Young Writers Society

the clouds were bleeding acid rain and they sprayed graffiti with messages of love the walls were illuminated in the moonlight and they recycled broken hearts for the poor with ...

Pretty darn me it felt like a trip of self-realisation well-portrayed, without getting stuck in long words.

I posted this way back when I first joined and thanks to some very much need help from Snoink I edited the first chapter...and here it is, tell me how ...

*What is the name? Finola pressed. Tell him, the wolf rides towards his town, he will know who. Now go child, he is not that far ahead of you!* Continued... ...

Hey, Morgan, I don't know if you even remember this, it was a couple days before my birthday.... Third Place in TYWC Poetry Contest... hehe. If you're mad that I ...

Maybe I'm better at fantasy rather than realistic fiction... I dunno. By the way, the poem thing he says is garbage, I'm working on somethin better right now Please critique ...

Your face. It used to be flushed and pink. It used to mimic with pure joy. Your cold now - from the rubbery Gray skin on your palms, to the ...

I don't have the music for the whole song but I'm working on it. verse 1 C Am Em G look at me now Am C Em G do you ...

Verse 1 What is peace What is kind Do we have a clue at all What is right What is true Do we even know at all Do we know ...

Capo 1st Fret Standard Tuning (EADGBE) Intro Am C G D(2X) Verse One Em C G Darker tone, Lighter eyes Em C G Different style, Different life Pre Chorus Am ...

I wrote this when I was ten. I hope you enjoy it! Piggy's Restaurant The place that hogs go wild for! At Piggy's Restaurant we only make our slop out ...

Enjoy. Poetica Only one breath to take in the lights, we found what no one else ever wanted. Alive and well and nearly there, this reminds me of a saying ...

I hate poetry! It throttles the soul of writing And forces the words to come out Then it warps them further till they’re Twisted hopelessly beyond help. I hate poetry! ...

(No preamble. Here's my sonnet) Are you sorry for everything you said, And all the things you forgot to say too, When everything got so complicated, And you said I ...

a short little writing exercise... Solo Qui(Only Here) The man on your right shoulder bares his wings widely and calls himself your Gabriel (Him), all ethereal and white, basking in ...