Young Writers Society

The clock ticked on, perpetually at quarter to 3. My feet tapped the floor impatiently and my hands fiddled with my backpack’s zipper in perfect coordination. “Uhhh… Mr. Mopel? May ...

I see this poem in two ways. One, it's about someone who was contemplating suicide, but then started thinking about all the things he has to live for. Or two, ...

We wrote pantoums (it's pronounced pan-TOOM and is a very funny word) in my creative writing class. I've only seen the style a few times before, and it was really ...

To die for love, nothing more glorious, nothing more hopeful, nothing more romantic To die for love, nothing more sensible, nothing more right, nothing more wished from me To die ...

Lycanthropy Chapter 1 My muscles tensed , I took a quick look around and saw people carrying torches. I kept on hiding up on a sturdy branch. Tring not make ...

chapter the second ~ in which i introduce myself in a strange and embarrassing manner to the new neighbor and wash a bird "Mom! No, no, no! It's freezing! I ...

"NO!" She grabbed the pot off the fire and flung the contents at the attacker. The man screamed, clawing at his face as the broth burned him. He panted with ...

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Everything I do Everything I say Never seems to be enough To keep your mind at bay. Why must you expect more from me, than what I have to offer ...

The younger, Shadowed by the elder's light; The older, Answering the peoples' plight. Glows palely, Burns brightly; The moon comforts, The sun burns me. --------------------------------- A random litt

The year was 1899, and for Winston Churchill, it was a busy one. In that year he was twenty-four, experienced from Lord Kitchener’s campaign in the Sudan, and looking forward ...

[img][color=red]The saga of the 2 Prince’s Book 1: The peace is broken Chapter 1 the prophecy of the two prince’s “ Sandroma, where is Sandroma I have urgent news” said ...

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As the heavy door eased shut, the yearbook office lapsed back into its usual oasis of silence. The rowdy halls of Milton High School were drown out by the steady ...