Young Writers Society

The bullets rattled off the side of the Seatrekker's hull like rain on a tin roof; pattering, hissing, daring me to peek out the lace draped porthole of my executive ...

Ok, this isn't really much in all honesty. I couldn't sleep so wrote this, I might turn it into something but I need opinions! ***************************************** My body aches, my shoulders, ...

Wednesday, Dear Diary, April’s mum handed me a letter this morning. She said that she had found it in April’s room with my name on it. I tentatively opened it ...

Another poem meant to inspire! Hope you enjoy! Through the green of woods I wander, In world of shade and dappled sun. There is much I often ponder, Like leaves ...

The outside sun shone down on Lunar High, sifting through the trees of an emerald forest surrounding it, diving into a creek near by. Teens of mixed ages darted across ...

Diamonds of the Dawn I suppose there are quite a few, Poems about the morning dew. On leaves, on flowers, on blades of grass, A drop of water, a glittering ...

How can you do this to me, You are so far,yet I see you everyday. Ripping through my head in an instant, A heartbreaking second of pain, But then you ...

Darling, don't you know that time will show where we stand together now? Sadly it will be so. I so desperately want you to know this, and won't you even ...

They were sitting on a bench. It wasn't as if they needed to, but it was comforting, in a strange way, to find something familiar in what was an utterly ...

Hello my angel. Thou that shall save me from deluding my seams, Tarnishing the skin that protects my innocence, So fragile and alone, cruelly empty to the touch Sensitive, unearthly, ...

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Don't be afraid I'm right here You have nothing to fear Give me your hand I'll hold it tight I promise to help you find the light You're in the ...

NIGHT CLAN Leader Snowleaf-small white she-cat with one orange paw and bright yellow eyes Deputy Goldtail-black tom with a golden tail tip and ice blue eyes Medicine Cat Wintermoon-gray tom ...

I saw the moon, reflected in a puddle. A smooth, unbroken puddle, and the moonlight Made a silver shining upon the surface. Then a cloud passed over the moon, and ...

Peter knew he should’ve known better than to expect real comfort in a Beaver’s dam. It was cozy, alright, and a welcome respite from the cold. But it was cramped. ...