Young Writers Society

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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

friday night was just like that wet night, our last in paris. i hung onto Simon's arm, half-heartedly walking next to him under his umbrella, when the rain was flying ...

I had the dream again… I got out of bed. There were blood and tears on the pillow again. I knew that I probably looked horrible, so I got up ...

Here's my story: It was happening again...the dream... I remember, it was a dark day, the darkest anyone had seen in a while. It was unusual even for this place. ...

Hell [was] carved into her head bloody red and puffing but her dappled smile reminded me otherwise of her innocence and [her] grossly unaimed fault of sugarapologies words are just ...

how many times do you need to make me think i'mclose before you blow___me away again i keep playing with words and scrunched up pieces of paper but you've never ...

blood spreads across the linoleum and i fight to find tears the stains in the satin are showing in your face. your closed-eyes say, "it is finised." i loved you ...

- I'm still working on this thing, but i wanted to test this part. I'm don't really know much about the interrogating part, so i wanted to know if it ...

OK I have a story plot, well partly, and I just need to know if it's worth writing. And if it is a few things (that you can either help ...

Records line the beige and orange walls Volkswagons are only trendy When you paint them in daisies. I don't really know the girl with the beads dangling from the ceiling ...

I wrote this for a writing competition. It's set in the year 2030 and narrated from a 65 year old point of view. My first try at writing this sort ...

This is just an early morning ramble whist trying to get my brain to write something good... apparently i dont' think it worked... anyway enjoy. i'm wondering what would it ...

You've been cross-dressing again, dear sidestreet, And I've been staring at you for so long, while the noise Of the seven jazz quartets (almost six cellos in all) Has been ...

Haven't finished it yet, but I'm half way through and I already feel it's been worth the read. I'll re-post about it when I'm finished, just wondering if anyone else ...