Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)

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Unicorn_book wrote:
March 1rst, 7 A.M,
(Based on true events, and the Diary of Anne Frank)
The great war is not getting better. In fact, it is only getting worse.
Bombing on our country began just a few days ago. Mama tells me it is only temporary, but I doubt her comforting words anymore, especially as every day, the sky seems to grow more bleak with dust and ash of the bombs.
Hunger plagues my belly as I write this, as we had to clear our cupboards days ago to make sure that nobody knows that we are hiding up in our cellar. Mama told me that if they knew, they would kill us. We were never safe in reality though, because somehow the bombers knew. They bombed our neighbor's house yesterday, and my heart broke as I listened to Tanya's scream as their house exploded. But I knew there was nothing I could do to help, and it made me sniffle that my friend had to go through such pain. I do not even know if she is alive anymore, but when I yearn to go and see my friend, Mama says I cannot endanger my own safety.
But from Papa, I know that Tanya is not the only innocent one who was a victim of the bombing. Papa tells me of numerous families suffering from the same circumstances. He talks to his friends on the radio, so Papa knows a bit of the news. And whenever he sees me weeping about Tanya, he assures me that she is still alive, waiting for me somewhere. And in his eyes is a beautiful glimmer of hope, one that no longer exists in the dull irises of my Mama.

Signed,
June

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Watch me rant about the unwanteds storyline for 2500 words :)
The Unwanteds has many quirks to it, and many consider it the best book series ever. A certain polar bear named Zai said he will not eat it because it is so good- even if it has lasagna on it. The story is known far and wide by all creatures including: dogs, cats, elf’s, rabbits, unicorns, turtles, dragons, polar bears, gnomes, foxs, deer, horses, rats, mice, worms, flys, owls, peacocks, pigs, cows, sheep, humans, bats, and more! Every animal loves the story of an Unwanted who is thrown out by his parents and battled by his brother. The plot starts with a dull life in quill on the day of the purge, and Alex and his brother, Aaron, each are awaiting their fate. Alex knows he’s going to be unwanted, he has been caught doing multipurpose artistic things. Aaron has too, but Alex took the blame in hope of protecting his brother. To no one’s surprise, Alex is declared unwanted, but his brother Aaron has the pride of being wanted. The bond between the twins breaks, and the necessary parents forget about their twin easily. It is not so easy for Aaron Stowe, but he drills himself everyday, ‘quill prevails when the strong survive!’. Lucky for Alex, the lake of boiling water is not what it appears to be. The unwanteds discover there is a whole world called Artime where it is bright and colorful. Creatures and statues and humans can be seen scattered everywhere, and the kind head mage declares, ‘well kids, how does it feel to be unwanted?’ The kids have unlimited food and freedom and they begin to discover their talents while making some friends along the way. Each room has a blackboard, almost like a TV, except each blackboard has its own personality. The blackboards can send out alerts and announcements. The rooms are supplied with artistic supplies like instruments, paper, and paint. Alex bonds with Lani on the bus, while he and Meghan are long time friends. Meghan is in Artime because she was caught singing, and to not surprise she easily becomes good at it. Lani thought she had a special bond with her father, one of the governors of Quill. He used to take her to the shooting range when no one was watching. Unlucky for her she gets sent to be an Unwanted early. Everyone is 13 or older but Lani gets sent at 11 years old. The leader of Artime or commonly referred to as the head mage, Mr. Today. Aaron had to endure days at the hot university and quill where water is scarce and food is low quality. Aaron comes up for a solution for the food problem. Like how people are sorted, Aaron makes the favored farm, which has only the best food. The food is only for wanteds to eat, and makes more jobs for the wanteds. Aaron becomes popular in High Priest Justines eyes, the high priest of quill. He begins training under Gunnar Haulki (Lani’s Dad) and Strang. Meanwhile in Artime each unwanted discovers their own unique talents. Meghan is good at singing, dancing and playing instruments. Samheed is good at theater and drama. Lani is good at storytelling. Alex is an amazing painter, the best of his age and even higher. When teachers believe you are ready they allow you to join magical warrior training where you get to learn spells. One by one each of Alex’s friends join magical warrior training leaving Alex painting and drawing in all of his free time. When Alex and Lani are together Lani plays pranks on Alex. Alex doesn’t like it and becomes depressed, sticking to his room and staying up late drawing. Alex begins working on 3D painting, when perfect can take you anywhere there is a door or window. The details must be perfect making them difficult to make. Alex dreams of Aaron coming to his world and that’s when he finds the secret hallway. The secret hallway has a magical protection, making it only visible to those who are very good at magic and are artistic. Alex finally has the courage to go into the secret hallway and he sees blackboards switching every few seconds to show different places in quill. He is able to see his brother at the wanted university and that’s when he gets an idea. If he can make a 3D door he can bring Aaron home. He spends nights in the secret hallway memorizing every splinter of wood, every knot and swirl, the colors, the shades, everything. Alex brings his door to the library one day to work on. When he is finishing up he wraps his scroll up and starts heading back down. He hears footsteps and instinctively ducks behind a tiki statue. He sees Samheed Burkesh and Will Blair rolling out their own 3D door that resembles the one Alex had just wrapped up. Will explains their plan to Samheed, not realizing Alex is nearby. They are planning to kill Alex and use magic to disguise themselves as him. They believe Aaron stole the quillitary spot they had both been promised. This makes Alex even more determined to finish his door first and bring Aaron back to safety. He spends hour after hour painting in his room, putting his blackboard, Clive, on an eternal ‘shush’. He skips lessons with his private instructors and avoids groups of people. When he finally finishes the door he sneaks out one night to hang it up in the secret hallway. He opens the 3D door and to his amazement finds Aaron sleeping on a cot on the other side. He nudges his brother to wake up and has to punch his brother to get Aaron to believe he’s real. He explains the world of Artime to his brother but to his disappointment, his brother doesn’t want to stay with him in Artime. Mr. Today welcomes Alex back into Artime with open arms and allows Alex to cry into his shoulder. Aaron is too curious to resist and he steps into Artime. Mr. Today Alex takes turns filling in for Aaron about Artime, and Alex mentions that Aaron might be killed. Aaron, being as stubborn as he is, doesn’t listen and returns back to Quill with a heavy conscience. Should he tell high priest Justine and it’s not true he could be sent to be a necessary for dreaming. But if he is correct he can become a hero and maybe, just maybe, become a governor. He decides to sneakily see if Artime is real instead of revealing what happened the last night. Aaron pretends to try to find a solution to the problem of the cars running on more water than they could afford to give with the Great Lake of boiling oil. The governors come with him and he requests for a sample. To their amazement, when they walk in the world shimmers before turning into a green and colorful place. The Artimeans are shocked and run inside to avoid the wrath of the high priest. Mr. Today walks out and says wise words before Justine turns around to organize an army to attack. Mr. Today and the other unwanteds are tired of hiding. Alex is finally allowed to take magical warrior training and they all up their studies. High Priest Justine arrives at the gates of Artime, but Mr. Today says the wisest words a man could ever say. He explains that he and Justine are twins, which seems to dumbfound the Quillens. He continues to say even wiser words:
“Did your people not know that? Have you anything you can reveal to my people that will make them suspicious of me?”
A battle breaks out between Artime and Quill. Artime easily has the upper hand with magical skills while the pellet guns being used by the Quillitary are barely enough to make a sound on armor. The Artimeans are on home ground and have medicines and magic to their disposal. Lani ends up killing high priest Justine right before she kills Clair Morning, Mr. Today's daughter. Lani stuns Samheed's father and Samheed kills him. The unwanteds win the battle, though many lives were lost on both sides. Lani finds her father and tries to kill him at one point, then she realizes that he was a double agent, and was working for Artime. He loved her so much that he sent her to have a better life early.
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>>Cabin Wars<<

You stumble upon a trapdoor one day, and decide to open it and see where it goes. You climb down the stairs and find three people standing-or flying- as if they had been waiting for you.
“Welcome to the world of creativity!” One says while flying around. She has a sweet smile as her teal dress flutters around “I’m sky, or that’s what they call me, courtesy of my eyes and dress” . You wonder what this ‘world of creativity’ is.
“We are the prefects here.” Says the next one, who has dropped a book in her haste to stand up and greet you. She has orange eyes and a dress in the same shade. “I’m called orange here, but you can call me ange.” She gives a longing glance to her book before smiling back at you.
“We can help you if you have any questions.” The third one finishes. She has a beautiful lavender dress and her eyes have purple depths of mysteries. “I’m Violet, a fitting name, don’t you think?” You can only nod as you stare intensely at them. They seem kind enough but you don’t fully trust them.
“Follow us!” Says Sky, who flutters around excitedly.
“For a tour,” Violet adds, noticing your hesitation. You see no other choice and follow them outside from the room you had been standing in. You walk out and are amazed by the sight that greets you. You are standing on a balcony, ringing around what appears to be the second floor of a university. The bright lights are coming from the ceiling, you see, as you look up through a glass dome capping the large building. You lean over the railings to see at least 3 stories below you.
“Big isn’t it?” Orange says as she flips a page and puts a bookmark in her book. “This is the sixth floor, where the welcome center, and my favorite, the library!” Your eyes light up at the thought of a quiet place to read.
“Follow me to the tubes!” Violet says “the headmasters said they got this idea from The Unwanteds along with the idea of blackboards, it's genius, really.” You recognize the Unwanteds and you instantly understand how it works.
“The first floor is where the cafeteria and gym are located,” Sky says. You groan when she says ‘gym’ and they all chuckle.
“The second and third floors have classroomes” Orange says. You can tell she’s not very talkative and introverted judging by how little she has said so far.
“The fourth floor is for magical uses- and is not to be used by students unless they are permitted to.” Violet explains. “The fifth floor is the male dormitories, teacher dorms, and headmasters office.”
“And then you're here!” Sky finishes cheerily. “Now let's get you checked in” they lead you to an office and you are handed a schedule, pamphlet, and dorm key.
“Have a nice stay,” Orange waves goodbye “‘where good minds become great!’” You leave the room and search for a tube to the fifth floor. You spot stairs but also see a tube and take the easier option, the tube. When you step inside you see a blackboard and you quickly read the various labels before pressing ‘dorms’. You don’t feel anything happen but when you glance outside again you see that you are standing outside the student dorms. Looking. Down at your key you see the number 342 engraved onto it. You wander the halls until you spot a door with 342 on it. She places the key in the keyhole and slowly turns. It unlocks easily and you push the door open and go inside. You enter a sitting room with a kitchen in the back corner and four doors on either side. The one closest to the kitchen seems to be decorated with folded paper butterflies and you eliminate that from being your dorm. You turn to the next door and notice it is scratched and has claw marks. You're not sure but you guess that it's not your door. You turn to the door on the left of the scratched door and see a door with paint splatters. You shake your head, definitely not your room. You turn to the last door and feel drawn to it. The door is engraved in another language with strange pictures. Sure enough, when you turn the key inn the hole, it unlocks. You step into your new room and gasp. The walls are lined with shelves, containing everything you can think of. You notice that the shelves are also stairs and you climb up the stairs to find a loft with a few chairs, a desk, and a bed. When you look back down you see you are a few floors up. There is also a sliding ladder, you find to your relief, so that you can reach all the shelves. Its exactly what you would want in your dream, you might even call it perfect. You are excited to stay in this room, and given some of the item placement you guess that there are secret doors all over the room. You decide to leave the mystery for another day. You leave the special dorm room and go back into the living area. You find three girls waiting for you. One has a paint splattered apron on and is holding a dripping brush. Another is sitting in an armchair holding a cat, and you guess the scratch marks on her door are from her animals. The last is wearing a lovely pink dress that flowed over her skin, and she stands up to greet you.
“New?” She says then she giggles in a princess lie manor “well of course you are, otherwise you wouldn’t be wearing that.” She points to my day clothes and makes a face. The other girls laugh and you feel your face start to heat up. You open your mouth to retort but she holds her hand up. “Welcome to our dorm!” She continues “I see you’ve found your room?” You nod and she continues “I am Rose, that is Wild,” she points to the girl holding the animal, “and that is splatter” you look at the artistic one and she gives you a shy smile. You nod at them all and attempt to memorize their names, which isn’t hard, what they wear and do reflects their name.
”What might your name be?” Wild asks.
“Scarlet.” You say and they all giggle again.
“No, your NICKname. What we call you here instead of out there!” Rose says. You think for a moment.
“You can call me…Wordy.” You decide that reflects you perfectly. They look at your door and nod.
“Now, to fix that wardrobe…” Wild says “envision your name, your NICKNAME” you think about it. Wordy, Wordy, Wordy.
“And when you're done go check your closet” Splatter says. You're not sure where your closet is but decide to try and find out. You wave goodbye and go back to your room. You start pulling things gently off of shelves to see if any of the shelves turn into a door. You reach for ‘The Unwanteds’ #5 and pull it gently. You scramble back as you see the shelf turn and lead into a dark corridor. You look for a flashlight and find one on the second shelf to the left. You grab it and swing it around to try and find a light switch. To your surprise when you step into the hidden room the lights turn on. You step into a closet, filled with jeans, large T-shirts and most importantly, a bag big enough to perfectly fit a few books. You change into these clothes and look in a mirror. Almost perfect, you think, and know just what to complete the outfit with. You grab a pencil and stick it behind your ear.
“Perfect” you say, and to your surprise the secret doorway shuts, leaving no evidence it was there the first time. You step back into the living area and they simply nod at your clothes. Finding no point in staying with them you head back to your room and unfold the pamphlet you were given. Inside you find a list of standard rules, a description of the school, and after school activity sign ups. You look up and down the list but find nothing that appeals to you. You settle for a writing club and write that down at the bottom of your schedule, which you pull out to read. You have normal classes like math, writing, reading, social studies, and P.E., but you also have special classes like swimming, art, band, choir, language, and even magical training. You try your best to memorize the schedule, and get at least to lunch. You look up and find that the lights have dimmed, and one look at your clock tells you its time for bed. You climb back up the stairs and find a convenient pair of PJ’s waiting for you. They have te same words as the ones on your door, but your so tired you don’t care. You let your eyes drift close, unaware of the evil things happening in the prefects room.

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See's writing March 2022
2nd Weekly
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Part 1: Short collaboration story
448 words

MoonlitSeas :
Mia sighed. She was studying the ceiling, carefully avoiding the pair of brown eyes across from her.
SSingh2008 :
She was nervous, she could feel her heart pounding as if it would jump right out. But, she had to examine the ceiling, to finish her test. She let out a sigh and then concentrated.
MoonlitSeas:
The ceiling wasn't a prefect white, it more of an off-white, sort of like ivory, but not quite as bright. She could see where shadows pooled and light gathered over it's surface.
SSingh2008:
She was running out of time as the watch on her wrist kept ticking. She reported everything about the celling to the proctor.
MoonlitSeas:
Once again, she sighed. Moving on to the next segment of the test, she began to answer the questions about dimensions and angles.
SSingh2008 :
She wasn't entirely prepared for this but she had to face it sooner or later. After half an hour she was done with it. She felt great, she felt she answered every answer right. But, after the announcement of their rankings, she was devastated. She had never failed so badly in her entire life.
MoonlitSeas:
Her friends were celebrating their near perfect scores, but Mia didn't have the heart to go over and congratulate them. Besides, she didn't want their pity. She hadn't studied well, and she'd gotten what she deserved for that. Still, it was brutal to fail.
SSingh2008:
She felt dejected and decided to go back home. On her way she reflected on what she might have done wrong. She understood her mistakes and started preparing for the exams again. But, this time with clear concepts and practical experiments to follow.
MoonliSeas:
As she worked through the material, she realized how much she had forgotten. Slowly, she began to relearn it, making sure she knew everything well enough that she could even teach her younger sister the content.
SSingh2008:
She decided to practice each question at least ten times and even gave herself a mock test to be sure if she was prepared for the exams. The clock kept ticking and her pen kept scribbling. Until she looked at the clock around 5 in the morning and decided to sleep for some time and practice later.
MoonlitSeas:
A few hours of restless sleep later, she was awake, ready to continue studying. She nearly fell out of bed, and as she stumbled over to her desk, she realized exactly how exhausted she was. Maybe she had pushed herself too hard. Sighing, she made her way back over to her bed, threw a pillow over her head, and went back to sleep, hoping she'd feel a bit better later.
SSingh2008:
At around 7 in the evening she woke up, refreshed and her mind was clear. She got ready quickly to go on a walk. As she want outside the cool breeze touched her face and relaxed her. her walk was calm and quite with no distractions anywhere.
MoonlitSeas:
Refreshed, she returned to her house, ready to resume studying. Only an hour later, she was satisfied with her extensive knowledge of everything that could possibly be on a test.
SSingh2008:
She called her sister and asked her for dinner. Her sister quickly, like lightning speed prepared the table. She knew that her sister studied very hard and poured everything into it. “Sis! all done” she called out to Mai and both them ate their dinner together, laughing and cracking jokes after a long time.
MoonlitSeas:
It felt good to be able to freely enjoy herself with her sister after so many hours spent pouring over textbooks and notes. After they finished dinner, Mia made them both ice cream sundaes with extra hot fudge and of course, lots and lots of sprinkles. She deserved the extra treat after working so hard.
SSingh2008:
Mia felt sluggish from her day, sleeping and eating so she asked her sister if she wanted to watch any movie. Her sister replied with a beautiful smile that she would like to watch a horror movie. After hearing this Mia suddenly felt chills and remembered how scared she is of horror movies. But, her sister persuaded her to watch the movie and both of them ended up falling asleep after watching the movie.
MoonlitSeas:
She slept peacefully, dreaming about being a bird, soaring through bright clear skies. Her sister was a bird too, and soared beside her high above the ground, safe from the world and free of worry and responsibility. She relished the feeling as she woke the next morning, ready for a new day.
SSingh2008:
For the new day to begin, she didn't go back to her room and studied instead she made a place for herself to study on the terrace. As the terrace had many plants and the sunset could be viewed too. So she decided to study from there that day onwards this way she wouldn't be too stressed as well.
MoonlitSeas:
It was truly beautiful, and she was sure the time she spent there would also be enjoyable, regardless of what she was doing.
SSingh2008:
-The End-

Part 2: Character
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Name: Flora Sap
Age: 15
Species: Human

Personality and traits: Flora is an amusing girl who tries to make anyone happy when they are sad. She’s generous and kind to those who are the same to her. But, if not than you wouldn’t want to owe her a favour as she has everything recoded in her brain. She’s the literal definition of someone you shouldn’t mess with. Since, when she snaps her anger is out of control and she can do the unimaginable, making the impossible possible. She’s a well schedule planner and works the same way as her schedule. Though, her schedule isn’t complex but flexible to add anything extra. She’s an independent person though, many try to get close to her through helping but she isn’t easily persuaded. She has a bad habit of being arrogant when the time comes to make decisions. She is cooperative and a good member when it comes to team work. But she’s not tolerant do those who slack off leaving all the work to her. An important trait is that she is the smartest in her class and even overwhelms the teachers with her open-minded thinking and views. At times her childish side reveals itself and she becomes as playful as a child. She’s an ambitious person with plans to achieve many things.

Wants, hopes and strengths: Flora is well versed in many languages and has a wide knowledge of different cultures around the globe. She knows martial arts and judo for self-defence though she has it on a next level not known to anyone except for those close to her. She only wants to secure her future doing something she loves. And all the crazy things can just be kept side and sealed from where they came. She hopes that her future and the future further more after that is peaceful and has many adventures with it. Her most wanted desire is to meet someone who has the same thinking point and other’s traits as her but is still different in some way and for her to make some friends who don’t care about gaining benefits. As she was confined in her come when she was little due to being sick. Her corporation in team work and tolerance towards who slack off is an important strength, as she gets things when done and when needed to, she can be the one showing their position. She’s independent and she doesn’t rely on others to do her work. She has the ability to paint sceneries in such a way that the person can feel themselves being there.

Dislikes and fear: She hate’s people who leach on her or from others as she believes in hard work. She’s afraid of failing and disappointing others. Flora is powerful in martial arts but she’s strangely afraid of dogs due to her trauma which she had when she was about five or seven years old. She hate’s people who lie and keep’s a distance from the rumoured one just in case. She despises people who look down on girls because of them being weak due to society as well people being bullied for being weak or having a disability. She most fear’s being unable to do things on her own. Hence, she sometimes over works herself.

Part 3: Setting
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The story takes place in Grand Peri a place of wealth and richness. The weather’s always fair with little cloud cover and maybe sometimes a slight shower. The place is famous for its suitable cultivation and farming conditions, due to which many visit in spring to see the flowers bloom and some to buy land and make profit. But, unknown to visitors’ people are being eliminated for being poor. They are buried into the ground in the Phill woods, where it is said that ghosts haunt the forest and those entering it may never return. Though, there’s no proof of it. The woods are filled with coffins, coffins with no names, coffins in which you would find nothing but skeletons of the dead. But, deep in the centre of those woods is a lake. The lake is considered to be a magical place which can heal any illness be it physical or mental. The lake is marvellous as it is rumoured to be but none have never entered the woods and came back looking for it. Those who do survive are no longer to speak of what they saw. Many, ventured into the Phill woods to look for this rumoured lake but none ever return and those being able to sneak a glance, return without losing the ability to talk say humans and animals live there together in peace and harmony. Some say the dead live there, resurrecting from skin and bones and peacefully spend the life they wished to without any interference. Some nobles have even launched a satellite to locate the place and find out about its whereabouts. But, to their lucky the cameras can’t catch anything except for the numerous graves there. But it wasn’t always like this previously the Phill woods were lush and filled with animals of different species. These woods were later brought to burn by the nobles and dukes to satisfy their own greed and killed most of the animals living there. Than a rumour spread that the Phill woods were haunted by ghosts, who hadn’t got their last wish fulfilled. So, they were creating havoc by taking out on the wildlife in the Phill’s. after, the incidents that followed none dared to step an inch near it and those who seem to have are said to have gone crazy with madness. That person starts speaking a language unknown, behaves in an unusual way and continuously faints. Doctors, checking upon them make the excuse that the person has gone mad or the Phill woods are unsafe because of certain magnetic poles.

Part 4: Premise
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Your main character finds themselves in front of God as he decides your characters fate. As, your character had done deeds not forgive able by even God, himself. It is decided that your character will be sent back in time to be reborn from the start and if the same deeds are to be done by your character the same punishment is to be repeated until the soul repents and turn’s over a new leaf. As god’s orders your character is sent back in time with your character still having memories of their life. But as time passes your character forgets about the past even if it happened a second ago and knows only what will happen in the future. Your character later on becomes depressed in knowing their life’s future from the start. Until, your character is captured by some shady people who know about your characters powers and they also seem to have the same power but they can see the past not the future.

Part 5: Bringing it together
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Tessa experiences a terrible day at school with her lucky going bad. She couldn’t possibly have gone crazy as the entire she was stuck with one thing, thinking and thinking about one memory which never happened with her. Hr classmates whispered to each other calling her crazy from studying to much. As she storms home and all she wished to do is lay in her bed and cry all day. She didn’t turn on the lights, the room was completely black. She check’s her phone and finds a video posted on social media, from her account. As she watches it, the video keeps gaining more views and likes than anything she has ever posted before. She hesitantly clicks on the video to play it. Once she’s done watching it, she stalks out the front door and starts walking as fast as she possibly could to the nearby neighbourhood. She stands on the porch, banging on the bright red door. When it opens, she rushes past the confused person brushing them off and shoves a door on the top floor open.
Tessa starts yelling “Why are you so keen on ruining my life” as she walks into a corner and opens a box that blends in seamlessly with the wall. “What did I ever do toy you?” she asks as tears slowly rush down her cheeks. Her hate towards it was infinite, Tessa had lost everything that meant much more than herself to her.
She bangs a hard as she possibly could crying and yelling. Then she wipes her tears stands up shaking and walks outside to the beach, Brightensal.
She walks up to the coconut tree, the tree rumoured to be enchanted because of the crime committed by her mother. She leans towards it says “Oh dear tree please turn back time, to time when I didn’t find that cruel box. That is all I wish”.
The coconut tree granted Tessa wish without an difficulties but the reason to why it did so with Tessa when the tree nymph is almost always in a sour mood.
Tessa went back, back to the time when she didn’t know about the box. Her life normal as much as she possibly could make it, without thinking of her decision. Thinking was it right was it wrong.
She went back to live her life, talk with people do assignments and…brood all over the place. She felt like something was missing from her life, something very important that one thigh she couldn’t pin point. Then she suddenly realized her life changed, changed to such an extent after encountering the red box that it was more fun for than before, she wanted something wrong to happen to her now or rather she got used to how her life changed from being simple to seriously complex. She packed her supplies and went out to find as she remembered where she did.
She went near the Brightensal beach and searched in the sand as cool breeze started flowing, making her forget about it slowly. She didn’t remember anything anymore, her purpose for coming, her name or anything else. She touched the enchanted coconut tree nymph that granted her wish but the result was outrageous.
She started walking, subconsciously walking towards the waves which came splashing towards her.
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She was half submerged into the water when she gained her senses, she panicked but soon calmed down and thought carefully about it. The waves kept splashing towards the beach as the place shrouded with mystery. Tessa careful got out of the ocean making sure not to miss step and get caught in the wave.
When she got out she understood everything. She decided that all this was the nymph’s doing. She closed in towards the coconut tree with a shovel in her hand. As, she started digging around its roots, cautiously as she didn’t know what lied in them.
She accidentally struck one of the roots which started shining like the sun making her go blind. When she was able to see, she saw someone else’s memories. She heard mutters, mutters of people talking, laughing and screaming. She was shaken and taken aback at it. Maybe the nymph’s memories she thought to herself as soon the flash back ended. Her suspicions where cleared she touched the coconut tree wishing and thinking about going back to her original time line.
As soon as she wished this, light shone from her like that from stars and moons. She returned, to the original timeline. As she, went into house with the big bright red door from earlier. She rushed past the person who opened the door. Running as if her life depended on it.
She climbed up to the top floor and grabbed the red box. Taking it with her to the coconut tree.
She opened it and said “Why do you both want to ruin my life? I’m not someone important! Then why so keen on destroying it” she shouted panting hard, remembering how she found it near the roots of the coconut tree. She walked in the sand enjoying the weather and said softly, “Maybe you aren’t after destroying my life but fixing it”. She said smiling as the cool breeze brushed by her face and the clouds gathered around her. The coconut tree nymph turned back to normal and no longer could the story of the enchanted tree be heard anymore. But, now came a new rumour, that a girl sacrificed herself to get rid of the enchantment. But none know the truth that she just did it for herself to live a normal life. Without her not having to walk hours to show anger of a red box or a coconut tree.
Tessa had her life now normal, if something would go wrong, she wouldn’t need to walk for hours to find that red box which blended with the surrounding. But she could do it just by thinking to herself as she would shower her anger on it.

Dailies

10.3.22
601 words

It was a simple building, with a single room. It was already crumbling and broken down. The Builder carefully steeped in. She didn’t how she found the place in the middle of a forest. But, she could hear voices, voices whispering, calling to her. She felt a warmth after steeping inside, she thought someone might have been staying there. Maybe a traveler who needed shelter from the rain.

As closer she got the more nervous, she felt. The builder felt like someone was watching her. She steeped back slowly when she saw a light. It shone brightly. She head towards the source of light and found a badge lying there.
Tack
Tack

She heard someone approaching but it was too late for her. A shadow loomed behind her as she turned around, she saw…her fellow builder, friend Mate. She was relieved at the thought of it not being a Wanderer.

“Why are you here?” asked the Builder

“Just to look around” replied Mate and added, “and to…”

“Hushh…I hear something” she silenced Mate as she took a few steps forward.

“Grab the stick” she ordered, “and if it’s a Wanderer don’t hold back and get ready to fight”.

Mate nodded furiously as he slowly bent down and grabbed the stick.

She felt a sudden chill in her spine as if something cold was approaching, she let her guard down and soon as she did a Wanderer emerged from behind. She panicked, took Mate by his hand and started running.

“You know what this reminds me of?” said Mate with a calm expression

“What!?”

“The first time we encountered each other”

“Haha…it was pretty much the same, but isn’t this no time to crack jokes”

“I just wanted to lighten the mood” he said nervously

“Well, what we need right now is a place to hide” she turned towards the end of the corridor and found a room. She opened the door and slammed it as hard as possible. She was out of breath, she heavily breathed trying to regain her energy.

“Wh-what are we going to do?…what ar-”

Mate hugged her and said, “Everything’s going to be fine, just wait here I’ll take a look outside”

She pulled Mate as he lost his balance and fell over the Builder.

“Why’s your face so read” she said as she kept her hand on his forehead to check his temperature, “It doesn’t seem like you have a fever then it must be the situations circumstances”.

Mate’s turned beat red after hearing this and he stood up, stiff.

“I’l-I’ll go check now” he said going out

After a few minutes he returned and said “We’re clear for now but not long” he said while huffing

“We could jump from the window?”

“That would mean dezth” said Mate with emphasis

“It’s better than dying by the hands of a Wanderer…”

As they discussed their plan the Wanderer came closer and closer. They knew what would happen but they just wanted to enjoy life for a few minutes.

“You ready?” asked the Builder

“All ready!” Mate replied as he prepared himself.

A loud bang, the Wanderer had gotten inside it loomed over them like a tree with its eyes looking at one thing, the Builder and Mate.

They tried to fight it off, but the stick broke and no hope was left.

The Wanderer grabbed them slowly consuming them inside…

“This might be my last chance but I wanted to te-tell you I like you” said Mate as he accepted his fate.

Seeing this the Builder’s eyes filled with tears as she herself was no more.

1st Weekly
2588 words

Part one: Poetry
414 words

Fears (Haiku)
Engulfing my fears
I take a step forward
Ready to face odds

Rain (Acrostic)
Raindrops falling down
As the drops pitter patter and seep into the soil
In a manner of melody
Now starting to become a piece

Blind (Limerick)
There lived a boy, blind from birth
Never had he seen the world
Not knowing of dangers
He pictured exploring it
To find out what was so feared

A Long Walk (Sestina)
I ventured outside to refresh myself,
But, found myself doubting instead
Thought of many things one at a time
Alas, to no vain
No solutions had I found
But more questions rose one by one

Figured out ways to solve each one
I tried hard to forget them myself
But what I truly found
Were ways to stop doubting the answers instead
As now I new that there is no such thing as “no vain”
For there is an answer for everything when searched for at a certain time

I thought I had time
But there are is no time to think it one by one
I know I won’t spend my time in vain
For I’ll understand myself
To stop doubting instead
And search the world for what must be found

There’re different ways for it to be found
So, I’ll spend my time
To find myself first instead
Of looking for answers for each one
I’ll go on adventure myself
To prove my vain

To show that I have the same vein
As I have found
What I looked for by myself
By cooperating with time
To find answers one by one
By not running against it instead

I took this journey to find myself, instead
I was spending my time in vain
As I searched for one
But had I found
That I will lose against time
So why not cooperate time with myself

I had found no answers, instead
I found

Had I spent it all in vain,
The wasted time

I tried to achieve it one by one
Not knowing I needed more than myself

Didn’t know (Lyrical)

When I was little
I imagined travelling the world
Little did I know
The world wasn’t a safe place anymore
The places which I thought to be beautiful
In books
Had now turned into places I dreaded

Had I known this
I would have travelled the world earlier
In a time where there was no evil
Little did I know, that
That never seemed to be so.

Part two: Essays
507 words

On our earth, more than 1000 of people use paper towel every day and after using them throw them away. In the process of making paper towel trees are involved which is not beneficial for the environment. So, I ask you why not use normal cloth towels instead? Just because it seems easier, it doesn’t make it helpful. Paper towels pile up in an instant while cloth towels can just be washed and used again (for a countless number of times). Most important factor of all paper towels are expensive and are required to be restocked regularly while cloth towels don’t cost a lot nor are they required to be restocked as they can be reused. Paper towels lack decorative appeal which is required for most products in the industry. While cloth towels come in many designs attracting more customers.
Previously we used cloth towels made from different fibres. But, now as humans understanding has evolved, we have paper towels. With this statement some might ask, “What do you mean? Is it a bad thing?” Nope I’m not saying that but the fact that trees are cut for making it which is not helpful to our current situation of increase in number of humans and the decrease or extinction of plant and animal life. In some case’s paper towels are not disposed properly, which make cause infections or a spread of bacteria. In these circumstances using normal towels is much better. As towels absorb moisture properly, and make the skin feel fresh instead of clogging pores. A beneficial factor of cloth towels is the fact that they can be reused many times and are considered to be eco - friendly. While, on the other hand paper towels can’t be reused and after running out must be bought, which increases the number of trees being cut for making paper towels. Despite the efforts put into manufacturing paper towels, they still pose a great threat as in the United States, paper towels account for no less than two percent of what’s in country landfills. As they decompose, paper towels release methane, which is a green house gas and harms the Earth’s atmosphere. This change can’t be bought at once but will require patience. There are drawbacks in using cloth towels as well, that is if a person doesn’t clean their hands properly when washing. Then the person drying their hands next may get germs on them. But, cloth towels in any way are harmful for the environment. But when paper towels are manufactured many chemicals are involved in its creation (beside the fact that most are eco-friendly) polluting water bodies. As, patience is bitter but bears sweet fruits.
Paper towels and cloth towels both have there advantages and disadvantages but comparing to how they affect the environment, cloth towels are considered more. And most people have changed from using paper towels to cloth towels as paper towels (may be convenient) pile up to quickly. While cloth towels have the advantage of being used again, thus having the upper hand.

Part three: Script writing
811 words

SCENE 1: INSIDE CLASSROMM
Joy enters the classroom and
sits at her seat as she turns toward Luce.
LUCE
Why are you staring at me? Something on my face??
JOY
Nothing…just do you want to go to the amusement park tomorrow? It’s my treat.
LUCE
I would love to! But why are you asking me out of nowhere?
She replied with sparkling eyes.
JOY
No particular reason, I just wanted to hang out with you. Then, I assume you said yes, so let’s meet at 10 a.m. ok?
LUCE
Ok see you after classes tomorrow.
She stood up from her seat as the class dispersed.
SCENE 2: AT THE AMUSEMENT PARK
JOY
Hey Luce! What are you spacing out for?
Joy ran towards Luce to greet her
LUCE
Oh! I thought you would be busy with the new projects you got.
JOY
I thought of completing it later, I mean it’s not late tomorrow anyway.
Joy gestures as she turns towards Luce.
LUCE
Ok then, should we begin with some rides?
JOY
Well of course.
Joy grabs Luce and drags her to the Ferris wheel.
SCENE 3: on the Ferris wheel
JOY
Are you ready for this? I’m warning you will regret it later.
LUCE
I don’t remember saying yes to this
Luce replied trebling from fear as she peeked outside the window. She squealed quivering.
JOY
Don’t worry it’s not that scary.
She also tries to peek outside the window and freaks out. As she’s taken aback.
LUCE
I’m not the only one scared you are as well.
JOY
just remember to not look down and enjoy the view.
She replied with a smile.
SCENE 4: Of ferris wheel
LUCE
Ok, now how about something simple next? Like shooting?
She asked trying not to throw up.
JOY
Now that sounds fun
They go to a shooting booth.
SHOPKEEPER
Would you both like to try?
LUCE
Yes! And my friend here would like to give it a try as well.
She says as she takes the gun and positions it.
JOY
You can go first Luce; I don’t know how to do it anyways.
She says as she tries to figure out how to use the gun.
LUCE
She aims at the balloons and pulls the trigger of the gun, hitting a perfect score.
JOY
Now its my turn.
She says as she aims carefully and pulls the trigger and get’s it on mark.
LUCE
Luce remains surprised at Joy’s talent; she was never able to shoot all of them in one try.
JOY
Next how about we do bowling.
LUCE
That sounds good
Luce replies thinking finally something she could do without any fear
JOY
Joy drags Luce around to find the bowling booth.
LUCE
Wowah, Joy you, ok?
JOY
Yeah, just a little out of breath.
Joy says as she exhales and turns back to normal.
Now let’s begin. How about we do a challenge it will make things more interesting.
LUCE
Sure, what’s the challenge?
JOY
If either I or you fail to hit even one pin, that person loses.
LUCE
And if you lose you have to get me ice-cream
JOY
And if you lose you have to get me ten ice-cream cones for a week.
LUCE
What?! That’s not fair I said a single ice-cream and here you are asking for ten ice-creams for a week, mumbles Luce
JOY
You asked for a single ice-cream, I didn’t so technically its not my fault.
Joy secretly grinned
LUCE
She pouted for some time but agreed with Joy.
SCENE 5: at bowling booth
LUCE
You’re up first
JOY
Joy’s picks the pin ball, breathes and throws the ball towards the pins. She knocks out all the pins.
Oh yeah!! A perfect score and no pins left.
Screams Joy in excitement
Now show me what you got
LUCE
I’ll show you
Luce replies enthusiastically picking up the ball, patiently breathing and aiming towards the pins. She aims and hits all of the pins in one go.
Yay! Got all of em, but then who wins? Both of us knocked out all the pins
JOY
How about a tie breaker?
A pin gets positioned in the middle. Joy aims and rolls the pin knocking out the pin.
Go ahead, try to beat me
Gestures Joy with a grin
LUCE
She concentrates, rolling the ball and knocks out the pin.
Yay!
She jumps in happiness
JOY
We both won this one as well, should we do a tie breaker for the tie breaker.
LUCE
Uhh…how about we both buy each other ice-cream and if we do this any longer, we’ll be wasting money on this.
JOY
I suppose you’re correct, then remember to buy me ice-cream ten times starting tomorrow.
LUCE
Umm…ok, ok I’ll buy you ice-cream
She replied with an annoying expression
JOY
Joy giggled softly as they walked back.

Part four: Non-fiction
Narrative
423 words

I was woken up by my alarm ringing as loudly as possible, fortunately it didn’t wake anyone else. I t was around 5 o’clock in the morning and the sun hadn’t rose. It was black everywhere. So, I decided to sleep some more. Later, I woke up again by the ringing of the alarm around 5:10. I decided not to sleep any more, rubbed my eyes and got out of bed quietly.
I took the phone and turned on the flashlight. It was currently lights off in my house, I steadily approached the light switch trying not to run into any object. I switched the lights on and took out my books from the bag.
I needed to study a chapter of biology, I had a test for it and the chapter was just confusing. Everything just went over my head, when I did learn a definition, I would quickly forget it.
I decided to give up and just go with what I understood. It had only been twenty minutes. I kept my books in the bag and was ready to go back to sleep when my mother and brother woke up. They forced me to go on the terrace and I went with them (it’s not like I didn’t want to see the sun rise).
It was foggy and birds chirping could be heard. There was no sound, no man-made sound that is. It felt peaceful as the wind blew on my face and made me feel chilis. It slowly become cold as I waited for the sun to rise. I shivered a little but it didn’t compare to the cold which I would feel in winters.
I took walk around, thinking of how to pass my test and revising my definitions. After some time passed by the sun seemed to be rising behind the buildings. It was orange in colour and not any normal orange a deep reddish orange. I was kind of stunned with the colour but that’s how it is with natural phenomenon. As the sun rose taking it’s time the sky turned orange and red with clouds beside it. By the time it rose completely I was already on my way back to my room. It hadn’t been much time so I went into bed, rapped myself in a blanket and feel asleep.
Later when I woke up it was time for school. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and got ready as I thought of how early I had woken up when but wasn’t able to remember anything.

Persuasive
433 words
In our school days all of us are told by our parents to get highest marks in the class. But I ask you a question “Is it really important to bring our scores considering we all have knowledge?”. No its certainly not any many a times it demotivates students. As when teachers praise a student about their marks they don’t take into consideration their way of getting the marks or their behaviour, which is certainly wrong. While students who work hard, in this situation feel little as they lose their motivation slowly as if they put their all into it and someone scores more than you wouldn’t you feel bad. So, I believe that comparing marks is wrong what we need to do is to take into consideration the student’s knowledge in different factors.
Parents as well as teachers tell us to gain more marks, but with some students in situations due to depression of gaining more marks become nervous and make mistakes. They don’t think about how the student has performed in normal classes nor do many care to take a look into it. Which is why many suffer from depression during exams.
In these situations I believe that appreciation and encouragement from parents and teachers is required, telling the students that they still have knowledge and knowledge might be proved by marks but there are different ways of proving it. You might ask “But doesn’t mean that scores aren’t important anymore?”. No, it’s nothing like those scores are for students to gain encouragement not lose hope and give up on learning. That is why without encouragement even in difficult situations, where students might fail it is important for students to gain encouragement from parents where they encourage them to try harder than this time to gain better results. But some don’t do this and instead add more pressure to a student’s stress by making them focus more and more on studying (not allowing to refresh their mind, which doesn’t help them save any information instead mess it up).
Students who gain more approval and take breaks during their study sessions are able to concentrate better and gain information faster than those who keep themselves cooked up in their rooms not leaving the room even once. Parents who encourage their children to work on their mistakes instead of improving their marks gain better results as when focusing on marks the student doesn’t concentrate on their answers and may write wrong answers while those who try to improve their mistakes are careful in writing and answers making less mistakes. Thus, gaining more marks.

MC Dailies

8.3.22
486 Words

Reva-Scifi_Lover

The ice spreading through the pavements. I shivered and took a shaky breath. The temperature was insane right now. I was walking home from school. Seriously? How could they let school go on in this cold? Something was wrong.

The temperature never went lower than 6 degrees here. Now it was the coldest day on record. This couldn't be just some temperature issue. Wait a minute? What am I thinking, temperatures are natural? Nothing could make them go up and down.

I slipped and fell hard on the ice. Pain sprawled through my forehead, ouch! was my only thought and I drifted into unconsciousness. The last thing I saw were two people with each 1 one eye. I giggled, I must be going insane but at that moment it seemed funny.

The world was dark. I couldn't see but maybe that was because my eyes were closed. I blinked and opened them. Although the light was dim, it was troubling my eyes to accustom to it. The scene in front of me made me wanna be unconscious again.

A one-eyed monster was readying some weapons which looked like swords. I thought I might be hallucinating or something. Then I looked at myself.

I was rolled up with a jute rope. I couldn't move my hands. My legs seemed bound. My mouth was gagged. Now, just for some information, I wasn't usually kidnapped by 1 eyed giant.

The one in front of me was built tall, when I mean tall, I mean 7 feet tall. He had hands the size of my feet and his feet- ew they were covered in grass green slimy stuff, That thing's stench could have been smelled from 5 feet. I nearly vomited.

I tried to remain quiet. But, uh, I accidentally knocked over one sword which I would later realize was all around me. Yes, go on, call me dumb. I was still freezing. I had lost my coat in I don't know where.

Anyway, the thing had noticed me conscious. It said to me in a loud raspy voice, “So you wake, human,”. I tried to speak but then I realized- I was still gagged. The giant only laughed. It's a laugh resonating through my eardrums.

It un-gagged me. I let in a shaky breath. “Why did you bring me here?” I asked through gritted teeth. It begins “Ah, you will never realize who you are would you?” it asked, which got my interest. “What do you mean?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. It didn't say anything. I tried again, “Who are you?”. “Just a cyclops” he grumbled. He turned his back on me.

Just then, I felt something pointed appear in my pocket. A dagger. Yes! I felt the ropes. They were tied in a knot. I tried to unknot them. Aha! My hands were untied! I brought out the dagger and started cutting the ropes which tied my legs together. I don't know how but I finally cut them. The cyclopes started facing me. Oh no, no, no, no, no. I stood. Pulled my dagger out. The cyclopes saw me. It roared and charged. I got scared out of my mind.

But the cyclopes didn’t seem like it would attack, it was as…as if it was afraid of something. Then I suddenly noticed the cyclopes was afraid of the dagger. Realizing this, I grabbed the opportunity and asked it “Why am I here?”. The cyclopes hastily replied “I..I don’t know I was just told to look after you until you wake up”.

Did the cyclopes think I would take it I questioned myself, and laughed as loud as I could. The cyclopes seemed startled. I came forward and said, “Do you think I foolish even to believe that? You might know how I got here but I can see, you know why I’m here and with you. Don’t you?”
The cyclopes gulped as it started talking with a shaking voice, “I was ordered by winter ogres to keep you here and look after you. I don’t know anything else. Be-believe me!”. It knelt and begged me to spare it. It seemed as if it really thought I would harm it. I was laughing inside I didn’t have the guts to do anything but here this huge and enormous cyclops is afraid of me.

I hurriedly ran to find an exit and I didn’t care at all about the cyclopes as it was already afraid of sharp objects, though being surrounded by it. I ran and ran until I couldn’t feel my legs, I didn’t know why but I felt exhausted I didn’t run a lot neither did I find the exit but I was tired. I tried to stay awake but my eyes slowly shut tight. I don’t remember anything after that except something or someone approaching me.

My eyes felt heavy, I slowly regained conscience and saw a person covered in white snow I couldn’t see their face but I knew it was a human. I stood up, the person didn’t seem to have a reaction so I carefully asked, “Who are you?”. The person replied with a hoarse but soft tone, “I’m Toney…who are you?”

I was relieved at his reply, to know that it wasn’t another weird creature but someone human. I replied to Toney, “I’m trapped here please help me”. Toney then replied “what do you mean trapped you’re outside. Outside in the snow”.

I couldn’t understand what he meant, I moved my legs a bit I felt cold and there was a crunching sound. Slowly everything started to come back, I was still on my way home. The streets were the same the houses were same. I didn’t know what had happened I knew what happened was true, I felt the fear and smelled the stinky smell.

I asked Toney for how long I had been out. He surprisingly replied that he saw me fainting on the street a few minutes ago. I was confused it all felt blurry, I felt nauseous and then I knew it for sure wasn’t a dream.

7.3.22
437 words

“What is your character's biggest fear?”

Fyi’s biggest fear is losing the ones she loves. As she’s very sensitive about others around her and finding out about her family background. Thus, she doesn’t think of meeting new people or standing out. Her only family member, her younger brother is the only one she depends on. And she intends to keep it that way. As after the incident with her parents the only person she could rely on was her brother. He was the only person who kept her going and if she does make more friends then the burden of having to sacrifice someone or to keep a secret from them would consume her from the inside.

“What is the one thing that makes your character tick?”

The one thing that makes Fyi tick is other people meddling in her business. As many students try to close up to her and find out more about her as she’s unknown in the school to everyone, which makes her the main attraction. She isn’t comfortable around other people, thus making her behave in a way which might seem weird to others. As her facial expressions don’t change when she tries to keep her emotions under control. And when people find out about something and spread rumours about it, she’s filled with rage from top to bottom as her trust is broken with that.

“If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success etc.) in exchange of betraying a friend, would they do it?”

If Fyi could receive her deepest desires, that is to meet her parents. Even in that scenario she wouldn’t betray a friend as she cherishes her bonds in a way not expected by anyone, though she doesn’t show it, she certainly won’t have the courage to do it. She would sacrifice herself but not other’s close to her. That is her number one principle. Even if the person she needs to sacrifice is her enemy, she wouldn’t as she knows that to attain something, something must be lost, which she can’t bear. So, no f Fyi had the option to choose between her and her friend she would chose her friend without any hesitation.

“What kinds of music would your character like? What types of clothing?”

Fyi would most likely like classical piano music, any other instrumental music or pop music. Though, it wouldn’t match up with her personality or appearance she’s fan of music since a very young age. And that love lead, her to even learn to play some instruments. In clothing, according to her preferences she would like tomboyish clothing or something simple which is casual as she’s not a fan of the new way people dress up with extra accessories and wearing coats over coats. As she thinks its over exaggeration of wearing such fancy stuff even when you only have to go out of our house and come back.

6.3.22
371 words

you were born with no emotions, to compensate for this, you start a donation box where people can donate their unwanted emotions. You have lived a life of sadness, fear, and regret, until someone donates happiness.

I was born in this world, never showing any emotions. I was rich but none dared to confront me. Many avoided me and slowly I become detached from the world. My parents were startled to know that. They tried many ways to make me show a little bit of emotion, may it be frustration or anger. I would wake up every day with a blank expression, didn’t feel happy eating something new nor doing something exciting. My life was dull but even that I couldn’t express.

I didn’t know why but I didn’t know any emotions. So, to pay back the world for this I started a donation box where people could denote their unwanted emotions.

People didn’t think and without any thought they would dump their frustrations without a second thought. The donation which I started was directly connected to my soul. Whenever someone would dump their emotions, I would feel it right away. But I only felt sorrow, anger and frustration. Though, I experienced more but the thought of never feeling happy lingered. I never expected anyone to dump happiness, but I was proven wrong later on.
One day while it rained, I felt more and more sorrow growing inside me I felt as if I had been engulfed by sorrow from top to bottom. I couldn’t stand it anymore I wanted to scream but even that I couldn’t do. Just then I felt happiness for the first time in my life.

I didn’t know why I felt it I asked the one’s looking after the donation box to check if someone donated happiness. And it was true, that feeling of happiness was something that person didn’t want. I was bewildered at the thought, I tracked them down. But, later found out that happiness was a part of their sorrow. Though, that made me sad I was thankful to them for donating me their happiness.

3.3.22
616 words
Lavender crepe, academia almond, dark chocolate mocha

“Ahhhh” I shouted in excitement.

“Why you screaming?” asked Mai, annoyed with my screaming.

“It’s just that I saw Lavender crepe on way to school” I replied.

“So?” asked Mai without a hint of curiosity.

“Don’t you wana know why?”, “Nope, not interested” replied Mai without any hesitation.

“Then I think I’ll have to give THIS to someone else…who might be interested in my story” I whispered as I took out a dark chocolate mocha from my bag.

“Ahhh!!” squealed Mai as she started drooling, “Wha-what, what do you mean not interested I’m totally interested. Tell me your story.”

“Bu-but weren’t you not interested in my story~ just now~” I asked trying to hold back my laughter.

“Of course, I’m interested, now tell me to story and give me that” said Mai snatching the dark chocolate mocha from me. As, I stood there in a daze.

“Umm…So, I screamed because I saw a lavender crepe on my way here and when ever I see it something either good or bad comes my way” I said with grin

“Then…why…are you so happy? It can be something bad” she suggested as she sipped the mocha.

“Most of the time it’s good then what are the chances of it being bad.”

But later I understood what I said didn’t hold for the truth.

“You were right! This is good luck” Mia said as she stood with excitement

“Nope this ain’t good luck, NOT AT ALL” I screamed, “Why does it have to be Academia almond? This place sucks.” I said throwing a fit

“And how do you know that? Don’t you know it’s a dream for every person to come here”

“You just want to know how they grow em almonds nothing else, am I not right~”

“Phuuu–” she spluttered out and I knew I hit the jackpot. “No-no not, not really I just wanted to know how the system works” she said shuttering

“Isn’t it basically the same thing? Hmm~”

“When I said “system” I meant their mechanical system of storing and stuff”

“You don’t even know what you mean…hahaha”

“Yes, I do”

“Then what system do you mean”

“The mechanical working and things…”

“Is there something like that, that exists?” I asked with a grin

“Ma-of course there is…there must be something like that” she muttered

“First let’s head inside” I said as we went towards the entrance gate.

We were supposed to write an observation thing to summarize the entire academy. But, my luck turned bad and the poll chose Academia almond.

“Hello! I’m Rei and I’ll be you guide here. This way please,” said our guide. It seemed they didn’t like the job but were forced to do so.

“May I ask where the almonds are produced?” asked Mia with curiosity

“Umm…this actually the academy. So, I’m afraid you won’t something like that here, you’ll be needing to go to the main branch for that” said Rei as they continued with our tour.

“Bu-but…Lev!!” Mia shouted like the devil as I tried to hold in my laughter.

“Did you really believe there would be an almond producing factory here?” I hinted to her

“Yo-you started talking about it s-so I thought it was real” she replied frowning

“Actually, there is one part of the academy where they teach you how to harvest almonds. You can learn from there” I said grinning. As I knew that she was interested in plants not in academics and stuff

“Don’t lie”

“You can check it for yourself if you want to”

“I’ll just ask Rei” she said as she went up to Rei and asked. She came back with an smile. So, I knew what Rei told her.

2.3.22
334 words

I once never existed but now I do and I’m afraid to say it but it’s because of humans. I’m needed to tell when’s time for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Though I believe that humans must have become lazy that’s why I was born into this world. Human’s previously used the sun or sun dial to check the time but later they advanced in technology and intelligence, thus creating me. Believe it or not I’m a clock from very ancient times though now clocks with a pendulum are referred to be older than a simple round clock.

I’m hanging on a wall far away from the ground and at a place where humans can see my hands. I do nothing but move my hands which sometimes makes me nauseous. I keep ticking and ticking, I’ve heard many a times about ferris wheels from humans which also go around but not all the time. So it gets to rest but I don’t and the moment I get to rest humans pick out my batteries and insert new ones.

As the day comes to an end every human in the house would go to dream land. But I was still there hanged on the wall day and night and can’t these humans at least turn on the lights for me. I have to stay awake as well you know.

As I kept saying it’s humans being lazy that made come to reality, I’m also grateful for it. Since I wouldn’t have seen all the beautiful moments of children becoming older, I did see Albert Einstein grow old, or being able to count every second in life.

Human’s pass me by every time just glancing over to check the time. But wouldn’t it be better to be a pen or a bag or a watch that way I could get out of this house maybe sometime. Sigh though it’s not possible it’s intriguing to listen the others talk about their uses and how they are more important.

In-Cabin Activity (1.3.22)
Words: 126 words

The soft breeze blows,
The trees rustling, the bees bustling
The faint sent of honey
The flowers swaying as the sun slowly sets
I sit near the tree
In awe of getting to see the sundown
As it turns the sky pink and orange
Slowly disappearing into the sky
There’s grass all around me, like a soft blanket
The fireflies come out, making a clicking sound
As I glance upon them as if night city lights
As the moon emerges with a band of stars
People get back from work, tired and lazy
Ready to end the day with a hearty meal
While I look upon the night sky
As if it were me looking down from the moon
Upon the humans who lived so far

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Kat's March 2022 SWC Writing Thread

heyyyy! I'm kat and I'm in non-fi this session with my amazing leader stormi and co-leaders jia, maia and ollie

Weeklies
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Weekly 2
part 1
Me: Amy had always surrounded herself with friends. She was invited to parties and after school. She never knew what one day could do.
waterlily7859: It was a typical Wednesday. Amy was sitting in class, trying not to fall asleep. Her friend, Vivian, tapped her shoulder. “Hey Amy,” she whispered, “did you hear what Cecily said the other day? Apparently a group of students tried to break some of the school’s facilities, but they were caught and expelled.” “What?” Amy asked, bewildered. That’s ridiculous. There are so many silly rumors going around. You shouldn't believe all of them.” “I don’t know,” Vivian countered. “Don’t you think the school has been a little uptight lately? Mr. Johnson said there have been so many more staff meetings than usual lately. And now the library and a few classes have been closed for renovation. I think those students did a lot of damage.” “Look, even if what you’re saying is true, why would anyone want to do that? How would they do it? It’s no surprise they were caught.” “Cecily said the students claimed the school was hiding something. Whatever the school was supposedly hiding, it wasn’t good. So the students tried to make a stand or something. It was kind of stupid to be honest. I’m sure there are better ways to show your opinion.”
Me: “That's true, there are better ways but Amy, please see reason. If it wasn't serious, there would be no extra staff meetings; The school would not be uptight; And classrooms would not be closed.” Vivian said, distraught. She continued, “What if the school was hiding something? Something serious where we should get out of here? Would you do something about it?” Amy frowned, “Of course I would. This is ridiculous, there is no reason for us to even be talking about this right now.” “But-” Vivian started, interrupted by Amy. “No buts. Nothing could be wrong.” She turned away and started copying down notes.
waterlily7859: “Alright class!” my teacher, Ms. Smith exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Take out your science notebook and open up to a new page. We’re going to be watching a video on subatomic particles, and I want you guys to write down notes. We’re going to have a quiz about this next Thursday, so be prepared.” Everyone began shuffling around, taking out their notebooks. As I opened my backpack, a loud bang resonated through the building and sent a shiver through the classroom. Everyone looked around, confused. Ms. Smith seemed to have no idea what was going on either.
Me: I turned around in my chair, following along. What could possibly be happening? To my right, Alex was looking as if he just saw a ghost. To my left, Arianna didn't look at all like Alex. She looked calm and collected, as if she had expected this to happen. It happened again. Ms. Smith's face turned from one of shock to one of anger. Nobody dared to speak. Eventually and announcement came over the intercom. “Good afternoon students of Winter Prairie High. We are SSE, school secrets exposed. Today we have come to deliver a message. These people are not who you think they are. They are slick, they are sly, they are deceitful liars and you should not believe them. They are doing ex-” and then the sound cut off, leaving a ringing noise overhead. The principal then came on, not many students were listening because they still had their hand over their ears. Only I, Arianna, and Ms. Smith were paying attention. "Students, that was unexpected and just a little technical difficulties.

part 2
Name: Kacey Pierce – Age: 15 – Species: Human
Personality and traits: Kacey is a bright young woman who alway is looking to exceed at everything she does. When she takes part in competition, she often gets first and has a hard time dealing with it if she doesn't. It leads her think she isn't good enough and has to be better. This often challenges her making her anxious and upset, lasting for a week at the most. She often has a soft, shy personality and doesn't talk much at school. She is always stuck in her head with all the answers but is too scared to raise her hand. Being stuck in her head, she tends to be a little spacey and doesn't pay as much attention as she should in school. She still succeeds in the class and often gets an A+ on exams. She is an introvert, and doesn't have too many REAL friends. She is too shy to try and talk to people and considering her grades, she doesn't want more fake friends who ditch her when there are other people around. Being the intelligent person that she is, she is fine working by herself in class but during gym she is often left lonely which makes her upset more often. (203 words)
Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: One thing that Kacey wants more than anything is for her parents to stay together. They both have different ideas about why she is always upset and lonely. Her father thinks she just needs to toughen up and push through while her mother thinks that Kacey needs the opposite, some tender loving care. Kacey feels as if it's her fault they argue so much and just wants them all to be happy. One of Kacey's hopes for the future is that she will get into Harvard and geologist. She has a passion for geology this has always been one of her biggest hopes and dreams. One of Kacey's strengths is her intelligence. She is quite clever and can find little details to figure almost anything ot which allows her to excel in school. Another, more secret, strength of hers is running. She developed this skill because that's what she does when her parents fight. She runs away from it all, and into the woods. In the woods, she'll talk with the flowers and sing with the birds. She often gets good grades in gym for being good at running. It also confuses her why nobody ever wants to partner with her in gym, but she doesn't dwell on that too much. (211 words)
Dislikes and Fears: Kacey really doesn't like it when she has to be grouped with other students for school projects. All they do is steal her words and hard work. She ends up getting good grades but so do they, they get credit for things they didn't even do. This frustrates and annoys Kacey A LOT. When she tries to explain it to the teachers, they don't care. They just think it's good for her to branch out and share her ideas. Kacey dislikes this a ton. Kacey isn't afraid of too many things but she is afraid of spiders. When she was younger, her older brother put spiders in her hair and ever since, she has a strong fear and distaste for them. Her brother did end up leaving for the army when he was eighteen, yet he never came back. (139 words)

part 3
Setting: The story will happen in Prioanda, a dystopian country run by a cruel dictator. It's been almost 89 years since World War lV, yet nothing has changed. The sun comes up each day and the clouds will come and go. The color of the sky never changes though, it will always stay that slate gray. It is controlled by people working for the government, to remind people not to be happy. It is to remind people that the government has the happiness and only the rich can have it. The country of Prioanda has very few trees, those of which are brown. Currency must be paid for fresh air to survive. To get the old rusted brass coins used as the currency, you must work for the dicactor and are never to leave. The ground is covered in concrete, as grass is only sold to the rich. Some more wealthy pheasants can afford pebbles for their homes, but not many. Pheasants are people who live outside the government borders. The rich people who live inside the happiness of the government's borders are called hiarcs. Each hiarc family owns a house and a yard with grass. The cruel dictator owns a mansion that is made of pure lapis lazuli with flecks of gold. Each year, a new mansion if built for the dictator's birthday. Yet, the dictator never uses them. Each one of the mansions is built with a cellar for prisoners and enemies. If they can't win a battle against the dictator's evil dragon, the dragon defeats them. Nobody has ever survived. It is rumored that in the cellar, the prisoners get no food and very little water to survive on. Just enough to keep you alive for a few days. A week at the most. In Prioanda, the technology is very limited. Only people in the happiness of the government can message each other but everyone must own a TV. The TV is used to watch messages from the dictator, as the cruel dictator is trying to keep everyone in their hands. Even though clouds come and go, the stars are never seen at night. This is because of a rebel group called The Starlight. They fight against the cruel dictator and his government for equal rights and freedom. Each day, the number of the rebel group grow and they become stronger. They wear all black with a leader dressed in white. The leader is the starlight. (408 words)

part 4
Premise: Your main character is walking home from the bus stop after school, work, or wherever they came from. It was a foggy day with a dim glow. Your character walks down the sidewalk, staring at their phone (if they are old enough to have one). Something bright shines up ahead. After a moment or two, the silence is broken. A loud screech from ahead blasts in your character's ears. They finally look up (from their phone or whatever they were staring at, occupied), shocked at the ugly noise. Your character is looking into the foggy distance, what could it possibly have been? You, as quietly as possible, slide your phone in your pocket and take a few steps back. Then another screech comes from behind you, louder than before. You immediately start running forward. You take a right, left, and another left. When you reach your house you open the garage with the code as quick as possible. Once it starts to open, you take no time to wait for it to go up. You bend down and rush yourself in and press the button to close it behind you. Once inside, a hand is placed on your shoulder. Your parents (if your character is young) and your siblings (or roommates) aren't home. You slowly turn around, and then you see it. (222 words)

part 5
Character by Stormi and setting by Pi and premise by Randy: Sarah was scared this midnight. She didn't know why, the look of outside at midnight just gave her the creeps. She couldn't sleep. It felt like a thousand thoughts per minute were running through her head. She put her hand out to grab her water, but it wasn't there. Why wouldn't she put it there, she always did. She flipped off her covers and got out of her springy bed. She walked over to her old wooden bedroom door. The door creaks open as Sarah pushes, leading her into a creepy dark corridor. As Sarah walked down the corridor in the daft dystopian country ruled under an old queen, this dreadful stench stench drifts to her nose and she wrinkles it in disgust. Then she comes to the door out of it. The door out is newly well-oiled and so makes no noise as she opens it. Once she is inside the room, she immediately sees the figure before her. It looks almost like a ghost. It has feet, so it's probably newly dead, Sarah thinks to herself. As lays there, an odd glow coming from it, she reaches out to it. As she does so, voices come from in the corridor she came out of. Her first instinct is flight and to to run straight through the door across from the one to the corridor. Then, as the door handle turns in her hand, she remembers the ghostly looking figure. As it lies there, she looks back at it and stretches out her hand to take it with her. Sarah hears the voices again. She is now really scared, as the door to the corridor opens she freezes, knowing now there is no way to get out. She is stuck, with who or what that is coming. She grabs a box from nearby and stuffs the figure in and closes it. Then she hides the box, and turns to face the consequences of turning back to grab it in the first place. The voices become louder and she assumes they are close now. The languages has an accent she can't make out. Where are her parents?! “Why don't they hear these voices?” she whispers to herself. The voices must've heard her because they immediately stop. She hides behind the box. As she peeks out from behind the box, she sees nothing. It's eerie and silent. Sarah shivers. Then she feels it, cold. She rubs her hands up and down her arms, trying to warm herself up. Only, she got colder, then it touches her. She whips around to find herself facing another ghostly figure. She almost screamed, but raised a hand to her mouth just in time. “No need to be afraid dearie. My name is Peggy and you've just boxed up my good friend George. Would you please release him?” The ghostly figure, Peggy, asked with a smile. Sarah couldn't speak. She'd always drawn little doodles of ghosts but never seen a real living one before. Her mouth still gaping open, she unboxed the dim lit figure, the supposed George. Eventually Sarah found her voice and mustered up the courage to talk; “W-who ar-are you?” she muttered. Peggy looked up, “I've already told you that dearie. My name is Peggy and this is my good friend George.” Peggy gestured to him as she spoke. “I'm aware of that, but can you maybe elaborate a bit?” Peggy looked at her with a slight frown, “I'm sorry darling but no, I can't elaborate.” She rose slightly. “Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving now.” Peggy's glow started to fade as se drifted away. “Wait! Wait come back!” Sarah whisper shouted after her and stood up, jogging around the furniture trying to get to Peggy. She was too slow, Peggy was already gone. Sarah stood for a few minutes, in silence and disbelief. She had already forgotten why she had gotten out of bed in the first place and decided to head back. On her way, she stopped in the room next to hers and sat at the piano. She played for a bit to calm herself and at about 1:42 AM that morning she drifted off to sleep, in the middle of a song.
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The next morning, Sarah woke up with the sun. She did not recall much of the nights events and what she did remember, she was sure was a dream. It did not explain how she had woken up to be at the piano but Sarah just assumed she was practicing last night to rid her of worry about the queen and the claimants. According to her parents, Sarah had been born into a wealthy enough family to claim the throne. Her mother was too old to do so, so they had planned on Sarah claiming it. Sarah didn't know what she wanted to make of her life. In her heart she knows that she secretly wants to be a musician, and is teaching herself to sing and play guitar. But until she isn't under the rule of her parents, that is unlikely. She isn't sure she wants to become queen. She ultimately decided not to dwell on the subject much. She gets up from the piano and walks back down the corridor to her room, where she opens the second drawer of her dresser and takes out a plain button-up shirt with a collar and a brown plaid sweater vest to go on top. She closes that drawer and opens up the top drawer. Not much variety, but she picks out some tan pants to got with her tops. She closes the door to her room, it creaks shut. She dresses quickly and opens it again. She walks out into the corridor to the well-oiled door from last night and opens it, finding her parents behind the door. They are sitting at the dining table, eating something, Sarah isn't sure what. She walks over to the cabinet and takes a bowel and some cereal from the pantry. Her parents don't approve of such ordinary food but Sarah gets it anyway. /!\ cliffhanger (1,016 words)

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- MC Dailies-
march 1rst 2022-
March 1rst, 7 A.M,
(Based on true events, and the Diary of Anne Frank)
The great war is not getting better. In fact, it is only getting worse.
Bombing on our country began just a few days ago. Mama tells me it is only temporary, but I doubt her comforting words anymore, especially as every day, the sky seems to grow more bleak with dust and ash of the bombs.
Hunger plagues my belly as I write this, as we had to clear our cupboards days ago to make sure that nobody knows that we are hiding up in our cellar. Mama told me that if they knew, they would kill us. We were never safe in reality though, because somehow the bombers knew. They bombed our neighbor's house yesterday, and my heart broke as I listened to Tanya's scream as their house exploded. But I knew there was nothing I could do to help, and it made me sniffle that my friend had to go through such pain. I do not even know if she is alive anymore, but when I yearn to go and see my friend, Mama says I cannot endanger my own safety.
But from Papa, I know that Tanya is not the only innocent one who was a victim of the bombing. Papa tells me of numerous families suffering from the same circumstances. He talks to his friends on the radio, so Papa knows a bit of the news. And whenever he sees me weeping about Tanya, he assures me that she is still alive, waiting for me somewhere. And in his eyes is a beautiful glimmer of hope, one that no longer exists in the dull irises of my Mama.

Signed,
June
march 2nd 2022-
(exactly 300 words <3)
At 7 P.M sharp, I ring a blaring alarm to Sari's ears. Rubbing her eyes, the totally not-put-together girl grumbles as she pulls herself out of bed and silences me. Sari never appreciates me for the reminder in the morning.
The usual morning track plays out: Sari gets in the shower, dresses in a hurry, runs downstairs to eat breakfast, but only to satisfy her mom, not fulfill her hunger. Sari told me that once.
Soon, Sari is back upstairs, shoving her stuff in her backpack, which only means one thing. She's late. Typical for Sari, if you ask me. She suddenly grabs me by the head, and tosses me roughly into her backpack. That sure did hurt.
The next place we visit this pleasant Monday morning is school. Sari makes sure to drop me off inside her cold, clammy locker, unlike her backpack, which is warm and comforting, especially since I know I'm near her. It annoys me to have to sit in a boring, cramped space literally all day, while listening to the blaring ringtone of kids screaming, pushing, and shoving in the hallways every period until the end of the day.
Let me tell you: Lunchtime is the absolute worst, especially with the lunch line. Unfortunately, Sari's locker is near the lunchroom, which means I must suffer from extra screaming, hooting, and hollering of lunchtime.
Finally, finally, Sari comes for me at the end of the day. I'm pleased when she texts, warming me up once again. She calls her mom, who tells her she's waiting near the stop sign on Immanuel street.
But that's all the battery I have. Sari's phone call cuts off as I shut down, tired from a day's work. Well actually, two day's work since Sari didn't charge me yesterday. Typical.

march 3rd, 2022
Inspiration ice cream flavors: phoenix feather filament; unicorn horn essence; dragon scale crumble
Words: 587
The sun beat down on a pretty brown-haired, blue-eyed girl. Only, she wasn't just a girl. Her glorious blue butterfly wings fluttered as she reached the cloud walkways of the one and only cloud kingdom: the ultimate home of fairies. Strutting down the walkways, Annalise sighed happily. She was happy to be back home, especially since no-winged land was quite boring. She had been sent there to attend one of the best no-winged universities, as she was the only child of King George and Queen Marie of the cloud kingdom. The finals had been especially hard- but Annalise was proud she had got through it. And as soon as no winged college was done for the year , she had packed her bags and boarded the fairy train up to the cloud kingdom.
Now she was especially tired, and hot. //An ice cream would be nice.// she thought. Of course, she could have had no winged ice cream, but she didn't have a taste for their ice cream as much as fairy ice cream.
Walking into Wings Ice-Cream shop, Annalise ignored the joyous calls that she was back from no-winged college. Pulling out a crisp jeweled bill, Annalise walked up to the counter, drumming her fingers on them.
“ May I help you?” A fairy wearing the wings apron fluttered up. “ Oh!” her hand went up to her wide-open mouth “ Princess Analise.” She bowed deeply. “ What would you like?”
“ A scoop of phoenix feather filament and one scoop unicorn horn essence, on a waffle cone and topped with rainbow sprinkles. Oh, and a dragon scale sundae as well.” Annalise added. She knew her friend would meet her here soon, since they had talked over fairy call on the train. She held out the jeweled bill.
“ I would be honored.” Bowing, the cashier took the bill and retreated to prepare the ice cream “ Please be seated, your majesty.”
Annalise sat down at a table and pulled out her fairy phone. Ahhh, how she loved browsing on her favorite fairy websites.
Within a few minutes, the fairy waiter fluttered out, revealing two magnificent sundaes, fit for a princess itself. Wordless, she presented Annalise's sundae to her, and knowingly left the dragon scale crumble on the other side of the glass table.
Where was Allie? Sighing, Annalise dialed Allie's number. She was always late, but not this late!
Suddenly, a blonde-haired fairy rushed into the shop, the bells jingling hurriedly as she dashed in, and spotting her friend, slid into the glass chair on the other side of the table.
Panting, the fairy rushed as she spoke “ I'm so sorry I'm late! It's just.. The stress-”
“ I understand” Annalise silenced.
That followed an awkward, lengthy silence as Allie and Annalise stared at each other and ate their sundaes slowly. //Had they… lost their connection?//
Annalise knew of nothing to say to her bestie, just.. nothing. Had they just drifted apart the past year?
Annalise was broken out of her thoughts as Allie began to sing…
“ We go together like cookies and milk.”
“ We go together like muffins.. and jam.” Annalise continued hesitantly
“ We go together like donuts and coffee” Allie said quietly.
“ We go together like ice cream and sprinkles!” Annalise said excitedly.
The song that had brought them together all those years ago.. brought them together now. Pretty soon, they were singing random verses, giggling and sharing their lives like before… And Annalise realized that they had never stopped being friends, they just had to remind each other about their friendship.

march 4th, 2022
march 5th, 2022
(253 words :>)
If I were able to choose a magic power, it would be time manipulation. I used to want all kinds of magical powers when I was little, but now, time manipulation would be the best power for me. I wish all the time to go back in time and fix a mistake, or even give myself some more time to study for a test. I also have issues with time management, so it would be useful to redo an unproductive day. It would also be really fun to be able to go forwards in time. That would be useful for me to find out grades before I get them( so I can prepare better), or find out what will happen if I make a certain choice so I can see if that's the best one for me. It would also help when I'm nervously awaiting results for something.
The ability to stop time would be really fun as well, especially when I've forgotten my books and I gotta go back to my locker.
If I had to choose a second choice, it would be getting a magical cookbook. I get this idea from Just Add Magic. Just Add Magic is this really underrated Amazon prime original, where three girls( Kelly, Hannah, and Darbie) discover a magical cookbook that has magical recipes in which you can make anything you want happen. It's a really cool show, and if it this magical cookbook ever got into existance, I'd be really eager to be a protector!
march 6th, 2022
Partner:@_fika ( Kaia)
Prompt:
:: He looks up at me, and I notice the figure in his sketchbook is…. me. I walk over to him, hands on my hips, and say, “You need my permission to draw me.” I pretend I'm mad, but I can't hide my attraction to him. ::
(660 words)
~A gentle breeze runs through my auburn hair as I walk through Midland Park, the brilliant autumn colors bringing out the beauty in fall. I might not be the most popular girl in school, definitely not, and neither was my family the richest in town, but I was loved for, cared about. My family was one of our town's history, owning a decades-long pizzeria with some of the best pizza in town. All of us in the family helped out- and I always knew that I was loved in the family, not only as the only girl, but just as a family member. Customers often ask us: what's your secret to the pizza? And the answer is simple: Our pizzas are made with love and care, our pizzas are made so carefully as if every customer was family. Even our motto was: Made with love. It always made me feel better when I was down in the dumps.
But not today. Somehow, even knowing that I have my whole family behind my back, I can't help but feel horrible. After your best friends ditch you, the popular girl makes you into a joke, and you trip and spill your lunch over yourself in the middle of the cafeteria in the midst of snickers, what else can you feel?
Sighing, I flop down onto a bench, wincing as memories from the past day came back to me, over and over again as my heart beated louder and quicker. I try, I try so hard to push them away but no, they just won't go..
“ Ashlynn?” I hear a deep voice, probably of a male, as my eyelids flutter open. I catch a glance of blonde hair- and those striking blue eyes, just pools of water I could get lost in.. My heart fluttered as I picked myself up quickly. “ H-hi” I stammer, wondering if I look okay.
Years and years of crushing on David, and I run into him right now?
“ Hey.” David smooths his amazing blonde hair down. He looks nervous, but I don't know what for.
“ I'm sorry if I had you worried.” I say quickly, glancing down at the clothes I was wearing. No, I was definitely not presentable right now. But I didn't want to leave either..
“ No, no you didn't” David clutches his sketchbook tightly to his chest, as if there was something in there he didn't want me to see.
“ So, I should get going now..” I say quickly, getting up. There would be other chances to talk with David, even if they weren't this private. Oh well.
But just as I was about to leave, my eyes widened as I felt another palm clutching mine.
“ Could you stay?” David looked embarrassed, his eyes on the ground.
“ O-of course” I glanced at the ground too.. only to see David's sketchbook lying on the ground, open to a page where the figure he had drawn was… me?
“ You need my permission to draw me” I said haughtily, my tone rising. I pretended to look annoyed, but it was hard to hide the love I had for him.
“ I'm sorry” David said quickly “ I mean, you're cute and I'm in l-” He stopped suddenly, his face burning now.
It took my a second to apprehend David's sentence. “ It's okay” I said quickly “ I'm uh- in love with you too! B-but I don't understand…” I trailed off. It was true, David could date any girl at school. Heck, even Sasha, the most popular girl, was crushing on him.
“ I don't love you for how you look… I love you for who you are…” David said quietly, fidgeting.
“ Really?” I knew of nothing to say, my mind completely empty “ Thank you..”
David nodded, his hand brushed away a strand of my locks. His face approached mine as my stomach turned. Before I knew it, our lips had met in a sweet touch, sweeter than any candy you could eat.~
march 7th, 2022
sorry no daily today ;-;
march 8th, 2022
My unfinished story!
Sitting in the cool shade of a tree, my gaze wandered out into the distance, the breeze running through my blonde locks. Today has been rough- no doubt about it. A terrible misstep in math class ended me up with a C as my average. But that was not all. No, that wasn’t even half of it. I had gotten detention after school for my third tardy pass this week, and to make matters worse, I had been ignored the entire day. Sighing, I stared out into the meadow, hoping it would make me feel better. It was in fact a far chance- I was more of an indoors girl, and I probably got mud all over my expensive pants.
And I didn’t even want to talk about practice today. Every single thing I did got on Coach’s nerves, and pretty soon, I was confined to the bench for the next two games for “a lack of skills”. Bummer. I really love soccer, but what good is this passion if I don’t have the skills, or even a chance, to play? I had been left to browse on my phone for the rest of the hour, and now it was dead. Great, so I had nothing to do for the next half hour it would take my mom to drive over in the heavy rush hour traffic.

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finishing @p-e-p-p-p-e-r ‘s story!
(584 words)
“ Alright children, settle down.” Mrs.Schaffer took a seat on the far edge of the dining table, as far as she could from the children. Mr.Schaffer sat down promptly as well, doing the same as his wife.
“ Stew” Theo groaned. `` You know I hate stew, right Allison?” Grumpily, Theo pushed away her bowl of stew, crossing her hands over in anger.
“Well, you’ve got to eat it anyways” Theo hooted, Berk joining in as they dug into their stew and stuffed their faces. Why, they had the manners of a farm animal!
Sighing in exasperation, Mrs.Schaffer got up and took away Theo’s bowl of stew. “ I’ll make you something later, okay?” the mom said as patiently as she could. Her eyes flicking to Theo and Berk, she barked, “ Be quiet right now, boys, and stop teasing your sister! And how many times have I told you to mind your manners?” Marching over to their seats, she locked eyes with both of them. “ If you do this for much longer…” she trailed off in warning. Gulping, Theo began to slurp down his stew, Berk closely following.
Getting back to her seat, Mrs.Schaffer tensely began to eat once again, her eyes closely watching her sons.
Sensing her tension, Mr. Schaffer immediately began to speak to fill in the gaps. “ So kids, what did you learn at school today?”
Allison groaned. Not again. Dad always made them talk about their whole day at school, and if you ever told him you were unsure of something, it was a huge mistake. After that, you would have to study all day to make sure you understood. It was torture.
Picking up her bowl, Allison prepared to leave. “ I’m eating in my room.” she announced flatly, thudding downstairs. Her parents didn’t say anything, probably because they were too tense already. Both of them had high blood pressure. Figures.
Sighing, Allison sat in her chair, propping up her computer to complete her homework. She might as well finish it while eating. Digging into her stew, Allison pulled up her assignment, sticking her spoon into her mouth, she began to type. “ Oh, man, I totally forgot about all of these assignments.” Agonizingly, she began to type. “ I’m not going to finish these before bedtime..”
Suddenly, Theo barged into the basement.
“ What is it now?” Allison snapped. She could never do her homework in peace.
“ Mom made me some spaghetti. I thought you would want some?” Theo walked into the room, handing Allison a steaming plate of spaghetti.
Inhaling the delicious aroma wafting up from the spaghetti, Allison immediately relaxed, her eyes fixing on her younger sister.
“ Thanks Theo” Allison beamed, heaving her younger sister onto her lap like she used to when she was younger.
“Allison..” Theo groaned, her eyes turning towards her computer screen. “ What are you working on?” she asked, feeling the computer screen.
“ A writing assignment.” Allison responded.
“ Can I help?” Theo asked.
But before she even responded, Theo had figured out the assignment. Within five minutes, it was done.
Closing up her laptop, Allison ruffled her younger sister’s hair. “ I should have my genius sister help me with homework often!” she teased.
“ Your welcome” Theo simply walked out of the room, smiling thoughtfully.

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Done!
march 10th, 2022
A slender grey tabby stepped out of the apprentices’ den, her silver eyes gleaming in the first rays of dawn. Padding to the center of camp, the she-cat dipped her head in sight of a dark brown tom in front of her.
“ Bluepaw” the warrior hissed “ You're late.”
“ I'm sorry Jaggedstone” Bluepaw said insincerely, dipping her head to hide the scowl on her face.
“What's that?” the older warrior cocked his head.
“ I said I'm sorry.” Bluepaw spat at the older tom, her scowl clearly visible.
“ You dare to talk to your mentor like that?” The muscled tom bared his teeth “ That's how much respect you get, scoundrel.” Bending down, the tom grabbed her by the scruff and despite her protests, dragged her right in the middle of camp, right in broad daylight. Bluepaw blushed as murmurs spread throughout camp. The warriors scowled at the “pesky” apprentice.
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march 14th, 2022
Pi day!

A sweet aroma tempted Pia's nose as she stood behind a long line winding out of the front door of the most famous bakery in all of Brooklyn. Melissa's treats were selling a limited-edition special pi for pi day, and Pia was pleased. Her mom had sent her to school with a few dollars to buy some pies from Melissa's. Her mom was a math teacher, and very dedicated to pi day and other math things. I mean, she was named after pi! Her mom had baked round cookies for her class to learn the pi formula. Pia hadn't said anything, but she knew that the students would be more interested in eating the cookies then learning about Pi. Hopping excitedly into the store, Pia couldn't wait. She was actually personally friends with Melissa, and she always came to the dinner parties Mom held. She baked the best pastries, but her best ever was her Pi Pie, inspired by my mom's suggestion to her the other day. They had went to college together, so Mom was kind of the brains of Melissa's, while Melissa was the creativity. Finally, finally, she stepped up to the counter. To her disappointment, Melissa wasn't standing in front of her, but rather a bored-looking teenager who was smacking gum and staring at her phone. “ Hello?” Pia waved her hand at the girl.
“ What do you want?” the girl snapped.
“ Uh, if you don't already know, you're working a shift at Melissa's and I want a Pi Day Pie?”
“ Well. we're all out. Too bad, so sad.” the girl looked down at her phone once again.
No pies? Pi Day was officially ruined. Tears welled up in Pia's eyes.
“ Aw, what a crybaby!” the girl hooted as she pressed ‘record’ on her phone.
“ Alyssa, get out. We need to have a talk about your customer service.” Melissa shoved the glaring teenager out of the way, who finally decided to walk towards the behind-the scenes kitchen.
“ Pia!” Melissa cradled Pia's face in her hand. “ What's wrong, baby?”
Melissa was like Pia's second mother after Pia's father divorced her mother. Melissa cared for Pia just as much as her own mother, and she would do anything for her.
“ Hi” Pia faked a smile.
“ I know you're not happy” Melissa smiled “ I baked you and your mom a pie just for you!” she handed a pie to Pia, wrapped in parchment.
When Pia opened it, she gasped in shock. It was peaches baked into a perfect pie crust, with buttercream frosting spelling out on the top ‘ Happy Pi Day! To Pia and Millie, you guys are like my second family.“
Pia gasped, and walked around the counter. Hugging Melissa, Pia buried her face in her shirt. ” Thanks for always being for me“ Pia sniffed
” Pia, you’re Millie's daughter and Millie's daughter is my daughter.“ Melissa smiled and patted Pia on the back. ” Now, you go home.Your mom would be worried.“

march 15th, 2022
Idiom: ” On the other side of the bridge, the grass is always greener“
A cool breeze ran through Millie's hair as she stared across the canal to the other side of the city. The better side.
Millie lived on the beat up side of Greenland city. Honestly, their grass wasn't green. It was mostly weeds, and a brownish color. The buildings were tall and shiny.People on the other side wore the best clothes, and the girls looked gorgeous with all their best makeup. The guys were muscular and charming. Everyone had a beautiful phone, girls had the best accessories. Their parks were pristine and the kids had the best games to play. Even their lawns were pretty.
But on their side of Greenland city, it was all beat up and ancient. Girls mostly wore used clothes from thrift stores, and boys were funny but not anything close to muscular. All the buildings on their side were close to crumbling. Their parks were ancient and rusty, and nobody could ever get their hands on a decent game. As for their lawns, the citizens could care less about them.
Millie sighed. She wished she was one of those rich people who lived great lives filled with tasty food, fun games, and rich jobs.

–TIMESKIP–
It had been years since Millie had graduated high school. As soon as she was finished with her high school, Millie had packed her bags and left for the better part of Greenland City. The first few years had been hard, juggling a job and college, but Millie had made it. She even started a successful startup business that evolved into her million dollar company now. Staring across the bridge, Millie found herself looking at the other side of Greenland City again. She wished she had enjoyed her life there.
For the life on this side of the city was not what it looked like. The food was indeed tasty at 5 star michellin restaurants, but the dishes were nothing like those of Giana's, the pizza made especially with love. Her life was indeed fun and interesting, but everyone was cold and unkind, unlike the loving community back home. And her job- well it was certainly demanding, but nobody liked her for who she was. Everybody only liked the version of her with tons of makeup, decked in a fancy suit, wearing layers and layers of lipstick.
” Well, what can I say. The other side of the bridge always looks greener.“ A cool autumn breeze swished Millie's hair as she longingly stared out into where she wished she could be once again.
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(208 words)
” Can I act as the audience?“
” StOp CoPyInG mE!“
” Is there something funny?“
” Your laugh made me laugh.“
” It's not fair!“
” What I meant to say is that I have never stolen a cookie from the kitchen before.“
” Are you okay?“
” Hold your stick like this- and then step forward with your left foot. “
” We don't talk about chords-“
” Who's your best friend?“
” I'm hungry.. How many minutes till lunch?“
” I wasn't talking to you.“
” I was wondering.. If hair falls off your head, does that mean you have cancer?“
” Oh my gosh, yay! We're on the same team!“
” Do I have to eat this?“
” My favorite vegetable is a tomato- or is an avocado?“
” I know- I'm a genius!“
” First too little salt- and now too much?“
” Your hair looks like a bird's nest got caught in it!“
” I love your dress!“
” Maybe they helped you win because you looked cute.“
” That was the first hug I've ever given you!“
” Aww, that's so nice of you!“
” These caramels are soo good!“
” Why does my life suck?“
” Ugh, these shoes are so uncomfortable.“
” I won't tell you.“
” Duh, girl“
” Blackmailing is bad.“
” What are we doing?“
” If I marry anyone, it will be a dog.“
” Blackmailing is bad."

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- MC Weeklies-[
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-IC Dailies-
march 2nd 2022-
My goal this time around for SWC is to write with more details, extend my (already) big vocab, and write Fanfiction better as a whole. I'd also like to become better at perspective! <3
march 5th, 2022-
Isthmus
/Iceemus/
noun
1. Another word for an iceberg, a big block of ice usually found in areas like Alaska or Antarctica
synonyms: iceberg, block of ice, frozen water
antonyms: hotberg, melted water
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First sentence: I am not a student
Final sentence: Tom told Mary to study harder
I am not a student. In fact- I am not who others think I am. No, I am certainly not Tom Thompson of Albert Einstein middle.
In fact, I am a teacher in disguise. Wait- let me explain myself. I am not

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A breeze ran through my auburn hair as I stared out into the village. The air carried peace as students scurried to their next classes, adults ran about. I should be going to my math class, yet I stood, solitary. An aroma of freshly baked pies drifted over from the bakery. Mother had given me some money to get something for lunch. It wasn't lunchtime yet, but Ms. Martin wouldn't mind me eating a bun during class, would she?
Scurrying into the bakery, I pushed my money towards the lady standing near the counter. “ A buttered bun, please” I said nervously.
The lady grunted, then walked into the kitchen. Coming back with a bun and a small jar of butter, she said “ Help yourself.”
Relieved, I began to spread butter on my bun, noticing some jam and deciding to smear it on as well. I should be leaving now… But the bun looked so good… So I sat down cautiously in a small wooden chair, and sunk my teeth into the butter and jam bun. But just seconds before I could chew my food, a scream echoed in the village. “ The Great Leader! He's dead!” Grabbing my pack, I went flying outside. Being his niece, I knew the Great Leader personally and only because of him could I come here for summer camp. But now he was- dead? I shivered as a hollow feeling enclosed me.
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week 1 (march 1st-march 5th, 2022)
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I sat in the classroom, drumming my fingers impatiently on my desk as I waited for Ms. Gemma, our homeroom teacher, to arrive. The rest of the class was going wild. Marc Robinson was throwing crinkled up paper at random people, and Izzie Robinson, his twin, was making paper airplanes and tossing them at other students like her twin. The Robinson twins were known for making a racket, but even the rest of the class had gone crazy. Like, literally. Most of the boys were playing an “indoor” version of hockey and half of the girls had lost their brains as they giggled mindlessly and twirled hair around their fingers in an effort to make the boys notice them. The popular girls, on the other hand, were busy using the extra time to make a Tiktok, and boys were milling around them, hopelessly smitten with them. Such dimwits. I sighed as I began to doodle in my sketchbook, hoping that someone in this room had a brain cell or two. Of course, the only girl who was behaving was Marcella Ostrey, the teacher’s pet and a hopeless nerd. However, I was grateful right now to see someone actually obeying the rules. Suddenly, the clicking of heels echoed down the hallway. //Hopefully, that’s Ms.Gemma// And it was. Ms. Gemma walked into the classroom, wearing a classic black dress and black heels, her sleek black hair up in a gorgeous bun. At the sight of her, everyone quickly scattered back to their seats, and sat there, giving the illusion of being well-behaved. “ Hi everyone!” Ms. Gemma was a youthful teacher, only in her twenties, and one of the must put together ones of the 8th grade. We were lucky to have her, since the rest of the teachers were grumpy and old, and did boring old things they did year over year with their class. But who was that behind her? A young girl, looking of Colombian descent, walked in wearing a really colorful dress decorated with butterflies. She had on black flats, and light green glasses, and a short bob of curly dark-brown hair, with a huge smile plastered on her face. “ Meet Mirabel Madrigal,” Ms.Gemma continued “ She’s our new transfer student from Columbia! She’ll only be staying for a week, but please make her welcome.” Ms. Gemma turned to Mirabel. “ Would you like to introduce yourself?” “ Hi” Mirabel began nervously “ I come from the Madrigal family, in Columbia.” A sheepish expression came on her face. “ Of course, you don’t know who the Madrigals are. We are… a magical family gifted with supernatural powers, usually given to children on their fifth birthday.” she hesitated. “ I’m uh- the only one without one of these powers.” “ Wonderful, Mirabel.” Ms. Gemma gave the transfer student a smile. She glanced around the classroom. “ Why don’t you sit next to Nikki Maxwell? She’s the one with brown hair in ponytails. Nikki, please raise your hand.” I slowly raised my pale skinned hand, glancing at the dark-skinned girl. “ Thank you, Ms.Gemma.” Mirabel started to walk towards me, but I saw something in her path. Was it.. A foot? It was Rachel M’s foot. Of course it was hers. Being the most popular in school, Rachel found it funny to embarrass others. “ Mirabel!” I waved my arms like crazy, trying to warn her about Rachel’s foot, but it was already too late. Mirabel had tripped over Rachel’s foot, and was laying flat on her face. Rachel began to snicker, the rest of the class following pursuit. Quickly getting up from my seat, I walked over to the felled Mirabel. “ Would you like a hand?” I stuck out mine. “ T-thanks “ she stuttered, her sweaty palm gripping mine as I pulled her to her feet. I guided her over to the desk next to mine, and she quickly took a seat, slumping down low so nobody could see her.
“ Now, children, is this how we treat a new student?” Ms. Gemma said sternly, walking over to Rachel. “ Rachel, you’re coming to detention today. One more offense and you’re getting in-school suspension.” Rachel rolled her pretty ocean-blue eyes. “What-ever” Ms. Gemma began to blabber about an assignment. Boy, did she talk fast. Peeling my eyes away from the board, I glanced at Mirabel, whispering “ Are you okay?” “ I’m fine.” the Colombian girl said quietly. I could tell she wasn’t, though. Her eyes were glassy. “ Nobody likes me for who I am.” she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. Quickly pulling out a tissue, I wiped her tears away. “ Shh..” I silenced “ Just hold it in for a sec, okay?” I raised my hand. “ Ms. Gemma? Mirabel hurt her foot and needs to go to the nurse.” “ Okay.” Ms Gemma distractly called out. Grabbing Mirabel’s hand, I dragged her out of the classroom and into the nearest restroom. “ That hurts.” she whimpered as soon as we got into the restroom. “ Okay” I said hurriedly “ Rule number one in Westchester Country Day middle school: no crying in public.” Mirabel sniffed. “ And Rachel is always that mean. You just gotta dust yourself off, and get up.” Mirabel sighed. “ Okay.” she said slowly. Glancing at her sad expression, my face softened. “ Hey, cheer up. Westchester isn’t all that bad.” I pulled out my phone, showing her pictures of my friends. “ I was new once as well, but it didn’t take long for me to find my true friends… I’ll introduce you to them during lunch! They’re really nice, and I bet you’ll really like them” Mirabel’s face brightened. “ That would be great!”she said happily. “ Well, are you ready to get back to class? Ms. Gemma will be suspicious if we’re gone for long.” I continued. “ Let’s go!” Mirabel got up from the cold tile floors of the girl’s bathroom, with newfound energy “ I can tell my new transfer school isn’t all that bad.” She smiled at me. Smiling back, my heart soared. I had made a new friend, who wouldn’t have to navigate the unfamiliar hallways of Westchester alone.

week 2 (march 6th-march 12th, 2022)
week 3 (march 13th-march 19th, 2022)
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My eyes met his warm brown gaze as we stared into each others' souls.
“ Raya, I- I love you. Ever since I met you, you've pushed me away, labeled me as a ‘just a friend’. But Raya, I love you and I want to be with you.”
I stared at him at shock, breaking out of my haze. How could he? He was Ollie, my best friend. I couldn't believe him.
“ Ollie, you know yourself that you mean nothing more to me than a friend.” I said, my voice aggressive,“ Besides, I'm with Brendan now. He actually doesn't betray me.” I turned my face away from his in anger.
“ Raya I-”
“ Don't say another word to me Ollie. You hear me? We're over.” I spat the words the words at him viciously, then swung around, my heels clicking on the pavement. I never wanted to see him again. He just couldn't be. He wouldn't. I turned back, my eyes softening at the sight of him staring back at me in sorrow. But I pushed my eyelids closed and turned back. He would. And I would never forgive him.
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Dinner was lovely. Brendan had brought me to a swanky French cafe, and bought me all of the mouthwatering pastries I could ever eat. Right now, he was using the restroom so I was touching up my lipstick. Staring back at my reflection, I was hardly paying attention to my lips. Why, I was too busy dreaming about our children someday, and happy strolls at parks, when something suddenly glinted in my mirror. Glancing back at the display we had walked in, I saw a blonde-headed handsome man rush somewhere. He looked familiar. Was that Brendan? Where was he going?
Brendan would never betray me, I was sure of that. Maybe he was just secretly getting something for me. He was so sweet!
I let a dreamy sigh as I waited for Brendan to return. He didn't take long- or at least in my books, he didn't. He walked up to the table and gave me a peck on the cheek, which turned my face completely red. We didn't talk much for the rest of dinner, but I couldn't talk anyways. I was just so lost in his dreamy ocean-blue eyes…
But snapping out of my trance, I saw Brendan, all decked up in his suit, on his knee. I was surprised, shocked even. “ Brendan?” I asked in complete confusion.
“ Raya.. You know how much I love you, and I want to make this all official. Will you… marry me?”
My mind raced as I reeled in happiness. “ Yes!” I squealed as he slipped the beautiful emerald ring on my finger, smiling at me.
I couldn't believe it. I was going to be with the man of my dreams.
Walking home, I couldn't think of anything but Brendan's sweet smile. Heck, I couldn't even watch the romantic comedy that I had wanted to watch for ages.
Which is why I was really annoyed when I open the door to Ollie.
“ What are you doing here?” I said, my face annoyed.
“ I uh-”
My eyes scanned him for some kind of flower or chocolate.
“ Me and Brendan are engaged.” I said my tone rising “ So no more of your stupid act.”
Oliver looked really heartbroken, and it pierced my heart to see him like that. But Ollie was my friend, not my fiancee.
“ Look I know this sounds weird- and jealous but..” Ollie trailed off “ I saw Brendan at the parking lot behind C'est la Vie-”
“ So?” I interrupted.
“ He was making out with a blonde-haired girl.” Ollie said slowly.
I knew Ollie didn't like me dating Brendan, but he would go to this extent to make our lives miserable?!
“ Give me proof.” I crossed my hands and my eyes flamed.
“ Fine. If you don't believe me, here's the proof.” Ollie stuck his phone in my face, and the pictures on it surprised me. He was indeed right. Brendan had done this to me?
“ See Raya-” his speech was cut off as I ran into his arms, burying my face in his sweatshirt. Sobbing, I quietly said “ I'm sorry Ollie-”
But he pushed me away. Now he was definitely angry.
“ I have no time for your apologies Raya. ” Just then, a red haired girl with friendly green eyes walked in.
“ Oliver, we're going to dinner , right?”
“ Yes Alisha” he glanced at me.
The girl saw me and smiled. “ You're Raya, right? It's so nice to meet you, Ollie says you're a very good friend!”
“ Yeah” I mumbled incoherently.
“ Well, we should be going.” Alisha apologized. And linking arms with Ollie they walked off..
I couldn't believe it. Shame, embarrassment, and even pain burned inside of me. How could I have done this? I almost married a two-faced jerk.. but I only didn't because of Ollie. Ollie. He had saved me. I wasn't a good friend to him at all. I burst into tears all over again. Ollie… He truly loved me. I was the one too blind to see it all these days. I had hurt him. I didn't deserve, but I wish I did.
I was stuck in the middle.
( I kinda used this from my MC weekly, but it does fit the IC weekly, right?)
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Cabin Wars

March 25th~

Foe-try

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The breeze ruffled my auburn brown hair as she stared out into the vast meadow, my fists clenched at my sides. How could he? He always said he was helping.. But he didn't understand. Tears welled up in my eyes remembering the incident earlier today.

I was standing on the field, my eyes focused on the ball as I kept her stick wide open for passes. I knew that I should be doing something, but the plays were on the other side right now. Westfield's midfield and defense was extremely weak, which meant that our team's offense was scoring left and right- it was good for our team, but it meant nothing for our defense as the other team was barely making a move. Sighing, I dropped my stick in defeat, and crouched down to tie my shoelaces. Up, in, over, bunny ears- and then I hear a voice. “ Luna! Offender coming your way!” Springing up to my feet, I desperately ran after the girl in possession with the ball- to only find in dismay that I was too late. Seconds before I arrived the offense had made the shot. Putting my hands on my knees, I looked up- to see the disgruntled faces of my teammates. The whispers, the glares. I had failed them. It took all my courage to suck up my tears and stand there once again- but no play came back. With the sudden streak of saves from Westfield's goalie, we were now tied- and with 10 minutes left in the game for a tiebreaker. A tiebreaker- that we clumsily lost.
Coach was nice about our loss after the game- but I knew it is all my fault. If I had been paying attention- I could have intercepted a throw- and maybe we would have never lost. During our team hustle, I tried to make up for it by encouraging everyone that we did well- but all that led to.. That led to my tears.
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Walking towards the bleachers, I messily wiped off my tears on my sweatshirt and mustered up a weak smile. My parents were coming down too. At the sight of my tears, my mom immediately hugged me, and whispered “ Oh honey.. You tried..” I pressed my eyelids shut in defeat as my mom let me go from the embrace. I tried.. But it wasn't good enough. I was broken out of my thoughts from this annoying tugging. I opened my eyes to my little sister, tugging at my shirt. “ What do you want?” I lashed out at her. “ I-I just wanted to give you a lollipop…” my sister murmured in a small voice, stepping back and beginning to cry, clutching onto my mother. “ Luna- don't do this to your sister.” my mom said, her head turning to comfort my little sister. Oh god, can I do anything right?

Oh and dad. He was entire different story. After a bout of yelling and a lecture and a lot of crying.. I was fed up. I couldn't do this anymore. After reaching home, I had run off to the park- and I had ended up here. Lost.
How far could I have got? I actually wasn't sure. In her anger I had run off- and now, I might never find her way home. Sinking down onto my knees, I began to sob quietly in defeat. I-I didn't know what to do anymore.
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ash's writing <> march '22

hello, i'm ash and i use they/them pronouns! this is my first swc session, and i'm in sci-fi spacewreck!
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'ello i'm ash, i'm the *new* editor of The Scratchly Gazette

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Luna's SWC Writing
in-cabin dailies

march 1: assignments

help I'm embarrassed about writing this
total: 300 words
The shipwreck had caused major problems on our journey. Every now and then there would be alarms for injuries or such, making the cabin worried. It seemed that the shipwreck had changed everyone. Even my partners were cowering in fear, locking themselves in their rooms, waiting for us to go back home.

As I was walking down the now silent halls, I heard a voice over the speakers.
”Solace, Mark, and Jake. Please report to the central office.”
It was our leader, Yuki. Mark and Jake came into sight and we walked towards the office.

“If you didn't know, today is assignment day. You’re the first three to get your assignments assigned!” she beamed. The boys didn’t look as much as happy as Natalie had expected. “That’s great!” I beamed along with her. The boys didn’t seem to be as interested as me, though. Even when Natalie and I were glaring at them to be a bit more… enthusiastic about this.

“Alright, what are you gonna assign us?” Jake spoke up. Natalie plastered a fake smile on her face and began explaining. “Alright! Jake, you’re going to be checking the food supplies. Mark, you will clean the floor, basically, you’re a janitor. And Solace, you will be keeping track of the records of basically everything. Enough said,”

“I understand… but shouldn’t the goat do it?” Mark exclaimed.

“Do what?”

“The cleaning work,” Mark replied. “You know…”

“… You three are dismissed,” Natalie announced as she took up her mic again. Needless to say, we ran out of her room. Mark and Jake immediately ran in front of me, seeming to be… laughing. I just scoffed at those boys and went into my room. Welcome to responsibilities, I thought.

FirestarForReal

Daily March 1st: “Write anything literary and add to word count.”
280 words!!

Celeste patted Matt's hand. “Honey, you'll figure it out soon. Don't worry.”
Matt sighed. “But what if I don't?”
Her laugh was like a tinkling of bells in the wind. “It's not like the world depends on you,”
But Celeste did not know..Matt sighed again. “It's-” he swallowed. “-not like the world depends on this one riddle, you're right. We could just turn back now, exit this thing, and be done. Nothing depends on this.” Internally, he knew it all depended on this, but Celeste did not need to know. Her fragile fairy mind fractured at any sort of negative emotion.
“Good luck, though. You can do it, honey!” The bee-fairy called everyone honey. It wasn't personal to Matt or any of her other hosts. “Now, I've got to go check on my other host- Saria.” Celeste was sort of a consciousness that visited Matt once in a while, a glowing fairylike projection that only he could see, hear, and feel. She wasn't even a tangible thing, just inside his brain and using his nerves, eyes, and ears to make it seem she was real. However, Celeste had to alternate her time between many hosts, since there was only one of her.
“Saria has a little..issue with the riddle too.” Celeste chriped, then vanished.
“Wait- Saria's doing this riddle too?” Matt gasped. “How is that possible?” The fate of the world rests on this, how can both Saria and me be solving it? He wondered oddly.
But Celeste was gone, only a whisper of her remained imprinted in Matt's memories. Whatever. She would return in his darkest times and ease him up again, and then he could ask about Saria.

Last edited by FirestarForReal (March 1, 2022 14:39:15)

PoppyWriter

I'm Poppy from HiFi!!

Poppy's Writing for March SWC 2022

I did my 1602 word essay, and it's on a different thread…

- Daily- March 1st–

NOT MY BEST WRITING!!
The wristwatch was picked up. It should not have been. A thousand miles away, the Timekeeper senses it. The man had been sleeping, but now, the only important thing to him was returning the watch. All thoughts of sleep escaped him.

The child didn't mean to pick up the watch. They were too young to know how important it was. They were also too young to know about the mourning that came from his grandfather's death. Too young to know why the three-year-old boy was left with a golden wristwatch when everyone else was left with hundreds of dollars. But when the child removed the watch from the case, an entire hidden nation went under.
It was a bleak scene, indeed. An entire family in black clothes. A mother whispering to her son who “grandfather” was. Normally cheerful people with demure faces.
Those faces changed to surprise when a bearded man in a dressing robe burst in from the funeral home's double doors. One of the attendants stood up .
“Excuse me, uh, sir. You aren't allowed to be here. There is a will reading occuring. I'm afraid you must leave. Now.” she said sweetly. He ignored her entirely.
“Where are they? Where is the wristwatch? GOOD HEAVENS, PEOPLE, WHERE?!” he screamed. He was gasping with panic. The small gathering simply stared at him. Except for one person.
A little boy was tugging on his gown. He looked down. His golden curls matched the too-big clock on his arm. He was perpetually grinning.
The Timekeeper stopped dead.
“He's a descendant of Elmin the Quartzmaster. You don't want to take it from him,” the boy's mother said. Everyone gaped at her. She seemed to be the only one who understood what was happening. She held her funeral program out like it was a dagger instead of a sheet of paper.
“I-I'll leave,” he said. “Just- when the time is right, make sure he uses it properly. Don't let him lose it like his grandfather did. Or like my uncle did. Or like many others have.”
The mother glared him all the way out the door. She sighed. She turned around and saw her family staring at her. She had some explaining to do.

I did the daily despite my lack of poetry skills! 127 words

I work, and I try, and I push, and I toil
while planting the seed in writing's rough soil
I pushed it all in there, all of my focus
and I've worked so long I don't even notice

I squeal and I squeak at that perfect sight,
created from countless sleepless nights.
At last that page fills me with laughter,
written with the words- “happ'ly ever after”.

I jump up and scream and yell and just shout
A story's full tree grown from one single sprout.
I smile with pride before sitting down
because it's time for just one final sound.

Emerges the sound of scratching pencils
that one glorified writing utensil.
The signal of ending by click of a pen
The sound of my fingers writing “the end”.

Did another daily with the flavors from @hellohumans207! 444 WORDS!!

(Flavors were new book, old book, favorite book) This is told from the POV of the grown up child I wrote about in Daily #1!!

I held the tiny silver charm in my hand. Finding it inside the watch was a surprise, but I had practiced. Why was I so scared of using it on my own? I repeated the Timekeeper's instructions in my head. Pressing the diamond controls the year I go to. Sapphire controls month. Ruby controls day. Emerald controls what time of day. I could do this. I could.

Grandfather had told me as a little boy that reading was the key to dreams. I certainly needed those now. I remembered how he had brought out his oldest book, the book he had just bought at the bookshop not two hours ago, and his favorite book of all time, The Hobbit.

I already had my copy of A Tale of Two Cities, which was my oldest book. I had the book that I had bought most recently, The Hunger Games. But I had left my favorite copy of my favorite book, the Hobbit, in the old shack before it burnt down. If only we hadn't been making s'mores, than I would have it, and I could decipher Grandfather's final words to me before we moved away.

I pressed the diamond five times, before shifting my finger to the sapphire and pressing it three times. I inhaled quickly and pressed the emerald three times.

There it was! The old shack! My sibling's tiny hangout zone! I was standing in front of the door. I heard someone walk toward the door from the inside. I jumped away and hid behind a bush. Out walked fourteen-year-old me in baggy cargo pants. My hair was slimed with marshmallow goo, but I was grinning.

“Stanley! We got the fire going! Where's the sticks?” someone said. I recognized the voice as my older brother, Jason.

No, I thought. They can't be doing it already. I had no time

The Timemaster had told me never to show myself people when I had traveled the time crease. But I had to save it. I had to. So I bolted. Right past younger me, who was staring at me in confusion. I got to the door right as my sister Emery yelled “fire!”.

I flung the door open. My much-younger siblings stared at me.

"Stanley! Wh-what? Why are you so tall? And old?“

I ignored Jason. He opened his mouth to ask more questions, but he thought better and sprinted out.

I scanned the shack until I saw the book on the tiny table made of wood scraps. I snatched it before pressing the teensy bit of jade.

I tumbled onto the rug. The Timekeeper grabbed me by the shoulders.

”DID YOU GET IT??"

I DID THE WEEKLY!!

Background Info Needed:

Emilia, or Emily is a fifteen year old girl. She lives with her parents and 5 sisters in Pompeii. Her best friend is Amelathea, or Thea (all the names are real Roman names). The year is 79 AD (You can see where this is going…) Vesuvius has just erupted. Emily had just bought a present for her sisters when the explosion happened.

Together in the Ash

Script Style!

EMILY

What’s happening? Why is the Mountain blowing up?

MAN

It’s not a mountain, kid, it’s a volcano! RUN!

EMILY grabs the sack and begins to sprint. People surround her, screaming and praying. EMILY shoves her way through the crowd. EMILY runs into AMELATHEA.

EMILY
(gasping for breath)
Thea! Vesuvius is blowing! Where’s your family?

AMELATHEA, or THEA, is crying.

THEA

I can’t find them!! What about yours?

EMILY

They’re at home. I need to go. And so do you! Just run into the nearest shop!!

THEA
(Inhales heavily)
Thank you for being my friend.

EMILY
(teary-eyed)
Thank you for standing with me through thick and thin.

THEA

And I’ll stand with you through the ash. But Emily– RUN!!

EMILY runs down the street, gasping for breath. A dark-gray cloud follows behind her. In the background, a large volcano can be seen. Lava is spewing forth and the gray cloud is clearly coming from it. She runs under an arch and into the door of her family’s home. Her parents and sisters leap up and hug her.

EMILY

I- the ash- we-

MOTHER
(Still hugging EMILY)
I know. We won’t be able to leave. We can’t.

LILIA
(Crying)
So w-what do we do?

All characters, including MOTHER, FATHER, EMILY, LILIA, DIANA, CECELIA, CASSIA, and LUNA break away from the embrace. FATHER guides the family to the main living room.

FATHER

We don’t do anything. But we remember our motto. Fortes sumus, * unum sumus. We are strong when we are one.

FATHER grabs MOTHER’s hand. EMILY looks down and sees her youngest sister, LUNA is reaching for her hand. She grabs it and holds onto it as tight as she can. The entire family is holding hands in the circle.They kneel down. Through the window, the black cloud can be seen rolling closer and closer.

FATHER
(Singing in Latin, with subtitles)
Fire cannot hurt us anymore

MOTHER & FATHER
(Now singing in unison)
Because we are a family

LILIA, MOTHER & FATHER
We are together, stronger evermore

EMILY& FAMILY
Because we are a family

The black cloud is now slowly passing through the windows. Everyone is crying, but no one is trying to escape.

EMILY
(whispering)
Evermore.

The cloud sweeps over them. They all d!e.

Screen flashes with the words “One thousand nine-hundred and fourty four years later”

A man is digging out dirt and ash from an old arch in the hot sun. He is covered in dirt and sweat. He’s wearing old, faded clothes. On his shirt is a tag that says, “Shawn Rose, Head Archeologist”. He finally breaks through the dirt he was shoving and he enters the small, ancient building. He looks at it for a moment.

SHAWN

Maisy?

A little girl comes racing out of a trailer to meet her father in the dig site.

MAISY
(bouncing on her toes)
Yeah, Papa?

SHAWN does not respond. MAISY looks at him in confusion.

MAISY

Papa?

She stops all questioning when she follows his gaze. White, ash covered corpses like statues are before her. As her father became the head of this uncovering project 10 years ago, she has lived with these her entire life, and she is not scared of them.
SHAWN pulls MAISY close to him and strokes her frizzy hair.

SHAWN

It’s a family. I can tell.

The camera zooms in on the scene. The family of corpses are holding hands in a circle, kneeling on the ground.. In the distance, the other corpses seem to be crawling on their hands and knees. The bodies before the pair seem to be peaceful, as though they had accepted their fate.

MAISY bends down and brushes off a tile with her tiny fingers. It has Latin letters on it. She has only begun learning Latin along with reading English letters.

MAISY

Papa, whassit say?

SHAWN

We are strong when we are one…I’m glad I have you with me, Maisy. We’re a family, just like them.

MAISY

I love you.

SHAWN

I love you, too, Maisy-Daisy.

SHAWN is seen uncovering a small pouch. Inside are the small charms that EMILY had bought for her sisters. No ash can be seen inside the bag. The letters on the charms read “Evermore”.

It didn't copy and paste in the correct format, but I wrote it that way!

IN CABIN DAILY March 4-

(Just hopped on my YouTube History and picked something random. It was hard because I couldn't do any songs from musicals- they already have stories! I'm doing Sloop John B. by the Beach Boys- my favorite band of all time!)

July 16th, 1971

“I forgot to-”

“JUST GO PACK!”

I grimaced and ran upstairs. In an attempt to cheer me up after my dog d!ed, my grandfather had invited me on a three week trip. We were going to spend the entire time on an old ship, the Sloop John B. I had tried to find every reason to avoid it. For someone who is seasick all the time, this was going to end in disaster.

THE NEXT DAY-

I sat in our cabin. Grandfather was cleaning his wounds. He had gotten in a fight with the grocer before we left port. This was already going swimmingly. I already wanted to go home. The ship was in disrepair, both physically and in crew. The boat's paint was chipped. The first mate and some of his buddies had broken into the captain's trunk to steal his wine collection. They were sent to work in the kitchen.

Just as that thought entered my head, the captain stuck his head in the door.

“Dinner!”

I helped Grandfather up and into the mini mess hall. The ten other passangers were already there. But none of them were eating. They were all watching the center of the room, where our table lay waiting.

The cook was there, red in the face.

“I'm sick o' it! The captain don't pay me half o' what the shipmates get, and they don't do nothin' but laze around and roll them dice! And I'm done with it!”

I watched in horror as he took my plate and flicked all of the grain off of it. I heard the little pieces hit the floor. He then proceeded to grab my plate and run below deck.

Great. Now I had no food.

This is the worst trip I've ever been on. I pulled out a paper so I could write to Mother. Without and introduction, I simply wrote- “I wanna go home.”

Last edited by PoppyWriter (March 5, 2022 02:34:30)

⚘ It is a truth universally acknowledged that a girl who has a lot of books and too little bookshelf space must be in want of… more books. ⚘

froggyviibes

dailies:
march 1st: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/30978477/comments/#comments-176907268

weekendlies:

word wars:

others:

farmerjax

em's writing thingymajig

dailies:
2nd of march:

Ah, finally. It was night once again. I would be allowed to rest my weary head, while the humans are off doing whatever they do.
As I settle down for the night, the other cups in the cabinet do so as well. We're all extremely tired, what with the numerous amounts of people holding us in their grubby hands, drinking out of us??? Absolutely preposterous.
And as if just to spite me, I hear the squeak of the cabinet door being opened, and light floods into into the once dark space.
One tiny human hand reaches up to grab a cup…
Please not me please don't choose me take any other cup that'll work just don't choose me please I want to sleep leave me alone.
And of course, she chooses me.
excUSE ME?? Look what it says on my front, can you read, child? It says ‘BEST dad in the world’, not ‘most annoying and rude human child girl’.
She holds my handle loosely, like geez louise, she's gonna drop me if she doesn't hold on tighter.
I realise with dread that she's taking me over to the kettle. Not the kettle…
She chucks me on the counter a little too forcefully; I wince as a piece of ceramic chips off from my side.
From here, I can see the clock just enough to know the time.
It is literally twelve am.
TWEVLE am. This child is having a cup of tea at twelve am.
If I could, I would've sighed my non existent lungs out and use the chipped piece of ceramic to shove down her throat.
But I could only sit there, and wait for the boiling water to fill me up.
And when it does, it burns, it burns, IT BURNS.
I want it to stop. But I can't speak. I will never be able to speak.
This is how my life is.

3rd of march:

flavours were: outer space, lemon, gummy worm ice cream

Mother had given them some money to go and see the new ice cream shop on their street.
Marvolon knew that she was only trying to get them out of the house before dad got home.
He didn't argue against it.
Shun and Lilith both followed their older brother out of their stingy apartment. The two younger siblings immediately ran to the stairwell rails and slid all the way down them to the ground floor.
Marvolon knew he wouldn't be able to stop them, so he did the most responsible thing and graciously stepped into the elevator to take him down.
As soon as the ding sound was emitted, and the doors opened, he was suddenly attacked by Shun and Lilith.
“Hurry uppppp, Marvolon, we wanna get ice cream!!” Lilith squealed, latching onto his arm.
“Give me a minute, oh my god,” The boy sighed.
His two sisters were already racing out the door.
“Come onnn, Marvolon, they might run out of ice cream before we get there!!” Lilith shouted at him again.
“They'll have tons of the stuff, don't you worry,” He chuckled.
The shop wasn't far away, possibly only a couple yards down their street. Though Lilith and Shun were panting by the time they got there. The silly geese had run all the way.
“Must.. get.. ice.. cream..,” Shun exhaled.
“God, calm down! We're getting it right now!” Marvolon said.
Lucky for them, there was no one else waiting in the line.
“Hello, hello, hello!” A fat man dressed in pink and white chorused joyfully. His head was topped with a white bowler hat, a gold spectacle sat under his eye, and a silver mustache curled above his lip. “How can I help you kiddos today?”
“We'll just have-” Marvolon started.
“I WANT GUMMY WORM ICE CREAM!!!” Lilith squealed.
“And I want space ice cream!” Shun added.
“What's that even supposed to taste like? Rocks and meteors?” Marvolon wrinkled his nose.
“You'll never know until you try it,” The old man said mysteriously. “And what can I get for you, young lad?”
“I'll just have lemon, thanks,” Marvolon said, going with the safe option. Some of the flavours there looked pretty interesting, to say the least.
“Alright, three ice creams, coming up!”
He made them in record time, setting them out in the cone stand on the counter.
“Now… can I tell you a little secret?” The man lent forward, Shun and Lilith eagerly doing the same. He cleared his throat, then lowered his voice so passers-by couldn't hear.
Marvolon reluctantly lent in to listen as well, as stupidly childish as he felt. He just had to make sure the old man wasn't telling them dangerous things.
“Some would say that my ice cream is a little special… perhaps it may change your life, enhance your luck, or even gift you something unique. It all depends on the type of ice cream you asked for, and the amount of magic that could be in it.”
Marvolon scoffed with as much skepticism to fill a swimming pool.
What absolute garbage.
The old man raised an eyebrow.
“Be careful about your choices, young lad,” Was all he said, before handing them the ice creams.
Lilith and Shun immediately devoured their own ice cream, obviously careless about what the man said.
Marvolon led them away from the shop, taking them to a nearby park.
Only then did he have a taste of his ice cream.
He had to admit, it was pretty good. Best lemon ice cream he'd ever had.
Of course, he was slightly cautious when eating it. He didn't want to be one to believe in all that voodoo talk and magic theories, but it's better safe than sorry.
Unsurprisingly, nothing came of it. It was just a regular lemon flavoured ice cream in a waffle cone. He shrugged, pulling himself up from the tree he was resting under and stretched.
And then he felt a little bonk! on his head.
He scratched his head. What the hell was that?
And then he saw the little yellow fruit roll to a stop on the grass.

When life gives you lemons…

8th of March

writing:
He let his fingers dance over the strings.
He strummed with just a flick of his wrist.
His arm held the slick surface in the crook of his elbow.
Yet all the listeners could do was drop a pound or two every hour.
Wilbur's red beanie lay in front of him, a scattering of coins in it. The guitar, battered and old, was producing fine music. If he did say so himself.
The trees cast a shadow over his instrument. The birds made it impossible for people to hear his soft notes. The paved streets of Brighton seemed to unwelcome Wilbur; constantly making him itch his * from all the bumpy patches.
Occasionally a passer-by would compliment his chords and strumming. Wilbur seemed to know, deep down, that it was just pity he was getting.
His fingers were getting cold, and plus, the sun was going down. Wilbur started to pack up.
“What do you mean? You gave the job to someone else?” A woman's voice drifted his way. She was yelling into her phone. Anger radiated off her skin.
Her steps were furious. She could have crushed anything beneath her feet.
“I can still get the money! I just need a bit more time!”
Wilbur saw her face as she pulled the phone away. Stressed and anxious. The other side must have hung up.
He carefully placed the guitar in its case and pulled his beanie back on. He bundled up his music sheets into a messy pile; telling himself once more that he would organise them later. He never did.
And she, she held her face in her hands and continued walking, blindly.
Her footsteps were clueless.
She tripped on his guitar case.
And fell to the ground with a yelp.
“I'm so sorry!” Wilbur said. He offered her a hand, but she pulled herself up on her own.
“I'm sorry too, I wasn't looking where I was going…” She stopped, realising that Wilbur was staring at her with wide eyes.
Wilbur knew this woman, he knew the reddish-brown hair like Jarrah wood, the hazel eyes, the smooth face.
“Imogen?”
And she gasped.
The same gasp that she made when she was a kid, an excited gasp when the lights went out; and her teasing Wilbur when he got scared. How she laughed when he gripped onto her hand at the dentist. How she gasped when he told Imogen that he liked her, something he'd been scared of doing for months. A sad gasp.
Wilbur was so scared back then. Dentists, the dark, pretty girls, everything.
His parents would always say that he needs to toughen up. They didn't understand.
But now…
Now he's not scared. Right?
Wilbur blinked. Like he just snapped back.
“Do I know you?” She said.

weeklies:

poetry cabin things:

free form poem::

feather my fingers over the guitar strings
notes pinprick the silence
disrupting it like a ripple in a pond
i imagine how it would be on the day
in front of countless people
all waiting to hear me play
would it feel real, then?
i practise one more time
adjust the capo, perfectly in place
let the bass string ring out
i sigh and lean back in my chair
it would be scary
very real, no more pretending
what would the audience think of it?
would they laugh?
cry?
applaud?
and… what would he think?
he'd hear me sing, for the first time
everyone would hear me sing for the first time
but with him, it felt more special
would it feel like no one else was in the room?
would it feel anxiety-inducing, overthinking his every move and how he'd react?
or what if i was so distracted i didn't play it right?
i need to practise more

word wars:

Last edited by farmerjax (March 8, 2022 07:41:33)

lruskosky

Lux's Tracker

Dailies :
March 1st: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/30978477/comments/#comments-176910450
March 3rd: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/654001645/
March 7th: No proof provided

(definitely not me forgetting to update this)

Last edited by lruskosky (March 26, 2022 16:37:17)

Hello! It's me Lux! If your ever feeling upset or angry, remember these three things!

1 ~ You are loved and appreciated
2 ~ You are good enough
3 ~ You are worth it!

: Lux ~ Artist ~ Writer ~ Straight Ally :

Snuggle1267

Bellevue91 wrote:
Official SWC Rules List (camper guide)

Written by honeybreeze, whiteandblackcat, and myself ^^

If you believe any of these rules shouldn’t apply / should apply differently for a specific case (e.g. adding a daily when this guide says not to), take it to the hosts! We’re happy to deal with edge cases and/or disputes on an individual basis.
Adding words
You can add words whenever you write literarily* using your cabin’s word counting method - this will most likely mean commenting the number of words you wrote in your cabin’s word counting location (this will likely be a studio but could also be a forum, profile or project!) as well as a summary/brief description of what you are adding.
E.g. “+503 words for part of an essay”. Your leaders will add these words to your total.
We keep track of words during SWC as they make up part of a cabin’s total points at the end of the session as well as acting as a motivation factor for campers.

*See a list of things that count below:
What counts
Roleplay - however, roleplay comments that follow the format of “‘<dialogue>’, <name> <‘said’/synonyms>” (and other similar things) do not count if you are roleplaying as yourself. As a guideline, you should be in character somewhat rather than just speaking as yourself (although an exaggerated character that represents you is fine), and around ⅓ or so of the words should be outside of dialogue (description of actions etc) (it’s okay to eyeball this). Basically, make sure to include other stuff than just communicating with quote marks around your comments, and you should be fine!
Fictional writing
Non-fictional writing
Literary journal entries
Writing in another language - if you’re unsure on how many words to add because the language counts writing in a different way (e.g. character counts in Chinese), Google Translate it to English and use that word count. We hope that this will be close to the number of words it would be in spoken language, but if you have a different suggestion, please let us know!
Schoolwork - essays, assignments that include literary/analytical writing (such as worksheets requiring analysis of parts of a novel) but not note taking or non-literary writing such as writing out math problems
Giving critique (but only the words they wrote! If they gave 1000 words of critique but 300 of those were quotes of the original writing, add 700 words)
Stream of consciousness writing
Vents/rambles
Formal emails
Words from comics
As a general rule, if it contains the person’s original ideas, it counts.

What doesn’t count
Notetaking
Texting, commenting, etc.
Copying another person’s writing
Translating
Writing thing out from memory / copying things out (e.g. copying out a textbook, lyric spam)
Code - even if using a text based programming language!

Needing proof
If your leader thinks that the amount you’re writing is unrealistic, they may ask for proof or choose not to add it.
You must outline what you were writing when you add words. Your leaders will not be allowed to add the words otherwise! (a sufficient outline could look like: “365 words were from an english worksheet, 1946 were from working on my novel, 568 from the daily, 2868 from working on an essay the past week”)
If you are uncomfortable sharing proof for writing, that’s okay! Exceptions to giving proof (even for large blocks of writing) can be provided on an individual basis and you will have better luck getting one if you cooperate and are willing to give partial proof and detailed explanations/descriptions on what you’ve written. Other solutions to this can include giving a leader/host proof in a discreet location (on scratch of course - this could be editing an old forum post or putting it in a comment inside an old project).

Reserves
Reserves are any words collected and added in large blocks after they are written. Their purpose is to make it easier to add words in blocks (e.g. saving handwritten writing until the end of camp to count up or adding roleplays in chunks).
If you didn’t have access to Scratch for some time and so couldn’t add words, your words don’t count as reserves - so you aren’t affected by the 10,000 word limit and can add as many words as you wrote! (Provided you are willing to provide proof, of course!)
You can only have 10,000 words “in reserve” at any one time, whether or not you give proof or a description of your writing, because it’s an unfair strategy to bank up large amounts of reserves.
Reserves are still subject to proof rules!

Dailies
Dailies must be submitted before they end in UTC, even if the daily hasn’t changed in the main cabin description yet.
Campers and leaders are expected to give all required proof for weeklies and dailies, and it must be submitted on time to earn points.
Proof must be provided on Scratch, and all writing must be Scratch appropriate if you need to provide proof for it.
Photos of writing count as proof.
If you have a question about a daily, ask in the main cabin! Hosts and/or leaders will make a judgment on this - if you’re a camper, please refrain from answering any questions that are subject to interpretation (clarifying rules and such is fine!), leave it to the leaders and hosts please <3
Extensions for dailies are unavailable as there really isn’t any point in granting them given the low point value and short timeframe of dailies.

Weeklies
Weeklies must be submitted before they end in UTC, even if the weekly hasn’t changed in the main cabin description yet.
Campers and leaders are expected to give all required proof for weeklies and dailies, and it must be submitted on time to earn points.
If you are uncomfortable sharing proof for a weekly, you should contact the hosts or your leader as early as possible. Exceptions to giving proof can be provided on an individual basis and you will have better luck getting one if you let us know early (as opposed to simply refusing to give proof when trying to add your weekly). Other solutions to this can include giving a leader/host proof in a discreet location (on scratch of course - this could be editing an old forum post or putting it in a comment inside an old project).
Proof must be provided on Scratch. We don’t provide exceptions to giving proof for having writing unsafe for scratch.
Photos of writing count as proof, as do screenshots!
If you have queries about a weekly, try to wait until a host or member of the daily team can clarify.
Extensions for weeklies can be granted on an individual basis. You should let the hosts know as early as possible and you can discuss it with us from there.

Writing competition
Writing competition entries must be submitted on Scratch - which means they must be safe for Scratch.
More information about writing competition extensions will be provided at the writing competition’s release but as a guide, you should contact a judge before the writing competition closes asking for an extension, giving a reason and the length of the extension you’d like. The judges will decide from there.
Collaborative entries are allowed. They can only be worked on by two people and if the writers are in different cabins, any points you earn will be split between your cabins.
Despite the fact that you can add words written in comics, you cannot submit a comic as a writing competition entry due to the use of images over words to present important events. You can, however, submit a comic script!

Word wars
Proof of winning a word war isn’t necessary - it’s an honor system.
Proof of words for a word war isn’t required but it’s encouraged. This is up to the two campers warring - usually they agree whether or not to provide proof after. However, you can ask for proof if their opponent’s word count is extremely inconsistent with their WPM, and if they refuse, feel free to contact one of the hosts!
Word wars must be added the day that they’re won. Exceptions can be made if your opponent replies late.
In a war between a person who has already won that day and someone who hasn’t, the person who hasn’t can still earn points if they win.
You can only win one word war a day (the day resets at midnight UTC). You do not have to wait 24 hours between wars provided they occur on different calendar days UTC.
A person can keep warring that day if they lose a war.
A person who’s won a war can continue warring that day for words but they won’t be able to add points again until the next calendar day UTC.

Arguments and drama
If any links to leader discussions are leaked, please ignore the comments. If it can be classified as spam, you can report the comments, but please don’t mass report with multiple accounts as that can lead to alerts from the ST.
If you get into a fight with anyone, it’s best to stop responding so it doesn’t escalate. You can ask your leader or a host for help. Of course, report any offensive material you see as part of such an argument (e.g. projects calling people to report a specific user or people speaking badly about others).
Please take care to not take cabin rivalries too far! Using this tone indicators guide can be helpful in ensuring that no one’s feelings get hurt. If you do feel that someone has gone beyond friendly jokes, you can remind them that it’s just for fun, report the comments, or ask a leader/host for help, depending on what you feel fits the situation!

Hello, where do we post our writing?

☔ snug ¦ she / her ¦ aries march 25 ¦ entj-t ¦ 3w2 ¦ indonesian ¦ #mythftw !! ¦ stan ive ɞ
⤿ if you want to know more about me, check my carrd ⚝

DancingPenguin5678

↪ Loralei's March 2022 Writing

↪ Dailies

↪ Weeklies

↪ Writing Comp Entry

↪ Random Writing

Last edited by DancingPenguin5678 (March 2, 2022 21:40:37)

-Moonii_Cow-

You can post your writings right here in the forums. Just make a post, then, when you're ready to write, edit the post and add your story/whatever writing you're doing. You can also add links to other writings if you need to. You can check out my post with a writing already on it for an example. My post is on page 6. And you'll see my post because my profile will be right next to it. Hope this helps.

Last edited by -Moonii_Cow- (March 1, 2022 15:59:05)

Snuggle1267

SWC Writing Log March 2022

Dailies:

https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/652454227 (Finished March 1, 2022)
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/652725526 (Finished March 2, 2022)
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/653089709 (Finished March 3, 2022)
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/654040444 (Finished March 4, 2022 and an aesthetic so other links in credits & notes)

Weeklies:

(insert link)

Writing Comp:

(insert link)

Other:

(insert link)

Last edited by Snuggle1267 (March 4, 2022 09:21:25)

☔ snug ¦ she / her ¦ aries march 25 ¦ entj-t ¦ 3w2 ¦ indonesian ¦ #mythftw !! ¦ stan ive ɞ
⤿ if you want to know more about me, check my carrd ⚝

nwrsery

Hello! My name is zena, you can call me z or zena. I have been joining SWC in my previous or first ever account and I decided to take a break and Im ready to return! I love drawing, i usually spend 2 hours of my day drawing sketching designs which kinda ends up in the trashcan XD. I also love minecraft! I play minecraft (pe java pocket) and i love bedwars in minecraft and also destroying my friends smp bases….. My favorite food is udon and japanese food such as sushi, yakiniku, and more! Ive loved udon and it has been my favorite food since I was 3 years old. Everytime I went to a japenese store, i would like ask my parents to get me udon xP sometimes I even refill a big bowl :00 overall i like any types of noodle like pasta, etc. My favorite drink is water cause = ✨️healthy✨️ haha. I like iced tea and hot chocolate

i would drink the hot choco when I travel to the snowy place because sometimes its really really cold :0 I dont like chicken (hh idk i just dont like it somehow) and i dont like seafood. I also dont like milkshakes milk juice stuff like thst baha tbh. I sometimes get kinds angry if u uh like betray me as a friend since im gotten multiple friends that used me for followers if you know what it means! ^^ i play the piano and im currently playing the very hard version of Fur Elise. I live in Asia and my timezone is UTC+7 !! I am active 16 hours ish on scratch but have some breaks too and I sleep at 1am SORRY MOM AND DAD IF UR READING THIS. I got covid 2 weeks ago for 3 weeks and i was like on for 20 hours a day XD. I also am very lazy and super lazy so yeaa. I have 4 dogs, 2 poodles 1 corgi 1 chihuahua however im allergic to dogs

i have around 50 fishes and 4 turtles (one died a few days ago from tumor

(( anyways thats about me! Hope we have a fun time in SWC!!

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