Young Writers Society

Chapter 1 By: Amanda Punzalan 1819 London Chapter 1 By: Amanda Punzalan 1819 London John Manley, Count of Manarte, was considered a very shy gentleman in society. Everyday he stayed ...

I wrote this little piece for myself. I deem it rather appropriate for today, as I am celebrating my 701 year in Paris, Texas. Sharty, gleaming Sharty Pride of the ...

This is the last time it will be like this. Leaves crinkling underneath my yielding broom as I fight the urge to straddle it, flash a wicked grin and instead ...

Is heaven reserved only for those with a gleam of divinity in their eyes? Only for those able to grapple the fact that they are damned— (damn fools) or rather ...

I'll be away again for a week, so make sure you give me lots of nice advice and nasty criticism to come back to. Love you all, etc etc blah ...

I swear, I can't write anything serious. But nonetheless...let me unveil my shiny (and sparkly) first attempt at a sci-fi. --- December 10, 1985 The news footage- men in pressed ...

We lap ,like dogs, the salt out of the wounds. covering mine and your lips nearing mine, Mine, mine, mine. IckI wish you could know how, sitting in this too-small ...

It was all an economy of thin. Ginger leaves sway, crisp and bitter, as they give death wishes to pipe dreams, let them flitter out to the horizon and forever ...

CHAPTER 2 – In the heart of the enemy. Neya missed the soft forests and rolling hills of her homeland, Ravintrov. She missed her family and her friends and basically, ...

alas and be aghast, poor women for i am a sad and lonely actor set across the corpses of crippled hearts, dripping across the pages of your soul infested letters ...

one thousand half loves lying on a beach spread open thighs defecated by the horrid leeches a dove flies above a violent sunset and passes out drunk in the sand ...

Deposit one man into a woman's throat watch red mucous spill out, convulse and fire dangerously into pupils "i am the mark of resistance" yells out the one legged soldier ...

vultures dancing tyrants waving obscenities in the air women want to cut their smut so the worms won't eat their luck out men want to shoot out the boar's head ...

A sunrise quickly rolls forward into high noon and naked Lucas wakes up with an ache, a bruise and a filthy tasting cherry flavored mouth. "Oh, you handsome devil." Ada ...

A hot July mid-afternoon smiles across a suburb in Michigan. It is Sunday and people lay in their yards daydreaming, watching their water sprinkler's spit across the lawn. Iridescence splashes ...