Young Writers Society

3. The Gold DiggerIt turns out, on June 12th on the way to the airport, Gerald actually forgot the damn passports at home. It was a good thing they arrived ...

*edit: By the way, people, it's not a poem. =_=Beep.Beep.Beep.Life is a fragile thing. In a moment, it can be cut short, affecting all the other lives around it. When ...

I ducked as the royal blue plate crashed into the wall behind me and shattered into a thousand pieces. My short yellow dress couldn’t protect me from the shards of ...

PrologueI stared blank faced at the wand clutched between my cold fingertips. This could not be real. My boyfriend of almost a year Damien & I have only had unprotected ...

Something I wrote on a whim.I can’t stand it when you look at me that way.Like I can do something, something to fix this. I wish I could baby girl, ...

"Ellie," I could hear my friend say, but it sounded distant, "ELLIE!" She waved her hand in front of my face, breaking the trance I was in. "What?" I snapped ...

Trumpter Rory Foxton, MBE,pulls on his mottled ugg-boots with a grunt,he didn't let them dry from last night, see,the stitching's rotted right through at the front.He takes the short cut ...

Rated 12+ for some sensitive/inappropriate partsFollow! - page.php?id=1152- - - - - - -Chapter 2: CapturedThe next day, I went home from school like nothing had happened, like my life ...

[url]Chapter-1[/url]I've always thought of the Internet, especially social networking sites like Orkut, Facebook, and MySpace as resembling a vagina. Think about it! The more people use one of these s

"Growin' up, I always assumed I'd get married someday. Boy, did I luck out!" The aged man rocked gently in his chair, his regular smile lighting up the room. He ...

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I was burning.A scream erupted from my lips and it felt like my blood was turning to fire. A strange scent filled my nose, sickly sweet. My arms glowed, resembling ...

Spoiler! : It's funny how you become accustomed to stuff-- adapting to the environment you're in. And then when the environment changes, you're left with the ghosts of your adaptations. ...

{A romantic fairy tale that I wrote a few months ago - if it seems repetitive or if the dialogue seems too flowery... that was on purpose }Once upon a ...

The next few weeks had the two assassins settling into a routine. Ari would lead them from their cells after breakfast each morning and lead them out to the fields ...