A Desolation Called Peace Novels & Stories

assistant"> Julia — First-Person POV I used to think peace would feel loud. Like fireworks. Like victory. Like some grand moment where the world finally stopped hurting. But real peace? It was quiet. It lived in soft mornings and sleepy smiles. In the tiny sounds our son made while sleeping against my chest. In the warmth of Alan’s hand resting on my waist in the middle of the night, as if even in sleep he needed to make sure I was still there. Alive. Safe.

Named themselves Peace. "I am Peace," they said quietly. "I am calm. I am still. I am no longer fighting. No longer struggling. No longer at war internally. I am Peace. I am singular consciousness without conflict. Without incompatibility. Without internal warfare. I am Peace. And Peace is exactly what I needed. What I wanted. What I choose. I am Peace. Finally. Completely. Absolutely. I am Peace." The third consciousness stood separate. Named themselves Memory.

Garret whispered, his symmetrical face twitching. Kaerith reached the center and held the baby out. The child reached one hand toward Aradaa and the other toward Kaelor. As the contact was made, a Peace Frequency—a literal wave of neutralizing data—washed over the city. It didn't force them to be happy; it simply removed the static of their rage. For a moment, everyone saw each other as they were: tired, hungry, and terrified. "They aren't monsters," a woman in the front row whispered. "They're... they're the balance."

"Sit tight." The convertible flung the man behind us far away, until he shrank into an indistinguishable black dot. The coastal highway was wide and smooth, stretching endlessly along the shoreline. Turning on the music, the chorus of My Dearest Delusion spilled out, romantic, with a gentle hook in its lingering notes, drifting off into the seaside wind. The brilliant sunset dyed the sky red, and my white veil was lifted by the wind. My heartbeat was so loud I could hear it.

Elara’s POV The strange thing about peace was that it never arrived all at once. For years, I had imagined it as a destination, a moment, and a finish line. I thought there would be a day when everything changed and life suddenly became simple; that was not what happened. Peace arrived quietly; it settled into ordinary mornings, it lived inside routines, it appeared in conversations that did not revolve around survival, it revealed itself through laughter that came naturally instead of desperately, and it grew slowly until one day I looked around and realised it had been here for a long time.

Not gone. At peace. The End.

And beneath it, a pressed rose — the petals blackened with ash. I don’t scream. I don’t call Luca. I only whisper to the empty corridor: “Then come take it.” Outside, thunder rolls — not from the sky, but from the docks. The windows tremble. The alarms shatter the quiet. And for the first time in months, I smile. Because peace has finally died. “Peace is the lie we tell ourselves before the next war begins.”

She tried to call Joshua but he was not answering the call which was making her worry more and more. “Ah ah ah…. Harder harder. You are so good. I never thought that I would be able to get you. I love you so much.” While men’s loo was filled with this kind of noise. This loo is located at the end of campus which makes less used loo. Two bodies were intertwined with each other. Both the parties were sweating as hell though It was the middle of December. Boy was moving his shaft at full speed. The speed was so much that it was making girls' mind blank.

He pinned me down in the seat, and I couldn’t move. He sped off, heading toward what used to be my home. The cold air inside the car made me shiver. I pleaded through my tears, “Chris, I don’t want to go back. They all hate me. “If I go back, I’ll die.” His jaw clenched as he replied coldly, “Then go ahead and die.” His words sent me spiraling into a dark pit of despair. I realized just how much of a stranger he had become. “Fine,” I whispered.

The news flickered on. Specials Break Peace The screen flashed below the anchor woman. Specials break peace I read to myself again. “Turn it up Micheal” I ordered. He rolled his eyes but obliged. “Peace has been held for 15 years and today an extremely dangerous special broke it. We are unaware what caused the incident to spark. Soldiers were deployed to Barker Street. Officials have not yet released the number of killed or injured, but we can tell from footage it is a large number. We are estimating at least 50”