Young Writers Society

This was one of your more accessible poems. I liked it. One point of concern: "Her taste lingers like languid language leaves the reader speechless." I think a word or ...

the clock chimes seven I sense my impending doom then my date drives up

i pound the bread dough imagining it’s your face you make me want to eat a bullet, kill myself bread will be fluffy tonight What do you think of the ...

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Question before we start, should I take out the part about the Keep's history? also the Title is just a working title for now, I'm not sure how much I ...

Lilliane She lays like the night, long black bird lashes Cast against Ivory white chilling skin, Hands folded gently over the dip between her breasts, Her weddingmourn dress pulls at ...

I had spent all night at possibly the most boring meeting I had ever gone to. We had gone to learn about the word of God, but it dissolved into ...

Dedicated to Shadow Knight DEATH It’s what we like. Our whole lives surround it. We live it We breathe it We eat it. It destroys Like no other Tearing families ...

ok now i just wrote this after i told one of my friends why they shouldn't cut themselves. here goes: Her sadness echoed into the bitter night air This was ...

I love this day I know this day Sunshine bouncing off uneven teeth Oh I love the way you smile Waking on this plane of you I’m saying to no ...

Chapter Twenty-Four “Us?” Jonas asked, disbelieving. “How can it belong to us?” “You are the four Mortal Angels, aren’t you?” “We don’t have to be,” Ness argued. “That’s what y

Chapter Twenty-Three A rush came over all five of them as power streamed back to their use. Landon set to healing Camael before they took another step forward—they didn’t know ...

Autumn leaves are falling down Falling down Falling down Autumn leaves are falling down My dear daddy! Get the rake and rake 'em up Rake 'em up Rake 'em up ...

What do you think? Hope you like it. Just another day In another way Keep on going on Till its all gone I wake up another day Put on another ...

Teach Me Poetry has always escaped me, Rhyme and imagery chucked out the window, Structure and meaning all but trampled and mushed, Emotions and insight trodden under my foot and ...