Young Writers Society

This is a story about a pickle named Pete and his life in his artists' loft in Dill, British Columbia. A new day dawned and the weather was giving all ...

When I awoke at dawn, it took me a couple of minutes to figure out why I had awaken in the floor without any clothing on and in the arms ...

I blame this all on Thomas, it's all his fault. In class today he was trying to say, My shirt is black: mi camiseta es negra, but instead he said, ...

it all comes to this this is the final stage and i'm through i'm through with your words your torment the way you look at me when i'm praised and ...

For those of you who don't know, slam poetry is poetry that is memerized and then performed before a panel of fellow poet-judges. Its really fun, and full of anger. ...

Innocent I see you, little girl sweet child, baby girl and I watch your small heart breaking- yet again. you’re in my memories, little girl my heart, my dreams, baby ...

Note: This is the first draft of this poem, so any replies regarding how I could make it better would be VERY appreciated! Thanx! (P.S. I can't write poems!) Also, ...

(sorry that the paragraphs aren't indented!) One does not truly believe until they see, and what they see isn't necessarily readily accepted. It's human nature not to fear what we ...

To the weak it's the End. Are you breathing? Then it's not over yet. You're still alive It may hurt like a bitch But you're still breathing right? You're not ...

Thoughts on where to go next might be useful. I got stuck halfway through chapter eleven, where they learn more about what the bad guy is doing. Chapter Eight Into ...

Drowned you were dead and gone before I found you sprawled in a romantic heap on the sand (but still dead). I tried to breathe some love into your darkness ...

The Hard Facts I am convinced now that this world is a terrible place if it has you in it. You with your tearful eyes, your sad farewells, your red-black ...

Journal Meditation Poem 7-19-05 Dead dragonfly, looking sad and deformed in front of me, as though it caught a glimpse of hard, harsh, and confusing life, screamed, and fumed into ...

An Angel Dreamt Her Life 8-22-05 Sexy shadows, blue alien you, (you) are here, at the edge of a lunatic, thrusting into the dark your grandeur bombs. Sexy shadows, red ...

Ying Yang, Inverted 8-21-05 Heavenscape, inverted crossing cross-section views, the people down Houghton’s streets walking and laughing, singing repressing, grinning... emotional turbulence, hellsca