Young Writers Society

This story is about a guy during the Great Depression who later joins the Civilian Conservation Corps, which is the main topic. It's not completely done yet, editing wise. If ...

“Christina, Christina, can you hear me?”Without opening my eyes I mumbled a reply.“Yes, I hear you.”The Doctor sighed, “Believe it or not Christina, you’re one of the lucky ones.”“One

Olivia’s Off Writing (Steven King already took “On” Writing) or Why I like Words more than Numbers.February 6, technically February 7.I adore alliteration. It’s like my favorite thing to use ...

'Room 209'The symbols on the wooden door had become familiar to my eyes. Having walked into this room more than my own front door, it was understandable. I placed my ...

A follow up to: viewtopic.php?t=78069 (As usual, while these do not need to be read in any specific order as they are unrelated, it is probably best to read the ...

Plot ideas-Somehow a Class of highschool, maybe college students is taken to an alternate reality, where they must play series of surival games with some supernatural elements, in order to ...

Two- Facedyour mask is no longer invisibleeverything has unraveledand I see it all.You had me fooledas you had done with everyone else.Perfect is your alter ego your alter ego is ...

I touched the edges of my newly cut hair, no longer feeling like myself. Closing my eyes, I accepted that I wasn’t going to eat anything.“Don’t worry, you look fine.”I ...

In my Language Arts class I was given the assignment to write a historical piece about the 1930's boxcar kids. I am supposed to write a made up story told ...

Spoiler! : I know.I know I haven't written anything in ages and I know what I've written here is still no good but I cannot bring myself to delete this ...

What is truth?Can anyone ever fathom the essence of truth?Does anyone understand and grasp the full aura of truth? Some say truth can be found in the bowels of a ...

He confidently strode into the room, his eyes were a deep dark brown that were slightly hooded by thick curled lashes. He surveyed the room in two quick sweeps and ...

That single word sends a shiver down my spine;It gnashes at my soul with its claws.I try my hardest to scurry away from it;Just like a rat burrows from wildfire.. ...

Chapter 1- Some things never change… I stood in front of my closet, picking my way through a selection that had barely changed since ninth grade, trying to find something ...

This is something that I wrote two years ago. I tried fixing it up, but if you have any further suggestions feel free to let me know! Hope you enjoy ...