Young Writers Society

This is fiction its about texting and driving

The first part of an autobiographical series

Um...This is basically one of my many to come vents.

warning: this is something personal. this is for me.

Closer to poetry than anything else. A mostly metaphorical and sensory description of a panic attack - something that comes with my anxiety disorders, and can accompany other mental illnesses.

Mommies crying again. I’m sorry mommy. I don’t mean to make you sad. I think you’re just scared that you don’t understand what’s happening. I get sad when I’m reall

In a large, bright room, sunlight streams through a wide window, casting shadows over wooden floors and open doors. The walls are painted vibrant, daring colors, and the room is ...

“I know you” was played, it was her favorite song. She had her eyes closed, as if trying to cling on to the words. The audience was in awe of ...

I am consumed. I am consumed with this pain, longing, mind warping feeling that so many people dismiss as average. Mostly anyone would change any physical aspect of themselves. Mostly ...