Young Writers Society

"When was the first time you recall feeling fat?" Jane's glossy upper lip curled. "I don't remember." "What's the most weight you've ever been?" Eyes flicked downward, showing a soft ...

The two girls burst through the glass doors, giggling. Outside, people quiet and wet with mist glanced up at them nonchalantly, a handful of them scowling before letting their heads ...

"TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!" roared Arieras. He hit the orc across the face with his shield. "I..I.. don't know" The orc stuttered. Arieras turned to the bigger orc to ...

You need to stop judging the lives you haven’t lived! How dare you say that love isn’t love, especially when you have never felt it! How can you do this? ...

Hush. Your wishes aren't true. Dry tongue, you lie so fearlessly to the stars so close to bursting, whispering prayers over pennies. But you've drifted from the primrose path to ...

Chapter 4 I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. I was still in my attic, but there was even less light then there had been to begin with. I ...

As I stumble onto the stage My shadow walks beside me, without complaint Silent slender feet padding onto the floor Its ankles clinging to my own Wobbly ones, weak from ...

(I just have to keep trying to write) a million lighted pin-pricks on this fortress's bloody facade, blaring a thousand tongues of tarot cards and candy stings that line the ...

“Fuck,” he muttered, slamming the top drawer closed and wrenching the second one open, fingers sifting with brutal purpose through the flotsam. Packages of staples and paper clips, scraps of ...

I've found that the second hand fell from time to the missing person and that one girl remembering everything about him that made the world pause for anything that could ...

i exist within the feelings that cant be expressed, spoken, utterd, articulated Bbecause of this incessent blundering that comes when youre thoudts are the only thing(s) that makes cents to ...

fingersnap, the crackle of fireworks sound gunshots in the icy air. a thousand electrical currents shift with your unspoken words, too heavy with rot, too light to sink into me. ...

Get your fingers off his fucking dick: Oh, it seems so simple to say when we’re drenched in sweat, stuck to benches and watching the club lights flicker us back ...

This is a product of my boredom, and also it could be used for an English thing. So yeah, crit please. Open curtain. BED IN CENTRE STAGE, A WOMEN ASLEEP ...

you fight everything with such futile grace, like a moth beating its wings against a lighted window. in the back room of a locked ward of a hospital built for ...