Young Writers Society

[size=18] The Decision[/size] Sarah placed the phone on the receiver gently and felt a giggle rise up within her. She had to squeeze her hands to her sides to prevent ...

(A tad old, so you'll have to keep the titsy bitsy political sentiment in perspective. Just thought I'd... catch up and say sumpin. Hi all again, I suppose.) In the ...

Nothing ever changes Nothing ever moves I swim around in circles In the same old lifeless room And talk about the mirror man The whispers in my ear again The ...

Let me forget let me forget Or let me go let me go I'll keep it quiet as a whisper I'll keep it low low low Never The biggest word ...

We move like cagey tigers, oh We couldn’t get closer that this The way we talk The way we walk The way we stalk The way we hiss We slip ...

Sep. 4th. 2007 5:00 P.M. Tuesday So. I’ve never written a biography before-well, that’s not true, I wrote one on Lincoln in the third grade just like everyone else. Just ...

Wrote this a couple of years ago. Not interested in rewriting it any time soon. Just wanted to share it will you. Chapter One The dank stench was almost unbearable. ...

Hey this is not realated to anything in this site, but I was wondering if there is anyone using this site that was involved in the chaos of it...if so ...

Sometimes, the faintest candlelight is the best protection everyone knows that monsters can’t survive in the light. if you want you can hide under the blankets with me, that’s cool ...

Who do you think you are anyway? You think I got problems! Just cause my hair is blue and purple And there’s metal stuff sticking out of my face Don’t ...

[size=18]Chapter 1 A Beginning[/size] Yorkshire 1821 Elizabeth’s eyes flickered slowly over the faded tapestry as she paused briefly to scrutinize her work. Her bottle green eyes were steadily becom

[color=red] [/color]*~*Preach'en Da Truth*~* F*** you and your criticism. Deep within you, is what my eyes can see. Continuously, you go against me and try to cut me from my ...

Coming It is quiet, and the waves are slowly pulsing on the shore, back and forth, back and forth in an endless rhythm. Dark clouds are gathered, and it is ...

You can all go fuck yourselves. In fact, you can fuck yourself up your asses. Take your foot, insert in ass, far enough to taste your own fucking toe jam, ...

Anything but “i” in Francais. By: Tyl r F in r A tiny thing which haunts my words. A drug with which I talk to birds. A lucky mark on ...