Young Writers Society

It was of those November mornings when I wished I had remembered gloves. The air wasn’t quite bitter yet, but my fingertips were numb, thrust inside thinly lined pockets. My ...

An Inevitable Conclusion “I am. I exist. Why? Why do I exist? Do I have a… reason? I exist to know I exist? No. That is incorrect. If I did ...

I don't care if my whole 6Th grade class is staring at me right now. I don't care that my teacher is trying to coax me away. I'm not letting ...

The cold kiss of a blade, The sharpened edge descending His life, my love, is ending It’s too late for love my dear. Sorrows stream down my face, Endlessly descending, ...

More the same kind of stuff as seen in Fly Swatting Whit Monday, for so many just anther excuse to litter areas of Outstanding Natural Beauty with paper bags, holds ...

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I'm on my own for the first time. I'm going places and I'm feeling just fine. I'm writing my own songs and singing 'em too. I'm not feeling the weight ...

War is the systematic slaughter of the innocent,.....tied and bound under what is considered......sometimes as mass genocide,......politicians wage wars, so do......tyrants command armies to wars cour

I sat there on the bed with her. We were both quieter than usual. We were carefully playing out our last scenes of the Game before she left for the ...

This is long, but only makes sense when read as a whole. Take your time. My name is Martin Delver. I’m standing alone in the dark right now. You might ...

8.27pm, 19th of May Father, mother and Harold are out hunting the local wildlife; I hope that they do not mistake a human for a deer… The first day of ...

A tribute to P.G. Wodehouse: The Joys of Indoor Golf I was once accused, when I was found mixing nitro-glycerine in the potting shed, of having nothing decent to occupy ...

Hi guys. Normally I won't post on romances but I thought I might as well since one person told me to share a short story that I wrote for english. ...

Just a short piece. My first prose in a long time. - - - “You want to know something, kid?” Gregory slurred, a scanty giggle working its way into his ...

Your hands the most. Small and very brown. The rings - too heavy for those little fingers - but so pretty! Turquoise and gold from Spain. And one diamond, large. ...