Young Writers Society

Our time is run by batteries. Our clock is run, the hands are spun, our clock is run by batteries. Our mode is run by batteries. Our car is running, ...

I’m a desecrated Deflowered image of a soul I feel it slowly fading As I stand my solid ground The echoes are reverberating The truth will drag me down I ...

This spawned from a weird dream.... But I finished it! For the first time in my life, I finished something! I'm not saying its good, just saying its... done...... Help ...

*I apologize*

With that she excused them and began to gather papers. Squall stood to leave, "Oh and Squall I need to talk to you." Now what he thought and headed up ...

In the beginning it was awkward auditions And I got to see how you moved on the stage The Stage of Drama and the Stage of Life As I got ...

This is a Haiku I wrote in like, 2nd Grade for some assignment. Then someone stole it and posted it by the library. Eyes Bulge, Ugly Frog Jump! Plop into ...

I've posted this on another website, but it wasn't a dedicated literary site. ---------------------------- Just Google It -1st edit written in late 2005. AutophobeX49923 sat at his desk. It was ...

**Just started this... Kind of rambled after the first few paragraphs... But I would like feedback/comments/critique. Thanks.** Luke closed his eyes. Body resting upon his neatly made bed, he tried ...

Katie Verse 1 Mascara runs down my face As I look at our picture I feel a sense of loneliness I miss the old you everyday Chorus I want you ...

"Why do fools fall in love?", is a question I've always wondered. Up until now, in that department I've always blundered. But at the moment things are different, the time's ...

The line break on the first italics line I absolutely hated. Eugh, I dunno why, but it just threw me horribly. Moving on ... Do you have an obsession with ...

Okay it's short. Very short. But please crit anyway. I will elaborate on it at some stage. * biggest puppy eyes* She smiled. A fleeting memory had crossed the netherregions ...

I’m filled with this anger inside And every time they point the finger I explode I spit words that never miss Victims feel the pain Something I try to hide ...

To be honest when it comes to writing poetry or anything else for that matter I don’t know what I’m doing so here it goes just tell me what you ...