Young Writers Society

One Last Breath The wind blew hard under dark grey skies onto the face of Patrick O’Connor. His long dark brown hair wove back and forth like a flag. The ...

My heart survives in darkness. It beats its slow depressing tune. It hurts, it yearns. It prays. It sings its sad songs but I can't help but dream.... My heart ...

A/N: I own all the characters and the plot. I wrote this chapter once before, but I decided to rewrite it because there were a few mistakes that just didn’t ...

Yet again this is another half of a part, so check back for the other half. Lethero sat on a branch of a tree at the entrance of the base ...

When Ibsen wrote this play back in the 1800's, it was written to be a real shocker and delve into topics yet untouched by society. A woman standing up to ...

This is a 'character piece' for my english class. Basically i just had to create a character and make him/her come alive any way i choose. Enjoy. Rob, a scrawny ...

It took me long enough to write this, but I was swamped with work and critiques. My writing is not at the top of my list. Not near enough. ^^; ...

My school is performing this play in March, but I read the book to get a better idea of the characters. I'd give it a PG-13 rating, but as soon ...

"When is he coming?!" Josie whined for the 16th time. "I told you, he won't come." Jon sleepily moaned back. "And how do you know, Mr. Smarty Pants?" "Don’t you ...

Fragile Existence is a novel I have been writing for some time, but have yet to finish. It's a little random, and a tad bit rough, but no matter it's ...

Naruto Fanfic: Through the Still Night Prologue By PsychicNinja Warm blood on cold skin. A kunai driven deep into an opponent’s chest. The hoot of an owl. And a full ...

“Like my wand, it’s very pointy.” Charlie bragged as he brandished it towards Thomas. “That, is a stick,” he retorted as Charlie instantly dropped his smug expression. Mr. Bucklin cleared ...

I wish I could have it just once more that corpulant ghost who taunts me behind bars dancing in greener grass and in incandescant department stores on the other side ...

Could you hear the voice of the winter? I said it loud from my heart that wither The confession to love you forever Frozen by the cold of snowy november ...

This is a novella I wrote a couple years ago, although I started planning it when I was ten. So yeah, it haunted me for a long time, until I ...