Young Writers Society

Everyone dreams.

Some remember their dreams more than others - they can recount the basics of the stories told over the course of a night's rest, or sometimes even give vivid details. Others remember only feelings. They wake with an unshakable fear, or a content, happy feeling that gives them a gentle start to a new day.

But this dream is different.

For one thing, you are not alone in this dream. There are others here. You may think that they are just figments of your imagination at first, but they feel different. They feel real.

Secondly (though you have yet to learn this) this dream is not the only one you will be experiencing tonight - assuming you survive, of course. There is a nightmare for everyone in this dreamscape, and ending one only leads to the beginning of another.

Can you face your fears?

And can you face the monsters lurking in the shadows?


1. Though you're allowed to have multiple characters, there can only be five participants (counting me) in this roleplay. I might allow more if it turns out we don't have much activity, but I don't want to overwhelm all of us.

2. As mentioned before, each nightmare is catered towards a specific character. As of right now, each character gets one nightmare. You're allowed to describe what the nightmare is, and if the other characters can participate with the main character, or become the nightmare.

(For example, if a character has a nightmare with a lot of ghosts, you can say that the characters become the ghosts, or that they have to fight the ghosts alongside the main character of the dream.)

3. The order of nightmares is currently determined by the order people sign up for this roleplay - starting with whoever joins after this roleplay is posted. It can be switched around later on, but that's the default.

4. You can have your character face multiple fears over the course of the nightmare.

5. There will be monsters. I'll handle writing those for now.

6. The only restrictions of characters allowed in the nightmare is that they can't have any dream traveling abilities, or be able to manipulate dreams other than interacting with the environment like they're alike.

(Basically, if they have the ability to change the dreams of other characters, they're not allowed in this roleplay.)

7. The nightmare will "end" when the fear is overcome, whether it's by the main character of the dream no longer fearing the subject of the nightmare, or physically defeating it. This ultimately depends on what the fear is, and only the creator of the character can determine how the fear is defeated.

8. As with any other roleplay, please respect the creator of the current story we're enacting! You're obviously allowed to make your own choices, but don't do anything that would majorly alter the plot without talking to the character's creator first.

9. I'm sure most people will already do this, but please give a description of your character(s) in a spoiler at the beginning of your first post. Because this roleplay is dependent on the characters involved, the first poster (who won't be me) is responsible for setting the scene. All of the characters introduced after that point have to end up in that nightmare's setting.

10. Last, but certainly not least, have fun!



1. Magestorrow
2. FireSpyGirl
3. TheMulticoloredCyr
4. LordWolf
5. TheSilverFox

Cleona stood up, staring down the gray street. The wind whistled through the twisted trees, the cobblestones were gray, as well as all the Victorian houses that lined the street. Lampposts were all cold and unlit. The fog hung silently and heavily. The ships at the dock loomed big and huge. Behind her, making it's presence known, was the meeting house, doors open wide, like a gaping mouth, waiting for food. Cleona shivered. Her worst nightmare, being bound on a whaling ship in Victorian London. Not just any whaling ship, but being bound on the Essex. She looked up and down the street, waiting, hoping for someone else to come along.

Queenie was very, very, accustomed to nightmares, but this one was different. For one, it didn't feel like her nightmare. There weren't enough judgy dead bodies for that. No, this one wasn't hers, but it was a nightmare.

Cobblestones beneath her feet -which were notably clad in her custom combat boots, the red ones with the hidden knives, just, everywhere- she made her way through the fog to the figure that most stood out to her. The person in question was a fairly pretty girl, about Queenie's age, with dark hair to rival Briar's and one of those leather jackets that made fighting bloody impossible.

Queenie took the last few moments before she was noticed to evaluate her entire outfit, and exactly which of her weapons had translated into this might-not-be-a-dream.

To her relief, her gun was tucked into the back strap of her jeans, covered by knee-length emerald coat she'd bought for her most recent job. That coat had to be the most compelling evidence toward this being a dream. If she had been transported to another world again, she would be dressed in what she fell asleep in, and this coat was not that, mostly because it was in the process of being incinerated. There was the second piece of evidence, the coat she was currently wearing was entirely devoid of bloodstains, and also not a pile of ashes.

Under the coat was a simple red tank top, and her ruby-encrusted gold choker, which felt like a rather cruel trick for her subconscious to play, but she didn't feel like removing it right this second. Dream or not, throwing valuables around like that was a bad idea.

Content with her getup, or at least having accepted that it wasn't going to change anytime soon, Queenie approached the girl.

"Hello," she greeted with a friendly smile, "Do you mind telling me where I am?"

That was weird. As Taber pulled himself up from the cold, rough ground he'd been lying on, he felt like he was in the wrong dream. The wind was a little too weak, barely ruffling his fur; he hadn't seen any houses that looked anything like these ones; and those posts looked a little strange, like they weren't holding any torches.

He got the sense that it was a dream - he was pretty sure he'd just gone to sleep, and this looked just like one of those weird situations he kept getting into. But, if the feeling that tugged at the back of his mind was anything to go by, it wasn't his dream. Which didn't make that much sense. At least it wasn't one of those "other worlds" things people liked to talk about.

The wolf felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning back, he saw himself staring at a very familiar lion. "Thytes!" Taber said, immediately wrapping the lion in a hug.

"Taber! How wonderful to see you again!" Thytes said, returning the hug. He pulled back, getting a good look at Taber. "So, what have you been doing lately?"

"Lots of things!" said Taber. "My girlfriend's been going around giving speeches, helping rebuild things, stuff like that. She was talking to Seres earlier, and they think they can get the capital back to normal in a couple years?"

The lion nodded. "Considering what happened to the palace, let alone the city, that would be nothing short of miraculous," he said. He looked over Taber's shoulder, then frowned. "In the meantime, though, we may have some company."

Letting go of Thytes, Taber followed the lion's gaze to the two people standing by one of the larger buildings. One of whom looked remarkably familiar (if in a way that made a small chill run down Taber's back, but he chose not to think about it).

"Well, let's go say hello!" Taber said, walking over. Thytes quickly followed, catching up to the wolf as they approached the others.