Young Writers Society

Chapter one What may you ask is this story about, to me its not the end of life but the beginning of a new start. Growing up I had to ...

Once again...if you haven't read the previous chapters and the prologue, do so now! If not, I promise that you'll be thoroughly confused. Thanks! Chapter Three The plane landed four ...

Note: You may recognize that some of the lines from my poetry will be found in this song. Verse One the answer to questions will find itself around so uncup ...

Okay, I'm really (REALLY) bad at poetry, but I just thought of this in my head (changed it a bit) and put it on the computer. It is the way ...

NOTE: I'm not really good at poetry, story-writing is more of my thing...but this was just swimming around in my head the other day...and i know its not good...suggestions are ...

Sorry...taking this off...

Chapter 3 Oh, I can’t stand this any more! Thought Emily desperately, pulling her shawl around her and quickly running up the steep steps to the door. Surprisingly, it was ...

I'm not exactly sure where this should go as it seems it could fit under dramatic poetry also. And it's probably a bad poem to use for my YWS debut ...

Looking back now I can see you and me, How wild and free we were, Just thinking about how we use to runaway, Put’s me back on this high that ...

Chapter Fourteen: I was just about to blow out the candle on my nightstand when there was a knock on the door. Strange, I thought. No one ever comes to ...

(P.S. when i say "gorillas", i mean "guerillas". . . play on words ) On The River Styx It will end the way it started; a noise that no one ...

I wrote this for a writing group I'm a part of, and I like it enough that I think I'm going to keep going with it. If it doesnt fit ...

I finally finished up chapter 1 and yes I know it's short... CHAPTER ONE“Kitten,” A voice whispered in her ear like a soft breeze on a warm summer’s day.The woman ...

This is my weird poem, I posted it because I only just wrote it. I think it's ok My banana My banana is not yellow. It is grey, shrivelled and ...

pendulums of emotion swing above mahogany fireplaces with chimneys to let the steam out and firewood to keep the cauldron boiling; I've pulled out too many petals over you. drowning ...