Young Writers Society

Where do the pictures come from?The ones that paint my skull When I look at a bookThe pages tear outViolentlyThe wind breathes them in And the thin white pages flap ...

I ran across the deserted wasteland of Earth and stopped when I saw Terra holding a helpless armed forces guy up by his shirt. I ran up to him. "Terra! ...

Chapter eightThe door opened reluctantly with a loud creaking sound, as if hundreds of tiny pieces of wood were splintering simultaneously. As I stepped into the room beyond, the tribal ...

Why, why dost thou mock me so??Ye cruel and bastard, fluffing harpystabbing-piercing-purging flowof metaphysical blood; slash lines in Sharpiesearing my mind in alternation with flaying,giving exposit

The bell has rung, and our sneakers squeak.We're dancing in gym, so we all appear meek.None of us know, yet, who we will chooseIt might be a little hard, learning ...

Note - I'm not too sure about the end part of this section!! The room was dark, no light penetrating it’s gloomy recesses as he walked in. Nothing stirred. “You ...

She pulled my leg and pointed to the open pizzarette,“Papa, can we go?”With just those little words, I was in her net.A dangerous place to be,As my wallet was already ...

I sat on the petal of the rose, and stared out at the world beyond me. I wasn't supposed to be here, I knew that. I should have flew right ...

This poem was inspired by this quote:"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybodt else, is to ...

If we can’t get over thisThen it’s not real friendshipThat means your words were bullshitYeah all what came from your lipYou piece of scumbagI can’t believe I believed youYou hid ...

You mean well, but your making it worse.Crushing me with sympathy, is turning this pain into a heart yearns, for a simple no.Don't hang me up high, just to pull ...

He walked into the dry, aged house, and for some reason he had no clue why he was there. The cracked wooden floors were coated with a dust unlike any ...

I stare at my older sister, Lina. Her black tank top's folded up to reveal from her ribs down and it looks disgusting. And I mean like, Jimmy eating a ...

Dear Whoever, Mia signed me up for counseling at the school. She tells me it’s for my own good, and for my mental health, but I think it’s just because ...

Spoiler! : I'm not really sure what type of writing this I thought it would be safe to stick it in the "other" category. I hope you enjoy it! I ...