Young Writers Society

... 'Don't worry,' said Til, 'I don't know where I'm going.' He sat beneath the park elms and stared at the sky, light spotting his face, silvered like the tree ...

I touch, I feel the adrenaline through my fingers Every press, every skip, every step on the pedal I dance, I twinkle my body warmth creates; In my soul, an ...

The Llama stood in the middle of the field. It was a very nice day, with the sun shining brightly down on the field. Anikyru stared at the Llama with ...

Hey ho everyone! I just got the acceptance letter for this piece today from the editor of Skipping Stones. I wrote this in 8th grade, so I just wanted to ...

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Heaven Isn’t Everything Even through infinity, There are impossibilities. And because we killed eternity, God brought us to our knees. But heaven isn’t everything, It’s the people on earth that ...

Forever Isn’t Long Enough Tell me why you’re here, And then I’ll disappear. It took awhile for me to see, Why you always prayed for me. Forever isn’t long enough, ...

Reams of papers, covered in darkling texts, they scream. Two people bound by matrimony, divided by ten thousand going to war - how long until one will become half by ...

Hello again friends, I'm back. I wrote a short poem and I feel like sharing it. I posted it on my blog but I think I'll get more feedback over ...

I played cricket once. A very long time ago. When John hadn't been born and we still lived in Salisbury, in the duplex. The one time I held a cricket ...

This book is done in first-person, through Lyric's eyes, as her sister declines in a mental illness. Summer, has always been strange, but when they move to the city to ...

To God I’m sorry, But it’s like a star falling in day… And God, I still don’t know how to say, I’m sorry, But death will take me soon… And ...

Introduction Everything that I have done to myself has been a result of her actions. All of my injuries and mutilations that I’ve directed towards myself… It is all because ...

I Don’t Want To She thinks that she loves nightmares, And once I almost died. Because she kills the dreamers, And screams back that I lied. I don’t want to ...

Never There’s nothing I can say to you… And there’s nothing I can do. There just can’t be a single dream, That I can place for you… There’s everything they ...