In this dystopian world, the people are the dystopia. They walk around with hand sanitizer, tissues and full face masks so they never feel the sun. They remind me of vampires. When I first arrived here from the 1980s this all made sense. In my time, vanity was everything, especially if you were rich. This has become something else. You don’t have to be rich, the government insists the people stay ...

In this world, everyone is obsessed with anti-aging that the government ordered labs to create repairing facial treatment along with a once-a day pill called "youthful"

It was a successful product, spread all over the world, yet the obsession and fear of people had made them take the treatment more times than it's prescribed.

One day when a woman was sleeping with a small mirror clenched to her fi...

In this world, everyone is so unbelievably obsessed with never growing older that most of them make their children take medications to prevent them aging. The pills weren’t a problem until the Incident of ‘37 happened.

_SIDE EFFECT ONE — BUYER FOUR HAS VOMITED OUT THEIR VITALS._

Not many questioned how dangerous the pill was— after all, looking old was a crime against humanity as a whole. Howeve...

Signe was resigned to her fate. She did not have any more fight in her. She was going to die pretty and there was nothing else to be done about it. She was always bitter these days. She spent a lot of her time cursing human vanity. She sat on the rocking chair on her porch, the morning air cool on her porcelain cheeks. She looked at her hands flawless with no blotches or liver spots, holding her f...

I look in the mirror. Everyday it is the thing I most dread, what if there is another wrinkle or grey hair to hide? Makeup has become my drug as I layer it and smooth it to make a mask that society will accept. I can feel people at work and in the street scrutinizing my appearance, I can hear their whispers of 'She's aged'. The lotions, potions, creams and serums don't work for me now and I cannot...

“Everything was perfect, life was beautiful, everything was happy, but apparently that wasn’t enough, apparently perfect wasn’t enough!” I felt like a sprinkler, my stomach twisting, and water spraying out of my eyes. The world had changed, over the years. New technology, products, and mindsets, it always seems to be those three things. I sat down on the floor of my little metal hut as I inhaled t...

The rain never stopped in Neon City.

It wasn’t natural rain — not water, not cleansing. It was condensation from the cooling towers, waste from the body factories, ash and dust and vaporized ambition. It rolled down mirrored skyscrapers and pooled in the alleys where the real people lived — the ones without backups, without synthetics, without time.

Kara moved through the sludge, the glow of str...

_April 3rd, 2082_

In this dystopian world, everyone is SO obsessed with anti-aging that they’re starting to make EVERYTHING “anti-aging”. Soaps, foods, drinks, makeup, clothes, EVERYTHING! Only a few brands aren’t anti-aging, like _Oldies_ and _Sir Grey’s_. But those brands aren’t even popular. Apparently, the workers there all look like those grandmas and grandpas from the olden days in 2020-202...

In this dystopian world, everyone is so obsessed with anti-aging that they have billboards around every corner promoting one product or surgery. All restaurants serve flavorless food and each one will say their slop has better vitamins or better health benefits. You rarely see someone over the age of eighteen who hasn't had plastic surgery, and even children can get surgeries. Some parents push fo...

Is it dystopian or reality

The world in which we live

Where everyone is obsessed with beauty

And the judgement others give

Is it dystopian or reality

That when I open my drawer

Three blow dryers fall out

Cascading my need for perfection

Across my worn carpet floor

Is it dystopian or reality

That teenagers are already worried

about wrinkles and dots

Instead of enjoying themselves

And making ...