Young Writers Society

our silhouettes could guide us, all on their own, beneath the lights. as we walk side by side, hand in hand, there's no one outside here to trust, since we'd ...

Previously explained in the story - Tommy is a prisoner of war from Reading, England, which is invaded by Lachonton and Naracima forces, who spark the more foul moraled side ...

If the sign is just a whore sign Well it makes sense to me I see yards of yarn come undone Cars exploding right before me Were they trucks or ...

this is the, hmm let's see how many allusions I can put in one poem. All comments, crits, suggestions welcome. Ciao CL. vermillion corset feather firebrand this is the end ...

For Dusky inspired by and dedicated to my amazing sister Struggling through quicksand, failing to stem the tears you’ve cried, trying to take off when gravity feels like it’s multiplied. ...

First of all, I should point out that this is a prototype. 'But what's that?' I hear you asking (maybe). Well, I have an idea for a story titled 'Changed', ...

I'd appreciate some constructive criticism. I know it needs work, but I don't know how to fix it. Also, this may or may not be in the right forum, so ...

how much did i love you? i counted the ways that you loved me i'll always remember the things we used to do now black and white is all i ...

The Lady in the Snow Frilly frocks and golden locks as she danced in the snow, She wondered where he be here or there, but she didn't want to know. ...

He was a day-gazer Articulate, motivated, past The rush of air on wintry mornings Swift and competitive Tasteless on the tongue But fire on the soul I swayed before jumping ...

This is an English project we have to do... I hate her when she thinks of stuff like this... we have to write a diary on a famous person from ...

Guy.... I messed up, We both know its true, I need you back, It’s getting harder to breath, and my face is turning blue. I'll sit here in Agony, And ...

life's the same day after day days begin and end in the same old way my emotions are drained, my mind astray, if only it would rain and wash my ...

I don't know what's gotten into me with this sudden cliche rhyming scheme but God, I pray it goes away. and if you had taken me away, the way you ...

Charon’s Mis-metered Limerick upon reflecting on the peculiar state of mind created by 2 1/2 hours of sleep My silence of mind is lost, now, dropped into pools of phonographs ...