Young Writers Society

“You’re growing restless. You cannot tear your eyes from him.” Carolyn spoke to me over breakfast one morning. I could not withhold the sigh that escaped me, as I stirred ...

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Imogen had bounded up at that moment and asked me to introduce her. I looked at her trying to emphasise the fact that I wanted to be alone with him. ...

Playing with fire or playing it safe? Chapter One: Cady Harrison His breath on my neck was warm... and a scarlet red flushed upon my cheeks as his nose gently ...

Poor doggie.

We sit along blackened brick walls, playing old records while broken guitar strings— [play melancholy] husky voices singing into whisky bottles. As we sit speaking only in parables, tracing our ...

chapter fifteen descent. she's dry against the mead-colored sunset, bleeding browns and whites. whatever happened to her neverland? whatever happened to riverdance? on waiting list for stronger squall

Something died in there. Hiding under floor planks and making love among wood lice, we were more than willing to grapple for the immediate dissatisfaction, to touch just to tear ...

Knuckle Drag'r -Slick Jimmy Pretty pretty, in fishnet stockings. Non-stick tape; will help the tuck-ins. A drink and smoke helps the day turn to night. A little bit more makes ...

Here I lay, looking upwards, What a glorious sight to behold. The eternal beauty of the Vast heavens, looking down on me. This forgotten beauty will always be with me. ...

Chapter 2- Mi's Strange Encounter "Any homework dear?" asked Mia's mother, Mrs.Smith, as Mia walked through the door. "Yes mother, they piled us down with homework tonight, I think I ...

Pork Roast, I wish you were here. Pork Roast, your smell is near. The thought of you makes my mouth water. But I know this is all a deram. Even ...

Chapter 1- Mia Candy Ville is a normaltown. There's the fortunate, and the unfortunat. But being seperated from people just because you don't have as much money is just cruel ...

Chapter Two Marcus headed home that night in a bad mood. There was nothing more that he wanted to do, but sleep and never see the sight of that irritating ...

Very, very beginning of a short story I'm working on. There are very few main characters, though there will be a number of cameos involved. I'll let the story unfold ...