Worldpeace Stories

A world where world wonder's exist. Miracle and Magic were part of the modern world. They built history together in serenity. It was peaceful until something went wrong. something tried to shake the world greatest power. the core existence that hold all the fatal element from the world was corrupted by an unknown entity. All the nation stand to protect their own kind, everyone started to be skeptical of others, believing the one who started this catastrophe must be someone outside their troupes. But no one can actually understand what is happening. There is a prophecy that said the one who can end this doom was someone with the eye of the star. An ancient race that has been extinguished from the history. Someone that has the bloodline remains inside...

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.

A future where humanity split amungst the stars. A young man who's mission is to find a missing person. A Boy with dreams of Universal Peace. A young girl who likes adventure and is in it mainly for the money. And a Dragon created to aid in Universal Peace Join hands to create a Peaceful Universe! Art by Noss the Boss

It didn't start with a Pulse, it started with an idea that revolutionized everything, changed everything. a connection.... and even a four way relationship between four women, not even that; a destiny shared. Four hearts bound by each other...one mind, one body, one soul. Four Paths into one shared purpose, a shared Beat/Pulse. A connection that would unite the world with sound, not just a country or a group of people during a tournament. The Pulse Dominion Tournament, a tournament to shape the fate of the world as we know it When a connection between four women, four souls; changed everything. .....

Before kingdoms rose. Before magic was divided. Before the Stars themselves decided who would live and who would die, there was love. Elio, a mortal man of brilliance and heart, and Sophia, the Angel of Music, shared six years of quiet wonder. Together, they built a life full of warmth, creation, and devotion until betrayal tore it apart. When Elio was assassinated at the hands of the North Star, under the command of the Ether, Sophia was forced away from their children into a marriage that would ripple through time, binding angels and stars in uneasy alliance. But little did the gods know from that union came four children who would change the course of history forever. Tatiana, the firstborn, could sing before she could talk and dance before she could walk. Destined to lead in spirit, if not by title, she would one day found a kingdom of music- but first, she must survive the harshness of her own hands and the cruelties of war that would leave scars deeper than the body. Isaiah, calm and devout, devoted himself to Angels and their sacred law. But even the most faithful heart can be tested, and devotion can twist into obsession, driving a wedge between love, duty, and family. Lyric, marked by trauma and near death, discovered that words could heal what hands could not. Guarded yet kind, she learned to channel grief into prose, giving voice to the suffering of her people and finding light in the darkest moments. Rhian, the youngest, was different from the rest-no powers, only curiosity, and a mind determined to unravel the truths the angels preferred to hide. Science was his sanctuary, his rebellion, and his weapon in a world ruled by the unseen and the divine. The Wyrd siblings navigate faith and magic, art and invention, loyalty and rebellion. Each carries the weight of their parents' love, the shadow of their father's death, and the impossible expectation to survive in a world that demands perfection, obedience, and power. That was then. It leads to now.

A new life, A new Adventure, A new world

When he start to love her The world against them

TRIBUTE TO THE GREAT ALFRED NOBEL, WRITTEN BY SIBSHANKAR ROY LASKAR WORLD'S HUMANITARIAN POET OF 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

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.

In the garden of youthful dreams unfurled, Where eyes glisten with unspoken tales, Tears of joy, a testament to life's whirl, An energy untamed, where shall it prevail? Yesterday's stories etched on souls' parchment, Today's stage adorned with vibrant flair, Yet tomorrow's canvas, an uncertain segment, Where shall their art find its rightful air? As tears of the beholder slowly recede, A disquiet lingers, aching and deep, The youth's fervor, a dwindling creed, Amidst the flood of change, they struggle to keep. Change whispers softly, unheard in the din, Fearful ears shun its unyielding call, Seeking innovation, not just to win, Let's ignite their spirit, a revolution's thrall.

❛❛ just for my inner sentimental poetry self ♡ ❜❜ languange : [ english ] status : [ slow update ]

The story is about a girl even though people manipulate her she still loves them

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Stuff that ppl probably gont care about. just my feelings and attitudes towards life in the midst of dealing with being a single mom, devalued, and oppressed. I was going to write my life story but I'd rather just I had my bullshit here as opposed to posting it on Facebook. I don't want pity I just want to vent.

Just after all the events of last night...i dont know. Maybe this should be revised to events of the past month... I wrote this as a one shot but I felt I couldn't not write about London. It horrifies me, that so soon after heartbreak we are once again there. In honesty I just want to spread a hint of positivity in the face of this this pain and destruction.

An undiscovered world that is yet to be discovered and made. As peace lasted for over three million years. We began to see everyone living their best lives. As some races were training to be ready for the next enemies that would arrive. This part is going to be more brutal than the last one.

TRIBUTE TO THE GREATEST HUMANITARIAN ALFRED NOBEL FOR ENCOURAGING AND GIVING INSPIRATION WORLD WIDE FOR DOING HUMANITARIAN BENIVOLENT WORKS,SPREADING WORLD WIDE FRATERNITY PEACE HUMANITY FOR A POSITIVE CHANGE IN FUTURE. written by Sibshankar Roy Laskar World's Humanitarian Poet and Artist from INDIA ,

It's the year of 2533 and the world has completely discriminated against the female population. 17 year-old Eleanor Edwards is sold to a gang leader after a mistake made by her father, and she has to learn how to navigate through the dangerous life. Being removed from her family is the hardest thing that she goes through, but changing the world will be an even bigger struggle. Will Eleanor find the power in her to fight off her enemies? Will the world ever come to terms with respecting women and promoting them equal to men? (Includes both perspective of Eleanor Edwards and the gang leader: August Zander)

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