histórias de Grandad

Poem/video wrote for my grandad

Grandma punches out the slut next door

A story about one of the most extraordinary people I've ever met. That is quite literally it. No amount of words will ever come close to the infamous Jason Darvill.

This my personal experience of losing someone close and rekindling the memories we shared.

This poem is a letter to my maternal grandfather, who gave me his wisdom and influenced the trajectory of my life. I love you forever, Granda.

The Freeman brothers have kept the pain of their parents untimely death bottled up inside of them. Huey, forced to keep one of his deepest darkest secrets away from his own brother, struggles to keep his game face intact. Riley, trying to remember the sweet memories he once harboured, searches but to no avail. It's overwhelming, overbearing, so many questions left unanswered. Can someone finally lift it off their shoulders? based in 2009 (+1996-2006 comic references) || a boondocks fanfiction || 18k words so far [Shippings hinted 😉] ‼️STORY ON HOLD‼️

A STORY BASED ON SHAKESPEARE'S THE MERCHANT OF VENICE, READ ME! In this lively comedy of love and money in sixteenth-century Venice, Bassanio wants to impress the wealthy heiress Portia but lacks the necessary funds. He turns to his merchant friend, Antonio, who is forced to borrow from Shylock, a Jewish moneylender. When Antonio's business falters, repayment becomes impossible--and by the terms of the loan agreement, Shylock is able to demand a pound of Antonio's flesh. Portia cleverly intervenes, and all ends well (except of course for Shylock!).

this is a short poem in memory of my grandad.

Every town has a weirdo. Some ungainly foul smelling soul you cross the street to avoid. But only Notchwood has a Flabberwocky. Dismissed by many as just a giant blob of flesh glued to mobility scooter, the truth is much more sinister. Her real name is Amelia Floyd and when she's not terrorising teenagers, she's scraping the remains of dead animals from the street for her supper. When she shows up at their Grandad's funeral, Lawrence and Molly are both confused and horrified. Little do they know it's the beginning of a mysterious adventure that will change their lives forever. Ranks: No 1 - #bedtimestory

Huey Freeman wakes up on March 29th, the day before his birthday and finds Grandad and Riley missing. But to make things worse, the only clue to where the two might be is a stupid riddle on the table... WHERE ARE THEY??! *THIS FANFICTION DOES INCLUDE MILD CURSING SO AS TO MATCH THE CHARACTERS' ORIGINAL PERSONALITIES FROM "The boondocks"*

This poem is for my maternal grandparents, who will never come home. I never realised, growing up, how lucky I was to have them. Maybe, one day, I'll fly in the way of the doves whom I love so dearly.

Huey and Riley Freeman are back in a low-key, stylised reboot of the original show, on your wattpad! It's been a year or so since Robert Freeman died. The boys' only legal guardian has left them behind in a white dominated district. But Huey and Riley got those strings, and they pull them. They find themselves in an apartment in a nice view right on the edge of Woodcrest, a mix between "boujee" and "ghetto". They take care of themselves, as well as they can. After all, Huey is almost 15 years old now, and Riley is 13. However, one day, they are sent a notice threatening an investigation and fine unless they don't attend school after summer vacation. So they attend the school, and damn -- that place needs some Riley and Huey Freeman. Whether it be... Riley's "menacing" influence, or Huey's "cynical" one. Please enjoy my story, a social commentary with a similar satrical twist, based around the original series. Only, it has more of a youthful, modern yet authentic flair to it. They learn from their mistakes, and damn right make sure to fix the ones around them.