Young Writers Society

The Fires of My Fury You broke my heart, I

I haven't written for a while so I'm a little rusty. Changed the whole thing if necessary! XD __________________________________________________ I rubbed my eyes, still half-asleep from the long car r

I loved the poem. I'm sorry I can't gramaitcally crit but here are my thoughts and opinions. Anything about soldiers or warfare always seems to grab my attention. It sounds ...

I actually prefer this song to my first, The Unchained Melody. I really should do a fun song next... Fly (Verse 1) I still remember that day When we began ...

Matt seemed anxious. “Sonny you fucking cunt! I haven’t seen you in for ever!” Matt yelled at his former band mate. “I’ve missed you too bitch.” Matt felt his pants ...

It fell off and rolled towards the young man’s foot. As it gently tapped his foot, he bent down and picked it up. She had pulled out the doorknob in ...

I was dying. At least that’s how it felt as I watched Eric pack his bags, carefully folding each shirt or pants into a neat square before placing it- in ...

RAPE.... You took away our friendship, You stole my self-asteem, You hurt me on the inside, But barely left a bruse. I explained it to my parents, My friends and ...

Volleyball had never been her specialty. Here in the town of Lockport, Illinios things were no different. She dove about trying to get good contact on the ball but never ...

[pre]Some are fond of sunshine; am i But i like the rain, too, Falling from the sky For when merry April Trips o'er hill and plain Isn't it delightful. Running ...

SIX “So there I was, sitting on the floor trying to hid the huge cottage cheese stain on the carpet.” Kate put her slender hand over her mouth. “No way. ...

I've been diagnosed with a deadly disease that should kill me pretty soon. My life's not that great anyways. I work at a car dealership. I've only sold 3 cars ...

With the falling of the snow comes silent blanket of white powder that brings a certain joy. Snow flakes land in my hand only to melt away. The free falling ...

hen you lose someone close to you heart and you whole world falls apart you cant carry on but you must be strong cause people depend on you tears fall ...

All these poets and fiction authors ever write about is love. Poems about love are cliché, but then again, poems about how cliché love is, they’re cliché. Could it be ...