Remembrance Day

... so, as with every year, I turn to poetry. In Flanders Fields ~John McCrae In Flanders fields the...that you'll never forget. Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz— The ... on the sunblinds, The farthings and sovereigns, And dark-clothed children at play Called after kings and ... wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them...

saviour.

... icy blade. "Harsh words and knives in the dark? What battle is that for a warrior? No, ... lonely border while he sipped wine and went to poetry readings. It was an irrational fear, and one that...clothing trailed in floral, transluscent snow rifts across the dark wood of the barrack's flooring. hardly a setting... my lover and my saviour." A smile. A small, sad one, but a smile nevertheless. He wasn't ...

... the image and watched the dark street pass by.   All he...grinned. “We went to a ... poetry what ever. But he had...Seunghyun had two colored hair dark brown nearly black at the...in his arms with a sad look) It had been to...but they didn't.   The sad end to the story was...next station. Sometimes it was sad to know that you would...and walked away in the dark.   Looking at his watch he...

Blue Sunflower

..., a bit of angst Warning: This chapter war, left behind, a sad and happy childhood Disclaimer: Me? Own them?! *laughs* Yeah I wish.... "Hello little boy, what's your name?"                    The boy's sparkly dark brown eyes shone. "S-S-Satou," he managed to say out of ... his dialect and once even showed him he could write a little poetry, Hide kept it in his safe and remained there for years later. ...

merlin - the witchfinder

... Merlin hasn’t hidden that collection of poetry he wrote for him and he would ...of poor Gaius. Oh, this is so sad! *tears up* Merlin returns to Gaius’ ...he has the good grace to be sad about it. As Gaius is dragged away...almost makes the heartbreak from seeing Merlin sad worth it. Almost. Gaius and Merlin finally.... NEXT WEEK: Morgause. In armour. A dark castle and altar somewhere. Arthur learning about...

...', what a beautiful display of ignorance. Rattrap: Eh, is better than poetry. Dinobot: You walk a thin line rodent. As his optics closed into recharge, he began to dream again. Starscream found himself in a dark room stained with that same blood from before. Instead of fear .... "Forgive me. Ve did not mean to bring up such sad memories." He gently pushed his hand away, wiping his own eyes....

Fanfic: Your Sorrow for Another Coin - Chapter Six

... that tended to nothing but the dark inside people's hearts until all...Alice ended up dreaming about a dark-haired woman on her thirteenth birthday...the way of things, how the dark fought back until something came along...it no matter how bloody and sad the whole thing was going to.... Their eyes met when a dark shadow crossed Marita Ellison's ... his sleep. “Stand between the dark and the people it wants ...

Mine Acquaintance into Darkness (Axis Powers Hetalia; Russia/Lithuania; R)

...you like this. You are sad, Lithuania, and that makes me...brushed he still looked overly sad, he thought, peering into the...It's a collection of poetry," he said. "Yes," Russia said...well. I know you are sad and lonely without your friend...filled with heavy furniture. The dark woods and thick brocade curtains...don't need to be sad, I will be nice to...night, it was at least dark enough that they could pretend...

A Very Bad Idea (Part 2)

...as she continued her search. After a moment she pulled out a dark purple dress, a slender thing, less ruffles than usual and a rather...best, you look like one of those angel-pretty boys who write poetry and cry a lot." "Really?" Glinda said, taking the hat that ... goodbyes at the door. Not teasing, this time, nor catty; nor sad either, quiet. Elphaba wondered what she was thinking. But when Milla saw...

...as she continued her search. After a moment she pulled out a dark purple dress, a slender thing, less ruffles than usual and a rather...best, you look like one of those angel-pretty boys who write poetry and cry a lot." "Really?" Glinda said, taking the hat that ... goodbyes at the door. Not teasing, this time, nor catty; nor sad either, quiet. Elphaba wondered what she was thinking. But when Milla saw...