Young Writers Society

Second part of the first chapter... enjoy!) Ellima quickly brushed her long brown hair and fixed her small tiara on with a clip. It dug into her head. Why did ...

Chapter 4 Everyone in the house figured that Alima use up all of her energy cursing at Suoh, because she had fallen asleep upstairs. "Did she know that was my ...

This is the first chapter of Love at First Bite. I'll continue posting if you like it! Preface I walked into the dark room. The darkness was never-ending, ever-present. I ...

There is incredible poetry in the way the arms of a corpse are sometimes lifted towards the sky, as if silent hallelujahs have been infused into its fingers – carried ...

I came up with this idea recently, and I thought I'd put it up here and see what you guys think. Chapter 1-Unfolded wrote:Every happy family is just alike, but ...

I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue writing this story, so I wanted to see what everyone thought. Addie’s breath was shivery as her eyes groped through the velvety ...

In the hotel that we were staying in, they thought I was his mother. The receptionist certainly did, and giving me the keys to our room remarked what a beautiful ...

Chapter Two Arias, Silas, Melina, and two men left early that morning. It was bitter cold as a result of the night’s storm, and a thick layer of snow covered ...

Another one. For God's sake, she had ruined another one. Mike was going to have a coronary once he heard that she had managed to chase away another story, make ...

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Saturday, September 13, 2008 My eyes are purple. There. I wrote it. That’s the truth I don’t want anyone to know about me and why I wear those damn contact ...

After taking a two year break from writing novels, I have decided to take up my pen again and start a new project. With no further adieu, here is my ...

Sierra ran aimlessly, just wanting never to see and hear Alexzander. When she finally stopped running blind, she saw she had run to the bathhouse; a room about the ten ...

Seville, Spain Charlotte Rush slapped the tape recorder on the café table and sat back, letting her eyes trace the geography of the clouds – tattered rags of cotton – ...

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