Young Writers Society

Happy birthday, you dear old sot You arbiter of conning, you father of rot You belong in an asylum (I wonder where I'll find one?) With all the other raving ...

Rhyme rhymes with time And thyme And 'Go out to dine' You can cut down a pine Or say that you're fine Or, rather marvelously, wonderfully divine You can look ...

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a Sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I Breathe a softer sort of darkness

You know what, I'm just going to keep raping the forum with my poetry until I get some input XD FOR EVA, DREAMING I dated a crap poet back in ...

When a friend dies you can't deny the pain, so you explain it all away. It's denial that runs thick in all of us those who love. And come what ...

If Love is Stupid June 28th 1976- Cornwall, England "After nearly sixteen years of life, love and friendship Ayla Enos is being laid to rest," the minister bowed his head ...

So here's my story that I wrote for Creative Writing. It's okay...I hope my next two will be better. This is mostly a characterization story on the early life of ...

Purse your lips against old rolled mary-jane made only from the best imported Columbian black, While you settle back into the sofa of your body and let the wafting smoke ...

I'm still working on it. Twenty miles outside of town, I walk down that winding road. Crossing the borderline, paved in stone. Twisting and turning, reminds me of how life ...

Classes started at 8:30, but Darc couldn't sleep past six. Which was just as well because he promised to meet up with his friend early this morning. He took one ...

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I breathe a softer sort of darkness

Killing emotion That human condition Dragging our consciousness into the dust While logic and reason The clearminded decision Are cast by the wayside to molder and rust

I’m sick of feeling heartbroken when I shouldn’t be when I have no right to be when I haven’t had a girlfriend in two years and I forget what it ...

As the man studied the crimson Rorschach test left on his bathroom wall, he decided that it reminded him of a butterfly in a frog's mouth, or maybe of cat ...

The ashtray was the first thing Kate saw that morning. She stared at it for a while, her body paralysed by tiredness. She had sat up and yawned loudly before ...