Young Writers Society

Purse your lips against old rolled mary-jane made only from the best imported Columbian black, While you settle back into the sofa of your body and let the wafting smoke ...

I'm still working on it. Twenty miles outside of town, I walk down that winding road. Crossing the borderline, paved in stone. Twisting and turning, reminds me of how life ...

Classes started at 8:30, but Darc couldn't sleep past six. Which was just as well because he promised to meet up with his friend early this morning. He took one ...

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I breathe a softer sort of darkness

Killing emotion That human condition Dragging our consciousness into the dust While logic and reason The clearminded decision Are cast by the wayside to molder and rust

I’m sick of feeling heartbroken when I shouldn’t be when I have no right to be when I haven’t had a girlfriend in two years and I forget what it ...

As the man studied the crimson Rorschach test left on his bathroom wall, he decided that it reminded him of a butterfly in a frog's mouth, or maybe of cat ...

The ashtray was the first thing Kate saw that morning. She stared at it for a while, her body paralysed by tiredness. She had sat up and yawned loudly before ...

(Some of you may not remember, but a long time ago I posted a part of my story I'm writing that happened in the past called The Dragon Knight Legacy. ...

LENS My life revolves around Rod Stewart and his hopeless optimism, cascading over my cut strings and broken back as I lie in bed next to this week's dream, this ...

As I tried to run my legs shook beneath me. From behind I heard terrified screams and a series of bangs before I turned and headed down a long dark ...

This is for the Fantasy Fools' Contest thingy. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to put anything in the title to show that. The theme is dragons. Traveling to the ...

He walked along the shore, the icy cold wind bellowed harder than ever. He couldn’t believe she was dead. He only meet her a fort night ago. Yet he new ...

The Fiddler

Arieras looked down from above the scorched brown wood. His bright gleaming blue eyes shining against his dirt covered face. He noticed two of the vile green skinned creatures finding ...