Young Writers Society

Jamie stood there, bat in hand. Her father lay dead at her feet. She dropped the bat, and knelt down next to him, weeping over his bloodstained body. She sat ...

Prologue Long, long ago, giants ruled the Earth. Not the “fee fi fo fum” kind of giants you hear about in storybooks. No, these giants were the gods of Genovian ...

Chapter 1: A Hamster Is Born The fresh litter of newly born hamsters opened their eyes. The runt of the litter slowly crawled over to her food bowl and nibbled ...

Prologue This story starts out as most adventure stories do: a plain, everyday person whose life is changed forever when someone places a great burden upon their shoulders. You know ...

Chapter One: As Pathetic as Ron Ginny opened her eyes as the scent of bacon filled the air. She poked around for some clothes, which was rather hard, as almost ...

Tamia gasped. "You.... You have.... you have a....tail? "What? This old thing? Dont worry 'bout it love." He gave her a wicked grin. "Just come with me." With that the ...

The motorbike revved as the rider put his foot down. Jacob's demonstration was going well, many had come to see his latest treasure as well as his inevitable growling from ...

This is my sixth chapter that i just wrote so it isn't that good SO PLEASE COMMENT

Limp. Breathless. and Lifeless. Pulled through a field, like a toddler with a blanket. Uncared for and beaten Bruises cover her body. The shovel slams, into the dirt he lowers ...

This is possibly the first paragraph of a story i'm kind of, sort of, not really working on. It's (maybe) the start of a trilogy I plan to write in ...

I wrote this the other night outta bordom. ------- broken thoughts shattered dreams all torn away at the seams no one understands no one cares i feel so alone no ...

Today I stood at the Gates of Hell. Not in truth, but at an exhibit In a garden In a place where flowers are the grass. How odd to stand ...

The violins' notes are sweet and fine, Two short zips, one long whine. Long bow flits across the strings, A melody full of pizzazz and zing. Next, trombone takes center ...

Looking into the mirror, I see Something strange that isn’t me; An attractive face and pretty eyes, A vacant soul that I despise. The person looking back at me Is ...

Letters never sent, conversations that never happened, events that never had a chance to happen. Don't you love what ifs? Couldn't you live on them alone? FORTUNE'S FOOL She called ...