Young Writers Society

Here is another one of my silly stories I wrote last year. There is no punctuation or anything but I plan on making it better later... but I died laughing. ...

Butterflies “There’s nothing special about butterflies,” he insists. “They’re born, they eat, they sleep, they fly, they mate, and then they die. End of story.” 

Yurok the Waywatcher pulled his cloak low over his face and gazed out from under the leaf-covered cowl. Had someone been taking a stroll in this forest, and had this ...

Voice Again a new project…that’s exactly how I reacted yesterday, when my boss entrusted me with this new project. Not that I hate my job, yet I have lost the ...

If stop being lazy, this is gonna be my profect for the next couple of months. For the first time ever I'm attempting something longer than a short story! This ...

To One Hand Clapping (This Life is the Art of Listening) 1-12-06 There are only whispers. We are the contemplators in our highest. This life is the art of listening. ...

The name pretty much sums it up. But then, I want peoples take on it. (Has anyone heard of the country mentioned, by-the-way? ) Peter Svacic On Peter's Mount,Svacic had ...

I’m sitting in a blackened room Tying knots in golden thread The smile that I’m lying in Is glossed with my glittered lead And you’ve found me all but dead ...

Here are the fabled laurel leaves A smile, when it’s fading – Golden in the threadbare past While you constructed little ditties They knocked together temples of stone But now ...

wow i loved the poem. i really liked how you did the little intro-thing, which his what i guess you could call it. it was great and set the point ...

Okay this is the first poem that I have submitted to YWS and it just happened to pop into my head when I was at school in the most boring ...

When the world keeps spinning out of control, You must know that you can request no troll Because he has just thrown you about, Maybe even stuffed you right full ...

I haven't really posted anything in ages... I just thought I'd share you this. It's something I might do for English... or well, will help me improve if I write ...

this is my first ever poem so constructive and honest feedback would be good! A Land where the skies are as blue as the seas, A Land where man walk ...