My first main cabin daily!!! I was the first to do it, meaning I'm the first person to do the first daily at JWC's first session!!! And sorry to not have sent proof in the original message, I was talking to minecraft Kate Bishop :D


Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's already 2022! Some things that happened at the beginning of the year, like my short story being accepted to and edited for an anthology, seem like they can't possibly be in the same year as when I first did SWC. It's been so weird, some things seem like they were closer together than they really were, while others seem so much farther apart. It feels like forever since I saw my friends, even though I know it's only been a few months. I'm definitely going to miss 2021 and all the fun things that I've been doing, but that isn't to say that I'm looking forward to 2022. I've done a lot last year- made a bunch of new friends, participated in TWO Minecraft musicals, learned a lot, even went to Disneyland—and I'm super excited to carry all of those new memories with me into 2022. I'm so glad to have had a fun and rewarding year, I know that a lot of people didn't have that chance. It's been such a crazy couple of years, I'm really hoping that this year will start to change for the better.
There's already so much to look forward to in the New Year, most of all (for me at least) the start of JWC! It's pretty much my first time leading anything, and I'm looking forward to learning how to be the best leader that I can be. I already am excited to get to know everyone in my cabin better, they already seem like they will make such a great team! I'm also looking forward to my classes starting up later this month and to seeing my best friends again. Despite everything that's going on in the world, I'm looking forward to having the happiest new year that I can.

In-cabin daily!

January: In January, I'd like to focus on being a good leader and setting a good example for my campers! I'll try my best to complete all the dailies and weeklies, and I hope to write at least 30,000 words this month.
February: In February, I'd like to try to improve my fanfiction writing! (This is totally not because fan fiction and february start with the same letter XD) I'm going to pick a different book/show/movie each week and try my best to write some fan fiction about it! I'll try to get 2000-3000 words in each one.
March: SWC is back!! I'd like to set a lower word goal and focus on quality>quantity.
April: It's possible that my family will be going on a long road trip this month! If that happens, I want to write a lot of things inspired by the places we see and focus on my descriptive writing.
May: I think this is when July SWC leader applications come out! I'd like to spend a while on that this month, and try to write the best little exampley thing that I can.
June: This month, I want to work on developing characters! Each week I'll make up a character and get to know them, then write a story about them.
July: SWC!! I'd like to aim for at least 35,000 words
August: Plan out my September thing
September: Try to write a longer piece (at least 10k words)
October: Edit my September thing! I want to be an editor, so I want to spend a while learning about editing while working on it.
November: SWC!! I'm going to TRY to get 50k
December: I don't have anything I specifically want to do in December, so I'm probably just going to take a writing break. I would like to try to write at least 1k words per week.

Doing Cool Cabin's daily for fun, I wrote BotW fanfiction :D

My legs tirelessly carried me up the stairs of Rito Village, depositing me at the very top of the stairs. Though I was already farther than most Hylians dared to go, I wasn't about to stop there. I turned to the rock pillar topping the village, craning my head upwards to where it disappeared into the clouds.
I grabbed the rough stone and began to pull myself upwards.
Little by little, I scaled the massive rock wall, running my fingers along its bumpy surface in search of cracks. When I finally dared to look down, I nearly let go from fright. The small plateau that the village was nestled upon was almost out of sight, not to mention the land below it. Falling now would mean certain death.
Resting for a moment with one tired foot pressed into a miniature ledge, I take a deep breath. The cool air of the Hebra mountains sends a wave of refreshment through my aching limbs, giving me the strength needed to continue.
I don't dare to look down any time soon.
Glancing upwards—a much safer alternative—I see that I've nearly reached the top of the pillar. One more breath gives me the power I need to pull myself up the last few feet. Reaching my hand over the top of the pillar, I grab a rock, which immediately slips and tumbles off into the abyss. A small pop sounds from above me and I groan. This is just the time I don't want to find a Korok.
Finding a better handhold, I finally manage to heave myself onto the flat surface atop the pillar, pumping my fist into the air in triumph.
The Korok eyes me warily before creeping back behind its rock.
I turn around and sit with my legs dangling down towards the village, staring into the snow-covered mountains in the distance. Slowly letting out my breath, I close my eyes, letting the misty mountain air surround me.

Second main cabin daily! This was fun! :D

Traveling through time was all fun and games until… one of us got stuck. We never expected that Mia would jump out of our time machine, and we still have no idea why she did it. With the cryptic words, “Don't look for me,” she opened the time machine window—putting us all in an enormous amount of danger—and hopped right out.
Adam and I agreed, however, that there was no way we were letting our best friend get away that easily. After some thought and advanced computer science, we determined that Mia had jumped out somewhere between the Cretaceous period and the fall of the Roman empire. Not too much time to search through, right?
Despite everyone's protests, Adam and I immediately climbed back into the time machine and headed to the Cretaceous. Within a few minutes, we arrived and opened the door to find an appropriate level of dinosaur pandemonium waiting for us outside.
Long-legged lizards flee from the enormous dinosaur stomping across the dusty ground, and I fought the impulse to climb back into the time machine.
“If this is when Mia landed, she'd probably be around here…” Adam said, scanning the horizon, undisturbed by the T-Rex running by him.
“Adam, look!” I pointed to a humanoid shape running towards our time machine.
“Mia?” he yelled.
The girl's long blue coat flew out behind her as she arrives at the machine. “I told you, don't follow me!” she said angrily, then climbed in.
“Mia, wait!” I said, but it was no use. Before I could even take a step towards my friend, she's gone—our only hope of escape along with her.
Adam sat down on the dirt ground. “Well, I'm sure she'll come back soon.”
I narrow edmy eyes, trying in vain to keep my anger inside. “ADAM!”
“What?” he looked at me innocently.
“We are trapped in the Cretaceous period with no way to escape. Why are you just sitting there?! We need to find a way home!!”
“Oh, we'll be fine,” he replied, undisturbed by my sudden outburst.
Sometimes Adam's steadiness is helpful, but this? This is just annoying.
“See?” Adam waved a hand lazily towards a spot in the distance, and suddenly, our time machine returned!
I looked at him incredulously. “How did you know that would happen?!”
“Mia's our best friend, and she had her whole life to rethink her decision.” Adam stood up and began to stride towards the machine.
Spluttering, I raced after him.
The metal door, considerably more worn and scuffed than it had been just minutes before, slid open to reveal an old lady.
“Who- who are you?” I asked her.
She looked at me, a bit confused, then said in a creaky voice, “It's me, Mia.”

My third main cabin daily! Unfortunately I used the place of the day instead of a random place, I didn't realize that until I was halfway done. (That was really too bad, I tried getting a random place and it was really cool!)

Mom steers the car onto a gravely patch by the side of the road, and we eagerly jump out, excited to explore the scenery.
“Can we cross the street?” I ask my parents, excitedly pointing to a massive red rock on the other side of the road.
Mom nods, and, making sure to look both ways, we start walking across. My little brother Benji, seeing that no cars are nearby, races the rest of the way and immediately begins to climb the rock.
“No fair!” I shout, running after him.
He turns, sticks his tongue out at me, and heaves himself to the rock's top.
“MOMMMM!” I yell behind me, launching myself up the rock. “You're going to pay for that, Ben!!”
Now sitting atop the rock, my brother dangles his feet off of it. I reach the top and tackle him. Yelping with rage, he crawls out from under me and scrambles to the other side of the rock.
“Be careful, you two!” Mom calls up.
“DAD, HELP!” Benji calls out between fits of laughter.
I glance over my shoulder with wide eyes to see Dad climbing the rock. “I'm coming for you, Nora!” he growls.
“NOOO!” I yell as he (gently) pulls me off of my brother, and I know there's only one way to end this.
I lunge for Dad, aiming for the shoulder, his most ticklish spot. As my fingers meet their mark, Dad collapses onto the rock, overwhelmed by laughter.
“Hey!” he narrows his eyes at me. “No fair!”
He reaches for my ankle, and the moment his fingers touch me, I shriek with laughter, collapsing onto the rock with the rest of my crazy family.
It's moments like these these that I'm grateful for the people in my life and the overwhelming love they always bring.

The fourth main cabin daily! My random fact was about the (supposed) longest living tortoise, who you can read more about here.

I waddled across the halls of my Nigerian palace, feeling secure under my massive shell. Chewing lazily on a leaf, I settle in a ray of sunlight. After 344 long years—or so they say—I feel like I've mastered life and set up a good routine:
10am- Wake up and eat some leafy greens.
11am- Nap in the palace's east wing.
2pm- Take the long walk to the west wing.
2:30pm- Nap in the palace's west wing.
5pm- Eat some more greens—and fruit if I'm lucky—for dinner
6pm- Make my way back to my bed and go back to sleep.
Lately, however, I've felt that my life was lacking in more ways than one. I've never met another one of my kind, and, more importantly, I've never eaten one of those mystical fruits they call the ‘kiwi.’ I've heard rumors that the green seedy fruit grows in the palace gardens, which I haven't visited since I was in my early hundreds.
Mind set on its green target, I wander in the general direction of the gardens.
After a few hours, my short legs begin to ache from the unexpected strain of walking, and my mind is overwhelmed from the sudden break in schedule. It's past noon—I should be on my second sleep by now! But I can't stop now that I've gotten this far, the palace gardens must be just around the next corner…
It's not. I feel like I've explored the entire palace by now, but I know that there must be more to see. This palace is endless, after all, right?
Finally, at what seems like 4pm (I haven't been awake at this hour since I started the schedule when I was 267!), I arrive at the glass doors leading to the garden. The wonderful people who live here have luckily added tortoise doors to most of the doorways in the palace, but the door to the garden doesn't have one.
Doing what I do best, I curl into my shell and wait.
Eventually, another person comes along and I poke my head out of the shell, looking up at him with my most pitiful eyes.
“Abole, Alagba!” he greets me, bowing as he opens the door.
I strut inside, already searching the trees for the low-hanging green fruit. Unfortunately, the only green thing here seems to be an apple. As I walk towards the apple, wondering if it could be a kiwi, my foot suddenly squishes into something. I look down, noticing a brown-rinded fruit, its green insides spilling out. It smells rotten, but I immediately know that this is the fruit I was looking for. I crane my head to look upwards, and, now that I know their true color, suddenly I see the kiwis everywhere. The nearest one is still several me-lengths off the ground.
“I'm too old for this…” I grumble, standing on my hind legs to snap up the fruit in my beak. I gently tug it off the branch, then shove the entire thing into my mouth. A pleasant expression appears on my face as I begin to chew, and I immediately know that this quest was worth it.

MY WEEKLY!!!!! WOOOOOO!!! I think the first part turned out good and the second is okay, but the third is pretty terrible lol.


1.
I slowly walk through the forest, wondering how the trees here had managed to grow so tall. Could such thin trunks really hold up the weight of a thousand needles? I pause for a moment beneath the trees, inhaling the warm scent of pine and fresh rain.
“Isla?” a voice from behind me juts into my thoughts, and I turn towards it. “What are you doing?”
“Oh! H- Hi, Erin!” I reply with wide eyes. “I'm just taking a walk.”
“At three a.m.? Away from camp?”
I nod slowly. “Yeah?”
Erin sighs. “You really need to stop doing this, Is. Don't tell me you've forgotten what happened last time.
”I haven't.“
”Then will you come back with me? Please?“
”I-I was going to-“ I protest feebly before my words are interrupted by an enormous yawn.
”Listen, Isla,“ Erin says. ”You need to go back to sleep.“
I nod, moving my hand from where it rests on the pine tree's trunk and slowly walking after Erin.
Within minutes we are back at camp curled into our sleeping bags, but my eyes remain wide open. I roll onto my side, stretching my arms above my head. I just can't stop thinking about the woods.
I look towards Erin, who had already fallen back into sleep, face shoved into the warmth of her sleeping bag. Slowly, quietly, carefully, I disentangle myself from the bag and stand back up. Still watching Erin intently, I slowly unzip the tent's flap, wincing when the zipper gets caught on a loose thread. With a final tug, the flap is opened, and, not bothering to close it again, I race back into the trees.
I take a deep breath of the night air, then rush farther into the woods. Within only a few minutes, I find myself lost among the trees, in a part of the forest I've never seen before. Water glimmers through a curtain of pine needles, and I step towards it.
The small pond reflects the the moon, glimmering with all the light of the stars. I can hardly resist walking towards it, dipping my socked toes into the dusty blue pool of light. I shudder as a wave of cold overtakes me and I realize I'm only wearing my thin pajamas. I take my foot out of the water, balancing delicately on my heel to avoid touching the ground with the wet part of my sock. I scan the horizon, noticing that it's slowly getting brighter.
I quickly walk to the other side of the pond, where a massive oak tree stands, casting its shadow into the water. Gripping its rough bark in my hands, I pull myself onto the first wide branch, carefully balancing on the tips of my toes.
I reach above me to the next branch—significantly thinner than the one I stand on now, and wrap my feet around it, pulling myself even farther upwards. The sky is turning pink now, puffy clouds casting away the darkness of the night sky. Moving faster, I traverse the maze of branches until I sit on the uppermost one. Ignoring the roughness of the bark beneath me, I settle onto the thick branch. I push a clump of bright green leaves out from in front of my face and begin to watch.
The sun peeks out from above the trees in the distance, and I blink, stunned by its sudden light. Steadily, the white orb presses farther upwards, casting away the last slivers of the night. The sky turns from pink to orange to yellow to blue, swirling and swirling until I can't tell what color goes where.
Finally, the sky fades to a beautiful light blue, puffy clouds floating through it like boats on a calm sea. I sigh, resting my back on the thick, rough trunk of my oak. The beautiful light show over, I close my eyes, world fading around me as I drift off to sleep, mind filled with dreams of light and the music of the forest waking up.
Erin's voice startles me awake. ”Isla?“ she calls worriedly.
”Yeah?“ I say, voice groggy from sleep, forgetting in my tired state that I definitely wasn't supposed to be here.
(700 words)

2.
You look up at the bright blue sky, inhaling the scent of oil and gas lingering in the air. Below your feet is a long strip of black stone, stretching off for who knows how long. Suddenly, a low hum sounds in the distance, and you squint across the expanse to see an enormous shiny-shelled bug hurtling towards you. Its black coating shines in the afternoon sun, and you barely manage to step out of the way before it races past you.
”Get out of the street!“ a male voice yells from inside the insect—but is it really an insect? It travels on four quickly spinning wheels, just like the carriages you were used to back home.
Puzzled, you stare at the retreating vehicle, luckily having enough sense to move to the far side of the road.
Every few minutes, another of those fast-moving vehicles rushes past you, and you sit down to observe, until, eventually, one stops. The window disappears into it, and a woman sits inside, looking worriedly down at you.
”Do you need a ride?“ she asks, popping the massive white bubble that was sticking out of her mouth.
”A ride?“ you spring to your feet. ”Really?“
She nods, and suddenly the door nearest to you pops open. You warily climb in, inhaling the scent of leather and mint. Taking a seat on top of the weird gray strip built into the chair, you settle in.
”Can you put the seatbelt on?“
”This?“ You point to the gray fabric, and she nods.
After a bit of a struggle, you manage to pull it over your head and around your waist, then push it into the hole next to your seat. Your triumphant expression is met with a quizzical one from the woman.
Deciding to ignore her apparent issue with your seatbelting methods, she wraps her hands around the black wheel in front of her. Almost immediately, the vehicle begins to hum, and you take off down the road faster than a horse could run. The sheer force of your movement pushes you back into your seat.
”Are you okay?“ the woman stares at your terrified but delighted face.
You nod. ”Yeah, yeah! I'm doing great!“
”So, where are you headed?“ she asks you.
You don't want to seem like you're ignoring her question, but there are more pressing matters to deal with. ”Where am I? What is this thing? How does it work? What's pulling it? What's it called? Who are you?“ A flood of questions pour out of your mouth, and this time the woman looks completely astonished.
”'What is this thing?'“ she repeats slowly. ”Are you telling me you've never been in a car before?“
”A car…“ I roll the strange word through my mouth. ”So that's what this mystical machine is…“
”Yes,“ she replies. ”You seriously haven't seen one before?“
I decide to brag about my knowledge on the subject. ”I've actually seen six. Someone even yelled at me from inside of one! It was crazy!“
”Wow,“ the woman says. ”You're really not from around here, are you?“
(515 words)

3.
”Hello,“ Isabella said, staring disdainfully down at her brother. She curled her lip as he blinked up at her with wide brown eyes.

”Hey, Isabella,“ he replied quietly, looking away from her. ”How-how are you doing?“

She sighed, looking at him sharply. ”How do you think I'm doing?“ she asked, putting a hand on her hip.

”Good?“ he asked, daring a glance back up at her. *Why is she even talking to me?* he thought. *She never does during school, what changed?*

”No, Mike! I'm not doing good! My best friend isn't here, and I don't know anyone else here! What am I supposed to do?!“ Isabella said.

*Is she going to ask to sit with us?* Mike thought hopefully. ”Maybe… maybe you could sit here?“

”I could what?“ Isabella burst out. *He can't possibly think I'm going to do that!*

”Sit with us!“ Mike repeated, a small smile on his face. ”Come on, it'll be fun!“

Isabella sighed, looking down at the empty seat next to Mike. ”Fine.“ She took a seat, making sure to scoot away as far from Mike as possible, and towards the green-eyed girl on her other side.

”YESS!“ Mike grinned at his friends. ”Isabella is SO cool, you guys have to talk to her!“

Isabella cracked open her book and took the first bite of her lunch, ignoring the many people trying to talk to her.

Mike sighed. ”Come on, Is! You can read some other time! This is your chance to get to know my friends.“ *And MY chance to show everyone else how awesome she is!*

Isabella slammed her book shut. ”Fine. Get to know me.“ The other people at the table immediately began to talk over each other, and though Isabella heard a few of them say their names, there were so many people that she couldn't remember any of them.

”You got that right?“ Mike asked. ”Henry, Anne, Maia, Benji, and Alex.“

Isabella nodded slowly, wishing that her brother had pointed to the people in question. The girl next to her smiled. ”It's so nice to meet you… Maia?“ Isabella said.
”It's Anne,“ she replied, sounding a bit irritated.

Mike stifled a laugh and went over the names again, this time showing her who was who. ”Got it?“

”I think so…“ Isabella replied. ”Thanks.“ She smiled at Anne. ”Sorry I got confused. I had a fifty percent chance of being right, though.“

Maia smiled back at her. *She seems nice!* she thought. ”What was that book you were reading?“

”This one?“ Isabella lifted the heavy book she had been reading. ”It's one of the instruction books for Dungeons And Dragons.“

”I love dungeons and dragons!“ Maia's eyes lit up. She hadn't met anyone near her who played before, and was very excited to see another girl who liked it.

”Do you know how to play?“ Isabella asked her. ”I'm just learning, but maybe we could try it together sometime after I figure it out.“

”That would be great!“ Maia burst out, an incredulous smile on her face. ”I could teach you how to play, if you want. I've found it's much easier to learn through playing than it is to read all the books.“

Isabella nodded. ”If you want to do that, I'd really appreciate it! These books don't seem to be doing anything but confusing me.“

”Yeah!“ Maia agreed. ”I made it through all the basic books, but they didn't turn out to be too helpful until after I learned how to play.“

As Isabella began to nod, an enormous explosion suddenly shook the room. ”What-what was that?!“ she yelled. All around her, people were scrambling from their seats, trying to get to of the school before who-knows-what happened. (Yes, I am bored and want to make something more interesting happen)

”Oh my gosh!“ Maia shrieked, hiding under the table. ”What's happening?“

*Do we need to leave the building? Or hide? Or go back to the classroom?* Isabella struggled to think clearly in the turmoil surrounding her. ”Are you all okay?“ she asked her brother and his friends.

Mike nodded. ”I think it was just a loud noise, nothing really happened.“ Suddenly, a voice sounded from a speaker in the corner. ”Everyone get out of the building, n-“ his words were interrupted by a scream and a crunch (dw, he's just eating potato chips )

If no-one was scared before, they definitely were now. The air lights with screams and the sounds of sneakers thumping against the ground. Maia, Mike, and Isabella join in the flood of people scurrying towards the exit, and Isabella feels herself carried along by the swarm.

Soon however, that horrible ordeal was over and they were out in the open. Without the man's words to guide them, however, the group of kids had no idea what to do. ”Where do we go now?“ asked Mike.

Maia's eyes widened as she pointed a trembling finger towards the sky, towards the massive black dragon that was swooping down to the unsuspecting teenagers. ”RUN!"

Isabella screamed, only taking a moment to look up at the majestic dragon before turning on her heel and beginning to race away, paying no attention to her friends or even her little brother. In times like these, Isabella knew that the best thing to do is to fend for herself.

As he raced through the street after his sister, Mike became increasingly aware of his untied shoelace flapping against his foot, but he didn't slow down. Now within reach of his sister, Mike called out for her, but his words were interrupted when he fell flat on his face on the pavement.
(940 words)

A total of 2155 words for 5k points!!

o_o

1. We were driving towards the parking lot where we were supposed to pick up Feather, and I could not wait. I was so excited when we saw the truck that was carrying the dogs driving in front of us, and the 10 minutes between then and when we got our dog seemed to take forever. We pulled into the parking lot, found a spot, reconsidered, and moved to a different spot. The cars seemed to be lining up in one area, and we eagerly joined in. The man in the car in front of us had a fluffy big dog brought to his car, and he left, making room for us to roll up. One of the volunteers brought out our little dog, wearing a heavy pair of leather gloves, and unceremoniously dumped her into the car. Immediately, she began to wiggle and squirm all over us, jumping into the front seat to take chicken from our hands. Mama and I began to laugh, worries about her being a terrible biter instantly vanquished. Izzy-Feather, as I began to call her, ended up being such a sweet little dog, getting tummy rubs and loads of treats, with lots more to come.

2. Our ship docked at the massive hangar where the new robo-dogs were manufactured. My mom had promised that we could get one for my birthday, and I was so excited!! The dogs were promised to eat, bark incessantly, play, and even poop like a normal dog, and each one had a unique personality. Eagerly, I climbed out of our small ship, and, waiting impatiently for Mama to follow me, rushed to claim a spot in line. Unfortunately, there was already a man in front of us, and I watched, eyes sparkling, as a massive golden robo-triever bounded out to meet him, licking—or was that biting?—his face. Finally, the man walked away and it was our turn. The door opened, and a miniature terrobot mix dog jumped out, flopping on her stomach and licking our hands with her metallic tongue. I giggle happily, hoping that little Izzy-Feather will be a good match for our current (real) dog, Milo. Real dogs are pretty outdated at this point, so I'm excited to be staying trendy with our new little addition to the family. As Izzy-Feather rolls over for some belly scratches, I happily oblige, hoping that her little battery will last a long, long time.

3. The car chugs along the road,
My anticipation grows, like a toad,
Who is inflating its belly to prepare for a croak.
Oh man, I'm totally stoked!
The adoption center's massive truck
Pulls ahead of us, and we wish for good luck
In adopting our little Izzy.
And here's to hoping that she isn't too crazy!
We pull into the parking lot,
And I glance behind us at our future dog's cot.
She'll be put there by the adoption volunteers,
Who seem to be wearing specialized gear
To prevent themselves from being bitten
By our new dog, with whom I'm already smitten.
A man ahead of us gets his retriever,
They already look like best buddies! I guess that makes me a believer
In not caring about the sundry
Problems that come with getting a dog from across the country.
And look! Here's our pup!
I cross my fingers, praying for really good luck.
The volunteer comes, and dumps our little dog
In the back of the car, and she instantly begins to hog
All the space, as she leaps from the back to the front
Plopping herself down with a tiny grunt.
I smile wide, excited to see
Our worries were for naught, for Izzy brought nothing but glee.

My first ever Star Wars fanfiction :D

It's pretty annoying to constantly have a beam of blue light burst from your head, but I guess I've gotten used to it over the years. I've learned to prepare myself for the moment of misery every time Luke picks me up from the table, holds me aloft, and pokes his finger into my eye. The buzzing of the light beam must cover up my screams, because Luke sure doesn't seem to notice them.
I know I'm helping to ‘save the galaxy,’ or whatever, but it doesn't really help to know that.
One day, as usual, Luke picks me up and carries me down the road, disregarding the fact that my head is swinging around wildly through the air. Though I try to signal for him to stop, the fiercely blowing wind must block out my cries for help.
Wow. It's only eight a.m. and I already have a headache.
The sand kicked up by Luke's sturdy boots blows directly into my eyes as we roam through the desert. Suddenly, I feel the ground start to rumble as a small ship touches down in front of us. Bracing myself as best I can, I wonder whether this ship contains a friend or a foe.
My question is answered when the door slides open, revealing an upside-down view of one of Luke's best friends.
Jovially flinging his arms out, Luke greets his friend, letting go of me and throwing me out into the endless sand. I groan as I fly through the air and land on my side, rolling a bit before coming to a stop. More sand blows into my eyes.
Muttering something under his breath, Luke excuses himself before rushing to pick me up, not bothering to brush the sand out from my cracks. It's times like these when I really wish I had arms.
Luke mentions the new tricks that he's been practicing with me, and I gulp when he offers to show them off. Holding me in the correct (or so he thinks) position, Luke shoves his finger into my eyeball, turning on the sword of light. The sensation is no less excruciating than the other thousand times, but the fact that Luke had forgotten to turn me right side up still makes me chuckle.
Apologizing to his friend, he turns me over, leaving a line of scorched black glass where the blade dragged through the sand.
Luke begins to clumsily swing me through the air, and I resign myself to another day with absolutely no respect for the hardships I go through.

Well, I tried to write something deep and cool, but I gave up.

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I launched myself through the pool, dreading the sensation of the water pushing against my body. Every time it felt as if it was going to swallow me up, to drag me down to the tiled floor.
I had been terrified of water since I was six years old. Even seeing the ocean miles from the car made me burst into tears, kicking against my car seat and screaming in terror. Even my bright pink sippy cup burnt a horrible picture into my young mind. My parents did their best to calm me down, but it was only a few years ago that I dared to visit the pool for the first time. The best way to get over my fear, my parents always told me, was to push right past it. As if this was a simple fear.
The first time I touched the pool, I nearly ran out of the building with fear that the swimming teacher would push me in before I was ready. My very mature nine-year-old self managed to stay, however, trembling like a tree in a windstorm. But, gradually, I got used to having my toes in the water, then my legs, until, finally, I was swimming.
It still terrifies me.
When I was twelve, I found out that eleven people drown per day. Eleven. I knew that compared to the size of the world's population, it was nothing, but the fear that I would be one of those eleven was always at the back of my mind when I went to the pool.
Sometimes I just wanted to fly away from all this, to go to some undiscovered place beyond this pool, beyond where the rain formed, to become some creature that didn't even need water to survive. Like a camel. Yeah. That'd be pretty cool.

This is pretty terrible, but I want those extra points!!

An important item near me right now is my watch. It is helpful to everyday life because it helps me to be on time to classes and keep a steady daily schedule. Without a watch, it would be really hard to have online classes, because no one would know the exact time! I know that it's possible to tell the time based on the sky, but sometimes I just want to stay inside. With the help of a watch, telling the time is made reliable and easy. Unlike a clock, my watch is easy to bring with me everywhere, and it's helpful when my mom and I are out on a walk and unable to see the actual clock. Fortunately, with the help of my watch, I am always on time for my classes and meetings!
As well as telling the time, my clock has a built in pedometer to track my daily steps. This helps out in my daily life because it gives me another reason to want to take walks, motivating me to get more exercise than I otherwise would be. As well as this, passing my daily step goal gives me a great feeling of achievement every day.

Second main cabin weekly!!

My sentences! Total of 178 words :D

Visual-
The clouds floated overhead, as white and plump as the marshmallows sinking into her hot chocolate.
The gray clouds hovered in the air, pushing the well-meaning sun out of the way and casting dark shadows on the concrete.

Auditory-
The horde of crows pecked at the ground, their beaks meeting the grub-filled dirt in a synchronized rhythm.
Slowly, I pulled the door open, wincing at the long, drawn-out creak sounding from its rusty hinges.

Olfactory-
I walked into my favorite taco restaurant, the warm smell of freshly cooked tortillas penetrating my nose.
Holding the old scratch-and-sniff stickers to my nose, I was surprised at the lingering scent of fake chocolate.

Gustatory-
Taking a bite of the gluten-free scone, I began to chew, my eyes flickering closed at the delicious dough.
We unwrapped the foil from around the package of brisket, and, unable to wait, tasted a piece of the smoky, rich meat.

Tactile-
I ran my hand along the blanket, its smooth, soft surface whispering at me to sleep.
Milo's soft fur is like a poofy cloud.


My (exactly) 600 word scene! I didn't plan this out at all…

I run my hand over Milo's soft fur, and he squirms to a better position atop the blanket. The timer rang, its sharp beeping penetrating my bubble of coziness, and I slowly stand up. Socks shuffling across the hardwood floor, I make my way to the microwave. Carefully, I take my warm cup out, grab a spoon, and walk to the pantry. In one of the baskets inside, I find the marshmallows and bring the bag back to my steaming cup.
Pouring exactly twelve marshmallows, my lucky number, into the cocoa, I stir them in with my metal spoon. I put the spoon into the dishwasher and close it, then take my cup back to my perch on the couch. Settling back down with Milo, I take my first sip of the drink.
The warm chocolate drink slips down my throat, providing the perfect end to the hard trip away from my cozy blanket. I make sure not to spill a single drop of my midday treat, snuggling deeper into the fluffy pillows of the couch.
I push my fingers into the pup's black fluff, and his eyes begin to flicker closed. I can't help but chuckle as his eyes roll back in his head and a drop of spit dribbles from the side of his mouth.
I swallow a marshmallow, the only remaining peppermint vanilla cylinder slowly melting in my drink. Turning my cup to the side, I pour the dregs of the cocoa into my mouth. The last remaining bits of cocoa powder sit abandoned as I set the cup on the side table and pink up my book.
I run its worn pages under my fingertips, flipping to the place where my bookmark slips between the paper. My eyes start to droop even as I get caught up in the fantastical story, and I try to keep them open until the end of the chapter. Soft classical music lulls me to sleep, and I struggle to stay awake. Giving in to the warmth of my blanket, I set my book back down on the table and drift off to sleep…

When I wake up, everything is much the same as I left it. Milo still sleeps, his feet dangling off the couch like a jellyfish's tentacles and his long black fur sticking up from his neck. My cup, now filled only with the cold dregs of my cocoa, sits on the table. My book waits patiently for me to return to its fantasy world. I pull myself up from the blanket, looking sadly down at the puppy, whose face holds a betrayed expression.
Fully untangled from my cozy spot, I stand up, grabbing the cold cup and taking a last sip of the chocolate milk inside. I bring the mug to the dishwasher pulling the top rack out and making room to stick it inside. Returning to my book once more, this time determined to get through more than a single chapter before passing g out on the couch, I open it back up to my page.
My eyes scan through the text, but my moment is ruined when my foot begins to tingle. I pull it out from under me, sighing when I realize that I probably slept on it wrong. I try to focus on the book, and, sure enough, it manages to pull me in and away from the horrible sensation tickling my foot.
I turn the page, running the soft paper over my hand. Sighing, I settle even farther into the couch, ready for another cozy day spent with Milo and my book.


My 803 word short story aka Luca fan fiction! Just watched the movie, it's so sweet <3

“Andiamo, ragazzo!” Giulia's voice echoed between the buildings.
Luca pedaled faster to catch up with her, a wide smile painting his face as he bounced along the cobbled alley.
The kids swerved around a corner before pulling up in front of a tall house, its walls covered with chipping turquoise paint. Paolo barked from inside, his deep woof sending reverberations through the walls. Luca waved to the dog, who was sitting inside with his paws pressed against the window.
The door swung open to reveal Mrs. Accardi, the dog bounding out past her, leaping onto Luca, and bowling him over.
“Ciao, Mamma!” Giulia greeted her mom while a laughing Luca tried to push the dog off of him.
“Ciao!” she replied, wiping a smear of pink paint off of one cheek. “How was your first day of school?”
“It was so amazing!” Luca stood up, wiping the dog slobber from his face. “We learned about numbers!”
“Yeah, he was really excited about math,” Giulia explained.
Mrs. Accardi nodded, a smile appearing on her face. “I'm glad you two had fun! Did-”
Her words were interrupted by a massive rumble. Luca looked down at his stomach, cheeks rapidly turning pink. “Sorry…”
“Oh, yes! It's been a long day, I'm sure you're both hungry,” Mrs. Accardi held the door open. “I made your favorite.”
Luca, Giulia, and Paolo rushed inside, speeding to wash their hands and sit down at the table. Luca's eyes stretched wide as a massive portion of trennete al pesto was set down before him. He reached out with one hand before reconsidering and picking up a fork, twirling a strand of the noodles around it. He shoved the sauce-covered noodles into his mouth, eyes half closing in pleasure as he began to chew his first bite of the feast.
Giulia giggled at the wonderstruck boy before taking her first bite of the pasta. “Mmm, Mamma! This is so good!”
Mouth crammed with pasta, Mrs. Accardi was only able to respond with a nod and another of her bright smiles.
Within moments, Luca had finished his massive dinner. He leaned back on his chair, belly full, with an enormous smile painted on his face. Seeing that her friend had finished, Giulia sped up, despite her mother's protests. Soon she was finished too, and she stood up, grabbing Luca's hand and pulling him into her bedroom.
“We have homework!” she called behind her.
“Homework?” Luca asked.
“It's like school that you do at home!” Giulia replied. “The teachers want to make sure you understand everything.”
Luca's eyes widened. “You mean we get to do even more school?”
Giulia nodded, handing her friend a small stack of pages. “Here's more of the math you liked.”
Luca stared down at the page of numbers, an enormous smile breaking out onto his face. He picked up a pencil and began to sloppily write in the answers.
The two worked long into the night, until their pile of homework was reduced to nothing. Luca flopped on his back onto the cushy bed's bright blue blankets, yelping as stupid gravity pulled him directly down onto his tail.
He screamed, rolling over and reaching for his tail, only to realize that it wasn't there.
“What are you doing?” Giulia asked him.
“My-My tail-” Luca struggled to put his words together. “I-I thought it…”
“Phantom tail?” Giulia asked.
Luca nodded. “How'd you know about that?”
“Alberto told me,” she replied. “He did the same thing as you once, it was pretty hilarious.”
Struggling to imagine his best friend accidentally lying on top of his fake tail, Luca couldn't help but laugh as well.
“Giuls!” A voice came from down the hall. “Time to go to bed, now.”
“Okay,” Giulia called back to her. “Buona notte, Mamma!”
“Buona notte!” Luca chimed in.
The two lay back down on their beds. “Don't worry,” Giulia whispered. “We don't have to sleep just yet.”
“But your mom said-”
“It's fine,” Giulia reassured him. “Look!”
She flicked a switch next to her bed and suddenly the ceiling lit up. Flashing with spinning constellations, the black ceiling lined with sardines—stars, Luca reminded himself— almost made it seem like they were outside.
Luca's mouth opened in astonishment. “What is this?!”
“It's just light shining on the ceiling!” Giulia explained. “The patterns look like constellations—there's Monoceros, see?”
Luca nodded, pointing to a line of three stars sitting next to each other. “What's that one?”
“That's Orion's belt! Some people think that it's the belt of some giant hunter that lived long ago.”
“Wow…” Luca said sleepily. The endless spinning of the lights above him was starting to make him tired. As Giulia continued to talk about the constellations, her eyes alight with excitement, Luca's own eyes began to flicker closed, sending him into a deep sleep.

Hey Moss, is this your only writing forum or do you have another for non-JWC writing? Please contact me back on my profile.

Daily for the 12th/13th!! MUST SUBMIT IN ONE MINUTE AHHH

Have you ever felt like you were being watched in the middle of the night, but turned around only to see nothing? The phantom creature stalking you may well have been the komoderfly, a flying monstrosity known to come out only at night. The komoderfly's lizard-like head gives this avian creature an affinity for insects, and its enormous black wings provide adequate camouflage for it against the night sky. Beware the two massive eyes painted on its wings, which may make you assume this creature is much bigger than it really is. In truth, the komoderfly, from scaly head to long, fuzzy, wavy tail, only measures up to seven inches. Its wings make up for its shrimpy size, however—the komoderfly's wingspan has been known to surpass three feet! Despite these massive wings, the creatures don't have enough strength to fly for long periods of time; they mostly glide and rarely flap their wings. Because of the owl eyes painted on their wings, komoderflies are often assumed to have evolved from the peacock butterfly, but they are in fact descended from a much more popular winged lizard—you guessed it—the pterodactyl. Komoderflies have never been spotted in large groups, but families, consisting of parents and up to five offspring, are often found lurking around the city. Though they do live in the city, komoderflies prefer to take up residence in the greener areas of town—parks, beaches, woodland areas, and fields are all viable habitats for them. Within these places, komoderflies find their homes in large hollowed out trees and abandoned bird nests. Komoderflies' wavy tails allow them to clamp onto thick branches, and they sometimes fall asleep while hanging from trees in this manner. Though these creatures' diet mostly consists of insects, they also eat berries, leaves, food scraps, and, on occasion, human flesh.

Next main cabin daily! I wrote to the wonderful characters of the story I wrote for NaNoWriMo in July 2020.

Dear Shadow Mage team (Elias, Jess, Kel, and the rest of the gang), I hope you've all been doing well! I've kind of forgotten about you, I'm so sorry. I hope that you know how much fun I had spending one month and fifteen thousand words in your world, it was so fun to see what you were up to! After July, though, I pretty much forgot about you and your story. Imagine my surprise when I checked up on you and saw what you'd been doing for the past year.
Elias, I'm so proud of you! You finally made it out of your home, and you're still connected with all the friends you've made. You started using your magic more openly and helped spread awareness of Etheri around the world. I told you that would be a good thing to do with your life, I'm so glad you listened.
Jess, Kayden, and Xander, thanks for sticking with Elias. I know he can be annoying at times, but I'm glad you all let him be part of the team.
Ariana… you had a pretty awful start, but I'm glad you ended up where you are. Helping Elias to spread knowledge of Etheri is a really noble thing to do, I'm happy that you decided to join him.
Matthias, Fran, and Amber, our wonderful villains! It's too bad that you haven't changed much since July, I hope you haven't been getting in TOO many heros' ways since we saw you last.
And, finally, Kel. You were my favorite since the start, I don't know why you kept yourself hidden for so long! I know that you'll make a great ruler in the end, it's great that you're traveling through your kingdom and getting to know your eventual subjects first.
Wishing you all the best as you move into the new year,
Moss

More dailies…

Okay so I got the name Isla! It means island, and is commonly used for girls. It's pronounced Eye-la, I always thought it was Is-la! So because I'm being unoriginal, she lives on an island. But maybe not a typical island? Instead of a tropical island, on a cold island. Maybe near Alaska? Yeah. So she lives on an island of Alaska, and she hates it. Her dream is to move to a warmer place, because she hates everything to do with cold and winter. Snow, hot chocolate, sledding, and skiing are all unappealing to her because she's lived in a snowy place for so long.
She also needs a personality! She's loyal to her friends, but the goal of getting off the island is greater than all the love she could possibly have for them. When she sets her mind on something, she gets really determined to accomplish it, which is sometimes not as good as you might think. She's really self centered, but still friendly. Her favorite animal is a flamingo, she thinks the color is funny. She has a lot of coat pockets that are constantly full of random junk that she finds outside. She's not very funny and rarely understands other peoples jokes. For fun she likes sitting indoors with the heater pumping, reading nonfiction books or researching the many topics she's interested in.
What else does a character need? Hmmm a family? Her parents are older and moved to this island because they loved adventure, they don't want to move away despite their daughter's protests. She has a younger sister who LOVES snow, she thinks that the sister just hasn't been alive long enough to understand how terrible and annoying it can be. Her sister is maybe 5 or 6, and Isla is 15 or 16. They have a dog named Thomas.

Yet another daily…

I woke up to Izzy licking my face, “Good morning Moss!!” she shouted into my ear. I pushed her away before realizing…
“You can talk!?” I sit up in my bed, and she leaps for my face again.
“Of course!” she yelps, scrabbling at my shirt.
I shrug, a bit curious but too tired to care, and get up, Izzy running next to me as I make my way downstairs. I pour myself a bowl of cereal, and as I sit down to eat, Izzy and Milo join me.
Staring pitifully up at me, Milo whined, “Can I have a bite?”
I sigh. “Dogs can't eat cereal,” I respond.
Izzy reaches her paws up to my seat, stretching cutely. “Come on, Moss!”
Suddenly, Milo's ears perk up. He immediately spins and rushes towards the door, yelling “DOG! DOG! DOG! DOG!” as he goes.
His high-pitched cries are somehow even more annoying than his usual barks, especially when Izzy joins him. She jumps up onto the windowsill, howling, “Come play, Dog!!”
I sigh, getting up and walking the the window. I slam the shades shut, and Izzy stares up at me.
“I just wanted to play…” she whines.
“I can't even eat my breakfast when you're yelling like that!” I exclaim. “Maybe you can be a bit quieter?”
Izzy nods slowly, jumping from the windowsill to the ground, her tail tucked between her legs.
I can't help but feel sorry for her, and I make sure to give her extra scratches behind her ears as I make my way back to my breakfast.
After I eat, it's time to start my schoolwork, and, of course, the dogs want to sit on Mama's lap while she reads the lesson.
Jumping up, Izzy settles into the place of honor, leaving Milo sitting dejectedly on the ground.
“Come here, Milo,” I lift up the little black dog onto my lap.
“But I wanted to sit with mama…” he groans, but nevertheless curls up on my lap.
Of course, the dogs don't stay quiet for long. Within a minute, Izzy sits back up, perking her ears up at some unintelligible sign from out the window. “Don't you dare come near my house,” she begins to growl.
Milo, however, is passed out on my lap. When Izzy barks, he lifts a paw up and bats at her weakly. “Be quiet, I'm trying to sleep…”
“But Milo!” Izzy barks. “Someone's out there!”
“Outside?” Milo springs from his seat on my legs, jumping down from his chair despite my protests and leaping onto the windowsill, Izzy alongside him. Together, they manage to stick their noses through the blinds, noticing the Amazon delivery truck outside.
“HE WAS IN OUR YARDDDD!” Izzy exclaims.
“NOOOO!” Milo yelps. “WE'VE FAILED!!!”
Of course, their loud cries are annoying, and Mama throws some treats on the ground to calm them.
“TREAATS!!!” Izzy leaps from her perch, searching for the meaty bits on the dark wood floor. “Where are they? Milo! Where'd they go?!”
Slightly slower, Milo jumps from the window, using his powerful snout to sniff out all five of the treats, leaving none for Izzy. She groans, walking over to Mama, who's holding the treat jar.
“Can I have one?” she asks, and almost before Mama's treat-bearing hand reaches her, she's jumped up to tackle it, chewing contentedly. “Thank you!!” she wags her tail eagerly.

My third weekly!! I'm so glad I managed to get it done! I really enjoyed writing the story, I'll probably continue it soon :D

Part one- 332 words
Backstory- So my character is a superhero named Brooke. She's an omnichrome, meaning she can change the colors of things that she sees. She was born with this power, her parents were very concerned for her. She is a good student and believes she can do anything she sets her mind to, making her very confident. She's had a pretty easy life, she is happy with the way things turned out for her. She doesn't think she's a very interesting person, but she's happy to have made friends in spite of that. She's an introvert but feels like she has to act super happy and be talkative all the time.
Core beliefs- She loves her friends and believes that the people that you meet in your life are more important than anything else, and she needs to do everything that she can to stay connected with them. She believes that everyone has great potential and she loves helping people achieve it.
How emotional- She has very strong emotions. She is easily angered, but it takes her a relatively short time to cool down. She is generally happy and loves making others happy along with her. When she feels strong emotion, the world around her changes color to match how she is feeling. Being surrounded by that color can sometimes make others near her share that emotion.
How do others see them- Everyone thinks that she's very hyper, but she isn't really. She talks in an endless flow of questions and suggestions. At home, though, she's really the opposite of the emotions she shows to her friends. She's quiet and doesn't like being a leader, but she doesn't feel like that's the right thing to do.
Talents- She's really determined, but she is kind and caring when she needs to be. She's good at making people laugh and making friends. She excels at most subjects in school, especially the more creative ones. She's not the best in her class, but she's often close.


Part two- 200 words
Motivations- Her goal in this story is going to be to save the world with her superpowers! Haha no. All she wants to save is her cat. Unfortunately, the cat is staying a few hours away with a friend. Her goal in life, though, is always to meet new, interesting people and become one of those interesting people herself.
What is keeping them from their goal- The thing keeping her from her short term goal is her parents. A fifteen-year-old isn't really allowed to travel so far away by herself, and her parents
Priorities- The people in her life!! Her friends and family are more important than anything else. She doesn't care so much for material things, she knows that she'll be happy as long as she has the people.
Character arc- Her journey is about saving her cat, but her internal journey will lead to her realizing that she is a very interesting and fun person, that's why her friends like her. She will begin traveling to find her friend, but meet someone new along the way. This person somehow sees her true self, she realizes that she doesn't have to keep up her facade of being ‘more interesting’.


Part three- 1012 words
Brooke grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder and carefully cracking the window open. She jumped out the short drop to the ground and began to walk away from the house. She pulled her black sweatshirt more tightly around her—it was really annoying to keep it black instead of blue or pink, but she could do it—and hurried down the street.
She checked her phone, Google Maps still said she was heading in the right direction. She hadn't really considered what she would do after getting to the freeway, though. Hopefully she'd be fine.
She looked back at her home. She loved her family—of course she did—but sometimes they were wrong. They said she didn't have enough time to get her ca, but they didn't know how much she needed her. Ever since Fluffers went to stay two hours away—at least a 12 hour walk, according to her phone—she had really missed her. Her parents didn't love Fluffers to begin with, so she guessed they might even be happy to be rid of her.
She sighed, clenching the strap of her bag tighter as she marched down the street. She was still within sight of home, if her parents had only let her use the car, she'd be halfway there by now! Well, maybe not halfway. At least she would be farther than this.
But, unfortunately, this was the only option she had left.
Continuing down the street, she finally made her way to the nd of the block, turning despite the directions urging her to do otherwise, only to be out of sight of home.
She quickened her pace as the first rays of sun peeked out from behind the trees, signalling the time her dad got out of bed. Luckily, the fact that she woke up late would buy her some extra time.
She could feel a bit of uncertainty inside herself, but she pushed it away. Brooke was in no way an uncertain person. At least, that's what she told herself.
Already, her feet were getting tired, and she was only a few blocks away. How would she take twelve hours of this?? She really should have walked more in preparation. But wait. There was no preparation. She had decided to do this only two days before, and, not being much of a planner, forced herself to do it tonight before she lost her nerves.
She saw another dark figure walking across the street and kept to her side, careful of strangers like her parents had always told her.
Bright lights shone ahead, marking the 24-hour corner market. She wanted to keep going, but the cool thing to do would be to get a chocolate for the road. Despite her inner self protesting, she strolled into the store, going to her favorite aisle and picking out a milky way bar. She slapped it on the counter along with a five-dollar bill, tapping her feet while the tired-looking cashier floated a pile of change from the register into her hand. A telekinetic. Good choice for a market.
“Thanks!” she called behind her as she left the market, her voice already muffled by chocolate and thick caramel.
She barely saw the cashier nod back at her out of the corner of her eye before she was outside, breathing in the fresh morning air for what felt like the first time.
The loud bell from the market's door suddenly rang, startling her. She spun around to see another girl about her age.
“Oh. Hi,” she said with a small smile.
“Hey,” the other girl replied. “What're you doing?”
“You mean now? Or where am I going?”
She shrugged.
“I'm going to Ashton, to get Fluffers.”
“What's a Fluffers?” the other girl asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
“My cat,” she clarified. “She's living with a friend in Ashton, and my parents wouldn't let me use the car, so I'm walking.”
“At four am?”
She nodded frantically. “Well, uh, better start while the sun's high!”
The girl nodded knowingly, and Brooke's cheeks began to burn, but she quickly tried changed them back into their normal color, accidentally going a bit too light, her entire face noe almost white.
“Are you an omnichrome?” the girl blinked at Brooke's color-changing face. “I've never seen that power before. Pretty cool!”
“Thanks,” Brooke said with a grin.
“Hey, do you want a ride to Ashton?” the other girl gestured to a car sitting in the street. “I can drive you.”
“Really?” Brooke perked up, pushing aside the dangers that came with climbing into a random person's car.
“Yep,” she replied. “Come on in!”
The small car beeped invitingly, and the other girl swung a door open for Brooke. She peered inside. It was really small, there probably wasn't any room for random murd3r3rs to hide inside.
Shrugging, she hopped in, the other girl climbing into the drivers seat on the other side.
“So, what's your name?” Brooke asked her.
“Sarah,” she replied. “How about you?”
“I'm Brooke,” she said. “I'm an omnichrome, as you know, and I'm fifteen.”
“I'm sixteen,” Sarah responded.
“Cool!” said Brooke. “What's your power?”
“I don't like sharing it with people I just met.”
“Oh,” Brooke said dejectedly, mind racing with possibilities of what her power could be. Was she a telepath? Was she reading Brooke's mind RIGHT NOW??
“ARE YOU A TELEPATH?” Brooke yelled.
Sarah looked at her, a bemused expression on her face. “No. I promise you, it's much less exciting than that.”
“Oh,” Brooke looked down, curling her hands together. “Are you a telekinetic?”
She shook her head.
“A… levitator?”
“Stop guessing!” Sarah finally laughed.
“You're totally a levitator,” Brooke nodded sagely.
“I'm trying to drive!” Sarah chuckled.
Brooke stealthily checked her phone's map, making sure they were heading in the right direction. She smiled, noticing that Ashton was getting closer by the minute.
“So, what are you doing out at,” Brooke glanced at the clock, “4:30 in the morning?”
She shrugged. “Just driving around, nothing really.”
“Okay…” Brooke replied, not quite believing her.

Final total is 1544 words! Thanks for the fun weekly, Mayhem!!

In-cabin weekly for Snooze <33

Hey everyone, welcome to Snooze cabin's one and only in-cabin weekly! It's not much writing but it earns you a lot of pillows, so it's a perfect way to get your matching pfp before the month ends!
For this weekly, we're going to be working on writing in different genres. You might remember at the beginning of the month I asked you your favorite and least favorite genres—this is why! Every camper will get a different challenge asking them to write in a genre they're not used to. This may seem a little daunting, but I'm here to help if you need feedback, motivation, or prompts.
Writing in different genres is a great way to expand your writing skills! Even if you aren't super excited about it, I'd definitely recommend trying this weekly out. You can combine genres that you like with the ones you're challenged to write, (for example you could write a fantasy-sci-fi story) but make sure that the main genre is the one you were challenged to write.

On to the challenges!
Mar- Hey Mar! I see your least favorite genres are contemporary and sci-fi, so I'd like you to write a short story combining both of those genres.
Maia- Hi Maia! Your challenge is to write either a nonfiction piece researching a sci-fi topic or a sci-fi short story.
Cloudy- Hey Cloudy! Your challenge is to write a mystery set in a sci-fi environment
Pup- Hi Pup! Your challenge is pretty simple, just write a historical fiction story! It can be set in any time period of your choice, as long as it's at least 100 years ago.
Eri- Hi Erin! Your challenge is to write a nonfiction piece about anything you choose, but make sure it's a really interesting topic to you.
Ly- Hey Ly! I saw your least favorite genres are hi-fi and mythology, you can pick either of those (or a combination of them!) to write in.
Charlie- Hi Charlie! Your challenge is to write a horror story. If it turns out to be funny, that's totally fine, but try your best to make it a bit scary
Cocoa- Hey Cocoa! Your challenge is to write a scary story set in a historical time period! Again, it doesn't have to be super scary, but try your best
Wizzle- Hey Wizzle! Your challenge is to find someone who is inspiring to you and write about their life. It can be anyone you'd like
stxrri-skiesss- Hello! I didn't get an answer from you, but if you see this I'd like you to write a sci-fi story.
Lillian- Hey Lillian! Your challenge is to write a creative nonfiction piece! It can be about anything you'd like, but try your best to use vivid imagery to make your writing interesting!
Dreamii_Fire- Hi! Your message said you like writing in all genres, so I'm going to challenge you to wrote 100 words in ten different genres
Moss- Heyyy me!! I said at the beginning of the month that my least favorite genre was sci-fi, so I shall force myself to write some sci-fi.

Make sure your story is at least 1000 words! Good luck everyone!!

mossflower29 wrote:

In-cabin weekly for Snooze <33

Hey everyone, welcome to Snooze cabin's one and only in-cabin weekly! It's not much writing but it earns you a lot of pillows, so it's a perfect way to get your matching pfp before the month ends!
For this weekly, we're going to be working on writing in different genres. You might remember at the beginning of the month I asked you your favorite and least favorite genres—this is why! Every camper will get a different challenge asking them to write in a genre they're not used to. This may seem a little daunting, but I'm here to help if you need feedback, motivation, or prompts.
Writing in different genres is a great way to expand your writing skills! Even if you aren't super excited about it, I'd definitely recommend trying this weekly out. You can combine genres that you like with the ones you're challenged to write, (for example you could write a fantasy-sci-fi story) but make sure that the main genre is the one you were challenged to write.

On to the challenges!
Mar- Hey Mar! I see your least favorite genres are contemporary and sci-fi, so I'd like you to write a short story combining both of those genres.
Maia- Hi Maia! Your challenge is to write either a nonfiction piece researching a sci-fi topic or a sci-fi short story.
Cloudy- Hey Cloudy! Your challenge is to write a mystery set in a sci-fi environment
Pup- Hi Pup! Your challenge is pretty simple, just write a historical fiction story! It can be set in any time period of your choice, as long as it's at least 100 years ago.
Eri- Hi Erin! Your challenge is to write a nonfiction piece about anything you choose, but make sure it's a really interesting topic to you.
Ly- Hey Ly! I saw your least favorite genres are hi-fi and mythology, you can pick either of those (or a combination of them!) to write in.
Charlie- Hi Charlie! Your challenge is to write a horror story. If it turns out to be funny, that's totally fine, but try your best to make it a bit scary
Cocoa- Hey Cocoa! Your challenge is to write a scary story set in a historical time period! Again, it doesn't have to be super scary, but try your best
Wizzle- Hey Wizzle! Your challenge is to find someone who is inspiring to you and write about their life. It can be anyone you'd like
stxrri-skiesss- Hello! I didn't get an answer from you, but if you see this I'd like you to write a sci-fi story.
Lillian- Hey Lillian! Your challenge is to write a creative nonfiction piece! It can be about anything you'd like, but try your best to use vivid imagery to make your writing interesting!
Dreamii_Fire- Hi! Your message said you like writing in all genres, so I'm going to challenge you to wrote 100 words in ten different genres
Moss- Heyyy me!! I said at the beginning of the month that my least favorite genre was sci-fi, so I shall force myself to write some sci-fi.

Good luck everyone!!

Moss great in-cabin weekly! Just a quick question how long does the short story have to be??