Young Writers Society

I first read Wolf Brother a couple years back, and oddly enough, my dad had to force me to buy it. You see, I read up to the first page ...

CIPHER Danny was quite surprised to see the head. It was dead… finally. We had slaved long and hard over hot machine guns to get this one. Matty slipped me ...

My heart pounds as I wait for master's wrath to lash out, Angrily, whipping my soft flesh until no more remains His blazing eyes lay upon me, “Dammed, girl…” The ...

The ORIGINAL: "For The Ones Who Don't Know" Mon Dec 10, 2007 I am but a cherry of a lit cigarette; burning brightly in life limited to haste or sometimes ...

It was a slow day. A small shop in the middle of a small town. I guess nobody was going out for the rain and fog was so thick you ...

As promised, I have posted the revised edition of my original piece 'First Kill [Rough Draft]'. (post275981.html#275981) But when reviewing, please be aware that this is but an excerpt from ...

I'm a princess, I guess. I live in a big old castle and have a king and queen for a father and mother and all that...but I don't exactly put ...

Sorry it's taken so long. Swearing towards the end. Thank you in advance!! _______________________ Lyla. Part 13. I kept my head down as I hurried into the warm, coffee scented ...

So, it’s a normal day at school. Meaning, I’m pissed off and David is trying to talk me out of blowing our cover by ripping my teacher to absolute shreds. ...

[pre]The River Teyber meandered through the Gulvorian Forest like a giant serpent through untamed marshland. At the forest’s edge, water cascaded down eroded bedrock and tumbled into a shallow pool ...

jihad today is an especially hard day, so i crawl out the window, sit on the roof and have a beer with God. the yard is a smooth black lake. ...

Is it possible that you hate yourself, have to, only to counteract how much you’re loved? Tears! Melt-in-your-mouth and musical, run into your rum; a mug held between teeth, between ...

I used to be apart of the world of the living, but now it’s just a once upon a time, because it’s like I was never here now, and it’s ...

I unearthed this story from the beginning of eighth grade. With a little tweaking... maybe it's good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The old man was sitting unresponsive in his old armcha

Yes, we all do it. Something that comes naturally with life. Hard to escape, for you are easily captured. We all hate it. Feels wrong, we know that it is. ...