5 miles outside the city was the first time we stopped to look back. From the top of the hill the whole city could be seen, and the sounds could be heard as though I was standing next to the dilapidated walls. The sounds of the bombs falling drowned out sounds of the wind in the trees and the rabbits hopping along the wet ground. Just as the sounds of hatred drown out the noises of the beautiful world. The city shone with a flickering light of the flames that were slowly engulfing the city and all its inhabitants. We were the only ones who had run, we were young, naive they said, we did not trust the lies of the government like they did. My legs buckled beneath me and I fell to the ground, uncontrollable tears running down my face.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” I cried out. He put his hand on my shoulder and I felt his smooth skin on my face, he stayed silent.

“They lied, peace, they promised us, peace. But it doesn’t exist. Nothing but hatred resides in their hearts.” I was screaming now, but no matter what I said it would make no difference. Our homes, our families, everything we had ever known was burning in their lies.

“Look around you,” he said to me, and I did. I saw the moon on the water, the stars lighting the sky and I felt something stir deep inside me. I knew what he meant.

“This is peace, this is the world. So long as there is no hatred in our hearts we will not end up like them,” He said as he pulled me up. I smiled at him and we walked on without looking back.



York, United Kingdom

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A short story about peace

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