Young Writers Society

The training session ended with Darc winning seven to two, winning the best five out of eight that Zel declared. He looked forward to eating lunch without paying for it. ...

Well, this is the first story I've written of my own free-will (i.e. not for school or something) ever. I was a little terminology heavy with this one, and didn't ...

I sat down awkwardly perfect and met eyes with the Women beside me. With my eyes still and stolidly fixed on hers, I blinked heavily with arrogance to let her ...

A force to break My heart in two A blade to cut A bleeding organ Into shreds of nothingness I cannot breathe I cannot think What is this hurt, this ...

Dreams of sunlight Dreams of joy Blending into Starry moments Breathing out And breathing in The world is ever, Ever turning On this water-world we spin

Happy birthday, you dear old sot You arbiter of conning, you father of rot You belong in an asylum (I wonder where I'll find one?) With all the other raving ...

Rhyme rhymes with time And thyme And 'Go out to dine' You can cut down a pine Or say that you're fine Or, rather marvelously, wonderfully divine You can look ...

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a Sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I Breathe a softer sort of darkness

You know what, I'm just going to keep raping the forum with my poetry until I get some input XD FOR EVA, DREAMING I dated a crap poet back in ...

When a friend dies you can't deny the pain, so you explain it all away. It's denial that runs thick in all of us those who love. And come what ...

If Love is Stupid June 28th 1976- Cornwall, England "After nearly sixteen years of life, love and friendship Ayla Enos is being laid to rest," the minister bowed his head ...

So here's my story that I wrote for Creative Writing. It's okay...I hope my next two will be better. This is mostly a characterization story on the early life of ...

Purse your lips against old rolled mary-jane made only from the best imported Columbian black, While you settle back into the sofa of your body and let the wafting smoke ...

I'm still working on it. Twenty miles outside of town, I walk down that winding road. Crossing the borderline, paved in stone. Twisting and turning, reminds me of how life ...

Classes started at 8:30, but Darc couldn't sleep past six. Which was just as well because he promised to meet up with his friend early this morning. He took one ...