Young Writers Society

5. once, hopefully, i won’t be late. committing is hard work, i tell you...

4. do you hear them calling? clouds have covered it all, yet, they shout, buried as they are mocking lost wallets- my identity drains quickly

3. late is summer late was winter; although it wasn’t supposed to be

2 let’s have a hot shower! outside, in the summer air listening to the hushed voices of all kinds of critters. let’s watch the tadpoles grow into frogs, then back ...

1 birds gurgling their trills; further away, the old oaks still support these antics “hush little birds!” the child said angrily they must be fed up with you”. “now, now, ...

These 9 remaining days will be filled with research. I always wanted to read some more poetry but never had the motivation

NaPo 2024 wooo-hooo! 15 days until April >.>

their purple flowers, a warning to the foolish enough to taste them

breaking up the black are sun patches, on the floor; pieces of morning

out of love with spring, in love with the summer sun, ah! molten ice-cream...

along the thin branch chestnut blossoms; reborn out of this cold weather

Songs that sound hopeful shatter the darkest corners, giggles and laughters

8. "be ready for anything" warned The Magician continuing in her hoarse voice, she added "The World is a predictable fool don't worry; however, The Fool isn't"

7. fear isn't in anyone's vocabulary or… wasn't until, like cold water when you sit in a puddle, seeped into it

6. creating playing cards one at a time is fun until... until there is a full deck that won't accept any more, so it revolts. tonight... tonight they are disturbed