Young Writers Society

Good morning, darlingI hope you are well. Take a breath, inhale the ink-dredging sunrise that creeps over the hilltops and chases the frost back to the lake. Let the children ...

PLEASE REVIEW, OR JUST ADD A COMMENT ON WHAT YOU THOUGHT! Authors note: Where it says ‘Billy Loves Rosa Caitlin Kate Peyton Elle.’ Its ment to have crosses through all ...

We are love, aren’t we? We love like no other has ever loved before. We are perfect for one another, you and I. Perfect. I am blind to your flaws ...

I'm stick-figure thin. My skin is pale. My arms are weak. My hair is dull. My eyes are red. My body is gone. All my life, I have struggled with ...

[Permanent Monday—Jordin Sparks; 049. Messenger] One year hadn’t taken its toll on Rebecca the way it had on me—her blue eyes still bright, still curious, still looking slightly superior to ...

This is kind of a sequel to my preview short story, Stop and Smell the Roses, but you don't need to have read that one to understand this one. (At ...

I have dealt with this sort of plot before, but it turned out coming out horribly. Hopefully, this will be much better. Read and critique, pretty please. A Girl Just ...

They say that the past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now. My saying is backwards. The past is all I ever have, ...

A/N: Alright, if you don't like this perticular pairing, then don't read, unless you feel you can appreciate a story despite your beliefs, and if so, I admire you. I ...

Chapter 2 “Shelly! Here girl!” I had cried out in fear. Horrible thoughts drifted into my mind. What if she was killed? What if I never found her? Then I ...

This is a poem I wrote a few months back, its about falling in love and realising that all the times you thought you were in love before was no ...

Pain Some may think it’s a game

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CHAPTER ONE It was a cold, lonely, dark night, rain was hitting the surfaces of the surrounding houses hard, like hail, it could be heard everywhere in the large, nearly ...

Song: This One's for the Girls--Martina MicBride Word: Agora ... Thirty He’d been a man, a young but mature man. The dazzle of Septa paled into actuality and a routine ...