Young Writers Society

Self-Immolationfor those who gave their lives in antiwar protestsI wonder if I could ever feel so strongly about a causethat I would be willing toset myself on fire for it.I ...

Headless WisdomThere, that tall headless stone,hand still out, receiving,where sculptor’s hand mocked, and heart has fled,a life never really lived, yet watchingfrom above, ruling the citylonger tha

I was running around my room in a rush, trying to find my IPod touch. It couldn't be that hard to find, I thought, My room is empty. It is ...

Cathleen's arrival at the Legion Headquarters

General Cyrus's lungs burned with fire as sprinted toward a convoy of over a dozen Humvees and tanks. He lowered his shoulders in determination, leaving the screams of the dying ...

This is the prologue. I came up with this really quickly and I don't know if I should hold on to it or not, but I know for sure it ...

Verse: At one instant I thought about what I should write. I picked up the pen and wondered why. Should I write a letter to you? or perhaps a poem? ...

God, I really have no idea how to start these sorts of things. Do I introduce myself first, and then go from there? Or just throw you into the thick ...

Decided to try my hand at poetry if the nonsensical sort. This particular poem was inspired by the Jabberwocky.Alabee un alladay andFerry speckle schooYoung red rose from the deadWith a ...

You left me four months ago I was broken and you shattered me You told me you loved me so,Here you are in my memoryWhat do you want? Why dont ...

this actually happened to me! Please comment! silently serenading,we dance.even though we are surroundedby people,it seems as ifwe are alone.I look upembarrassed,but your easygoing smilebrings me back

Down by a river with a medieval nameLike Past Regrets or Doom,I stare at the reflection ofMy same hollow eyes and queasy smileAnd mud-brown angry brokenness.“You’re ugly,” I whisper-shout, scowl

Hello everyone. I have another story. This one is also an original work, this one focuses on a mischeivous little boy that one day finds a magic marker. He uses ...

"Emily"he said.Though he was talking to me. "Emily"he said.Through faded eyesthat could not seebehindthe invisibility."Emily"he saidto me,and I just fell apart"Emily"he said.Some things are meant tobe

Keylee sat bolt upright. She was sitting on a stool in her father's office. Duke Simeon Patrolled her around, tapping a birch switch against his thigh."The de Moncutan family are ...