Young Writers Society

Fear struck the faces of children and parents. Soldiers fought to save lives, but never managed to last long enough. The king fought ahead never looking back at the faces ...

Rounding and whirling Lost in the rhythm Pounding and sinking Dreams of tomorrow Lost in the dances Silver in moonlight Scarlet in bloodbath Glory and passion Ecstacy blooming Dancing til ...

Tell me what you think! Anne fell to her knees, pressing the heals of her palms to her fore head. "Well?" An annoyed voice demanded. Anne dropped her hands and ...

I wrote this song on the guitar to a soft wandering minor melody. I like the way it sounds as a song, but I'm not sure if it's any good ...

Very short story, not really supposed to make sense (just something i wrote down and edited a bit, might do something with it, most doubtful though) A tall blonde man ...

The Black Bandit By Anna Nolte Chapter I A tall man with a sinister countenance approached a shorter man that was livid with rage. “Has he struck again?” “Yes, damn ...

I don't usually write sad stuff like this but let me know what you think. My breath clouds the frosty air Dogs bark loudly They are coming I climb a ...

Is this REALLY stupid? Or is it good? Do you ever have that feeling that your being watched? Do you? Do you ever have that feeling that your not alone? ...

This is my first poem that I've composed so I bet it's really bad, but there it is. There are rumors in the town They say 'tis 'bout Mr. Brown ...

"SO sorry Kia I have tooken your life away but it was your time". "Who are you?" "Well the angel of high Casttello". "My name is Beth Im so sorry ...

my chest hert so bad I though my chest would come undon like a sewed up rang doll I always knew happyness was not a friend of mine but Will ...

aqua green cooking appliances rumble, like the mail truck outside, in a kitchen whose age trumps my (almost) sixteen years, where the tea kettle fidgets, blowing kisses in the corner, ...

Coldplay is coming out of the trees oh yeah. Still kissing my heart, the bruise is a purple aura on my head. It scribbles away like the typo that starts ...

The lights flickered as the echo of screams grew louder,crew members running to try to escape the massacre brought on by the aliens who had boarded there ship only moments ...

My fingers are on the trigger. The gun is pointed at your heart. My heart is already broken. Broken so much there's nothing left. You've done it for the last ...