Young Writers Society

this blood wants to be free instead of ever-sluicing in my veins. it hates the dullness, the monotony. so, i am only relieving it, letting it drain. it bites and ...

Here's a random scene I'll be writing on the spot, hope you enjoy it. COMMENTS/CORRECTIONS ENCOURAGED Yurok the Waywatcher pulled his cloak low over his face and gazed out from ...

13 + for language, violence, and sesuality much later in the story Well, this would be my first story thread...but I can't get to my story right now. Here's a ...

One day I counted you friend The next you were my foe All because of a few words Cool stares in my direction Cruel words behind my back I better ...

This is about two guys I know. I'd like some constructive critism. Thanks. Vulnerability shones in those baby blues You must be wondering if I care what you have to ...

We are total opposites, Nothing do we share, So why is it that.. In my dreams last night, You were suddenly there? I tell myself I’m crazy, That an “us” ...

The phone rang, and she rolled out of bed in order to glance at the caller ID. It was him, and within seconds, she was wide awake and ecstatic. Her ...

I walk down the Hall Of one hundred mirrors. In each one I see a different face staring back at me even though they're all the same In one,who I ...

Democracy ‘Let the fight begin’ the leaders cry ‘For a better nation for Australians to live in!’ There are tears of relief as a man is sentenced to the ward ...

I wasnt sure where to put this one, but being sick of putting stuff in "Other" I posted it here. It doesnt actually have a title. I cant think of ...

Written at the Wizard's Chest (the greatest store in existence). Not profound, perhaps, but I like it. language of impossible machines the sound she flies like bliss to be truth, ...

Again, I dont know where this came from. It started out as something completely different. And the commas are gone. Thought-Blossoms To say that I think too much Would grossly ...

As I lie amidst the seaweed on a beach of mournful sighs, I find that I am drowning in other people's tears. Shall I cry too? And mix my tears ...

-Some body congratulate me on my longest poem yet!- How can she sit there laughing, at the TV screen? While I sit here crying, slowly dying. Wondering if I’ll ever ...

This is a short piece I wrote after seeing a TV programme about the first of the Bali bombings. I wondered what on earth could drive a person to be ...