Young Writers Society

Drowning only hurts until you stop fighting.

Who am I and who are you?

Reflecting on the past *TriggerWarning*

Have you ever felt you were too much?

My first poem ever!

Their blood falls like tears, as they reflect on the stones they threw and the single sided battles they won.

This is a true story that tells the story of me and a good friend of mine. It's a story of emotional growth.

My first short story... Memories played in front of her eyes. She felt the deepest emotions she had buried long back, were resurfaced in the last.

It's been awhile YSW, but here's my most recent surmising. Curious to see interpretations. Thanks!

A walk in the park of at the beach will absolutely clear their minds, right? Or will it bring regrets?

Sofia struggles to accept about leaving Ukraine. But how can she? Memories are getting left behind

The loudness of your words is isolating, and decapitates my exclamation marks.

Two lonely people sit at a cafe. They're paths may or may not be intertwined...

A prose poetry about lucky stars, but is it about lucky stars?

They say a saint is a sinner who keeps on trying.