Young Writers Society

Please don't turn this into a discussion on the philosophies of war. I am a pacifist, and that's all you need to know about my thoughts. I just want to ...

jetlag poetry touche (exit) I keep this gun in the bible you gave me it chases my demons down deep alleyways ending in surreal gun fights that always feature a ...

My daddy still grabs my arm as we're walking along the road and a car plunges forth through the embroidered night. He may be an old black shoe, but I ...

Enjoy todayPersue tomorrowCherish yesterday Grinning everyday behind your back, watching your soft ears turn bright pink, someone once compared you to a lump of red clay. Was it me? I ...

Please stay nearby You know I try To not let your memory Pass me by Do not cry Let me die Just hold my hand And say goodbye No need ...

Yes, because it's called perception. Am I right? Am I right!? And, for lack of feedback, I end with that.

This is a very short start but I'm sure it will give enough explination of what's going on. "It is almost time for ... The end. The end of the ...

Jack Lafayette just stood there wide-eyed and appalled. I could see it in his eyes. I recall that the other men in the room stood there in wonder of why ...

Chapter Two: Kidnapping Complete Renee: The bus pulled to a stop as Budd said, “okay everybody out." We all exchanged glances of confusion, but none of us daring to move. ...

hey guys, I´m in Salamanca, Spain right now. Sitting in an internet cafe at a comp with a crappy keyboard with missing tilethingies. jetlag poetry the onset of a jetlag ...

It all changed the night you cut your hair, when you opened a portal to make-up and low-cut designer tops. Crossing your legs, hands in pockets, newfangled music. It gave ...

Chapter Six Arrival The long, six-hour drive could not have passed by more slowly, and Emily hated every minute of it. She tried to stay quiet, wanted it to pass ...

I'm not even sure I like this. I was just trying something new. Theres an incredibly abstract idea behind this too, which I probably can't explain in a way that ...

Here are some of the many books I am planning on reading: War Between the Pitiful Teachers and the Splendid Kids by Stanley Kiesel Up on Cloud Nine by Anne ...

It is in all of us and it lurks and it searches for you... And it's always there and it watches you while you sleep as the hands on the ...