Young Writers Society

The two sat in peaceful silence. They we're in a quiet bar, shortly after mid-night. The man had a beer, while his wife held her tears. One hand around her ...

Here is a VERY quirky poem I decided to write for this contest: topic43860.html Expect the weirdness. --M-m-m-meow? said the tiny kitten. Where had her mittens gone? --Meow! said the ...

Glistening bodies entwined in an ageless erotic dance, seeking pleasures from each other, seeking wonder and romance. I touch your face with tenderness. You draw my body near. Aching, needing ...

Once upon a golden vale Where heros win and villains fail A boy did grow both big and strong There is much more, but it's far too long Galeth, his ...

"Cousin Benjamin is the best!" That's what my relatives said, "With charm and skill he is certainly blessed—" Those words hammered into my head I found I was at my ...

Put on the music and forget everything you've done Dance until you fall and don’t regret anything you've done "Don't cry we did it only for your good" Just wash ...

She saw me, With a face like my own. A heart I could tell, Had its eyes set on home. We took time together, Walked home from school every day. ...

we're nothing but dancers on a cloud of cigarette smoke drifting here and there, swaying with the wind and twirling to the music of the priests in the temple of ...

Three years have passed Though it feels like three days That you tortured my body And mind. The memory is vivid Like a burning red flame Piercing the dark with ...

He grabs Fiona by the hand and quickly they hide in the room of the second floor. Cronoe was still shocked of what had happened minutes before. "Why on earth ...

Quite messy. I've got a terrible case of writer's block. I forced this out. ----------------- Time has overtaken us, 'Tis the price we pay; For sitting still and dreaming dreams, ...

Love So Close Days and Nights, I searched in vain. Every step I took, taken in pain. Yet I feel that all this pain will yield no gain, My tears ...

I met this woman, She had beauty beyond compare; My hands start to wander, My eyes begin to stare. This is a secret, Yet this is sweet; Our shadows hidden, ...

I am from half-frozen microwave meals, From blankets woven for years by hand And crisp 600 thread count sheets. I’m from the rusting sputters. (Out of a car going Putt, ...

Stories of the Wind As I sit here, I wonder and I ponder, my mind wanders from the trees and the bees and the birds that fly free, to the ...