Young Writers Society

Standing out in the rain. Look up to the sky. Rain falls onto my face. Blood dripping off my hands. Mix with the water. Tears pour down my face. I'm ...

Around midnight we shut off the lights and left our fetal pigs to chill. We found an all night diner that smelled of formaldehyde and biscuits baking. I ordered coffee ...

Limp. Breathless. and Lifeless. Pulled through a field, like a toddler with a blanket. Uncared for and beaten Bruises cover her body. The shovel drives into the ground below the ...

The skitter of the needle on the record, and I can see you eyes - sick, wolflike - twitching in seas of grays, a quality of consciousness as clear as ...

You open the door, yeah it's her. lying there on the floor. Do you know why? Because you hit her for the last time today. She said it was over, ...

Static, your voice smudges, sound waves connecting us, quavering like a rubber band stretched between two whitened fingers, the pressure will snap. Now I realize why I loved you. We ...

For ever I would murder my temple, leave it pining in a polluted field that reeks of my red vodka vomit. I could love you more than that, for ever, ...

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I. When in subtle mass I weighed, Latent boughs kicked fleshy drum. Falling circumstances staid The appetite for love and thumb. Patience swaddled in the moons Through clouds about my ...

Was it Worth It? with every beat i wince from the pain tears cant describe the unimaginable sorrow to sit and stare at the girl of your dreams but thats ...

he fell down she offered a hand he hit the ground she helped him stand she asked if he was ok all he did was shrug she knew he wasnt ...

Should I? it gives us a view of what's out there but no one knows untill they venture beyond beyong its wooden panes and plates of glass there is a ...

The sweat upon my skin crusts like blood tonight, as your guitar picks itself within the ribs of my head. Love, they may taunt me, but it is less than ...

I long to catch a greyhound, spotted with a silver diet drink and sharp toes cutting her path down these city streets. I want to teach her my name, sandwich ...

The living martyrs of our craft, we unhinge stars, peel leaf after stunned leaf from our ripened minds. We have seen what others failed to see: that which lies somewhere ...