Young Writers Society

To every story, There is a dark side of the light, Seeping walls of secrets, Unknown ends. The notion in my head, Spinning me round, I believed if I walked ...

The Oxford-MIT Time Reduction and Manipulation project proved to be a boon for the world of physics at the beginning of the twenty-third century. Initial test results with formulas garnished ...

This was an essay for my Composition III class last year. Enjoy! -- Bathing in olive oil is like preparing oneself for the cannibal’s thanksgiving. It is similar to rub-bing ...

Across the room, his eyes met hers - the joining of two lost souls, searching for someone to find them. It wasn’t a moment that stopped time around them. It ...

babygirl she was reading a poem about a girl who got her cherry popped thinking about perverted things but mostly sadness and the size of her thighs she was waiting ...

My tiger-print curtains are drawn back and the window is wound open half-way. I don't know about you, but I can feel a grey breeze that slips into my room ...

Never again, never again, Will I succumb to the back of your hand, Forever bruised, Scars you will never see. I tried to burn these lies but they keep coming ...

Snow falls hard onto the cold ground on which a lone man lies down, waiting for death. It is so cold that his blood seems to freeze, no matter the ...

Planet dreams I Come forth children, don’t be scared, I mean you no harm, join with me, Everworld, Let us dwell in the ever-lasting innocence and purity. Come forth children, ...

This is another story from my world as well. Hope you like it... Its not finished though _________________________________________ Elenor. A city of beauty, its marble towers engraved with golden runes, ...

And I swear I wont let you win again, the angels above bleeding for you, the pearly white gates of perfection Covered in roaring fire of hate And I can't ...

Yes, it is him, the man with the silver eyes. He’s tall and imposing, intimidating in the least. His shaggy mane of hair was a sickening brown. He inspired fear ...

groggy blood wanders sleepily in my veins, hauling its great load and never safe from the papery, flimsy film of my white skin. it is hardly immortal; rather weak and ...

Road Trip 1. The shadowy grass made a wet squish with each step. Thomas followed Rocky as they crossed the soccer field. “So,” Thomas said. “Where exactly are we going?” ...

Don't read this if you are offended by swearing. I gave it a PG13 rating for the language, but it's fine if younger people read it. I just gave it ...