Young Writers Society

I wrote this piece as an assignment for my Creative Writing class. The topic was the high school commons [aka the cafeteria] Enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------- Burning fluores

Is nothing just a part of everything, as shadows are to empty light and how blackness is the presense of color? Dark air from the smoldering cigarettes of war burn ...

There is a whisper on the wind, and a thousand dancing fairies touch the sky. For every breathe there is color, and for every color there is life. In the ...

The dawn filters through the smog going up like last night's coffee went down heavy and bitter in the empty stomach. The black cat's paws are clotted with olive-green sludge ...

I really hope this makes sense as it's sort of based on a story I was planning once. I'd like to know how it sounds to people who don't know ...

If the threads in our clothes had ears, what would they hear? Would they hear the lies you told your parents? Would they listen to the slander you spoke to ...

YOUR LITTLE SON This is a letter to my father A letter to my mother, This a letter to my family, A letter to all those Who love me. I ...

Sitting here thinking about you, I here you call my name, as i turn to see who is calling me, I see no one, only your voice is heard. I ...

The valley As I walk to the valley of death… It is a site to behold. For this valley keeps a secret. A secret not known by many. Death lingers ...

He looked across the table, With confusion and with woe. His blue eyes dull like iron, Like the sun they once did glow. I told him that I worried, Let ...

Well my name is Ryan and yes I'm of Irish Descent; hence, the irish user name of Seamus. [Four is my lucky number too] I think I'll post a poem...........[I ...

All is silent in the dark abyss Save for one small speck of shining light Rushing forward with a roiling hiss Like a phoenix in its fiery flight Stars and ...

I'll love you until the day I die, because you showed me, that I can be loved, so i shall stand by you. I'll be with you through the years, ...

A bit different from what I'd usually write, and I thought of it while lying in bed - so it might even seem groggy! ^^ --------------------- I'm scared of the ...

A bit bland i must say, myself, but all the more reason to critic me like hell. When did it embark, this crippled mind, Upon this voyage fantastic, That it ...