Young Writers Society

Just wrote this in a few minutes off the top of my head in an attempt to practise my descriptions and stuff. Tear it to shreds and let me know ...

"Hurry up Lina!" My little sister, Emilya, pounds on the door furiously."I'm coming, hold on a second!" I call back, looking down at the toilet.I sigh. How could I have ...

Behind the cloud of dreams.There’s a smiling face.And on her moon like face, arestreams of black silk flowing downher rosy cheeks.Behind the cloud of dreams.A exquisite moment.The still water of ...

As I cautiously entered the sturdy chained door,Quickly scanning my new surroundings,Paintball all over, like an array of bespattered blood on floor,My heart thumping rapidly as it was astounding. The

Beginning of my re-write. This is part of Chapter 1. I want to know how it ocmpares to the other versions and what everyone else thinks of this. Does it ...

I have sent this short story to Bliss magazine, hoping they'll print it off. If you like, then I'll be a happy Easter Bunny.~~~~~“What is going on Mum?” I yelled. ...

Okay, this is my first "proper" post here, so all feedback is greatly appreciated. Give me praise or rip my work to shreds. It all helps! Just so you know, ...

Everyone was eying the clock on the creamy colored wall not minding the constant drawl from their (bald) maths teacher. They looked at the clock, as if it were some ...

Limited are the capabilities of a personFutile are our attemptsTo be anything more than justHuman. The sand runs through our fingers and Like a child Clumsily we bulldozeOur mighty sky ...

Okay, so this is just a rough shot at poetry. Critique would be much appreciated! I know the theme isn't completely clear but... I couldn't think of a way to ...

He said I collapsed as soon as the plunger was pushed in. He told me of the horrifying car ride that I spent shut up in the back seat of ...

Chapter 4: The TellingAs we were driving down the road towards home, Zackariah had found his dad who I didn’t know was actually Lucifer himself. Yeah, just my luck. Anyway, ...

I Tread On Dangerous GroundI tread on dangerous ground.Bombs explode around me.They do not make a sound.I speak the truth.I speak my pain.I would go to the ends of the ...

A Makeshift CalamityBy: Jacob C. Sometime within the ninety sixth year of the nineteenth century, a cold breeze stumbled gracelessly into the English suburb. Whosoever found this cold day enjoyable ...

Breathe This weekend while in my mom’s car coming back from instrument repairs for my euphonium. I looked outside my window took a good look at the trees. Something so ...