My Mysteries unfold discussion

Add a sentence to the story. I'm starting with a sentence created in the "One Word At a Time thread" slightly modified.

Society sublimates savage norms and Normans who unfortunately conquered the muffins; it's flaky, celebrating every jam, whether strawberry or dilemma or preserve, jammed jam session improvising Jazz hands socializing, and it hugs.

But when chaos wants to dance, society can't control the passions.

The dance of the Yin and Yang is not always peaceful like a tempest in a tea cup.

The dance used to mean war is coming, but now it means 'We won a battle!'.

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It is a battle of love with the peace treaty signed with forgiveness, and the grand ball is festive, everyone dancing, all charming with the beat of the heart and the play of the music.

Sometimes there are animals and fireworks!

Woof and hooray, the battle is won, and the sky is lit with joy.

But many of my friends were killed...

In the mourning of the morning, shall there be a way to get along, to recover, or are there thoughts of revenge, and indeed, I wonder about these thoughts, needing the power to make things right, remembering friends, remembering lost love and the evil remaining in the world, will there be new wars brewing in subtle ways as new alliances gather their weapons and their conspiracies?

Right now I have all of these different questions are going through my head; Where are my parents? Where is my sister? Where are my friends?, all I've got right now is my orphanage.

I've seen my brother pulled from the rubble, put in a chair in the ambulance with blood running across his eye which he quietly without crying wipes away, and I wait for him.

He was such a sweet baby brother who I love so much, but I can't imagine that when he grows up that he'll stay that way even if I cry brother I'll lift you up, but I wait for him with my kisses and tears.

Don't tell me about the war, because I don't want to know, but tell me we're safe here where everyone cries on the floor trying to sleep in the noise.

The noise shall not hurt our spirits, we will triumph and ultimately win, with our hearts and minds intact.

Where is my sweet brother, Mommy, Daddy -- have you gone away under the rubble or will you find us here -- tell me a lullaby again like you used to when I couldn't sleep, and I am afraid to know anything and I remember playing in the field with my friends when you said to come in because it was dangerous.

Your sweet brother will surely find his way back to us. Have faith, I say. I have a very timely lullaby in store for you, my child. Come forth and listen. Open your heart and mind and do not fear!

I can't help but think of my Grandparents.

I never knew my Grandparents, so you are fortunate.

I was so, so lonely.

Ah, it gives me great sorrow to know you were so lonely, m'lady.

This Loneliness in the rumble that they've cleared for a tiny little orphanage where everyone prays that they are not really orphans and in an epiphany Mommy will come, its dread cries with an ugly truth, this emptiness swallows the screams, and yet children can we rise again, if you'd come with me because I'd love you all if the sun will ever shine again beyond the smoke and ugly dust.

In my heart of hearts I know that goodness and right are prominent within this world. I see it in the faces of babies. In the pure color of a flower. My faith in humanity has never faltered, even though wrong has befallen me times a plenty. For righteousness has rescued me from the dark. Let your voice be heard, make it clear.

Children and you Father, let us all sing the song of our hearts and let the tears run so we can jog together slowly loving each other.

They tell us we must march to freedom and say nothing about who we are, because with a wrong word they will slaughter us, these hyenas and criminals in the road, but I think I will kill myself rather than being captured and tortured for my innocence of their perversions wrapped in holy death robes.

Grandmother, their was a bomb, and I am bleeding to death, and can I please believe that you will meet me now, missing you so much.

Now that the animals are circling us, I'm so glad that I will die, and Grandmother you look pretty.

"Thank you, my dear.", replied Grandmother.