Young Writers Society

Okee-dokey. This is a little project I've been workin' on for. It's the second draft of a story I've been nuturing for a while now. I've done this thing on ...

I beseech you child of our time Who wanders in the everlasting light And holds the hand of god In his own sweet palm You who can take the demons ...

I absolutely LOVE this book, It's by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes and she wrote when she was 15. It's about a vampire troubling with her past. It is a small book so ...

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Apple grinds are not filtered out; they cling to the capillary walls inside you, speaking selfless confidence in your ears during your wasteland-nights. It slides off your skin into a ...

“The Nymph, the Spirit, and the Bird” By theluckyflower Centuries ago, there was a beautiful nymph named Ihmelia. She was gifted with the ability to control plants; she was able ...

If only we had more time. The time together could have been shining. But since our time was short. I'll have to make this quick, Every minute, every second we ...

Great beginning, great ending. But if somebody had never read your story or if they simply knew nothing about you, they would have no idea what you were talking about. ...

He removed his cap slowly and let the slightly yellowish hair fall over his eyes. I half smiled, half-grimaced. A thin trickle of blood had snaked its way down the ...

When I started Hells Tools it was the only time I had done an outline to a story. Im posting it here just to see if I actually did it ...

I have all three, i think she is a pretty talented author. my favourite out of the three is the autograph man. anybody else read any of her books? i ...

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I've seen her only in chosen times.But every time i found myself wondering forward into their eyes.I've only talk to her in awkward silences.Which kept my heart beating with violence.And ...

Anybody here read My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoulti? The book is about a girl, Anna, who's sister has cancer. Anna has always been the donor for her sister and ...

The storm is wicked. Half-drenched in underage champagne, I stare as God’s woody fingers swirl and spin in a world of majestic half-truths. Full-blown masts sweep me away, a magic ...