A Dystopian Landscape

A series of pictures I took last week, whilst out on my mountain bike in The DRC (Africa), reminded me of a barren wind swept post apocalypse, dystopian landscape. The pictures are of a mine waste dump, so the soil is lifeless, the water is questionable at best, and the wind whips up the waste product into dust clouds that hang in the air, and distort the horizon.

These images have nudged my mind to craft a short story – what do they do for you? what emotions do they evoke?

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What are your favourite Dystopian Novels?

Here are a few of mine: (in no particular order – and I know I have left out so many more)

  • 1984 (1949)George Orwell
  • Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? (1968)Philip K. Dick
  • Brave New World (1932)Aldous Huxley
  • Farenheit 451 (1953)Ray Bradbury
  • Logan’s Run (1967)William F. Nolan & George Clayton Johnson
  • Neuromancer (1984)William Gibson
  • The Running Man (1982)Richard Bachman (Stephen King)
  • The Drowned World (1962)J.G. Ballard
  • The Road (2006)Cormac McCarthy
  • The Postman (1985) – David Brin
  • The White Plague (1982) – Frank Herbert
  • The Children of Men (1992) – P. D. James
  • A Canticle for Leibowitz (1960) – Walter M. Miller Jr.

Feel free to add to this list 🙂 – hopefully you will mention some that I have not yet encountered.

The One Constant

time spent apart

is lost in life’s forgotten mist

never to be recovered

lost but not forgotten



distance ….

makes the heart grow distant



bridging the gap of miles

never comes easy

broken bridges, rebuilt over time

broken

memories need to be stronger

than any broken bridge



absence ….

makes the heart grow absent



times cloak of darkness

descends and masks

light, love and memories

build memories must be built to withstand

the storms of life

when miles come between



love

like time

is constant

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Into the Woods

hay little sister

do you understand

no red cape in the woods

will save you



hearts of darkness

bleed on the dark side

all the way

to the golden gate



be warned

scary things lurk in the woods

they said in hushed whispers

as I entered



looking back over my shoulder

with a faint smile

I said

I know....

© 2017 michael d emmerich