Young Writers Society

The Mirror What do I see in this mirror? In this mirror all cracked and dingy? I see a memory, a tiny memory, and what I saw so many years ...

It’s dusk and the leaves are still falling from the sky The wind was rough today, bent trees swaying to commands It’s cold out I take in those sharp and ...

It grabs your wrists And twists and twists It makes up lies and rips up skies It kills and cries and tries and tries So desperately to hurt you I’ve ...

Iam going to give a funny riddle and see if anyone can give me the answer If there are two ducks behind two ducks and then two ducks behind two ...

Chapter one What may you ask is this story about, to me its not the end of life but the beginning of a new start. Growing up I had to ...

Once again...if you haven't read the previous chapters and the prologue, do so now! If not, I promise that you'll be thoroughly confused. Thanks! Chapter Three The plane landed four ...

Note: You may recognize that some of the lines from my poetry will be found in this song. Verse One the answer to questions will find itself around so uncup ...

Okay, I'm really (REALLY) bad at poetry, but I just thought of this in my head (changed it a bit) and put it on the computer. It is the way ...

NOTE: I'm not really good at poetry, story-writing is more of my thing...but this was just swimming around in my head the other day...and i know its not good...suggestions are ...

Sorry...taking this off...

Chapter 3 Oh, I can’t stand this any more! Thought Emily desperately, pulling her shawl around her and quickly running up the steep steps to the door. Surprisingly, it was ...

I'm not exactly sure where this should go as it seems it could fit under dramatic poetry also. And it's probably a bad poem to use for my YWS debut ...

Looking back now I can see you and me, How wild and free we were, Just thinking about how we use to runaway, Put’s me back on this high that ...

Chapter Fourteen: I was just about to blow out the candle on my nightstand when there was a knock on the door. Strange, I thought. No one ever comes to ...

(P.S. when i say "gorillas", i mean "guerillas". . . play on words ) On The River Styx It will end the way it started; a noise that no one ...