Young Writers Society

This one is shorter than the other parts by about a page. Sorry if it seems rushed; I was forcing myself to finish it this morning. Things are actually going ...

Chapter 2 Rachel got into the bathroom, went into the first stall,sat on the toilet, and started crying. "Why does this have to happen to me?" she asked herself. After ...

Smiling at Nothing, Laughing like mad Very happy then suddenly sad Thinking of him, thinking of you Imagining that he loves you Crying at night, staring at stars You stand ...

Theatre Fantastique The curtains are a burnt orange, but with none of the allure of fire. Yet, staring at the moth-eaten cloth, she is reminded of fire. Many people calculate ...

Bawdy Lover BY Adrian Touch me on my thigh, please. Don’t hesitate and resist this pleasure zone. Caress the smooth and curvy flesh, and leave no spot undiscovered. Is it ...

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it, Orelos?” Aidan asked the centaur. He nodded, pawing at the grass with his hoof, tearing a long brown strip of dirt out of the ...

In the bounds of sleep Creep found himself standing on a wide, black plain; a dark wasteland of lightning and fire. Anxiety swept through his mind like a flood, washing ...

I think this is the most poorly written chapter so far. Hopefully it still gives you an insight on Melody's past. I have plans to talk a little bit more ...

I drove back to my house. We crashed here all the time, so the girls built their own apartments next to my house. My tires screeched to a stop as ...

Chapter 1 "Five, six,seven,eight!" shouted Jessica Brough out into the audience. The cheerleaders started doing their stunts as Rachel Redsing sat on the bleachers. She sighed and looked to the ...

Here I am again, lying on the ground with hands over my ears, making a feeble attempt to stifle out the sounds of the world. Inside my head, a cacophony ...

Forgotten Snuggled in grasses Tickled by weather Her writing is fading As if carved by a feather Her corners are rounded Like shoulders gone weary Years added grayness Perpetually bleary ...

This poem has been taken down as it now appears in yours truly's anthology, "Public Spaces, Private Reflections." If you would like a copy, please contact me!

“What are you reading, Sam?” I looked up from the book and glared at Ben, who interrupted my “personal time.” I held up the book to show him the title ...

Okay, I have a real problem starting stories, so I'm just writing one on the spot for the beginning to be critiqued. You are welcome to give constructive criticism for ...