Young Writers Society

1 - Beginning (part 1 of 2)Hin Langoleer had not been born a lucky child.o-o-oHe had thought the hut was abandoned. The thatch was overgrown with moss and mildew and ...

Chapter 1: Can't sleepI looked up from my book I was reading. It was 11:16 at night and I couldn't fall asleep; Not when my birthday is in two days. ...

Controversial? Possibly offensive, no language in it. Be aware when reading. Do speak if I should raise the rating. The only way anyone can understand this is if you read ...

Spoiler! : So here the story of Aria begins. She's a weird one, I gotta say. By chapter 5, her character really comes together, so don't worry that she seems ...

I consume the compliments,savoring their warmth,wallowing in their meaning.I allow a rare grin to transform my lipsfrom a tight line of warto an open crescent.But for every compliment,there is a ...

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This was for an English class, which is good because I don't tend to write as a hobby. Regardless of that fact, I liked how it turned out.I am a ...

There was a truce in your hands,nails blue, soothing my inflamed skullwhile snow drift conversations blew into my eyes.I found myself in the winters of our youth,face down, hands frozen ...

There once was a young girl, smart and slickHer favorite things to use were her pen and her pickShe played her guitar whenever she could,But did most her homework, like ...

His cold touch and cold mood and cold hand grabs mine,His razor blade had a tip so fine He held my arm up, and prepared it with a kissEyes gazing ...

They're waiting, watching theres nothing I can doI'm hopeless, powerless, and you are too.You see were all just sitting, waiting aroundWe're all looking for what cannot be foundbecause no one ...

You were there,When we were happy; While laughing and giggling,You were with me. We were together,Through everything; Then why aren’t you here,When I need you? I need you the most ...

The waves lap upon the shore,the cool soft breeze carries the smell of salt water.I stand where the land meets the ocean.The water like thousands of hands, beckoning me to ...

You must dress this way to be cool.You must have this much money to be cool.You must have this cell phone to be cool.You must say this to be cool.You ...