Worldpeace Histórias

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.

Spoiler Alert : A Sci-Fi novel with NO Terminator robots, No aliens in saucers, No Matrix style Agent Smiths and no zombies sucking on human blood . Based on current trends in AI and related tech I present a realistic prediction of where we would be 10 years from now. In a Happier place. The story begins in the studios of a popular talk show in America. The anchor is interviewing an android being , about the birth of this new superspecies which now governs all of earth. The entire transition from the human race to the machines had been mostly voluntary and peaceful. The anchor questions on how this had happened . It begins , by introducing itself "My name is Xy .. pronounced as Zee, as in Genz. And I am non-binary , pun intended" , it winked. And narrates the key incidents of the past decade which lead to this new world.

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

Rian Ashford, an ordinary guy in a family of legends, has always lived in the shadows of greatness-until something dormant inside him awakens. With his world on the brink of chaos, Rian's struggle between power and control will determine not just his fate, but the fate of everyone around him. As his newfound power surges, will he be control it, or succumb to it?

Growing up I realize that Moon is better than Sun. You can look at the Moon without getting hurt, you can go under the Moon without being burn. NOT : THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY. I MADE THIIS BOOK FOR MY COMPILATION OF POEMS ABOUT THE MOON. I AM A NEWBIE. DON'T EXPECT TOO MUCH. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK :-)

a little bit of this that drives us all mad.

situations that a 14 year old girl faced in her life. a girl who faced marriage at the age of 14. a girl who left her own house at at age of 14. what will happen to a simple minded loving girl when life changes to something that she never expected.... This is a short story which I tried to write according to a girl who was only educated till the age of 14. incomplete sentences and content will help to get a viewpoint of a girl who only got the basic education. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story contains sensitive content like suicide, violence, child marriage. I hope everyone enjoys the story and also I hope for your support and suggestions. - Aaliya_joon -

lifes in war

When bohemian chemist Peace Frog, and her girlfriend Jen, develop the formula for world peace in her lab, malevolent forces send them all on the road trip of their lives while trying to reach the World Leaders' Summit in New Orleans in time to save humanity.

These poems are a symbol of growing up in age and time where we must pay attention to what's around us. We must realize that we have changed from a kid to an adult. We must realize that our laws are unjust. We must realize that we don't have time for excuses. We must realize that some people won't listen. We must realize that we are beautiful no matter what. We Must Realize

the idea of this writing piece is because our world has turned into a dangerous and sad place that needs a fix in well being.

Sibsankar Roy Laskar, the epitome of humanitarian expression through poetry, delicately weaves his verses as an ode of utmost reverence to the legacy of the greatest benevolent humanitarian, Alfred Nobel. With each carefully crafted line, Laskar pays homage to Nobel's noble dreams of spreading worldwide fraternity, peace, and humanity. His poetry serves as a resounding echo of Nobel's enduring ideals, resonating across borders and cultures, inspiring hearts to embrace the essence of compassion and unity. Through the transcendent power of his words, Laskar beckons humanity to honour Nobel's vision, forging pathways towards a world where peace and empathy reign supreme. In the realm of literature, Sibsankar Roy Laskar emerges as a guiding light, illuminating the way towards a future adorned with the timeless values of fraternity, peace, and humanity.

Hey guys,Its been a long time since I published a poem so Im going to publish a new one now.I made this poem during a poem writing contest at our school,it was my first time to join that contest and my first time to win 1st place.We had to follow a theme which is "Culture Unification:Linking the changes of the past to future". Hope you guys like it

THIS IS A RANT.Very unorganized but thoughful of. This is my thoughts. Feel free to comment your opinions or suggestions or theories on these topics. Feel free to rant also in the comments. I really would like to hear what you have to say and getting your point of view. Tell me where your from also. ill be reading everything so feel free to express yourselves about anything and i will respond.

For who knew that devils would be beautiful, and angels oh so cruel.

read for read 😌🔊 small words but DEEP meanings ❤ this contains thoughts about life 🎶 and i hope it's help you bye bye honey 🎶💃

Amari Lou has the powers of a God. Doesn't make her any different from the people around her. She is judged by the God's who gave life to her, still doesn't change anything. What does change something is when thousands of people just start. . . .dying. Her hometown becomes a ghost town. They say if you go out during Dead Dawn, the God's will leave you for the dead. But that turned out to be a false rumor. Amari is the only one left, that she knows of, in her hometown. In order to figure how to stop the God's from killing her people, or find out what's really going on, Amari will have to do something never done before. Visit the Land Of the Dead. The question is, will she make her country thrive again like the God's want her to so she can become one herself, or die and let the loud city become Dead Silent?

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

Hey guys! This is a poem I wrote for an English assignment. I thought it was somewhat good so I decided to publish it, and I hope you guys like it . It's suppose to be inspirational, although I am not sure if it is :) I am a new writer on wattpadd, so please feel free to give me comments and advices. That would be very much appreciated. Anyway, thank you to anyone who is spending their valuable time reading my poem and I hope you enjoy it!