Young Writers Society

Amusing incidents are as commonplace and abundant as houseflies. One does not have to go to the depths of the inside of the Earth to find an amusing incident. They ...

Ever heard of the land of outside-in? People there are rude they never grin! I had to visit there for a week To visit my poor sick Uncle Kreek, He ...

Yeah, I started out with no idea for a plot and am going to continue that way to see how it goes. Please comment. Should I continue? "What is the ...

Bitterness Blue-speckled frogs shoot arrows at her They think she is a pole Something to be stuck to when it snows When the cold makes numb the skin When the ...

This is entirely dedicated to Tarver Mathison, Tarver [The Newborn], and William [The Elder], the men who have inspired me so. Here be a short poem for all of you:In ...

everyone's watching but i feel so unpretty everyone's moving and i can't make a sound why does it feel like there are no empty spaces? then the vision is over ...

It’s that time o’ year again when children laugh and playAnd parents can’t ever be alone, during night or even dayThe children whine and cry and poutThe parents always seem ...

To people who don't know a bit of sociology and/or history, this might not make a lot of sense. KARL VS. THE KIDS So this is it, kids, this is ...

How can I improve this? Amala sat in the large, almost royal looking library, watching her Grandfather organise his books. He was always with his books nowadays. He didn’t really ...

He had huge baby blue eyes, a tiny pink nose, and wide chipmunk-like cheeks (he always did said, "the better to store nuts with, you always need spare." and then ...

My lips stung, my joints ached, and everybody was stupid. When I asked the tall man with rust red hair when we were leaving hell, all he gave me was ...

Tis a Petrarchan sonnet. Gandalf and the Balrog Thongs of fire lashed at Tharkûn the Great,On the narrow pass of the dwarven bridge.He struggled on that precarious ridge,And still could ...

Here I am, Standing at your doorstep wishng the rose in my hand hadn't died petal by petal each one falls down as if its a cloud in the sky ...

shadowed nights and slicing moonbeams opposite the scintillating sun a kalaidescope of yawning abysses and crystal caverns my heart skips beats as i recover beautiful memories that will again be ...

I remember we were in the movie theaters, my whole family and I. I remember I was sitting on my moms lap when it happened. I remember the 9 gun ...