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By Noand Hegask
If you were to be literally grounded under the ground, what would you think of?
ON COLLECTING MY SON'S ASHES
Poetry | Updated Dec 3, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Anna Grettle
The thoughts of a young girl at her best friend's funeral.
Short Story | Updated Nov 29, 2014 | Reads: 90 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I used to fear death. I wanted to share a short story about the many unique experiences I had on my grandfather's farm when I was only 6 years old. The many things my grandfather taught me about life and ultimately about death.
By Andrew David
A father writes an important and letter to his young daughter. I wrote this from the heart, and would appreciate comments with feedback!
By Katya Yermakova
A family living in the middle of a brutal war. I had to makes this poem out of a list of words I was given my a teacher. I kept the words in the order she gave them to me, and I just added my own words between them.
skin / the story of a girl who used it like paper and cut it to shreds / told by the one that loved her most / max bailey
By Joe Zaydon
On a snowy church roof in the dead of December, two altar boys share a smoke and contemplate a tricky question.
In memory of my grandad.
What would you do if the love of your life killed themselves loud enough for you to hear?
By Kimberly Adams
Amanda's life is ruined when she is told she will spend the summer with her grandma in Iowa. That means church, gardening, cleaning the attic, and dominos. But after awhile, Amanda begins to realize the important things in life.
Ember just lost her mother, and is now faced with the fact that she will be losing her father as well. The only person who has ever been there for her is Ryan - her boyfriend - who is now back in town from taking care of his own mother as well. Love can do some crazy things, and in the end,...
By Eh Starr
cat is mourning the loss of her long- time bff bart and attends his funeral, were she discovers something that she never knew was there.
This is a short story I wrote when a family friend passed away a few months back. I wrote it when she passed away, but never overcame my shyness to publish it. However, this is the story, and it is called "Forever Gone, Not Forgotten".