dystopian-fiction

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7302a51	It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option.	divergent-insurgent divergent-series dystopia dystopian dystopian-fiction prior tris tris-prior	Veronica Roth
5eafe70	If you put enough sheep together you have a herd- a force to be reckoned with.	dystopian dystopian-fiction good-book inside-out insider inspirational maria-snyder maria-v-snyder snyder	Maria V. Snyder
fc75d3c	Never trust a man who sits, uninvited, at the head of the table in another man's home.	dystopian dystopian-fiction flawed perfection trust	Cecelia Ahern
a1fa054	He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors. He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts. He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality that was unreal because it was new.	reality rebirth dystopian dystopian-fiction escape-from-reality fahrenheit-451 fiction ray-bradbury	Ray Bradbury
01b8a97	"Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pepper if he would like one. "Why is one of your legs fatter than the other?" asked Bell Pepper. The Drippy Man realized Bell Pepper was not looking at his sandwich but towards the inconsistency of his leg sizes. "You always get your kicks pointing out defects?" retorted The Drippy Man. "Just curious. Never seen anything like it before." "I was raised not to feel shame and hide my legs in baggy pants." "So you flaunt your deformity by wearing short shorts?" "Like you flaunt your pockmarks by not wearing a mask?" Bell Pepper backed away, kicking wide the screen door, making an exit to a porch over hanging a dune of sand that curved into a jagged upward jab of rock. "He is quite sensitive," commented The Dry Advisor. "Who is he?" "A fellow who once manipulated the money in your wallet but now curses the fellow who does."	authors books conspiracy dubai dystopia dystopian-fiction economic-collapse economics end-of-the-world espionage future maine politics satire small-press spy-thriller writers writing	Jeff Phillips
38cfffe	I'm thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we're free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other ... you and me.	dystopian-fiction erotic-romance gay gay-romance glbt-romance post-apocalyptic survival-story	Leslie Lee Sanders

7302a51

It isn't just brave that she died for me; it is brave that she did it without announcing it, without hesitation, and without appearing to consider another option.

divergent-insurgent divergent-series dystopia dystopian dystopian-fiction prior tris tris-prior

Veronica Roth

5eafe70

If you put enough sheep together you have a herd- a force to be reckoned with.

dystopian dystopian-fiction good-book inside-out insider inspirational maria-snyder maria-v-snyder snyder

Maria V. Snyder

fc75d3c

Never trust a man who sits, uninvited, at the head of the table in another man's home.

dystopian dystopian-fiction flawed perfection trust

Cecelia Ahern

a1fa054

He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors. He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts. He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality that was unreal because it was new.

reality rebirth dystopian dystopian-fiction escape-from-reality fahrenheit-451 fiction ray-bradbury

Ray Bradbury

01b8a97

"Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pepper if he would like one. "Why is one of your legs fatter than the other?" asked Bell Pepper. The Drippy Man realized Bell Pepper was not looking at his sandwich but towards the inconsistency of his leg sizes. "You always get your kicks pointing out defects?" retorted The Drippy Man. "Just curious. Never seen anything like it before." "I was raised not to feel shame and hide my legs in baggy pants." "So you flaunt your deformity by wearing short shorts?" "Like you flaunt your pockmarks by not wearing a mask?" Bell Pepper backed away, kicking wide the screen door, making an exit to a porch over hanging a dune of sand that curved into a jagged upward jab of rock. "He is quite sensitive," commented The Dry Advisor. "Who is he?" "A fellow who once manipulated the money in your wallet but now curses the fellow who does."

authors books conspiracy dubai dystopia dystopian-fiction economic-collapse economics end-of-the-world espionage future maine politics satire small-press spy-thriller writers writing

Jeff Phillips

38cfffe

I'm thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we're free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other ... you and me.

dystopian-fiction erotic-romance gay gay-romance glbt-romance post-apocalyptic survival-story

Leslie Lee Sanders