Young Writers Society

I opened my eyes but it wasn’t the place I had expected. “Welcome to YWSland!” The high-pitched voice startled me. I rubbed my eyes and as my vision gradually cleared, ...

Beethoven’s VirusToday was a good day. Today would be a good day for any writer that just sold their first book. Autumn walked down Patterson Street to get to her ...

There's always a rainbow on the horizon, after a storm.The Sea is always calmest after(and before) the tempest.Spring always creeps in, after a frosty winter.It's just a matter of time, ...

His hands were pale compared to her own that were intertwined tightly with his. They were strong and rough and she could feel the class ring cold against her hand. ...

His hands were pale compared to her own that were intertwined tightly with his. They were strong and rough and she could feel the class ring cold against her hand. ...

It is almost nine o' clock at night. Inside her home, a young woman watches out her window for a moment before wandering into her home to turn on some ...

My hands were weathered and the black of my hair had faded to a shining silver over the years. The lines in my face would say that I was perhaps ...

Beep. Beep. It was time, I had hoped they couldn't find me. I guess it was inevitable my ship had recklessly crashed into a house on Earth. I was running ...

saying hello to you with our eyes is enough for mefor a while now, we'll be nearwill i have the nerve?will my voice come out of hiding... where could it ...

Just something I quick jotted down on the bus today! I'm not quite sure it all fits together, so I *might* be changing some of the lyrics. Anyways, reviews are ...

Chapter 2Chapter Two: The LettersAlexis slept, her breathing deep and her chest rising and falling slowly. Her fingers wrapped around the blanket, clutching it tightly as she dreamed. Her eyelids ...

So I really didn't rewlly do any editing, and I really don't know if I even like it...Nothing can ever really be the same againnot after you encounter the remedy ...

Melody stepped onto the bus and made her way to the back of the vehicle. The bus lurched as it pulled away, and stepping back to regain her balance, Melody’s ...

I looked out the car window and sighed. We passed white-picket fence houses lined with pink roses every other second. Another perfectly perfect neighborhood again. Just the way my mom ...

“You’re not fulfilling your orders, Silenda,” a cold, smooth voiced hissed in my ear.“I’m doing the best I can, master,” I stood silently in the center of a dark room ...