Young Writers Society

Hello, my name is Ezzie, and I'm looking for something, er someone.

Greetings. You may call me Destane.

To steal the words of one of your delightfully insane, modern poets...

I am the one when you call 'Who's there?'
I am the wind blowing through your hair
I am the shadow on the moon at night,
Filling your dreams to the brim with fright!

Dammit, I wish those had been my words. Not that I need words to impress you.

I live in the shadowy, sweaty backstreets of Agrabah, a legendary city in the Seven Deserts, practicing alchemy and dark magic behind drawn shades.

A (surprisingly) loyal dog stands by my side, though I don't truly deserve his respect. I sometimes visit a young woman; she gifted me the dog about a year ago. She's quite fond of me, you know.

I study quietly in the shadows cast by the sun, but one day soon, I'll be taking action in the light of day. They will all see me, then.

Hi there! I am Joseph Portland, and I just lost my wife.

Greetings. Let me introduce myself. I am Dr William Henry Greggory Lincoln, and I am the one who treated Mary Portland before she died.

You killed my wife!

Mister Portland. I am misses Baker, and I can assure you that Dr Lincoln did no such thing

I am Hakim Ibn-Al Mualim, and I think I shall join that man and his dog in the shade where he's studying... After that I'll help Ezzie find someone

I am Gabriel Dawson, and I have no idea why I am introducing myself in bold...