Dystopian writing. Imagine a world without emotion. A world where there is no colour.

I turned on the television, only to see the Chancellor staring right back at me. This evil, cold blooded creature changed everything for us I thought to myself whilst staring into his diabolical eyes. He wrecked our lives. And everyone knows it but they’re too afraid to admit it in case they get killed or worse. Someone did once try and stand up to the Chancellor and it did not end well. Getting rid of emotion and colour was the worst decision he had ever made and he had many people annihilated in the process, including my best friend Finn. I remember Finns death as if it was just yesterday. His motionless corpse, pale skin, stiff body. His guiltless eyes staring right at me, as I had just sat there waiting for him to die slowly in my arms whilst a crimson liquid slowly started to spread across his clothes. I swam back from my nightmarish thoughts and continued watching what was on the television.

The Chancellor, also known as Chancellor Kane, was making a ridiculously long speech about today’s society. A society now that is full of ghastly people and punitive rules. An emotionless and colourless society. He ended his mind-numbing speech at the same time he always did, when the clocks struck fourteen. “Crede quod habes, et habes” Believe that you have it and you do; Chancellor Kane’s one and only motto. A motto that I once used to believe, but after Finn died nothing made sense in my brain anymore. The television flickered and on the screen showed the way life used to be before today’s society. When everyone was full of passion and emotion. When towns were lively and vibrant. Then all of a sudden two words in black, bold writing appeared on the screen EMOTION. COLOUR. A bullet pierced through the words; the words were shot dead. Abruptly the picture changed and all I could see now was the consequences of having emotions. World War Four. I wanted to avert my eyes but I couldn’t. All I could see was a river of vermilion coloured blood. Skulls and remains of dead people were scattered everywhere. The horizon which I once remembered to be so beautiful was now a lifeless grey colour.

This wasn’t the planet that I knew. This was Chancellor Kane; he did this. He killed innocent people. Their blood is on his hands. Finns blood is in his hands. He killed Finn and now he’s making it out to look as if it was our emotions that had caused the war when it wasn’t. It was him. He lied to us. And I sure as hell was not going to just sit here and let my society turn into an everlasting fire pit. I was going to make sure that Kane suffered for everything that’s he’s done.