Young Writers Society

Brad, What a heap of tripe. Trying to be experimental, by studying a dictionary isn't art. Words of advise- learn how to write meaningful poetry, poetry that everyone can appreciate. ...

Courtly to dishonour, A fief of fond earned rye. Hindrance to the crying fields Where doth I heard him die. I've seen the wildness of the Hun. The hypocricy of ...

For Shingi Three edged word A simple word A single question A thousand things unanswered. I sit and think I ask myself Why you have to hurt her. Is this ...

Can I get your honest opinion please. Prologue The night was silent and nothing stirred. The silence to was too quiet, and in a way it was disturbing. You always ...

Chicken Little The worst of situations can sometimes bring the best of outcomes. At least, that is what Jude Mulvani of Hawaii has come to believe. Jude was once your ...

I looked up into the mystic night sky, Where there are no gusty winds going by, The small, twinkling stars, are just magic, Then it becomes a nova, so beautiful ...

“It Won’t Kill Anyone…” A group of teenagers stood and talked loudly at the end of a quiet street. Two boys and a girl, maybe fourteen or fifteen years old. ...

War Child 1 The was a soft, buzzing noise ahead, slowly getting louder and louder. Then, a shrieking siren wailed, piercing the peace of the nightime. Then there was a ...

Life is why we are all here, So cruel and fickle, One moment, we are on cloud nine, The next, in total despair. Why couldn't life be easy? Why did ...

Prologue The pleasant sub-urban area of Fordingbridge was generally a well respected part of Southampton. Its leafy, graffiti-free streets had long been the backyard of many a middle class business ...

Courtly to dishonour, A fief of fond earned rye. Hindrance to the crying fields Where doth I heard him die. I've seen the wildness of the Hun. The hypocricy of ...

My muscles tensed , I took a quick look around and saw people carrying torches. I kept on hiding up on a sturdy branch. Trying not make a sound and ...

It was a normal Monday morning in late April. I was standing on the sidewalk outside my apartment building, waiting for a taxi as I always do on weekday mornings. ...

Removed.

She's the last moment of a short pencil, Wasted on paper till disintegration. She's the last call when I ain't even numb yet. She's creeping flames up my legs, When ...