Young Writers Society

Critize freely. This poem is free style. Lol This is the first and last poem I write before I go to Switzerland. After this, I am off the English. This ...

V1. Don't you ever let your hopes fly down Like a bird with only one wing Don't let your dreams ever die out like a candle in the dark... CHORUS: ...

A mother was in her car with her three girls. The first one said, "Mom, why did you name me Lilac?" The mother replied, "Because when you were a baby, ...

He was a tall man, but broad. He was around fifty, so in all natural light, his once gleaming chestnut hair (which was now pulled back into a silk ribbon) ...

formated differently on my computer, it doesn't want to cooperate here. oh well. cheers CL Titian Dew The limey drips of water collect in rusted buckets and echo the passions ...

first two chapters of DoS. It was up here before, but I revised it extensively thanks to ohhewwo and Griffinkeeper. I'd like any critiques or thoughts you have on it. ...

Sometimes you have to scream jut to hear your own thoughts, lifted up in a storm of voices. Scream so that God and the whole world can hear you when ...

This is my first (and more than likely - only) piece of poetry on here... Goin' Nowhere Light above, Fire below, Where d’yah think, I’m gonna go? Pee dot, Ess ...

Chapter One I once thought I knew fantasy. I knew what a necromancer was, I could say all the Harry Potter spells backwards and forwards. I understood the effects of ...

Again with the Peter Pan metaphors. Oh well. Rip it to shreds. I want it fixed. ~~ Lost I wandered once the endless streets Empty eyed and soulless Broken-hearted Missing…something ...

It has it's problems, I want you guys to read it and fix them. This is my first in a loooong while, so go easy...but not too easy! I don't ...

ok, im new, and this is just a current script that i'm workingon, still unedited though, and it gets a bit violent and all at the end, hence the PG ...

The days disappear. Together, they form just about three months. Three months without you. I feel as if it happened a year ago, But also as if I saw you ...

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meandering through the hidden pathways of middle class education and pathetic adolescent emotions and treading upon the forgotten lives and ideas of countless silenced prophets. magenta outlines of bl