z

Young Writers Society


Literary Works

Search literary works




  • Poetry » Narrative
    Writting;
    2

    [center][/center] THE DEEDS OF LOVE ARE JUST BUT THIS OF WHICH IS LOVE. Current mood: pessimistic Category: Writing and Poetry THE DEEDS OF LOVE ARE JUST BUT THIS OF WHICH ...


    aden's - Nov 11, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Like a river pt 1
    3

    Hi after my last slip-up I guess this is the best I can do.... The day was young and so were we, Eating by the water. She loved me and ...


    guy13 - Nov 11, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » General
    Matei Mizuki
    4

    The maiden It was early that Monday when I rose up from her bed, still struggling with remembering where everything was in this new house. Clock was to the left ...


    Steamrollers Solve All - Nov 11, 2008 - 15 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    The Triangle Effect
    9

    Chapter 2 "The Usual" He was smiling at me. He was smiling at me! But why? “Hey, Everrett.” “Hi, Chris.” Oh. My. Gosh. He remembered my name! “Do you have ...


    Theodorable - Nov 11, 2008 - 6 min read

  • Lyrics » General
    *deleted*
    2

    *deleted*


    deleted15 - Nov 11, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Short Story » Action / Adventure
    The method of madness
    10

    Oh-boy....someone hasn't written anything decent in a while... eh? Well... I hope this makes up for it. The streets were ghostly quiet, surprisingly lonely, and disturbingly distraught. Only litter st


    melkor - Nov 11, 2008 - 21 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    A love story.
    3

    That girl in the picture That make your eyes flicker And makes the drool run down your chin Every time that you see her You just want to meet her ...

    Random avatar
    chamberlainj - Nov 11, 2008 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    καλοκαίρι
    7

    Young trees and powder. Amateur cigarette butts on the porch Gonzo postcards from Madrid. A summer in Europe, an Englishman Living in Spain. And we were just sitting, when the ...


    errtu2 - Nov 11, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    At Last
    4

    The adrenaline unfolds into the last act of defiance On a the hollow wounded field, where venture capitalists applaud each hit, Seeing only platonic tackles and the wondrous parabolas of ...


    errtu2 - Nov 11, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Playing The Field - Chapter 7
    7

    Firstly, Sorry to everyone out there, if you dislike me flooding the forum with my story! I hope you guys like this chapter. I won't say whether I like it ...


    Meep(: - Nov 11, 2008 - 10 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    heres another poem cheers
    3

    This peom is a bit about drugs. We ate'em up and snorted the othersMore casual than bread and butterYou could find it a bit of a botherIm sure he wouldn't ...

    Random avatar
    chamberlainj - Nov 11, 2008 - 3 min read

  • Short Story » General
    That's What Life Is (Extract 1)
    10

    Ok, I was typing this late at night, so it might have some typos. Sorry in advance! Please critique! ********************************************** “Mom?” I peeked through the door. &ldquo


    Linx - Nov 10, 2008 - 9 min read

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Illusions of Life
    10

    Ok so I just started on this that's why it's so short but I'm working on it. Please read over and make sure its pretty interesting. THNX // The woman ...


    tay_star92 - Nov 10, 2008 - 2 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    The Comming of Vatalinos (part 3)
    3

    Just to refresh your memory, Mya has convinced Laynah to talk with her cousin Seigor about traveling to Nidowabliss together. However their first meeting went array and feeling were hurt ...

    Random avatar
    Amora - Nov 10, 2008 - 7 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    You are the Moon
    6

    Please do your worst critiquing. I'm just starting writing and really curious if i can do anything that makes it worth continuing and sharing it with anyone other than my ...


    Lynne - Nov 10, 2008 - 2 min read


Never express yourself more clearly than you are able to think.
— Niels Bohr