Young Writers Society

Hell is a Place Hell is an over-and-under place; it is fueled with the souls of pilgrims and the tongues of shepherds. The raven crows at twilight for broken water, ...

(Sorry, double-post. )

Up until this point my life has been A collage of empty nights depleting me until I have fragmented nothingness Deep within my heart You, so nameless to the public ...

Free-write...3:00 in the morning. I don't know where the characters came from. ...Thoughts? “I probably could,” said Kevin, “Probably.” Quiet, glazed eyes drifting into the reflective glass, h

No more motion activated towel dispensers. No more battery powered toothbrushes. 8 line highways but still cramped, work from home Internet ads oh the T.V We need to do what ...

Bent, and pretending confusion-You moan over the insistence of paid programmingClutching and grippingThe sounds are primordialBut so are weAnd that turns us on.Suddenly there is blissProlonged with ex

Old, icky, unedited post- begone!

Chapter 2 When David buzzed to be let into the orphanage, he wanted nothing more than to go get in without a big fuss, but no such luck. One of ...

That fast mouth, I had one before. The orange peeled hemisphere- it closes you in But I've known that before If you watched the landscapes trickle away would it ever ...

Revised Version: My Fate (rough title, will likely change it later) Floating through the space of life; Follow the yellow brick road. Holding hands with fate, Her touch becomes cold. ...

This story is something I came up with today as I was swinging. Hope you like it. Please comment! --- --- I'm hoping the breeze in my brown hair doesn't ...

I just did this essay for school awhile ago. I was gonna post it sooner but I couldn't because of my stupid teacher Anways here it is so tell me ...

Authors Note: I wrote this today for an english assignment i got. The assignment was to write a diary entry for the "Migrant Mother" (its a famous picture of a ...

Speckless blackening gape, Above turrets, towers and escalators Without any greying moon Mazes of terraces and guttering, Chimneys black, emitting no smoke. Rising damp, inadequate pipes Only gardens

Was that matter or light that swung through the night? Don heard someone speaking at that moment of consciousness, right when his weight flew back in. There wasn't the yellow-bearded ...