Young Writers Society

I feel like something is missing. As many crits as possible please, I am very open-minded about this one. Editing suggestions in as we go along I’ve never felt as ...

OOPS! I was in such a hurry to post this on Friday so I could get a few critiques by Monday that I didn't realize that I posted the old ...

The artist scuplts her a set of cherub lips, two handfuls of breasts and twists her locks with gritted stone. He sets her in a garden; a fountain splashing ghosts ...

The Daemon’s Bride He works, shaping and crafting my future happiness with His tools of science. I watch, a foul smile on a foul face. She will be like me, ...

A cryptogram drained by empty spaces Heaps of dots; its only taste of ink Collusion between confusion -A pen, a scrap of paper- Sweat grieves on your forehead, The clock ...

Chapter 1: I'm feeling very urban right now. I'm standing here in front of our new house in New York City watching the cab from the airport drive off and ...

I stand here and watch the busybodies. Electric doors, street vendors, warm exhaust fumes choke the passersby. Mistletoe boughs climb street poles and Santa’s bell rings lightly. I stand and ...

You drank, You hit, You yelled, You cried... You swore, You spent, You wasted, You dealed... You loved, You lived, You stayed, You knew... You hissed, You beat, You stomped, ...

When I graduated Junior High, I remember telling myself I’d be the same, Crazy and fun, And full of spunk. When I graduated Junior High, I remember telling myself I’d ...

As the crimson sun set over the hills of Degra, the cool breeze carried the sent of blood across the Plains of Musavia on the Island of Venhue. For on ...

I stop and smile, And think a while, At the things that can not be. Like a homeless man, You see now and then, Trying to find his way. And ...

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self affliction I fear, I crave yet in my heart I know it can't go on everlasting lust I fear, I crave yet in my mind I know it can't ...

My mother I love her she is beautiful, even glowing but her soul is pleading for release her charades hurt I must understand she needs her space My mother has ...

They know not of my age nor do they care the influence of despoliation induces hatred my criminal ravishment permeates through me feelings profound shadows flaunt freedom my hysteria is ...