Young Writers Society

It's 3:17 as my alarm clock seems to read. This hate has nothing to do with you. I hate myself for everything that I did because everything I did somehow ...

I've been thinking about motherhood a lot lately. Maybe it's because I want to do something better than my own mother. Just once I want to be able to say, ...

Every day that I step into those hallways of that same school with the same smell and the same faces, I feel them watching me. I walk with a slight ...

Life is a fucking joke. Shifting through the sands of time, like eternity can last only one small second in your mind. Flipping through the pages of an old, worn ...

The water is seeping through the walls as I lay on my back, bed sheets beneath me. I don't know how I got on the cold hard floor but I'm ...

Diamonds in the field of green. Drops of dew linger listlessly on each blade of grass. Sitting still on the ground in the middle of the road, staring out into ...

I love you. I always have. You are my world. My existence depends on each breath you take and every smile you show. I don't think I could live without ...

She drew a heart on her sleeve because a star could hold secrets when hearts just bled to tell the truth. I'm not sure if when she says everything will ...

She's hearing voices call her, warn her. She just can't sleep in her bed. She's falling down the stairs, she's tearing out her hair. She's screaming my name in the ...

I'm sitting on the roof of my house with a shotgun and a six pack of beer. The newscaster says, "The enemy is among us" as bombs explode on the ...

Well, in less than 24 hours I'll be roaming the halls of Pennsbury high school once again with a little more confidence in my step and a good outlook on ...

I'm scared shitless. I'm afraid to sleep because of the dreams, and I'm afraid to be awake because all these flashes keep squeezing through and I can't stuff them back ...

Some women decide to hide their identity of being a woman. Some wear men's clothing, some strap their breasts down, some even go as far as wearing a strap on ...

It was a school day once more and the hustle and bustle of teens and pre-teens filled the streets. Some sat on cement ledges talking while others wrestled or threw ...

The morning sun shone through a small frosted window. It cast a perfect rectangle on a small twin sized bed. On this bed under a pile of sheets and blankets ...