Young Writers Society

I have been writing a while but this is my first story here so feel free to criticize, its always good to hear what other people have to say. This ...

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A Morning Poem of Peace 7-16-05 The dawn reappears the light waves retain their dignity, as they lasertocrystal dance about us, The warmth is felt again, The dew that is ...

Enjoy. Reflection Isn't Enough Somewhere beyond healthy psychosis, and lost points of view, someone laughs like they got the best of me. Alone and drinking with split personalities, all of ...

Me-You Night angels 7-17-05 Night angels, looming on the edge of their dreamland, stand facing into the crystal full moon, exhale the softly-perfumed dew, pound their feet in nervous anticipation, ...

Warning: If you wish to look on, then beware of my spoiling of the new Harry Potter book, 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince'. *waves big sign that says 'Turn ...

Prologue I tried to block the screams of the young girl from my mind as I darted out of the kitchen. Tears blurred my vision as I ran through the ...

...something new being writing about ships. A tall, thin man walked along the deck, the sound of his feet against the wood perhaps the only audible noise besides the light ...

This is something that I have been working on lately. It's not my best work but I hope you like it anyway. Chapter One: Who ever thought that childhood enemies ...

This is just a story about a bunch of orks headed out into the desert. ORKS!!! So yeah... Gorka Morka, hope you know something about that. (Takes place in a ...

Critize freely. This poem is free style. Lol This is the first and last poem I write before I go to Switzerland. After this, I am off the English. This ...

V1. Don't you ever let your hopes fly down Like a bird with only one wing Don't let your dreams ever die out like a candle in the dark... CHORUS: ...

A mother was in her car with her three girls. The first one said, "Mom, why did you name me Lilac?" The mother replied, "Because when you were a baby, ...

He was a tall man, but broad. He was around fifty, so in all natural light, his once gleaming chestnut hair (which was now pulled back into a silk ribbon) ...

formated differently on my computer, it doesn't want to cooperate here. oh well. cheers CL Titian Dew The limey drips of water collect in rusted buckets and echo the passions ...