Young Writers Society

Chapter Three “The only things guys care about are looks,” Vikki informs me. I don’t answer, but I’m faintly surprised. My new friend never struck me as the type to ...

Thoughts gone astray, Thoughts gone dark, Silent are my prayers, Before I make a mark. Pulled out of darkness, Strangely I arise, Cloudy mind uncomprehending, Looking with slightly different eyes. ...

I can't sleep. I can't think. I don't know what to do. I sit playing Chess with myself. Why can't I sleep? Another piece captured. I am tired out of ...

This is a letter to Maynard James Keenan of Tool, Zach De La Rocha of Rage Against the Machine, and Karl Marx: Excuse my ignorance, dear sirs, Didn't know you ...

Cameron and Gideon walked out into the long hallway. "Each of these rooms are home to at least one person in the rebellion. We empty their houses and place them ...

"I have heard the tales that the gales have had to tell. I have cheated time and stole from it. i have walked the hall that leads to hell and ...

She stood facing towards the sky. Her legs trembled as her exhausted being, overwhelmed with fatigue crumbled to the core of the earth.. It was pouring heavily and the clouds ...

Many hours later Gideon awoke in a cold sweat. The room was cold, the digital fire nothing more than hot coals by now. A cold wind blew through the house, ...

This is like Oblivion because nobody knows you This is like an orphanage no real home to go to Its like Antarctica, its harsh and its cold too Like paper ...

If I should grow old will I be just like you? Piecing families together with fairytale glue. Make believe a Daddy for this storybook of mine, from photo album pages ...

Chapter 9: Serge walked through the barren fields of the box canyon. Everything was black and white and frozen in time. He could hear an eerie whistling far off into ...

How can I even say this? But I think I’m fallen for you. Your perfection, Is God’s gift to me. I try to pinch myself every time you smile, Even ...

Here goes the fourth chapter: Dylan woke up easily that morning before his alarm clock, for once. He had slept like a baby that night (well, actually not like a ...

A little bit of madness, Never did anyone any harm. But what if you flirt with insanity, Flattered by it’s charm? Then they’ll say you’re lost to the world, Entertaining ...

I wasn’t sure why I was running. Perhaps it was my lack of knowledge, or the fact that my parents would soon be awakened by the noises, and find my ...