Young Writers Society

I guess... yeah. It's a metaphor for madness. Nuff said.

Text messages. (Contains censored swears.)

Growing up was and is a confusing and wild experience. Feeling lost, or not good enough to achieve your goals. These are my experiences so far.

This was a part of a character idea... and I would appreciate a little help with the wording.

I wrote this thinking about/missing the beach. Not sure what you'd even call it. Prose poetry? Creative Writing? A rambling mess I'll regret posting?

Then you need to introspect.

It's a sunny day in the City of Nouns, and a tour is in store for any visitors. Courtesy of Education Tours.

Please help me with my blurbs

This is written for one of my classmates who died in a car accident just yesterday.

Everything is about control. Control your emotions. Your words. Your looks. What happens when you're forced to give up that control?

Everything comes with a price.

Experimenting with prose poetry and stream-of-consciousness style writing

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Well here we go again...

A stream of consciousness I wrote from the perspective of a lavender scaled young woman