Young Writers Society

This is an article I wrote for parents who feel that their kids need to get off Myspace. I might have to post in parts considering how slow my computer ...

This bloodline is full of strong women Figurines ice cold against the raging storm Of emotional men, the backs on red hands Flung against faces, They are not porcelain, but ...

wow. i can really get inside the persons head, i especially like the "this apathy swelling up inside me is the measure of mere inches between the tip of my ...

The Maypole stands In the deserted field Of a ruined school A tree stands beside Gnarled branches lifted Black from soot and ash The maypole’s paint Is cracked down And ...

Portrait in Twilight: The Butterfly - An Exercise in Surreality: 23 April, 2006 ...:Inspired by Genesis' 'Harlequin':... ... The God spoke to the butterfly from his golden bridge on the ...

Chapter 1 - Huntseye I watched my huntseye swivel on point, around and around. Its pupil didn’t move, I touched the top of it and it stopped, lifting it from ...

He was running through the underbrush. The wind was strong and unrelenting, seemingly taking direction from the overbearing rain. Everything was wet, which made it virtually impossible for him not ...

Chapter 1 A high wind frizzled the silent woods, a gentle rush through the tall branches. The sky was pale blue overhead, cloudless and cold as new winter, meeting the ...

Hopefully I can keep this going and update it semi-frequently. Let me know what you think, each and every one of you influences how I write with your comments! Within ...

THE SONG I"M ABOUT TO WRITE IS OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD> HOPE YOU LIKE IT: Something sings to me sings inside my dreams no one can hear me ...

*I hope this ruffles some 'tail-feathers' of the 'conservative', 'elite' of 'agenda' that seeks to bring down the 'liberal traitors'. Bush's approval rating has dropped over 10% since January. The ...

I DONT KNOW WHAT CATEGORY THIS IS IN BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT: The Look of Tomorrow Part One- The First Day with HIM

Innocence drapes me like a white cloak virginity my eyes are pure closed to the passion, the rain of desire drizzling your body My ivory tower is water-proof Yet a ...

I'd like to be crude, play nasty, bend the rules, in short my dear fellow, i want to be you. can i crawl into your single-breasted waistcoat and your leather ...

“the other one” A work in progress She was the ghost of stimulation when I first saw her pass my way; a premonition, thrown here by some divine command. Her ...