Young Writers Society

I hate you.I’d be offended if that wasn’t mutual.Your eyes are cold, your heart is non-existent.And you’re the direct opposite; annoyingly optimistic.You don’t feel, you shut everybody out.Can

Fruitless, fruitless birch treespantomime cocooning quips.Fruitless, fruitless chineselingers on, on your lips.Blithe, blithe blades of grass waverto the song of brevity.Blithe, blithe rolling hands s

'Round every cornerthere's shadows to dancewith declined offerchance after chance.Wrapped in my fingersmy soul's intertwinedamong pulsed singers,arteries undined.What of the otherswith haulted blood f

*Prologue*The rustling and bustling of the people in the market-place signified the waking of the day. People trundled along with their wares, keeping a tight grip on the reigns of ...

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Hey there! This is an excerpt from a sucky scifi that I wrote a year ago, so don't nitpick or anything like that.Mostly, kids, just enjoy the gruesome hellishness of ...

Once upon a time there lived a boy and a girl who shared a dark past, a grim present and a horrifying future.This is the story of Luca and Jamie, ...

NaPo is done! So, yes, I'd love to improve my poetry and I'd be grateful for your comments! ~~~[i]#1. It's my turnFingers clenched tight across links,oxidized iron bloodying her handsa ...

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Chapter 1: Heroes Aren’t PerfectAnderton, CAMondayPolice Station9:15 P.M.“So, kid, what’s your name?” a burly police officer asks from behind a two-way mirror. “Will. Will Spencer,” the bo

This is one of my lousier poems. My first attempt at a love poem, yes I consider this a love poem, and I would like to now how to make ...

I was on a Greyhound bus on my way to visit my parents. College had been my life for the past half year, but this visit served as a well-earned ...

They meet in a small, sunny café above the metro station. The city moving about them. They stare at each other before the one on the left, the one wearing ...

Winding roads lined with treesglare at me as I drive.I wish their brancheswould reach out and grab me,drag me away from my destination.But they don't.I feel the tires come to ...

She sat across from him and hid her face in her hair, a smile playing across her lips as if he'd told a joke. Yes, this was Derrick, the boy ...