Young Writers Society

...sometimes I do...I think I'm mad. Worrying that the sky may fall and the brilliant blue will shatter into millions of pieces...and the stars will draw blood as they wing ...

Where’s Mummy? Jessica tried once again to dial the number she had scribbled on the back of her hand, Her long purple nails attacking the telephone pad as she furiously ...

Chapter 1 Bren Warflame was laying flat on his back, staring blankly into the dark stone ceiling of his bedroom dormitory, on the second floor of the Academy of Heroes. ...

Just for background info, I wrote this piece when I was assigned by my english teacher to write a non-fiction narrative about what I did, or had previously done, over ...

Grey Angel Baby by deadrose ocher rivers pathe the way for cascading tears beauty raped of innocence lies crumpled at my feet welts of gold, bubble on the skin and ...

I like Monopoly ® a lot I like Monopoly ® I like Monopoly ® a lot I like Monopoly ® Won’t you Monopoly ® with me? Can I be the ...

I wrote this as a Christmjas present for my mother. It iis printed on clear glass with a picture of me. A mother is someone to lean on. A mother ...

Dungeons and dragons by morning Chess club meetings by afternoon And if he enough time at the end of the day He'd sit down and watch his favorite anime cartoon ...

Thanks to everyone who has read this so far. Kudos to you. All comments and crits welcome. EL Firséd: A Tale of Evermore IV. A Stranger in a Strange Land ...

Welcome to my world, my love. ‘Tis a scary place. I wouldn’t know. For dawn has just begun; The light begins to shine. Who knows what the day will bring? ...

"You're making a mistake" I said. " I think you should wait" I said. But you didn't listen I know what this thing can bring disaster But you refused to ...

When the World Spins Out of Control When the world spins out of control, It's usually best to consult a troll. For he tends to give the best advice Unless ...

Verse One the outskirts of your world now ripple on the end and they'll lie you underground with all the other dead men life is a small fragment of a ...

I want to enter the realms of nostalgia again, all the newspaper cuttings and the sentiment wrapped up in bittersweet memories; I want to give you my coat so you ...

She runs as fast as she possibly can, turning corners, dodging obstacles, trying to insert as much distance as possible. She throws open a door, only to find a long, ...