Young Writers Society

0.1 "All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil." -- Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound. Deep down, like everything, beauty is mechanical. There is nothing spontaneous about it. It is ...

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I actually wrote a complete story from this finishing it about June last year, but it was for a school project and decidely average. Reading over parts of it make ...

So I'm sat here on my ass. Listening to all your trash. I've a feeling, I don't know, Something deeper than A dynamo. I feel like whistling along, Singing the ...

We wrote limericks in Creative Writing yesterday to celebrate St. Patty's Day. Enjoy? --------------------- One day I met a man from Great Britain Upon an ice cream truck a-sittin’ He ...

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I love you. When I first saw you I'd never loved before. I didn't know what it meant. But some force inside me, some hidden knowledge that had always been ...

These days, I find myself in cotton robes, arms stuffed in straight-jacket sweaters, deodorant lining my untanned skin. The dust of my porcelain tears stains my pillow white, and I ...

Tears slowly falling, Scars all over my heart, You want me to feel this pain. My love slowly dies, My heart begins to ache, My soul slowly leaving me. You ...

So I'm sat here on my ass. Listening to all your trash. I've a feeling, I don't know, Something deeper than A dynamo. I feel like whistling along, Singing the ...

The only part of the daily grind I ever enjoy is a twenty-minute chunk after work, starting when I wedge myself into the apartment building’s public bathroom that everyone (the ...

The Wanderings Chapter One - An Everyday Miracle Wyes looked at the other child and grinned widely. It had been raining, which meant that the crops would grow, new flowers ...

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I wrote the title for this poem and then came up with something totally different from what I had originally intended, so in that way the title is open to ...