Young Writers Society

Mild language ahead.

Dear listener, Sorry this had to be an audio recording instead of writing or typing. I desperately wish we could have written this down, but I'm afraid we didn't have ...

"What is logic? And reason?" I say to you. "For if the mind changes as the season, what part does knowledge play?" "Our very reality, is illusion, ...

Introduction It was just like any day and I was walking home from school. Then, out of nowhere the sidewalk turned purple and kind of slimy. I looked up ...

Warning, does contain a couple of swears. I was trying out writing plays and being humorous at once. I think the result is a stupid accident that deserves to be ...

Hercules: The Age of Heroes They write no headlines when you're old; Pan is dead. Megora menopausing, but nobody cares where the old heroes go. I might save a damsel ...

After everyone boarded the cruise, it started on its way to the atlantic ocean. Britanny stood at the very front watching the tip part the rolling waves. She is hanging ...

Oh, how horrid, I'm caught in your orbit. I've gravitated to you and all that you do. What a force to behold! It's physics, I'm told, and it works on ...

*I put this story onto YWS through my mom's iPad, so if there are mistakes in spelling, grammar, or submitting structure, I apologize* I noiselessly watched the gingerbread man as ...

The only sound that could be heard was the faint whoosh of a spinning fan and the soft beating of a heart. The air was thick with heat, creating little ...

Once upon a time, there was a unicorn named Paul. Paul was a very friendly unicorn who loved carrots and to play with the bunnies. One day, Paul decided to ...

Wallace Connors woke on Wednesday with his nose glued to the pages of Lolita. His furious wife buried herself in Anna Karenina in retaliation. Wallace tried to placate her by ...

Camping With the hippy The water was fast moving and ice cold. I could feel the fish and whatnot swimming around my body. Good thing that stuff doesn’t creep ...

Country Cliche. Don't you ever get tired of the same ol' thing? The strum of the guitar, the twang of the string? That blonde haired girl and her big blue ...