Young Writers Society

Ann Ross went to the kitchen that evening and began to prepare the meal for that evening the whole time contemplating on what she should wear to Prince Donovan’s party. ...

This was an assignment for Geography ( don't ask) and I was just going to post it. I might decide to split it in half (two parts) because it's 12 ...

Dad If you weren't here for me I wouldn't know I was pretty Or smart Or a good girl Dad, If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be the girl ...

anything to feel something has clouded my mind it's as if i'm not there just a spiritless body it's like a dream where everything seems like reality my eyes are ...

You think your all that, You think your a star, But when it comes to reality, Thats not what you are. You laugh like a hyhena, You look like a ...

I don't know what this should be classified as, so I guessed fantasy fiction Arlen closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as another wave of anxiety washed over her, shaking ...

If you read my blog, you'll kind of get what this is. Damn I hate long distance relationships sometimes. One more night of twitching anticipation, Telling myself that tonight (for ...

That's is just something I really wanna know!! I am an avid fanfic writer...if you go on u'll know me as Psyche2 or im becomingwaturmeanttobe. Thanks!!

Hey...I'm new here. But I thought I'd give this a try and see what people thought. I think this might count as dramatic poetry but...ummm. Anyway here it is: Urge ...

Sam, you are writing this in more like a poem then a story, its mostly just imagry and metaphors not actual story. Try adding more dialouge, remember you need to ...

i was reading oscar wilde on the bus. i got off at the station amidst conventional stares of sunscreen, water bottles and ponytails. i didn't care. i opened oscar wilde ...

You're right. Angsty poetry does get annoying after the zillionth suicide poem.

Anybody read it?

(First poem written in over 3 years. Took less than 10 minutes. No rewriting yet. Please help.) Breath in my ear On the back of my neck Slow, steady, rhythmic ...

NOTE: This poem is sort of just about those who comitted suicide and veterans. But I can't decide on a title. I asked God to start the world over just ...