Daily 3

♕ 3rd of March ♕
513 words

There was a legend, whispered amongst the townspeople.

The elders brought it, when they first arrived and built this settlement.
Then, the town grew, and so did the legend. It spread, from mouth to mouth, spoken in hushed whispers and fleeting hisses and scrawled notes.

This was how it went:


It started off on an otherwise normal day. The sky was a brilliant blue. A few clouds lingered, clumping together. Though there was no rain in them yet, it seemed. The grass was damp with morning dew, and the townsfolk went about their daily affairs. The smith sat busy in her forge, and the baker baked his goods. Nothing seemed amiss.

Then, night fell. And with the night, came the moon.

It rose up, grand as everything, just as the sun slipped out of view.
The world darkened. Unbeknownst to all, a prophecy from eons before had just come to fruition. The moon wrapped its curse, borne on ribbons of delicate moonlight, around the town.
The night went on.
Around midnight, a farmer screamed. It pierced through the silent evening air, ringing like a thousand bells. The other townsfolk rushed to the her aid.

There was the farmer, lying in a bed of crops. She held one in her hands, face bowed low. They crowded around her.

“What happened?” asked the smith. She helped her up.
“We heard you scream,” said the baker.

The farmer looked up, body so wispy it was near transparent, a permanent look of horror etched into her expression, the mark of the moon deity branded on her face. She watched them with glazed eyes, right before she collapsed.
The townspeople scrambled back.

“Moon-touched,” they whispered.
“Cursed,” they hissed.

The town sorcerer pushed their way to the front. “It's the prophecy!” they shouted. “Protect yourselves!”
The townsfolk took one glance at the farmer.
They ran for their homes.

It was hopeless. Not a single minute after they'd ran, the baker screamed, keeling over, no doubt about to experience the same fate as the farmer. The grass that was so green, so fresh wilted under the gaze of the moon. People trembled.
“Don't look back!” the sorcerer yelled. “Ignore him! Go to your homes, gather your protective silk! Save yourselves!”

The clouds overhead rumbled. The trees bent into their path, and crashed to the ground.

A few citizens made it back to their homes. They grabbed everything they could, and took everything that was necessary. They wrapped their things in ribbons of enchanted silk, and looked out one last time to the town, where fires spread and the curse claimed more and more of them.

They took one last look, and left to find a new home.


And that was where the legend ended. A legend, a story, of a town doomed to the moon deity's curse.

But sometimes, I look at the elders, and their traditions, and how little we know of where they came from.
Sometimes, I look at them, and I think:
Perhaps there's a reason they taught us to wrap things we care about in silk.

Daily #3:
Prompt: Today is 33 flavors day! In the comments, write 3 ice cream flavors (They don't have to be real! Maybe you can create dragon fire ice cream or glass ice cream) and then choose someone else's 3 ice cream flavors. Create a story of at least 400 words using these 3 flavors as inspiration for 500 points, plus 200 bonus points if you share your writing!

Flavors Given: Rocky road, salted caramel, Cookies n’ Cream

Flavors Chosen: Cookies and cream, lemon, and cookie dough


A Lemon. That's what fell onto my head. Reminds me of the sorbet mum used to make. It didn’t hurt, but maybe that's because it wasn’t really a lemon yet. More of a marble-sized green blob, and it was hard to see now that it was lying in the grass. That was my lemon, well before it fell off my tree. My tree, that's what everyone called it. It wasn't my tree. I just really liked it and sat under it everyday with a book and a little cup of Ice Cream. Or I used to before, well before mum stopped making it. Now I just sit with a book. I guess I could go buy an ice cream, the milk bar is only a 10 minute walk if I wanted the basic flavors and I would be back in half an hour if I walked up to the shopping strip to go to Lenny's Gelato and Ice Cream. Mel goes with her friends some afternoons and I know she wouldn’t mind if I tagged along, as long as I stayed quiet. Actually, I think dad wants me to go with her because she keeps nagging me to come and I know she's quite happy with just her and her friends. But the ice creams are never the same as mums. She would always make just what we wanted, cookies and cream for dad; cookie dough for Mell and 2 servings of lemon sorbet 1 for me and 1 for her. I wasn’t going to lie. I really did miss it, and not just because it tasted good, because it held so many memories. Every bite would remind me of something funny, like what happened when I tried to help mum make the ice cream or when Mell and dad accidentally blew a fuse trying to fix the freezer. But most of all, it reminded me of the day we planted the lemon tree. We had always needed to buy lemons so mum could make my sorbet and one day we were walking past a plant nursery and there was a lemon tree sapling on display right out the front. I insisted that we get it and it didn’t take long to convince mum, so that night mum and dad planted it in the backyard. Of course it didn’t start growing lemons straight away, so we had to keep buying lemons for ages. Mum told me it was my job to take care of it and I did a pretty good job, but I think everyone checked on it a little more often after it almost died when I forgot to water it for a few days. Once in was big enough, Mel cut the low hanging branches so I could sit under it and I would pick the lemons for mum or take some over to Ms. Willis next door. Now ice cream just reminded me of mum. Her long hair and happy smile or her skills in the kitchen. And I was sure one day I would want to be reminded, but back then I couldn’t bear it because she was gone and I would never see her again.

Total Words: 531

Total words: 1,006
Theme: Rainbow river, monochrome meadow, and ketchup by @Whimsy_lux
Cabin: Poetry

I was in my room, imagining and just bored waiting for my finals results. I went to the library then, and started checking out books. I found one book which interested me a lot, it said the mythical and I was really curious since I’m a curious child, so I took my wallet and bought the book and they gave me a discount! Little did I know, this book was much more and it was not necessarily called a book to me. I went to my study desk, and began reading the pages, one by one at a time. It mentioned 3 different destinations, one rainbow, one black and white, one red. I started dreaming when I read the book, everything in the book felt real. It felt like I was focusing on the book only. I kept imagining until I was up on this island, there were tons of clouds and rainbows. It said that the land was called “Mythical Ice Cream”, I kind of laughed. It seemed very funny to me. I went down the hill and spotted this beautiful river. It was rainbow colored and the color was so bright and pretty. Beside the river, there was someone. I approached the person and he offered me to try out this ice cream. He said it was fresh from the rainbow river. I wanted to try it because it had a great scent and he described the ice cream as sweet and sour. The person told me to keep it until the end, he asked me to put it in the ice cream ice container and I set sail to the next destination. Just 10 minutes later, it started to storm. Was there any color? Did I lose my color sight? Turns out, we've arrived at the monochrome meadow. It was all black and white and I could barely see what I’m walking into. I spotted someone on the meadow, looking at the flowers. I asked her and she did not respond to me. However she pointed to this mini stall wood area. I just went there and there was another ice cream. I think that’s what the place is referred to as. I took it and contained it in my ice container and I said thanks and headed out to our next destination. Honestly, this place has been very confusing I don’t even understand. It said there was one more final destination and I could not be patient to see where it was! Finally, we went out of the monochrome meadow border and I was so happy since I could see color for the first time. Haha, just kidding. Now I just explored and we’re arrived at our last destination. It was referred to as “Tomato”. What? Why would there be something called tomato, isn’t even not a flavor? Well, they made it to ketchup. There was another person using this tomato costume and I started laughing, it seems like they’re picking a dense liquid so I came and asked. They replied “These are ketchup, are you here to take the ketchup ice cream?”. I was kind of confused at the beginning why everyone here just tells me to go to the ice cream and like to take it away from them. I replied “I think so, I don’t know what I am doing here, sorry if I am currently disturbing you, I didn’t mean it..”. “No worries, please take the ice cream and do you see that rainbow? Approach it until you find this ladder tunnel”, replied the person. I agreed and took it, put it in my container and went off. This was a very fun experience and I would stay here forever since I am already here, or at least we thought. After I went to the tunnel I was back at my study desk. I may have imagined too far. “Ring, ring, ring”. My phone started to ring! My parents had called me to go to the car since we were getting something. I checked my emaiI and I got an A for my average! I was so happy and I immediately ran downstairs to the car and told my parents. You see, everytime I get an A for my test, my parents would buy me ice cream. So we’re going to eat ice cream! My parents lended me $20 to buy any 3 ice creams I wanted. This ice cream shop was called “Mythical Ice Cream Shop”, it’s a very familiar name like I have ever heard it from somewhere. I checked out the menu, there was rainbow river, monochrome meadow, and also ketchup. I realized, everything was from my imagination and now I can try it! Is that why they told me to put it into a container? I ordered the rainbow river, monochrome meadow, and ketchup. The rainbow river was very sweet and sour and I loved the taste very much! It was awesome! The monochrome meadow had a kick of coffee and it was the bitter one. The ketchup was the salt and sour one. It tasted like tomato cuts with salt and sour. To be honest, I didn’t really like the tomato but my favorite was the rainbow river! The head chef told me to come to the kitchen, I did not know what was going on but I just came and I recognized those faces! The head chef was the rainbow river, the assistant was the monochrome meadow, and the head manager was the ketchup! They explained that people were brought from that book. The librarian was the owner of the ice cream shop and that’s when things started piecing together. I asked if I could visit again someday and collect and try out more ice cream flavors. They welcomed me back and the next day, I asked my parents to go to the ice cream shop and I bought all 3 flavors. I went to the ice cream shop once a week. It was so tasty, and it was the best experience.

♕ 3rd of March - In-Cabin Daily ♕
425 words

My two characters are Lin Beifong (from The Legend of Korra), and NotEnrique (from Tales of Arcadia)! Both characters are adults, but if we assume that they, somehow, ended up working on a school project together, the only possible outcome would be chaos. Pure, utter, chaos! The school project would not get done, not at all. Not even close. In fact, it would probably only end up in it (the school project) being accidentally (or maybe purposely, if NotEnrique is feeling particularly mischievous) destroyed. To understand why, you'd probably need a more in-depth explanation and run down on the characters and what would happen.

Let's start with who the characters are first.

Other Legend of Korra fans probably already know this, but here's a quick description of Lin for those who don't know:
Lin Beifong is the eldest daughter of Toph Beifong (Avatar Aang's friend, first metalbender, and a big part in ending the war against the Fire Nation), and is the Chief of Police in Republic City. She is a metalbender and the sister of Suyin Beifong. Lin is a no-nonsense, law abiding, and slightly grouchy person.

Meanwhile, NotEnrique (yes, that's his name. At least, the name the other characters always call him) is Changeling troll, who is a bit of a trickster, usually only interested in an activity if there's something in it for him, and is something of a “party monster”. He is definitely not what you would call law abiding.

In a setting where the two have to work together on a group project, this would put the two of them at odds often. Actually, no. Even in a setting where they weren't working together, they wold still be at odds. These characters are nearly polar opposites!

They wouldn't like each other from the beginning, and they would butt heads over the most trivial things. NotEnrique wouldn't participate at all, until Lin makes him participate. Even then, he'd most likely only help with some parts, and would find joy in finding a way to tick Lin off. This results in hardly any work being done. And, even when the two do work on it, they'd disagree over most of the decisions they'd need to make regarding the project.

By the time the due date or deadline is reached (if there is one), the project would only be done if there was outside intervention from another character, or if Lin got sick of everything and decided to do it on her own.



I realise I may have gotten carried away with this.

date 03/03/2022
flavors made : cerberus fur , phoenix ashes , dragon's treasures
flavors chosen : fire flavour, sunshine flavour and night flavour

it was just a normal morning at my workplace , quinton tower .
i was feeling hungry and lucky for me it was lunch time , so i decided to check out the cafeteria and there was a new ice cream booth , as an hungry person would do , i checked it out , the flavors were so weird but i thought they were just names , i decided to try the night flavour at first it tasted like normal blueberry with sour star gummies but once i ate 2 more scoops the sun went down and the sky changed to black , i was shocked but went on with my work in the afternoon trying to forget it , and it was finally night , then i ordered an taxi to drive me home . the next day i was doing some work and the SAME ice cream man was giving out free samples for less stress , no one got them so i decided to try the fire flavour , it was super spicy for some reason that i breathed fire for 30 minutes , my mouth felt so dry and ashy after that , i could'nt trust the ice cream man again , but who knows . as few weeks came by the ice cream man was gone , i was relieved and hoped it stopped , but there was a new ice cream man in town this time who was also serving free samples , this time everybody tried one , the ice cream man was actually super handsome and kind , this time i asked him that is he the previous ice-cream man's grandson because the last one looked old , he replied yes , we exchanged phone numbers , a few weeks later , we hung out alot on breaks then he asked me on a date , i was flustered and blushing very unconditionally all the time on the date , we tried some of his ice cream flavors but my favorite was the sunshine flavour , it did'nt affect anything including the weather,things around me and more , suddenly i felt my hair turning to sunshine blonde , then i also discovered the ice cream man's name was helios just like the sun god , he asked to be his girlfreind that time , i blushed even more and was feeling joy like the sunshine ,but the story did'nt end just yet , helios got a job as an diamond miner , helios found 23 pieces of yellow stones and asked me to guess which ones is magical , i was shocked but entertained cause he went home early but as an anyone in a situation like this would do , i did it and guess this very bright stone , he asked me why , i answered because it was bright and looked fun just like his personality , suprisingly the stone i picked was the same kind of stone for our , ring for our marriage , he proposed right on the spot and lowered his left knee , i was shocked at first , but he was trying to tie his shoes , but then he also got our marriage ring , and i giggled a bit , and i guess that's our happy ending!

march 3rd, daily #3
Flavours: wind/air, crepes, and magic
Flavours by: @rainii-dreamxs
Notes: this was slightly rushed… even though it's late-
i don't write in great ways - instead, i write casually.
Words: 386

— charlotte’s point of view

I and my friends, lily, harper, alexander, harry and daniel were walking through the local park, planning to have fun. instead, we were having a total bust.

“Come ON! Aren’t we going to stop for a while? My legs are aching!” Harper whined.

“Only for a few more miles!” I encouraged her. “Do you want me to pick you up like a piggyback ride?!” Fine, it wasn’t exactly encouraging. But still! Alexander stopped for a while and sat on a bench. “I’ve heard there’s a small snack shop by here, why don’t we go check it out?” Lily suggested.

The others nodded. It took a while for Alexander to actually get up because he was TIRED. And by tired, I mean VERY. TIRED. It took us a while because all of us were taking breaks in between because it was a very long time since we came here and started walking.

After about 10 minutes, we reached the little parlour. It had a sign that said “Special flavours of ice cream!” which seemed to get the others’ attention. “Let’s go in!” Daniel exclaimed. The others immediately agreed with him and rushed inside.

Once we entered, we saw a young woman at the register. Harry walked up to her and started speaking to her about our situation. She told us about the special flavours, and the others seemed to agree. I agreed too, because even I was hungry too. Of course I would be.

We waited at a table for 6 and 2 minutes later, we got 6 bowls of ice cream, one for each of us. I and Harry got the magic flavoured ice cream, Harper and Daniel got the crepes flavoured one and Lily and Alexander got the wind/air one.

Immediately when everyone bit into their ice cream, their face filled with joy. “THIS IS AMAZING!” I heard one of them shout. I had to say that this magic flavour was truly magical. The woman at the register called us after our snacks were finished. She thanked us for stopping by our parlour and gave us something for the road. We thanked her back and headed off on our journey.

To be honest, I don’t know what our journey is.

Daily:

As I walked through the plant infested twisty path winding towards the forest, cool breeze blew my hair towards my face though it was sunny. I felt like eating something sugary and cold. I walked forward the thought pushing me to walk to some civilization on this lonely star filled night on this even lonelier deserted planet. Then something showed up on the far horizon. Was I hallucinating or was I in trauma? Or was it real? The curiosity propelled me even further. Then something glittered down the nature made road. What was it? Then something out of the way suddenly crashed to my left. I turned, without realizing it could be a mistake. A spaceship, that was what I found. I quickly altered my course to the crashed and possibly broken spaceship with probably injured creatures. As I took a closer look three beings came out. Was it? Could it possibly be? But what kind of ice-cream walks? I was probably hallucinating. Then the ice-cream looked strangely familiar, edible even. But… It looks like it was from the past. It is 2068 A.D. How is it possible? The three figures took even more detailed shapes. Cerberus fur, phoenix ash and dragon's treasure. But I thought it was a myth. Didn't the official time travelling world-famous ice-creams die fighting the space hole? Time to find out, I said to myself. “So, are you from earth?” began the dragon's treasure. “Don’t be rude, dragon’s treasure.” said Cerberus fur. “Seriously dude, we need to find you a better nick name. Anyways, she is from earth. Look at what she is wearing. An official logo marked space travel suit from the council.” continued phoenix ash. “You're alive? But didn’t you die trying to save us all from the space hole? Am I hallucinating? You knew the council? You’re from earth?” I started, these would turn out to be just the beginning to the number of questions I had. “Whoa! Slow down kid. We’ll answer one by one.” said dragon’s treasure. Phoenix ash continued “Firstly, yes, we’re alive. Secondly, no, we never fought a space hole. What did the council tell you?” I answered “The council said you were a myth. They said you died fighting a space hole. They didn’t honor you, but they said what you did was a mistake. But how was trying to save us a mistake?” Cerberus fur thought for a minute before countering my answer with “ The truth is we were created by mistake. They thought we were a threat. They decided they needed to get rid of us. But we created a time portal to escape. No more questions please.” I sighed. I would need to wait until I stopped hallucinating.

hello! these are a collection of my organized writings ↯

dailies

-https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6085638/ ~ 03/03/22
- https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6082238/ ~ 02/03/22
- https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6094397/ ~ 04/02/22
- https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6096440/ ~ 07/02/22
- https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6115918/ ~ 14/03/22

other writing

- https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6082482/ ~ 02/03/22 & 150
- https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6088835/ ~ 04/03/22 & 233
- https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6129593/ ~ 20/03/22 & 1532
- writing here ~ date & word count here

rps i did

- roleplay link here ~ date here
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about me

hey hey hey! i'm hazel ☆ istp-t ✧ bday :: march 9th

likes and dislikes

likes: taiyaki ice cream
studio ghibli , haikyuu
marvel , harry potter
blankets
rain

dislikes: mosquitoes
gardens + beaches
umbridge
stealers
math

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3 daily

Flavours: Bubblegum, mints, licorice

Sque went out of the house. She saw many teenagers going home from school, carrying big schoolbags. Sque took a bubble gum out of her small bag and started to chew. She learned online and didn't go to school. Then Sque felt something crash onto her shoulder. “Hi, Lyn!” - Sque shouted. “Hi! Do you know what happened at school? Katty brought a cake because it's her birthday! Ah, you're not interested.” - Lyn said. “No, it's okay.”
The girls walked in silence for a bit, holding each other's hands. “Do you want a bubble gum?” - Sque asked. “Which taste is it? Mint? Thanks, it's my favourite.”
When girls were still away from Lyn's house, Lyn said: “I have to go alone now.” “Okay.” - Sque answered. Sque didn't look sad at all, but inside she was disappointed.
Sque opened the door of her flat, went in and closed it with a slam. “Dear, what happened? Is there something with your friends?” - her mum asked. “No, everything's alright.” “Then go to your room and do homework!”
Sque sat on a chair near her table. She didn't want to do homework now, especially when her friend had secrets from Sque.
Suddenly, Sque heard a call from Lyn. “Are you again with your secret friend?” - Sque asked. “Come near my house. I have something important to say.” - Lyn said.
Sque saw Lyn standing near her house. She wanted to shout “Hi, Lyn!” but stopped. Lyn was with Katty. “Hiiii, are you Sque?” - Katty asked with a cute voice. Sque answered nothing; she just nodded. “Oh, I forgot to ask you, do you want a licorice sweet? It's from a present from my teacher.” - Katty said. “Yes, I like sweets.” - Sque answered. She didn't really want to eat, but she tried to be polite.
Katty led the girls near a beginning of a forest. Sque was glad there wasn't a chance to talk. Katty went to some tall mint and opened the green stems. Sque was surprised by a small blue car in the grass. “See that car? It looks ordinary. But now it won't!” - Katty said, excited.
Katty lifted the car. She looked at it happily. Sque was really expecting something, but nothing happened, except the ruffling of mint.
“What now?” - Lyn asked. Katty was silent. “You brought us here for nothing?! I may have other important things!” - Sque said angrily. Katty dropped the car, stepped back and burst into tears.

March 3rd (Daily)
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Flavors chosen: chocolate chip cookie dough, tornado, cream roll

“Hey Marbles! Wanna hang out together after school?” I turned around, looking at the strange person who called my name since usually no one likes to hang out with a nerd. “Um, sure? I guess” I replied, as Weren walks towards me. “Marbles, I know it's weird, but I don't really hate you.” I sighed, since when does a class bully likes to hang out with someone like me? It isn't right. “I'm hungry…” I can tell me and Weren were thinking of the same thing. “Why don't we make some chocolate chip cookies? We can share some with Luna and the neighboring schoolmates.” I suggested, I think I wanted to spend more time with my new friend, but it felt weird for some reason. I cringed, what if he replied yes? I didn't know what I was speaking… “Sure, let's do it! More people might make friends with you too!” Great…

“One problem though, we ran out of supplies…” When we arrived back to our dorm, I remembered we ran out of ingredients and maybe try an excuse to not spend time with Weren. I'm not trying to not make friends, I think I still don't trust Weren yet. After all, do you immediately trust someone after all those days of bullying you? “Well let's just go buy some!” And right when I thought I was smart. I shrugged, “Fine let's go.”

We went to the supermarket. We bought milk, chocolate chips and flour. I looked down on myself whenever we passed someone in our school. Since when does a nerd hangs out with the popular boy? After what seem like a never ending torture, we finished shopping our supplies and ingredients. But a tornado came when we tried to leave. “Great! Now we're stuck in here!” I moaned, Weren looked at me with disappointment. “You don't like it when we are stuck here?” “Um…” Weren stood silently, “I understand Marbles, you hate me…” I was shocked, “No that's not it!” My sentence was barely done when Weren ran outside, still in the danger of getting killed in the tornado. I can barely keep my tears, a friend, just like that, he was gone. “And I could buy some cream rolls for him too… he likes it so much.” I cried as I said. Losing a friend that I had just made, one who made my life happier and it was all gone at that moment.

407 words

3/3 Daily:

My flavors: Homework ice cream, Pillow ice cream, Friendship ice cream

Flavors I’m writing about: ocean ice cream, sunset ice cream, book ice cream

My sister and I stare at the menu at an ice cream shop. Ocean ice cream? Never heard of that. Sunset ice cream? Forget it. Such ridiculous names, but they look so good. . .

“Hurry up, Dream!” My sister, Sky, says. Impatient as usual. “We’re going to be here all day if you don’t choose a flavor fast.”

“Okay, okay!” Why does she have to be so impatient!? My eyes study the menu one last time passing the dreamy sunset colored lemon and strawberry sherbet, and the deep blue ocean ice cream, topped with seashell candy and cookie sand, finally settling on one flavor: Book ice cream

“One book ice cream” I tell the lady behind the counter. She’s a typical Hawaiian woman, with long, wavy brown hair and dreamy chestnut brown eyes.

“Coming right up.” She says. “Honey, would you like something too?” She asks Sky.

“I think I’ll have a hibiscus ice cream. With the passion fruit jam. Thank you!” Sky says.

The lady hands me a paper plate, and gives an ice cream cone to Sky. Mine looks like a tower of mini books on a plate. I take a bite, to see if it’s ice cream or just books. Yup. Ice cream. Silly me, why would I ever think that an ice cream store sells books instead of ice cream?

That night, I lay awake in my room in the beach house. Book ice cream, I thought. I felt kind of funny, like I had swallowed an entire storybook. That alone was strange enough. After thirty minutes I finally became bored and fell asleep. Even stranger, in my dreams I was a storybook character, changing identities as I traveled from book to book.

When I woke the next morning, I felt refreshed, like I’d just showered under a waterfall. Wait. . .in the last dream I had, didn’t I shower under a waterfall. . .? This was so creepy.

I was going to find out was was going on here. It could be a coincidence, but something told me it wasn’t. I went back to the ice cream shop. Standing behind the counter was the lady from yesterday, smiling as usual. I told her everything that had happened, and her eyes widened.

“So. . .it WAS you!” She exclaimed.

The woman quickly introduced herself as Shelly, and that she was a nereid, sent on a mission to look for the Goddess of dreams, who had been lost since she was 3 years old. She was told that the goddess would have special dreams when her powers were stirred by a special potion, and that she wears a special bracelet made out of moonstones. I glanced at the bracelet on my wrist. It had always had a magical feeling to it, who knew it really was magic? Shelly gives me a seashell charm to add to my bracelet before I went back to my family. “Good luck”, she had said. “Your powers will come out eventually.”

I had always been called Dream by my friends and family. I guess now that makes sense since I’m now the goddess of dreams. And I think I’ll have some ice cream again today. . .maybe ocean ice cream?



544 words. Mystery for the win!

I awake to the sound of my mother screaming, “GELATO, GET UP!” I immediately start thinking of the worst possibilities, thinking that there was a gigantic fire that couldn’t be put out, or aliens that are taking over the planet, or blueberry muffins- I stop myself in the middle of that thought. I’m normally super optimistic, what’s wrong with me? Then I figured it out. It’s a rainy day.
To most people I may sound crazy. A rainy day, you might say, why are you so scared of a rainy day? But none of you know what rainy days do to me.
I walk around, moping, having nothing to do. This is what happens on rainy days. I curl up into a small, depressed ball.
“AMBROSIA, GET THE ICE CREAM,” I hear my mother shout to my sister.
A few minutes later my mother and sister come up into my room, and bring me a small scoop of ice cream labeled “Singing in the Rain”. Mother picks me up, and makes me sit against the window. Ambrosia gives me the cup of ice cream, and I eat it, knowing it’s the only way to cure this mess. It was a pale blue ice cream that tasted creamy and water-y at the same time. It wasn’t too sweet, and had a delicious sourness to it.
A few minutes later, Ambrosia and Mother lead me outside and I start singing out of nowhere. I sounded terrible, but my off-pitched voice didn’t care.
After a few hours, I stopped, my voice sore and hoarse. I was now cured of the “Rainy Day Mopes” as my family called it.

It turns out today was also an eclipse, my mother quickly brought out a tub of ice cream called “Eclipse Ice Cream” when we noticed the start of the eclipse. We stuffed our mouths with sweet and salty purple and blue swirled ice cream, and waited for the eclipse to get better and better.
Soon enough, the sky looked beautiful, and you could see all of the stars! But the best part was the eclipse, it was shining so bright and magical. Next time an eclipse happens, you have to try this ice cream.

We ended this magical, and eventful, day off by having some more sweet and delicious ice cream. This time it was called “Purple Cherry” and it sounded wonderful. The ice cream tasted tart from the cherry, and a little bit sweet from whatever the purple stuff was.

That night, I went to sleep feeling energetic and still peaceful from all the magnificent ice cream I had today.

SCW DAILY:

March 3: The First of Many to Come

The soft April breeze floated through the air, toying with the guest hair. The birds perched in their nest, sing a melodic tune. The sun not quite set, but not fully risen. Yes, it was one of those rare perfect days in April when it wasn't raining. The perfect day for a wedding.
The groom, Alex, stood there, a thousand worries banging around in his head. What if she backs out. Can she do that? Does she really love me? Do I look okay, is that a stain on my jacket? What do the people out there think of me? Is this the right choice, does Lilly think it's this right choice?
If only Alex knew that as he stood on the stage, Lilly was in the room with her bridesmaids, almost reading to go, applying the last bit of makeup. If only Alex knew how eager Lilly was too, she would never back out on him. She loved him, and was just as nervous though she knew Alex, he would never utter those words, “I don't”. She trusted him, and he her. No, she was slightly more worried about the guest.
Standing up, she smiled at Julica, her younger sister by three years, “Do I look okay?”
“You look fine, now stop worrying, this is a very special moment.”
Ignoring her sister, she counited to pester, “What about the snacks, food desert?”
“All in order, the ice creams especially, why Alex ever wanted so many flavors of wedding cake ice cream, I will never know.”
Lilly smiles, it was cute how he wanted all the ice creams to have wedding cake in their name. The Mardi Gras Wedding Cake, well, because they grew up in New Orleans. The Tropical Wedding Cake, to symbolize their honey money, they were going to the Caribiana. The Midnight Wedding Cake to symbolize time the party would end.
By the time all the ice cream thought were out of here head, Lilly was already down the aisle, had she done anything embarrassing, she couldn't remember.
The moments seemed to fly, one second, she greeted the eyes of her groom the next they were saying their vows, the next they were married. A smile crossed illy lips, as she wrapped her newly wedded husband in her embrace. She looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers, grins only growing bigger.
The paster smiled, “Let this be the first of many good days to come.”

Word Count: 410

3/3 daily at least 400 words on 3 flavors of ice cream
537 words lets go

“Uh…um..” I stuttered. I was holding up the entire line at the ice cream place. We all hate it when people do that, wait 20 minutes to get ice cream and then stammer over the flavor. I hated people who did that. But now, I had become one of those people. My face burned with shame as I rapidly scanned the ice cream boards. “Uhhh….! Uh…!” My stammering grew in embarrassment.
“It's okay,” said the bored teen behind the counter. “Everyone does this sometime,” she drawls. “Just hurry it up.” Her polished silver ice cream scoop idly shifts around her hand.
“I can't decide,” I whisper, my face hot.
“Well, we have some special flavors today,” the teen whips out a shiny menu. “Just for today, March 3rd, we have three new flavors. Galaxy, Fire, and Pierced Skin.”
“Eeewww, Pierced Skin?” I blurt out without thinking. That sounds disgusting. Why would anyone eat that?
The girl raises a brown eyebrow.
“Sorry, sorry, I'm sure some people like it,” I mutter, quickly ordering a scoop of it to show how accepting I am of all ice cream flavors. “And a scoop of Galaxy, and a scoop of Fire, too, please.” I order, handing her fifteen dollars. “Keep the change,” I say, then hurry away.
“It's only two dollars a scoop!” She calls back, but takes the money.
After I receive my bowl of ice cream, I grab a plastic spoon and dig in.
I should get Pierced Skin over with already. Wait..which is Pierced Skin? I only see a pretty blue/pink/purple- that must be Galaxy, a gorgeous blend of red, orange, and yellow- that must be Fire, and..a beautiful scarlet scoop? Suddenly, pieces fall together in my head. If you pierce skin..you get blood. So basically, I'm a vampire now.
It's probably animal blood, I tell myself quietly, then I bite, trying not to overthink it. It's… salty. Blood is salty. Of course. Otherwise, it's not bad, the salt just overpowers the tiny indescribable hint of flavor. I eat a few more bites, because it's pretty tolerable and I spent money on it, so I should finish it. The salt eventually becomes overpowering, so I shove some Fire in my mouth to even out the flavor without thinking.

help
it
burns

I have made a terrible mistake. My mouth is literally on fire, because THAT'S WHAT FIRE IS!! I am stupid to not have seen it sooner. After ordering a Fire-Cleansing Milkshake and gulping half of it down, I can feel my mouth again. Pierced Skin was a lot better. Ugh, who designed these new flavors? I poke Galaxy with dread.
What could it be? Terrible burning of supernovas exploding? Sticky like black holes pulling you in? Flavorless?
I close my eyes nervously, spoon with a tiny bit of Galaxy in one hand and clenched fist with Fire-Cleansing Milkshake in the other, and- JUST DO IT!- pops in my head, so I just lick the Galaxy.
Immediately, I set down the milkshake and shovel in the Galaxy. IT'S. THE. BEST. Blueberry, something purple, a hint of strawberry, whoever made the other two terrible flavors can be excused, because, WOW, Galaxy. It's all gone within minutes.

Bonjour, je suis la glace le plus bizarre dans le monde, puisque je suis fait de chaussette glacée. Les clients m’aiment beaucoup. L’un d’eux a un jour demandé à mon maître de quoi je suis fait. Alors, celui-ci lui explique tous les détails en disant :
_ Il est fait de chaussette. On commence à l’écraser petit à petit, ensuite on le met dans un bol de lait sucré ce qui lui donne une bonne saveur.
Depuis qu’il m’a gouté, mon maître est devenu milliardaire grâce à lui (je rigole bien sûr mais c’est juste que je voulais dire que suis très délicieux. Miam !) Depuis ce jour-là, ce monsieur a promis à mon maître de lui apporter plein de clients. A vrai dire, il a tenu sa promesse et voilà que les clients se doublèrent. Moi, j’ai un peu le goût de vanille et de raffaello, un mélange très demandé puisqu’il se compose des meilleurs parfums dont on n’a jamais connu dans le monde entier, (J’adore les moments quand je me remercie moi-même, ça me donne beaucoup de courage et de confiance en soi). Je ne vais quand même pas oublier mon cher voisin qui est fait de thé. Le thé c’est très délicieux. On se dispute toujours sur un simple verre de thé, c’est très rafraichissant et ce parfum est même plus demandé que le mien. Les clients venaient chez mon maître de tous parts et même de très loin pour goûter à ces merveilles. Yam, Yam, Yam. Mon pot avait le goût plus proche de celui du marshmallow que du thé. Evidemment puisqu’il est l’un des glaces les plus bizarre dans le monde entier. On fait tous les deux de tout notre mieux pour satisfaire notre maître monsieur Jean (ou plutôt tous les trois ). Je ne vous aie encore pas parlé de notre trio, moi, mon ami Charles qui est fait de thé et enfin Jaque qui est fait de chocolat. Non pas le chocolat que vous mangez quotidiennement. Mais alors comme est-il bizarre si il est fait de chocolat normale. Cet ami, est fait de chocolat Différente qu’on cueille dans la forêt enchantée qui risque de ne plus exister que dans les contes de fées. Bref, nous sommes un trio anormale et nous formons ensemble les trois moitiés d’un même. Bon, mon ami Jaque a le goût qui est entre le Kinder en gélatine et de de beure. Ça semble dégoutant, mais je vous jure c’est très délicieux. Promettez-moi de venir un jour nous goûter.

word count: 572
flavors: pink bubblegum, wind, and mango

In the chilling freeze of the harsh atmosphere, Mel sat on a roof, blowing a light shade of pink bubblegum from her lips. Strands of light brown hair were swept up and carried into the air by the wind. Her emotionless, dark blue eyes scanned over the quiet city like a hawk, looking for where her friends were. Suddenly, an expression of disgust mixed with confusion distorted her previously impassive face. With sweet flavors of the fruity bubblegum bursting in her mouth, Mel jumped off the building and soared into the cold night sky.
“Awesome,” she whispered to herself, smiling as the air beneath her feet solidified. Mel took off running, her extreme speed making her appear as if she was teleporting.
After a few seconds of flying against the sharp gusts of air, Mel quietly landed in a dirty alleyway, where she saw her friends, Abby and Don, being strangled by a dark-haired girl with a mango-patterned hoodie. Each of her hands were the size and color of a mango, with the red, orange, and yellow gradient noticeable between her fingers and wrist. The girl was glaring at the blonde girl and black-haired boy like they were her worst enemies. Both were struggling but could not escape her strong grasp.
In the shadows, Mel watched, the corners of her mouth tilted down in disappointment. How could her only friends be so weak?
Abby somehow managed to choke out a few words. “Mango – ice cream – I’ll pay!”
The mango girl raised her eyebrows and loosened her grip on Abby so that Abby fell to the ground with a loud and painful thump. She then looked at her right hand, opened it, and smirked as he clutched his throat, tears streaming down his pale face.
“You’re paying for my ice cream, too,” said the mango girl. “Blackie.”
Who calls people with dark brown hair “Blackie”? Mel’s nose scrunched up in revulsion. Oh, right! I’m here to help them…
The brunette jumped into action, pulling the mango girl into the sky and racing on solid air to a nearby ice cream shop she had seen while surveying the city.
“Flavor choice?” Mel asked the bewildered girl, who was blushing from the adrenaline and tight handhold. As the girl stammered, Mel blew a pink bubble with the now tasteless gum.
“Bubblegum – wind – mango!” The girl blurted out, sounding uncannily similar to Abby.
With speed only a cheetah could possibly have, Mel paid for four different flavors of large-sized ice cream and handed three of them to the mango girl. The last one, vanilla, was devoured in a single minute, in which the mango girl was still trying her best to comprehend what was happening.
Finished with her cup of ice cream, Mel traveled back to the alleyway and found her friends unconscious. She sighed and grabbed Abby and Don by the arm, determined to become stronger by doing so.
Stepping onto her usual staircase of solidified air, she grunted and carried the two useless bodies fireman-style all the way to the roof where she had been resting. Mel set up her backup tent, put inside a random mattress she found near a garbage compost, and dragged her friends onto the makeshift bed. As a true friend does, Mel sacrificed her only blanket for them to use. Happy that she and her companions were finally able to sleep, she tucked herself in her sleeping bag.

daily - march 3rd
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words: 422/300
ice cream flavors: dodo bird, eucalyptus, rock by @-vanillamochabear-

I walk to my local ice cream place, hoping to see any new, cool, interesting flavors. However, it’s further than I remember. Lack of memory, I guess.
Everything has changed since my last visit. The walls are painted another color, everything is out of place, and even the cashiers have changed. Well, I can’t complain, it’s not my ice cream shop and I don’t have the right to decide what to do with it.
Even so, I approach the cashier with a big smile.
“Hello!” I greet the new cashier.
“Hi! What ice cream flavor do you want today?”
“Do you have any new, cool, interesting flavors?”
“Yep! We recently received the first batch of Eucalyptus, Rock-”
“Mhm. Wait, what? Rock? How in the world does one make rock ice cream?”
“We don’t know. We only order the ice cream from the wholesaler.”
“Uh, okay. Do you have other new, cool, interesting flavors?”
“Yep! We have one that I bet you’ll like.”
“WHAT IS IT?!” I refrain from saying that out loud - I’m 100% positive that the cashier wouldn’t like me interrupting her. Instead, I say a much more polite “Ooh, what is it?”
“Our last new, cool, interesting flavor is… Dodo Bird!”
“What?! This is cannibalism! How dare you?!”
The cashier shrugged.
“What do you mean?” She asks.
I get out of the ice cream place and start running as fast as I can, when I notice the whole world is.. Different. But I have no time for this.
When I get home, I ring the bell. An old, scary woman opens my door.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, SMALL CHILD!? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE IMMEDIATELY!”
I run, I don’t know why I’m running from a woman that claims that my house is hers, but I run. I reach my friend’s house. I pant before ringing the bell of Ava’s house.
An old, scary man (that seems like the perfect couple for the woman living in my house), opens Ava’s door. He repeats the exact same words the woman said a few minutes ago.
“What in the world is happening to the world?!” I think while I run again.
I have no idea where I’m running to, but I keep running.
I reach an old, small cabin in a nearby forest. I spy through the window. There’s nobody there, fortunately.
I get in and relax a bit.
Instantly, though, a bear approaches me.
I run.
“Ahhhh!” I yell.
My mom instantly comes to my bedroom. “Alex, you had a nightmare.”

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Weekly #1

Part One: Poetry
300 words (exactly xD)


Poems:
Forest (Haiku)
Fantasy (Acrostic)
“learning” (Free verse)
Homey Horses (Tongue twister)
Hogwarts Houses (Lyrical)


rough, green leaves sway gently
wind chatters, gently brushing
the voice of the forest calls

Fantastical forests with no end
Always this world is in your daydreams
Normal’s never right here
Tarnished with a bit of magic
Always mythical
Songs echo through the air
Your ideal paradise is here

long hours spent
pouring over pages
does this really matter?
five days dedicated to a lost cause
are we supposed to be learning something here?
they’re acting as if we didn’t learn this last year
little do they know, i recall every lesson
and i’m pretty sure this has been said before
repeating it isn’t working
do they think there’s something we missed?
though long ago, before covid hit
i’m pretty sure we learned all about it

Homey home holds happy, homey, horses; Happily hoarding honeysuckle hearts.

Woah, woah, woah, woah, oh
Hogwarts has four houses
Houses where those founders once lorded
This is how you’ll be sorted:
First of all, put the sorting hat atop your head
It’ll tell you which house you belong in—yes, that’s what I said
This might seem a bit dramatic,
But yes, the hat is magic
It’ll sort you into the four houses that you’ll soon be in
Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin
Yes, yes, we all ooh in awe
The wisest kids belong in Ravenclaw
Don’t worry, if you aren’t the wisest, you’ll go in the sneaky, snaky Slytherin
Wits, cleverness, and finess, there’s still two more, more houses galore!
You’re brave, you say? Well, you belong in Gryffindor
Lions roar bravely, they’re very tough
There’s one more house, though it’s not as rough
The most underrated,
The loyal and the patient
They all belong in Hufflepuff!
Merlin’s beard, my young wizards and witches, are all you listening in?
The sorting shall now begin!



Part Two: Essays
510 words

Most kids in the United States barely have any lunch time or time to eat. They frantically scramble towards the lunch line, aiming to eat enough food before the bell rings. As they wait in line for their lunches, the time starts to tick by. Just as some students finally get to their table, plop down in their seats, and start to eat, the dreaded bell eventually sounds with a loud DING! Overall, with the long line, constant hustle, and bathroom breaks, multiple students in a slow moving line, and with around only twenty minutes to eat for lunch, it’s a disaster that leaves most students hungry for the rest of the day, since they didn’t have enough time to eat. This common dilemma has been experienced by many different students in American schools. So, should the lunch time be extended for these poor students? No, there are many other solutions. Some include prepared lunches, bringing lunches to multiple students’ classes instead, separating different lunch groups, and many others.
One reason why lunch time should not be extended in American school systems is because there are many different solutions for this common problem. Even if lunch time was extended, multiple class schedules would be messed up and harder to remember, and school would become longer than usual. Even the whole reason that lunch is around twenty minutes is so it doesn’t take up more of your class time or school time. For example, in the Scholastic Scope article ‘Facing Fear’, Kayla Boado, student in the American school system who also faces this issue, writes, “Add more grab-and-go meal options in the cafeteria. That would save kids from wasting so much time standing in line” (Boado 21). This text evidence obviously proves that there are also many different solutions to making lunch ‘longer’ without having to actually extend the time that is greatly needed. These lunch solutions can vary from staggering lunch or sending smaller groups of grade specific people out for lunch, instead of one large group of all grades. Lunches can also be prepared before school or brought to classes to avoid the long, tedious lines. Some other countries, such as China, have even more solutions from their school systems that we can also use. All in all, American schools’ lunch time should not be extended, because there are more solutions that can be possible to use instead of the confusing schedule switch that people would have to endure if the lunch time was extended.
In conclusion, the lunch time in American schools don’t need to be extended at all, because there are many other useful solutions for this common issue. These solutions can be used and provided instead of extending the lunch time and messing up the entire school’s schedule. Some useful solutions include preparing lunches, separating lunch groups by grade, multiple cafeterias, grab-and-go meals at the cafeteria, and much more that can be made. Overall, American schools’ lunch times don’t need to be extended, due to many other great solutions that can be used for this issue.



Part Three: Script Writing
702 words
REFERENCE WRITING (excerpt from The Three)

Fighter Girl approaches a table covered by a fraying tablecloth. Our footprints show through the dust on the velvet carpet as Cason and I follow her.
Fighter Girl then rests down in a grand chair beside the table and begins wiping bl0od off her kn!fe. The kn!fe’s silver blade is serrated at the edges, and the handle has a bunch of symbols I don’t recognize.
Her dark brown eyes flicker towards us, and I look anywhere other than her face to hide from her piercing stare.
“Uh, thanks,” Cason mutters before I can say anything. The girl’s eyes narrow.
“I save your life and you say thanks?” She says, clearly annoyed.
Fighter Girl will probably k!ll us if she realizes we weren’t worth saving. And after all, she must be one of the two.
So, I enter the conversation before Cason can talk. “Sorry, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I’m Bralynn. This is Cason.” I wait to hear her name, and she hesitates before uttering it.
“Mel Laurens.” I have a feeling she’ll c!t off my hand with that kn!fe of hers if I try to shake hers, so I don’t reach out for it.
“What is this place?” I ask, peering around the room.
“Oh, this?” Mel stops cleaning her kn!fe and gazes up at me. “A summer house of the king and queen. They seemingly forgot about it.”
It’s not hard to believe this used to be the rulers’ summer house. Who else could afford it?
Mel tucks her kn!fe away in her belt, then inspects us intently.
“Do you support the king and queen?”
Cason replies, “My parents were big supporters. But I don’t agree with them.” Mel nods slowly and waits for my answer.
“My family doesn’t support them, and neither do I.” Small words. It’s the truth, but I can feel Mel’s eyes boring into mine. I try to show no weakness, but then I remember what act I’m playing, so I squirm and scoot backward.
“Okay then, so since you two don’t support them, we can get through with a plan.” Perfect. I can summon monsters later, and it’ll be quick and easy. I can almost make out my master’s gloating face. But then I remember that they defeated them before. What if they stop them again?
Mel stands and guides us to a dining hall, her mud-splattered boots pounding against the velvet carpet.
The tables don’t have much dust on them, but I feel my skin crawling and I check if spiders are on my back, and this time it isn’t an act.
“So, you can fight?” I jump as I realize Mel’s talking to me, and my numb fingers finally register that I’m still holding onto my broadswxrd. It’s a gift from my master, but I do better with a sp*ar.
“Um, well, sort of.” I flashback to my terrible fighting.
I can see the corner of Mel’s mouth twitching, but it quickly stops and regains its normal composure.
“We never asked you where you came from,” Cason blurts out. I’m tempted to kick him. What does he think he’s doing?
Mel stops. “It’s a long story.” She looks away from us and I swear I identify tears in her eyes.
I find myself saying, “You can tell us.” I’m a little curious.
Mel delays before starting. “My parents were harsh. They didn’t care about me, and they had arguments every night.” I can nearly picture little Mel curling up in a corner.
“Then they divorced, and I couldn't handle it anymore. I knew it would happen eventually, but I wasn’t prepared for the real thing. Even after the divorce, my parents still acted like I was invisible. I—I ran away.” She takes a rattling breath.
“I roamed around before finding this place.” Mel gestures to the mansion. “I just happened to see monsters outside, and I followed them to you guys.” I have a feeling that she’s holding something in, but I don’t press the matter; I don’t want to get her upset.
“My life sounds kind of similar to yours.” Cason opens his mouth to say his long, tragic life story, but then we hear a crash.
We jump to our feet, alert. Mel draws her kn!fe and I draw my sw0rd. Then another crash comes, and I pinpoint where it’s coming from. I shakily point my hand south.
I try to look brave holding my broadsw0rd, but I’m trembling uncontrollably, so it's hard to believe.
Then the last crash comes and a dark shape hurtles towards us. I close my eyes to not see the sight. I overhear sounds of muffled voices. They try to yell for help, but it’s cut off before the words can come out properly.
A scratchy voice snarls, “You couldn’t evade me forever.” I finally find the courage to open my eyes and see Cason and Mel dangling in the air, carried by a horrific monster whose fanged grin sends a chill down my back.

The lights turn back on. BRALYNN, UNKNOWN, and CASON reappear on a different set—the ruins of an old summer house. It’s old and dusty, mostly run-down, but UNKNOWN doesn’t seem to care. UNKNOWN approaches a table, covered by a fraying tablecloth. CASON and BRALYNN follow her. UNKNOWN perches on the table and starts to polish her kn!fe.

CASON (softly): Uh, thanks.

?? (annoyed): I save your life, and you say thanks?

UNKNOWN gives CASON a murderous look, and starts to lift her kn!fe. CASON flinches. BRALYNN realizes that UNKNOWN might be dangerous.

BRALYNN (flustered, a bit scared): Sorry, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I’m Bralynn. This is Cason.

?? (hesitates before speaking): Mel Laurens.

Though MEL holds out her hand for BRALYNN to shake, BRALYNN is too frightened to accept it, worried that MEL will cut off her hand.

BRALYNN (questioning): What is this place?

MEL (stops cleaning her kn!fe and glances up): Oh, this? A summer house of the king and queen. They seemingly forgot about it.

MEL hesitantly puts her kn!fe away.

MEL (demanding): Do you support the king and queen?

CASON: My parents were big supporters, but I don’t agree with them.

MEL nods, as if she had faced a similar situation. She waits for BRALYNN’s answer. BRALYNN starts to speak a bit too quickly.

BRALYNN: My parents didn’t support them, and neither do I.

BRALYNN is not lying, but MEL is suspicious of her. MEL stares BRALYNN down. BRALYNN squirms and steps away from MEL, who looks away.

MEL: Okay then, so since you two don’t support them, we can get through with a plan.

MEL leads CASON and BRALYNN to a nearby room, the old dining hall. They all sit on the old, crumbling chairs around the dusty table. BRALYNN checks to see if there are spiders on her back.

MEL (to BRALYNN): So, you can fight?

MEL gestures to the broadsw0rd still on BRALYNN’s back. BRALYNN is a bit flustered.

BRALYNN: Um, well, sort of.

MEL starts to smile, but her face quickly changes back to a serious expression.

CASON (blurting out): We never asked where you came from.

MEL: It’s a long story.

MEL has a tear in her eye, and is biting her lip, as if trying to to cry,

BRALYNN: You can tell us.

The lights fade out. To the left of MEL, CASON, and BRALYNN, there is another set that is now faintly lit.

MEL: My parents were harsh. They didn’t care about me, and they had arguments every night.

On the set to the left, a little girl is curled up in a corner, while two people yell and argue around her. Their conversation is not audible, but it is clear that they are scaring young MEL.

MEL (Sad): Then they divorced, and I couldn't handle it anymore. I knew it would happen eventually, but I wasn’t prepared for the real thing. Even after the divorce, my parents still acted like I was invisible. I—I ran away.

The set changes, and the picture fades out. An older MEL than before reappears, eyes more serious and sad, clothes tattered. She holds her silver kn!fe, and she is sheltered in an alleyway, trying to sleep as the night starts to fall.

MEL: I roamed around before finding this place.

MEL gestures to the mansion around her.

MEL: I just happened to see monsters outside, and I followed them to you guys.

MEL is holding something back, but BRALYNN and CASON do not ask any questions about it. The lights on the left set flicker out.

CASON: My life sounds kind of similar to yours.

Before CASON can continue, a loud crash comes from somewhere on the set, shaking the entire stage. Everyone at the table springs to their feet.

MEL and BRALYNN draw their wxapons. BRALYNN is shaking uncontrollably from fear.

Another crash shakes the stage. A dark shape grabs CASON and MEL, who scream. BRALYNN is still on the ground, safe from the danger, but that doesn’t stop her fear.

MONSTER: You couldn’t evade me forever.

Lights turn on, and the MONSTER is revealed. It grins, fangs protruding from its lips. BRALYNN screams. The lights turn off completely, and the MONSTER laughs.



Part Four: Non-Fiction

Narrative
552 words

It seemed like a normal day. A perfect day, even. But that all changed once I got to my last period: science.

It would’ve been a great day in science, if it weren’t for the subsitute. I’m okay with the normal teacher, but this sub was even more annoying than the regular teacher. Everyone was talking and switching seats, while the sub would shush us louder than we were actually talking.

I, myself, wasn’t talking, because one, I don’t have any friends in science, two, I was finished with the assignment, and three, I didn’t care.

So, anyways, it was complete chaos in the classroom. People were talking about completely unrelated (and inappropriate) things while everyone moved from table to table, chattering. The sub tried to quiet us, but she gave up. I can’t blame her.

But that made it a lot more chaotic. I’m not really sure what she was doing, but she was definitely not paying attention.

A large group was going table to table—asking for answers. Seriously. Why can’t you get it yourself? The assignment was pretty easy, but I guess they were just easily.

I’d never consider myself a smart person, but apparently, everyone else thought I was.

The mob of girls (and some boys) made their way over to my table. They were louder than before—maybe because they were closer up.

“Hey! Hey!” They called to me. I looked up from my iPad.

“What?”

“Did you finish, Peggy?” (I’m editing out my name)

“Uh, yeah,” I said. I probably shouldn’t have said anything, but part of this group was people from my table that I sort of considered my friends before this time.

“Show us the answers!” They cried out.

“What do we do for problem six?” Another asked.

“TELL ME EVERYTHING!!”

Basically, harassment. I was completely overwhelmed, and I didn’t say anything. That was a mistake. Everyone continued to yell at me, and I realized it was getting pretty chaotic. Here’s a few example of what some people said:

“Tell me the answers, Peggy! I’ve known you since Elementary!”

“No, I knew her longer!”

“No, me!”

“No, me!”

And then my “friends”:

“We’re BEST friends, right, Peggy?? So tell me the answers!” Not really. I mean, all they did was just sit next to me.

Meanwhile, some guys were trying their hardest:

“Hey, you like me, Peggy, right? Tell me the answers.” Dude. This kid I’d only been partners with once. And we were forced. I’ve never even seen this guy more than once.

I was really overwhelmed and kind of scared. So I just sat there for a few minutes, and some people moved on to torture some more poor people.

But my table members stayed. The ones I considered my friends, remember? I didn’t want to share the answers, but they persisted.

I get things wrong sometimes—I’m not perfect. The fact that some people would even try to get answers from me—just completely pathetic.

Eventually, they moved on. I continued with my iPad. The teacher came back—but did not comment on the sub comments. Good.

Ever since then, I’ve kind of been considered a smart kid, though. When we were doing a review Kahoot, people at my table kept asking me for the answers, and I missed more of them than they did.

Sigh.



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Did you know that dogs are rumored to have a sixth sense? Five to ten minutes before their owners come home, the dog already knows. It may seem fantastical, but is proven. I visit my aunt’s dog around every day to feed her—and a few minutes before I come walking up, the dog is already barking.
Most dogs owned today are the cute, small kind—but did you know that these dogs are usually more vicious than bigger dogs? It’s because they’ve been trained in the past to be rat hunters, dog fighters, and much more. Small dogs, though cute, can be very dangerous, but this doesn’t count for some dogs. Some small dogs include Yorskshire terriers, Poodles, Maltese, and Chihuahuas. Overall, these dogs can be cute, but vicious.
Big dogs tend to be a bit more clumsy and kind. Some big dogs include Labrador retrievers, Golden retrievers, Great Danes, Dalmatians, and many others. These dogs are great family pets and are very good with kids, and are very smart.
Dogs are colorblind and can’t see most colors, so they mostly rely on their noses. Their noses are a lot more sensitive and powerful than humans’. For example, instead of smelling pizza like we do, they smell all of the ingredients in the food. Dogs don’t rely on looks for identifying people—they only rely on scent. They also rely on scents for communication with other dogs and information about someone, just from their scent. Dogs can even smell if someone has cancer.
Dogs’ tails are very important for communication. As most people know, when a dog is wagging it, but did you know that when a dog’s tail is in between its legs, it’s scared? Let’s imagine that a dog’s tail is your thumb. Without your thumb, you can’t really do anything. It’s the same with dogs. Most small dogs have short tails, which makes it harder to communicate with other dogs. Some dogs even had their tails cut at birth, though it’s unclear why.
Dogs can also have jobs. They can guide the blind or deaf, and can even visit hospitals to cheer people up. As I said earlier, dogs that can sense cancer can be very useful.
Overall, dogs are mans’ best friend and are a really important part of our lifestyles today. Dogs can be our pets, ‘work’ and have jobs, and much more. I hope you enjoyed learning about dogs!

Weekly #2

Part 1: Short Collaboration Story

My partner was @mabshurah
Link: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/30978477/comments/#comments-178159318

Part 2: Character


Name: Fayne “Fay” Monroe

Age: 14

Species: Human

Personality and Traits (200 words): She’s overconfident, talkative, and outgoing. She’s very obviously an extrovert, so she usually relies on people to guide her with things. She doesn’t like to open up with people she barely knows, though, so it takes her a long time to trust people. She only trusts her family, because they’re the people closest to her. She doesn’t have any friends because the first time she trusted someone, it didn’t go that well, so now she doesn’t trust anybody, except her family, of course. She’s very cautious and thinks about things a lot—such as “If I say this, will it impact the whole world?” And thinks a lot about the outcomes, very much of a dreamer. Her zodiac sign is Virgo. It means that she’s stubborn sometimes, but patient. She expects something big to happen in her life at any moment, but at the same time, she isn't prepared for it. She wants to think that she’s prepared, though she’s not. Though, really, she’s afraid of a change and doesn’t want a change from her usual life. She acts on the outside like she’s a normal everyday person, but she isn’t. On the inside, she’s bottling up all of her emotions.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths (207 words): She wants to have a good future and to have no regrets in her life. Fayne desires to be needed for one time in her life—as a way to compensate for all the times she’s relied on other people to help her. She hopes that her life won’t have to change, because she feels content about it at the moment. She also hopes that she won’t have to struggle much in times to come. Her strengths are that she usually thinks about things from every angle, analyzing it with detail and never underestimates herself, due to her overconfidence. She also is really good at mental math and knows a lot of random things she doesn’t really need to know, such as random facts that she spurts out all the time when she’s nervous, or when things are awkward. In school, she is really brainy and is usually the smartest one in the room. She’s a great rule follower and friend in general, because she always thinks about the outcomes of certain things. Plus, she likes to read and always finishes a book really fast, memorizing everything about it due to her photographic memory. Anything you need her to remember is always at the top of her head.

Dislikes and Fears (183 words): She doesn’t like being relied on, because she’s not the leader type. She mostly likes to hang back and follow orders. She dislikes things being awkward, sour candy, people who don’t look at something from every angle, hilariously dumb people, syrup, fish, slime, weird trends, too sweet things, doing things out of order, being afraid, roller coasters, and cringing at things she did many years ago as a kid. She’s afraid that she’ll be the last one living in her family, and no one will be at her funeral since everyone who loved her would be dead already. She’s also afraid that those who love her will abandon her and leave her all alone, which she can’t handle. So she tries to make each and every day have a plan—though it doesn’t always go as planned. She savors each day, every hour, every minute, and every second in her life, because she knows someday that it’ll be taken away from her. She dreads the coming day when everything changes—and is afraid she won’t know what to do in the future once it comes.

Part 3: Setting

- I used a word generator for this one—I decided to use pasture, heavily inspired by Satori Mountain in Breath of the Wild
- 425 words

The story is set in a glade, surrounding it is a wild forest. The forest is hushed and silent, with no birds chirping, the only sound being the howling wind. The forest itself is overgrown with moss and mystical plants, which glow in the dark. The glade is lush with bright green grass, leaves from the trees surrounding it, causing a dappled effect once the sun is out. Animals graze nearby under the sweeping branches of a curved tree similar to a willow, scattering glowing blue petals as the wind blows. The glade’s grass seems to grow back in a small amount of time, due to the nearby creek by the mythical tree that floods often. The animals found here only glow at the crescent moon, and can be seen from a far distance, glowing on the mountain where the forest is found. As of the current moment, it is dark, around 9:00 PM, and the moon is a sliver of its former glory. Instead of cattle and sheep grazing in the pastures, are mystical animals which glow the same color as the plants that surround the glade. The animals that graze here include deer with strange glowing vines around their antlers, small rabbit-like creatures with the same eerie glow, and a large animal that is shrouded with darkness, only distinguishable by large, glowing eyes. The animals seem to have respect for this specific animal—perhaps it is their leader? The mysterious hybrid animal is protected by these varying animals, and is spooked very easily. Most adventurers and tourists stop by the mountain to try to catch a glimpse of these glowing mythical creatures, but most scare the animals off, or are driven off by the animals themselves before even snapping a picture. The mountain’s name is Montagne Brillante, French for ‘Glowing Mountain’ since the French first discovered it in olden times. In the present, it is nicknamed Mount Brilla by nearby villagers. Most people rarely visit this area due to the bad conditions and the treacherous climb to get to the peak. Since the trees are so close together, they blot out any light, causing people to get lost easily. The average temperature is thirty degrees at daytime and can drop to around below zero at night. If you even manage to reach the peak, the animals could drive you off, or you could scare off the animals. The plants are also rumored to be extremely deadly or able to heal any illness, but they all look the same, so it’s hard to choose.

Part 4: Premise

- (Sort of) inspired by Spider-Man: Into The Spider Verse
- 157 words

Your character has always been practical, but when the thick veil that shields and twists the everyday terrors of your character’s reality is torn and lifted away from their eyes, everything in their world turns haywire, and your character’s world is drastically changed from the normality once found there. Different dimensions and realities clash together, chaos erupting on the streets as your character meets different variants of people they know and themselves. Your character starts to suspect and figure out the horrible truth about the world they think they know. How does your character handle this terrifying situation? Do they hide, freak out, buy and eat mangoes, throw a party, continue with their normal duties, or try to figure everything out? Write a story with your character’s reaction and a day in the life of the torn reality. Feel free to choose something other than the options previously listed, so it matches your character’s personality and traits.

Part 5: Bringing It Together

- 1063/1000 words
- Premise used
- Character used
- Setting used


“I’m sorry,” the bookstore owner said apologetically, “I can’t sell your books here. King’s orders.” She pointed to a sign on the wall with the updated rules. Near the bottom was ‘No poetry must be published in any bookstores’.

Kieran sighed. He’d tried for so long to campaign for his books to be sold—but of course, he’d chosen the wrong place to go on a working vacation. Aquatus barely even had any complexities. No Wifi, no iPads, no TVs. He’d tried asking about them, but the locals would just stare at him blankly. Clearly, they hadn’t been off the island before. And now Kieran was starting to give up so much that he didn’t even try to argue with her, which was one of his favorite things to do.

“While you’re here, you could browse some books, though,” the owner piped up, “I’m sure there’ll be something that could interest you.”

Kieran wanted to decline, but he decided that one browsing couldn’t hurt. Maybe he could figure out why there wasn’t any technology here.

As he browsed the shelves, he scanned the titles along the spines. He noticed some old classics, but nothing relatively new. He was about to give up when he spied a plain book with faded gold lettering printed on the side he couldn’t make out laying on the floor.

Kieran hated books being left on the floor. He bent over and picked it up, planning to slide it back on the shelf. He scanned one of the pages and nearly dropped the book.


KIERAN: I’m not sure I should go.

RACHEL: You should. Your poetry is amazing. It deserves to be read all around the world.

FINN: Yeah, your poetry’s great, dude. I love that poem about the—

RACHEL (interjecting): Finn, don’t embarrass him!

KIERAN (looking at his watch): I’m almost late for my flight.

RACHEL: Oh…come back soon, okay?

RACHEL walks over to KIERAN and embraces him.

KIERAN: I’ll try.

He’d had that conversation a few days ago, when he’d left for his trip. He could still see Rachel’s happy tears streaked across her red face.

But how was it in a book? He flipped to some pages a little before.

KIERAN is writing frantically on a desk.

His scribbles are barely readable. He looks up at the paper and scowls, throwing the paper off to the side. He continues to write, but sighs. He pushes in his chair and rubs his eyes, and slips back into his bed.

Kieran’s heart was beating quickly. He flipped back a lot more pages.

KIERAN has his head in a book. His glasses are slipping down his nose as he skims the pages.

FINN is beside him, also poring over the pages.

FINN: Can you turn back the page? I didn’t get the last bit.

KIERAN adjusts his glasses and flips back to the previous page.

KIERAN: Why are we studying? It’s a beautiful day outside.

FINN: Finals are in one week. I want to be prepared.

KIERAN: I’d rather sleep.

FINN, glancing over: Me too.

The memories flooded back to his mind. It was his life. He’d done all these things before. He could remember exactly what he’d said and done in those moments, and it was eerily accurate. Hands still shaking, he closed the book and examined the cover. The title was printed in big golden letters.

Kieran Reid

He dropped the book. The bookstore owner yelled from somewhere behind him. Kieran jumped.

“Try not to hurt my books too much, okay? And if you want anything, come up to the counter.” Kieran decided that he must’ve been hallucinating…yes, that was it. All those hours staying up late had done it for him. He tucked the book under one of the shelves.

As quickly as he could, Kieran rushed out of the bookstore without saying a proper goodbye.

✦

The next day, Kieran woke up at the hotel. It was definitely a dream, but he still wanted to check.

He went back to the bookstore. Instead of the owner, it was a different lady, with bright red lipstick. He walked right past her and bent down to see where he’d hidden the book. It was gone.

So it was just a dream.

He calmly proceeded from the store, shielding his eyes with his hand from the sun—was it always that bright?—and kept on walking. Maybe today he’d get back home and campaign somewhere else. He kept his eyes on his feet.

Kieran was jumpy at the littlest noises. Some music was playing too loud, but he wasn’t really paying attention to who was playing it. He didn’t look up.

Something like a microphone adjusting came from around him, but he couldn’t see it anywhere. All the while, the sun got brighter. He looked up, annoyed, and realized it wasn’t the sun at all. It was a spotlight, right above him. He looked down and realized he was on a stage.

“Mic check, mic check.” A voice echoed from below him. Flashing lights were blinking below him. He was pretty high up.

He realized the lights weren’t just lights—they were the flashing of phones, which belonged to an audience. All around him were people setting the stage. They placed street lights and other objects around him, until it matched the scenery he had been in previously. When he tried to walk, he realized he was on a treadmill, so he didn’t move at all. Behind him was a screen that moved with him.

Suddenly, an ensemble of some sort started to frolic around him, singing.

“Oh, oh, the happy life, trying to get your books on sale,” Kieran tried to run, but he couldn’t do it. It was as if he couldn’t affect anything. As if it was already planned. “oh, oh, the store owner declines, he shall not prevail.”

The ensemble circled around him, singing and oohing some more, until they got into a complicated position. The audience roared and clapped.

The ensemble ran backstage.

Kieran blinked. The curtains started to close, and Kieran’s treadmill slowed. A lady with a clipboard walked by him.

“Is the show over?” He asked weakly. The clipboard lady laughed.

“Barely. We’re only on act twenty-four. It only ends when the show is over, don’t you know that?” She laughed louder than before, and slipped backstage.

But when the show was over…would he die?

Weekly #3

Part One: Inspiration from Music

Piece #1 (Music): Based on ‘On The Inside’ Instrumental Version by Laureli Amadeus

- 504/400 words
- !! TW: small mention of death !!

Tick, tick, tick.
As I sit around here, waiting in the silence
The words are still ringing through my ears
I’m still watching through the cracks in the walls, always on surveillance
Still holding back my silent tears.
Tick, tick, tick.
The small sounds in the foreground used to annoy me,
But now I don’t really mind.
Nothing seems very amis,
I only really wish that I could just rewind.
Tick, tick, tick.
(Side, side, side, side)
On the inside
I just wish that we could all rejoice
On the inside
I wish that we could make a choice
Cause’ on the inside
I’m still holding on to my nearly broken voice
“Oh, hush now, it’s time for bed.” I can hear them,
“Oh, I hope he’s still alive—”
On the inside
Oh, at least I’ll be remembered on the inside.
On the inside (side, side, side, side)
Tick, tick, tick.
The small noises travel through and through,
One end through the other
I wish I could shut it off, oh, oh, oh.
But here comes another.
“Do you still hear him in your dreams?”
“I wish I could remember them…”
Tick, tick, tick.
As I sit here,
I’m still all alone
It still isn't clear
I wish I could’ve known…oh, oh, oh.
Oh,
Because I regret every moment
Oh,
Spent without a single movement
Oh,
I just wish that I could rewind
Before a time where everything was always put behind…
Me. Me. Me.
Me. Me. Me.
They always blamed it on me.
“The black sheep, the scapegoat,” They whispered, thinking I wasn’t listening. “He’s probably not lonely.”
“Stay away from him, he’s the one who reads future through tea.”
Though, really, I just tried to be me.
Me. Me. Me.
Me. Me. Me.
Me, me, me…
Oh, oh, oh
We always wanted to be…
Oh, oh, oh
We always wanted to be…
Oh, oh, oh
We always wanted to be…
Happy.
We always wanted to be…
Together.
But on the inside
Oh, I just wish we could all rejoice
On the inside
Oh, I wish that we could just make a choice
Cause’ on the inside
I’m still holding on to my nearly broken voice
I can hear them still,
Singing lullabies about sleeping on a hill.
It’s green, and covered in flowers
They sing for a couple of hours
At least I’ll stay alive—
On the inside
Oh, at least I’ll be remembered on the inside.
On the inside (side, side, side, side)
Tick, tick, tick.
Sometimes I just wanna snuff out that flickering candle,
Give up on trying to feed that small light that I still can’t handle
Sometimes I just wanna see the light
But I eventually give up on trying to make things alright.
I keep trying to cover up the past, building steadily, brick by brick
But I can’t even carry a single stick.
Tick, tick, tick…
(On the inside…side, side, side)
Tick, tick, tick.
(A small sound of a candle being blown out stops the song)

Piece #2 (Story): Based on ‘Avengers: Endgame' Main Theme by Alan Silvestri

- 539/400 words
- It switches POV between different people (after the —)

We’d won. At least for now. The tr0ops had surrendered, their general taken prisoner. Hopefully the w!r would end soon.

I brushed the sweat from my forehead and shook hands with the other tr0ops. They looked wary, but everyone joined in. It oddly reminded me of a soccer game I’d had when I was younger.

“Good news,” our general said in a gruff voice, “the Government is coming to congratulate us.”

He didn’t sound very happy about it, though. I looked over, but he didn’t meet my gaze. He was focused on a shape at the horizon—an official government helicopter.

What followed was the chopping of helicopter blades. Everyone plugged their ears as the helicopter landed.

A nice looking official stepped out, wearing a white suit. That seemed appropriate, because we were all covered in mud. He took out a clean, white paper and started reading it in a squeaky voice.

“The Government is very proud of your bravery in defeating the Loncemasters. An Awards ceremony will take place in Washington D.C.”

Everyone stayed silent for a moment. Someone in the back said, “All of us aren’t gonna fit in that helicopter.” Everyone else nodded, murmuring among themselves.

“Yeah. That’s great, because you won’t be going in this helicopter.” He smiled a wicked smile. “I just distracted you enough to let them get away.”

Everyone turned and saw that the tr0ops were gone. Footprints were left in the mud.

“Goodbye!” The ‘official’ smiled again and climbed back into the helicopter. We could’ve sh0t him down, if we had anything left. So, we just watched him fly away.

—

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I whisper to the general. He looks at me as if I’ve been under a rock for the last few days.

“It’s the only way to win the w!r,” He said simply. Then he yelled to the arxy, “March with pride! They need reinforcements. Gxns loaded, arm0r in check.”

“Yes, sir!” They yelled back faintly.

“I can’t hear you!” He yelled back. Sometimes the general reminded me of my old PE teacher. Boy, that was a long time ago. Before the w!r.

“YES, SIR!” They repeated, louder. Then they started arranging themselves into battle positions. The general looked down and scowled at me.

“Well, what are you doing, Robinson?” He barked. “I need you to organize the tr0ops.”

“Yes, sir.” I replied, and slipped into the field of men, all waiting for orders.

“March, I told you!” He grunted. Everyone started marching. It wasn’t very in sync, since everyone was tripping over each other, but the general didn’t seem to mind. He led us forward, holding our flag above his head. It rippled in the wind.

We heard the chopping of helicopter blades. Then we saw the arxy on the horizon—watching it fly away.

They turned and saw us marching. Some of them stifled laughs, but one of them yelled to me,

“Sh0ot down the helicopter!” We looked at him oddly, but I took my gxn out. I lined up the sh0t, and hit it perfectly. It expl0ded in the sky.

“What now?” Someone asked.

“We need to capture their tr0ops,” another replied, “they escaped. Follow the footprints.”

“Okay.” the general said, “March!”

Part Two: Inspiration

- Inspiration from Ocarina of Time/The Hero of Time’s (depressing) life
- Pantoum poem
- 713/700 words

The Hero of Time

As she starts to play the song,
My hands begin to shake.
This moment feels so wrong,
As my heart starts to break.

The time lost remains
As she starts to play the song
The notes ring through my brain
This moment feels so wrong

Years trapped in my cage
The time lost remains
As I return to the stage
The notes ring through my brain

The familiar tune lulls
Years trapped in my cage
The timeline pulls
As I return to the stage

She tries to hold back her tears
The familiar tune lulls
The timeline pulls
As I am given back my lost years

I want to be a hero
She tries to hold back her tears
But now I’m back to zero
As I am given back my lost years

Another lost friend
I want to be a hero
But now I’m back to zero
Is this truly the end?

Years spent alone
Another lost friend
The tune still rings as I moan
Is this truly the end?

Another fever dream
Years spent alone
I wish I could know what it means
The tune still rings as I moan

Years spent searching
Another fever dream
Why am I still searching?
I wish I could know what it means

The months turn to years
Years spent searching
Why am I still searching?
As I return back to tears

All my achievements erased
The months turn to years
I wish I could be replaced
As I return back to tears

All my achievements erased
I wish there could be a new hero, a new timeline
I wish I could be replaced
I wish there was a one who didn’t have to live a life like mine.

As I wither to bones
I wish there could be a new hero, a new timeline
I rest by the stones
I wish there was a one who didn’t have to live a life like mine.

As I wither to bones
I try to whisper at my final breath
I rest by the stones
As I delve into death

I try to whisper my final breath
Buried near the trees
As I delve into death
Here comes a soft breeze

Buried near the trees
Navi, I can hear you whistling
Here comes a soft breeze
Yes, I’m listening

Navi, I can hear you whistling
You used to be so annoying
Yes, I’m listening
But now I’m longing

You used to be so annoying
Repeating everything
But now I’m longing
Just to hear your voice lingering

Repeating everything
Wishing that I hadn’t been sent back
Just to hear your voice lingering
Regretting the feats I’d left behind

Wishing I hadn’t been sent back
Seeing the new hero grow
Regretting the feats I’d left behind
As my child starts to go

Seeing the new hero grow
Caring for Epona, whistling Malon’s song
As my child starts to go
I start to hum along

Caring for Epona, whistling Malon’s song
He seems so familiar
I start to hum along
Like a faint whisper

He seems so familiar
I see me in him
Like a faint whisper
He’s my kin

I see me in him
The same name I used to carry
He’s my kin
Plucking every berry

The same name I used to carry
Link, I try to say.
Plucking every berry
He’ll find out soon, he may

Link, I try to say
But he ignores my call
He’ll find out soon, he may
As my gaze starts to fall

But he ignores my call
He continues his training
As my gaze starts to fall
The whole journey is paining

He continues his training
Learning of the forest and its dangers
The whole journey is paining
As he starts to learn of more dangers

Learning of the forest and its dangers
He learns to fight
As he stats to learn of more dangers
I start to regain my sight

He learns to fight
Swiftly and quickly
I start to regain my sight
He doesn’t look as sickly

Swiftly and quickly
He slashes with coordination
He doesn’t look as sickly
I start to think of other generations

He slashes with coordination
This moment feels so wrong
I start to think of other generations
As she starts to play the song

Part Three: Delving into Themes

- I will be refining my story from part two (The Hero of Time). I tried to convey the theme “Fortune doesn’t always favor the bold”
- 1135/1000 words

The Hero of Time (Refined ver.)

The ground begins to shake
Ganon heaves his final breath
The sages seal him in, promising it’ll never break
He curses us all as he falls into the realms’ depths

Ganon heaves his final breath
As I clutch the Master Sword
He curses us all as he falls into the realms’ depths
The man sealed, once a lord

As I clutch the Master Sword
Zelda blinks back tears
The man sealed, once a lord
She says, “I’m going to give back your years.”

Zelda blinks back tears
Not understanding words
She says, “I’m going to give back your years.”
Her lips move, but no words are heard

Not understanding words
As she beckons to me
Her lips move, but no words are heard
Her hand outstretched towards me

As she beckons to me
Words start to spill, shaking with grief
Her hand outstretched towards me
It doesn’t sound very brief

Words start to spill, shaking with grief
She wants the instrument
It doesn’t sound very brief
A lot can happen in a moment

She wants the instrument
I slip it out of my pouch
A lot can happen in a moment
I hold the ocarina, give it one last touch

I slip it out of my pouch
Zelda has tears in her eyes
I hold the ocarina, give it one last touch
As she says her last goodbyes

Zelda has tears in her eyes
When she starts to play
As she says her last goodbyes
She says there isn’t another way

When she starts to play
I recognize the lullaby, the nostalgia filling my ears
She says there isn’t another way
I’ll have to go back years

I recognize the lullaby, the nostalgia filling my ears
Her tears are silent, but there
I’ll have to go back years
The wind blows my hair

Her tears are silent, but there
The world starts to brighten
The wind blows my hair
As the day starts to lighten

The world starts to brighten
Until it turns a painful white
As the day starts to lighten
I can’t believe it’s this bright

Until it turns a painful white
The song rings through the air
I can’t believe it’s this bright
The struggles are too much to bear

The song rings through the air
As the light starts to dim
The struggles are too much to bear
I can see him

As the light starts to dim
Ganondorf starts to speak
I can see him
Cursing me, saying I’m weak

Ganondorf starts to speak
As the world begins to spin
Cursing me, saying I’m weak
He says that there will be more of his kin

As the world begins to spin
It comes back into focus
He says that there will be more of his kin
I just want no more hocus pocus

It comes back into focus
The time has turned
I just want no more hocus pocus
I’m back in the temple, nothing learned

The time has turned
Navi starts to flutter
I’m back in the temple, nothing learned
My only friend, we’re bread and butter

Navi starts to flutter
We stay there, silent, for a second
My only friend, we’re bread and butter
I thought she would stay, at least I reckoned

We stay there, silent, for a second
Then Navi starts to hover
I though she would stay, at least I reckoned
But Navi flies away, there goes another

Then Navi starts to hover
I grab at the air, trying to catch her
But Navi flies away, there goes another
I’m too slow, she’s gone, leaving the dust that always follows her

I grab at the air, trying to catch her
All my achievements erased
I’m too slow, she’s gone, leaving the dust that always follows her
It’s like I have been replaced

All my achievements erased
Back to square one
It’s like I have been replaced
He was right, I don’t belong. I’m done

Back to square one
Nowhere to go
He was right, I don’t belong. I’m done
I watch the river flow

Nowhere to go
The forest doesn’t let me in
I watch the river flow
No one will help me find Navi again

The forest doesn’t let me in
Not a Kokiri or hero
No one will help me find Navi again
I can only warn Zelda

Not a Kokiri or hero
But I have to try
I can only warn Zelda
I hope she doesn’t pass me by

But I have to try to warn them all
Will the timeline repeat?
I hope she doesn’t pass me by
Or will they ignore me since I’m too small?

Will the timeline repeat?
I think as I try to reach her now
Or will they ignore me since I’m too small?
I hope they will believe me, at least for now

I think as I try to reach her now
I have to warn them about Ganondorf, of his evil plots
I hope they will believe me, at least for now
Otherwise Ganondorf destroy Hyrule and other spots

I have to warn them about Ganondorf, of his evil plots
I tell the guards that I must see the king
Otherwise Ganondorf will destroy Hyrule and other spots
They laugh and jeer, saying I will see the king

I tell the guards that I must see the king
They take me to the throne room
They laugh and jeer, saying I will see the king
He listens to me, though he’s mostly interested in the loom

They take me to the throne room
I see the young Zelda, intent on my subject
He listens to me, though he’s mostly interested in the loom
Ganondorf is to be brought before the family for interrogation as a suspect

I see the young Zelda, intent on my subject
I try to explain clearly as I can
Ganondorf is to be brought before the family for interrogation as a suspect
I try to include my knowledge about his plan

I try to explain clearly as I can
About how I knew about Ganondorf and his schemes
I try to include my knowledge about his plan
But Ganondorf escapes the next day as everyone cleans

I explain about how I knew about Ganondorf and his schemes
Trying to touch on Navi and how important she was to me
But Ganondorf escapes the next day as everyone cleans
The family agrees to help me find Navi

Trying to touch on Navi and how important she was to me
I still think about all my feats erased
The family agrees to help me find Navi
How I can’t belong anywhere anymore, replaced


I still think about all my feats erased
The ground begins to shake
How I can’t belong anywhere anymore, replaced
The sages seal him in, promising it’ll never break

Weekly #4

Part 1:

1st Character:

- 10 of Spades (40 - 60 age range, extrovert)
- 377/300 words on this character

My first character is named Amelia Cain. She is forty-one years old and is an extrovert. Amelia is obsessed with fashion and loves to design clothes. She is a fashion designer and a part time model. She likes to pretend that she’s a lot younger than she actually is. If you start a conversation with her, she usually will critique your tastes and conversation topics. She is incredibly annoying to most people, and always acts like she’s fine having no friends, but in reality, because she’s an extrovert, she has hard times spending days not socializing, so she exchanges it for making arguments with other people. Her motive is to live the rest of her life with no regrets and lay back and bask in the glory. She is planning to retire soon, but she has to pursue her dreams before that happens. Amelia never likes to leave anything unfinished. She’s a total neat freak and likes to wear lots of jewelry, especially ones with expensive jewels. She wears a ring even though she doesn’t have a significant other in her life. She usually likes to avoid people who don’t meet her standards. Though she already has lots of talent, she plays it up a lot by bragging and showing off her designs each day. Her company is called Cainjewel (CJ), and most of her employees barely get a break. She was always pressured as a kid to be the best version of herself by her parents, and some of that has stuck on into adulthood. Her fashion style is clean and simplistic, with expensive accents and matching accessories. Her family had a great wealth which she inherited from her father, Bruce Cain, who was a genius of his time, deceased. Her mother is Andrea Walters-Cain, who is a former Broadway star and actress, though now she’s mostly retired. Amelia is afraid of disappointing her parents and ruining their legacy, so she always pushes herself a bit too hard when doing anything. She has shiny bronze-colored skin, natural black hair (which she dyes to hide gray streaks), and dark brown eyes. She uses a lot of hair, skin, and many other products to become the “best version” of herself. She usually wears very heavy makeup and dresses.

2nd Character:

- Jack of Hearts (40 - 60 age range, ambivert)
- 356/300 words

My second character is named Donovan Diterra. He is fifty-seven years old and is an Ambivert. Donovan is a mentor to Amelia and is a great name in fashion design. He is one of Amelia’s first teacher whom she holds dear. Donovan is a very elegant and distinguished man who doesn’t hide his age very much. He slicks back his silver hair with gel, is clean shaven, and has light skin from staying inside to work on designs. He usually wears flashy, expensive suits. Ever since Donovan was a child, he had a passion for fashion. Instead of participating in sports, he would spend most of his time drawing. His dad would scold him on this behavior and forced him to play soccer, while his mom tried to stand up for him. He was never given any paper to draw with. He was a daydreamer and doodled in class, so he got in trouble a lot. By the time he was in high school, his parents divorced and Donovan was sent to boarding school. At the school, he became professionally interested in art and went to art school. It was there that he learned that he loved to draw fashion and clothes, so he spent most of his time in school sketching out clothes ideas like he used to. Soon, his teacher figured out Donovan had different talents than needed in art school. Once Donovan graduated, the teacher suggested him to the fashion company with a boss whom they knew. Donovan became a student there and designed fashion. He took the boss’s place once they retired, and soon met Amelia. He could relate with Amelia, who was around twenty at the time and also had a similar passion. She also had divorced parents, though at a younger age than he had. He taught her everything he knew, and soon enough, Amelia was a model and designer. Donovan loved Amelia like a daughter and related with her struggles on never really knowing her father. Donovan took on Amelia as his secretary and person assistant in the fashion industry. Donovan followed Amelia to start her new company, Cainjewel.

Setting

- Light blue & brown (colors given)
- 151/150 words

The sky is a light cerulean blue, with no clouds in the sky. The ground is brown from dirt, since the grass had been burned off in a previous fire. California is known for its fires, but luckily, it is a clear and sunny day, a bit humid, but it’s the usual. Upon the rolling brown hills sits an elegant building with the letters CJ glittering on the top. The logo is for Cainjewel’s fashion industry. The building itself is a light blue that nearly matches the sky. The parking lot is crowded with people and fancy cars as celebrities and millionaires gather to see the fashion show. There is a hint of excitement in the air, as they discuss Cainjewel’s newly released series—called the Sunjewel. The building is secluded from other buildings. There is a gate in front of the parking area that only allows the invited guests to enter.

Free Write
- 408/400 words

“Is everything ready?” I asked as I paced around the room. I glanced down from my window, feeling my pulse increase as I saw everyone getting out of their cars. I hoped that I’d dressed well enough for the occasion.

“Honestly, Amelia, you don’t need to worry yourself,” Donovan chuckled, seated in one of the armchairs at my desk, “you won’t even be on the stage.”

I sighed with exasperation. “That’s not the thing worrying me.” I instinctively put my hand to my mouth to bite my nails, but I realized that I’d probably get sick if I chewed on my specially painted yellow nails.

“Then what is?” Donovan murmured, taking a sip of coffee. His warm brown eyes glinted in the sunlight.

“What if they don’t like me?” I blurted out. Then I added quickly, “Or my designs?”

Donovan stood up, also looking out the window.
“I used to worry like you”—he said—“but you don’t need to. You’ve already created an amazing design. You don’t need to worry about popularity.”

Reluctantly, I nodded, but I could still feel a sinking feeling in my gut.

“We should get downstairs.” Donovan noted as he turned away from the window. “They’ll be waiting for us.”



“Why do we have to take the stairs?” I complained. My feet were already aching in my tight shoes, and I did not want to be a red mess once I saw the guests.

“Everyone today takes elevators for privilege” was all he said.

I grumbled to myself, but I kept going. Soon enough, the exit door was in my reach. I threw it open, and we appeared backstage.

A lady with a clipboard came up to us immediately.

“So,” she said, chewing gum in between words, “Donovan will go on first and introduce Amelia, and then we’ll get to the show. Donovan, you should be out in a few minutes, and Amelia can prepare here. Your speeches are on the screen—just read it normally and don’t chicken out.”

“Thanks…” I glanced down at her name tag, “Julia.” Julia smiled, popping a bubble with her gum.

I gave a thumbs up to Donovan, who didn’t look that nervous. He straightened the yellow rose on his lapel and disappeared into the crowd of workers.

Julia pointed behind her, where my preparation room was. I stepped over to the room with my name printed in cursive.

I swung open the door to meet my attendants.


Part 2:

- Include a very long to do list
- Have a character go on a rant about the good old days
- Give a character an object they always keep with them
- Include three similes and a metaphor in what you’ve written so far
- Something completely expected happens, which surprises everyone
- Have one of your characters receive a note

Part 3:

- 1097/1092 words

“Amelia!” They cried out in unison. They smiled and managed to hug me before I realized what was going on. I stepped out of their arms and examined them.

There were three of them—one for hairstyling, makeup, and clothing, I assumed. They didn’t seem very fashionable, but I couldn’t object.

They ushered me towards the chair, and I plopped onto it. I glanced down at the table and caught a glimpse of a long to-do list:


Dress preparations
Hairstyling
Makeup
Touch ups
More hairstyling
More makeup
Touch ups
Go to work
Prepare for work
Clean
Prepare for Amelia
More preparing
For Amelia (below)
Dress preparations
Hairstyling
Makeup
Touch ups
More hairstyling
More makeup
Touch ups


One of the attendants snatched it up before I could read the rest. Then they got to work. I’d already put on my dress, so they brushed my hair quickly, leaving it down. They split up, taking on different jobs.

It went by almost too quickly. Three professionals splitting up, doing what they did best—it took shorter than I expected. Soon enough, they were doing more touch ups.

“There!” One squeaked. She wheeled my chair around so I could look in the mirror.

Everything matched perfectly with the dress—since I’d decided on a sun theme for this summer, everything was supposed to be themed after the sun and summer activities. My yellow-orange dress was light and easy to wear, with a dress shorter than my usual style. Everything about me was vibrant—my dress, face, and accessories. My face had a little less makeup with orange and yellow touches to match the theme. My hair was nice, but not too distracting from the dress or my face. I’d even put on some sun earrings for the occasion.

“Amelia, you’re up in two minutes.” I heard from my earpiece. I nodded to my attendants and stepped out of the room.

I was already waiting behind the curtains, but I cringed at what Donovan was saying. Oh boy.

“—it makes me miss the good old days sometimes. They were good. And old. We were so free back then, so ignorant about the brightest things…” he trailed off, as if he was hearing something in his earpiece, “some of them even being the sun, which we’ve been focusing on today.”

I tuned out the rest. In my earpiece, I heard, “Sorry, Amelia. You’ll have to wait a few more minutes.”

Donovan kept droning on and on and off topic, as I tried to practice how I would smile. I put my lucky jewel in my matching purse and took some deep breaths. Then, I listened a bit to his sentences. I knew my cue was coming up soon.

“—that’s how I learned to not walk in the middle of the street. We’ve learned a lot of things now, but I’m sure you’ll learn a thing or two from our designer Amelia Cain!”
The curtains on my end opened, and I stepped out. The lights themselves were like blinding suns. I could barely see where I was walking, but I hoped I didn’t trip.

The lights dulled a little as the audience roared like hungry lions. Clapping came from the crowd as I stepped over to Donovan, who handed me the microphone. It took all of my courage to not look down. The stage was pretty high up.

Instead, I glanced up at the screen, where my script was on.

“Thank you, thank you.” I read. The audience fell silent as I, the new sun in the room, continued to read off the script. “I would like to finally introduce you all to my new design, based on the summer sunshine. You would wear this to a fancy beach party or to cool off in the humidity.”

As the crowd cheered, I felt something fluttering deep inside of me—was it excitement? No, it was an exhilarating feeling of adrenaline. It felt that I’d just gulped down a cup of caffeine.

I continued to read off the script, “As you all know, this new series is called Sunjewel. The colors included in this specific design are mostly warm colors, with vibrant contrast and even bolder colors.” I paused as the words scrolled down ever so slowly. “And our first design completely captures this type of essence: Sunkissed!”

The model stepped out on the runway, faintly lit by the sun inspired spotlights. The crowd gasped, quickly starting to clap with excitement. The model strutted down the catwalk, and was illuminated by the brilliant orange of the spotlight.

The audience oohed and awed as the model came into view. Even I let out a small gasp. The model was a perfect fit for the design. Her dark skin was tinged orange from the light, catching the luster of her rose-tinted glasses. Her black hair was short and stylish, with a slight curl at the end. Her dress was a bold shade of orange, ending a little above her knees. The dress itself had thin straps for the sleeves and a waistband embroidered with yellow flowers. Even though I’d designed it, it still took my breath away as I watched the model tip her sunglasses. Her skirt swished as she turned.

Millions of cameras flashed violently, trying to capture pictures of the design. The model disappeared offstage.

“For our next design, it’s a more fancy choice for parties and get-togethers: Sunset!” As the model started to walk down the runway, suddenly the clipboard lady came up and handed me a note, quickly jogging away.

I scanned the note quickly.

There’s a bit of a problem backstage. Could you distract the crowd for a minute?

A problem? I didn’t have problems in my shows. If anything was shown to the public like this…no, I couldn’t handle the shame I’d be sitting in a pool of. I had to make sure the audience wouldn’t be suspicious.

But I had to take a risk. I could outright tell the audience there was an issue and talk with them for a few minutes, but I was nervous about messing up. How could I cover it up? I’d have to describe the next design in even more detail to let everyone in the room think that we were still getting ready. Again, I didn’t even know what the problem was.

Donovan looked over to me. I showed him the note, and his face turned sober—and maybe even a bit anxious.

“I’ll take care of it.” He whispered, almost running backstage.

As the model disappeared, I felt myself starting to panic. How would I cover this up?

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