Young Writers Society

I see my life in raindrops; tiny water-bubbled memories, as they fall. And I wait for the deafening thunder; the reckoning of realization hits, that I am myself, so very ...

The red rugged earth ascended steeply, piercing the blue sky like a bloody dagger through soft velvet. Gerard stood affixed at the view wondering just how the recent turn of ...

Wow. I think you've finally nailed it. This has the same feeling that attracted me to your poetry in the first place. My own plea is to use a BIT ...

Im a terrible poet but I thought I would submit: The Alibird The Alibird, so fine, Its fangs, divine, Its wings, so free, Alibird is She? Its talons, so sharp, ...

I don't know if this is going to be fantasy or realistic fiction or if I'm even going to finish this. I know it's not that good but it's just ...

omg i hope i get it right this time... OK, I'm new but I've written this totally mad play and I'd like to know what you all contains a modified ...

More emotion, less poetry darling; make sense for once. Don’t quote sonnets to me about despair that you know nothing of. This is serious indeed, a grave matter has come ...

its turning me around i don't know what to do so help me ohh please help me cause i don't know what i'm doing ohhhhh you've got me i've had ...

This is something I have been thinking about for a while, and I was just wanting to get some oppinions on it... Do you think it is good enough to ...

Title: Cleansing Day Warning: This story contains SLASH so if you don't like it DON'T read it Author: Clover Madison Rating: PG-13 for the excessive use of the B-word Genre: ...

A stroke of blue and a spot of orange, visualize the sun and the ocean. A mist of black and a dot of white, the midnight glow reflects commotion. A ...

Chapter one We could walk to school together, We could and we should but we don’t. It’s not because her house is out of the way, whenever I walk past ...

if I could turn my eyes around and view the gelatinous fillings of my skull would it make me less of a man? common sense dictates that if the blood ...

To say goodbye is hard but it's harder to not. And what stopped me? I forgot. I missed my chance, more so I miss you. I didn't say goodbye now ...

This is only the beginning of a story: I stepped into the dingy little bar, looking around. Dirty sunlight filtered in through the half open door I’d just come through, ...