Harrison Bergeron. French Translation from Avice Robitaille.
Hindi Translation by Ashwin.Urdu Translation by RealMSRussian translation THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. A short story of a dystopian society, a general fiction. A short story of a dystopian society To live in a perfect society, there are things that have to be traded off There is no crime, no poverty, no greed, and for the most part no government corruption.
Everything is controlled by the leader who we call Our Master. Our Master controls what people will do from the time of their birth. Their careers have already been decided for them. Everything is done meticulously so that nothing could upset the social order Our Master has worked hard to achieve. I am rambling about my childhood, but I haven't gone into detail about our manners. Sexual activity has only one purpose, procreation. Just about everyone in Athena Shore looks the same physically, but everyone once in awhile we get someone who has dark skin, we tend to keep them around, unless they have a deformity.
There is no such thing as television in Athena Shore, there's no radio or anything like that. You may be wondering do I like it here. The End Of The World by Sushma Joshi. The End Of The World One day, everybody was talking about it.
It had even been printed in the newspapers. A great and learned sadhu had prophesized a conflagration, a natural disaster of such proportions that more than half of the world's population would be killed. Dil was on his way to work at the construction when site he stopped briefly to listen to a man propounding the benefits of a herb against impotence. Then he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, long lines of goats converging onto the green. Dil, following this precedent of preparing for the end of the world, went into the shop and bought a kilogram of goat meat.
Sanukancha, who owned a milk-shop down the lane, said that his entire extended family of a hundred and sixteen people were planning to stay home that day so that they could be together when the seven suns rose the next morning and burnt up the earth. Dil, showed up that night at his house with a kilo of meat wrapped in sal leaves. "Meat! "Haven't you heard? " The Abominations of Yondo by Clark Ashton Smith. The sand of the desert of Yondo is not as the sand of other deserts; for Yondo lies nearest of all to the world's rim; and strange winds, blowing from a pit no astronomer may hope to fathom, have sown its ruinous fields with the gray dust of corroding planets, the black ashes of extinguished suns.
The dark, orblike mountains which rise from its wrinkled and pitted plain are not all its own, for some are fallen asteroids half-buried in that abysmal sand. Things have crept in from nether space, whose incursion is forbid by the gods of all proper and well-ordered lands; but there are no such gods in Yondo, where live the hoary genii of stars abolished and decrepit demons left homeless by the destruction of antiquated hells.
It was noon of a vernal day when I came forth from that interminable cactus-forest in which the Inquisitors of Ong had left me, and saw at my feet the gray beginnings of Yondo. Indeed, such things were minor horrors in my predicament. Bibliographic Citation.