Young Writers Society

we need a Horror Forum. This is the first part of a little thing i thought up. Second part coming soon. I hope. The Truth About Furby Pt. 1 “Debbie. ...

Well, this started out as a poem for the poetry contest for the 'Grande Re-Opening!', but when it was finished, I noticed I was some 56 lines over the limit! ...

*Chapter 2 Continued and End* Despite his mastermind and his lack of conscience he began to think of what he had just done. He couldn’t help but realize that as ...

Tinder and ash. On top of shoes, it slides and whisks off into the corridor-darkness. Fallen masters march these labyrinth halls, hands pocketed, hollow mirth. Outside the window, we all ...

If you could sprout wingsAnd fly away,As free as a bird,Over the mountains,Would you?If you could soar over a lake,Up to the trees,Dance with the clouds,Would you?If you could laugh ...

So what if words were art and we could paint a masterpiece over this falling sky, trying to hold it up with fortifications and architecture and all the pointless beauty ...

Always aloneAlways in darknessNever awakeYet never asleepI feel like I'm fallingThrough both Ice and Fire.*No one knows what I'm going through,Because no one knows how I feel.Will someone wake me ...

K - Screw everything you know about reading a real "poem" and try reading the words for what they are.. because this is more of a.. Freestyle? Yepp. Written by ...

Loved the ending, (laughed a bit at the title). When did darkness become salvation from the light? absused from overuse, I fearWhen did we all throw our hands up and ...

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[Written for the Fool's Duel Challenge o' the week, Fantasy Fools usergroup.] Once, Hallah knew, this village had thrived in the shadow of the mountain. Ore was wrung from its ...

Get off my fucking couch. Pretentious, legs rent open and lips so bloated that you sound dumb, you are dumb. It seems to burn and bubble where you stroke my ...

what am I doing? I speak as though you’ll understand the drips and eddies, tides of lunar gold across the shore. This is my mind (not that it's always so ...

Chapter 3 “Ow, that hurt.” I said and put my thumb in my mouth. “Cut away from yourself.” Lucy said and took the potato from me. “Go clean it and ...

1. Fact preceding fiction, she was sweet seventeen and straight from the bottle ‘golden blonde’. Almond eyes, counterfeit complexion, lip gloss layered lips. Slender hips hidden beneath layers of