So, I hate staying up late. Hate it. I also love sleeping. So, you can predict that I'm NOT staying up until midnight today! Nope! My family is going to be cutting a cake tomorrow which is exciting. It's half chocolate and half vanilla! My two favorite cake flavors. Anyways, I'm also starting up my new bullet journal! I'm trying to stay organized (for once), and figure out how to improve my mood/productivity. I really hope this helps, and if you have any tips I'd love to hear them. Also, New Year's has to do with New Year's Resolutions, right? Well, yes. Typically, my family has never done them. My father has also stressed the idea of just making goals as you go on in life, and to not wait for a certain date. Well, that's about it. My New Year's has never been exciting-really it's just celebrating the earth making a full turn around the sun. Bye!


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My goal for 2022 is to get motivated! Seriously! Getting motivated to write has been really difficult for me for some reason. I don't know why. I think it's just where I'm sitting. I sit in my library room. It's really not the most “cool” or a place you can get inspiration from. So, I made a new plan! Everyday, I'll try to write for about 25-30 minutes a daily-at least. Everyday, I'll try a new place in my house. Like my living room, kitchen, and dining room. I hope the new area motivates me to create, and I won't feel so trapped into one area (if that makes any sense!). For me, I feel like creativity sparks randomly. So, a new room/area would probably inspire me a lot, haha. Also, another one of my goals! I want ot draw at least 2-3 times a week. Even if it's small or not the prettiest thing ever, I want to still motivate myself to make and create. I guess you could say my goals are all around motivating myself more creatively! Honestly, 2021 was not the best productivity-wise for most of the year (except for the end). Honestly, I procrastinated wayy too much, and I really want to better myself on that in 2022. Hey, that's my third goal! Anyways, that's all my goals for 2022 (for now!).

Daily Snooze Cabin 1/1/2022

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Main cabin daily 1/2/2022

Traveling through time was all fun and games until…one of us got stuck.

“Sophie! Sophie! Wait for me!” giggled my best friend Julie.
I grabbed the teleportation gun tightly and pressed the top button on the cylinder base. Teleport to Disney World in 1999! I laughed as I found myself spinning through the short tunnel to get to Disney World. I landed on my face when I finally got there.
“Julie!” I called. "Come on! We're here!
I searched the hectic area. Where is she? She should be right next to me. Teleporting before never brought us any trouble. I shot another teleportation hole with my gun and jumped in. I had to search for Julie. This time, I chose somewhere far away-the Moon in 1200-so the time in the tunnel would be longer. Maybe she was stuck there. It would end pretty badly when I actually got to the Moon, though.
“Julie!” I shouted.
Where could she possibly be? I heard a slight voice coming from in front of me. Was that Julie's voice?
“Help! Help!” the voice got louder and louder as I travelled farther.
“Is it you, Julie?” I asked, feeling myself grow nervous.
I got no response. Finally I got to where Julie was stuck. Her entire left leg was trapped in a coil at the end of the tunnel. I stared frantically at her typically pale skin transformed into a lobster red. Her skin seemed to get more red by the second.
“What happened?” I asked frantically as I scanned her stuck leg.
“I…I don't know. To be honestwith whoever you are, I don't remember anything. And..where am I?” asked Julie nervously.
This was much worse than I though. My mother who gave me my teleportation gun told me about this. If one was badly cursed from a demon, they would be trapped in the tunnel in forever pain, and they would have no memory. Julie, my best friend, was stuck here forever. I've known her my whole life…how could this have happened. Why was she cursed like this? I would give anything to switch places with her. Tears formed in my eyes.
Julie looked at me for a long moment and asked, “Why are you crying?”
“You're..you're..you're stuck here in pain for eternity,” I choked through my tears
Julie blinked and replied, “Why do you care, though?”
I started crying harder. I couldn't bear seeing the most caring person I've met in my entire life have her memory and love to everyone stripped away like this. I shook my head and tried to wipe my tears away, but they still came.
“I must make this right.” I told Julie.
She watched me as I teleported to my attic in 2022. I searched through the large pile of boxes filled to the brim with books. Ancient books. They were books with spells and magic. I desprately searched through the boxes for the book I was looing for: Advanced Curses After a tiresome search, I found the book. I wiped the thick coat of dust from the green cover. I flipped through the book. Dust clouds jumped from each page as I flipped through it. I found the page I was looking for. It was all about transferring curses from person to person. I grabbed the book and my teleportation gun. Time to fix everything. I shot the gun into the Moon 1200, again. After a rather long ride, I got to where Julie was stuck.
“Why'd you come back? And why do you have that book?” asked Julie as she shifted her glance from my face and my book.
“I told you. I need to make it right.” I explained to her for the second time.
She furrowed her eyebrows as if I said something peculiar. I truley didn't. I closed my eyes and started chanting. I chanted for 20 minutes. Finally, i felt my body getting swapped with Julie's.
Wait.
What was I doing?
Why am I stuck?
Why am I in so much pain?
This random girl looked at me and this weird book dropped on the ground.
She started weeping.
“You shouldn't have. Why did you do this?”


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Snooze Cabin Daily 1/2/2022
TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD IS MENTIONED

“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Of course I'm not!” spat Julie,“What do you expect from someone bleeding on the sidewalk?”
The boy looked at Julie. Her black legging was ripped right at the knee.
“Jeez, I was just trying to help.” he replied.
Julie narrowed her eyes and yelled, “Help me already! Don't leave me here to die!”
The boy rolled his eyes, and then sternly stared at the hurt girl.
“You should be more grateful.” he told her.
Julie stared at him, confused. Suddenly, his eyes turned completely black, and he walked a few steps. After that, he disappeared into the mist. Julie's eyes widened and gawked at the place where the boy was just standing.
“What happened to him? Why did he say I should be more grateful?” she wondered aloud.
Just then, her best friend Sophie came biking down the sidewalk.
“Julie! What's wrong? Let me fix you up,” said Julie.
Quick, act kind and generous!
“I fell,” said Julie, half distracted.
That was not a good act. I'm better than this! She was still confused on what happened to that boy. Why did he just disappear? Where'd he go? More and more questions rushed Julie's mind as she watched Sophie clean her wound and add bandages to it.
“There,” started Sophie, “you're all fixed up!”
“Oh, you shouldn't have!” lied Julie.
I'm glad I got something out of you.
“Want to go teleporting?” asked Sophie.
"I think I'm going to go home. My leg really hurts. Don't let me spoil your fun, though! You can still go,“ Julie smiled.
Sophie nodded and offered to take Julie on Sophie's bike to Julie's house. Julie stalled a bit until Sophie insisted on taking her. Finally, Sophie took Julie back to her house.
”Thanks!“ said Julie as she waved the Sophie.
Julie went inside and rushed to find her great grandmother. She was nowhere in sight.
”Great Grandmother! Get over to the kitchen this insant!“ demanded Julie.
Her great grandmother rolled over in her wheelchair.
”Yes, dear?" her great grandmother asked,
Julie explained what happened with the strange boy. Her great grandmother's eyes grew large in shock. Why is she looking at me like that?
“You are in danger with demons. You will pay a price,” explained her great grandmother.
Every word she said shook with emphasis and importance. Julie was in a truley terrible situation where she could do nothing to fix it.


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Main Cabin Daily 1/3/2022

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD MENTIONED

I was at Siobodan Volaric. The breeze was very gentle, and I let it blow through my long brown hair. I smiled with my teeth. Yay, my braces were working!
“Wanna climb up that mountain?” asked my friend, Sarah.
“It's more of a hlil,” I corrected her.
Sarah nodded in agreement. We reached the hill, and suddenly the breeze got stronger and stronger.
“Should we back out?” Sarah wondered out loud.
I shook my head and replied calmly, “No, I think we can still get to the top if we try hard enough.”
Sarah nodded slowly as if she didn't believe me. But, we went anyways. We both decided to start walking up the hilll. It was very simple at first. The hill was not steep at all, so we had a breeze getting up. We got pretty high up the hill. Suddenly, a huge breeze came from seemingly out of nowhere. Sarah stumbled around the hill.
“Sarah!” I shouted as I watched her struggle.
I grabbed her hand, but I was too late. A huge wind from behind us came. I screamed so loudly that even my own ears got hurt because of it. I slipped of the land I was standing on, and we both started to tumble down the hill. I fell onto Sarah, and I ended up kicking her in the face. I really feel bad for doing that. Ouch. Then we tumbled some more, and Sarah accidentally punched my forehead. I grunted in pain, but all the rocks ripping up my clothes and skin was painful enough. I looked down at my leg, and I saw a large gash bleeding. That's not good.." Eventually, we got the bottom of the hill. We were both exhausted from our trek.
“Let's not ever do that again,” said Sarah and I at the same time.


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1/3/2022 Main Cabin Daily

Trivia fact: Alexander Graham Bell, who invented the telephone in 1876, suggested answering calls with “ahoy.”
Note: this is a fictional story. No part (except for Alexander Graham Bell, who invented the telephone) is nonfictional in any way.

I opened my eyes from a dream. I shifted myself on my bed. My phone rang. I stared at the pink phone case and yawned. It was 7:00 AM. Why would anyone be calling me now? I grabbed the phone from my nightstand and looked at it. It was a bunch of numbers, so it wasn’t anyone in my contacts. Huh. I didn’t think much of it when I pressed ‘answer.’
“Ahoy!” said the person on the line.
I sighed. It was so stupid that everyone had to say ‘ahoy’ when they answered the phone. Actually, we just started saying ‘ahoy’ all the time now! We’re not pirates!
“Ahoy,” I replied reluctantly.
“I’m Gaby on a new number. Just add this. Thanks bye!”
I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I just couldn’t get over saying ‘ahoy’! Gaby cut the call, and I swiftly added her new contact in. I got out of bed and went downstairs since I was ready for breakfast.
“Ahoy!” said my father as he prepared the table.
I half-smiled back and sat down.
“Why the long face?” my father asked, perplexed.
“I’m not sad. Just annoyed. Why do we always say ‘ahoy’ when we start a conversation?” I explained.
My father nodded as if he understood how I felt.
“Truly,” he started, “The term ‘ahoy’ has a rich history.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Really?” I asked.
My father nodded and replied, “Yes! Do you want to hear it as you eat?”
I nodded excitedly as my father pushed a plate of waffles towards me.
“Back in 1778, Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone. After that, something one could call a revolt occurred. It was not a revolt over..well..something important. It was a revolt about communication. Let’s start this story from the start. Languages back then was very loose and unruly compared to how it is now. There were no grammar rules, no formalities, and certainly no strict pronunciations. The language would naturally shift from area to area and time period to time period. It was normal then. But, some young students thought otherwise. There were three people named Mary, Anna, and Emma. The three of them were from different states. One day, they all met each other. They attempted to communicate, but it was far more than difficult. It was confusing and impossible. Eventually, they got a general grasp of what the other was saying, but they realized there was a problem with communication! They devised a plan to create strict rules and words for the English language. They also decided it would be far too complicated to have dialects at all, so they formed one greeting word and one word of leaving. It was just to be as simple as possible. Shortly after they had all the rules and phrases done, the telephone came out. It was NOTHING like telephones and phones today! Anyways, the girls thought it was their chance to enforce the new communication since now people could talk to people across the country! So, they proposed to the mayor their idea. At first, he disagreed. The mayor believed that language should live freely and loosely as it did. The girls disagreed and explained to him how differently the language varied from state to state. Eventually, they got the mayor to agree. Soon, they talked to the governor. Several more political officers later, they talked to the president. The president agreed to these rules and strictly enforced them. That’s how we have language today!”

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Main Cabin Weekly #1

TRIGGER WARNING: ALCOHOL AND KIDNAPPING


First Person
I sat at a table at this stupid party Melinda forced me to go to. I really didn’t want to go to this party. Seriously, these kids have the worst reputation and are notorious for beating people up. I glanced around to see Melinda playing ping pong with one of the girls. Does she want to join their ‘group’? I hope not. After they finished their game of ping pong, I went up to Melinda.
I asked her, “Want to leave the party?”
“Of course you do, Charlotte,” she snorted.
I frowned, “Come on.”
Melinda groaned and ended up agreeing. Melinda and I were already at the front door and ready to leave this wretched party. Abruptly, the host Vanessa stopped us.
“Why y'all leaving so early? It only be 10! Stay for a while,” she told us through her slurred voice.
I narrowed my eyes in confusion. Why was she behaving like that? Wait, I think I figured it out. I shot a quick glance to Melinda, hoping she would agree to leave the party.
“Sure, we’ll stay another hour or two. No problem,” responsed Melinda calmly.
“Why did you say that!” I hissed at Melinda once Vanessa left us alone.
Melinda simply glared at me and said, “It was the right thing to do.”
I rolled my eyes and whisper-yelled at her, “She was clearly drunk! They’re serving alcohol at an eight grade graduation party! Have you lost your mind?!”
“No one forced you to do anything! Stop being a mope. I’m going to go play a game.” argued Melinda as she stormed away.
I was left all alone, and I had no one to talk to at all. This party was already going bad, but now it just got worse. I sighed, trying to let my frustration out. I turned to my left, the opposite direction of where Melindaa went, and I saw a table of snacks and red cups filled with a golden liquid. That was probably beer. I grabbed a cracker displayed on an orange plate in the center of the table.
Vanessa smiled, “Glad you stayeddd..ayed..”
Her eyes seemed to glitter and glaze.
“Take…take..a glass,” she offered.
“I’m good. It’s fine,” I explained.
Vanessa frowned and screeched, “NO, YOU TAKE IT!”
Vanessa threw a cup at me. I dodged to the side and watched the cup hit a girl named Wanda in the forehead. She was as drunk as ever and jumped onto the table. Wanda then jumped off and tackled Vanessa. They fought on the ground as the reset of the table nervously stared at each other. One of the boys stood up and howled like a wolf. I got really confused and tried to walk out of the room. Vanessa abruptly stopped fighting. Vanessa got up and locked eyes with me.
“She started it!” Vanessa said in her even more slurred speech.
Wanda got up as well and tackled me.
“What’s wrong with you!” I said as I tried to throw punches.
“You! You freak!” Wanda said as she grabbed a syringe.
My eyes grew in fear as she jabbed my arm. Suddenly everything went black.


I opened my eyes. I looked around and realized I was in a moving car.
I said, “Help me! Where am I? Get me out!” but all my words were muffled through the cloth shoved in my mouth, and it was also wrapped around my neck.
I started hyperventilating. I struggled, and I noticed that my hands were handcuffed behind my back, and my ankles were stuck together because of handcuffs. I tried to calm myself down, but it was nearly impossible. I was cramped in the trunk of a car, and I felt like I had no room to think or breathe. I kicked the wall in front of me as an attempt to get somebody’s attention.
“What ya doin?” I heard Wanda. “Shut it back there you piece of garbage!”
“Wanda!” I screeched through the cloth in my mouth. “What are you doing to me! Where are you taking me!”
I saw Wanda turn her head to watch me.
“Why should you care! Shut it,” Wanda hissed.
“TELL ME!” I yelled, my voice muffled.
“You’re just getting taken to the top. They’ll know what to do with you.” explained Wanda.
Truly that explanation didn’t make sense. As a reaction to that, I screamed and thrashed around the trunk of the car. Wanda narrowed her eyes at me and grabbed another syringe.
“That’s it,” she said.
I felt the syringe pierce my skin. I stared up at the roof of the van as the world around me started to turn black.

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Second Person

The party seems to just disappear as you listen to what Wanda just told you.
“What have you done?” you ask frantically after Wanda just explained what she did to Charlotte. Wanda frowns.
“I did what was necessary. You wouldn’t understand, simple fool. It’s much too complicated for your simple brain,” Wanda explains tartly.
“No, I do understand! You kidnapped someone! Why are you trying to warrant that!” you shriek as your frustration wells higher than you can handle. You burst into an angry scream since you are too enraged to think.
Wanda slits her eyes and says, “Whatever folks these days think. Moderners.”
You sigh and groan as you listen to Wanda’s seemingly forever speech about ‘people these days’. She sounds more like your grandmother than anything.
“Can you explain why you did what you did, though? Please,” you beg to Wanda as calmly as you can.
Still, anger is forming from deep inside you with every passing second.
“Fine,” starts Wanda, “I’ll tell you. On one condition.”
“Anything!” you exclaim desperately.
“You tell no one ‘bout this. Especially not the police. It’s the inside work, okay?” she explains to you.
You stiffen and start to feel tense. You realize this was definitely illegal, and you could get in serious trouble for informing the police. You shake your head as a plan forms into your mind. You quickly grab your phone and press some buttons. Wanda observes you, but she does not question you at all.
“I promise,” you lie.
You weren’t the best liar, and you could only hope you seemed convincing.
Wanda slowly nodded and said, “Right. Now listen up.”
You shift closer towards Wanda. She quickly glanced around to make sure no one was listening to your conversation.
“Ok. It all started one day when the ol’ leader kept getting sick. Constantly. We didn’t know what was wrong with her until we took her to the doctor. They said that she needed a new kidney,” explains Wanda.
Your eyes enlarge in pure shock. You have a feeling you know what Wanda is going to say next.
“We needed a kidney soo, yea,” she finished.
“You’re REALLY insane!” you exclaim after you heard the story.
Wanda rolled her eyes so dramatically.
“As if,” she started. “There’s much worse going on in the inside you can’t even fathom.”
You quickly scan the entire party room. You notice Vanessa screaming and hollering maniacally. You try to think nothing of it, but you realize truly how drunk they are. You shake your head as if to clear your mind of what you just witnessed.
“Ok,” you start as you quickly glance around the room one more time, “Why don’t you take me to your, uhm, base?”
“Well, we do have to take Charlotte to the base. I guess you can come with us. Just don’t inform anyone-especially not the police-alright?” explained Wanda.
You nod hopefully as the peculiar girl guides you out of the party. You smile and nod to yourself as the two of you get closer and closer to the car. You realize this plan is going to work-it has to. It has to to save a life-or lives.

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Third Person

“Where am I!” Charlotte screeches through the cloth that's shoved tightly in her mouth, and it is wrapped around her neck.
The confused girl trashes in an attempt to break the handcuffs on her hands and feet.
“Let me go!” she yells.
Charlotte hears nothing. Not even a creak in the seemingly old building. She sighs. Charlotte shuts her eyes tight and tries to remember what got herself into this disaster. All the horrific memories crowd her mind. Charlotte shakes her head as if it would push all that trauma away. She feels warm tears rush down her cold, red cheeks. Why am I here? She thinks desperately. Suddenly, Charlotte hears a large banging on metal.
“Who are you?” Charlotte stutters desperately. “What, what, do you want? Don’t hurt me!”
A large section of the metal wall breaks off. Charlotte feels a cold shiver race down her spine, and she sees two people Charlotte doesn’t recognize.
“Who are you and who have you brung?” Charlotte shouts in shock and agony to find out who was just behind that wall.
A light turns on, and she sees that Wanda and someone else were standing there. Charlotte looks at the other person dumbfounded. The other person looks at Wanda and nods.
“All right,” the new person starts, “why don’t I unlock Charlotte over there.”
Wanda narrows her eyes and quickly replies, “Why? There’s no point. We can bring everyone here.”
The person shakes their head and say, “No, why would you want to make your fantastic crime be displayed in such a hideous room. I’ll just take her to the main living area. You go get the rest and take them there, alright?”
Wanda frowns. The two of them debate the topic for what feels like ages. Soon enough, they agree to the other person’s plan. The other person watched Wanda leave the room. They observe her until she is out of listening range. The person runs toward Charlotte.
“Alright,” they start, but the anxious girl quickly cuts them off.
“No!” she screeches. “Who are you? What do you want? Why weren’t you with Wanda earlier?”
The person rolls their eyes and explains, “There’s no time to explain this fully. Just call me Ash, okay?”
Ash shifts closer to Charlotte, and they whisper, “I’m here to get you out, you understand? I have all the evidence I need to get you rescued and to take this place down.”
Charlotte narrows her eyes as if she didn’t believe everything Ash just told her.
“How do I know that you’re not lying?” she asks.
Ash rolls her eyes and starts unlocking the handcuffs.
“Wanda’s fast. Like I said, I have zero time to explain to you what’s going on. If you want to live, come with me.” explains Ash as quickly and quietly as they possibly could.
“Where do we go?” the girl desperately asks as she moves her arms and legs.
“Follow me,” whispers Ash as they grab her wrist.
Charlotte awkwardly follows the strange person out of the room. She stumbles over her legs as she attempts to escape this…this prison? Charlotte shakes her head and watches Ash scan the hallway.
“Okay,” they whisper, “I’m going to let go of you, okay? Just follow me and do everything as I say. Remember, be quiet.”
She nods fervently. Ash guides them to the left. Outside the dingy room Charlotte was in, the place was very well decorated and extravagant. The hallway they walk down is decorated with bright red wallpaper with real gold accents. There are shelves that are studded with diamonds and topped with luxurious watches and jewelry. This place is really grand. She thinks.
Ash glares back at her and says, “Don’t gawk. Just move.”
The two of them hear voices.
“We need it fast..”
“I know. One of those girls is getting her immediately. We can start the operation as soon as we see her.”
“Right. Are you sure, though? You remember what happened to the last surgeons who failed, right?”
“How can anyone here forget?”
“Guys! Guys!” a familiar voice shouts.
It’s Wanda’s.
“Hello, Wanda. What is it?”
“Come quickly to the main room! You can see the girl we brought!”
“We?”
“Yes! This other person helped me. What was their name…oh yes Ash!”
“Very well. We’ll be right on our way.”
Ash curses under their breath.
“They’re coming our way,” Ash whispered quickly.
Ash grabs her wrist and shoves Charlotte into the closest room. Once we get in there, Charlotte realizes they were in a broom closet. But, even their broom closet was beautiful. The brooms are hooked onto a board made of real emeralds, and their vacuum cleaner is spotless.
Ash quickly glances around as she hears voices near and then leaves the room. They look through a peephole and nod.
“Time to go,” Ash whispered as she quietly opened up the door.
Ash and Charlotte walked down the hallway and then turned right. They saw a woman standing there, perplexed.
“You are Ash?” she asks as she eyes Ash.
“Yes, and this is the girl who's getting the surgery. She needs, uhm, a quick bathroom break?” they say as confidently as they could.
The woman nods and lets them proceed. Ash rushes the both of them into the bathroom.
“Ok,” they whisper. “I’m going to call the police now. Shush and only speak if they tell you.”
Charlotte nods and watches Ash call the cops. Charlotte hears that the police are coming soon.
Ash quickly glances around the beautiful bathroom, and then they say, “Time to escape.”
Charlotte follows Ash out of the room, and then the two of them bolt out of the building.
“Hey! They’re trying to escape!” shouts a man in a suit.
A group of members shout and speak in panic as they hear the news.
“Get them!” shouts one of them.
Ash shouts back at Charlotte, “Run! They’re coming!”
The two of them throw themselves out of the room. The police arrive and tell the girls to flee as fast as they can.
“Well, we’re safe now,” says Ash.

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Total 2,333 words.

Daily 1/11/2022

Tape. Honestly, it’s really useful! If something breaks that is rather cheap, someone could use tape to fix it up, and the item would be good as new! Well, not really. It won’t be just the same, but you get the idea, right? Also, tape is really versatile. You can use tape to pick up an animal’s (dog/cat) fur that’s stuck onto your shirt or other surfaces. No more breathing in a pet’s fur! Tape is also good for crafting. Actually, it’s really perfect for crafting. Duct tape is really, really useful for crafting. You can so, so many things out of duct tape! You can actually make BEAUTIFUL and functional jewelry out of it! You can make earrings, rings, or even necklaces if you think creatively! More and more amazing things about tape, right! Hmm, what other uses are there for tape? Well, tape is actually really versatile, so there are several uses for it. Did you know that you can make a bookmark out of tape (specifically duct tape)? Just simply cut out a square of cardboard or cardstock paper. Then, cover it up with duct tape. Fold the square in half, and then you get a super cool and cute corner bookmark! Tape truly is great!

These are really great! Do you by chance have another writing forum, like for non-JWC writing? If you do, please comment on my profile!

-DesVision- wrote:

These are really great! Do you by chance have another writing forum, like for non-JWC writing? If you do, please comment on my profile!

Hi! No, I don't. Thank you!

Writing Competition Entry
Humans
Note for context: the point of view is of a cat! when the narrator says pet, they mean a human :)

I sneak past the dumpster in the cold alley way from my gang meeting that has just ended. This place has always been freezing ever since I was a kitten and joined the gang that wants to take over the world and kill the humans. My gang is called the Purrsianz. I know the name isn’t that intimidating, but we still are made up of fierce cats. I smell the air around me and realize that I will be late to my pet’s home if I don’t get moving. I race in the cold, breezy morning in the city to get to my pet human’s rather cheap apartment.

I get to my pet’s apartment in a flash. I slow down my pace when I see the large gray building where my idiotic pet lives. I look up to read the large sign reading, “{name for cheap apartment in new york city}”

I walked up the stairs to the dingy apartment and gagged at the disgusting stench of dead cockroaches invading the building.

My pet really needs to get a better place to live in. She makes me look terrible with this cheap apartment I have to live in during the day. No wonder the cats always make fun of me. Hmph.

My pet woke up with a huge yawn. Why are pets always so loud and annoying? I waited patiently for my pet to come out of the bathroom to give me pets, cuddles, treats, and all the attention in the world. I know I don’t like my pet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like what my pet gives me.

After what felt like an eternity, my pet comes out and feeds me a treat. “Sorry, Badia. I know it’s not the more expensive treats that you like. I have to work a lot more overtime to get those treats. Speaking of that, I better go. Bye,” explained my stupid pet. I glared at her. My pet always thinks that I’m doing a slow blink (when cats do that, it means they’re saying they like you), but I’m actually glaring at her because I hate her so much!

She smiled and walked out the door. Perfect time for a long, nice cat nap.

. . .

I woke up from my nap and realized it was about time to get going to my gang meeting. I stretched myself out, and then I walked down the stairs of the apartment. All the security guards just sleep all day, so it’s perfect for me to walk down the stairs like there’s nothing wrong.

After a long walk, I got to my meeting place. It looks like a dumpster when you first look at it, but when you crawl under the dumpster (which no pesky human will ever bother to do), you see a tunnel to crawl into. After you’re done crawling, you’re into our gang meeting spot.

My leader, Leo, greets me by nodding at me when I walk in. I know Leo isn’t that great of a name for a gang leader, but Panthera Leo is the latin name for Lion, and Leo likes to think he’s a “lion.”

“Badia, Dove, and Fern, we will be having you do a practice round with the gas. You will do as we planned earlier this week. You will run out and race around New York City with the gas in your mouth. Then, you will observe if the humans will pass out, but this is all for the actual time we’re doing it at night. In the practice round, you will still run around town, but you will have a tin in your mouth instead of the actual gas,” explained Leo.

Fern slowly nodded her head. Rasper, an old cat from our gang, yelled, “Why don’t we old cats get to go, huh? Always let these kittens do everything!”

Leo glared at Rasper and hissed, “You are an old, old cat. You are a guard and you are too old and weak to do any real work!”

Rasper crouched down so his stomach hit the cold floor. He pounced at Leo. Rasper almost pinned Leo onto the ground, but Leo bit Rasper’s shoulder, and Rasper flopped to the side. Leo didn’t stop there. He bit Rasper again and clawed at him until Rasper was bleeding out of every limb.

“LEO!” shouted Fern, “You CANNOT almost kill the other cat in a duel! YOU were the one who made that rule! The punishment for doing that is really high. I’m shocked you would do something like that.”

Leo sadly meowed, “Fine, I will not be allowed into the gang for a week. But how will that work? We have our biggest mission yet, and I won’t be there! How are we going to do anything without me?!”

Fern glared at Leo, “It’s not just a temporary ban from the gang. You are not allowed to come back to the gang since you have broken our rules, Leo! Farewell.”

Leo’s eyes widened and he said, “No! Please, noo! I need to be in this gang!” Fern shook her head and pointed to the exit with her nose.

Leo scrambled onto his feet. Leo’s ears go all the way back to his head. “Y-you can choose the new leader!” Leo cried.

After Leo left, Fern turned around at the gang. She examined all the cats closely. “It seems like we need a new gang leader,” started Fern, “I believe that we should have a gang leader who is powerful, smart, fierce, and they must have been in the gang for more than five years.”

I immediately stood straight. I just knew that I was going to be the new gang leader. Who else would Fern think was the best? I’m more than just a powerful, smart, fierce cat. I’m cunning, daring, and best of all, an amazing leader. I’ve even been in the gang for seven years! I just know that it’s going to be me.

After a few minutes of silence, Fern said, “The new leader is going to be Badia!” I got up from my feet and skipped over to Fern. I glanced over at all the other cats. All the cats were meowing with excitement. All the cats expect one. Dove. She was just glaring at me. Dove clearly was just jealous of me being the new leader instead of her!

Fern meowed, “You will make an amazing leader, Badia! I’m sure of it. Now, let’s go enjoy a hunting party to celebrate our new leader!”

All the cats followed Fern up to the large grassy field where all the mice and rabbits lived. I excitedly leaped around the field. Dove came next to me and just glared at me. What’s her problem?

I hunted a few rabbits and mice, but I realized that something was off. No one was really talking to me. At Leo’s hunting party whenever he became leader, everyone talked to him and treated him very well. Why was no one talking to me? I shook my head and continued hunting.

One of Dove’s closest friends, Willow, walked over to me and hissed. Jeez, what’s with all the attitude? Fern walked over to me and meowed, “Are you having a good time, Badia?” I weakly smiled at her.


After Fern left, Willow and her friends came over and said, “Seriously, a cat with a pet is our new leader? Jeez, Fern really has no taste. Come on girls, let’s get away from this joke of a leader!” Willow flicked her tail and led Dove and Buckwheat away from me.

I frowned. Daisy walked over to me and said, “Wow, a pathetic old cat with a pet. We’re never going to kill the humans now.” I locked my gaze with Daisy’s. Daisy sighed, “I wish we still had Leo. He’s a real gang member. Didn’t have two lives. Wasn’t a traitor for half the day. Well, I guess you can’t have everything.” Daisy walked away from me as I felt defeated.

I wasn’t liked because I had a pet! Wow, my gang cats have really stooped to a new low. Why can’t the cats like a smart, adventurous, courageous, in every way possible amazing cat like me?

I tried to distract myself from everything and searched the field for a mouse. There was a mouse right next to Buckwheat, Dove, and Willow who were all talking to Fern. I crouched down and stretched my legs out in a pouncing position. I leaped and cupped the mouse in my paws, and then I stabbed the rodent with my sharp claws.

All the cats stared at me as I bit my freshly hunted meat. Fern meowed kindly, “Nice hunt, leader Badia.”
“She shouldn’t be the one getting compliments; we should!” hissed Buckwheat. Fern slightly smiled at Buckwheat and said, “We should be kind to one another.”

Buckwheat narrowed her eyes and growled, “You and your peace nonsense!” “Calm down, Buckwheat,” warned Fern.

After staring at the two bickering cats, I realized that I needed to break up the fight since I’m the leader, and that’s one of my very important jobs! “You two, cut it out! No more hunting for you. You’ll be following me for the rest of this hunting trip. Now, get behind me. Understood?” I hissed at the two cats.

Buckwheat yelled, “I don’t have to listen to you! You’re not our real leader! You’re just a phony. Someone who doesn’t deserve to be the leader of our powerful gang!”

I put my paw on the ground firmly and said, “Buckwheat. Enough.” Buckwheat groaned and followed me with Fern. After a while of the very boring hunting party, I announced, “Cats! Come follow me. We will be sleeping at my pet’s apartment today. I will figure it out. Do not worry!”

I heard lots of murmuring from the gang members. They were clearly upset about having to sleep at my pet’s apartment instead of our normal hideout. Well, I had to be there under the gang code, so I had to do what I had to do. As we walked to the apartment, I heard Dove whisper, “I can’t believe I’m going to be seen in a cheap apartment today! My fur will be all dirty! I heard it smells like rancid rats and moldy guts in there! I’m going to smell awful after this.”

Willow meowed agreeingly, “There will be so many dead insects there! I can’t handle it. I’d rather sleep with the disgusting dogs at the dog park than at the terrible apartment.” Fern frowned and said, “Guys, it’s not going to be that bad. Let’s just enjoy the new experience instead of only focusing on the negatives.”

“What positives, hm?” questioned Buckwheat. “Well, we can all be together and it’s trying something new instead of our old routine of just sleeping in the same place and doing all the same things,” explained Fern.

Buckwheat huffed, “That’s a stretch.”

I led the cats to my apartment. I realized that my pet won’t be coming back until really late at night, so I had a lot of time to get all the cats situated. I took some of the cats to the back of the apartment building to sleep on the old newspaper lying there. “Willow, Dove, Rasper, and Buckwheat, you will all be sleeping here until I tell you otherwise.”

Buckwheat hissed, “You’re literally telling me to sleep on garbage! Trash! How dare you treat us so poorly!” I slowly nodded to Buckwheat.
“Enough,” I said firmly as I flicked my tail.

I told the remaining cats to sleep on the other side of the apartment. “Have a good rest, everyone!” I said as cheerfully as I could.

. . .

After a long rest and me getting a treat from my pet, I woke all the cats and led them to our gang meeting. As I led the cats, I tried to see if any of them were whispering about how terrible the sleeping conditions were. Because, they were pretty terrible.

I flicked my ears around and heard Daisy say, “Buckwheat, the place wasn’t that bad! The newspaper was kinda nice to sleep on.” I decided to ignore the rest of the conversation because I didn’t want to hear the negatives of the sleeping spot.

After we got to the gang meeting spot, I said, “Thank you for everyone coming. Now, it’s time for our practice round with the gas.” I observed the cats curiously staring at me as I decided who should go to the mission.


I had to choose a cat who liked me, who was strong, powerful, and would do everything as I say. Fern likes me and she was chosen to originally use the gas by Leo. Rasper doesn’t have a problem with me. But, he’s not that powerful or strong, so should I really choose him? Well, I should him because he likes me. One more cat. Hmm, who else could it be? Sesame also doesn’t hate me, so I guess I’ll choose her even though she’s a terrible fighter.

“Ok,” I started, “the cats who are going to be on the mission are Fern, Rasper, and Sesame.”

“WHAT!” spat Buckwheat, “You’re choosing the weak cats! Okay, sure, Fern isn’t weak, but all the other cats you chose are! Sesame can’t even fight properly! You’re just choosing those cats because they don’t have an opinion on you! You selfish cat! You want weak cats who like you for your needs, but you ignore what all the other cats in this gang and the world want!”

I quickly looked around and replied angrily, “Well, I want to give the not so great cats a chance at doing something!” Well, that was a lie. What Buckwheat said was right, but I couldn’t let her be right like that.

Buckwheat argued, “Sure weaker cats should get a chance, but this is our biggest mission in cat gang history. The biggest mission we’ve ever had in our entire lives. We need our strongest, most powerful, smartest cats. Don't blow it please. We will take over if you just listen to me.”

And then I realized something. Buckwheat was right about which cats should be chosen. But, it was more than just Buckwheat was right and I accepted the fact. I realized that being stubborn and standing your ground isn’t always the best idea. Other cats have good points and arguments as well, but when I was always stubborn, I never took the time to realize or notice that.

“You’re right, Buckwheat. I’ll reselect the cats going on the mission,” I explained to Buckwheat. She smiled at me. “The new members of the mission will be Buckwheat, Fern, and Willow. You three may go and practice now. I’ll come with you and show you all what to do,” I said happily.

Before I led the cats to our practice spot, Fern pulled me aside and said, “You’ve really matured from yesterday, haven’t you?” I smiled at her.

The practice with the gas went pretty well. Willow kept dropping the gas, but I ended up teaching her a way to firmly hold it in your mouth.

“Everyone,” I started, “it’s now time for Buckwheat, Willow, and Fern to go and use the gas for real this time. It’s our biggest mission yet. If this gas works, the humans will pass out, and we’ll be able to kill them after they pass out.” The crowd cheered wildly as I explained our plan. “Now, wish our friends good luck on their mission.”

. . .

After a rather quick mission, I finally announced, “It’s time to hear the results of how the gas worked and went. Buckwheat, please come and tell us.”

Buckwheat came next to me and explained, “The gas went amazingly! We sprayed all the pesky humans with it! It was great because all the humans were outside, and we didn’t have to worry about a lack of humans. Also, this gas didn’t just knock out the humans. It KILLED them! After ten minutes, the humans would fall dead! Also, the gas is very dangerous once it's in the air. The humans never got a whiff of this stuff before because we locked it safe in our gang hiding spot. Now, we just need to spray this gas a lot more to murder all these annoying humans. Also, probably travel to different continents to get the spray everywhere.”

The cats went wild. Everyone was cheering for Buckwheat, Willow, Fern, and the person who developed the spray, Sesame. We were all really excited to take over and have all these dumb humans dead.

After the excitement died down a bit, I realized that Buckwheat made me realize that I was being stubborn only because she wanted to be chosen to go on the mission. Well, it doesn’t really matter because she showed me that being stubborn isn’t always good. So, I got something out of it. Ha!

I still wouldn’t be taken that seriously until my pet died. Well, that’ll happen soon enough anyways.

Main Cabin Daily 1/24/22

A place I would like to visit is the Bahamas. The Bahamas, from what I’ve heard, is a really cool (not literally) and interesting place to visit. One thing I want to do in the Bahamas is go snorkeling. Honestly, I’ve always wanted to go snorkeling, but I feel like it’d be even cooler in the Bahamas! I heard you can see lots of cool sea creatures and plants such as sea turtles, dolphins, and so much more!! Another thing I’d like to do in the Bahamas is to go to the pig beach! The pig beach is filled with bugs that roam and call the beach their home! Isn’t that so cool? I feel like swimming amongst the pigs is just as cool as swimming with dolphins. Also, I REALLY want to go to the pink sand beach! I mean, have you seen images of it (if not, look it up online!) It’s so beautiful, and the pink is so elegant and pretty against the bright blue sea. Honestly, this beach should go on my bucket list! It’s pretty, and it looks even better during a sunset or night! So, those are some things I would like to do in the Bahamas!

Main Cabin Daily 1/31/22

“Where am I?” I shouted as I realized I was not at home anymore.
“You’re in Kriptol,” explained a pink blob.
I straightened myself, and then I replied, “Huh? Did you just make up a word?”
The blob glared at me and yanked me up to stand up.
“Don’t be so disrespectful,” it told me. “Anyways, my name is Glorp.”
“Glorp?” I asked. I bit back saying that that was the ugliest name I had ever heard.
Glorp stormed away angrily and barked as if it was enraged at another blob. The blob glared at me, and it replied saying, “How dare you disrespect our rich and magnificent culture! Now, you will be locked up for good!.”
I gulped and followed the blob down a long corridor in the building we were in.
“Am I going to go to jail?” I stammered as I was hoping that wouldn’t be the case.
“We don’t have a jail,” the blob explained.
“What?” I asked, shocked.
“Yes, we don’t have one. Instead, we have rehabilitation programs to make people understand where they have gone wrong.” explained the blob.
“Oh,” it started, “and my name is Lirio. Forgot to mention it.”
“Well, I want to see now!” I exclaimed.
“We’re going there now,” said Lirio to me.
We entered a large room filled to the brim with decorations and framed photos with inspiring and uplifting quotes.
“Wow,” I whispered as my eyes travelled to see all the beauties of the room.
“In this rehabilitation center, we start everything with step one-realizing this issue. First, what have you done wrong?” Lirio asked me.
I pondered the question for a moment, and then I replied, “I disrespected your culture and said rude things even though I am completely ignorant of your culture and rich history.”
“Good,” said Lirio with a nod of approval. “We’re getting there. Now, what should we do next?”
I stared around and replied, “Uhh, learn?” I tried to correct myself by saying, “I guess?”
Lirio looked at me thoughtfully then turned away. It raced back in with a pen and some paper. “Very well,” it started.
“First, you should learn, and you are correct on that. But what should you learn?” Lirio questioned me.
I rolled my eyes at the endless quotes I seem to be getting. I looked around and rushingly replied, “The history of course!”
Lirio wrinkled her nose and she replied as cooly as possible, “Well, yes.”
Kriptol truly did have a lot of history, and I realized that when I saw the piles of history books I knew I would have to read.
“Read,” Lirio said as it pointed to the large stack of books on the table.
“Really?” I groaned as I flipped through a random neon yellow book.
“Properly now,” Lirio explained as she frustratingly looked at me flipping through the book.
I eventually got through all the books. Actually, a lot of them were photos. The Kriptols really like taking their photos.
“What do you realize?” Lirio asked me as I was almost done with my rehab lesson.
“To do research and not be ignorant!” I replied.
Lirio nodded and sent me off.