Young Writers Society

Last night my heart just saidMy soul screamed to be deadAnd I just went to bedMy mind is still not hereIts lost in memories thereDeath's not now a big dareLife ...

*This short piece was inspired by the painting "The Dead Poet Borne By A Centaur" by Gustave Moreau* It was a sad sunny day. For a day as sad as ...

Look at you, in your dear perfection.I want to be just like you.I want to be a star,Noticed by others. Seen everyday.Spreading a smile across their faces at one glance.I ...

This was origionally the second part of a two-part into, but I noticed that it was a little long for a YWS post, so I broke it into two shorter ...

For Hannah's Contest. Painting by Paul Cezanne.the sky is that coldest shade of blue – a cloudless washbasinand the river has broken up into continents and gulfs of ice. the ...

late summer in saltillo valley and the cotton fields spoof andsprawl, and all you can see for miles are the clean, unpicked boles – white and purse-lipped as newly declared ...

Water like a drop of fireHot and bright and keen like fireFloating down and scorching snowLooking down, can’t let this goPain skin-deep and ache withinDrowning in this sullied sin Cuts ...

This is what i have wrote so far... my mum read a bit of it and i guess there's work that needs doing. but hope you like what i've done ...

TWO ‘Why did you not reply last night?’ Alana was off on one of her rampages again. I wasn’t listening. Again. I was concentrating on my feet as we trudged ...

Here is part two of "Out of control".Enjoy!------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Should we go see how Lucy is?” a voice laughed. I knew that vo

Chapter 1Every night, Dreico liked to contemplate how his day had gone. He slept well only if he had the satisfaction of having done something useful. This day, he hadn’t ...

I have never tried this style of poetry. I'm usually quite the rhymer. This is about my grandmother.Rip me to shreds, please. A pile of bones is talking to me,blinking.Intelligence ...

It was the chocolate chip cookies. It was always the chocolate chip cookies. Why is it that the tastiest of foods are always the worst for you? A question that ...

What I saw in eyes so empty,when soon I would be made full,Was a blessing, that I'd be destined to forsake.With every change in pace, I'd find the same rock.With ...

Sorry if this is too angst-y, depressing, whiny or whatever. I don't like this piece of work either. What's in a name? - William ShakespeareAll truth passes through three different ...