Young Writers Society

The sound of your laughter Fills my soul with light Changing earth to heaven An Angel entered my life The dancing shadows of your dreams Twinkle brightly in your eyes ...

We stood by each other In a changing time of life. Together, We gave truth our all. Then in a world of dangers And enticing distractions, I helplessly watched you ...

William Golding wrote the novel,"Lord of the Flies," to show how boys would react without rules; he used many allegorical items to show this as his main theme. for example ...

"Innocnce is nonsense these days. That's what grandfather used to always say. Sometimes on days like these i agree." from the diary of Tairen Zyiak January 12th, 1352. Tairen walked ...

A Battling Plane There is a depth in souls, A dark chasm of emptiness and shame, An abyss of sorrow, As it grows, life seems unimpervious to its pull. There ...

So, this is the first thing I've pretty much ever put up on here that I've written. I know I really can't write but I figured what the hell. So ...

They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good. The filthy pile of humans ...

Vamp child,Dark child,Who shall kneel before ye? All those,Who wish,To keep their blood from me.Go now,And find,Me food for I hunger,I wish,To hunt,By the storm of thunder. As she,said that,Outside ...

Her words burn like fire, the hatred she has ommited sticks as glue to my memory bank of hurting words I delve into the creaking shelves of haunting dialogues and ...

~It was quiet, late in the open battle field of Serinia. The elves were still hiding in the trees ready to fire upon the enemy at any given moment. The ...

What are we but lonesome creatures prowling in the Night. Under the stars, under the sky, under the cold moonlight. The beauty, the sorrow, the laughter and fears, We'll be ...

When Your Mind Was Empty The way it used to be You'd sit at the desk Feathered pen in heavy hand Waiting for the words to come Waiting for inspiration. ...

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 ...