Young Writers Society

The faucets of this glass which always lie true are engraved with words - Mother, I love you. Your voice echoes long in this hollow domain: "Tha needs teh get ...

This is the only thing I've written recently that I've taken semi-seriously so some comments would be nice. Sorry it's a bit weird and it's only called "Roy" because I ...

Cinnamon. That was what I smelled when I entered the shop. Spicy and exotic, the scent always took me back to my childhood. My father was a merchant in the ...

The wire breaks The window shakes The people hurry out The composer starts to shout The others look on with disdain as if the pianosist caused them pain the pianoist ...

happyness is in youre frame of mind, if you put youre trust in it it forms a bind, a bind that grows all to fast with time, it will destroy ...

Mother is downstairs, Hesitant fingers asking The concertina to sing In the dimly lit kitchen. It speaks slowly, new life Taken into her arms Long-barren of child. Their growth intertwines. ...

[in the process of editing, please ignore, thanks]

So this is, I suppose, the thread that from hereon in will be dedicated to my novel-in-progress, The Stitching. I like being tidy when I can (though the state of ...

HROTHGAR’S WARNINGS Hrothgar’s admonitions were scattered throughout the book, because he wanted to warn Beowulf against pride. Hrothgar loved Beowulf as a son and didn’t want him being a pridef

The Human Bullet The young man sat there and stared at the pristine blue sky, clutching his gas mask. He could smell the salty sea air, hear the squawk of ...

This is what I wrote for the Tom Howard/John H. Reid Short Story Contest, I should have all mistakes and typos out, but it would help for thoughts and opinions. ...

Bonsoir Open your eyes, Grazed by the thorns of a miserable life; Do you see your fate? Lie down, in the endless path of gliding memories...such wonders! Ah, sing them ...

Note-- this is my first try at writing fiction in over 5 years, so please comment! Your comments will determine as to whether or not there will be a part ...

Hey everyone. Here's chapter two of my story. I'll post the first half now since I'm not done revising the second part. Enjoy.... hopefully. Chapter 2: London “So that’s what ...

I am tired, Used to be wired. Fallen in a dream, So it seems. I thought I was awake; My conscience was telling me something fake. Floating through a new ...