Young Writers Society

Welcome home New Jersey To another rainy day Splattered sidewalk cement Skies weary, splattered gray People wander on the streets While thinking where to go They dawdle, trying to defeat ...

Bubble Bath Surprises 3-1-06 Some days, I feel like failure– tar bubbles in slimy asphalt, and I try to fly over it, but instead sink into my dirty goo. And ...

Sorry guys not an action chapter of the boatman, more of a transitional chapter, I arnt sure whether I like the first scene but oh well. Chapter 4 is a ...

Wiil I be good enough ? I wonder every day. Could my life be perfect, as I wish it could? Would I get up one day, and hear myself say, ...

I wrote this last year, but I thought I'd post it to give everyone an idea of what kind of poet I am. Critque is welcome and appricated. Cold I ...

The mountain stretched high above him, seeming to issue a dim challenge. Climb me, it whispered from somewhere within the deep recesses of the stone. Climb me… The boy glanced ...

There is a treasure, Such as no other. With something inside That cannot be measured... Emralds of Chance, Garnets of honesty. Diamonds and Rubies, And pearls and Amethysts. Gold of ...

Bloodshot eyes cracking open, From severe lack of sleep, I cannot think for the life of me, And I may be in too deep. How I'm staying awake to write ...

The little secrets seemed so big to us, And playing with dolls didn't seem so dumb, But all that was before your senseless fuss, Before reality became so numb. Remember ...

The mountains were topped with layers of white snow. Around them the grasslands swayed in the morning breeze. The sun was high in the sky by now, its yellow rays ...

The day was perfect, the sun was bright, the sky so blue with wisps of fluffy clouds. You would have though you walked into a painting. It was just like ...

Okay, this is a thread co-created by Myself and DQ. We have decided that there will be rules for those wishing to join. We are both sick of having stories ...

A blue mustang pulled up into the driveway of a two story house with a biege roof. A woman inside with long brown hair took her keys out of the ...

Song of Chief After seeing One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest Laughter is written on the windows—insanity drunk and swinging at night—ornaments on a sad tree—liquor in the hearts of ...

This is rated PG-13 for the story content and topic. (It is then rated R when the story comes to chapter 10. You've been warned.) I'm open for critique. There ...