Young Writers Society

Please be brutally honest on anything, description, dialogue, setting, style...anything! I just want to improve my writing! _____ Chapter 1 Vranem West “Cia! Cia!” said a voice. Cia yawned and ...

“You’re dying.” Liza announced, hoping that it didn’t sound too much like a renunciation and emitting one prudent look toward her High Master. The old woman to the side of ...

Note: On whim and in ten minutes...the idea's been tweaking my thoughts. Make any sense? -- ‘But sin’s old world ----.’ The man sat in his chair like a bruised ...

okay this is a story i wrote just because i was in a random mood and felt like writing. this is only chapter one. chapter two is underway. i will ...

A kid sat on the steps thinking He sat and sat wondering what to do When he saw a light blinking Now he knew, what to do He began by ...

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There once was a girl from Timbuckmow All of her blue, except her big toe She woke in the night Shivering with fright To discover that her big toe had ...

Do you trouble writing fantastic stories? Do you ever get dreadful cases of writers block. Four simple steps are needed to write the best short story that you, yourself, can ...

I will awake in the hour, to get up and take a shower. walk to the bus, and read, letting my ears hear nothing but noise, But my brain

I have a locket, with your lips inside... 'nothing has meaning, I've tried and tried to find what is not there." but there are colorbirds in your eyes. and you've ...

I drink your words. Your voice is my scripture to this sick religion. Our world is sicker. We are trapped here. Where God is love, God gives life, life is ...

Sweet sadist, the alarm clock that beats inside my heart Ticks away the minutes until we meet once more No sleeping pill, no shield of eyes would hold my slumber ...

Forever to thine eyes they soul shall plead Until the stars of heaven murder dark And thus 'til death they wounds of labor bleed And thou shalt heal whenst thine ...

You're burning the cigarette down to the butt this week, allowing cinders to fall on our shoes. flicking three weeks of sparks from your therapy session at my shaking silhouette ...

Prologue At the centre of a broad marble altar adorned with gleaming silver vines, hand beaten to perfection, lay the Stone of Ersinhel. The faint light that glazed the room ...