Young Writers Society

Prologue: Jealousy. It rages inside of me. I feel that if people look me in the eyes, they can see a fire burning. I take out my iPod and turn ...

Scene 3. Kazia's porch. Kazia and her parents are sitting at a table having coffee. Kazia stands to meet Vladek. He grasps Kazia's hand and begins to cover her arm ...

Tried to write something in the vein of Philip K. Dick. Please review! And All This But Mere Perceptions He’d almost forgotten to take his pills. He needed to remember ...

A. G.entle B.reeze By: Josh G. Dedicated to A.G.B. ‘don’t ever give up hope.’ When I first saw her, time stopped. Nothing else mattered when I was with her. Her ...

Find me here, I am bleeding (dirtying up your clean slate) You smile, as I fade (says the angel- don't be late)

A/N:Not really going anywhere with this, I wrote it as an RP sample and liked it. Enjoy! --------------------------------------------- Blood swathed the small clearing as if the ground itself had been

You'll notice the song that the old woman sings looks suspiciously like a romantic language, instead of a Slavic one. I looked up Bosnian lullabies, found this one, listened to ...

We're hiding in our melon colored hearts, Already lost to someone else's dreams, We have trouble keeping track of all the parts, We can not hold together all the seams. ...

This is in NO ORDER AT ALL. So if it seems that some parts do go in order, it's a lie. This is just the order I got the words ...

This is my first time so please comment Horizontal shafts of rain muddied the sky, lightning blitzing through them like electric probes. Morris stumbled through the storm, the waves that ...

042. Lost. Tinfoil Looks Like That The previous a draft--ten minutes done at five-thirty AM. This one, with rather more time, this morning. CL's contest. Thank you, Snoink. On this, ...

Okay, so this is something I started a few days ago. Not that great, but I do like the plot. So if you can, please help!! And these first two ...

Looking Down the Barrel. By: Josh G. It was this kind of day that you wish you never got out of bed. Parents used to tell me that this was ...

Waking to silence, the dim light cascading over my room, casting a flickering shadow of feathery clouds I tiptoe down, out into the bleak wilds of the sleepy world, intrigued ...

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