Young Writers Society

There is no dialog in here, it varies between first and thrd, and may be slightly confusingm but bear with me, tell me what you think. I sat there, quietly, ...

I started to read this on a train station in Leeds, I glanced at the cover and sighed. Hemingway. I read the Fisherman and the Sea a few years ago, ...

This story contains strong sexual language and innuendo. It would probably be rated R, but all things considered its pretty innocent. Doki-doki Cassidy Timberland - to me, the name said ...

Ok, writing poems is not my strong point, I'm not that good at them but I want to improve, so feel free to voice any suggestions about this poem. War ...

Ok, this is kindof a random short story, I wrote it when I was back at school and have improved it slightly now but it's still kinda weird and a ...

Wait a sec - was this it? I drift away through honey There is music in my ears Smiles plastered on a heart That used to wear my tears I’m ...

Note: This story may contain inappropiate language for children under the age of 13. Parental supervision is suggested! - Nate This story is an assignment. it was given to me ...

Nervous and tense outside.But inside there is peace,An oasis of hope for a thirsty soul.Like a butterfly suspended on a petal.Outside, eyes pricked for any sign of danger.But inside, peaceful ...

You. You planted the ember of white-hot anger inside me. You fanned it to life, Feeding it with an almost imperceptible breeze. Slowly, the fire grew. Now it is a ...

I drifted deeper and deeper into my soul. Folds of it swept over me, Rocking me softly to sleep. As I loitered on the edge of consciousness, I thought I ...

I was experimenting with structure here, and the result was something very...odd. Unfortunately the forum wont let me post it like it's intended to be written - it reads better ...

I wrote this at midnight last night, after one of those thoughts that sometimes resolves itself into a poem around the witching hour. Its not brilliant, but I like the ...

No One Is a nobody But not everyone Is a somebody. And I dedicate this poem, For the ones who killed, At Columbine High School.

November 11, 2004-- Dear E, Ah, my mind is racing. Split. Confused and yet certain of this one thing. I feel like just rubbing up against something, rubbing off this ...

Has anyone read any books by Terry Pratchet? He's written lots. I've read some. I thought they were funny and intertaining. What do other people think?