Free Narrative Essays: My Dystopia

My Dystopia

Just like any other day, all the citizens woke up. But not in the world they want to live in.
I rose from the bed, and sigh deeply. I walked over to the window, and looked out. Another dark day. The industry had made the condition of the environment worse, there barely were any plants left. Everything was dark and dusty, and the streets very dirty, with trash in every corner. The air was thick, and it was hard to breath. I lived alone, in a small apartment. No pets, no other humans around me. It was only me here. I stepped over to the big grey closet, and opened it. All the clothes looked the same. We weren 't alowed to wear what ever we wanted. We had one special outfit we were alowed to wear everyday. Besides if we need some

And this society is very sexist and racist. I 'm a solider. But if I don 't do as I 'm told, I 'll get killed. The same way they kill the dogs, and burn me and spread me god knows where. If I as much as shows what I think, they 'll kill me. It 's a real dick-tator. Death, misery, racism, sexism. You have the rights too kill the people who aren 't the same "specie" as you and you have the rights to kills the women. If you 're a, so called "white male" with the blue eyes and blond hair, you can pretty much do anything you want. But even they have rules. It 's Hitler all over again, but worse. Innocent people die. If you hate them, you 'll lie to the dictator and he 'll have them killed. They can peacefully follow the rules, but one lie and snap! You 're dead. It 's a cruel world we live in, I know. But we can 't help he is the ruler. He was chosen by the people. And he took the democracy away from us, and turned the whole world upside down. He took over the world! How ever he did that, I have no idea how he managed to take over every country, every continent. Just over a night he conquered the world. Just... Please let this misery end.

I walked out of the small apartment, and walked out of the building. Robots walked across the streets, and most of them having some prisoner with them. They struggled to get out of the metal hands that held their arms, and their pleads and crying. Men, women...