Young Writers Society

Chapter One; Stranger at the Door I sat in the back seat of a big yellow bus, my hands where in silver cuffs and my twin brother, Lucan, was in ...

this is the beginning of a short story im writing. Clock of fate I looked nervously at my watch; the time slowly ticking by. each agonizing minute creeping past. I ...

-Thorns on Roses- (It needs a lot of work) Verse One I fight to get reality back Storing it away in my possesion I find that happiness is elevated once ...

This small chapter is possibly the most significant part of my story, and I was hoping you guys could just let me know if there is anyway to improve this. ...

Part I “Guy’s, come on, or we’ll be late!” Sally sighed, and tucked her long blond hair behind her ear. She tugged on the boys sleeve’s to get their attention. ...

Here is pt 2 of the chaos children if you haven't read the first one then hurry up! Canthor made his departure through a secret door in his castle fitted ...

Officer Binley should’ve retired a long time ago. He was nearing seventy-eight, almost as old as his father was when he died. No, Officer Binley couldn’t stop now, not after ...

I’m insane, clown-painted prowler, half an hour from the genius on the table. Indeed you are Brad... nice job. It reminds me of te anime series that just ended after ...

Time has passed and I have healed, So don't think I still feel for you. The tide’s gone out and I've not drowned, So don't think I still bleed for ...

I know a couple EMT's so i think I'll make this into an article header, and interview them. Please crit this! The stench of burning flesh and rubber hangs in ...

Please don't turn this into a discussion on the philosophies of war. I am a pacifist, and that's all you need to know about my thoughts. I just want to ...

jetlag poetry touche (exit) I keep this gun in the bible you gave me it chases my demons down deep alleyways ending in surreal gun fights that always feature a ...

My daddy still grabs my arm as we're walking along the road and a car plunges forth through the embroidered night. He may be an old black shoe, but I ...

Enjoy todayPersue tomorrowCherish yesterday Grinning everyday behind your back, watching your soft ears turn bright pink, someone once compared you to a lump of red clay. Was it me? I ...

Please stay nearby You know I try To not let your memory Pass me by Do not cry Let me die Just hold my hand And say goodbye No need ...