Young Writers Society

I miss In-N-Out... Peter’s Restaurants When living in California, there is a certain fast food restaurant that one will most certainly know about. Well, actually, there are quite a few ...

This research really changed my mind on the death penalty. On the other hand, murderurs don't deserve to be treated better than they treated others... The Death Penalty Through the ...

This is pretty much a rant about an old teacher I had. His name is changed to protect the guilty. Unteacher I can honestly say that I have never been ...

I've never posted an essay online, probably because they are school stuff, but I just thought I might try it this time. Tell me what you think. This essay was ...

I saw the girl sitting on the park bench, sunlight catching brown highlights in her black hair, a book open in her lap. There was no one else in the ...

this is one of my first fantasy stories.This is chapter 1 Aira was one of the few remaining dragons that was wild.Constantly on the run,because she was wild and the ...

this is an introduction to a story I'm not writing, but if its any good, i might pick it up again. A high wind frizzled the silent woods, a gentle ...

This is almost purely quotation, due to my lack of using the damn thing. Slightly Hemingway inspired, which makes it readable and simple. I'm completely new to this type of ...

Tears and sweat I don't know when yet. Questions need answering answers need questioning. I don't know whats happening. I bow like a sapling. This is not the me that ...

Another day rising to its end, The bus journey home confronts me, Screaming kids and splitting headaches, Goodbye for another night. The questions in my heart riding to my confusion, ...

1. Boston 52 You can see everything that is inside reflected in the window if it's past five-thirty on a winter's night, and the light in the room is on. ...

This is the opening to a novel I have in my head. Hopefully, it will eventually get put onto paper. I know it needs revising, and I'd really like some ...

Closing chapters of my life, trying not to look back as I loosen my grip on childish fantasies, now phantoms. The fog clears and i see what was really there ...

She strode past soot-stained buildings, past grungy gamblers, clinking chips and taunting each other, slurring obsceneties and bragging about fictional escapades. Her white dress, unnoticed by the gamblers, flows delicate ...

Watching her hands, I think if I have only one regret (I don’t think I could handle more) let it be that I didn’t learn how to make magic, make ...