Protest Stories

Jannah Ibrahimi is used to standing out. As the only hijabi in her 10th grade class, living in the West means enduring whispers, stares, and quiet acts of racism every single day. She's learned how to stay silent, how to survive. But when a mosque in her city is violently blown up, the hatred she faces is no longer subtle-it's loud, terrifying, and impossible to ignore. As Islamophobia surges and the world turns a blind eye to Palestine, Jannah finds herself at a crossroads: remain quiet for her own safety, or finally use her voice. With the unwavering support of her six protective brothers behind her, Jannah chooses to stand up, speak out, and protest for her faith, her people, and her identity. This is a story about courage, sisterhood, family, and the power of a young Muslim girl who refuses to be silenced.

The fall and the fire.

Young, attractive, and ready to change the world, Caleb and Otana are heroes that have inspired a generation of readers. But inspired them to do what exactly? That's the question that comes up in Mr. Blake's 4th period English class when his students, who are supposed to be reading Shakespeare, instead start arguing about the popular "Mountain Visions" trilogy. Challenged by Mr. Blake to emulate their justice-seeking literary icons in real life, five of his students decide to start the Youth for Justice League, a group dedicated to helping the marginalized and making the world a better place.

MURDER IS A CRIME In a world where badges shield killers and headlines bury the truth, one video loops until the outrage fades. A federal agent walks free. The system applauds. The streets forget. But some memories don't die. Some men don't forgive. When the white skull steps out of the shadows, justice isn't a courtroom-it's a blade, a chair, and four simple words. Frank Castle doesn't care about acquittals. He cares about crimes. And murder... is a crime.

Hannah's dream as a child was to own a robot, and it's finally come true. But, what she never expected was to develop romantic feelings for a robot. Jason could never feel the same way about her, or could he? With Jason acting more human every day, by caring about her and giving his opinion on things, she struggles with the taboo of finding a robot attractive. When Hannah hears reports of robots attacking humans, she starts to worry that Jason is potentially dangerous. Hannah will have to adjust to a new world where robots no longer have to obey their owners. This romance novel set in North Antrim, Northern Ireland explores the complexities of futuristic relationships.

Y'all already know what tf is up. A fanfiction of specops people and anonymous? Maybe Anyway it is gonna start boring but I wanna build it up.

Dianne is an intelligent, musically gifted Black high school senior raised by parents who fled the open brutality of Southern racism only to encounter its quieter, more polished form in the North. Taught to value faith, education, and hard work, Dianne walks a careful line between knowing her place and questioning why such places exist at all. She follows the rising voices of the Civil Rights Movement, draws strength from music, and struggles with the weight of expectations placed on her as a young Black woman in a divided country. Sam is a white senior who has spent his life fitting neatly into a world that was designed for him. Surrounded by unspoken rules, social privilege, and family expectations, Sam has learned how to blend in and keep his questions to himself. His true refuge lies in science-fiction comics-stories that imagine futures where equality exists and differences are not threats. Though he has never felt hatred toward Black Americans, Sam has also never been asked to challenge the comfort his silence provides. When Dianne and Sam's paths cross in the quiet corners of their school, a cautious friendship begins-one that must remain hidden from classmates, families, and a society not ready to accept it. As their bond deepens, both are forced to confront painful truths about loyalty, justice, and what it means to choose love in a world determined to divide them

#art #donaldjtrump #hongkong #police #protests 婴宁是个狐妖，偶遇王子服，发生了一系列的事情。

How and why I ended up in jail on November 13, 2023, during the Stop Cop City mass day of action protest

He would've made a great father so here's a tribute to the GOAT. Tupac Shakur didn't even know she existed. After being left by his girlfriend in 2004, he assumed that was the end. That, that would be the last time he'd see or hear from her again. Boy was he wrong. Set in 2019 Ib: His Long Lost Daughter

New York, 1963. The city thrums with electricity-each corner a flashing beacon of possibility and chaos. The weight of the world shifts, war drums beat, and young souls flood the streets, eyes wide with dreams and disillusionment. Kalyn, a scruffy, lanky Englishman with a guitar strapped to his back, Olivia, a whirlwind. Carefree, defiant, with a hair-flip that dares you to look away. A college drop-out from Ohio with a cause bigger than herself. She doesn't just want to be heard-she demands it. But it's Tom Collin's, the smooth-talking, impeccably dressed black man from Brooklyn, who shakes the scene up with his sharp wit and sharper mind. He's a man with secrets, and a man who knows how to survive in the undercurrents of New York's raw. Then there's Colby Jade-the All-American Catholic schoolgirl turned hippie dreamer, looking for something she can't quite grasp. At first, she's the epitome of purity, her starched dresses and high heels whispering promises of a life neatly wrapped in a white bow. But the moment she sees the raw edge of the counterculture, she dives in headfirst. The world's revolutions. Drugs, sex, rebellion and self-destruction It's a story of revolution and heartbreak. A story of music that could never quite drown out the screams of war. Of youth that burned too bright and too fast, only to flicker out in the chaos they helped create. Sex, drugs, rock and roll-yes-but also the painful truth that all revolutions, no matter how pure their beginnings, inevitably leave scars. This is the story of Kalyn and Olivia, Tom and Colby-lost and found in the firestorm of a generation.

No Justice No Peace

Ashalina did her best to get justice for her best friend the first chance she could, but things don't always go as planned.

Honestly, I don't regret a single thing. 😌🌸✨💫🧚‍♀️ This is a fanfic about Tank, my fave out of the street spec ops. (I am aware that they might only be one person, but since was fanfic grounded in reality?) Y/N attends one of the numerous BLM protests as an army medic, and along with protesting, routinely helps those in need. She goes to the front lines, and faces police brutality, until she's saved by a tall armoured man broader in more ways than one 👀. This is mostly for fun, but I want to raise awareness such as the DC blackout, real names such as those who were murdered by the police, but also justice such as maybe the assassination of Trump? Who knows. TRIGGER WARNING: Some smut (idk if I have the balls yet) Murder Racism Beating Police Brutality

Simon didn’t realize that he hadn’t hit the curb until he climbed out of his vehicle and discovered the young woman sprawled in front of his car. The woman was lying on the ground with blood seeping from a gash in her forehead, not responsive but definitely breathing. He quickly looked around and was relieved that the gas station was nearly empty. He knew from experience that no one inside could see him around the side of the building. He opened the driver’s side back seat door and tossed her in, closing the door behind her. He soared into the front seat deciding that “taking a leak” could wait.

I'm doing this to protest about @ilovefnafsomuch's ground rule about her Halloween so start commenting

This is about revolution, so that what is happening stops soon. *** First they came for the Communists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Communist Then they came for the Socialists And I did not speak out Because I was not a Socialist Then they came for the trade unionists And I did not speak out Because I was not a trade unionist Then they came for the Jews And I did not speak out Because I was not a Jew Then they came for me And there was no one left To speak out for me - Martin Niemöller ***

Not all of our battles as a nation are addressed in textbooks. Most of our mistakes are masked or never mentioned. Because of this, history repeats without an inch of progress ever being made. Time pushes forward, but we never move.