Young Writers Society

*I don't know what this. It's part fiction, it's part reality . . . but hey, isn't that what every piece of writing is? Anyway, here it is. I'm not ...

It was a unremarkable cup in every way. It was not unique. The same cups were sold all over San Fransisco It was not in the least inviting to the ...

I drank from the coffee mug as I sat on the porch with my mother. She was growing old and frail, I lived with her, took care of her, and ...

Light in the Clouds Anger, hurt, hatred, pain Bitterness, vengeance, mocking rain Sorrow, betrayal, pitiless tears And now with this love I begin to fear Through the thunder and rain ...

The deluded sound of mournful sighs resounds through a marble cavern, dimly lit by stolid flames. Men push back their hairlines, while women lean on one another. The confessional is ...

...sometimes I do...I think I'm mad. Worrying that the sky may fall and the brilliant blue will shatter into millions of pieces...and the stars will draw blood as they wing ...

Amusing incidents are as commonplace and abundant as houseflies. One does not have to go to the depths of the inside of the Earth to find an amusing incident. They ...

My lips stung, my joints ached, and everybody was stupid. When I asked the tall man with rust red hair when we were leaving hell, all he gave me was ...

I remember we were in the movie theaters, my whole family and I. I remember I was sitting on my moms lap when it happened. I remember the 9 gun ...

The young puppy stepped into the morning sun. His bright green eyes blinked when the sunlight shone on his black muzzle. He turned back into his dark cave. He trotted ...

The Classic Rock Junkie Strikes Again How was today? How will tomorrow be? Just another 24 hours as David Hume would say, for that is how we define days. Why ...

Q and A Chris Gaines is my muse tonight. The melodic suffering of his voice glides over the airways. There is no alcohol tonight only sugary coke, diet or as ...

The Classic Rock Junkie Strikes Back: Dust The sultry hum of Janis flitters from the player near the wall, to me, sitting at my desk looking out the wide window ...

I know, I know, another written piece by her? Why did I chance upon this and not click anotehr fancy link to something Snoink or Firestarter or Hunter or Crysi ...

Just a writing exercise to get rid of the buffalo sitting on my hand aka writers block. CL ------------------ Love the ideal is a stroll through Walled Rose Gardens, the ...