Young Writers Society

Wha...what about a storybook? *drools* I'm too intoxicated but the sexy man... gahh.

I mean, yah, thats very true.. except the fact that I also do not very long profiles because I express all the things that I could write down but dont in my writing. Why write it twice? XD, that and I'm lazy when it comes to profiles.

I'm soooo avid when it comes to storybooks though, and I'm really hoping that the ones I'm in wont die..

Damn. :O
What are you guys doing to me!?
Vincent has two girls who likes him but right now I am ready to make him leapt into StolenHeart's guys arms. xD

I now offically re-name this storybook 'The Storybook of Sexy Men'.
Actually, is there any actual real guy writers in here?

Dreamwalker, are we going to start, and if so, may I do the honours?

~Incognito

Oh goodness you guys are hilarious xD

Yay! we get to start! ;D
Lol let the fight begin over who gets the sexy man! xD

**Heyyy my name is pretty sexy, and I kind of wanted to do the honours, incog. It's my first storybook and i'm really excited about it... .

Just a quick thing before I start. Anyone who has prior claimed a spot will still have a chance to post a profile. That is my words. If you so badly want to join, then you may ask me and I will deem you whether you can or not. My rules are law, no one goes against them . **

Joshua

The throne was empty. That was truly the only words that could really explain the turmoil we all felt inside when our beloved king William left his throne and went to live amoung the humans. He left us no guidance and for good reason but still... I sat on the grassy knolls, notebook resting underneath his arms. It had been filled with a story that had made me cry countless a times, and a novel that I deemed the last memory of our king. It was his final words before he became mortal.

"If I could tell you not to leave... I would have, my liege," I stood up walking back towards town.

It had been a nice summer-like day in Somnium as it always was. Perfect in that sense for no one ever felt the need in changing what was already perfect. The city was bustling with the same random chatter that always filled its streets, dream creators doing their daily shopping and such things. It wasnt exactly necessary for us to shop and do ordinary things but we did anyways out of want or maybe just a need for something normal to make us feel like humans.

Either way, the city was a bustling and the voices were music to my ears. I heard the human girls giggling in the town square which was where most of the human girls went when they found a need to talk to eachother, but I tended to stay away from that area. Humans were not my forte.

At the market, Jared was buying a cinnamin bun, a shy smile spreading across his face as he did so. As usual, I walked up to him, chuckling.

"Nice day, dont yah think?" I asked. Jared looked over and smiled.

"Hi," he cocked his head to the side.

"I do believe there are some fine ladies out this day as well," I joked, watching as a few female dream creators walked by, chattering auspiciously as they eyed Jared. "You always get the stares."

"Oh.." I could tell he was blushing at that statment.

"I think you should go say hi," I nudged him towards the girls who has stopped a few meters off, once and awhile peeking through their hair to take quick glances at Jared. One of them looked at me as well which was somewhat surprising since they usually dont look at me when I'm not to hottie mchottington (quote that, LOLz).

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'I'm not to hottie mchottington' ((OMG LOLZ))

**StolenHearts you can so have my character *winks* hehe and oh my too many sexy blokes**

~Leo~

What to do today

I walked around town, bored out of my mind, waiting for my friend Emily to come out the shoe shop but it seemed she would be hours. I sat on a bench watching the market were they sold cinnamin buns. Two guys stood there, both very attractive.

"Hi there" He heard as someone sat beside him. ((anyone can go there))

~Larinda~

How can everybody be so careless when, really, a tragedy has befallen us. I sighed, breathing in the perfectly clean air. Sitting on a wooden bench, munching on a perfectly delectible cinnomon-sugar pretzel.

I sighed again, just for old times sake. It was one of the easiest ways to express emotions and, since no one seemed to want to listen to my words, it was all I could offer the world.

After finishing my pretzel, I licked the excess sugar off of the tips of my fingers, and stood. This place was starting to bore me; it was nonstop and I felt like stopping at the moment just to take everything in. It was one of my favorite activities, because it was different. People didn't just take everything in anymore; they didn't drink the beauty in just because it was there.

Sighing again, I started walking in a random direction, not paying attention to my surroundings or those surrounding me. I would stop only when something interesting came to my attention-then all my focus would be on it.

Vincent:

He sat there, on that stone throne cracked and crumbling. Symbols and lines were etched into it, the crevices depicting a story of its own. Of love lost, death, horror and misery. All the aspects that Vincent found comfort in. The most alarming part of this masterpiece of the throne was the large feathered wing that was engraved into the stone sprouting from the right. The left wing has been chipped away long ago, forever lost. Candescent light fell from the dirty skylight on the roof, beams of sunlight settling themselves on Vincent, and his pristine white clothes, dark black hair, and pale skin. This here was the domain of the King of Nightmares, the Brat Prince, the Damndest Creature, any which names descibed him perfectly.

He had once been offended by those names, but they had lost their effect, the wounds stopped hurting, but obviously they were still there, cut too deep to heal; cut to deep to be forgotten. He felt his heart lurch in misery over what was lost, and the pathetic existence he had gained. He did not even know who he truly was anymore, but what did that matter.

He snapped his fingers lightly and music started playing softly. The violin playing a gentle pitching melody, background barely by a harp and cello. He felt his heart sing with this music, sing for desires that he himself did not know. Silly little thing a heart was, especially when it indeed did not have to keep beating. That beat of his heart was the only thing keeping him tied to this world.

But he desired another heart, a heart that would beat along with his, to the same sorrowful tune. He desired to be with someone who knew his pain, but the truth was, there seemed to be no one. No one would ever listen to his words with out second guessing them. No one would understand what it was like to be the person that everyone disliked, but was forced to obey. He could order them to be near him, but he could not order their hearts to join his in the sacred melody. No one knew what it was like to be alone.

He felt himself lift himself up from the chair, and stood balefully in the sunlight and felt himself weakly smile. To all those tainted souls, he called, wished for them to come forth from the darkness, to step forward into that little patch of light he had, and understand truly what his emotions were.

"Come." He whispered. "And bring lanterns with you, candles and staffs. We will light this hall until every corner is illuminated, then we shall prepare for the night to come in the mortal world." His voice was calm, emotionless, expressionless.

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If you want to here the song he actually was listening click Here. It will bring you to Youtube. ;D

~Incognito

**Lol thanks for bringing me in! Love the mchottington xD CLARIFICATION: Jared is not gay. Lol just making sure everyone knows**

Jared

I looked at the girl and back at Joshua.

"Eh, nahh...How bout' you?" I said simply. My shy trait was making me scared. I shoved my sweaty palms in my pockets. We had lost a great man today but, at least he found someone he truly loved.

Maybe someday I'll be able to find someone who loves me that much. i thought, looking around. I spotted a very brightly colored girl, She looked as if she didn't know where she was going. Well, at least she's living her life the way she wants to.

I picked out a straw from my pocket and stuck it in my mouth, gnawing on it. Joshua laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked. My mind somewhere else, unaware of my surroundings.

"You chew straws?" He answered my question with another question.

"Hah, yup. Always have." I said squinting up at the sun.

Delilah

I chewed on my lip as i thought of the king. He was gone...really gone. But, all i could think about was how lucky he was to have found someone who truly cared about him. I was looking through babies dream clouds, it was nap-time across the earth.

I painted a brightly colored world for one of them, it was a baby girl. I created a princess fairytale, with a white castle and fresh green grass. The sun was smiling and the clouds were white, it was a glorious world to cheer me up.

The baby woke up with a smile and I moved away toward town square. I needed to stop working, and learn to have some fun every now and then.

I walked slowly, bare feet, on the grass. I plopped onto a hill underneath the shade of a tree, overlooking the town. A smile spread across my face as i watched humans with their children.

Gently, I leaned against the tree letting myself relax.

~Leo~

"Hello there" I said as I saw the pretty girl leaning against the tree.

"Oh! I didn't see you there" She replied.

Delilah

"Name's Delilah!" I said exuberantly, putting out my hand. I kept a smile on my face, looking at him closely. He was a human, I watched him as he played with his hair.

"I'm Leo, you new around here?" He asked casually, trying to strike a conversation. A giggle slipped and I couldn't help but watch him look at me weird. Humans had such strange emotions, making awkward moments, and wasting time being mad. Why didn't they just go with the flow?

"Hah, I so far from being new it's not even funny." I stated as he chuckled.

"If it's not funny why'd you laugh just now?" He asked getting smart. Fire rose to my cheeks as i turned my head.

"What about you, do you like it here?" I asked, looking over the town again. The sun came out over head and i had to squint my eyes.

Unknowingly I began chewing my nails, he squatted down beside me and looked over the town as well.

Rebbecca

I watched, amused, as the girls practically threw themselves at some guy. This was very interesting. Who would win the heart of...Jared I think they called him. I yawned and pushed my long, silvery hair away from my face. It had been a long day and I wanted to watch these girls fight to the death!

I leaned against the wall. Oh look at that, I thought, there's a brave one. She's went and said hello. I smiled to myself. How very amusing this was!

I spotted another guy close to him. He looked like he preferred to hang out in Jared's shadow. He didn't need to. He was obviously just as attractive. I stared at him. He looked my way, perhaps a little surprised.

"Hey," I said, shyly. Well that was definitely odd. I normally wasn't that shy.

"Hi," he responded. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to leave or if he was wondering why I was paying attention to him. I fiddled with the ends of my hair.

"I'm Rebbecca. Well, actually just Becca," I smiled.

"I'm Joshua," he replied. I absolutely loved his hair. It was crimson. A beautiful shade, and if was definitely an odd color. Just like my own silver colored hair was.

"Nice to meet you," Joshua said. Well wasn't this a bit cliche, I thought. I smothered my smile. He would probably think I was crazy. Though, since I really couldn't care about 'King Vincent', most actually think I am crazy. It dosen't matter. I'm entitled to my opinion like everyone else. I hope.

Jared

Joshua had caught a girl's attention, She had long silver hair and beautiful eyes. I took a hint and walked away, chewing my straw of course. I saw the colorful girl walking around aimlessly and with the cliche of it all, She accidentally bumped into me.

"Oh my apologies, are you okay?" She asked pushing her vibrant hair out of her face to unveil her deep purple irises.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. What's your name, if you don't mind my asking?" I said casually, watching her regain herself. I looked at the sky, it was a breath taking sight. Most people didn't pay attention to what was around them or right in front of them, but I did. Though I'd never admit it, I'd always love memories like these, the sky, the grass, the flowers. It's just amazing how people won't notice them.

"My name? Well, it's Larinda." She said getting fidgety, hope i wasn't keeping her from something. I put out my hand and she hesitantly took it, we shook.

"I'm Jared." I said. I'm such an idiot, she probably thinks I'm crazy, but maybe she thinks shaking hands is good. I realized I didn't have a straw, I looked past her, it was on the ground. I dug through my pocket for another one, and started chewing on it.

Now that will make her think I'm crazy. I told myself.

**Well, seeing as there still seems to be a spot left...**

Name: Ray

Age: Appears around about 19.

Gender: Male

Species: Dream Creator

Appearance: This, but smilier (if that can be counted as a word )

Personality: He is very friendly, and the dreams he makes are always pleasant, a mixture of sweet memories and imagined wishes. He tries to make them as realistic as possible, so that people will be happier in the waking world. He finds humans interesting, but bizarre with their short lives and such. He prefers nature to the city, also reflected in his dreams. He often tends towards a very arrogant seeming manner of speech.

Strengths/weaknesses: He is always happy, and it has a way of getting to people. Also, he has a skill for taking apart nightmares, even while they're in progress, and replacing them with dreams. On the other hand, he can easily become distracted by the real world, and become engrossed in the creation of his dreams, especially when things don't seem to be going right for him.

Habits/Vices: He has a short attention span, and often takes to playing with stuff out of his bag if he gets bored, even in conversation.

Other: Up for love.

~Larinda~

He was very good looking, as far as men go, which made me a bit of a nervous wreck. I tucked my hair behind my ear, watching him chew on a straw. My first thought had been in questioning his sanity, but everybody seems to have their quirks and this must be his. It was probably as much a part as him as the skin was on his back.

"Again," I said, breaking an awkward silence, "my sincerest apologies. I should remove my head from the clouds when there are so many people about today." That was one of my quirks, I spoke differently than others. I caused people to question my own sanity.

"I'm fine." he repeated, looking at the sky again, as if he saw something that no one else could see. There was more to him than meets the eye, I decided. I untucked my hair, then retucked it. I followed his gaze and stared at the sky. There really was reason to stare.

"Today is quite heavenly, don't you agree Jared?"

* I feel sooo late!*

Leslie~

It was dark. Well actually it wasn't really dark; it was a bright and sunny day in Somnium Mundus. But it was to me because I was wearing a blindfold. I wasn't playing a game of hide and seek nor was I crazy, I simply did not wish to see anything for a period of time. All I wanted to do was feel the warm grass between my toes and Moses's furry plush body against my cheek.

I needed an escape for awhile. Don't we all? Thus, I pity humans. Escaping is so hard for them. They can't just block out their hearing or their vision with a snap of a finger. Yes, I pity humans a lot. Despite what Vincent, my secret infatuation, says about me. He says I'm just like a what humans call "teenagers". I'm always on an emotional rollercoaster. Mostly on the darker side of things. Pain, Jealousy, Fear. All of them. I guess that's why I'm tainted. However, what makes me so in love with Vincent is our evident differences. I show emotions; he hides them.

I sighed. Love. That's what I'm going to make my next nightmare all about. Or the lack of love. That always makes a good nightmare.

I heard footsteps coming towards me breaking my train of thoughts.