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Young Writers Society


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About Collided System

Hello, there. Welcome to our humble abode. There's ten of us here, but only three are particularly talkative.

What's that? Yes, yes, we are a multiple system.

The three you'd converse with are named Bull, Carly, and Caspar. You can refer to us by Collided or ask who's fronting. (FYI? Bull is the Chatty Cathy of our motley crew.)

As a whole, we have an indoor garden and a "miniature zoo". We have a budgie (see: shell parakeet) named Thomas, a sky blue clearwing. We have a dog, a black silver Aussie/Poodle named Arya. We have two guinea pigs, Rikki (boy or boar) and Usha (girl or sow). They're orange-lilac agouti/white Peruvians. Finally, we have five rabbits. Bonnie, George, and Kit are Netherland Dwarfs. Bonnie and Kit are black otter and does (see: girls). George is opal and a buck (see: boy). Our last two are a retired castor Mini Rex doe and a rescued, black/white Lionhead/Mini Lop spay. We used to have chickens before we moved, and I hope that when we have our own place, we can have all the chickens our heart desires! The Netherland Dwarf rabbits and guinea pigs are show animals btw.

Oh, and most of us seem to like reading and writing, though we all like particular genres, flavors, and styles. ;) We've managed to get published small press five times with our writing. Our short story, "Feral", in the anthology Summer Gothic is my pride and joy haha.

I think that's about it? If you have any questions, send us a message!

-Carly


Interests

Writing and reading, obviously. Also genetics, dancing, music, art, animals, animal rescuing, horseback riding, kayaking, chatting, TV, botany, social justice, and gaming.

Occupation

Student.


"The trouble with Borrowing another mind was, you always felt out of place when you got back to your own body, and Granny was the first person ever to read the mind of a building. Now she was feeling big and gritty and full of passages. 'Are you all right?' Granny nodded, and opened her windows. She extended her east and west wings and tried to concentrate on the tiny cup held in her pillars."
— Terry Pratchett, Discworld: Equal Rites