The Trouble With Peace Novels & Stories

Lately I just can’t do anything without messing things up. “I-I’m so sorry Landon.” I tried to touch his arm, but he pulled it away. More tears streamed down my face when I realized that I lost him. I realized what to do now. I’ve caused enough problems with everyone in the group. Gabe almost died and so did Andrew. I was not going to put anyone else in danger for my expense. It was time to go on my own.

"I won't hide, you just hit me. It's my fault, it's my fault!" "Good, I understand I understand." "Brother, I'm so sorry." "It's good to be back." "Second brother, Clause Chen can't come back." Clause Chen pushed his brother away, looking steadily at the two of them. It's back, the kids know what to do. It can't just let the children suffer, it has promised and promised to bring peace and happiness to them. It can't because of its own selfishness that let them sink to the bottom of the abyss.

"Amara, I’ve been thinking about the Final Record. About what Elian said. A year of peace. Do you think we’ve really done it? Is the monster finally dead?" I thought about the vial in the vault. I thought about the broken zip tie. "The monster isn't dead, Tunde. It’s just sleeping. And it stays sleeping as long as we choose mercy every morning. Peace isn't a destination; it’s a rhythm. It’s the way you walk, the way you talk to the seedlings, the way you forgive the person who steps on your toes." Tunde nodded, closing the journal with a reverent touch. "Then I’ll keep writing. I’ll write about the fear, too. So they know that peace isn't the absence of fear—it’s the triumph over it."

“They say sleep eludes only the troubled.” I shake my head. “Not anymore. These days, sleeplessness means nothing. The troubled sleep just as soundly as the calm, She studies me for a long moment, then nods, her voice a low hum. “You’re right. When the fight for life grows too hard, even the troubled rest easy. That’s not peace—it’s surrender.” Her words slide under my skin like cold wind—That’s exactly what Rauth has been doing—sleeping like a man already gone.

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.”

the old man managed to stand up, sat on the chair and asked him to also sit down, after they had both sitted, the old man asked, Now what is the problem? " I only want to ask you a question sir, I want to know why we can not stop the war and live in peace with the rest of the world,? " man looked at him, he was a bit surprised, war was all he had knew, and so were his father and Fathers before him, the question at first sounded strange, but then he realized that indeed the world was changing, he answered, " Peace is not real my child, it was just a feeling and an imagination that can't be achieved, how do you intend to live in peace with one you have killed his mother and bombed his friends

*****************************POV: Rowe************************ --- There were two kinds of quiet in the world. The first kind was peace—when birds sang, the air breathed easy, and the sun rose without hesitation. The wind howling like the only thing we needed at the moment. And the second? The second kind of peace was war. The kind that settled over everything right before the shot. The air stilled. The insects stopped. Even your heartbeat dared not make noise, as if sound alone might be the trigger.

I nod, grab my gear, and we return to the hut to secure our supplies for tomorrow. # We get back to Sanctuary and tie the boat off, then I head into the changing rooms and have a quick shower. God, I’m so tired. I could fall asleep in here. I sigh and get out, dry off, get dressed, and head out into the staffroom to find everyone talking. “Hey, Trouble, did you want to come to my place for dinner?” Uku asks. “Thanks for the invite, but I’d probably fall asleep at the table.” He laughs. “How about a ride home, and I’ll grab us a pizza?” He offers.

Yes, the twins have a highly toned body with muscles visible even with their clothing but because the enemies are great in numbers, the chances of winning are almost zero. "We don't want violence," Enric says, calm and composed. "So, just please let us go." "And what makes you think we'll let you?" Sam says looking down at Enric. "Then are you fine with a little spilling of blood?" Emmanuel smirks and rolls up his sleeve, ready to fight. I was starting to get nervous when the two loan sharks started to grip on their knives. The quarterbacks were cracking their necks and knuckles too. Ready to throw punches at any second.

I took a sip, trying to steady my trembling hands. “Do you feel… weird?” I asked. “You mean like everything is too calm?” she replied. “Like your brain is waiting for something bad to happen?” A small, broken laugh escaped my lips. “Yes.” “That’s trauma,” she whispered. “It makes peace feel like a trap.” I nodded slowly. Because she was right. This peace didn’t feel permanent. It felt borrowed. Lana’s tablet dinged suddenly. She frowned, tapping the screen. And then her entire face drained of color.