Young Writers Society

The last time I saw my mother was fifteen years ago. On that day, my whole world changed. April 29, 1993 started out like any normal day in Wrightsville, Vermont. ...

Call this what you will, I just had an idea for a story and thought it would be cool to express it through poetry. Wifey My wife's a cheating know ...

Eyes shut in the hopeless attempt to drown your voice out La la la – I don’t even know you Sleeping, dreaming, for a hundred years or more Piles of ...

A Dangerous Night Chapter three: Death The New York City air was smoggy and humid as almost black clouds threatened to storm. The city was roaring with life. Cars honked, ...

like a dog. Ruff!* *Okay. Since atleast one person wanted so bad to see any more of my story I plan to publish I'll do this but as soon as ...

Moonlit Waltz Waltzing a tap dance In a garden Made of moon-gleam Leaves of silver Wind-swept hair A single tear Glistening as it falls To frosted ground Dancing alone With ...

Chapter 9 It was seven in the morning on the first day back at school after the summer, and I felt all the groggy misery that went with that fact. ...

1 The amount of calories that would be burned in getting up, getting showered, getting dressed and walking to the lecture failed to entice her to open the curtains. Petra ...

You are the Sun - That lights my day, and all the warmth it brings. My celestial body. You are the breeze - stroking the canopy, and all the cooling ...

hi my story is about a child going on to a secret land called terebinthiya and fighting evil sorry ma by there is lot of spelling mistakes that's bec i ...

Enter the sea. Let it swirl around you Feel your blood scream from shock. Let the simple pleasure of it fill your soul As constant as the tides. Enter the ...

I am the Sun And you are the Moon. I only see you rarely, But hope to see you soon. Like night turns to day, Warm turns to cold. My ...

"I... think..." Ella stammered. "Sure you do" Sienna said in her ever-whispery tone; she raised that impossibly arched eyebrow an inch higher than I'd ever seen it go. Ella wasn't ...

Well, I can't say that I've been a big fan of Stehanie Mayer's writing, but I've read her books because they've been forced at me by my friends. At first, ...

Nobler and nobler, my dearest friend, be true to yourself as you have been for me. And you shall go without worries or a care in the world, and you ...