Young Writers Society

Portrait I was all mouth at first- A fleshy ring of anxious need- Insatiable. I hatched a belly to gorge And poked a hollow navel to remind that I am ...

Chapter One: A small, dusty police car drove up the long, winding road to St. Mary’s Reform. It looked puny and unsophisticated in comparison to the grand building in the ...

Chapter One: A small, dusty police car drove up the long, winding road to St. Mary’s Reform. It looked puny and unsophisticated in comparison to the grand building in the ...

Here is pt 3 hope you like it. I want to thank every one who has helped me with my previous parts you have helped out a lot. Canthor lunged ...

Verse One your heart's an achor so afraid to leave your heart is anger so afraid of defeat atomic number 50 never burns out obligation is your number one doubt ...

Chapter Five “What the hell was that, Max?” Jonas growled at the air in front of him. Landon, who had just yanked the curtains shut, looked tense by the window. ...

I'm a seascape you painted Look closely, amid the blues and greens You'll see a part of your soul, lost in the waves Yet you've put me aside, lost and ...

Not so long ago, Melodie Conly was born, but not only was she born, she also lived quite an interesting life. However, her life is not the issue here. The ...

Once upon a time, fourteen students gathered in the French classroom of Johnsonburg Area High School without the slightest clue of what they were getting themselves into. The idea of ...

Anyone read this?

Readied guns with bayonets, Sky's darkening seam. Fingers ready and all was set. Everyone's eyes a gleam. Rockets flared up and down they ran, Down the hill, and towards the ...

This was done rather quickly, I may continue it I may not. There are quite a bit of mistakes, but try to get past them. I will correct, but I'd ...

Better, but too personal. To the casual observer, many of your images don't connect. Not as charming a tactic as it seems. The seperate phrases and images were nice, they ...

Here's a summary of my day. It's pretty boring but I need to write something. Maybe I should have made it a bit better. Oh well, If you bother to ...

running down cobbled streets, did you see the fading lanterns? knocked and broken in retreat, everyone shut their doors. pounding echoes of vibration, the oxygen was inhaled and all the ...