Refugees Stories

Once, in a land very far away, there was a tyrant. The tyrant's name was called the Wind Lord. He was said to rule his people with an iron fist, and he led them into war with the lands below his kingdom in the sky. The lands joined together, electing the Golden Plains as their capital until the war could be won. The land was in chaos for many years. Eventually, an ancient prophecy began to unfurl. A hero arose, ready to accept the challenge of defeating the Wind Lord and bringing prosperity to the Golden Plains and the rest of the land. Her name was Avian. Join Avian and Nor on an adventure that might just save the world. That is, if they can stay alive long enough to even realize that they're supposed to. Racheljjk and SummerSnow0 will take turns writing every other chapter and Ikabana7 will write about every ten chapters. We hope you enjoy!

When this world collided with the old world, magic flooded the earth. It awakened long dormant genetics and transformed millions of populations into creatures more-or less- than human, depending on your perspective. Tempest dropped out of college in the big city to return home to help repair the war zone that her hometown had become. She didn't think she'd have to play a major role in this chapter in world history. She was content with working on the small scale, helping everyday people survive in this new world. But that was about to change.

WINNER OF A GOLD KEY SCHOLASTIC WRITING AWARD In the wake of 9/11, a young Afghan girl flees the Taliban after a vicious attack leaves her orphaned and homeless.

A young mother finds her world torn apart by the horrors of war. Read as she discovers the harsh realities of life, and struggles to press on and preserve the lives of her two children. ~ //a short, work of non-fiction// //the product of a lazy English student that needed to complete an assignment// DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the images used. All characters are fictional.

All Melody Richardson wants is safety. She was taken away from her home by the T's (Trained Teams Catching Teens) and escaped from their clutches before she was taken to their central base prison. Melody escaped with five boys whose stories are similar to hers. How will they survive when they are out on their own without any help? Will they get caught by the T's and thrown into prison without a fight? Where will they go once they are safe???

A forsaken world that is obscured by widespread illiteracy, time appears to decelerate, as if an essential process remains secreted, denying progress to those left abandoned without the key to literacy. Is the world inherently just, or does it harbor injustice?

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This relates to the conflict of the Syrian Refugees. (the part where not a single country will accept the refugees and they have no where to go even though their doors where open to all refugees of other countries.

10th of September, 2015 written by Wolfgang Eggers

Around a hundred and fifty Muslims live in an underground bunker in England and have been hiding from the English soldiers for eight years. Those eight years have been nothing but miserable and heartbreaking for them especially young Sarah and her friends. And because her parents were killed by English soldiers she has spent her eight years in grief and misery she is now determined for her taste of freedom, and soon. But leaving the tunnels is a risky idea and the Muslims' bunker is soon discovered, leading all their lives to life-threatening danger . . . Hi all readers, I'm just a normal person on Wattpad trying to get better at writing so please vote and comment any suggestions or grammar mistakes. Thank you again!

A poem by Max Burchett reflecting on homelessness and refugees.

Take the life of Hablet and his family in the middle of the Iraq war. They soon migrate to the free world. (Book is updated every weekend)

A mixture of singed hair, melted iron, and exhaust fumes, filled the air. A worker coughed as he breathed in the perpetual smog that blocked out the blue dawn sky for the last century and a half, wishing for a breeze to clear the air. He was young. Brown hair, olive skin, average height, almond-shaped blue eyes. The youth's eyes were dulled, seemingly through experiences of one far older. His washed out eyes gazed at the grey shifts around him, taking in the slumped forms that trudged amongst the computer wasteland. Their keen eyes were stuck firmly to the ground in front of them, scanning for treasure amongst broken memory boards and obsolete smart phones. Daedalus brushed a rough hand through his dark hair, taking in the vast land around him one last time before sighing and joining the scavengers. His pack soon became full of odds and ends. Dae had a gift for finding working bits of technology in the piles of cracked screens and smashed disks. He stretched his back in an arch, cracking his neck side to side, and reached for the fluffy white clouds that he knew still existed somewhere behind the grey that made up his world. ... Sneak Preview of Chapter 1: Smog