Young Writers Society

Chapter One The elf and the dwarf stared each other in eye. They knew that now was the final reckoning, the defining moment in the endless competition between the two ...

There were many things I could say that my mother deserved that made my hatred look pathetically insignificant, but to make a list would be both worthless and arduous. Like ...

Retreat! Retreat! Gun fire, that's all there was to hear was we were running for our lives. All of us, Dog and Bravo company are retreating through a dense flooded ...

I can't feel your soft touch I can't see your green eyes I can't hear your angelic voice I am dead inside I miss your hugs I miss your love ...

I am immersed in the sterile stench of this place. I wish I wasn’t here. I wish I didn’t have to be. The noisy rush continues around my solemn stillness ...

“Let’s try this one more time with feeling” A utopia of artists that yearn and ache, swoon and paint in scarlet hues, erratic slashes at the dripping canvas. The poet ...

Part I It was the jazz that soothed her, that kept her from tearing her eyes from her head. It was the tinny sigh of the ride cymbal, the loose ...

Chapter 1 Awakening Huron moaned as his brother shaedl shook him. ‘wake brother father has returned’ said shaedl huran shook his brother away and pulled off his warm quilt to ...

This is a fictious journal about a new cadet at New Mexico Millitary Institute. Her name is Ellie Bradlin. This is her story... August 3, 2006 Dear Diary, It's the ...

Danteel had been Moncreif’s slave over seven years before I came to the Avarice. I was very young then, especially for an officer and a doctor; I think he was ...

once it's the new year, it's all over sitting in a crowded waffle house just off the interstate. and everyone's saying, "hey, it's been raining all year" as the drunk ...

Rebecca held her hand towards the light and examined the splashes of colour that stained the pink flesh of her palm and stubby fingers. An idea ticked over in her ...

City of Bridges She always expects surprise, even here, in the rows of corn and wheat.

This story started out as a class assignment but I thought it was funny and I liked it so much that I decided to post it. The Wolf Who Cried ...

After all your comments I've re-written it. There still isn't that much action, but I feel it's a huge improvement to before. You may prove me wrong! I found it ...