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A poets look at fun with the grandchild.
Poetry | Updated Mar 20, 2015 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this shortly after my Nana died of breast cancer.
Poetry | Updated Jun 10, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
My Elfen Lied fanfiction!! Please read it! ^___^
Well, im 14. My grandma just recently passed away about 3 months ago and she was my best friend.. so about a week after getting the news, i started writing
I wrote a story for a class about my Nana, it was a diary really. But I made a poem as well. A poem I always had in my head but never knew I had it.
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Joy Evans
This is a descriptive paragraph that I wrote for a project in my writer's craft class this year.
okay so urm, this is my first story on here :)
i wrote this for an english exam at school and the title had to be called '19 minutes' so i hope you enjoy it.
feel free to criticise and any advice would be appreciated.
Short Story | Updated Apr 20, 2011 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 6
Marcella has just moved into a small town. Her parents are writers and love to experience different things to get inspiration for their books. She hopes to follow in their footsteps someday. Unlike some people, Marci likes moving. She loves meeting new people and trying to figure them out like a...
Nana is a name, so I'm not referring to a Nan in this poem before the confusion starts. Nana although not a name I would choose is the name that comes with the inspiration of this poem. Nana means many different things in different languages.
My nana (Grandmother) Died July 20 2009 at around 1:00pm
I alwas write a poem or a family member that I felt close too who Died. I LOVE YOU NANA! <3
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2009 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Daniella Jade
Horrific memories flooded my head, a constant tidal wave. Total destruction. How hard had i battled to get rid of them? Too hard maybe. But all those years of pain and terror, they could never leave me. They were glued to my brain, a constant thumping in the back of my head. Why would they not...