Young Writers
J
The thing about me, is that my words are deadly, and you don’t even know it. I can spill you out on a page, reveal your secrets with the push of a...
- Read more about J
- 6 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 1647 reads
Recognition
To realise her as a great woman is not enough, Because realisation and recognition are two different terms to me. As when you recognise her as a...
- Read more about Recognition
- Log in to post comments
- 341 reads
I am a parrot
I am a parrot, bold and colorful. I am a parrot, shouting out my uniqueness. I am a parrot, with each feather showing a different story. Blue...
- Read more about I am a parrot
- 6 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 5246 reads
Feelings
Feelings that are hurt and feelings that are sad twist and turn like a tornado that wreaks havoc on a soul. Confusion strikes the weakest points in...
- Read more about Feelings
- 2 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 747 reads
Lone Passenger
On a bus I start, I don’t know how far I have to go I don’t know what is my destiny is, And then I found I have to go so far Where no one trying to...
- Read more about Lone Passenger
- Log in to post comments
- 537 reads
Hard To Say Hello
A story of young love and heartbreak.
- Read more about Hard To Say Hello
- 8 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 1984 reads
Leftover love
You can give countless love to someone, yet they will leave you. In so many ways. Their lives can be short that you can't do anything. Their lives...
- Read more about Leftover love
- 1 comment
- Log in to post comments
- 498 reads
Tell me how:
Let me ask you this. How did you do it? How did you leave somebody you love like that? How could you treat another human being like that? How could...
- Read more about Tell me how:
- 2 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 761 reads
Drive to a new town
As we drove, my body was pierced by my mind's excitement and anxiousness. The drive was only ten minutes, but I have never been filled with so much...
- Read more about Drive to a new town
- 4 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 1134 reads
Eliza
She was the ocean. Blue waves lapping against a face of sand, freckles like sea shells, driftwood brows. He was the beach. He was the seaweed...
- Read more about Eliza
- 6 comments
- Log in to post comments
- 3140 reads