Young Writers Society

Northern star, You’re so bright. You sit afar, Yet give me light. Sometimes I wish, I could hold you near. But your hot kiss, Is what I fear. You’re older ...

My eyelids fall covering my hazel eyes, And I see you, tall and strong, handsome as always, dark brown hair, smiling at me And I see me, small but powerful, ...

while on top of a building, i close my eyes and with poise and grace, i take my leap i float beautifully as you just watch softly, yet rapidly, i ...

You comb her hair, You gently stroke her arm, Were you really that innocent? Did you really care so much? That it wouldn't even matter, If she told you that ...

I need help with some of the wording A bit of polishing, too Thanks! The Ballad of the Trees Swaying in the breeze How graceful are the trees Numerous, their ...

And as he was walking, he came upon stone not rare, not new, but a simple pile of stone. And in this stone laid naught but rubble with life , ...

The words looked magical upon the glossy page, Filled with enchantment and adventure and indescribable wonder. With a careful touch she stroked them, For they were her own. She’d been ...

She wondered the lonely sodden city streets, the evening’s vain festivities now done. Light caught in a pool of vomit casts her face sneering at her doppelganger below, distorted by ...

I managed to come up with this while away on riding camp. Read and enjoy ( I hope) ------------- A Leap through Time Coffee-tinted patches splay across the horse's milky ...

Look at the lines on your hands You'll see a story there, The insignia engraved from birth's demands You'll look, and forever stare. Your hands; Life's paper The lines; Quill's ...

I wrote this because I needed to tell someone how I felt. Last Night I stayed up all last night, just thinking about you. The way you make me feel, ...

hey hey waht story.. by joyce who.. what story by jocye.. i dont think i totally got this.. like some parts clicked and then it went away and then drifted ...

The Tiger is loose in the zoo. Who would expect him not to be looking for an escape? People running, No longer observing the Tiger. He’s on the prowl now ...

The Mirror So you're staring at the frame again, memorising the way you used to smile and laugh, because, lately, they seem to have gone. "What changed?""What made the smiles ...

Let me begin with an image. A nervous beautiful, blonde, brunette, dainty, red lipped, light hair bound, Ballerina. On a tightrope Now let us, the audience, step back. Observe the ...