Oppression Stories

Mother Nature is cruel, but humans are worse. In a world battered by colossal sandstorms, Shon has lived his entire life as a second-class citizen. There is one way out: By mastering his people's innate ability of heat manipulation, he can become a Stormrunner - humanity's last defender against Mother Nature, and the only force capable of destroying storms. But as a new wave of storms approaches - bigger, stronger, more unpredictable than anything before - Shon must rise to prove his worth... or watch his worst fears come true. What to Expect: - Man vs. Nature and Man vs. Society Themes - Magitech science fantasy, biology-based science / magic, hard science explanation - Multiple POV, morally gray characters, underdog MC - NOT a purely action-packed story, lots of other scenes, dialogues, internal thoughts, etc.

Willow has been confined throughout her entire existence-tormented by her own psyche and imprisoned within a contract that she cannot break. All Willow has ever known is survival. However, the arrival of an enigmatic stranger causes all of that to change, drawing Willow out of the realm that she has always been a part of and into a new dimension-one rife with lost magic and unexplained wonders, but also strangely familiar... Willows' search for answers raises a single question she cannot deny: Is Willow entering a new realm... or awakening an old one that lies dormant within her? I'm always honing my craft, and your thoughts and reactions truly mean a lot to me 💛 Current artwork is placeholder. I'd love to collaborate with an artist to bring this world to life. If you're interested, I'd genuinely love to connect 🥰

Two schools. Two adversaries. A Hero. A Villain. Calla swore to take revenge form the Heroes after they murdered all her friends and families, and she is going to act on it. But even after infiltrating the Heroes and earning rank beside her enemies, she finds herself on the squad of the son of her sworn enemies. She at first thinks it a way to learn even more before she tries taking them down, but her confusing feelings get in the way. Through alternating views between Heroes and Villains, in this dystopian-style novel, Calla works to bring down revenge and justice on the domineering Leaders who control the entirety of the civil world all while fighting her growing and white unhelpful emotions. Super abilities, power, greed, and a want for revenge all clash in Waal's beautiful debut novel. *No spice, no swearing. A clean novel for all ages.*

The storm said to the wall, "I rage to give you purpose." And then the storm said to me, "I rage to give you life."

They tore her world apart. Every lie, every scream, every forced choice burned deeper than the last. Trust is a weapon. Love is a lie. Survival is the only fight that matters-and even that might not be enough. --- They said no one would notice. They were wrong. Every whispered command, every shattered boundary, every cruel twist drags her deeper into a world where pain is currency and survival is the only rebellion. She's not broken yet-but the fire is coming, and it won't stop ***** HI, IM VERY BAD AT INTROS, BUT TRUST ME ITS GETS GOOD. THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING YOU'RE GETTING BECAUSE THIS BOOK IS A WARNING ON ITS OWN A/N I don't own any of the pictures. Credits go to the owner.

Alessia and Angel have known each other forever, but Angel was never meant to exist. The young man is an hybrid --half-human, half-animal. Descended from soldiers created during the war, people like him are feared, hunted, and erased before they can pose a threat to civilians. At twenty-one, the young couple is almost done with their studies, trying to live a normal life. Angel made sure to stay invisible and not draw attention. He knows it wouldn't take much to expose the truth. And if the secret comes out, it won't only destroy his future. It will cost him his life. And maybe Alessia's, too.

Humanity was never meant to rule the stars. Five generations after colonizing Mars and Europa, Earth's expansion gave birth to the Collective - a unified government spanning six powerful core worlds. Order was maintained. Prosperity was promised. Unity was enforced. Beyond the polished core systems lay the Fringe - distant colonies built on sacrifice, grit, and independence. For decades, they were tolerated. Until they became inconvenient. When a decorated mail runner intercepts classified war directives, she discovers the truth: the Collective is preparing to erase the Fringe entirely. Not suppress it. Not negotiate. Erase it. With only days before coordinated planetary strikes begin, they must shatter the Collective's war machine from within. Outnumbered, hunted, and divided by distrust, they wage a precision rebellion across supply lines, command relays, and the fragile psychology of empire. But the Collective does not forgive betrayal. And empires do not fall quietly. As fleets mobilize and systems burn, one truth becomes clear: The stars have always belonged to those willing to ignite them.

I transmigrated to game called [Esperia Academy] I didn't play this game but I know about it because of its popularity, I even know the storylines ,content ,blablabla.. thanks to internet and a friend who plays this. A popular worldwide game about female espers and only female espers.A romance, harem of female espers ,the protagonist being a female esper. Thats right.Only females.Theres no males? there are but... they're so few you can consider them extinct.. But for a man like me,this is of no problem at all. As I am the Proud Divine Emperor!!The conquerer of Women!! nah... im joking. Obviously. Though if I was to describe myself,then it would be ,above average.From my face,physique,intellect,personality, and many more ,at least in my understanding ,it is. It wasn't even that bad...yet ,in just a single night... I was not in my body anymore!? Like.. I didnt even die..! How is this possible? I didnt get hit by a truck,I didnt spam a 5700 words hate comment,and most of all I'm not even that badly attach to this game like some kind of game addict,in fact it should be my friend.... ..Do I adapt and live in this word,or should I persist and try to find a way to go back to my original world?knowing I didnt even die?

After the first wave of the virus Erebis, half of humanity is gone. The survivors don't rebuild the world - they divide it. From the ruins rise four cities, each a cage shaped by class: one where the poor endure hunger and humiliation, one where the middle class survives on restraint and fading hope, one where the rich drown in luxury built on denial, and one where the elites crown themselves untouchable, believing power makes them immortal. Through the voice of Pema, a mother watching the world fracture, Endling explores a future where survival comes without dignity, walls replace compassion, and inequality is written into law. Children starve while others play with machines. Humanity lives on - but broken, arrogant, and divided. This is not a story about saving the world. It's about what remains when fear reshapes humanity, and the plague changes form. Dark, emotional, and brutally realistic - Endling asks one question: What does survival mean when humanity itself is dying?

She was never meant to be in his world. But now, there's no way out. Nikolai Akira Volkov doesn't ask. He owns. He controls. He decides. The more she pulls away, the tighter his hold becomes. Not through force... but something far more dangerous. Obsession. And somewhere between fear and desire, she realizes, that the man breaking her... is the only one she can't walk away from. "You don't escape a Volkov.. You survive him or you don't."

"I'm not a symbol. I'm just a girl." "We are the heroes of humanity." "If I have to burn the world to save them, so be it." "I'm sorry... I couldn't protect you." 2301. Twelve regions. One capital. History, culture, faith - erased. Four strangers - Aameena Mahmoud, Ace Sullivan, Eleanor Fujimoto and John Pierce. They think they know who the enemy is. But some wars are invisible. And some "saviors" are just men behind the scenes wearing suits and ties. Note: This story contains intense themes related to control, survival, mental health distress, war, trauma, loss, child endangerment and emotional resistance. All characters are fictional. NONE of these themes are meant to be glorified. The content is entirely fictional and not meant to target any group of people. Original story by HijabiPen. This story is owned and written entirely by me. First published on May 19, 2025 and later edited/revised. I will also be posting this on Royal Road under HijabiPen1846.

From struggle to hope, these poems speak of rising voices, broken chains, and a future where the next generation can finally live free. "When power silences, we rise. When freedom is taken, we fight as one."

A true heartfelt essence of loss and pain. The in depth resistance from a Palestinian to acquire freedom and remain resilient within the constant struggle of fighting for freedom and justice. A poem I wrote from my soul

This school isn't a regular school. It's a school where people learn magic. There's humans, vampires, werewolves, and werebears. In the shadows, there's a group dedicated to erasing the students whom they consider 'impure'. Every student is in danger but they're blissfully unaware until something happens.

John (not his real name) says feminism is harmful, pointless, and "no regular male" wants anything to do with it. That "no regular male" thing got right up my nose. So I posted a point by point response. John got angry (as I knew he would) and exposed the ugly arrogance beneath his 'rational man' front.

(This story has nothing to do with race, the main character just happens to be dark-skinned) 500 years ago, a man and a woman thought it would be beneficial to everyone if those with many talents and those with few talents would be separated to make each group stronger, more balanced, and live in greater peace. They agreed that only the Elite, the ones with many strengths, should hold positions in government and they should watch over the Lessers, the ones with fewer strengths. For about 125 years, it was successful. The system began to grow corrupt, and now the Lessers now live in a large hole half a mile below sea level in the middle of the Elites' city under a large glass dome. They are now exploited in countless ways and their home is often referred to as a 'Zoo' by the Elite. Zoe Taylor Bolter was born Elite, but was torn from her father when she failed the test that determines her fate and she was thrown into the Zoo. Walk alongside Zoe in her journey getting accustomed to this new culture.

He was a doctor. Now, a don by blood. He never wanted power-until power gave him no choice. She was a devout Muslim woman, quietly struggling to hold on to her identity. Their paths collided in a way neither of them ever imagined. When Dr. Alessandro Romano's mafia twin brother is shot and left in a coma, Ale is forced into a world he once abandoned. To protect his family, he must step into the role of a ruthless Don. But he's nothing like the men who came before him. Ale is a revert Muslim, a man who lowers his gaze, walks with intention, and refuses to spill innocent blood even when surrounded by it. Then there's Zaira. A quiet, pious woman, scarred by a dreadful past and pulled into Ale's dangerous world through a marriage born of protection, not passion. But nothing stays clean in the dark. As loyalties crumble and secrets come to light, Ale and Zaira must decide: will faith and love be enough, or will the world they were forced into destroy them both?

Zola and her twin Zora are just another set of 14-year-old girls amongst the many in their small village of South Africa. That is until the National Party of 1948 comes into power and turns their lives upside down. Discover how Zola and Zora endure the natural and spiritual attacks of the Apartheid... there is always more than what meets the eye.

In a world where silence breeds oppression, one boy's rebellion could ignite a revolution. --- Kael was born in a nuclear crater, his body marred by toxins, his spine weakened. Life in the Crater is short - by fifteen, most are dead. But Kael's sharp mind and quiet defiance set him apart from the others. When he leads a daring escape, outsmarting advanced surveillance and military guards, he catches the attention of those in power. Now, Kael is thrust into the Ascension Complex, a cutting-edge training facility where the world's brightest youths are shaped for global leadership. But Kael isn't just another recruit. With each trial, he uncovers more about the hidden systems of control and the future that awaits him - and he isn't willing to sit quietly and accept his fate. Amidst brutal drills and a cold, unforgiving hierarchy, Kael forges bonds with those who dare to challenge the status quo. Together, they will test the limits of loyalty, morality, and ambition. But when the stakes are raised, and a dangerous new path emerges, Kael must decide whether to play the game or change the rules - at any cost. In a world where the powerful choose who lives and who dies, Kael is ready to break the silence.

This short story explores the Canadian Indigenous experience to raise awareness about historic brutalities as a means of inspiring positive change. The accompanying art piece emphasizes the importance of addressing the practical needs of those marginalized and oppressed rather than solely apologizing to them through symbolic gestures. That, according to the author, will be an actual step towards reconciliation. DISCLAIMER Written by a non-Indigenous author who lacks personal affiliation with the explored subject, this story has been inspired by research and reflection. Although tremendous effort has been made to share the Indigenous narrative as accurately as possible, the author sincerely apologizes for any unintentional misrepresentation resulting from possible discrepancies and dramatization that may have distorted content delivery. Overall, it is encouraged to view this short story as a fictional piece of writing inspired by true stories. In addition, please note that the story contains sensitive and serious content that can be interacted with based on the reader's discretion.