Young Writers Society

A young artist named Sofie discovers a mystical realm, finding inspiration that transforms her art into a global sensation as Freyja, the painter.

I wrote this for one of my friend and anyone who is struggling.

A short poem on how writing loses its magic

You still kiss me, with the cool air, I breathe in, as I leave a trail of footprints in the sand.

two in one : )

Do you remember when we built our snowman or sled down the hill? Do you remember it at all?

Inspired by the song: Over the hills and far away

Maybe I am still in kindergarten. It’s just nap time. I will wake up soon and everything will be okay.

I closed my eyes. And remembered. All the emotions. All the feelings. All the people.

This mesmerising melody is the only thing that can turn a restless night into a symphony of solace.

sometimes i write poetry i dedicate to people and sometimes i just have to let it out in a screaming cry. this is the latter

random musings ~~~

Maybe I spend too much time in my room. Or maybe I just have too many reasons not to leave. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter anyway.

A Rapunzel tale? No, this is something else...

you'll have to read it...