Young Writers Society

[pre]once upon a time i asked a very dear and wise friend of mine, "why can't things just be like when we where kids when we didn't feel the hurt ...

The darness shall take the earth from under our noses. it shall destroy all human kind. it has taken the lights that we cherish, and the seas that we swim. ...

Her hair swirling around with the playful wind. Her lips red like a crimson sonnet so perfected they could be sculptured by angels. Her grace, her poise and her appearance ...

Camille. I don't know what I would do without you. Probably nothing at all. I would be lonely. With no true buddy to explore the swamps and woods with. To ...

It was a slow day. A small shop in the middle of a small town. I guess nobody was going out for the rain and fog was so thick you ...

This is the second essay attempting to emulate Judy Brady's style in her essay "I Want a Wife." This one is about being a son. I Want a Son A ...

This is for an English project. We were asked to imitate Judy Brady's style in her humorous essay "I Want a Wife." This is the first of two essays similar ...

If you could describe any kind of weather as "sexy," it'd be humidity. I'm inspired to work when it feels like this. The sweat of this place gives off the ...

There are certain people you just keep coming back to. I feel that you are one of those people. I fear I will never stand up to you for the ...

I called him last night. Maybe it was because I was tired or maybe it just had to done. I told him to leave me alone, that I'm no longer ...

The keyboard hammered into my brain as my complacent fingers soared over the strategically placed keys. I felt as though I was invading the spots that they held; each one ...

Tomorrow marks three very difficult years since I last Saw Dan. When you lose someone in a self-inflicted tragedy, you always wonder. You spend the rest of your life wondering. ...

Someone truly special stepped into my life very recently. I think that it is a real blessing [from whoever] when this happens. It was an ordinary day and then, when ...

It's 3:17 as my alarm clock seems to read. This hate has nothing to do with you. I hate myself for everything that I did because everything I did somehow ...

I've been thinking about motherhood a lot lately. Maybe it's because I want to do something better than my own mother. Just once I want to be able to say, ...