Young Writers Society

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There once was a man called Bothwell, he was not very thoughtful, he hung two people, not in the steeple, for them it did not end well.

Winter by Moonlight Winter by moonlight is a Wonderful thing with the Wind whistling in the trees You can see water droplets forming Icicles like on a Christmas tree The ...

The Moon Is I believe the moon is a goddess sent to watch Over all the womenbof the world; the moon is an icon of light in the dark a ...

what do you say? If someone asked you what do you believe in? what do you say? You say: I believe In everything and nothing in god & Allah, in ...

Sometimes sometimes I sit or stand still and I think of a different place, a different time. I can see a place where I will be free to spread my ...

My best friend; My Mother my mother is my best friend and no matter how hard it seems she’ll always be my best friend to me. my mother isn’t superwoman ...

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Mods feel free to move this if its too graphic... ------- Seduction. Enticing words roll gently from luscious lips. Formations by hand are presented as scripts. Permeating the mind with ...

Cranberry splashes, Glittering golds and browns; Looming like the darkness, Over hill, or tree - Knoll and lane. Shadows bowing, Stretching and winding Like that road we walked; Memory lane? ...

M.J. I can’t say goodbye; You won’t let me say hello And even though I can’t let you go, Your staying is a lie I’ve said it once, I’m sorry; ...

echo clinks of water on chains of concrete forming slivers of the false world fake which can't sing you in your silver shoes with the silver rain leaving metallic stains ...

[pre]Incomplete A pen runs out of ink. A ruler falls to the floor. A fierce shout of: “No More!” She is at the very brink. She pulls at her hair. ...

Two strong, moist hands pull you near Taking your waist and leaning you back Eyes study your curves like they study a map While searching the dark, it’s only you ...

Homecoming O ye stars, obstructed by the dust of the forsaken city I call home, Thou who glorify in the hazy murk of the city’s nighttime, Assured lights, mourning the ...