Young Writers Society

Chapter 1 A Life Once Normal It was one of those days that made you look outside and drift away into a daydream about anything other than what you were ...

EDIT: Second draft. All comments, crits, and such welcome. Divining Catacombs I. venery Winged Hermes gave chase but missed the window of opportunity as Apollo sigh-slipped into her coffin. the ...

Soul Dance Dance Dance ‘til your heart erupts out of your chest And foxtrots over the moon: One two three, one two three- Relentlessly seizing your emotions And baring your ...

Oh white castles and murder Take me in as our sins wash away our sanity Lust broken into writhed glass Our love, a toxic muse. I lay on the floor ...

I hate existententialism: the way it smears the colors, the flowers like Monet in more of a sunset horizon that hinges the dark and light between us into ink stains ...

Sometimes I dream that I can smell sea air again – Can taste roses that Melt like sugar in my mouth And your kisses Were never so salty those nights ...

IT is such a great book, so well written and it's almost like a teenager wrote it. The imagery is great. The book really settles into the mind of a ...

After loading into the car they were on thier way, Squall hadnt felt like talking much so he kept to himself. He never looked up even when Zell and Seifer ...

Honey, where are you tonight? The stars are aligned and I can feel your fire in my soul. The light show of lovesick lullabies kept me awake for hours - ...

Fear. He licked his lips as he tasted it. She was young, fresh, and so tender, but not for much longer. The bruises were a bright purple. She was crying, ...

Paw-Paw Picking For Jamie Next to my pillowed head, your hair tousled, images of bramble bird nest. You never slept straight, your long limbs tossed about and bent weirdly and ...

All these phrases had a sort of...medical crap....feel to it. I got the feeling, yes, but the phrases were disconnected and ugly. Yes, it suited the topic but I certainly ...

Joggers float by, arrogant or truly happy but the ones laughing are always in groups and the scent of time closes up behind them Speech shutters to silence, silence to ...

The Death of a Dog Watching a puppy grow into a dog is a most rewarding experience. Days fly by; days of catch in the park; days of long autumn ...

My second poem ******** After months of uncertainty I run and hide, away from the accusations, the expectations, into the comforting dark. Enmeshed in velvet night, cocooned in a net ...