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Young Writers Society


Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.


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Hi!
I'm Lee (he/him), but you can call me whatever you want. I'm an aspiring novelist, and am currently working on a high fantasy world.
I don't know what else to say. Feel free to PM me or post on my wall anytime you wanna talk!

Also, these are pretty useful, do check them out:

The Big Book of YWS Codes

Crisis and Safety Resource List


Interests

I am on a Writer's Society, you know. I also like K-pop, food, Japanese music, manga and anime, food, wolves, food, and writing poetry. Did I mention food?


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien