Young Writers Society

"Both numnut, if we hate somebody good, but if we love somebody we put our hearts at risk of being ripped into itty bitty pieces." ~~Adanya



When do you have enough books?

I'm not really into books that much these days. It's not that I don't like them, it's just I haven't got the time. And I'm more of a tactile learner anyways. I'd rather walk through walls then read a 'how to' book any day, but that's just me. Marcus Finch


What comes to mind when I say the word hero?

"Ouch. I'm rather tired of being a hero." ~Strick

"A dashing knight with a sparkling sword, willing to do anything to protect and comfort me. A compassionate person, in essence." ~Creiha

"Someone who is not bad! A hero is good and happy." ~Coglia

In your opinion, what is an enemy?

Whoever stands in my way. Marcus Finch

Those who wish to supress and control the common man. Adam Beckett

If you could have one wish come true what would that wish be?

To send those "lobsters" back overseas to that unforgiving, unholy; I hate them! Damn them! Damn the British Regulars! - Samuel Garrison

Whit is wrong with ye? Stop wi' the nonsense. King is KING. Show ye mean it. - Duff

I wish it was over. - Martha Garrison

And that our son will display bloody intelligance! I know it is within him. If only it could be released in a positive manner. Some day... What say you cease on bothering an old man? - Welcome Garrison

If you lost your eyesight, then what?

I don't...I don't really know how I'd feel. I wouldn't be able to see the Beasts, or the Muck, but I wouldn't be able to clean myself properly, either. It's an odd thing to explain, but I don't think I would last long. - Upton

Eh, Mr. Smart'd like it. He's keen to the whole, "I'm helpless and pitiful" thing. Most times, I don't understand him...I suppose it's better not to ask. - Adelais

I die. I cannot read; I die- it's that simple. - Master Blackwell

I tried being blind, once- I tied a cloth over my eyes and walked about the house, feeling the walls with my hands. I fell and scraped my arm on a table edge, though, and it made Sonya sad. - David

What's the farthest away from home that you've ever been?

I could say I don't know. Honest. Hey - can't be far away from what doesn't exist, right? -Tov


The other side of the city, I suppose...ten miles. That's if you can bloody well count the stripped flat on Vanka. Home because it's damn well soaked in vodka and, hell - you might as well be on Nurya or East and it would be the same. ...same in the whole damn city... -Piers



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What's the most pleasant you've ever had to be?

Had to give Damon respect he hadn't yet earned from me. He soon did, but it crossed my mind to give him the finger.

--Hunter

How long till your birthday? How old will you be?

If I knew, I'd tell you. ...Probably.

Er, hell - I can say it with a straight face, right? -Tov


I don't remember - in the Autumn, I think. As if it's really a day to point out, bloody hell, I'll be twenty-something, twenty-four. Why do you ask stupid questions? Ask Teller! Damn him, he keeps track of every step and all the dates and says it matters... God, it matters. -- --Piers


It's in August, in Vosyem, here. I'll be twenty-one, and it almost seems old. -Aleda


Do you generally ask irrelevant questions? It is, I presume, a much better habit than some. My birthday was in December - I'll be...I don't usually forget things. ...I'll be thirty-nine. -Teller


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How old is old?

A month, I think- January 13th? I'll be fifteen, nineteen for Mr. Smart's benefit. He knows I'm lying, but I like being regarded as older...it suits me better. - Adelais

I'll be fifteen, too- but not for a long time. Eleven months, November. *sigh* - Upton

Tomorrow! Ha, I'll be twenty-six. I think. It doesn't much matter to me; cake and champagne've always suited me, no matter the occaision.- Master Blackwell

When opening gifts, do you carefully take apart the paper, or tear indiscriminately?

I don't remember receiving gifts. None that were wrapped, anyway. - Rosen

...In-di-scri-mi-net-ly? That is a really big word. I really... I'm sorry... I have no idea what you are asking. - Vadoma

You have to be careful when opening a gift, you know? It's only polite, they spent all their time putting it together so nicely, why ripe at it like it is trash? Never, you must be delicate with it - Clive.

A little bit of both, honestly it depends who I received it from. But I love getting things, you know? I get over excited thinking about what kind of jewelry or hair piece they bought me... - Audrey

Are you Afraid of the dark?

Sure. Afraid of the nightmares under my bed, too, right?

Er - serious? Ha. -Tov


No. -Piers


...some dark. There's dark alleys, and, gavno - what're you s'posed to do? Dead ends and they go until you think it's going somewhere and then-- -Fedya



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Where are you going?

Anywhere but backwards. - Rosen

...Going? I'm not going anywhere, I'm just sitting. Should I be going somewhere. Are you telling me I should leave? - Vadoma

This is deeper than the general act of going somewhere, a physical location, isn't it? I'm going to rescue the theater from poverty. - Clive

I'm going to go have a drink and lie down. - Audrey

Word Association: felt

In all honesty...? A sense of panic, scratching, wood against my cheek and Muck upon my body. *blush* - Upton

Standing at the crest of a mountain, looking down at that Godforsaken Viriginia place and thinking that it isn't so bad after all. There's all there really is to feel, up there.- Lieutenant

*introspective look* When she put her arm around my belly, what do you think she meant by it? Bloody confusing- I felt it, certainly. - Luke

Dark, and sudden cold against my chest. "You're naught but a pretty little doll, for all your talk." I...erm, yeah. *silent* - Adelais

Do you like to watch fighting? Why or why not?

Watch it? I have been in several - verbally of course. But by the very core of physical violence, yes I am afraid so. Once, at the age of nineteen, I stabbed a redcoat in the shoulder. He slumped down on his knees, and dropped the pistol, looking around the men - Whigs - and other Bostonians that joined in with Paul and I. - Samuel Garrison

*grumbles angerly* - Welcome Garrison

I assume my Father is not too pleased by the question. I will let you on, if you promise to keep it to yourself. *in a hushed whisper...* My Father is a born fighter. Ever see a melocholy man nearly every waking day? No, I suppose not, since you are not with me now. Witnessing and being the constant victim of fighting are two entirely different measures. *looks at his father nervously* I must go. - Samuel Garrison


If you were missing your nose and ears, could you function in society?