Young Writers Society

This is a parody of Michelle Branch's "Everywhere”, written by my wonderful sister. "The Stalker After Me" When I turn around, man I can see ya Everywhere I go your ...

Our hymn couldn’t have been sung better On a Tuesday For it was an afternoon Where the sunlight dazzles the mind and spots the skin Where the kisses are saved ...

I always hated that cold, dead doll, The one with the straight-through stare, The one who sat aloft and watched, The one who couldn't care. She knows every sharp-edged secret, ...

Loser’s Defence Give me thy ensign, Let me carry it high. Bestow me with power divine. O stop the wind and stop the water, From washing my forehead. Only you ...

THe Inspiration Intoxication. the pendulum waves goobye, and the clock above it is oblivious, to the fact that death hunts the mediocrity in me. Give away the greatness of loneliness, ...

Written after about 6 shots, but with veryyy carefyul ftyping.. Enjoy Life In A Tank A ticker-tape parade runs water through the streets, while the caged watch from within. Blank ...

Finally, another chapter! I'm really sorry about the delays, but I've been buried under homework and Fall Break was just this past weekend. I'm going to try and post a ...

It did not take much for them to abandon me. Just a shooting pain, tearing me away from the lights of my glory. I had been their star, the winner ...

His silvery eyes gleamed in the light of the flaming tower. The furious dragon whipped his long, thin spiked tail right in front of my shield. Golden spines were placed ...

you gave me nightmares about those emerald eyes: submerged in saturday-night delights, singing songs I never wanted to hear, filthy with the thought of seduction. in the crush of the ...

"The View From My Window is of the Roof" 10/19/05 The view from my window is of the roof each tile uniform and gray. Sure, there is a window down ...

Let everyone sing and everyone dance, while she lies in this empty, forgotten room Empty and forgotten like her. Beautiful eyes, covered by a sheet of sadness emotionless breaths being ...

for years I've been crying into a pillow full of goosedown the mantra of ghostkisses and spiderflys gnashing at my head my only thoughts are missing you you're a truebluekid ...

Chapter V – It begins… Once again, Night shed her dark mantle over the earth, and the Wraith resumed its journey. With the sun safely down, and the moon a ...

My apoligies guys, to save my writing I usually used my email but it's being I am posting this here. Its not all the second chapter so yeah I'll post ...