Young Writers Society

1. Boston 52 You can see everything that is inside reflected in the window if it's past five-thirty on a winter's night, and the light in the room is on. ...

Hey ya'll-this is just the beginning of one of my stories. I'll post the rest if anyone wants. I just thought I'd keep this short...idk...ya ok...here it goes... I ran ...

My brightly colored wings fluttered up and down, taking in the dazzling sunlight and the soft breeze. Fields and fields of orange and yellow poppies decended before me. I flitted ...

This is something I've been meaning to write for ages and only just gotten around to doing. I'm not sure whether the titles any good so I might be changing ...

This is only the start to this story. It's kind of an introduction. It all started that fateful day. My father, one of the most respected magistrates in England was ...

I'm working on a project more thoroughly described in my bio in "About the Authors. These are the first two pieces in that project, and I'd like some feedback before ...

This is a beginning of a story. I wanted to see what you think. I have more written, so if you want more, don't be afraid to ask. The Diary ...

Erm...this is kinda a sidetracking from a bigger story I'm writing...just wrote it last night so if you have any editing suggestions I'd very much appreciate them. Solomon Whiteheart hated ...

I light a cigarette. I'm standing on my balcony in my rainbow-striped strappy top, light, turquoise cotton shorts and huge fluffy purple Grosby slippers. It's almost seven on a Friday ...

I sort of modeled this on the style of Freak the Mighty, if you've ever read that...I think it's pretty cool, need some crit, though. I am a complete L-O-S-E-R. ...

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Still in progress, and I'm probably going to rewrite this anyway. Still, I've got 10,000 words that need critiquing. So I'll start with this. It's about 3,500 long. --- Hesitation ...

The wind blew across the barren plains. There was nothing growing on them but several strains of grass. There was a single road across it. Dark clouds drowsed across the ...

I woke up with a start and looked around. Shaking my head, I laughed at how paranoid I was getting. I rolled back over and closed my eyes. As I ...

I’ve always imagined I’d be rich. Even at an exceptionally young age I was consumed with money. My friends bought the toys they desired without a second thought, whilst I ...