Young Writers Society

This is a very short start but I'm sure it will give enough explination of what's going on. "It is almost time for ... The end. The end of the ...

Jack Lafayette just stood there wide-eyed and appalled. I could see it in his eyes. I recall that the other men in the room stood there in wonder of why ...

Chapter Two: Kidnapping Complete Renee: The bus pulled to a stop as Budd said, “okay everybody out." We all exchanged glances of confusion, but none of us daring to move. ...

hey guys, I´m in Salamanca, Spain right now. Sitting in an internet cafe at a comp with a crappy keyboard with missing tilethingies. jetlag poetry the onset of a jetlag ...

It all changed the night you cut your hair, when you opened a portal to make-up and low-cut designer tops. Crossing your legs, hands in pockets, newfangled music. It gave ...

Chapter Six Arrival The long, six-hour drive could not have passed by more slowly, and Emily hated every minute of it. She tried to stay quiet, wanted it to pass ...

I'm not even sure I like this. I was just trying something new. Theres an incredibly abstract idea behind this too, which I probably can't explain in a way that ...

Here are some of the many books I am planning on reading: War Between the Pitiful Teachers and the Splendid Kids by Stanley Kiesel Up on Cloud Nine by Anne ...

It is in all of us and it lurks and it searches for you... And it's always there and it watches you while you sleep as the hands on the ...

& this shit’s so confusing. I feel like I’m losing, Touch with the only, Person, I’m so lonely, Without. Full of doubt, & a life put on pause, Due to ...

I wrote this a year or two ago when i wasn't very good at writing stuff like it so I know it probably is gooing to have a lot of ...

Soft soothing voices and acoustic guitars, Lamenting the moon above, although we're higher, Laughing and joking with no unhappy thoughts, Beer bottles in hands, reflecting the fire. Waves crash softly

There is this highschool class called Creative Expressions. If I think about it, you can read this, just the way they do. It has such this wonderful flow and your ...

“Erhett” – memory churned brutally at the name echoing through my mind. After all these years, the name felt strange on my tongue. Its sting had not yet faded, the ...

She seems to be wicked But she’s not She’s the gentlest girl around And I know I shouldn’t It’s against who I am But I can’t help myself I love ...