Young Writers Society

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I am like a roadway Going every which way Curving, turning and Swerving down lanes I don't know where I'm going Or where I'll end up next I travel through ...

I hate our twentysomething year old, too happy math teacher, Ms. Laughlin. She likes to stand in front of the class and toss her lustrous blonde hair from one shoulder ...

Wishing on a Plane Written on a flight to New York. I don’t know who are the couple sitting next to me. They speak an entirely alien language – perhaps ...

Hands rising, legs leaping – let me slip into those jazz shoes again. One hop and one skip is all it takes to leap across the universe. If only I ...

I remember standing at a bus stop in the sun with my hands hidden behind my back and confessing to you, brightness in my eyes. I remember dragging behind, alone ...

I "Like a gun shot I flew.I didn't look behind me.I didn't open my eyes.But let me open yours." Alex had read it over and over again in the past ...

I've just finished the ninth book in the series (White Knight) and there is a tenth book currently in hardback that I'm waiting to come out in paperback so I ...

Just another vampire story. I hope it isn't too long... Anyway, R for language and a bit of violence. Some sexual innuendo, but nothing overt. Enjoy! EDIT: Incidentally, this is ...

I’m a flower. I’m serious. A simple, white daisy. Most people don’t take me seriously. I guess I don’t really blame them; after all, I’m just a flower. And it’s ...

Fall asleep; Waste away; Make childhood fears; Drop dead today. I don’t want to smile; I don’t want to cry; Want to stay in my room; Away from the hype. ...

An evening star glistening bright. The sunset fades to blackest night. Flowers close their delicate petals, Capturing all the beauty inside. What has been is no more, Whats to come ...

The calm gentle swells of the evening Turn into towering giants with moon crested edges Then roar into a foaming crash of anger Which bubble out to a clear looking-glass ...

All I want for Christmas… (A short story) 'What do you want for Christmas Loretta?' My best friend Sam asked me as we walked on the snow-covered gravel into town. ...

You don’t see what I see. Do you know that I can see them? No. Really. If you wanted, I could tell you what they looked like. I could describe ...