Young Writers Society

Every Time I Set My Eyes On You Every time I set my eyes on you… My heart overflows with never ending emotions Emotions that cannot be expressed in words ...

“What is it?” Rayan asked with a hint of disgust. Corrode lowered his head. The ground was littered with burnt fragments of gray stones and weeds protruded from the overturned ...

Arieras walked through the corridor. The candle light glistened of the rocks. He came to a door, its silver frame glowed with a deep brown light. He looked at the ...

I re-wrote this completely. Now what do you think? PROLOGUE A tall building atop a hill rose out of the mist. It was all that was visible for miles around, ...

I wrote this in five minutes yesterday morning... enjoy...There was an old man from Dundee Who every day swallowed a pea But one day, the cook Who was reading a ...

"What will you do for a ten, baby?C'mon, lay it all out on the bathroom floor." Gripping the lust in my left hand, I slip it under my dress as ...

Yeah, I'm going to tear this apart line by line because I hate you. The spots where ancient bruises used to live catch his furtive glances;spots are catching glances? hm ...

NOTE: This is a random, non sequitur story so don't take it seriously. Don't try to make sense of it or your brain will implode. One warm, sunny day in ...

Arieras and several of his men stalked along the forest. They waited amongst the dark green, wet foliage. A group of orcs walked through the forest, their was also a ...

a debutante, a staccato stunt she tripped over a donkey a horrifying face, a bland blunt the ass laughed in mocked affection her embarrassed face, her exposed smile the crowd ...

bohemia island full of nercophiliac bride seekers in a surge of screaming rhapsodies whispering schemes to the dwellers of serene green the hills are alive with zombie villagers they've been ...

It is my aspiration to become a famous celebrity to become a new wave sensation a tragic fad, another facination toiling over nothing in my handsome family making the ugly ...

Sorry I don't have a name for this. The entire family is out, at school and at work. I snuck out of my cage which was unlocked and walked out ...

There was something incongruously romantic in this, she thought as she looked out at the lazy arcs and steadfast pillars of the Verrazano Bridge. Something about looking out over this ...

Bitter wind blows static in my ears, drowning out any whispers rebounding in me since you've left. In the quiet caverns of my life, I find sharpened pencils, tiny gifts ...