Young Writers Society

I rised my head. Something is different in the usually disguisting late at night city environment. Precious blinking blue leaves are soothly travelling through the poluted air. They are trembling ...

The one cries, No one hears her. It's no suprise, They just don't listen...they never do. On the inside she bleeds. Her spirit is dead. She is striving for something... ...

all the kids bully me cause of my snout and furry nose , at play time i roam around sniffing people hoping that this action will score me a friend ...

When Joan, Randy, and Jennifer decided to go scuba diving that day, they never thought they'd find Michigan. There it was, just sitting there at the bottom of Lake Michigansea. ...

In Adini there lived a cat and a mongoose They were both fascinated by shoes One dark night They were about to fight But were trampled by a moose on ...

OK, so this is something I'm writing partly for my shrink and partly for myself, Its not finished yet and all names have been changed, just cause the shrink suggested ...

Okay, so a couple of my roomies are recording some song for a friend of theirs in GarageBand, when they come across the sickest beat ever. Naturally, sick beats inspire ...

Look at me! I’m your puppet I sing and dance And play my clarinet Just for you, my darling Because, as you can plainly see I need you to be ...

I just started this hope you like it. I ran towards my mother. It had registered in my mind just then that my father was not going to rise from ...

I wrote this in Creative Writing, it is formatted in a form called Sestina. It’s simple, but challenging. Each stanza is 6 lines, and the last word of each line ...

Extreme Perspire Conspire At midnight Don’t breathe It’s too late Bitterness Is done for In the salty sea Of sugary Delight

Sleek and thin Like horse hair on a violin Flowing and drowning in matrimonial bonding A bickering mess of music makers Willing girls with savvy smiles Tracing their way to ...

And it hurts Like sex on Tuesdays Mints from down the road Chewing on pencils Found in an abandoned hallway Poisoned nails that dig into your own skin Rapturing, capturing ...

I cannot feel your pain; I guess I am too happy. Don't tell me what I say, Is "totally sappy". If you have a problem, With who I am, That's ...

(A small poem) November Light November light, you’re trying to fit in A place where nobody knows your name November light, look around You don’t belong here Can you see ...