Young Writers Society

Verse One your heart's an achor so afraid to leave your heart is anger so afraid of defeat atomic number 50 never burns out obligation is your number one doubt ...

Chapter Five “What the hell was that, Max?” Jonas growled at the air in front of him. Landon, who had just yanked the curtains shut, looked tense by the window. ...

I'm a seascape you painted Look closely, amid the blues and greens You'll see a part of your soul, lost in the waves Yet you've put me aside, lost and ...

Not so long ago, Melodie Conly was born, but not only was she born, she also lived quite an interesting life. However, her life is not the issue here. The ...

Once upon a time, fourteen students gathered in the French classroom of Johnsonburg Area High School without the slightest clue of what they were getting themselves into. The idea of ...

Anyone read this?

Readied guns with bayonets, Sky's darkening seam. Fingers ready and all was set. Everyone's eyes a gleam. Rockets flared up and down they ran, Down the hill, and towards the ...

This was done rather quickly, I may continue it I may not. There are quite a bit of mistakes, but try to get past them. I will correct, but I'd ...

Better, but too personal. To the casual observer, many of your images don't connect. Not as charming a tactic as it seems. The seperate phrases and images were nice, they ...

Here's a summary of my day. It's pretty boring but I need to write something. Maybe I should have made it a bit better. Oh well, If you bother to ...

running down cobbled streets, did you see the fading lanterns? knocked and broken in retreat, everyone shut their doors. pounding echoes of vibration, the oxygen was inhaled and all the ...

Ok, here's the deal: tell me what image this poem paints for you. I wrote this based on a picture I saw tonight and I'd like to know if what ...

Its real shame and rather frustrating that nobody really reads the lyrics in the lyrics section..well not really nobody but few people and I think in order for people to ...

“Thomas Manson?” They stood there, cold and rigid, staring at him. “Yeah, that‘s me.” Tom stared back, uncertain. “I’m afraid we have some…unfortunate news.” One of them, the taller

Kind of blew right by me... Very descriptive and had great imagery.