Young Writers Society

At the age of five, I stared out my first grade window and looked out into the city. Everything was so familiar, but in a new light I saw the ...

Moving in a crowd of faces that know me no further than my name. I can see and hear the laughs, the stories they have to tell, of the "better ...

This song is about this guy I've had a crush on for nearly 3 years nowNah, nah, nah Nah, nah, nahNever will you see the day when I will be ...

And she was the sunshine of my morningA cloud of love floating byshe looked up to the heaven one dayAnd heard Him say:'It's time to come home.' - All 4 ...

Spoiler! : I got an inspiration to write a story based on the movie, I am Legend. It was an epic movie and I loved it. I just hoped that ...

Imagine me and youon a ship,on a broken wooden mass;we float.The waves, which tossand turn our hope,would stopand we would findourselves aloneas we, just you and I.Thunder and rain areacross ...

Spoiler! : Edited Every gaze was glued to tepid food,or the firm phalli hidden underneath,that chained us to our chairs,for fear of exposure.The awkward asphyxiation -like pretending not to noticepare

Thirteen days to go,Thirteen birthdays past,Thirteen years lived,Thirteen bottles of pills,Thirteen times visited.~Thirteen minutes to live,Thirteen bags of blood,Thirteen needles inserted,Thirteen va

Haha, I started this in my head on a walk, then quit about where I say Spoiler! : forget this. , In case you couldn't tell. XD It amuses me, ...

Spoiler! : Okay, so I wrote this as a challenge for the writers' group I'm in with my mom and a bunch of very nice old people. We were supposed ...

My HiroPrologue: He was running out of time. I was uncontrollable, inconsolable. I was the mess I feared becoming again and yet thats exactly what became of me. There was ...

Spoiler! : Kaitlin's and my entry for the poetry pairs contest. I used to think we’d reach heaven when we died.I trusted the stained-glass myths aboutcathedrals and golden clouds and(god)—but ...

Onion Stew (for english class)The South is like a wild onionSweet, but spicy tooPerhaps even a bit bitterSometimes, anywayIf you dress it up in hoop skirts and rosemaryYou might mistake ...

Hello writers, I composed this work spontaneously, and want to have my writing style criticized. Please be honest about things you like or hate about my prose. Try to refrain ...

Maryann was walking to the near by Shop Mart, deciding whether or not she should get a new vacuum cleaner. Knowing her OCD would eventually take over her mind she ...