Young Writers Society

It was an afternoon in late Autumn. The air was frigid and the wind bitter. It blew in fierce little gusts, penetrating the old man's thin, worn coat and sending ...

Let it drown away the pain Nothing can harm me from behind this wall This invisible barrier Them foes strike feebly at it b-b-but it cannot touch me My eyes ...

I sit at the dinner table in a room bedecked in age old history Time is a frenzied whirlwind in my ears Tearing past, blurring colors and shapes in its ...

It begins in the depths of your core A rising A gathering of passion beyond description Cresting forth in an arch A tingling in the fingers That cannot be ignored ...

* Is it true what you've said about love? ** Trace your fingers across the line of her jaw, up her hairline and touch her quivering lips As her breath ...

This was the first song I ever wrote. I posted it a long time ago (Nov.-Dec.2004) and reposted it on TSR. The other night I made some changes, so now ...

Ezekiel uttered the final word of his arcane spell, the last syllable ending in a sharp cutoff. His outstretched hand glowed for an instant. Zeke's mouth turned up in a ...

An Explosive Yard Peck peck peck *BANG* Stupid chicken It walked into my backyard Dig dig dig *SIZZLE* The sun came out Detonated another land mine And then my dog ...

This is my first piece posted here, so I'm nervous to post this. But, here it goes: Romance Bubble bath Pink bubbles Blue soap Light a candle Shine a rose ...

An Ode To Squirrels Wunce I warse a-walking Down a cleanly path I sawr a little squirrel Larffing at me laffs. He warse a kindly fellow A nicely little gent ...

Summary: For 23 years Sara's past has been steadily pushed behind her. But a phone call from an old friend sends her reeling. She's been accused of her father's murder ...

This could definitely use some work. It’s something I’ve thought of doing for a year, but haven’t tried until tonight. Some of the rhythm is a little bit off—it needs ...

Clouds are dusty, not cold, not warm. Appearing at night, shivering, stuttering, spreading their red. Once clouds were settled, once clouds stood still. Today they are clever, for what spreads ...

Short, for/inspired by Fantasy Fool's Writing Challenge. Something of a character sketch. Vindictive, murmured the captain, pressed with wilting weariness against tiller, swaying. Along the shore voic

These rhymed: You gave me a snowglobe, said "watch the snow"; I held it close, but I once let it go. So I let it fall slowly, let it tumble ...