Young Writers Society

He struck my heart, he struck my heart badly.His glimmering eyes and sunshiney smile, the warmth you feel when he's around. I am beneath him, I am too young. I'm ...

Lately I've been thinking about my past and some pretty painful things have come up... That, on top of alot of stress, have made life... well... not so great. Anyway, ...

There are legends, countless legends that tell of the consumption of the planet by the infinite god inspired power of the Elites. They tell of men of valor, the great ...

this is a first draft - please go here: Freewrite 16.03.06 Acrobat Maddie looked to her feet, her sore, muddy feet. Grabbing the hose from the front porch, she switched ...

It's always sou'east by south by our navigation; crossing the waves that clatter our fragile bow. Aloft the battered hulk, we stand hand-in-hand and fly footloose in the malicious winds, ...

Swallowing our ribbons When we gather Decorative and verdant We are eating laughter Tonight the air is high-drifting Between us the space is rifting We will be tongue twisting By ...

These feelings are to hard to keep in So much dishonesty, deciet, denial. Is it really worth lies and me committing a sin, when so much is at stake? Perfect, ...

Lost In Yours I lost my hand in yours and we walked the same old route, lost my hand like it’s not been lost before, as we spoke of lake ...

"Poem to xantham gum" was shockingly wonderful! Felt like something I would have read a hardened expatriate American romance poet write....definitely love it.

Grif sat quietly in his room. His room was large: it held several book cases, a dresser, his desk, and his bed with enough room to do any number of ...

Micheal Seamus Patrick O'flannigan Sean McMurphy had a very long name. Why am I bothering telling you this? You can see for yourself. Anyway Micheal Seamus Patrick O'flannigan Sean McMurphy ...

*We were supposed to write a childhood piece for writer's craft, and here's mine. It's not the best thing I've written, but that's alright. Crits are welcomed and needed!* For ...

Maybe you will understand love poetry When you’re caught in Sunday rains with me Alone, though, we were on our way To the fabled, distant red-rosed Paris We could petal ...

This sickening secret is too much to take Every time I'm around him, I am acting fake. You've lied and cheated, and unfairly involved me But this situation has really ...

Whilst sitting under a tree In the dark of a night After a thinking spree I regrettably tried to Write a sonnet But since I had A bee in my ...