Young Writers Society

I can still remember that day, that day so long ago I was sitting in the passenger side of the car. eating my Tim Horton's chocolate chip muffin, and drinking ...

We cuddled on his futon, me sitting on his lap, and his strong arms wrapped around me. We were watching James Bond, and the love interest of the moment was ...

With taut heartstrings, your high hopes have been sustained On the bench before the piano, the little lass remained. But look here; don't be fooled by the second hand dress, ...

We had to write an essay as part of an audition for my Theatre Class' play. This is my essay, and I really want this part. I need all the ...

was bored when i did this...not much good...thought it was about time i uploaded something new though/ When the World sleeps Peace did not prevail through the world that night, ...

This story is true. The father sat there, the only male in the room, surrounded by mothers. His daughter's first day of preschool was today, and his wife was out ...

Frozen lakes and sugar cakes Daffodils and paint spills Computer screens and fairy dreams First loves and silver doves... Falling snow and cupids bow Dusty books and dirty looks Sweet ...

Hello hello hello!Okay, this is an experimental piece. This is not my usual writing style, but I thought I might try something different. Be warned, it might come across as ...

Will looked out over the plains. It was a dull sight. It was a massive plateau of yellowish sand with a minute path cutting through it all. “Don’t worry, it’s ...

Chapter One The dry pages rustled as the class turned to another page in history. More than one pair of eyes was staring out the window to the clear blue ...

Courtney R. Period 2 19. Sept. 2008 Lesson Learned Prompt: Treasure Cat A Barbie car, shoes, pajamas, a set of blocks, a teddy bear, and an Easy Bake Oven. Those ...

If anybody read the other part which was posted in Other this is pretty much the same thing, except it's longer. =) I know it needs a lot of work ...

An... awkward poem. It is symbolizing mankind, and the chaos we wreck. And when someone tries to stand against that chaos, they are eventually pressured and pushed into simply believing ...

Night crept with the lavender fingers of dusk. An ending to many people’s days, the start of mine. Puget Sound air, crisp and cold, brushed my skin like silk. Seattle ...

Okay, I'm really nervous because this will be the first poetry I have ever submited on this site. It just kind of came to me and I thought I would ...