Young Writers Society

I sat hunched over the desk, scribbling furiously, hoping to get this history essay out of the way before tiredness at last took hold. My eyes were already beginning to ...

Sarah watched in horror as blood gushed from the wound on her sister’s neck. She lay there, motionless and bleeding. Her clothes were ripped and dirty, her hair in tangles. ...

The place was old to say the least. It was built around the 1920s, long before Madison Palmer graced this earth. The dormers were bleak and plain, nothing distinguishing the ...

The jagged edges of last year didn't really sink into this year. The colours of everything just clashed and made the most horrible noises, but there was nothing I could ...

The ship moved left and right in the seemingly still water. Only several creaks of the rotting wood broke the uneasy silence. He was awake, breathing rapidly and heavily. Sweat ...

This is the first part of an assignment due on Friday. Just wanting to know what you think. If you could, reviewing would be much appriciated. The Claret Lion The ...

I'd like to know if this sounds even a little bit interesting and any other comments are welcome. and as a note it is intended to become a short story ...

It's pretty good stuff. I noticed you tend to use the past perfect tense a lot (at least I think that's what it's called). For example, where you say "had ...

I posted this story a while ago, but now it's edited. Thanks for readin'! ------------ A lone man lies on the ground, straining to keep alive. It is so cold ...

Okay, this goes on where I left Burkand Hare. The hours seemed to become days as I waited for the cock to crow. Knowing that they’d come around at dawn ...

My heart beat painfully underneath my ribs, and my ears rang with the silence of the room. There I sat, alone and shaking. My stomach gave a horrid lurch and ...

God... it was horrible. Cotton stuffing and foux fur everywhere. It all started back in 98. Fozze bear was up for an audition for the lead in an up and ...

I saw the girl sitting on the park bench, sunlight catching brown highlights in her black hair, a book open in her lap. There was no one else in the ...

this is one of my first fantasy stories.This is chapter 1 Aira was one of the few remaining dragons that was wild.Constantly on the run,because she was wild and the ...

this is an introduction to a story I'm not writing, but if its any good, i might pick it up again. A high wind frizzled the silent woods, a gentle ...