Young Writers Society

The sun crept over the forested green landscape, illuminating the few dark, damaged buildings nestled there between two steep grassy hills. An eerie silence had settled over the small trade ...

The bard leaned in over the table, eager for the tale, everseeking stories of adventure for his retelling. The elder gnome patiently sipped his mead, playing off the excitement of ...

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I sat in the corner of my classroom. I was like every other 2nd grader, stupid. I slowly stood up and trotted toward my stout teacher. "Umm, I think Genevieve ...

The playground hummed with the rhythm of jump ropes hitting the ground. “A- one, a-two, baby got loose, better skip jump, girl, he’s coming for you.” The girls weaved in ...

Kill it. ~~~~~ Lights Girl stands alone. Up, she looks to a noise. No. Lights up. Boy stands with girl, center. He looks left, she looks right. They face one ...

i dream of a man whose hopes never end of love that wont cost a sweet bitter sin flames that dont dim no pieces to be glued or tightening the ...

Snoink wrote:Gah... you have such a dry tone. Why can't you be angsty and overdramatic like everyone else? Just for you, m'dear. ENDINGS Look out your world escapes, between the ...

Sleeping Along the Roadside 12-26-05 Tangle me up and we’ll slide Temple dreams and fragrant blankets echoes of a lost place peaceful reactions, explosions, and weeping from highway to highway ...

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Requiem They hate me, why? What I do I try hard to please them, But to no avail. They never wanted me; I realize that now Why they hate me? ...

Flurry Undo the dreams of my night Touch me to make me feel I live Hold me so that I can cower In the radiance that only time could weave. ...

The incense of your body slides over my face. So I lean back and feel it Would you caress me with your chivalry? Fooled by your politician’s smile, your voice ...

an attempt at a new style of poetry. bleed me blue opium bleeds me blue so blue. did you feel it’s raining snowy splinters of glass? this has shaken us ...

* * * Bound for Glory: Our Brethren Jessica Bruce April 5, 1764 – Boston, Massachusetts - Pass the sugar, please * * * * "Samuel!" a deep voice bellowed ...