Welcome, my chialdren, to a short story writing weekly! First thing we do is go to this link https://www.bhg.com/gardening/plant-dictionary/ and choose a plant to base a character off.

The first one I got was Ficus: “A versatile and tough group of plants often grown indoors, ficus comes in all sorts of forms, ranging from creeping vine to giant tree. Its glossy leaves grow in a variety of colors and patterns. And even though this cousin of the edible fig is a tropical plant, it survives in a wide variety of conditions.”
- strong
- introvert
- multiple personalities
- risk-taker
- optimist
- survivor
- tropical
- open to new things
- brave
- prefers inside to outside

I think this means my character is strong in the face of adversity, has changing personalities, loves all sorts of colors and patterns, and I have the weird idea that they were forcibly brought from somewhere, but did really well in their new home. Her name shall be Indra. She comes from far away, but was brought here because of her mAGIC POWERS GASP to a secret facility, where she shall meet her new friends. The story will start in the facility.

Next “Dracaena is a large group of popular houseplants that tolerates a wide variety of growing conditions. It is grown primarily for the upright, straplike foliage that is either green or variegated. Occasionally the plants set clusters of small, fragrant, white blossoms (but rarely indoors). The small, bushy form of young plants suits mantels, tabletops, and desks. In the right conditions, the plants eventually reach 5 to 6 feet tall, making it perfect for adding life to a corner of the living room, dining room, or den.”

- So, the person's very popular, heh? maybe not lol
- Tolerant
- specific
- tidy
- it's not clean? someone's dying
- Tall
- Smart (like a genius)
- uPtIgHt
- kinda rude
- lives for work

Meet Nathan. Sort of that one kid who's always in the corner reading a book at school - or he was, anyways, until he had to leave for the facility, but we're ignoring that right now. Everything must be neat and clean or else someone will die. No, I'm sirius, this child has anger management problems He's really tall and really smart, like rEALLY SMORT, and uptight; perfection is key. Also sort of rude… okay let's not sugarcoat this, very rude. Work is life and he often asks for MORE HOMEWORK because the teachers did not give enough.

And finally “Dripping with clusters of purple, white, or pink flowers in spring, Wisteria is a dreamy vine for any gardener willing to invest the effort to meet wisteria’s growing requirements”
AHA

- cheerful
- happy
- calm
- dreamy child
- occasionally forgets what she's saying
- is never even noticed
- vibrant
- colorful
- smol
- cOMPLICATED

I'd like you all to say hello to Maia, my new small, adorable, innocent bean, who tends to constantly daydream and has the best ideas. A lot of people think she's weird and avoid her at all costs, but she's very smart and amazing. She often randomly forgets what she's saying in the middle of a conversation and just WaLkS aWaY. She's very random and nobody can ever completely keep up with her or her ideas, but her best friends begin to understand, because they're just cool like that. This is the ultimate friend group you guys.

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NOW FOR THE FEARRRR https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/550628944/
My fear was Anthropophobia, the fear of people.
https://www.squibler.io/plot-generator PLOTS MY CHIALDREN

“He had enjoyed ten years of being totally irresponsible”
“He was stunned - the stranger in front of him looked exactly like the girl he'd been dreaming about”
“She was beginning to realise how far down in her memory she'd buried her teenage years”
“It was up to her to investigate how the accident had really happened”

Alright my peopleeee, I instantly think imma try to write with older characters this time. I usually stick with teenagers, but I have some ideas.
The three people were brought to the facility to control their powers when they were around ten. It's been ten years since then, and the facility workers basically rule the place; all the people haven't seen their families for years. When the story starts, they're going to be heading to a new home, and none of them know why. When Nathan and Maia get to the new place, they meet Indra, who has been researching everything going on with the suspisious rulers, and discovered that they're planning on destroying all the magical people. They have to initiate a plan to escape.

TIME FOR THE SETTING

Ice Cream: “Nothing makes us happier than this Mocha Cookie Crumble Ice Cream. This is what happens when fair-trade Colombian coffee ice cream and dark chocolate fudge and spiced cookie crumbles get in the hot tub that is your mouth.”
That sounds really good, actually… maybe I should go eat some ice cream… no nO NO I MUST WRITE. Okay, so this place is TOTALLY in Colombia. That can't be resisted. I see ‘coffee’ and ‘dark chocolate’ so I instantly think the setting reminds me of a corporate buisness association in a way. However, the ‘spiced cookie crumbles’ make me think that all the people inside are in no way dull or boring. They're all so incredible that it balances out the atmosphere, creating quite an interesting home based off ice creammmmmmmm! The building is a large grey box-shaped seventeen-story building, in my mind, with VERY UGLY grey carpets, haha. Everyone hates the carpets with their entire souls. The entire place is very dimly-lit, with only a few lights, but all very modern with metal bases because that's just how they do it. The entire place smells oddly like strongly scented coffee, which is to keep the people quiet and subdued.

Alright, now I have everything done, and it's reached 1000 words WITHOUT EVEN WRITING THE ACTUAL STORY ahhhh!
But it's time to begin the story, a book where I'm already in love with the characters, a book where I'm letting it control itself and I can't wait to see where it goes…
A book that I'm calling Stroke Of Escape.

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n a t h a n

“EVERYONE ON THE BUSES!” the driver yelled grumpily as the crowd of scared children, damaged teenagers, and confused adults surge towards the bus station, climbing on board. None of them had any idea why they were leaving the place where some of them had called home for over twenty years; others for only a while, but it was still strange and new. People had never been moved before, but quite a few of them beileved it had something to do with the incident that had happened last week. Ten young children had been found dead, with no trace of any injuries. Nobody knew how it had happened.
A tall boy about nineteen years old with black hair and green eyes ran through the crowd, searching for someone.
“Maia!” Nathan yelled over the noise. “Seriously, where'd you go? MAIA!” “I'm here!” A short girl with strawberry-blond hair and blue eyes ran up, clutching a small potted plant and smiling at her best friend. “I had to go back to get Ice!” “I still don't understand why you name plants.” Nathan grumbled, rolling his eyes at her. “Come on, though, we're going to get left behind.” “Why are we leaving?” Maia asked, confused. “Dunno.” Nathan shrugged, heading towards the nearest bus, and Maia skipped along behind him.
The two friends boarded the bus, and it sped off down the road, followed by fifteen others, each filled with at least thirty people, all from the same place; Riaxia. Riaxia was a large building at least one hundred stories tall, that housed hundreds of people, ranging from young children to adults, all with one thing in common.
They were all magic.
Riaxia was made to keep them safe, to stop them from destroying the world, since most of their talents were extremely dangerous. They would always say there for their entire lives, which they probably should have found suspicious… but they didn't. All of them were completely happy with their lives, especially Nathan and Maia, who, as their bus drove off to unknown futures, thought nothing about if their worlds were weird at all. They had no suspicions, no questions, nothing. This was just what they knew.
Nobody thought what the facility leaders were doing might be wrong.
Nobody but Indra.

i n d r a

Typing frantically on a computer, hiding beneath a stairwell, a young girl with brown hair and green eyes tried her very best to decipher a line of code she had found earlier while hacking into the computer system of the Hirian leaders. Hirian was another facility, much like Riaxia, but further away, in a large city in Columbia. Today, the citizens of Riaxia were coming to stay in Hirian - permanently - due to the incident that had recently taken place.
It was up to her to investigate how the accident had really happened.
The girl was discovered, of course. It wasn't the best hiding place, after all. A stern-looking woman pulled her away, shoving her down the hall while subtly handing the computer over to another worker. “What were you thinking, Indra?” the woman hissed angrily. “Enough of this nonsense.” Indra sighed, staring woefully back at her computer; probably the last time she'd ever see it once it got into the hands of the leaders. “Now come along.” the woman said, a little quieter, like she wanted her to be calm. “The new arrivals are going to be here any moment, and we must present ourselves as a proper organization.”
Indra relutcantly followed her to where the rest of the residents stood at the front of the building, watching as sixteen buses drove up to the front. Hundreds of nervous-looking people came out, and Indra was surprised to see how normal they seemed. She shouldn't have been, of course. Everyone knew how similar Riaxia and Hirian were.
The newcomers settled in nicely, and even made friends. Some became quite popular, even. Indra was heading to the cafeteria for lunch, reading a book and not looking where she was going, when she ran straight into someone else.
“Would you watch where you're going?” the person growled, glaring at her. He had short black hair and bright green eyes, and Indra glared back. “Watch where I'M going? You're the one who ran into me!” “Who reads a book while walking anyways?” he shot back. “Idiot.”
“You're the idiot!”
“No, you are.”
“No, YOU-”
“I think you're both idiots.” a girl in the background said, casually brushing strawberry-blonde hair out of her eyes. “Hi.” She held out her hand to Indra, and with a moment's hesitation, Indra shook it. “I'm Maia,” the girl said, “and this is my friend Nathan!” “I'm Indra.” Indra answered, still suspicous of these people, but they seemed alright. She wasn't planning to be friends with them, of course…

o n e w e e k l a t e r - n a t h a n

Hirian wasn't bad, Nathan thought absentmindedly as he randomly calculated a bunch of math problems in his head. Because he was bored. The building where they were staying was a large grey box-shaped seventeen-story building, with very ugly grey carpets. Everyone hated the carpets; even Nathan, because they looked like old socks chewed up by hungry dogs. The entire place was very dimly-lit, with only a few lights, but all very modern with metal bases. The entire place smelled oddly like strongly scented coffee, and no one knew exactly why. It wasn't a bad place to live.
Maia found it quite stressful, and tended to stay close to Nathan. She wasn't much for large groups of people. However, she thought Indra was amazing.
Nathan thought Indra was annoying. Very annoying. She was always sneaking off places, seemed extremely suspisious all the time, and, to make it ten times worse, thought she was better than him.
That kind of thinking was NOT allowed.
Maia thought he liked her.
He did NOT like her.
Maia was simply… mistaken. Yeah, that made sense. Totally.
As he was lost in these very complicated and annoying thoughts, who would show up but Indra. “Hey!” she waved from across the room, and Nathan halfheartedly waved back. The first time he'd seen her, he had been stunned - the stranger in front of him looked exactly like the girl he'd been dreaming about. Since then, he'd gotten used to it, but it was still weird. For his entire life, Nathan had been having collections of weird and senseless dreams, all including a girl that he'd never seen before. Until, of course, he met her. It was still really weird, but Nathan decided it was simply a coincidence.
If it wasn't… well, that wouldn't make any sense, and everything had to make sense, didn't it?
“The chores here are obnoxious.” Nathan grumbled as him, Indra, and Maia banded together to clean the windows in the lounge room. “We didn't have to do anything back at Riaxia.” In fact, he had enjoyed ten years of being almost totally irresponsible. “We did some,” Maia shrugged, “but this is a lot of work. Do you think we'll be attacked by the Sophorios?” she asked, and Indra blinked.
“Sophorios?”
“Yes.” Maia nodded. “They are creatures that live in soap. They eat your faces.” She said nothing more on the matter, and her friends thought this completely normal. As they always did. Maia required a certain amount of tolerance.
Once the windows were completely clean and the leaders announced that it was ‘acceptable’ enough, Indra dragged her friends off to a secluded corridor, where - to Nathan's surprise - she opened a secret door in the wall and the three of them crawled in. “What is this place?” Maia asked, confused, and Indra grinned diabolically. “It's a secret room.” she answered, gesturing at the amount of random drawings, writings, and calculations piled on a desk, including at least five computers. “It's for finding out what's going on with the leaders of this place.”
“What's going on with them?” Nathan asked her. Indra sighed. “Haven't you noticed…”

i n d r a

“You see how it's suspisous!” Indra finished explaining. She was the only one who'd realized all of it; how the leaders kept the people subdued with weird coffee scents and dark areas, how the incident was inadvertently connected to the facility, how so many things were connected… and her friends seemed to understand, which shocked Indra. She wasn't expecting people to see what she'd seen for her entire life - or was it her entire life? Had it been more recently that she'd figured this out? She was beginning to realise how far down in her memory she'd buried her teenage years.
They had been extremely traumatic, anyways.

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You know what, imma end it here because it's supposed to be a short story, and I'm tired, and the deadline for this is coming up, so yea. We're done.
But I might do more with this story! It seems pretty interesting, and I already like my new characters, so I am going to do more with this.