The Ninth Draft Society

The Ninth Draft Society

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✨ The Ninth Draft Society 🖋 "We are not the first draft. We are the one that bleeds, breaks, and begins again." Welcome to the Ninth Draft Society - in honor of the Dead Poets Society, the Ninth Draft Society is formed consisting of nine female writers, readers, dreamers, and critics bound by ink, emotion, obsession, and the quiet defiance of the written word. From dystopian novels to film critiques, sad poems to screenplays, from K-dramas to dead poets, from book reviews to fanfics - we navigate a wide variety of genres, we write a plethora of drafts:))) We are: The ones who stay up rewriting a single line. The ones who feel braver under our pen names. The ones who feel every character like a scar. The ones who annotate books, cry over soundtracks, and argue over movie endings. The ones who live in stories - then tell our own. We read. We write. We revise. We feel too much. This is not a fandom page. This is not a writing club. This is a creative resistance. This is our ninth draft - and we're still not done.
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From childhood friends to strangers. From strangers to partners. And from partners to enemies. You could never get a break from any kind of bullshit ever since you met him. - "Ya, Yoon Gwi-nam. You come near them and you're fucking dead, you got it? I don't give a shit about who you are, what you've become, or whatever we had. I don't care how many fucking times I have to stab, punch, kick, or throw you off of this goddamn roof for it to get through your head.... You touch them, and I'll fucking kill you. Understand?" "Fuck you, bitch." Maybe he wasn't the only monster between you two after all. After all, birds of a feather flock together, right? (original story from ao3)

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