Young Writers Society

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 ...

Part IV Oh...where am I? I must have fallen asleep, I think, blinking, the light hurting my eyes. Light?!?!?! Are we out of the underground chambers? “Get up miss, I ...

The dream of you and me when we share our vows I'll wait for you...will you wait for me when our love comes shining through It'll mean so much to ...

It must be nice to be so perfect, to be so cool it must be nice to drive in nice sports convertables and it must really be nice to treat ...

The Sky I lay tranquilly on the warm summer grass Watching the graceful clouds fleeting elegantly past. Clouds: transparent in their beautiful shades of ruby red and ochre, Passing gently ...

Bottles A well-dressed man in his thirties strutted into the public house and pulled himself ceremoniously onto a stool at the bar. He sighed and flicked a bottle blond strand ...

Finished, after about two weeks of writing. Its not long, I'm just lazy. Enjoy. A Walk Through The City In A Minor By Luke Bowman Somewhere beyond shows in pubs ...

I wrote this with two friends on a field trip to the science museum. one day i found a dime in the street i kicked it onto a juicy slab ...

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 ...