Young Writers Society

I feel sleepy, I close my eyes, to see a vision before me rise. Far away in the sky I see golden, sparkling light, Like a piece of magic or ...

The Limbo I'm lost alone without a care Past and present everywhere The future holds no place for me And what I want it cannot be ...

Finally collapsed over the bed well dissolved, well worn in- or worn down if have you. A night sky fittingly lit with apocalyptic flashes from the hell I do not ...

Upon my throat Comes out sticks and stones Blood along them. To a place no one knows Yet still, no one goes. Within the confines of a border They grow ...

I was standing at calvary's hill. It was such a ghastly sight. He was beaten badly. He was gasping and wheezing, when I heard him cry, "Father forgive them ...

The home is open When the mind is open. I can give no wealth to your hands Or words of comfort- But come in, Share what humanity surrounds this fire.

When it became more than a prospect, the creator etched out white stars for the blue sky, warming each piece before placement. And then man became of the land, he ...

Everything is lost When the darkness means the most In that instant when silence being violent And your judgment comes to an end In a world which is no more ...

:D no idea what this is about. xD enjoy. The last word says it's spelled right but it looks funny to me. Oh the woes of being horrible at spelling. ...

I've started fresh with the same story. This peice was a bit of a frankenstein, patched together and adapted and had many flaws. Thanks for the comments below, I will ...

So I got this idea after writing a blog entry xD It's for my little sister, and the older sister instinct I've always had. Enjoy! Oh yeah, the Beatles came ...

fiery, quick-tongued, there’s a demon in your heart, but he’s masked beneath the rolling bass, heavy in your throat as you swallow the sharpest truth: you are dying; you are ...

NOTE: Please help me out with this, I need to write a bunch of short stories on the concept of power. This one I was hoping to convey the power ...

When someone asks how I am I lie. I say that I'm okay or I'm good, but the truth is most of the time I'm not. No one knows that ...

Ventorum de Lux Lumen est sed a obumbrata cras, Pervigilant eam decidet in vacuum aeternum. Vita semel esse desiit. Quod semel est nunc perfudit in dolor. Non aestuare socii et ...