Young Writers Society

Tamia blundered through the streets, confused. The sound of the town seemed deafening, and movement was everywhere. A man leading a goat pushed past her, anxious to get to the ...

And hold your breath... one minute, two minute and your dead The smell of you fills meYour touch the kiss of an angel Yet I can’t even reach out to ...

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[This feels a bit of a dry skeleton at the moment. Hopefully that can be fixed. Advice and comments most appreciated.] “We are the merciful. We are the unwavering. Six ...

(Man, I was in the zone today! I just couldn't stop writing! Once I finished this chapter it was midnight!) Tylor arrived at the lobby a few minutes later. Everyone ...

JUST BECAUSE Once, in the kingdom of Detrimental, there ruled a young king and a beautiful but not-quite-so-young queen whose names were Disaster and Dooma. Despite their catastrophic naming system, ...

Stretch your hand against the sky: No puedo cubrir el cielo,* you sigh and turn to me, your juice-stained lips as tempting as any ripened fruit a poet has ever ...

(My skills get better after every chapter. It's like I gain experience and at one point I level up, just like in the game! Wouldn't that be cool?) Tylor approached ...

Elvina waded out of the river to her towel on the riverside. She wrapped the towel around her body, and then sorted out her clothing on the tree branch. She ...

It was a particularly freezing morning, your average Christmas Eve. And despite the West Virginia mountains, I loved so much, weren't covered with pure white snow, it was a vision. ...

the blackness... the void inside me surfaces whenever you're around whenever you touch me. when you hold me. this deep abyss crawls up my skin you're the worst I let ...

A part of life that will always follow us, we can never escape it’s cold embrace, and no one can by their way out of it. It takes loved ones ...

A mysterious and magical cretaure, comes to us in dreams and stories always eluding us. Breating elegant and majestic fire that will incinerate anything in it's destructive path. Scales that ...

(Monologue spoken directly to camera/audience) Boy, 12 years old sat in a field, rucksack next to him, wearing jeans. It started out as a walk. That’s all it was, another ...

In one breathless motion, she maneuvered herself around the boy. She caressed his dark curls of hair as he fumbled through the puzzles he was playing on the rock. Soft ...