We love young adult science fiction, but even we have to admit that sometimes, it can feel like dystopian novels are following a bit script. The new Twitter account
@DystopianYA is poking a bit of fun at some of the more common conventions of the genre.
Writer and comedian
Dana Schwartz is behind the @DystopianYA Twitter account, and, as a big fan of the genre, I’m having a lot of fun following her tweets. Remember folks,
the problem isn’t tropes themselves; it’s how you use them.
https://gizmodo.com/stop-hating-original-science-fiction-movies-just-for-ha-1668287958
I didn't know that I was born to be different.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
People from This Category haven't gotten along with people from That Category. Well, not since the Civil Schism.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
It's not Communism if none of us call it Communism.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
"Are you Valentine Neverwoods?" She asked with a stern tone. I nodded slowly. "I usually go by Val," I said.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
I just feel like there should be MORE beyond this gated community none of us have ever ventured beyond.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
My sister Harpa played with her hair. In a lot of ways, she reminds me of a metaphor for my childhood innocence.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
"Anthem!" I cried out, "Your rebellious sacrifice isn't worth it!"
Anthem looked back at me. "You're worth everything to me, Val."— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
Adults don't understand. All they've learned is how to go about their days without questioning anything.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
I have gangly limbs and a feminine form just beginning to take shape. I'm not beautiful, but my green eyes are nice.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
Turns out the grownups you once blindly trusted shouldn't have been blindly trusted at all.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
Adolescence is a confusing time to discover my own identity. Good thing the Infallible System will determine my identity for me.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
I always saw Ermias as more of a brother to me.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
You'd think a first love would distract me from taking down the Corrupt System, but you'd be wrong.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
I once could have been happy in this System. Not anymore.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
It just seems like I don't fit into our Society's prescribed categories.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
"He's an Other," she said, with venom in her mouth. "We've been taught not to associate with their kind."
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
None of us remember what it was like in the Before Time. I think they called it "America"
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
This was my first time riding the Train.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
Anthem held my hand, but I couldn't stop thinking of Ermias and how he had kissed me when I least expected it. What were these feelings?
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
Maybe the all-powerful Totalitarian government doesn't know best after all. And maybe I can fight it.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
I'm plain looking and shy. There's no way two guys would be fighting for my love right? This world is more confusing than it first appeared.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
I'm so clumsy. I accidentally spilled the Nutrition we had for dinner all over my grey tunic.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
It's the night before my 17th birthday, which means in a few hours, I'll have to face the mysterious Test to determine my future.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
I'm the best SlateBoarder in the entire Colony. Maybe it's not much, but I'm tough.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
Some things are more important than order! Things like independence and freedom!
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
Lysander's muscles rippled under his grey tunic. How had I never noticed how strong he was before?
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
"My name is Valentine Neverwoods," I said, my knees shaking. "And I'm making a very brave choice that will mean standing out for good."
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
All of this superficial entertainment and technology is trying to trick us into being happy, even though we can't be individuals.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
The Metropolis loomed before me, its high walls and sleek, modern buildings a menacing gray. I missed my home. I missed The Colony.
— Dystopian YA Novel (@DystopianYA) February 11, 2015
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