Young Writers Society

Rural landscape steams by; smoke sticks to the glass, Too quiet here for noise or fuss. Or shallow thought. Lawn laid out like a thousand picnic spreads, 'Cept now your ...

She moves through the trees. Tired yet determined, she runs. As though free of the world she forgets her pain and suffering. The love she once had no longer haunts ...

Flower heads fell, decapitated, into the dark green pool to sit crystalline on the surface, along her legs, through her hair. It was a dense muteness overpowering the clammy cold ...

My new girlfriend -SlickJimmy I can’t believe your ignoring my phone calls I can’t believe your blocking my emails I can’t believe you won’t see me no more You are ...

An Ode to Divorce, a.k.a Wendy’s Last Poem -SlickJimmy I feel so sad Because I did not learn I feel so ashamed Because I did not learn I am so ...

April “So,” the smoky figure rasped, “we have a deal?” The girl shuddered in her tight Levi jeans as she waited for the cross light to turn green or for ...

[[Do not take any part of this story without written permission from me, or I will hunt you down and eat you.]] Prologue The night sky glowed with hues of ...

Breathe. Step back. Breathe. Step back. Heart pounding. Chest heaving. Head spinning. What had I done? Ten years ago there was an accident. A terrible tragedy that took place right ...

The leathery wings hugged her body to keep the girl warm. Her naked shoulders showed the join between her back and her wings, tiny white scars covered the join making ...

She moves through the trees. Tired yet determined, she runs. As though free of the world she forgets her pain and suffering. The love she once had no longer haunts ...

The Ice Age Sonata Little ghosts float over stars on bridge The sonata lets the grass work stuck and buried in the fridge As green turns frozen blue the ladylike ...

This is a short piece I did a couple years back that I considered bringing to novel form, but moved on to something else. It is Pope Leo I's thoughts ...

This was one of my first attempts at writing. I found it saved on my PC and I want to see what you all think about it. I must have ...

“Merrick, Merrick!” the stout little abbot called. “Here. Over here!” Merrick turned toward the short balding man and scowled. “Good morning, Carolinus.” He was probably the only person wh

His words, which wrench my poet’s soul Are of a man long dead, And through his lines I see the words That he has left unsaid. A life of pleasure ...