Young Writers Society

Our lives are an inferno of choices, Burning hot with passion and hate. Not to say that life is black and white, But when you look, can you see more? ...

I think this is sort of free form? This was how I was feeling the other day because I sort of, doubted myself and my friends indirectly made me feel ...

Hey This is my first story so be gentle! I'm not good at grammar so I hope it is OK but feel free to point out grammar problems, there are ...

Prologue A young, baby lie in a crib, his parents staring straight at him. Leo was a miracle to them. Leo’s mother, Elizabeth named him after the constellation, Leo the ...

A writers dreams, are like a crazy persons thoughts or maybe his thoughts, are just what that crazy person does whatever the case, his art sets him free, he opens ...

(('Nother of my odd little experiments. Tell me what you think.)) The snow came, blanketing the earth in sparkling white crystals. The bare trees reached to the sky, their branches ...

Someone filled the valley with fluffy madness; someone dumped moondust on the terracotta roofs. We ski down to the diner in the middle of the road; dunes of untouched snow ...

(Brace yourselves, people. This is the first time my writing has seen the light of day. Go nuts.)EDIT: (Thank you everyone for your compliments and critiques!)He was suffocating in lavender. ...

On the Road of India I don’t know how it happened. I don’t even remember packing, but the next thing I knew I was in a plane going to India. ...

Glasses of wine and and cups filled with sin, mornings of thought following nights filled with gin intentions they fall and actions they stay till time blows on and they ...

I was in the #nanowrimo chatroom and used the bot, BattleJesus, to give me a prompt. What does it give me you ask? [13:42] RANDOM PROMPT: Write from the point ...

The world keeps spinning you know, Not stopping for any single person. No riches can change that honey, All you can say is, “I have been.” You work for a ...

Not really expecting or requesting any criticism for this, just a random flash I thought I'd share. Literally just penned ^_^ * The boy with fair hair lowered himself down ...

“My life is over,” Cheryl wailed, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. Being dumped by her boyfriend of three years for her best friend just before Christmas wasn’t her idea ...

Hand in his Warm, damp, and firm. Fingers curl. Lips upturn into a crooked smile. Blue birds sing, sun shines. Like any cliche fairytale of young exuberant romance, the lovers ...