Young Writers Society

And so began the decline of the first dynasty of the Young Writers Society. Sadness swept the land as their leader, Nate, was forced to watch his kingdom die. Like ...

It is just you, us, and the low, saturated clouds in all directions. There is nowhere for you to go, your boat is in splinters, its nets ripped to pieces, ...

Ice Cream Cones in Hand Jimmy and I are walking the half-mile back to our neighborhood, ice cream cones in hand. I’m talking about the movie we just saw, simply ...

[u]Chapter 3[/u] Siefer smiled and said, "sure your just like me, you want to wreak havoc just as much as I do." Zell pipped in suddenly and Squall wanted to ...

From beyond the horizon the armies come, marching in time with the drum, and the many trumpets sound, until the message shakes the ground. They sing: "Lo, we mighty armies ...

This is the result of an english task for school, but I figured since it is creative writing I'd see what some people here think. The main thing I'm hoping ...

(I had to write this for school. I figured I'd post it.) Feeding print in finery At the hypocenter of Death-defying reality – You feel the guilty casualty Of a ...

Alone, child, you whisper You cannot face this world With thin air on your arm – Searching from darkness, You scrounge dumpsters And struggle to shine light All the way ...

dance floor sagas are created and shattered among liquid stripes of light and congealing techno beats that fuse hipbones together. lean fingers scrabble for a taste of flesh real skin ...

[DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. Just thought I'd make that clear. Also, there are potential spoilers for the six Harry Potter books released, ...

My eternal homage to all who were in the chatroom last night, apparently talking (with y'all) got my creative fiction juices flowing. All comments, suggestions, crits welcome. (Rated for language ...

'Rapture me,' you sang to me, 'Please succumb my soul from this wretched body.' I apologized, and refrained from doing so. 'Apathy,' you explained, 'Is greater an opiate than religion.' ...

The Queen of Dolls It’s full of dolls. Dolls litter the room, some on the bed, some on the windowsill; they’re everywhere. Most of them have short necks. They used ...

Something from the archives of my life. I think I wrote this a year ago. Enjoy. The Sunset The waning light glanced off the bay piercing the sand near were ...

The only draft that has been drafted is the one presented here. Not my best work, but it's something recent that I'm fond of. The Tragedy of a Tradeoff (Haiku) ...