My dream is to make the world a better place.
For you and me and the people to come.
I want peace in this world,
The world we live in now is curl and cool,
and filled with war.
It’s like we’re all on a wheel of all the angry,
thoughts and feeling’s.
A never ending and every winning
race of hate.
My dream is make the world brighter
A place that doesn’t know pain or hurt.
Only love and freedom.
In my mind I have a magical place,
were no one makes fun of you,
And you will be loved.
In my magical place there’s no such thing as hurtful words.
And this is how going to make my dream come true.
First I want everyone to know that,
I’m here for them.
And I’ll never leave them alone,
And that we can change the world together.
I would help the poor,
and the one’s who’s lives seem dark and scary.
And I would make there live’s light again.
I would plant tree’s and flower’s so that the world’s color’s would shine under the golden sun.
The last thing I would do is end all wars.
And stop love one’s from being murdered on the battle field.
Because war is the only reason why the circle of hate still is alive.
And that circle must end somewhere...
So why don’t now when light and peace seem so far away because it can only get’s better from here.
So here’s a couple questions for you.
What are you going to do to help?
And will you help me?
And a place
with no more,
It’s the year 2017 and the World is at War with World War III. What started this all is the first bomb that hit Cuba on June 12, 2012. They World went at War not knowing who started it. After all the bombing’s three Kingdom’s raised to try and keep the world at peace, The first one to rise was The S.S. The S.S was once Germany and Europe the ruler’s name is King Leo. Next came The Japan Organization which is run by Mo Ming Lee and she rules over Japan, China and Africa. Then Came The United which was once the U.S and South America the ruler is called King Hunterage. The Americans didn’t want to have a ruler so how the Americans are fighting them selves while the rest of the world fight’s for more land and The S.S is slowly taking over the world. Two different people end up in this war with big reasons and reason;s why there their. They will both fight for peace and love but in different ways come join the adventure and follow there dreams...
Dear Dream Diary,
It’s the year 2017 and the world is at War with World War III. All of are hopes and dreams are covered with ash and the light is slowly disappearing. All I want in this world is love and hope and harmony...I want a place with no War. I want it for my sister and my mother and father they at less deserve that. I want this ever on going wheel of hate and pain to stop. I want this game to end. I want to live a life worth writing about and telling. I want to see the blue sky again. I want light to fall a pond my skin. I want a world with no more War.
So God can you hear me are you reading or listening? Because my hope is fading and I can’t hold on for much longer...
CHAPTER ONE- When The Light Ended
The day when flames filled the sky and ash covered the earth was the day the world ended.
The smell of burnt rubber brushed against my nose making me pinch it in disgust. I couldn’t help but thinking, “Why? Why did you let are world come to this?” But of corse no one wanted to take the blame for what started this whole War. No one wanted to say I did it I fired the first atomic bomb on Cuba, But no. No one did. I stare up at the sky wondering what lyes above the smoke and ash, I wonder what the blue sky looks like sense I haven’t seen it sense five years ago.
I was born in 2001 when all seemed fine and there was really no pain or War, those were the light day’s. The day’s of peace and love when no one would lie or hate. But now we live in he dark day’s of the United States or what is now called The United. Which is anything but what we are now, we are no longer together and fight together and love one another. No, we’re always on high alert we can’t even trust are family or friends because in this game we now live in, You never now who to trust or who is the enemy....or if there your friends everyone now is your enemy and it’s your job to protect the one’s you love. Which I have already failed at.
My mother was murdered two years ago and my father was put into the War and died in a battle so all that was left was me and my sister. Her name is Emily she has golden blonde hair just like my mother and big blue eyes, in her mind nothing is evil or bad and the world will get better. I thank her for her kind words but most of the time I think what she’s saying is so far away. I mean look where we are now, every street every corner every home is a battle field. Blood stains every one’s clothes and hands and walks. I can’t even go one day with out seeing someone die. Why do we have to go through this pain why do we have to suffer? I’m telling one thing I’m going to do something about it!
Her blood stained feet run across the tar leaving foot prints marking her trail. She runs past piles of burn buildings that have crumple. She pass’s mountains of fired burn body’s that lye there out in the open to baked some more. The coal’s from the last fire are still smoking. Her job today is to run around and look and see if people have made it or need help, sense she is the fastest runner in the group. She runs and calls out to see if anyone is there she does this at less five times and then she hears it. A soft voice calling for help under some rubble.
She followed the voice to find a building over on it’s side and still lightly burning. She takes out her flash light from her survivor bag and peeks under the crushed building. Out of the corner of her eye she see’s a old women wedged under the building.
“Hold on I’ll get some help!” She yells so the women can hear. Right before she;s about to run back the women stops her.
“No just come here.” Her voice is old and cracky as she coughs. She makes her way through the small space and flashes the flashlight on the women's face. It’s wet with blood and her eyes look lifeless. Her skin wrinkled and worn. The women takes out a small lined leather book and puts it in her hands and makes out a few more words. “I want you to make my dreams come true...” She starred at her, her face in shock. “Now go the building will come down any minute!” She began to run out when she looked back the women was smiling and nodding her hand. Then there was a crack as the building began to fall. She darted out barely making it as she tripped over a rock and looked back, the women was long gone.
She looked at the book and began to wonder about what she meant. The she flipped over the first page and read out loud...
Dear Dream Diary,
All I want is Peace...
I know it’s wrong, but I made a promise to follow them, I made a promise to join to O.P.C in other words the Objective Peace Core. We stop protest and brake out’s in the Slums. I know it’s wrong to fight and kill my own people but who are you so posted to trust know? You don’t know who’s the enemy or your friends...Everyone now is the enemy and I will do what every it takes to help my country The United!
My name is Alife Vi Hangsingic T.U Soldier and I’m fighting for a better place or at less that’s what I think I’m fighting for? I really don’t know what to fight for any more there’s really nothing left to fight for. Because of my family and friends are long gone...that’s price I pay for joining the Army. I promised to join in return my love one’s are save, they could me that they would be saver if I didn’t make any contract with them with I don’t like but whatever it takes to keep them save.
My job in life now is to kill or capture any one or thing that is against The United and the new laws the King has made. The King of The United and is King Hunterage the 97 ruler of The United. The United is one of the new Kingdom’s that popped up after the Bombings slowly stopped. I want a better place for my family even though I will never see them again. I want to change this place we now live in I want a place filled with peace.