Souji's Brave New World: A Narrative Fiction

In this world where people can acquire anything they need or want, we have to wonder, “Is the government controlling us?” Both the governments in A Brave New World and in the United States of America offer birth control pills and have abortion clinics that are available for everyone, thus making birth control pills and abortion operations very easy to acquire. Although both governments offer birth control pills and abortion clinics, A Brave New World’s government requires everyone to take the pills and immediately get an abortion when pregnant. This in turn shows us that A Brave New World’s government is controlling the population and the development of children. China is one of the few countries that currently have control of the

Laurel took hold of the weapons that Ryder handed her, she was pleased that he took them from her. Knowing Zinda she would have most likely would have tried something stupid, just like at the farm house. She stared down at the young woman, her head shaking slightly. She was annoyed at herself for wanting to bring her back to camp. She just wanted to believe in people. A slight smile crept to her face when she felt Eric's hand against her arm. Turning her head she looked at him. “Yeah your right.” She whispered with a nod of the head. “Gotta take these back to the armory and deliver Ryders message to whoever gave the weapons back to her. She flashed Eric a smile and walked past Ryder and head off to the armory. She dropped off the weapons and informed the person in charge that Ryder was going to pay them a visit.

Only this would happen to me I think to myself as I stumble around this dreadful forest. Today I decided to take a nice peaceful walk in the forest listening to the birds chirping a melody and the sun beaming down on me but my klutz of a self just had to get lost. I have been walking around aimlessly for hours now and the sun has gone down so it has gotten quite chilly and dark out. My phone happens to have no service out here, I can not even call my family to let them know where I am, they must be worried sick. To calm myself down I take a deep refreshing breath the air around me, smelling distinctly of pine and mildew

She was carried roughly through the village like a sack of grain or potatoes before reaching a crudely built hut made of sod and mudbrick. Once inside, he lifted her from his shoulder and placed her back on the ground before pulling her arms up to tie a rope around each one separately before fastening them tightly around two large posts. Then her ankles were fastened the same,

The torn case crumpled behind her; cardboard soaking up her blood, cans strewn for fifty yards. Her legs are severed from her torso, below what used to be her hips.

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.

In the dark of morning, just before the sun started to rise, King Goddric looked out on the fields of the north. His kingdom was vast and beautiful. Memories of his long years came like sparks from a fire to give light to his dark mood. His foul mood wasn't something that overtook him occasionally, this was the deep sadness born from time. In his years as king his choices were not easy. They have caused his kin to turn against him. For what seemed like the millionth time in the last 15 years, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. Yes, most of the girls he brought here proved that they could be bonded to his people. Yes, they gave him both joy and pride at all they have learned and all they can do. But, was it enough? Goddric thought of the first king of the elves. He was too young a king for his time. He had made hard choices like himself.

Scott growls lowly and moves my hand away, he briefly looks to the side so I follow his gaze and realize that the little perfect hunter is still staring at us.

A few minutes later, I hear the sound of two voices coming up the hallway. "You'll never guess who the Alpha's has for a mate" Shelby says.

As Aldous Huxley wrote Brave New World in 1931, he watched a disillusioned society turn towards science and technology. His idea that “human beings are given free will in order to choose between insanity on the one hand and lunacy on the other” (Huxley) drove the direction of his novel. As the 1920’s ended it gained reputation as the Roaring Twenties, for many rejected traditional moral standards during this decade; and for what Huxley believed would continue to elude from the conventional norm. Aldous Huxley predicted that family units would become outdated and undoubtedly disintegrate in the future, while easily becoming replaced due to the changing culture in our society, as is seen presently in the cultural movement sweeping America as non-traditional families are ever more common.

I awake to the sound of dozens of pairs of feet racing down the hallway, I sit up, rubbing my eyes. Glancing out the window, the sky is dark and gloomy, rain hits the window like hundreds of tiny bullets. As I sit and wonder what all the commotion is about, I hear a familiar voice greet me from across the room.

"Be quiet, please," Minseok grits through his teeth without ease, holding up his upper body by grasping one of Luhan's shoulders while Luhan holds him up as well.

I remember the blood, dripping slowly onto the parquetry. I remember the gasps, the pleas, the screams. I remember the blow that landed Joanna in hospital.

He took your hand in his, the rough texture of it rubbing against your palm. You glance at him happily and he quickly looks away, too shy and flustered to meet your gaze. Okuyasu leads the way to your destination, just a short walk from your house. You make small talk while walking, discussing the latest show you’ve been watching and the small news stories that were on the radio this morning. He happily listens, interjecting every so often, and you notice his voice is a lot shakier than usual.

“Can you stop staring at me? Its really creepy.” He doesn’t say anything. He just quietly looks away.