I love Dystopia novels.
Something about seeing individuals try to live their lives and survive in a world so unlike ours is really interesting and entertaining.
I’ve had an idea for a Dystopia novel for some time now, though I haven’t been able to write it. But of course, as you all well know, I usually write random lines/excerpts for potential stories that don’t even exist yet. The following is one of those very excerpts:
-“He had met Hope a long time ago, before all this mess, when they were in high school and the world was still in one piece. He remembered that day when she walked into chemistry the start of sophmore year, all bones and pale smoothness. The indifference of fate had made them lab partners, but he soon found himself, at times against his will, hell-bent on becoming more. He was enthralled by the straightness and blackness of her hair, and even when she explained that nearly all the members of the Korean side of her family had the same exact hair, he wouldn’t have it. No, hair like that was reserved solely for Hope. After many an immature game of cat-and-mouse, they finally pulled the trigger on each other once they graduated.
On feverish nights alone, intertwined, she would always ask if the lamp bothered his sleep. “No,” he would reply, smirking at her irrational fear. “Its perfect.” He’d turn and bury his face in the darkness of her hair, where no light could penetrate.
Then, on the eve of his 19th birthday, signs of the plague began to surface, and Hope’s parents decided to move away from the big city. They fought and rebelled as best as their love fueled them, but the stubborness of parenthood and one little impending, world-ending catastrophe was too much. In the end, fear had ultimately forced her to side with her parents.
“Raphael, you should tell your mom, it will be better in the country.”
“The country? Babe, the news is blowing this out of proportion. After 9/11, everything gets blown out of proportion.”
“With good reason! We can’t sit here in Manhattan waiting for whatever is coming to arrive! You saw that lady on the news, in the hospital!”
“Hope, Israel has some money saved up from the shop. We can move in with him, you don’t have to leave-”
“Israel? Raph, please, even you know that’s a bad idea. Your brother is not stable. I can’t believe you’d ask me to do that, to just leave my parents like that when things are so crazy. I can’t do that!” She was crying, though he hadn’t shouted at her or deliberately fought with her. His own ignorance of what was to come fueled his argument.
“Not even for me? After all we been through, you’d just up and leave at the first sign of trouble? We’re better together, we can handle anything! You’re old enough to do what you want, your parents will understand eventually, and mine don’t even care. You…Hope…you wouldn’t just leave me, would you?”
Raph lost her after just one year of having her. Like running water through his hands, he lost her.”