Young Writers Society

A POV assignment for writing class, and now I must read it in front of everyone for a school talent show. O_O Anyway, tell me how it is. (I need ...

Zachery had a violent father. Everyone knew that, the teachers, the police, even the women who ran the sweet shop down little lane. The funny thing was that no one ...

I shut the door of the greenhouse, cautiously checking behind where I stood and slowly began to pace my feet further into the glass structure. Contrasting with my very actions, ...

It seemed as if the only thing that was meaningful in my life was the mushrooms. In four weeks, I had lost everything. I had failed every test. I was ...

Emma was a particularly close friend of mine... actually, maybe that's incorrect. I didn't know her very well at all, but it seemed as if I would always seek out ...

I felt like crap. Devon had given me a brown powdered material last night, telling me that it was the perfect getaway I was looking for. He had called it ...

Tick. Tick. Tick. I watch the clock in agony as my history teacher, Mrs. Vanderhoop, droned on about World War 1. The clock seemed to have slowed down as it ...

Their journey started with—of all things—a scream. It was not a scream of excitement. It was not a scream of joy. It was not a scream of glee. It was ...

A/N: So, I've come back to YWS in need of a critical fix. Please be honestbrutally honest Skin Felicia sat on the carpet before the full mirror with her cheek ...

I remember the days of my youth. You see I am an old man now. I was foolish then, unwise. I was headstrong and thought I deserved to be King ...

As I race down the avenue, my only thought is 'Where are you?' Thue burning tears streaming down my face, almost matching the buckets of rain ...