Young Writers Society

The theme of these poems is the emotional strength of photographs. Some may give people the "warm fuzzies", others may arouse anger and spite. Whatever the emotion may be, photographs ...

This is my first story I ever wrote, so please read and review it. Thank you. The Eclipse Chronicles Prolouge The only thing he could hear was the sound of ...

Jack Rackam sat stiffly on his cot, awakened with a start. Looking around excitedly, he sighed in relief, it was just that bloody dream again. They had been at sea ...

Um, I haven't got any critiquing questions this time. Just tell me what you really think. I can bear it! *braces self* Have fun! Chapter 3 Penelope opened the door ...

I wear a black glittering mask; made of glass. I hide and you seek; you're out to hurt me. The mask keeps people out, and it keeps me hidden. I ...

I’ve grown used to the sound of the bombs. Each one echoes in my mind with a constant thrumming. I scratch my chest, and the mud caked on my skin ...

I did this for a school project. It's kind of in the style of cowboy poetry. A poetry writer I am not so any suggestions are more than welcome! My ...

Keri sat at her table watching the people dancing as she drank her water. She was supposed to be the driver that night, not that she wanted to. She was ...

Okay so i posted before this about a randomly generated storyline. This is the actual book chapter that feeds off that. Now this took me 2 days to type(surprisingly enough) ...

Far Off far off in the distance a little tiny farm... a windmill, a barn, a farmhouse in a peaceful, dismal fog okay bear with me this poem is discription ...

It can't be me, I didn't notice this. All I wanted was a little bit of love; my second, third, fourth kiss. He used me, to show off to his ...

*Hurray chapter 6 is here. I always try my best but school is hard and time comsuming. Also it makes everything stressful* Chapter 6 Visitors The first to visit Naruto ...

My friend asked my to write her a short story, so this is what I came up with at 2:30 in the morning. d: "Ebony..." My name was echoed from ...

Hey. This idea sort of just popped into my head. When I re-read it, I kind of noticed that I was having a bit of trouble with the past and ...

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