Young Writers Society

A dank wooded forest, With a dead-limbed tree’s silhouette Setting the evening. Three sheep that stray from their shepherd Into daunting black woods, Encounter a residence of gloom and terror. ...

Part of me wants to love you, Part of me says don’t. I can see you. I can feel you. But are you really here? Am I just another reckless ...

[I. WHEN SAINT ELMO CAME TO CALL] Like those who came before them, Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher did not anticipate death when they stepped onto the elevator. It was just ...

Okay, this is my first book review! here goes: The book single shard is about a orphaned Korean boy, Tree-ear, living with another homeless man, Crane-man. They live under a ...

((Comments appriciated)) The Mission With a sigh the team complied and listened as the Major ran through the general information. Their mission was to rescue a boy from the labs ...

THE TIME IS NOW I started walking back with him. In about 2 minutes we were back at the tower I was staying in. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he started ...

This is chapter six of "The Magic of Chocolate", so please read 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 first (of course!! lol). Enjoy: Six A Criminal Reunion Dante sat on ...

this was originally going to be a comedy (hence the NAME), but i made it more serious when i was writing. enjoy! ~IN~the~LAND~of~the~PURPLE~MONKEYS~ ‘Twas dark in the forestland of the ...

Prologue The wolves howled from the wooded depths of the Terracordula*1 Mountains, as a circle of strange creatures began to assemble. In the middle, a raven with a serrated beak ...

If I could catch a Rainbow I would do it just for you And share with you it's beauty On the days your feeling blue.

MY LIFE POEM who am i WHO ARE U Im A NOBODY IN A SOMEBODY TOWN WHO ARE U WHO AM I A small speck in a billion dots are ...

If love is a place you fall into, where is it you're falling from You're insecurities? Perhaps, but isn't that what love transcends? So maybe... The everyday? This I pray ...

Running around, inside of my head. Are things that are better left unsaid. Words are forgotten, and dreams are shed. But sugar plum daisies dance in my head. Spinning and ...

these are a couple of poems i wrote that both go by the name of "Willie the Goldfish". here's the limerick version: There once a goldfish named Will-ie Who was ...

Author's note: There are some things in this that are very...rough and will need to be worked out eventually, such as Cesarina's decision to go with her friends (I think ...