Young Writers Society

“So why are you going camping again?” asked Kailey, one of my best friends. As I loaded my trunk, full of camping gear. “Just cause”, I answered for the fiftieth ...

*note! This is a true story* Morning Has Suckéd 9-11-05 Morning has suckéd, like the first morning. Daytime has blown hard, like the first day. Some say it’s apathy, say ...

Things were never quite the same as they had been before we had gone to the Leroux Manor. Many things had changed in the little amount of days over the ...

This is a piece of something I wrote today, and when and if the completed work is posted here, this poem will make the more sense, and perfect sense perchance. ...

Our love went all digital, your current of passion passing through the air and lighting me right up fastforwardingallthetouchesandthekissestheygosofast, until, your head is against my chest, and, it,

I loved this line - "and stare at the lava lamps [eachother]?" Nice. Otherwise, do you really want more praise? I didn't really like the last stanza, it kinda killed ...

I want no part of it. I sigh, my body sliding down with a dull thump and I blink slowly at six words. Only six words. Words that disturb, words ...

I'm no cosmopolite. My home is amongst black Billabong thongs, green pinecones and torn envelopes proclaiming love. The quagmire I struggle to stand in has been invaded by loudness that ...

her eager eye finds the the agony in peace while her desperate heart finds the love in war she's driven home by a lonely stranger who offers her a few ...

Matthew had defiantly changed who I was. Not just the outside but inside as well. I was no longer the happy, outgoing flirt that everyone loved. The day he had ...

A Mass of Swirling Water It came as our death sentence, a huge, spinning mass, swirling in circles, tummeling in sheets of death, like daggers, a million tiny daggers destroying ...

Your eyelashes flicker my cheek lightly and your tiny fingers find my hand. It's a wonder they don't disintegrate when I kiss them, and that you are never squashed when ...

who do you think i am? i dont judge not you, not anyone i dont play games not with love i dont gamble not with our friendship i dont drink ...

[pre] Mona was pinning up her hair this morning and counting every minute of seven years She looked in the mirror and saw a face Which didn't look like it ...

Without Remorse is, in my opinion a fantastic novel by Tom Clancy, an American thriller writer. It's the first in a long series of books that are loosly grouped around ...