Worldpeace Stories

A sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.

Dear reader, I, by the virtue of fate, the divine deity, know all future paths scattered on all useless holy papers to crush down people with information that they can't defy, yet try. Truth obliterates us all, something we don't want to accept but are bound to see, that such truth has become our own tragedy of fate. Existence, written to only be flawed by puppeteering, yet I wrote characters hoping for them to rewrite endings that I already foretold and saw. Hoping that one day they will save or defeat my ending of truth, so that I no longer will need to walk through the ruins of places I once cherished deeply, knowing that I can't stop traveling down memory lane. These characters were my sense of pride and joy; now they've emerged into my literary world. Although they won't see it as a curse, I do. I don't think they'll fully understand my perspective; however, they are in the theatre of lies and truths scattered around. I'm not the eye of the beholder or beauty, but most definitely the cruelest of all. I'm a curse that knows all types of endings, has seen it all from different viewpoints, and still has a feeling I don't want to make it to the end. I really wonder if I'm truly in control of myself, or am I the puppet being decided for by someone else? I truly apologize for the fates I've read for a few people who met their end in slow wave tides of dread. Caring about how one should end up, but that's not my place, is it? I merely see past what others seem to miss. I can't control how one should live, but why does it feel like humans place their trust in me to actually do that? I'm not inside their perspective; I'm outside, living, trying to uphold my own emotional dam that's about to explode. My feelings aren't considered, nor my boundaries, though I'm still needed selfishly. I can't live, so I put fictional, layered prints of words that I wish to be my rebirth, my start to my own deity duties and life.

It's a genuine tale about the pandemic malady of Corona Virus that began from Wuhan, China at December 2019 which has now spread everywhere throughout the world. More then thirty Thousand people lost their life and still counting because of this infection which has been speculated as might have been spread by bat which is the most noticeably terrible emergency that the world looked in a century. The world is going into downturn and the vast majority of the nations has bolted the fringes and the nation to forestall the spread of this infection. Because of this lock down more then twenty five million people lost their jobs.

I hear cries...in the middle of the night

Let me tell you about an imaginary world, a vast continent in the middle of the sea, endowed with fauna and flora like no other. From a climate as diverse as its relief, from the savannahs of the North, to the volcanic chains of the West, passing through the vast deserts of the South and the verdant equatorial forests... A world where the sun rises in the West and lies in the east full of myths, mysteries.

god help me, i cannot describe the pain i feel while writing this. if you see this, it's too late to help me now, im already gone and nothing can save me. anyways based off a fever dream i had when i ate an entire jar of melatonin gummies

hey babe wake up now!!. im going. take a shower Melanie now!!!. dont yell at me. well hurry up. you know wat im breaking up with you. get out of my house. fine but dont come back begging to take you back. I wont bitch!!. hey Melanie are you alright? no I broke up with my boyfriend. ohh I know how that feels. well I need to go to my class see you later. Johnathan do you still have a crush on Melanie? yes but she has a boyfriend. now she doesn't. really im going to ask her out after school. hey Melanie umm this is kinda hard to say here it goes will you go out with me? yes!! +3. so Johnathan do you wanna come to my house? sure wat time?at 5:00. yeah sure so ill see you later. yeah ill see you later. hey Johnathan you look handsome. you look beautiful. stop your making me blush. so wat do we gonna do? wanna go to my room? sure. ok well come follow me. its finally happening she is holding my hand. I im gonna try to kiss her I lean up to her and I kissed her she kissed back it is perfect

Short poems made for fun, read on, be inspired, these are loving, sad, and powerful poems that come to mind for me, read on, write on, dream on...

A short story but more of an essay. Just as the title stated this is the sound of my life. "This is what you will hear when you listen to my soundtrack." xxxxxx Hope you enjoy and I would like some feedback because I want to publish one of my books. All my love -C

Paul's letter to Honaz

I want to change the law and order of my world (including India) , there is an increase in rapes in world/India , and the judiciary system of my world/India should be changed , and bring some new laws against rapes

Just Poems Written In Doubts. Get To Know The Author's Dark Mind Vs Her Good Heart. Check Out My Books: 1) The Werewolf's Mate ❤️ 2) The Werewolf's Beta ❤️ ❗️Ranks❗️ #547- justme #383- justme #67- justme #81- caged 383- illusion #54- worldpeace #80- justme #41- justme

A young boy who was about 16 years of age spent more time thinking about the truth rather than worrying about school and other daily things that your normal teen would worry about. His brain is crumbling apart from his ideals and can no longer take it anymore so now he attempts to wake all of humanity for a better tomorrow.

This is an apology letter to some of the countries that Trump teared down.It's time to realize what we're signing up for.If Trump doesn't want to apologize for his behavior like a child than I will!

A world different from ours, where the impossible becomes possible. A place where millions of dreams can be made true however a dark future is coming. Amidst that darkness, there may be a light that could be a salvation. A fight for a brighter future only accomplished with trust and determination. A shining crystal's destiny is about to shine but it won't shine alone

Alan Kurdi, initially reported as Aylan Kurdi, was a three-year-old Syrian boy of Kurdish ethnic background whose image made global headlines after he drowned on 2 September 2015 in the Mediterranean Sea along with his mother and brother. -This is to offend no one in any shape or form. I wrote this short story based off the photo and my personal take on what happened. Meaning, I don't know how this young boy became an angel so soon, but its just my feelings on this sad picture.

A content writing for World War 3 attempt

When twenty one year old Teegan Moore ends up stuck in a shady neighborhood, a young boy shows her that living there isn't all that bad. He shows her that the neighborhood isn't all drug dealing, fierce people who hate everyone. But some of them are...

"WHERE ALL THE HUMANITY GONE?" Written by Sibshankar Roy Laskar World's Humanitarian Poet and Artist from INDIA. #nobelprizeforliterature #nobelprize #nobelcommittee #nobelprizeinliterature #nobelliteratureprize #magazine #worldpeace #viralpoetry #viralinstagram #viralposts #viralreel #viral #poetry #fraternity #liturature #pinterest #magazine #website #webpage #instagram #facebook #google #world #virałreels #viralinstagram #viralshorts #viralposts #viral #nobelprize #nobelcommittee #nobelprizeforliterature #alfrednobel #humanity #fraternity #peace #viralpoetry #googlreels #googleviral #googolpoem #google #googlepoetry

The war has ended, but the scars of battle remain. Teri's fate hung in suspense, with whispers suggesting he may still be alive somewhere in the vast multiverse. As Kei, Ignis, and the surviving heroes begin to rebuild, a new mystery unfolds-one that ties to a long-lost power buried deep within the cosmos. When an unknown force begins erasing entire realities, the heroes must venture into the most dangerous rifts yet, facing enemies who should not exist and allies they can no longer trust. With multiversal balance at stake, the age of heroes is not over-it is only beginning. And in the echoes of the lost, a final truth awaits.