Young Writers Society

The entire industry had frozen under twenty feet of spite and ice. I always told you that you were too much for me -- your hands engulfed mine, my tiny ...

one of my few attempts of free verse “Slipping” All feeling leaves my body I’m falling Falling through the sky Falling through the day. My world dissolves I’m alone. There ...

I am my own Granpa Many, many years ago When I was twenty-three I got married to a widow Pretty as could be. This widow had a grow-up daughter With ...

Dirty Job’s Confession That day you were sickly in bed I was crawling within you. I came for you, their time will come While they sit helplessly in stiff-backed chairs ...

I wish this day had come sooner,But the more I wanted this day to come the slower it came.But soon enough it wedding day the whole day was planed out ...

These monsters in my house under the blouse hidden on my floor next to my bed. Reach to get me I know it can't be THere everywhere I can here ...

Silently walking haunting our days never talking It knows our ways Planning our ends So it can be free growing along bends looking so much like me. Putting nightmares in ...

“The Beggar on the Street” Everdark, everywhere, The world first was. Then He came, undid our shame, For that was how it was done. He spun his web; With choices ...

One does not begin to describe loss - the words were never there. It can be told from an army of saltine crackers and music blasting static sorrows into the ...

the shadow calls to her, whispers entice her into the darkness she so longs for. the darkness, her escape from reality. the ever beckoning, ever cold darkness she now knows ...

Dirty Job's Confession That day you were sickly in bed I was seething within you. I came for you, their time will come While they sit helplessly in stiff-backed chairs ...

When the trees are thin and bare, That's when the fox sleeps in her lair Through the branches of the birch, The owl sits upon his perch Outside the blizzard ...

The midpoint of the coldest month - when gardens suffocate. The snowballs plummet fiercely down on chaos they create. I notice everyone I know is digging through the white And ...

Butter thy bread, lather it in Lard, sweeten it with honey and clove. Immerse it in hot oil, and coat it a candy red; bite deep into this apple, and ...

On that slide I lost my second tooth. On that swing, my best friend told me that boogers taste like salty chocolate and made me try some, and over there, ...