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2040 New World Order- a Frightening Tale That May Just Happen -Short Story


Anthropology, Social discord, and Psychology. Just a few of the subjects that totally fascinate me.

New World Order

New World Order

'In a year of change we were going into a strange new World. After the Virus came the far left, overtaking Democracy. To be old was a disgrace. To be heard was against the Law.

The world was for the young.

God Help Us.'

— Carly Darwin



'Mummy did you really hug like that?'

'Yes Simon.'

'I don't believe you.'

Simon gently placed the newspaper back in its plastic cover, and put it in the drawer.

Simon was ten years old and just becoming curious about the Old World.

He shuffled on his chair, and looked uncomfortable.

'They said there were things called Fireworks too.' He sniffed.

Carly carried on cleaning. Rubbing the duster over and over the already disinfected table, she stopped and looked at him.

'Go on?'

'Well, what did they look like?'

Carly sighed and placed the cloth back down onto the table.

Grabbing a chair she sat and faced him, but her eyes were elsewhere, reliving the past.

'Oh, they were beautiful, son. Purples and greens, banging and exploding. The sky was always lit up. I loved Bonfire night, then when we moved here to America, July the 4th, Independence day.'

Simon gave her a look as though he still didn't believe her.

'Okay, so why did they stop then?'

She sighed. 'Because the new generation believed them to be dangerous. 'Hurt animals and upset the neighbours,' they said. They sorta died out then. Sadly,' she added.

Before Simon could say anything, she went on, 'Fireworks were used for hundreds of years, but when this generation came along they believed they knew it all. Us elders didn't have a say in the matter. ' She pulled a face.

'Then, of course, came the Virus.'



'Virus, mum?' Simon looked confused.

'That's why we could no longer hug each other.'

'But... when did it go away?'

Carly stood up and carried on cleaning the table. With her back to him she replied,' 'It was over long long ago, Simon.'

'So why...'

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

'Hold on!' Carly rushed over to retrieve the disinfectant spray. Reaching across to open the door, she stepped back, grabbed her mask then said, 'Okay, you can step up now!'

'Only me Mrs, er...' The postman always forgot her name. In fact he forgot her face too. He had never seen it.

Whenever anyone came to the door, full face coverings were the law.

'Thanks Postie.' She smiled, then tutted at her own stupidity. She would never learn. How could he see a smile?

Did anyone smile now?

Flying car

Flying car

To Fly

Taking the parcel, she placed it on the side table, sprayed it, and stood back. Before closing the door she peeped out.

Cars flew by, the new airborne kind and she gasped. Oh how she would love to travel in that!

But of course she couldn't. It was only permitted for the under 30s, and she was old. Nearly 45.

'Oh, how to be young again!'

'Can I go upstairs to play mum?' Simon looked anxious, hoping to get away and play with his computer.

'Yeah, go on son. But be back down for your tea, and don't forget to disinfect the window and door before you come down.'

'Okay.' And he scooted up the stairs.

Carly walked over to the drawer and took out the old newspaper that she had carefully placed inside the plastic bag.

It was ancient. Well, nearly. The date said 2019. She had forgotten about it when she moved. Just thrust it into the bags and into the spare room.

Gently she opened it, scared that it would tear.

Her eyes grew wide with wonder when she read the words and looked at the pictures.

People hugging, others laying on a beach. There, Fireworks! Oh my! So pretty. And then she saw it.

A boy and a girl, kissing.

She started to cry.

Woman drink tea at table

Woman drink tea at table

Looking Down

Ever since the New World Order, run by ex college and University kids, who took over back in 2022, the world had changed.

They used to call it Political Correctness. But now it was the law. Especially if you were over 30. Straight to jail, do not pass go.

No more hugging. It spread germs, they said. Scrub your house and yourself. But that was over, wasn't it?

No fireworks, dangerous. No cultural exchange. Only wear the clothes, hairstyles, everything, from the country you were born into.

Your music had to be the same.

Too many rules to remember. But you had too. It was dangerous to forget.

'Oh how I used to love listening to Italian music when I was a child!' Carly sighed, and went into the kitchen. Sitting down she drank a cup of tea, her ration for the day.

She was only allowed a certain amount of sugar. It was bad for the over 30s, they said.

Yes of course they did, the little... Stop! Don't think it!

Tears formed in her eyes, remembering how her husband used to hold her. Of course he had been arrested for 'Spreading viruses and germs, which would hurt the younger generation.' He was still in prison, three years on.

'Why did we let it happen? Why on earth didn't we kick their backsides, tell them to grow up and respect each other?'

But now it was far too late.

After the virus, the world seemed to cling to the new rules. Governments changed, and some new laws were applied, as though hanging onto the fear.

Mustn't do this, mustn't do that.

Racism was wiped out for a while, but slid back, insidious. Of course white people got the blame, but it wasn't them. It was everybody. But mainly young.

Ironic. The ones who kept fighting it, doing it.

'Hah! It was never the old, but you couldn't say it!' Carly laughed out loud, then sobbed.

'This won't help anyone. ' she snapped at herself.

Pulling herself together she put on her coat, mask, gloves and hat.

Then she called out that she was going to the shops, and opened the front door.

'Must keep my head down. Don't look at anyone, definitely not the French guy who lives next door.'

It was far too dangerous. Being foreign and young, one wrong look would throw her straight into jail for being 'subversive, racist and youngist.'

And so she walked on. As she did every day. Hoping, praying that somehow it would change.

She sighed, pulled her hat down, thrust her hands into her pockets, and walked.

A' Where the hell did that come from? Story!' Nell Rose

This is possibly the beginning of a new book. It just sort of flowed out, and yes boy was I surprised! lol!

Tell me what you think? And thanks.

© 2020 Nell Rose


Nell Rose (author) from England on November 10, 2020:

Thanks Femi, yes I do hope so. I am writing this book just to see the outcome if we really did go that way. And of course its a great story as long as we do not, lol!

femi from Nigeria on November 09, 2020:

There is great significance in numbers so choosing 2040 is important. however despite great change in peoples ideas of what is right or wrong the core values of man will remain the same, able to differentiate good from evil. Society might create laws that are strange and ungodly however we will have those true to the faith. Flying cars they already exist, animal wellfare over humans already in the pipeline.what ever society becomes in future i pray we dont loose ourselves as humans and Gods children.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 09, 2020:

Hi Mary, good to see you! Yes its pretty scary isn't it? Thanks for reading.

Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on November 09, 2020:

This is scary but very possible. Populism comes like a flood, and we seem not able to do anything about it.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 09, 2020:

For all those who are on the new sites that can't comment, I just want you to know I have read all your latest articles. Here's hoping for a comment box soon.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 08, 2020:

Thanks Ann, yes so dystopian, but sadly real.

Ann Carr from SW England on November 07, 2020:

This is disturbing because it could so easily happen, such is the current atmosphere of fear and suspicion. I certainly hope we cling on to reason and love.

Great story, Nell.


Nell Rose (author) from England on November 06, 2020:

Thank you RoadMonkey. Yes its pretty scary stuff. Some that is already happening, sadly.

RoadMonkey on November 06, 2020:

It is scarily predictive! Great story, I just hope it doesn't come true!

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 06, 2020:

Thanks Peggy, yes I may just add that. Thanks for your idea. Now I need to start writing! lol

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on November 06, 2020:

You had me hooked from the start. I pray that your vision of the future never comes to fruition, but aspects of the story you told are believable, and scary. Yes, write that book! As Lorna wrote, with climate change thrown into the mix, it could be exciting.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 06, 2020:

Thanks Lorna, I definitely hope not, lol!

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 06, 2020:

LOL thanks Bill! neither will those little... if the grown ups get them! Thanks as always.

Lorna Lamon on November 06, 2020:

This could indeed be a glimpse into the future - I think I'll get off the bus now. How we cope and what we leave for future generations will play out in time. You could write a whole series Nell and include climate change as well. Great writing which had me hooked from the beginning.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 06, 2020:

Thank you so much Brenda, your praise is amazing! Yes I do need to know myself now, LOL!

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 06, 2020:

Thanks Shauna, I am making it into a book. Strangely enough it's so dystopian but very real too! Scary stuff!

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on November 06, 2020:

Excellent story, Nell. Pray it doesn't come to this!

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on November 06, 2020:


This is fantastic!!

I would say "Forge Ahead...Write that book."

The style you write with keeps me on pins and needles anticipating each word.

I want to know what happens next. Will her husband every get out of prison?

Will they go kick their....

And take back the world as they know it ?

Or will the virus attack only the ones under 30 with their new toys?

So many thoughts...


Keep Writing this!!

Love it!

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on November 06, 2020:

Fun read! I won't be around in 2040 to see the change, so thanks for a glimpse into the future. Now I know I won't miss much when I die. :)

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 06, 2020:

Thanks so much, Eric. Glad you like it.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 06, 2020:

Thanks Pamela, yes my fingers are ready to start typing, lol!

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on November 06, 2020:

Sad and foreseeable. I wonder if they will let us die or just give us an expiration date. Really a great read all the way around.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on November 06, 2020:

This is an excellent story and considering what is currently happening in the world we could move in that direction. I think you could write a book using this story as the theme, Nell.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 06, 2020:

Lol! Thanks Raymond. I am not that far behind you!

Raymond Philippe from The Netherlands on November 06, 2020:

I enjoyed reading your short story. Full disclosure: I am old ;-)

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 06, 2020:

Thanks John the stuff thats happening you just can't make it up. But yes i feel a book coming on! Lol!

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on November 05, 2020:

This is wonderful, Nell. Please turn it into a book. With this subject matter, and that it could be a distinct prophecy of the not too distant future. it could be a best-seller. I very much hope it never comes to this, but great writing.

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 05, 2020:

Just came back to say I have read your 'Toxic' article Glenn. Very fascinating!

Nell Rose (author) from England on November 05, 2020:

Thanks so much Glenn. Yes scary stuff. I can see parts of it happening now, but yes I think it will be a book, thanks

Glenn Stok from Long Island, NY on November 05, 2020:

The world could very well be like that in 20 years. The changes to society due to COVID-19 could definitely have an influence on how we behave in future years and generations. You did a marvelous job with this story, Nell. And yes, I think it's a great beginning for a book where you can elaborate further.

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