Young Writers Society

A free online writing community for sharing stories, poetry, and feedback

Post your stories, poems, and chapters. Get thoughtful reviews, join writing clubs, and meet other young writers in a creative, supportive community.

Learn more about YWS

  • 136,377 works shared
  • 671,868 reviews written
  • 1,596,731 forum conversations
A community built by writers, for writers — and always will be.

Top reviewers over the past 7 days

Full leaderboard

  1. 65 reviews

  2. 33 reviews

  3. 16 reviews

  4. 18 reviews

  5. 6 reviews
Daily Anagram Unscramble today’s word

Solved by 16 members

More spotlight Archive
AliceFairfield

cycles

AliceFairfield · Reviews » Poetry » General, General · 25m ago

I can almost feel the painful feelings of the speaker in this poem myself. Comparing one's life to procrastinating projects is a good and understandable way to express frustration. Self-doubt ...

review posted · read work
4revgreen

cycles

4revgreen · Reviews » Poetry » General, General · 25m ago

The repetition of 'i crash' 'i sink' 'i cry' at the beginning of the stanzas really does give the poem a cyclical nature, and I think to lean more into ...

review posted · read work
spottedkit

cycles

spottedkit · Reviews » Poetry » General, General · 45m ago

they laugh i laugh with them their lines are familiar soon it's impossible to tell us apart The way this describes the experience of what it is like, to assimilate ...

review posted · read work
AliceFairfield

The Kudryavka Sequence [Ch. XXII, Nine]

AliceFairfield · Reviews » Novel / Chapter » Science Fiction, Teen Fiction · 2h ago

This chapter is exciting and fast-paced! I felt like I was watching an anime while reading this chapter. I really like how you keep the pace of the story going ...

review posted · read work
Wolfi

is anybody out there

Wolfi · Forums » Welcome Mat · 2h ago

Welcome!! Firewatch is an awesome game :D

open discussion

I cannot separate the aesthetic pleasure of seeing a butterfly and the scientific pleasure of knowing what it is.
— Vladmir Nabokov