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In the beginning there was the Word. And the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
The Word. It's as old as God. And humans have access to it. Words can create. Words can destroy.
And we have chosen our words for God.

Introducing...

Brynbellion

Brynne is a person. She counts time in days instead of years sometimes. She smiles all the time, sings all the time and sometimes contemplates what her friends would say were she to die. She has baby dragon cats about which she is very excited. She is very excited about a lot of things. Like Hamilton, The Lion King, Les Mis, Veggie Tales, basically all musicals and good books. She also likes fingerless gloves and flies. DON'T KILL FLIES. 

Colette

A very confused girl, she has no idea where she actually lives - it seems to change every few years or so. But she knows for sure that she is a Child of God and somewhat of a writer. Or else she would not be part of this blog. She has been writing for as long as she can remember and warns readers that she is terrible at keeping track of everything and anything. Her focus changes continually, but be it art, writing, reading, or research. She will do her best to keep this updated. There are no promises.

Germaine

A follower of Christ and a TCK living in Asia. She's been writing for as long as she can remember. She dreams of being an author and dreams of getting a novel published. You can find her reading, hanging out with the rest of the Writing Mafia, experimenting with puns and other sorts of wordplay, and of course...writing.

Grace

She is now introduced. Now, she will write a paragraph about herself:
    Her. Herself. She. Her. Herself. She.
(For those who are confused, it was ordered for there to be a paragraph written about her. Those rules have now been technically abided by....)

Hannah

Hannah does lots of things. She writes, does art, does sciencey things and so on. And she's "the ultimate fangirl." She has a certificate to prove it.

Hudson

Half Bigfoot, half redneck and all hippie.

The Turtle

WHAT PART OF DON'T USE MY NAME DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND? I WROTE SOMETHING AND IT WAS PRETTY GOOD FOR 11PM. But Molly's post was good go read that.

Jo

A Christian and a lover of written word. The oldest of the Writing Mafia by a good three years, but just as crazy (Megan says crazier) as the rest of them. She lives in Asia as a Missionary Kid (MK) and loves it. She loves people of all kinds, whether or not they happen to be fictional, but is a closet introvert. She is also currently extremely busy and has terrible time management skills, so she may or may not make very regular appearances here. 

Megan

You may call her Meg, Megs, Megzies, Meegan, Megan McMegan, Megan McMeganface, Megnesium, Megasus or Megalamadingdong. She answers to all and is a bit confuzzled. She is known for her facepalms, sings all the time and has broken the WM's record for how many songs she had stuck in her head at once. She is kind and musical and can often be heard quoting Star Wars. She loves God, her family, her friends, and quoting her favorite books/movies/shows (Jo thinks the u in favourite has been wrongly ignored) in that order. 

... and Molly

She's that Grammar Nazi. And the Spelling Nazi. And the Punctuation Nazi. And the, well, you get the picture. She loves God more than anything, though sometimes it's hard. Molly is a fangirl. Don't be weirded out if she freaks out about books. She's not embarrassed to say that she's never had coffee. She is Megan's best friend and actually Megan's the only one in the Writing Mafia she's ever met in person. She believes she's broken Megan's record for most songs stuck in your head at once. She also quotes her favorite books/movies/shows/videos just like Megan. She's a lot like Megan, actually...

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