Young Writers Society

A tribute 2 Crysi... Leathery wings, Take me high. Desperately, I hold on tight. Smoke he snorts, In a puff of cloud. Fire he breathes, Surrounds as a shroud. The ...

Change is Necessary. I cannot control your role in life, And so I must despise, The way that you have chosen. I see it in your eyes. Everytime we are ...

Lost in my thoughts, Fighting, searching. Long have I sought, for a way of loving. No matter how I try, No matter what I do. I cannot seem to find, ...

Prologue The Dragons started it. They always do, though they never seem to know what it is that they are doing while they’re doing it. Afterwards they always take responsibility ...

Chapter 1 [font="Courier New"]The Navigator 9000 specifications (page 1) -------------------------------------------------- Specialty: fighter/scout shuttle Class: 9.6 Weapons: - Fore and aft lasers class 8 - Fore stun lasers class 10 - ...

They look into my eyes, But they don’t understand why I lie, The twisted sea swirling inside of me, How I wished they understood me. Been to so many therapists ...

This is the result of me writing when I'm tired, when I've had a lot of beer, when I'm pissed off at my friends, when I feeling pretty lonely, and ...

To every story, There is a dark side of the light, Seeping walls of secrets, Unknown ends. The notion in my head, Spinning me round, I believed if I walked ...

The Oxford-MIT Time Reduction and Manipulation project proved to be a boon for the world of physics at the beginning of the twenty-third century. Initial test results with formulas garnished ...

This was an essay for my Composition III class last year. Enjoy! -- Bathing in olive oil is like preparing oneself for the cannibal’s thanksgiving. It is similar to rub-bing ...

Across the room, his eyes met hers - the joining of two lost souls, searching for someone to find them. It wasn’t a moment that stopped time around them. It ...

babygirl she was reading a poem about a girl who got her cherry popped thinking about perverted things but mostly sadness and the size of her thighs she was waiting ...

My tiger-print curtains are drawn back and the window is wound open half-way. I don't know about you, but I can feel a grey breeze that slips into my room ...

Never again, never again, Will I succumb to the back of your hand, Forever bruised, Scars you will never see. I tried to burn these lies but they keep coming ...

Snow falls hard onto the cold ground on which a lone man lies down, waiting for death. It is so cold that his blood seems to freeze, no matter the ...