Young Writers Society

Idle Hands by Narsimha Chintaluri (please leave comments after reading) As the sun dimmed, I sat on the stoop in front of my apartment building in the city, a rustic ...

Traveler Nehemiah Rong. A journey begins, Begun journey to sojourn, Unaccomplished journey to traverse, To the lands not visited. The lands seen to recount, Forlorn and cheerful stories, ...

she dances like a raindrop, collapses on the ground, and all of her bones shatter,

All that I see of you is a waste, (Of your hands cupping empty air) Because you aren’t a pile of warm flesh, The dirt and the grimacing smile And ...

There's someone coming through the back door I can sense their very presence With all of the forces of nature pressed Up against my will There's a devil They've got ...

You convince them Their lifestyle is fine When we can both see They’re hurting themselves. Of course you know, This means war. Cheap reflections, Facets of you, Twisted shadows ...

~the other side of the glass~ ...

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Sonnet comparing a leaf to I

A riveting tale of a young girl, finding freedom is ridding herself of human ties and becoming one with nature.

The Angel Sacrifice Prologue: The subtle glow of a single candle lit the room. Black drapes hung across the walls, concealing the door and enclosing the occupants. Bottles of ...

Born to life, we take to living Like tradesmen lacking needed skill Faced with tasks that want completing Armed with little more than will. By Infant steps, we learn our ...

A metamorphosis: the pale blue sky slowly emerges gently crawling out of her dark black bed. The air is soft and eerie wandering aimlessly through the lonely earth. ...

I was spending a bit of time thinking about God and religion. Would love it if you could review it! Confusion sweeps through my mind I try to act not ...

The willow, willow, the willow tree It's leaves, leaves are staring at me The wind blowing softly, a gentle breeze Every tree swaying with ever so ease Quiet whispers startle ...