Young Writers Society

and what you do not know is that the end of days has already begun. there will be no white horses running through the streets of this penultimate apocalypse. only ...

The flight was miserable, but less miserable than I had expected. The three-year-old behind me was adorable, even though he pulled my hair and drooled a bit. I’m tired and ...

Visions on Soft Grass The shadows of dusk lean heavy on the evening sky as I fall to soft grass. My mind plays a smooth jazz tune painting for me ...

This is a story that i just finished checking over and fixing. A note for those who don't read Mercedes Lacky: The elves are based off of hers, though this ...

The World's First Ostrich Chirp was small. No, he was tiny, a midget. No he was practically microscopic! He hated being small. He wished he would have a sudden growth ...

She sits alone rocking in the corner Trying to remember what happened to her She knows now why there is a mourner She knows who it was in the back ...

Hey guys thanks for critting the other chapters, I thought while I went through them I'd post the next one so I could get started lol, thanks again 2 18th ...

For twelve years this memory lay dormant in the pit of my recollection. Neither I, nor my keeper ever mentioned it again, knowing the penalty that was to pay. I ...

The shadow of a shadow, leans against my feet. A symphony of darkness, plays its note within my head. The arcane words and the abstract art, create their own canvas; ...

If you want to hear the mp3. - It's like the 4th song down, I think. "It's About". I'll do my best to return the favor of feedback, as well. ...

My Pillow is wet with tears again. Another person left behind. Am I that forgettable? Doesn’t anyone notice me? Remember my name? See my face? Doesn’t anyone want to find ...

Do I really suffer? You say I do, But I have ceased to feel. Your sheet of tears hides my face and distorts my view. Do you think it Sad ...

For the most part, the Catholic church and I stay out of each other's way, but I've always loved the Virgin Mary and her story... so here's my tribute. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- ...

"I hate you mum!" I slammed the door hard, the old and rotten building shook and the door cracked at the side. I let out a long and painful sigh. ...

[pre]It cannot be this way but it must On this earth you and I cannot be us. You, born of the sunlight and I, daughter of the night. It is ...