Young Writers Society

Dragon Trek Chapter 1 “Hello there” said a deep velvet voice, I rose my head and I saw Bellomi come over, I relaxed and I gave him a bright smile, ...

“Please?” “No.” “Just a little bit.” “I said no.” “But—” “NO!” I sighed and sat back in my seat. My older brother can be such a pain in the ass ...

I loved this book. I'm usually a little wary of sci-fi, because I feel like it's all been done before and the characters start to become a little cliche. But ...

I had a thought running through my head after watching a LOTR movie, and it stuck. I wondered what would run through a woman's head as she watched her lover, ...

deleted

The water from the river Styx, May consume the virgin land. But the flesh of a love fomerly latent Will sheild me from Atropo's hand With a body soft enough ...

It's pretty short. I wrote this in five minutes, so it's probably very bad, but I like it. Some parts anyway. Thanks Edit: My MC is meant to be annoying ...

In the corners of my mind Is the music, The haunting music, Of a string quartet. And when I dance On my toes, I dance to the cellos And violins ...

Hi there, once again. This is the second chapter in my story Enigmus, a tale of a boy and a mysterious penguin (Sounds dumb, doesn't it ) I enjoy critiquing, ...

The man smiles softly, but no-one knows why. On his face a grin, but his eyes betray the lie, He's telling to the world, he's telling to himself, though all ...

Something I just wrote on impulse. Don't be nice. PG-13 for tiny bits o' language. * Allen watched passively as a girl, no older than seventeen or eighteen, was helped ...

Fly Well, Cherie, there's one decent thing Coming out of this goodbye; You will soon Be able to fly. Don't worry that I'll still be here- Crying as your wings ...

The wispy cold winds of the blistery morning ran through his brown hair, coiling it around the air. His icy blue eyes where wide and dry as they stared ahead ...

Broken Light The sun’s fingers break the glassy vista that billows skywards and lights her ghostly eyes, as they follow mine with the tenderness of lost years. She haunts the ...

He leans there up against his car with his chest exposed from under his madras shirt and a cigarette hanging from his lips. The smoke he breathes out is musty ...