Young Writers Society

The kid was a stranger...The kind you might find taking a lonely glass of wine late at night to alleviate difficult feelings he was too young to already be dealing with. That could explain why he drove his vehicle off the ridge and entangled it in a tree. Maybe it was the pleading Asian eyes, begging for a word of kindness after tasting the bitterness of the world outside the protection of his home. Maybe it was the soft, almost feminine voice, softened to a mere whisper by the harsh words said to it. Maybe it was the deep bleeding lines on his thighs, the only method he had found to scatter the voices in his head. Whatever it was that guided a proud heart to his defense, the simple request for aid could not be cast aside, forgotten in the back of the mind, or left unnoticed. It demanded that the screaming lies within the victim's mind be silenced with the truth that he had desperately tried to suppress and fantasize away... All beginning with two words: I knew.

I AM SO EXCITED to see all of your progress!! You got this Kaia!! :

YAY great job, Kaia!! Editing can be super tough for me, so I'm proud of you for doing it today! *throws confetti*