Young Writers Society

The cloaked woman hurried through the dark streets, bent protectively over the basket in her arms. A tall man strode swiftly beside her, his own footsteps muffled by the cloth ...

“Kate you have to come over now! It’s an emergency!” I yelled on the line with Kate, crying hysterically. “Okay Jen, I’m on my way. And I’m bringing Tyler with ...

The first two entries in a much longer story Saturday, August 30, 2008 I wonder if it’s possible to feel more nervous than I am right now. I mean, starting ...

“Rora, what’s the matter, darling?” Mum asked me over dinner. “Nothing,” I answered, twisting my fork of pasta and beans. It’s not my idea of a good meal, but Mum ...

Susan and Susan and Marcus: One night when her husband didn’t come home, Susan decided to drink fifteen cans of beer. Sitting on the sofa crying tears and drinking beers, ...

Hey, everyone. Ok, I know that I have posted like a bazillion chapter ones of all different stories that I say I'm going to finish and I never do. This ...

This is the continuation of chapter one, and I know it's really bad, so don't be mean about it, o.k? thanks, shanan-cat! was Mick. Mick was a fourteen, short brown ...

I've been working on this for just over a month, and the only people who have read it are my two friends who are kind of biased. I want some ...

Here it is! Muted low guitar riff for approx. 10-12 seconds XBox— 360, Bundled up—with The Wii. Both hooked, To my TV… Got Net games On my PC And when ...

It was coming to the end of the Summer. The days were getting shorter and the weather colder on the small Spanish island. More people were leaving everyday, the friends ...

I carry you in my bones, Drag you around in my chest; You are an unwanted stone Buried deep into my flesh. Where are you when I hear Your voice, ...

“I am going to be gone tomorrow,” the young prince informed his one and only confidante, the palace cook. She had looked after him since he had been a wee ...

The second part of my psychological crime drama. THOMPSON: (Addressing the audience) You know, you’ve had it easy. All your lives you’ve had it easy. Going to a proper school. ...

ok, this is my first time posting here and I´m kinda a bit scared to do so since I´m not a that good writer, but I rlly wanna know what ...

This is an exercise we did in the Writer's Guild at my high school. The teacher gave each person a random first line from a poem, and we had to ...