Young Writers Society

Up, ride with the Kelpie I’ll steal your soul to the deep. If you won’t ride with me while the Devil’s free, I’ll ride with somebody else -Jethro Tull, “Kelpie” ...

I know this doesn't seem like Fantasy yet, but it will be! Trust me! The first part just isn't... Pologue:Her Smile... I first met Kioko is kindergarten when we were ...

As fruitful as regret Looking away from whatever life begets I’m turning away I’m holding sway Over the whole world And I’m trying to slice it down into proportion Photo ...

Based on a fantasy book I'm writing...let me know what you think. In the fear, I seek you In my strength, I find you In the dark, I see you ...

There was a knocking on the door. It was night. Silence was so suffocating that I wanted to scream for it. Yet, there was a knocking on the door. It ...

Winter breeze wraps 'round Autumn trees as cold air sweeps Up yesterdays leaves.

Wind lazily blows As masquerades of leaves fall, Rainbows of autumn.

I like the imagery. My question is, what does it gain from the line breaks? You're an expert poet (so I won't insult you with my normal level of critique ...

Fluorescent lit classroom The dim, cheap light Bouncing off the rug and walls All the desks are packed away for the summer. I followed you for a reason And it’s ...

*This is just a bit of nonsense really* He could hear the smashing clearly through the paper thing walls of the other room. Jack had seen many of his friends ...

oh woe is me! i behold the world one last time but all i see is dirt and grime what ever happened to generosity? everyone is greedy revealing they are ...

Music, music everywhere, Yet no one finds it singing in the air. Guitars, violins with their plucked musical strings, Bells and chimes making ‘ding-dong-ding’s. Is this the only music you ...

*I don't know what this. It's part fiction, it's part reality . . . but hey, isn't that what every piece of writing is? Anyway, here it is. I'm not ...

Come closer: Hear my secret, Promise not to tell A single soul. I’ve got a million pretty words And absolutely no control Over what may slip from this Lip gloss ...

It was a unremarkable cup in every way. It was not unique. The same cups were sold all over San Fransisco It was not in the least inviting to the ...