Young Writers Society

PUNKY’S DILEMMA Screaming, blue bloody murder into the phone, just one more time but I’m on fire tonight, I’m on a roll. We’ll see how many hearts I can break, ...

Spill Spill all your insides onto my floor You said that you would tell me So why are you not speaking? Why look at me like that When you know ...

I close my eyes all i see is your face I notice your pain yet you show so much grace I think of you and what I could do to ...

I like the start I got on this, but it could use some work and I'm kind of please let me know what you think. Oh, and I hate the ...

This one kind of - I dont know. Crystallized. It needs work (I think). But it means something to me, so...yeah. every shell can hear the sound of the sea. ...

I'm the guy whose always standing out, I'm the guy you just can't figure out, I'm the whose heart feels all the tension, I'm the guy who wants your attention, ...

Please post, to critique or whatever, I have been thinking of writing this story for a long time. Just to tell you there is already a published spoof novel of ...

Fly like an eagle,swim like a fish Take me on your journey, so I can leave this rubbish Take me to the rainbows, take me to the butterflies Take me ...

Unexpected, there you were infront of me Unexpected, we crossed eachothers ways, just in time to see Unexpected, it all had happened so fast I just wish I could make ...

I was watching the Dirty Little Secret music video by All American Rejects. In the music video they hold up signs telling peoples dirty little secrets. One of them read ...

I watched dirt roads wrap themselves around the world and then around your fingers, hoping it would teach you a lesson or two about leaving your life in the hands ...

Do you like your home sweet home? You’re living in the corner of my eye. Planting poison and spreading lies. While one is beautifully moving, the other painfully shy. And ...

Schizm I. Plunging through the nebulae, under the veil of a black dust cloud for infinities that wrist-devices measure, stares a lonely asteroid: Me. The Darkest Hour. Has it always ...

Happy Birthday Brad! I liked this, it was honestly a very beautiful piece. You never sieze to amaze me.

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