Young Writers Society

my eyes come undone. it's the sun, the sun has come. and my thoughts are one. how come? how come you breathe so slowly? short breaths, softs breaths, like they ...

silence and words part playing hide and seek in the dark it’s your surprise i litter you with that blue light and catch your eyes just right the game is ...

Alices heart was pounding a hundred miles per hour as she ran through the night air drenched to the skin almost slipping as she went. The only thing on her ...

i watch as you lick your lips wet and take a drag from your cigarette that filthy habit that disgusting routine how do you make it taste so sweet like ...

There is a dark skinned cowboy who runs the mexican ridges of the Tiajuana river valley his pointed boot spurs glinting in the sun his hat tipped just so and ...

this if for you Brad (Incandescance), after reading someone's critique on one of your recent poems, I was inspired to write this for all the poetry of your people don't ...

Solid granite presses against my back as I look up to the sky back and forth my hand moves unable to follow the journey of simple space dust follow me ...

She speaks with every woman's mouth, bending words and wisdom love hides underneath pressed linen in her dark cedar chest festering and growing tired she doesn't touch the lock she ...

The boy became restless as the clock ticked forward heralding the approach of ‘the hour’. He was becoming impatient as time refused to fly like always He was on the ...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling’s original character, including that of Draco Malfoy… ‘The Slytherin Prince’s Sultry Side’ (Preface ‘Sex without pain and fear is like food ...

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Fear of the dark Chapter One 'Keep driving, don't look back, just keep driving' The only thought going through his mind as he drove on down the highway. He saw ...

This doesn't exactly spin me in the air at several hundred miles per hour and then dump me in some godforsaken country field, but it was solid. Nothing special but ...

See the mothers in the park Ugly creatures chiefly Someone must have loved them once But in the dark and briefly. By Jack Lurk I'm pretty sure Jack Lurk is ...

To be or not to be, Hamlet thought it a simple question To live or not to live, to take it, fight it, or end it At first, at least, ...