Daily for 21/ 07/2021
It was heavily snowing outside but inside the little log cabin, it was anything but cold. The little log. fire burned cheerily in the fireplace while Gemma and Grace, my little sisters played some sort of game with sticks and a ball. Not wanting to be left out, I slid off the couch to join them.

“Can I play?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Gemma said and her twin sister Grace nodded.

“Of course, you can, Georgia.”

“Thanks.” I smiled warmly at my sisters. They grinned happily back, their innocent constant happiness contrasted bitterly with my 11-year-old sensibleness and solemness

They quickly set up the game to include me, as a third player. I got given a long stick.

“Georgia, you can go first.” Gemma said with her seven-year-old kindness.

“Really?” Grace asked.

“No, it's ok Gemma can go first then you Grace then me.” I swiftly sorted out.

“Ok. Me against Grace and then you play the loser, and the winner plays the winner from the first match.” Gemma said.

“What?” I was confused. “Oh, you mean that the winner plays the winner from the second game.”

“Yeah”

“Ok, got it.” Having finally gotten my head around the game, I settled down on the couch to watch.

In the end, I got distracted by Mum baking cookies in the next room, so I did not know who won until Gemma squealed “Yes, that’s 3 points so I win” and then she did a little victory dance around the room.

Grace took her loss fairly, “so I play you now, Georgia.”

“Umm this might be a bad time to ask but how do you play?” I asked nervously.

“You don’t know?” Gemma asked, breathlessly, pausing her victory dance to gape at me.

“Not a clue.” I gave a guilty grin.

My sisters suddenly started laughing. They laughed and laughed and eventually I joined in for the sake of laughing. We, or should I say Gemma and Grace rolled around, dying of laughter while I just collapsed of laughter on the spot. The warmth and happiness of the small cabin were directly opposite to the bitter, freezing cold outside.
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For reference, I was imagining Hunter, Shadow and a boy called Bandit (nothing to do with TBB) into the Dystopian cabin world. This is an extract from a scene I was imagining. The POV is from a random person and it is Describing the three of them.

Hunter stepped from the 19th cabin, followed by Shadow and Bandit. You won’t know who they are so I will tell you. Hunter is a girl, she is 12 years old and her number is C771. She always wears a sandy coloured t-shirt and shorts, no matter the weather. She wears a dark earth-coloured cloak in the winter. Her shoes or rather boots are sandy-brown and dusty. She has light brown hair and eyes. Her hair is always in twin plaits, no matter what happens. She is very like a boy. Her parents died and now she stays with Shadow’s family

Her friend Shadow also wears a t-shirt and shorts all year around but his are all grey colours. He is 13 years old and his number is C 519. Like Hunter he also wears a cloak when it is cold. His boots are old and well-used. He had straw coloured hair and pale blue eyes. He can disappear into the shadow in the blink of an eye.

Their other friend, Bandit wore, like his friends, a t-shirt and shorts all year around. His were all black, or as close as they got. He actually wore a cloak all year around. His number is C 911 (not funny). His hair is black, and his eyes are the darkest shade of brown you have ever seen. He also stays with Shadow’s family .

In the bed-raggled dystopian culture, they blended in perfectly (in both meanings) to the others. But something was different about those three, that was for sure.

You see, they were rebels.

I had to end it on a cliff hanger. 253 words

My second Writing Comp Story - Fan Fiction
This is about Grace, who starts a new boarding school without any form of education beforehand. She barely knew the English language.



I sat at my desk and stared intently at my work, the confusing English words jumbling before my eyes as I sullenly tried to concentrate on my worksheets. I clenched my fists, hoping something more useful than a pencil was within my grasp. I was daydreaming of the days I used to call boring, of hours spent hunting in silence with only my thoughts for company. The days I missed the most, were the ones I used to hate. Then a sound shattered my dreaming. I heard footsteps outside the closed door, and I forced my eyes to concentrate on my boring punctuation exercises. The door quietly opened, and I glanced up at the newcomers to study them before they could judge me. That is one of the things my brain does quickly, study people and evaluate them. The other is that I seem to have a sixth sense for if I am in danger. These people did not look dangerous, just looked worried. I saw that the newcomers were my roommate and two others. They were identical to every detail and were basically a mirror image of the other.

“Hi Grace ”My roommate, Ariadne, said. “These are my friends, Scarlett and Ivy ”She gestured to the twins.

“Umm hi. ”I managed to say in English with a faint version of a smile. My heart was pounding heavily and I was very nervous.

“Who are you and where do you come from? ”One of the twins, I guessed Scarlett, said bluntly.

“I am Grace Parker and I am from Drogheda ”I replied nervously, not sure if I had said that correctly. I hated English pronunciation with all my heart and I had never learned English properly, so it always was a big struggle to pronounce everything right. I felt very nervous and hoped that they would go away. “What is your favorite song? “Ivy asked me while flashing an angry look at Silver

“Umm. I never listened to much music, but I like Nightmares.” I said

“Oh, I love Nightmares too“ Ariadne exclaimed

Scarlett must have gotten Ivy’s message because she did not say anything more.

“I think I need to go finish unpacking.” Ivy said cheerfully. “Have a nice day.”

They filed out of my room slowly, with Scarlett staring at me

Scarlett shut the door as I heard Penny say, “You should stay away from her, she is trouble.”

“Why should we?” Ariadne said, “For me that is impossible.”

“Just a friendly warning." Penny said and turned and flounced down the hallway.

I shook my fist at her even though she could not see it. She knew my secret and I could not let that pass.

WARNING.
Read at your peril
21/07/21 daily
Description
I stepped into the house. From the outside it was a decrepit old house that probably used to be an old manor house but was abandoned. The glass was missing from the windows, the roof had holes and the thing I noticed the most was that it stank. It smelled musty and rotten, like some thing had died in here years ago. When I stepped inside the smell grew stronger. I gulped and looked around the room I was in. It probably used to be a really fancy hall but it was empty, utterly empty and that scared me. The floor was covered in a well trampled carpet. It had turned a dark green colour and stuff was broken everywhere. In one of the corners there was a puddle that smelled faintly of wee. I quickly looked away and looked at the stairs. The stairs were very steep, had a lot of rotten floorboards, had some broken floorboards and quite a few places where there were no floor boards at all. Basically, the stairs were unclimbable unless you wanted to get hurt or worse. When I looked around again, I saw that it was not totally empty. A table that was missing one leg stood at the side. It had something black on it and a red cloth underneath it. It seemed to be the source of the stench.

Action
“Come on Alex. Don’t be a baby and go inside. I said you have to get to the kitchen and stay there for 10 minutes.” The voice in my head said

My nerves failed me and I tried to leave but something invisible blocked my escape.

“You cannot get out Alex. Just do as I say and you will be fine.”

I knew that I could not trust this mysterious voice but I had no choice. I started walking, my footsteps echoing loudly on the apparently hollow floor. I gulped as tears came to my eyes. Who knew where this voice was taking me?

“Where do I go now.” I said, having reached two doors.

“The left one.” The voice had gotten quiet, it was barely speaking. I stepped into the room on the left. In here, the stench grew less. This room was really empty, nothing at all was there.

“Is this the kitchen? This had better be the kitchen. I don’t want to do this any more. I am leaving.” I crossed my arms and tried to leave the room but the invisible barrier was back. I sighed and said “You won. Ok I will stay here for 10 minutes. But then I am leaving. No funny business. I’d better be perfectly safe here of else.”

Combo
“The kitchen is actually the other room.” The voice said. I tried to leave, this time successfully and walked into the other room. As soon as I stepped into the room, the pressure changed. There was no noise in the room and no smell. It felt like was I lost in space. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I tried to stomp my boot and heard nothing. I took off my boot and sniffed it. Nothing. I slipped my boot back on and tried to leave but the invisible barrier was back.

“You cannot leave.” A voice behind me said. I spun around. There stood a woman who was slightly transparent. She wore full white and had golden hair with blue eyes. She held some rope.

“What are you going to do to me?” I said, realising I could now talk. “You wouldn’t…” I trailed off realising what was happening. “Are you going to kill me?” I said, my mouth dry.

“No. Yes.” The figure said. “Yes actually.”

“How? Will it be quick?” I said my heart sinking.

“I will feed you to my orb .” She said, extending her hand. On her hand floated a black orb. “It wants another soul to feed on. This is how I stay alive. Dying to the orb will take some time though. Sit down.”

There was a bright flash and I was suddenly tied to a chair. The woman stood in front of me. She seemed to have drained my energy because I could not move when she picked up my limp hand and placed it on the table, where the orb floated. She picked up my other hand and stuck it into the orb. The orb started swallowing my arm like it was drinking. I felt the life drain out of me…..
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Critiquing your writing comp.

This is about Grace, who starts a new boarding school without any form of education beforehand. She barely knew the English language.

If you need to tell us this, it's worth editing and adding hints around the story. Show over tell.

I sat at my desk and stared intently at my work, the confusing English words jumbling before my eyes as I sullenly tried to concentrate on my worksheets.

I'd suggest you may want to use different words here over jumbled. It makes it sound as if Grace has dyslexia over being from a foreign country. Try rewording this sentence

Then a sound shattered my dreaming. I heard footsteps outside the closed door, and I forced my eyes to concentrate on my boring punctuation exercises.

Try switching the sentence order in order to smash the readers immersion with the daydreams as well.
Remove ‘I heard’ and replace it with ‘There were’ to remove the filler words.

The door quietly opened,

Try using a stronger verb then quietly opened. Examples would be: creaked or slid.

I glanced up at the newcomers to study them before they could judge me. That is one of the things my brain does quickly, study people and evaluate them. The other is that I seem to have a sixth sense for if I am in danger.

Once again, show over tell. Show us Grace having a sixth sense over telling us. Both things in italics are telling us. For the first example, we already have been shown. Don't underestimate your readers. We know this is not normal behaviour.

“Umm hi. ”I managed to say in English with a faint version of a smile.

I'm going to get this over, because this applies for all the dialogue in the fic. If you're character is new to English, they won't know some of the terms. Do not be afraid to just, replace dialogue with Grace not understanding. Grace's understanding of terms such as ‘nightmares’ and ‘impossible’ and ‘unpacking’ lead the reader to the conclusion, Grace is illiterate over ‘Grace is not a native English speaker’. There's nothing wrong with this. It would just mean changing one or two lines which would be inconsistent to this.

I replied nervously

You already told us she's nervous. Describe how the nerves affect her voice. Her voice might shake while she replies, or her heart might pick up beating more than before. Or her palms may sweat. Give Grace quirks like how she acts when she's nervous to humanise her a lot more

I love the characterization of Scarlet :thumbs-up: and Grace has a lot of potential to be interesting in this universe! The cliff hanger is good and should you continue it I would be interested in where it goes

Word war with @AutumnSunrise
So I am doing a my first word war and I am really struggling with spellings right now. I don't know weather I will win this so I am slightly worried. I really enjoy writing so But I cannot think of things to type so maybe next time I will do some structured writing for one of my stories. I a trying ym hardest not to misspell things. Random fact -Today was the last day of my school till September and I am excited for the holidays. I am worried a little about starting a new year especially because they are mixing up the classes so I might not see my friends again. That worries me. I really want to do ac character analysis soon but I will need time to think about which character to do because I am bad with decisions. I am aslo bad with spellings and during the rest of SWC I want to learn how to spell properly. I have no Idea how muck time I have left.

My first Writer's comp entry

I sat in my front-line seat, rocking nervously. I knew well that what we were going to do could cost me my life, but I was not as worried about my life as a normal person would because I had been in too many situations where I was about to die and lived to tell the tale. No, I was worried of being captured. Being captured does not sound too bad compared to dying but being captured meant living a year being tortured horribly and then the execution. That is what my friend Bogey was facing now.

“Jenny.” Mystic’s voice crackled over the intercom, nearly drowned out by the chattering crowd.

“Be quiet. We are in public. Stop calling me Jenny, it makes me nervous.” Jenny Light had been my code name for this mission because my real name, Matilda Pitts would be recognized as a missing famous scientists’ daughter and going by my nickname, Shot, would be easily noticed as a resistance worker's name.

This was the weirdest mission I had ever been on. I am thirteen years old and since I started working for the resistance, first as a mechanic and second as a fighter at age 11, I have served in over 100 missions, but none had been to this level. I had spent 3 weeks masquerading as a servant to my best friend Sally, who acted as Mystic’s daughter. Her name was Miss Volcan and Mystic was Mr. Volcan. Sally Spencer was my friend’s real name, but we called her Sneaky. She was and still is my best friend and could pass as my identical twin even though we are not related

“Shot. Unwrap your shotgun.” Mystic ordered.

“I have. You do realize I am the leader here. Sneaky, have you gotten your gun out of the picnic basket?” I replied.

“Yep.” She replied, discreetly patting the lump on her lap, under her cloak. My shotgun lay by my side, also covered by my cloak.

I took a breath and look the chance to look around before the mission started. We were attending the execution of our friend Bogey. Like me, he worked for the resistance, well at least before he was captured. We were here to get him out.

I looked at him. He sat on a chair in the middle of the Execution Square, with the sun bearing down on him. He was the perfect picture of hopelessness. I did not blame him, in a few minutes, he was going to die, or he would have if we were not here. His arms and legs were firmly tied to the chair. We had to cut those ropes to get him out. He had two guards next to him and others were dotted around but they were rather sparse.

The announcer came up to the stand. “Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. Today you will the witness the execution of a resistance worker….” and then I tuned out of the detestable speech about why the resistance is bad. I stared at the fence, waiting for Mystic’s command to start. Even though I was the leader, I had to be told when to start because I could not decide when to start and concentrate on the plan at the same time. I tightly clutched my gun which was attached to my belt and felt sweat rolling down my legs even though it was the middle of winter, and I was wearing shorts and a
t-shirt, but my cloak was not that warm.

“Shot, you got this.” Sneaky said firmly. I nodded. I had spent all my spare time for the last three weeks preparing for this.

“Go Shot.” Mystic quietly cheered. I took a deep breath as Mystic started to count down to the beginning. “Go in three, two, one, NOW.”

I jumped out of my seat and started running headlong at the fence with Mystic and Sneaky somewhere behind me. As I reached 3 feet away, I jumped while running and stuck my bent right leg before the rest of my body. As I felt my foot hit the fence. I unbent my right leg with enough force to push the fence down and the fence fell before me. I landed with a perfect front-roll as Mystic and Sneaky ran up. I stood up and brought my shotgun out from where it had been hanging, under my cloak. Mystic ran straight to Bogey and cut his bonds swiftly and shoved a pistol into his hands just as I shotgunned one of his guards in the face and wacked the other around the head with my multi-purpose shotgun. One second later, two guards fell as a result of Sneaky’s reckless gunning with her powerful P-90. Mystic rended one guard and Bogey had recovered from shock from seeing us enough to shoot the last one.

“Run.” I gave the final order and ran towards the fence directly opposite to the one we had entered by. It led to the countryside and was stronger that the first one because that was the side that people were expected to break in from. Not us though. We had chosen the weaker fence to get in and the stronger on to exit by. As I reached within five feet of the fence, I jumped again and this time I did a tight roll in the air which ended with me hitting the fence with my feet, with enough force to knock it down. I fell rather badly this time and scraped my knee on the shark barbed wire. I did not know whether it was bleeding because I was instantly on my feet and running out into the snowy countryside. Mystic, Sneaky and Bogey followed me, feet thumping on the soft vegetation behind me. It was snowy and icy so we often slipped and slid around. We ran and ran for a long time because we had to get far away from our pursuers even though I could see that it was taking all Bogey’s effort to run this fast and that he could not keep this up for much longer. I was about to order a rest so Bogey could catch his breath, when we came to the top of the last hill and saw the FireBrand, waiting to take us home.

“Last stretch.” I called into the freezing air as I nearly slid down the icy slope and reached the ship. It had landed, which was abnormal, but I guessed that was to help Bogey to not have to get pulled up. As I stumbled aboard the ship, the Commander stood there.

“That was a job well done.” He spoke finally as he watched my team board the ship.

I smiled grimly. It really was a good mission

Imacreamoo wrote:

Critiquing your writing comp.

This is about Grace, who starts a new boarding school without any form of education beforehand. She barely knew the English language.

If you need to tell us this, it's worth editing and adding hints around the story. Show over tell.

I sat at my desk and stared intently at my work, the confusing English words jumbling before my eyes as I sullenly tried to concentrate on my worksheets.

I'd suggest you may want to use different words here over jumbled. It makes it sound as if Grace has dyslexia over being from a foreign country. Try rewording this sentence

Then a sound shattered my dreaming. I heard footsteps outside the closed door, and I forced my eyes to concentrate on my boring punctuation exercises.

Try switching the sentence order in order to smash the readers immersion with the daydreams as well.
Remove ‘I heard’ and replace it with ‘There were’ to remove the filler words.

The door quietly opened,

Try using a stronger verb then quietly opened. Examples would be: creaked or slid.

I glanced up at the newcomers to study them before they could judge me. That is one of the things my brain does quickly, study people and evaluate them. The other is that I seem to have a sixth sense for if I am in danger.

Once again, show over tell. Show us Grace having a sixth sense over telling us. Both things in italics are telling us. For the first example, we already have been shown. Don't underestimate your readers. We know this is not normal behaviour.

“Umm hi. ”I managed to say in English with a faint version of a smile.

I'm going to get this over, because this applies for all the dialogue in the fic. If you're character is new to English, they won't know some of the terms. Do not be afraid to just, replace dialogue with Grace not understanding. Grace's understanding of terms such as ‘nightmares’ and ‘impossible’ and ‘unpacking’ lead the reader to the conclusion, Grace is illiterate over ‘Grace is not a native English speaker’. There's nothing wrong with this. It would just mean changing one or two lines which would be inconsistent to this.

I replied nervously

You already told us she's nervous. Describe how the nerves affect her voice. Her voice might shake while she replies, or her heart might pick up beating more than before. Or her palms may sweat. Give Grace quirks like how she acts when she's nervous to humanise her a lot more

I love the characterization of Scarlet :thumbs-up: and Grace has a lot of potential to be interesting in this universe! The cliff hanger is good and should you continue it I would be interested in where it goes

Ok thank you. I will see if I can change some stuff around.
Do you mind looking at my other piece also?

WordWar @Lunar-Ghost
My favorite color is purple or brown . I like brown because it is the color of Chocolate and ChocoRules right. I like purple because it is a nice color. I cannot really say more that that. It is a nice color. My third favorite color is sky blue, the color of the sky on a sunny day. I really don't enjoy this at all. Ahh spellings again. Noooo. So I like reading because It involves me.

SWC Weekly
Part 1- 302
BRRING.BRRING

The doorbell rang loudly. Fan Fiction put down the note book she was writing in and bookmarked her page. Then she went to the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw it was Thriller and opened it. Thriller stood there, in the heavily pouring rain.

“Why, Thriller, it is nice to see you.” Thriller and Fan Fiction were good allies. “Do you want to come inside?”

“Yeah.” He spoke finally after a gap of about 30 seconds. He stepped inside and, knowing how Fan Fiction liked visitors to act when they came to her house, he hung up his rain coat and took off his rain boots

“Would you like anything to eat or drink?” Fan Fiction asked.

“No thank you.” He said and kept looking around furtively, like he expected some one to jump out at him. Fan Fiction found this strange.

“Ok,” Fan Fiction replied, slightly confused. This was abnormal. Thriller always wanted coffee, no matter what happened. “Are you sure you don’t want Coffee?”

“Do you have anyone else home?” He asked quickly, ignoring her earlier question.

“No, why?” Fan Fiction was ultra confused, this was not what Thriller would normally do. He would normally be a loud mouth and make her prank her neutrals of word war her enemies with him. Once he had ganged up with Science Fiction on Poetry and word warred him 8 times.

“I want you to break your neutral with Adventure and word war him now. I need to bring him down and with your help we can get higher up in the leader board.” I was shocked. Thriller was getting very competitive to be asking this! What should Fan Fiction do?

a.Say no because that ruins all of Fan Fiction’s plans
If you chose A go to A-1

b.Say yes, because Thriller is a good ally
If you chose B go to B-1




Part 2- 202
Fan Fiction was reading. She read the most of any cabin and probably more than all the cabins combined. She was constantly reading or making fan fiction in the sea-green notebook she always carried around. She rarely put her notebook down and it was even more rare for her to show people things from her notebook. All her dailies and weeklies were fan fiction from various stories and games.

She had a library corner in her sitting room where she sat to read or write. One of the reasons she read so much was because she needed ideas to write about. She also read or wrote when she was sad and it cheered her up to no end. Because of this she was often very cheerful and happy and was rarely sad.

She had a happy and bubbly personality and could talk for hours about the Who is the good guy? Argument. If you ever wanted to have an intellectual debate, then challenge her. (Or challenge me, I actually wrote the Who is the good guy? Argument.) She could debate for hours on end about that one argument. ( I could only debate for about 20 minutes straight so that is an exaggeration.)


Part 3- 45
I had to type this up. Sorry it is a bit of a rough draft.
Warning SPOILERS
The Beginning- Thriller asks Fan Fiction to betray Adventure- neutral-
Choice a- say no
Thriller leaves, adventure turns up- becomes allies
Adventure ask if want attack poetry
Choice a say yes
Mega word war poetry
Choice b say its fine
nothing happens
Choice b -say yes
Adventure word war- miss appointment- thriller turned to enemy- thriller word wars Fan fic fanfic writes for hours
choice a send another word war to Adventure
choice b sent a word war to Thriller

Part 4- 1395
A-1
Thriller’s face fell and he said “Ok, good luck.” He slowly left and Fan Fiction felt bad for saying no but she had to word war Poetry to go up in the leader board. She could not afford to ruin her carefully planned plan. As she heard the front door shut behind Thriller she picked her notebook up solemnly and sat back down on her sofa. She wrote for at least two minutes and then she heard another knock on the door and got up again to answer it. She guessed it would be Thriller, coming back to beg her to war Adventure. She opened the door with out looking through the hole and was surprised to see Adventure standing in the rain this time. Fan Fiction blinked but it was actually Adventure and not Thriller playing some sort of cruel joke.

“May I come in?” Adventure asked.

“Are you going to word war me?” Fan Fiction asked suspiciously.

“No. I am going to thank you.” He said with a hint of a smirk.

“For what?” Fan Fiction said and then it clicked. “Oh, for saying no to Thriller’s plans.”

“Yep and I had something to ask you.” He replied

“What?” Fan Fiction said.

“Can we go from being neutrals to being allies?” Adventure asked.

“Umm. What? Umm I don’t know. Maybe. Yeah, I guess.” Fan Fiction stumbled, realising that this was the perfect plan for her to go up the leader board.

“Ok and if that is the case then can you join me and word war Poetry?”
A- Say yes
If A go to A1-a
B- say no
If B go to A1-b
A1-a

“Umm. Fine. I was planning to word war him anyway.” Fan Fiction said.

“Good.” Adventure smiled. “ Let’s go down to his cabin and word war him now.”

“Ok.” Fan fiction said and she turned back into the house to grab her blue- green rain coat and matching boots. Adventure stomped back to the trail and started to head to Poetry’s cabin. After she had put on her raincoat and boots she followed him down to Poetry’s base.

When she had nearly reached Poetry’s base she heard someone whisper “Fan-Fi. Over here.”

She turned and spotted Adventure standing with Fairy Tales and Mythology. She quickly left the path and joined them.

“I called for back up.” Adventure whispered.

“We all want revenge on Poetry for always warring us.” Mythology or Myth as most people called her said.

“Yep.” Fairy Tales agreed.

“OK. Hi.” I smiled, even though I was slightly nervous because I was new to SWC and I had never word warred anyone and this was my first time and because I was working with the powerful Mangonator Siblings for again, the first time.

Fairy Tales smiled at me and said “Don’t worry, we don’t bite.”

“Unless you are Poetry.” Myth smirked and Fairy Tales and Adventure grinned and I quietly giggled as a smile spread across my face.

“So now, to business. I am now allied with Fan Fiction and she is a neutral for both of you so no attacking her.” Adventure explained. “And these two are my siblings as you no doubt know so we cannot fight each other.”

“That only counts in Word Wars, not in every day life.” Myth said cheekily.

“Yeah. Prank wars don’t count.” Adventure said. “So yeah. At exactly 12:00, which is in 2 minutes, we will take turns to walk down and stick the word war in the box. I think Fan-Fi should go first then we wait 5 minutes then Fairy Tales then 2 minutes, then Myth, then two minutes then me. That minimises the chance of attack.”

Myth and Fairy Tales nodded but Fan Fiction looked confused. “How does that work?”

“When you go first, he thinks you are on your own but if you go after one of us he will figure out that we are working together and will word war you. So you go first. Then if Fairy Tales goes second with a big gap, she is the weakest and again Poetry will think that she is alone. When I go, third, he will figure out that Fairy Tales and I are working together and will expect Adventure but I guess Adventure has a plan for himself, and I think he will give two word wars. That should keep him busy for some time.”Myth explained.

“Perfectly right. Well done Myth and Fairy Tales. Do you understand now, Fan- Fic?” Adventure nodded.

“Yea.” Fan Fiction nodded.

“It is 10:00. Go Fan Fiction.” Fairy Tales, who had been watching the clock said.

Fan Fiction stepped out of hiding and, without looking back, walked up to Poetry’s Cabing and put the word war in the box and walked away. She decided not to go straight to the others, but made it look like she was going home before slipping into the trees and doubling back to the others. Myth and Adventure were still there, Myth staring at the clock and Adventure looking around.

“Well done, Fan-Fi.” Adventure congratulated.

Myth nodded. “Before you ask, Fairy Tales has gone down the road as to not reveal our spot.”

“Ok” Fan Fiction smiled. “And thanks.”

“If you want you can go back to base or you can stay and watch.” Adventure offered.

“I want to watch.” She quickly replied.

“In about 1 minute, Fairy will start coming back to Poetry’s base and we will see her in two minutes” Myth explained.

Fan Fiction nodded and they stood in silence, watching and waiting. About two minutes later they spotted Fairy Tales going up to Poetry’s cabin and dropping off the Word war. Myth slipped off to go down and then come back up as Fairy Tales went back down the road.

About one minute later, Fairy Tales came back and joined us in silence and then, another minute later Myth went and dropped off her Word War. Adventure whispered something to Fairy and beckoned to me and we walked back down with Myth. When we reached my base, Adventure said “My turn” and strode back down to Poetry’s base.

“He will be a mess of custard.” Myth giggled and showed them where she had been hit with custard in a water gun. Minutes later, he turned up , covered in custard. When I say covered, I mean covered in custard. He was more custardish than if he had gone swimming in custard. They, including Adventure, who was struggling not to laugh before hand, started to laugh and laugh and laugh. They could not help it. It was hilarious. Eventually Myth threw a towel at him and told him to go clean up. They separated, each going their separate ways, while still laughing at that memory of the funniest Word War battle ever.

A1-b

“No sorry. I am a little busy.” Fan Fiction lied, not sure why she was lying.

“Ok “He nodded. “Thanks.”

“Goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

Fan fiction shut the door and returned to her book, happy with her outcome.

B-1

“Ok.”

“Thank you. I will meet you in 2 hours, in front of his base.”

“Ok, Thriller” Fan Fiction said.

He left, whistling as he left. Fan Fiction was about to settle down and continue writing but she heard a thump outside. She went to see her word war box and sure enough, there was a word war. It was from Adventure and she guessed a similar one was on its way to Thriller. She was now an enemy of his, its note said because she had agreed to attack him

She sighed, sat down and began to write. She must have written for hours because next thing that she remembered another thump in the word war box. She sighed heavily and went to see who it was from and it turns out it was from Thriller. It had a two notes and the note said that because she did not come to Adventure’s base he thought she had told Adventure. She gasped and looked at the time. It was 2:37 and it had been 4 hours since her and Thriller’s meeting. The second note told her that Thriller had declared her an enemy. She realises that Thriller’s note was due at 3:00 and she had not even started it. Adventure’s was due at 7:00, he had given her plenty of time.

She sat back done and started the fastest ever word war she had ever done.
When she had finished she realised she had a choice, Who to word war Adventure or Thriller
A . Adventure
B Thriller
B1-a
She went down to Adventure's base to drop off the word war but as she was about to drop the word war in Adventure's box she got sprayed with water.
She ended up having to write another wordwar request because the first one got soaked.Lol…
B1-b
She went down to Thriller's base and dropped off her word war request and got back in one piece but when she returned she found that she had another word war to complete in 1 hour…

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My Daily 22/07/21
Mango POV

Hi. I am a July mango. I am about 6 months old. My parents are Daddy Mango Tree and Mommy Mango Tree. I have hundreds of siblings but only one , August Mango is here. This is my story

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Twilight Matilda Slow POV

I walked into the kitchen. I had had a sudden urge to eat a mango. As I reached for one of the last two mangoes, I heard a voice say “No please, don’t eat me.”

I sighed, I knew that it was one of my siblings pretending to be a mango. “Not funny, Peter, Matilda, John.”

“That is not my name.” The ‘Mango’ squeaked back.

My siblings were all silly and smart but on different levels. I was the oldest, and probably the smartest. My brother Peter John Slow was one year younger than me and was still growing up. I was not that grown up, being only 12 years old but in my family I was the most grown up kid. The third oldest child, Matilda Twilight Slow (she was named after me and was 10 years old) was so babyish and silly even my nine-year-old brother John Peter Slow (Named after Peter) was smarter than her.

“Matilda, Peter, John. Come here please.” I called. The three of them came in through the back door from the backyard where that had been playing soccer. “I am going to eat this mango.”

“You called us to tell us that?” John said.

“No don’t eat me.” The mango said. My siblings froze when they heard that.

“Who said that?” I asked.

“Not any of us. It came from the mango.” Peter said.

“A talking mango. My dreams have come true!” Matilda, ever the baby said.

John and I shared a look as Peter looked in a drawer. Talking fruit don’t exist, whatever the devilry this was. Peter came with a big knife, which he carefully hid from Matilda and snatched the mango from my hand and placed it down and cut it. Matilda saw the mango being cut

“You killed the mango!” Matilda said and burst into tears.

“Twi, John, you have to see this” he said and held up a half of the mango. It had electronics inside. John and I burst into laughter which drowned out Matilda’s sobs. Peter started laughing and soon Matilda, having forgot why she was crying, started laughing. While she was distracted, I swiped the last mango and the empty bruit bowl and filled it with strawberries so she would not remember the mango. John carefully threw away the mango halves while Peter hid the knife. I threw away the untouched mango too just in case. When she stopped laughing she said “Let's play rounders!”, having utterly forgot about the talking Mango
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SWC FAN FICTION

“Come on, Adventure, Myth. Catch up.” Fairy Tales complained, skipping ahead of them.

Mythology and Adventure looked at each other and sighed, speeding up the slightest bit as they walked down to the Main Cabin. Myth mouthed something at Adventure. He frowned, confused. Myth tried again and this time Adventure understood. He nodded and quietly, they slipped off the path into the trees.

“Come on guys…” She said spinning around to find no one behind her. Adventure and Myth were hidden by the trees as they swiftly overtook Fairy Tales. They came back onto the path when they were safely out of her visibility.

“Shall be go back and tell her to hurry up?” Adventure suggested, a smirk crossing his face.

“Lets do it.” Myth replied and the two siblings walked back down the path to find their little sister. Soon they heard her and then saw her. She was calling out their names loudly and worriedly.

“Myth, Adventure. This is not funny. Where are you?” She called.

“Come on, Fairy Tales. Catch up.” Adventure copied, imitating her annoying voice perfectly. They turned around and strode back up the path as Fairy Tales ran to catch up.

She gave them a playful slap as she ran past them. “Don’t do that. I was scared.”

Adventure and Mythology burst into laughter as they all walked down to the Main Cabin.

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“Ah, here come the Mangonator Siblings.” Horror cackled. “Right on time.”



For clarification, this is not for my book but I might make a book with all my SWC randomness. 241 Words

I sat in my front-line seat, rocking nervously.

I’m not too sure what front-line seat means. I also think it’d be a good idea to show us how anxious she is and to describe the scene so we’re not just being thrown straight into the story.

That is what my friend Bogey was facing now

I don’t think it’s necessary to put in the friend’s name.

“Be quiet. We are in public. Stop calling me Jenny, it makes me nervous.”

You’ve used the word nervous twice in the first few paragraphs. maybe switch it up either this one or the one at the start.

Jenny Light had been my code name for this mission because my real name, Matilda Pitts, would be recognized as a missing famous scientists’ daughter and going by my nickname, Shot would be plain weird and easily recognized and stopped.

This is a long sentence, it’s very interesting but it drags on and readers might be turned off by how long it is. Also I’m unsure what you mean by ‘shot would be plain weird…’.

This was the weirdest mission I had ever been on. I am thirteen years old and since I started working for the resistance, first as a mechanic and second as a fighter at age 11, I have served in over 100 missions, but none had been to this level.

The fact that the character is 13 is a bit unrealistic. I feel like a slightly more realistic age would be 15 or 16 however it’s up to you. After ‘fighter at age 11’ you would have a full stop not another comma, it just drags the sentence on longer. ‘None had been to this level’ is a bit vague maybe say ‘level of difficulty’ instead.

“Shot. Unwrap your shotgun.” Mystic’s orders sounded loud in my ear.

‘Was loud in my ear’ might be better than sounded. Also unsure what shot means lol. Also you have the word shot in the same line, maybe just say gun.

My shotgun lay by my side, also covered by my cloak.

Saying ‘shotgun’ over and over seems unnecessary. It’s kinda like saying ‘ankle boots’ every time your talking about your boots. Sprinkle ‘shotgun’ in occasionally.

I’ll try and critique the rest later I’m quite busy right now

Daily for 23/ 07/ 21
“Sam, where are you?” I wandered around the house, calling my best friend's name. I wandered into the hall and saw, around the corner, some red stains. I hurried over to the stains and followed them. They led to the bathroom. I gulped and opened the door. My friend lay there, dead, with a knife through her heart. Her unseeing eyes stared out at nothing. I screamed and rushed to the phone to call the police.

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I took a deep breath.  ‘I am Grace Parker and I am a defence attorney.’ I told my self. My client, Jessica Shaw was accused of murdering her best friend Samantha Una. I sighed. It was a closed room murder and as far as the jury were concerned closed room murders were simple. I shook my head. I had survived being accused of a closed room years earlier, when I was way younger. That was why I started law. To help save innocent people. I had nearly spent the rest of my life in prison for something I did not do. I was not going to let that happen again.

The bell rang, signifying the start of the trial. I walked into the court room and sat down in my seat. Jessica gave me a thumbs up and I smiled back but shuddered when I looked at the chair. I realised where I was then. I was in court room 15. I sighed. This room freaked me out. I looked at the people entering, trying to distract my self from thinking about what had happened here years ago. I watched as the prosecutor entered. He was a rookie lawyer and he should be accompanied by a senior prosecutor. I realised what had happened. My dad was the head prosecutor and he could choose who prosecuted which trial. I tried my hardest not to laugh as my dad entered the courtroom. Typical him. He was the senior prosecutor.

This is supposed to be Mystery and Realistic Fiction
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The Book I chose was The End by Charlie Higson. I chose this book because it was really realistic and it makes the reader feel that the world could end up like this.

The End is about a zombie apocalypse. It is the seventh book in the Enemy Series. In the book, the surviving kids decide to have a final battle, a final stand against the zombies or strangers as they are called.

There are way too many protagonists to count and they all fight the strangers. Even though that share one goal, they can't help having wars between the separate camps.

The most exciting past is the big war at then end when the children defeat the strangers once and for all.

The most interesting detail was that one of the protagonists, Shadowman, realised that strangers are not mindless and they defiantly not zombies, they have a commander with one aim, kill mankind.

This book was impossible to put down. Lots of action and excitement, something goes well and then something else goes badly wrong.

At the end it had a happy ending. I rated this book 5/5 stars.
This is a book report I wrote recently and typed up#
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This is just utter randomness I wrote for a cabin war
Omniscient narrator

“Where is everyone?” Adventure sighed, looking bored. His two siblings, Mythology and Fairy Tales sat beside him, looking very annoyed at the weather.

“It is too hot” Fairy Tales whined. She stood up and walked over to the water cooler for about the 24th time that day. She quickly filled a cup with ice cold water and sighed in relief as took a sip and walked back to her assigned seat. Myth contemplated her nails thoughtfully as Adventure stared out the window.

The door opened and Horror stood there. He walked inside, his black cape trailing behind him. The three siblings stared at him for a second and went back to whatever they were doing before. After last camp, everyone knew not to trust Horror. Even Fanfiction knew that, and last time had been her first cabin ever. Horror found his assigned seat and sat down

The door opened for the third time that day and Dystopian walked in with Contemporary at his heels.

“Hi.” Adventure said.

“Hello” Dystopian said. He found his seat, which turned out to be next to Myth. She scowled at him and continues glaring at her nails. Adventure secretly felt glad that she had not scowled at him or Fairy Tales. Fairy Tales really hated Myth’s scowls.

Again, the door opened. This time it was Mystery, and she was on her own. She was one of Fairy Tales and Adventure’s allies and she settled in her seat next to Fairy Tales and started a conversation with Fairy Tales.

Soon after Adventure went to check the Allies and Enemies Post in the hall. Fairy Tales followed him later. By the time the two of them came back, all the rest of the camps were here. Adventure muttered angrily when he and Fairy Tales came back because he had a lot of enemies. This happened every time and he somehow was angry every time. His only Allies were his sisters and Mystery, everyone else had declared him an Enemy. His only Neutral was Non-Fiction. As the boats arrived to collect people in pairs, Adventure was put with Fairy Tales. The journey was made in silence with Fairy Tales staring out the window and Adventure brainstorming for ideas for the many word wars he was sure to get. About a hour later, when they dis-embarked he was still in a black mood. In a huff, he stormed off to find his cabin and his crew after Myth attempted to calm him down…

Adventure’s POV

I was still in a black mood when I tripped over a tree branch. I stood up and kicked the tree branch. A tree branches. WHERE ON EARTH IS THE TREE. I scowled as a tell-tale giggle arose from the bush. CONTEMPORARY. She sprang up from the bush she was behind and started to run away giggling. I really could not be bothered to run in this weather. Wait. Wait. It is winter. HOW ON EARTH DOES IT FEEL LIKE THE MIDDLE OF JULY IN NOVEMBER.

“GO AWAY!” I growled and shook my fist as Dystopian ran away. I cleared my thoughts and tried to see if anything else was abnormal. Nothing happened, but it was so so hot that it put me in another mood, my second one that day. When I say nothing else happened, that did not include the mysterious laughing I thought I heard but when I tried to check it out there was nothing





Grace’s POV

I stared at nothing, or at least that is what people thought I was doing. In reality I was daydreaming about Hunter. This was my third camp, so I had decided to make myself a challenge and only write stories and parts from my book Missing. I had a lot of things that could happen, so I was probably fine for ideas, but I figured better safe than sorry. The door slammed and Adventure came in.

“Where are my Leaders?” He snapped.

Matilda and I came up to the front.

“When do we have wars?” He asked.

“Tomorow.” Matilda answered.

“Ok.” He seemed preoccupied and grumpy. “Tell everyone to go to bed. We have a difficult day tomorrow.” and with that he left, leaving us to calm down 20 odd people.

“Umm I urgently need to go to the toilet.” Matilda excused herself with a wink. I shook my fist at her as she sidled away. Now I alone had to tell 20 odd people to go to bed.

“Umm guys.” I started nervously. “It's time for bed”

A resounding silence filled the room suddenly as I felt everyone looking at me. “I said, it's time for bed.” My voice growing stronger as I spoke.





Twilight’s POV

As one of the leaders told us to go to bed, I quickly put my journal under the bed. For some reason, all the camps banned electronics for the entirety of camp, so all word wars had to be done on paper, the old fashioned.

“What do we do now?” I quietly asked Hannah, who was one of the LH or Leader’s Helpers, as it was called. She had taken me, and another shy girl named Katie under her wing because it was our first time. Katie was nice but she was very quiet. As the leader came down towards us, a girl came over and spoke to her. The leader gave her a quick hug and came over to Hannah.

“Can you take care of Jenny please. I would ask you to take care of Annie, but she is not here.”

“Ok,” Hannah nodded.

A girl came out of the toilet and made a beeline for the Leader. She looked just like Jenny. She said something to the leader and the Leader reacted swiftly. She herded the girl over to Hannah.

“Can you get someone to run down to Matilda and tell her it’s an emergency and to come to the showers. And someone else to go get Adventure please. Oh, Matilda is in the toilet.”

“Yeah. Sure. Fine.” Hannah said but the leader had already disappeared into the Croud. “Jenny, why don’t you go find Matilda. And Twilight,” her eye landed on me. “Can you go find Adventure.”

I must have looked very nervous because Annie piped up.“ I will go with you.”

“Ok sure, off you go.” We started to walk slowly away into the crowd.

“Umm. Annie.” I asked nervously

“Yea.”

“Who is that leader?”

“That is my sister Grace. She is main leader.”

“Oh. And why do you look like Jenny?”

“We are twins duh.”

“Oh.” We had reached the Main Cabin.

“You are knocking.”

“Why?”

“You were told to come. I just accompanied you.”

I gulped.

“So I still have to do this.”

“Nope, cause I am doing it” The other leader, Matilda walked quickly past and knocked on the door for me.

Some time skipped



Grace POV

Grace sighed. There was someone at the door. She went and opened it. A boy stood there

”I'm Sees and I am 11 of age. I have heard that there are not 15 cabins of which I am in the Thriller Cabin. Those to kill me will die. This is the heart.“ He pointed to his heart. ”The anger struck three years ago. I am trying to conquer the fear of humans. Goodbye.“ He said walking off into the dark. My face was a mix of shock and humour. I shut the door and yawned.

”Who was that?“ Matilda said sleepily when I walked back in.

”Some sort of absurd prank“ I said.

At the same time…



Fan Fiction POV

I had been told to go to the 27th room of the main cabin but now that I was outside the door I was nervous. Shaking, I turned the handle and stepped inside. The door slammed behind me. It was very dark but then a spotlight turned on and revealed a pale boy that looked rather like Horror. He had red teeth, which freaked me out, and said ”Look, it quickly fades“

”What?“ I said, utterly confused and scared.

”There's a ghost around the corner for me, and I know.“ He continued.

I did not interrupt this time.

”Stay indoors and find the light." He said and disappeared as the lights came back

Daily 25/07/21
Character by @cherrybeanie
character - cherry (not me, dictator version xD), 20 year old dictator who's bullied by her superiors and also sorta hates the country she's dictator of (is that a terrible description lol)
Thank you @Kiju_the_RainWing because I borrowed your character.(Sorry, tell me if I need to change that, I think this is your character tho…)

Dear Diary( Dictator Cherry's diary)
I don't know what to do. Everyone hates me. The civilians hate me because I am a dictator and I have power over them. My superiors hate me because I try to be nice in rules and they think I am weak. I hate the land I am in charge of, it is dry and dusty and impossible to farm or make useful. I am looking out the window and in the distance I can see three civilians. Kids, I think. I think their names are Hunter, Shadow and Bandit. Hunter's parents were rebels and made her work for the rebellion when she was five. She now has no interest in the rebels. She stays with Shadow's family now. Bandit got moved to this sector about six months ago and he lives with them now. They are playing, I think, some jumping game. I sighed. They need to grow up and stop playing and start working more. They need more work. Why an I describing civilians in my diary. What a waste of time. I don't know what to do with my life anymore…
Later on
Dictator Cherry: I am going to bed
Wrath: Yes ma'am
Later on
Wrath: *knocks on door* Ma'am, are you awake?
No answer
Wrath: Ma'am. *louder* Ma'am?
Several minutes later they discover that Dictator Cherry is missing. All of her personal belongings that were in that room were gone and the room was plain, undecorated. A search was instantly mounted for her but another Dictator called the search off. No one knows where Dictator Cherry went, whether she was kidnapped by rebels or killed by the government. The new dictator that moved in was way harsher. A few weeks later, her funeral was held. It was a plain funeral, like as if she was a civilian instead of a Dictator. The rebels were blamed for her death.
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Hope you liked this

Daily 25/07/21
@PaigeTurnerE .Blair || 23 || she/her || she has short uneven hair, it is chocolate brown that is tipped with red, red crop top, black tennis skirt, tan skin, red eyes, tall, a little too sk1nny || She is hardworking and haunting. She can hide in nearly every spot you can think of. She is sneaky yet loves to have fun. She a bit of a control fr34k but that is alright. She can be a bit demanding at times but underneath her hard shell, she's nice. || She is a Broadway actress but is secretly a bounty/shadow…

@PaigeTurnerE …hvnter. She has never gotten more than the ensemble in Broadway shows but hopes to get a big part soon. || Hobbies: Singing, writing, hiding, climbing trees.

I watched as a girl walked down the street. Well, the girl. The one I was after. I was standing behind a tree as she walked down the empty road. She looked at the tree I was behind but seemed not to see me. I needed to capture her. She strode down the street and turned left. I had watched her for about 3 days and I knew where she was going. She was heading to a coffee shop. I smiled. Time to put my plan into action. I slipped into a alley and took a short cut to my hiding spot where I would wait for her to reach the coffee shop. Soon after, she walked into the shop. About five minutes later she left and I followed her to see where she would go that she was alone. Soon after she went into an abandoned alley way and I decided to strike.
I stepped out as she spun around. As she saw me she brought out knives, two in her left hand and one in her right hand. I brought out my katana and went into a defensive stance. I had trained with my weapons for years and I knew that she hadn't. I have called her she for a long time. She is called Hunter, with a real name of Twilight Slow. Apparently she was also a bounty hunter but she was freelance and had done a bounty on my company and now she was an enemy.
“So I was right, I have a bounty. Let me guess, it is *names employers*. I crossed them didn't I” She said, a smirk. She had a steely look on her face.
“You have been following me for about three days. I keep seeing you.” She shook her head. “I tell you, *Dead employer who Hunter killed* never saw me coming.” I knew that she was using mental trickery to make me feel like I was bad and uncertain of my abilities.
“You are , what 13? I am 23 and I have been doing this for a long time. I have a real, above ground life unlike you.” I tried it on her
“Not going to work. If I had an above life then I would be serving a sentence in prison because I have so many completed missions unlike you.” She mocked. “Your entire Bounty Hunter career is a fake compared to mine.”
“Not true.” I said but I could feel myself feeling bad. I knew if I continued to talk to her she would continue using derogatory speech on my and then if we fought then I would lose. I did the sensible thing, I turned and ran.
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Daily 26/07/21
‘Swimming through sick lullabies’ (Mr. Brightside by The Killers)
I decided to pick five of my favorite songs and write a poem/song about characters. I took words from the songs and matched them to some of my characters
The songs I chose are;
Goodbye by Blacklite District
Imposter by Socksfor1 (the music video)
Nightmares by Blacklite District
We are the Danger by Blacklite District
Let me down by Neffex
I matched them to
Goodbye- Hunter
Imposter- Grace P
Nightmares- Grace PSE
We are the Danger- Shot
Let me Down- Bandit
Character Songs

The man with no soul

Hunter will fight

For what she believes

Say goodbye to the dark side Jordan

Hunter never quits

Her fear over coming

Hunter’s knives are coming for you

Look to the times ahead for you

Be glad you said goodbye forever

Now you know that this is goodbye

Goodbye



Grace is the Imposter god

Mask on she’s in disguise

No one else had a clue

She was the hero of the day

Down the halls, She’s found a clue

She is now, in wait for you

She won’t stop, her vengeful trail

She will now defeat you

Try to escape, try to hide

Try to distract her, she don’t mind

Send her to play Hide and Seek

But you can’t cut down on the squad



She is here

Her crime is finished

Bur she survived

They have failed to take her down

She had heard the Shadows

She has come alive

Nightmares in the night

They will never take her down

They will never take her down


A shot in the dark,

I am here, I will stay

Why I do this I don’t know

But I never give up

Everybody get down

We’ve lit it up

We are the danger

And we are here to succeed

We are now going to win

Poisoned…

Hope we win

Everybody get down

We’ve lit it up

We are the danger

And we are here to succeed



She had not ever had a second chance

She will not sit by and watch this happen

She just want’s to make this right

She will only put up a fight

She has never lost her sight

If she wants it then she will get it somehow

She wants it you can’t stop her no how

She will never let herself down

No she will never let herself down
The song/poem is 307 words
The song/poem and the planning is 403 words