Young Writers Society

this is the worst thing I have ever written. even worse than my rhyming poems way back on the first page of dramatic poetry. you feel so unispired tonight when ...

Twisted, vile words, snaking through the air, winding up my throat as the noose i wish you would place there. You curse and haunt me, killing my spirit with your ...

This is a beautiful poem. I really, really like it. One thing though... the first line of your second stanza in Part 2 you have "bet us ween" which I ...

Would you mind if I kept this memory ’Till the end of time? Remember you once you've forgotten me One day, years from now When I look behind Try to ...

Gathering Hope. shattered time and memories gone....just lost and unloved just like they knew...just like they knew shed be when shed waste her time traveling toward that dream...that one dream ...

I hope you guys like it! I put in a lot of work into this script, although I have to thank TA Orbitals for providing most of the script, I ...

Have you seen the way she stares into his eyes while he's looking in the other direction, or the times she forces her lips onto his, and all the missed ...

Under the Desert Sky The predawn light was crisp and clear in that early morning, in the middle of the Judean desert outside the Latrun fortress. The sun was just ...

[size=18] The Decision[/size] Sarah placed the phone on the receiver gently and felt a giggle rise up within her. She had to squeeze her hands to her sides to prevent ...

(A tad old, so you'll have to keep the titsy bitsy political sentiment in perspective. Just thought I'd... catch up and say sumpin. Hi all again, I suppose.) In the ...

Nothing ever changes Nothing ever moves I swim around in circles In the same old lifeless room And talk about the mirror man The whispers in my ear again The ...

Let me forget let me forget Or let me go let me go I'll keep it quiet as a whisper I'll keep it low low low Never The biggest word ...

We move like cagey tigers, oh We couldn’t get closer that this The way we talk The way we walk The way we stalk The way we hiss We slip ...

Sep. 4th. 2007 5:00 P.M. Tuesday So. I’ve never written a biography before-well, that’s not true, I wrote one on Lincoln in the third grade just like everyone else. Just ...

Wrote this a couple of years ago. Not interested in rewriting it any time soon. Just wanted to share it will you. Chapter One The dank stench was almost unbearable. ...