Riots Stories

**1ST BOOK OF THE SERIES DEVIN PLANET** The Silky Frey, a solar system that houses planet Devin. A planet where life could be sustained, Devin's evolved, a specie that all look the same, have the same name, and are distinguished through numbers. After the sudden retirement of Devin #1, the president, the whole planet goes into chaos. No one wants to work and instead are fighting for answers through protests. Others start doing crimes without the fear of persecution. Devin #4178 has the courage find the answer (knowing the retirement reason was a lie). Wanting to know what truly happened, why suddenly the president left. The Devin council meanwhile, are worried about the lack of president; not being able to coronate one from the riots and protests. Chp 2 Preview: 5 moved out of the way to allow the president to walk in and immediately walk towards the microphone in a perfect diagonal line. But after a few seconds without the president, she felt herself begin to worry. Her heart raced, she felt sweaty, and her eyes shifted all over the stadium. Devins stretched their necks and moved side to side to catch a glimpse at the hiding president. But when they realized he wasn't hiding, instead not there at all, they all looked at 5 with worried expressions.

A man, named Samuel, works as a police officer. He first hand gets to see how the world is falling apart, people turning against each other, riots breaking out. He first hand gets to see the world slowly ending and there is nothing he can do about it.

A real lit prettymuch group with some baddies

Not all of our battles as a nation are addressed in textbooks. Most of our mistakes are masked or never mentioned. Because of this, history repeats without an inch of progress ever being made. Time pushes forward, but we never move.

“Every man who has in his soul a secret feeling of revolt against any act of the State, of life, or of destiny, is on the verge of riot; and so soon as it appears, he begins to quiver, and to feel himself borne away by the whirlwind.” ― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶11111111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶11111111111111111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶1111111111111111111111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶1111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶11111111¶¶¶111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶1111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶1111111111¶¶¶1111111111111111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶111111111111¶¶¶¶1111111111¶¶¶¶¶¶1¶¶¶¶¶1¶¶¶ ¶¶111111111111111111111111111¶¶111111111111¶¶ ¶¶111111111111111111111111111111111111111111¶ ¶1111¶¶¶¶1111111111111111111111111111111111¶¶ ¶11¶¶¶¶¶111111111111111111111111111¶¶¶¶¶¶11¶¶ ¶1¶¶¶¶¶111111111111111111111111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶11111111111¶11111111111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶111111111111¶¶1111111111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶1¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶1111111111111¶¶¶111111111111¶¶¶¶¶11¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶1111111¶¶¶11111¶¶¶¶111111111111111¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶11111¶¶¶¶¶11111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶111¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶11111111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶1¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶11111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶1111¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶11¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶1¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶

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Ceste started a revolution. She didn't want to, but she did. She's on the edge of death. But in times like this, you must stay strong. She has to, a whole nation depends on her.

1984, Meerut a town in India was facing communal riots between the Hindus and the Muslims for months together. Life had come to a standstill as schools were shut, shutters of shops were pulled down as every now and then sporadic incidents were taking place, flaring up the town, the list of deaths and missing persons were going up in the police records. Armed men guarded their respective locality. Nevertheless births were taking place, marriages were happening as families went to neighboring towns to get their children married. In a midst of all these, a young girl gets out of her house to go to deliver a wedding veil she has stitched for Sakeena, her Muslim client, the wedding was near and she had promised. She manages to reach but on her return she is caught up in riot. She runs for cover only to collide with an armed man.... Imran Hussain was Sakeena's elder brother. He was one of the most sought after boys of the locality. His sister's friends wanted to get introduced with him, making a nuisance of themselves more often than not causing him much embarrassment so he avoided young girls like plague. That afternoon he was on guard when he heard a commotion in his house, a whisper going around that his sister had a visitor from the 'other' locality....

Like the original story, I have chosen to start my story in media res and the story primarily focuses on Chika's perspective. However, unlike the original I chose to include a denouement by making sure the ending is resolved with "[Chika] arrives at her Aunt's home".

Waiting for change. Political change. It's futile. Pointless. A waste. But yet some remain hopeful. •••••• This is for my English exam, if you do happen to read it I would appreciate some feedback on what I could improve 💫

In the near future, the world has been torn by a war between a mutant race known as the Valens and the humans. Arianne along with her brother Sam find themselves caught in the middle, orphaned and barely surviving. Arianne,who belongs to neither race, finds herself unwillingly drawn to Calen a Valen recruiter. But her world becomes submerged with chaos, as death and destruction fills the real world. Perhaps some truths were best left buried as she finds out lies that could break her.

Mobs. Riots. FIres. Death. Natalie Maverick has experienced all of these things in the eight years of her life. They were a regular thing in Blackwell Virginia, her hometown. They riots have always been bad, even before Natalie was born. However, they were never this bad. In a riot gone bad, Natalie and her closest friend Dominic are forced to leave town, fearing that they would be in even more danger than ever. That's when disaster strikes. While resting in a house, a lightening storm started, and the house was struck by a bolt of lightening, setting it on fire. Trying to get out safe and sound, Natalie and Dominic get badly injured. That's when Natalie loses everything important to her; her precious memory and her beloved speech.

"It was a brief affair . Even calling it an affair would be a disgrace to both of us and our families when riots were erupting everywhere ." She said in her Punjabi -accent English to her Canadian -accented grandson . She was in the last stages of life .Her face wrinkled , knuckled reflecting like a crisp shirt , thin limbs and her hair white as snow . Even those hair were a luxury for her , when her eyelashes had fallen off . There was another regret beside her eye lash fall and withering beauty . She couldn't find a single eye lash so that she could make a wish . A wish of being courageous and brave enough in her next life to do a thing she wasn't able to do , to burn the last letter .

In between the chaos, Indian media is emerging as the villain in the long united and secular society. Targeting minorities, government critics as if they are PR of Indian government. This article will show you how this is not the first time broadcasting medium spoiled the integrity of the nation as happened in Rwanda. And what danger consequences it can make.

"Are you sure about this?" Jacob whispers to me. I look into his eyes. "Always." Lexi Collins is a fourteen year old girl in high school. Only when her life was interrupted and secrets begin to pour. She needs to survive 2020 with her group along the way. But she keeps asking herself this one question. Will she make it?

It's July 13th, 1977, and a man is thrown into the most frightening night of his life. All lights in New York City have gone out and the city has descended into chaos. Stores are looted, violence is rampant, and a serial killer is on the loose. What will happen to the man's home and will he survive himself?

Santa Monica, 1973. Cordelia Devereaux is a mystic, a firebrand, and maybe-just maybe-a real witch. She's made a home for herself on the pier, where saltwater and starlight feed her magic and her independence. She's not looking for love-especially not in the form of Preston Moore, a UCLA civil engineering student with a politician for a father and zero belief in anything mystical. But when plans are announced to demolish the Santa Monica Pier in favor of luxury resorts and soulless development, everything changes. Together, Cordelia and Preston spark a movement-one built on protest, passion, and the unlikely collision of science and spirituality. As they battle city hall, corrupt politics, and their own fears, they find something neither expected: each other. But saving the pier might come at a cost too high to bear. Will love-and community-be enough to rewrite their fate? Don't Pave Our Paradise is a sweeping, sun-soaked story of rebellion, romance, and reclaiming home. Perfect for fans of character-driven love stories with heart, grit, and just a touch of magic.

A story based on my experiences about the London Riots.

This is a story based on th UK Riots in August. It is NOT a true story! Next time your thinking about rioting, think about the consequences first. In the 2011 UK Riots 3 Innocent young men were killed in Birmingham during the Riots. One of the fathers won the 'Pride of Britain' award not long after the Riots. Think. Open Your Eyes. I have entered this in the Watty Awards 2011 so please vote for this and promote my message!