Young Writers Society

I know this play is VERY random and VERY retarded and VERY short but I'm experiencing both writer's and actress's block right now and it was the best I could ...

Hung Over Oh god, why dose my head feel like it was beaten in with a bat? I thought as I opened my eyes to the dimly lit living room. ...

I can't. Two words that downed my world. The words you refuse to hear. I can't. Is what brings me these tears. I can't. Is what fills me with this ...

Under the Eagle is the first of a series of books by Simon Scarrow, I have finished this one and will soon move onto the sequel, the Eagle's Conquest. It ...

Katherine slept that night, but she received no energy. Her dreams were filled with her dreadful past and of the owner of the motels disturbing grin. The grin wouldn’t have ...

[pre] Spring the beginning,

[pre] A life given, and taken back.

Prologue, The Inspector Liquid in jars is all it was to Blake. Just some unknown liquid with an unknown purpose in a facility he had been bribed to give a ...

I don't think i'll keep this name, but let's go with it until I can think up a better one =P so anyway, this is the prologue (well, about half ...

I'm pretty sure that no one put this topic up already, which I found a bit weird. So I'm about three quarters of the way through this and it's really ...

Same as the other 2 parts.

Opposite of life time is finished but hasn’t begun shattered into pieces but still together in one if I speak shall it be heard if I’m wrong will it be ...

Note: This is the beginning of a story that I intend on writing in a journal form. I am looking for opinions on the content as well as the format. ...

[pre]The room was dark, lit by only a few candles and a small window. Through the window, charred ruins of decades past could be seen. Even with such dim light, ...

The world engulfed in Chaos,Wrapped in her cold hands,The sun will go down,And will ne'er rise again.The bones of our fathers,The bones of our mothersShall be cast down into the ...