Young Writers Society

Okay, so this is a different poem... but I kinda liked it. The Box No Box Exists In Life, It only lives. It is the invisible wall, Between me and ...

Here's a little clue of what to do, if your son's best mate is Vanessa. If he likes to dance, swaps horror for romance, And applies for work ex as ...

Written while still trembling after a particularly nasty encounter with a critic on fictionpress...still makes my stomach hurt, oddly enough. I'm sure a lot of you will be able to ...

She had him under her spell again She seemed so beautiful tonight He wished that she Could feel the same way Wondered if They could really be. In his dream ...

Here's an actual chapter of my new novel; sorry for cluttering up Fantasy with all these pieces, but I promise from now on, it's going to be all in chapter ...

This is more of a fable or allegory than anything else, I think, so please keep an open mind while reading. It came off the top of my head one ...

This is Alexis, be gentle with her, she's very fragile, and I'm hoping to get a few more poems out of her. ___________________________________________________ At the spot in the room where ...

Light. It fell on a quivering, sensitive mouth. Lips. Lips were mouthing words, Words I did not want to hear. Pain. Absorbing, beautiful pain. Pain eased itself through every pore ...

She opened her door, Inviting him in, Never really knowing, He wasn't there to help. He came in and smiled, Looked around then sat down, Turned on the TV, Didn't ...

More stream of conciousness poetry. This one is about a little town I visited in China this past summer. It made me sad. I'll translate the little bit at the ...

This is the first of a few short stories introducing some of my most ancient vampires. I'll do more work on this one--Ferric--since he's one of my favorites. Especially insane ...

This is a very short introduction, but I find it to be lacking somehow, perhaps I should lengthen it. Any advice would be appreciated. Issys took the glass from the ...

we're gonna say this is the right place for this poem, as it reflects a wish of mine. which qualifies, right? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Scent of talcumn gentle floats through the air. Collar ...

I thought I’d found a friend in you, I thought you were my best, But in thinking that, I was amiss, For you’re no different than the rest. I trusted ...

The mist rose at midnight, gathering, turning into shape. A man could be seen. Rowing across dreams. The passage across life takes time. But what is more rewarding, than traveling ...