Young Writers Society

In the backroom of a gym, humid from the rain outside, stand the competitors. They are stripped down to their boxer-briefs, standing in-line waiting to be weighed. Most have been ...

RIOT GIRL They say that I'm a bad girl I don't really care Cause in my own world it's okay to be weird Not looking for attention stop staring at ...

Hyrule North Castle, residence of Her Majesty, the Queen: Zelda sat at her writing desk early that morning, tending to a letter she’d nearly forgotten to finish. It was addressed ...

On entering the room, she could only see darkness, no moving, no sign of life, nothing that would interfere with her task. As she jerked her head in various directions, ...

Mr. Right Who is Mr. Right? To me… well Mr. Right would be tall and handsome Mr. Right would know how to treat a girl Mr. Right would not get ...

Those books are awesome! Lol! I give them 9 out of 10 because some of the parts got boring.

i added and edited some stuff and i'm sorry about my capitalization...lolz --- Standing in the dark alone pondering over my confusion there's no way home i have no solutions ...

The Ballad of John Henry’s Hammer John Henry was a steel drivin’ man, Workin’ on that Carolina line, They say he was the greatest ever lived, He drove that steel ...

Dedicated to my Grandma- God bless and keep you! ______________ Bettina sat quietly among the softly waving dandelions, blinking in the drowsy late-morning sunshine. Her perfectly straight brown hair

From Are You Me? * [Southern 36th Level] “Are you me?” She slumped to the floor as the recurring head made her faint, staring across her prison to the girl ...

Chapter 10 After the day’s activities in the yard, Jane decided that she had a wonderful time. Minnie was absolutely adorable in her pretty little outing dress and she found ...

'deprive a mirror of its silver and even the tsar won’t see his face. -Russian Proverb -- Fallowdell looked into the mirror and saw a man. Silver-limned, long-faced, wide grey ...

It seems like just yesterday, Yet feels like eternity. Even the frozen landscape Will mar its own beauty When static too long. Yet still we weep At the first patch ...

Shadow: Copying my moves, it is my twin, yet different. Lurking behind me. Light: It illuminates, clearing your view, and curing. Dark is cast aside. Ink: It is mere pigment. ...

“Mom? Mom? Mom, please, no!” “She can’t hear you. I’m sorry, but there’s really nothing you can do.” I glare at the nurse. There is always something to do. This ...