Young Writers Society

Ok, just a quick warning, I'm just writing this now, so it has not been thought over or editted or anything of the sort. It's written on impulse, because I ...

I sit there, knife in hand My tears are spread across the land I feel the penitration Of an unpleasant creation Depression and pain With nothing to gain Will I ...

What's the point In even trying? Goosebumps, Let it end In a minute. Listen very closely. It's getting kind of dark out. The wind is whipping From behind. Ashes, ashes, ...

On the outside, looking in watching, learinig what they do, learning so that I can too: I like lemon, they drink lime, that is what I'll choose next time. Every ...