Young Writers Society

I have not yet time to check for grammar so bit by bit will help. So please could you just critque on my story? Thankyou, well here it is! I've ...

I think this may be a new favorite of mine. I really like the way the stanzas interrupt each other and flow into each other at the same time. Very ...

SCENE: As the curtain rises, we see Ari Blumenthal sitting on a threadbare couch in a very plain meeting room on Kibbutz Ramat Rachel. He is wearing a kippah (scull ...

Chapter Three: The whine of horses close by brought me back from my thoughts; they were close by and dreadfully frightened. Following such was the sound of a struggle. Groans ...

Just the way I'm feeling right now..enjoy Wondering if you’re thinking of me As much as I thought of you Wasting time with those same Dried out thoughts that Make ...

An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness, Dr. Kay Redfield Jamison. I never liked memoirs before this, but now I'm actually thinking about reading a few others. Dr. ...

Ha. So so oddly amazing. Every step you walk you have to position yourself in just the right light, because you wouldn't want to look weak. I loved that. The ...

This book was my first ever true story book and it was excellent I want to read t again and again. The book is about is about a little boy ...

Son of Man Bethany paused in the doorway of her home, her deep green eyes reflecting the dusky orange glow of the sky. She stared, unblinking, at a mountain of ...

I read some jokes earlier which I put into here. It's just a random 10 minute work. It's funny though, in my opinion, please read it. An Unbelievable Conversation By ...

Who's going to pay for all my anxious lies and my time-wasting words that litter every cell around me? I pushed it all away, I flicked the rope from the ...

& it all simply fell apart. (Let's just put it back together), Easily you broke my heart. (I can forgive you), Your lips are full of lovely lies. (Yet I ...

The strange logic in your clumsiest line stayed emblazoned on my mind break up the family and lets begin to live our lives I went to see all my friends ...

Jack and Tom went to Sandra’s house at midnight and kidnapped her. Luckily, her parents were out of town and luckily, she was sleeping. They tied her up with rope ...

I know this is probably a terrible and cliche poem, but I was convinced to post it and at least get some feedback. No more tears for the thirsty, longing ...