Young Writers Society

My fingers are on the trigger. The gun is pointed at your heart. My heart is already broken. Broken so much there's nothing left. You've done it for the last ...

The Ordinary Frog Once Upon a Time... Yep, you guessed it: In a Far Off Kingdom... There was a frog. He was not a talking frog, or a frog prince, ...

Correspondence My dearest Tom; I am writing to you from the coziest little apartment I have ever seen! It is situated in a less wealthy part of London, but even ...

Poetry The line, the verse, the thought that defines us. The battle of wills between pen, mind, and soul Abandon yourself, for there are no rules or judgment Raw emotion ...

When Firecrow, arrived at the Taku Island meeting with Eve, Bulls Eye and Myakka, a sense of uneasiness was upon them. People stared at them as though they were devilish ...

“Guardian Firecrow, I need to ask you an important question.” The young Ankh Indian named Aviator or in the Ankh language “one with the winged,” said. “Yes Aviator how can ...

On November 17, 9999 young Simon Baxter rode home on the hover bus. In his seat television he watched bioball a sport played by mutated alien dogs, a form of ...

As the battle continued to streak on, Firecrow snuck under the rough raised section in the lower right hand section his village. As he crawled under the hatch and across ...

the sun rise above the horizon, and darts between the clouds orange lights turn the sky on sun shining out loud day rushes by, through time and space time seems ...

yesterday i thought you were God Almighty. i imagined you sprawled naked on my bed, with your sandy hair falling across your face. i had to bite my cheeks to ...

Feet traipse down the concrete, toes of shoes scuffing the rough grooves. Directly behind the park bench a Magnolia tree is sucking the life from the ground and taking it ...

Martico looked ahead as the crimson sun set over the hills of Degra, the cool breeze blew his hair around and blew the grass on the plains on the Island ...

black balloons pop splattering sin all over this D-day parade, where we march, skulls on baton heads, our bloodshot eyes begging "heavenly light, fall down on me." Trapped between two ...

Finnegan “Ouch” shrieked Finnegan as aphelia pulled off a huge leech. “Why did we have to go threw the swamp, you know it is always filled with leeches” exclaimed aphelia. ...

He was nearing the pick up point. He could now see a helicopter heading his way from a distance, one of his. It was time to get out of there. ...