Young Writers Society

This is a story I submitted to a contest...it's semi-fantasy comedy. Let me know what you think, eh? Terminal KTB John Frost whistled cheerfully as he walked down the street, ...

(Note: this is a story less about the fantasy, and more about the development of people, as most of my stories are. Excuse the fact that the French written in ...

You'll notice the song that the old woman sings looks suspiciously like a romantic language, instead of a Slavic one. I looked up Bosnian lullabies, found this one, listened to ...

How had it come to this? He had been shown the respect of being allowed to remain in his tent, rather than a cell, but little else The fact that ...

Well, here's chapter one of a new novel I'm working on. I decided I would try different waters and wade into the fantasy end of the YWS pool. Hello there. ...

See, you must understand that being a vampire really isn’t all that glamorous. Its a difficult life for us and most people just think of us as a bunch of ...

[pre]Chapter One: Symbols The neon sign buzzed quietly in the early morning light. I clutched my coffee in one hand as I struggled with the keys to the shop. It ...

James stared at the package in his hands; he never got mail, he was a slave. "C'm' 'ere boy! Every secon' that passes will be anotha whip for ye." Mr. ...

There is a special kind of detachment that can only be associated with a funeral. Whether held in temple, field or out there in the wild; all funerals attract that ...

Sorry, but I'm editing right now. Like MAJORLY!

Ok, this is an old story I worked on well over a year ago, and about 3 months ago i rewrited the chapter, I've gone through a bunch of stories ...

1. Sleeping “Samantha Sampson, wake up this instant!” A loud crack filled the room as ruler met desk. The sleeping blonde girl woke up immediately as the teacher glared at ...

We do our best to make camp on the muddy, rocky ground. The grass from before, which Iarin tells me is called Shadowgrass, and grows even without sunlight, has grown ...

Her fingers were blue. It would be incriminating enough, if they hadn’t caught her in the act. Now it was just embarrassing. Bella Jones was known in the small town ...

Prologue The girl ran through the wet ally. Her white-stained-brown track shoes squelched on the ground as she ran. She looked over her shoulder quickly. The man was still chasing ...