Young Writers Society

I have always been a great fan of the Darren Shan books. So I will give you a little intro on what the book is about... And you might be ...

-(13+ for a word or two. I forget where I am.)-Your eyes are on a boxpupils are vaccuumsI'm watching you gorgeon goreon fantasyon medical loreSunlight is a causefor cancera man ...

Road Trip Road out before me, Hand out the window, Sitting beside you, I’m not the driver, Thoughts on other things, Not this long stretch of flattened land. Just came ...

Sometimes I hate These feelings inside It feels like Something is burning Coming from Nowhere I know But maybe I can stop it but how I wish these Feelings would ...

I walk at night. Two people walk with me, not quite friends as much as kindred spirits. We hurry through streetlights and linger in the darkness between as we revel ...

i don't know about you, but i couldn't care less about sweating at night in archaic houses with a waterbug problem. we don't need air conditioning, just watch, we'll show ...

It’s a sad commentary when you’re approached by a seven year old at the skating rink asking you, “You don’t have any friends, do you?” I felt like strangling her. ...

Die. Why is that word Only one little word Such a beautiful song? Why do I relish in its Sound? Taste? Caress? The shiver in the air As it leaves ...

Life By Misty Lynn Ellingburg Life-seems like Somewhere to be without being As though inside a portrait Watching without seeing As though locked inside myself Touching without feeling Something lacking ...

Its raining, the rain drops are falling like crystals, Evna and Luke are sitting on the wall near their school Evna: The rain may fall like the tears on our ...

This is my first song that i wrote on a postcard. Please crit so as i can learn from it Staring up at the blue sky, Nothing on of my ...

A Life Unwritten My name’s Anna, I normally hung around with my two best mates – Janet and Suzie. I had decided to use my life to save other people ...

Death checks her watch with hollow eyes (blackened pits) things having been buried inside (bones). Green becomes black, day grows old. Fire feathers flutter to the ground. Ashes enfold. O ...

Sure, it's lyric poetry, why not? ----- People oft grow together slowly, As trees reach across an old stone wall, Entangling roots and crossing slender branches Till one can barely ...

Possession personally, I know I've never seen a bigger silence than the one that stretches out between us (deeper than a universe)– but did you really think that wrapping yourself ...