When has the world lost its meaning and when has the last poet lived? These are clueless questions which didn’t even babble over the minds of mindless post-humans who led their lives in the aimless refute of LIFE. The past order and harmony has gone. The nature and its love has vexed. The sun has gone merciless and the gases that infuriate him were hovering around the once precious, life-filled planet of this solar system.
Category: Dystopian Fiction
The Man Who Went to a Movie When His Son Died – Dystopian Diaries #1
Part 1: Tuesday. 9th June, 3429. It was all dark. The sun’s black, like it is smoking out, but not burning. There are predictions about this. No one knows when it is going to get put off. Asteroids have struck Milanio two days ago. There is a prediction again, by these scientists, that they will…
