Young Writers Society

(I know this may be a bit confusing. If you have any questions, please ask me. And feel free to critique - I won't take it badly. I hope that ...

Writer’s Block All day thinking of a new poem to write, But nothing comes to mind. I sit here with laptop in hand, Trying to find new ideas. I always ...

A return to my fluffy writings of yesteryear, in honor of year CL's Bodice Ripper contest. Comments, suggestions, thoughts, critiques, flames, and fangirls moments all welcomed.Rated for language.**Cr

The Mask Why do I even try, to run and hide? Do I think that salty tears would not abide? Why do I run from fear and anger and hate? ...

This is another gem that I wait for from you. I love the fact that you've practically threw away the rulebook that the rest of us seem to follow and ...

Taken down at author's discretion.

These elusive words Jumping, hurtling around the room; bouncing, rebounding off of the walls; crashing, fracturing through the ceiling; ideas glide, ghosting around my head. Ideas of love, loss, despe

{Chapter 1} The three moons of Avolon set in the southeastern sky while the sun rose behind them. The moon blossom closed it’s petals as the sol flora opened it’s ...

The falling star A falling star seemingly nothing at all, but to some, everything. A dream lost, a glass broken, a kiss- a kiss that meant everything or nothing at ...

Once again, enormity of Sourblood in simply named, 'Sourblood' thread. =D

NINE Wednesday mornings meant one thing to Jayne; Donald Salmon and his blackboard. Well, technically that was two things, but Jayne wasn’t in the technical frame of mind on Wednesday ...

Why would my dad get me a diary for Christmas? What is he retarded? I thought that after he read my last one WITH my least favorite teacher who pretty ...

This is temperaraly being taken down. If you wish to read it you may go to the link here. ... y-94640951

I promise. “I, take you, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in ...

Sonnet of a Failed Mother She gave birth to her child Oh loved him she did Her words were so mild Feelings were soon rid She lost her soft emotions ...