Young Writers Society

In darkness born And darkness bred The mouth that bit The hand that fed From dark to light From day to night From wrong to right The world goes on

Drip. Drip. Drop-drip. She had never thought of water torture as actually effective, but this was starting to drive her nuts. Drip. The bars of the cell were clammy to ...

written for Sashlash Stormsinger, my alter ego, Master of the Waters and Emperor Over a Thousand Seas The green waters still, Not a sound. The waving trees hushed, Not a ...

I originally wrote these seperately, but they went so well together, they became my "Twins." Despair Alone and alone and alone evermore, Isolated, outcast, on my own in the dark, ...

There are few people living in the United States of America who don’t remember the September eleventh attacks. Few can forget the sight of the Twin Towers falling down, and ...

World’s tears Raining down, washing clean Purify The perverse, distorted, ugly mass Of the earth as we have made it Dark’ning clouds Block the sun Shadow the world in drizzly ...

Ok, so for a while i've been putting ideas together for a film script, and I've written the first couple of scenes over the last few weeks, so I thought ...

I decided that because a few people had recently commented on my old story, "Where Lies the Ocean," which I wrote almost a year ago, I should probably post the ...

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"...and so I said to the headmaster, 'his nose was already like that!'" "And that's when they gave you a detention?" "Yeah, that's pretty much it." "So, what have we ...

Here whisks the butterfly named virgin, windowsill, it sits and stares into the darkness we all merge in, to where our passions sweep and surge in, before it sails on ...

Karen A. Lindsay. No one knows what the A stands for but there are many rumors. They call her Kal. She is the most feared of my kind, the strongest, ...

Cadrene stared miserably into the fire, her eyes beginning to water. She would never see her parents again. Never feel her mother’s warm hands stroking her hair. Never smell her ...

Everything feels a little like Misery, And it all seems so melodramatic But I can't seem to think my way out The only strength I can find is my love ...

The second hand of the classroom clock kept ticking. I sat at my desk, trying to concentrate on the maths exercise, yet I was unable to write down a single ...