Young Writers Society

Inspired by the Big Head Todd and the Monsters song "Bittersweet." Title suggestions are greatly appreciated! Some of the line breaks are bit off because of the format of this ...

This sonnet has no name, if anyone can suggest one that would be useful. Enjoy. Look up high and maybe you will see, Soaring in the open clear azure, A ...

Prologue of a story I'm writing. I like it, and I was just wondering what everyone else thought. If anyone's interested, it's 2 and a half A4 pages long in ...

Nothing can rival my first piece of magnificence, but this comes close. I like sharks I like sharks And money And money I'm so rich I own a shark Someday ...

This was a novel about two girls growing up in a very remote part of Hunan province in China in the late 19th century. It is a coming-of-age story as ...

I posted this story on FanFiction... And no one's reviewed (cept for Liz, she just didn't read it, but reviewed with the 'F' Word ) A Slight Fluidity By: TeodoreJames ...

This was a wondeful book by Leo Tolstoy. It was a long and verbose read, but was very well written and had wonderful character development. Read it. it's really good.

I think this is one of the best poems I've read of yours, Brad. (No wonder that you won best poet on the site! ) There's just one minor mistake ...

The passage of time is difficult to illustrate. Can it be summed up in a matter of instances; those few choice moments that left a lasting impression, those that didn’t ...

There is another within me. He is a wild man, Laughing and cavorting around in merriment; Brothers we are This man that lives in me is a wise man, Yet ...

It is peaceful here The soft ground littered with pine needles The pines reaching up into the darkened glade Foreboding, until you enter And it seems that you are swallowed ...

It was an afternoon in late Autumn. The air was frigid and the wind bitter. It blew in fierce little gusts, penetrating the old man's thin, worn coat and sending ...

Let it drown away the pain Nothing can harm me from behind this wall This invisible barrier Them foes strike feebly at it b-b-but it cannot touch me My eyes ...

I sit at the dinner table in a room bedecked in age old history Time is a frenzied whirlwind in my ears Tearing past, blurring colors and shapes in its ...

It begins in the depths of your core A rising A gathering of passion beyond description Cresting forth in an arch A tingling in the fingers That cannot be ignored ...