Young Writers Society

There was this one Supposedly sainted Amidst all the rest Who were thoroughly tainted And all he wanted Was for the world to be pure Unfortunately for some Evil was ...

There sits a man, short in size Who plays his game Of Kings and Queens At the coffee house There stands a man, behind the counter Who serves his scents ...

I wish… That I continued my heavy schedule… That I persisted my dreams… That I continued after I wanted to stop… I wish… That I was gorgeous… That I had ...

dont you care you say you do but you dont show it and you dont know when you say you care you break me more when you try to build ...

Okay before you read this people have been comenting about my punctuation....I agree there are some places that need it but I suck at grammer. If you want to fix ...

After the show last night, I memorised what you said to me. ‘All the world’s a stage.’ Well that’s where I don’t agree. Why do we need to pretend? Because ...

Experiment Imagine: getting burnt beyond repair, but you can't feel it. Getting cut deeply, but you don't notice that you bleed. You always seem numb. You don't feel numb, you ...

"You're so beautiful." "Really?" "Yeah...well, I think so anyways..." "Are you blushing?" "No way! Do I appear to be?" "Either that or you're sunburned quite badly." "What the bloody hell?" ...

Yes...even a guy like me sometimes feels romantic...or something like that. I don't know what else to call it. Sad thing is, if you did a tally up of the ...

I heard them on the Plains. Their horses’ hooves drumming, Their battle cries ringing. A single feather floating, From an eagle in the sky. The majestic bird – A symbolic ...

As I walked around the rubble my eyes had begun to water, and my body started to shake. I had not been in this orphanage in more than twenty years. ...

Why is it that all the tears wind up in my eyes why is it that all the fears wind up at my side why cant i escape them why ...

Contains spoilers for The Last Battle. I: 1947 "Lu. Enough." Susan turns from her frowning reflection to her sister's pleading face. "You should be too old for make-believe." Lucy bites ...

This is my first ever attemt at poetry, so pleas be a mean as u like while rating ========================================================================= At first my life was without meaning ‘Till

II - Raindrop She's being followed. She can see them watching her as she walks along the rough cobblestones. She doesn’t want them to turn around; she doesn’t want them ...