Young Writers Society

[Somewhere in the English countryside - 1946] They’d be hitting Birmingham again, thought Alex, peering from his nest of corrugated iron and scorched brick. Once more fire lashed across the ...

She stares across the sea of endless desks. At him. Does he know her? Probably not. Does she know him? Of course. She folds a piece of paper into a ...

Jerry Tomlin came awake slowly. The sunlight sneaking in through the slats of his bedroom window's blinds made golden-white crosscuts vertically down his face, and two ultrabright beams fell right ...

i may not be totally over you but your not here anymore you left with yours and my heart too you left without another from you *CHORUS* you left without ...

get this out of my head get this out of my head you don't need sleep motherfucker i hope this means nothing to you this isn't for you 1 valerie ...

This poem is lovely and melancholy. I love the feel of it, the simple yet beautiful language. This is wonderful: In the shut dark of my eyes, I am the ...

Graham the Fucking Cracker It starts off like this: you’re eleven years old, you’re walking home from school, kind of sulking because you got detention ‘stead of recess. It’s a ...

I was always too smart for my own good; any everyone despised me because of it. Not because I was purely smart, but that I was smart and lazy. On ...

Down the --River flows ---the boat of man ----through rough -----rigid rocks. --trying to mak -e his way to the --ocean deep and b ---lue. chugging slowly --does points creep ...

This was inspired by the Evanescence song of the same name. I suggest you give it a listen, as a companion piece if nothing else. It's not exactly the way ...

In Winnebago land, There ruled a skeleton king With his fleshy, pretty queen. And in the night When the lights were gone, They'd go into their Winnebago And preform unspeakable ...

Sally's shoe: it's red. Or is it blue? That's the argument they say that happened on that day. Jimmy tackled John and Kate yelled at Nate and they were all ...

Sunlight coats the icicles that cling to our gutters. I sigh, knowing they won’t disappear for another six weeks, probably more. The kids across the street learn that, when making ...

Originality By Barbara Takara Gillette It was ten o'clock when I pulled into the driveway to a dark house. Either no one was home or every one was asleep, though ...

Abomination Intoxication Fornication So many words leave abrasions And who am I to say Whether or not it rains And what are we to gain Serendipidy without the happiness Do ...