Young Writers Society

You left so long ago- five years if I remember right, and now you come back and try to find your place. You see me standing there, my back against ...

I seem to have better luck with journal entries! So, here is another journal story. I think that it will turn out really good. I'll write an entry a day ...

The first time I saw you, I nearly cried, You're color was so sweet. You looked so innocent, You cared for me, Caressed my lonely curves. But then as all ...

I'm not sure how I feel about it, when I read it out loud the repetition seems to work. Tell me what you think. I could paint my lips red, ...

Chapter 1 L’ira was five when she found the real difference between land and water. The Bearer made port at Jerge and the wind was blowing hard. She felt it ...

Secrets of the Trees Ch. 1 Betrayal “Ouch!” I cried out in pain, jumping back. Leaving out razors on the bathroom counter – bad idea. Blood oozed from my ring ...

What do you think I want people to be harsh if they have to. And ___(n) means I need a name for that Person/thing. PROLOGUE In a powerful land, three ...

Fear. It's what flows through all of us at some point, unless you're mentally retarded or something of that matter. Most people think that fear comes from things that we ...

Crisp, the rising, is the suppressed sol,Bind seasons' promises compelled you to keep,Laugh, cerise lips, on the jade knoll,Slow over the fruitless, undulance of sleep.Beguile the loveless, the lifele

**something I wrote in English one day when I was bored. I'm pretty sure there's no punctuation missing.** I am sometimes fact, often not sometimes truth mixed with myth I ...

Karigan lay in bed clutching the sheets. The dagger that stabbed her was coated in poison and that poison now floated through her veins. The menders had given her little ...

Newly edited. Need honest opinions. And yes, it is long. But mind you, not as long as it was.

This is something that actually happened to me last Saturday... It was Saturday afternoon in the quiet city of Hillsdale, and I was, like most of the time, bored as ...

This is just the first paragraph and a half of a short story I'm writing. I have written about two pages (not edited though ), but i want to know ...

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