Young Writers Society

This came about after talking to my lesbian friend, and I had weird idea that what if a story was written good enough to do with this theme. The Stanzas ...

As the dust settles, they run away,minds in pieces, a world of disarray.I see you watching, proudly,the Corporation roaring loudly.We did it, saved the world, finally.The people, you and me, ...

She went to the beach and she took off her shoes,the salty air stung her nose,the salty sand soothed her feet.She went to the water's edge and she waded in,just ...

The hours pound haunting sounds,I have immersed myself in dark.But now I fear it's growling rounds,I feel it's hand on my heart, Ti's evils moans out to claim my soulNow ...

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The ridged leaves overlapped loosely like the rough scales of some ancient dragon's flank, and rose in slippery slopes of layered triangular shadows on either side of the driveway:and in ...

What Happened?What happened I thought you were my friend.Now you just walk pass menot knowing who I am.You found someone newshe replaces me a little everydaybut you don't know that ...

For some reason, I let you make the food,Which is why we have sandwiches sans butter,And two packets of cheese and onion crisps,And a tub of coleslaw, and a strawberry ...

A/N: Just a little piece I had to do for English. It's based off this picture I found on DeviantArt (I think??? Ha ha, it's been a while). Any suggestions?Beneath ...

I wrote a poem for poem was a sunny dayand new was in the air. A bee to a blossom,a leaf to the wind.I was walking along,no intentions, you could ...

There are three versions to this. The one that's up is what I'd like to be review. My other two are earlier variations (One which EB and Crescent agreed wasn't ...

'Tis the Lone-Star State that I love so,and I'm not one to speak,but this Lone-Star State that I speak ofdoesn't have consistency.'Twas yesterday, I reckon so,that the sun shone down ...

Goblins dancing in the air, singing songs full of despair. Shadows in the dark, as they chant ancient spells long lost. Tribal fires with bright blue flames, smoke rises in ...

In the meadow,The rain falls and never stops,Keeping the grass green and the sun down. The birds stay in their nests,The squirrels in their trees,Never leaving their home to get ...

to love makes one solitary i.It’s three thirty in the morning and he isn’t listening to you, he isn’t -saying anything, closed eyes and still hands. When he does, finally, ...