Young Writers Society

This is my first half-decent poem, so although I appreciate contructive critisism, please keep it constructive and give me a break. Here it is: True Experiences How does it feel ...

I'm not expecting ANYONE to take these seriously, but I was in trouble and bored, so I decided to write some lame haiku's. Most are random objects in my room, ...

She laid there, awake, yet her eyes still closed. Her raven black hair stained the pure white pillow that sat below her head, and the sheets were in a bustle ...

Farsight paused, thinking over what Kauyon just said. Everyone knew he had stopped serving the Greater Good; it was no secret. His pride and greed had torn him away from ...

Ok well, yeah...Just reply to this so I can know how much it sucks. Thanks. I've been in darkness my whole life. Watching monsters and demons pass by. No urge ...

The Crystal Magnolia Park was nearly empty that late afternoon. Few people left to go outside despite the peculiar warmness that had suddenly came after a week of harsh, bitter ...

Regardless of the feather-like masses, the weight seemed consistently heavyThey were once told a conspiracy, one which would fail our once knowngravity. while my belief, rows and downs every source ...

Betwixt the rugged noise and wayward poise .....He struggles to find a story: Borrowed from favourite prose to juxtapose blooms like morning glory. Wait: his brain is caught in two ...

I was lost but never found I wander aimlessly around Never seeking a new home I'm locked away and all alone Who am I? Where do I go? I wish ...

Starting a war and ending it simultaneously, causing a sabotaged mind. Each recto containing; inner bombings, missiles dropping. We anger, struggle, experience- a picture perfect moment- enhanced and

Oh my God. I finished The Burn Journals today, and it was amazing. I highly recomend it to anybody who loves to read. Admittedly it isn't brillient writing, but they ...

He stared at me. "What the hell are you talking about?" I pulled my hands from his grasp and closed my eyes. "I don't want to talk about it, Pat. ...

I was just really bored today. Nothing to do. So I thought, why not write a little something-something. The following might be based on true events, or it might not ...

Those who fight, they try and never give in. always pushing, and forgiving, to those they know. Those who fight, they are my friends. To take my pain, my fault ...

They turned around and saw stone statues. Susan and Lucy gasped at the sight. The Watcher surveyed the area intently and solemnly, examining every detail. She sighed. “They were helping ...