Young Writers Society

I wrote this in five minutes yesterday morning... enjoy...There was an old man from Dundee Who every day swallowed a pea But one day, the cook Who was reading a ...

"What will you do for a ten, baby?C'mon, lay it all out on the bathroom floor." Gripping the lust in my left hand, I slip it under my dress as ...

Yeah, I'm going to tear this apart line by line because I hate you. The spots where ancient bruises used to live catch his furtive glances;spots are catching glances? hm ...

a debutante, a staccato stunt she tripped over a donkey a horrifying face, a bland blunt the ass laughed in mocked affection her embarrassed face, her exposed smile the crowd ...

bohemia island full of nercophiliac bride seekers in a surge of screaming rhapsodies whispering schemes to the dwellers of serene green the hills are alive with zombie villagers they've been ...

It is my aspiration to become a famous celebrity to become a new wave sensation a tragic fad, another facination toiling over nothing in my handsome family making the ugly ...

Bitter wind blows static in my ears, drowning out any whispers rebounding in me since you've left. In the quiet caverns of my life, I find sharpened pencils, tiny gifts ...

You need to stop judging the lives you haven’t lived! How dare you say that love isn’t love, especially when you have never felt it! How can you do this? ...

Hush. Your wishes aren't true. Dry tongue, you lie so fearlessly to the stars so close to bursting, whispering prayers over pennies. But you've drifted from the primrose path to ...

As I stumble onto the stage My shadow walks beside me, without complaint Silent slender feet padding onto the floor Its ankles clinging to my own Wobbly ones, weak from ...

(I just have to keep trying to write) a million lighted pin-pricks on this fortress's bloody facade, blaring a thousand tongues of tarot cards and candy stings that line the ...

I've found that the second hand fell from time to the missing person and that one girl remembering everything about him that made the world pause for anything that could ...

i exist within the feelings that cant be expressed, spoken, utterd, articulated Bbecause of this incessent blundering that comes when youre thoudts are the only thing(s) that makes cents to ...

fingersnap, the crackle of fireworks sound gunshots in the icy air. a thousand electrical currents shift with your unspoken words, too heavy with rot, too light to sink into me. ...

Get your fingers off his fucking dick: Oh, it seems so simple to say when we’re drenched in sweat, stuck to benches and watching the club lights flicker us back ...