Young Writers Society

Marc: "How many nicknames have I acquired over the past few pages of dialogue?" *runs to check*

Vanessa: "If we had our way, Doc would be Doctor of the Century."

Jake: "Millenium."

Vanessa: "Right. He's great."

Marc: *pokes head in* "And he makes Vanessa feel like she's not the only geek." *runs back out*

Jake: "She's not. Marc has Spiderman comics stashed under her bed."

"Cool! Which ones? I personally prefer the Green Goblin to Sandman, but then that really depends on which history you read... Like with the Joker." ~Clover

"Comic books." *opens British Medical Journal* ~the Raven

"Wait, how did you get that? That's from - *Kit tries to snatch the Journal. The Raven parries successfully* - the 1800s?"

Vanessa: "An ANTIQUE British Medical Journal? What kind of crazy plot twists exist in your story?"

Marc: "Are you kidding? Raven's so cool, she's a time-travelling half-elf who is also capable of changing into a monkey, a frog, a wolf, and a flea at will."

'Urgh. Fleas. Why would you want to be a flea?'-Blake

'I heard a cool thing on the radio yesterday; did you know you get different types of fleas for different animals? So dog fleas are different from cat fleas...but you don't get human fleas.'-Ethan

'What radio show was this that they talk about fleas?'-Blake

'Don't be stupid. They don't always talk about fleas. It was just yesterday they were talking to a guy who collects them. I'll grant you, it's a random radio show. It was kinda interesting though.'-Ethan

'Kinda lame if you ask me.'-Blake

"Monkey, frog, wolf and flea. Cool. Thunor won't be pleased. No Scarcophili in the list?" ~the Raven

*checks the date on the journal* "Only a few years old, so it is out of date, but that doesn't make it antique. *tuts* Honestly." ~Kit

"She isn't time travelling! The Danann are!" ~Fal.

*laughs* "You're jealous that I'm stealing your credentials?" ~the Raven

"Concerned that Marc is making an honest mistake that could have bad consequences." ~Fal.

"Jeez. Talk about paranoid." ~the Raven

Vanessa: "I don't think we're exactly supposed to understand what's going on."

Marc: "I don't like not understand. Not understanding makes me irate."

Jake: "Irate?"

Marc: "I'm censoring myself for the sake of young ears. Raven's thirteen, remember?"

Vanessa: *dryly* "How very kind of you."

Marc: "I try."

"Yeth'm. I'm ickle. Thenthor for thweet ickle usses." *the Raven puts her thumb in her mouth*

*eye roll* "Kit's about twelve, but you don't need to censor for her. She's used to it." ~Rohsair

"Lawks, thanks." ~Kit

"Well, it's true." ~Rohsair

"Yeah, but... All right, it's true." ~Kit

"To understand it, you have to get the idea that Time's like a wheel. Or what are those things in shops that you put your things that you've brought on? They go around and around and it's the same strip, just over and over again." ~Fal.

"Conveyer belt." ~Clover

"Sa, conveyer belt." ~Fal.

*to Marc* "You got that, it's enough. Otherwise he'll launch into lecture mode." ~the Raven

"People need to know!" ~Fal.

"I don't need to. They don't need to. You know already, so one person knows, so everyone's happy." ~the Raven

Marc: "Conveyor belts and wheels...yeah, makes perfect sense."

Vanessa: "We need to stop being surprised at the fanciful things our authors can come up with."

Marc: "Well, I've developed the opinion that Wooster is crazy. Only a crazy person would let Raven morph into a flea. Think of the damage she would cause."

Vanessa: "Now you're just rambling."

Jake: "Honestly, I think the kid is growing on you."

Marc: "Whatever. They're still crazy."

*impatiently* "She can't morph into a flea." ~Fal.

"Sshh! We don't talk about that!" ~the Raven

"It depends on your definition of crazy. What is craziness but an opinion?" ~Rohsair

"What is air, but a bubble?" ~the Raven

"Um, no. I was talking philosophy..." ~Rohsair

"With an f." ~the Raven

"Good spelling makes the world go round." ~Clover

"Well there's crazy it is, then." ~the Raven

Marc: "In my world she can turn into a flea. Just like in your world time is a conveyor belt."

Jake: "I starting getting confused with the 'irate' comment."

Marc: "'The time has come' the walrus said 'to speak of many things!'"

Vanessa: "What?"

Marc: "Lewis Carroll. I just felt like quoting."

Vanessa: "No more caramel lattes for you."

"Of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, and cabbages and kings! And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings!" ~Clover

"Poetry. Nice." ~Rohsair

*Clover snickers* "Sketch."

Marc: "Sketch?"

Jake: "Doodle."

Marc: "Coloring books!"

Jake: "Scribble."

Vanessa: "The insanity is contagious."

Marc: "So join us. It's relaxing to go mad now and again."

"Cool, word association." ~the Raven

"No, I meant a comedy sketch." ~Clover

"Like the Mr Burmie one?" ~the Raven

"By the same. It's an English teacher talking to one of his pupils about this poem he, the student, wrote. It's rather rude, though..." ~Clover

"Well, don't give us a line by line rehearsal, then." ~the Raven

"I wasn't going to!" ~Clover

Marc: "Ooh, I want to hear the rude poem!"

Vanessa: "I think she means rude like crude, or lewd..."

Marc: "Oh. Cripes, why don't you Brits just say what you mean?"

Jake: "Weird how all the perverted words sound the same...lewd, crude, rude."

Marc: "And who says pupils in this day and age, Clovey-wovey?"

Jake: "You're a jerk."

Marc: "Well, hey, maybe the scavenger IS growing on me."

Vanessa: "Go away, Marc."

Marc: "Why? I'm just - "

Vanessa: "GO AWAY."

Marc: "Fine. I'll bring you back some coffee. You need it to calm your nerves."

"Me. Duh. What else should I say?" ~Clover

"We're kinda handicapped by the fact that Clover's the only one who goes to school, and our writer has, as yet, no idea what school is like. Plus, it opens up the way for stupid jokes about cross-eyed teachers." ~the Raven

"Just for you, Marc. The Poetry Prize sketch. And why do Americans asume that because someone is British, they take a year to say a fortnight's sentence?" ~Clover

"They're going by the Raven." ~Kit

"Speak for yourself, Katherine! I'm Welsh." ~the Raven