Young Writers Society

Deleted due to my horrid translation from Polish to English.

No, I don't know what happens exactly if I mix this and this together, But I know no one's tried it, and no ones found a cure for cancer. This ...

"If you want to be a great journalist, you'll go." Jenna's fingers froze as she press every key on her keyboard at once. She wasn't a great journalist already? She ...

Prologue: Weary...yes Watching all the little lambs from below, he wondered, how tough of a life they must be going through. He pondered for a moment, then studied the environment. ...

This poem is actually a part of my story about a Roman Catholic/Protestant couple during the Troubles in Northern Ireland (1969-1998). The Troubles were times of turmoil mainly between Roman ...

My dad had a maniacal look in his eye as we weaved through traffic. I could only guess at what was running through his mind. Grandpa Erv had been diagnosed ...

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I know of Cantos, but is there any word for smaller devisions like these? I figured the second was too unlike the first for them to be the same thing. ...

They don't go together, generally... They're all depressing and morbid though. So read... or die. ... I can't stay away from writing forever... EDIT: Why isn't the underline working?!?! EDIT ...

My cousin and I roamed the boardwalk. Tourists. Not many would have guessed that we're related: She, round edges and yellow curls, blue eyes laughing at the way her hips ...

Sleeping Fairgrounds Carousels dream about Old rocking horses, Faded wallpaper peels, And little dolls lying Forgotten on beds. Fun mirrors make you Dance and hop slowly, Unsure of how to ...

The Waves, The Waves, The Wonderful, Glorious Waves! How They Move. In And Out, Up And Down. Water Flowing All Around. Truly Music To My Eyes And Ears. How Unpredictable ...

In this book the main character the main character is a young boy called Michael Nelson. His nickname is Moo due to his obesity. I think that this is linked ...

Perfect. Everything has to be perfect. No mess, nothing out of place. Dinner’s ready. She waits, the silence consuming her. Her eyes dart around, checking and double checking, until he ...

A pretty young woman smiles at me from the glossy paper. She is carefree with no maternal strings restraining her. Her pose is relaxed, the arm of the future father ...