Young Writers Society

Run through once, look through twice, Keep both your eyes policing. Take your hands into a cloud, make them look like their missing. Wrap your shame in its mask, its ...

Once upon a moonlit night, I sit and stare at the world beyond And dream of magic and dragon's flight And live where beauty is ever donned. When I dream, ...

Atop his steed sat Luxury, A cunning, sharp cut type, Painted lips formed painted smile, His stockings smooth and white. The silk brocade and silver shone, A richness rarely seen, ...

We stood to see what lay beyond the ridge, as if we all thought the world would be abruptly cut off, and whatever went further, just fell into nothing. We ...

Deep within a chest of stone, How lies a heart of gold? To beat the pulsing blood throughout, The cold and dreary bone. There be no veins, No vessels there, ...

Thou shalt not interview thysely... Thou shalt show the entire maneuver... Thou shalt not covet the Jet Sky... Thou shalt compromise thy soundtrack... Thou shalt not wheelie air... Thou shalt ...

-Uber Edit- She’s suspended, forever floating and though her friends are ever gloating, she’s resigned to wait, hovering above the ground. She waits alone and patient, but time has worn ...

Sticky sweat dripping down my face. Neighborhood kids running in a race. Eating ice cream, swimming in the pool, ANYTHING to help stay cool. Hopscotch on the concrete, The hot ...

Down in a valley, a quaint little town is nestled in the hills, as snug as a bird in its nest. The grass on the hills is tainted aqua with ...

Plip. Plip. Plip. Plip-plop, plip-plop. Plip-SHWASH! Plop-KACHANG! SHWASH! KA-CHANG! SHWASH! The gleaming metal fountain Turns on in the morning. Starts with a trickle, Like a dove’s coo. Building a

It’s been years but you still linger on me.You’re in my hair, on my lips, and in my smileYou’re tucked away behind my eyes, in my dreams, and in my ...

We were close when you went away, We held hands, cuddled, and talked. You left me for months, But I tried so hard not to leave you. We talked while ...

I lie there vacantly upon my bed, Eyes still bloodshot, Fogged and bright red. Mahogony frame and curled head board, How can such a place ever have been graced by ...

I saunter up to the deserted bar, order a Stoli vodka and sit down on the stool, a woman is eyeing me from afar. I better try hard to not ...

It was late one fine clear August day, When Pericles ended his hawking foray. His troop of twenty dismounted that day, In front of the pillars where the kings of ...