Young Writers Society

She sits by the window,staring at the train Caught up in evil words, just as loud as the steam engine's brain The rain is keeping her anchored to this plain ...

When the sun goes down there is nothing left outside all children come inside their home leave the games they played with no ending. ...

Best friends - dead friends

I didn’t liked him. I didn’t liked him a bit. There was something about this guy, Adam. There is some strange feeling you get about something or someone. They call ...

There's this place I go for lunch most days. Type of joint middle aged woman clap about in low heels with dewlaps bulging over apron strings and blue eyeliner too ...

a sonnet that i wrote, comparing my time management skills, or lack there of with that of a birds.

I appear in a field. "She" is beside me. We put our heads close together. I have never seen her before, but I know that She is mine, and I ...

I was not a Christen, and hence I did not celebrate Christmas; but there was something about the month of December that I did like. You could always grab something ...

Lune I face up high and see the sky where all is great and all is grand While looking up I hear a yell, a shout, a tramper from behind ...

Suppose you’re trapped. And all you feel is the warm exhalation of your own breath colliding with the translucent glass centimeters away from your pale, innocent face. Your palms ...

Trishta Sky woke to her dad screaming. She sighed "Why?" and got up out of bed. She did not know what her dad was screaming about this time, but as ...

It's the end of what I know and the venture unto the black that lies as unknown to me. It's come my time to die. I know this for ...

When she sat down across from him, he watched how her blue-sky dress wrinkled and twisted, but he never saw the finger that she was missing. He sat with a ...

THE ISLANDER That moment in a man’s life when he wakes and feels like that which has been abandoned by a lake, you turn around and everywhere seems a vacuum, ...

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