Young Writers Society

Untitled I stare at a regular piece of paper and it occurs to me it can represent me. Paper starts of as a tiny seed like a child in the ...

I got chills reading this and it actually kind of scared me. You're starting to get like Jon Foreman--vaaaaaague. But hey, Jon Foreman won an award for being vague. However, ...

Alright here's a story I've started (it's not finished). All critisisms appreciated. --- Prelude “I’m sorry, alright? We can’t be together, it’s not going to work, and I don’t trust ...

I wrote this with King Max (my brother) a bit ago while we were camping. It’s mostly about him... but I don’t like the flow of it. And I think ...

We have to read classics this year for book reports! So far I've got on my To Read list: Little Women, by Louisa May Alcott 1984, by George Orwell Jane ...

Im just going to continue from where I left off. Chapter one part 2 "Are you okay?" I looked at my best friend and April and gave her a look. ...

this is for one of my best friends Robert, he and I have this running joke in spanish: I call him smart as a head of lettuce and he calls ...

memor, immemor [Trans. remembering, forgetting] I felt nothing. No moving of the heavens, no earth-quake trembling moment rocked me from my sleep (the slumber of the ignorant) to wake me ...

Here's a song I wrote. The concept is still a bit unclear even to myself, but it's basically about fitting in and my personal girl troubles. Hope you'll enjoy it. ...

I wrote this early in the morning, I think it's my most creative time, or maybe I was just tired and confused...*shrug* I don't share my poetry... well, today would ...

Momentum I’ve laced my shoes and slouched my socks And hit the pavement, Jogging. I’m not warmed up; I’m not prepared, And yet I’ve started Running. I’ve reached the crest; ...

I know what you're thinking...."oh God ANOTHER ONE!?" Well that's right--the third incarnation of my random story--this one will be revolving around Kat's brother Max, god of Rock. King Max, ...

8-28-05 (The Most Poetic Day I Shall Ever Live) If I live to be two thousand long years old, then never shall I forget the rareness, awe, and sure, pure ...

It's hard to see the light when you stare into countless shadows, hidden behind the facade, a veil of drunken voices and a chorus that impounds your heart - move ...

His name was Joseph Jeremiah Miller. His nursery had been painted blue, with childlike, cartoon images of Noah’s Ark filling the wallpaper borders and shelves. His white crib had been ...