Young Writers Society

His name was Joseph Jeremiah Miller. His nursery had been painted blue, with childlike, cartoon images of Noah’s Ark filling the wallpaper borders and shelves. His white crib had been ...

This reads like an acid trip, I sort of like it. Last stanza especially is quite evocative.

(This is just a brief scene with a character who came to me in the middle of spin class. It isn't really a story yet, but its a start) Affirmations ...

This is the script the group I was in for GCSE drama had to use for our practical exam. Re-reading it I can see why I got the grade I ...

Part III We trudged on, and I begin to get impatient. Why on earth did I ever agree to come down here? I think to myself, clenching my jaw and ...

Darkness covers all of me. Its like whenever I move I Kill something, I hurt something. Its just like theres a shadow over me. Controling everything I do, Everything I ...

This is something i just recently started. (same day as the post, but much earlier.) Well, have fun reading this and tell if you liked it or not. ******************************************************

First off i was a current member but sinces its been awhile iam know known as AngelBaby88, my old was little dreamer...I have a new story i hope to finish...its ...

Blank Paper (aka Writers Block) down in the dark where ideas lurk like twisting steamy vapours amidst cold trees; there you will find me sitting alone and wondering at a ...

Author’s Note: There has been much debate as to who started the mess, and what happened, even after many years. I am only a storyteller, a poor one at that, ...

First Trouble Then Comes Trouble or Syndicated Theatre By Matthew We were on the ground level, the street. I'd asked Sean if he had any leads at all this time. ...

“Diana” Visions of pink Care Bears called “Rainbow” And movie scenes in black and white Flicker across my mind before they Collide with combat boots And camouflage paint smeared across ...

1 Need more towels. The thought occurred to Jacob Thompson as he stared blankly into his reflection. Bright lights from a source somewhere in the other room shined at the ...

This is a story about a pickle named Pete and his life in his artists' loft in Dill, British Columbia. A new day dawned and the weather was giving all ...

When I awoke at dawn, it took me a couple of minutes to figure out why I had awaken in the floor without any clothing on and in the arms ...