Young Writers Society

Hi guys. Normally I won't post on romances but I thought I might as well since one person told me to share a short story that I wrote for english. ...

This life that I lead is no life at all. My heart has broken into a million pieces in which I have long abandoned in any attemt to piece back ...

Chapter One: *~Natalie~* I stepped out my car at the school entrance with the bus riders from the part of town that my prostitute mother lives, and joined the crowd ...

Chapter 5 Prince Andre closed the door to his office for he had scheduled a meeting. Orlando and Matthias sat in their seats with arms crossed. It was obvious that ...

Chapter 4 Matthias couldn’t understand why Danielle chose that moment to faint. Here ha had a lot of things to attend to and she had to go and faint. Matthias ...

Chapter 3 Alyssa and Danielle had been traveling by carriage to the palace for hours. Danielle had been reading the whole trip and Alyssa just thought about how much she ...

Chapter 2 “We are in great need of your help.” Matthias McKnight said. He stood up straight just like a soldier for he was a former knight under Prince Andre. ...

Chapter 1 Paris 1817 December “A princess…” Alyssa De Broglie stated more than she asked. She couldn’t believe that her mother was actually going to marry the Prince of France. ...

He sat at the farthest table in the corner, stirring his coffee, silently reprimanding himself for having chosen the most tasteful café for his rendezvous with Sandra. Every so often ...

I have not written in a very long time. Figured this would be as good a way as any. "Mm," the soft sounds you make while I kiss your neck ...

I don't mean to sound desperate, but comments would be nice. Often I think about the times that I've seen the same thing repeatedly, even at the moment I'm seeing ...

This is just something I came up with and wanted to know what ya'll thought. Critiques are needed! Writergirl P.S. This is not finish. I just wanted insight before I ...

I wrote this at the end of summer 2006. It was originally inspired by a real Japanese garden, but turned out to be something like a retelling of the beauty ...

She could feel water drop onto her face, and she opened her eyes to see where it came from. It came from the tree she was laying under. It was ...

NOTE: Okay this isn't exactly what I'm used to writing. This isn't my stories based on the seventeenth and eighteenth century. I'm looking for a partner to help me on ...