Young Writers Society

Note: This is complete satire, and as such, is not meant to be taken seriously in any way shape or form. The Death of BieberThe scariest thing I’ve ever done,is ...

The Bitter Pain She tries to stay away from him, He tries to make her close. But she purges every memory, While for him they matter most. The memories ...

You say that I don’t lie,But can’t you see?I’m innocent you say,But I just don’t care.You are the one who, you think, I’m worried about;Can’t you see that I’m scared,For ...

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Hi everybody! This is my first chapter in the new novel I'm writing called "Under the Starry Sky." It's about a young 14 year old girl who has a little ...

Cassidy and I are frienimies. I first met her sophomore year, the same year I met Tyler (just a little later), and from the beginning I was super jealous of ...

Hey guys! This is my first shot at posting on here. This is a short poem I wrote called "True Freedom." Part of it was written a long, long time ...

The men shout as the storm brews inSome of their foots connect with my shinI can’t understand whyI couldn’t move because of the song travelling through the sky The rain ...

All things were quiet,living in such a swirling whisper. I was carried by the wind.Not a single tear could fallamong such rose petals.When it began to rain.I was struck by ...

Siren on your rocky crop,With your silken feet resting onvain sediment and subservient ocean weed;Your voice beckons to them,Calls them to you with it's dulcet, Assuring rhythms.Them on their once ...

So this is my pathetic attempt at poetry. For obvious reasons, I don't write poetry very often, so please nail me on the format. I wrote this for a family ...

Please critique it to shreds! I'm just starting poetry and really want to improve.Can you catch a falling star in your hand?Can your thin fingers keep a hold of the ...

Night on the AtlanticAll quiet on the Atlantic,people all so frantic.Into the deep of the cold,a punishment for the bold.They said she was unsinkable,the mere concept unthinkable.On a quiet Atlantic ...

This probably isn't really poetry. It's more a speech than anything. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.How do we define the word, 'life'? Is it just the period between birth and ...

Ring, Ring! Ring, Ring! Do you hear that?That's the sound of little girls digging their own grave.A slender hand lifts the phone from its receiver and brings it to the ...