Young Writers Society

A hot July mid-afternoon smiles across a suburb in Michigan. It is Sunday and people lay in their yards daydreaming, watching their water sprinkler's spit across the lawn. Iridescence splashes ...

An indepth account of the prolouge history (The End) Beginning of The Smite War “If we’re going to take them we need to concentrate the effort,” Adam said to the ...

"Damn mom stay out of my business you don't need to know every place that I go" yelled Sam. "Go to your room you should have told me it is ...

This is only the beginning of a story: I stepped into the dingy little bar, looking around. Dirty sunlight filtered in through the half open door I’d just come through, ...

This is just a little piece I wrote when I was bored. It's not the beginning or the end of anything. I haven't posted in a while and I just ...

On a busy commercial street there was a shop. It was tucked away between larger buildings, secluded and dark. Out of the flow of commuters, stepped a tall man in ...

I woke up buried in snow that covered my whole body. My left leg seemed to be broken because when I tried to move I felt a sharp pain in ...

i was wondering if anyone could look over this and see what corrections are necessary this is for history i have to propose what topic interests me for an essay ...

First of all, I should point out that this is a prototype. 'But what's that?' I hear you asking (maybe). Well, I have an idea for a story titled 'Changed', ...

Extract from “Missing” The news bulletin flashed onto the screen, once again. Up popped the picture of Shade Morgan, a tall fourteen year old boy, with short, black, greasy hair. ...

“Click” the lock sounds, and I breathe a sigh of relief. What if he’s serious? What if he’s not lying? “Stop it Nicky, he was just messing with you,” admonishing ...

The mountains were topped with layers of white snow. Around them the grasslands swayed in the morning breeze. The sun was high in the sky by now, its yellow rays ...

I watched the images with mild concern. The hero's friends were beating my legions of doom with relative ease. I looked closer; the hero had disappeared. "My lord, the hero ...

Writer's block sucks. After An endeavouring silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the slow groans of the dying. The pattern of red from the ...

I wouldn't exactly call it an action story, but I didn't know where else it would fit. The main point of the story is in the last paragraph so this ...