Young Writers Society

sit by the lake Listening to the swiftly flowing music. The trees slowly tilt to the west. A blue veil is swept over the horizon. It seems as though The ...

Nails piercing my brain Glass shattering around me Metal crunching, smashing together Crying all around me Screeching, Screaming Howling, Wailing, Weeping It seems like a hundred years have passed Jus

they splutter The Old Lie into our beer caked speakers at this open mic night, every man with bohemian rhapsody splattered down their tux and ties, every lady batting mascara ...

We snap our fingers into flame, calling for another shot to douse our heathen throats in tequila spirits; stumbling off our moral equator, that runs just south of Jalisco. Dipping ...

(note: this is a very rough first draft; any help that could be given would be much appreciated) “The Happiest Place on Earth” is a phrase often received with the ...

I have not written in a very long time. Figured this would be as good a way as any. "Mm," the soft sounds you make while I kiss your neck ...

A while ago, i did a short story randomly, with an image as inspiration. i think the image was a spider on a mans hand, which i had to include ...

Sorry this is a rough draft!!!! Love and trust Is a wounderful experience Faith Emotional rollarcoaster

Nobody knows who I really am Ive never felt this empty before And if I ever need someone to come along Who's gonna confort me and keep me strong We ...

For Christmas, over half of my presents were books by Dean Koontz, possibly my all-time favourite author. So the only logical thing to do was to read as many of ...

Split the pack, We could share our cigarettes. But the farther flown we become, The nearer our foes come. I could call you, Call you into my grey sea, But ...

Well I wrote the first part of this story I wrote a long long time ago, but the introduction is pretty knew. Just wanted to see if people are intrigued ...

The Queen’s Family 18th Watershone, 38th year of the Phoenix Time present “My story begins when that of your family ends…” The voice quoting those words was drastically different from ...

In my Study In American Authors: A Study in Nathaniel Hawthorne class, we were assigned with, after having read his works all semester, coming up with questions we would like ...

Guttersnipe Chapter I – The Timepiece In a way, Regan wasn’t lost at all. Her feet were just three steps ahead of her mind, as usual. She didn't mind the ...