Young Writers Society

I am alone with my breathing in my dark room as I touch down where the secrets mesh. If I thought of you now it would be wrong, like stepping ...

This is the first chapter for a Novella I am working on, please critique. One Christopher was a normal boy with a normal life. His parents were always smiling, he ...

A kamikaze of pointlessness. Leaden words pervade the air and perforate the silence, an earthquake in a bubble, flirtatious locusts. A silent black on which to paint the most accurate ...

Parliamo di amore Every night and day Parliamo di amore in every single way. Noi respiriamo in aria to live, to see noi respiriamo in aria to dream, to be. ...

This is the first chapter of a Novella I am currently writing. It is aimed at early teens. Please be brutal with your critique. One Christopher Jarvis often wondered how ...

I am my father's daughter. It is an accusation on my mother's lips and a mockery on my father's; it is also true. Because I cannot touch him as I ...

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I AM MAN Austin Lynch THE BEHEMOTH The sun has recently descended from the sky, and all that is left of the light of day is a faint purple haze ...

When we first met, I didn't like you, Who would've ever guess you'll be my boo. When we first met, I knew it is true, Who would've have thought I'll ...

Since it's NaPoWriMo, I thought I'd give it a shot! Better late than never And just like that, her face went from a bright canvas to blank white. The brilliant ...

Happy birthday I wish you all the best One thing I forgot to mention I made you a gift I wrapped it up tight And made sure it was perfectly ...

I hear them all talking About how she died Murder Weapons A knife to the eye They all miss her dearly of that much I'm sure But one thing they ...

Starbucks Coffee Cups Ryan Workman Three Starbucks coffee cups, sitting beside a concrete wall, One large, one medium, one small. There’s a story in the Styrofoam, In the tidy little ...

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This day is gilt in silver, where once the light was gold, And all around me minute droplets hang upon the cold. Its shimmering astounds me, and makes my footsteps ...