Young Writers Society

One stupid mistake 'I would like to meet you today,’ Joe told me on MSN. This was to be our first date. 'Where?' I typed back. 'The beach, will you ...

The cutthroat walked steadily beneath his dark hood. The gun that he gripped concealed by his cloak made him feel confident. Never had it failed him before and its caress ...

Time just tickin away to my everlasting pain. My scars never seen tho numerous like the rain. I cry all day and night, but my cries are never heard, and ...

Like an eventide fairy, Twilight steals across the meadows, Lightning the stars one by one With her velvet-violet hands. Like amber candles lit for the dead, The stardust glitters in ...

Prolouge Madeleine There was no absolute way. It was impossible for me to sit in the dark, feeling ultimate pain and misery. For with every day that passed, the scars ...

The poem is close to my heart.

I wrote this as a class assignment, but kept writing because I didn't know where to stop. This is just the first part!

Hey writers! I hope you like this excerpt of my story! This book is my baby, and i hope to someday get it published. Please critique! _____________________________________________ A few days ...

Another couple of heads peered nervously – and yet still betraying an air of excitement – around the open doorway. Caty tried to process what she had just been told ...

You You… You have the best eyes You… You make me smile You… You are perfect You… You are my favourite subject You are the one I can’t live without ...

EDITED. Screams were heard in all directions. I could feel my heart sink as I watched my dad fall to the ground. Blood ran from his neck to the floor. ...

Audreyllis had never known the cold before, had never seen winter in all its glory and its destruction. All around the young deity bare branches dangled and cold wind blew. ...

Well done, your an amazing writer This poem has depth and you stick to the tread all the way through. There's nothing here to criticize which is really fantastic I'm ...

I heard that noise again. “Because I have a story to tell. A story about myself. Because I shall remain in this state until someone listens to this story. If ...

Chapter I – Bloody Rose1800'sThe soft melody of the music box faded through the dimly lit room. With a soft clickety-click-click of the small, brass winding key, the haunting notes ...