Future of Terrasen

Short Story

Hey guys, so I won't be able to write anything for a little bit because I have to write and edit 30 poems and then add a 1,000 word critique (which is hard because the word count is low), then I have to write and edit 14,000 words of the beginning of the story I am working on (which I'm submitting as my assignment too) and then I have to write and edit a children's short story (complete story) of 3,000 words. On top of that I'm applying for work experience with editors. However, I'm trying to keep in touch and read all your updates etc...

Ok, so tonight I went round my dad's parents house and it turns out they own an 1896 longsword major which they let me hold and my, oh my, it was beautiful. I didn't have the chance to take a pic but the blade had a leaf pattern engraved in it and the handle was leather. It came with the real metal case that you could strap onto your clothes, and it was actually quite heavy. When I was holding it I really wanted to pretend I was in the ToG/ACOTAR world and swordfight but I was scared I would damage it because it was an antique that belonged to someone in the royal military or whoever.

Also, just a side note: I'm having English tea (yes the 'white' tea with milk) in my Disney mug from Florida (that dad got me when he went) and I just feel that more connected to my friends on here for it (weird I know).

And lastly, cocontuc (it wont tag from my laptop) here is the short story from the pigeon's p.o.v for my Writing London module (in case you want to read it not that its that great). Sorry if there's any mistakes, I'm copying and pasting it here. Sometimes when I do that things like speech marks and things in italics disappear or change to wattpad's default setting (??)

A Pigeon in London

Light hit my closed eyelids. Another day. I unfolded my legs and stretched out my grey wings, the black tips absorbing the warmth of the rising sun. I pecked at pieces of dirt stuck between my feathers.

Once I was satisfied, I puffed out my shiny green chest.

Gotta look my best.

Good morning, I cooed from my nest in my tree.

Shut the hell up, Pickles! Trevor, the male with the largest and feathery chest answered.

Who dropped one in your nest, Trevor? Sassy Sally asked from where she preened on a nearby branch.

Its not a good morning. I saw Bill kill himself yesterday, Trevor said.

A faint siren sounded in the distance, which made the other birds in the park chirp louder.

Trevor lowered his puffy chest. Poor bastard dove right in front of one of those black cabs.

A small, cool breeze rustled the leaves of the trees we sat in. My feathers moved with the breeze.

Angel, my best friend, said, So many of those damn things. Nearly got flattened by one. The speed limit is there for a reason. She fluttered from her tree and landed in mine.

And they have the nerve to call us stupid! Sassy Sally flittered her wings in anger.

My tummy rumbled. Hopefully, those pesky crows, and the odd seagull, hadnt gotten there already.

The sky was painted blue with a blend of orange towards the East, dotted with White clouds dotted.

I cocked my head to eye up Angels silky silver and light grey feathers.

Dont let the humans win, Trevor, Sassy Sally said.

Arent you coming? I asked her.

Not this morning, Smooth Feathers. Ive got a hot mate this morning. She lifted her head as a huge, dark grey male swooped past and landed at the bottom of her tree. Ah, there he is now. Poop on some people for me! She gracefully glided down to greet her mate.