Young Writers

 

Glass House

Never enough, yet too much Pain too loud, yet nothing said Your open bottle emptied your arms And your jaw unhinged to spew guile and scorn As your...
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Ode to Hazel Eyes, Oft Overlooked

An ode to friendship, survivorship, and finding warmth in a cold, dying world: A gargantuan heart of gold, Hazel eyes hidden behind a soft and...
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Her special clothes

On the bathroom floor — in those special clothes she picked out to impress that one girl. She will never get to ask her name, all because of the...
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For We See Ourselves

For We See Ourselves If you care to find us; just look within, among the ghost corridor, building awaiting. Although we’re not an enigma, Nor a...
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last words of a sacrificial lamb

for as long as i can recall, anger has never been an emotion that has come easily to me. ‘frustration’ has always more aptly described the feeling of...
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The Body in the Library

Saturday 24th April 1976 The Body in the Library I always was a fan of Sherlock Holmes. Tales of his case-solving are legendary made even more...

Screen 0

Felt. That's it. Felt. Rubbing against your cheek. It feels soft. But you can't ignore that subtle scratching against your hands as you get to your...

The Foly of Greed

Write a story which ends with the words, ‘I knew things would be different from now on I carefully strode my way into my parents’ room. Being a child...

An unfair test

"You have to take responsibility now”, an icy voice jeered at me. Instilled with anger and horror, I bashed at the old hag. “Why would I do such a...

Blink into a nightmare

A few moments ago I was simply marking papers trying to get as much work done before the days end. I had closed my eyes thinking of being anywhere...