Some ( very average ) haikus about WW1. Hope you enjoy and feel gratitude for every man, women, boy or girl that sacrificed their livelihoods for us. We must be thankful .)
"The Germans are upon us, with their steel glinting in the radiance of the flares and the bloodlust glowering upon their young faces."
A short tale of World War 1 and the psychological effects of comi...
This is a quickly thrown together concept for a story set in a fantasy Great War. The story follows a group of shock troopers as they undertake a trench raid. Its very rushed, but as I said it's just ...
my girlfriend went on a rant about the moralities of war and it sounded really poetic so i thought what's better than to put it on a site of poetry. the conversation was started because she has this i...
This is just a short story about a soldier in WW1. His whole platoon was killed and he is the last left and this story describes his last moments before his inevitable end.
Here ancient grenades sit like old rocks and heaps of bullets everywhere like skipping stones.
Hiding in the sepia forest are nymphs in khaki and grey. (Art by me! :D)
So, I am going to write a story on the song that I have posted here. The song is called The Attack Of The Dead Men by Sabaton. The song can be found -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MRSLSQdelI&list...
Some ( very average ) haikus about WW1. Hope you enjoy and feel gratitude for every man, women, boy or girl that sacrificed their livelihoods for us. We must be thankful .)
"The Germans are upon us, with their steel glinting in the radiance of the flares and the bloodlust glowering upon their young faces."
A short tale of World War 1 and the psychological effects of comi...
This is a quickly thrown together concept for a story set in a fantasy Great War. The story follows a group of shock troopers as they undertake a trench raid. Its very rushed, but as I said it's just ...
my girlfriend went on a rant about the moralities of war and it sounded really poetic so i thought what's better than to put it on a site of poetry. the conversation was started because she has this i...
This is just a short story about a soldier in WW1. His whole platoon was killed and he is the last left and this story describes his last moments before his inevitable end.
Here ancient grenades sit like old rocks and heaps of bullets everywhere like skipping stones.
Hiding in the sepia forest are nymphs in khaki and grey. (Art by me! :D)
So, I am going to write a story on the song that I have posted here. The song is called The Attack Of The Dead Men by Sabaton. The song can be found -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MRSLSQdelI&list...