Young Writers Society

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. ...

I'm posting this for the people who didn't know the people who liked to read on in my story, but thought that the others were still Ch 1. Sorry about ...

Prologue The HyperZone is an eight by eight mile block of land in Washington D.C that was bombed ten years ago. At exactly noon, three bombs went off in a ...

I thought it would be boundless, hopeless as my broken skin. But I am mended. We are ended. You cannot sew my lips with a fist or slam them shut ...

Philosophy of the Dark- Chapter 13 Chapter 13-The difference between life and death-On both accounts The difference between life and death is that life has a beating heart, a rush ...

Remember when you whispered forever, and I heard your voice as a drowning man hears the people on the shore --a whisper that dances like moonlight on the ripples of ...

rip the veil rip me from my veil I do not want it. take the vision of self and security from my eyes, make me blind, give me a reason ...

It was late spring and the forest was full of life. Otters played in the streambed, squirrels chased each other, a bronze deer bowed its head to drink, and from ...

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For Walt, with Reverent Indifference Poems, vaguely wafted in night air, uncaught, unwritten,Which, let us go forth in the bold day, and write. For him I built eloquent houses out ...

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Not sure if this should be lyric poetry or dramatic (or narrative for that matter) but this is my best guess so here goes. Gold So the sky, it was ...