Young Writers Society

can you feel the pain lingering through your veins it cant escape it wont escape it's now permanent to your blood you're now suffering and I like to see that ...

so we finally get what we deserve finally get every-thing cross it out from the gift list all the kids get The toys that they wanted parents all so happy ...

Piano, haunting, broken playing,reading, loving Fingers stroke the keys Freedom Clarinet, Intricate, difficult sighing, blowing, listening A rage to master, Obsession War Battle, crusade fighting, sta

~Chapter Nine~ Wizards and Spirits  Khor focused on his surrounding and felt them vibrate. He opened his eyes and saw the same wet, cell. He closed them

Fear: They ran. They ran as though, by running, they could escape what was coming. They reached the concrete landing and sat there, huddled in the corner. She pressed herself ...

I do not yet have a title for this, but this is the opening part of the prologue. I have only used the ms word spell checker so please do ...

Why do we sleep in church, But stay awake through a 2 hour movie? Why is it so hard to talk about God, but so easy to talk about sex? ...

Guy:"Lets have sex right now." Girl: "Can we do what?" Guy: "You know, can I be your first, finally?" Girl: "Um.....no." Guy: "Why?" Girl: "Because, 1. you have a girlfriend, ...

I think of you from time to time A fleeting thought shoved from my mind A bad dream and a cold sweat A time and place I try to forget ...

Incandescence wrote:This world is the only one we have; the others are too far away. The universe rambles on and forgets itself, repeating old stories (perhaps). There’s no knowing much ...

Lyssa led me down a long hallway. The walls were a deep purple, and gold curtains were hung over the doors. At the end of the hallway Lyssa knocked on ...

I get a funny feeling, It comes from deep inside. I get all mad and angry, Wanting to go and hide. My doctor calls it depression, My dad says it's ...

Your cavities and fork-tongued smiles trace out the frosting, peeling through layers, searching for the whore (cramped and as anxious as you) huddled in the inside hollow, her chapping lips ...

(Just wondering what YWS shall make of it.) He knows that those who only want to live speak in lyric, not in song.

I was at the dentist when it happened. It was all very innocent, really. There I was, lying against the sticky plastic of the examining chair, trying not to sweat ...