Young Writers Society

Whispers proclaim The lasting sound, Of treetops swaying Like the ground, Beneath my feet That try to move, Much faster than The beating of, My cold and icy Heart.

There once was a man, a holy man, who traveled to the sea. He beheld its might, its will to fight, and shouted out with glee. But as darkness came, ...

This is a mock epic we did in creative writing. Please critique honestly. Thank you. A pale pen hovered in the air, Tempting it’s bearer with a dare. A dare ...

If you're wondering what I'm talking about, putting it up on my blog directly... Chips The taste of the seaside still on your lips. The crinkling brown bag, That oldest ...

As I sit all alone starring into pure nothingness, the bitter sweet sting of tears burning my inmobile eye, I think of him. The man who made me feel the ...

A breath of wind awakens them, Stirring their silver bodies into motion. Confused, they fly about In the balmy air Reveling in the miracle of their own existence Though why ...

The Glory of Grey - A Set of Themed Tanka: 28 December, 2007 ... (Took a lesson from Cal and tried my hand at not capitalizing, started twitching rather neurotically. ...

Penguins of Antartica Penguin of North Antartica Wanted to see his mama. He packed his bag, rode on a sled And waved goodbye to his friends. Penguin of South Antartica ...

Selfishness in shell fetishes Shells in her fishnets And gets what she wishes She shells and sheds blood for self righteousness Sells self and self stored riches She keeps Selfishness ...

After all the trouble we went through to get the Christmas Tree, it is finally here I put ornaments on one by one hoping that I will feel an emotion, ...

I look down at my shaking hands pale and covered in blood I slide up along the bathroom stall when i look outside the door to the mirror my face ...

The Lone Mountain All alone, yet sturdy and proud Sat a mountain among the cloud. No one had reached the tallest peak; For, it seemed, they were just too weak. ...

Understanding Why can’t you stay, and play with me on the swings Being there when I am hurt and bleeding Saying good morning to me when I wake Spending time ...

With her heart in her mouth, she spoke. Words lined up in her throat like teenagers eager to jump off a bridge. Her tongue flicked and flied, the perfect spring ...

Tall trees rise up, Atop the barren woodland floor. Trees filled with life, Trees filled with death. Green, red and gold, The colour of their leaves, In the shifting moonlight ...