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He wasn’t too old for her. Eleven years? Nah, it was like the prairie. She was the oldest daughter of a planter; he was the handsome twenty-eight-year-old man who had ...

Just the beginning of something longer. John was born on a large brass bed. His mother could just make out the pale curve of her high, damp forehead in the ...

It needs a revision. And a fitting name. Thanks guys! Pull the bow smoothly now, Like a rake in a zen garden. Curve your chin now, With the essence of ...

The last 4 lines need work, but I wanted to finish before I turn in for the night. Thoughts? Tear it up! Romanticism in full swing Your teacher’s nearly sweating ...

I hate having hair in my face. But what I hate more is the way I look without bangs. So I tough it out. Whenever I get my bangs cut, ...

For Rosey Unicorn's Elements of Nature Contest His eyes are colorless, Like the sky that threatens to rain, But never does. When he smiles It is like the soft, grey ...

I wrote this as a creative writing assignment last year. We were supposed to compose poems from words and phrases found in magazines. Falling Hard... Baby, it's cold outside. Miss ...

All right guys... I know I've been MIA from YWS for a while and I feel guilty about crawling back and asking for reviews. But I did a whole bunch ...

Song: Can't Take It, All American Rejects (don't laugh at me... it was my freshman year) Word: Tragic Hero The morning sun streams through the bars on Jared’s window, but ...

Song: I Love How You Love Me, The Paris Sisters Word: Reversal Having Mrs. Calvert for eighth grade English was the WORST. She wore shorter skirts than anybody’s mother and ...

In Memoriam, from Les Choristes Deux ex machina The soldiers march onward in rigid rows, Identical breastplates catching the light; Each man is focused on the cursed foes, Teeming with ...

Song: A Whole New World, from Aladdin Word: Irony Mommy wakes you up. “Five more minutes!” you try to say, but you can’t ‘cause you’re still asleep. Mommy opens the ...

Sorry to flood the boards with my stuff, but I had to finish cal's contest because the deadline is TODAY. Song: Dream, Roy Orbison Word: pathos “Hi, Becky. This is ...

I have to admit, I usually have a very cheap taste in books. I frequent the "Teen" section of the library. But I'm trying to become more classy in my ...

For Lethero's contest. Sunlight glittered on Kit’s red hair as he crossed the commons. It was already late afternoon, and he felt fine. Great. He stopped for a moment at ...

There are purple blossoms, like great bunches of grapes being fed to a man of some importance from the hand of a slave. An odor too sweet mortifies the nose, ...