Young Writers Society

Sometimes you have to scream jut to hear your own thoughts, lifted up in a storm of voices. Scream so that God and the whole world can hear you when ...

This is my first (and more than likely - only) piece of poetry on here... Goin' Nowhere Light above, Fire below, Where d’yah think, I’m gonna go? Pee dot, Ess ...

Chapter One I once thought I knew fantasy. I knew what a necromancer was, I could say all the Harry Potter spells backwards and forwards. I understood the effects of ...

Again with the Peter Pan metaphors. Oh well. Rip it to shreds. I want it fixed. ~~ Lost I wandered once the endless streets Empty eyed and soulless Broken-hearted Missing…something ...

It has it's problems, I want you guys to read it and fix them. This is my first in a loooong while, so go easy...but not too easy! I don't ...

ok, im new, and this is just a current script that i'm workingon, still unedited though, and it gets a bit violent and all at the end, hence the PG ...

The days disappear. Together, they form just about three months. Three months without you. I feel as if it happened a year ago, But also as if I saw you ...

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meandering through the hidden pathways of middle class education and pathetic adolescent emotions and treading upon the forgotten lives and ideas of countless silenced prophets. magenta outlines of bl

friday night was just like that wet night, our last in paris. i hung onto Simon's arm, half-heartedly walking next to him under his umbrella, when the rain was flying ...

I had the dream again… I got out of bed. There were blood and tears on the pillow again. I knew that I probably looked horrible, so I got up ...

Here's my story: It was happening again...the dream... I remember, it was a dark day, the darkest anyone had seen in a while. It was unusual even for this place. ...

Hell [was] carved into her head bloody red and puffing but her dappled smile reminded me otherwise of her innocence and [her] grossly unaimed fault of sugarapologies words are just ...

how many times do you need to make me think i'mclose before you blow___me away again i keep playing with words and scrunched up pieces of paper but you've never ...

blood spreads across the linoleum and i fight to find tears the stains in the satin are showing in your face. your closed-eyes say, "it is finised." i loved you ...