Young Writers Society

What Ever Happened to Brotherly Love? Prologue My grandfather has always been known by friends and family for his proverbs and sayings. As the youngest son of the Duke of ...

"To Rend This Tattered Heart" Your hand casually touches my breast, cupping it in your palm Willingly I allow you to reach inside me, your fingers probing first my ribcage ...

"Indiscretion" I’ve come to accept the way the sparkle of the ring on my finger catches your eye. The way it turns about as your kiss hovers just above my ...

Ya'll somewhat know how this works...I hope...WAHHH! Saving The Planet...and Stuff- Gail Gauthier [Rating: ] Your basic 16-year-old boy goes to work with his grandparent's earth-lovin' friends for the

Hello all! This is my first post ever here, I just joined, and I figured I'd post a few poems. It's important to me that I get honest feedback, because ...

A Sea Of Desolateness The hot sun shined over the desert, baking the cracked ground, and the feeling was infinite. A man was trudging along the the hot sand dragging ...

hey, i wrote this in career development and I'm posting it now, needing a poetry post. This is my first love and my lesser talent, so go easy on my ...

The Wristband Age you preach your one-size-fits-all spiritual philosophy from a soapbox on sky TV perfect for the wristband age Good causes are thought up in boardrooms. Morals are bought ...

Mythical moon Numbness transcends the animate To enjoy the luxury of the stellar world. Rarely but the pleasure in it, Lovingly misleads with a mythical herald. But when you get ...

VISION She was silence, Written onto the rustic bed of earth with music. Her breast was a marooned mystery, And her curly locks, Were weaving the dark infinite. When the ...

Copyright! Some stories do not have a distinct starting, while some others might just not have a clear ending, this one has neither. Its just a fragment of life of ...

There was a knocking at my door; I didn’t even need to open it to know who it was. “Hey Matt.” It was Greg, but he had changed since earlier ...

*snaps fingers* Finally, a poem with rhyme and meter and not a senseless rant! That's what I call poetry. Mostly because the other kind I can just shoot out of ...

Before he was murdered, the old man, already sickly and old, decided his new-found relatives were undeserving of his fortune. He had decided to give it to a poor family ...

“So what do you think?” Sara Lawrence asked her daughter as she stepped out of car. “It’s uh, great mom.” Claire forced a smile as she stared into her mother’s ...