Young Writers

 

The Real World

My room is in a basement with black walls. No TV or colorful posters on my wall. My bed is across the dryer and washer machine. There's dirty clothes...

INTIMIDATED

I think people are intimidated by me. I don't mean that as them being scared of me. I just think they're intimidated by the way I look, dress, eat,...

Running Late

I'm running late, The clock ticks by, I can hear their voices, He's late they cry. 10 minutes gone, I run out the door, Anyone in my way, Will end up...

Success

Success. Impossible to measure, Based on opinion alone, Success cannot be taught, its something you've known. Success. Can mean being happy, Being...
Cherry

My First Day

My First day, Nerves on my mind, Palms are sweating, Will they be kind. Try my best, That's all I can do. Smile and wave, That will get me through...
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She Did Not Need An Introduction

Her eyes were piercing Unlike so many conventional hues of Blue and Green and Hazel They were brown The plainest color of brown Absent of flecks that...
Cherry

Akamana

By: Joshua Lin My whole world consisted of a series of wooden huts built around the sturdiest, widest, most convoluted tree in the entire of the...

short intro

(Hello, My name is Lucie, im only 13 years old, but i take my writing very seriously, please let me know what you think of my stories.)

A Flower...

A flower. Sprouting yet drowning. Roots cementing her. Covered in darkness, seeking light.

Into Darkness: Chapter 2, Section(s): 1

Deux It’s been decades since I’ve been in Qurituba and not a day goes by that I don’t think back on my lazy days next to the screaming river. I’m old...