Young Writers Society

It’s not cool to be popular anymore – ask anyone: if you’re pretty, you’re a bitch, if you wear make-up, you’re a slut, and don’t get me started on those ...

“Golden Bubbles” By K.J. Hascall 11/17/06 You look so different through the bottom of this empty glass, your head framed by the slick residue of beer and one golden bubble ...

I mock you! Watch me as I laugh! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Your insignificance repulses me! Ugh! You are ugly! Ah! You are dumb! Oh! You are laughable! I poke ...

This is really good, and i love it! I only think that this line: "Start with your cool lips lightly on my collarbone." seem to not really fit werll with ...

A hidden land of constant smiles, Resting within these crumpled walls of paper. Thousands of eyes squinted against the sun Because it never rains here. Sculpted lands of black and ...

A moth in a deathtrap, He flutters in wheels of zeal with the priestess on her knees, in praises raised to what is real and who can feel and what ...

High heels and miniskirts Never were my style. As for eyeshadow and nailpolish I'll put them on once in awhile. But to put them on every school day Would be ...

Into the depths of deciet we venture, Not considering the consequences, The truth is what we desire, what we long for. The lies polute the air in this place, Each ...

[/i] some of your kisses are tender, but those kisses have been; given, received, and delivered to others. I'm not a minority. As I melt into your arms. This kiss... ...

Fire Cinders

I was alone, until your whispers reached me through the wind. I was a lone-wolf, until you gently joined my pack. I never imagined that someone so... special could fill ...

Inside I know she’s bleeding Her bubbliness is just an act I wish I knew how to help her How to save her life from death I know she doesn’t ...

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The jigsaw pieces blaze through his permeable eyes, pierced with glassy soul-stars shoving their way through in bloody tears. He begs me to disentangle his hopes and dreams which come ...

I opened the car door and remembered those times in September when we'd ride out to 722 with Hillsong in the background with the sun still up there was always ...