Young Writers Society

After I got home I rode the elevator up to my room which was on the seventh floor and went inside. My fluffy charcoal cat I named Monstie greeted me ...

For Rosey's contest, and my first short fiction story voluntarily written. She will not look back. Her footsteps pit pat throughout the cave, bouncing off the stalactites and into her ...

I hate my life. There, I've said it. Now all of you know my situation, so I don't have to explain it to you all; but I suppose I will. ...

Dig a dark whole in your life, big enough to let mistakes flow in, wrong decisions keep you up, fear of consequences keeps you out. So you lay awake, pretending ...

In this day and age losing your wallet in a busy public place is almost a guarantee that you will never see it again. At least, that’s what I thought ...

Love sucks. It’s not real and it sucks. Learn this now. I did. As bad as we want it love isn't all its cracked up to be. It is what ...

The rage it builds; it grows in size; it claims emotions like a prize; the dawn of day was yesterday no time to slay; I didn't pay. Forgotten things; an ...

There are thirteen reason why i slowly die inside One is my true feelings don't show they hide Two is i want you but i don't want to cry Three ...

I remember once upon a time When skys were blue and grass was lime Our children laughed and all were pleased To live in a world that wasn’t diseased This ...

As I lay my head on my silky pillow I let you take me away so we can watch the night glow Over dilapidated roofs Through midnight blue skies Up ...

"OK, so The dragons are back. So What? Can't you get them yourself? I didn't get to finish the last level of Halo yet!" Howy wasn't going to slack on ...

Hello, this is the first story I've posted, I need feedback as I'm not sure that this is as good as it could be. Also please tell me whether I ...

My first post! Woo! review Bright red blood is everywhere. Blood, there's so much blood. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. I hadn't meant to cut ...

As It has been stated by a friend quite dear to my heart; "life can be compared to an ocean." He said no more, and now he is quite gone. ...

Did you get it? It’s not perfect, it’s creased and blotted done haphazardly, stained with carelessness. Written when I’m running around, a hundred miles an hour spilling tea over the ...