If Only It Was That Simple.

An insight into my life. I spend a lot of time writing about other people in stories and fanfictions so I thought it was time to share a few things I write about my own life. I don’t really know how to explain what this will be like because I honestly have no idea. All I know is that it will be a little different to the usual things I do. Things that actually happen to me, how I feel maybe even things that I see in everyday life that inspire me to write. Well, we’ll see eh. If you have any questions to ask, feel free to comment below and I do like to hear criticism but please bear in mind that what I write will be real, so don’t insult me too much. ;)

WARNING: Could be a load of crap.


12. Hero's.

A young boy's big blue eyes gaze up at his mother. His innocence and youthfulness beaming from his fragile body. No-one knew what his future would hold. Still a child he leaves home, courage upon his pail face. A strengthened mind and a bevelled body the boy stands with his brothers. But then there's a bang and the prolonged torture begins. Battling through a field of red beauty his body is soon weakened. His young limbs become even more fragile. His pupils dilated and fear frozen. His respect, reflecting from small medals pinned to his coat. 

Beside his brothers once again. He gets a visit from his mother. Red poppies are his treat today. She places them on his headstone, tears in her eyes and whispers.


"My little boy, died a man.'


Remembrance Day. 11.11 You shall never be forgotten. 

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