Young Writers Society

perfectly blending persons smile in darkness--nothing. skin inches away from a horizontal; combative friendship stands still. hands grasp throats, angering the pulse that beats for both. a mutual pass

I. Yes, boys and girls, we came from a rock. you share a common heritage with earthworms. there is no right and wrong and don't bring guns to school, don't ...

I read this not long ago (along with Eragon) and I LOVED both. (The movie is good - if you haven't read the books.) Oromis and his dragon - yes, ...

Leave time for joyfulness For hopefulness, and sadness, Yet nought forget the lot For gifts like theses are treasures That never can be bought Set aside time for playing For ...

Your draped arms frame mine: (alive with bedside fallacies) the perfect picture of tragedy. Haunting eyelid pantomime-- (To forget to forgive Christianity) --Strung with your form, I dreamt to see. ...

September 1, 2007 Today is the first day of eighth grade. I want to cry because Laurie completely blew me off. So much for BFF. She was trying to impress ...

I observe and don't partake, but do I know the people who do. They could be kids from school, the kids that sit next to you. Go down to the ...

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Who Art Thou? Who art thou that prowls passageways at dusk? Garbed in a white gown with white slippered feet. No trace left at dawn but a perfumed musk Of ...

Note: I am by no means a poet...nor do I write, or in some case understnd poetry. This is the only poem I've ever written, and I'm taking a big ...

[This is not yet complete. I do plan to finish it, so please feel free to comment.] The four sat in opposite corners, never quite knowing how exactly they had ...

EDIT: New version is a few posts down EDITEDIT: Officially current version is here: . .. ... .. . Fallacy In Formal Wear Crack a cap, to slip it back; ...

End I woke up the next morning with my limbs shaking. I was sore. Everywhere. The memory of yesterday was so vivid in my mind that I don’t remember how ...

The morning rises above Gabrielle's head with honor, while being dragged by time and off his chest. Twilight covering the silent horizon, similar to a stance of an undoubted warrior. ...

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