3/2 Daily | 359 words
“Buddy!”
I thrashed around as Buddy came running.
“There you are. Want to go for a walk?”
Buddy bounced around, chased his tail, ran in place as Milo attached the leash. But it's no big deal, I’ll never get sick from this. I think.
Milo yelled back into the house. “We’ll be back soon, Mom!” A shout answered from inside. I didn’t hear what she said, and Milo probably didn’t either, but that wasn’t our problem. We ran out the door and the smells of pine, grass, and asphalt hit us. Tufts of grass flew up at our feet as we ran through the lawn, then turning into dust as we ran down the sidewalk towards the woods. It was exhilarating, feeling fresh air for the first time today.
The sights and smells overwhelmed me as we made our way into the forest. A creek bubbled by and we splashed through it. Eventually we stopped in a clearing, Milo trying to catch his breath, and Buddy looking as if he hadn’t even started running yet. Eventually his breath slowed down, and he flopped onto the grass. Buddy trotted over and licked Milo in the face as he laughed.
“Buddy! Stop that!”
Buddy would never stop. Dogs have a mind of their own.
Eventually Milo managed to get up. “Where should we go?”
They looked around. Just trees, and more trees. Eventually Milo yelled out, startling both of us.
“Ooh! A stick!” Milo ran over to grab it and waved it around. “I’m a master swordsman! You should all FEAR me!” Buddy and I ran around in circles, trying to grab the stick. With one big leap and a thump, he managed to bite it out of Milo’s hand.
“Hey!” Buddy ran off with it, teasing Milo. He chased after him, and they sprinted through the woods.
“Buddy!” Milo laughed. They ran, and ran, and I thrashed around even more, coming back up every time I fell onto Buddy’s fur.
“Wait! Buddy!” Milo yelled, out of breath. Buddy slowed to a trot.
“Buddy!” Buddy sensed the concern in his voice, and turned around. Trees in every direction.
“Where are we?”


If you are really worried, they're ok in the end. I just left it at a cliffhanger because I'm evil like that and also I have homework :")

In Cabin Activity #1
148 words

Piper was a young teenage fairy who didn’t fit in with the societal norm of her species. She wasn’t a bright girly person all the time like the rest of her friends. She liked to be more rebellious. And she was kind of what her council called a “tomboy” which she didn’t quite like. She didn’t like wearing dresses all the time, and preferred to wear pants or overalls whenever she could. This didn’t sit well with a lot of her friends and family, though she didn’t quite know why. She didn’t see anything wrong with it. But either way, when she turned fifteen, she became sick and tired of being judged constantly for her choices. And so, soon after her fifteenth birthday, Piper left her small village and went to find people who wouldn't judge her, and she hoped to have a fun adventure along the way.

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3.2.2022 (I think) - daily 2

Daily for Contemporary:

I watched as Sarah scribbled me across the paper.
“Stop writing so furiously! You're gonna break my lead.” I wanted to yell, but I knew I couldn't talk.
Sarah, a 12-year old girl with brown hair was my new owner. Pencils had short lives, I knew. Some could live a long time if their owner continued to use them, but most were either left on the ground and hidden away from view, lost until someone could find it. I would stare at the new, shiny pencils in the glass jar in front of Ms. Harmonium's desk, envying their appearance but also feeling sorry for the new pencils. Although they were new, it wouldn't be long before they looked old again.
Sarah spun me around again. I was getting quite dizzy. She loved my sharp edges, so whenever one side of my point was getting dull, she would turn me around.
“Oh my gosh,” Sarah whispered, again and again, “I only have 5 minutes left of class, and I have to finish this essay. Ugh, I wish we could type instead!”
I wanted to calm her down but the only way was to try to make the pencil seem not as heavy as it was. I squeezed myself together so that I was lighter. But there seemed to be no difference.
The other kids were already packing up. “Sarah,” Ms. Harmonium had come over to Sarah's desk, “It's time to go now, you can finish your essay tomorrow.”
“I can't!” Sarah retorted, “I'm going to Hawaii tomorrow, and I don't want to work on this stupid essay during the trip!”
She continued to write furiously, and I could feel myself breaking apart already. Getting shorter, and shorter, and shorter…
My mind was screaming at me. Stop, now, Sarah, and I won't break. You're gonna have to sharpen me again, wasting your own time and making me go through pain.
Sarah had turned me towards Ms. Harmonium now. I looked at her, with sad eyes, wanting to say to her, Help me out here.
But Ms. Harmonium just turned her back towards me, failing to convince Sarah, and walked to the back of the room to sort a stack of papers.
Sarah had one more sentence to write. “Come on,” she muttered, “Pencil. Just a few more words!”
She wrote another letter, and another, until it became words, and then she was writing third to last word, the second to last word…
And she broke my lead.

(417 words)

This is daily 1

Daily for march 2nd: ( written in the perspective of my lonely laptop) I'm from Non-fiction. 500+ points!

THE LONELY LAPTOP ( story by @shoseki)

Heyo! I’m a MacBook Air version 11 and I’m 2 years old! I’m owned by a stupid owner who uses me all the time for school and digital art, but I’m super lonely. No, one ever talkes to me or for the fact, takes care of me. My owner always forgets to charge me, she forgets to clean me, I’m always covered in dust! She opens stupid websites which are not safe and contains dangerous viruses which I’m supposed to block. Does she even know how hard that is! Then she’ll run strong websites that are way tooo much for me, and I’ll start feeling sick ( that’s what the stupid humans mean by saying “oh no my laptop’s frozen!”) Then she’ll start pressing loads of keys at the same time which will make me feel worse. Then I’ll feel super sleepy so I’ll shut down my brain! But then my owner, Mei, will take me to a stupid shop run by stupid humans where they’ll try to fix me by taking some weird Long rod called a screwdriver ( as the stupid humans say) and then they’ll start to open my body! I may be a machine but I do have privacy! Then they’ll change some of my beautiful parts with more beautiful parts! ( to tell the truth). Then they’ll put me in a bag and call for my stupid owner. Gosh! I wish I was never bought! How I’d love to be in my actual home ( the showroom) there would be so many other laptops, old and new. I would never be lonely ever again! Anyways, my owner would show up, wearing a stupid dress, give some money to the shopkeeper and then take me home. Then she’d continue with her online classes and once again open stupid websites, and hang me up once again! Sometimes I would be better without going to the fixing shop whereas sometimes I’d have to visit the shop. And on my life went. Me being lonely forever! Oh how I wish I was back to the place from where I was sold from!
thank you!

daily for march 2nd:
The Thoughts of a Lonely Caoutchouc: I was left on the desk all night, as usual. The human that “owns” me alway leaves me there and often forgets about me, like all the other humans forget about my fellow Caoutchouc or, as the humans call us, erasers. What an odd name, but I suppose it does fit us. We are used to erase their mistakes. Well, we are slowly rubbed down to our deaths because of their mistakes, left to see the residue of what was formerly part of our body afterwards. It’s not fair to us, the Caoutchouc, the erasers. It’s not fair that we have to pay for the mistakes that humans make. But it is our life, the never-ending cycle of our lives. The humans make a mistake and then they pick us up and sand us down harshly against our paper, never hearing our screams as they do so. And plus we are very lucky if we ever get to see our fellow Caoutchouc after we leave our birthplace, the factories, as the humans call them. We are usually separated soon after, being tossed into different variations of packaging and then being flown or driven to different places across the globe. And even if we do somehow end up in the same place, then we are still most likely separated, because most humans choose to only use one of us Caoutchouc at a time, which limits our ability to speak with each other. Humans are sick creatures, at least to me. They separate families and friends, and murder more of our people everyday. And they torture us to death too. It is said that they frown upon murder, torture and kidnapping, and yet they do all of those things to us, the Caoutchouc, the erasers? That is just blasphemy! And all because they believe we are not alive? That is just cruel! And since they create us just to use us until we are destroyed, what is the use in creating us in the first place? We will be gone soon anyways. But alas, that is the life of the Caoutchouc, the erasers, and, unfortunately, we cannot change that.

357 words.

3/2 daily - 316 words

From the prospective of a mango.

A gentle breeze shakes the leaves around my branch, revealing several other red-orange fruits like myself. A soft hand reached up, curling around me and tugging me off of the tree. It places me in a basket of twisted wood, on the very top of the pile. The rushing of water filled the air, and soon the grime was washing away. It felt nice, a tickling sensation against my body that cleaned me off, making me shine as the light cascaded from the windows in just the right angle. This person obviously has no respect for the beauty that is myself. But then the torturous moments begun, a time that would bring suffering and pain for a long while yet. the fruit peeler scraping away at my sensitive skin. I winced each time it raked a bit more away, revealing golden flesh underneath. Without my skin, everything hurt, stinging pain like a bee's wound. I scowled- or tried my best to scowl seeing as I was a mango, with no mouth or nose. Then came the blade, about to come crashing down on top of me. I screamed inside, willing my body to roll away from impending doom. “Stop! I am the almighty golden mango! You may not eat me or face eternal suffering!” Or at least, that's how it always was back in the orchard. I was the best mango, and the best mango is never eaten. It is worshipped for as long as it can be kept and then planting the seed to produce the best of the best mangoes. This broke the ancient tradition that has been upheld for 5 years. No, I wouldn't take this. Surveying my surroundings, I tilted my body so that when the dreaded blade came down, it knocked me into the trash. It may stink down here, but it sure is better than being consumed by unruly humans.

3/2 daily, 431 words

I bounced around on Janie’s chest, enjoying the bounce of each step she took. To me, it felt like flying, and each flight sent a thrilling tingle of energy through my body. Today, she was wearing a peach pink dress with frills on the end, a pair of dark blue heels, and as always, me.
I was a beautiful necklace made of a transparent piece of string and delicate rainbow glass beads. In the morning, Janie would clip me around her soft, pale neck and lovingly caress my beads. Every night, she would gently unclip me and set me onto her nightstand. I had a great view of her room from the mini-sized table.
When I was a wee baby, had no beads yet, and only just met Janie, I had been curious about my new owner. Once I entered her room, I was extremely impressed by what I saw. Clean, beige wallpaper, a modest white closet, a grey desk with study utensils organized especially well, and most importantly, a large California-King-sized bed. This drew my attention the most since Janie always unclipped me before I could go to bed. The nightstand was only a foot or two apart from the bed, so I decided to jump on once.
However, I knew that Janie thought I was an inanimate, unfeeling object, so I made sure to do it quickly. One step at a time, I gradually moved my way from the stand to the floor and to the bed. I stepped onto the mattress for the first time and felt my body sink into it as if it was made of water, being soaked up by a squishy sponge. To avoid suspicion, I inched my way back to the nightstand, thanking the string gods for my luck in not being discovered. Of course, I jinxed it and Janie eventually found out about my true identity.
Thus, she brought me to school every day so that I could explain to her how to do math problems. This was fair trade, of course, since I had time to enjoy the smell of her sushi during lunch, the amusement park ride during passing periods, and the light scent of her lavender-shampoo-washing blond hair during classes, where she would lean forward at her desk.
In summary, my daily life with Janie is satisfying and I would not want it to change at all. Though I know that one day she will leave me, and a new owner will pick me up, I still try my best to enjoy each and every single moment I have with Janie.

Just some Random Writing on one of my fav characters of mine (1283 words! *le gasp*) :

I'm Ellie Knitzer. The very strange kid, as most called me in my school.
Fake, invisible, nothing. It's what I'm half called. I'm half ghost. So many people say it's physically impossible. That is if they even believe in ghosts. I lied like this for almost half of my life. It was only 8 on that day. The day that changed my life. The day I'll never forget, nor tell.
I haven't even seem my mom since the incident. My dad, well, he's seen by no one now, if you get what I mean. The only person in my family that actually know I exist is my big brother Max.
Max is a charming and unique 17 year old with the fantastic power of communicating with animals. I wish I were blessed with such abilities. All I've got is switching uncontrollably from ghost to human. Anyways, Max is a sweet boy, but can be very secretive. He's kept me a secret from my own mother for 7 whole years. The reason, well, she kind of lost her mind after the incident. And I wouldn't blame her. She lost half of the people important to her that day.
Anyways, let me get you all clear on how my power works. So, I'm still human. At times. Other times, I go through a weird phase/transformation, which makes me into what most people consider a ghost form. I am basically nothing but an illusion like this. Nothing can touch me, I can't touch anything, but I can be seen. Unless I use my invisibility.

So, let's truly get back to the story. It was a warm Spring night. The beginning of Spring. The leaves were just beginning to sprout. Soon enough, the tree I call home will no longer be bare. Yes, I've lived in a tree for many years. I laid on the bottom, which was a cosy spot where all of large branches sprouted out, leaving a small cage. I looked at the shiny stars. They all twinkled, and made shapes, like a connect-the-dots. I always loved looking at the stars. They helped me fall asleep. Silence fell across the forest I lived in as I drifted off to sleep…

The next morning came. I woke up, ready for another day of never-ending boredom and being uncomfortable. I'm more of an introverted person, so being crowded around hundreds of people just made me feel queasy. However, I never expected to gain a responsibility, and a friendship.
I went to school, as normal as normal meant to me. Just walking through the woods, staying cautious of what lurked around. And no, it's not just your old bears and wolves. But instead, these little creatures that everyone called monsters. They were monsters. That's all I can really say about them. They sure are troublesome and will do anything for their undefeated leader. But no need to think about that. I arrived at the school, protected in the most interesting force field know to human. I entered through a little entrance that opened as I walked up. It closed behind me and saw the usual. Some people just catting, some troublemakers battling with their powers, and just other people being other people. Oh, did I not mention how this school was for kids with powers? Oh, well it is. That's why it's called Power School.
I entered the actual school, trying to avoid everyone else. Near the principal's office seemed pretty empty. So, I took a seat on one of the abandoned chairs while I waited for classes to begin. But, I wasn't aware that my brother was in the principal's office.

Max exited the principal's office, followed by a young girl with shiny grey-silver hair and bright green eyes. She also had the most beautiful red bow in her hair. They didn't take note of me, but I watched them walk by. When the had turned around the corner, I was startled by the principal's voice.
“Ah, Ellie Knitzer! You shall be my guide for her!” the principal said with a little smile, walking towards me. Wait, a what!? No no no, there's was no way I was going to be able to help someone around the school. I could barely talk to anyone! But, it was too late. Once the principal had his mind set on something, nothing could change it. He called out something to Max and the girl. They came running over. He gave the girl clear instructions of what was going on. She nodded her head and walked over to me.
“Hi there! I'm Lily! Nice to meet you!” the girl said giggling. I responded with a half-hearted hello back. Max whispered to Lily about how shy I was. I mean, he wasn't wrong. I took Lily over to a classroom, mathematics. How much I was bored of the thought already.
“So, here's the first class of the day….” I said with a sigh. We both entered the classroom and sat beside each other. It looked like Lily was having a good time. I sat, bored. Almost napping. But, then eventually the bell rang and I got out of my seat.
“Ooh, where do we go next? Where do we go next?” Lily asked, eager to get going. I didn't speak, I just motioned her to follow me into the hall. The hall was quite noisy, I truly hated it and nothing could stop me from thinking that. We took a few turns until we reached a door. I entered the door, and Lily followed. It was the gymnasium. The largest room in the school. We used this place to do something called Power Training, basically where we used our powers to battle and train. I explained it to Lily. She seemed pretty psyched about the idea. I rarely joined in on the fun.
“Well, you have fun, go pick a partner, not me, I've already got plans for what I'm doing.” I said to Lily, walking away and becoming invisible. No one could know I was here. Lily gave me a strange look but did what she needed to do.

It was recess time now. I forced myself outside and sat on a bench. Lily came and became a cat, as that was her power. That sounded cooler than what I had. I sighed as she climbed up at the top of the tree and start asking questions.
“So, what's your power? What's you're brother like? Why didn't you join Power training?” she asked. I shyly answered them all. The thing that somehow was the most interesting to her was my power. “Woah! So cool!” she said. I became a ghost right as she said that. And I fell right through the bench.
“Ugh…” I grunted when I hit the ground. For some reason I couldn't go through the ground. “And it's not cool.”
“Yes it is!” Lily tried to argue.
“Yeah, I totally believe you!” I said sarcastically. I began to cry. She came down to comfort me and ask what's wrong. I decided to tell her the full truth. She was shocked by it, but she was very sympathetic about it.

It was finally the end of the day, the bell had rung. We were one of the last few students outside. I finally decided to ask the question.
“So, could you come over to my place tonight?” I asked nervously. She stopped and looked at me shocked. We stood in silence, while I was stressing over what her answer will be.
“YES!!!” she exclaimed. She gave me a huge hug. “Anything for my new bestie!!!” Hmm…. bestie. Wow, that was new. This was something I'd treasure forever!

March 2, 2022
MC Daily
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I’m the star of the show.

People argue over me. People look at me with such high esteem that I can feel the desperation radiating from their eyes. It makes me shine.

Without their hunger, I am nothing. Sure, I can shimmer and glimmer and reflect cool colors, but it’s just the same with any other gem. Except I’m not the same as any other gem. I was chosen. Chosen to be special.

I have no idea why I was chosen. From the moment I was pulled free from the ground, released from the rough darkness of my home, I could see something was different.

Perhaps it was the way they handled me. Or the excitement on that person’s face when I saw the sun. But, compared to the other pounds and pounds of dull rock, I was an angel. A glowing angel with wings so light they looked like they would burst if you touched them. It was very satisfying. Being special and knowing it. Even among other gems. It was really obvious people liked me better than all the Pearls and Opals I knew. I’m pretty sure the other gems were jealous of me. But I didn’t choose to be special.

Still. In a way, I kind of wanted the other gems to be jealous of me. It made me feel even more better about myself.

It was definitely the way I was treated that made me burst with color and radiance. I felt so cool, laid front and center on a little stand. Boasting my shine for all to see. Fingers pointed at me behind the thick glass.

I love this life. I felt so proud of myself and I wasn’t even sure why. I’m so powerful. I can bend the human mind and twist their thoughts in ways others can’t. In my head, I cackle at the prosper of manipulating others. Whether it be for good or bad. I revel in the idea that others need me. Want me. Rely on me.

Me. Such a small, yet meaningful gem. They say my name means “steadfast love.” They’re not wrong. People love me the moment they set eyes on me, and that love doesn’t stop. My name is beautiful. I am beautiful. I am a diamond, resilient and wondrous.
(382 words)
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Okay! So that marks the end of my first ever daily! I'm so excited for this session. Especially since it's my first time co-leading! I'm really excited for what will come ahead, and let's hope Dystopian can win!

march 2nd daily
(wowwowwow i wrote so much more than was needed-)

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The cold, dark warehouse was the first thing I remember. The workers had finally left, and I was the last one they had worked on before putting me into a box along with all of the other picture frames, stacked neatly, almost ready to fall. Too quickly, it was the next day, and still in my pristine form, shrink wrap and all, I got packaged in an individual box and shipped in a cold truck, zipping though the frosty, wind-ridden air, and to the stores. On the store, I got put in the back, with all of the other new arrivals. I was SO excited– after all, I was going to my most-likely-forever home!
After awhile, it was boring. All of the other picture frames had been taken because of a sale, and I was the odd one out on that silly get-2-get-1-free deal. Suddenly though, a hand gently lifted me up and into a bag. I hear voices arguing over the cost-
“That'll be $3.99, miss,” the cashier says.
“No, it is not worth $3.99,” the woman argues, "it is worth more.“
Did I hear that correctly? Did the woman want to pay more for me? What customer wants to pay more for such a cheap item like me? A picture frame, at that.
”Miss, I cannot just raise the price for a single item. If you would like to pay more, please tip us.“ The cashier gestures to the tip jar, and the woman relents, fumbling with a pocket in the bag for loose change and a few dollars.
”Take $10 as a tip, then,“ the generous woman says.
”Oh- no, ma'am, we can't-,“ the salesperson tries to stop the woman, but out the door we are. Freedom, at last, from that musty store! Sun shines through the woven bag, into the cracks of my box, and I could see the woman's car coming closer in my view. She opens the passenger door and plops the bag down, with me in it, though still swaddled in clear shrink wrap and a box to protect me. Clearly, the woman did not read the fragile sign on the box.
When we got home, I could hear the hushed voice of an eager child.
”What is it, Mama?“ a curious voice asks.
”Now, dear, I know I always tell you to be curious, but this is not the time!“ the lady laughs, ”you'll see what it is after dinner. Now, go wash up!"
After the clinking of plates and silverware came a laughing tromp up the stairs. Carefully, the mother lifts me out of the box, and cuts me free from the stuffy shrink wrap. Into the world, and into my forever home.

Main cabin daily 02/03/22:

Complaining shall not do me much use. It’s not like I’m ever paid much attention to, and if I am, I’m either working or my click generator is being used. The homosapien picks me up again, and seems like they shall put my click generator in their horrid, smelly, disgusting mouth! I cannot let this live on any longer! The homosapien receives a call, thankfully, but unfortunately, I am dropped back onto the hard surface of the desk quite roughly. I suspect it may leave a dent if this keeps occurring. The homosapien leaves, thankfully, and I am now free to do my own business in the safety of the homosapien’s office. Granted as I am a pen, I cannot move around quite well yet, so I do need some help to gather a meeting sub rosa, and that meeting needs to occur quickly. I manage to use my click generator to figure out how to work this legendary yet somewhat confusing and mystical invention that they call the telephone. Once I have this figured out, I contact others, such as my followers and the sorcerer pens. Now all that is left to do right now is wait. I wait patiently, lying on the desk until the sorcerer pen teleports into the homosapien’s wonderous yet torturous office. The sorcerer pen asks me what I believe an issue so serious exists that I had to call him from his very busy job of creating another click generator for himself. I tell him about my dilemma concerning pencils and whether pens like us will be erased from existence entirely as long as they exist. He seems to agree that this is a very serious dilemma and must be fixed at once before things get worse. He then creates a beautiful invention, a marvellous thing. It shall threaten the existence of pencils and have us rise to power. He calls it… the erasable pen.

Ava's Daily #2
332 Words

“Write 300 words from the perspective of an inanimate object”

I don't know if clouds count as objects, but here you go xDDD
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I like to see the world in colours. The serene blue of a river far beneath, skipping and dancing over the shimmering grey of the rocks. Not the dull, dreary grey of a cold winter fog. This was a grey that sparkles. Winking in and out of the dappled light.
The flames of autumn leaves burning along the branches of trees that line the rolling hills. The green, green grass, rippling and waving along the bank. The blue, blue flowers, whispering in the wind. The wind that binds me, leads me onwards, forever onwards, drifting down the path I must follow.
That's all I ever do. Drift, endlessly. Float across the sky, the sky as blue as the river beneath me. I can never touch the green, green grass, or the blue, blue flowers. Only cast my shadow upon the landscapes beneath me.
I have cast my shadow upon many, many landscapes. Some as beautiful as this one below me now. Some, however, are wasted deserts of rubble and death.
I have seen many things. I have seen places I never wish to go to again. Places where the green, green grass is scorched and blackened. Places where the blue, blue flowers are wilted and grey. Where bony white fingers of dead branches reach desperately up to me. I cannot help them. I cannot do anything.
Why can I only drift? How am I different from the birds that swoop in and out of my wings? Why can I not do anything but watch?
Now, the red creeping across the sky has splattered me with stains of colour. Soon the red will bleed into purple, which will slowly seep into dark, dark black. The colours disappear when all is black. So at night, I listen to the sounds.
I can hear them now. The nocturnal birds coming out. Somewhere, an owl is calling to another owl.
How I wish I could answer.
But all I can do is call to the wind.

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March 3rd-9th, 2022 - Weekly
Fairy Tales
2656 words total

Part one - 313 words:

Empty street - Ballad - 59 words:

In the darkest night,
An empty street yawned.
The once busy road,
All but one car gone.

Confused the lone car is,
Alone on the street.
With the road’s lights dark,
The moon’s gleam made the car sleek.

A small rumble shook the ground,
And the car shrieked in fright.
An earthquake had come;
This is a haunted night.

Evergreens - Haiku - 25 words:

Reaching towards the sky,
Evergreens live through winter,
Like life through hard times.

During the springtime.
New needles grow- bight and green,
Waiting for winter.

Flower - Etheree - 41 words:

On the first day, a seed the flower is.
The next day, hidden under the soil,
A sprout appears; a sign of growth.
A seedling, reaching towards
The bright sun, wanting warmth.
Photosynthesis.
Day by day, growth.
Into a
Vibrant
Flower.

Poor Flower - Narrative Poem - 88 words:

A small bird swoops down,
Landing on the sidewalk,
A tiny dandelion it sees,
Crushed.

Within moments,
Sorrow fills the bird’s heart.
So pure, so innocent,
Yet destroyed before it had a chance to fulfill.

The young bird glanced around,
Looking for a sign,
Any sign,
For who would’ve dared to harm a flower?

Humans.
The answer was as clear as the spring
The bird encountered
On the way here.

Oh, humans.
The destroyers of the world.
Cruel beings.
The bird sighed.

There was nothing it could do.

Luck - Pantoum - 100 words:

Luck is like snow,
Sometimes here and there,
It comes and it goes.
We often find it rare.

Sometimes here and there,
Like a thunderstorm in winter,
We often find it rare.
Visible as a speck of glitter.

Like a thunderstorm in winter,
A sprout in cold air,
Visible as a speck of glitter,
Water when the house is on fire.

A sprout in cold air,
Birds that come and go,
Water when the house is on fire,
Desperate, desperate hope.

Birds that come and go,
It comes and it goes,
We often find it rare,
Luck is like snow.

Part two - 507 words:

Thesis: It is better to read printed books than e-books.

In the United States, an estimated number of 942 million books are sold each year. Within that number, there are two categories: printed books and e-books. Although printed books outsell e-books by four to one, both formats have their pros and cons. Printed books give readers more physical comfort, while e-books are more convenient and less expensive. Nevertheless, which is a better way to read, a paper copy of a book or an electronic one? In my opinion, printed books are superior than e-books because they give physical comfort to readers while also letting readers consume more information and learning.

Imagine this: you walk into a library, and there are rows and rows of bookshelves holding books of all different thickness and ages. You find it soothing, why? Out of many, many studies, printed books have proven to be more comforting than e-books. Reading a physical book, you can feel the pages, hold the book, and remember it better. Back to the library scenario: you decide to do some research on a topic your teacher has assigned to you. You find a textbook and read the chapter where it seems to be most related, and take notes. Later, as you are leaving the library, the librarian asks you if you enjoyed that book about your topic. Blank goes your mind, and the librarian kindly reminds you that it's the book, fat, red book they’re talking about. You nod, remembering; why was it so easy to remember? Printed books hold more visuals, including cover colors and illustrations, which electronic books may lack. A majority of college students say that printed books are easier for them to consume information. Finally, printed books are much more environmentally-friendly than electronic ones. E-books take a load of barbon to begin with, and due to maintenance problems, it might take even more carbon. Printed books, on the other hand, can decompose, and therefore if the book is in horrible conditions, it may rot and be made into other books.

In the end, while there are many positives about e-books, like being convenient and less expensive, printed books will come out on top at the end of the day. Printed books are comfortable, according to many studies and research papers. Giving readers the option to feel the book and turn the pages gives a sense of stability and therefore comfort. In addition, when taking information or narratives from a physical book there is a much higher chance of you keeping and remembering that information or narrative. Having higher qualities of illustrations and other symbolic factors are a major factor of why. Lastly, printed books are much better for the environment. Although electronic books are much more convenient, as it is the whole world of published books at your fingertips, printed books can decompose as if they were paper and produce less carbon. Printed books are something that will never die, and the history has proven that. Printed books have been around since 868 A. D. All in all, printed books have come up superior.

Sources:
https://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/industry-news/bookselling/article/85453-a-year-for-the-record-books.html#:~:text=Unit%20sales%20hit%20an%20all%2Dtime%20high%20at%20BookScan%20in%202020&text=Combined%20print%20book%20and%20e,service%20was%20created%20in%202004.
https://www.investopedia.com/financial-edge/0812/e-books-vs.-print-books.aspx
https://www.tonerbuzz.com/blog/paper-books-vs-ebooks-statistics/

Part three - 793 words:

“Bubble! Find cover immediately! That is a thing of death!”

Bubble swam towards the voice, his fins flipping like waves during a storm. He found the owner of the voice- his mother. Once he was within snatching distance, Wave grabbed his fin and pulled him under the coral ledge she was hiding under. Bubbles gently shook her off and asked, “What is that thing? It looks…” he struggled to find the word, “shiny, like a manta ray. Or the rays of the sun.” His small, dark eyes were wide with interest.

Wave pulled him back under her fin, “It’s a silver shark.” She patted him lightly on the fin, then hissed, her gills pulsing, showing that she was near inflation. “Be careful. Those who are taken by the black frogs are never, ever-” She took a deep breath, ” Never seen again.”

Bubble blinked, his interest slowing melting away. He stared at the sliver shark, as if he had eyes like the sun, seeing through everything. “A-are my siblings safe? Are they- are they taken?”

He could feel his mother relaxing. She shook her head, “No, they never came out. They’re all at home.” She glanced in the direction of the coral hollow they lived in. “They’re safe. But we’re not.”

“Then do we have to go back? I don’t want them to fret over us.” He glared at the sliver shark, waiting for his mother to agree and lead him back.

Wave nodded, then turned around. “Keep to the shadows.” Bubble did, but he could feel the darkness gripping him; like moray eels and sea snakes. His breathing grew quicker, and he focused on the view of Wave’s tail, flipping urgently.

For too long- but Bubble knew it was only a couple of minutes- they were swimming. He sighed in relief when he saw the chuck of coral where he and his family lived. After Wave, he darted inside; He was immediately greeted by his father, who hovered high above him. “Welcome back,” Spike said in a booming voice.

Bubble felt as if the hollow shook, but he knew it was just his imagination. “Hello,” he said politely, before watching Spike turn to Wave, whispering fiercely to her. Bubble turned in a circle, scanning the hollow for his siblings. He spotted them over at the window and swam towards them.

“Move over! I’m the oldest so you all can just slither away!” Spike Junior was yelling as Bubble approached them. He sighed; Junior always used the “I’m older” excuse to get things his way.

He gently pushed his older brother away. “Scoot over, not only is there enough room for all five of us we want to see too.” Bubble, as second in birth order, was not much smaller than Junior. He could challenge him.

Junior must have known the same thing; he scooted over. “Whatever.” Even though he had moved, his voice was shell-sharp.

Bubble ignored him and turned to his other siblings, who were watching the small argument he and Junior had. Current, who was third in birth order, was staring at him with large, pale eyes. Bubble always thought they were like pearls, glittering in the shadows. When she realized Bubble had been staring at her she unfroze in a start, flipping her fins wildly. “It is pleasant to be informed you are home, unharmed and unscathed.” She dipped her head slightly as she spoke.

Bubble managed by a spike not to roll his eyes. Current had started talking later than any of his other siblings, but her words were deep, meaningful, and calculated. He didn’t like the long words, but Current was his sister, so he had to put up with it. He shifted his gaze to Fin, who was his little brother. “Hey, how’s it going?” He always thought there was a special connection between him and Fin. Perhaps it was because they were both born after Spike, therefore had to let him push them around. Most of the time, anyway.

“Pretty good,” Fin replied, swimming closer to Bubble. “We’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of the silver shark, after the mailing crab came over.” The mailing crab was the one who delivered messages and news. Bubble nodded. He was about to reply when his voice was cut off by a high complaint.

“You all are too big! You all left no room for me!” It was the youngest of their fry group, his sister Coral. Current darted to the side, leaving a gap where Coral could see through. Current was quick to act. No one wanted a tantrum from Coral. And she never got in trouble by it anyway because of her small and cute appearance, unlike her personality.

Bubble swam towards her, patting her fin. “See? Now you have a spot. Current gave up hers.”

Coral answered, gills pulsing. “Only because I never had any room. I doubt you’d even look at me if I didn’t yell.” He shifted uneasily, watching as she pulled away from him. He noticed Current looking at him, and he flashed a small smile. She returned it. He gaze hovered over his siblings. No matter how odd and different they may seem, they were perfect. He would do anything for them.

Bubble loved them.

BUBBLE is looking at something in the distance near some coral and WAVE is nearby. The object BUBBLE is looking at is a silver shark, or a submarine, and WAVE is terrified of them.

WAVE
( From off screen, strained voice )
Bubble! Find cover immediately!

BUBBLE
( BUBBLE swims towards WAVE quickly, his fins flapping loudly )

WAVE
( WAVE grabs BUBBLE’s fin and pulls BUBBLE under the coral ledge they are hiding under. WAVE is shaking and she is close to inflation )

BUBBLE
( BUBBlE shakes WAVE off, a bit annoyed, and continues to look at the thing, curious )
What is that thing? It looks… shiny, like a manta ray, or the rays of the sun.

WAVE
( WAVE continues to paink and pulls BUBBLE close to her again )
It’s a silver shark. Be careful. Those who are taken are never, ever seen again.

BUBBLE
( BUBBLE blinks and stops being curious, letting WAVE hold him )
A-are my siblings safe? Are they- are they taken?

WAVE
( WAVE stops panicking and shakes her head, sighing in relief )
No, they never came out. They’re all at home. They’re safe, but we’re not.

BUBBLE
Then do we have to do back? We don’t want them to fret over us.
( BUBBLE glares at the silver shark, “thanking” it for making them worry so much )

WAVE
( WAVE nods and leads BUBBLE away )
Keep to the shadows, BUBBLE.

BUBBLE and WAVE swim back home, hiding under the coral ledges. BUBBLE is panicking and is breathing quickly. WAVE is calm and still.

BUBBLE and WAVE arrive home. SPIKE, SPIKE JUNIOR, CURRENT, FIN, and CORAL appear on the set. SPIKE is near the entrance and SPIKE JUNIOR, CURRENT, FIN, and CORAL are near the window, looking outside.

SPIKE
Welcome back.
( SPIKE is hovering over BUBBLE and then starts talking to WAVE softly but fiecely )

BUBBLE
( BUBBLE nods politely to SPIKE and swims away )
Hello.
( BUBBLE looks around and spots SPIKE JUNIOR, CURRENT, FIN, and CORAL near the window. Then BUBBLE swims over )

SPIKE JUNIOR
( SPIKE JUNIOR is growling and shoving CURRENT, FIN, and CORAL )
Move over! I’m the oldest so you all can just slither away!

BUBBLE
( BUBBLE sighs and gently pushes SPIKE JUNIOR away from the window )
Scoot over, there’s room for all five of us, and we want to see, too.

SPIKE JUNIOR
Whatever.
( SPIKE JUNIOR glares at BUBBLE and moves away, though still in view of the window )

BUBBLE looks at CURRENT. CURRENT is staring at BUBBLE. CURRENT’s eyes are big and pale.

CURRENT
( CURRENT notices BUBBLE looking at her and unfreezes, flipping her fins )
It is pleasant to be informed you are home, unharmed and unscathed, brother.
( CUURENT dips her head slightly as she speaks )

BUBBLE
( BUBBLE resists rolling his eyes. His voice is joking and playful while he talks )
Oh, it’s CURRENT, the third-eldest and the ones who was the last to talk. The one who always uses such *formal* and *perfect* language.

CURRENT
( CURRENT rolls her eyes )
Language is indispensable, BUBBLE brother.

BUBBLE
( BUBBLE rolls his eyes back at CURRENT with a fake annoyed face and then turns to FIN, smiling )
Hey, how’s it going?

FIN
( FIN swims over to BUBBLE and gets under BUBBLE’s fin, also smiling )
Pretty good. I mean, not much can harm us in this place. Except, our siblings, you know.

BUBBLE
( BUBBLE hugs FIN and watches the sea from the window to try and catch a glimpse of the silver fish )
That’s good. Is trying to catch a glimpse of the silver shark all you’ve been trying to do?

FINS
( FIN nods and begins reply but is interrupted by CORAL )
Yep, basically-

CORAL
( CORAL swims around SPIKE JUNIOR, BUBBLE, CURRENT, and FIN, trying to get attention with a grumpy face on )
HEY! GIVE ME SOME ROOM! I CAN’T SEE! YOU ALL ARE TOO BIG!

CURRENT
( CURRENT moves to where BUBBLE is and narrow her eyes at CORAL )
So domineering and tumultuous for a little fry.
( CORAL says in a whisper so only BUBBLE can hear it. Then she says louder )
Of course. Have my space, dearest CORAL sister.

BUBBLE
( BUBBLE sighs and glances at CURRENT before swimming towards CORAL. BUBBLE pats CORAl’s FIN )
Now you have a spot. Current gave up hers. Say thank you.

CORAL
( CORAL snorts and glares at BUBBLE )
No, not gonna. I wouldn’t have gotten a spot in the first place if I didn’t yell.

BUBBLE
( BUBBLE moves away so he’s alone in the corner of their home )
No matter how bossy and mean SPIKE JUNIOR is, not matter how formal and complicated CURRENT is, no matter how affectionate and cute FIN is, no matter how arrogant and loud CORAL is, no matter how cautious and calm WAVE is, not matter how intimating and scary SPIKE is, I love them all. Forever.

Part four - 1043 words:

Piece #1 - Memoir - 428 words:

63%.

A 63% on a math test. A “D” for a once straight-As student.

My hands shook and I gripped the test hard. It was getting wrinkled along the edges quick.

“No,” I whispered so only I could hear it. “No, this can’t be.” I pushed my glasses higher up my nose; I had bad eyesight, was it failing me?

I looked up and blinked a few times. No, my eyesight wasn’t failing me. I did get a 63% on a math test. I did get a 63% percent on the subject which I was suppose to excel at.

Almost panicking, I flipped through the test, thinking, “the teacher must’ve graded wrong, right?”, but I did really get a 63% percent. Only a little more than half of the questions I got right, and most of the pages of the test was marked with big red x’s that told me I got a wrong answer.

So many emotions overwhelmed me. Annoyance, fear, anger, frustration, disappointment, all those emotions.

Getting such a low score was so foriegn to me, like a completely new place.

And I had failed, in my books.

I blinked a few times, stopping tears that had come out of nowhere. I wasn’t going to cry over a math test. At least not yet.

I sighed. Nothing to do but to put my head down and wait.

~

My hands shook as I watched the faces of my parents, their gaze centered on the stack of papers in front of them. It was the test, the one with a big, red, 63% marked on top of it.

They shown no hint of emotion, not disappointment, nothing, but that made me feel even more afraid.

“It’s probably because of the time we spent in Hong Kong, and you missed all those lessons and didn’t get instruction,” my mother’s words caused me to look up. Her voice didn’t hold any of that resentment I was expecting, but rather sympathy and kindness.

“Just review a bit before your tests,” my father shrugged. “You tried your hardest, and that’s all we ask for.”

“Uh… okay,” their easiness surprised me.

Or was it just me that was so hard on myself?

I pondered about that repeatedly the next few years, feeling my heart drop whenever I didn’t get full points on a test. Not quite as extreme as that 63 percent, of course, but enough that I was thinking I put myself under too much unnecessary stress.

I had a breakdown, a sudden halt in my learning, when I saw that 63%.

Piece #2 - Informative - 615 words:

Within the universe, matter is grouped into three states: solid, gas, and liquid. There is another state, plasma, but we won’t be covering that today. Each of the three states has its own speciality and temperature, often based on the substance. What are each of these states? In this essay, you’ll learn the basics, including some examples of each state, what arae some characteristics, and some other interesting facts.

First things first, what is matter? Well, matter is anything and everything. And by everything, I mean everything. That pencil over there, that electronic device, the groun beneath you, the star giving us light and the moons giving us tides. Everything is made of matter. Matter follows the Law of Conservation of Matter, which is that matter is in an isolated world (our universe), can neither be created nor destroyed. That’s matter in a nutshell; everything is matter.

Now that we’ve covered what matter is, let’s move on. First up, solids. Solids are everything you can touch and feel, something like the device you’re probably on right now, or the ground. Something. Now, that’s the macroscopic level; what about the microscopic level? No, not the microscopic level, even smaller than that. Down to the molecules and atoms. Inside a sloid, the molecules are very, very close together. Their positions are fixed, and all they do is bounce against their nearest neighbors and stay in position. The molecules inside solids can be bonded together by many types of energy, and when a solid becomes a liquid, this is called melting.

When a solid melts, it becomes a liquid, and becomes all gooey and wet. Liquid water is an example of a liquid, and so is mercury (the element) and orange juice. Defined the simplest way, a liquid is something that when you put it into a container and tip it, it spills. And then, of course, there’s the atomic level of liquid. At the atomic level, the liquid molecules are free flowing, but always held down by gravity. There si little space between molecules, but no where near as tight as solids, and they bounce against one another repeatedly. Unlike solids and gases, liquids are fairly difficult to be compress, and when a liquid becomes a gas, it is called vaporazation.

Gases, uncolored and natural, is quite hard to see with the naked eye. Gases include oxygen, carbon dioxide, and things you wuld think are in the atmosphere. Using the water example again: when liquid water vaporizes, it becames a gas. That gas is usually called water vapor or steam. For gases to be gases and stay gases, they need to be at certain temperature that is high. If the temperature is too low, it may become a liquid, or even a solid. However, when it is wayyy too high, it may become a plasma, which is another state of matter that isn’t often dicussed about. The molecules of a gas moves like light; fast and speedy, going straight until it crashes into another molecules. Some gas molcuels even travel faster than sounds!

Now that we’ve covered three of the four states of matter, it’s time for the conclusion. In summary, the commonly known three states of matter are solids, liquids, and gases. Solids are when the molecules are very close to together and are moving only slightly. Liquids is when the molecules are more “free” but are still held down by gravity. Gases is when the molecules have no boundaries whatsoever and roam around freely. Although these three aren’t at all similar to oneanother, they often melt or freeze or evaporate or condense into each other, and afterall, they are all part of the same universe.

Sources:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S6e11NBwiw&t=11s
And notes from my past science classes

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March 3rd, 2022 - Daily
Fairy Tales
420 words

Flavors: Tomato, Glue, and Sharpie.

Tomatoes were disgusting. The scent, the look, the taste - everything about it was disgusting.

And that was what Olivia came home to.

“Ewwww,” the nine-year-old whined as she sniffed the putrid scent. “Why, mommy? Why tomatoes again?”

“They were on sell, darling,” her mother said and then added with a sigh. “And it’s time you put your picky eating habits aside.”


“Pfff,” Olivia rolled her eyes, though with her back turned away from her mother so she wouldn’t see the disrespectful action. “That’s as hard as going to the moon without a spaceship.”

“Go do your homework,” her mother said to stop the short argument from being a full-on war.

Olivia snorted and threw her school bag on the floor, taking only her assignment folder out. It only contained a single sheet of paper - which wasn’t even homework and was a notice.

The fourth-grader skipped to her room, where she flopped down on her spinny chair and studied her art supplies shelf. “Hmm, what should I make today?” She wondered aloud, her finger hitting her chin in rhythmic taps.

Olivia tipped her head; perhaps she should create something that included fruits and vegetables - the ones she disliked. Her eyes glowed at the idea. That was what she was going to do.

The nine-year-old stood up and surveyed her shelf, thinking about the supplies she would use. Colored pencils? No, they were overrated. Painting? That was messy and there wasn’t enough time.

Brushing her fingertips over her big box of markers, she decided which medium she was going to use. Water-based markers? Sharpies? Olivia decided she would use her sharpies, as they were still new and she hadn’t used them before. Only… she wanted to use them with something else, too.

She looked around, was there anything she wanted to do?

Collage was the first thing that came to her mind. She grabbed her glue and scissors, sitting at her desk. There, she sketched out a rough draft of what she was going to be creating. Olivia was going to do still-art with scapes of paper.

Her face broke into a grin as she thought of how her mother and art teacher would react, her coming up with such an interesting idea.

Color, sketch, cut, glue. Color, sketch, cut, glue. Color, sketch, cut, glue. Color, sketch, cut, glue.

The steps of her artwork were like a soft chant in her ears, never-changing and steady.

Only soon, she was interrupted by her mother’s call.

“Olivia! Your favorite dish with tomatoes is ready!”

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March 2nd, 2022 - Daily
Fairy Tales
339 words

She came home extremely angry, VIolet, I mean. Complaining, yelling, all the verbal kinds of anger you could get.

I guess that’s the life of the favorite pen, though.

Violet was always Peacock’s favorite color, and Violet was always her favorite pen to use- and to play with.

“I can’t believe what Peacock did to me!” Violet slumped down in the center of the stationary box.

“What, she did surgery on you again?” Evergreen muttered, turning his back on her.

“Yes! She took my ink chamber out of the barrel and the spring away from the tip! And she used the ink chamber like a pen!” She turned repeatedly as if trying her hardest not to sleep on her wounded barrel. “I can still feel the pain from it. Her hot, sweaty hands on my insides.”

I sighed. Violet was always complaining. She was at the top of the food chain- the most used pen, the favorite pen, the drawing pen, the writing pen. And the rest of us were nobodies. Carrot, Gold, Evergreen, Navy, Bubblegum, and me, Maroon. The one time I saw Peacock pick us up and use us, was the time when she had to draw a rainbow for a kindergarten art assignment.

Being the favorite was the best thing, yet Violet complained every day, after coming back home to the stationary box.

“Stop complaining, you have no idea how lucky you are,” Navy snapped; we were always thinking the same thing after Violet came home. “You get a life of adventure. We get a life of dust.”

Violet stirred for what seemed like the thousandth time in the five minutes she came back. “You pens don’t know anything. I wish I was like you guys, carefree and collecting dust.”

“Yeah, right,” the rest of the pens, including me, said in unison, finished with a sigh.

Only this time, I’m not sure I mean it anymore. Was it because of Peacock’s behavior and not Violet’s sour personality?

There was no way for me to find out.

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3/1/22 Hi-Fi Cabin Daily
266 words
SLAM! SLAP! BAM! Again and again, every time I am pulled out from underneath a pile of stray papers or finally unearthed from recesses of a dusty, disorganized closet. Over and over, constantly questioning if this was the true purpose of my life. I am a fly swatter. I swat flies. Sometimes other small bugs like spiders, or even ants. I hate being a fly swatter. I hate swatting flies, and other small bugs like spiders or even ants. Anyone would, if they were in my shoes.

The only thing that keeps me sane is something so unimaginable, so impossible, so unbelievably unbelievable that you would only read this in stories. There are these creatures that are slightly bigger than flies or ants. Cockroaches. They scurry around like annoying little schoolchildren, always causing such a mess and making so much noise. Sometimes, just to relieve my stress and anger and also partially because I just feel like it, I will force myself out of whatever tight spot I’m in and find cockroaches to SLAM! SLAP! BAM! Typically I will do this when the people are not active, when the blue space is black and tiny balls of light fill the space. I assume they are recharging, as some living creatures do. Yes, the brutal murdering of cockroaches may be unjust and uncalled for. It may be much too violent and is the same thing I do to flies. But flies are innocent. They are simply living their peaceful lives, flitting about and being quiet and peaceful. Cockroaches are the opposite and they are good stress relief.

Brocco’s Daily Writing
(304 words)

I am a white, big board, and I am usually used for humans draw or write on. I know that, that is my actual function as a whiteboard, but sometimes, it just gets to annoying when some peoples forgot to erase those inks on me after doing their thing. And that really makes me feels mad and kind of feeling unfair on those peoples, I just really wish that they know what it feels like to be a whiteboard. And to let them lessoned to never forgot to erase the colory marker inks on me.

I’m just grateful to not be a chalkboard instead, because they got they’re chalky problems are much worse, I mean, the chalks felt very hard on the chalkboards, and even if we already erased them, of course they’ll leave little white tracks. And how they’re textures feels is very hard as stone too. And the way they looked like after a year, to me, it looks like the colors are fading away and looks like mushed lines or something, which makes them very artistic somehow. But even they look artistic, I still think they’re messy chalkboards (thanks to the chalks).

But tho I’m not one like that, I just wish to be something thats not a whiteboard instead, like.. a human, which are very free and highly intelligent creatures who always drew on me or maybe something else that is very unlikely like me. But no matter what I think of something I wanna be, I don’t think I somehow will be one like that. Which means, that I will never be a person or something that doesn’t look like me and peoples will keep doing those things to me. I will feel ashamed but I think I’m just gonna enjoy the rest of my life being a “Whiteboard”.

A Ball of Yarn || 2/1 PST || Daily || 337 Words

I am whole. I am empty. I am a ball of yarn.
My life can go so many ways, but I'll never be able to do it on my own. I'll need a human. A human with a goal in mind- a purpose, a vision. And that vision is carried out. Through me. But I'll never be able to do be that on my own. I'll never be able to chose my fate, instead I have to follow the heart of a stranger. A stranger who doesn't care about my feelings or my desires. I am merely a means to an end, the clay for the sculptor. It doesn't matter if I want to be..
I don't know what comes next. I don't know what I want to be. A hat? A sweater? All I know is that I don't want to be a scarf. I don't want to be a stupid scarf that is made of my essence. Each row of me is tangled into knots- knots that are repeated over and over again until a long stretch of red comes out. A scarf. I don't want to be a scarf. I want to be anything but a scarf. The hands are taunting me. They hold me, form me into something I'm not. The sticks aren't much better. I can tell they enjoy my suffering and the waves of discomfort rolling off of me.
When the hands put me down I'm still not free. Even though the breaking pauses, that doesn't change the fact that I'm broken, forever twisted into an unwelcome version of me. And the worst part? I'm beginning to accept it. Every time more of me is knitted, the more I can feel myself fading. And the more I fade, the more I'm being replaced by an unwelcome version of myself. I dread the day that those hands are done and the sticks don't hold me. Because when that day comes, I'm not here anymore.
I'll be whole.
But I'll still be empty.

play sound [eighth wonder] until done

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Daily #2 127 words

Life is boring. You know why? Oh wait, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m a pencil and everyday all I see is the darkness of a pouch. I remember the good old days when everyone used to use pencils. Now all everyone does is smashes the keyboard of the laptop.

I used to be used so much earlier. These days, when I’m locked up in the pouch along with my buddies, the eraser and the ball pen, we try to hear what's going on outside. All we hear is people talking about something called the pandemic.

I just wish we could go back to the good old days of writing and sharpening. Maybe you can change this. Why don’t you take out a pencil and start writing?

Saria’s Daily Assignment
Today's daily is about writing in the perspective
of an inanimate object. Write at least 300 words
from the perspective of an inanimate object (lamps,
computers, erasers, etc) for 500 points!

The Perspective Of An Eraser

I'm an eraser. Belonging of my annoying owner, Sadie. She always place me inside a small and cramped place. I wish i could tell her that i hate being trapped in her smelly pencil case, which is full of crushed bits and flint. I don't see why humans never realize how disturbing it is to be rubbbed back and forth on papers all the time. I feel so uncomfortable. Especially when Sadie always get me all shooked up when im still in my slumber, because she jumps outside the house and slides right into the car to go to school. I usually get smaller in a certain time. The purpose of my existence is to erase letters. Why can't they make me as an eraser that can erase anything, like peoples that use erasers all the time. I really feel like i want to erase Sadie too. I want to be a human. But i guess i have to accept my life, however it even wents.

Two Weeks Later..

Sadie's got her best friend Madison coming over along with Sadie's boyfriend, Matt. They're coming over to do homework together. Have i not told you that Sadie and Madison are very girly. Well they decided to make a tiny dress to put me in. Of course, how dreadful.. 6 hours have went by, they have been doing their 10 numbers homework that long. My human and her best friend got distracted most of the time, of making more clothes to put on me. A hat. A pair of shades. Glitters. I'm glad that was over..

I open my tired eyes, move my miserable body. Things are very peaceful and quiet. I don't see Sadie jumping, shouting and running into the car. I'm not even cramped inside her pencil case, but on top of her homework desk instead, at her room. This silence is pumping up my confusion. I soon realized that Sadie and the rest of her family are away, i never knew where they've gone to but i started to get very lonely. I couldn't move anywhere because i'm a non living object, a depressed eraser.. It's now past midnight, My human was up all night. She was crying on her bed most of the time. But then she started talking to herself. Soon enough, i figured what happened. Sadie's grandmother passed out in her sleep. “She's the only person i'm close to, besides my friends.. Why do i have to lose you know”.. Said Sadie, while crying.. I feel very sorry for her.. I tried to make her feel better. But whatever i do, i won't be able to make her any happier. What else can i do, i'm only an eraser.

453 words if im not mistaken <3

Daily #2 127 words

Life is boring. You know why? Oh wait, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m a pencil and everyday all I see is the darkness of a pouch. I remember the good old days when everyone used to use pencils. Now all everyone does is smashes the keyboard of the laptop.

I used to be used so much earlier. These days, when I’m locked up in the pouch along with my buddies, the eraser and the ball pen, we try to hear what's going on outside. All we hear is people talking about something called the pandemic.

I just wish we could go back to the good old days of writing and sharpening. Maybe you can change this. Why don’t you take out a pencil and start writing?