Young Writers Society

for jordan it is here, exploding outwards a tired, foppish consumption, lazy and spreading, like oil leaking from an engine block. a dead star – compressed and blooming out, breaking ...

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Okay this is my first poem, and I'm hoping it isn't as bad as that song I tried to write, well I hope you like it, please read and review. ...

Hi, third part of my prologue! Once I reached the top, I raced back through the corridors that I knew as well as the back of my hand. It was ...

my love its unbelievable, undescribeable , untouchable. just the words to describe you, breath taking, heartbreaking the day i saw you, was unforgettable your tallness makes me feel safe the ...

I know it sucks a lot. Lol my first one. Bahaha I am inspired by Meep(: so you might find mine similar to her. J: JustDance=] E: Edward R: Ron ...

When night eclipses all you know, When darkness obscures what light should show, Know that you are in my sight And I’ll help distinguish wrong from right. My power is ...

*NOTE-this is goes from third person to first person. Just throwing it out there, wanted to see how ya'll liked it. The two girls plopped down on the trampoline, both ...

The Reckers Chapter One Coop. Not much of a name for me, but I liked it. It was my name, my thing. I’d always wanted a more better name that ...

The Reckers Chapter One Coop. Not much of a name for me, but I liked it. It was my name, my thing. I’d always wanted a more better name that ...

(Just something I wrote quickly in health class. Once again, I'm not sure on the punctuation.) A monk meditates in the morning light His smooth arms crossed, refusing to fight. ...

“That weird boy who hangs around John Walker and Hank Young,” that was Glen in a nutshell at high school. Nobody bothered to learn his name back then. Not that ...

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It is still awfully rough but let me know what you all think, please. Of Futility And Shattered Tranquility Rob Newmire walked from his home to his car. It was ...

Warm charcoal against cold white sky Line after line, line, line— This is not a city but a keep And sometimes you have to build walls. Scratch them out on ...