Young Writers Society

Was that matter or light that swung through the night? Don heard someone speaking at that moment of consciousness, right when his weight flew back in. There wasn't the yellow-bearded ...

(I hate this cute little rhythm, and for it, I apologize.) Empty melodies in frigid air, a taste hollow and lacking will - so fallen on black ashes where they ...

The night was cold, but the air was warm. The dark sky was filled to capacity with stars. The moon was shinning brighter than I have ever seen it. Joy ...

Emily says to me, in a voice so perfect and hushed, that the world never paid her the ears or hearts she's due. The very same hunger and island has ...

A speculative fiction story. It is saturated with metaphors, tell me what you think I was trying to say. And constructive criticism, please! "Grape Juice and the Clan from the ...

ATTENTION READERS: I wrote this when I was eleven and then, HP&GOF was the last book. My brother Soham, who was fourteen, then, had helped me with the idea. The ...

I am a slave In the ocean's power For one good wave, I'll work for an hour Just a ittle tidbit. And I really was surfing,like, half an hour ago.

Ode to John Keats Several days after having read "Ode on a Grecian Urn." John Keats nudged my shoulder this morning softly; I grumbled about the hour and looked out ...

This is my first attempt at poetry in quite a while, so this could be interesting. Be merciless. That day I took a walk in the rain, across a piece ...

A Funeral of Demons It was a bright and airy summer day, a typical day, one would think, for beach outings, gathering wildflowers, picnics and the like. It was not ...

Daniel Shandor was sitting at his large wooden desk, papers scattered about. He was slowly drumming his fingers on the hard surface, thinking. He glanced at the FBI logo on ...

Letters Ran Away One evening, as someone was blacklining some boring legal document, marking it up and wearing it down, the letters began to escape. They didn’t do it obscurely, ...

Another random play. Miss E goes down under.This is dedicated to Jean. (In Australia) Miss E (Miss E): (Setting prehistoric suitcases down and gazing around at surroundings) Ahhhhh! Oceania seemst ...

Alibird, I hate to say it , but I know I can't delay it. Alibird you're a turd, you stink like a bog. Alibird your absurd, your favorite food is ...

SQUIRTY’S TEARLESS SHAMPOO COMMERCIAL Script: By Elizabeth Mathers 4-5-06 [Introduction] Narrator: Are you sick and tired of getting shampoo in your eyes and crying in the shower? [Person showers. A