Young Writers Society

Ok, this is kindof a random short story, I wrote it when I was back at school and have improved it slightly now but it's still kinda weird and a ...

Wait a sec - was this it? I drift away through honey There is music in my ears Smiles plastered on a heart That used to wear my tears I’m ...

Note: This story may contain inappropiate language for children under the age of 13. Parental supervision is suggested! - Nate This story is an assignment. it was given to me ...

Nervous and tense outside.But inside there is peace,An oasis of hope for a thirsty soul.Like a butterfly suspended on a petal.Outside, eyes pricked for any sign of danger.But inside, peaceful ...

You. You planted the ember of white-hot anger inside me. You fanned it to life, Feeding it with an almost imperceptible breeze. Slowly, the fire grew. Now it is a ...

I drifted deeper and deeper into my soul. Folds of it swept over me, Rocking me softly to sleep. As I loitered on the edge of consciousness, I thought I ...

I was experimenting with structure here, and the result was something very...odd. Unfortunately the forum wont let me post it like it's intended to be written - it reads better ...

I wrote this at midnight last night, after one of those thoughts that sometimes resolves itself into a poem around the witching hour. Its not brilliant, but I like the ...

No One Is a nobody But not everyone Is a somebody. And I dedicate this poem, For the ones who killed, At Columbine High School.

November 11, 2004-- Dear E, Ah, my mind is racing. Split. Confused and yet certain of this one thing. I feel like just rubbing up against something, rubbing off this ...

Has anyone read any books by Terry Pratchet? He's written lots. I've read some. I thought they were funny and intertaining. What do other people think?

how can you love someone who yields so easily to the crush of your body pushing her backwards, posing her into seductive shapes on your dirty sheets. who submitted, so ...

She thought I had been perfect, that I had been wonderful. She wanted to be just like me. But she forgot how it ended. I was Junior Miss America. I'd ...

First off, I wasn't exactly sure where to put here it is. I don't like to title things, so this'll probably end up without one. One more thing, if you're ...

It all started when I first saw the traveling merchants. I was 5 years old, and Sabrina's mother had agreed to let me come with them. I skipped from booth ...