Young Writers Society

this if for you Brad (Incandescance), after reading someone's critique on one of your recent poems, I was inspired to write this for all the poetry of your people don't ...

Solid granite presses against my back as I look up to the sky back and forth my hand moves unable to follow the journey of simple space dust follow me ...

She speaks with every woman's mouth, bending words and wisdom love hides underneath pressed linen in her dark cedar chest festering and growing tired she doesn't touch the lock she ...

The boy became restless as the clock ticked forward heralding the approach of ‘the hour’. He was becoming impatient as time refused to fly like always He was on the ...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling’s original character, including that of Draco Malfoy… ‘The Slytherin Prince’s Sultry Side’ (Preface ‘Sex without pain and fear is like food ...

*Left now*

Fear of the dark Chapter One 'Keep driving, don't look back, just keep driving' The only thought going through his mind as he drove on down the highway. He saw ...

This doesn't exactly spin me in the air at several hundred miles per hour and then dump me in some godforsaken country field, but it was solid. Nothing special but ...

See the mothers in the park Ugly creatures chiefly Someone must have loved them once But in the dark and briefly. By Jack Lurk I'm pretty sure Jack Lurk is ...

To be or not to be, Hamlet thought it a simple question To live or not to live, to take it, fight it, or end it At first, at least, ...

Urgh, this is a little rushed, and I haven't had time to spell check it (if you find any mistakes, please tell me). But I wanted to get it done ...

The Shadow Blight Chapter I - Cricket If you happened to be flying over Wiltshire from Bristol airport, you might see a small cluster of buildings in the middle of ...

Ugh.

Chapter Fifteen Ness didn’t even have to wake up for school on Monday morning—she hadn’t been able to fall back asleep after being roused by her dream at three fifteen. ...

Rheum If nothing is lost on earth Living is still at hand. Loser’s tears are drops of silver -The solace on the scorching sand. The venom delicious To be encompassed ...