Young Writers Society

I'm lying on my bed, Wrapped in too many clothes - I've been exposed, I feel naked. Today, Dreaded Tuesday, Was always meant to be the end. Was it? Well ...

BATTLE The clanging of swords, The beating of drums, The chanting of men, The killing of hopes. The screams of defiance, The screams of hatred, The screams of agony, The ...

The topic for the competition is "a building." I'm doing this through my school but I thought I'd let you rip this apart before my teachers, because I'm generally quite ...

This is in the same vein as my other poem, Gaol, though hopefully this one will get more feedback! I'm not sure it's as strong as the other, but there ...

Here’s for all those times I wish I never gave a damn! I wish I never cared Because you’re not worth a second chance You left me alone You didn’t ...

Lord, let it rain. Let it rain upon my tearful face So both our tears can slide together And become one.

"Dead Cat's Dead" We used to think that the buffet table was free and that whatever we desired from it was meant to be ours. I used to think that ...

Wide and Quaking Blue Mention something In painless prose To remind me who she’s wandering away from Lanking gloriously at half-assed fancy cocktail parties With a martini in one hand ...

It’s stings at the insides of my nose Coarse, stagnant scent Desert(ion) of red A place in half-empty overturned glass My world is crimsom tinted Alight and on fire A ...

How was I to know That today was to be my final day? That my hours were limited, Torn from me as a thief Would steal a wallet. I thought ...

Or Ана Карениња would be (i think) in its original form. This masterpiece was written by Tolstoy (spell check) somewhere in the begini

I just wrote this a second ago. I was in a melancholy mood... Any comments? AT THE WINDOW I sit and glance as the seasons pass, At the window. I ...

I'm a guy who likes his fiction thoughtful, and fantasy just ain't there too often when it comes down to it; give your characters a sword, staff and an undefeatable ...

I This is the diary of I, a girl whose name is whatever you want it to be. Names are an impermanent label in this line of business; you are ...

-force be with you Padawan- the one armed Yoda hangs from the table chained to my keys his eyes closed (shut tight) in thought his head twists side to side ...