Young Writers Society

This has been revised, and also was the second part of my rough draft. Now there is only one part. Look for Premonition- Nightmare Becomes Reality. Sorry

"Stop!!" yelled Ostara in terror. All the tribes were after her. She was an outsider and didn't belong here with the others. Ostara was born away from the all tribes ...

Played to a slow acoustic guitar melody.Little GirlVerse 1A white ceiling above her headPink walls surrounding her bedBeen that way since she was threeProtected from all the thingsThat could do ...

This is a copy of my paper for English 'The Time I made a Important Choice.' Now this seems so intense and all but it isn't all true. I did ...

Life had seemed, at that point, to have ceased its constant grip on my heart. When I saw him walk away that final time, when I saw him refuse to ...

This is related to the shorts I've been writing lately. It is how I would really make it out if it were written in novel style and the shorts just ...

The RabbitTo be perfectly honest, Tanner had never caught a rabbit before in his life. Not until he saw one delicately cleaning its velvet coat had he even before considered ...

Juliet sits against her window seal, her legs draped out into the cool night air. The silk nightdress, covering her bare body, flows loosely in the wind. The evening lies ...

Maroon I remember the night clearly when I first met Kashmere, she was so nice, and the funniest girl I had ever met. She was pretty, and when I found ...

Reggie stared out at the rain. it had been two months already, two months since she defeated the first vour, two months since she had saved her brother, two months ...

You are the poison I want more than the cureBut the voices are screaming they can’t take this anymoreThey all tell me to fight but they won’t say what I’m ...

Okay, I wrote this a few months back. Name suggestions are welcome, enjoy--Goodbye, Goodbye,The final wordsbefore we depart,into strange new worlds.Goodbye, Goodbye,the twilight masks our fate,as we d

Okay, so here we go with the first song I've ever wrote. I don't know where it came from, exactly, but I just started writing and here is what I ...

I stare into his eyesDeep treacle poolsdeep enough to drown inHis hand nears minecreeping through the dew-wet grassto clasp my own in a silent embraceHe leans towards mea slow awkward ...

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