Young Writers Society

When I go into a certain state of mind, my mind craves answers...

How to get to know characters.

Different kinds of life. Different kinds of pain. Different kinds of healing, but maybe one most profound.

A short poem about growing up

Getting familiar with things

"She was no longer his to hold or to feel. She was, no longer. She belonged to the white, blanketing the skies."

Chapter 3

this is just the beginning.... more likely the beginning of nothing but ah well :D 1800's England, and something isn't quite as it seems...

I was convinced to post something: My postmodern novel. Sort of long, but it's chopped up in parts so feel free to crit it small parts at a time.

Inspired by John Green's quote from TFiOs, this a poem about the stars in our life.

Inspired by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A boy recalls his early years, and how he dealt with a woman named Mrs. May.

I can???t recall my life without bringing myself to talk about Mrs. May. For those who know her may think me mad, for those who do not will care ...

Jimmy's sitting at a bus stop bench, across the Rayge city park entrence. Bogart was drinking in the park from a little bottle. He stopped for a minute and ...

My family decided to move to another city when I was having real hard teenage years. I turned seventeen and things got very weird. I never cared about my age. ...