Young Writers Society

Its as if everything was so different A look in the mirror revealed so much his eyes red, beat up, sharp, angered. His hand in a fist, he couldnt do ...

[pre]I wrote the first part on my other computer, the old slow one that I messed up by putting 75 stories on there. Haha, anyway... This isn't the first part, ...

The hospital light bathes me in a sort of tranquil glow as I stare at the I.V. hooked in my wrist. The bluish light shines through the liquid in the ...

NOTE: Don't go looking for a meaning in these lyrics; there isn't any. (Verse) Suddenly I realize As I sit in my cell tonight There’s no tomorrow for the Weak ...

1. WELCOME Basically I’m your normal teenager. No, scratch that. I’m completely original. I have dark brown hair. Unlike my mother, who has the godly golden locks of curls that ...

Love blossoms like a rose, And it twists and turns; It is tested. But then, as the fledgling world explodes With brilliant light, A sword is thrown. Like a dagger, ...

Five Bars in Rome: Letter to an American SoldierFor Via, in honor of Matt, and all of America’s fallen heroes.** I woke up crying. My cell phone told me it ...

Reclaimed.

Something I wrote a while ago, based on an idea that me and a group of people yarned together. Much of it was changed to fit the piece, and it ...

I am first able to see when my eye’s cap is removed. This is, of course, after I’ve been woken up by a button being pushed. I look around and ...

Hmmm...not sure if this turned out exactly like I wanted it too, but I still like it. There is She, Who speaks of fire, Dreams of stars. She, With a ...

I peer nervously over my mug to see if Billy has noticed the time yet. Maybe, if I’m very lucky he will forget and we’ll never have to go over! ...

VIII Sophitia was still coughing up blood when the man carried her to the cage. At this rate she would slowly bleed to death. The man threw her in and ...

Prologue The boy’s brow furrowed as he guided the paintbrush across the canvas. The chocolate-colored paint blotched on the canvas like blood welling from a wound… Wait a minute, wait ...

You start off with friends, then your group keeps on getting; smaller and smaller every year. Soon you will be alone. Have you ever been lost? You don't know if ...