Young Writers Society

They're waiting, watching theres nothing I can doI'm hopeless, powerless, and you are too.You see were all just sitting, waiting aroundWe're all looking for what cannot be foundbecause no one ...

You were there,When we were happy; While laughing and giggling,You were with me. We were together,Through everything; Then why aren’t you here,When I need you? I need you the most ...

The waves lap upon the shore,the cool soft breeze carries the smell of salt water.I stand where the land meets the ocean.The water like thousands of hands, beckoning me to ...

You must dress this way to be cool.You must have this much money to be cool.You must have this cell phone to be cool.You must say this to be cool.You ...

Brutal honesty!It comes without asking.Every statement I've made-not apologies for my lack of discretion.It's pathetic!The only reason you accept me is becauseI'm rejected by status means nothing.I gu

I know this needs work, but I feel like I need some feedback on this before I carry on. Might be hard to follow since it's so short, but the ...

**Okay, so, I have no idea if this makes sense to anyone but me so please please please stab, rip, shred, and bash away at it**Thanks guys!I lie awake in ...

AN: This is for a contest and it has the following elements (in addition to being historical in some way):Dialogue only.Each paragraph begins and ends with the same word."Is that ...

It comes from all around me,Swirling above my head.How do I want to feel?Which way should I turn?There, is that a ray of light...Or just a mirage in the shadows?Everything ...

My mom is on the phone crying when I get home from soccer and my older brother Adam wraps his strong arms around my sweaty frame.“What’s going on?” I ask, ...

My hand reflects my workCallused fingertipsInk-stains work reflects my soulRaging emotionsTumultuous soul reflects my GodInfinitely wiseAuthor of God guides my hand.

After the setting of the sunIn this medieval city,A man ghosts from the shadeHis soul devoid of all pity.His garb was dyed a dusky grayFor melting into the nightHe moved ...

......I was depressed in highschool, ok? And 'm posting the stuff I've written so I can (hopefully) improve on it.--------I'm in this place againCan't escapeWhat is this dream again?Why can't ...

The wording is awkward, the line spacing is..... it needs work, and I'm having trouble fixing it.Fire away.-------How can you not see the pain?For me, it's obvious as the rainThat ...

He greeted me awkwardly. I felt sad for him knowing that he was having a hard time, but at the same time it really pissed me off.I wasn't any different ...