Young Writers Society

Silver circles black, breaks the skin, Hangs low against the neck and cheek Of someone else's problem As she sits in her sphere, the blue room With the open window ...

This really impressed me, Brad. Very good job; the imagery captured my attention well. Mmm... the unicorn line in the second stanza seems a little on the cheesy/cliche end, though... ...

“If he was like, three inches taller, he could rest his chin in her cleavage.” Clara said while we watch a couple getting up to leave the diner. We are ...

For one of the few times in his two hundred year life, Ali he did not know what to do. He sprawled on his throne, one leg over the arm ...

"So here you are again?" Pretty slow thing to say to someone you've been waiting around for for eleven years. Pretty lame. But I said it. And I don't regret ...

clacking breaking glass dead workbooks old people playing boules saint denis with his head in his hands literally brown plastic cup of hot chocolat salami baguette giving the pickles to ...

Sam lay on the bed. It was well past one in the morning. His only source of light bled from the tiny panes in the window, causing the shadows to ...

*smiles in a kind of scared way* this is one of my cheesy rhyming poems that just came to me, so...try not to be incredibly harsh. The sky is falling ...

A Kneeling Wall Semi-permeable and promising, the view from inside is a bad habit. An August Notion produced by centrifuge, scattered about the necessary. Graffiti is a protest to itself. ...

I had to post something...this is FAR from final...tell me what you think. At dusk, I wander alone to the edge of the commons, my mind gently meandering and a ...

Originally I had a title for this, but I hate it now...any ideas? Kayle Young stood by the panelled windows and stared unemotionally into the narrow garden enveloping in front ...

Very nice written... Good images, very well thought. yeah, who rearranges the puzzle so that it is pretty again when make-up designers and costume directors aren’t there to fix what ...

DEPRESSED I am always depressed and caught Up with my family and parents, They fight alot. It kills me just to realize How depressed i am inside My mum and ...

If only I could find the words to say, If only I could turn back time, Sittin here missin you wishin you were mine, I wanted to tell you… I ...

A steel mist filled the streets of Moscow in heavy swirls while a light snow was slowly beginning to fall on the moist pavement. The sky was an ominous gray ...