Young Writers Society

In cold bloodWe saw them coming, two socials across the park. Intent on vengeance, their mouths spew poisonous accusation's,we are too close to avoid confrontation.Johnny's fear quickly turns into hys

The not disturb the puppet's twisted strings,I fear they keep his serpent soul contained.Please sir, avoid the bad luck that he brings.Here, how about a nightingale that singsSo sweet that ...

plopping down,the single sound,the one that makes the courter cry.the room will drown,their feelings down,the affects of the lie.young girl, so sweet, so innocent,that only nothing had she meant,the o

For knowing we must sufferHow ironic that our knowledge is the source of our struggleIgnorance is blissKnowledge is sufferingThe more I know, the blacker the void becomesThe more I know ...

Hey guys,This is my latest work, needs a lot of editing. Any suggestions?My love now my Fear!Was it real to begin with, the complete emptiness fills its void so vividly, ...

Her pretty dress was read: I'm an Angel! And had a sparkling fairy.Her face was stoic and solemn yet cute, despite the grime and dirt, despite the mudstains.Very cute. Even ...

It feels like we are caught in an endless circleGoing round and round You loved me once Now you love me not I loved you twice Now I love you ...

Sitting in my room Staring at the ceiling Checking my phone every minuteHoping to hear from you soon 10 minutes gone, 20minutes gone No phone call, no text messageInstead of ...

Okay so this is the prophecy from my last year's NaNoWriMo novel. I really don't like it. The flow is bad, the rhyming is forced, and the ending is weird. ...

The wind played with her wound-up hairand worried it, and wove a snarewith the soft strands-- so fine and fair--which she had bound up with such care:tormenting it, like tourists ...

Unca Steve gave me dollieslast night.With pretty hair andlittle shoes.He came throughmy window.Tap tap tapHe came in with a tapon my window,and I saw him andsmiled.Silly Unca Steve.I got out ...

People,we often gets blinded by the clouds of our own likes and dislikes. We sometimes fail to see the goodness behind their faces. It causes us to have wrong ideas ...

EquilibriumSwaying , swaying as I write and as I write I bleed.I bleed all over my page and as I bleed it soaks and my words are no longer ideas ...

It amazes me how you looked straight into my eyes, and lied to me.After all that while thinking that you were nothing like the goons I used to date.You filled ...

Inspiration12:30 AM,Locked in with the best of friends:Me, myself and I.* * * * *AcneWhile writing, I pickAt the red bumps on my faceAnd, oh crap, they bleed.* * * ...