Young Writers Society

Short Note: I intended to have no date, no place, and no lead characters whatsoever, and is that good? And is THIS good? The Silenced “Until they become conscious they ...

Thunder boomed as lightning raced across the darkness of the midnight sky. Rain poured upon the soot black tiles of the terraced houses in the street and pounded a steady ...

Removed.

Alone, I stand in the shadowy autumn dusk A sweetness tasted in the air, remains; And the evening smells of softest, darkest, musk. To leave this place would break me ...

There was a table; a simple, real object, in a world of weightless nothingness. Around it sat several figures, all of striking appearance. One, a massive bald man, sat with ...

Since first grade, I have bullied about looks. And also, for my passion of books. Reading anything I see, Writing anything that pops into my head. Along with my silliest ...

"Who do you work for?" Demanded a ferocious muscular man with deadly black eyes. Struggling against the ropes that held her painfully against the hard chair, she replied, "I work ...

So, this is a totally freewritten poem that was done blamefully (word?) from boredom and mood. It was done, err, a few months ago I think. I consider it pretty ...

They say that heroes never cry. They couldn't be more wrong. I've seen tears cascade down your pallid face for everyone but you. After the foulest words vanished from the ...

The Pac-Man Machine The arcade was deserted, leaving only the flashng lights and cheery music to keep the old shopkeeper company. The clock on the wall struck 3:00, and, perfecty ...

Prologue Zanderick broke out of the trance his eyes fading from the deep golden colour that had seeped in to them when he fell into the dreamstate. He gasped. The ...

Her name was Ileana, and, for time being, it was enough for her. She was twelve, maybe thirteen years of age, standing amongst a cluster of girls similar to her, ...

[This is just the beginning of a short story I'm working on. I plan to post more of it as I write it.] Muriel sauntered across the ship’s metal-plated flooring ...

A path is laid before my feet. I must journey; trust this dusty queue. Good-bye friends. I will now be nothing but a name. I will squint, be sun-blinded. The ...

How To Write a Novel In a search on Google, it reveals 33,200,000 websites on “How To Write an Novel”. Based on theory, you can write thirty-three million novels based ...