Young Writers Society

They say there’s gold beyond the rainbow, Beyond the liquid crystals. I say our minds are driven, Driven by our wicked sight. I’ve seen beyond the rainbow, It's colored black ...

This is how you feel the flow of fire, as it pulls you taut and graceful in stadium lights. Blare down at the brass instruments, bellowing the final tidal note ...

Face paint makes our show that of inkblots. Tossing sabers and fire, talent burns the grass bare As we are behind circus curtains clandestine. Overtime, every pore erupts in sweat ...

Andy (Nature's Inexorable Imperative) Machines are worshipped because they are beautiful, and valued because they confer power; they are hated because they are hideous, and loathed because they impose

A poem I had written when I was going through a few issues with myself, and then had decided to present it to my band in the form of lyrics. ...

Today I read the Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels. I must say that my leaning towards this part of the Left over the past few years has ...

Here is one of my oldest works of genius. I did not post it previously because I wanted to make sure such talent could be properly appreciated here. Well, I ...

4: Happy Birthday It was Sunday morning and I was once again running low on clean clothes. So I hauled my laundry bag to the laundry room for the second ...

Written for my boring English class. Bite me. A small jingle from the bell mounted atop the door frame announced my entry into EB Games. Brian, the massive Mr. Incredible ...

Hey ppl. I wrote this in the Creative Writing section of a previous exam. Now my most important exams are coming up, this friday. Was wondering if I should redo ...

Don't let the title fool you. Tony is a genius. A total and complete genius who know everything there is to know about anything ever and then some. Even more ...

Prologue Once, in a far off place, there was a forest. Except, this wasn’t any average forest. Nope, this was a special place, a magical place. This place was full ...

One day I will learn to find Times New Roman as beautiful as the words I set down. I. You bleed fiber under a sweaty sun, perspiration dribbling from heavens ...

Chicago, IL 2006 Tzipporah Cardoza was helping her mother clear the table from the meal during their passover seder as quickly as possible, so they could finish the rest of ...

Unspoken words, a thousand to think of, each chinks of ice thinning my blood; Steel souls form diadems, flavored saccharine. But as useless as the space between our heartbeats, I ...