Young Writers Society

This was really sweet Brad... it sounds like this romantic break-up, thank you poem that... wow. I mean aside from the fact it was a bit weird to read in ...

That title sparked your interest aye? Well you are one contrary son/daughter of a be-oych. This is for if i ever become a comedian or do amateur comedy, I considered ...

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer is one of the best books I've read in a long time. I haven't gotten so excited or obsessed with a book since reading Harry Potter. ...

Failed Flirtation By: Clover Madison Madeline came to the party most unusually attired. In fact the normally conservative girl was dressed, dare it be said, like a whore. Her low ...

Listening to your words,your eyes tearing me love being the only thing,to help me drown.Slowly suffocating;rearranging,the ugliness that's always been there.You made it pretty for awhile,like it reall

This is (at least part of) the Prologue of my new story Life's Story. I need some harsh critiquing for this story.. I don't know if this is going to ...

Not sure who it's by, but "Cut" is an excellnt book! Dani

Fun challenge - though I'm, ah, not much of a poet. Thoughts are welcome - written on the run. Once a sad fellow - Brenaeus Bree; A wanderer of far ...

"Yes, I told you, that’s the only dream I’ve ever had " Tadeo addressed his physiatrist with growing annoyance , the past seventy sessions proved fruitless and he didn’t see ...

quietus on an Aegean Urn - On Reading Edge by Sylvia Plath - she is just a woman perfected in death. an illusion in greek fresco from the isle of ...

[untitled] Once, I walked along the shores of Lake Superior, on the cradled, massaged, thrown & ancient stones, barefoot in April, scarcely a fortnight since Winter's end. The waves were ...

I shout, but none will hear me. I scream but none care. Is it possible, can they see, how miserable life can be? I scream I shout! Please, let me ...

He Walked Among the Unspoiled Rushes He walked among the unspoiled rushes Which lined the shores of sparkling ponds, A free soul, untouched by dirt-covered hands And seen by few ...

I see you staring at me. Your face is hard, your eyes are cold. Your stare has trapped me in its hold. Turn away, look away, I beg you please! ...

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