Young Writers Society

Just hide under your bed. Run out of your room. Climb a tree. Finals are here. Oh I fear. I hate the studying. I hate the rules. No making noise ...

Matthew Kingston kingmatt1010: hey samantha sammygirl60: oh...hi...wassup... kingmatt1010: you know chase is moving right? sammygirl60: ??? chase sampson you mean ??? kingmatt1010: his mom got a job somewhere in manhattan ...

These are two series by Mercedes Lackey The Gryphon series is a trilogy written by ML with Larry Dixon It is comprised of: The Black Gryphon The White Gryphon The ...

Don't come here now for sunshine and warmth. Don't come here now for good cheer round the hearth. I advise to steer clear of this whole campus. The professors have ...

k guys, i know it's long...but i really like it...lol. Please read it!! it wants your help desperately!! -penny The City at the End of the Hall The lights in ...

I open my mouth, So that I may speak, But words do not come out. The feeling I feel inside, Leaves me confused, Self conscious, and alone. I stand in ...

One little note, the word drowned is meant to be read as it would have been in Shakespeare's day (drown-ed). It serves a rhythmic purpose, hence my mention of it. ...

I'm not sure about this one - I think the last few lines could use a bit of work. Any suggestions? Blue I look down at your face - Your ...

I'm having problems figuring out where things should go, so if this is possibly in the wrong forum then i'm sorry! -penny The red wine is gone. Drunk. To the ...

LoveI would likeif you merely came across to me and saidwhat i'd love to sayWhat isn't loving anymore?and what isn't good?those meaningless wordsturned, almost bitter by timeI'm sure you meant ...

Quietly sipping her raspberry Italian Soda, Madeleine turned her head in a jerky fashion toward the stairs every time she heard someone begin to ascend them. In the in between ...

Give me something, Give me anything, Just a little pill, a little drink, I’ll take it all, An escape from the pain, Don’t worry, I’ll be OK, Just a little ...

I have no idea what this is. It's just a paragraph. I tried to turn it into a poem at one point, but it just didn't work. So have you ...

Even though I'm 16. *sigh*... I'm, like, corruption incarnat... or something... But I'm just giving you guys the link to this one, since I'm not sure the moderators would be ...

The Sound of Strings strung with the music I am playing notes are wrapped around my fingertips and twining in my hair like moonbeams – shining fresh as raindrops and ...