Young Writers Society

I screamed a mouse's ferocity Tongues lapping in the distance They don't hear me Ears plugged with judgment How will I leave this mess? No strength for convention None for ...

“There is no need to see the whole staircase in order to take the first step, a simple pace created by one step delivers quicker paces leading to the others” ...

These liquid skies, Surround me with pearly light, Silent, but for the eternal dance Of stars. Atop the black tower, on a Faraway moon, I await, with heartache in My ...

Elaine Elaine sits on the bottom stair, "I like not having to be anywhere," and as she sits, she stops and stares and nobody, nobody, nobody cares. Elaine sits on ...

“Skin as porcelain? More like rubber, my pet, peeling away as tires do.” And it’s a pale epidermis, borne of moonbeams and blunt objects, both to bleach and beat the ...

Livre OR Summer Reading By Claudette Letters on a page, In between two thick covers of Various colors, glare at me, Reminding me that I must read... Eventually.

This would be the other part I mentioned. I'm not an angry writer and she was feeling emo about men, so this was what I came up, through empathising lol. ...

*dances into poetry section* Wee. I haven't been back here since my last slaughtering lol. Recently I wrote two bits of it though, for a friend, in less then 10mins ...

and as the ceramics reflect in two meanings, I laugh along i. Oh, how promiscuously has this giant slept. In roadside ditches, with off-pavement glare tattooing his eyelids red, or ...

S ummer - for half the year it sleeps. O nly for winter's time to go L ight coming from her sister's call, S he lies across nature's plains. T ...

The lights flicker, then blaze. Night is pushed away as sounds echo through out the world. The lights brighten and shine, showing every detail. but nothing lasts forever. The lights ...

May I press my fingers firmly on your neck? As your skin rubs off on mine? And my head lays against your hip Supporting The smooth vibrations that surround me ...

It's eight o'clock and frozen waffles spin around the microwave. The girl I will be paid to watch while Mommy's out has in her hands a flashlight. When the lightning ...

This is a carefree piece I wrote. It has no rhyme and is meant to help me practice writing in iambic tetrameter. (four feet of unstressed-stressed). I know it's not ...

What is it that keeps the world together? Is it the fact that we were all born to do one thing and one thing alone? To live life with all ...