Young Writers Society

I haven't had much experience with poetry but I am starting to enjoy it. Any critique would be great. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The wind

Smirking, I walked out of Chad’s house, lugging my bags behind me. Eric was there, waving to me from the driver’s seat of his SSC Aero TT—way cooler than the ...

Strangers’ Meeting It’s funny how Fate works in unfathomable ways. Just a few days ago I met a man whose path I’d fallen into the day before. He was checking ...

Painted Phenomenon Beauty was never a choice, Love was never to be. For I was born to be a monster, Scarred as nothing but defeat. I hide behind this painted ...

That Night I have not come to the lake to confess my sins. For that night was the first and the only time we would ever be full of joy. ...

Chapter one: The side show It was nine years since then. Adeline was walking towards the ticket booth pitifully trying to evade the crowd. Shoving her aside like a forgotten ...

It glares into the corners, thrusting their contents into view. The bare ones it discovers, and lights up all their flaws. It thrusts its glowing fingers into cringing faces, whose ...

Once upon a time there was a boy named Iitsuka Sorana II (Eats/Kah_Soh/Rah/Nah). His father, Iitska Sorana I, was the King of a place named Kuushiika (Koo/Sh/Kah). When Iitsuka was ...

After a week off school David decided that he should finally return, with his new sense of confidence and his mother support he thought school should be no problem. Well ...

*Left now*

[pre]On Monday morning, I woke up in a hole. I am farmiliar with the hole. It happened sometimes. I could always tell as soon as my eyes opened. The hole ...

[pre]When the night's deep And the air sings a different symphony I walk along the riverside With some soulful melodies playing in me On nights like these when i have ...

Exam Blues The sun outside is blazing yellow, but my inside walls are grey. Footsteps and temples pounding, clocks ticking time away. This isn’t how I imagined life, scrambling for ...

Magnificent mansions, fast cars, exotic holidays and loneliness – doesn’t this paint a clichéd image to you? For many people winning the lottery is a dream. A life without financial ...

“You’re Eric?” I asked. Eric nodded, stepping over the threshold, “And you’re Calix, I assume. Steven told me about your situation.” His voice was smooth, velvety; the voice of an ...