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By Eden L
How my grandpa and grandma first met and their story! :P It's pretty romantic! XD
Inspired by my Gran to write,
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 0
By Cece Grace
While visiting her grandmothers house after her grandma past away, Victoria Moon found something she would have never expected to see. She will find out her grandmothers secrets and where she's from. Find out what's hidden behind the mirror...
Novel | Updated Jan 26, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
The chain of brutal, bloody murders. The doting Grandma clutching her toddler. The chubby happy toddler, its fingers stained in dark sticky red....
About how grandma is idolized, and about how she did more for us through her simple kindness, protect us.
Poetry | Updated Dec 19, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 7
By Phoebe Moon
A poem about the haunting despair of Alzheimer's disease.
By Elton Camp
It was the best she ever drank
Poetry | Updated Oct 14, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Kevin Rottweiler
a poem about grandma
Poetry | Updated Oct 11, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
How does this earth greet its children?
Poetry | Updated Jun 29, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
a family night when grandmothe rget very upset with the way the child writes a poem
This was the second short story I made for my mother, I hope you enjoy. Will the little fairy get to her grandmother? And what will grandmas surprise be?
Short Story | Updated Jun 10, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Erin Nicole Cochran
Poem I wrote about a dream I had, it was too wacky not to write about :)Hope you like it
Poetry | Updated May 28, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Kajal Pandya
just dedicated to my grandma...
Poetry | Updated May 10, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
My proper goodbye to a woman who meant the world to me and taught me many things.
this poem has been writen in lessons and as a short homework piece. its concludes how precious life is, how we habe to respect it. its shows you through britidh meadows and is writen in the point of view of a young teenage girl. *enjoy :) x