Young Writers Society

No more motion activated towel dispensers. No more battery powered toothbrushes. 8 line highways but still cramped, work from home Internet ads oh the T.V We need to do what ...

Bent, and pretending confusion-You moan over the insistence of paid programmingClutching and grippingThe sounds are primordialBut so are weAnd that turns us on.Suddenly there is blissProlonged with ex

Old, icky, unedited post- begone!

Chapter 2 When David buzzed to be let into the orphanage, he wanted nothing more than to go get in without a big fuss, but no such luck. One of ...

That fast mouth, I had one before. The orange peeled hemisphere- it closes you in But I've known that before If you watched the landscapes trickle away would it ever ...

Revised Version: My Fate (rough title, will likely change it later) Floating through the space of life; Follow the yellow brick road. Holding hands with fate, Her touch becomes cold. ...

This story is something I came up with today as I was swinging. Hope you like it. Please comment! --- --- I'm hoping the breeze in my brown hair doesn't ...

I just did this essay for school awhile ago. I was gonna post it sooner but I couldn't because of my stupid teacher Anways here it is so tell me ...

Authors Note: I wrote this today for an english assignment i got. The assignment was to write a diary entry for the "Migrant Mother" (its a famous picture of a ...

Speckless blackening gape, Above turrets, towers and escalators Without any greying moon Mazes of terraces and guttering, Chimneys black, emitting no smoke. Rising damp, inadequate pipes Only gardens

Was that matter or light that swung through the night? Don heard someone speaking at that moment of consciousness, right when his weight flew back in. There wasn't the yellow-bearded ...

(I hate this cute little rhythm, and for it, I apologize.) Empty melodies in frigid air, a taste hollow and lacking will - so fallen on black ashes where they ...

The night was cold, but the air was warm. The dark sky was filled to capacity with stars. The moon was shinning brighter than I have ever seen it. Joy ...

Emily says to me, in a voice so perfect and hushed, that the world never paid her the ears or hearts she's due. The very same hunger and island has ...

A speculative fiction story. It is saturated with metaphors, tell me what you think I was trying to say. And constructive criticism, please! "Grape Juice and the Clan from the ...