Young Writers Society

Originality By Barbara Takara Gillette It was ten o'clock when I pulled into the driveway to a dark house. Either no one was home or every one was asleep, though ...

Abomination Intoxication Fornication So many words leave abrasions And who am I to say Whether or not it rains And what are we to gain Serendipidy without the happiness Do ...

"Well this is certainly something." Jon said blankly after seeing the small dorm him and Liza would be sharing. It consisted of a small privy with a washtub, a couple ...

Readers, this is not the beginning of the story. If it seems like it needs a beginning, that's because I havn't typed it out yet. I will, soon, especially if ...

This piece is dedicated to all of those who think that they're life is hard. It is meant to be read exactly how it's written. The punctuation marks are put ...

In every thought in every mind a memory is held inside. Do you recall that certain place, that special time, that single face? The sound of raindrops on the leaves ...

Green lights or red lamps, lava or black apples -- 473 ways to look pretty and the taste of fresh fiction on your tongue. Happiness whirs on a color wheel, ...

Chapter 1 It was time. The sun was high and the waves were rolling over the blue water. The Silhouette was resting at the docks awaiting her maiden voyage on ...

It was of those November mornings when I wished I had remembered gloves. The air wasn’t quite bitter yet, but my fingertips were numb, thrust inside thinly lined pockets. My ...

An Inevitable Conclusion “I am. I exist. Why? Why do I exist? Do I have a… reason? I exist to know I exist? No. That is incorrect. If I did ...

I don't care if my whole 6Th grade class is staring at me right now. I don't care that my teacher is trying to coax me away. I'm not letting ...

The cold kiss of a blade, The sharpened edge descending His life, my love, is ending It’s too late for love my dear. Sorrows stream down my face, Endlessly descending, ...

More the same kind of stuff as seen in Fly Swatting Whit Monday, for so many just anther excuse to litter areas of Outstanding Natural Beauty with paper bags, holds ...

Removed.

I'm on my own for the first time. I'm going places and I'm feeling just fine. I'm writing my own songs and singing 'em too. I'm not feeling the weight ...