Worldpeace Stories

In the Underworld, where people kill each other over "scrap from the sky," a twelve-year-old boy named Neo survives by repairing broken machines and scavenging through mountains of metal waste. Everything changes the day he discovers a mysterious girl and a strange cube-an encounter that turns them into the targets of forces far beyond anything they can imagine. Neo isn't a chosen hero.He isn't the strongest.He's just a boy who knows how to bring discarded things back to life.

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 multiverse 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.

I wrote this poem pointing out the injustice of Wars and Murders around the world. I want it to be short and sweet. Hope you all enjoy it. ❤️

She was never meant to know the truth. Serenity has lived her entire life believing she was nothing more than an ordinary young woman, raised by a loving father after her mother mysteriously abandoned her as a child. But what if everything she believes is a lie? An ancient council has watched her since the day she was born. A powerful vampire has become obsessed with claiming her for himself. And a mysterious protector will risk everything to keep her alive even if it means defying his own kind. As long-buried secrets begin to unravel, Serenity discovers that her blood carries a legacy powerful enough to bring peace between vampires and humans. The closer she gets to the truth, the more dangerous her world becomes. Who was her mother? What is her true inheritance? And why does the council want her dead before she discovers who she really is?

When war rages throughout the land two pilots find each other. They both hold the same passion: flying. Lieutenant Marion "Lynx" Wright is a stubborn female pilot that will do anything to push for her dreams of flight. When deployment strikes Marion she is forced to fly to fight. When she meets Lieutenant Nicholas "Rummel" Schneider her whole world is flipped upside down. Will the war tear down their relationship? Will it lay her to rest? Him? •-&-• Please do not copy my work. Thank you. Follow my blog here: jettAV8R.com

"fictional story with an issue form reality,where each beauty will be shining and issues being solved."

Short story No major violence

Two lovers who died when their planet got destroyed but get a second chance to stop the upcoming riots. Ash and Blue were two lovers who was there for each other all the time. But tragedy hit and they lost their memories of each other 500 years later. They were reincarnated into Miracle and Zues two highschool students.... First non fanfic story Now Here!

Speech Everyday I keep on asking myself "why the world is so cruel?"if I say the answer to the public , Sure everyone will kill me .All I could say if you don't change yourself then the upcoming generation won't change too. If humans are born to be killers they could control , manipulate this whole world itself. Who wants to know if someone is sad, who wants to know if someone is insecure, who wants to know if someone is dying so slowly everyone is heartless. The needy people suffer alot which doesn't affect the rich people.The billionaires should give a helping hand to the poor and also have the right to help them. i'm not saying that you want to be a superman or spiderman we don't have supernatural powers. The only power we all have is HUMANITY. WE ARE THE ONES WHO COULD CHANGE BAD INTO GOOD. God has given you a different kind of skin colour whether it is black or white if you are blaming on the black people then you are blaming the GOD itself. As human we are imperfect on our own beauty the ones who change their shape, size, or the way you look like is artificial one which is not known as "beauty". If you are looking for somebody to love you don't got he other way around by following them on media because sometimes it's not a REAL PERSON IT COULD BE SOMEONE ELSE . If you don't care about the loved ones just by ignoring them all day next time they won't be there with you so love them with all your heart and take care of them too

poem about a helpless child

Water takes the shape of it's container But soaks into what is absorbing it Take in my words as I slowly disappear And ring your rag when you are finished

Pounding. Was it the pounding of footsteps that I heard? Or the beat of a nervous, anticipating heart? I didn't want to open my eyes, not prepared to see what lay beyond the confines of my mind. Somehow, I knew the sight of what was about to be seen would not be pleasant. - Written July 22nd, 2020 Published August 10th, 2020

We've all seen them. Movies about zombies and flesh eating humans. Well, this is nothing like what you would expect in an apocalypse movie. This is nothing like World War Z or 28 days later. There is no pandemonium... There is no screeching, screaming, flesh-eating zombies running after you.. There is only the quiet. The few infected here and there, mumbling incoherently beneath their breath... here but not really here. Lost in the hush. There is nowhere to go. no one to tell us what to do. There is no antidote or safe haven. There is just us. ____________________________________________ (Warning, this is a raw, unedited first draft!)

A Dairy of a simple guy that are try to have a simple life, but one day everything chance, The World now are his enemy

I have had such a good time writing today. Here's another thing I've done and finished today. I hope that whoever sees this message has a wonderful day!

Hi, I'm Luna, and I have a mission. Come with? *Yes* No

i'm bored. you're probably bored. i have a solution (not really). ask me some questions and possibly get a serious answer from me.

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 small story where belief led to what we refer to as.... W A R

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