Young Writers Society

There is no need for you to diminish the simplicity of the matter.

I want chocolate.

I noticed a sudden craving for candy made primarily of cocoa solids, sugar, and milk.

I must go write.

A force is pressuring me to take up my pen.

I really, really need my Jacob's Cream Crackers.

I have a sudden and unexpected craving for crakers of a chesse substance from a particular brand by the name of Jacob's

I want to wrestle.

This violence, oh, how it draws me to it like a fly to honey, though the repercussions, such as that of pain and guilt, of this intense action repulses me as if the sweet substance were only coating vinegar.

I like cartoons.

Animations are the only things which bring smiles to my lips.

Lemons taste better in summer

Spring has ended and the citrus has flavored.

I want breakfast for dinner.

Why don't pancakes come with nightcaps?

Tea tastes like leaves

A little Earl Grey and it's like I'm chewing cud.

Only the good die young.

Only the young die good.

What if christmas was in July?

Forsooth! For what events might pass to see the Lord's birth a festivity in the seventh month?

Give me all your money.

All the bills, all of the time!

You don't make friends with salad

Like, okay, whichever one of these idiots brought a salad to a slumber party is like, never ever getting invited again!

That girl is crazy.

That poor young female appears to be mentally unsound.

I can't find my socks.

No joke, the washing machine steals my socks.

That is too much salt