Young Writers Society

the machinists the touch at first is tentative then curious, as flesh meets flesh and all coherency is aborted the tumble of babbling springs forth into the clamy, damp air ...

baby doll she takes his kisses no matter what whether they be a slap on the cheek or the press of coldwhite knuckles she surrenders her body lax under the ...

the kid with the gun is my neighbor the two-colored eye man watches over the domain of the 3-legged dog whose limp is stiff from metal-pronged puppet strings daytime suburia ...

Sylvia If you look through the dipping boughs of the elm trees you can see the glittering patches of light that is her genius hidden beneath shadow layers of cotton ...

Fear Heartbeat, running Fleeing from a fear I Cannot see Silence which sears my Terrified soul Darkness which blinds me Clouding my mind. A piercing scream, Shiver from a nonexistent ...

Little Blue Eyes Such a sweet, little face, such big blue eyes, So expressive, they have no disguise. So in.occent, they widen with surprise, At anything in the untarnished skies ...

"Come hither, come hither, all ye nigh and long! We five of DeLoure bring pleasure and song!" As the ovation echoed festively through the courtyard amphitheatre, Barclay threw his hands ...

Everyday is a brand new day I remind myself of that all the time So why do I keep doing the same thing over and over I make promises all ...

I can still see you in my dreams It seems we're still together In that never-land of my mind Some magic power you have on me at night And even ...

Memories abound In every crevice and under every rock In the trickle of the water and the setting of the sun, This October twilight The most nostalgic time of day, ...

Coriacan, a young woodland elf with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, ran down the hall, following his younger brother, Corin. Father had called them all to his chamber, ...

As I woke up I felt a pain shoot up my arm and looked for its source, it was a nurse whom was poking a needle into my arm. Panicking ...

This is a song as well as a poem. But I figured it would get more attention being posted here. It may seem a little redundant but if you were ...

you married that black scarf that hooks around your neck like a rosyboa the brim hat you wear on sundays has pot shots on the top from the squirrel gun ...

Chapter Thirteen The stairs were long and made of marble, so it took quite an effort for Max and Jonas to hide their footfalls as they raced to the second ...