Young Writers Society

All these poets and fiction authors ever write about is love. Poems about love are cliché, but then again, poems about how cliché love is, they’re cliché. Could it be ...

A rainbow was spread wide across the sky. Little Clara looked at the rainbow, her eyes full of amazement. "There's a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow." ...

The old man at the gas station plucked a shaft of the long grass that grew from spaces between the concrete slabs and slid it into one of the spaces ...

Confusion in every thought A life put on the line One heart, recently broken. One heart, recently found. A new connection, waiting to happen? Or an old one, waiting to ...

Okay, so we had to write a poem and share it with the whole team. I however got lazy and didn't write one, so like five minutes before hand i ...

Prologue What’s going on, Galen? Is everything all right? asked Suoh. We never use this part of your cave unless it's an emergency. Yes, yes, everything’s fine, Galen rumbled deep ...

I am dramatically bored, put your hands on my forehead, it's heated under your fingertips. Hear the monotonous tones that mean to shape my life, can you see my disinterest? ...

Chapter 3- Prophecy and Punishment A solitary cloud began drifting towards the moon. As it entered the path of light, darkening the clearing, the cats below began to panic. Like ...

The sunlight peeked through the blinds and streamed into Arnold’s eyes. He stirred, waving at the sunlight as if it were a physical entity. If it weren’t for his cell ...

(Author's Note: I apologize for the shortness, but I am working on the second part ASAP) Chad burst in just then, “Hey, guys. I gotta go. I need to make ...

He wouldn’t stop crying. He was so sad. I had to go help him. I walked into my parent’s bedroom and saw him sitting on the floor crying in his ...

David ran and ran, thinking of nothing and no one. “What had changed?” this one thought was ringing in his head. Without Stephen he didn’t want to go on, he ...

NOTE TO READERS: This is a poem about my recent minor anxiety attack. I am slowly feeling the need to be diagnosed, but my mother doesn't believe in mental disorders, ...

Standing still, wondering if it’s life or death. Hoping a lot, on every single breath. Wishing for peace, freedom, and happiness Yet in so much pain from all the distress. ...

So this was a class project, write a poem containing the media and people. It's due monday so if you guys could give me a little feed back before I ...