Young Writers Society

Walking on the grim road, Not knowing where it leads, The obsidian crunches under my feet, Thoughts of my evil past rushes at me, The chilling air brushes against my ...

A/N: Our band director gave us a vague assignment to artistically express our thoughts/feelings/ideas about a piece we're playing called Angels in the Architecture. Here is a link if you ...

First story

Heavy Traffic It took three agonizing months to realize that no one was coming for me, though many a search had probably been organized. It took an entire ...

A meticulously executed dance, shadows cajole the tightened strings, darkness taunting; cantankerous laughter malevolence tangible; oppressive weight. Capered whispers; enwreathing isolation, prespira

When the Raven is "rescued" from her freakshow by a woman claiming to be her grandmother, all she wants is to escape. But dangerous magic and family secrets are stirring, and it might not be as easy as she thinks...

Short Horror Story!

Thumps and crashed were heard throughout the house, the faint, quick sounds reaching the ears of young Priscilla. She blinked her tired eyes open, lifting herself from her bed with ...

I just editied it.

(Set: One room with worn carpet, old yellowed chairs, peeling wallpaper, boarded up windows, frames with no pictures, a ton of magazines and books and half finished projects, small old ...

Demon Hunter The Beginning Prologue A young woman walked down the long, dark, and empty hallway. The wooden floor creaked under her as she took another ...

Johny was a boy no older than six, and he was running for his life. His lungs and legs were burning but the cold air froze the sweat on his ...

Crystal ClearChapter 1I was born in a small village, just outside of London, to Lady Elizabeth and Lord Mathew Stratt. We lived in the largest house in the village and ...

Crystal ClearPrologueThe tray landed on my desk with enough force to move the plates and bowls around and make a loud clattering sound that woke me. I jumped out of ...