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By Mairy Hinge
My grandmother died in 2010, so I wrote this poem for her funeral.
Poetry | Updated May 11, 2015 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By R Anonymous
Dedicated to my Pappaw. He was a witty, fun old man who I will never forget. Passed on Father's Day, 2014.
By Georgina V Solly
Message to family members of a death.
This is a poem inspired by a book I once read. Enjoy!
By Gari Hart
A man revisits a familiar location after the funeral of a friend.
Short Story | Updated Jan 20, 2015 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Ryan fails his math final and must take a Winter-Mester class, and is then inspired to start recording for a new Depraved Hallway Fern Album, but La Dispute causes problems for them, meanwhile, Madeline and her friends attend Kyle's funeral
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: 104 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
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.