Young Writers Society

Six cold black statues, Each with small beetle-like eyes. They stare right through My very soul. Why are they frightened? I can see fear in their eyes. Why are they ...

I cough. I wheeze. Suddenly, my lungs feel As if they were Filled with water. My throat feels as if it were a clogged drain. The coughing fit won't stop. ...

Sticky sweat dripping down my face. Neighborhood kids running in a race. Eating ice cream, swimming in the pool, ANYTHING to help stay cool. Hopscotch on the concrete, The hot ...

Grass, what hides underneath your long green locks? Levi, who swings on his stomach, pretending to be Superman. Mushroom, are you an umbrella for insects? Levi, who runs screaming from ...

Down in a valley, a quaint little town is nestled in the hills, as snug as a bird in its nest. The grass on the hills is tainted aqua with ...

When autumn comes, The leaves fall off the trees Like that piece of homework you threw away and “forgot” to show to your parents When the teacher gave it a ...

Plip. Plip. Plip. Plip-plop, plip-plop. Plip-SHWASH! Plop-KACHANG! SHWASH! KA-CHANG! SHWASH! The gleaming metal fountain Turns on in the morning. Starts with a trickle, Like a dove’s coo. Building a

Limp. Breathless. and Lifeless. Pulled through a field, like a toddler with a blanket. Uncared for and beaten Bruises cover her body. The shovel slams, into the dirt he lowers ...

I wrote this the other night outta bordom. ------- broken thoughts shattered dreams all torn away at the seams no one understands no one cares i feel so alone no ...

Today I stood at the Gates of Hell. Not in truth, but at an exhibit In a garden In a place where flowers are the grass. How odd to stand ...

The violins' notes are sweet and fine, Two short zips, one long whine. Long bow flits across the strings, A melody full of pizzazz and zing. Next, trombone takes center ...

Looking into the mirror, I see Something strange that isn’t me; An attractive face and pretty eyes, A vacant soul that I despise. The person looking back at me Is ...

Letters never sent, conversations that never happened, events that never had a chance to happen. Don't you love what ifs? Couldn't you live on them alone? FORTUNE'S FOOL She called ...

It’s been years but you still linger on me.You’re in my hair, on my lips, and in my smileYou’re tucked away behind my eyes, in my dreams, and in my ...

My internal clock is slowly ticking Time is flying by, but where is it going? Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years Waiting for something, but what? A revolution that ...