I Choose Peace Novels & Stories

this was something she reminds herself when every she wants to get angry at her bullies "I choose peace." She closed her eyes as she read this part again "I chose peace" she inhaled and took in more air before exhaling "I’m courageous and stand up for myself." She sat upright and repeated "I'm courageous and I can stand up for myself" deep down she was unbelieving about this part she felt to weak to stand for herself "I will succeed today" she read on "I deserve to feel joy" she said out loud to tell her unconsciousness that likes making her sad "I deserve to feel joy!" She said again

The flames flickered across our faces—each marked in different ways by the war that had finally ended. No one spoke for a while. Then Gabriel said, “I used to think peace was just silence. But now I think it’s choice.” Bailey nodded. “It’s choosing to stay. To grow something. Even when it’s easier to run.” Jace added, “It’s choosing to love, even when it hurts.” I looked at all of them. My family. My team. Her home . And then I whispered, “Then I choose this.” The fire crackled. The stars opened above us, vast and endless. And for the first time in a very long time— There was nothing chasing us.

After I started college, my mother announced that she would be giving me my living expenses in installments. "Hank, you're grown up now. To teach you how to manage your money, I've decided to give you your living expenses in installments." At first, I assumed she meant she would send my allowance once a month. At worst, maybe once a week. But on the day I checked in, she walked around the cafeteria, then transferred $6.80 to my bank account. I stared at her in confusion. "Mom, you sent the wrong amount." She shook her head with a smile. "Silly boy, that's your lunch money for today. I already picked out the cheapest meal for you. Just get the set lunch from that place. From now on, you

"Choose peace, and you will always have enemies." "You will lose people." "You will suffer." "You will never control what happens to those you love." Lynnek stared at the three paths. He was tempting her with everything she had ever wanted. Power. Revenge. Peace. She thought of her parents. Her people. The warriors who had died. Her child. The pain of losing someone she had never even gotten the chance to hold. Her eyes filled with tears. "I choose peace." Noctis shook his head. "You don't understand."

"Every day. Even when it feels unfamiliar. Eventually the good stuff starts to feel like it belongs to us instead of something we're just borrowing until the next disaster." Ava's quiet for a moment, processing that, before tilting her head up to look at me. "I like that," she says. "The idea that peace is something you choose, not just something that happens to you." "Very wise for a guy who spent three years avoiding literally any real conversation about his own feelings," I say, teasing gently. "Growth," she says, echoing her own words back at me from weeks ago, and we both laugh, easy and unguarded.

And the crazy thing was…I still didn’t even know why. Thunder roared across the sky, and I looked up. The stars were gone, and dark clouds flooded around me. Little drops of rain fell on my face and I closed my eyes. As the rain steadily came down harder, I welcomed it on my face like a cleansing and let myself get soaked. I sat up and listened to the rain fall around me, letting the sound deafen my pain. “I guess we will always meet in the rain, won’t we?” I immediately opened my eyes and looked around. I didn’t see anyone around, but I recognized the voice. I looked even harder, and I still couldn’t see anyone. Was I going crazy?

“Is peace really possible for someone like me?” The question left my mouth before I could filter it. He didn’t answer immediately. “I don’t even know what that looks like,” I continued. “Peace. Is it quiet? Is it safety? Is it waking up without waiting for something to go wrong?” He leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. “Peace,” he said carefully, “isn’t the absence of chaos.” I looked at him. “It’s knowing you’re not facing it alone.” That made something inside me ache.

She managed to respond. Miss. Anna walked in. "Wake up, my angel; Breakfast is served" She pressed the power button of her iPhone 12 Promax to check what time it was, only to realize that she missed Edwin's call ten good times.

“And if he doesn’t want to meet?” “Then we find a way to make him want to,” I said. I heard the steel in my voice and I did not falter. “But we will give peace a chance. Not because I’m soft. Because starting a war is a choice and it’s one I won’t make blind.” Petrov stood and moved to the door. “We’ll get to work.”

My name is Jacob Brewer, and I'm the oldest child in my family. Both my parents are top graduates from elite colleges. My younger sister, Willow Brewer, is in third grade and gets perfect scores in every subject. My little brother, Ivan Brewer, has only just learned to talk, yet he can already recite the periodic table from memory. And then there's me, forever scraping by with barely passing grades. So when Willow cashes in her perfect grades for a family trip to Serova over the Christmas holiday, I volunteer to stay home. "I'll stay behind and take care of Grandma since she's paralyzed." Mom hesitates, but Dad simply turns to me and says coldly, "Fine by me. Being a good son might be