Young Writers Society

Mirror Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all? Who’s that fat girl that I see always staring back at me? Mirror Mirror, why so cruel? Why my ...

I'm really sorry for the length of this one, I got carried away... Go ahead and pick at it though, I couldn't really divide this into parts for my liking, ...

Note: Just an excerpt of something that is in the tentative stages but I just want to know what you guys think. Does it have potential? I went back and ...

Aged Twenty-Two Years: Melody walked along a riverbed placing each foot carefully in front of the other. After reaching Vermont, Melody had found that there are some distinguishable differences betwee

My stubborn lover, my mistress at heart she coaxes me on when others depart. He sings to me sweet when sorrow would sink in. Oh my dear lover, how our ...

The shadows writhe across the ground And from the sky a fog drifts down Before me lies a dying land. Leafless shrub and thorny grass Rotting trees of ages past ...

A Brief Note: This was written way back in April of 2007 (so a little over a year ago) but I would still like some feedback on it in terms ...

The Jane EffectBy Angel of Death Part 1: Ribbons Elizabeth sauntered across the lush green fields and twirled in the sun's warm breath. Dawn was coming soon, ready to melt ...

This was something I wrote two years ago for a science benchmark. I don't know where I got the idea for it. -------------------------------------------- It felt good to watch over the ...

Okay, this is the next part. I know, a little longer so let me know if you want me to cut stuff out Otherwise, Have Fun Reading! _______________________________________________________________________

Note: This is a story about when my cat died. I was very young and didn't really understand enough to care. On the other hand, my sister cared very much ...

I've deleted this poem. Alicat159

Screaming. Dying echoes of screaming, filling her head with long lost, painful memories of misery and havoc. After the last screams had died out, cold air playing with her hair, ...

Reality today is never quite just as it seems; Naught is left but masquerades and piles of broken dreams. Faced with world’s conformity, it’s often “do or die”. Men have ...

First completed poem since grade 7. Go ahead, rip it apart =) “Log6 + Log8?” This is our language of cut threads and slipped loops and willing violation. “Log48.” “Lies.” ...