5th MC Daily
424 words
Written from the POV of a pencil
Written at 2am dont judge pls
Tw for sharpener ig

I've always hated Jennifer, but I hate her even more than usual today. Well, deep down I don't really hate her, but it does get very frustrating sometimes. What makes her think that I LIKE being twisted and twisted around until I become so dizzy that I can't even remember my own name, all whilst having the outer layer of my skin shaved off completely? She calls it sharpening, but I call it torture! I know pencils don't have pain receptors so technically I can't feel it hurting, but it's still incredibly irritating regardless. I hate being dizzy and forced to somersault around for 30 seconds on end. But the thing I hate the most… the part which makes the whole experience the absolute worst… is the fact that Sharpener absolutely DESPISES me! She seems to think that it's fun to make my life absolutely and utterly horrible. We don't speak often, but when we do, it's never pleasant. Every conversation with her consists of insults and taunts which drive me insane. “You'll never be as sharp as me!” she always laughs as Jennifer turns me around and around in the hope to get my lead to be sharper than it could ever be. It is soooo annoying. I used to retaliate whenever she said these sorts of things, but now I don't even bother. What's the point anyway? Fighting back and lowering myself to Sharpener's level isn't going to make her stop with the infuriating insults. So as much as I hate it, I just put up with her and wait until the sharpening is over because there is nothing I can do.

It's worth it when it's done though. The sacrifices I make for Jennifer's happiness… tut tut tut. She always loves writing with a freshly sharpened pencil. The words seem to flow so much easier that way, and I can feel her creations jump across the page as I write them down for her, and her smile throughout the whole thing is worth it. I'm willing to put up with that annoying little piece of horror Sharpener for her sake.

Today, she's writing a poem. Usually I can tell what the words are by the motion I make across the paper, but not this time. I'm moving far too fast to be able to work that out… Jennifer must be feeling particularly inspired. I manage to glance over to Sharpener, and I see her grumbling over the fact that she can't read the words either and I laugh. Take that then!

Daily: January 6!

I find myself whizzing through the air at lightning speeds, and I sigh internally. Not externally, because I don’t have a mouth. Sometimes I wish that I did, because then I could reprimand that girl for taking on too much. But I don’t, and I am at her beck and call. I bear the weight of every new project she takes on.

Did I mention that I’m a clipboard?

She can’t help it, really. It’s in her nature to see people with problems, and offer all the help she can give and more. I really don’t know how she finds enough free time to do all of this, but it’s me who sees everything she does. When she won’t tell her twin, or her little brothers, or her girlfriend everything she’s taken on because she knows they won’t approve. When she knows that they’ll tell her she’s doing too much, it’s me who sees everything. Every piece of paper I hold in my clip is a reminder of how much she does.

So she’s got a new project. I can tell because I’m being transported to her hand in a split second. (Did I mention she’s telekinetic??) I arrive and once again I’m struck by her confidence as she attaches a new sheet of paper to the hundreds I already have, and immediately starts scribbling away. I try to work out what she’s writing from the pressure on my back, like I do every time.

I try to make things easier for her when I can. Papers she needs arrange themselves at the top of the stack, which always confuses her, because she has no idea how they move around. I don’t know if she’ll ever figure out that I gained sentience from the constant exposure to magic I get from being around her and her friends. To be fair to her, that’s not a situation I would have ever contemplated, if, you know, I wasn’t the sentient clipboard in question.

As far as I can tell from the bold strokes her pen is making, something’s gone badly wrong somehow and she’s mind-mapping. Things go wrong in her life a lot, because of simply how much she has going on. And she has to fix it all, because people rely on her, people look up at her and say “please will you help me” and she just can’t say no.

But this time… this feels worse somehow. This feels personal, like it isn’t just a random stranger with problems, but somebody close to her.

It’s going to be a long few days, I can tell already.

For the 2nd part of the weekly, I wrote a poem!

*Bedtime!
*Yes,
*You heard correctly
*No,
*You cannot stay up any later,
*Even if all the other kids
*Your age
*Do
*Stay up later.

*Come on,
*Go,
*Brush your teeth,
*Then go to bed.

You walk upstairs.
Annoyed,
A little bit angry?
Not at all tired.

But…
No,
You did not just yawn.

Yawning would be bad,
It would mean that you are
Tired.
And you want to prove a point–
That you are not tired.

You go to the bathroom,
And you brush your teeth,
Only to hear,
In a song-like voice,

*Don’t forget to floss!

You do,
Wanting another reason
To stay up even just
A minute later
Then you always do.

Then,
You walk to your room
And go to your bed
And tuck yourself in.

And you fall asleep

And into the
Darkness
The nightmares
And dreams

Into the
Shadows
The mixed-up-thoughts,
And things that
Do not seem
Right

Into the
Blankets
Cozy,
And warm

Into the
Pillows,
The stuffed animals,
Soft,
Squishy
Making you feel more
At home.

But wait–
Remember
What happened today?

When you tripped
And fell
Coming off
The bus?

When you laughed
At a joke that wasn't
Even funny
Just to make
Your best friend
Cheer up?

When you laughed so hard
That milk
Came out
Of your nose
And everyone
Stared
But you
And your
Best friend
Kept laughing,
And laughing,
And laughing,
Just because that made it
Even more funnier?

But,
Now the day is over
And you must sleep

So,
You close your eyes
And let the darkness of night
Take over.

You slowly open your eyes,
Looking around you.
It’s dark.
You rush to your window,
Opening it quickly,
Excited to gaze at the stars.

What you see is something breathtaking
Something magnificent
Something only heard of in dreams,
Or at night.

What you see is beauty,
Looking down on her children.

What you see is friendship
And love
And kindness.

What you see is a speck
Of light
In the dark tunnel.

What you see is something
Nobody ever speaks of
Or thinks about
Or remembers
Until they see it.

What you see is something
Nobody will ever
Think of,
Because they forgot about it
Like an unimportant kid
In the school,
Being looked down upon
By the popular ones.

What you see
You will never remember
Because it only lasts for one minute
Only one second
Of your life

Barely any time goes by
Before you realize
That you should be sleeping
Not looking out your window
Into the night sky.

But the sky has moved you.
Tought you the lessons of
What you are
Who you are
Where you are
And why.

So,
Just one more second,
There,
Looking into the night sky.

Just one more second,
There,
Feeling like you belong.

Just one more second,
There,
Being one with the universe.

Just one more second,
There,
Of you,
Free to be what you are,
Who you are,
Where you are,
And free to know
Why.

Just one more second,
There,
Before you go back,
Before you sleep.

Welp, I hope you liked that!

And, now for the 3rd part of the Weeky!
Aqua stumbles into the school and down the hall, knocking several students over, disturbing a few cats, and falling on her face as she finally makes it to Bree.
Bree looks down at her and giggles softly. Her laugh makes sense for her voice, but not for her strength. Her voice is soft and reassuring, but her power is stronger than most. Bree helps her friend up from the ground, saying ‘Where were you?!?’
‘Uhmm… trying to find you. Where were you?’ Aqua replies, laughing a bit too.
‘Right here.’ Bree says. ‘And why did you bring five cats with you?’
Aqua pauses and looks around. There, rolling around, looking traumatized, are 5 cats. ‘I may or may not have accidentally ran into a girl with an unreasonable amount of cats.’ She explains.
‘Okay… Well, we should probably return them, and I wouldn't be surprised if we see an angry girl who yells at us, but we can handle that.’ Bree laughs a little again, but just the tiniest bit.
Ghost cocks her head at Aqua, wondering who she is and why Bree seems to not be yelling at her, like everyone said she did.
Doe walks up to the girls and says, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, ‘So, Aqua, do you want to come?’ She is looking as popular and pretty as usual.
Bree rolls her eyes, but hides it well from Aqua.
Aqua looks over at Bree. ‘Is it okay?’ she says, ‘Doe kind of wanted me to hang out with her just for a bit of the day so I could see what the school is like.’
Bree nods, ‘Fine by me.’
Ghost is getting more confused by the minute– wasn't Bree supposed to protect the outcasts from the popular ones?
Aqua smiles and runs over to Doe.
‘Thanks,’ Doe says, smiling slightly at Bree. Then she walks off with Aqua.
Bree inhales, and sighs.
‘Who was that?’ Ghost asks, still very confused.
‘Doe,’ Bree replies, ‘She’s Aqua’s older sister. She is able to speak to most animals, and she looks like a dear. So, Doe was the best name for her, I guess. She’s a popular kid, but a nice one.’
Ghost pauses, ‘Who’s Aqua?’
Bree laughs, ‘Aqua is my best friend! And also that girl that came and left. She’s an outcast too, but sometimes she hangs out with Doe, to get a sense of what it’s like to be popular. Her power is, of course, water.’
Ghost nods. ‘Okay… I think I get it.’
‘Good,’ Bree says. ‘Well, we should get to our classes.’ She then walks off.

Class time!!!

Aqua stumbles into class, Bree close behind her.
Bree sits down, Aqua sitting down behind her.
The teacher says to open their math books to page one.
Aqua follows, Bree doing the same.
The teacher tells them a few things about math, then tells them to do the math on that page.
Bree answers fast, Aqua writing slower.
The teacher walks around and looks at everyone’s books.
Aqua gets some wrong and some right, Bree the same– some wrong and some right
Soon, math will be over
Then, they will be sent to History class.

After some time, They are sent to History class because they finished math class. The history class is a small room with big posters with funny things about history written on them, and gigantic maps of the world hanging up everywhere. Their teacher has telekinesis, and she brings several books from the shelf up into the air and places them on the desks. Then, she pushes out every chair, right in time for the students to come.
Students pour into the room, sitting down at desks and chattering loudly.
The teacher is annoyed, but handles calmly– She uses her power to pick up two big, thick, and heavy dictionaries and slams them together with a loud WHACK. Everyone’s head snaps up and the class goes silent.
The teacher smiles.
The teacher says, ‘I am positive that you are all so excited for this new school year and for learning, but now we have to get to learning, and you are so excited for that! I can just see it, in your face.
‘Anyways, let’s get on with it! You can call me Ms. History,’ she says, writing “Ms. History” at the very top of a tall board. ‘We will be learning about history, of course. History of everything– the world, our magical powers, life, the continents, oh, and did I say our magical powers?’
Several oohs and aahs erupt from the class, but a couple of snobby kids scoff and laugh and scowl and roll their eyes at it. Ms. History notices them, but doesn’t look at them.
‘Well, for those of us who would rather not learn about the extended history of our magical powers, we do allow you to skip that and do extra hard math problems only calculators are able to solve– And you can’t use a calculator for it.’
This makes the snobs stop being snobby immediately.
Ms. History carries on with her lesson, telling the class about the importance of their powers and what it means to the world. She tells them that their powers are a very special gift, and that they should remember that, so they don’t use their powers wrong and end up running the world. She tells them about what it was like when dinosaurs roamed the world, and how the dinosaurs interacted with each other.

In-Cabin daily for Snooze Cabin
What are your favorite and least favorite genres?
These are just my opinions, please don't get upset
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My favorite genre is a tie between fantasy and realistic fiction. The reason that I like fantasy is that it takes you to different worlds full of magic and other things like that. It also is really fun to read because the plots are usually complex and interesting, and you get hooked really easily! Another reason I like fantasy is the suspense! Characters almost die, and the dangers are fatal! Whether it's Lord Voldemort or Cersei Lannister, the villains always set the stakes high! But the worst thing about fantasy (and books in general), is the cliffhangers! Curse you, Shannon Messenger! You always end your books at the CLIMAX OF THE PLOT! The worst thing about it is the fact that I have to listen to her blah blah blahing about how sorry she is in the acknowledgments! Anyways, Another genre I like is realistic fiction! The characters are very relatable and real, and so are the situations they're in. They just seem so real to me! These types of books also inform me on different points of view (even though the characters are fake!) and what it's like to live in a different place on earth.Sometimes when I read realistic fiction, I forget that it's not real because it's just so relevant to the real world! But, some realistic fictions I don't like are the depressing ones. You know, ones about people getting harassed or bullied. I like to read these sometimes, and lots of the books I like reading have these elements, but I only read these books occasionally.
My least favorite genre is definitely horror! In my opinion, horror is just so boring! Sure, the plots are usually exiting, but oh so monotonous! It's like: There's a spirit named Bob. Blah, blah, blah, Bob kills a family, blah, blah, blah. I mean, who even wants to READ about Bob the ghost who kills families? Not me, and that's for sure!

Main Cabin Weekly: Week 1

Note: Part one on from an unfinished daily.

Part 1: First Person (I, me, my, we)
Words: 810!
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?

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Lips blood red, hair raven black, people called me ‘Snow White’. They say I'll get the best husband in town, perhaps in the country. Like I want one anyway. If I could get true love - which I can't - I definitely won't go running into some boy's arms. Why would I? Even if they weren't a boy, I still couldn't. I have no freedom. Chains of lies and chores keep me back, beatings and whips securing the bars. My Step-Mother. She kept me locked away, hidden from sunlight. I won't accept this. I won't be hurried away into the shadows like delicate china. This patriarchal society makes women seem like playing cards; they have the choice of what to do with you. They have you. You might not know it, but they keep you under their watch. They want you to suffer the most. They make sure you have the worst life possible. I can't let it out. I can't reveal my thoughts. I'm trapped. A cage is where I live, locked by the keys of men's power. I can't - I just can't. The people in this kingdom, they don't like it. They think it shouldn't be allowed. That's the law. Boy loves girl, girl loves boy. Happily ever after. Done. It doesn't have to work like that. They can't force me to keep my head down, they can't tell me who to marry.
Anyway, my Step-Mother demands for those people to get locked up. They have to stay there for the rest of their life. That's why I haven't let myself out yet. You may think ‘At least you get to live in a castle. Not many people can live in a mansion!’ Ha. Wow. Just wow. If my Step-Mother makes me a maid, why would I have the rights to even step foot in the castle for any reason other than work? I live in the shed. A shed probably the size of a cupboard. Maybe now you're getting it.
She's terrible. Worse than you can think she is. I really don't know how Father fell for her, although I do suspect she has some love Potions hidden away in her drawer. Maybe it's her looks. She does look fair, but her cold, heartless eyes and fake smile spoil the picture. She first visited us when I was 11. My Mother died when I was 2, so that was 9 years without a Mother. 9, long, lingering years. As an 11 year old, life was different. I could actually see the sun set and rise. When I saw her, my breath got taken away. Maybe she would be as good of a Mother as my own? Likely. As soon as she set her eyes on me, she demanded, “Who is she? And why is she here?”.
Stuttering, my father had replied, “My daughter, Ingrid. I hope you and her will develop and interest in each other. Now, let me take you to the living room,” he ushers her away, but before closing the door, looks at me worriedly.
Scared at that time, I rushed off to my room. Feeling frustrated about everything, I decided to keep a diary. Here's my most important entry:
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Dear Diary,
You know my Step-Mother? Her and Father are starting to fall in love now. She's got fancier clothes, more servants and bigger rooms. And I? Well, we don't talk much. I caught this news of the maid - you know, Serena. Apparently, now, I only know this from her, but she was peeking through Step-Mothers door when she saw her brewing potions and poison. She told me that she wasn't exactly sure, but it looked rather green. I definitely think it's poison. Think about it; she suddenly has an interest in Father, then starts loving him, soon enough, they'll get married! I swear that woman is a witch or something. She ‘accidentally’ poured my water all over me today. I think she's evil, cold-hearted and fake. I hate her. There's no changing that. I'm making a dangerous decision. I'm going to see where she is and what she's doing.
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I saw. I saw what she was doing. She was planning to kill Father, and I was going to stop it. That's what I hoped anyway. I tried, trust me I did. I told Father, but he simply thought Serena was lying, and I what I saw? He told me not to make jokes. What did I see? Well, I saw her, Step-Mother, in her true form. She was an old hag, poisoning Father's wine. It was too late. Father sipped it and fell to the floor, elaborate goblet shattering beside him. She, that sinful, monstrous scoundrel, faked surprise, although the whole castle knew what happened. Everyone knew she was the one to kill Father.

Part 2: Second Person (you, your)
(to be completed later)

Part 3: Third Person (they, them, she, he etc., names)
(to be completed later)


OVERALL WORDS (so far): 810/2,100

CANNOT COMPLETE.
It's really late where I live, but I'm really close to finishing part 2 ahhhhhh ig I'll start the next weekly asap

In cabin Daily for Huff Cabin - Write about your favorite Dystopian book!
01/07/2022

TW: Mentions of death and serious disease))
Right now, my favorite Dystopian book is the first book in “The Cure Chronicles” The book is called The Cure. I got it as a present during a Secret Santa and I finished it two days later! That’s how good it was! I really like how the author created a society in which even the wealthy people who are the so-called “privileged” are split into class groups and some are considered much lower class then others.
The basic plot line for The Cure is that in a dystopian future, there is a disease ravaging the country. However, it only affects people over the age of eighteen. The wealthy members of society were able to build themselves a refuge that was safe from the disease that they call “The Arc.” if citizens aren’t able to earn a place in the arc before they turn eighteen, they are nearly certain to die.
To keep the human race from going extinct, on their seventeenth birthday citizens who live outside The Arc have one year to live in The Arc and convince the government who rules there that they are worthy of receiving “The Cure” and getting to live inside The Arc through their adulthood. If the government finds them unworthy, they are banned from The Arc and left for dead.
The book's protagonist is a seventeen year old girl named Ashen Spencer. She has been living outside The Arc with her younger brother Kel and her mother, who survives with the sickness by living in a part of the house that is sectioned off, only eating food that her daughter brings to her. The same with her water supply; she refuses to drink anything that wasn't brought to her by her daughter..
The first book follows Ashen’s journey of trying to convince the so-called “King and Queen” of The Arc that she is worthy of receiving The Cure for both herself and her family. As she spends a year in The Arc, she starts to find out that things aren’t as she’s been taught that they always were. And that maybe there’s more to this disease AND it’s cure then meets the eye.
(360 Words)

PROOF FOR CABIN WAR WITH SNOOZE 1/8/2022


A fox stalks its prey, making no noise as it pads swifty, crouching down, preparing for the leap… a quick pounce later, the fox has a meal.
Personally, I adore foxes for their quickness, cleverness, sheer independence, and honestly, yes, because they are so cute!
Foxes are found mostly in Europe, Asia, North America, Australia, and in the Arctic. They’re very hardy, and have almost dominated the world because there are 23 species of foxes..
The species of foxes in North America are the red fox, gray fox, kit fox, swift fox, arctic fox, and the island fox.
The red fox is probably one of the most famous species of foxes with it’s glowing red coat, white tail-tip, and black feet. They are omnivorous, so they eat both fruit and veg, as well as meat.
The gray fox is one of the only foxes that can climb trees. Gray foxes have a grey coat with a white chest and belly as well as red tinging the borderline between the two colors.
The kit fox is one of the smallest species of foxes. They live in western areas of North America. According to Wikipedia, “Kit foxes appear to be able to survive without drinking water. This is an adaptation to living in desert conditions where they get almost all of their water from their prey. The pads of their feet are very hairy; this helps them with traction on sand. The kit fox has very large ears.”
Swift foxes, well, it’s in their name. They are very fast; reaching speeds up to 31 miles per hour to not only chase prey, but also to escape predators. Swift foxes actually mostly hunt at night so that they don’t hyperventilate.
Arctic foxes were made for the cold. They have thick, fuzzy fur so that they can survive the below-freezing temperatures. They also have much better hearing than humans, allowing them to hear what’s tunneling under the snow (a.k.a. Their prey) Arctic foxes mostly eat lemmings, voles, and other small mammals and rodents. According to Wikipedia, “They will also eat birds, insects, eggs, berries, reptiles, and amphibians.” A cool thing about the arctic fox is that come summer, their heavy fur will turn into brown and white, matching the landscape. So, not only is the fox’s fur used for warmth, it’s also used for camouflage against their predators that are most commonly polar bears.
The island fox lives on the different islands of California. They are docile and gentle, and are very adorable :3 Island foxes nearly went extinct! Golden eagles were eating the foxes, but scientists slowly brought rebirth back to the island. Island foxes are like half-WindClan. They can run fast over hillside ground to catch their prey (kinda like the swift fox)
We’re not finished yet!
The red fox is the only fox that is found in Europe (according to google,) so that means we’re up on Asia.
Red (of course,) arctic, and rüppell foxes live in the largest continent in the world.
Rüppell foxes live in deserts of southwestern Asia. They eat birds, lizards, and beetles. According to Wiki, “Rüppell's foxes have fur on the pads on their feet, that possibly helps distribute their weight and move easily on sand; it also keeps the hot sand from burning their feet. Similar to other desert-dwelling foxes, Rüppell's foxes have large ears to cool them off.”
Actually, after a bit of research, I realized that there are foxes on pretty much every continent except for Antarctica.
African foxes:

According to Wiki, “The Cape fox, also called the asse, cama fox or the silver-backed fox, is a small species of fox, native to southern Africa. It is also called a South African version of a fennec fox due to its similarly big ears.”

Red foxes live in Australia.

There are lots more species of foxes, they’re all so interesting!

_____

I sobbed, knowing that it was all broken.
It would never be the same.
We would try.
But we couldn’t.
They were always one step ahead.
Maybe ten, even.
All the clues - they led up to this point.
But then they failed.
The rebellion failed.
The rebellion’s gone.
All because of me.
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I woke up to another day.
Tired, and hungry as usual.
My stomach growled.
I walked out of my warm, cozy room, instantly regretting it when the outside was super-freezing cold.
Ugh, I so wished I could go back to bed.
But I had work to do.
And, I’ll admit, I shivered as the cold glares of Lavender and Blue stared at my back like a tractor beam.
Ever since I had lot that book (and fell over a cliff) a couple things had happened:

Apostata now hated me, and
I lost all my friends just like I lost that book.
Soo in other words, life was great. Everything was fine.
I fixed myself a quick breakfast, than hid out in my room.
Alpha didn’t trust me anymore.
Half the rebellion voted to put me in the dungeons.
The other half wanted my memories wiped.
I was more leaning towards the dungeons side.
At least I had knowledge.
I was writing my book, in hope that it would let Alpha redeem me.
It probably wouldn’t.
The rebellion was broken, now. We weren’t united anymore.
We might even have a civil war.
The thought of having not one, not two, but three enemies that we had to fight made my stomach sour.
I was sick and tired of this. But we had to keep fighting.

2 years later

The rebellion is broken. THEY have found us.
We are all prisoners.
Everyone hates me.
I can’t fix things.
Can’t run away from my problems.
I’m no longer Swift.
I don’t know who I am.
Am I destined to always change my name, changing the game, never fitting in?
Is that who I’m supposed to be?
I really don’t know anymore.

Alright so the first half is non-fiction, about foxes, 648 words.

The second half is my dystopian-themed book thingy-whatevernot. 340 words.

In total, 989 words

Proof for Cabin War with Snooze Cabin (NOT COMPLETE, WIP)
01/08/2022

For this challenge, since non-fiction will earn my cabin more points then if I do something that’s not non-fiction my first bit of writing is going to be about a bunch of dystopian books that I really enjoy!!
The first dystopian book series that I want to talk about is The Hunger Games series, written by Suzzane Collins. This series is set in a dystopian future in which the government has instituted something called “The Hunger Games” on the poorer parts of their country (Called Panem) because of a failed rebellion nearly seventy four years ago. In the Hunger Games, two children (One male and one female) from each of the twelve districts are chosen randomly in an event called “The Reaping.” These twenty four children are transported to “The Capitol” where they will fight on live television until only one of them remains.
The Capitol is where the rich and powerful people, including the president of Panem, live. The children of the Capitol are immune from the Reapings and are not included in the Hunger Games.
The protagonist of this series is named Katniss Everdeen. She is a sixteen year old girl from District 12, which is the poorest District in Panem. When her twelve year old sister, Primrose, is chosen for the games Katniss is in shock. She knows that she can’t let her little sister go to The Hunger Games, she probably wouldn’t come back. And so Katniss does the only thing she can think of to save her little sister. She volunteers to go to The Games in place of Primrose. After that, another boy, Peeta Mellark, is chosen to be Katniss’s District Partner in The Games and the two of them are shipped to the Capitol to begin the preparation.
Katniss knows that to win The Games and get back home to her sister, she’ll have to be a quick thinker, quick on her feet, and she’ll have to get the public to like her (which is no easy task for a girl who’s been closed off for so long) Otherwise, she might not make it back home.

Okay! The next series that I want to talk about is the Divergent series by Veronica Roth! This series is SO good! If you haven’t read it already then I seriously recommend it! It has such an interesting story line and a lot of twists and turns that make you want to keep reading!
The setting of Divergent is in a dystopian version of Chicago where all of society is divided into five groups or “Factions” as they’re called in the series. Each Faction focuses on a different trait that defines its members. The five factions are as follows: The Abnegation are known for their selflessness. All of the government officials are from Abnegation because they only think of others, and rarely (If ever) about themselves. The Candor are known for their truthfulness. The Candor are usually the lawyers of the society, since they always tell the truth. The Amity are known for their Peacefulness. The Amity do jobs like farming, and raising cattle for milk. The Erudite are known for their Intelligence. The Erudite are the teachers, doctors, scientists and everything like that because they are so smart. Finally, the Dauntless are known for their bravery and courage. The Dauntless work as police and guard the border of the city because nobody is supposed to leave the city. Nobody can leave the city since they were told that there is nothing but a wasteland out there.
Children remain in the Faction that they were born into until they are sixteen years old, then they get to choose what Faction they want to stay in for the rest of their lives. They can choose their family, or they can choose a completely different Faction. But there’s one catch to choosing a new Faction, you can never see your family again. Because the Factions are not supposed to mix.
Now that you know a whole lot about the world that Divergent is set in, it’s time to get into the plot of this story!
The protagonist of this series is named Beatrice Prior, a sixteen year old girl from Abnegation. She has an older brother named Caleb Prior, and her two parents Andrew and Natalie Prior. Beatrice feels like she doesn’t quite fit in with the other selfless people of Abnegation. She sometimes thinks that she is too selfish and vain. She feels that she is vain because when her mother cuts her hair, she can’t help but look into the mirror that comes out only for that occasion (Looking at yourself in the mirror is considered vain and is not allowed in Abnegation.)
On her choosing day, Beatrice is struggling between staying in the Faction where she feels that she doesn’t belong… Or going to another Faction and leaving her entire family behind. She has to make a choice. One that will change her life forever. And that choice sets the whole book in motion.
That’s all I’m going to say about that series so as not to give away any spoilers! But now, onto the next series!

The next series that I want to talk about is The Cure Chronicles. I’ve only read the first book so I don’t actually know how it ends, but I will tell you all that I know about the world that The Cure Chronicles is set in.
The first book in the series is called The Cure. And in this Dystopian society there is a disease that swept across the nation that only affects people over the age of eighteen. So only the adults in this society are susceptible to the disease. It seems like there would be no hope for the adult population to survive since the disease is airborne and unavoidable. However, when the disease first started spreading, the wealthy people of the society created a safe haven that they call “The Arc.” The Arc is free from the disease so it is the only hope that the adults in this world have of surviving past the age of eighteen.
Of course there are still adults who didn’t manage to make it inside The Arc, and they had children before they knew about the disease. These children were raised outside of The Arc, and their parents soon succumbed to the disease, leaving a population of mostly children under 18.
Now, many many years later. There is only one way for children born outside The Arc to earn a spot inside and save themselves from the sickness. On their seventeenth birthday, children are to spend one year inside The Arc living with one of the families there. During that year, they will be evaluated by the so-called “King and Queen” of The Arc to see if they are worthy of receiving the Cure for themselves and their families. When the children are assigned to their Ark family, they are also assigned a social class that you will remain in for the rest of your life, should you earn the Cure and a spot in The Ark.
Children need to earn the Cure because getting yourself a spot in the Ark does not guarantee that you will not catch the sickness. Only the Cure can guarantee that you won’t get sick.
The protagonist of this series is named Ashen Spencer. She has a younger brother named Kel and her mother, who has managed to stay alive by quarantining herself in a small, sectioned off portion of the family's home. She also eats and drinks only things that her daughter and son bring to her, for fear of things being contaminated. Ashen’s father is no longer alive during the events of the book.
The first book starts on Ashen’s seventeenth birthday. The day that the “Recruiters,” who are people who live in The Arc come to take her to her trial year, are going to come and take her away, leaving her little brother and her mother to fend for themselves until she can earn them all the Cure. Or so she hopes.
The book follows Ashen through her trial year in The Arc as she learns that there may be more to her entire world than she ever could have imagined.
That’s all I’m going to say about The Cure, other than it was SUCH a good book and I really REALLY recommend reading it if you haven’t already read it! It has such a compelling storyline that keeps the reader on the edge of their seats for the entire book!

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MORE PROOF FOR CABIN WAR WITH SNOOZE!
01/08/2022
(I FINISHED!!! YES MOSS!!! I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Hello! Next thing I’m going to be writing about my experiences in musical theater throughout my five years!
The first show that I ever acted in was “Elf Jr.” I clearly remember that I auditioned using the song “I Can Show you the World” from the musical Aladdin. I remember how absolutely nerve wracking it was, but at the same time it was exhilarating and I loved it! During that show I was casted as an Elf and a Macy’s Family. So I was in three songs and two scenes. They were good parts for my first show considering that I had never acted before in my life! It was so much fun and I made friends that I am still in contact with to this day!
The second show that I acted in was “A Little Princess.”I used the song, “Almost There” from “The Princess and the Frog” as my audition song.
If you don’t know what “A Little Princess” is about, I’ll tell you right now! “A Little Princess” is about this girl named Sara Crew who has lived in Africa until she was twelve years old. Then her father had to go on an expedition to Timbuktu and so he sent his daughter to a boarding school in England. While she is there, the headmistress of the school, Miss Minchin, tries to squash Sara’s immense and wonderful spirit and imagination. During her time at school, Sara fights back against the headmistress and several bullies at the school, while befriending one of the indentured servants named Becky.
In this show I was cast as one of the school girls and I was an extra in a lot of the scenes. It was so much fun just like all the shows that I have ever been in. But I think that this show was especially fun because the cast was a lot smaller than average and so I was able to get to know all of the kids much better than when the cast is large! For reference, a large cast is anywhere from 30-50 kids and during a little princess there were only about 20-25 of us. So you can see that this was definitely a smaller scale cast.
The third show that I was in was “Peter Pan Jr.” I used the song “Never Fall in Love with An Elf” From “Elf the Musical” as my audition song. For “Peter Pan” I got cast as a Neverland Native, which I really enjoyed! It was the biggest dancing role I had gotten at that time, the big number with all of the Neverland Natives was all dancing, with minimal singing. And I was really impressed that I was able to complete all the choreography so well because dancing had always been the hardest part for me! But I was really proud of myself with the dancing by the time the show rolled around!
I remember something really funny that happened during one of the songs that I was in during “Peter Pan” that I want to share with you! I was doing a scene with one of the Lost Boys, and we were supposed to be fighting each other. My costume for Neverland Native had a sash on it that fastened in the back with velcro, and during one of the shows, the Lost Boy that I was supposed to be fighting accidentally ripped my sash off of me. I just remember that he stared at me in absolute shock, and he had to hold my sash in his hand while we stood there, surprised and scared (Which at least worked for the scene since at that point we were all supposed to freeze in place.) And when we had to move to our next spots to get ready for our song, he handed me the sash and even though he couldn’t say anything since he had a microphone, I could tell that he wanted to apologize. And during the entire intro to the song (When I wasn’t doing anything, just sitting down while the people in front did stuff) I struggled and re-velcroed the sash just as the dancing started that I had to do! It was a nerve wracking experience but I’m just glad that it ended up working out!
The next show that I was in was “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz” and it was the first time that I got a role where I got to have a microphone and had line and singing solos! I used the song “Popular” from “Wicked”
In this show, I was cast as The Munchkin Mayor and I got a couple different solos and some lines! It was a lot of fun to do! One mishap that I remember was this: We had a smoke machine that we used when the Wicked Witch of the West came out and one time in the middle of the Munchkin Song, it went off with a super loud bang and a puff of smoke. It was in the middle of my solo and I had to just continue as if nothing had happened. It was so funny because I talked to my parents after the show and they said that they didn’t even notice that anything had happened! I thought that it was amusing that the audience didn’t even notice things that seem monumental to all the actors on stage!
Show number five that I was in was “Tuck Everlasting” and I have to say that it was one of my favorite shows that I have done to date! It was a small cast, just like when I did “A Little Princess” and so I got to know everyone in the cast really well and I made a lot of friends that I still keep in touch with, nearly three years after the show had ended! In this show, I was cast in the ensemble but even so I had a really great time! I had a lot of downtime during this show and me and my friends played a lot of card games backstage, like “Egyptian Ratscrew” and “Go Fish” and “Liar” and a lot of other games!
One mishap that I remember from this show was that at one point, one of the actors had to do a flip off of one of the short sets, and he had a hat on. And no matter how many bobby pins that kids put in his hair, the hat always fell off and there was nothing that he could do! Everytime, he went backstage and was like “What the heck, I put SO many bobby pins in my hair this time! Why does it ALWAYS fall out!?”
The last show that I have been in to date was a production of “Matilda Jr.” and this was the first show where I was cast as a main character!!! In this show I got to be Miss Agatha Trunchbull! It was so much fun and I made so many new friends because this was a new theater company. And it was so much fun to be a main character! I really enjoyed working with the girls who were cast as Matilda and Miss Honey, they were such great actors and so much fun to work with!
The biggest mishap that happened during “Matilda Jr.” Was during a scene where the kids playing Mr. Wormwood was supposed to take a towel off his head and reveal green hair (It was a wig) but one time, when he removed the towel from his hair, the wig came off with it! And so, he had to improvise a whole new scene since he couldn’t say “Green hair” anymore. But actually, the girl playing Mrs. Wormwood was the one who had to start the scene, and I have to say that she did a wonderful job!!! Instead of saying her actual line “Your hair is green!” She played it off like his hair was extremely messy beyond repair! And so Matilda and Mr. Wormwood were able to go along with the new scene and the audience didn’t even know that anything had happened!
And with that! I am done telling you about all of my acting experiences as of today! I hope you enjoyed reading about it!!!

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Huff In Cabin Daily/Proof for Word War with Jean!
01/08/2022

My favorite thing about school is probably English/Language Arts since that’s my favorite subject that I’m really good at! I’ve always been naturally good at Language Arts because I taught myself to read sight words at a very young age.
Aside from that I really like the fact that I’m homeschooled! Since I’m homeschooled, I have a lot of flexibility with my classes and when I get to do my schoolwork. I know that a lot of people assume that homeschoolers never go to a school campus, and that we are all anti-social and that it’s hard for us to make friends. The people who think that could not be more wrong! The school that I homeschool with (Not including the name for privacy reasons) Gives me the option to attend virtual classes, in person classes on a school campus, or no classes. This year I chose to do a couple of online classes and then do the rest of my work at home!
Another thing that I really like about being homeschooled is that I can choose what curriculum I want to use. Like when I was using a math program that my teacher recommended and it wasn’t working for me, I talked to my parents and my teacher and then they let me switch to a more visual math program since I’m a visual learner! And that really helped me understand math when I was moving in Algebra I!
As for the thing that I like least about school…. Well…. I’m taking a class with some high schoolers right now even though I am not in high school yet… And surprisingly even though I’m like 4 years younger then some of them, I’m more mature than a lot of them! I think that it;s ridiculous that kids who are in twelfth grade can still behave like eighth graders and the teachers don’t seem to mind. In my online English class that I take with High Schoolers, they have some kids who are in a room together on campus. And they were not paying attention to the teacher when he was talking, and nobody said anything to them! That really just annoys me sooooo much!

WEEKLY!

Part One

I'm at school, in my Politics & Government class. It's my favourite subject, because we get to have debates about a ton of different topics. Last week, our topic was whether veterinary care should be free.

I'm one of the first people to arrive to class, just like I normally am, and I get out my pencil case and my notebook, as well as my laptop, so that I can do any research I need. The teacher nods and smiles at me, and I beam back at her. Mrs Emmanuel has been at this school for years, and we get along pretty well.

People start arriving into the classroom and sitting down, and I grin. Mrs Emmanuel begins the lesson by collecting our homework and announcing the winner of last week's debate. (Of course, it was my team. I don't want to brag, but debating is one of my biggest strengths.)

Next, she reminds us all about a competition we looked at earlier this month. It closes next Friday, and I smile, satisfied that I already submitted my entry a while ago. I'm itching to get on with the debate, though, and I think Mrs Emmanuel can tell. She clicks through to the next slide on the PowerPoint, where our discussion topic is written in large lettering.

“Fake news is the largest threat to world health,” she reads out.

I open my notebook and start making notes as she clicks through the presentation, showing facts and statistics relevant to the topic.

Annoyingly, somebody is trying to talk over Mrs Emmanuel. I don't even have to look around to know who it is. As always, it's Leonora. She's honestly so infuriating. I hate that we share classes, especially this class. Being in the same class as her is the only thing I dislike about Politics & Government. I try not to let her ruin my favourite subject, but it can be really hard.

I turn around and glare at her, and she just raises one eyebrow at me, as if to say, “What are you going to do about it?”

I know it's wrong to hate people, but honestly, I think if there's anybody I do hate in this world, it would be Leonora.

Anyway, so Mrs Emmanuel finishes going through the slideshow, and I'm happy with the notes I've taken. The format of the lesson usually involves splitting into small groups to discuss the topic, and then coming back together as a class to have a whole class discussion. We're also normally allowed to choose our own groups, which for me means that the girls who are on the debate team all group together, including me.

Today, however, she tells us that she will be picking our groups. I'm not overly worried about this. I am one of her favourite students, after all, so I'm sure she won't-

I break off my train of thought, since I just heard her say my name, and pay attention to the other names she called.

“Clarissa, you'll be in a group with Yvenne, Em, and Leonora.”

Okay, fine. Em is one of my usual teammates, and although I don't really talk much with Yvenne, she seems nice- hang on. Did she say Leonora?

My eyes widen as this sinks in.

“And Billie, Alexia, Sharon and Evelyn can work together! Those will be your groups for the rest of the semester, so if you want to switch seats to be next to your team members, you may do so.”

I glance at Em, who gives me a pitying look as Leonora walks over to where we sit at the front. She casually sits on top of my desk, and I glare. She doesn't move, which is infuriating, but I try to ignore her.

Em walks up to Yvenne, presumably to ask her to come join us, and I try to refocus my mind onto the topic rather than Leonora and the annoyance of having to work with her.

To my surprise, Leonora starts off the discussion. I don't know why I'm surprised by that - I guess I just assumed that she would mess around during the discussion, just like she does during the rest of the class. But no, it actually turns out that she has a strong opinion about this. It's just unfortunate that she's wrong.

“Well, yeah. Of course fake news is the worst issue. I mean, people's whole lives get ruined by fake news,” she says.

In my peripheral vision, I notice Em smirking. Clearly they know full well what I think about this topic and about Leonora. I hate to prove them right, but I can't just sit and listen while Leonora is talking absolute nonsense.

“What has that got to do with world health?” I challenge. “You’re right, I guess-”

She smiles triumphantly, and I frown. “You’re right, but it’s got nothing to do with what we’re meant to be discussing!”

“Nope. Unless you think that world health doesn’t include mental health, which I have to say is really narrow-minded of you,” she counters. Honestly, it’s so annoying that she's actually kind of smart.

“No, I guess you're right… but it's such a small percentage of people who are affected by fake news specifically. Like, if you'd said social media in general, then sure, but fake news basically only affects celebrities, and proportionately, that's not significant enough for it to be the biggest cause.” I'm kind of thinking aloud, and I won't lie, I'm sort of secretly enjoying this discussion.

Part Two

You sat down in front of the laptop, cautiously lifting the lid as if you were afraid that something would jump out at you, and flinching as the screen lit up. The brightness startled you, and you jumped backwards. Leaving the laptop where it was, you wandered off to the kitchen. You were so fascinated with the oven, opening and closing the door to see the light inside turn on and off. The fridge similarly captivated you, and you slowly closed the door over and over again to see if you could catch the moment when the light turned off. It didn’t work, but it’s funny to see how people haven’t changed at all over the years.

Then you walked over to the dishwasher and opened it. Bad idea. Soapy water came cascading all over the floor, and you yelped as it went over your feet. You quickly shut the door to the dishwasher, and started looking through all the cupboards and drawers. You were hugely intrigued by all the food that you’d never seen before, but soon enough you got bored and went back into the living room. The TV had started blaring, and your eyes widened, before you hesitantly sat down on the sofa and started watching the movie that was playing.

You sat like that for maybe an hour and a half - until the movie finished. Then you went up to the bookshelves and picked out a book - Little Women. You had read that book as a child, when it was newly published, and it was calming for you to re-read it, now that you are in a completely different time period.

You had been walking along the street, in the late 19th century, when you had accidentally fallen into a temporal vortex and arrived in a twenty-first-century house. It had been hugely surprising for the people who lived there, when they went downstairs and found you wandering around their house, with no idea where or when you were.

It had taken you a while to settle in, and you still wanted to go back to the nineteenth century, where all your family and friends were. You had very strong opinions about most modern things - you were wholeheartedly convinced that phones were untrustworthy. You did get addicted to the TV worryingly fast, but then again, most people living in the 21st century are addicted to television.

When you decided you wanted to go outside for a walk, that was quite interesting. You lived around this area in your own time period, and you were talking about all the changes. You also really wanted to visit a big shopping centre, which was an interesting experience. The music blaring from speakers everywhere was quite surreal for you. Actually, in general you were just quite put out by the constant noise of this century.

You’d been able to get some modern currency by selling your old coins, which you were really annoyed about, but they had gone for quite a lot of money because they were old and rare and therefore valuable. People were a bit confused about why you didn’t have a credit card, because most adults in this century do, but at least you were paying for what you bought.

The twenty-first century had its ups and downs, but you were actually quite enjoying the experience, even if you would never admit it.

Part Three! This is a continuation of this piece that I wrote, so some of it might not make sense without the context

Queen Robiline scowls and shakes her head. “No. We’re not bringing my sister into this. I don’t care how powerful a majik she is, we’re not going to.”

Robiline and her older sister Alicianna had fallen out several years ago, when Robiline had staged a coup to overthrow the then-Queen Alicianna. She claimed that it was because Alicianna was a harsh and cruel queen, but the truth was that Robiline just wanted the throne for herself and their younger brother, Bino.

Alicianna had never gotten on well with Bino, so the two younger royal siblings had formed an alliance against her, spreading lies and misinformation until eventually, the populace of Gibberland turned fully against her, believing that she wanted to change the national anthem and ban all cheese.

Tsrif, the head majik, glares at Robiline. “We have to at least ask if the Countess will help us.”

She had been working as a majik ever since graduating from school, and had advised countless Gibberish monarchs - including Alicianna, back when she had been queen of Gibberland. Of everybody in the world, Tsrif was perhaps one of the few who could say they properly understood Alicianna.

Robiline glares right back at Tsrif. She’s worked hard to get where she is today, and she knows perfectly well that if Alicianna ever steps back into the palace ever again, let alone assists in a national crisis like this one, the people will start to remember how much Alicianna has done for the country of Gibberland.

There’s a sort of silent staring contest between the pair, before Robiline eventually concedes. “Fine. We can ask. She probably won’t agree.”

Tsrif nods and picks up the phone. “Hey Lici,” she says - using Alicianna’s nickname, Robiline notes with slight irritation. “We’ve kind of got a crisis at the palace. You might have noticed the earthquake earlier?”

Tsrif waits for a moment, and Robiline feels a sinking feeling in her chest, before she announces to the room: “She’s on her way now!”

The other majiks cheer, and Robiline scowls. As always, Alicianna will waltz in, fix everything with a snap of her fingers, and get all of the credit. Robiline will always be in Alicianna’s shadow. The last few years have been better, she supposes, with Alicianna banished to her own province of Dexderonowoe. But now everything is just going to be back to how it always was, with Alicianna getting everything and Robiline getting nothing.

There’s a knock on the door, and Tsrif hurries to open it. Her assistant, Dnoces, announces: “Presenting the Countess Alicianna of Dexderonowoe!”

Alicianna walks in with an imperious expression on her face and sheer confidence in her stride, looking directly at Tsrif. “What’s the issue?” she asks, taking charge of the situation.

“Creggi cut off his head and launched it into space,” Robiline interjects before Tsrif can answer. She’s always known that Tsrif prefers her sister (and supported Alicianna during the coup), but if she can stay in control of the situation, she can ignore how much of a disadvantage she’s at.

Alicianna blinks, taken aback by the oddness of the issue at hand, before quickly recovering her composure. “Right. And I’m here because…”

This time Tsrif jumps in before Robiline can answer. “We need all the majikal power we can get.”

“Okay. No problem,” she says, before looking at Robiline with a concerned expression. “Are you alright with this, Ro?” she asks, using Robiline’s nickname from when they were little.

Robiline nods curtly. “I’m fine. Shall we get on with it?”

“Yep, we should get this done as quickly as possible before something worse happens,” Tsrif answers, ushering Robiline out of the room. (Although Robiline is the queen, she isn’t a majik like Alicianna is, so she can’t be present for the spell.)

The trio - Tsrif, Alicianna and Dnoces - starts setting up, feeling just like the old days. They had been good friends, and then Alicianna had been driven into hiding by her siblings’ coup.

However, unbeknownst to Robiline, Bino, and everybody else in the country of Gibberland, Tsrif and Alicianna had stayed in touch during Alicianna’s exile. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement - Tsrif wanted a queen who actually listened to her, and Alicianna wanted her throne back. Neither of them had enough power to overthrow Robiline and Bino individually, but combined, it might just be possible.

Honestly, Alicianna didn’t care so much about the throne. She hated being in exile; she hated that everybody believed Robiline’s lies about her. She wanted to be able to openly be friendly with Tsrif without putting her in danger. The crown, the glitz and glamour - that was barely a factor in her plans. What she wanted was her life back. Her life that her two siblings had practically stolen from her.

So the trio sets up the ritual to bring Creggi’s head back down to earth, and Tsrif is mentally planning the article that she’ll anonymously publish, giving every detail of how Alicianna saved the country.

The ritual goes smoothly, and when it’s done, the palace starts shaking again as Creggi’s head shoots back down. Alicianna breathes a small sigh of relief, and Tsrif squeezes her hand.

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll get you your throne back, Lici. I promise.”

Alicianna grins at her as Robiline walks back into the room. “I trust everything went smoothly?” she asks coldly.

Tsrif nods. “Everything went perfectly, your majesty.”

(919 words for part one + 565 words for part two + 903 words for part three = 2387 words total!)

Proof for cabin war (Huff Cabin, challenged by Snooze Cabin) 1/9/22? I'm not keeping track of the time UTC

961 words,
10 metaphors, I think?


It was the sun - burning us, taunting us, coming closer to burn us.
We weren’t good with drought.
Let alone this drought, which was as if the water said “bye bye!” and disappeared from our little corner.
Not that we had much water in the first place.
I was thirsty. I always was.
Now, we were rationed more than ever.
The water must have told the rain not to come, because no lucky rainshower came.
We tried to convince the water.
People have this notion of water, that it’s “go-with-the-flow”.
Yeah, right.
THIS water put up a wall.
Blocking us from getting the source of life.
When I heard the news, my tail lashed back and forth. I glared at the sun, instantly regretting it when the light slashed a blade through my corneas.
I couldn’t live in the rebellion anymore.
I had been, for a while.
My name is Flicker.
I’m a fox.
And I knew what I had to do.
The rebellion had been falling for a while.
Our allies had already been stripped away from their life.
We mourned them.
Meanwhile, we had our own problems.
There was less water after the apocalypse.
Most humans tried to kill each other. The world ended.
There were others who rose - worse than ever.
They controlled everything.
Greedy foxes realized that this was a ‘good’ form of government.
Now we are trapped, just like them.
We had allies - rebellions.
The Government controlled the water system.
The rebellions? We tried.
We were actually thriving for a while.
Then, there was this woman.
She revealed our secrets.
Stripped back our defenses.
We were given no mercy by the Government.
We tried to help our allies, who had a worse fate.
But by then our Government was suspicious.
Everyone was questioned, there was nothing we could do.
I’m one of the last left.
They haven’t figured me out.
Yet.
I’m on a quest - I need that water.
We all do.
The Government doesn’t need it.
They are keeping the water away from us so that they can manipulate us.
Well, I’m not falling for it.
I’ve seen the Government - their snooty smiles that said “I control the world. You’re just a pawn that I can move around.” I’ve seen how cruel they can be.
I’ve seen their allies; even worse because they have more power.
I smiled grimly, knowing that at least our Government was being manipulated by the other one.
That still means that there is evil, though.
I had been walking for a while.
Panting, I curled myself up underneath a bush.
I had rolled myself in some mint that had no fight left in it so that I could disguise my scent.
It didn’t do a great job (it was half-dead, after all) but it was something.
I had been saving up my water for a while, for this journey, so I was insanely thirsty.
But at least I had lots of water. I forced myself not to gulp down the water as fast as I could, but I nearly did.
The water was in the back of my flask, flattening itself against the wall so I couldn’t drink anymore.
My mouth was parched, and I was hungry.
A quick hunt later, I bit into the withering mouse I had caught, hoping for the mouse to be juicy.
It wasn’t.
But hey, it was something!
I was on my way, again.
I’ll spare you most of my journey, mostly because it was boring - passing lakes that had run off with their rain friends, catching tiny mice that barely made a meal, eating sorry berries…
It wasn’t a fun trip, that’s for sure.
But I could smell it: the tantalizingly close scent of water, begging me to find it.
It ran away, but realized that where it was wasn’t a good place.
I needed to free the water.
So I ran, faster and harder than I ever had in my life.
The wind rushing past me brought that water-scent even closer.
The wind also told me that there were guards.
And while I was focusing on this, I slammed into a mud wall.
Wincing, I gingerly walked forward and noticed the guards.
Ha! Just where I needed them to be.
And then I had an idea.
I waited until night - then it would be easier, there were no guards.
I slammed my forepaws into the mud wall, even though it hurt.
I heard a rustle. I was caught!
But it turned out to be a fox who smelled of the forest, not humans or guards or whatever.
She was a silver fox.
“Are you trying to free the water? I’ve done that, but I haven’t had another fox to help me.”
Her voice was smooth and sweet like honey.
I smiled, knowing that she must be part of the rebellion.
“Yes. I am.”
We worked, busy as bees, pushing our paws against the wall.
When dawn awoke, rising up out of her nest, the water was free.
Rushing, flooding the landscape.
The silver fox (I still didn’t know her name,) stood with me, as we watched the water flow past us.
Violently past us.
She stood close to me, her fur touching mine.
And then she shoved me in the water.
“See ya!” she called out, or that’s what I think I heard.
The water was in my ears.
In my fur.
In my bones.
I was the water.
And the water asked me where to go.
I told it.
I could command the water, just like I controlled my paws.
My battered paws.
I knew we had reached the village, because I heard screams.
But I was too weak to open my eyes.
So I succumbed to the black darkness.
As if I was asleep.

Proof for cabin war with Snooze 01/08/2022
688 words and 10 metaphors!

I sat at my desk buried in a sea of paperwork; reports from other branches of the rebellion, recommendations of rookies to come to the meain HQ and train to lead other branches, reports of who’d been captured while working, and so many other things that it was hard to keep them all straight. I sighed and looked around at the mountain-like stacks of papers piled all over my desk as I tried to figure out what me and my second-in-command, Shasha, were going to do to help out today.
Oh! How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself to you! My name is Ash, and I’m the leader of the rebellion. And I don’t mean the leader of a part of the rebellion. Or the leader of a branch of the rebellion. No, no no. I am the leader of the whole. Entire. Resistance.
Suddenly, before I could make any decisions and set them in stone I heard a rapid, crazy hard, knocking at my door.
“Who is it?” I called from my desk. There was no answer, but soon the door swung open and Shasha came running in, looking a bit panicked. She shut the door behind her and pulled up a chair in front of my desk. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a mole in the resistance.” I took a minute to think about it… Food for thought I guess you could call it
“How do you know?”
“Have you seen the amount of agents that are getting captured?” She exclaimed, waving her hands around like she does when she gets agitated “They’re dropping like flies out in the field!”
“And that’s the only proof you have?” I questioned. I too had some suspicions that we had a traitor in our midst. But who could be leaking the information out to the enemy?
“No. I’ve had some of our computer wizards working like bees for the last couple days to see if they could find any suspicious outgoing signals.”
“And they found something?” I inquired. This was getting interesting very fast. If there was a mole, and Shasha had found proof of their identity, we could use it to our advantage and feed them false information to send to the government… Assuming that is who they’re reporting to, that is.
“Well, they found an outgoing signal that was encrypted in something other than our code.”
“So you found out who the mole is!?” I grinned, this could be extremely useful.
“That’s the thing, it WAS an audio message. But their voice is distorted like an underwater recording… And we can’t figure it out. It’s as though they’ve hidden themselves behind a mask with this distortion.” As Shasha finished talking, I felt like there was a weight dropped on my shoulders, now I knew that there was a mole in the rebellion… But there was no way to figure out who it was! It could be anyone! It could be any one of my commanding officers even!
“That’s not any help at all!” I exclaimed, standing “Show me the recording. Maybe we can figure out where they’re transmitting from and catch this black sheep before they can do any real damage.”
Shasha led me to a room with a computer in it. There were no other agents allowed in with us since we had no way of knowing whether one of them was the traitor. Once we had checked the room for bugs, we closed the soundproof door and Shasha played the recording.
“Report of the day. August fourteenth, 2087.” Shasha had been right. The recording was so distorted that I had no idea if it was even a girl or a boy! “Ash is starting to have her suspicions that there’s a mole in HQ. Don’t worry, I’ve sabotaged so many agents this week that there’s no way she’ll have time to look into it. She’ll be too busy worrying about what these people know. And how you might make them tell what they know.” And on that ominous note. The recording suddenly ended. I thought to myself
What the heck are we going to do?

Weekly One

Part one 707 words

I silently leap through the trees. I take a deep breath, hesitate, then finally jump. I fly through the air, plunging into the deep, clear, dark blue depth of the lake. I open my eyes . . . and freak out! Frantically I swim back to the surface, emerging and swimming to shore. “Wait!” I hear behind me, but I don't stop, don't look back. Strangers were dangerous. Even cute ones, cute ones could be even more dangerous. I finally reach shore and look back, the strangers right behind me. I bend down and pick up my boots, hurriedly shoving my feet into them. I don't even care that they're filling up with the water running down me. I start running, wringing out my hair and clothes as I go. Finally I spot a low enough branch and leap up. I grab hold and swing myself up. I wobble on the branch for a second before regaining my balance. I quickly swing up higher, then crouch down to watch the stranger. He's panting hard and stops for a rest. He'll never find me up here. But I thought too soon. He looks up, sees me, and swings himself up. He lands with a balance that I envy. He quickly starts climbing towards me. I flee. I run, leaping from branch to branch. I have to get away from him. There's a large gap ahead of me but I can't stop. He's right behind me. I'm at the gap now and leap. But I took off a second too late. I plummet. Speeding towards the hard ground. I try to scream but can't. Suddenly I jerk to a stop. I look up and the stranger is there, holding my hand. He heaves me up beside him and I sit, breathing heavily. I was seconds away from imminent death. Still, just because he saved me doesn't mean he can be trusted. I scoot a few inches away. He crouches down, looking at me with concern. “Are you ok?” I don't answer. I stare at him, sizing him up. He was undoubtedly stronger than me and I had just seen that he was very agile. I doubt I could escape him. “What do you want?” The words pop out of my mouth before I can stop them. A look of confusion passes over his face. “I don't want anything.” I purse my lips. “You must want something.” “Really, I don't.” He shakes his head. “Fine, then I believe we're done.” I get up and leap to a lower branch. I feel the branch shake slightly, when he lands behind me. I sigh and turn around, my arms folded across my chest. He holds up his hands defensively. “Before you take my head off, let me say something. I do want something-” “I knew it, what is it?” “I want to train.” I blink twice, not understanding his meaning. “Train in what?” “Agility, swimming, riding, knife throwing, reading, climbing.” As he listed them, he also ticked them off his fingers. I stare at him, my mouth agape. “How do you know I'm good at all those things?” He looks down, not meeting my eyes. Finally he looks up, staring me straight in the eye. “To be honest, I know quite a bit about you.” I stare at him. “How?” He smiles at me. “You don't remember me, do you?” I shake my head. “We used to play together when we were children.” I examine him closer. Come to think of it, his sandy blond hair does seem vaguely familiar. I peer into his eyes, the deep blue depths seem to draw me in. “Stephan?” I gasp. It's been years since I'd seen him. I hadn't seen him since I was 7, when his family moved away. He smiles wider. “I didn't know if you'd remember me after all this time. You've gotten quicker, chasing you was quite a challenge.” I grin at him. “You're not half bad yourself. In fact, you're probably a great deal better than me.” He snorts. “Are you kidding me? I'm lucky I haven't smashed my skull yet.” I laugh. “You always were clumsy.” “Not clumsy, just . . . developing.” He can't stop from laughing. It felt good to have one friend.


Part two 609 words

You're wandering down the streets with a dazed look on your face. You approach a small, pale yellow house. You stare at the door, as if waiting for it to open. When it stays sealed close, you cautiously poke it. When it doesn't explode or an alarm goes off, you place both your hands on it and shove. It wasn't locked and swings open. You walk in. There are photos hanging on the walls and you peer at your reflection in them. You hear someone approaching and spin around. A plump, old woman stands there. “Jeffrey, you were supposed to be back hours ago.” She scolds you, waving her ladle around. “Ma'am, you have the wrong person-” You start, but she cuts you off. “No excuses. Now go wash up and get ready for dinner.” You obey, walking down the hallway she points to. You open a couple of doors before you finally find the one to what you assume is the bathroom. You walk over to the sink and wait for it to turn on. It doesn't so you think back to your history books. How did these things work before? You try pumping it, but it stays still. You finally remember that around 2,000 years ago, they used handles to turn sinks on and off. You grab a handle and turn it. Water shoots out of the spout. You stick your hands under it. It's freezing. You remember that before they had computers that mixed the water to the perfect amount, you had to turn both handles. One handle was hot and one was cold. You turn the other one and the water starts to warm up. A little too warm. You turn the handle with hot water back a bit. Finally it's the perfect temperature. You look around a find a bar of soap on the counter. You grab it and it slips out of your hands. It falls in the sink, which is rapidly filling with water. You plunge a hand in and fish around for it. You find but it slips out of your grasp. You try a few more times, but finally give up. You figure your hands are clean enough already. You turn off the taps and look around for a towel to dry your hands off with. You spot one hanging next to the door, it looks just like the one in your history textbooks. You wipe your hands off then head to the kitchen. You know it's the kitchen, because that's where the delicious scent of food is coming from. You can hear the old woman moving around inside. You walk in and she points to the table, not even bothering to look at you. You take a seat and she brings you a steaming plate with food heaped upon it. You look down at the cutlery and stare at it blankly. You're not used to having food that's not in squeezable tubes. Finally you remember how you're supposed to use them and pick up a fork. The fork feels awkward in your hand. You try to scoop up some peas with your fork. Each time you get some on though, they fall of before you can eat them. Finally you give up and attempt to use a spoon to pick them up. A spoon works much better and soon you've eaten your whole meal. The old woman leads you to your room, saying how tired you must be. You flop onto the bed and stare at the ceiling. You liked this assignment at first, but now you think it might be a little more challenging than you first thought.


Part three 900 words

Tanya stepped up to the door. She reached up to knock, took a deep breath and chickened out.

Troy walked up to the check in office. A girl was standing there, she looked nervous. *At least I won't be alone.* He thought.

Tanya heard footsteps approaching behind her. She looked over her shoulder. A boy who looked about her age stood there. He had shaggy black hair, pale skin, and dark blue eyes. *He's cute.* Her cheeks burned at the thought.

Troy stood next to the girl in awkward silence. He finally broke it. “Are you going to knock or should I?” The girl nervously tucked a strand of honey coloured hair behind her ear.

“I can.” Tanya said in whisper. She got up the courage, took a deep breath and knocked. She heard a muffled voice, “Come in.”

Troy opened the door and let the girl go in first. The secretary looked up. “Your names please?” “Troy Santiago.”

“Tanya Kelley.” She was feeling more confident with another student nearby. “Wait right there.” The secretary pointed to some chairs lined up against the wall. “Ms. Willis will call you in when she's ready. Tanya nodded and sat down.

Troy sat a chair away from Tanya and placed his bag on the chair between them. They sat in silence for a minute. ”So, your name's Tanya?“ Troy shifted in his seat to face the girl.

Tanya turned towards Troy. ”Yes. And your name is Troy?“

”Yep.“ Troy smiled at her.

Tanya sat still in the seat and tried not to fidgit. She was acutely aware that Troy was staring at her. *What do I say to him?*

*What do I say to her?* Troy looked around for something, anything to talk about. He caught sight of a horse sticker on her bag. ”Do you like horses?“ He asked.

Tanya smiled slightly. ”Yes, I ride. I have a mare named Honey. She's the sweetest girl ever.“ The more she talked, the more she relaxed. ”Do you ride?

Troy relaxed. “Yeah, I don't have my own horse but I hope to soon.”

Tanya opened her mouth to reply when a tall, thin woman stuck her head out the door. “Tanya Kelley?” “That's me.” Tanya stood up and gathered her things. “Wish me luck.” She whispered to Troy. She followed Ms. Willis into the office.

Troy waited anxiously. Now that there was no one to talk to he was getting nervous. His knees bounced up and down and he couldn't stop looking at the clock. *What if I'm not ready for this?*

Tanya took a seat across from Ms. Willis and glanced nervously at her hands. “Tanya, we're here to discuss your schedule.” She glanced down at the paper in front of her. “I see here that you want to take Advanced English and Algebra.” Tanya straightened up. “Yes, ma'am. I excelled at those at my old school and I thought it would be good to challenge myself a bit more.” Ms. Willis nodded approvingly. “That's good, but-” Tanya froze. *Did I do something wrong?*

Troy stared at the door where Tanya went. He wondered how her meeting was going. *No doubt it's going better than mine will.*

“Advanced classes require more time and effort. Since this is your first time, I think it would be better to take normal English and Algebra classes.” Tanya thought about it. “I believe I can do this, Ms. Willis. Please let me try.” She begged. Ms. Willis sighed. “Ok, but if it's too hard I want you to come see my and we can work something out.” Tanya nodded.

Troy glanced at the clock. It had been 5 minutes. Only 5. It felt like Tanya had been in the office for hours.

“Let's talk about you electives now. You get two.” Ms. Willis pushed a sheet of paper towards Tanya. “Here are the available electives.” Tanya took the list and scanned it. *Botany could be kind of fun. Ooh, photography.* She found one she liked and kept looking for her next one. *Hmm, oh!* She spotted one right at the end of the list. “I'll take Home Education and Survival skills please.” She handed the sheet back. “Excellent.” Ms. Willis typed something into her computer. “I teach Survival Skills and I think you'll really enjoy it. You may go now. Please invite Troy Santiago in.” Tanya nodded and stood up to leave.

Troy was staring at the door when it opened and Tanya stepped out. “How did it go?”

“It was great. I think you'll like Ms. Willis. She's really nice.” Tanya reassured him.

“Ok, but if I don't come out in 15 minutes, you can assume that I fainted or had a heart attack.” He smiled at her.

Tanya laughed. “Alright, I'll wait out here for you.”

Troy sat down in the same chair as Tanya had and looked nervously at Ms. Willis.

Tanya waited until Troy came out. When he did she stood up. “So, how was it?”

“I'm alive.” Troy responded. They both burst out laughing.

The secretary glared at them. “Oops. Maybe we should go outside.” Tanya went out the door. When they were safely outside they started laughing again.

“I feel like I've known you forever.” Troy said to Tanya. It was true. In just a few minutes they had become good friends.

Tanya smiled at him. “I feel the same way.”

Total words: 2216

Part 3:
(900 something words. 5000 points for huff!)

Julia wakes up to her alarm beeping unusually loud. She moans and rolls over in her bed. “Julia come down for breakfast! The bus is coming in half an hour!” She hears her mom yell up the stairs. “I'm coming!” She looks in the mirror and sees the deep bags under her eyes, then drags her feet down the staircase. She climbs into her chair and brushes her long, silvery hair while eating french toast for breakfast. Once the bus arrives, she climbs in and sits in her favorite spot. The back, where the driver can't scold her. Her “Bus mates” are excitedly chatting about the next school dance, or humming the most popular songs. Her BFF sits down beside her and has her earbuds in. She's humming “Counting Stars” by Onerepublic. Julia rolls her eyes. That song has been stuck in her head for days. “Lately I've been- I've been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be.” Julia moans as her friend starts singing. “Please just stop Hanna!” Hanna takes her earbuds out and says “Whelp, I guess we're here anyway.”

Eric is trapped in an empty room, and there is no way out. No windows, no doors, nothing. “Hello?” She says, and his words echo across the room. He drags his hand along the cold, steel walls. Suddenly he hears a metal voice (That would make sense, for this room is made up of metal) say “Welcome to the world of Imagination.” And bright colors swirl together on each of the steel walls. Eric marvels at the intricately engraved designs on the walls he didn't notice before. Hieroglyphics…

Julia drags herself to her first class, mathematics. Mr. Wilson talks mostly about khan academy, (boring, boring, boring.) She thinks about falling asleep, which is normal in middle school. And already, a short boy named Eric with a mop of brown hair that seems to pile up on top of his head was fast asleep. Mr. Wilson didn't seem to notice, so Julia drifted to sleep. She dreamt about being in the vast desert with nothing but sand for a million miles. Suddenly, a pyramid rises from the sand and a door opens mysteriously. Julia steps inside and all she sees is a wall covered in hieroglyphics. Somehow, she came to read it, and it says “Welcome to the world of imagination”. Julia says it aloud and a door opens. She steps inside and it closes shut behind her.

Eric sees the hieroglyphics spread to the edges of the wall like sand being pushed away. Someone steps out of the wall and stumbles into the room. He soon realises that it's Julia, a girl from his math class with long silvery hair that goes down to her hips. Why is she in his dream?
Julia falls into a steel room with steel walls and a steel floor. But, inside, the boy Eric from her class was there too. Was this a coincidence? Julia is so startled, she wakes up.

Suddenly, Julia disappears from the room. Eric wonders what happened to her, and thinking about her makes him think about his math class, and he realises he’s still in math. He, too, jolts awake.

Julia stares at Eric for the rest of the day, and she can tell he’s staring at her too. It feels strange to Julia that they both had the same dream, (or at least that’s the theory she and Hanna made…)And she wants to verify with Eric if that’s what really happened. But Eric’s a strange kid, and talking to him would be awkward, because of their differences.

Eric wants to figure out what really happened, but Mr. Wilson gave him detention for sleeping in class. His friend Leo comes over to him after detention and asks him “Did you sleep in class again today?” Eric glares at him because he knows Leo is teasing him again. Leo’s been Eric’s best friend since the second grade. Up until fourth grade it was just them until they met Alex. Alex walks over and says “I had the weirdest dream last night. Leo and I were hanging out, and that girl Lauren suddenly came in through the wall and then just suddenly left. That was when the dream ended.” “I had a similar dream in math today,” Eric says. “I was in a cold, steel room, and there was this wall with hieroglyphics and then that seventh grader Julia came in through the wall, and disappeared. Do you think it means anything?” Leo stares at them both for a while, and then just walks away and shrugs. “I’ll probably be next.”

The next night, Julia lay wide awake in her bed. She didn’t want to have another weird dream, but eventually she drifted off to sleep. She was in the same metal room, but this time with Lauren, Hanna, Alex, Leo, and Eric again. “Why are you here?” Julia asks. “We don’t know. It seems like when we fall asleep, we all end up in the same place.” Lauren says. “What if we all remember something each other said tonight and see if we all remember it at school tomorrow, so if it’s real we can tell.” Alex suggests. “Let’s take turns saying something about our day.” Hanna says. “For example, today I got a one hundred on my math test today.” “Mr. Wilson didn’t give us tests today.” Eric says with a yawn. “You also fell asleep during math.” Leo says matter-of-factly. When morning comes, the kids don’t return to real life. And are forever lost in a dream.

WEEKLY:
Super annoying but kinda social Linda: PART ONE THE TORTURE BEGINS!!! (starting this on a Friday at 11:40 pm at UTC btw.. hehe IM SO SMART RIGHT?!?!?) (and also this is 726 words:

I heard my dear mother’s walking footsteps as I was laying down in my beautiful Italian bed.
I at first thought I was in trouble for something sense my mom almost never wakes me up for well anything in the mornings unless it was because I was in trouble but then I remembered it was for a totally different reason.

It was because today was the first day of school.

When my mother ran over here, I quite quickly freaked out. Today would be marking the VERY FIRST day of 3rd grade for me. tHiRd gRadE!!! I mean it might sound a bit weird but I have never been in an actual classroom before.

Because of Covid, I have never actually walked into a non-virtual class- my mom was always to scared to put me in one thinking I could get sick. I was hoping to also stay out of school this year but my mom forced me to. Apparently, I have to gain social skills or something. I don’t really know what she is talking about to be honest. I talk to people fine on computers and social media websites, why do I have to go to school in real life??

Anyway, my mom then came up to me with the widest smile on her face and quietly screamed the words I wish she would never say. “Linda my sweet daughter! Its time for school!”

I was absolutely annoyed when I heard this. I wish I could skip school or something. I mean what do people actually bring out to real life after taking school?? I mean I know that in my future I want to be an artist. What does art have to do with science or history or math? NOTHING!

I knew if I told my mom all of the thoughts, I was thinking inside my head right now she would think of me as some kind of freak and worry about me so I tried to put a super wide smile on my face and get out of bed in the happiest manner possible. I mean maybe if I try to act happy about school, I will be happy about school!

As I get up out of my bed, I think in my head that this was going to be a great day like any other if I just believed it could be. Guess what? It did not work… I have been trying to act happy about this whole non-virtual school thing for the past ten minutes and I feel as happy as a dog without a bone and now here I am, sitting on the kitchen counter eating cereal for breakfast and thinking to myself why this could have ever been a good day because the first day of school always sucks. Always.

At some point in time, I had been staring into space thinking about all of the tragedies that could have happened in the time I was sitting here and my mom then walked over to the counter and yipped at me “Eat up Linda! We are going to school soon!”
My mothers’ definition of “soon” is very off my wavelength. School started in two whole hours. TWO HOURS!! And yet, my mother was already rushing me to eat breakfast.

But whatever, parents are parents, they are supposed to boss kids around in a way that does not make sense. As I gulped down my breakfast, I started putting on my socks when a stray dog walked into my home through the front door as I was just finished with the second foot. “What is a stray dog doing here, in my house?” I thought. The dog was extremely skinny, had all of its’ hair shaved off, and looked like a rat. I then saw the dog laying down in the floor as if it was pushing something out of it and realized that this dog was just not any other dog- it was a soon to be mother giving birth.

I would have called my mom, Loura to help out with the situation but I did not want to. My mother would probably just make the dog give birth on the streets with dangers that I could not even imagine. So here I was, sitting here, wondering what shall I do with the young mother, in my house.



HEHEHEHEHE I WROTE 700 WORDS FOR THE FIRST PART EEEE!!!! AND IT IS STILL FRIDAY IN EST ANYWAYS!! YAYYY!!! I will do the second part tomorrow and be a MASTER procrastinator (547 words this part was btw) *puts on glasses* (and this was supposed to be someone from the Mesozoic era came to my time period today):

Just as you were about to kill the last dinosaur, you mysteriously teleported to a bed all of the sudden. At first you were quite freaked out, wondering what had happened to where you had last been in but how warm and soft the bed was calmed you down in ever manner.
“Wowwwwwwwwww” you thought as you gazed at the wonders of the new era you were in. If it were not for the wonders of the new Era of 2021, you would have been completely afraid but very quickly, you realized that the all of the surroundings were not trying to hurt you or was a big trap but if anything served to your convenience.

You then slowly get out of your bed. You notice that there are two rectangular figures that seems to be made to open up so you carefully walk over to it. At first you are a bit scared to open it up but then you finally gain the guts to do so and realize what was in it was clothes that were made just for you. At least that was what you thought because when you put them on, you realize that they did not fit you at all. You continue to explore the room by touching things, smelling things, clicking things, and so forth. Just as you were about to see what happened when you clicked this strange 3D circle on the wall, a young lady wearing a long bath cloak came into your room in complete shock that someone like you was in it.

“WHAT IS A CAVE MAN DOING HERE??!?!?!” she screams as she looks at the sight of your hideous look.

You then realize that this place must have been a gift from a god of some sort and think that this woman does not understand that so you then say, “Excuse me but I am the ruler of this home. Sorry but you are breaking laws by coming into this room.”

The woman then stares at you with an extremely hideous look and says “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, GET OUT!!”

You then had a pretty long argument with the woman and it all ended with you getting kicked out of the house at the end. “Well, that was a waste of time” you think inside your head.

As you looked around the large area, only one question was rebounding over and again inside your head, and that question was “What do I do now…?”
As you looked around, you saw many wonders but were not sure if they were made for you. Because of that woman, you have become afraid that all of the things outside of the house are also not yours and you would be kicked out of the area if you used any of them.

As you walked around you hoped for a sign from god telling you what to do and as you did so you saw a poster with many words and as you looked at it almost like magic you realized what it had said and that was “Are you homeless? Call (scratch mutes these numbers sorry :<) today to have safe and clean home!”

As you looked at it you realized what you had to do.


EEEK PART 3 EEEEE IT IS 900 WORDS WILL I FINISH THIS?!?!?! MAYBE!!! IT IS 5:17 PM IN UTC ( this was 913 words btw) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH:

As Lenny walked around the garden, she realized how much she had hated it. “tHiS iS sO annoying” she thought as she walked around. Just as she was about to rant out loud about how annoying it was, she saw her crush, Lincoln, walking in just the same garden.

“EEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! WHAT SHOULD I DO?!?!” was the only thing she was thinking when she realized he was here.

When Lincoln realized that Lenny was in the garden as well, he had thought the same thing. Afterall, he had a crush on Lenny as well since 3rd grade. He figured that it would seem strange if he did not even say hi so he said “Hello Lenny!” in the coolest manner he could pull off. He then looked at Lenny’s expression and realized that she was scared of something. “Did I do something wrong? Did I scare her off?” he thought as he saw Lenny staring at him with the most fearful expression that he had ever saw on her face.

Lenny was not scared. She was petrified. This was the first time Lincoln had talked to her all day and she always messed up the first talk. She then said “H- hi!” in the most fearful excited voice she had ever done in a long while.

Lincoln then said “Isn’t the garden beautiful today? The sun is shining, the roses are blooming, and it is in the middle of summer break! It’s so amazing!”
Even though Lenny hated gardens with all of her heart with all of their weeds and garbage laying around in it, she had such a large crush on Lincoln she would do anything to get him thinking she was cute so she then happily said “Yes, it is!! It’s so amazing!” and right after doing so she almost felt like she had to vomit sense she saw a cockroach on the ground but still tried to act happy.

Lincoln then smiled and looked at the ground and saw the same cockroach. Lincoln HATED cockroaches. It was the part of gardening he did not like the most. But judging my how happy Lenny was right now even though she had been staring at it for the past six seconds, he thought that Lenny thought cockroaches were cute or something so he tried to act nice about it and said “Awwwwwwwwww! A cockroach! How cute!” and then put on a very crooked smile as he knew how big that lie was.

Lenny then exchanged looks with Lincoln as she had an even bigger hate of cockroaches than he did and since she thought that Lincoln thought cockroaches were, ahem, “cute” she become completely disgusted. Lenny then instantly tried to change the topic and sense they had a few classes together sense they are in high school, she said “Did you finish the newest Drama assignment from Ms. Embers?” in a questioney kind of tone of voice.
Lincoln then looked around as in an embarrassed manner and said “No.. sense the assignment needs two people and all, I have not been able to find a partner to do it with.”

Lenny then went into complete shock. Lincoln was one of the most popular boys in the whole school. Why would he not have been able to find a partner to do the assignment with?

After a few seconds had past Lincoln then asked “Did you finish it?”

Lenny then also put on an embarrassed look and said “No, not yet.”

Lincoln then looked straight into Lenny’s caramel-colored eyes and said “If I’m going to be honest, plenty of my friends have already asked to be my partner for the assignment… I just wanted to do the assignment with you.”

Lenny then went into complete shock that Lincoln could have ever had said such a thing. “Why on earth would he want to do this assignment with me??” Lenny thought as she was trying to freak out looking as calm as possible.

Lenny then realized she had to act fast. I mean, doing thing assignment with Lincoln would have been great, especially for her grades. So, Lenny then said “I have not found a partner to do my assignment with just yet and I think doing it with you will be pretty cool. Wanna work on the assignment today with- with me?”
Lincoln then became a bit freaked out as well but knew that doing the assignment with Lenny would be amazing for their friendship so he then agreed to do it with her since he thought that would be an absolutely amazing thing.

Lenny then blushed a bit and as Lincoln was getting his car ready to drive the both of them to the school multi-media center to work on the assignment over there, Lenny was staring off into space for a few what felt like seconds but in reality, really minutes. Lincoln then walked over to Lenny and said “Len, what are you doing over here?”

Lenny then blushed, even more, when she realized that she had been staring off into space for so long and that Lincoln called her Len, a name that only fond friends of her called her, and said “Oh- sorry. Just got a little bit lost in the atmosphere.”

Lincoln then said “Well try to get lost into the car! We have an assignment to do that is due today!”

Lenny then laughed harder than she ever had and said “Alright!” and jumped into the car.

1st weekly
2164 words
Tw: blood and knife ig

Part 1
I've always loved hunting, but I hate the aftermath. The precision of it all entices me, the pluck of the bow as I let it go, the resounding echo of string bringing a wave of satisfaction. The whole ordeal is thrilling. Creeping through the woods as the sunlight either begins to seep in or slip back out, morning hunt or evening hunt, trying not to be seen or heard by any potential prey… or predators. The twigs inevitably snapping beneath my feet, the hush as I hold my breath, waiting to see if I have been spotted by a keen-eyed deer or a scuttling spider on the forest floor
poised waiting to eat my guts out. Who knows which.

But I think my favourite part of the whole process is the aim. The squinting of my eye… it's so familiar, yet it gives the same new excitement every single time. The concentration required is so grounding. I hate the world but I love this.

They stop whispering to me when I hunt, especially when I shoot. I think they might get scared of me. I hate being scared of them. I hate hate hate it with the very fabric of my being. But I love it when they're scared of me. They should be- their fear certainly isn't misplaced. With the bow in my hand, it's elegant frame balancing in my careless grasp, and the arrows slung over my shoulder in a sack with more rips and tears and tears than my lifelong old boots, (which is definitely saying something), nothing can stop me. Not the deers, not the spiders, and definitely not them.

I let go of the string. The arrow springs away from me, releasing all my anger with it as it flies. Soaring closer and closer to it's destination… on a straightforward path, dodging the trees and the brambles and slightly brushing the creeping moss on one of the more bend-oriented trunks. Then finally, abruptly, it crashes beautifully into it's target: the deer's eye. Right on the pupil. The silver arrowhead sparkles and glistens and shimmers in the morning sunlight, dancing across my eyes, providing a stark contrast against the black of the deer's iris, the life slowly seeping out and away from it's darkness. It's a miracle to watch, really, a true masterpiece. Almost like a painting, a moment captured in time forever, pure artwork painted live in front of my sight. But the beauty doesn't make it any less hard to watch the deer away and sway, dizzying itself before it falls to the ground in a heap, blood drizzling down from it's eye socket. I told you I don't like the aftermath.

Nevertheless, what's got to be done has got to be done. I take a quick glance around to see if there are any more helpless deers, or to put it more frankly, easy targets standing by as they watch the life drain out of their very own mother, or nephew, or twin or whatever they call them in deer world.

After seeing that there are no more opportunities awaiting me, I hunker over to the deer laying on the leaf covered ground. I consider burying her for a moment, then covering her in fresh leaves off of the nearby trees, but in just a simple moment I realise how purely insane that idea is. Instead, I pluck my arrow from the deer's eye, and pull out my hunting bag once I've taken a quick look around and came to the conclusion that this isn't a very good place to light a fire. Half stuffing her in the bag, I ultimately decide it will be easier just to hack off her head rather than carry it all the way to a clearing in the forest. I take out my hunting knife and do so, the blood not bothering me at all anymore. Unfortunately this deer is a doe, so no valuables like antlers, just food.

It doesn't take me long to find a clearing. I know the woods well, after all. There, I light a fire and burn the matches too, because why not? I carve my initials into the deer before I begin to cook it over the flames. Don't think I'm morbid- it's simply just a way to mark that this is mine, this is my hard work, my efforts and my grit.
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Part 2
You are utterly astounded at everything around you. The trees all look so different and you just can't understand why. They're greener then you've ever seen before, an array of colours you don't recognize yet already adore. And the houses, or what you assume to be houses, are nearly unrecognisable as well. There is no mud or stone to be seen here. The walls appear to be as smooth as the sky, and some of them are even the same hue as the fluffy white clouds that lay above. And although you have no idea how, there seems to be little squares of water contained on all sides of the homes, cemented in, the liquid being held in place by various panes spanning from the outer unknown material the wall was created from. Water is the only logical explanation, you think, what else has such a flawless reflection like that? It's like looking into a river, except without the ripples.

There is one thing you do recognise among all the madness, though. The door. They aren't like the doors at home, but they have enough similarities for you to spot the likeness. Slowly, you approach the door with caution and care as if it is a creature with a mind of it's own, ready to pounce at you in any moment. With hesitance, you tap the door ever so slightly before withdrawing your hand faster than a flash of lightning. Your curiosity is only peaked when the door creaks open after you touch it.

You can't help but wander inside. Who wouldn't? And you don't regret your boldness at all- there are so many sights to see in here. If you thought outside was a wonder, inside was a whole other story. The colours nearly hurt your eyes; there are too many to even begin to comprehend. You're too used to the dirt and the dust from your time, all this new vision seems unbelievable. With wide staring eyes, you step around the floor carefully, scared of what might happen if you place a foot wrong. The whole area smells different, too, like when you've just gotten out of the river freshly bathed, yet somehow the scent is even cleanlier than that too. You feel out of place… like you shouldn't be here. Your robes and your grubbiness are far comparable to whatever is here, and not in a good way either.

Yet still, such a minor negativity cannot get to you through all your newfound curiosity. What is that over there? What does this button do? What happens if I turn that? What is that sound? What is that made out of? Can I make one? There are endless questions to be asked, and endless answers to be found. And they can only be found by experience… so you press the button. Light is sprayed across a dark box at the other end of the room, and you nearly jump out of your skin in shock. In the kitchen, you turn a knob and blue flames with a strange scent for an accompaniment sprout out of a black circle. There are so many wonders to discover.
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Part 3
Tanner glanced up at the man entering the room. He appeared much older than you'd typically expect, but then again, the industry had been quite all over the place these days. Yet Tanner could not help but wrinkle his nose in distaste at the man, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at his elderly existence.

Jonathon felt more nervous than be possibly ever felt before, and that was even taking into account his wedding day, where his nerves nearly caused him a mental breakdown while waiting in the isle. Nevertheless, he was careful not to let his anxiety show, as that would never do. Not for the most important job interview of his life - one to be the most high paying corporate boss out there. That would not do at all.

This time, Tanner didn't manage to refrain from rolling his eyes. Look at him, strutting in all confident like that, like he already has the job. No, not even like he already has the job, in fact it's more like he thinks he owns the place! Who does he think he is? Doesn't who see that diploma sitting on the shelf nearby, reading TANNER CHARLE clearly on the certificate? He's not the one doing the interviewing, no matter how much he seems to think he is.

Jonathan's nerves did not subside when he sat down in the office chair. He had to fight not to spin around in it like he always used to do at his old office, one of the many contributing factors that eventually led to him being “retired by the company,” aka fired. Instead, he tapped his foot anxiously on the ground beneath the desk, over and over again. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. He's careful not to let it make noise, though- again, that wouldn't look too good on the interview papers…. “incessant foot tapping.* Luckily, his shoes have quiet soles. He picked them out for that very reason this morning, right after he had changed his socks for the sixth time because apparently what socks he's wearing is going to be the denominator of whether he gets hired or not today, or so that's what his anxious, coffee buzzed brain told him this morning over and over again- six different times. And guess what? You can't even see the socks under his long work pants. All that effort for nothing. But that's not really out of the norm.

Tanner was simply disgusted by Jonathon's hair. Honestly, does no one know how to use gel these days? Wells you certainly don't use it like that. The hairstyle makes Jonathan's forehead look absolutely atrocious. It would honestly not be that bad if he had styled it a bit. Eve Jonathon must know that he is utterly terrible at hair. Unlike Tanner, of course, with the Curler a straightener at the ready in his suitcase for work in case any hair emergencies occur, plus about twenty different combs of different widths and lengths and sizes, two bottles of hairspray (you have to combine two different brands to get the perfect effect, no other way is acceptable, no not at all, thank you very much). Oh, and the gel. Simply for emergencies only. Would this be considered emergency. Jonathan's existence should be considered an emergency, according to Tanner.

Jonathon never stops tapping his foot this whole time. Tap tap tap, like the dripping of water, like a leak on a roof after a heavy summer storm with several days of rain, followed by several days of hail, followed by several days of snow. And yes, it can snow in summer, and Jonathon knew this not by choice, but by force. He had been forced to learn this sad fact only less than a month ago, when he came home to his roof caved in from a passerby snowstorm, his chimney of broken bricks crushed upon his favourite big oak tree with a tyre swing whose trunk must've snapped in the wind, and his hamster dead in his cage at the other end of the house to where the roof caved in, crushed by a flyaway roof tile during this storm and sprinkled with snow, preserving the scent of his now very, very frozen and very, very dead body. That had not been a very good day for Jonathon. He had been fired that afternoon.

”Ahem?“ Tanner questioned, rather impatiently. ”Are you there, Mr…“ he looked back down at the papers in front of him. ”Mr Smith?“ Jonothan seemed to snap out of whatever wonderland he was in at the time and divert his attention to Tanner, whose frustration failed to cease. He hated old people. But no matter his hatred, Mr Charle was always a professional.

”Mr Jonathon Smith?“ The older man nodded, foot still tap tap tapping. ”Yes, that's me.“
”Right then, let's get this interview started. I like to be straight to the point, just so you know. It's a bit of a heads up to the workplace environment here really, we all like to do things that kind of way. I think it's a good thing, honestly."
Jonathon nods. Isn't that what you're supposed to? Well, you're certainly not supposed to shake your head at least. What idiot would do that on the first interview, disagree with an employee? An idiot like Jonathon in his own opinion, probably, but not today.
Tap tap tap.
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Main Cabin Daily!
01/09/2022

Song: Stitches by Shawn Mendes
Lyric: Aching, begging you to come help.

So, I started by using the lyrics that I got and I went off on a total tangent and I have no idea how I got this to sound like it somehow fit together… But I did! So…. Yay! Not really sure what any of this is supposed to be referencing, it just sounded good together and I’m really sorry for making this sound so depressing! I just wanna say, you can all take this as you will!

I Sit and I Wait


I’m aching for you.
I got tears in my eyes.
And I’m begging for you to come help.
I pick up a photo
And stare at the frame.
Waiting for you to answer my call.


And I sit in my room.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for that nice warm embrace.
And I sit in my room.
Waiting for you.
But I know that you’ll never come home.
Yeah, I know that you’ll never come home.


And I know that you're gone.
Well it’s pretty clear
But there’s part of me that just won’t let go.
It seems every day
I’m just sitting in vain
Waiting for you to walk through that door


And I sit in my room.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for that nice warm embrace.
And I sit in my room.
Waiting for you.
But I know that you’ll never come home.
Yeah, I know that you’ll never come home.


And I find every day
When my friends come around
They say empty words and then leave
And I know they mean well
But all I can think
Is nothing can bring you back home


And I sit in my room.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for that nice warm embrace.
And I sit in my room.
Waiting for you.
But I know that you’ll never come home.
Yeah, I know that you’ll never come home.


And sometimes I find
All I can do is cry
As it hits me; I won’t see you again
And as I sit there and cry
I let the world go by
Waiting for you to come home.
Even though I know it’s in vain.


And I sit in my room.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for that nice warm embrace.
And I sit in my room.
Waiting for you.
But I know that you’ll never come home.
Yeah, I know that you’ll never come home.


Oh I sit and I cry.
And let the world pass me by.
As I wait and wait all in vain.
As I wait and I wait… It’s in vain.

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Main Cabin WEEKLY #2

Words:

PART 1:
Visual sensory:
1. The flames dance and twirl, taunting those of whom were to be drowned in the blaze.
2. Rain painted the sky like it were a canvas, darkening clouds approaching.

Auditory sensory:
1. The sound of the tap-dancing rain comes to my ears like music.
2. Such melody cannot be heard, since to human's ear it enchants them.

Gustatory sensory:
1.
(to be continued later)