Young Writers Society

Chapter One: *~Natalie~* I stepped out my car at the school entrance with the bus riders from the part of town that my prostitute mother lives, and joined the crowd ...

Open your eyes. No wait, I take it back. Open your ears. Wind rushing, Dogs barking, People singing. And talking, always talking. Which is why it’s good To open your ...

A sunset, gold and blue A purple-silk wrapped debut Tracks across the western sky God in nature glorified The ocean waves crest and wash Against a line that's never crossed ...

Metal fork, sick yellow. Scrambled eggs sprinkled with salt, the critique at the tip of your tongue. The topic is so direct that you are hidden behind your wall of ...

My life is still a complete mess. I guess it was because I still haven't gotten over how bitch faced Carmille took my place, but that's for later. Right now ...

Cant you see? I'm the one growing older, growing stronger, Can't you see? I'm getting my way Let me fly. It's my time now. CHORUS Sometimes a girl's gotta fly ...

CHAPTER ONE: FLIRTING I’ve always believed in fate, just in different ways to most people. I believe fate pick people, in other words, some people are free, and some are ...

This is my first posting of a poem or a story or anything. I'm not quite sure on the puncuation so if you have any advice let me know. Thanks! ...

Chapter 5 Prince Andre closed the door to his office for he had scheduled a meeting. Orlando and Matthias sat in their seats with arms crossed. It was obvious that ...

Chapter 4 Matthias couldn’t understand why Danielle chose that moment to faint. Here ha had a lot of things to attend to and she had to go and faint. Matthias ...

Chapter 3 Alyssa and Danielle had been traveling by carriage to the palace for hours. Danielle had been reading the whole trip and Alyssa just thought about how much she ...

Chapter 2 “We are in great need of your help.” Matthias McKnight said. He stood up straight just like a soldier for he was a former knight under Prince Andre. ...

Chapter 1 Paris 1817 December “A princess…” Alyssa De Broglie stated more than she asked. She couldn’t believe that her mother was actually going to marry the Prince of France. ...

She took her raisin hands and brushed coiled scars and barbed curls from my hitchhiking eyes. "Destination is always nowhere in a hurry." Peddlers whistle so fast only dog's ears ...

....a train lowing What does it mean, to low?in a star-plucked field, This is pretty, but it means very little, besides perhaps "separated from fate". But judging by the fact ...