Young Writers Society

but how 'bout them pl0t tw!sts?

In the world of Extravaganza, all my heart seeks for is something normal.

It's as if I am Atlas.

​i got my dad's hair and my mother's hatred.

These are some random lines that came to me when i was really sad and wanted to write a piece on it.

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An anger fueled commentary on victim blaming and undeserved acquittal.

This is about my sister, and how our relationship has changed as we grew, and how it will continue to change as we continue to grow.

Just venting, y'all

A metaphorical tale of loss from the tragedy of seasonal depression

It's been a minute since I was on YSW. Here's a recent musing on living in the moment.

I was inspired to write this when I was looking out my window, watching everyone pass by on the street below.

A collection of poems paying tribute to some *special* Akuma family members.

To second guess the stars, out of our reach, cold hearts despite their blazing fire.

Language Art’s assignment I’d love some feedback on!