Dystopian Writing Prompts

The light was dimming, slowly, and then all of a sudden, as it’s always the case for people who are too fond of daylight. Tonight, though, there was a small consolation in place, a vestige of the day just gone, a reminder that light and darkness are really as indistricable as truths are from lies. As she glanced at the rain-soaked tarmac, she could sense it come alive with colours, like neon signs...

She was pretty before. Turning heads in every room she walked in. Now, the tabloids that call her “beautiful”, pretend that she has perfect features. A million dollars for a photo session.

She was smart before. Straight A student, passionate of poetry. Now, the scientists that test her periodically, establish that her IQ has never been reached before, by a human being.

She was kind before. Never...

I have always dreamed of revolution.

Something that would send ripples through the world, tear it at the very seam— and turn it upside down.

Think of an hourglass. If there‘s a quake, it will shake, shake, shake and, if the quake is forceful enough, it will flip.

How wondrous! My hands ache for the sense of new discovery, of breakthrough!

That is why I schemed. A grand scheme indeed it is that ...

_Bam_. 

I stare at the man standing in front of me, staring at the hole in his stomach with shock. I feel my eyes well up as I look at the gun in my shaking hands, pointed right at him. 

He falls to his knees, clutching his stomach. He looks up at me, a betrayed look in his eyes. I stand, frozen, for longer than I should. I drop the gun on the ground and kneel in front of him. My heart shatters, s...

Gods It’s stifling in here; you wonder why you didn’t choose a cooler climate. Droplets of sweat drip along your brow and run down the side of your face. Mentally, you start to remind yourself that this is only...

“So, who’s going to die today?” He says this as he saunters down the line-up in his industrial hydraulic exoskeleton suit. The squad lead, eyeing his new batch of recruits with the typi...

Vines grow wild here

Twisting into windows

Over the rooftops

And through the dreams of the city dwellers

Who know nothing other than these vines

That suck the air dry of its vitality

And the life from their souls.

For, to them, nothing is out of the ordinary

To gasp for their next breath

To sleep fitful nights

Of stifled nightmares

To live days bound in these organic chains.

For this is the city t...

I lay on the table. Anguish, it is all I have ever known. My eyes fixate at the creature in the mirror.

Its body is pale, sutured and stitched together like a torn apart doll from childhood. I remember those days, childhood. I remember the ponds in Říčany, wading in the water.

Its arms are no longer flesh, its mechanical and eldritch limbs reach for things that arent there. I remember climbing...

Where are all the people who once loved me so?

I was a spirited man in my youth; spritely and full of vigour. The world was a tumbling oyster off the back of the universe that was my whale. Now, all gone. Things have tumbled to nothingness, all thanks to him. That damned juggernaut! Ploughing through my heart and bewitching the souls of everyone who looked through me to him.

Like an old tattere...

The girl exhaled, her breath condensing in a faint puff as she gazed. She imagined the countless exoplanets tucked away in each pinpoint of light.

Perhaps of all the stars her naked eye could see, not a single one held more than a puddles’ worth of microorganisms. Perhaps of all the stars beyond her view, only one held life anywhere near as complex as that on her own.

Perhaps those people looke...

Jorge De Saláriente was everywhere. His face was plastered on every news outlet in the country.

He was Mexico’s most renowned romance writer to date with 17 published novels, 14 of which became bestsellers.

“Mira, it’s Señor De Salareinte”, people murmured to each other as he walked down the narrow, cobbled streets of the small pueblo of Costa Caliente.

In leu of admiration and praise, wari...

The cable car crunched against the molten rock, freeing small pieces from the cliff side and dropping them into the orange river below. Jacob had fallen asleep during the journey. Trips across the cavern were seldom made and terribly long - six hours long to be exact. Six hours down the natural crevasse carved by the lava river below. Even in the insulated cable car, it was unbearably hot by the e...

She runs, and stops at a playground. Clutching her endlessly pounding heart, she struggles to stay conscious and on her feat. Around her dulling vision, mechanical footsteps fill the frozen air; She is safe, but her security is not permanent.

She sits down on a swing and looks towards the approaching robots. In front of the buildings now leveled to pillars of ruble, their white, plastic shells re...