Young Writers Society

"A contract is a contract, be it oralor written, you belong to me now."The old days when humans were cargo are foundin grave yards, with tomb stones that mimick the ...

I wish someone had told me aboutspring. The light still comes asa surprise, dripping down the leavesI do not remember ever being this green.There are songs on the radio I ...

Spoiler! : So my real life Nick helped me write this. Chapter 2:(Nick)~Singing only keeps me from crying~She looked beautiful. Even though her eyes were puffy and red. Bit by ...

Every other week, there's a room,small, and supposedly comforting.I can never remember the color of the walls,or the size of the sofa.All I ever see,is the bookshelf in front of ...

Spoiler! : okay, so this really happened to me. Names are changed. This is really hard to write, but hopefully I can continue. Break that FallA RomancePrologue:Nick watched her, sitting ...

READ SPOILER: Spoiler! : I wrote this for a class assignment and it was meant to be in 'ode style' so I'm guessing some of the rhymes might be a ...

JOIN THE CLUB =3A/N: Name changed from "The Deserter". I shake out and close my umbrella at the doorway, almost dropping my packages in the process. Rebalancing them in my ...

To Kylan, for showing me contenthave you heard the river; cry as a babe for the pacifiermotherland, with a mossyhand webbed in politics, indirty laundry on a colonial squaredrying in ...

There was a guy named Max. He was such a heart rob in is school. Most of the girls who dint have a boyfriend chased after Max. Max on the ...

Author's note : This is from Jamie's point of view (which is why it says her name at the top)***********************************************************************************************************

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End of a Deamby MJDUh uh awake.Hand arcedSlamming the clockOnce twice thriceAnd moreStill snoozingRoommate grunts,No sorryNo time.Class! At nineApple—off to classNervous returningTwo weeks vacationE

Boy, fucking ignore the ceiling fan and its ropey friendFor all they want to do is hang around and use up your timeIf that razor wishes to dance side to ...

He watched her letter burn in the darkness. Smoke wafted into the air, signaling to the world his crime. So he closed his eyes. The black canvas of his eyelids ...

So, I'm not very happy with this piece. I think I could have done better, but I don't know how... =/ It's also through the years of history...and I do ...