Young Writers Society

Blood. The metallic smell stung my nose. I could feel and hear the sharp pains of death. I wasn’t there though. I knew that. But that didn’t stop the

a young girl tries to escape a demoralizing facility

Short story about not understanding metaphors and dealing with your anger

I’m dead, but it’s mostly an inconvenience

Nothing replied, I promise.

This is a short Poem about what most of us are on the inside. note this is a copy of another work of mine that was posted as an essay.

this it just a pixle art of sirius black from harry potter

It’s actually a poem but it wouldn’t let me change it to that

A conversation between an Cloud and the Sky

A piece about PTSD and dissociation.

We can't predict what happens in the very next moment of our lives. Life is all about suspenses, happy and sad ones. And such was their lives too...

For LGBTQIA and them because i knew someone who was in love with someone and they were gay but one parent didn't accept LGBTQIA, it was a sin to them.

EXPECTATIONS.....HAVE HEARD LOT ABOUT THIS WORD BUT DO YOU HOW THIS WORD CAN EFFECT PEOPLE.IN THIS STORY I WANT TO DIVERT YOUR TINY ATTENTION TO THE

For Morgan...

A romantic something more real than reality.