Young Writers Society

Veiled Soul Contents Scene 1-- you are here Scene 2-- Author's note: I hope to publish this (in a thousand years), because I like the idea but must maximize it's ...

I have a battered old copy of 'The adventures of Huckleberry Finn' from 1969, and I think it's been owned by about 5 schools, judging by all the stamps and ...

She was the type of person who couldn’t keep her thoughts inside, often allowing them to spill out of her lips and break a perfect silence. She did not believe ...

Ok, I know this is a very fast beginning, but it sorta needs to be like that. Um please read and review.Please try to hang in, I know this is ...

Now, time line wise, this story is all messed up but I'd really just like some feedback about the writing itself. And please, don't tear it apart as I'm rather ...

This is my only short story that I at all like. I've tried continuing it and failed, and I've tried sprucing it up, and failed. So, let me know what ...

A quick intro: this is the first bit to this year's NaNo. I've been an editing fiend lately, and wanted to see if I've made the slightest dent...I may set ...

Prologue Turquoise waters shimmered beneath the sun, distorting the refraction of the coral reef below. To the right, a colony of buoys floated, bobbing up and down to the flow ...

To Rosa it felt totally surreal how they were suspended hundreds of feet above the clouds, how time seemed held fast by a leash, how her world had become a ...

New Day Setting sunlight, trapped in the eye of the past, only to rise again on the new dawn. Farewell To golden, meaningful times and to situations of the dark. ...

I sit home alone like I do every night. You know I feel for you, and how I think of you. But you don't give a crap do you? Chorus ...

Well, let me say this definitely is not my first piece of fiction, I've written twenty thousand times before this. I never seem to finish a story and the story ...

Part Two cont. In the store there were only a few people. Most of them in the children’s section, as some toddlers sat flipping throw books in their cute little ...

The sound of sampled waves coming through the speakers Here's a grunge lucidity People dropping ropes With people dangling beneath On the bridge are streets of cars For nothing more ...

(I doubt I will ever write a poem for someone again. It's a sad attempt.) our heartstrings may be as lithe as the branches crowning dew-drenched trees - but where ...