Young Writers Society

This is just an early morning ramble whist trying to get my brain to write something good... apparently i dont' think it worked... anyway enjoy. i'm wondering what would it ...

You've been cross-dressing again, dear sidestreet, And I've been staring at you for so long, while the noise Of the seven jazz quartets (almost six cellos in all) Has been ...

Haven't finished it yet, but I'm half way through and I already feel it's been worth the read. I'll re-post about it when I'm finished, just wondering if anyone else ...

7-12-05 Page songs in you, a calculator on steroids, to Pink Floyd music tunes I’m here, listening to it now, a to phones and ringer experiencing the truth of bell ...

Mkay, this is something new for me.. I'm begging someone to give it a chance & to give me some pointers (Haha). It was the summer before fifth grade. That ...

Chasing the Sunset Karen tried not to look at the food. When she did, the poppy seeds looked like ants. They crawled over the bagel and towards her fingers. She ...

OMYGOSHHHHHH. I'm sorry, I don't mean to get all immature about it but this poem is awesome. If I wrote something like this, it would take me years and years. ...

The American Dream isn’t well known to many people. The definition of the American Dream is rather simple; it is the desire of Americans to have freedom and to be ...

Tagging in the District. Waiting for assistance. Police Cars in the Distance. Tagging in the District. It me first attempt don't laugh

Hey this is Just a stupid poem There once was a girl called Louisa, Who was definitely not out to please ya, She'd give you a hug, Then out come ...

written for my boyfriend who lives, works and goes to school in London. this goes out to all that were affect by the bombings there, and to all that are ...

"Who ARE you?" I am the machine. The supercomputer built in 2072 for the soul purpose of calculating the probability ratio of the nexus time rip. "Nexus time rip?" The ...

“Well at least it’s not that bad of a place,” I said glancing at the huge grand piano in the middle of the room. I looked over to my parents ...

I took it down, as I was informed that having a book I wanted to publish out all over the internet opens me up to be plagurized. Um... duh. So, ...

your golden green leaves decorate the feral branches, reaching over bypassers reaching into their hearts wild strands of bark, fluttering in the italian wind, mesmerising and free the simple flower ...