Young Writers Society

I wrote this early in the morning, I think it's my most creative time, or maybe I was just tired and confused...*shrug* I don't share my poetry... well, today would ...

Momentum I’ve laced my shoes and slouched my socks And hit the pavement, Jogging. I’m not warmed up; I’m not prepared, And yet I’ve started Running. I’ve reached the crest; ...

I know what you're thinking...."oh God ANOTHER ONE!?" Well that's right--the third incarnation of my random story--this one will be revolving around Kat's brother Max, god of Rock. King Max, ...

8-28-05 (The Most Poetic Day I Shall Ever Live) If I live to be two thousand long years old, then never shall I forget the rareness, awe, and sure, pure ...

It's hard to see the light when you stare into countless shadows, hidden behind the facade, a veil of drunken voices and a chorus that impounds your heart - move ...

His name was Joseph Jeremiah Miller. His nursery had been painted blue, with childlike, cartoon images of Noah’s Ark filling the wallpaper borders and shelves. His white crib had been ...

This reads like an acid trip, I sort of like it. Last stanza especially is quite evocative.

(This is just a brief scene with a character who came to me in the middle of spin class. It isn't really a story yet, but its a start) Affirmations ...

This is the script the group I was in for GCSE drama had to use for our practical exam. Re-reading it I can see why I got the grade I ...

Part III We trudged on, and I begin to get impatient. Why on earth did I ever agree to come down here? I think to myself, clenching my jaw and ...

Darkness covers all of me. Its like whenever I move I Kill something, I hurt something. Its just like theres a shadow over me. Controling everything I do, Everything I ...

This is something i just recently started. (same day as the post, but much earlier.) Well, have fun reading this and tell if you liked it or not. ******************************************************

First off i was a current member but sinces its been awhile iam know known as AngelBaby88, my old was little dreamer...I have a new story i hope to finish...its ...

Blank Paper (aka Writers Block) down in the dark where ideas lurk like twisting steamy vapours amidst cold trees; there you will find me sitting alone and wondering at a ...

Author’s Note: There has been much debate as to who started the mess, and what happened, even after many years. I am only a storyteller, a poor one at that, ...