Young Writers Society

Something inside me is telling me to watch those clouds, I don’t know why but I do it. I walk over to the dusty window and peer out into the ...

Im standing by the strong light. It's stinging my sensitive eyes, I close them. Instead of complete blackness, I see an orange light. Unsure about this I walk on - ...

It is fall. Unlike any other sense, smell can make you remember…things long forgotten surface again, pieces of life flashing and then dimming behind your gaze. The leaves scrape and ...

ATTENTION! I wrote this story when I was 7-8 years old, and kind of...sucks, so be afraid, be very afraid! Many years ago there lived a Korean woman named Ha-Neul ...

Valentine's Day. I hate Valentine's day. There's no point to it, no purpose. The only thing it's good for is to show, once again, that no one likes me. It ...

Hey guys, im new to this forum...heres a peice a wrote for my english 154 class, creative prose.... i need some SERIOUS feedback on this story..... Life is Strange Tick. ...

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You wake up, and you fall out of love. All of a sudden the people you loved the most are just people now. Today was a track meet at Rancho, ...

"Lisa, wake up now!" Shouted her mum, She rolled out of bed, her eyes sore and throbbing. She looked into the dirty mirror by her bed. Her oily hair had ...

I walk at night. Two people walk with me, not quite friends as much as kindred spirits. We hurry through streetlights and linger in the darkness between as we revel ...

It’s a sad commentary when you’re approached by a seven year old at the skating rink asking you, “You don’t have any friends, do you?” I felt like strangling her. ...

A Life Unwritten My name’s Anna, I normally hung around with my two best mates – Janet and Suzie. I had decided to use my life to save other people ...

i wrote this, for all things, as a short fiction piece (500 words or less) for my creative writing class where the excercise was to write about someone of a ...

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. ...