Young Writers Society

As of right now, I have no prologue to this, because whatever I wrote just didn't fit. So, here's the first chapter of my first story to post on here. ...

Only love and despair are eternal.Yet, with no despair can there be love? With no love can there be despair? When you love, can't you still feel the despair lingering ...

[The Black Series: The Black Blossom. Book 1]Alexandria Taylor is a selective recluse. But she passionately loathes one person in particular: Michael Wood. Paired with him for a class assignment, ...

"The Black Blossom": Alexandria Taylor is a selective recluse. But she passionately loathes one person in particular: Michael Wood. Paired with him for a class assignment, Alex soon learns Michael ...

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Think of this...If your life was a flower, would it bloom?Would it rise and fall with the seasons?Or, possibly would it wilt with the bearing load of sorrow?Think of this...If ...

Ok here is part four…again. I reworked it for a lower age rating, so any younger readers can still keep up with the story and not skip a chapter.All the ...

Go ahead, tear her apart! (Sorry it's a little long. It's not even the whole prologue, but I couldn't post half of half a prologue.)Prologue An eerie mist was settling ...

I asked how much he loved me,He said enough to stay.I asked how long he would stay,And he said until he walked away.P.S. I got a little help on the ...

Do you hear that lovely voice?That is the girl on the red swing.She is like the night;Gentle and calm.Come a little closer,And you will hear her sing.Her voice is like ...

Ace of HeartsIt's been 3 months. 3 months of waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to go back to sleep. 3 months of falling ...

the night is beautiful when it's cold eyes are lost in the fourteen karat starsshimmering and twisting into words i can't escape- we're blanketed by this sheet of dimming beaconsbut ...

I cannot think of what to writeA creative blank fills the endless pages of my mindless, self-absorbed, dribbleAnd it showsMy poetry is utter boredom to the poetical mindIt lacks originality ...

Ok, here it is, hope it's not as boring or an 'information dump' or maybe 'pointless'. I tried to give it purpose.------------------------"Stay here, with me, Jessica. Don't leave." My dad ...

Alrighty! Part one, up and running~ please give your reveiws on my work desu! This is a random idea i had and i've ben wanting to finish it for some ...