Young Writers Society

I am writing a story called "Addicted" right now, and I to know if you guys think it's good so far. I am writing it in chapters, and I am ...

By Snoink and Griffinkeeper Each line is one breath, to a techno beat. Suicide With A Butter Knife Butter It's what we spread over toast crispy burnt black (Guitar Solo ...

It's been a long, narrow pathway. I've had to drag colossal shadoes and gigantic blocks of tin. And they fade at times, (or am I going blind - T C ...

Smile My eyes ache when they watch your face, refusing to smile, smile like you did a long time ago in the bright light of the sun you sparkled, a ...

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Well two of my first poems combined so lets see......named: Fantasy of Hearts Heroes of Heart, They do not part. In a kingdom, where darkness reigns. In the sky the ...

Chapter one Kyla sighed as she watched prince Tristan and Raoul approach her and father, leaning over she whispered. "I can not believe I'm going to go through with this ...

I can't remember if I posted this or not...and if I did, just tell me and I'll delete it. Strong critiquing--PLEASE. you speak paradoxical phenomenons and your heart is an ...

Prologue: The End. A dark cloud covered the battlefield. The elves stood in formation, their shiny armor and elegant weapons were visible even from the mountain that Syphial was on. ...

I watch you twist old newspapers, clip twigs, unroll vines, pile them into a shape that will burn,The way you worded this a little confusing. Perhaps instead: "I watch you ...

brad had a girlfriend once when he was twelve she kissed him twice (on the cheek) and leapt into the pond her face pale like a doll’s her blue tears ...

He wandered across the road, undecided as to where he would go. The hospital flashed through his mind, but Tom quickly pushed it aside. He didn’t want to see his ...

This is a short story loosely based on my mother's life. I say "loosely" because in the story, things turn out much differently than they did in real life. I ...

I could sit here and listen To songs that remind me of you Depressing and slow Or energetic. Whatever Just loud and washing over me I could sit with pen ...