Young Writers Society

A sad and romantic fairy tale style story, but with significant differences from traditional fairy tales.

A short story about youth, hometown, and seeking direction of our hearts.

my first (and poor) attempt at poetry

Written by a complete simp (aka me)

"Last Christmas, totally forgot. Past Christmases, tried to forget. But this Christmas? Couldn't forget—it's just UNFORGETTABLE!" -Amber

Cloud Member to a Hearts Club

My muse

A quiet ending to an otherwise loud evening.

At last, Abigail serves her father cold hard truth, but does he digest it?

Like Harry Styles said, Matilda, or Abigail in this case, "You don't have to go home Oh, there's a long way to go." If only she hadn't gone home.

People usually eat salacious commentary from their father with a side of backstory at Thanksgiving, right?

Ephermeal Beach brings euphoria.

If you were to answer the question: who are you: what would you say?

Questions linger, will they wake from the dream?

In the alchemy of art and desire, Zeke's camera, inked hands, and a darkroom cast magic.