Young Writers Society

"What will you do for a ten, baby?C'mon, lay it all out on the bathroom floor." Gripping the lust in my left hand, I slip it under my dress as ...

It is my aspiration to become a famous celebrity to become a new wave sensation a tragic fad, another facination toiling over nothing in my handsome family making the ugly ...

my lover, my executioner, my forever; was forgiving in so many ways she tortured me as she willed me with her rare mercy her lusting, her grinding, her spitting; in ...

For my Grandma's 75th birthday I wrote her a poem in Dutch. Maybe one of you knows Dutch. Maybeee ************************************************************* Achter de horizon daalt de zon, ’t is

Just a few Haikus I did for fun. "Morning Peace" Sleeping quietly. Bothering no one at all. Snoink comes to wake me. "Walking down the hall" Walking down the hall, ...

I posted this originally on TSR, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to post here either. So if it looks familiar, don't be alarmed! ..........***.......... she adjusts her fake pearls ...

This is an old one that I just "dug up" haha...found it in a folder and liked it so figured I'd post it here for polishing. Lessons in Anatomy dead ...

I couldnt figure where to put this, so it ended up here, like most of my stuff! Needs a bit of work, but its only a first draft so help ...

Deposit one man into a woman's throat watch red mucous spill out, convulse and fire dangerously into pupils "i am the mark of resistance" yells out the one legged soldier ...

vultures dancing tyrants waving obscenities in the air women want to cut their smut so the worms won't eat their luck out men want to shoot out the boar's head ...

There is no such word as eachother Is this self-preservation? This dog-love-dog-hate-dog world? Something tells me that somewhere in my schedule, between totalitarian psychology and interior design, y

That bloody cat! Such a pest Bouncing balls Catnip toy Rattling mouse She bites my hands And nips my nose Won't let me work I close the door She just ...

The heavy air promises a storm. As we climb up, the clouds climb down. Breath is elusive. I trip, fall. You look back to offer help but I wave away ...

it seems this little girl with ribbons in her hair and shrapnel in her face are all part of God's plan it's good to know that in the billions of ...

An overly taut piece of night, so dark, cool and lovely, flowed above and about my head atop a sliver of bone that shone and glimmered A delicate tracery of ...