Anzac Stories

Twelve generations after the wreck of the ANZAC Far Stars Expedition on an ocean planet, two groups of survivors, Tangata and Pakeha, wage a sporadic war. Metty, a member of the Hine-ruru, the Night Guard, patrols the shore with her partner, the epigenetic canine Wuff. The capture of an intruder, who carries a message from her long lost father, sets her off on a voyage of danger and discovery.

A story about Gallipoli War

To remember ANZAC day here in Australia, I am presenting you with 10 of my favourite Australian and American war movies. For the people that don't know ANZAC ( Australian New Zealand Army Corps)

"In Flanders Fields" is a war poem in the form of a rondeau, written during the first world war by Canadian Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae. He was inspired to write it on May 3, 1915, after presiding over a funeral of friend and fellow soldier Alexis Helmer, who died in the second battle of Ypres. According to legend, fellow soldiers retrieved the poem after McCrae, initially dissatisfied with his work, discarded it. "In Flanders Fields" was first published on December 8 London-based magazine Punch.

This is a short poem I wrote in the 6th grade, as a tribute to the ANZAC heritage for the men and women who had served in the war.

The story of a conscripted Anzac soldier. Will he survive?

Anzac

A troubled former Australian commando is summoned back to Israel by an aging friend with the offer of a new job, and a solution to his problems. He soon discovers this offer is more one of a new life; nurturing and mentoring a unique young girl while hosted as honored guests by a silvering band of mercenaries. (Set in 2016)

Because I'm uninspired to write I'm going to publish the shit I've been doing in class to make up for he lack of updates

The spirit of A.N.Z.A.C

A collection of short and descriptive fictional stories about different wars This is my first time writing stories like this. I'm sorry if they don't make sense and for spelling mistakes.

My 2010 poetry collection. I started writing poetry in May this year and I've never really stopped after that. The poems here are in a way quite depressing, well some are. Some ask questions, some tell of love and friendship. But the poems here are my work and copyrighted. I'm extremely proud of my this collection which is ever growing. A must read I think is 'Emotions' which was one of the winners in the poetry contest held this year. If I could, I would recommend all of them for you to read but not everyone has the time to go through my work. So: Emotions Time Rain The Thread of Our Lives The Stars Thank you Thank you for your time, please leave a comment and vote! :D TIng

The wind ruffled my hair and blew the sea's salty smell into my nose. Excitement was still coursing through my veins. I took another deep breath, inhaling the smell of salt once again. It was nice to be out adventuring rather than being stuck on my little island back home. "Aren't you nervous Oz?" New Zealand asked. " What if something goes wrong." Lest we forget

"But don't you wanna see the world, boy All the countries and their stars, boy Just don't look them in the eyes, boy You just gotta take their lives, boy... ...Yeah, you're gonna make them proud, boy 'Til they put you in the ground, boy"- Troye Sivan, "Fun" Jangbir Singh is a twenty year old Sikh. He has a family in Punjab, a sister, a mother, a father and a Fiance. Mischevious but gallant he signs up for the army. He'd be a coward not to. His family have a rich history embellished with legends of brave warriors. Then there is Alastair Fletcher. An Australian orphan. He now at the age of twenty works as an ostler for a rich family, the Aldersons. He's in love with their daughter, a raging beauty by the name of Claire, but he is sure her family will never let them marry. The glory of war draws him in so he signs up. As the war rages around them in Gallipoli an unlikely friendship forms between the two. But is their friendship strong enough to over come the horrors of war? (Highest Rank #453 in Historical Fiction) [On Hold till I'm finished Ahkmenrah and The Man Behind the Gun]

A myriad collection of my own war poetry ranging from pride to sadness and anguish. Will range from Gallipoli to the Western Front. Mainly Australian, as that is my home country. ----Ongoing, probably will never be FULLY completed----