Young Writers Society

First piece i've put on here , you guys are all scarily good at writing The first time I heard you speak, your words flew around the long hallways in ...

I open the window. The rain pours down onto my face as I lean out. The smell of the rain permeates my room. A little space in the Fate's tall ...

He's standing on the precipiceWondering how it all came to this.All the events of his young lifeLeading to this point.He stares at his fate and breaths in deep,Feeling a strange ...

A/N -- I might add more to this...expand on the idea. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A youth sits with plastic cup in hand, Its red barrier holds more than is granted. He closes ...

Back To Bed Concept of time has evaporated whilst waiting for The Answer. Has she been caught up? Was this one time too many? It's a life of thrills, ecstasy, ...

Lonely Grey Room I wait in the Grey room every day. Through sickness and headache, Through dizziness and stomach ache. I wait in there every hour, every minute, every day. ...

This is written in my own open verse form. Please, read it aloud slowly and fall into the rhythm. I'm not concerned about punctuation, this piece is a mass of ...

just something i wrote in math, really rough and needs editing The Ethos of the Stars The salty musk of tears, Shaking rasp of breath His broken body The Ethos ...

Dreamful Reality Devoured by darkness My heart races and pounds in my ears I reel my heavy breath in my raw throat. Drenched and numb Screams and screeches all around ...

Four roses grew in the hidden glade, Four roses, tall and bright, With velvet petals all adorned. Surrounded by a shining light. The first rose was purest white, Beautiful as ...

“ It’s a story with dragons and castles, Of knights and a pretty princess. With wizardly magic,” Yet it fell through the seams. What happened to the stories That you ...

Freeze your words And make a promise. Let me savor it, Cherish it, And remember it forever. I’ll hold this against you, Every last word. Even when your promised To ...

A little girl, Standing curious and quiet. Looks nervous but, Confident and patient. Holds her bag tight, Hugs its cold, wet surface. Wondering why, Does she always need to cry? ...

Clouded Gem The embers of my hope cease to glow Radiant colours. Ebony ash asphyxiates any chance of Redemption. Emptiness pulses through numb and lifeless Veins that cringe through out ...

My fingers are blistered from the strings, though the strings seem to smile. I hold the guitar in my arms, with no proper posture, and not caring. My fingers want ...