Young Writers Society

She was a Broadway queen, beaten and left out in the snow. A child of fairgrounds and whistles. I was a convert of what I should not know, Going all ...

I care enough to call, every night. Without fail. Life or death. Nearly gone, on the sidewalk, blood making a beautiful puddle at my elbow, And still dialing, to hear ...

The Tantrum Of May I had a little sister called May, She would cry for the whole day. Once her puppy laughed, She tore it in half, And never stopped ...

By Angel V. As I go through the maze

I know what it's like, to be a teenager, my love. I've been there too; I'm not that old. I was caught for firsts, which were soon, my lasts. Been ...

This came from something Aet Lindling said in the chat - I noticed her say "I once found a man named Oink", and I said it sounded like the started ...

It’s okay to walk through the car park in impending dark. Lampposts and fog make sky look pink Like toilet paper - soft, I think. Ignore everyone, walk brisk to ...

Movement in darkness I slip out from beneath sordid sheets The eyes of my tempter follow my body Agate green and offering I make my movements slow and sensual To ...

[pre]I crept to the room slowly, a hesitant shadow, his arms outstretched, beckoning, a bloody indication, silent save the occasional gulp, eyes wide with shock. I moved toward him calmly, ...

Silence falls like a shroud of silk, Over the battlefield of snow and blood. The bodies of men wounded and dead, Lie together indiscriminately, Red and gold and blue and ...

I wrote this a few years back for my language class when we were talking about WWII ---------------- Schorching fire Burning flames The pheonix screeches A trill of pain Silence, ...

He paces his quarters, One hand on his belt. The other, beside him, Gloved in fine lion's pelt. The firelight warms him, Though not to the core. He sobs with ...

I wear a smile So you can't see The pain in my heart The real me I hide in my room To escape the pain But there is no hiding ...

I'm not really sure if this is the right place for this but... This is something I wrote a few years ago, originally it was a short song, It's not ...

The One Who Walked Alone A boy walks the halls, seeming alone, traveling by himself, this is what others see. As they pass him by; they see a person, who ...