Poppies Stories

will change the destiny

Two orphans (Ricco and Emilio) are living in Ancient Rome. "Anche tu, Emilio" tells the story of their exploits. This includes everything from the games they play in the dusty cobblestone streets to Ricco's first exposure to the beautiful red poppy fields of Italy. But despite the fantastic adventures they enjoy together, life on the streets is still easy for no one, and sometimes, something has to give.

This is just a poem I wrote on the spur of the moment after thinking about the First World War.

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

A collection of confessional styled poetry written by the author which initially started as therapy to cope with her social anxiety and depression.

An original poem (also published on Quotev) about a soldier who fought in The Great War looking back and remembering.

A poem inspired by the thought: The poppies we lay down for the soldiers who died in battle will never be equal to their lives. #2 in warpoetry 26/7/19

had to write this for a french assignment and damn if im not proud of it // j'ai dû écrire ceci pour un devoir de français et bon sang, si je n'en suis pas fier if anythings wrong, i blame google translate <(｀^')> // si quelque chose ne va pas, je blame google translate <(｀^')>

notes on self-destruction

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 be able to overcome the challenges that already face her? And if she doesn't, will she ever have a chance of making her artistic dreams come true?

A SHORT STORY about 6 friends going to a haunted house on Halloween, but things didn't go as planned. 5 die and 1 leaves traumatized and as a widow.

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 the truth... (TW: ABUSE, HOMOPHOBIA, TRANSPHOBIA, PTSD, MPREG, PREGNANCY) DISCLAIMER BELOW btw i'm not transphobic or homophobic I just needed an idea after finding a doodle of a blue flower, which inspired this entire thingy lmao and also the mpreg part will NOT. BE DURING. THE SCHOOL PART!!! I DO NOT CONDONE WRITING ABOUT MINORS LIKE THAT!! So there will be the future parts.

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

I don't have a name, but I do have a species: Stylophorum diphyllum. You can call me Poppy and this is the story of my life, beginning with the moment that I sprout from a seed.

For the fallen and brave Australian And New Zealand Troops

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