A Brave New World: A Fictional Narrative

Helmholtz - Helmholtz is an Alpha Plus, yet not only disagrees with the world he’s stuck in, but dislikes his life. He is bored with women, and all things that should interest him (and do everybody else). He is dissatisfied with the way his writing is used, and believes that he could be writing about much more important things, topics he chooses and enjoys. He finds a friend in Bernard because they share a common disliking of society, however has more legitimate problems with society, whereas Bernard’s complaints are rather childish.

Our defeat was bad enough, but this is worse. Octora and her group have us surrounded. We’re prisoners. I can see Octora ahead, talking with another octoling. I know their plans. Take us to their world and use the abilities my friends have to their advantages, forcing as much as they can out of them while keeping me imprisoned somewhere else to do who knows what to, and then destroying this world. I need to stop this, but I can’t. Stopping it would mean facing Octora, the living nightmare. The very thought causes my hands to feel clammy. I can’t. But then suddenly an image flashes through my mind-of Splaterina collapsing from exhaustion, unable to do anything more. Then of Marie. Would she ever see Callie again? And Xavier. He would try to help everyone, but I know they wouldn’t let him. With us

When the doors open it like blowing a hole in a dam and the water bursts forth. It’s every person for themselves to resist being trampled, everyone eager to see the brave new world. But my eyes are closed, hands shaking, taking a deep breath as I step off the Timeline Express Train. Even years later in the future, I can hear the familiar squeak of shoes on the paving slabs, the same slurps of coffee, and crunch of breakfast tacos that it kills your stomach for you to walk past. Noise is everywhere, and everyone is everywhere. I continue to leave the train station and see no telephone poles, or electrical cords of any kind. Gas stations, supermarkets, and stores no longer exist. I ask around and they give me a crazy look and tell me “just use

At the beach one afternoon, a starfish washed ashore and became the plaything of a few young children. I could only watch as they poked and prodded it, threw it onto the sand and tried to make it latch onto rocks. I told them it would die, but they only laughed and continued to play with it out in the baking sun. Soon after I was forced to leave, but for the rest of the day I could only think of the starfish and hope it had found a safe spot back in the ocean, protected from the surf.

In Brave New World, I believe that Aldous Huxley incorporated a certain characteristic of a certain person in the characters when he wrote this book. However by having Russia as a source for ideas his characters might resemble many ideas at once.Therefore, many of the characters in Brave New World people that came up with such big ideas. Characters such as Bernard Marx resemble real life people because the real people had an impact on society.

The whispers of the figures in the candle lit room quickly disappeared, as did everything else. When Samuel opened his eyes, he only saw the cloudy sky being disfigured by neon blues running around him frantically. He felt a burning inside, and his skin felt as dry as a desert. The wind passed through him as if he were a ghost, and the clouds began to look like other worldly beings that wished to take him as a trophy. He felt the wind, his dry skin, and the flaming feel of his body that made him want to scream-- he couldn't. He thought he might die, he thought his small body would burn up before he ever landed-- but he couldn't get his mouth opened one bit. Samuel continued to fall, he felt the ground coming closer and closer to his frozen body. He closed his eyes, wanting to wake up from the terrible dream he thought he was experiencing. When his eyes opened, he saw a clear yellow sky; large, violet trees surrounding him; and the tall, pink grass he layed in. "Ow..." he managed to mutter, unable to move as if his body had turned to stone. He attempted to turn over but found himself to be

He strands on the bridge, looking out at the planet. A planet surrounded by warships from 10,000 worlds, and encased in shields, not to protect it, but to contain what has infected it. He had ordered it hundreds of times now, but this world was different, special. This was his world, his home, and while there has been colony worlds, a few thousand, or a million beings, most were barren worlds, devoid of life, or at least only primitive forms.

Long ago, the world started very differently than you imagined. A new world, formed from the explosion of the Big Bang, but with a twist. The world split into different realities further from the one that many are used to. In this particular alternate reality, heros born to save their world from what they considered the older species, as threats to their new land. Humans, that is, were killed off in order to save the new land. New species of animal were born, new “people” born from the shadows, the heavens, the earth in all forms. Demons became one with Angels, Fairies, and more born from the new conditions. Those humans who survived the attacks ran to a sacred land and lived as the Anonymous. Some received special ability from the new world

There are many people in this world today and only a select few, it seems, are willing to risk their lives and stand on the front line for their country. Many people that talk about this topic may ask why this is. The answer is, only those few people have the courage, bravery, and self-discipline that is needed for the job that they are given.

There I stand, at the main entrance to our bustling city’s primary interstate, overlooking the magnificent, gleaming skyscrapers that provide offices to those who previously never knew what the meaning of “job” was. Many of those from the time of the utopia resent the noise that comes with a large city, but the Factory workers and I have grown to enjoy it much more than the vapidity and inequality that reigned upon these barren lands before.

He inhaled. The head inflamed with the light of Lucifer and he soon knew that it was near. Death.

Imagine living in a world where everyone is happy. One is free to have sexual intercourse with a partner of his or her choosing without any repercussion. However, there is a catch; one is required to be happy all the time. In the novel Brave New World, their society is controlled and everyone is forced to be happy. There are three characters that are not happy. Bernard who feels that he is an outsider and miss treated, John who is also known as the savage and was hot raised in the world state society, and Helmholtz who feels his work is meaningless and wants to be able to write meaningful things. Humanity suffers in the world state society because the members of society are not making their own decisions, which is the cause of the World State unhappiness.

Their world is full of beauty and danger: the wild lushness of the Tasmanian forest, the rolling power of the sea. In the opening chapter, Harry has an almost shamanistic sense of oneness with the natural world that surrounds him: he feels the sea to be part of him; he empathises with a lone cormorant as his brothers surf. He finds an ancient shell midden on the beach and is overcome with a strong sense of mortality and connection with the long-gone first people of the

I tug on the metallic chains that bind my hands above my head, there was nothing but darkness, no light, no joy only agony. I exhale deeply slumping to my knees, my stomach growling out like a wild animal.

Drug use may be on the rise, but the use of anti-aging products or procedures seems to be rising much quicker. Similar to how people in Brave New World do not age, there are many ways people are trying to look younger today; the amount of surgical cosmetic procedures performed has been on the rise. An article written by Sean Poulter states “the number of women resorting to Botox, lip-plumping and similar treatments in an attempt to stay young has jumped by 15 percent in a year.” If that increase continued, today the number would have jumped 90 percent over the past six years. That is a huge increase, but the amount total cosmetic procedures done or used has increased 115% from 2000 to 2015 (2015, 7). These statistics show that the overall population