Honour قصص

In the weeks following the end of the conflict on the radioactive wasteland that is Copper-9, and with the world left quiet in the aftermath, a new force would emerge from beyond the boundries of the universe, bringing with them tools, weapons, identities, and plans unknown to anyone save themselves. However, they would quickly discover that Copper-9 is not as dead as it seemed, and that this mission will be anything but routine. What began as simple investigation would lead to consequnces that would span countless generations and lead to the founding of a Great Power from the rubble of that dead rock. (No ai. Doll and J centric. No shipping) (To explain the basic details: This story was created with the intent to introduce major conseqences, resolve certain aspects the original show either didn't address or outright ignore, and provide a more hopeful, albeit complex conclusion to the events on Copper-9. As well as provide a greater focus on worldbuilding/civilization that takes root in the aftermath. Somewhat akin to a potential season Two written using elements of my own future works. I don't claim that this would be better than many other similar stories, and especially not the original Murder Drones. However, I hope that its focus and premise would be enough to stand out compared to many others. This story WILL contain plenty of war and bloodshed. As well as themes, ideas, and pinciples mildly contrary to the original work. But I hope you all might understand my reasons for doing this in the context of this tale and the wider implications surrounding it. It's not a power fantasy after all, but an excercise in worldbuilding, mythmaking, and how something that can start small and lead to great outcomes.)

This is the story of an unlikely romance between two individuals from vastly different cultures. One, a young man of high status from a world far off, with a kind soul hidden behind an orderly countenance. The other is a troubled young Princess, who prides herself on perfection and ambition to follow in her father's footsteps. In the process, they would change the world. (OCxAzula)

I wrote this poem, in memory of my 3x Great Uncles who gave their lives in WW1. I don't think that war is the answer or the end to anything. As was proved when only 21yrs after the First World War, World War 2 began ..... And so it continues ......

A reflection on loving gently, listening, adapting, and honouring another without losing yourself. A quiet kind of love, held with grace and carried with self-respect.

You are Y/N Blackheart, son of one of the most powerful men in Vale. Unfortunately, you are abused, mentally and physically by him and your brother, Ambrosius. Eventually, your arm was torn from your body and you were thrown from a cliff. You swam to the shores of an island, where you remained for six years before you were rescued by Ozpin and Glynda. You were taken to Beacon, where you learnt how to defend yourself and others. And, one day, you will find your brother and father, and kill them both.

Delinquents most finest

"I'm sure you mom couldn't contain her excitement and told you already about the fixed date of your engagement." My father announced. My mother let out a snort. He glanced at her, but shook his head and returned his full attention back on me. "I'm glad I haven't received any disrespectful behaviour from you my child" He continued. Yet, I thought and kept holding his gaze. "Raheem, take her phone and put Elaf's number in, as well as the rest of her in-laws." He told Raheem. I glanced confused at my mother and Sahar. Raheem snatched my phone from my grib and typed something on it before placing it back on the dining table. I kept my eyes at dad. "It would be good if you got along with youre in laws before marriage, they have a big family, namekhuda" He said and chuckled dryly. I couldn't take the tone of his voice, where is my father? Was this what money and material wealth did to people in the twentieth century? I dropped my gaze back to the floor. What happened to the conversative muslim family?

It's all about Jacks

Jack Damon is trouble. Everyone knows it. From his reputation as a street fighter to his unwavering allegiance to the criminal underground, everyone knows he’s on a one way ticket to jail time. However, when he’s challenged to a fight by Jessop O’Leary, Jack soon realises that the stakes are the highest they’ve ever been; if he wins, he gets two weeks with Jessop’s girlfriend, Daisy. And when Jack wins, he thinks he’s in for the ride of his life. Until, that is, he meets Daisy. Daisy is a force to be reckoned with. Despite being livid with Jessop for offering her up like a piece of meat, she honours the agreement. But Daisy has a vault of dark secrets that tie her to Jessop, and Jack’s about to realise that “winning” her is only the tip of the iceberg.

Two lands, one much richer than the other. A betrothal is suggested. Wolfe and Raven are to be married, or at least that is what Sparrow believes when she arrives to wish her sister well. The betrothal is broken and Sparrow is bound by honour to find another solution to unite the two lands. An offer is given but she is too stubborn to accept. But she may have met her match. Wolfe will do anything to get his own way. Their story is only just beginning... 28/12/16 #2 highest rating (Book One of the Honour series)

I hold my breath as I climb onto the porch of the mansion - the stench is unbelievable. I glance at my wrist where I wrote down Ada's instructions. With a huge breath that I regret, I lift my arm and knock four times. "In this darkness I seek not for light, but the darkest of which you possess. I, Monroe Ashlyn Greene, acknowledge you." I take a step back after I've finished and stare at the door, waiting for something...miraculous, I guess. I'm about to walk away when the golden handle turns. In the span of about a minute, I have about a bajillion thoughts all at once. One: I should run. Two: Yep, definitely should run. Three: A normal person would run. Four: Oh shit. Five: Why the fracking-fricks did I think this was a good idea?! Six: F**k My Life. Seven: Did I turn the oven off? The door swings open and I'm stuck between running and celebrating.

N U B I V A G A N T ( adjective ) Wandering in the clouds; moving through the air. . "I fly in the sky and the clouds ruffle in ripples. Embracing my freedom, I let myself be free" .

Written in the first person, FEAR is the confession of a young man. The story begins with his return to his home town where he plans to confess to his part in the murder of a young woman ten years earlier. The story addresses the guilt he has felt since that event and how it has impacted upon his existence to the point where he literally suffers a complete nervous breakdown.

Characters: King Matthew (Matt) Sir Harlo (Harly) Lord Thorn A world of prosper and good health. Or is it? Prepare to be launched into the world of King Matthew, and his loyal knight Harlo in a plot of royal mayhem.

A banquet hosted by a powerful emperor goes nothing like planned and soon enough the second eldest son, Prince Ezra finds himself on a journey across the world companied by two strange assassins that kidnapped him from the comfort of his royal life, now he is on a journey not only to discover the life outside of the comfort of the Imperial Palace, but also on a journey to discover where he truly stands in this world that he thought he knew.

Poetry from the soul of a military girl.

So once again, this is a short piece of creative writing I wrote a while ago for class. As it's one of my first pieces of work, its probably not the best but I want to grow from it so feedback would be amazing. I wrote this around the time of remembrance day and it is themed around honouring the brave soldiers who fought for the country we live in today.