Young Writers Society

I wonder what is being prepared for the ceremony of sitting down and eating for the last time before this day ends

There isn't one to change... so...

Give me a hug!

Could you embrace me to show your love for me?

I don't feel good.

There is an inauspicious feeling about me.

Time to go to school!

I must leave so as to receive the education required to fulfill my life in the near future.

We're late!

The time of estimated arrival had already passed and we hadn't reached our destination yet.

I need coffee.

I am codependent on the black substance of a bean of appetizing odours.

What's an apple?

I pondered what this curious red and round fruit could be?

Let's fly.

Allow you and I to move in mid-air, unsupported and levitating.

I want to buy a book.

My will is that I could give up money to a stranger to receive a bounded collection of paper.

My kitchen has a counter against one wall.

The room in the house in my possession for which the preparation of food is reserved boasts a workbench-like structure adjoining to the partition between the aforementioned room and that adjacent to it.



He who asks is a fool for five minutes, but he who does not ask remains a fool forever.

That's long.

The person who questions is made an idiot for less than half a dozen 60 seconds, but the one that refuses to stays an idiot for eternity.

A quadrilateral that has 4 equal sides is a square.

Uh... A shape that has four sides that are equal is a shape with four equal sides.

Nah, just kidding. Someone else, do that last one.

A figure with not one, two or three, but four, equally long lines, connected to each other at their ends, is formally called a square.

The boy walked his dog.

So, like, one day there was this dude, right? And I saw him, like, walking his stupid pink poodle, right?

Sentence:

You don't have to complicate it!