Young Writers Society

When I climbled the mountain that morning, it was cool, the mist hung in the air over the tiny coves and crevices that had assisted me up. The sun had ...

When I was little I used to think the clouds were big balls of cotton wool that god put in the sky. I thought that rain was God’s tears. I ...

I think I’ve given a part of myself away today. I think I’ve sold my (what-ever) soul. I think that I am very sensitive right now. You know this. My ...

my favorite has been forgotten and been gone a long time heard only by people who weaze and breath only fine wine sticks of burning light high up in the ...

The black rose and I made up this fun little pieceof work. Sorrow, depressed, lifeless, and fearful Why? The hatred... Hatred? Those memories... Memories? Past, horrible thoughts lingering Untimely de

i've never seen a baby photo of you. it may seem crazy but your mum never got out the old, dusty maroon album and sat me down on the couch ...

Author's Note: Mainly what I'm curious about here is, are their reactions realistic, and are the characters fairly consistent? Thanks guys! ~~ Michelle rushed into the hospital, a middle-aged woman ...

Removed.

At the crack of dawn the fog came down and gave the earth a gossamer gown. Like angels hair it filled the air, the trees were an evergreen comb. It ...

All these chapters are pretty short except for a couple. So, it's not a lot to read or critique but whatever you can find I'll be happy to hear. Well, ...

Hehe...I wrote this a couple of years ago for my 6th grade science class. We were supposed to write a story about how science happens in the world, as opposed ...

Rude poem alert!! Old king Cole was a very old soul And a very old soul was he He called for the light In the middle of the night To ...

so i stare at tigerskin again and feel the complete, woven silence that warms my bare shoulders with its fingertips, reborn from banging glitter and punching voices. it was air-conditioning ...

Sorry I am not going to put anymore poems on this site.

No Exit Discothèque Series The noise the sirens made bellowed off his ears, but Soren Plackerd remained calm as the proverbial cucumber in the sandwich he should at that moment ...