Young Writers Society

Chapter 3

this is just the beginning.... more likely the beginning of nothing but ah well :D 1800's England, and something isn't quite as it seems...

I was convinced to post something: My postmodern novel. Sort of long, but it's chopped up in parts so feel free to crit it small parts at a time.

Inspired by John Green's quote from TFiOs, this a poem about the stars in our life.

Inspired by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A boy recalls his early years, and how he dealt with a woman named Mrs. May.

I can???t recall my life without bringing myself to talk about Mrs. May. For those who know her may think me mad, for those who do not will care ...

Jimmy's sitting at a bus stop bench, across the Rayge city park entrence. Bogart was drinking in the park from a little bottle. He stopped for a minute and ...

My family decided to move to another city when I was having real hard teenage years. I turned seventeen and things got very weird. I never cared about my age. ...

Do not tell me, Oh, to not ask "What is it?" because, dang it, Prufrock, what if some of us just really want to know? You cannot insist and persist ...

Recently I have found myself on a compelling mission to better my vocabulary and by extension, to refine my ability to express. This may seem like both a common and ...

"My time is limited, my love. I must go. Forgive me."

II “Why exactly am I here?” I say. “Step on this. I need to record your height and weight.” “You’re a scientist aren’t you? A researcher. An anthropologist!&r

Full Summary:Nohlin and Eileen are two orphaned siblings that had grown up together since they were mere infants. They suddenly get adopted by a mysterious woman by the name of ...

We sat around my white wooden table and as we tried to bear the uncomfortable intrusion of silence, we caught each other’s eyes in an almost comical exchange of ...