Young Writers Society

Scarlet claws run down the young boy’s neck, leaving a trail of red dripping down unto his chest. He shivers, paralysed in pain and pain. His eyes flick desperately through ...

Gone are the days when we ran along the creek chasing minnows, and turning over countless rocks in the search for crayfish. Gone is the age when paradise was a ...

You aren’t exactly the strongest person in this world You fall apart by Tuesday afternoon, Plunging yourself into a gray mass of melted newspapers From which maroon butterflies flutter – ...

resurrection: act of rebirth. With you it’s my time to be free, To touch, To learn, To see who’s the real me, Cause with you I have no connections, To ...

I wouldn't exactly call it an action story, but I didn't know where else it would fit. The main point of the story is in the last paragraph so this ...

Head Down, I Walk I walk. Head down, I walk. Through the never-ending corridor, my tunnel of darkness. I walk, yet there’s no light at the end. Head down, I ...

It's cold, it's icy, it's bitter to the bone, It floats from the heavens, it's landing unknown, Silent and light, It twirls but is steady, It's corners sharp and sting, ...

I look into the shadowy depths of your mind I know I must have you for your soul is entwined with mine We belong together you and I For fate ...

Sometimes the dizzying effect Spins me and the world In an ethereal difference of confusion The sum of all the efforts Blinding and contradicting each other To the blurry mix ...

Everyone please comment! Thanks. Dream Come with me to land my own, A place I go to escape from home. Stay where you are and close your eyes Now dream ...

As the old man sat there, his eyes widened as it all came back to him. Christopher Erin McDermot lay on his stomach, a pillow under his crossed arms proppped ...

Umm, ok, this was based on what I thought was a pretty good concept, but I'm not sure if I managed to do it justice. I always seem to come ...

I need ideas for this story i did a while ago called Atlantean, its about some guys, on the ocean floor, etc. It didn't really get a lot of replies ...

i didn't get the point of the poem, really, except for the end. then again i'm multitasking the the maximum.... but i loved all your references to color, which relate ...

The aged and old man sat there, gazing out over the forested green hills before him, sighing deeply. The wind carried a slight chill so he hugged his weathered leather ...