Young Writers Society

3.21pm, 18th of May Hi, my name is…well, you can call me Miranda and I am, as the French would say ‘le loup garou’. Meaning, I’m a werewolf. Now, now, ...

Nightfall (Alternatively Starfall) "It is easy to be heavy: hard to be light." -G.K. Chesterton “He’s heavy.” I was practically panting by the time we reached the first mark. After ...

Hi there. I have always been a fan of RPG games such as Final Fantasy. So I decided to attempt to write a fantasy story of myself. This is my ...

This is a peom that I thought had a catchy rythm so I decided to post it. It does tell a story and I do use some sybolism in here. ...

After confronting my own shadow within the Water Temple, a sinister illness began to rise within me. The Evil King had succeeded in taking a part of me. I no ...

Have you seen my love? My heart? It ran away from home last year. Perhaps you’ve glimpsed it from the highway, trying to hitchhike a ride to California, or maybe ...

Kevin was running through the city looking for what had happened. Everyone was scattering every where. Building caught o0n fire with no reason as to why and smoke filled the ...

My friend and I wrote this. Wierd Jeepers Act 1 Mike: I can’t believe Mrs. Sniff is making us do that dumb family tree project for our homework. It is ...

Chapter One The final “amen” of the evening service was punctuated by a roll of thunder. A storm was coming. Prior William heaved a sigh of relief as the last ...

Dark matter clouds the synapses that once allowed you to love me. I used to sit on the rim of your glasses as we drank constellation wine, connecting dots in ...

The gargoylian flothrapis had died. The very last of its kind. A large mammal of the bird family, with four silver tipped wings and a beak that curved upwards. Regarded ...

This is just the start of my story and im looking for some critisism to put me on the right track to a good story. (there may be some SP ...

Can I live without your love? No. With your absence you split my heart in two, I feel the congregation's eyes upon me, Tears burn my eyes. Their pity burns ...

I hope the repitition wasn't too overused. I wanted to make it rhyme, thus it could have been one of the types of poems I was studying about *Forgets* but ...

This is a tale about the hidden dangers that lie in the shadows behind the comfort of light. In a place so dark the truth lies deep. It’s this truth ...