Young Writers Society

Julia~

"Hello," I said. This seemed like a normal occurrence at this house so far.

"Hi." The woman replied. She looked a bit disappointed. I wonder why.

"She knows something. Wheedle it out of her." There was the Bloody Mary I knew.

"So, what brings you here?" Myra asked, already looking over their shoulder to see if any other people were going to come.

"We heard there was a meeting here..." She replied. "I'm Cathy." She held out her hand.

"Meeting?" Mary said in my head with a guilty kind of innocence.

"Yes... well?" She asked.

Cathy -

"Actually, I didn't know there was a meeting. I just found that there was a person who had a Voice here," Julia said. My frown deepened. If nobody was coordinated, then there was a very good chance that all of the souls would perish and the Shade King would rise. That was bad.

Surprisingly, Nick was silent. What was he doing?

"Ah," I said. "Well then, may I ask what you two were doing?"

"We were just talking," Myra answered. "Our Voices think that something is wrong in the afterlife, but we don't know what." At this, I resisted the urge to squirm uncomfortably. "Is something wrong?"

I sighed. "I-"

"Don't say a word!"

"Nick! What?"

"Don't tell them anything," he ordered.

"What? Why?"

Ringo Tori

Ringo punched the wall, "Crappy house."

He slammed the door shut on the way out of his room and stalked through his home. He hated it there, he always had hated, and he knew he always would

Time seemed to slow as he watched his mother lead a man by the hand down the hallway and into her room. The man gave Ringo a satisfied/cocky look before following her in.

Ringo growled and stormed out, kicking the floor and stomping down hard on his feet as he left. That man had been a stranger. One of the many strangers who frequented his supposed home nowadays. Wasn't home meant to be a place of safety and familiarity?

Ringo gritted his teeth and he ripped the key form his pocket and jammed it into the keyhole of his motorbike. He wanted to get away, get anywhere away from his home.

The motor roared into life and Ringo lifted his foot up and sped forward. It was now the voice inside his head began to speak.

You shouldn't be angry.

"Yeah, what should I be then?" Ringo asked breathlessly. He was so consumed by anger than as he spoke he bit his own tongue. This only frustrated him further.

If she's happy, shouldn't you bee happy for her too?

"Happy!?! She's high every night. Hell, she's high every second I see her. It makes me sick!"

Respect your elders, boy.

"Oh, shut up. You have no right to tell me what to do!"

I'm Alexander the Great! I have all the right in the world to-

"-I still don't believe you. If anything, you're a figment of my own imagination created to help me cope with my problems."

You believe that counsellor you saw, over my word? Me? Alexander the Great?

"Yeah, well at least I can see her and she doesn't want me to risk my life, doing what? "Fighting the Darkness" or some crap like that!" Ringo was all but yelling.

His was speeding on the highway now. Speed limit= 100, Ringo's speed= 175. Ringo was looking for death, he wanted to escape. Except he knew that he had the luck of all the devils in hell and all the angels in heaven.

Alex was silent for a second, before he replied, There's always a choice. I want you to do this. You don't have too.

It was obvious that Alex had no idea how to cope with someone who didn't listen to him. Alexander the Great was a very cocky arrogant person, Ringo had at least learnt this. Ringo slowed down and contemplated the answer Alex had given him.

"Alex, so where did you want me to go?"

Ringo could feel the smile in Alex's reply, Well, there's this house, some people are gathered there already.

Ringo let out a sigh and roared off, listening to directions and making people drive off the road caused by his hazardous driving.

Cathy -

"Somebody's coming."

"You still haven't answered my question," I muttered. Shrugging, I glanced to Julia and Myra. They appeared to be talking to their voices too. After a second of deliberating, Myra stood up and went to the door. She opened it just as a young man came through. I could catch a glimpse of a motorcycle outside the door. Myra frowned but didn't say anything about it.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Ringo Tori. And before you ask, my voice is Alexander the Great." Surprisingly, Nick didn't comment.

"So, you're here too?" Julia asked. He nodded.

"What are we going to do?" he asked us. I bit my lip. Nick still wasn't here yet, so I could have a chance to tell them... but if he was here, he probably wouldn't let me access the power for a few days. I sighed, hopefully inaudibly, and tried to stay out of things.

Ringo Tori

Ringo frowned, he wasn't usually so forthcoming with his words. Something wasn't right about these people. He let out a sigh, "So, what're your voices telling you to do?"

That was an unpleasantly snide remark.

Ringo sneered as he turned his attention to the door. He swapped it for a smile, splashing on layers of charm. The air around him appeared to sparkle as his blue eyes shone and his hair fluttered, even though there was no breeze.

He grinned, "So, what are all our names?"

One of them pointed out, "Julia and Myra. And I'm Cathy."

It was the one who had opened the door. You're playing around too much.

His voice was but a whisper, "And so what if I am?"

What I gave you was meant to be used for the greater good.

"Like killing millions of people just to say you ruled the land?" Ringo snickered.

I AM Alexander the Great, how dare you tell me I killed millions! I've only killed 9183 people. Not including actual soldiers.

Ringo felt bile rise up in his throat, "You killed that many innocents?"

Yes and no. I really don't feel like talking to some who thinks they can count up to a million even though they can't.

Ringo bit his tongue to contain his anger and glared at the others. One of them began to sway, Ringo's charm was beginning to be a bit much. The more he was agitated or the more emotion he felt the stronger the charm grew.

He took a few deep, long breaths and closed his eyes. Then he began to count to 10 and opened them again. Ringo ran his ringers through his short hair and let out a sigh, "You guys all have voices whispering inside your heads, don't you?"

They nodded. Of course, you incompetent fool. Why else would they be here?

"Maybe they were having an orgy. I don't know you arrogrant flop." Ringo growled back.

Flop? Flop?! FLOP?!? I am SO not talking to you anymore. the voice was shrill inside his head.

Ringo let out a groan, "Finally!"

Asshole

"For god's sake I thought you weren't talking to me." Ringo began to pull at his hair.

That's a strong breeze I hear. Almost as if it were saying something to me. It's annoying though. Like a mosquito.

Ringo hit himself on the forehead, "So, hello? Your voices names?"

Why would they tell an asshole their voices names? Alex asked no one.

"I don't know! Shut up!" Ringo was now on the verge of slamming a clenched fist into the wall. His charm was over-reacting again.

That wind IS irritating.

Ringo gave up and in frustration he punched straight through the plaster board and hit the wooden structure.

His anger depleted with his shock, "Whoops."

Idiot.

Name: Grace Hardwicke
Age: 17
Appearance: Grace She's definitely got a vintage feel about her presence. She's got a skinny build and isn't very strong.

Personality: Grace keeps to herself, She adores writing and reading. Her voice is Jane Austen, so she has a broad and sensual glow about her. Grace likes to go on walks and normally argues with herself just as much as with Jane. Grace is very quiet and shy, she can be smart when people insult her. But usually she ignores rude people.

Voice: Jane Austen
Power: She can tangle people's thoughts, make them confused and, or lost. She can pull people's thoughts from their very mind.

Other: she helps with movie productions, and is definitely up for love.


**Hope it's okay for me to join, I'll just pop my character in somewhere.**

*Nah, you can join any time you like.*

I attempted in fixing my hair, putting on a smile to match. I straightened out my outfit which included a black vest covering a laced shirt tied with ribbon in the back, a buttoned down skirt frilled at the end. Matched along with some white laced leggings and black stilettos, I always had a thing for black and white coordination.

Grace, your bloody hair is already a mess. Why do you even bother? Jane barked, acting as if she was preoccupied with something else. Which I'm sure she was seeing as how she was always thinking of new ideas for her novels.

"You should understand that THIS is what happens when you are centuries old! This is in style now Jane, good grief you should be used to it by now?" I scoffed, examining a rose bush.


Well hell this generation is absurd! Men have no decency these days and women let themselves be deprived of their values. Humanity is going back to the apes I tell you. She said, embarking on how it used to be.

"Your telling me?" I said with a chuckle. I plucked a red rose and looked at it closely.

That's beautiful. I haven't seen one of those in a while. She sounded awestruck. I moved the fingers around the thorns carefully, also admiring its beauty.

"Funny how much you can miss when your living life, eh Jane?" I said getting up to continue walking towards the house.

Yes, yes...Well here's the house. The people in there will be able to help us. She said happily. I gazed up at the huge house and approached it in awe. Gently, I used the knocker and awaited for someone to answer the door. Their garden was very antique, the plants looked alive yet their color was a bit off.

The door opened and I looked up, these people must have the same ability as me.

"Why hello there, My name is Grace, Grace Hardwicke." I introduced myself, examining the people in the room.

Hmm you finally figured it out, I thought you'd still be clueless. She yawned.

"Ugh, you know I'm smarter than that." I retorted, looking down at my shoes.

I do wonder sometimes, if you'd manage without me. Jane chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and looked around at all the other people.

**why isn't anybody posting anymore o.O**

*Hey, I posted last in this, well the last one in the actual group. The others have completely and utterly disappeared.*

**D: Dude we got ditched! I actually liked the sound of this storybook ; ~;**

*I know, sucks huh? . . . Hey wait a second. I'll pull you in, hehehe!*

Ringo

Ringo took one look at the new girl and yanked her towards him, placing her right next to him, she looked sort o shocked for a second her frail body look as though it might snap in two.

Then Ringo smiled at her and all qualms were forgotten, he stood beside her whispering into her ear, "What's your voices name?"

She replied, not hesitation whatsoever, his charm had a immediate effect on her, "Jane Austen."

What a voice! sarcasm dripped off Alex's voice like honey.

"You don't even know who she is!" Ringo snapped to the voice in his head.

Which is exactly why I don't care about her.

"Wonderful, my power is totally contradictory to your nature isn't it?" he muttered. It took a while for Alex to understand.

You are an ass aren't you? Alex replied.

Ringo smiled, "So, what are we all here for exactly?"

Grace

The man who had so eagerly whisked me next to him was utterly charming beyond compare. He literally sparkled with confidence and hotheadedness, or maybe that was just caused by the voice he had.

Well, doesn't he look handsome Grace. Maybe instead of the rude men you normally date you could take this one? Ask him who his voice is! Jane ordered.

"So what is your voice?" I whispered. He gleamed back but, looked as if he was arguing with his voice.

"Alexander the great." He said, and added to everyone else, "So, what are we all here for exactly?"

"Well I think it's because our voices are in danger of becoming non-existent but Jane won't let me in on anything..." I said keeping my head down.

You need to have more confidence! Hm, Alexander the great sounds like a boasting fool. I suspect he is with how much that boy changes moods. Jane mumbled.

"Jane, be courteous." I said, trying to boost up my confidence. But, it was hard to be standing next to the most confident person in the room. I felt very small compared to him, he practically glowed with conceitedness.

I wondered what we were supposed to do now that we were all here together.