Young Writers Society

DESIGNATED DRIVER Dez, Trina, Kyle, Kevin, and Nigel all friends who loved to party and have fun. Trina being the oldest person in the group possessed her drivers permit, she ...

What was I thinking when I entered Young Writers Society?Hmmm, maybe someone would be nice,Or even say something that would make my day.Maybe show some pity,Or even read what I ...

Lost in a world of chocolate hearts Obviously in love with the boy in her dreams Very much taken with the story in parts Everybody's been there, or so it ...

I watched the sea as it lapped at my feat; projecting a false sense of obedience where it had none. I was deep in thought, pondering what the sea could ...

THE GREAT ESCAPE Nicky grinned devilishly as he stuck the hairpin in the lock of his cell door, he smiled even wider as it opened. FREE..HE WAS FREE. get Lanni, ...

topic43860.html Laughter is good for your health. Hopefully it makes you laugh. Not for the Twilight Lovers. Written in a hurry ---------- J.K Rowling: This is all your fault, you ...

Amelia, They’ve found another way To push the needle into the hay To carve what they won’t say Into your skin. Amelia, They’ve cocked the gun, and eaten the key ...

I wrote this for a competition that I never entered. Comments would be very much apreciated! “Better start running”, he said with an evil grin patting the shrouded cage beside ...

Imagine this...You wake up every morning and experience but thirty seconds of pure happiness which is followed by a crushing, tidal wave of self-loathing and disgust. You drag yourself out ...

Thanks to all you faithful followers of this fatefully fanatic tale! I know it mayn't look like I've taken all your advice, but right now, I'm rather more writing than ...

friendships; whispers of feelings, obvious, yet left unsaid. Only slurred between closed jaws. The remnants of a night infuse your subconscious with questions. Minutes preserved like time capsules in

-Note, I wrote this based on a dream I had. Complete fiction. And, I wrote in in an hour and a half, so excuse any grammar issues. Also while I ...

I never claimed that I was perfect. In fact, I know that I was the polar opposite. But you Pressured and pressured, Wanted me to be like all those you ...

With my head hung low And my fingers stretching forward I was begging the world to take me Not understanding the sudden change in speed I gripped onto the closest ...

Perfect is just a word, But it causes so much pain. Pressure, yet another word That I look on with disdain. Aching, I criticize myself, Because I am not good ...