Young Writers Society

This is the true definition of a "short story." Read and enjoy. I appreciate any and all critique, so don't be shy! Author's Note: This was written for my Reading ...

Always the bad one, Always wrong never right, Trapped in this society, So close to the edge of all reason. And you push me, More and more, I feel the ...

I keep my head low, Refusing to look ahead. I walk in slow motion; My speech is slurred. I'm haunted by last March... The things that happened last March... But ...

Cool and refreshing As a smooth, cold spring in June,Insanity reigns.

Uhmm...not good. But good enough, I guess....(note to self, make it not suck...) * * * on my back broken wings of light scatter and spin above my head streched ...

Heh. I hand sewed these over the weekend with some fabric and fringe from Hancock Fabrics... for my bedroom and, so, here...

Ah, the poem born of one of my many - well, passions. Its OK I guess, nothing spectacular. But hell if it dont get right down and dirty with the ...

For the first time in a while I smiled today A warm glimmer of hope ran through me How I wished you could've seen it But how little did I ...

Seeker of the Blade Prologue ______________ Born of the Shadow As the sun reached its peak of noonday’s mark, a slight breeze swept across the rises of the emerald grasslands ...

I dream of becoming evil Dangerous A hazard to insects Small animals And children The sawn step on the evolutionary ladder. Indulging amidst Huge purple velvety leaves, Bulging seed pods, ...

Undeniable that there is A certain attraction in arrogance An arrogance that lacks aggression But still, something that makes a boy a guy But a guy not yet a man ...

You stand in a field, surrounded by family shadows are composed of friendly shapes, wind blows from the proper direction simple nourishment harmonious rhythms. A fertile tomb, where the spirits ...

I'm not sure what I meant to say in this. I was toying with something I read in a book once, that there are some people who shouldnt stand to ...

Beginning of a short story I haven't gotten around to finishing. Title needs to be different. (Song credit: Leonard Cohen) Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in ...

I hate this feeling inside of me, I hate blushing when you pass by, I hate having to go out of my way, Just to see you & say ‘hi’. ...