Heaven

Living in Dystopia and having to face plain skinned reality is not something you are born with, you don’t choose it. Snow White would definitely prefer Disneyland, Hollywood or even Bollywood but she soon found out that ending up in Dystopia is not necessarily a bad thing; at least not all the times.

Of course, it is not easy for a foreigner to completely understand what it is like to be a Dystopian. Some days it feels like it just takes the happiness from your face and hides it so far away that only if you desperately want it back, you must climb the biggest mountain in Dystopia, kill a dragon, kill his dragon wife, kill their two dragon babies, find the princess, kill the princess, eat her heart and then finally you find your happiness*.

However, some other days, Dystopia is like heaven. You suddenly get the feeling that life just stopped, that time does not exist. The streets are now quiet, the sounds of birds and children are not heard anymore and everything is silent and calm. And although such feelings last only a few minutes before a huge storm, another Great Depression or any other disaster you have to cope with at least once a week, no one doubts that it still feels like heaven; only a hotter one.

  • *in a really nice place with kind people who will take care of you for the rest of your life for free. This is the main reason why you feel too obliged and you say nothing when they bring you presents, like those new clean white shirts with the long sleeves they insist on tying to your back.


    Inspired by: It's a Depression


Run

Climate in Dystopia is well, dystopic. Deserts are hotter, winters are harsher and in extremely rare cases, when for some mysterious reasons the gods feel sympathetic towards those Dystopians who could use some rain, it seems that they soon loose interest on the matter abandoning it or completely forget to stop*.

The bad climate in Dystopia causes almost everybody to move a lot. No one is ever satisfied with their home, no one lives in a normal place with normal conditions because simply there is no such place. So they move, two or even three times a year. If you want a summer or a winter you just travel. Fall is out of the question and if you wish for a spring, you literally have to go after it, as it passes for a few days every year through all the woods and fields, just to prevent nature’s fatal heart attack after the constant weather socks.

If you are a farmer you cultivate on the go by placing your field on wooden planks and wheels and drag it untill you find sun or rain. And then you run to save your life and crop.


*whoever wizard responsible for that mysterious humane force driving gods to this huge and unexpected act of humanism such as rain, should reconsider limiting the effect of his magic filter in human time as well, or else it won’t be so humane after all. Or give to at least one Dystopian the adequate time for an ark. Oh, and a wife.


Inspired by: Nature :(


They lived happily ever after… ?

Once upon a time there was a place called Dystopia. Still is actually.
It's residents are mostly refugees. You see, every myth and tale has to end, so Dystopia is the only place in the universe where they are accepted. It's that famous place all mythical creatures can retire just after they hear the magical words “they lived happily ever after”.

Of course “happily” is a big word but if you are seven and you are already scared enough with monsters and witches, you desperately need a “happily ever after”; It is really not the moment to be acquainted with new words like “divorce”, “car accident”, “poissonous cherries” and “Cinderella's Hot line”.