Young Writers Society

[Hells Tools is part of a new trilogy I am writing called "Daggered Heart", Vericon city slums are based on the Victorian London slums. Crits welcome] PROLOGUE Vericon City was ...

Why Jenny left Justin Dear Jenny, It seems so long ago yet it wasn’t. Mere hours ago you still loved me, and I loved you. Not that I don’t love ...

falling is the closest we've ever cometo doing something right. those words painted by your eyes were soaked with tears, ruined by the clouds, torn by the thunder until you ...

I was going through some of my stories, and I found this piece of dialogue in one of the more recent drafts for a story I wrote. Upon rereading it, ...

Probably should be under scripts, but I'm more interested of the "romantic" aspect. Besides, I *might* novelize it anyway, so whatever. Here we go! Scene: An empty hallway, save for ...

The swans pass by as a symbol of our love, the clouds they part, hope from above. Upon the soft earth, water twinkling at our feet, the flowers blossoming, smelling ...

Well, this is sure to be a humiliating post. One of my first attempts at poetry. Any criticism and advice would be greatly appreciated. 1994. Written April 13, 2006 I ...

Lord of Thunder Across the heavens he rides, In his chariot of gold; Rumbling over darkling clouds, He's fearless, steadfast and bold. Wielding his mighty hammer, Poised above his holy ...

Ok, I hope I haven't posted this too late, but heres my attempt at this challenge Closure ‘I’ve never been to this beach alone before‘ she thought as she parked. ...

A tapestry of green grass hair runs thick beneath a maiden's thigh, the luscious drops of golden daylight ordained with the fruits of colors, and the warmth in melodic, silver ...

Disclaimer: I do not own Spirited Away. The brakes squealed loudly, and the old yellow school bus came to a rumbling halt in front of the construction site. The children ...

SuburbiaA storm is coming Skittled rocks on river pavement In a mesh of bloodshed hair Tongues secured in thin glass windows The blooming blossoms, yielding pears Blown in cancer New ...

Aerne smiled as his turbolift shot up into Upper Coruscant. The metallic world almost seemed heavenly draped in the morning light, but its beauty felt foreign to the soldier, whos ...

His eyes squinted. I would say his eyebrows furrowed, except he didn’t really have any. At all. People said that he had lost them in a super galactic war. They ...

I'm calling this Historical Fiction because it technically qualifies, due to the setting being on a ship. There are few details to prove it, but it is a merchant vessel, ...