Young Writers Society

The the skeleton swings From the gnarled tree Black against the moonlight Swinging from it's twisted gallows Creaking as the chill winds blow Groaning as in living pain Suffering years ...

Is this what you meant about the spacing on the paragraphs? I'm not looks kind of funny to me. Was I mistaken in what I thought you meant? Anyway, here's ...

Deleted. Check my blog as per reasons why, in the entry entitled "Sigh."

All critiques welcomed! Though, WARNING: Since this is my first draft, I'm taking a bit of a NaNoWriMo mind set to it. So, all critiques are welcomed, but keep that ...

Detective Jane Rizzoli had seen many gruesome sights in her time served as a Boston homicide detective but none had shaken her so as this. The stench of death had ...

It was a very hot day. The weather report had said it was twenty-five degrees Celsius but it felt like much more. The streets were packed with irritable suits heading ...

"My world has been turned upside down. I feel as though I have fell into the rabbit's hole, and Alice is nowhere near to catch me. The rabbit of this ...

The Spirit Writer The spirit writer uses his keyboard, he ruins my life from above. Right now he is killing me from the inside, my only hope is the dove. ...

As the sun rises I am born anew. The shadow I feared is gone. Life is returning to everything I know. I am now free, with a new awakening.

The intro to a 20ker, and so it is not complete. 20,000 is a lot to post in one thread, I think. Merry Christmas. Don't read if you are the ...

Whoa. I'll be honest. Usually I read your poetry, just out of curiosity, and then I pass it up without a review. I mean, really, who am I to critique ...

Can you see me I hide behind a layer of pain and untruths, I seek to let go but as I do I learn the world is cold and cruel, ...

We are the real: behind this chain-linked fence whose clasping fingers bar our way and sharpened razor wire cuts the observant sky ethereal. These yellow, tarnished walls still glimmer, wet ...

I will never forget that moment that I watched those two cars collide almost becoming one, they could have been one if it weren’t for the fact that they where ...

"Shadows have stalked my every move. I feel as though I am not alone. The crows that once followed my father now follow me. I am starting to dread my ...