Young Writers Society

It’s darker here than anywhere in my life I could be pricked in bittersweet rose gardens My tongue could be caught on rough salt beauty ocean waves I could bathe ...

[pre]The first time a child discovers the concept of money is a very strange moment in its life. Usually, it occurs after some fat uncle asks the child to grab ...

I'm going to use speaking in this story, so its fits with the other 3 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cytre looked around at her surroundings, but she only

I deal in colours, beauty, dreams; to you go the spoils of the intellectual mind - I take what is left. In other words I sleep my life away beneath ...

he gave me hope a few stollen kisses and so much more than that but where is he now? my love is gone and i feel he was a rat. ...

A message to the world , stop hunting dont move , mother firth said silently, the hunters . there here . the baby chicks stopped there squbbles over a worm ...

Ok, bear with me on this one ...I wrote it I while back when I did a project on Marilyn Monroe...It's very difficult to judge your own poems...I guess it's ...

Some one told me about no chat speak in a story, i dont really agree with that, but there the rules so ill obey them. But not on the evil ...

There she was. Looking as perfect as always. Waiting right at the turning of the lane. Hoping to hold his glimpse as soon as he arrived. The way she’s been ...

Joe nodded his head again. "But," he said as calmly as he could, "I need to get something from the back of the store." The robber looked critically at him. ...

I wasn't quite sure where to put this post. You see this story is based very closely on true events, however because it is written in the third person, it ...

whoa. i did not understand a word you said. well, most of it at least. my brain hurts. Old sketchbooks no longer devour birthing landscapes, cloud notes or a resting ...

Ridicule “That’s ridiculous,” she said, and I am wont to agree. Ridicule of the peasant mother, hands grasping the doorframe, sheepishly peering out of her door at her husband and ...

A little background for those who have never heard about this part of history: near the end of the Roman Empire, the Ostrogoths and the Visigoths, two very peaceful Germanic ...

mine were the hands that held you down, that drowned you in a sea of night – mine were the hands that held you close, and let them hurt you. ...