Young Writers Society

The moonlight’s pale glow shone through the cracked bedroom window, bringing with it a cool gust of wind. Reagan shivered. The log cabin she lived in with her aunt, uncle ...

And Rock and Roll “Dammit!” I exclaimed, moving my hair out of the line of fire. Rick continued laughing. “This is all your fault you know,” I said. “No it ...

The remainder of her escape proceeded unhindered. Upon arrival at the site the tension of fury was released from her neck and she was able to let go of the ...

Calling card in the gutter, free samples used as fuel. Evermore this engine sputters feeling heavy, a paperweight jewel. The spiraling phone cord relays messages, lost in thought like wine ...

Peace and quiet That's the way I like it I sit at home and read a book or watch the birds flying about No one is home I'm filled with ...

“Mommy, Daddy, look at me!” The little girl bounced down the stairs with the energy that only a six-year-old can have. Her parents, who had been standing by the kitchen ...

I was walking down the city streets on a smelly, drawling Christmas Eve. Through lust and loss I suffered the last year and uncovered my greatest, most potent fear. I'm ...

Feelings I'm in love with a guy who doesn't even know I exist. He looks through me like wind. Why doesn't he have feelings for me like I do for ...

Oh life so dull of thought, A treasure is no jewel. In stars it twinkels like the day, A forest has no thorns. He told of days memory does not ...

When will dark come to an end, light will shine and shadows bend? When shall hate be no more, close the blinds and shut the door? When can lovers meet ...

Taken down due to publishing

Well this is supposed to be for a laugh, it is also a memoir to the movie Flushed away, if you remember the fly. Simply said this guy's a deviled ...

Edit: After some consideration, I decided to take down the Kismet sections until I can sort out the mess it is into decent fiction. I'm also in a story bog, ...

i wrote this for a friend of mine who is a really good poet, and she liked this so much when i wrote it for her, she asked me to ...

Mr. Phantom Chapter 5 6,000 years later I sat on the floor with my back to the wall, watching the guests come and go. I wasn’t enjoying my parents’ party. ...