Young Writers Society

From The Desk of Ezra Must, Attorney at Law To: Mr. Jacob Whippleton 86 Bank Street, Boston (Direct messenger to Office With the Yellow Door.) January 14, 1843 Dearest Friend, ...

hey, here are just a few of my poems. tell me what you think. just a side note though, i don't do a lot of editing on my poems once ...

Ok, obviously this is the start of a journey type fantasy (did I guess correctly?), perhaps in a country under a tyranical king? And you have two characters set up ...

Ok first thing first - never apologise for something you've writen! Even if a half apologetic comment along the lines of 'I wrote this years ago...'. Be happy with it ...

Robert and Christopher Peering around my front door, I felt that kind of mixture of excitement and dread mix up inside my stomach. I also felt kind of embarrassed, I ...

Some things make the most sense on a bleary morning, their shadows dark and clear against the fog, that bleakness opens up wide as the world, as a wounded ghost. ...

My first attempt at a Sci-Fi story, so I might be good at it. Earth June 5, 2458 “When I was young I wished and I hoped to live in ...

Beginning To say that the outside mirrored my mind would be somewhat close to the truth. From my window I could see it. The cold empty expanses of a world ...

Mary awoke to the smell of fumes, the taste of smoke. She could hear the sirens in the distance, but couldn't focus on them. Her head pounded. She opened her ...

1. Phyllis Brook bumbled about within a nest of charts and diagrams. He was never still, filled with a frenetic energy that propelled him all about his small shop. Maps, ...

It's a book a friend gave to me and I didn't really think that I'd like it but well, I was impressed. I haven't quite finished yet, a hundred pages ...

Chapter One The alarm sounded like a jackhammer in my ear. The shock of it made my head jerk up off of the pillow. Monday mornings are always a surprise, ...

The warmth kisses our frozen cheeks as we enter through the main door. We are welcomed by the wild, pulsating beats that immediately invade our eardrums. Instantly the feeling of ...

Removed.

All those men. Who died for me. Just one girl. Is that really a reason for war? They left their families. To fight until death. And I sit in a ...