Young Writers Society

* * * Bound for Glory: Our Brethren Jessica Bruce April 5, 1764 – Boston, Massachusetts - Pass the sugar, please * * * * "Samuel!" a deep voice bellowed ...

ok, I will begin the futile task of nameing all the books I read. I know it is impossible. I will start with the ones I own today. If a ...

This is a very... involved poem. The rhythm, and how it related to the content (especially the last few lines) are very important, and a bit hard to understand. I ...

After dark on a moonless night, When no stars shone and nothing was bright I saw someone climbing through my window More followed him all lined in a row. They ...

Soon the Departure to Avalon This, the very substance of this, Of the magnitude of what they will tear apart And pull down Or draw together For the sake of ...

The sea stretched for miles like a never ending blanket of blue and out of the country side sprouted luscious green hills with cattle grazing. Tessa sat soaking up the ...

I want to fade away Were I can think no thoughts no more Were I can feel no feelings or senses Were I shall escape this circle of hell And ...

I hate my life the way it is I wish it were the way it was I hate the pain which floods through my veins I hate being lost and ...

He cried because there was nothing he could do. He held her soft, pale hand – fingers locking, embracing for the last time – and kissed her forehead. She was ...

joy to the world santa clause is dead we barbiqued his head don't worry about his body we flushed it down the potty and around and around it went and ...

Still in progress ... Changing the Stars “When people remember us, they will always say we changed the stars.” Chapter 1 – Another Night Like No Other The noise from ...

There was a knock on the door of my apartment. I scratched my bald head. “Better not be those noisy kids again,” I whispered, slowly rising from my chair to ...

Present Tense-WIP Fandom: none/original Author's Notes: Has only been bata briefly read, and it's not even a first full chapter. x-posted at my. Summery: "...This is not where you want ...

Friendship's TimelineBy Elizabeth Mathers12/23/05 We have come a long way from Spitting contests to Barbie shows Where I would always end up making one die And you would always make ...

The cat and the mongoose went sailing on a boat They were balming each other for not bringing a coat The boat ran aground But none of them drowned Because ...