Young Writers Society

If I were to see myself as you see me I would be an ugly thing. I would be a reflection of words and opinions all wrong jumbled together to ...

[pre]The stream of humanity passed him by. Uncaring. Unknowing. He didn't mind though, after all how could he when he was mad? And so he sat, in his tattered clothes, ...

from lancaster they came the class of '45 fiery demons with wings and sharp tails did you see their phosphoric eyes or the gleam of 7.62 browning arms collapsing buildings ...

It's amazing how you can make me crumble without saying a word Your love consists of hate and I can't stand that But I love your hate and your poison ...

I New Plans The gate was of a dusty black. It was made of many planks of wood, with a circle about the size of a fist cut into it ...

When a friend tells you a secret, something which they could trust no one else with, you are naturally expected to keep it, after all promises are promises. However sometimes ...

This is meant to be fairly fast-paced: the tune is upbeat in a way, though more angry than anything. DYING TO SPITE ME I heard the news today That I ...

This is a Christmas present for my dad. He has everything, but he hasn't really seen my writing in awhile. This an introduction to a volume of work. I would ...

This is somewhat more of a summary than the actual story anyway. I feel really terrible, this is how I would feel if it happened, this is like what I'd ...

The sounds are fading Drifting back into nothingness Like the moments of yesterday That we let slip by Silence And in that stillness I hear what we try to drown ...

“Aren’t ironies, fun?” You say, laughing to yourself and running your fingers through your long blonde hair only to let it flop forward into your eyes again. I laugh too, ...

Doctor, come quick My heart just might break What can you prescribe For this awful heartache? What I need is you To get over this illness The real truth is ...

I liked to lie on your bed and just be If I lie on my own bed and be I am just being alone. But no, no more of this ...

I am like the dunes in the deserts Beneath the wind I shift and change, I twist and turn, new dunes rise, old ones fall, but in the end, it ...

This really needs some work, i wrote it while i was extreamly pissed off. (its all written about my personal feelings and experances) so i'd really love to get some ...