Young Writers Society

Bare with me, this is only the second poem I've ever written in my life. So please, attack it, tell me what I should change so I don't hand in ...

The God spoke to the butterfly from his golden bridge on the World Edge, calling down to it through the sky. The butterfly heard His voice as it swam in ...

You come in on drumbeat Casual in black and gray Forged in darkness, the ring you bear Has a silver inscription, twisting the fine lines Of our friendship into love, ...

This was beautiful - not only can I relate to the speaker, but I am moved by what was said here. Your imagery is beautiful, your words forceful and full ...

It was late into the night and the scientists were exhausted. They had spent hours typing the rules of nature and natural laws. Now, after almost five years, the work ...

easter but when I added the salt, I thought "my first boiled egg at home alone" and knew it might not be alright perhaps I'll burn my fingers; just so ...

And I scream out for you For the no-one-in-particulars I call my friends And faintly a response surfaces the cold water Only a bubble Not you It was never you ...

Ok. This one's a bit abstract. If any of you have listened to the band TOOL then you'll surely know what this is about. If you haven't I strongly recomend ...

I just read this book. It was called Tithe and was by Holly Black. It was set in modern times, but there were faeries and it was just generally really ...

You can find Chapter One right here: forum/viewtopic.php?t=8409&highlight= This chapter is just a random conversation of some of my girl characters. Two boy-crazy, one giggly, and one very bored. Real

Belabor has become of me. Derailed imaginations spark felicitously in my wooly-cotton conscience that cadence down to my feet in sundered patterns. Ink. Drips. Down. Echo. The shattered glass writhes ...

Disclaimer: I still don't own Sprited Away. Lin was not happy. Then again, the only thing that made her happy was payday, but that only came around every century or ...

Birds in the night, Their cries of fright, Make a camper wonder What on Earth could make them sound Like clouds of frightening thunder. He stands up from the forest ...

Certain things will often leave me, Things that I can only hope to see, in a glimpse of light. They conspire with dark shadowed things, And glisten on the small ...

You come from a far away place, One that I cannot describe, Still, I am your champion, But I do not wear armor as I wish I could, Or ride ...