She was crying, but Grandma knew what to do. Come here. Sit with me. We can watch the clouds.
She stopped crying. Eventually she got bored.
Look, ants! Put your hand here. They walk on good people.
She did, but all the ants walked around her.
She started crying again.
Beáta Schlosserová is a young student who loves traveling and having fun. She is studying translation and interpreting.
The crowd swelled, so she climbed onto the mailbox to see. Flags waved from every window. Men cried openly.
When the dead man’s car slowed, she saw him in the back. There was makeup on his face and his suit didn’t fit right.
He looked a lot like her grandmother.
Gianni Jaccoma was born and raised in New York City, and would really like to do some urban exploration before he leaves. He divides his time almost equally between writing stories about monsters, reading about history and watching adorable animal videos on the Internet. His website is www.gianniwrites.com.
Last night I dreamed of being with her, seeing her thinning, silver hair and looking into her aged blue eyes.
We didn’t speak. Words were never essential between us. A weave of unconditional devotion was knitting us together.
My grandmother’s gift taught me how to love in lifetime, for eternity.
Sharon Anthony is currently a student struggling through her last math class and yearning for the day she can just write and have literature classes. She is grateful that her first creative writing class was taught by Mike Hancock.
“Grandmother, what big eyes you have!” said Little Red Riding Hood.
“The better to see you with, my dear,” said Grandmother.
“And what a big nose you have!”
“The better to smell you with, my dear.”
“And what big teeth!”
“Fusspots,” muttered Grandmother. “I put in your grandfather’s dentures again.”
Martha said, “Listen well, Little Tommy. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my many years, it’s that you’ve got to have self control.”
Tommy folded his chubby little arms. “You’re not the boss of me!”
“Listen to your grandmother,” said Martha, wagging her seven-year-old finger. “And to me, too.”