Young Writers Society

I finally finished editing. I took a break from it; so it took a little long. So yeah, finally. Please critique and rate.: A thick cloud of ash poured into ...

10th December 1782. A large house in London, England. The second-storey room was consumed with the semi-translucent smoke of cigar fumes and the echoes of merry laughter. Its finest pinewood ...

Association was the high point of a villager’s day. Even older villagers had association at their different points. Village children have normal school until the age of ten. From then ...

A great boom of thunder shook the ground and the door flew open with a slam. The plates hanging inside the tavern shook and a few threatened to fall and ...

Chapter One: “Well, I’ll be darned,” commented a voice from behind me. “If it isn’t Ashlee Amber Hauterive.” Now, I’ll be honest with you. When I hear the voice of ...

3 Present day. Kassa looked up at Vlad as he pulled into a travel inn; it was evening and the sun was beginning to set turning the sky a deep ...

White fog. That is all I'm able to see is white fog. It's like the kind that comes from the bay every morning and fogs up my bedroom window; adding ...

this is the prequel to the unnamed story, some one asked me if i would post it on its own the prequal: I am so tired……..tired of morals, tired of ...

Somewhere in the distance a rooster crowed. The town was about to wake. I limped to the window. As though a giant signal had gone of people appeared simultaneously their ...

Moop. What happened to my other story thread? O.o

All was silent as I stepped into the quaint little house. My feet echoed slightly on the clay floor as I crept towards the wooden stairs. Could it be possible ...

True trickery is false(part one) I am no hero, I am no saint, hell even antagonists would back away in revulsion from the mere mention of my name . I ...

I have no idea how long I had been walking then again I didn’t even know who I was or how I got into this desert, I knew was that ...

I glanced at Bevan, wondering what he was thinking about. I was thinking about the city. As always I wondered what it held that could be so dangerous, so forbidden. ...

This is an ending to a book I wrote. Just a kind of...sample of my writing. Letting you know, the first sentence in the book was "There is a place ...