Young Writers Society

Slice of life/stream of conciousness. This was just a spurt of creativity, mixed with madness, and sprinkled with my weird style. Hope you enjoy.

A small thing that I wrote a little bit ago.

It's winter in G-Village, and I'm here reminiscing my high school days I spent in B-City. Quotes are lyrics from a song.

~ confessions of a writer ~

Some flash fiction I wrote in Creative Writing class. Borderline poetry? Ish?

Three pieces of lyrical flash fiction all set in different parts of the same fantasy world.

I had a dream that a killed man. Except I am not I, and the man is fifteen men and myself, and in retrospect it may have been a bad decision.

This is a little sad but it can also be true.

To the monster under my bed, I'm not afraid anymore.

She ran, that's all there is to it. This is one of my earlier stories and is pretty rough, so please be kind!

The beginning of a story about a girl who is struggling with grief. She is visited by her grief. She endures.

A combination of poetry, and a short story. Its about daydreaming and believing in yourself. They sound weird together, but I hop it makes sence.

I was procrastinating geometry homework and thinking about how much I hate STEM... lol

“White lily,” he repeated, hoping she would get it this time. “Lily white,” she said as she ran off laughing.

Two siblings squabble over a treasure hidden in a cornfield. -- It is human nature to want, to chase, to destroy and to make mistakes.