Young Writers Society

You cut beer cakes over my wrists, and I wince - enchanted eyes, you watch my artwork and it burns you, I hope that it turns you away. This is ...

Dearest friend, Your life isn’t worthless. You have all the worth, Of one that I respect. Without you, Who would I laugh with? Who would I cry with? I have ...

I need your help! I’m currently writing a poem - it’s about a couple who broke up at a young age and then reuniting five years on. I’ve written the ...

We lay back on the cold sand, The better to watch the night. The two of us, spread eagled Left over laughter still escaping in blows, Trying to catch our ...

Lovely “How ugly!” sang the sparrows.“How disgusting!” said the rat.“How vile!” told the mole.“How uncouth!” hissed the cat.“How lovely,” thought the Ravenwith alabaster eyes.“Ho

Mockingbirds Four Character Sketch #1 Garrett Mullen slipped from the window into the soft darkness of the room. The waning scent of honeysuckle and wax tickled his nose. Careful not ...

Meghan sat on the front step of her house, lost in thought. In the West, the African sun blazed brightly one last time before sinking gradually below the horizon. A ...

“We’re in high school now! I’m excited! But I kind of miss Iron Horse still though, it was more of a home and cozier…Now we don’t know where to go ...

[Too short, I know.] I know the corners of his mouth, they bleed, they blaze, they search you out - you are the smoke he talks about, the dancing smoke ...

God talked to me today,And I could tell he wasn't pleased.He said I should just stop it all,Before I get diseased.He said I should put down the pills,That made me ...

shackled with pumping veins, iron and oxygen - the heartstrings lead the way along the floor, down to the bedsheets where she's adorned her body in [blood and gore]. pearls ...

Chapter 2 The dawn rose the next morning bright, and colorful. The Lady awoke before anyone else, the sun slipping between her Willow’s branches. She let her magic wander around ...

Chapter 1 I can still remember the day it all started. Well, maybe not the actual day, but at least when it started. That time, that very beginning, felt so ...

Lost in transition between parking spaces, that lie neither here nor there, but somewhere up ahead-- along the crossroads of a moment yet to come, that still is veiled in ...

THE INFILTRATION OF TRYDIA “When he took that first step into these foreign lands, he knew that he had already succeeded.” The moon shone brightly this night. That was unfortunate, ...