Young Writers Society

well Azila critiqued my prologue so i fixed some errors and now the whole chapter is up for grabs. to be honest, I'm very nervous about posting some of my ...

I will admit it: strange, isn't it? But, uh...comments wouldn't go astray. ____________________________ "Jerry! Liz!" one of the friends called loudly. As the door slammed, the two people waited for ...

Chapter Nine Christian was stupefied by the night’s events. He raced back home and threw the covers upon his head. He could never go back to Krobeth’s house after this ...

I wrote this for a Comp II assignment, it came out better then I expected, I'd just thought I'd share! ____________________________ Hansel and Gretel- The Witch’s Tale As told by ...

this is just the beginning of chapter 1 of one of my stories. It is not the whole chapter i repeat, not the whole chapter. just the beginning part. please ...

As they reached the edge of town, the sun was beginning to light the horizon. The rate at which the black night sky was turning to a grayish-blue color was ...

this is chapter one of a book in progress about a revolution (not the title). keep your eyes out for upcoming chapters (so far theres at least 5 out). i ...

I haven't seen a review for this book, which I found strange, so I made one. It seems fitting. Madeleine L'Engle, the author, recently passed away on September 6th at ...

PG 13 for minor swearing. Chapter 3: Salem The night was cold so I pulled my cloak around me even tighter. I sprinted across the dirt road to the farmhouse ...

Chapter Three: Melted I did wake up. But not before a terrible, uncomfortable sleep in which meaningless phrases rolled through my head. “Last one…Courage didn’t win…only delaying the inevitab

The Lighthouse Preface Of course it’s not actually a lighthouse. The real thing is much more common, a simple box of wood and brick, nothing fancy or overly exciting. Except ...

"The Breaking Point" What was it first that attracted me to you? Was it your smooth covering, So slick and inviting? Was it the bright glow you gave off? Or ...

My eyes are not closed, but they don't feel open. My surroundings are unknown. The words I have spoken, in pieces. They are broken. The air is the room is ...

“The Beautiful Bitch Dressed in Black” Stephen sat on the dirty New York City bus stop. He checked his primly polished Rolex; 12:43 PM. The next bus would be there ...

INT. FRANK’S CAR – DAY There is complete silence in the vehicle except for the thrumming of the engine. Allison is staring out the window, but then turns towards her ...