Worldpeace Stories

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.

"Before there was light, before there was shadow... There was only blood and fire." In the age before the multiverse was born, the Primordial Forge burned-a vast realm of molten worlds where the first sparks of creation clashed with the tides of chaos. Here, the Bloodborn, children of dying stars, waged an endless war against the Fire-forged, beings shaped by the eternal flame that would one day ignite all existence. Kei, a young warrior princess of the Fire forged, carried the gift of silver wings and a soul bound to the rhythm of creation. Terrion, destined to one day become Commander Teri, was a proud Bloodborn general, sworn to extinguish the flame forever. And Ignis, a nameless spirit of living fire, was a force of pure, untamed destruction. When the Chaos Titan awakens, threatening to consume both blood and flame, an uneasy alliance is forged. Through firestorms, rivers of molten steel, and battles against titans, Kei, Terrion, and Ignis fight not for victory, but for survival. Their sacrifice creates the First Seal, the anchor that will one day hold back the chaos that hungers for the light. But the cost is the death of their world. The Primordial Forge shatters, scattering its survivors into the unformed multiverse. Kei, Terrion, and Ignis are cast into separate destinies-destinies that will echo through Age of Powers, Age of Infinity, and beyond.

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.

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

As an asteroid hurtles toward Earth, a young couple's relationship is pushed to its limits. While scientists and world leaders scramble to save humanity, Rick and Jessica must confront their own demons and find their way back to each other. Set against the backdrop of impending global catastrophe, this story explores love, forgiveness, and humanity's struggle for survival in the face of cosmic disaster.

This is a poem I quickly whipped up. Its inspired by the unjust war in Iran and I hope this can spread awareness as far as possible.

Reality or catastrophe? A poem written to emphasize real world issues.

How we view each other, and how we treat one another, make an impact.

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.

Its time to stop talking and take action.

Ideal world , that world , where no one actually is depressed , not only its about sadness but about all devil forces inside that so called natural human being , whether we talk of abusing anyone or cheating anyone , i surely can say this type of world , no one ever dream of , but still we are living in worst conditions , no , not materialistically but simply inside each other jealousy . Yes , the reason i think is , we all dream of a world , a very small world of ours and our loved ones and thats makes us selfish , because we don't care for this actual world , the big world , instead we are so busy in making our small world so luxurious in terms of fantasy and money , that we forgot to fulfill our responsibility toward this world , which actually holds our small world , you know , we remained in nutshell always and always love to remain in hypotheical world where we think only about our own wishes , our own fantasies , our own desires and our own expectation , and thats how we cheated this big world , so easily . Very shameful this is , but we grab everything be it water , air or any source , but in return we give nothing , not even to nature and not to humanity as well . Nature always forgive us but she will also do right at right time ofcourse . And we should be ready to just throw the chains which locked our mind and made us to think so small , always about our own . Its not bad to think of yourself without harming or disturbing anyone . But still this world is surviving just because of few good things , few good hearts and few concern minds and till upto they are living here , this world progress because i know everyone has goodness inside them deep within heart even in those heart where hatred lies and its not that difficult for heart to connect and transmit love , harmony , peace and courage . So start thinking about others along with you and incorporate good morals in those who connects to you and spread positivity always . keep loving.

Matapos ang matinding laban kung saan napilitan si **Kaisenshitsu** na talunin ang sarili niyang best friend na si **Wai Fung**, akala niya tapos na ang gulo. Pero hindi pa pala. May mas malaking panganib na paparating sa **Samurai Kingdom**-ang lugar kung saan siya at ang kapatid niyang si **Chui Shin** ipinanganak at lumaki. Dumating si **Xiao Zhan**, isang malupit na mandirigma na may kasamang apoy na dragon. Pero hindi lang siya basta kalaban-may mas malalim siyang misyon. Inutusan siya ng makapangyarihang **Demon King** para wasakin ang kaharian. Ngayon, kailangan muling tumindig ni Kaisenshitsu. Pero hindi na siya nag-iisa. May kasama na siyang bagong kakampi-isang **apoy na lobo**, isang nilalang na kasing tapang at kasing apoy ng kanyang puso. Habang unti-unting bumabalot ang dilim sa Samurai Kingdom, magtatagpo ang apoy laban sa apoy. Subok ang katapatan, at susubukin ang kapalaran. **Makakaya ba ni Kaisenshitsu na pigilan si Xiao Zhan bago tuluyang magliyab ang buong kaharian?**

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.

Sibshankar Roy Laskar, the eminent poet from India, has emerged as a beacon of hope and compassion in the face of the global pandemic's devastation. Witnessing the profound suffering and loss caused by COVID-19 worldwide, Laskar was moved to action. With a heart full of empathy and a pen fueled by passion, he embarked on a mission to spread messages of humanity, fraternity, peace, and unity through his benevolent poetry. Establishing a dedicated website for mass communication, Laskar's verses serve as a source of solace and inspiration for countless individuals grappling with the harsh realities of the pandemic. His words, imbued with profound empathy and wisdom, resonate deeply with readers across borders, cultures, and languages, uniting them in a shared journey of healing and resilience. Through his poetry, Laskar not only sheds light on the pain and suffering experienced by humanity but also offers a glimmer of hope and a vision for a better tomorrow. His verses remind us of the inherent goodness within each of us and the power of compassion to transcend barriers and bring about positive change. As Mother Nature weeps for the loss of countless lives and the upheaval wrought by the pandemic, Laskar's poetry serves as a gentle yet powerful reminder of our interconnectedness and the importance of standing together in solidarity and love. In a world plagued by division and strife, his words serve as a beacon of light, guiding humanity towards a future defined by empathy, understanding, and unity.

The books fight back.

All things, machines and creatures, fall to quiet through time and decaying memory. Silence devours sanity and overwrites our ideas. It kills that which lives in the most vacant, excessive ways. Nothingness gives exposure to the comfort of shadows, breaking down all illusions. Deprivation of the world's music, no matter one's thirst for peace, will drive them to the brink of their humanity. Moderation is necessary when silencing the world, don't forget that.

as I am someone who over thinks alot and I do tend to observe alot of things. some things just stays in my mind and I like to write them down. so yes I just want this book to be my diary, through which I share my random thoughts and inspirations. some might be silly or some might just inpire you .. 🙂

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

GREAT ALFRED NOBEL'S VISION OF LIFE, WE HAVE TO LIVE IN PEACE AND HAPPINESS WITH DOING HUMANITY FRATERNITY AND BENIVOLENT WORKS written by Sibshankar Roy Laskar World's Humanitarian Poet and Artist from INDIA. #nobelprizeforliterature #nobelprize #nobelcommittee #nobelprizeinliterature #nobelliteratureprize #magazine #worldpeace #viralshorts #viralpoetry #viralinstagram #viralposts #viralreel #viral #google

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.