Young Writers Society

An Ode To Squirrels Wunce I warse a-walking Down a cleanly path I sawr a little squirrel Larffing at me laffs. He warse a kindly fellow A nicely little gent ...

Summary: For 23 years Sara's past has been steadily pushed behind her. But a phone call from an old friend sends her reeling. She's been accused of her father's murder ...

This could definitely use some work. It’s something I’ve thought of doing for a year, but haven’t tried until tonight. Some of the rhythm is a little bit off—it needs ...

Clouds are dusty, not cold, not warm. Appearing at night, shivering, stuttering, spreading their red. Once clouds were settled, once clouds stood still. Today they are clever, for what spreads ...

Short, for/inspired by Fantasy Fool's Writing Challenge. Something of a character sketch. Vindictive, murmured the captain, pressed with wilting weariness against tiller, swaying. Along the shore voic

These rhymed: You gave me a snowglobe, said "watch the snow"; I held it close, but I once let it go. So I let it fall slowly, let it tumble ...

This song is how i feel right now it probably rubbish. Attack me with harsh critque if you feel. Elizabeth i still love you it just i had to do ...

Take me home Mother, take me home. Take me home to the land I was born to the land I call hom Take me home. Father, take me home. Take ...

I crept along the corridor in the shadows. I had every part of me covered but my eyes. The door was open. A soft glow came from the fire place ...

Tony. Everyday he does his absolute best to do everything in his power to do whatever the heck he wants. What can be said about such a great man? These ...

we need a Horror Forum. This is the first part of a little thing i thought up. Second part coming soon. I hope. The Truth About Furby Pt. 1 “Debbie. ...

Well, this started out as a poem for the poetry contest for the 'Grande Re-Opening!', but when it was finished, I noticed I was some 56 lines over the limit! ...

*Chapter 2 Continued and End* Despite his mastermind and his lack of conscience he began to think of what he had just done. He couldn’t help but realize that as ...

Tinder and ash. On top of shoes, it slides and whisks off into the corridor-darkness. Fallen masters march these labyrinth halls, hands pocketed, hollow mirth. Outside the window, we all ...

If you could sprout wingsAnd fly away,As free as a bird,Over the mountains,Would you?If you could soar over a lake,Up to the trees,Dance with the clouds,Would you?If you could laugh ...