We Will Remember Them In the muddy lands And the places of war A rifle in his hands A battle he saw His friends with him Falling to the ground In the light of night so dim Death all around The bombs and blood An image never erased The men ran fast as they could Bullets they could not evade And there they fell For me and you They fought through hell Such a hard thing to do And for that we will remember them... They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.

Oblivion Pt1 In the early days of the first era the warlord Ornarol made a pact with the Daedra, but betrayed them for his own selfish good. When the Daedric Princes discovered his deceit they tore his soul into three, and scattered it into three corners of Skyrim. They all took a piece of his soul as a trophy, of victory, although by doing so, leaving mystical portals to their realms of oblivion... I woke in a new, somewhat peaceful new day.I rolled out of my makeshift bedroll, and crawled out of my low tent. The fire was still burning out from when I set up last night, so I sparked it up again to cook some Skeever meat I collected yesterday while hunting. As it slowly cooked, I gazed off into the snowy distance and watched a pack of Sabrecats run by.Some Nighthawks zoom past above.A few rabbits wander past... Finally when the food was prepared I climbed back into my tent, which was the best place to be outside in this everlasting harsh winter. I eat a whole piece of the delicious meat and tucked the other piece away in my bag.I drank some mead to wash it down, before I set off. Outside my camp my horse, Shadowmere, was silently waiting for my arrival.I sprinted over and jumped on, then checked I had everything.My bow and arrows where there, along with my two Daedric War Axes, and finally my bag containing my food and necessary items such as food and potions. Now that I was ready, i galloped off on Shadowmere. Off to Solitude, to the Bards College. It was about three or four long hours until we reached the city, from Dawnstar.I came to a halt at the large wooden gates to enter, and just looked around for a miniute, at the large draping banners, and the colossal towers which watched over the city.Then eventually, two guards pushed open the doors so I could enter, along with a few traders that just arrived too. Inside, I put Shadowmere into the stable and continued down the city paths.I passed a few shops that cought my interest but I had no time to waste.After about five miniutes, I reached the Bards College in the long straight road leading to the blue palace.I gently pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside, wiping my boots on the stone as I did so.Once I was inside, I wandered over to the main room and took a seat with my friend, Cicero (Who is, certainly, slightly insane). We talked for a few minutes until he handed me the book I was after - 'Ornarol's Fate'. It was a rather large book, and had a dark front with the symbol of Daedra carefully painted on. Jt was a book that detailed Ornarol's betrayal of the Daedric Princes, and how his soul was scattered in the three corners of Skyrim. Cicero started up the conversation again... "Ok, so this tells you EVERYTHING you need to no.Just follow the story and im sure you'll be fine" I glanced down at the book again and smiled, thinking of all the gold i'd have at the end. I looked up at Cicero with the same smile on my face and simply nodded, I wasn't much of the talking type anyway. So from there, I stepped out of the College, into Skyrims snowy lands once again, and so the adventure began....

I'm not short-tempered, I just have a quick reaction to bullshit!

English Homework... Thanks to Alex Murray for the story idea in general, check his stuff out! It was a normal dull Monday, and Jack was back to work.He took his normal quiet route past the many shops and through the thriving streets to his small business.On the way he saw friend Alex, and his dog on the way to The vets.He reached a corner.The traffic lights flashed bright red and he crossed quickly, and about half way across the motionless road, he heard a loud smash and a bang then black...he was out. Reports from the doctor stated he had severe head and neck injuries, and was in a coma, a serious one at that.He was apparently lucky to still be alive... The car hit him at about 70-80 mph but the impact with the lamppost slowed it slightly, just enough to not kill him. Jack woke in a quiet hospital room, the quiet sound of monitors beeping rang in his ears.He grunted as he felt around his head.It hurt, a lot."Where am I?" He whispered, as he unplugged the various wires in his arms and chest.Small drops of blood still stained his jacket. "Hello?" He said quietly. "HELLO!?" No answer.As he looked around he saw bright p red lights in the roof, and a dog ran past the semi-open door ahead."What the?". Then he saw a row of shops on one of the monitors, and some traffic lights? It meant nothing to him... After a few hours of confusion the dog ran past again, and he saw a man follow.Soon after a vet passed by with presumably the same dog, and the monitor switched back to the shops again, only to see a car accident happen instead.A man gets hit by a fast out of control car after smashing into a lamppost.A headache begins, and he realizes he didn't remove one wire , but falls asleep again. When he wakes up again he remembers some weird memories, of a hospital and a dog.Of red lights and a vet, and rows of shops, and some kind of car accident.He sees it's Monday, and heads off to his small business again,He takes his usual route and sees his friend and his dog.His headache re-appears again, and he feels confused.He moves on past the shops and his headache worsens.It brings back memories, of what he doesn't recall.As he approaches the traffic lights, something inside him says not to, but he waits for the red light and starts to cross.Just as he took his first step his headache turned to horrible pain and he collapsed, trying to grab onto the person in front, as he fell and heard a loud smash and bang...All he saw was black.When he woke doctors reports say the victim, a young vet, with a man and a dog, got hit by a speeding car, and both suffered severe head and neck injuries, as well as comas.They where apparently lucky to live. The vet eased open her eyes, it smelt of antiseptic and she saw through her only narrowly opened eyes, a man walk past the door, then she fell asleep. It was a normal Monday for Joanne, and she made her way to the traffic lights...

Need A Bit Of Help! So, tomorrow I've got an english homework, and I need to write a short story that must be creative and unusual, so something like the stuff H.G wells wrote (War of the Worlds, The Time Machine). Just because I'm not exactly too creative on certain subjects, so I'd it comes to action or adventure type stories I'm straight to it, whereas I'm a bit stuck on this one.. I'll appreciate any ideas!