Young Writers Society

7-19-05 I’d like to see you, sprawled out, splayed naked beneath the remorseless summer sun to feel you, breathing with pillows of bitter softness, and long-dried tears... The things that’ve ...

Chapter Two: My lavender dress swished as I danced on the ballroom floor of the Leroux Manor. I had been dancing with Jonathon for the past three songs. Even, though, ...

The girl who wanders aimlessly within the confines of the barricaded flower gardens of Havelock Manor could have been great, someday. Could have been great if it were not for ...

The first light of the morning crept in the window though the narrow space between the pink-and-blue flowered curtains. A calm breeze wafted in with the scent of dewy grass ...

Chapter One: The carriage pulled to a stop, and I, Mary Jane Pendleton, miserably stepped down to the ground. My parents, Elizabeth and Jacob Pendleton followed my lead. “Do you ...

Hmm. Dark, but I like it. *laughs* I'm horrible at critiquing poetry. There's something about the last few lines though. I don't think it works for me. I don't know ...

Broken ideals decorate the path Error Corrected thoughts discarded Images of dirt filled imprints on the floor For the sounds of empty jugs of delivered water push into the vision ...

i would never admit to anyone but coffee stained notebooks and the anonymous white screen that i think of you. sometimes i try and hide it even from myself. if ...

Since people liked "Voices" so much, I went back and wrote something in the same sort of style. This one is from Jen's point of view... from before Kate broke ...

The grips of the mind Tearing apart the grain Friction giving way of the scalar emotion of the sane Crouched alone, in the rain Destroyiing the sent of a love. ...

This is rated for later chapters. This is my latest work, while I should be doing other stuff, but don't ideas always come to you during these times? Anyway Constructive ...

i know a girl who likes to write pretentious things like 'long live denim' on misty windows with cherry lipstick, like a horror movie with less screaming but even more ...

Night calls the living thoughts Day remembers them with fuzzy detail. Connected paths mix with within Falling situations make their place. The thought The mood The passing Become a single ...

This is a sample of my Bible-parody called "The book of rock". I like it so far, but please tell me if it is or not, or if I should ...

alright, i thought this thing needed to be redone a bit and i guess i finally go around to it. Um, i have the original chapter here still and then ...