Young Writers Society

As I`ve tread the path of adolescence, I`m struck by the belief that many are some reprobates. These haunting, intrusive thoughts nearly paralyze me.

An essay/ literary work about family.

A song dedicated to Julius Caesar

Did you ever tink about the way of feeling this world by somebody else? For example, a boy who has the down Syndrome. Let's try right now

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Though we may pass, time carries on, and that is the whole point of this song! ^_^

Metal walls. Wooden faces. Broken hearts.

Snatching the babys hand. For lifes not what I love. Its the peoples choice. Its democracy and love. Adams protest: No apostrophe. I can bend language. All days of the ...

She was always loved Yet she didn't know, she couldn't take It anymore so, where did she grow up? I have yet to find, find out a reason Drowned into ...