Showing results for "Happy" in Dystopian

At a New York City wedding, in early summer, four people are trying to get their lives started. Yun has everything he ever wanted, but somehow it's never enough. Emory is finally making her mark, but feels the shame more than the success. Andrew just wants to be honest, but has lied to himself his whole life. Fin can't resist falling in love, but can't help wrecking it all either. That night they see something none of them can explain. Someone sits down, and simply gives up. Soon it's happening all around them. Is it an illness, or a decision?

Heather hates the Complot - the government party that controls her country - but the Complot loves her. And every citizen in Canuckia. They love everyone so much they're throwing a special end-of-year celebration to honour their Winners; and weed out The Weak. Will Heather survive a Complot New Year? Will anyone? A flash fiction with two other tales.

In this kaleidoscopic voyage through the past, present, and future of the United States, a young girl uncovers a secret society, a middle-aged man searches for his lost first love, a group of teens invent a role-playing game, protests threaten to topple the government, and an eccentric lawyer and his young Vietnamese protégée re-open a dormant case.

Gillian Reid, a promising Happy Inc. employee, excels without excitement and succeeds without pride. Like everyone else, she has always been comfortable but never truly happy. Like everyone else's, her Emotional Volatility has always been limited to stay within the bounds of a mediocre middle. Gillian Reid's life plays out like any other, until one fateful day, when her EV limiter stops working. And with her eyes truly open for the first time, Gillian Reid does not like what she sees.

Die Klimakatastrophe ist unvermeidlich. Wissen wir eigentlich. Die Hoffnung stirbt. Das nagt an der Resilienz. Gut, wenn man sich zumindest geistig schonmal auf den Wahnsinn vorbereiten kann. Mr Happy zeigt euch Echos der Apokalypse. Wir hören mit Kurzgeschichten in die Zukunft rein. Sexuelle Torschlusspanik vor dem jüngsten Gericht, letzte Plenarreden und letzte Gebete, Berichte vom Ewigen Krieg und einer Flucht aus der Rattenhauptstadt Paris uvm. Bittere Satire als Stressbewältigung. Wir lassen unsere Ignoranz fallen und blicken in unseren Abgrund.