Young Writers Society

From April

the cycle of sleeping as a rager teenager

Is humanity's duality a good thing?

A sort of depressing poem about smoke-filled air that makes it yellow.

Paper plate chickens. A revised edition of 'The Potentiality of Infinite Chickens'.

Whoever is reading this: I hope you know that to love someone is something so beautiful and imperfectly perfect in its own way.

for a girl, her name's unknown

We'll see him over the summer, hopefully

I use writing to help me stay sane. It works :)

It happens every night

He's gone, for a while

How our thoughts can put us on a tightrope

Something about religious worship. I am agnostic so this is why I took this slant. Please do not be offended if you are religious, I grew up religious

Innocence of childhood romance and the pain when lovers turn into strangers.

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