Young Writers Society

When I was young, I would stand in front of my bathroom mirror and whisper, as most little girls do, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the prettiest of them ...

AN: So, ahem. I entered a lovely contest hosted by Azila and have finished my entry already. Yeah. The dead-line is June 1st. I may possibly be golden. Anyway, the ...

Plagiarized.

Happy Birthday, my child!You’re now officially a teen.And according to the public,you’re impulsive and obscene.Forgive this stereotypeof your age group as a whole,but you're now a sulky misfitwith

Focus forces to liftfrom the blur your sharp hazeleyes.Infinite, hollow innuendos suspendthe formless fiction oflove.Curves correspond andriftin symmetry, like flowerpedals.Time loses its context and

Isolation nothing newbut normally from a zero-momentum reference frame.The brain is relaxed using only ten percent less eventhan approval ratings of sociopathic politiciansposing via conditioned synap

All I Know of HateChapter TwoEverything truly beautiful is inaccessible. I would very much like to skydive here, to just break the airplane window right now and bend and twist ...

Once a glorious flowerThe red rose withersIts petals fallingLike leaves in autumnOnce a tall proud stemIs now stooped and shriveledGlossy emerald green now brownFragile and limp, clinging to fading li

Hello, I'm a new member here so forgive me if this isn't the correct place to request a critique.I am a computer animation major and I have a thesis with ...

Dark hair swaying like seaweedA Siren sits perched on a rockShrouded in a fine mistShe opens her mouth to singHer voice fills the airA high haunting melodyMingling with the rhythm ...

Two weeks passed without a second incident.Since Patty was too poor to afford repairs and Jack had never nailed a board in his life, the hole remained as is. Nobody ...

Spoiler! : Author's Note: Back in 2007, I started a still-unfinished novel that was basically a collection of six interconnecting novellas. This is the first half of the first novella, ...

I laugh.I smile.I giggle.Flashback.Everything.The laugh turns to silence.Want to talk, shout.Just can't.Save me.I'm a bird flying into a storm.told as Emilie

If you knew me you would understand.I have secrets you've never heard of.Buried deep.I'm trying to forget.Can I yet?Even when you're blindfolded your eyes are open.

I glance out the window full of colorI transfer my gaze to the black and white photographs of a once-happy-familyI wonder if they will ever be peaceful againI find my ...