Young Writers Society

Soothing from the AC, a chill flowing from the fan Transparent yet noticeable creeping behind a sweaty back, -hair stands straight goosebumps rage- the mellow shock contaminates, the body as ...

I thought it was good, for the most part, the shift of seasons as it were is clearly developed through the stanzas. However I was a bit disappointed by the ...

It wasn’t morning yet, but Fen knew she had to get up, because John, her ‘boss’, got cranky if she was late for work, as often a boss can be. ...

well, this is my first post so go easy on me ----------------------------------------------------------- The sun and the sea As I sit alone and wonder, Letting my thoughts drift into the abyss, ...

Chapter 1 Leafmin could barely contain his excitement. He was going on a quest! All the way to the Elven realm too. Hundreds of questions were buzzing around in his ...

Greetings, editor. This is a poem from my story, told from the point of view of a guy, not a girl. I'm not happy with it, so any advice as ...

My heart burns pationately for your desire The truth eats at my soul Both, they burn on fire But still there is that peice of my heart, a huge, gaping ...

Im not a poet but heres one I wrote several years back ----- When I see your ghostly figure, I know it cannot be real, For you are torn forever, ...

I'm not quite sure where this is going, so all I want to know is if you think I should continue or not, and any comments would be welcome! I ...

These are a couple songs ideas I have been dabbling with. Let me know what you think. Try to listen to each one twice, they might seem a little strange ...

These. (Written October 30, 2006.) I was on edge. The icy wind, biting cold, and that charmingly obnoxious, beautifully aggravating contradiction of a boy might have had something to do ...

Solitude Come to my heart with a mask of purple, gold and green, come with your twisted candlestick smile, come with kisses and lies and wilted roses and maybe I ...

He came from nowhere, Incan did From the murky depths of the sea. A primitive brain with a primordial yearning To eat all the poems he could see. While slinking ...

It was dark in the woods, for the leafy canopy blocked out all the sunlight. Carla made her way through the woods. She could hear nothing, not even the horses ...

Carla Tinnock stared wearily at the ceiling of her attic bedroom, and quietly listened to the sound of early risers eating breakfast in the lobby. She was remembering her mother ...