Young Writers Society

We were told to encorperate platitudes into our poem (platitudes basically being overused, useless statements) and this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy, A Selfish Man. ...

                                                        PORK EPIC#4 Lionel Fortner stood at the entrance to the cargo hold in his abominable ste

Removed.

Opening Scene: The scene opens on a classroom. The teacher is talking to a student at her desk as the other students quietly talk amongst themselves. There is a knock ...

The moon shines black upon the earth, The forest filters starlight to death, And the mountains filled with mirth, Echo with the planet's breath. Rustle of the leaves, Wind through ...

Taneantra’s hand groped the air for a candle on her bedside table and then froze when it slapped cold concrete. Her eyes wandered aimlessly before she began to recall where ...

This is a direct sequel to another 2am, although I don't think you will have had to read that first to understand what's going on. --- “Hey!” Mariel’s voice was ...

The dog stiffened as the shot plunged its way into its body. Giving out a low howl, the animal sagged to the ground, motionless. The man shook his head and ...

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A chance to dream A chance to fly And dance around the midnight sky, A chance to meet friends old and new And party 'til the night is through. The ...

Jason So I’m driving down the road, and the way the moon shines through the distortion of my bug-splattered window turns the pavement into water, and I am somehow managing ...

Don’t cry, it won’t change a thing She’s gone and you can’t bring her back She was so young, so innocent Maybe God saw her beauty and wanted her for ...

I started writing that Watcher story I posted about, and I finished the first scene. Notes: -Not really looking for grammar/spelling type stuff to be pointed out at this point. ...

A twisted hand has grasped my mind. Its pen plunged into my black heart and wrenched. The unspeakable— what acts can be contrived!—are whispered, not by brutes, but men of ...

Censorship vs. The Canterbury Tales “What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content with burning my books.” Sigmund Freud (1856 ...