Young Writers Society

I canoe along the ocean-like lake, Not a care in the world, not the sound of a motor. My paddle, caressing the water with every stroke, The canoe, walking on ...

The Heroine Addict Little Betty Noir was not upset. Most heroines, she knew, were orphans. Disposing of her parents was hardly problematic. (Foot note: Bête noire is the French phrase ...

the romantic he was unaware that when she said till death do us part she meant la petite mort (Foot note: la petite mort, [for those who aren't Clau] translates ...

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Hmm.. I'm not too sure about this one myself. But I thought I may as well give it a go. Go easy on me people ^^ Lizzy ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Rus

I'm waiting. Patience is a virtue, He told me. I'm hoping. Wondering if I'll survive, All alone. I'm praying. That he'll come back, One day. I'm wishing. Everything will turn ...

she whispers winter in the land across the sea she whispered winter deep her roots planted, reaching, touching bark and skin all mixed within oil, splinters, the joy of feeling ...

Okay, this is pretty simple stuff, something little kids might read maybe... But I hope you'll like it... =] ------------------------------------------------------------------- Counting numbers, Close

Swirling colours, Chanting children, Springing up and down. Lifted up, Into the air, Spinning round and round. Count the times, Little feet stomp, Listen to the thump. Watch the rope, ...

The hills sparkled with the lift rain that drizzled down. She stood in the center of it all, He hair was the wind, whisking around her childlike face. She began ...

They shred and tear, At the hearts of the illiterate. Breath stinking, Eyes shining. Pointed teeth gleaming. They tarnish and feather, The reputation of the fool. Fangs bared, Claws ready. ...

Okay, so I'm not so good at the whole poetry scene and most of my attempts are simple and only short. I'm not the kind of person who sits with ...

I sat quietly Hands in my lap, clasped. Tighter than Mummy's lips were pursed, Tick...Tick...Tick... We didn't talk, Or even look at each other. Just stared, at him, like an ...

The hills sparkled with the lift rain that drizzled down. She stood in the center of it all, He hair was the wind, whisking around her childlike face. She began ...