Young Writers Society

YaaaY! Chapter two! I know this part is a little boring and long, but it gives alot of huge hints about the plotline and develops Elai alot!! Please review and ...

A hope. A wishMind taking flightHorror. Lovedreams show you delightYet with a flick of the eyes It all dissapearsAs the reality sinks in You burst into tearsIt all felt so ...

Preface: I stood up and walked to the door. I was standing alone. All alone. I touched the knob and felt it's cool metal against my smooth hand. I took ...

For brooke9000. Still a little rough. Brennan woke up in silent agony. The strong nausea pinned him to his bed as effectively as any wrestler, and terror dulled his wits ...

Jo sat on the deck, her feet propped up against a barrel. They had docked the Goddess just off the coast of Cuba, careful to use the craggy outcroppings as ...

“Olivia.” His voice cracked like a whip and Olivia flinched at its sternness. So much for avoiding that confrontation, she thought as she swung around to face him. “Father, you ...

An Ode to ChildhoodShe dances behind her mother,twirling through the grocery store,as she gives pet names to the vegetables,enclosed in her imaginary setting. But the seven-year-old cannot imaginethe

Er, this is my first attempt at poetry...Thought I'd just give it shot and see what came out. Philophobia=fear of love~Pink*Edited a bit...__________________________________PhilophobiaA drop of sweat,

What is tomorrow without you?Another lightless dayThe morning sky stops being blueCasting shades of grey.What is tomorrow without your embrace?A parody on lifeTaken from me that smiling faceSo easier

She sits and sips sweet liquor,wrongly deeming her thick-bottomed glass a crystal ball. A mess of tangled, red veins stain white iriseswith spots of blood;Two crisscrossed brown eyes fix ontwo ...

A/N: For Hannah's Contest. Painting by Pierre Auguste Renoirshe would only bring her hair down in the morning,when it was to be combed with a whalebone-handled brush, whiteand small like ...

Dramatic YesRealistic YesTrying At timesWho am I? A teenager

Adrenaline pulsing through my veinsSweat dripping down my faceThe thrill of the gameThe shock of my victoryKnowing, wanting, tryingAchievingMeeting a goal is my victoryNo matter how big or small.[*]i.

This is just a little story I wrote. It's set in the aftermath of the Prince of Persia storyline (PS3 Game) and I hope you like it.

Death has become a common thing on the streets todayPeople broadcasting it, like it was their nameDays come by, Someone saysI lost a friend And it goes onGreed has become ...