Young Writers Society

Chapter 1: I am running, running for my life across the African plain, trying desperately to lose them. The trees, bushes and long grass are inviting, but then again, anything ...

Prologue: ( the last letter) (working title) i awoke with a start, i had just dreamed that i was falling again, but this dream was different from all the others ...

Prologue: The closed window (working title) (updated a little) Dan stood in the open, window his heart racing, wondering if he would survive the night. Many dreadful, things were pounding ...

You spent hours making sure you hair was just so and now - this is it! First Disco! your dad drops you around the corner, you wait 'til he leaves, ...

It was dark and stormy night and on the good ship Alexandria the crew said to the captain "Captain! tell us a story!" so the captain said "Agrrhhh twas a ...

Ok Ive ripped a character from another oldie worldie fantasy and placed him in a modern day world. Ive gone for something I don't usually do: simple! ITs a simple ...

Every time i see you I can't help but to stare The whole room lights up And my heart starts to repair But every time I see you I can't ...

Black roses ___________ It's true You reap what you sew And all I have to show Is a black rose garden Everyone Morns the black roses Beautyfuly dangerus looking But ...

That spotlight turns my way It's just another day I wear the painted makeup Of a world that sold me out I turn around Begin my dance I just want ...

Nameless whisper _______________ Am I just nothing? A shadow A flicker of light Shining Bright Then being put out These days it feels as though I'm just a nameless whisper ...

Hiltings and the Cyclops. Hiltings was a brave and strong 18-year-old boy. He lived with his mother, Ellen, in the town of Creelwood. Ellen was one of the many women ...

Robin The quiet countryside of Mersham Where I watched the birds sing sweetly And the magpies sleep soundly. I hop from left to right searching for my friends, But I ...

"Your grandmother made that quilt for you," said my mother. Ever since my grandmother passed away, I had collected all of my memories of her. I remembered all the days ...

The Voice What is the voice in your head? Is it your conscience? Is it you? Is it God? Can you trust your senses? Can you trust your heart when ...

We struggle through the dirt with exhaustion. All coughing with pain as we move along. Pushing and shoving away from the battle, Avoiding flames and shells, to get back to ...