Young Writers Society

1. I'd never really known you before. I mean, you were the girl with the hacking laugh that annoyed the ...

there once was a mongolian barbecue where two old ladies sat in their rocking chairs to drink steam tea every ...

flood, selfish thoughts and wishes, just a flash of name gives desire. attach perverted thoughts for such a small infatuation. ...

This isnt a piece of poetry or story in desperate need of some advice what would any of you who ...

I feel so...teenagerish. So very very teenagerish. Urgh. I hate it when i feel like that. But, here it is. ...

...sometimes I really do think I hate you. Beautiful. Lovely. Deep. Meaningful. Only problem is with the second stanza, did ...

The blade cuts through her skin, Like glass shattering on rock, Finding it’s too hard, She can’t stop, Wrist so ...

Hey I'm thinking about maybe starting a story about a ghost in a you think that it would fit in ...

To The Sound Of Tuesday The twilight forced itself on the surroundings, and paper was the resistance. Lighting a fire ...

Tell-y tell-y tell-ephone! See the tell-evision on. Tune the tell-emarketer And make 'im tell all. Tell-y tell-y tell-y tell-y telly ...

On War Words are alive. Their meanings freely change, depending on what the person wants to say and how he ...

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i frown as the purple late-night sky moves above, my tongue moves along the roof of my mouth, as through ...

will dirty hands pretend nothing had happened?under whose banner shall i manifest?by what way shall i decide the atavistic question, ...

My life is complete as long as you are beside me. If ever you were to leave me Id be ...