Young Writers Society

This is an old one that I just "dug up" haha...found it in a folder and liked it so figured I'd post it here for polishing. Lessons in Anatomy dead ...

I couldnt figure where to put this, so it ended up here, like most of my stuff! Needs a bit of work, but its only a first draft so help ...

It was a groggy Monday morning when the first bell rang for classes to commence at Post Pacific High. The students stopped mid-conversation with their friends and slowly made their ...

I considered putting this in the Other Fiction forum, but I couldn't decide, so I put it here. Enjoy, and feel free to comment. Strength I was angry. Sad, too. ...

The Strawberry Blonde One (note the story is not told in a straight forward timeline. eventually in the end you will see the true reality and connect the dots. i ...

2 PART EPISODE. (see definition of holocaust if you're going to complain about the title, does not refer to historical event in this case) Barbarians on the Holocaust Highway Driving ...

They say there’s gold beyond the rainbow, Beyond the liquid crystals. I say our minds are driven, Driven by our wicked sight. I’ve seen beyond the rainbow, It's colored black ...

This is how you feel the flow of fire, as it pulls you taut and graceful in stadium lights. Blare down at the brass instruments, bellowing the final tidal note ...

Face paint makes our show that of inkblots. Tossing sabers and fire, talent burns the grass bare As we are behind circus curtains clandestine. Overtime, every pore erupts in sweat ...

Andy (Nature's Inexorable Imperative) Machines are worshipped because they are beautiful, and valued because they confer power; they are hated because they are hideous, and loathed because they impose

A poem I had written when I was going through a few issues with myself, and then had decided to present it to my band in the form of lyrics. ...

Today I read the Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels. I must say that my leaning towards this part of the Left over the past few years has ...

Here is one of my oldest works of genius. I did not post it previously because I wanted to make sure such talent could be properly appreciated here. Well, I ...

4: Happy Birthday It was Sunday morning and I was once again running low on clean clothes. So I hauled my laundry bag to the laundry room for the second ...

Written for my boring English class. Bite me. A small jingle from the bell mounted atop the door frame announced my entry into EB Games. Brian, the massive Mr. Incredible ...