Young Writers Society

The Story of the Celadon ShieldOne time during the first quarter of the school year, my Arts teacher taught us the history of Chinese Art and this included the celadon ...

The Black Door “And you claim this story is true, Ms. Landers?” a tall man lounging in his leather armchair questioned. “I swear sir, that’s what the girl told me. ...

I have a confession to make. I never really tried to save him. I actually am the one that committed the crime. I killed him. This thought has been probing ...

A tear drop on a petal. If I could have a wish, I would freeze time. So that I can treasure this rose you have given me. But that is ...

Don’t you ever wonder, how much your stupid life’s worth? 'Cause in my world of downtown city streets, that sun don’t even burn the earth. Trying to imagine, what it’s ...

I wish you were here in the morning to wake me with a kiss and sweet words. I wish you were here in front of the school to hug me ...

I Had a Dog I had a dog that gave me sweet life, But I had never once given it back. No sooner did I find it shot me. Then ...

I was thrown headfirst at the window. Before I could break glass, I awoke with the sound of static. My dreaded alarm was demanding me to wake; I turned it ...

Two outlawed souls with flames embedded In their minds; and from a far distance They share their sparks and shredded Thoughts of life to explain their existence ---- Calm Builds ...

"Stay the h*** away from my boyfriend." Another angry girlfriend yelled at me. I walked away, out of the football field--where the best of the catfights took place--, down the ...

Here I am... Typing, typing just typing. Typing as if everything depends on it. Because it does. I type to stop the tears. I type to stop reminiscing. I type ...

**This is a re-write of my first pieces 'A Bad Person'. I've decided to make the piece into a Musical but I haven't decided on a new title yet.** The ...

Sometimes I feel incomplete. Often, it feels like a big chunk of my world broke off and floated away to make its own peaceful, quiet place. But now there are ...

Just something I scribbled some time ago. It's almost been a month and I haven't submitted anything yet... (I feel ashamed ) So, I surrender this tiny piece to the ...

Isaac stared up. He had been standing on the deck since dusk, counting the hours as the moon paced across the sky until it vanished into a thicket of clouds. ...