Young Writers Society

I don't usually write sad stuff like this but let me know what you think. My breath clouds the frosty air Dogs bark loudly They are coming I climb a ...

Is this REALLY stupid? Or is it good? Do you ever have that feeling that your being watched? Do you? Do you ever have that feeling that your not alone? ...

This is my first poem that I've composed so I bet it's really bad, but there it is. There are rumors in the town They say 'tis 'bout Mr. Brown ...

"SO sorry Kia I have tooken your life away but it was your time". "Who are you?" "Well the angel of high Casttello". "My name is Beth Im so sorry ...

my chest hert so bad I though my chest would come undon like a sewed up rang doll I always knew happyness was not a friend of mine but Will ...

aqua green cooking appliances rumble, like the mail truck outside, in a kitchen whose age trumps my (almost) sixteen years, where the tea kettle fidgets, blowing kisses in the corner, ...

Coldplay is coming out of the trees oh yeah. Still kissing my heart, the bruise is a purple aura on my head. It scribbles away like the typo that starts ...

The lights flickered as the echo of screams grew louder,crew members running to try to escape the massacre brought on by the aliens who had boarded there ship only moments ...

My fingers are on the trigger. The gun is pointed at your heart. My heart is already broken. Broken so much there's nothing left. You've done it for the last ...

The Ordinary Frog Once Upon a Time... Yep, you guessed it: In a Far Off Kingdom... There was a frog. He was not a talking frog, or a frog prince, ...

Correspondence My dearest Tom; I am writing to you from the coziest little apartment I have ever seen! It is situated in a less wealthy part of London, but even ...

Poetry The line, the verse, the thought that defines us. The battle of wills between pen, mind, and soul Abandon yourself, for there are no rules or judgment Raw emotion ...

When Firecrow, arrived at the Taku Island meeting with Eve, Bulls Eye and Myakka, a sense of uneasiness was upon them. People stared at them as though they were devilish ...

“Guardian Firecrow, I need to ask you an important question.” The young Ankh Indian named Aviator or in the Ankh language “one with the winged,” said. “Yes Aviator how can ...

On November 17, 9999 young Simon Baxter rode home on the hover bus. In his seat television he watched bioball a sport played by mutated alien dogs, a form of ...