Young Writers Society

This is the REVISED copy of my first short story: "A Christmas story"! This story is somewhat historical, but it doesn't really have a set year/time. It's also based on ...

Hey little girl, do that thing I love Hey pied piper, play that tune I long for Your voice calls me, wants me It seems so irresistible Too late now, ...

Do I love I don't know He doesn't act like i should show Him the love I show He sits with me at lunch one day He ignores me the ...

The word coming out of his mouth are rough He thinks he's so tough I kick and punch try to fight his words but it doesn't work To me he's ...

The whole world had stopped turning once those words had come out of his mouth. Going back about 46 seconds, she replayed it in her mind. Then again in slow ...

Helpful reviews please! The pain woke me. I was hog-tied on the dungeon floor, the stone covered with a thin layer of dirty straw. It reeked of human excrement. My ...

When I woke up later, I was being jerked around in a carriage, with a splitting headache and my hands in shackles. I looked to see Olga and Anya across ...

I'm living in a world Where Iam so misunderstood None can know the real me I hide behind the shades of my eyes I desire and aspire to be more ...

Leaving a place you liked was never easy. I looked around the tiny apartment that had been my home for so long. The brown marble floor looked clean enough, the ...

A long time ago, there was a village full of hills called Squill. In that village, lots of things were built on hills. They had McDonalds’ on hills, they had ...

* Meant to be almost like a stream of consciousness ballad. * Sauntered up to that tree earlier today, the one that invokes wonder in my soul my perfect solid-self ...

Why do we do what we do, the way we do it? This universal feather becomes almost dead to us. Cris-cross our lines entirely, but keep far back. Shake up ...

Prologue His name echoes in the dark recesses of my mind. Clayton. Even now, the sound of his name can give light to a darkened day. It seems as though ...

Author's Note: I decided not to put this in Romantic Fiction, Because 'romance' doesn't really sound like one of the themes in this story. Inspired by listening to Avril Lavigne's ...

The fires glow beneath a darkened sky: Some burning still – the flames once more leap high. The bush is burnt, the trees again must grow. And we who lived ...