Young Writers Society

We drop our prayers into the mirrored blue and watch them ripple out in arcs across the stars, because here we are never more than inches below gravity, rattling the ...

Frost on a windowpane Delicate as a rose, Cold as a tumbling waterfall Fragile as our impermanent lives. Fireworks on New Years Eve Bright as the eye of a child ...

okay so I know not everyone here watches anime but I did write this for Al. for people that read this and don't get what it means. well long story ...

Incandescence wrote:I once shrugged from his touch, flinchingas his moist breath hit my skin. Few words lingeredin my throat as my bones turned to cinderand his fingertips became as snow ...

I know it. I feel it. I breath it. It never stops gnawing away at me. I shake myself to cast out the demons, but Guilt never leaves; it sticks ...

And with her artists' tool she scribed Her masterpiece of art The curlicues and pirouettes bleeding from her heart With unknown grace The ink seeped out But never too too ...

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Providentially, he was potentially, Enamoured by the glamour Of his near flawless stammer, Till the words he spun changed, substantially. Sneeringly the lies were spat from his tongue, Conjuring long ...

Six cold black statues, Each with small beetle-like eyes. They stare right through My very soul. Why are they frightened? I can see fear in their eyes. Why are they ...

Limp. Breathless. and Lifeless. Pulled through a field, like a toddler with a blanket. Uncared for and beaten Bruises cover her body. The shovel slams, into the dirt he lowers ...

Today I stood at the Gates of Hell. Not in truth, but at an exhibit In a garden In a place where flowers are the grass. How odd to stand ...

Letters never sent, conversations that never happened, events that never had a chance to happen. Don't you love what ifs? Couldn't you live on them alone? FORTUNE'S FOOL She called ...

Twirling we fall into ribbons of midnight gold my head spins but i twist and weave--- anonymity lies in the glittering obscurity of our faces Our rippled reflections will tell ...

Tick tick bang, read the warning signs. The makers of wooden legs also make land mines. The finers they will fine you if you dont pay your fines, while the ...