Young Writers Society

Political science fiction from one of the great founders of the genre. Its interesting, unique (although not the best writing, the idea is more than enough to make up for ...

Will I ever be alone? Will I ever be myself? Will I be at home or at a friends home? Its a mystery

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Perhaps you like the fear; The pain, the crime, the sin. Perhaps it makes it clear; The name, the right, the kin. Perhaps a silent cry at birth Would haunt ...

Take my words and twist them around your body, a tutu for your naked flesh, and spin around, your toe grinding into my brain as you leap from your perfect ...

I hope you like it. ___ The things I do for love First off is to be quiet and gentle like a winter dove Never lay my hand on the ...

I already know you will all love this poem, but I prefer to call it "FREE WRITE". Thank You My love, they say, “Love is patient”… So, I’ll patiently wait… ...

Author's Note: Seventh post for the seventh day of writing. A pause in Serena's story for a return to the current time and setting. If you liked chapters 4-6 and ...

Sharp memories, Recollecting in my wondering mind, A reflectance of my past, And what I have been through. Emotions sweep over me, Wrapping around me like a firm blanket, The ...

'Blink' When you wake up And realize, Everything about you is different. The shades in your skin, Maybe the person beyond your appearance. We all walk around blind, Unable to ...

Not entirely edited...lacking a direction. The apathy of the story must have gotten to me. _______ It was red, blue, green, orange. The vibrant colors of the playground were beginning ...

My mind was in chaos. No memories were left for me to sift through. I hugged my body again, swamped with my feelings. I felt a tear run down my ...

My entry for the instructors "On Fire" contest. Inspired by picture #1 Ten Weeks Ten weeks ago, my hands would be shaking In anticipation of what I'm about to do. ...

Raggedy Andy, Raggedy Anne 1. The Beginning/Millie Might Ezra Aim I. The Joys of Fashion (or, How to Get In and Out of a Hoop Skirt) Ezra frowned. He still ...

“Wrath is anger of greater bitterness conceived in the innermost heart and soul“- Stoic Passion The scarlet sun was barely visible behind the ebony clouds. Wrath sat on the edge ...