Young Writers Society

Close your eyes and brace yourself: Our established way of life deteriorates. Young girls give their soul for spotlight, Give their bodies for attention and misguided infatuation. Nothing is stopping ...

Tasting the air with my tongue. I stood right here when I lost someone. So long ago, but it smells just the same. Wading through depths while I sung. Hoping ...

Major work needs to be done. I also have an account on YWU so I didn't plagarize it, I'm the same person...just to let you know. Feel free to rip ...

your the stranger in my life yet your the person whom i like i haven't even saw you but still my heart falls for you either your nice or awful ...

I will be fine as long as you need me; Fighting against the ones who deceived me, My brightest star flashing across the eye Dost thou wander the streets alone? ...

Not Again! On the eve of July, while the crickets were singing, Uncle Harvey died. He left in the wee hours of morning, never opening his eyes leaving Aunt Olive ...

I lay on the table, Eyes locked on the ceiling; I counted down the seconds In my mind— Each moment that passed, They just wouldn’t last; This room wasn’t giving ...

Our lives are an inferno of choices, Burning hot with passion and hate. Not to say that life is black and white, But when you look, can you see more? ...

A writers dreams, are like a crazy persons thoughts or maybe his thoughts, are just what that crazy person does whatever the case, his art sets him free, he opens ...

The brisk morning breeze crept through the cracked window, but found the abode empty. The old man, alas, was not home. Wherer was he? The now curious breeze, shuffled through ...

A Love Amongst the Spheres Delivers The Mountain and The Meteor (pt.1 Romancing Planets) Out in the endless sea of stars and ether lived the spheres Like us, they were ...

The first sentiences crawled through a void. creatio ex nihilio. They looked for eachother, but there was no light. They listened for eachother, but there was no sound. But they ...

When the world melts away Like the clouds with their rain From the frozen white To the thawed crisp green You see something more But wait! Hear the melodies merge ...

I have many owners— Most are young, few are old, And the scary thing is: They all have the same goal They push me around, And cause me great stress ...

The Monotone Dagger : Real~Talk slice .1 child of the dagger In a world, where the oblivious were the norm, ignorance in itself was its own protection from being seen ...