Young Writers Society

Procrastinating...

I was born in a humble sack, to my loving parents Pepe and Pepe. Then I grew up, and wished for Santa to make me everyone's mom.

Horses, language and art!

Student and horse rider

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -
— Emily Dickinson