Young Writers Society

Chapter 1 Just Another Day “Come on,” whispered a slender young man to his friend. They went silently across the foggy docks of New York City. Their white robes trailing ...

life was meant. to harness,to flow our opinion is what we make it and without us there would be no and without our Creator there would be no us.

This is very much a story poem, with some prose stuffed in. Thursdays It must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays. - Arthur Dent, Hitchhiker's Guide ...

An enthusiastic young lady stood on a grassy knoll over looking some training fields. She shivered in excitement and glanced over at her companion, her emerald green eyes wide as ...

It was on the morning of January 16, 1973 that James Hakner, a young man of 22 years, had first begun to hear the rumors of “The forgotten.” It was ...

Fear struck the faces of children and parents. Soldiers fought to save lives, but never managed to last long enough. The king fought ahead never looking back at the faces ...

Rounding and whirling Lost in the rhythm Pounding and sinking Dreams of tomorrow Lost in the dances Silver in moonlight Scarlet in bloodbath Glory and passion Ecstacy blooming Dancing til ...

Tell me what you think! Anne fell to her knees, pressing the heals of her palms to her fore head. "Well?" An annoyed voice demanded. Anne dropped her hands and ...

I wrote this song on the guitar to a soft wandering minor melody. I like the way it sounds as a song, but I'm not sure if it's any good ...

Very short story, not really supposed to make sense (just something i wrote down and edited a bit, might do something with it, most doubtful though) A tall blonde man ...

The Black Bandit By Anna Nolte Chapter I A tall man with a sinister countenance approached a shorter man that was livid with rage. “Has he struck again?” “Yes, damn ...

I don't usually write sad stuff like this but let me know what you think. My breath clouds the frosty air Dogs bark loudly They are coming I climb a ...

Is this REALLY stupid? Or is it good? Do you ever have that feeling that your being watched? Do you? Do you ever have that feeling that your not alone? ...

This is my first poem that I've composed so I bet it's really bad, but there it is. There are rumors in the town They say 'tis 'bout Mr. Brown ...

"SO sorry Kia I have tooken your life away but it was your time". "Who are you?" "Well the angel of high Casttello". "My name is Beth Im so sorry ...