Young Writers Society

everything about me depends on you. this is something that haunts me long into the sleepless nights staring out at ...

There you are, in your red shirt, under the fire-berry sun of summers gone. The pixeled silence of photography mocks ...

Deep underground prospects at the river-crook of my arm, where we buried charcoal with our melted-together clay-pot palms in the ...

Elizabeth released me from the hug she had given me, and I turned toward the man waiting for me, his ...

(b)(i) it won't work right, (/i)(/b) (u) i thought i had it all figured out. (/u) nothing flows the way ...

A thin, wrinkled woman hobbled into Room 45. She settled herself in the vinyl chair beside the bed. The elderly ...

In the Shade of Knowledge The thing about shadows is – That light can only make them stronger, Yeah, the ...

Are you really going to care How you died? After you're dead? It doesn't make sense To worry so much. ...

The bright morning sun came down through the dew-coverd trees, reflecting off every single drop of water. My horse slowly ...

I had to do this for English... a lot of what I write has to do with English (-_0) Don’t ...

Needs alot of work?! Wow that is good! Me really like! You can write better than me... Grr! I love ...

Here I am, losing myself. Pressing into your body, enwtining my legs through yours. We knew this would happen tonight. ...

I watch you. Yes, I know how that sounds. You have an image of me now, don't you? I would. ...

Hope you enjoy and remember some language may not be suitable for little children. ^.^ Valerie is driving home late ...

Here's a silly little poem I wrote a while back. Originally, it was a poem about suicide. However, since those ...