Young Writers Society

I pulled up to the tiny house on the‭ ‬quaint little street,‭ ‬smiling at the charming arrangements of pink and white flowers on either side of the walkway.‭ ‬A weeping ...

It's funny how my words All become so skewed When they earn refuge In your lost treasure casket At last.

Her limp body was thrown carelessly upon the cold, hard cement, devoured by the unforgiving world. An image that is etched into my disturbed mind. The violent red blood that ...

This is the beginning of Claire and mine's second joint novel. The rest of chapter one will be posted when we've written it... Chapter One Mr Pailey looked upon his ...

Chapter 15 Quinn felt her lover back, kissing him weakly, after a while Marius noticed, “Quinn, yer seem not all there.” She smiled and hugged him, “Yes… sorry about that, ...

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I don’t go to school on Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday. But I was better by Thursday, and mum allowed me to go back to school. “How are you feeling?” ...

This is short, but it didn't take me long to write. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you thought. I lined up with the other contestants. We ...

What is our purpose on earth? What is our purpose for life? Why are we here? is it to make a life for ourselves, to care for ourselves, or to ...

Part One Crystal loved snowflakes. She loved the way they swirled down from the heavens, coating the ground in white bliss; the way that each individual snowflake seemed insignificant, but ...

"Love of mine, someday you will die --but I'll be close behind,I'll follow you into the dark.."--Death Cab for Cutie There's no definite placement to any of my memories that ...

I've been on here forever and haven't posted this yet. I could have sworn I did, but I guess not. Here you go. ------ “Do you even know where we ...

Jimtide squeezed through the throng with a scowl, leaning into each shove with unnecessary force. His irritation earned him more than a few curses and barely-dodged blows as he pushed ...

“The good times,” we say. “Ah, those memories, those memories from childhood that still keep us alive. What wonderful memories.” Pity the person who lost theirs. “Oh, well,” we shrug. ...

I just started this a while ago--tell me what you think Is it too long for one post?? I'll post smaller parts if it is. ------------- Cadenza grinned, knowing that ...