Young Writers Society

Trikling rain from the sky passing in front of my eyes rumbling and roaring from the light the rain called out. Drop after drop flash after flash the light and ...

This is in second draft form. I just want to know if you are intrigued by the prologue. I want to know if it leaves you wanting to read more. ...

Ann Ross went to the kitchen that evening and began to prepare the meal for that evening the whole time contemplating on what she should wear to Prince Donovan’s party. ...

This was an assignment for Geography ( don't ask) and I was just going to post it. I might decide to split it in half (two parts) because it's 12 ...

Dad If you weren't here for me I wouldn't know I was pretty Or smart Or a good girl Dad, If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be the girl ...

anything to feel something has clouded my mind it's as if i'm not there just a spiritless body it's like a dream where everything seems like reality my eyes are ...

You think your all that, You think your a star, But when it comes to reality, Thats not what you are. You laugh like a hyhena, You look like a ...

I don't know what this should be classified as, so I guessed fantasy fiction Arlen closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as another wave of anxiety washed over her, shaking ...

If you read my blog, you'll kind of get what this is. Damn I hate long distance relationships sometimes. One more night of twitching anticipation, Telling myself that tonight (for ...

That's is just something I really wanna know!! I am an avid fanfic writer...if you go on u'll know me as Psyche2 or im becomingwaturmeanttobe. Thanks!!

Hey...I'm new here. But I thought I'd give this a try and see what people thought. I think this might count as dramatic poetry but...ummm. Anyway here it is: Urge ...

Sam, you are writing this in more like a poem then a story, its mostly just imagry and metaphors not actual story. Try adding more dialouge, remember you need to ...

i was reading oscar wilde on the bus. i got off at the station amidst conventional stares of sunscreen, water bottles and ponytails. i didn't care. i opened oscar wilde ...

You're right. Angsty poetry does get annoying after the zillionth suicide poem.

Anybody read it?