Young Writers Society

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I took my first step, And you weren’t there. I graduated kindergarten, And you weren’t there. I beat up a boy for kissing me, And you weren’t there. I was ...

The best season of the year is summer Homework and test are a thing of the past When summer’s over it is a bummer Looking forward to cool pools and ...

Winter is not the same, When you aren't here, I know I cannot be here to blame. The Christmas lights are gleaming, But,they look duller this year, And I don't ...

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“What is your name?” the policeman asked me. “My name is Alisa Johnson, sir.” The policeman stared at me and thought that I was just another 17 year old runaway. ...

Hi, I am Hamper Snamper and I'd like to tell you about what happened to my grandson Humpety Dumpety. Well, it all started about when he was apprenticed to a ...

CHAPTER ONE THE LETTER Caroline’s glass flew through the air, crashing into the TV. She was in a very bad mood at the moment. She was always in a bad ...

Can you see How the days have all just changed Like a kindly face you used to know That has turned away. Call to me Call in the children from ...

Dave awoke, but didn’t open his eyes. You’re not awake until you open your eyes, he told himself. Just go back to sleep. He couldn’t, though. His consciousness was returning ...

The Red Road Home Prologue Doors that had remained sealed for decades were heaved open. Etched against the burning white daylight stood the silhouette of a man. Before him light ...

Haha, I can hear your thoughts now. "Wow, what a title!" This poem was written for a homework assignment for English. It was supposed to be a personification poem and ...

Would this go in Historical Fic.? I doubt it, but feel free to move it, mods. The protest was a vast sea of anti-war signs and multicolored clothing. The air ...

Camille. I don't know what I would do without you. Probably nothing at all. I would be lonely. With no true buddy to explore the swamps and woods with. To ...

Hello, Hel. Read this in bathroom stalls and shopping malls, aloud (it's meant as much for them as you). Existence not so much existential as exit-bent Simply put, ---Freud's a ...