Young Writers Society

I hear the thunder, I hear the cries.I smell the burning; my past dies.I feel the death, all around me.The heavy smoke whispers night we cry,it's all we know.We dream ...

Please review. Harsh critics wanted! Thank you! Chapter One A foreigner Averian Marie glanced up from her books to the large bay window facing the palaces celebrated gardens. Not my ...

I was in a strange mood when I wrote this Love is... Love is the one you endlessly dream about. Love is the one you smile at every day. Love ...

Okay I had to write this in class for an essay. i really don't know if it is any good because she never graded it. So please critique it for ...

4. A Small RequestI was once again in the golden field. I looked around myself in wonder, my mouth slightly open so I could breathe in the scented, sweet air ...

Hey again folks.Due to a lot of encouraging from you guys I've finally been able to finish the 6th chapter of Mrs. Jones, which means I'm posting chapter 5 now. ...

Hey everyone! I haven't logged on in months, but now I'm back!! Thank you so much to everyone who commented, it was actually what made me continue. Give me you ...

When salience is from silence ensued then is silence of the salience from? Or of silence itself salience Ensued. when past treats life well, life treats the past when to ...

No Man's Land Christmas Eve, and I sit shivering in the trenches, my body covered in frozen mud. Explosions all around me near tear through my eardrums, and I clutch ...

Entry for Wiseman's poetry competition. Foreign streets General moon with her Host of stars is out, And so are we. Mingling amongst fellow Revellers, all flocking Towards the same destination- ...

Okay, my friend Pam is too shy to post her work so i'm doing it for her (but we both made this) please correct any of our mistakes and we ...

Hey I've had rather a long absence from writing, which is something I cannot say has been down to laziness - I have been trying but the words just weren't ...

hey... can anone comment this... This is a stroy i will submit for a short story contest and i am no good in checking my grammars... sorry for the long ...

The Annabel glared at the fleet before it. The ships of the Anzari Empire were arrayed at the edge of the asteroid field, weapons primed, shields charged, exteriors glinting in ...

(Chorus) x2 Ink scribbles across my page, through time and wisdom I've become a sage. (Paper and pen, to rewrite history when...) TSun (Verse 2) That deafening echo, is the ...