Young Writers Society

this is something I wrote when I was around..either 12 or younger. So i'm not surprised if their are some errors but hey we're all human.......right? ----- I made my ...

-EDIT- The cries of gulls crash hard against the voices of the doomed, And in my skiff I'm forced to duck, as the wind attacks the boom. The unbridgeable expanse ...

In the shadows, watching, trembling, and waiting. Eyes not dark with evil, bloodlust, or rage, eyes sad and lonly. No one loves. No one cares. All because of father. My ...

This is my 7th chapter i am relly pleased with where this book is headed PLEASE COMMENT Chapter 7 The Betrayal “Ah, Sendoma, my son, welcome,” bellowed Grishtog across the ...

As I lay my soul to die. Some may cheer and others cry. As my blood is washed away A prayer is said, remember today! Shed no tears for me ...

I'm on your front lawn, head between my knees, whispering prayers into the soil that's been scuffed up by my pacing feet -- It's been hours, now and three feet ...

The silence is a room you’ve moved into, with jaundiced wallpaper and iron cast windows that don’t quite keep the draft out --or the light in. Here the whispering is ...

We drop our prayers into the mirrored blue and watch them ripple out in arcs across the stars, because here we are never more than inches below gravity, rattling the ...

Prologue The group of mounted warriors stopped at the top of the hill. Below them spread out was a large village. A young fresh faced warrior nudged his horse forward ...

Chapter 6 Time passed Tea had rounded another corner getting frantic. The walls looked the same the corridors looked the same, nothing was diverse all the corridors were the same, ...

Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7All right. Here is chapter 4. It's going to take longer to post because this is the 'meet new characters' and 'rewrite all ...

I wasn't sure where to put this About Linda I have tried to figure out what happened to the young girl, Linda Carlson, UI did this through interviews, and also ...

Prologue: An Ill wind. The little boy giggled. He sat amongst the tall, swaying grass and playfully snatched at the lights. Small, glowing balls of colour that floated about, somehow ...

Ok so im still not sure bout the name. Also i am shy so be kind. (V1) I have so much life, In front of me. But there is so ...

Frost on a windowpane Delicate as a rose, Cold as a tumbling waterfall Fragile as our impermanent lives. Fireworks on New Years Eve Bright as the eye of a child ...