Young Writers Society

George Washington, Spymaster: How the Americans Outspied the British and Won the Revolutionary War Ok, the title is lengthy, but it's a great book. Even if you aren't American and ...

forewarning: this is bad. --------- wearing converse trainers and waiting on street corners. if you gripped that stella any harder it'd break into thousands of shards some would hit your ...

Deep within the corner of your mind, Scattered amongst childhood memories, Hidden behind useless knowledge, Alongside your greatest fears, Fitted around wishes and dreams, Is a secret. A secret, so ...

WARNINGS: Language, some adult suggestion/comments and themes. A 13+ story. Please be cautious. DARK WINGS I It’s only two days before my birthday and I’m turning nineteen. It’s hard to ...

skeletons trapped in the back of a closet no one knows they belong to you up a narrow staircase the back corner of a hall. darkness also known as the ...

I bit into my chocolate heart and it tasted like peppermint, looked like sugary emeralds inside. I ran my tongue along the calender and it tasted like raspberry, looked like ...

Checkered clouds paint the sky, In a land where all is joy and blithe, Crystalline teardrops never fall, In a land where you can have it all. Mirrored trees speckle ...

Hey, you, kiss the clouds, Breathe in the sun, Scream out loud, Dance in the rain, Smell the dirt, Feel your breath, ‘Neath your shirt. Hey, you, touch the skies, ...

for callie *cute* because you have spent the larger portion of your life praying and scrambling and because you have seen so many smallchildrenrunningthroughyourmindfalling you don’t know what to do ...

How many times do you have to fall into puddles of gasoline and break perfect rainbows to see that you can’t do that? This is sort of cute. But it’s ...

Yeah. Here it is. So critique and rate.: Deidre coughed as the ash surrounded her. “This is like a replay of what just happened at my house!” Deidre screamed, struggling ...

The Curse of Mortality Some day we’ll all take out last breath, And allow life to succumb to death. Someday we’ll all say goodbye, For everyone at some point must ...

I finally finished editing. I took a break from it; so it took a little long. So yeah, finally. Please critique and rate.: A thick cloud of ash poured into ...

10th December 1782. A large house in London, England. The second-storey room was consumed with the semi-translucent smoke of cigar fumes and the echoes of merry laughter. Its finest pinewood ...

Association was the high point of a villager’s day. Even older villagers had association at their different points. Village children have normal school until the age of ten. From then ...