Young Writers Society

The early-day sun shone weakly down into the streets of the small village, casting shadows across the grass beside the paths. The thatched rooves shone with the morning's dew, and ...

It was time. The time I had to be strong in front of my best friend, even though I knew he was about to die. It started three days prior. ...

Europe Screws Everything Up Authors utilize a variety of tools in order to drive their literatures plot. Of the variety of tools at their disposal authors often choose to use ...

~*~*~ Knall jerked his head up and looked around. Of course, he didn’t see anything. Darkness closed all around the entire crevice. He rolled over and felt Skyzer sleeping gently. ...

This is another draft of my other response to the epilogue. I'm actually doing chapters, which is a totally new thing for me. This is just the beginning so it's ...

Okay. And she tells herself, "Take the plunge, you can do it!" So I'm being brave. Be proud!!! : ) But, this is my first poetry piece ever. So while ...

Yo pass the mic, I'm dissing the bitch I don't like. I got King Kong in the trunk, Yo dad your breath smell like ass of a skunk. I make ...

My eyes were immediately drawn to the huge gold figure above the stage; it was Oscar. The band were playing under him, filling the hall with the music hundreds of ...

[Intro] Fuck Rick Sr. [Freestyle] Guess who's back, The best can't lack. I'm back in the game, Kyle Spratt's shit is lame. You dissed Eminem, but your ass, I'm riding ...

Okay, so this is a short story to quiet the vampire within me. She's mad because We are the Flame here's my attempt. Note to Reader: This is just how ...

hmmm.... it's late. i can't sleep.. typed it up.. and i need an opinion. it might be an opening piece for my school news paper this semester. just tell me ...

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Well thanks to magicman I now have a place for my proses. So heres the first offical prose! Its kinda random though If I could turn back time, you bet ...

You have given me in abundance A childhood’s worth of broken promises My small hands stored them away Inside a diary garden I secretly tended Hoping that someday, your promises ...

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