Poppies Stories

Grace got hit on a head and blacked out in a middle of the windy storm. When she woke up, she was magically appeared in the land of Oz and met Dorothy who wants to get h...

..This is a flower husbands story! :)) the series this is in is empires s2! THE BOOKS FIRST CHAPTERS SUCK, ITS ALL TRASH (tbf i made chaps at like 1-3 am)

Kevin finds out that there's a c̶u̶l̶t̶ new religion being made by one of his classmate's parents, being the good kid kevin was, he spied on the religion and realized th...

An anthology of my poetry. I'm not just one thing. I'm many things. It's a collection of my thoughts throughout 2000-2018. Poppies represent creativity, oblivion, and i...

*CONTAINS LIGHT SWEARING* We live in a world where colors defy our emotions. Where you only see colors in your dreams, if you're one of the Inspired, that is. But there...

A collection of poems, tales, and feelings from around the world. From the life of a world traveler in exile. Top rating: #66 in poetry

An original poem (also published on Quotev) about a girl who dances in the poppy fields, trying to remember those who lost their lives in the First World War

A collection of poetry written with the rise and fall of relationships.

Grace is an aspiring painter, who has trouble with her social skills. Little does she know that the best opportunity of her life is just around the corner... Will Grace...

On the road to deep, dark Avici, There lies a myriad red poppies. « a pastiche dedicated to Shuji Terayama »

Flanders Field Lays to this day with 12,000 bodies and over 1 million poppies lay to this day

American Literature poems I enjoyed

In a world where Big Pharm rules, Kai must make a choice.

A tribute to those who died during World War 1

A bunch of short stories to do with Remembrance Day, a gift to the soldiers who fought for our lives, leaving us in this place today. Arthur James is a soldier, who is...

There lived once a girl with eyes of red who was locked away. This was the princess of Deoir, the blind girl who played music all through the night. In the same city, t...

This is an anzac poem I wrote when I was 9 its pretty good though!