Young Writers Society

The cold hurts,before their bodies turn numb, it devours them-- chews them up and spits them out until they're nothing but shattering bones piled up against the wind. I see ...

*Reviews and criticism appreciated! =]*Thin Air 1I woke to the feeling of crinkly bed sheets and beeping sounds. And heaviness. Never before in my life had I felt so weighed ...

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The Destiny of Evistus Chapter 1- Destiny’s call “Artemis”, called the clear, gentle voice. Something of interest happened. Prince Apollo spoke with a ...

Nox Eternus Prologue "hey stop their!" "i said STOP" run run run. he ran, jumping from roof top to roof top, over the various lights and buildings over the world ...

I had this dream. I was on my bike, just pedaling, frantically looking for something. I don't remember what it was. Maybe I didn't even know what I was looking ...

Yes, it is my name. It means “Year” in the speech of long ages; others might have it, or Anna, or Ala. I seem to be the only one with ...

Dark Night It was a dark night. Frost was beginning to settle on the cold concrete ground, as small clear snowflakes dripped from the sky. The trees lingered covering the ...

Death of a liberator It was the 21st of July, 1994. Germany was a good place for Valentine. In fact, it was a good place for anyone. The 24 year ...

Preface This is the wrought iron gate where they enter the Chapel from the Alcove; this is the first sunlight I see when my eyes open from the darkness; and ...

(My rythm sucks, I know, I'm really struggling with it. . .) In this little-huge void I build my fortress And in this sensitive-strong emptiness I hide my heart. These ...

(Darn these abstract words! Everyday I have new feelings about them. Do you?) Conceptual Feeling Hope is scattered white dust from crushed bones. Loneliness is that body in the river ...

She was dying in his arms, and Jud knew it. His little girl, with her pale, chalky face, her shut eyes swollen and purple, and the defeated way her whispery ...

I can’t hold on to this forever I’m in a sick winding road To many paths to turn to I don’t know which one to take I can’t hold on ...

Death of a liberator It was the 21st of July, 1994. Germany was a good place for Valentine. In fact, it was a good place for anyone. The 24 year ...