Poppies Stories

【Ａ　ｆｉｅｌｄ　ｏｆ　ｐｏｐｐｉｅｓ】 𝒜𝓃 𝐼𝐼 𝐹𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸 Just people playing in a field of poppies. Like... children. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ! PLEASE TAKE THIS FANFIC AS A JOKE/NONSEIROUS. IT WAS MADE FOR FUN !

The melody plays on..

"the stars in the sky didn't matter as much as you." writing to a dead boy in a journal isn't ideal. cover by @xyoungvolcanox copyright @henmings (violet) 2015

American Literature poems I enjoyed

This was my performance hw for English!! enjoy!!

a collection of short poems written about the first and second world wars

Four men go off to war with four very different agendas, but they soon learn that the evil they face is bigger than they could have possibly imagined. I wrote this for a school project, but liked it and wanted to share it! Hope you enjoy.

#1 in Poppies #200 in letters in Nov 19 #7 in distance #1 remembrance Jonas never really thought that writing a random address and postal code would have anyone respond to his letters. He thought they would just be discarded or even not be delivered to a house at all. But because he did that he felt love once again. Ava hadn't realized that a letter from a soldier boy would make her fall head over heels for him. She never thought that such simple letters would make her laugh,smile, excited, sad, scared and all different types of emotions you can feel. This story takes place in an imaginary war that I made up in my mind. Everything is fictional in this book. I update every day and just a heads up. LOT of grammar mistakes and could make you cringe. Well in my opinion. You decide wether you like it or not!!!

To remember all the millions of soldiers and courageous souls that have fought in order to protect our freedom and search for peace, I have written a short descriptive story focussing on the horrors of World War 1. We vowed 'Never Again' and so we commemorate the deaths of everyone who has fought and continues to fight to strive for a safer world. On the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month in 1918, they signed the armistice and the world was allowed to grieve and recover in quiet melancholy.

People describe Hell as a fiery - as well as scary - place. To Enid, not at all. Hell is bright and happy, full with flowers - especially poppies - and trees. She always thought it was her imagination, though. Hell couldn't be like that, according to the priests, nuns, and church people altogether that worship God. What Enid didn't know was that she was the Princess of Hell, Satan her father. (Does not follow the actual, biblical-ness. I DO NOT worship Satan, I am not religious and like to sleep.)

A poem I felt/feel to be important because it seems sort of sad that stronger Western cultures are blurring Britain's traditions so I wrote this. P.S. No offence to individuals and no intended damage to patriotism. Leave me be with my opinions. Hope you like! - VividDreams

Stories I write + their explanations

Elliot is a dull girl with a dull life, moving once again. Maybe this time it's different...

I wrote this poem for the annual Legion Remembrance Day contest in 2020. It's kinda sad and stuff but oh well. Hope you like it.