Young Writers Society

Shit, I'm falling. Turns out there was a seemingly bottomless pit behind the wall of light. Go figure. The walls of the pit seem to be made up of rock, ...

There is a moment after that first drink hits, a moment in which you feel like you can do anything. That first drink is just enough to save you from ...

She cupped the wriggling larvae in her palms and whispered her plea, her words as frail as spider silk: You and I have butterfly dreams.Teach me how to metamorphose. She ...

There once was a boy from Nags Head, Who flew his kite into a shed. He went to retrieve it, And now he can't see it, The kite is now ...

The edges of all things turn in Rhythm, parading their contours and Concretes. “We are too, too solid!” they cry. And the eye is seduced. It comforts Its aching peripherals ...

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living ...

Sorry... I'm editing it so I can change the names, the storyline...etc...

I tried really hard to split this up evenly, this first chapter is twenty pages, so I decided to start off with only the first eight. This is only the ...

(For those of you who haven't read the other chapters, here's and overview: Los Malos, an L.A. gang, beats up a kid, gets two new-comers named Connie and Mike, and ...

I was born in a factory. One made of steel and large ramps. Trees would go in one side of the conveyer belt and pencils would come out the other. ...

Note: I already have chapter 2 up and its completely valid, no revising before critiquing that needs to be done. ------ Satu sat up too quickly and the world spun. ...

Shadows Crossed Max had always had luck, that isn’t to say that it was always good luck per say but luck all the same. He sat now in the same ...

Tilting my head upward, I look at the two glistening shapes hovering above me. I’ve lingered so long to see them that know I wonder if it really was worth ...

It's long, so just be prepared. Genocide B.D.M. Dedicated to the Armenians slain during World War I due to the Ottoman Genocide. The town I was born in had no ...

Holme’s Last Resort I couldn’t help but smile at the sight, for what a sight it was. His twitching eyes his bulging veins. Sherlock Holmes, champion of reason, master of ...