Some of my story Whispers, Wishes and Wings:

Prologue
Harmony wanted to be a faerie more than anything else in the world. In fact, she wanted to so much that she prayed about it before she went to sleep. "Which doesn't make much sense, really," she told her cat Margo. "Because I'm not religious. Does that make sense?" Margo didn't respond. Margo never responded. It was silly to think she would, but so was wanting to be a faerie, and so Harmony kept on hoping about it. Margo responding, I mean. But Jasmine responded. Jasmine responded all too much. She was Harmony's friend, you see. Jasmine was very beautiful, with her sun soaked skin and long thick hair. Harmony would cross her skinny legs, pull her fingers through her blonde ponytail, squint through her purple rimmed glasses and sigh. "Oh, I would give ANYTHING for a pair of turquoise, shiny dragonfly wings, ANYTHING I tell you!" she would tell Jasmine, and the girl would say "Would you give me for them?" Harmony would cry out "No! Of course not!", shocked at the idea. "Well then, you wouldn't give ANYTHING," Jasmine would respond, looking back at her with superiority in her dark, beautiful eyes. Harmony would then scowl at her and purse her lips. "Well, maybe I would. You aren't all that nice to me, you know." Jasmine would nod and say "True." Jasmine was obsessed with facts. If something was true, she would agree. If not, she would disagree. She was amazingly smart and did not do well with opinionated things, like politics, for example. Jasmine was what kept Harmony from day-dreaming about flying with the eagles all day. Harmony loved to read, to write, and to draw. She was not a very physical girl, but her mother made her take fencing lessons twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays. "You should be happy!" he mother told her. "I've always wanted to learn how to sword fight! And doesn't it remind you of those fantasy books you always read?" Harmony's mother was a Math teacher at the University. She brought Harmony up well and strictly, but never shared the same interests as her daughter. Harmony loved to sit in a meadow behind her house all day, pretending. Her mother thought that if nothing was being done, it would be unspeakably wrong. Her father had loved pretending with Harmony, but he had died two years ago. That had been terrible for the both of them, because he was all that held them together. Her mother had been trying to find another man, but she always left him quickly. Harmony was very glad about that. It wasn't that she had anything against them, but she couldn't stand the thought of someone else taking her father's place. That would be unbearable.

P-E-A-C-E and volunteering

Does anyone here wish for peace? Does anyone here wear peace shirts, peace backpacks, peace pants? Does anyone here really hope that someday peace will come to the Earth?
If so, I envy you.
You can think this and hope all about it and dream. You can sit there and think "Oh, I believe in peace! I am a good person!" I really envy you. Because, you know what?
You're not.
You go along on your daily routine and don't do anything but wish for peace. If you want peace then go out there and try to change things! Do something for others! Get involved! Don't procrastinate, or sit around! DO SOMETHING! We can all make a difference. Yours may not be the biggest, but you can do it. YOU CAN!!!!!