Young Writers Society

Prologue Alec kicked open the front door and walked through cautiously. Everything is turned over and papers where everywhere, but no sign that anyone had been there. Continuing into the ...

** 6 months later** One night I walked hand in hand with my boyfriend. We often spent nights like this together. Dark and cloudy it was so romantic.we went to ...

How? I don’t know but, someone has kidnapped my beloved Katori, and there will be hell to pay. After all we’ve been through I’m not losing him. Not now not ...

Hey! This is just a little thing that I wrote. I mainly focused on Eliza's look because of Jennifina's contest. Thanks for any help you can give me! I might ...

Beeeeep…Beeeeep…Beeeeep…Anna silences the alarm clock with a swift bash of her hand. “Oooaahhggg,” Anna groans as the sunlight singes her vulnerable pupils. She rolls out of bed, narrow blac

Prologue: Thicker than Water I am an angry soul who goes to bed everyday, hungry for blood. My anger festers, with every true love's kiss, and all the warm embraces ...

Part 1 of Ghosts of a Past Fixation, draft four. A nurse enters the intensive care unit, taking care not to startle her patients. Pulling out her stethoscope, she checks ...

[pre] Nocte A secret friendship that holds the truth. Every look is every chance to grab the words. The smile is the feel of one’s touch. And the breathe of ...

[pre]Dying Dreamer The sun set and darkness cover the sky. Bats start to fly. Cold breeze of air begin to come out from its silence. Stars wrap the sky with ...

Chapter 1 Francesca: A Drop of Sun Across the room he sits, like a drop of golden sun. His eyes like oceans, and his skin the soft color of caramel. ...

Editing. Will be a three parter.

This is the first part of a three installment peice. There is the dumper/dumpee/together forever. This is the dumper part! Enjoy! _____________________________________________________________ The blon

Well, I think I've waited long enough to post the next two chapters. CHAPTER THIRTEEN “David what did you do with the girl?” Darren stood in the doorway of the ...

What you need to know is that most of the time, I’m a pretty good guy. That’s why people like me. I mean, you’ll never hear someone calling me a ...

On December 2nd, 2002, I was eight. I was standing on a playground, alone. I watched when I hit the ball, how it flew around faster and faster, then it ...