Young Writers Society

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I wrote this for a friend. Acasia Sink the mountains, sweep the sky Dragons of the trumpet fly They descend with violet throne And all around their flames are shone ...

Another joined us as we rode He was a Bard, or so he showed With easy words and nimble wit, Of which he claimed he never writ, But made upon ...

A family is a Church With wounded steeples That reach towards Luminous rooms. Hopes for mentioned Mansions lingering, Imposed on linen sighs. Limping congregations Swaying in prayer Falling onto other

Code: Select allEverything about Jasper was flat. Except for the mountains in the east, the land was as smooth as a pastor’s hair, slicked back with raspberry pomade. The air ...

Sitting on my bed was killing me. I got up, went to the bathroom and yanked on a pair of converse before escaping out the door. As long as I’m ...

Chapter #1 is on this forum somewhere.... Chapter #2 - Hunting Trip By FantasyTeen The were called and they assembled in the chamber, as more and more arrived Eleske began ...

(revised) this rotting place will turn to black soon. the sun has bled its way to sleep behind the jagged edges of the burnt out houses. there are union jack ...

bluemurder bluemurder you'd never ever guess that the color of the sky is the same as that of murder not you, nor you, not I she never saw his many ...

Imprint An imprint of pessimism solemnly etched on void flowing from sullen iris creating impervious emotions. lying stretched near crumbled where the lynch tightens breath forever stealing vitality r

I loved how you went from like (for lack of better terms), pleasant to detestful and then back to pleasant...I think that's a really interesting pattern. The empty sockets part ...

Sweet and somber they will whisper To you in the dark of night The empty and cold, eerie whisper That shakes your synapses alight Creeping, seeping – much like liquid ...

She always liked drinking cold coffee The Saturday mornings all faded into each other And formed a black-brown blur of fantasies Her fiction lifestyle slipping past her eyes The tongue-setting ...

Experimental short story...tell me what you think! (And if there are any tense errors, I slipped into Auto Mode and wrote in first person towards the end and had to ...

When you close your eyes, On a world of hate, pain and fear, You’ll enter a silent place, Where I’ll be waiting. The world we live in, Full of earthly ...