Young Writers Society

A random idea that came to me. It's dark. Constructive criticism would be much appreciated!

The lost of my grandmother.

A read between the lines flash fiction of a forgotten bitersweet love...angst, angst, angst

So, so you think I'm your man?

Title stolen from a Breaking Benjamin song. Just read it.

Just... Something about a terrified guy. Sort of...

A story about a girl that I knew and the way I saw her ending... (as the end)

This is not a story with any religions in mind... it's just a made up place with a made up rulse.

just a short paragraph or two about a girl in anguish and paradise; confusion and certainty; and in love and in pain.

Her chestnut curls bounce as she walks on the cobblestones.The only sound tonight is the hollow click of her heels on the street. She conceals a dagger in her ...

She kept checking her wrist-watch, time didn't seem to pass. Patience is a virtue, but a virtue she lacked. And as usual, a five minute wait felt like eternity. Whatever ...

I awoke to streams of moonlight filtering in from the window and a loud crash audible in the distance. My muscles stiffened, but the grogginess of sleep still had not ...

They told him he'd never amount to them. They said that they were better than he was. They insulted him, commented on how his life was going. They threatened him, ...

you've blocked me this probably means you hate me except, i haven't done anything to make you hate me in fact, for the past 10 years, all i've done is ...