Young Writers Society

I wrote this for my ex and I still think it's very accurate about him...but more-ever, what we had.

Drabble; born out of the darkest throes of boredom.

What you are about to read contains my deepest darkest secrets and my wildest fantasies. (my diary from Movellas.com)

Just an assignment I did about art.

I have no idea, I wrote this some time ago and found it, and thought I'd let some people chew it to pieces. It's terrible too.

Goddess of wisdom Fill me with your light so I may see clearly So I may learn the ways of the world So I may better myself. Allow me to ...

Basically the challenge was to write about an experience with love in 250 words (exactly).

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.

It was a cold December morning and I was itching to share the news. I had started my new project; a novel. I had spent the last six hours ...

on our last day we walked along the lake shore until our clothes were soaked and heavy with rain. he kept apologizing to me for the weather, the sad-coloured clouds ...

Torn apart! This time is different. I'm not sad because my girlfriend left me, my boss fired me nor I wouldn't do something I have planned for. All crises accumulated ...

I do not like to write about some things on paper. The things seem more alive when they're inked on paper instead of typed into a blank word document. Sometimes, ...

You know what gets me the most? The fact that I don't know. The fact that no matter how much thought I put into it, I still have no clue ...

Wouldn't you say that guessing doesn't work? It just pulls you back. You never know the truth, you just guess. It's what you think, not what you know. I try ...

I’ve never felt how it is to love. I don’t know how it feels to hug the one you can’t be without. I don’t know how it is when you ...