Young Writers Society

*hi everyone! i decided to do that write a novel in a year thing and this is the beginning of it. not much here though, as it's not complete. wan't ...

The black cloaked figure shot a glance into his generals eyes. "I'm sorry my master i couldn't capture the king...I'm sorry my lord" the generals voice broke as the cloaked ...

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“Why” Part one (ch.1-5) Ch.1 Nothing. There was absolutely nothing- a vast and unending void, so still with no noise and nothing that could break the silence. Maybe every now ...

The still of night guides us through dawn, For day left its burden and settled away. Shadows rise and slowly crawl among us, Figuring the night will keep them awake. ...

When a man REALLY LOVES a woman they go to this magical place called, "a motel" in which things happen ... I mean... Alright, alright! It happened when said, "Adam" ...

Chapter I The burning oil lamps gave off a faint smell of jasmine that hung like a fog in the air. The room was plainly furnished; although the rug on ...

This is something I had to write for English. What we had to do is write an alternate ending to The Outcasts of Poker Flats. Could you guys please please ...

As if Siefer knew what Squall had been thinking he looked at him and smiled. "Is everyone here?" came Cids voice, Cid was the Headmaster of Balamb Gardens. Quistis nodded ...

When Jacob pulled away from me suddenly, all I could feel or think was how his lips had felt against my own. "Im sorry." He said and got ready to ...

Okay, just for the record I didn't write this, our drummer did so I'll forward all complaints to him Neway, here's the lyrics for "Forgotton Friendship" Who's that outside I ...

The Boatman - I need some title suggestions Chapter 1: The Boatman The bay was only visible through a fracture of light that escaped through the billowing purple clouds, its ...

Your lips are moist… Wet after sipping a glass of wine Unaware that I am there Just watching you, watching time… A glance at your wrist It’s half past midnight ...

You know I’m no great poet Who can weave words around Meanings, so beautiful and poignant. But just for you I decided To find a metaphor For love. At first ...

This is a spur of the moment idea i had so i put it in writing.... im still working on it so yea.... constructive criticizm would be very helpful this ...