Young Writers Society

Words play like children in a street- like sacrificial lambs.Spotless as I claim, spotless as you think-nothing more than that.I string them together, pearls on a necklace that winds and ...

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Lights, flashes, and people were crammed into the display area. Berkly stood staring out at his audience with an eerie calmness and detatchment. Mr. Kaisha stood by on the platform ...

Turn up the music,Lose yourself in the sound.Taste the acoustic strings Vibrating through the air,Let your heartbeat fall into turn with the steady bass.Breathe in the rhythm guitar,Breathe out the ...

Her soft, petite hand wraps it’s fragile fingers around mind, and for a few split seconds I simply could not breathe. Sparks like the lights in the trees surrounding clutter ...

I want to sit you down and talk. I want to sit you down and tell you about all the times I have made a fool of myself. I want ...

Just a little pantoum I wrote while sitting in front of my space heater on a snowwy day. I can taste winter in the airWith its bittersweet chills.I can dance ...

Hi, um, I'm not very good at poetry. Not really a poet, me. But sure, I'll give it a go. I need help with, well, everything. Just have a look, ...

My Sister PooPoo is my cousin sister and she lives in Rugby. Her real name is Pooja Menon and in the long list of my siblings she is my favorite ...

FriendsMy friends were going far away from meAnd a long time would pass before their sight I would see.Their faces feigned excitement and happiness,But all our eyes were full of ...

PART. II. GREED Every time when I am visualizing you in my mind the number of sinful images that my head creates becomes enormous. G-ive me a good reason to ...

4. Because Roses are Red, and Violets are Blue: Part 1 [Texas]It was the first day of the semester today. Mama drove me into school in her SUV, the silver ...

3. Flying [Over the Atlantic]It felt amazing. Flying without a parachute. Free-diving. Spiralling. Losing my senses. Free as a bird, soaring on the wind. Yeah I jumped. Yeah it was ...

Sheriff Adam Thompson stepped out of his front porch to find his neighbors, the Flints, huddled around their car, holding hands. Pastor Flint was speaking aloud praying for a safe ...

Hey guys This is the fourth chapter in the story I'm writing, and I hope you enjoy it. I highly appreciate grammar corrections or any tips on improving my plot ...