Young Writers Society

Your chestnut locks illuminate in the sun For everything is perfect, for our eclipse has begun. Let's paint the sky with comets and rays let's do this forever, into infinite ...

500 words I want you to write. It doesn’t matter what, as long as it’s good. My English teacher puts a gun to my head and screams at me. I ...

Down falls the world Around your ears A house for you And all your peers Down comes the Town all for you Into the depths Of far away Cleps For ...

I canoe along the ocean-like lake, Not a care in the world, not the sound of a motor. My paddle, caressing the water with every stroke, The canoe, walking on ...

The wolf howls a celestial song of sorrow As the sun preaches a multi-hued farewell. I wait in mourning for night to draw near But all that comes is everlasting ...

We are all strangers to life, As we begin down the road.With an opportunity to touch others Before we get old.Humbly, I write, these words you would say, Your message ...

I stood beneath the shower head and let the hot water wash away the stresses of the past two hours, condensing it into a steam that slowly rose, uplifting my ...

What’s the plan? I couldn’t sleep that night. To know that at this very moment, people are dying or are already dead, gave me the feeling of nothing. Emptiness inside ...

The Corrillean YT-400 Starbolt angled away from the shipyards. Its triangular hull was pitted from many years of Imperial ship like home, Kale thought. He touched the hilt of his ...

Standing on the tremor's edge I reflect on nothing. Feeling the earth shake I brace myself. Now's the time. It's drawing in. I'm ready, I'm ready. Let's start this again! ...

He was a character, Trowa Barton. He kept his nerve in any situation, and often had his expression hidden behind long brown hair. I think he does it on purpose. ...

Chapter II: Sentinel Zane walked into the living room, stepping over the empty wine bottles that littered the floor and switched the television on. He crashed onto the leather couch, ...

[pre]The land of Stryda is as vast and diverse as the people occupying it. In the north lies Stryda’s only forest, Fredon, and the home of the Gorlangs, descendents of ...

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[pre]The secret spaces, in clouds with faces, Carry seas from oceans far. They hold on to their water, and wait for the slaughter, As they thunder for the Evening Star. ...