encanto fanfic part 3 (243 words)

“Bruno. Tío.” Dolores touched her uncle’s shoulder. “I need your help,”
“In what?” Bruno asked. “Paving cracks?” He let out a broken quiet chuckle. The death of Abuela had not affected him as much as the other Madrigals, since she basically mocked him and was the cause of his disappearance.
“Not that,” Dolores Madrigal forged on. “Can you see my future? I know everyone overreacted about it, but that was almost fifteen years ago. I need another future.”
Bruno stared. He had not used his power in decades. He was just a tired old man.
“No,” he said firmly. “I’ve given up my power ever since Mirabel revived the casita. Don’t you see?” he burst out, flinging his arms out. “It was my power that led to Mirabel’s investigations, the fall of the house, everything!”
“I understand, Tío,” Dolores said gently. “But Mariano and I..we’re having a baby.”
Bruno froze. His outstretched arms slowly became limp, falling back to his sides. “Still..no. I can’t…”
“Please?” Dolores could feel him being won over. “You see, we just want the best for little Robert. We need to find out if there are dangers ahead for him,”
“R-robert?” Bruno stammered. It was the only thing he could do- dumbly repeat what Dolores had said. His brain was whirling, trying to figure out some solution. His faded and patchy dark green robes had gone still.
“Please,” repeated Dolores, as gentle and caring and understanding as she could.

1) If you were going to visit the monuments for a day, how would you use the map and brochure to plan your day?
If I were to visit Washington D.C. for a day, I would park near Ulysses S Grant Memorial or the Capitol Building. I’d then go to the Mall. After that, I would head to the Washington Monument, then go down to the Thomas Jefferson Memorial. I’d then walk over to the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial. After walking up from there, I’d reach the Korean Veterans War Memorial, and then the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial. Finally, I’d go up from there, to the World War 2 Memorial, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, and stopping at the Lincoln Memorial. To get back, I’d take a boat on the Potomac River, then go to the Tidal Basin. Getting off the boat near the Thomas Jefferson Memorial, I would walk up near the Washington Monument and walk back through the Mall, the Ulysses S Grant Memorial, and the Capitol Building.
2) Which monument interested you the most? Give at least two reasons based on the information provided in the sources.
The two memorials that interest me the most are the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial, and the Lincoln Memorial. These two men tried to make everyone feel equal, which is something that I would like to try and do also. Abraham Lincoln worked hard to end slavery, and in the end he did. His memorial is beautiful, especially at night. Martin Luther King, Jr. wanted all people, of all colors, to be equal. King tried to end segregation, and wanted everyone, blacks and whites, to feel special. King even gave his famous “I have a Dream…” speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. I think that Lincoln and King were very important people to our country.
3) Imagine you are standing on the front steps of the Lincoln Memorial, facing away from the Memorial with your back toward Lincoln. Use details from the sources to describe what you see.
Looking out from the Lincoln Memorial, I see a small, little Washington Monument. Since the Washington Monument is about half a mile away from the Lincoln Memorial, the monument looks like a toy you would buy from the gift shop. In between the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument, the Reflecting Pool stretches more than 2,000 feet! At the end of the Reflecting Pool, sits the World War II Memorial, honoring all of the brave soldiers that died in the second World War. Then, about 1,000 feet away from the World War II Memorial, is the Washington Monument. The view from the Lincoln Memorial is amazing, especially during the night!

March 3rd Daily
Flavors: ocean,sunset,book

Ocean -

As i listen to the ocean waves crash and the water smash
i feel the wind on my back while i watch the sun set far down on the east
mother calls me in as it is my sisters wedding feast. We laugh and we sing
praise the lord for joyous things i see her twirl in her dress i got to be her bridesmaid that was the best,i get to wear a purple silk dress soft that i can hardly feel it on my body. I laugh and turn around to see something blocking my way,i look up to see the most beautiful creature i ever saw i step back to get a better look at.It was a tall majestic horse with the most gorgeous and it said these words to me “Sunset sunset were are you,
hiding in the clouds and evening dew
Sunset i want you to shine your light,
On the ground bellow and evening night.
Sunset sunset shine your light which is so bright
And gives me joy to look at the magnificent sunset sky.”
Then out of nowhere a giant flying book came out and read this story “ It was summer kia bright’s favorite season in the year,when the sun shined
and the flowers bloomed lighting up the street with bright colors,she
Inhaled deeply and let her nose take in all the smells.She turned the corner
and jumped back at the sudden voice that said “hey” “don’t do that !” she said trying to keep a straight face on but she couldn't.“Sorry didn't mean to scare you” it was raylyn her best friend since forever “you didn’t scare me you just startled me” she replied “and the difference is what exactly” he said with a smirk. “Your such a clown ray you know that right” she laughed,“why thank you dear lady,but i think a joker would suit me better as i am here for your amusement” he put on his poshest voice and bowed like a real gentleman. “Why thank you good sir” she also said in a posh voice,raylyn looked at her surprised,“wow you sounded like real royalty.”he said “you think” she said,she kinda thought she did to. ”.
Then in a flash they disappeared and i thought to myself what dose any of this have to do with each other then a small rabbit came out of a bush and said “they have nothing to do with each other”

426 words

Daily for March 3rd!
Word Count: 541 words
Flavors: Morning Dew, Campfire, and
Evening Breeze by: Dark_Nightshade13

It's about a girl who just moved into this city and discovers this ice cream store with some pretty interesting ice cream flavors.

I walked around the city searching for something to do. I had just moved here a couple of days ago and was exiting my 3 bedroom apartment ready to explore the new city. So far, I wasn't liking the move. I wished I was still back in the forest.

The city itself was quite mysterious and strange. Settled on a river end, the tall city of Halia towered over me. It was around 9:00 PM, I was glad a brought my jacket, the cold winter breeze brushed against my long hair. I glanced at the nearest store. An ice cream store called ‘randomness’. The ‘o’ in the name was shaped as an ice cream. what an odd name for an ice cream store, I wondered. I was curious so I entered and was greeted by a kaleidoscope of colors. Red, green, blue, and pink checkered walls greeted me. The tile floor was recently cleaned. A friendly looking woman smiled at me from behind the counter.

“Welcome to randomness! My name is Lila, we have a wide variety of ice cream flavors so please take your time!” She said cheerfully.

I thanked her and looked at the different flavors. Wow, when she meant wide she meant wide. There were many flavors like the classics, Vanilla, Chocolate and Strawberry, but there also were many exotic flavors like Morning Dew and Bubble wrap. I glanced at all the flavors. I guess I'll try something new and take a look at the exotic flavors, I thought. I glanced at the variety of flavors and settled on three, Morning Dew, Campfire, and Evening breeze. I think I mostly chose those flavors because it reminded me of home.

I told the kind cashier what I wanted and she prepared my order, I gave her a 5 dollar tip and had a seat at one of the many small tables. I glanced at the 3 ice cream flavors. Which should I try first? I decided to try the Campfire one first. I carefully spooned the ice cream into my mouth.

The light brown colored ice cream tasted strongly of s'mores and had a sweet taste to. It tasted amazing! I placed the campfire ice cream down and tried the Morning Dew one next. This one had a syrupy taste. Also sweet but plain in general. I spilled the gray ice cream, quickly cleaned it up with some napkins and finally tried the last one, morning breeze. How can ‘morning breeze’ be a flavor? I was excited to try the ice cream but was surprised on how it tasted. Instead of tasting sweet and bland, it tasted fresh and full of flavor, like all the flavors of the morning mixed in one. I could taste a bit of coffee and rain.

I think out of all of the flavors I liked the morning breeze one the best. I didn't like it because of the flavors. I liked it because of the surprise it gave me. Though the flavor itself was pretty good. I packed the ice cream in a container and left the store. Maybe the move won't be so bad? This place was alright after all. I glanced behind me. I smiled, I am definitely coming back here.

Main Cabin weekly!!! :O
imma write it but not yet—

My flavors are: Warm hug ice cream, peace and quiet ice cream, and a heart full of love ice cream

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Daily 3- A Truly Wonderful Life

Could he be the one? The one she had waited for her whole life? She smiled as she thought of him; His cheerful smile, his heart of gold. How she truly wished to be his! A calming peace came over her heart as she pictured him. His proposal to her, their wedding, all the future laughs they would share, but was she getting ahead of herself? She already knew she loved him, but should she wait for more suitors in case she were to find something better? What if this wasn't the man she was meant to be with? His warm hugs heated her heart beyond explanation, his quiet soothing personality made her feel loved and wanted. But was he truly the man for her? As she met with him later that day for a bowl of ice cream the thoughts clouded her head. His familiar scent filled the space between them as they chatted and laughed over cookies and cream. They talked of the first time they had met. She had believe him to be a dangerous stranger who just happened to be friends with the new girl at her school. Later she found out they were siblings. Everyone at the school had thought he was either a teacher or a parent from his looks. Turned out he was just really tall and handsome. Of course she had never told him that at her first glance of him she had thought he was quite good looking, that would be far to forward, right? The evening faded away and soon it was time for her departure. He glanced at her with those full brown eyes and opened his mouth to say something before clamping it shut. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. As he got down on one knee her mouth dropped.
“Will you marry me? Please say yes, I have loved you since the first time we met, please don't say you don't care for me,” He pleaded.
“Oh my dear! I love you more than life itself! Of course I will marry you!” She cried embracing him. Her heart was now completely filled with love for him. She would later laugh as she recounted her earlier thoughts and doubts, she had been foolish not to see how truly wonderful he was. He was a wonderful husband and father to their five children who were all now grown up and making their own way in the world. She had lived the most wonderful life she could have ever wished for, it was a perfect life, even with all of its ups and downs, even with all of the tears and pain, her life was the best life she could have ever asked for. If she had only been able to have spent five minutes with the man of her dreams it would have made up for all of the pain and suffering, but instead God decided to give her this wonderful man to live with until death did they part.

In-Cabin Daily 3-2-22 Fan-fic Cabin
Quick introduction:
My two characters For this are Nico DiAngelo and Dustfinger, whose age I changed so that both characters are 14. For those of you who are not familiar with the Inkheart trilogy, I do not expect you to know who Dustfinger is. For those who are, I am at the beginning of the last book. I know who dies, and how and why. Please, no spoilers for Inkdeath.
This story stretches the definitions of ‘school’ and ‘project,’ but I hope you enjoy it.

The branches tore at Dustfinger’s clothes, but he kept running. He held his hand to his chest as he ran, clutching his blistered fingers. The sounds of the troll behind him faded, and he finally stopped running.
Gasping for breath, the boy slung the bag off his shoulder and unbuckled the clasp. The horned marten immediately scurried up Dustfinger’s arm and onto his shoulder, chattering angrily as he sniffed the boy’s ginger hair.
“I had to, Gwin, for both our sakes.” Dustfinger said quietly, but the irritable animal couldn’t understand him. Carefully, while Gwin sniffed the ground, exploring the new part of the forest, Dustfinger took a scrap of cloth from the bag and bandaged his burnt fingers. Three more nights, he reminded himself. Three more and it’ll be over…
But this night, the first of the final three, had only just begun.
Dustfinger muttered a few fire-words, calling the flames to his aid again. They came, though hesitantly, and they danced around his uninjured hand, snapping at the pile of twigs he’d gathered in the same way they’d snapped at his skin.
He’d have to be more careful in the future, to avoid trolls and the like. Fire had saved him this time, but he’d pushed it too far, and it had scorched his skin as well as the troll’s. Gwin hadn’t taken very kindly to being shoved in a bag, either, but the marten was Dustfinger’s only companion, even if not a very kind one.
The pile of twigs burned bright, the same color as Dustfinger’s hair. The fire’s warmth was comforting. Gwin was curled on Dustfinger’s knee, and the boy passed the time by talking to the fire. It rose and fell at his request, and tongues of it reached out, sparking across his knuckles and over his head, bringing a small smile to his face.
Eventually, the flame and the boy both grew tired, but a sudden snap of a twig in the night jerked Dustfinger awake again. He willed the flame to his hand, and it curled around his hand as he searched the trees for the source of the noise.
“Who’s there?” he called.
Another boy stepped out of the shadows. He appeared to be near Dustfinger’s own age, around fourteen at the oldest. His dark hair hung over his face, and his dark clothes were strange in appearance, especially when paired with the sword at the boy’s side. They both considered each other warily with dark gazes. Gwin, awoken by the stranger’s sudden appearance, hissed as the newcomer took a step nearer.
“Don’t come closer. Who are you?” Dustfinger kept the fire on his fingertips, peaceful, but ready to attack. Something about this boy put him on edge.
“Who are you?” the boy countered. “A son of Hephaestus? How do you make the fire dance like that?”
“Almost anyone can.” Dustfinger said, surprised. “And my father’s name wasn’t Hephaestus.” He frowned, still surveying the other boy. He was small and skinny, but intimidating. “What’s your name?”
“Names have power.”
He merely shrugged. “I’m Dustfinger. And this is Gwin.”
The other boy’s glance strayed to the marten cautiously. “I’m Nico.” he said. “My father is Hades, god of the dead.”
“Your father is a god?” The flame in Dustfinger’s palm sputtered, then died. Nico nodded, sitting down across the fire from Dustfinger. “My… teacher was the one who sent me here. It’s a test, I think. From my father.”
“How much longer will you be in the woods?” Dustfinger asked.
“Including tonight? Three more nights.”
Dustfinger’s eyes widened with shock. Another boy, sent into this accursed forest as a ‘test.’ Three more days. Too much of a coincidence. “When did you first enter?”
“Two nights ago. At sunset.” Nico frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Dustfinger could barely speak. It was just too crazy. “Your story is… very similar to mine. I was sent in here two nights ago, at sunset. A test, to prove my worth. In three more nights, if I make it back, I’ll have shown them that I’m worth… keeping around, I guess.”
Nico shook his head in shock, watching Gwin climb into Dustfinger’s bag. “I’d say it’s a coincidence, but…” he laughed darkly. “There’s no such thing as coincidences for demigods.”
“Not for fire-taming orphans, either.” Dustfinger added quietly.

3/3 - 401

“I don’t play for the symphony in my head; that’s pretend but you’re real.”

Laughing in your car. In your room with that bottle, coming closer to me.. Clinging to me, like I was the only thing keeping you steady. I am brighter than the matches in your pocket. I am brighter than your fire-red hair. I am your everything.
If I was real, where are you now? Why are you not you still here for the one and only.. For one thing better than the symphony? Why did you turn to the one thing that would kill you? I still can’t get the picture out of my head. Your burning body. Your bright red hair burning to the crisp, the one thing I still had from you. Why did you go? Why did you go?

“I swear we’re timeless; it’s always been you.”

Crying on the hard bathroom floor. Hands clutching the empty bottle, trying to force myself closer to the wall. To escape myself. The one thing destroying myself. I should be there. If I was there for you.. Would you still be here? Where are you.. Where are you when I need you?
If we were timeless, where are you now? If you hadn’t left me for the math in your pocket, we would still have the world. I would have you in my tight grasp. Together we would take over the world; together we could do anything. Why is it now that we can do.. Nothing? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?

“Not when you’re around; you’re the only thing keeping me sane.”

Getting off the ground. Looking towards the skies - the one thing still here for me. Because, like you said, don’t go down. Head up. Towards the clouds. Fly high, my love. I hope your happy; I hope the fire was worth it. I hope it was brighter than me.
If I was the one thing keeping you sane, how come now you’re gone? If I was the one thing brighter than your arson, you’d think you’d love me enough to love me. Would you stay for me? Would I still be with you? I don’t think I was keeping you sane - it’s too late for that. You were keeping me sane, and now I think I understand.. Love is a mere illusion, but you can hold on to an illusion.

03/03/22 Daily:
@Blizzard_Wolf7: Three triplets. Of course. It’s always the siblings. Anyways, these three triplets were hungry. The eight year olds wanted, as every kid their age wanted, ice cream to cure their hunger. Little did they know what a surprise they were in for. They arrived at their usual ice cream place, but something was… different. The oblivious children didn’t notice anything off, of course. They just wanted ice cream. The vendor behind the counter gazed at the three girls for a minute, but quickly put his cheerful demeanour back on when they asked for the newest flavours of ice cream.
“I have something special just for you girls,” he said, and brought out the ice cream. He pointed to a white one with little clumps and said, “This is a water hemlock flavour.” He pointed to a deep purple and green one and said, “This is a deadly nightshade. The ice cream won’t kill you, don’t worry.” He then pointed to the final one, which was a pleasant shade of white. “And finally, this is white snakeroot.” He looked at the kids. “Free of charge since you’re regulars,” he winked.
Aurora immediately grabbed for the white snakeroot. Luma reached for the deadly nightshade, and Elena grasped the only one left: water hemlock. The three triplets ate their ice cream on the way home, and all of them felt different that night.
TEN YEARS LATER…
“AURORA GET UP!” yelled Luma, causing several deadly nightshade plants to pop up around her sister’s bed.
Aurora got up and looked at the plants around her. “Careful sis,” she warned. “You know how toxic these can be if they come in contact with wounds.”
Luma sighed and made the plants shrink into the ground. Together, she and her sisters had come up with the nickname the Toxic Three to describe their abilities. It was all because of the ice cream ten years ago. Elena had accidentally killed their parents a few years ago because they mistaked the water hemlock she had grown with a beautiful white berry.
Elena suddenly rounded the corner. Seeing both her sisters in the same room startled her, and several water hemlocks sprouted from the walls and the ceilings.
Luma sighed and walked out of the room. “Elena, you’re cleaning that up. Our medicine supply ran out yesterday, and I need to use the nightshade to make some more.”
Aurora nodded and got out of bed, making sure to avoid the dangerous water hemlock plants sprouting out of the walls. Elena looked at her.
“You know, we could do a lot more than just live our lives with these abilities…” she smirked.

SWC Daily!
3rd March

Painting, pencil, and sponge ice cream

Dear Diary,

It was so refreshing to visit the ice cream shop again after weeks of not going.When I got there, there were lots of new and exciting flavours with new abilities of course because of how long I was gone.Just to name a few there was Ocean Breath (to breathe underwater),Natures bloom (to make you grow exciting plants from for fingertips) and Dangers fear which had a terrible taste and smelt really bad but would keep you away from danger.Or was it danger away from you??Eh either way it kept me safe for a bit.All the new flavours were amazing but the ones that really called out to me were Paintbrushes colours,Ink of Pencil and Sponges water.Mr Nibble (the owner of the magical shop) wouldn’t tell me sage they did but I DO go to Shorbreads Art School and they DID sound very artistic so I bought two large tubs of each!When I got back to the dorm I hid it in my special fridge where I hide all my magic ice creams away from my roommate.Now I’m in my bed righting to you!I’ll try the ice creams tomorrow and come back around evening goodnight Diary.

From Puggie

Dear Diary,

As you can probably tell my writing is now a bit more..neat I guess and that’s because I ate a bit of the ink of pencil ice cream.I don’t mean to brag but but this has done wonders for me in my handwriting class I got an A++ in it!You might be wondering “What do the other ice creams do?” And here I’ll tell you.Paintbrushes colours made me not just colourful but made everything I did or touched rainbow!!My writing isn’t rainbow now because I only ate a bit of it.My clothes were rainbow,my writing was rainbow, my eyes were rainbow, my nails were rainbow,my paintings and drawing were rainbow and my hair was rainbow (it’s gone back black now but you can still see a faint pastel rainbow if you look at the bottom).Lastly, Sponges water made most of my painting and writing either watercolour or kinda of like a beautiful raindrop texture which helped me a lot in texture class lol!Everything is all fine but I’m starting to worry that my roommate is seeing too much of my weird behaviour and will become suspicious and curious.Curiosity killed the cat and I’m pretty sure it will kill Kat my roommate at well!

Daily 3rd March!
Dear Diary,

It was so refreshing to visit the ice cream shop again after weeks of not going.When I got there, there were lots of new and exciting flavours with new abilities of course because of how long I was gone.Just to name a few there was Ocean Breath (to breathe underwater),Natures bloom (to make you grow exciting plants from for fingertips) and Dangers fear which had a terrible taste and smelt really bad but would keep you away from danger.Or was it danger away from you??Eh either way it kept me safe for a bit.All the new flavours were amazing but the ones that really called out to me were Paintbrushes colours,Ink of Pencil and Sponges water.Mr Nibble (the owner of the magical shop) wouldn’t tell me sage they did but I DO go to Shorbreads Art School and they DID sound very artistic so I bought two large tubs of each!When I got back to the dorm I hid it in my special fridge where I hide all my magic ice creams away from my roommate.Now I’m in my bed righting to you!I’ll try the ice creams tomorrow and come back around evening goodnight Diary.

From Puggie

Dear Diary,

As you can probably tell my writing is now a bit more..neat I guess and that’s because I ate a bit of the ink of pencil ice cream.I don’t mean to brag but but this has done wonders for me in my handwriting class I got an A++ in it!You might be wondering “What do the other ice creams do?” And here I’ll tell you.Paintbrushes colours made me not just colourful but made everything I did or touched rainbow!!My writing isn’t rainbow now because I only ate a bit of it.My clothes were rainbow,my writing was rainbow, my eyes were rainbow, my nails were rainbow,my paintings and drawing were rainbow and my hair was rainbow (it’s gone back black now but you can still see a faint pastel rainbow if you look at the bottom).Lastly, Sponges water made most of my painting and writing either watercolour or kinda of like a beautiful raindrop texture which helped me a lot in texture class lol!Everything is all fine but I’m starting to worry that my roommate is seeing too much of my weird behaviour and will become suspicious and curious.Curiosity killed the cat and I’m pretty sure it will kill Kat my roommate at well!

March 3rd Daily for Adventure
Morning dew, Campfire, and Evening breeze ice cream
1,104 Words

Seventeen year old Chrysanta was laughing as she texted her friends about her new crush, when she glanced at the time at the top of her phone. It was 3:20.
Wait… 3:20, Chrysanta thought I feel like there was something important about that time…. What was it? She thought and thought. And then it hit her. She was going to be late for her first day at her new job! As soon as she realized this, Chrysanta jumped out of bed, yelling.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my GOD!” She screamed in a panic, grabbing her purse and running downstairs, right past her parents, who looked at her with confusion.
“Chrysanta! What’s wrong!” Her mom exclaimed, stepping in front of Chrysanta before she could run outside
“I’m late! I’m going to be late!” Without any further explanation, Chrysanta pushed past her parents and jumped into her car before speeding towards her new job. Her new job was at a brand new ice cream parlor that had opened a couple weeks ago. She had heard that there were some interesting flavors served there, but that they were all really delicious! Either way, it wasn’t going to do her any good to be late to work, and so she tried to get there as fast as she possibly could.
She finally got there exactly at 4 PM, right when her first shift was starting. She ran inside, locking her car using the remote as she did so.
She ran up to the side of the counter, trying to make sure her manager knew she was here.
“Hi! I’m Chrysanta! I’m supposed to be starting a shift here.” The other woman behind the counter smiled at her
“Welcome! Come on back here and I’ll get you an apron! You got here just in time, didn’t you?”
“Yup! Glad I wasn’t late!” Chrysanta smiled, walking behind the counter and tying on the apron that the woman had given me.
“Alright, you'll be starting out with a fairly simple job, you’ll be scooping all the cones and cups.” The woman began, walking up the row of ice creams “Each one has the name written above it so you know which is which. Any questions?”
“No… I think I got it.” Chrysanta smiled, just as a family came in to order some ice cream.
“Perfect, I’ll be in the back if you have any questions.” With that, the woman walked into the back room and Chrysanta walked up to the counter to take the family’s orders.
“Hi there! What can I get for you guys?” The teen smiled at the family. The child, a young girl with small blond braids, was the first to order
“I want a Campfire single cone please!” She grinned up at Chrysanta, who looked back completely confused
“I’m sorry?” She asked politely
“Campfire single cone please!” The girl repeated in a bright, cheery voice
Campfire? What the heck is Campfire? Is that a freaking ice cream flavor here? Regardless of her confusion though, Chrysanta looked up and down the row of ice cream before she found one with the label “Campfire.” It was an odd looking ice cream. It was orange, red and yellow swirled and there was steam looking stuff coming up from it. Chrysanta figured it was dry ice used for effect since the name was “Campfire”. So, without thinking much of it, she grabbed an ice cream cone and a scooper and reached in to scoop the ice cream, extremely surprised when it wasn’t as cold as she thought it was. In fact, it was slightly warm. Not hot like burning, but also not as cold as normal ice cream. Shaking her head, Chrysanta scooped the ice cream and placed it in the cone, before handing it over the counter to the young girl.
Next, the mom, a woman with brown hair in a bun, came up for her order
“I’ll have a double scoop of Evening Breeze in a waffle cone please.”
Evening Breeze? Why the heck are all the ice cream flavors so weird here!? Chrysanta thought, shaking her head in confusion as she walked up the row of flavors before finding the one marked “Evening Breeze”. Then she grabbed a waffle cone and bent over to scoop the ice cream into the cone. When she put her hand over the tub of ice cream, she felt a breeze flow over her hand. She jerked her hand back, looking around before realizing the door was still closed, and there was nowhere the breeze could have come from. She took a deep breath and proceeded to scoop the ice cream into the waffle cone, ignoring the chilling breeze going over her arm.
What the heck is wrong with all these ice creams? She thought, handing the mom her ice cream cone, with a forced smile on her face, trying not to show her absolute confusion over everything happening with all these ice cream flavors. Did they all have something weird about them? Were they all named according to their attributes? Campfire was hot, and the Evening Breeze flavor had a weird bubble of breezes surrounding it.
Finally, the dad, a man with blond hair wearing a t-shirt came up to order the last and final ice cream
Please order something normal, please order something normal, please order something normal Chrysanta prayed silently as the man came forward to place his order.
“And I will have a double scoop of Morning Dew in a cake cone, if you please.” Chrysanta turned to find the ice cream flavor, her eyes widening in confusion. Were all of the ice creams as weird as this? Was she going to regret taking this job? Either way, she finally found the ice cream flavor, it was a couple bins away from the Evening Breeze ice cream flavor. Grabbing the cone and ice cream scoop, Chrysanta bent over to scoop out the ice cream into the cone, and as soon as her hand crossed over the tub, it felt wet; like it was covered in morning dew. Instead of jerking her hand back like she did with the Evening Breeze flavor, Chrysanta just touched through the weird feeling before finally pulling my hand back and handing the dad the ice cream cone.
The family paid and left, and Crhysanta served six more families before her final day at the weirdest ice cream shop on Earth was finally over. Based on the fact that all of the flavors had off attributes, she could tell this was going to be a very interesting job to have.

Ice cream flavours - watermelon sugar, starry night sky, penguin (from @WrathOfTheNightFury)

My parents drag me into the shop.

Now, I love ice cream as much as any other teenager, but I’ve been stuck in Paris for six months, I don’t speak a word of French, and I am thoroughly sick of ice cream! Whenever we go to buy any kind of food - ice cream, crêpes, even a full meal - they always try to make me order. In French. Even though I basically have no idea what to say, ever.

We went to Paris for a one week holiday. Then a pandemic broke out. And now we’re stuck here for the foreseeable future. My life kind of sucks.

We’ve been going to a fancy ice cream place practically every day, which is awful, honestly. But I guess this is just my life now.

Anyway.

We walk into the shop, and my parents march me up to the counter. The lady serving smiles at me, and suddenly some of my resentment flows away.
Because this place… is different. It’s not decorated in the boring beiges I’ve come to expect. It’s a breathtaking shade of purple, and the ice creams look different, too. I can’t seem to spot a chocolate or a vanilla or a strawberry or raspberry. Not even pistachio or apricot or hazelnut or mango. No, these ice creams are in every colour under the rainbow, and the labels on the trays…

Well, they’re in English, for one thing. That in and of itself is a relief. I look around, and my parents are gone.

The woman at the counter smiles conspiratorially at me, and I gasp.

“Did you- what did you do to my parents?” I ask.

“Oh, nothing, dearie. They are in a lovely ice cream shop, enjoying a nice refreshing dessert,” she says.

“So where am I, then?”

She gestures to a sign above her that I hadn’t noticed before - The Ice Cream Emporium.

“Pick any flavours you like the look of, dearie.”

I look eagerly at the trays - there are so many! How am I supposed to choose?

I point at three that look the strangest - a neon pink ice cream, a dark blue ice cream dotted with yellow spots that seem to sparkle, and an ice cream with black and white stripes all the way through.

“Ah! Excellent choices! Watermelon sugar, starry night sky, and penguin!” she tells me, scooping some of each flavour into a bowl.

I barely even question the odd names before I start eating.

Watermelon sugar tastes pink. I really don’t know how to describe it, but it really does taste pink. Music starts playing in my head, and for some reason I’m sure that the ice cream caused it.

Starry night sky tastes like some sort of berry, with popping candy - you wouldn’t think that would taste good, but it really does.

Penguin… well, I’m a little hesitant to try that one, to be perfectly honest. But it’s much better than I expected - it tastes crunchy, like eating ice at a restaurant.

I’m so glad I found this place.

March 3, 2022
MC Daily
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“Irene!” I heard my mom’s familiar voice call. “Come down here! I have a surprise for you!” I sat up quickly, a jolt of excitement pulsing through me as I scurried out of my loft bed and scrambled down the spiral staircase leading to the living room.

My mom was most likely in her office, working on her jewelry business. I love mom’s office. It was grand and even had its own bathroom. There were small cubicles which held other desks, even though my mom was the only one who actually worked there. It even had a copier, printer, and water dispenser. My mom’s office could easily have been a whole company’s office in an expensive building. It had just been renovated.

I already had an idea as to what my mom’s surprise was. My birthday was in a couple weeks and I had seen my parents doing some birthday shopping, though they had no idea I had spied on them. A couple days ago, my mom came back from a run to the mall and I caught her hiding a small box in her drawer. I desperately wanted to know what was inside the box, but I decided it would be better to wait a couple days first.

I was sure that that box was an early birthday present. And my mom was going to surprise me with it today! Right now! I felt my heart begin to accelerate as I opened the door to her office. My parents always gave me the best presents. A year ago, I was surprised with a diamond ring, and the year before that I received a pair of ruby earrings. My mom was a wealthy entrepreneur and my dad was a lawyer, so I guess it was expected to get extravagant gifts. Not like I was complaining or anything. I love everything they gave me.

“What is it mom?” I questioned, excited.

“I got the mango juice you requested!” my mom answered, holding up a glass bottle. The inside consisted of some murky orange color. It didn’t look like a mango flavor at all.

“Oh!” was all I could say. “Uh- what brand is this?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” my mom replied. “But come on! Try it. Haven’t you been asking for mango juice for like- forever?”

“Yeah,” I replied. To be honest, the muddy orange substance didn’t seem like juice. It looked more like hot sauce to me, but one look at my mom’s excited face made me screw open the bottle and pour some out.

Once I raised the cup to my lips, I felt a tangy burn in my throat. The drink was bubbly, but also somehow kind of thick. It sent a gurgling sensation down my stomach.

Suddenly, I saw a flash of white light. Something tingling prickled the hairs on my body, and I felt like I was floating. Something warm radiated towards me, heating the tips of my fingers and ears. When I finally opened my eyes, everything around me was green.

I gasped, confused and bewildered. I wasn’t even outside. I was just in my house… deserted. And on top of that, everything I saw was green. Whether it was light green or dark green, blue green or yellow green, green was the wavelength that bounced back at me.

So it’s no surprise that when I saw a single dragonfruit sitting on a small table that was not, in fact, all green, I thought I had entered a dream world.
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So, I don't really have any notes here except that I'm writing this during math

3/3 Daily
(1st person POV)
(Ice Cream flavors from the amazing Birdi )

I sat there, pondering at my little corner. What could I write about? I needed to think of something interesting… something remarkable, something better then the folks at the Badeventure cabin could ever come up with. I sat there trying to think of something when Paige walked into the room.

“Oh there you are Amy. LJ was worried about you.” Paige said in a relieved tone. I looked over at her. “Is there something you want? I'm trying to write right now, and I need consintration.” I snapped unintentionally at her. Paige walked over to my desk to find my notebook page, which was all scribbled out. She picked it up, and threw it across the room. “Amy, why don't we take a break?” She asked me. I thought about it for a split second, then quickly agreed. Maybe a break is what I needed.

Paige and I went outside to the main cabin, just walking around. “The Main Cabin sure is busy today.” Paige noticed. There was a lot of campers walking around. Most of them were eating ice cream, and looking pleased with themself's. “Do you know where they got the ice cream from?” I asked Paige. She merely shrugged. “I don't remember the Main Cabin having an ice cream parlor.” All of a sudden, we walk into this huge crowd of Contemporary campers.

“What's going on here?” I demanded. One of the campers turned around. I immediately recognized her as Eevee. “Oh Amy, it's just you!” She said with a laugh. "And….Paige? Sorry, I'm not that familiar with all the Co's yet.“ Paige nodded. ”It's just that we heard that someone opened an ice cream store, and we all thought it was worth checking out.“ She said, gestering to the crowd.

”So, you're waiting here for ice cream?“ I asked, and Eevee nodded. ”It's supposed to be really good. I heard they have Mango flavored ice cream. MANGO. FLAVORED. That's genius, isn't it?“ She asked. Paige and I nodded. Mango flavored ice cream did sound good.

After we stood there, chatting for a while, the crowd finally dispearsed. Paige, Eevee and I were left alone on line. Sure enough, there was an ice cream parlor with fun looking umbrella's selling ice cream. ”Look! You see, they have Mango flavored ice cream!“ Eevee said, pointing to the mango ice cream. There was also a pink-ish gold-ish colored ice cream, and a rose colored one too.

”Look at the lables.“ Paige pointed out. ”This one says Rose Petals, this one says Mango, and this one says…. ‘Misery’.“ She looked confused at the last sign. ”What would Misery taste like?“ She asked. Eevee shrugged. ”I'm not sure, but I'm taking the Mango flavored one.“ She said, while grabbing a bowl and scooping four scoops of ice cream.

”I gotta go now guys, I just came to see what was going on…but this ice cream looks delcious!“ Eevee told us, as Paige and I waved good-bye to her. ”Which ice cream are you going to try?“ I asked Paige. ”I'm not really sure. The Rose Petal one looks appetizing.“ She added. Suddenly I got a great idea. An evil idea, but great nevertheless. ”Hey Paige, I think I have an idea….“

Vi, Butter, and Birdi were sitting down at a long table, sharpening their plastic katana's, nunchucks, and shruikens. Butter sighed. ”I thought plastic weapons would be easy to clean, but it turns out they are just as difficult as steel ones.“ She said. Vi shot her a look. ”SHHHH, we can't afford anyone to here that! They think we have real weapons!“

”Well, I for one don't.“ I suddenly answered, revealing myself. Birdi gasped. ”G-Ghost???“ I grinned and shook my head. ”H-H-How did you get in here?“ Butter asked. ”A real warrior never reveals their secrets. But I will say that I live in the shadows.“ I added hastily. Vi got up and raised her plastic katana at my throat. ”You better not DARE repeat what you heard in the room or ELSE.“ She threatened. I started laughing. ”You think you can threaten me with a plastic weapon?“ I asked. ”HA! What a bunch of want-a-be's. Let the real master show you how it's gone.

I unleased my golden sword, and the moment the light hit it, it started sparking with electricity. Vi, Butter, and Birdi tried to hide their shock, but failed miserably. “See, this is what we all a real weapon. It's forged from mostly iron, but it contains a high amount of electricity.” I informed the three losers. “And you want to know what we do with real weapons?” I asked. Vi, Butter, and Birdi were so stunned they didn't even move.

I grinned, and looked over at the corner. It's time. Paige started throwing the Misery flavored ice cream in my direction, and I sliced the scoops with my sword. The scoops flew over towards where Birdi and Butter were siting, and where Vi was motionlessly standing. Before long, the three of them were covered with Misery Ice cream.

“Consider this a treat from the Thriller cabin.” I told them. I then walked to the door of the leader quarters, and yelled out to the campers in the monastery. “Free Misery Ice Cream, a treat from your allies.” I told them while smirking. While the campers reacted chaotically and ran up the stairs, I stalked back over towards the leaders. “Enjoy your ice cream, Misery. It'll taste great with those plastic swords.” I mocked, and put my sword away. Paige, who was smiling at me, pulled me back into the shadows….and we both disappeared.

Word Count: 938
I own Galaxia now heh heh ;) Take that Misery

Daily: Word count 528
It was time to go home. My vacation to earth was nice, it wasn’t as colorful as I thought it would be but it was a nice break. That's what I would’ve said if two little brats didn’t decide to come along. I’m a generous soul and when I found two siblings nibbling on my house because they didn’t have much food at home I fed them, gave them a home, and the clothes on their backs. They left as plump little children wobbling back after they missed their parents. How did they repay me? Those little rascals spread rumors about me saying, "She's an evil witch! She made us fat so she could eat us! We only escaped by tricking into falling in her oven!”
It doesn’t even make sense! What type of oven can a grown woman even fit in? What kind of monster would even eat a human? I’m not even a witch I’M AN ACCOUNTANT! No one on Earth seemed to have common sense though because when I came back from picking berries in the forest my house was nothing but a few crumbs with a note that said, ‘You eat our kids, we eat your home!’ It makes them sound more crazy then I am so I’m not sure who had that bright idea. So my vacation was cut short and it was time to go back to Salted Caramel Circle.
The taxi there was long and boring. After a half an hour drive, we were driving on the rocky road when my tire popped. Apparently if that happens i have to pay for the spare tire that the driver already had! The world just hates me today doesn’t it. I argued with the boy for what felt like hours, he said it was a rule, I said it was stupid. My head started to hurt and it was getting late so I cut my losses and paid up. The rest of the ride was a blur, I fell asleep for most of it and dreamed of my family. I wondered what my husband was doing, he’s probably having a better day than I am. Cookies n’ Cream were probably at school right now. If they weren’t with my husband the house probably would be burnt to a crisp by now (or eaten with my luck).
When I woke up I was back in Gelato hills. The sky was a brighter blue than on Earth. The cotton candy clouds covered the 3 suns chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry yet it was less dull then Earth on its brightest day. I walked on the jawbreaker sidewalk, taking my time looking around until I finally reached my street. A stench hit my nose. It was smoke.
“Mommy! Mommy! We met some friends and we made a GINORMOUS OVEN together! It was so fun but then the firemen came and made us leave..” Cream told me. I asked her where Cookies waas and she was near the fire truck laughing with two other plump little kids. Those brats somehow got to my house, and burned it to the ground. Why did I ever help Hansel and Gretel?

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3/2 - 736 words (daily) link https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/653869874/
Writing competition
technically a rough draft for critique but if its good enough I'll use it for the competition

decided to name it “The Frog” because I am a very uninspired person
The frog was just sitting there, in the rain, without a care in the world. It had a little happy smile on its face, and I was torn between squishing it because of its adorableness and squishing it in anger. It must have been a weird scene, me standing there, just staring at a frog at the bus stop. It was even on the bench, as though it were waiting for the bus as well.
“Maybe it’s not real…” I muttered to myself, but as though to disprove that fact, the frog looked at me and made a ribbit noise. It hopped off the bench and jumped away, and I sighed. I finally sat down, realizing that my hair and clothes were soaking wet. My reluctance to sit down under the plastic awning had ruined my outfit, all thanks to that frog.
“Stupid frog,” I muttered, once again, to myself. The bus was late this time.

. . .

The frog was back again. As soon as I sat down, it jumped out from behind a nearby tree and sat down beside me, a happy little ribbit coming out of its mouth. It had been coming back for the last few days, as though it were confident, I wouldn’t strangle the little thing.
It was right. And this made me mad.
“Dang it,” I said aloud, “why can’t you just leave me alone?” My daily life already caused me enough torture, but this ridiculous frog made me hate everything even more. I would normally enjoy the frog’s presence but coming at a time like this made me angry that I couldn’t enjoy anything.
“Ribbit” the frog went. It kept making that noise. The bus was much more late than before this time.

. . .

The frog was not at the bus stop today. In fact, it was finally sunny for once. But I didn’t feel any better. In fact, I felt worse. Something felt… off about how I felt. But I couldn’t figure it out. I sat down on the dry bench and stared at the ground, expecting the bus to finally arrive on time, since the rain could no longer delay its arrival.
“Hello there,” a voice said, and I flinched, not realizing that there was another person on the bench. I looked up, and finally noticed the young girl sitting next to me. She looked to be about ten years old, and her hair was dark blue. Her jacket was green with a frog print on it, and the hood was pulled over the back of her head.
“Er… Hello.” I didn’t really know what to say to the girl, since I had never really seen anyone else at this bus stop before. Everyone else in the apartment neighborhood seemed to have good enough jobs to be able to afford cars to work. I couldn’t even afford anything beyond rent and food, and maybe some clothes.
“Where are you going?” the girl asked, smiling innocently.
“Off to work. What about you?”
“Waiting for a friend,” she answered happily. “I haven’t seen him in a while.”
“Thats nice.” I had begun to stare at the ground again, wondering why the bus was late again on a sunny day. Maybe they were held up by something else, like the bus driver calling in sick to work.
“I haven’t seen my friend in soooo long, sometimes I wonder if he remembers me,” the young girl said, a hint of sadness in her voice. She sounded lonely.
“Who is your friend?” I asked.
“Well, he likes to jump a lot, he loooves bugs, but he also loves frogs too. Just like me,” the girl added, sounding older than she was. She tugged on the sleeve of her jacket, then suddenly a tear fell down her face.
“What's wrong? Why are you crying?” I panicked a little, thinking that I had just made a little girl cry.
“My friend… I never saw him again!” The girl sobbed. “He went to the hospital after we went to that super cool place and he never came back and it's my fault and he’s still there and I… I…” The girl cried even more. Something around her… shimmered a little. Like even the sunlight was affected by her sadness. The bus still was not here.
The girl’s sobbing echoed in the background as my brain froze. My heart took over, and I pulled the girl into a hug. She accepted, and sobbed into my jacket.
“It’s not your fault… How could you have known that the super dangerous place was going to hurt your friend? It is not your fault…” I closed my eyes. “It’s never your fault.” The girl cried a little less. Then a little less moreso. Then she stopped.
“I… Thank you.” The girl looked up. Her expression was shocked and relieved all at once. The weight on my chest lessened a little. She got up, and looked back at me. Her hood fell back, revealing hair cut into a bob. Suddenly the girl looked much older. “I realized that this bus stop is the wrong place.” She smiled. “I’m sure your bus will come soon.” She waved and hopped away.
The bus came thirty minutes later.

. . .

The next day was raining again. Neither the frog nor the girl were at the bus stop. Instead, it was an old man. He seemed tired, as though he had been waiting at the bus stop for hours. I sat down next to him, and began scratching my knee. It was unusually itchy today. And my chest felt unusually heavy today. In a different way than before, I mean.
“Hello, young child,” the old man said. He seemed to be trying to start a conversation. “Where are you off to today?” I wonder why he called me a child. I was an adult. Maybe people begin to see younger people as children when they grow old. I wondered if that would happen to me.
“My job,” I answered nonchalantly. “What about you?”
“I’m off to go see my wife. I haven’t seen her in such a long time.” The old man sighed. Looking around, he spotted a tree in the distance. It was a tall oak tree. His face lit up like the sun and he pointed at the wizened oak. “That tree, some scores ago, was where my wife and I had our first kiss.” He chuckled. “This neighborhood was where we raised our son and daughter. And over there,” The old man pointed at a park bench some distance away. I was surprised he could see it. “That was where I met my best friend.”
“Do you still see your best friend?” I asked.
“Yes, I do,” he grinned. “I see him every day.” His smile faded. “Not my wife, though.” He went silent, and after a while, I began to stare at the ground, my mind empty.
“Hey kid,” he said suddenly, sounding a little desperate. “You ever smoke?” I was a little surprised by this question.
“Er, no, I don’t.” The old man nodded frantically.
“Don’t ever, ya hear me? It does horrible things to you. First you get tired when you stop, then you need more and more and more till you’re in the hospital and can’t do nothing but say ‘I’ll never smoke again’. And then… it's too late…” The man shuddered and seemed to want to cry, but couldn’t.
“My wife… she smoked since she was a teenager. When I first met her, I thought ‘maybe I can get her to stop smoking’. We loved each other so much… but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t stop her. And now…” The old man was crying now. He looked so weak. And once again, my heart took over. I hugged the old man. He was surprised.
“It’s not your fault,” I told him. “If even you couldn’t stop her, nothing could. You shouldn’t blame yourself, but instead be there for your wife. She needs you, and you need her.” I let go of the old man, and he looked at me, a sad smile on his face. Was there something I didn’t know?
“Thank you, young child,” The old man grinned once more. The rain around him shone a little. “I’m sure your bus will come soon.” He got up, tipped his hat, and walked away. I realized he had been wearing a frog pin on his shirt. But the weight on my chest had disappeared a little once more.
The bus came forty minutes late this time.

. . .

The frog was there today. I sat down next to it and stared. The frog croaked happily, a little smile on its face just like the first time I met it. I wonder what would happen if I pet it, I thought. Just as I did, the frog hopped onto my lap and stayed there. Something reminiscent of a smile appeared on my face as I pet the frog and finally began to relax, for the first time in a while. There was something about the frog’s presence that was so… relaxing. I closed my eyes.
“Hey, there.” There was a voice. Was this someone else I needed to comfort? Not that I had a problem with it, of course… I was beginning to see a pattern, that's all. I opened my eyes and looked to the side.
A young boy with blue eyes and black hair was staring back. He wore a striped yellow and white long-sleeved shirt and a pair of green frog rain boots. Outside of the bus stop awning the rain turned to snow. But I wasn’t paying attention to that.
He looks… familiar.
The frog in my lap croaked happily and hopped into the boy’s lap. He giggled and the air around him shimmered like glitter. I couldn’t stop staring at him, though. I couldn’t stop staring at my little brother.
“I… How are you here? I don’t-” I felt something inside of me, bubbling up, gaining tension as it rose to the surface. My little brother turned and looked at me, smiling happily.
“You do remember me! I was beginning to worry because you hadn’t mentioned me in such a long time!” He scooted closer and hugged me. “I missed you so much! Last time I saw you was foreeeever ago!” Everything he said was an exclamation. Just as I remembered.
Thick tears began cascading down my face. I was confused, elated, and grieving all at once. How was he here? Why couldn’t I calm down, or remember how he left- or even know why he was here. Maybe it was some sick prank from someone I knew, because there’s no way-
“I’m right here,” my little brother said. “I won’t stay, but I’m right here.” I wished he could stay. But this was enough.
I gave up trying to talk and just accepted his warm embrace. Or, rather, I gave him a warm embrace, since he was awfully small. I sobbed into his tiny shoulder, ignoring the gusts of cold, sharp wind rolling across my own shoulders. I need to protect him while he’s still here. I still could not remember why he had left all those years ago.
“You don’t remember how it happened,” my little brother said quietly. I had never heard him so solemn. “I guess it did a lot to your brain, huh? Thats ok, though.” He patted my head and I pulled away a little to see his face. “When you do remember, I want you to know that none of it was ever your fault.” The air around him began to shimmer. “You’ve done so well, living up until today. Just keep going. I’ll be there with you.” He was fading away.
“No! Please stay.” I hugged him one last time.
“I am staying. I’m right here!” My brother smiled. “It’ll be fine! Just remember that I love you!”
After he left, I realized that the weight had completely gone. I smiled, already happier.

Its exactly two thousand words :') I had to cut out some sentences I deemed unnecessary.

Weekly #1 for Historical Fiction! +4000 Points, +2432 words!
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Part 1: 312 words
Acrostic:
Her eyes as deep as the sea,
And her hair as dark as night,
Not another woman is prettier,
Not another woman is more loving,
At least, not in the sight of my wife;
Her aura gives me butterflies, and so does her smile.
Free Verse:
Bubbles, floating higher and higher into the sky,
with no knowing where they would travel next.
Just like
The people shifting
From country to country
Possibly voluntary, or not
They walk without a sense of direction,
tired from the heat
Watching cars drive by
without giving them a thought
Some carrying babies
Or prized possessions
Some only carry their hope
As they cross over, praying for a better future.
Haiku:
The winter snowflakes
Somehow keep me warm and safe
Such a pretty white
Lyrical:
He never cared, I guess
I admit I had a little hope
That maybe he would change his mind
Instead, I’m sliding down a slope

I didn’t think he actually meant it
I thought that maybe it was just a joke
But when I saw him with another girl
I felt like I was going to choke

It wasn’t my first heartbreak
But I just felt more pain
As I thought about you and me
And us separated in vain

Maybe I’m beginning to get over it
But I’ll never forget it
Because it still feels like I’m getting
Bit.
Slam Poetry:
Climate Change is ruining us.
It’s ruining people’s lives
It’s causing deaths and separations.
And we won’t stop it.

I find it weird that we’re all preaching climate change prevention

But we still are committing climate change secretly, unknowingly anyways.

Yes, I do it too.

Luckily, some world leaders are making change. Banning plastic bags.

Banning plastic altogether

Making recycling required, unless you want to get arrested

It’s a small effort.

But even small efforts can change our world.
Part 2: 524 words
The color blue has been an important and even essential color in art and decoration since long ago. The color red was used as one of the first colors in prehistoric art. Blue and red both have good things about each of them, and they both have a lot of people who love them. However, the question remains on which color is better, red, or blue? Both of the colors have a significant effect on your mood, with red making you feel more passionate and energized, and blue making you more serene and calm. However, I believe and can back up my thought that blue is the better color, because of its colorful effect of making us more harmonious, faithful, and balanced in the name of peace.
When we look at the two colors together and compare them, it seems that red is more known as a warning, danger, or hatred color. The color blue is a beautiful color which symbolizes harmony and equality. Red can also be seen as a color for passionate souls or a more active and energetic tone, but red is also associated with blood. Your mood can be significantly affected by these colors, as blue has been proven to reduce your blood pressure and lower your heart rate, and red has been scientifically proven to increase your heart rate and blood pressure and has been associated with aggression. Did you know red is actually a symbolic color of communism, while blue is the color of the United Nations? Of course, blue can bring feelings of sadness upon some, while red can make you feel warm and loved. However, blue has more pros than cons, and red has more cons than pros. Red is known as the color of certain sins, and blue is known as a color for faithfulness. Blue is often seen as a sign of stability and reliability. Blue is often linked to creativity, which is no surprise as many paintings and jewelry were created with the color blue. Red is the primary color associated with fire, and blue is water. Several studies have observed that red has the strongest reaction out of all of the other colors. Red is typically used as the highest level of warning. Red even was mostly chosen as the color for stop lights and stop signs because of its universal association with danger and warning!
The color red and the color blue have multiple effects on our moods and health, as you now know. Red can be used as a color for passion, love, warmth, energy, and courage. Blue can be a color for peace, tranquility, faithfulness, creativity, and stability. Red increases your heart rate and blood pressure, while blue lowers them and reduces anxiety. However, the cons make this decision easier. Red is a color associated with blood, hatred, sin, fire, and danger. These are all cons that can seriously affect someone’s mood or feelings. Blue can be associated with sadness and aloofness. When we compare these two to each other, it is obvious that blue takes the trophy home. Compared to the color blue, red just isn’t worth it.
Part 3: 753 words
MOLLY wakes up to the loud sound of her brother’s rock drums. She checks her watch to see that it’s only 6 AM.
MOLLY
Wh-wha- Huh?! It’s only 6 AM? JASON, stop your rock music!
(MOLLY storms out of bed to confront her older brother.)
JASON
What do you want, pipsqueak?
MOLLY
I told you not to call me that. And would you lower your drums? Some of us are trying to sleep here!
JASON
Hmm, let me see…
(JASON puts his drumsticks down and turns his music off.)
Actually, I don’t think I will!
(JASON turns his music back on and plays his drums as loud as he can.)
MOLLY
Ow! Jason, stop it!
(MOLLY runs out of JASON'S room, and downstairs into the guest room.)
At least this has more soundproof doors than my room.
(MOLLY drifts off to sleep with a pillow around her ears.)
Black out.
MOLLY’S MOM
Molly! It’s time to get up, sweetie! Breakfast is almost ready!
MOLLY
It’s 9 am already? It felt like it was just 6.
(Molly got out of bed and got ready. She sat down at the table and breakfast began.)


MOLLY’S MOM
So, as you know, your school starts up again tomorrow.
MOLLY
Don’t remind me.
(MOLLY groaned.)
Wait, does that mean we get to go back to school shopping?
MOLLY’S MOM
Yes, but your brother JASON has to come with you.
MOLLY
What?!
JASON
What?!
(JASON pounds his arms on the table.)
Mom!! I never said I wanted to do this! I was gonna hang out with my friends!
MOLLY’S MOM
Tut-tut-tut!
You both can go before JASON’S meetup with his friends.
It’s not that far away, so you can just walk.
JASON
Walk?!
MOLLY
Walk!?
B-But Mom-!
MOLLY’S MOM
This is not up for discussion, you two.
Now finish your breakfast and get ready to go.
(MOLLY’S MOM stands up and goes offstage.)
JASON
Listen, MOLLY the Mouse.
When we go, you’ll do everything I tell you to do.
It’s not like I wanted to babysit you anyways.
(JASON rolls his eyes.)
MOLLY
Whatever, okay?
It’s not like I wanted to be babysit by you anyways.
(MOLLY stands up and pushes in her chair.)
JASON
Wait!
(JASON grabs MOLLY’S arm.)
My friends are coming to the store too.
You say nothing to MOM about this, okay?!
MOLLY
What am I going to get for saying nothing?
JASON
Ugh.
(JASON groans)
Ten dollars and a full week of me doing your chores.
MOLLY
Twenty dollars.
JASON
Okay, okay, fine!
Now leave me alone and get ready.
(JASON stomps offstage, leaving MOLLY behind.)
Black out.
MOLLY
I’d better make a list before we go.
(MOLLY writes a list and finishes it.)
JASON
It’s time to go!
Black out.
MOLLY
So, first, we need to go to the-
JASON
You think I’m coming with you?
No way!
I have friends to meet!
(JASON walks off, leaving MOLLY.)
MOLLY
No!
JASON, this is your responsibility!
(MOLLY sighed.)
She began to trot around the store, picking up the things she needed for school.
MOLLY
I love back to school shopping!
She picked up fresh notebooks, sharpened pencils, vibrant colored pencils, and LEDs.
I need to use the bathroom.
(MOLLY left her cart next to the bathroom and walked in.)
It smells like dog poop here!
Nasty.
(MOLLY walks into one of the stalls.)
After she’s done doing her business, MOLLY begins to wash her hands.
I wonder if the janitors actually clean this place.
She tied her golden brown hair out of her face.
(MOLLY walks out the bathroom.)
She bumps into a tall man, standing right outside the women’s bathroom.
THE MAN
Why, hello there, little lady.
What do you happen to be doing here alone?
MOLLY
I’m not alone, I’m with my brother..
(MOLLY glanced behind the man.)
Well, to be honest, I have no idea where he is.
THE MAN
Well, have a nice day.
(THE MAN moved out of the way.)
MOLLY
(Molly dashed away.)
THE MAN
Oh, but just one more thing.
You’re coming with me!
(THE MAN grabbed MOLLY’S arm and pulled her towards the door!)
MOLLY
JASON!!
(MOLLY screamed for help.)
JASON
Get off my sister!
(JASON snatched MOLLY away from the man.)
THE MAN ran away, out the door.
MOLLY, are you alright?
MOLLY
Yes, I’m fine, thanks.
Where are your friends?
JASON
They never showed.
But we need to go home now.
MOLLY
Thanks for saving my life.
JASON
No problem, sis.
Black out,
End.
Part 4: Memoir Narrative and Autobiography, 831 words
My morning was already crazy, and I had just woken up! My alarm had been set for 7:35 am, so I could wake up early for my virtual chorus practice, but I had accidentally hit stop instead of snooze! So I really woke up at 8:32 am, 20 minutes after chorus actually started! As I ran around my bedroom, frazzled, stubbing my toe multiple times, I remembered that today was a really special day for the chorus! It was picture day! I ran to the bathroom and gurgled some mouthwash, fixed my hair, and hoped for the best.
I frantically opened my chromebook and logged into the meeting. Everyone else was already there, about to take the photo. My music teacher was happy to see me there, and I quickly muttered that I had overslept. I checked myself out in my camera, and ew, was that dried up drool? I licked my lips with my camera pointed to the ceiling. My teacher told us to level our cameras and sit straight up and tall. I looked at myself compared to everyone else. I looked like a fool, honestly. My teacher took a few screenshots of us, then we began to sing. I lip synced the whole time, even embarrassed to sing because of how I looked. (well, I usually lip synced a lot during our class either way.) After chorus was done, I washed my face and applied lotion. Even though that event seemed small, or ordinary, it greatly affected my mood and participation throughout the day. Moral of the story is to get enough sleep so you won’t have to snooze or stop and be late for your chorus and look horrible and feel embarrassed, and not be in a good mood for the rest of the day.
After we got the photos back, I realized I didn’t look that bad. I mean, I obviously didn’t look my best (I forgot it was even picture day at all) but a lot of the other kids didn't look any better than I did. Obviously, some kids had on ties and suits and dresses and skirts, but those were the kids who always wanted to kiss up to our teacher. My hair was messy and my glasses weren’t that clean, but no one would notice me too much. After all, it was just a school picture, and I was just any other kid.

I joined Scratch in early January of 2018. I had only joined because my school computer lab made us, so I wasn't very active on it when I didn’t have to be. I found it to be cool, however, since it was what I considered my ‘first’ social media. I posted some dress up projects and cat color changing projects using my teachers help and the scratch tutorials. I joined when Scratch 2.0 was still around. I really liked the layout, but I found it somewhat confusing.
After my dad learned that we were doing coding, he immediately brought me to a coding class tryout. After some weird guy showed me how to make a weird flappy bird game, I realized that there was much, much more things you could do with Scratch than what I knew of. We didn’t take the class, though, it was like 300 dollars a month. However, after a few weeks, we stopped using Scratch. I wasn’t devastated, because I still used it at home. I had made a few friends and was enjoying it.
Until I forgot about it in 2019.
I mean, it wasn’t like I used it all the time. I had school, dance, and other games to play. It just wasn’t of my top interest anymore. So until 2020, right at the start of Covid 19, it was erased from my memory. I was bored and looking for something to do. Then I remembered Scratch. I logged in, and I had 45 messages! (All of them were studio activity.) Then I looked at my followers. I only had two! I had to get more! So I started doing F4F, which got me about 100 consistent followers. I posted mainly art projects and I gained popularity and friends. I got curated multiple times, which boosted my stats. I improved my thumbnails.
Some of my friends began to leave scratch for mental health reasons. I tried to take even a one day hiatus, and I couldn’t stay off for more than 2 hours. I realized that Scratch was putting me behind, and I moved on to Youtube, which significantly decreased my time spent on Scratch. However, I found a way to balance the two, which brought me to where I am now. My project quality decreased when I joined a certain studio a while ago, and my mental health got so bad that I didn’t know what to do anymore, but I left half a year ago and I feel much better and I am working on better projects.

Hi-Fi, 4000 points, 2432 words!

3/3 daily
(I got lazy toward the end)
“I’m sooooooooo bored” Willow moaned, “I wanna do something funnnnnnnnnnnn! Can we go to the playground? Or to Disney? Pleeeeease! I’m so bored!
“Stop complaining!” Chantasia snapped, “we’re all bored, and you’re the only one complaining. It’s a hot summer's day, and there’s nothing to do, get over it.”
“Chantasia…” her mother warned, “why don’t you take your little sister to get ice cream? I heard they added a bunch of new flavors.”
“Fine,” Chantasia groaned, making a big show of dragging her feet all the way to the door.
It’s so unfair! She angrily thought to herself, Willow always gets what she wants!
The girls walked down to the ice cream shop together. It took a long time because Willow was constantly complaining about the heat and begging to go to Disney, while Chantasia was screaming at her to shut up.
“We’re here Willow! So just BE QUIET, while I order some ice cream for us,” Chantasia screamed at her younger sister.
“Hello, how can I help you?” the cashier smiled at the girls.
“Yes, hi. Could we have some ice cream, please?” Chantasia managed to say while covering Willow’s mouth with her hand.
“Sure, what flavors?”
“Um, the new ones.”
“Ok, we have mist, ink, and book.”
“Yup, can we get a waffle cone with one scoop of each?”
“Coming right up!”
When their order came, Chantasia paid and led WIllow to a bench where they could enjoy their ice cream. The first flavor they tried was book. It tasted like paper, but sweeter and creamier. Both sisters were agreeing about how odd it tasted, when the whole world changed in front of their eyes. People stopped looking real and began to look like illustrations. There were words in the sky. It was completely silent, no one was talking, but Chantasia and Willow could see speech bubbles coming out of their mouths. They could see peoples thoughts too.
“What in the world is happening?” Chantasia tried to scream, but no sound came out, her words were nothing but a mere speech bubble.
“Chantasia!” Willow speech bubbled, “you probably won’t believe me but…I think… We’re in a book!!!!!”
“That’s impossible,” she replied, even though she knew her little sister’s words had at least some truth to them.
“May I tell you a story?” the ice cream cashier asked the two sisters.
“Now is not really a good time…” Chantasia muttered, while her sister screamed “YES!”
“Alright,” the cahier told them. “Once upon a time there was a girl named Cinderella. She was always treated wrongly by her stepsisters and stepmother. Her stepmother made sure that Cinderella’s stepsisters always got what they wanted. Cinderella was to do whatever she could to make sure that her stepsisters got what they wanted. The end.”
“That’s not how the story goes!” Willow exclaimed with a frown.
It’s how real life goes, Chantasia thought, at the time she didn’t realize her thoughts would appear in thought bubbles, Willow is the stepsister and I’m Cinderella. Mom always makes sure that WIllow gets what she wants, and I have to do everything I can to keep my sister happy too.
Tears welled in Willow’s eyes, “I’m really sorry Chantasia! I promise I never meant to make you sad!”
“Wha-oh,” realization dawned in the older sister’s eyes. “You read my thought bubble.
Willow nodded.
Somehow seeing that her sister really didn’t understand how she was feeling softened Chantasia’s heart, “It’s okay, Willow.”
There was a whirlwind, and the girls were back in the normal world, still hugging each other.
“Did that really happen?” Chantasia asked Willow.
“IT DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Willow was overjoyed.
At that moment the cahier came up to them again, “I’m sorry, I accidentally gave you chocolate ice cream instead of ink ice cream…would you like me to get you a scoop of ink?
Not eager for another adventure, Chantasia politely declined. She and her sister happily gobbled up the chocolate ice cream. After finishing that, they moved on to the mist ice cream. When they were done, they both spontaneously turned into mist, and reappeared back home. Even though Chantasia knew that if she tried to explain what happened to her parents, they would never believe her, but she and Willow were getting along, and that was all that mattered.