Young Writers Society

“Chad’s not up yet.” I stepped inside the small foyer and mentally gawked at the number of bags on the floor as I faced my aunt, “Oh? When will he ...

Part 1 Kaylen sat at her desk, sliding her calculator in and out of the cover. she leaned back, listening to her teacher drone on about their upcoming EOC (end ...

Worlds Collide"She's on!" he couldn't help, but smile seeing so dear of an image: the eyes of a clear summer sky, the dark brown hair, framing her round face, and ...

What do you do when you like a guy, but you know it doesn't really matter? He doesn't like you. He likes someone else. You want to get over it, ...

Someday “I don’t want to go!” The little boy screamed. “But sweetie, you have to go.” Jane Meyer told her 4-year-old son firmly. Instead of listening to his mother, little ...

Fear. It's what flows through all of us at some point, unless you're a super hero or something of that matter. Most people think that fear comes from things we ...

The rain came down in sheets racing across the meadow and disappearing over the horizon. In the middle of the tall and bowing grass a drenched and lonely figure walked ...

Fear. It's what flows through all of us at some point, unless you're mentally retarded or something of that matter. Most people think that fear comes from things that we ...

Another day gone. Another one messed up somehow. No matter what I do, I still can't seem to be as "perfect" as everyone else. There's always something that someone disapproves ...

Over the weekend I didn’t see much of Steve as his schedule was always so hectic it was hard to get any time to spend with him. All I kept ...

I didn't know whether to feel angry or relieved. Angry because he had dragged me here in the middle of the night when he could have done so in the ...

This was very deep and moving. You tell the feelings so well! I feel like I am right back in my first relationship with a women. (and my last). You ...

Jane was standing with her arms dangling out of our dormitory on the fourteenth floor, exposing her still-wet nail polish to the gale-force winds that were shrieking between the school ...

Ok, tell me what you guys think and what I need to work on (which I know is a lot). I have written anything in awhile so here it is... ...

I woke up gently the next day, Steve was no where to be seen. I quickly pulled on a pair of trousers and went downstairs to find him. I crept ...