Spring (free verse)

When it is spring,
birds love to sing.
The wildflowers bloom
by the lagoon.

The bees buzzing around
sip the pollen of the flowers.
Under the sunny sky,
we play for hours.

Under the water,
frogs and fish swim.
Awww!
Cute little tadpoles.
They're Still growing their limbs.

Watching the stars at night.
What a beautiful sight!
Hear the crickets before we go to bed.
Now it's time to say good night.

March 3rd Main Cabin Daily!
“Rainbow chocolate with rainbow sprinkles” George, the owner of Icey, an ice cream shop, said to a young girl at the front. The girl smiled and her mom walked with her outside. We were next in line.
“Well, hello there Hannah,” he said with a warm smile, “Whatcha want today?”
“Could I have rainbow chocolate with rainbow sprinkles please?” I asked. I always come here every summer Saturday evening, and basically memorized the menu.
George’s smile faded. “Sorry, we are out. That girl over there,” he gestured to the girl he just served, “got the last one. The only ones I have left are strawberry cicada and hamster claws with orange zest. It’s been a very busy day. Wanna have a try?”
I was disgusted, but I didn’t want to show it in front of a friend of mine. Instead, I asked, “Mom? Dad? Could you each taste one and tell me which is better? We can step out of the line while you are eating and I can come back when you are done,” I gestured to the small line.
My parents looked at one another. “Sure, I-I guess so,” My mom said. Turning toward George, she said, “One of each please.”
“Here ya go,” George said as he passed both ice creams to my parents, “Enjoy!”
We left the line, and I looked at my parents. My mom had hamster claws with orange zest, while my dad had strawberry cicada.
“There is lots of hard pieces in this one,” my mom pointed out. “How about you eat strawberry cicada?”
“I think Hannah would say it has a weird taste – she doesn’t like strawberries much either.” My dad replied.
“Hannah, which would you like to eat? Now that we ate it and gave you replies?” My mom faced me.
“Could I take a try of both?” I ask. “Or maybe we can share all of them?”
“You don’t want to have your own?” My dad said semi-concerningly as he looked at me. There was a hint of relief when he said that, so I don’t really know if he meant that concern.
“I said I can have a try of both and then decide,” I replied. “Besides, I’ll decide when I have a taste.” I replied.
I tasted both and my parents await my decision. To be honest, both aren’t as bad as I thought, though I wouldn’t willingly eat either. I walk near the counter, and there aren’t any more customers. I look at my wrist. It is five o’clock – there’ll be a 10-minute break before anyone comes again. I don’t know why, that’s just a pattern I see. I noticed that George just walked out of a back door – which I am certain is the place where they make all the ice cream.
“Hey young fellow,” he whisper-talked to me. “A new batch is comin’. Anyone want rainbow chocolate with rainbow sprinkles?”

IC Daily - 03/03/22 (late lol but it's fine)


WARNING: Spoilers from Hunger Games - read at your own risk.

“For the school project, write a five-page essay on the importance of family and provide examples to support it,” Hermione read aloud. “Well, I suppose for starters, they are the people that you rely on and take care of you.” She looked over at her partners, Katniss and Azula, who both had odd expressions on their faces. “What?”
It was Azula who spoke up first, her lips curving up into a rather maniacal smile.
“That sounds absolutely lovely. Seeing as almost all of my family are traitors to the Fire Nation, I think I should have a great deal to contribute.”
“Oh, well in that case—” Hermione began.
“All my family is either dead or very far away,” Katniss interrupted. “My father and sister are dead, and my mother is off working in a completely different district from mine. Peeta's recovering in the Capitol, and I've no idea of his condition.”
“Oh, I'm sorry—”
Azula's fingertips began to emit small wisps of blue flame. A warning sign for anyone who knew her. Hermione knew it.
“Azula—!”
Suddenly the paper which Hermione had been writing on burst into blue flames. They lapped hungrily at the words Hermione had written, and soon it was reduced to nothing but a small pile of glowing ashes.
“Whoops,” Azula sneered.
Hermione glared at her. “What was that for?” she demanded angrily.
"Let's say that was my family example,“ said Azula, smirking.
Hermione turned to face Katniss. The huntress had remained where she was, but her face reflected shock and anger and grief at the same time. What for, Hermione was not sure.
”Katniss, what do you think of Azula burning our project?“ she asked quickly.
Katniss didn't answer. Her eyes had a haunted, dark look.
”The flames… they remind me of my district. District Twelve… gone, reduced to ashes because of the Capitol…“ she whispered. Then she suddenly stopped. She shot an annoyed look at Hermione, as if it was her fault that she had given away too much.
”Don't tell me this turned into a pity party,“ Azula suddenly interrupted, rolling her eyes. ”If so, then I'm leaving.“
”Fine. Leave, Azula,“ shot back Hermione. ”I'll do the entire paper myself if I have to. You won't get any credit, though.“
”As if I care,“ Azula said contemptuously. The Fire Nation royal turned her back on the two girls and walked out.
Hermione turned back to Katniss.
”If you want, you can leave too. I can do this paper.“
Katniss hesitated. Then she nodded.
”Thanks,“ she said shortly. She tried to smile, but it came out more as a grimace. She nodded to Hermione and left as well.
”Alright,“ Hermione said to herself encouragingly. ”Let's get this paper done."
She finished the entire project in about an hour.

468 words

March 2nd Daily
I am a rock, not a pet rock, not a moon rock just a rock. I sit in the front yard of Mr. and Ms.Chocks old cottage. The cottage is a cream yellow that they don’t seem to enjoy. You’ll hear them every now and then sitting outside on their creaky rocking chairs complaining about the color and discussing what color would better suit the house. I personally think a light blue would complement the red roses, green shrubs, and my gray shade very well but alas no one can hear me, except for all the other rocks I am with 24/7 and it’s an understatement to say that they are boring. None of them ever talk, they sit there staring into oblivion, without saying a word. On the other hand though the branches and leaves of the oak tree that towers over the lawn are the loudest most annoying extroverted inanimate objects I have ever met. When my bed time hits over half of the leaves are still talking and laughing like it is the middle of the day, they seem to have no time or sleep or no sense of anyone else's needs. The roses are the complete opposite from the leaves. I have never met one of the roses in person but from what I hear they are the kindest, most caring objects on the lawn. I die to meet one but alas I can not die I am a forever living rock that will get nothing more out of life then small talk with the most boring people or loud annoying conversations from the stuck up tree dwellers. All I wish from my life is for someone to understand me and at least have an interesting personality, or whatnot.

Word Count: 300

March 3rd Daily
Orange olive lane is considered to be the most boring street in the most boring city in the most boring country on the most boring continent and on the most boring planet. At least I think so, and I am pretty sure the orange tabby cat that comes to my house also thinks so too but I’ll never know because cats can’t talk, I wish they could though. I have told people about my dream of talking cats before, they think it is absurd. Once I went to the town's small market with my mom and I told Ms.Harris the fish seller about my idea, he kicked me out of his smelling store and made me wait outside until my mom was done shopping. Luckily though Mr.Harris’s store recently went out of business, and a new ice cream parlor is coming to the town, and I am checking it out today.
- - -
We pulled up to the ice cream parlor just as the doors were beginning to open and the fluorescent lights flickered to illuminate the space. And the space had drastically changed, the shop had been turned from a depressing giant brick to a domed purple sculpture that was set apart from any building I had ever seen. The other people at the opening of the store were not as impressed as I was, some looked unimpressed and even discussed the different styles. Most people were hesitant to go further than the door but I marched right in.

The space on the inside was far more impressive than the exterior, the walls were lined with all kinds of different buckets of ice cream flavors. The first one that caught my eye was a bright illuminate blue one labeled electricity next to it was a gasoline flavor. Further to the right I found a flavor called pure happiness although the bucket was empty. I moved on to find the flavor called chicken feet. I settled on that one, and my mom pulled out a few dollar bills to buy the ice cream before realizing that there was no register. We looked all around, even on the ceiling and in the ventilation tubes, but we didn’t see anything.

Finally my mom exclaimed “I guess it’s free then” and we headed for the arched pink door that was still left open. I took a sniff of my ice cream and asked my mom if she had gotten anything, she claimed that none of the flavors looked appetizing to her.

Word Count: 418

MARCH 4TH & 5TH DAILY NOT A WRITING ASSIGNMENT

March 7th Daily:

Biggest Fear?
Losing what she loves most, only has one living family member left her little sister and everything she does in her life is for the benefit of her little sister. Her goal is to give her little sister the very best life that is unlike her own. lost her family in an attack when her little sister was just a baby they escaped and found their home in the city of Udacala. Udacala is a small town filled with refugees from the war. is currently searching the city for people who used to live in her old town in hopes to reconnect with them.

Greatest Weakness?
Not being able to show restraint, for , saving things for later is something she can’t let her self do, when she was little her parents were wealthy, they saved money in hopes to one day set their daughter () of on a successful life, but on day they lost all their money do to an attack and as well as their lives, the money never went to use, so whenever gets something she is quick to use it/spend it. Sometimes she hates that she has the habit but ultimily she feels that it is too risky to hold it close for long.

Life Changing Event?
The bombing of her birth town is the most signigicant even of her life that has change the way she haddels thing, what she cares for and how she views the world. As someone who is a very family driven person she has been most affected by the death of most of her family in the bombing. For this reason she feels extreme hate for the Nakalida Nations who were responsible for the attack. Her parents who were once friends with a citizen of Nakalida came to check on her after the attack, when they met she screamed for the citizen of Nakalida to go away forever.

Clothing?
She enjoys wearing vests with lots of pockets and warm insulation to protect from the harsh cold weather experienced where she lives. Her favorite vest is one that she bought with her first paycheck, she does not wear it all though because it no longer fits her but it holds a special place in her heart. Baggy black pants make up the majority of her clothes that she wears on her legs. Her back pants are usually paired with high laced boots hat have good grip for climbing, running and making her taller. In general she also enjoys many clothes that make her appear much taller.

Word count: 437

March 8th Daily:

@-RoseBunni Original Writing:
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=47#post-6098285

BOLDED WRITING BY @-RoseBunni

Huge icy raindrops splattered against the windows. The village children sat with their heads pressed against the glass, wide eyes fixed on the procession of soldiers marching through the streets. The heavy rain resounded against the stone streets as the sound of droplets fell into rhythm with the marching of soldiers.
For three days enemy troops had taken over the city of Havensburg.
For three days the children had been trapped inside the schoolhouse.
They didn’t dare to step outside the premises of the schoolhouse, in fear of the consequences that would follow. Now, the children were weak and pale with famine, and the teacher was doing everything she could to send for help.
“I- I want to go home,” one of the children cried out softly.
The teacher wore a concerned expression on her face. “I know, Benjamin. It won’t be long till we can all go home.” she said.
The children gathered around her desk, their solemn faces and trembling lips told a tale of despair and suffering. With nothing but the lunches they had packed days ago and a small stash of emergency supplies, food soon became scarce as the children were forced to ration what they had. That night, the children went to sleep with empty stomachs and cold, shivering bodies.
Long before the arrival of the soldiers, rumors about enemy attacks on the capital city of Havensburg began to form. Yet no one had any proof to justify the assumption. And now the enemies were marching through the village streets, on their way to overthrow the capitol building.
Another night passed by, with soldiers still flooding the streets. By morning the rain had dwindled to a light drizzle. As the children sat around the small fireplace, clinging to the only warmth they had, the teacher peered out the window. She let out a small gasp. The heavy rain from the last three days had forced the warmth out of every last child in the wooden school house but it had also stopped the one thing everyone had feared most. A cannon fire.Through the view of the small window, thick black smoke rose, in miles out from the town's windmill. All around the fire and ennime troops counsummed the town, choking it in unbreakable air. The children coughed as the teacher cupped her hand to her mouth, as her eyes squinted and filled with delicate tears she was trying so hard to shield from the young children. She inhaled and exhaled with a shaky breath as her whole body trembled, the teacher then reached for the windowsill for much needed support and then said with a small a pained voice.

“I am not a fighter, but I will fight for you and do my best to protect you from any harm that is to come your way. But you must know that there is one thing I can not protect you from. . .” She paused and locked eyes with every silent child in the room.”and that is the truth. My home, your home, our home will not ever be the same. What you remember of Havensburg will become a fantasy after I show you what you need to see. But before I do, promise me that you will not give up on our home, regardless of whether you choose to fight, have faith that this is not permanent and that someone will save us.”

A pause filled the dimly lit room before a small voice broke the silence.

“We will save us.” said the girl with long red braids, “We will fight for our home.”

The room broke into small murmurs and whispers until a young boy stood up to stand next to the girl.

“I will fight too.” He said.

“So will I” Another kid stated.

More kids stood up to stand with the young girl, but before they could all stand the teacher cut them off.

“Your willingness to fight is something I have never seen and I admire your bravery, but before you commit you must see what I want to show you.”

The teacher placed her hand on the dusted blue curtain and pulled it out of the way. And although the window was small and bleak the scene was unmistakable.

My Word Count: 400

Week 1 Weekly:
Part 1: Poetry

Alliteration:
If Isabella ignores important information I will initiate internal icicles.

Etheree:
broken glass
shards of agony
crumbling crippling chains
choking gas of poison
consume every waking hour
hidden away from all the world
locked inside a tiny box with hurt
when will life become a blossoming rose
alone to seek one's own path without a light
no candle in sight, only forever darkness.

Narrative Poetry:
no constrans no limits just the imagination
free to run wild no matter how different of unheard of
from the floating clouds to the sinking rocks
there's nowhere you can't explore.
stars shine bright like the unreachable dreams only you can see.

Pastoral:
Straight above a plate of heat
Scarce shade in this shallow land
Itchy sand blowing wildly
Crawling sounds of erie critters
Slithering snakes waiting for a bite
Birds of the wind high above
Different in every way but all with in the reach of the sun

Free Verse:
My floor is messy like a busy jungle
Pens and pencils like fallen twigs
And leaves like loose sheet of paper
The dirt of the jungle as my crumbs and hair
I like the lion who rules the jungle in all its glory.

My floor like the busy train station
Crumbs scattered about all for different reasons
Pens and pencils like oncoming trains.
And papers like the dirty platforms.
My entire floor is like an interlocking pattern of trails.
Each crumb on it’s own path alone.

But what my floor is, is truly uncertain
Could in a jungle or a bustling station or perhaps even more
Regardless, my floor is messy.
And I don’t know how to keep it clean.
My closet door is open, the messiest of all.
Board Games,cards, fallen clothes, what not to find on the ground.
But in the messiest there are treasures like books and stuffed animals.

All Poetry Word Count: 303

Part 2: Essay
Twenty four letters make up the English alphabet allowing us to write original literature and speak with clear and sophisticated voices. However despite the uniqueness of every letter, there is one that does not provide any new sounds and is simple to be used alone in a word, this letter is the infamous letter Q. According to Grammarly Q is the least common letter in the English language. It’s appearance frequency is only .1%, we don’t need this letter in the alphabet and for the better of our literature it should be removed.

Q the seventeenth letter in alphabet has very heavy restrictions on how it can be used in proper grammar, as an example it must always be paired with the letter U, this rule can be seen in words like: Queen and Quill, so the question is why Q. Many last names with the same pronunciation are spelled with an with the letter Q. The last name Quan and Kwan are a prime example of this, we can see that while the last two letters are identical the first two differ despite making the same sound. With this info we can realize that the QU sound can be replaced with the sound KW. And not only that, websites like Debate.org have this topic on their website opening a pole for people to visit and vote at. Other people around the internet like on reddit have also discussed this topic and it’s pros and cons. Some cons being that the letter being used in people's names, and how removing this letter would be disrespectful to those people, while this is true removing the letter can be done gradually, and words, not names can be changed over time changing QU to KW. Lastly the capital letter Q is not similar to the lowercase “q”, if we are to keep the letter Q in the alphabet it is at least sensible to change the capital letters appearance. The letter could look similar to that of a flipped P with a small line at the end to resemble the lowercase letter. Another possible solution would be to instead change the appearance of the lowercase “q” to have it more closely resemble the uppercase “Q”. A possible appearance for the altered letter could be a standard small circle similar to the lowercase “o” with another small line sticking out. In other words the uppercase Q scaled down to the standard lowercase size in the English alphabet.

All in all we can conclude that out of all the twenty four letters in the alphabet Q is the most useless. With strict rules and unreasonable conditions that hold down the letter and how it can be used we have no reason to keep. Websites like debate.org and Reddit have also addressed this topic, mostly agreeing with it’s removal. It’s appearance frequency is only .1%, we don’t need this letter in the alphabet and for the better of our literature it should be removed.

Word Count: 500

Part 3: Screenwriting

AMY playing laying on bed throwing a tennis ball up and down. Door opens.

MOM
AMY time to go, honey. Get your shoes on, we're going to see the opening of the shop!

AMY puts on her shoes and socks. AMY and MOM are walking to the shop.

AMY
I haven't seen any new buildings being built, where is this new shop?

MOM
Oh, the shop is where Mr.Harris’ old fish market used to be.

AMY
OH! Really did Mr.Harris finally go out of business!

MOM
Yes, just two months ago his property went up for sale, no one knows who bought it. . .

AMY
Well I guess we’ll find out then, I hope whoever it is, is nothing like Mr.Harris.

MOM
What is it you have against Mr.Harris? He really isn’t that bad you know. . .

AMY
Oh, OH! Mr.Harris? Do you remember that time you forced me to go to his fish market because there was know one at home to watch me!!

MOM
Calm down AMY, and I don’t remember but continue.

AMY
Well when we got to the store you were shopping for some Dorade fish to cook with so I decided to give Mr.Harris some company. I walked up to him and started talking to him about my existential crisis about my dream of talking cats. AND THEN HE JUS—–

MOM
AMY why is your voice so loud, everyone can hear you.

AMY
Sorry. . . AND THEN HE JUS——–

MOM
That's even louder, calm down honey.

AMY
Alright, alright fine. And then he just kicked me out, and made me wait out there till you were done shopping!

MOM
He made you wait out there because you were being way too loud!

AMY
PFFFFFT—- whatever!

AMY and MOM reach the new store. They look shook by the transformation of what used to look like a lifeless brick turned into a doomed purple sculpture. Many others at the opening look underwhelmed and disapproving.

AMY
WOW! This is amazing! Let's go inside! What do you think the store sells?!!

MOM
I don’t know yet! Let's find out.

The doors of the new shop open up and people are hesitant to go inside. AMY marches right in. Her MOM follows.

The inside of the store is lined with all kinds of different buckets of ice cream flavors. AMY is very, very impressed!

AMY
WOWZA! MOM LOOK AT THAT——–

MOM
Shush, AMY! You don’t want to get kick out again do you?

AMY
Look at that flavor! It says gasoline!

MOM grunts with disgust.

MOM
Uhh, I'm not sure you want to get that flavor. . .

AMY
OH OH OH! Look at that one it's labeled electricity!

Small blue lightning flashes pop out of the bucket and zap the lights, making them brighter.

MOM
AHHHH! WHAT WAS THAT!

AMY
COOL! DO IT AGAIN!!.

The blue lightning flashes zap and make the lights dimmer.

AMY
Well, that's still cool I guess!

MOM is still in shock, shaking in the corner, eye darting around at aver noise. Amy walks over to look at some more ice cream buckets.

AMY
This one sounds good! Chicken feet! MOM can we get this one?

MOM is still in shock. Suddenly two HANDS pop up from the black and white tiled floor! The HANDS open their palms. One is demanding money, the other is offering ice cream. AMY does not understand that they want money.

AMY
Uhh. . . Is the ice cream for me?

The HANDS stretch out, shoving the ice cream and open palm in her face. AMY reaches for the ice cream. The HAND demanding money slaps her hand and pretends to be holding cash.

AMY
OH! You want MONEY! Well, I don’t have any but my MOM does!

MOM is still in shock, unable to move. The HAND slides over to her and reaches into her purse. It pulls out 3 one dollar bills. Across the store the other HAND gives AMY her ice cream. Then the HAND go back into the ground taking the money with them. MOM suddenly breaks out of her shock.

MOM
ROBER! STEALER! THIEF! THEY TOOK MY MONEY! SOMEONE HELP! STOP THEM!

Script Writing Word Count: 700

Part 4: Non Fiction
1:
The story of the American Revolution is one of great triumph and bravery. With the people of a place standing up for one the one thing they all believed in. To the great minds coming together for once battle. And while all were necessary to the success, there was one forgotten man that helped dramatically with the revolution. He was Alexander Hamilton. Born in Charlestown, Nevis he eventually migrated to what is now the USA and became an essential member of the revolution.

When Hamilton arrived in the United States of America he began his education at King College which is now known as Columbia University. There he made friends with Robert Troup and over time they became lifelong friends. During his time at King's College, Hamilton, Troup and four other undergraduates formed a group that was against the british. Hamilton felt strongly about his beliefs, and once publicly voiced his opinion about the matter as a counter argument to Samuly Seabury who at the time had published several pamphlets promoting the british.
Alexander Hamilton was also famously, Geoge Washington's right hand man, for most of the revolution. Many people know of this event. In the musical “Hamilton” by Lin Manuel-Miranda a song dedicated to this event named the right hand man sings about this event. The musical Hamilton also promotes some personal aspects of the man's life that shaped his public and political image.

Alexander Hamilton married Elizabeth Scuyler in the time of the revolution their marriage lasted until Hamilton's death on January 31, 1795 where he was killed by a gunshot in a standoff with his long anime Arron Burr. Burr and Hamilton met when Hamilton had just moved to the USA and was in search of a purpose in life. Despite their differences both men had very similar situations, both who had never known their fathers were determined to give their children the best life.

The history of the American Revolution is a history of great victories and courage the occur when people rise up for what they believe in. The people there stood up for one thing everyone believed in. Great minds come together to fight one battle. And although everything was necessary for success, there is one forgotten man who dramatically helped the revolution. His name was Alexander Hamilton. Born in Charlestown, Nevis, he eventually emigrated to present-day America and became an important participant in the American revolution.


2:
Mars, Our New Home.
introduction:
Mars, the fourth planet in the solar system, discovered in 1610 by Galileo. Originally it seemed to be an uninhabitable planet that was not suited for life. But recent studies have shown that this is not entirely true, life could be sustainable on mars. Technology has been created to re-create the things we need to live, like: oxygen and water. We, human beings, could have a future on Mars but we have to choose whether or not we want to go through with this innovative plan or to give it up and stick to our Earth that is slowly collapsing into an unforgivable environment.

argument 1:
One thing that all humans need to live is water. Water is essential, as it helps maintain the balance of body fluids in one’s body and it is a necessity for almost every living creature we know to ever exist. And this is what has turned most people away from mars, at first glance mars seems like a barren wasteland, with nothing useful for humans. But if you dig a little deeper what you will find is extraordinary. According to a ted talk given in 2015 by Stephan Petranek, the phoenix lander captured a photo of ice found a few inches under the surface of mars in 2008. The photo shows small specks of white scattered around in a small area, meaning that most likely other underground places holding ice that could be melted into drinking water. And even more water can be found in the soil on mars, according to the ted talk, mars soil can carry up to 60% water. Which undoubtedly can be filtered into healthy drinkable water, for a sustainable population. But there is one problem, melting and extracting water from mars will take days, months, possibly even years of energy and human labor and this is where WAVAR comes in. WAVAR is a dehumidifier built in 1998 at the university of washington. And this machine works like a low-tech dehumidifier, and Mars' atmosphere is almost always 100% humid. This will allow the machine to extract water from the air, without having to worry about how long things will take.

argument 2:
But we need more than water to have a sustainable life on mars, food is another essential. On earth food is created on farms that use water, which can be re-created on mars by using hydroponics. Hydroponics is a technique that allows food to be grown without any soil, and indoors. The substitute of soil in this method is a nutritious liquid made for plants that lets them grow and provides the same thing that soil does in a different form. Workers on NASA have already started experimenting with this technique, things like onions, bibb lettuce and radishes have already been grown and even more healthy plants and produce are on their way.

argument 3:
The final thing that can be re-created on Mars in many different ways is shelter. As stated by the ted talk, during the beginning of the colonization homes can be built out of inflatable pressurized buildings and the rockets that landed on mars could also provide a safe house but not for long, soon shelter will be made out of the soil on mars, which has a perfect formula for bricks. If the soil is mixed with a little bit of polymer plastic, and then microwaved it can be then molded into walls for building that will protect from solar radiation. Or, another possible solution for shelter will be to go underground into big caves and/or the many lava tubes that have been found despite the little exploration we have done on Mars’ geography and landscape. Now one thing that you might not consider shelter on earth, will be clothing, the clothing worn on mars will need to provide shelter from radiation and cold. And a brilliant scientist at MIT has created a blueprint for what mars suits might look like. The space suit has been designed to look sleek while still keeping us together.

counter argument:
However, one major obstacle that we will face no matter what on our journey to mars, is the length of the trip. According to the Nasa Mars Mission WebSite it will take 7 months to complete a trip to mars and the spacecraft will have to travel 300 million miles / 480 million kilometer to reach the designated landing site (Jezero Crater). Many people have called these numbers outrages saying that no one would want to spend that long locked up in a solid metal can for longer. But 200,00 young aspiring astronauts say otherwise. According to the Mars One website around two hundred thousand people registered in a survey, saying they were interested in the opportunity to take one this once and a lifetime experience. Out of all those surveyed 10,000 of them completed their full application process and the Mars One Mission Team was able to narrow down the applicants to 100 people that could potentially have a future as part of the colonization of Mars. This shows that there are dreamers out there, people who are willing to take the first step, regardless of the challenges and dangerous possible outcomes.

counter argument:
The danger of going to mars is also the odds of a successful launch and landing. According to a ted talk given in 2015, out of all the 44 rockets sent to mars, only a third of them succeed. But according to Wikipedia since 2015 12 objects have been sent to mars 11 of which were successful, and the one failed mission was sent by the ESA , which is not a very advanced space program, that does not set the standard. From the rockets sent in recent years the success rate has been almost 100% successful and there's little reason to doubt the capability of our model rockets that will fuel our innovative development.

conclusion:
While Mars may seem like an unforgiving planet with harsh environments and unlivable conditions, it is impossible to ignore how similar the dunes of Mars mirror our desserts. Many of the things we need on earth can be recreated on mars. Food can be grown indoors. Water can be found in the soil as well as at the poles where thin ice sheets have been photographed. Shelter can be made from the soil on mars which has the perfect formula for brick to create strong and sturdy structures that protect from the harmful radiation and freezing temutups. Although at first glance Mars may seem like an uninhabitable place, our technology is quickly advancing to create unbelievable machines that have the power to send mankind to explore the universe and it’s wonders.

Total Non-Fi Word Count:1528

Weekly 1 Total Word Count: 3031

Cabin Wars:

The frosted window from the morning had melted instantly after the attack. One second I was in awe at the endless patterns and shapes, and then my heart froze as three houses next door thick black smoke fumed into the air, and in that moment everyone knew our town's greatest worry had become a reality.

“Fala! Get away from the window!” My mother demanded protectively.

I scrambled off the cushioned bench and dashed after my mother into the backroom. She had already begun stuffing her messenger bag with copper coins and valuable seeds when I entered the room.

“Fala” she said firmly, not a hint of fear seeping through her voice “Get your sister in the carrier, it's under the cart of horseradish.”

“What. . .?!! Are we going somewhere?” I exclaimed in a panic as I obediently slipped on the cotton baby carrier, and slipped my sleeping sister into its fabric.

“Yes, you and your sister will go through the lawless forest, there you will find my sister. She lives in a small isolated town.”

“What!? But we can’t go into the lawless forest!”

“Not we, just your and your sister.”

“What! Where are you going to go! Why aren't you coming!”

“I am staying here to fight, darling.”

“FIGHT!?? YOU ARE STAYING HERE TO DIE!!”

“I am staying here to protect my home. You can not change my mind about that.”

“I WILL CHANGE YOUR MIND!!!!” I said fighting back a waterfall of tears. I wiped my stuffy nose and locked eyes with my mother.

“Fala, I will come to the lawless forest once this fight is done. I promise.”

“Fine! But you promised.”

“I know I promised.”

“How will we know where to go?”

“The forest will always guide the lost, you will find your way.”

“But how will your sister know it is us?”

My mother slipped a rusted golden locket out from under her wool sweater and rently unclasped the back. She then lifted her arms and put the dazzling lock around my neck and tucked it into my thin shirt.

My mother signed,“You're going to need something thicker than that.” she said disapprovingly.

She shuffled over to a small cabinet of clothes and pulled out a thick green sweater.

“I thought I told you to put this on this morning.”

“Yeah well it got hot.”

“Oh it got hot, we are in the middle of winter Fala.”

“Sorry” I said as I slipped the sweater over my sister and I who was still soundly asleep.

She then rummaged through the box of knit hats and scarfs. We didn’t have any animal skinned hats because our money didn’t buy that kind of expense. My mother pulled out a burnt orange scarf and black hat for my sister

“Here, put these on. They will keep your warm”

I obeyed and put the black hat on my still sleeping sister. As I put on the scarf I was careful to scratchy cotton from brushing my sister. She is a very texture sensitive person.

Word Count: 505

Cabin Wars:
Small icicles dripped from the roof outside. They hadn’t been there the last time I looked out the window. Overnight the scene from my window had been turned upside down into a winter wonderland. I slipped on my warm boots and dashed outside into my backyard. My shoes made tracks in the snow, I almost regretted running outside because the snow that was once perfect had now been imprinted with me. But that wouldn't hold me down. The snow topped trees in the backyard, made for the impression of a forest in the midst of nowhere. I stepped up to the tree with the thinnest truck and began to shake it, in hopes of experiencing a snow storm. The snow for the trees came tumbling down, more than I would have liked came down my shirt and hit my back. I shrieked with surprise and excitement.

Word Count: 146

Daily ( I used @p-e-p-p-p-e-r's flavors)
The street is dark as I run through the alleys. I finally reach my destination: Ye Olde Ice Cream Shoppe. The pastel colors brighten my mood by a lot and I smile, thinking of the delightful treats that await me. The open till greets my eyes that feast on the bright colors before finally deciding to chose what I want. Dragonfruit Chocolate is my favorite but today I want something fruity, not sweet. I overlook the flavors such as Chocolate Blueberry Marker and Orange Crayon. I glance at the electricity flavor and the chicken's feet flavor before setting my hungry eyes on the unappetizing cat fur flavor. Looking at the empty bucket of pure happiness makes my mouth water. I finally decide on eating a interesting flavor; Coca-Cola Chocolate. It tastes sweet on my tongue and is a choice I decide to remember for next time. After finishing my delicacy I run back through the darkened alleys of the New York afternoon, and into my apartment and my pillows and blankets.

171 Words

Weekly:

Poetry:


Limerick:
There once was a fellow called Matt
Who brought home a gigantic cat
It would meow and would bite
And stay up at night
To catch all the neighbourhood rats!

Acrostic
Kittens and puppies, laughing with glee
In their young hearts, nothing’s quite out of reach
Daring to wonder, daring to dream
Soft tender hands, soft tender wings

Ballad (I think):
It’s like floating on a cloud
Or leaping from the trees
Sailing on the crescent moon
Wading in a stream
It’s dark, cold nights
Blurring into days
The sun shining like gold
Over narrow alleyways
It’s falling asleep to rain
Or running through the grass
It’s counting all the starts
It’s remembering the past
It’s every little treasure
You find down by the beach
The warm fire crackling
As you drift off to sleep
It’s sailing with dolphins
Or playing in the snow
It’s being hopeful for the future
Wherever you go

Free verse:
In the cellar
The mice are scurrying
Dragging their long tails
Stealing the cheese
As the moon hangs low outside
The ravens are squawking
With their black glossy wings
Their talons so sharp
Nothing going past their eyes
The spiders, big and dark
Spinning their beautiful silvery webs
Clambering fast and about,
Waiting patiently for their prey
The dust mites laying about
And drifting lazily in the air
Every door creaking
Every wall cracked
The darkness like a blanket
Every window closed
Every stair groaning
Like each time is the last
The cold sending shivers
And voices in your head
You cannot really hear
Not for the feeble of hearts
This night filled with shadows
And unspoken words
Only the bravest will dare mutter
And share their food with the rats
So sit here and join them
In the cellar

Haiku:
A lonely bird flies
Separated from it's flock
Searching for shelter
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Essay:

How often have you seen a rat or a mouse in someone's home instead of a dog or a cat? Surprisingly for most people, mice make amazing, and suitable pets, sometimes even more than dogs and cats, the most common house pets. In fact, there are a lot of reasons you should have a rodent as a pet. If you're thinking of getting one. Let me tell you some now:

First of all, mice are pretty clean. This may surprise you as mice and rats are usually associated with the plague and other dangerous illnesses and diseases, but it’s true! Mice groom themselves constantly and are actually very neat and tidy. They also have stronger immune systems and are less likely to get really sick. That doesn’t mean they don’t spread germs though, so you should still bring your new pet to a doctor to check for any signs of sickness. Second of all, mice are small and don’t require as much maintenance as bigger, more common pets. They just need a large, well-built cage, some food and water, along with toys and you’re good to go for the time being. They don’t need to be walked and they won’t knock over your furniture. They should still be taken care of and paid a lot of attention to, though. And should not be neglected. Mice are also quieter and have a much more friendly, docile nature than people expect. They love to be cuddled and given attention to. Furthermore, they’re extremely intelligent, as many tests and experiments on them have proven. You know, all those tests with the mazes where the mice try to reach a block of cheese and navigate through? If you don’t believe me, why don’t you check it out for yourself? Mice are easy to train and can be taught to do a lot of things that you can train dogs to do, like performing tricks (Walking across a rope, jumping through hoops, shaking hands, etc.), going to the litter box or responding to their name. They can ride on your shoulder and love to be petted, and they’re sure to bring you and your family just as much joy and entertainment as any other animal you may see in a shelter or shop. They’re also social and like being with other mice, so if you adopt one and it seems sad, then maybe it’s just lonely. It’s suggested to buy a pair of mice that are pretty close, especially if you are not going to be able to spend time with your pet for that long each day.

In conclusion, don’t lower your mindset when it comes to these small rodents. About half a million people in the world have these tiny critters as pets, after all. And they’re perfect for someone who wants an animal friend but is hesitant about getting something bigger and more high maintenance like a dog or cat. So push away the stereotypes about them and try to give them a home if you’re ready for it. And maybe you’ll fall in love with the idea of a mouse as a pet as well!


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Script:

Excerpt:

https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/525694/?page=1#post-5458207

Script:

(The setting is outside. A large grassy hill overlooking a park and some trees are the main focus. The weather is sunny and comfortable, two kids, between the ages of 8 and 11, are running around, laughing.)

JESS: Can't catch me! Can't catch me! (giggling and running away from JACOB)
JACOB: (Also laughing) Just you wait!
JESS: (A few feet away) Can't catch m- OW!
(Jacob stops to catch his breath and looks over at his sister, concerned)
JACOB: (Worried) What's wrong?
(He runs over, pausing and looking at the situation before him. JESS is rubbing her head, a large ripe mango lying on the grass a few inches away)
JESS: (Pointing) That mango fell from the sky and hit me on the head! (Jacob looks confused and takes a closer look)
JACOB: (Worried) But where did it come from?
JESS: Maybe it fell from space? Or a mango tree?
JACOB: (Looking doubtful): There are no mango trees here. Maybe a bird passed by carrying the mango and it dropped it on your head?
JESS: (Irritated) Maybe…. (Looking angry, Jess picks up the mango and inspects it for a few seconds. She licks her lips and takes a big bite.)
JACOB: NO!
(Panicked, Jacob runs over and snatches the mango away)
JACOB: You shouldn't eat it!
(Jess ignores him. She stands at the side, eyes closed and a pleased expression on her face.)
JESS: (Happy) Well, even though it fell from the sky, it sure is tast-AH!
(Jess starts floating off of the ground. First, her left foot, and then her entire body levitates and starts floating away. She waves her feet and arms desperately as Jacob tries to stop her.)
JACOB: Jess! (He runs over and grabs Jess's arm. Jess stops going up but stays suspended in the air. Both of them are extremely panicked)
JESS: (Terrified) What's happening???
JACOB: (Despairingly) I-I don't know…..(He looks around, then calls back up, voice shaky) Why-why don't you try to take another bite out of that mango?
(Jacob throws the mango up to Jess. She grabs it and takes another big bite. Almost immediately, she falls back to the ground. Jess lies there for a moment, then slowly stands up. Jacob runs over to her, concerned.)
JACOB: Are you okay?
(Jess doesn't speak for a few seconds. Her eyes are wide. Then suddenly she gasps.)
JESS: Jacob!
JACOB: (Relived) What?
JESS: (Excited) I can see through things! (She jumps around, giggling) I have X-ray vision! I can see through that tree! And through that hill! And I can see through YOU! (She starts laughing hysterically)
JACOB: But how?
JESS: It must be the mango!
JACOB: Maybe your right….. (He looks around until his eyes rest on the mango, still in the grass. He picks it up. Jess had taken two large bites out of it, but it's so big it barely looks touched. He digs his teeth into the juicy flesh and makes it a third.)
JACOB: Mmmm…..this actually does taste really goo-
(Jacob suddenly feels a tingling start in his arms and travel swiftly down to his legs. It energizes him and makes him want to get up and run. SO he does. He runs around the entire part three times before stopping in front of Jess, his eyes ablaze.)
JESS: (Amazed) You….you were there! And then you were there! It was like a thunderclap! You were going so fast- the mango gave you super speed!
JACOB: You're right…….I ran so fast I didn't even get tired - so does that mean the mango gives us superpowers? (He suddenly stops and realized that Jess isn't there anymore. He panics and looks around.)
JACOB: JESS? Jess, where are you?!
JESS: (Voice coming out of thin air) I'm right here, silly!)
(Jacob jumps and looks around, but doesn't see anything)
JACOB: (Cautiously) Are you…..invisible?
JESS: (Gleefully) You bet I am! (A few seconds later she reappears, holding the mango with five large bites carved into it)
JACOB: You have to stop scaring me like that! (he takes the mango and takes a small bite out of it, barely cutting the skin. At first, nothing happens, but then he gasps as the grass around his feet starts growing and becoming brighter and greener at an alarming pace. he steps back and bumps into a tree, which starts lengthening, its branches widening and the flowers on it growing bigger and prettier until they are at full bloom.)
JESS: That's amazing! (Jacob happily throws the mango back to her. Upon taking a bit, she shapeshifts into a large peacock, strutting around with a pleased expression on her face)
)The camera zooms out to show kids continuing to pass the mango back and forth and gain new powers, laughing the entire time. The volume goes lower as slowly the scene fades to black)


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Non-fi:

A long time ago I had an interesting dream that I want to share. (Not as detailed as what I'm describing below though) I was in my bed at night when suddenly I heard a crashing sound. I jumped up and ran downstairs to see a giant furry spider, about the size of a horse, staring at me in the kitchen. Terrified, I turned and tried to run away, but more spiders crowded around me, making horrifying clicking noises. I could see my reflection in their wide, shiny eyes. They blocked all the doorways, some of them hanging from sticky white webs on the ceiling and staring down at me as the rest approached, cornering me. Somehow I got my hands on a weapon, and I managed to escape. I saw the spiders scurrying after me, come crawling out of sight and some right on my tail. In my room, there was a gigantic web which I got stuck in. Terrified, I tried to pull myself free, but all my motivation had depleted. Weirdly, none of the spiders who had been chasing me before entered my room. They just stood idly by the doorway, watching me try to cut myself free. Once I did, I turned towards the wall, ready to run. But before that, the scene blurred and everything suddenly went pitch black.
I woke up later, not being able to remember the rest of my dream. Since I was pretty young at that time, I was fairly traumatized and horrified by my dream. But over time the entire situation became pretty hilarious. I spent a long time thinking about the dream, and other dreams that I had in the past. Now usually I find I have a hard time falling asleep and even having dreams at all, and the dreams I had when I was very young are more vibrant and colourful than my dreams now. I once also read a book that explained the psychology of dreams in an easy-to-understand way. According to Wikipedia, dreams are ‘a succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that usually occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep’. Some people think that dreams hold real meanings and even premonitions for the real world. Like a warning about something to come. Sometimes they trigger a sense of deja vu in the people who have them. I'm not really sure if I believe in that stuff or not. Well, whatever it is about dreams and nightmares, sometimes their the best source of inspiration for stories.

I recently had to do research on Katherine Johnson, a famous Black mathematician, for a school project. And what I found was fascinating, so I thought I would share. Katherine (Originally Katherine Coleman) was born on August 16, 1918, in White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia. From a young age, she was already really smart and loved numbers and math. So much so, in fact, that she enrolled in high school at only ten years old and graduated at fourteen years old. She later went on to college and took every math course there. One of the teachers even created extra math courses just for her! She graduated top of her class in 1937 and took on a teaching job at a black public school in Marion. Her career really took off, however, she got hired by NASA as a ‘computer’ (Which meant she would calculate numbers and track space flights to ensure their safety and successful voyage), which was not easy for an African-American woman like her to achieve. She did wonderfully though and contributed to the space flights of many Americans, including Alan Shephard on the first American human spaceflight. People learned to trust her quick and precise math skills even more than the computers of that time. She also won many awards for her work with NASA, including the Presidential Medal Of Freedom. There was even a book written about her and other women of colour who worked at NASA, titled ‘hidden figures’ and a movie adaption of the same name. Katherine was focused and passionate about what she did and didn't let hurtful and thoughtless comments about her race or gender hurt her in any way, saying ‘I didn’t feel any segregation. I knew it was daring, but I didn't feel it.' She married twice and had six children, changing her last name to Johnson after her second husband, James johnson. Even when Katherine died on February 24, 2020, which was just two years ago, her legacy still lives on and she is still an inspiration to many young people of colour wanting to explore the boundaries of science and math and reach for their dreams. As she said it herself. “We will always have STEM with us. Some things will drop out of the public eye and will go away, but there will always be science, engineering, and technology. And there will always, always be mathematics.”

Daily for March 3rd


I creaked into the abandoned house which belonged to my great uncle. The house was full of fog and was covered in dust. There was a pile of bricks near the fireplace. I wondered why they were there. I took a seat on an old bed and started to text my BFFL, Emily. After I looked up, one of the bricks started to float. I was scared to death. They were heading out to me, I tried to run to the door, but it closed. I called my parents and told them that I was stuck at a haunted mansion, but they just said: “Your destiny…” and hung up. I thought I was going to die or something. But, I thought of the positive ways. I went to search a backdoor so I could escape, but a shadow of a lady was on a glass door. I slowly walked up to the door and opened it. There was a black lady in a dark room… and the door shut.



173 words

HORROR FOR THE WIN!

March 4, 2022

Word count: 0

Did Evelyn because I'm kinda :sparkle: obsessed :sparkle: She's like cottagecore/fairycore :00



all images taken off of google except for the drawing of evelyn which is by me <33

March 4, 2022 Daily
Here's Radea, eheh <3 (Drawing is by me, but the photos are not)

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SWC March 4, 2022 Daily
Marina - you can probably tell her personality from her name but incase you can't, she is a mermaid who lives in the sea and loves the creatures and beauty of the reef.

Word Count:32

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Nikki ▧ she/her ▧ writer ▧ environmentalist ▧ dancer

WEEKLY:

1. Haikus (because I love haikus and wrote an swc one in my leader app xD) I'm writing more because of the 300

I adore mangoes
I write about them in camp
Mangoes are tasty

You simply won't beat
When the heat is crashing down
A nice cold ice cream

2. Acrostic (because I also like acrostics )

Writing is bliss
Roaring waves of words
In my ears it is music
The craftsmanship of dreamers
Interesting and beautiful
Never boring
Giving me life


Forever is a strong word
Of bounds and connections
Resented by the broken-hearted
Eternity is the limit
Vows that must be kept
Everlasting friendships
Recklessly made for forever.

multiple word one???

Enraptured by joy,
Not a single bit of sadness
Reaching out to the world of unrest and unjust
And keeping you forever in the moment
Putting you in a wonderful state of mind where nothing else matters
True beauty is held within
Uncanny most of all, yet the purest of anything else that might compare
Running through your veins, filling you up
Encasing you in a world of its own
Don't let anything stop you, it never will

Become the joy, spread it, share it, and enjoy it
You give and recieve

Joy-filled buckets
Of your hearts flight
You are enraptured by joy

3+4. Monorhyme (because YES RHYMING) AND etheree B) - yes I was paid a dime to rhyme???

Paid a dime
The time is prime
I think it is time
Where I decide to rhyme
To not would be such a crime
So now I go up for the climb
To do so many different rhymes
And I know it will be rather sublime
No chance, I will not simply just do a mime
Yes I will actually do it, the fun rhyme.

5. Tounge Twister (hey, it was listed as kind of a type of poem… >:D YES)

How have hands joined pencils (5x fast >

Part Two: Essay - We undervalue little kind acts (only 4 paragraphs, sorry if it's short and a little repetitive ) 510 words

Have you ever smiled because of a little thing and felt so much better afterward? We undervalue doing those little things to make someones day. This is clearly evident when people are showing that they don't care or do not have empathy. Sometimes, we need to take two seconds to be helpful. It can really make someone's day or do the opposite - ruin someones day. This can be from making tiny habits of doing things for other people, or knowing how to help yourself when you need to. Now, I'll tell you how, and why you need/can do that.

A lot of times you may feel down or feel like you don't have a lot of energy and just want to go to sleep. And many times, a small little thing or snide remark/quip can be the last thing you need. People aren't considerate enough to remember this and have some respect. We don't know what other people are going through, and should go just a little bit out of our way to do something kind. I know because a lot of times I don't want to start the school day, and then when I stub my toe, I just want to scream and put a pillow over my head. But when I start off the school day and someone holds the door for me when it was about to close, it is a kind gesture that doesn't make me want the day to just be over. Some people might say that this doesn't matter and we do enough, nobody really cares. But people DO care, and I know many other people care. You would! And we're not doing enough, because you can never have enough kindness. This is because this sort of thing is generally overlooked for those reasons.

In addition, we also can cheer ourselves up sometimes for being too hard on ourselves. We don't have to be perfect, don't have to get an a plus in math or english or science. Even just having a spoon of ice cream can help. You can smile, hug a family member, or do something you love! Sometimes we overlook this and don't do this, but that can lead to sadness and just collapsing into yourself. While you may think you'll feel better the next day, you won't always, and should feel better now. Happiness is such a big leader in our life! We can then do everything the very best we can do, and love what we're doing! We control this, and can make anyone happier.

In conclusion, you can make someone's day - or your own day - with just a little tiny habit of smiling, or holding the door. We need to do these things to go on with our everyday life and live pleasantly. You don't need anything else, like being perfect or wonderful at something, because out there someone is going to love you for who you are, and people shouldn't judge as much. We may undervalue kindness now, but we can always fix that.

edit: continuation at https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=32#post-6088087

Part Three: Scriptwriting :0 (716 words)

Original (recognize this? ) As the morning dew rest apon the grass, elena yawned and stretched her arms over her pillow. The sun had come to say hi today, unlike with yesterdays rain. She slipped on her clothes and some morning slippers, and went down to greet her parents. But her heart lurched to the bottom of her stomach - they weren't there. Note: I will be extending this :0



ELENA:

Good morning!!!



ELENA: (under her breath)

Gosh, is anyone awake yet, or is it just me? I think I know which one of those is right.



ELENA:

Hello! Rise and shine! Time to wake up-



ELENA:

Well, nevermind. You did wake up.



ELENA:

What the-



Hello? Is anybody there? Has anyone seen my parents? Hellooo?!



ELENA:

HELLO?! HELLOOOOO?!!



OLIVER:

What do you want?

ISABEL:

And why the heck were you banging on the door and yelling so noisily?!

ELENA:

UMMM, HELLO? My parents are gone, I shout around the whole neighborhood and nobody notices, and everyone's gone except for us? Did you not notice your parents were missing?



ISABEL:

Well… You see…

OLIVER:

Not really, because, well, our parents aren't around most of the time. They always have to go on buisness trips all the time.



OLIVER:

But like, are you serious? Is there nobody else here? Or are you just pranking us?



ELENA:

Be my guest - I have no idea why, but we're the only ones left.



ELENA:

See?

ISABEL: (breathlessly)

Whoa, she really wasn't lying. Not a single soul in sight besides the three of us.

OLIVER:

Yeah.

ELENA:

Yes, see? Now why are we the only three, what are we supposed to do, and where is everyone else? And maybe how many people are gone? The town? The state? Country? WORLD?!!! (Frantic)



OLIVER:

We don't know, we're as much in the dark as you are!

ISABEL:

Yeah, what he said.

ELENA:

WELL WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!

THE TWINS:

We don't know!






ELENA:

Well we have to do something.

ISABEL:

Yeah. And there might be others like us. They might even know more about the situation than we do.

OLIVER:

I'm worried.

ELENA:

You think?



ISABEL:

We could start with some research. What we need to survive, if this has happened before, and maybe posting something somewhere in case there are other people like us. And hopefully, adults.

ELENA and OLIVER:

Yeah, good idea.

ELENA:

We should all post on social media and call the people we know.

OLIVER: Alright.



ELENA:

UGH, nobody is picking up!

OLIVER:

Yeah, same here.

ISABEL:

Keep going, there must be a reason why we're here, and we probably aren't the only ones. Didn't you think you were the only person left before we answered the door?

ELENA:

Yes, but-

ISABEL: (firmly)

We have to keep going.

OLIVER:

I'm out of numbers and contacts, nobody has picked up!

ELENA:

I think I am, too.

ISABEL: (frustrated, desperately)

Can you think of anyone. ANYONE else?



ELENA:

actually… I don't know if I remember it…



ELENA:

Great aunt Bertha… maybe?



ELENA: (out of breath and surprise)

AUNT BERTHA?!!! Hi so everyone's missing except me and the neighbors the twins, and the world might have ended and-



AUNT BERTHA:

Yes, I know, although I'm surprised about the neighbors. This was bound to happen eventually.

ELENA, OLIVER and ISABEL:

What do you mean?!

AUNT BERTHA:

Well, I guess I have a lot of explaining to do, huh?

Yes, I'm leaving you on a cliffhanger >:> B)

Part four: non-fiction (ooh, mine :> now I don't have to read my whole workshop >:D )

Narrative History: 401 words

The crowd gathered and jostled for spots. At the lincon memorial in Wasington DC, history was about to be made. The powerful words spoken through the voice of an activist, the famous “I have a dream” speech was about to make its debut. It was a game changer for the african american civil rights movement. About two hundred fifty thousand people were listening to Martin Luther King Junior give his speech. After many speeches, King was the last. Everyone there was different, and united to demand voting and other equal rights for everyone. A hush fell over the large crowd as he stepped up to the podium. He started to speak. “Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice.” At each word, the audience found their purpose, shining a light on equality. “I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.” All that Martin Luther King Jr said was a step forward. He continued on, because he knew it was the right thing. “I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.” Everyone was enraptured. “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.” Now he had done it. Those moments in martin luther king junior's speech that day were history to be remembered. And with great passion and truth, Martin Luther King Jr had filled the community's hearts and souls with his words, changing the united states forever.

Persuasive hehe >:D please not think that this is a lie and I actually researched this a while back (484 words)

Chocolate milk is a wonderful and amazing thing that many people should drink. While many doubters may veto chocolate milk and not like it for a variety of reasons, the truth is that chocolate milk is a great - and healthy - drink. Studies have shown that chocolate milk only has a few grams of sugar more than real milk for many brands. It's just a matter of finding the right one, and there are plenty. Plus, most children prefer chocolate milk and many even will only drink chocolate milk, not regular milk. So it's just as healthy AND it is giving kids the right supply of Vitamin D that they need! Chocolate milk is truly good, and I'm here to tell you how and why.

First up, chocolate milk is healthy, contrary to other opinions of other people. Studies have shown that chocolate has had almost the same amount of sugar as normal milk. And, it has the same good amount of nutrients that should be in any good milk. While non chocolate milk-lovers may say that this isn't true, you might be looking at the wrong brand. There are plenty of brands of chocolate milk and a lot of them aren't pumped to the top with sugar. This also doesn't make it super pricey, so you can have chocolate milk, or regular milk if you would like it. And chocolate milk is actually not a main cause of obesity, while others may say that. Chocolate milk actually has very little more sugar than regular milk, so it's still worth it.

Second, chocolate milk still has everything you would hope and want to get out of real, normal and regular milk. The important supply of vitamin D that is in it is still there. When children are growing, they need a lot of milk. And most don't like regular milk. Because we know that chocolate milk is still very healthy, we don't need to take chocolate milk off of the menu. Plus, when chocolate milk was taken away from schools, most of the children stopped buying milk at all. Which isn't good for the school. Not only that, but then they have to waste the milk that gets old that no body had wanted to drink. So you shouldn't take chocolate milk off of the menu, it still has great qualities.

So now you can see how great chocolate milk is. I've told you that chocolate milk is indeed very healthy, and that it has barely any more sugar than regular milk. And, you now know that chocolate milk is not at a deficit for any important vitamins and minerals in normal milk. We have no reason to take chocolate milk off of the menus. So now get out your glass and have some chocolate OR regular milk - you should be able to have whatever type of milk you would like to drink.

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Hi! I'm Piper! I'm a first-time camper in Adventure cabin! This post is going to be used as a table of contents that will link to all my
writing to organize my writing. All my writing will be linked here, so if you need proof for my writing, it'll be here! My word count and points will also be here. (I'm using the format that @Ham19-01-2011 created above me)

Feel free to read any of my writing and give constructive criticism!

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Word Count = 18,795/20k
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▸ March 1 ~ See Writing Here
▸ March 2 ~ See Writing Here
▸ March 3 ~ See Writing Here
▸ March 4 ~ See Collage Here
▸ March 5 ~ See Writing Here
▸ March 6 ~ See Writing Here (Scroll Down)
▸ March 7 ~ See Writing Here
▸ March 8 ~ See Writing Here
▸ March 9 ~ My character got blue as her true color
▸ March 10 ~ Not Completed
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▸ March 12 ~ CABIN WARS!
▸ March 13 ~ ROLEPLAY DAY!
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Celes's Swc March 2022 Daily #4
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Table Of Contents

Link to project for daily -
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/654053847/

test >_<

Mmmmhhhh I've just figured out that I hate writing <33

Fishing Hooks and Catfish

Prologue

“Mom…” Valerie Gannon called one Friday afternoon. “Where are my flip-flops?”
Her mother poked her head out of her brother, Matthew's, new bedroom. “Look in one of the boxes. Look, Val, I'm busy.”
Valerie sighed. Her mother wasn't very organized at all. They'd moved in to their new Maryland condo unit two weeks ago, but there were boxes everywhere.
“But mom, which box?”
“Just find one. They're are labeled.”
Sure, they were labeled. Val flipped open a cardboard box. As expected, the box labeled 'VALERIE' contained pots and pans. She was running late, but she couldn't just very well show up to her new neighbor's place barefoot!
"Mom…"
Val eventually found some different shoes in the 'BATHROOM' box. Typical Mom.

Chapter 1: Mary the Maverick

Ding-dong!

The door swung open as soon as Val rang the doorbell. A tall girl with long black hair tied in a ponytail stood in the doorway.
“Are you Valerie Gannon?”
“You can call me Val. Your mom invited me over last week.”
“I know.”
“What's your name?”
“I'm Mary…come on in!”
Their condo was big. Bigger than ours.
“What do you wanna do?” asked Mary.
I shrugged. “I don't know.”
Mary flopped on the leather sofa. “Wanna go outside or something? We can take a walk.”
“Sorry Mary, I'm not allowed to go out without-”
"What a drip! You're not allowed to go outside?“ Mary had a clear joking tone, but her voice still cut me like a blade. ”Well, wanna go up to my room?“
”Okay.“
Mary's bedroom was painted a cream color, like mine. Her yellow comforter looked softer than a cloud. I had to stop myself from leaping onto Mary's bed and curling up in those sheets.
”My cat sleeps in my closet. I'll get him.“ Mary opened her closet door and started to walk in. I followed behind.
”No, Val!“
I flinched.
”Val…you can wait out here. I've got…another cat. Go find him or something, will you?"
I hesitated, then left the room. Why was Mary so defensive of her closet? Why did she have to be so rude about it?

- Stormii's SWC Writing -
this is for all the stuff i'll be sharing- most words and stuff are going on a google doc that i won't share

Weekly #4!! Finally finished > All of the prompts are written at the start of each section, but here they are:
– (Your character falls unconscious. What happens when they wake up?)
– (Include 3 similes and a metaphor)
– (Your character does something that is against what they would usually do)
– (Something sneaks behind you character)
– (Make one of your characters speak gibberish)
– (Introduce a pet who gives very good life advice)
– (Describe something without mentioning its appearance)

300 words
Charles Reymund is a generic old man. He’s 85 years old, has a cane and walker, and thinks that young people are glued to their electronics even though he watches the news and The Great British Bake Off from 9:00 to 10:00 at night and is always trying to figure out how to use the weather app on the smartphone his grandchildren bought him. He doesn’t like little kids, especially if they run around on his lawn, and will wholeheartedly wave his cane at them. He has three cats, named Peaches, Brownies, and Pumpkin Pie (after his favorite desserts). Brownies is the fattest and Peaches is the skinniest. He likes to sit down and read a book after a long day of sitting down and reading books. His wife died a long time ago and his children don’t talk to him, so aside from birthdays, he’s lonely. He’s skinny with snow white hair and wears a nice plaid shirt and pressed blue jeans. When he goes shopping, he will often take one or more of his cats with him in cat carriers and most often buys beans, corn, lunch meat, milk, and cat food. He doesn’t play bingo or golf, but he enjoys watching game shows (but only when they’re free, because back when he was a boy, you didn’t have to pay to play kick the can). He will often grumble about small things like one of his cats meowing too loud or too quiet because of his hearing aids. He turns the hearing aids off when he’s sleeping or taking a nap so that the cats don’t meow and wake him up. He does take naps a lot though, in between reading books and cooking casseroles (he enjoys cooking in general). He does not like dogs very much.

311 words
Oliver Hudsen is a nine year old boy who hates school and loves playing with his friends. When not doing homework, he likes playing ball games like kickball, baseball, and others. He seems and acts brave on the outside but is just a little boy on the inside. He has a huge crush on a girl in his class, Emma, and tries to impress her (but she honestly thinks that he’s just really annoying). He has a special ball that his older brother gave him and he will keep it safe at all costs. He has constantly tousled light blond-ish brown hair and light blue eyes that look like the sky on a summer day. He has light freckles on tanned skin, making them not really appear. He usually wears a t-shirt and shorts, and sometimes a baseball cap with the name of his favorite team on it. He’s usually quite brash and loud, but he’s just a little boy so he’s hurt (mentally hurt, that is) easily. When hurt (again, mentally), he withdraws and tries not to cry because he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s weak to the other kids. He thinks that old people are dumb and that kids in the grade below him are annoying. When bothered, he usually says, “Go away”, or if it’s really annoying, “Shut up”. His family owns a pet dog named Fluffy, who, of course, is very fluffy. The dog is white and tan. He loves his dog a lot and tries to snuggle Fluffy (who tries to escape because he (Fluffy) doesn’t like being strangled by little boys). He doesn’t care much for cats or other pets like birds, fish, or reptiles, insisting that dogs, more specifically /his/ dog, are/is the best pet to have. He thinks that he’s the smartest in his class but isn’t really a know-it-all.

183 words
My story’s setting is at Charles Reymund’s house. His house is neat and kept well, always having nice bushes by the door and a perfectly green and freshly mowed lawn. The house itself is a grayish brown color and has pale green accents for the frames (window frames, door frames, accent colors, etc.). Inside, the main color scheme is the same but with an accent color of faded orange instead. The floors, walls, most of the furniture, etc, are various shades of brown, with some things (a few furniture pieces, rugs, etc) being pale green, and the accents (decorative pillows, throw blankets, picture frames, etc) are a light or slightly desaturated orange color. It’s neatly up-kept, always dusted and clean, although the tables generally aren’t organized with books, newspapers, etc thrown around on them. His house is a two-bedroom house, one bedroom (the master bedroom) being for him, of course, and the other one being for his three cats. There is one bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen. Outside, there is a patio and a nice fountain with another perfect green lawn.

498 words
“Oliver, pass it to me!’ Liam yelled.
Oliver smirked at him and instead swerved to the right, away from Liam. He kicked the ball he had been dribbling into the makeshift “goal” between two trees on the sidewalk.
It was a Saturday morning and Oliver and his friends were playing a made up ball game with each other. Basically, the point of the game was to kick the ball into the other team’s goal, but you could only dribble it like a basketball, not carry or kick it around when you were running. He was using his special ball, the one his older brother had given to him.
“Ha! Take that, Noah!” Oliver taunted the other team’s goalie. “I guess I am just the best at this game, aren’t I?”
Noah smirked as the ball rolled into Oliver’s goal between two mailboxes. “Yeah, well, looks like someone wasn’t paying attention to the game. We’re tied again.”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “Watch this,” he said, grabbing the ball and dribbling it over to Noah’s goal. “I’m gonna punt this so hard, you won’t be able to stop it!”
Oliver dropped the ball over his leg and kicked as hard as he could. The ball soared up, up, and over… Making it through the goal, and finally landing two houses over!
“Ha, see? I’m so cool!” He taunted Noah again.
Noah didn’t respond, only looking at where the ball had landed with wide eyes. “Uh, Oliver? You… kicked it into Old Man Charles’ yard.
“Wh- what?” Oliver said. He ran over to where the ball had landed. Sure enough, it was in Charles Reymund’s backyard. Everyone knew that Charles Reymund was the grumpiest old man on the block. With three /vicious/ cats and a permanent frown, he could tell someone off like an insensitized teacher. “Uh oh…”
“Look where your attitude got you now,” Noah said, tilting his head. “Now we don’t have a ball to play with. Mine got deflated, Liam’s is lost, and Elijah doesn’t have one!”
“I- I’m gonna knock on the door and see if he’ll give it back,” Oliver said. He walked to the front door, lifted the heavy brass knocker and knocked, and then stepped back and waited. It wasn’t long before the door was opened.
“What do you want?” Charles said in a deep, gruff voice. The smell of cat food and old books flooded Oliver’s nostrils as it wafted out of the house.
“Um, I- I lost my ball. In- in your backyard,” Oliver said nervously. He sneezed.
“Lost a ball in my backyard, eh?” Charles said, raising his eyebrows. “How exactly did you lose it?”
“W- well, we were playing with it, and then I kicked it too hard,” Oliver said.
Charles looked behind Oliver to where his friends were standing, two houses down. “That was an awfully hard kick to be an accident. Why don’t you come in?”
Oliver gulped and did so, not wanting Charles to yell at him.

PART 2
– (Your character falls unconscious. What happens when they wake up?)
Inside the house, it didn’t smell like Oliver thought it would be. It wasn’t musty like his grandparents’ house, and it didn’t smell of dust either. It didn’t even really smell like cat food once he stepped inside. He looked around. Maybe Old Man Charles wasn’t so scary after all-
Then Oliver saw it.
Coming out from a room off a hallway, three cats strutted into the living room and made themselves at home. Oliver screamed. “C- C- CATS!”
Charles blinked in confusion. “Yeah, that’s Peaches, Brownies, and Pumpkin Pie.”
“THEY’RE VICIOUS! THEY’RE MURDEROUS! THEY’RE GOING TO KILL ME!” Oliver continued to scream, pointing an accusing finger at the cats who had looks of mixed confusion, annoyance, and offense. The fattest one, Brownies, tested out a small meow.
Oliver fainted.
– (Include 3 similes and a metaphor)
“Oliver, are you ok?” Oliver heard a distant voice say.
“Meow-ity mew meowy meow meow?” Another voice said.
Oliver shot up. “Where cat? Where’s the cat?” Standing over him was Charles and the fat cat, Brownies. “Cat! Cat… Cat.” Oliver said in decreasing tones of panic.
“Wow, you really don’t like cats,’ Charles noted unhelpfully. “You’re like a mouse when it comes to them.”
Oliver got up and glared at him. “Yeah, well, you weren’t chased by a stray cat when you were little. Who, /might I add/, looked JUST like that fat Brownie cat. Why’s he so fat, anyway?”
Brownie meowed in protest and licked his chest fur self-consciously.
“Do you have any pets, young man?” Charles asked Oliver.
“Yeah, I have a dog named Fluffy,” Oliver said. “He’s the best dog in the world. He’s an angel.”
“Uh huh. Everyone thinks that about their pets nowadays. It’s as common as dirt.”
“Hey!’ Oliver exclaimed. “Fluffy IS the best dog in the world! Besides, cats and dogs are as different as day and night. There’s no way a CAT would be the best pet ever.”
Charles laughed. “Listening to your teacher about similes, I see. Good boy. Now, about that ball you kicked over- are you sure it was an accident? It /is/ mighty far to be just an accident, in my opinion.”
– (Your character does something that is against what they would usually do)
Oliver looked down. Maybe it was a good time to be honest, after all. “N- no. It wasn’t an accident.”
“Then why did you kick it so far?”
“I- I was trying to show off,” Oliver admitted. “I wanted to get my friend back for scoring a goal.”
“And why was it bad that your friend scored a goal? Should you be happy for them?”
Oliver looked up. “Why? It means that I am closer to losing. I don’t want to lose.”
Charles sighed and sat down. “Sometimes, you need to let the other person win, or at least be happy for them if they do. They want to win just as much as you do, and it isn’t fun for them if they always lose.”
“B– but I want to win! I always win!” Oliver said.
“Yes, you do, but remember what I said. They want to win too.”
“I guess you’re right,” Oliver said. “Maybe Noah did want to win.”
Charles smiled. “I’ll get the ball for you, alright?” He got up and walked outside, leaving Oliver alone with the cats.
“Don’t you dare come nearer,” he said, glaring at them. Pumpkin PIe meowed and walked away.
Oliver looked around at the house again. Books and newspapers covered the tables, and a small TV was on a wall. There were a lot of couches, mostly brown, but there was also a pale green chair and some orange cushions. He looked up as Charles came back in with the ball.
– (Something sneaks behind you character)
“So, here you are, Oliver,” Charles said. “I expect that you’ll remember to let others win, right?”
Oliver nodded earnestly. “I’ve learned my lesson. But Fluffy /is/ still the best dog in the world!”
Charles laughed. “I’ll give you that. Fluffy is the best. Now, run along. I’m sure your friends will want to play ball with you!”
Oliver nodded again. “Ok!”
At that moment, Brownie pounced on Oliver’s head. Oliver screamed. “CAT! CAT ON MY HEAD! HELP MEEEE!”
Charles removed the cat from Oliver’s head and Oliver quickly said goodbye and left.
– (Make one of your characters speak gibberish)
“Hey guys! I got the ball back from Old Man Charles!” Oliver said, excited. He threw the ball to Noah. “You go first!”
“Wh- what? But- but I- but you- never- I- what?” Noah stuttered. “Me serve?”
Oliver nodded. “Yeah. I always do, but you should get a turn.”
“I- o- ok!” Noah said, smiling. He kicked the ball into the air and they all ran to it to dribble it to the other team’s goal. Noah and Elijah’s team scored another point and they were tied again.
“Elijah, you serve!” Oliver yelled.
Elijah ran to the middle and kicked the ball into the air too. His team scored another point and the game was over. Oliver’s team had lost, but Oliver didn’t feel sad or angry. Instead, he felt happy. He was even more happy than how he usually felt when /his/ team won!
“I guess Old Man Charles really did have the right idea there,” he said to himself.
– (Introduce a pet who gives very good life advice)
That night, Oliver got his pajamas on and brushed his teeth, then beckoned Fluffy onto his bed with him.
“C’mon, Fluffy,” he said. “Let’s go to sleep.”
He eventually fell asleep and dreamed of Charles’ three cats and Fluffy frolicking in a warm summer meadow. They were playing the same game that Oliver had played with his friends that day.
“Brownies, go to the left! I’ll go to the right!” Peaches meowed. The two kicked the ball into Fluffy’s and Pumpkin Pie’s goal.
“Yes!” Brownies exclaimed. “We won this round!”
“Nooo! Fluffy should have won!” Oliver yelled. He ran over to hug Fluffy.
“It’s ok, Oliver,” Fluffy said, surprising Oliver. “I don’t always have to win. Peaches and Brownies wanted to win just as much as Pumpkin Pie and I, and we always have another chance in the next round!”
“You’re right,” Oliver said. “You can let them win and try harder next time!”
Oliver woke up.
– (Describe something without mentioning its appearance)
“Noah, Elijah, Liam! Do you want to play ball again today?” Oliver yelled into their houses. They came out running.
“The same game as yesterday?” Elijah asked.
“Yup!” Oliver nodded. He tossed the ball into the air and caught it again. Now it wasn’t just his favorite ball, it was a reminder of a lesson he had learned. He kicked it to serve and the game started.


Daily 3/29:
(112 words)
My item can come in many, I repeat MANY, different colors, patterns, shapes, and sizes, but the general shape remains the same. It is something that you slip on to one of your body parts. After slipping my item onto your body part, you will most likely slip another, harder thing on over it. It is usually soft or made of fabric and it keeps your body part warm. It also helps to keep the thing you slip over it less smelly because the other thing does not get sweat on it. You have this item in pairs and usually try not to mix up the pairs if you can help it.

Daily 3/14:
(202 words)
“It’s so nice at the beach today, isn’t it, dear?”
“C’mon, let’s go in the water!”
“I’ll lay out the beach towels, you get the snacks.”
“Dad! I found a cool shell!”
“Ew, seaweed!”
“What was that in the water?!? Oh, your leg.”
“Why is the water going out-?”
“The water’s going away…”
“What’s going on?”
“Ew, look at all the fish flopping around…”
“I bet there’s so many cool shells out there!”
“GUYS, RUN! THIS IS GONNA BE A TSUNAMI!”
“Who’s yelling over there? Anyway, let’s go find shells!”
“Everyone off the beach. There is a tsunami coming. This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill.”
“Mommy, what’s happening?”
“Honey, get the kids and let’s get in the car!”
“Run!”
“Where’s-”
“Who-”
“Did he get out-”
“HERE IT COMES!”
“Get higher on the hill!”
“Move!”
“Ow!”
“Quit jostling-”
“WOAH!”
“It’s so big!”
“There’s still people down there!”
“It’s too tall! Run!”
“There’s people down there, we need to help them!”
“The wave is so big, it’s going to wipe us off this hill!”
“Run to the next hill, it’s taller!”
“Ow!”
“Stop trampling me-!”
“Ok, we’re safe now.”
“All those poor people…”
“This is a horrible day.”


Daily 3/18:
Ravenstar’s Hope
Ravenstar woke up to another day of Clan life. The kits were mewling, the prey was crawling, the apprentices and elders were gossiping- it was all perfect. A light breeze ruffled his ears as he breathed in the fresh morning air. Many moons ago, Fireheart had defeated Tigerclaw in a big battle. Now, with Fireheart as his deputy and Graystripe as his other advisor, Ravenstar stood strong as the leader of the Clan. He looked out across the camp. His eyes found Cinderpelt and their kits, Crowkit and Ashkit (named after them, of course!). What a beautiful life this is…. Ravenstar thought. He jumped out of his den below the Highrock and padded over to the warrior den, where Fireheart was stretching in the early morning sunlight. “Fireheart, can you assign the patrols? I’ll go on a hunting patrol today,” Ravenstar said. “Sure, Ravenstar! I’ll get to that right away!” Fireheart replied. Fireheart padded into the warrior den and came back out with his mate, Sandstorm. “Guess what?” He asked Ravenstar. “What?” Ravenstar asked. “Sandstorm and I are going to have kits!” Fireheart said eagerly. “We’re going to name one of them Leafkit. Not sure on the second one yet!” Ravenstar smiled. “That’s great, Fireheart! I’m so happy for you two!” Fireheart smiled back at him and leapt up to the deputy’s portion of the Highrock. “Patrols are assigned!” He hollered. Cats gathered beneath him and he told them which patrols they would be going on and where they would be going. “Ravenstar, you’ll go with Sandstorm and I on a hunting patrol near Sunningrocks!” Fireheart said. Ravenstar nodded. The trio set out for Sunningrocks. Along the way, Sandstorm caught a nice shrew and Ravenstar caught a plump blackbird. “Falling behind?” He asked Fireheart jokingly. Fireheart responded by running off into the brush for a second and returning with a fat rabbit. “Not so much!” He replied through the rabbit. They reached Sunningrocks and caught more prey, then carried it back to camp where everyone was gathering again for sharing tongues at sunhigh. They dropped the prey off in the fresh pile and Ravenstar took a piece, the shrew Sandstorm had caught. He brought it over to Cinderpelt and their kits. “Hi, Ravenstar! Did you have a good day hunting?” Cinderpelt said. She pulled a few pieces of the shrew off and gave them to the kits, before taking some for herself. “Yeah, I did! Sandstorm and Fireheart and I caught tons of prey,” Ravenstar said. “Great!” Cinderpelt exclaimed. “Well, you’d better get back to your leader duties. Sunhigh is almost over!” Ravenstar nodded and brushed her with his tail as he got up and padded to the Highrock, where he jumped up to the top and addressed the Clan. “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!” He winked at Pebblepaw and Rabbitpaw. “It’s time for two lovely young apprentices to become warriors! Pebblepaw, Rabbitpaw, please come forward.” The two apprentices stepped towards him. “Pebblepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code for as long as you live?” “I do,” Pebblepaw said. “Rabbitpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code for as long as you live?” “I do,” Rabbitpaw said. “Then, by the power of StarClan, your names will be Pebbleheart and Rabbitstream!” “Pebbleheart, Rabbitstream! Pebbleheart, Rabbitstream!” the Clan cats chanted. The two newly made warriors bounded off to share with their mother and father. Ravenstar jumped down from the Highrock and ran over to the nursery. “Hey, Cinderpelt!” He called inside. There was no answer. “Cinderpelt?” Ravenstar padded inside, where he saw Cinderpelt and his kits in the corner of the den. They weren’t moving. Then he remembered the shrew. Was it poisoned? “Cinderpelt! Crowkit, Ashkit!” He said frantically. There was no heartbeat. “Cinderpelt!” he wailed. “Ravenpaw,” someone said. “R-ravenpaw? I’m not-” Ravenstar began before he was woken up. “Ravenpaw, get up!” Graypaw jostled him. “C’mon, we gotta go train! Tigerclaw, Lionheart, and Bluestar are waiting!” Firepaw ducked his head into the den. “Yeah, come on, Ravenpaw! Tigerclaw’s not that bad!”
(791 words, I think? sorry it's one big block of writing-)


Daily 3/16! 706 words :D
“Everyone get your school supplies out quickly!” our sub said, clapping her hands. “I’m sick and I want to get this day over with!” We all were confused because you shouldn’t be at school if you’re sick, but we didn’t say anything. “Alright, today we’re learning about strata rises and growth in series! And no, don’t ask me, I have NO idea what that means.” She popped a grape in her mouth. “Uh, Miss? Where did you get that grape?” someone asked. “NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” the sub screamed. Then an earthquake happened and she laughed evilly. “MWA HA HA HA HA! I did the unexpected!” With the last sentence, she flung a bunch of thorns at us all and we screamed, ducking and covering her eyes. At the last moment they all disappeared. “See what happens when you defy me?” Yep, our sub was totally insane. “Alright moving on from strata rises and growth in series because no one knows what the grape that is! Time to restore the Sandu River, and no I don’t know where it is! Anyone know?” A boy raised his hand. “SHUT UP YOU LITTLE FREAKS I WASN'T ASKING FOR HELP!” the sub screamed. He brought his hand down so quickly that it slapped the table and he yelped. The sub’s face turned red and she conjured a giant grape in front of him, which ate him and then pooped him out. “DO NOT DEFY MEEEEE!” The sub screamed at us all again. Then she made us all climb up a climbing wall that had somehow appeared in the back of the classroom. Now, I’m not saying she did it- she didn’t seem to be capable of anything more than conjuring up plant-related things, but it was awfully strange because it certainly wasn’t there before. While we were climbing, flowers and vines filled the air, curled and twisted into the word “Palmadrasa” many, many times, which is also weird because “Palmadrasa” is NOT a word. Then, once each of us had reached the top, she had us sit down and gave us instructions. “Now, you all need to create the perfect shape for power. Like a logo. I don’t care what you do as long as I like it.” Some of us started drawing triangles and squares and shapes like that, saying how they represented or symbolized power one way or another. Personally, I drew a hand crushing people. Then, around the hand, I put faint flowers so it was supposed to be her (the sub), but they were too light for anyone to really notice so I wouldn’t get in trouble. When I turned it in to her, she looked down her nose at it and screeched, then stuck a pink star shaped sticker right smack in the middle of my drawing and gave me a B+, saying that it was too violent for school (but isn’t throwing thorns at students violent too, even if they don’t hurt anyone?). Once everyone had turned in their shapes, the sub clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone! Pretty good job on the shapes (except for you, CONNOR-)” She cleared her throat and coughed loudly. “As I was saying, pretty good job, and now we’re going to move on to, uh… Oh, I know! Come here, children.” She beckoned for us all to come closer. “Closer,” she said, and we got closer. “Closer,” she said again. Now we were only a foot away from her. “Closer, guys!” “Do you want us to kiss you?” Connor said. We all got so close that we were only an inch away from her, and then we saw something creepy. We could see a bird’s eye view of New York City… behind her SMILE. Yes, her SMILE! Then all of a sudden, the city changed to Malibu, then Tokyo, then London. “What’s going on?” I asked. The sub’s smile got weird and she pushed us all away with air, I guess. It was like the Force from Star Wars or something. Then, all of a sudden, she pulled out a jar of mayonnaise. “Alright, last task of the day! You all need to eat an entire jar of mayonnaise each and then run a mile!” We all groaned, but then our normal teacher walked in and shooed the sub out, who glared at us, still holding the mayonnaise jar. “So, what did I miss?” Our normal teacher asked.

– btw here's the lyrics i got from part of the song What Else Can I Do:
I did the unexpected
Sharp things, new things
It is not the same or complete
But beautiful and mine.
What else can you do?
Rise of the strata and growth in series
Mayonnaise, mil
Create the perfect shape for power
There are many places hidden behind my smile
What should I do if I experience the feelings I feel and develop them?
(Do you know where I'm going? Ah)
What if you know it's not perfect?
Do you want it And they let me?
Hurricane Jacranda
Unidentified figs (grains), hanging grapes (okay)
As you climb, Palmadrasa fills the air.
And I know that
What else can you do?
Can you restore the Sandu River?
Be careful, this beast, don't do much
I want to feel the earthquake for something new
I'm sick, I love the truth, right?


Weekly #2!

Part one: Warmup/Story Collab
done with @–Violetfern–!
I personally wrote 523 words. We each actually put our word count on each post/part, but we put it in brackets so it didn't show up haha '
Stormii
Poppywhisker was hunting next to a patch of brambles. She scented the air, hoping there would be a mouse or two inside. Sure enough, she could smell a few. She threw a rock at the far side of the bramble patch and crouched, ready to pounce on any mice that came scrambling out.

Katty
Meanwhile, Daisycloud was streaking over the hills, sending birds flying in her wake. Her goal was a single brown four legged cotton tailed rabbit. It would be the perfect meal for Breezewatcher, one of the newer queens who had just lost her kits, Pricklekit and Sagekit.

Stormii
Poppywhisker pounced on a mouse and quickly gave it a killing bite. There, she thought. Then all of a sudden, there was a rabbit under her feet. She tumbled over but slowed the rabbit down significantly.

Katty
“Poppywhisker!” Daisycloud yelled, pretty out-of-breath from the long chase. “The rabbit just passed you- we need to get it, I-” she panted, slowing her pace just a bit. “Quick, we have to follow it!” The rabbit had disappeared by now but she could still smell the lingering scent it left on the tall grasses and flowers. She pelted after it.

Stormii
“Wh- what?” Poppywhisker got up and tested her paw gingerly. It hurt a bit but she didn't mind it too much. “Alright!” She scented the air again and quickly buried her mouse, then pelted behind Daisycloud.

Katty
Daisycloud jumped over a bush, her back legs skimming the sharp thorns. The rabbit had headed down a large looking hole. It didn't appear to be a rabbit hole, though. There was an unfamiliar smell coming out of it, but her mind was so set… she sprinted straight into it.

Stormii
Poppywhisker stopped in front of the sharp thorn bush. She couldn't tell where Daisycloud and the rabbit had gone. “H-hello?” she called out tentatively. Then she saw the hole. “Oh, that's where they went.” She stepped inside, not noticing how Daisycloud's scent masked the strange one.

Katty
The hole was getting darker and darker, and also spiraling downwards. The earth felt crumbly beneath her paws. Then suddenly it struck her- the weird scent was the smell of foxes and carrion, blended together in a strange mix. Oh my. Did I just run headfirst into a FOX DEN!? She tried to skid to a stop, cursing herself under her breath, then fell through the ground into a large circular underground den.

Stormii
Poppywhisker realized the scent was fox as soon as she went deeper into the hole, but she knew that Daisycloud was in there so she kept going. “Daisycloud?” she called out into the blackness. “Daisycloud!” She stepped forward tentatively and fell through a hole in the ground. Daisycloud’s scent was stronger here, but… so was the fox scent!

Katty
Daisycloud shook the dust out of her face and pawed at her muzzle. “Huh..?” she looked around and then saw… Pricklekit and Sagekit, two bundles of ginger fur. The problem was… they were surrounded by foxes.

Stormii
Poppywhisker blinked the dirt out of her eyes and shook her fur out, dust flying everywhere. She saw Daisycloud and was about to walk towards her when she saw Pricklekit and Sagekit too. “Pricklekit! Sagekit!” She yelled. Then, seven pairs of glowing fox eyes turned to her and she froze. “Uh… sorry?”

Katty
“Oh. My.” She decided to back away slowly into the wall. The foxes were not baring their teeth, and they hadn't leapt out and immediately started to attack her- what was wrong with them? “Come on… Pricklekit… Sagekit…” Pricklekit and Sagekit both wailed loudly, tilting their tiny fuzzy heads backward. “We need to get the kits back… but we can't, with all these foxes here.”

Stormii
“Pricklekit, Sagekit, don’t worry. It’s ok, we’ll save you!” Poppywhisker said bravely. Then she remembered that she couldn’t exactly fight very well. “Uh… somehow!” She faced the fox nearest to her and bared her teeth. “Get away from those kits!”

Katty
The fox bared its teeth back. “No way! We want something from you.”
“…did it just speak Cat!?” Daisycloud was like :O.

Stormii
Poppywhisker’s ears flew back and pressed against her skull. “What do you want?” she asked bravely. She hadn’t quite registered that she was talking to a FOX who could talk CAT. The fox hissed and then said, “We need you to…”

Katty
“murder your leader and we'll give you the kits back!”

Stormii
“Alright.” Poppywhisker said. “Anything for the kits, even if it means… killing our leader.” She sighed and dashed out of the tunnel. Quickly finding Orangestar, she unsheathed her claws. “I’m sorry,” she said, and then she slashed his flank. She ran back to the fox’s den. “I killed him, see?” She held out her bloody forepaws.

Katty
The fox sniffed the paws. “Foine! Now we're gonna take over your Clan, mwahahahahahahahaha! And you can have your kits back!”

Stormii
Poppywhisker paused before nodding. She grabbed Sagekit by his scruff and carried him out of the fox den, stepping lightly but proudly. As soon as she was out of sight of the foxes, she sprinted to Orangestar. “Orangestar! Foxes- attacking- guard the kits and elders-”

Katty
Daisycloud grabbed Pricklekit by the scruff and followed Poppywhisker out of the fox den. She heard the foxes slinking away one by one.

Stormii
Poppywhisker glanced up as she set the kits down safely in the nursery. On the horizon, she could see orange fur. “Breezewatcher, take your kits to the medicine den. Hide in the far corner. I’m getting the elders.” She dashed to the elder’s den and told them the same. Then, all of a sudden, the foxes were upon the camp.

at that point we got bored and decided to end it lol
anyway yeah we did a roleplay style thing idk-
(it's small so that it fits)

Part two: Character

Name: Pebble
Age: 11 months (17 human years)
Species: Cat

Personality and Traits (200/200):
Pebble is a generally shy cat who is an introvert. She’s flexible and adaptable, but sometimes too much so and will easily give but not take. She’s very cooperative and disciplined. She’s also generous, good-natured, well-meaning, and placid. She’s whimsical and believes in fairies and magic, and will often daydream away. However, she’s easily discouraged, forgetful, gullible, and sometimes foolish. Pebble likes to go on walks in the woods and along brooks, pretending something or other- one day, she might be a fairy, racing along the bubbling stream, and the next day, she’s a detective, finding clues in the woods. She enjoys spending time with her close friends and her family and will often hunt for their meals and present them in extravagant ways. You could often find her hunting for various prey to use in various meals- she likes to serve things like rabbit-mouse mash on leaves or bird and shrew with feathers for garnish (which are rather impressive as she is a cat). She often makes these meals for her family because she wants to make up for something- she isn’t quite sure what it is, but she always feels like she isn’t good enough as she is.


Wants, Hopes, Strengths (208/200):
What she really wants deep down is for her family to accept her- even though they already do. On the side, though, she wants to be left alone for long periods of time to daydream and she wants to find new and inventive ways to serve meals. She hopes that she can one day serve other cats besides her family and friends, but as she’s shy she isn’t sure that she can do that as it would mean talking to strangers. Some of her strengths include being good at “cooking” (basically just making meal combinations and stuff like that), having a very inventive imagination, and being flexible- if there’s a sudden change of plans for anything, she would be absolutely fine with it.. If you were to ask her exactly what she wanted to do when she got older, she would probably say that she wanted to make meals for other people (because one of her strengths is “cooking”). Another thing she hopes is that she could write or make up some sort of story because of her very active imagination- with her as the main character, of course. In the story, she would be a fairy with magic who has to fight off a giant mean dragon.

Dislikes and Fears (101/100):
If asked, the first things that Pebble would say that she does not like are loud or sudden noises - they hurt her ears - and running out of food. She also does not like the dark, insects (after all, they are really annoying when they buzz in your ear), and hiccups (they are just plain annoying - have you ever had those really big hiccups where it actually hurts when you hiccup?). She fears that for some reason her family won’t accept her (they completely do), or that she is weird or strange (no more that someone with an overactive imagination can be).

Part three: Setting
(407/400 words)
The story will take place in the Ghost Mountains, which is supposed to be a misnomer because it’s “not actually haunted”, but it really is. You see, every year at dawn on June 27th, ghosts from the many people who died crossing the mountains will appear. However, scary as they may be, they’re actually there to have a good time and they will party with each other and anyone else who happens to be there. Throughout the mountains, there are echoes as the ghosts laugh and talk and have fun. Any alive person who takes part in the celebration does not remember it in the morning - although there is a loophole as they can still write down what happened and see it in the morning. If a person brings food, then they will get to eat food. If they bring drinks, they will get drinks. Basically, if they provide for the party, they get to have some of whatever they provided. As soon as it turns midnight, every ghost vanishes and every human is transported back to their house to sleep. However, the food, drinks, tables, etc. are left there, leaving some hikers wondering why there are tables full of food in the middle of the wilderness. The story should take place right before and/or during June 27th. It is said that there is one ghost who has found a way to stay in the world year-round but won’t share the secret with the other ghosts, leading to a hunt for him that always starts at 9:00 pm sharp. On June 27, the weather seems to always be absolutely perfect for some reason- not too hot, not too cold, a light breeze, no rain or snow, etc. However, last year, it was a little bit cold and the ghosts on the hunt reported seeing a little bit of rain, and it is speculated that this anomaly will become stronger each year (that probably doesn’t make much sense- I mean that this year, it will be colder with more rain or maybe even snow). There is also said to be another ghost that hoards things that she finds in a secret place- there was once a hint from one of her friends that it was in a grove of four old, gnarled oak trees, but that was never much more than a rumor. Even so, people and ghosts alike go looking for it to this day.

Part four: Premise
(198/150 words)
One night when your character is in a deep sleep, they are woken up by the screech of tires outside their house and police helicopters. Confused, they lift the blinds/open the curtains a crack to see what’s going on. Outside, a policeman/woman/person is hollering through a loudspeaker. “There’s a criminal on the loose,” they shout. “Stay in your house. Lock your doors and windows and keep you and your family safe. Under no circumstances are you to come out.” They quickly do as they’re told and they hide in the attic with some of their stuff. After a little bit, they decide to go back to sleep, but then they hear the back door slowly opening and heavy footsteps walking through their home. The footsteps stop right at the attic entrance and your character can hear the intruder begin to climb the ladder/stairs. Your character has three options: attempt to escape out the skylight (but there’s a ton of noise outside, so that might not be safe), hide in the attic (but the intruder might stay up there or poke around), or fight off the intruder (but the intruder seems really heavy and strong).

Part five: Story
(1305 words!)

Willow stepped out of the forest, realizing that it was the first time she had left her home. She breathed deeply, in and out.
She only really felt like herself away from her den at night, when none of her pesky younger siblings could bother her and all was calm and quiet. Willow had finally been allowed to leave in search of her own pack!
In her new pack, she was hoping to find other foxes who were like her - who liked peace, quiet, daydreaming, thinking, and were thoughtful - but most of all, what she really wanted was to find a partner. Whether that partner be a best friend or a romantic partner, she wanted someone who would always be there for her and with her.
Willow was so enveloped in her thoughts that she barely noticed when she stepped down into a deep hole in the ground. Shrieking, she tumbled down through a small tunnel. After a while, the dust settled, and once she dug up out of the ground, she realized that she had no idea where she was! As she cautiously sniffed around in the strange smelling air, she noticed something walking towards her in the distance. With a yelp of delight, she bounded towards the figure- it was her little brother!
“Hi, Moss!” Willow said, excited. She touched noses to him. Something seemed… off… about his scent, but she didn’t care.
“Hi, Willow,” Moss replied, but his voice wasn’t his usual happy, bouncy one. For some reason, he sounded sad, or disinterested.
“Moss, what’s wrong?” Willow asked him, concerned. “You sound different. Are you ok?”
Moss looked at her, surprise and confusion in his expression. “You’re the one that seems off here,” he said. “You seem so excited and cheery. What’s up with that?”
Willow stopped smiling. “What do you mean? I’m always like this… and you are too!” She sniffed him again. “Hey, you don’t smell like my little brother! Who are you?”
“I’m Moss,” he repeated. “If you need proof, our other sister is named Creek. Our littlest brother is named Stone. Every day after our sun-high meal, you take a walk to daydream while I play with my twin, Lichen.”
So… he really is my brother, Willow thought. Then why’s he acting so weird?
“Bring Lichen here,” she demanded. She was planning on questioning Lichen as to why Moss was acting so weird.
“Alright,” Moss said, and he ran back towards where he had come from.
A few minutes later, he returned with Lichen, who for some reason also seemed to be depressed or something.
“Lichen, what’s wrong?” Willow asked him.
“Nothing,” Lichen said. “I’m always like this.”
Willow backed up, scared. This is them- but it isn’t them! And they don’t even smell the same!
She ran away from them. A few hours later, she came across her youngest brother.
“Stone, you won’t believe what just happened!” Willow said to him. “It was so weird! I know you’ll be able to make some sense of it, you’re so practical-”
“What? What?” Stone said, jumping up and down. “Oh, just tell me already! The suspense is killing meee-”
Stone’s always practical and a no-nonsense type of fox! Why’s he acting so excited and bouncy? Willow thought.
“Uh, Stone? Wh- what’s wrong with you? You’re so- so happy and gleeful-” Willow began to say.
“Tell me what you were going to say!” Stone interrupted her.
Willow sniffed him. “Hey, you don’t smell like my brother either!” she said.
Willow ran away again. Why did it happen again? She thought as she ran. It’s like they’re my brothers, but from a different place. Like an alternate universe.
Eventually she reached a place that didn’t have any strange scents and slept for the rest of the day in a glade. She woke up after a nightmare and realized it was night already.
As she padded out of the glade, she took in her surroundings- all around her was wild, overgrown forest. Moss and strange plants coated almost every surface, some of the plants glowing a pale blue. A willow-like tree covered in glowing blue petals swayed in the wind at the edge of the grove, and occasionally petals fell off and floated through the glade. Under the tree, strange animals grazed- deer with strange glowing vines wrapped around their antlers, tiny rabbits with the same glow, and big birds with glowing wings.
Willow started when she saw the strange animals, but pulled it together and slowly walked towards them, curious. As she neared them, they looked up at her, then ran away.
Why did they run away? Willow thought. Oh, because I’m a fox. A predator.
She didn’t chase them - that would make them fear her more - and instead climbed up into the tall swaying tree and curled up in the glowing branches. Shrouded by blue petals, Willow looked out across the glade. She realized that she could see a mountain in the distance. Glowing spots seemed to float around it and she realized that they were glowing animals on the mountain. Making up her mind, Willow decided to set out to the top of the mountain.
About an hour into the climb, Willow realized that she was very unprepared for it. She was getting cold, the wind was biting through her fur, and she had no food or water, but she set her teeth and pushed through it. She was almost at the top anyway, so she continued up until she reached it. Then she could see more of the forest.
In some directions, it seemed to go on forever, but in the way she came from, she could just barely see the edge. Willow turned around and walked to the center of the top of the mountain. Then she heard a noise behind her.
“Hello, young fox. What brings you here?”
Willow whipped around to see two glowing blue eyes in the darkness. She couldn’t make out any other shape surrounding them. “Wh- who are you?”
“Who am I?” the eyes said. “The Great Protector, the Teacher, the Grand One, there are many names for me. You can call me Protector.”
Willow tilted her head, a little bit confused. “Ok, Protector.”
“You haven’t answered my question. What brings you here?” The eyes repeated.
“Uh- I- I’m-” Willow stuttered. “I’m trying to find a pack of my own. I left my family to find one, but now I’m meeting my brothers and they aren’t… the same.”
The eyes grew bigger as whatever their owner was stepped out of the darkness. In their place was a giant stag, glowing vines and petals wound through his antlers and along his body. “The crossing of the dimensions is tonight,” he said. “You must have seen your family from other universes. They won’t be back.”
“So… they aren’t my brothers, then?” Willow asked.
“They… are your brothers, but not… your brothers.”
“Oh… can you help me find a new pack?”
The stag nodded and closed his eyes. “I see one for you. Young foxes, around your age. They’re sitting around a fire, talking, telling jokes. They have their own dens and hunting territory. Yes, that is the pack for you.” He waved his hooves and Willow started to fade.
“W- wait! Will I see you again?” Willow asked desperately.
“Not unless you come back here on the crescent moon,” he said. Then he faded away entirely and Willow was left standing just outside the ring of young foxes that were supposed to be her pack. She trotted into the firelight.
“Uh, hi,” she said nervously.
“Hi! What’s your name?” a she-fox about her age asked her.
“I’m Willow,” Willow said. She walked towards the she-fox. “What’s yours?”
“I’m Aspen, like the tree! Do you want to be part of our pack?”
“I’d love to!”




Daily 3/14
“It's raining cats and dogs!” My little brother shouts excitedly, pointing at the window. I get up from the table, where I was enjoying my delicious pie with a pi symbol on the top, and pull aside the curtain to look out. To my surprise, instead of heavy rain, there's literally cats and dogs falling from the sky! They disappear as soon as they hit the ground, though, which is good for the environment and animal shelters but bad for me, because my parents told me I could only have one if it fell from the sky! I rush outside to see if I can catch one, but the animals poof out of existence once I get within a few feet of them. Then, I have an idea. What if I use something long to reach them? I quickly grab an umbrella and tie it to a pot, then I go outside to go puppy hunting. Within a few seconds I catch a little tiny puppy in the pot! Careful not to touch it, I take it inside just as my parents come home. “Uh… why are you holding a puppy in a pot attached to an umbrella?” my mom says. “Well, you told me I could have a dog if it fell from the sky, so…” I say, half smirking. My mom laughs. “Alright, it’s yours. You’ll have to take care of it, though- we aren’t feeding it, picking up its poops, or walking it!” I nod excitedly and slowly reach out to pet it, completely forgetting about how it’s supposed to disappear. Just as I touch its head, I remember, and jerk back my hand, expecting it to poof into thin air. Surprisingly, it doesn’t! I stroke its silky soft ears and admire its wavy deep red fur. “I’ll name you… Sunset.”
(304 words!)

Daily 3/10:
It was a dark and stormy night. Pine was getting ready to go to sleep until a servant came into her room, panting after running.
“Your majesty-” he said.
“Uh… I’m… not a princess?” Pine said, confused. “My grandmother is the queen, not my mother.”
“Well, your mother is the queen now,” the servant said. “She challenged her this morning and won. You’re a princess, Pine.”
Pine sat down on her bed, shocked. “What?” she said in a hollow voice. “My grandmother… is dead?”
“Yes, your majesty.” the servant said. “I’ll leave you now, but the queen has summoned you to the throne room.”
Oh no, Pine thought. I know my mother will do anything to ensure that she’s the queen forever. But would she… kill her own daughter?
Pine knew she had to leave. She threw open the window and thunder boomed, rattling the window panes. She looked back at her room, wondering when- if- she’d see it again.
She got down from the window sill and pushed some pillows under the moss on her bed, hoping it looked like she was asleep. She grabbed a pouch of scales, a few knick knacks, and a bag to put them in. She blew out the torches. Then she walked over to the window again, took a deep breath, spread her wings, and dove down out of the palace.
Outside, the rain was getting harder and harder, showing no signs of stopping. Pine shook the water droplets off her wings when she landed on a mountain a few minutes’ flight away from her room. It wasn’t far enough, not at all, but she couldn’t fly in the rain. She found a cave to spend the night in and curled up in a corner.
In the morning, the rain had reduced to a medium shower, so Pine set out for Possibility- the town on the edge of the SkyWing and SandWing kingdoms. She could see dark storm clouds rolling in from the west, so she flew quickly. A few hours later, she had reached the halfway point. Then the rain started for real.
Huddled in a tiny cave with leaks in the roof, Pine shivered, hoping the water wouldn’t come near her. That’s when she heard a strange noise- a tap tap tap- coming from just outside the cave.
“H- hello?” She called out into the darkness. No one- or nothing- answered, but the tapping started again, louder. This time it sounded closer- only a tail-length away from her.
“Hello?” She called again. A rattling noise answered. “Wh-who are you? What do you want? Show yourself!”
Lightning flashed and for a moment, she could see a rotting dragon corpse, its eyes flickering with life. She shrieked and breathed fire at it, but that only made it worse- now it was a flaming rotting dragon corpse zombie.
“Come back to your mother,” it said slowly. “Come back… or else…”
Lightning flashed again and suddenly hundreds of rotting-but-alive dragon corpses were illuminated. Pine rose up into the air, screaming, as they rose up behind her.
Pine was never heard from again.
(517 WORDS]


Weekly (week one)
Part one: Poetry (346 words]
Etheree:
hunter in dark shadows, watching, spying
world once bathed in warm and light, now gone
all that is left is lone hunters
they're humanity's fresh start
and once they are gone, all
hope is lost and we
mourn the loss of
our species,
of us,
gone

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Limerick:
When the cat trips over their tails
The other cats she how she fails
But if they look closer
They'll see a happy loafer
And that's why she always flails

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Acrostic:
Birds are the coolest, and I
Understand that most people are like, “ugh, birds again?
Don't even talk to me-”, but personally I think that budgies (and others) are the
Greatest, and honestly, they're really cute, too-
I mean, imagine their little feathers and all of their floofiness! Plus,
Everything they DO is cute as well!

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Monorhyme:
There once was a big fat cat
And everyone who saw it said, “Look at that!”
But what they didn't know is that
Even when it tried, it couldn't catch a single rat!
Now, this here cat was pretty good with a ball and a bat
And the cat had a bit of an ego because of this, making him a brat
But either way, his fur was flat
And he wasn't that handsome- plus his fur was matte.

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Pastoral:
deep in the meadow, the doves land gently along the branches of the olive tree
each one cooing in symphony
the sound billows across the field of gently waving grass

deep in the meadow, i reach down to gather a few flowers to put in our vase
yellow, orange, and pink
a breeze picks up and i walk back to my home

deep in the meadow, a small house sits
ivy vines twining through the roof and columns
this is my home

deep in the meadow, a songbird begins its song
the moonlight dapples the ground
and we watch as the meadow comes alive

deep in the meadow, doves coo, flowers wave, a bird sings
deep in the meadow, a house sits and moonlight shines inside
deep in the meadow, the wild is set free


Part two: Essays (505 words]

Encanto has been watched for a total of 2 million billion minutes, so it’s not a surprise that there are plenty of people who don’t like it. Encanto is one of the most popular movies in the world but there are still a lot of critics. Some say it's unoriginal or that Disney is just cranking out new movies now. Others say that the only thing it has going for it is its novelty. Some even say it’s about witchcraft - about a witch girl saving her witch family’s witch magic (looking at you, google reviews). However, I'm going to explain how those critics are wrong.
First, the movie is not in any way unoriginal. The movie is a new concept- have you ever seen anything else related to magic candles, doorknobs, and misunderstood uncles who like rats? I didn't think so. The movie is unlike others and so are the characters. Just from watching the movie, you can tell that tons of time has been put into them- just take a look at their personalities. For example, Pepa's unpredictable personality goes hand-in-hand with her gift of controlling the weather. Many of the characters are undeveloped, yes, but it only adds to their intrigue- like Camilo or Dolores, two of the most popular characters. You might not have seen it, but Camilo is pretty much everyone’s favorite Disney character. Abuela is someone many people hate, but has tons of character development at the end when she realizes that she is actually hurting her family by having her expectations set too high, and she reconciles with her granddaughter, son, and really her whole family. Second, Disney isn't cranking out new movies that are only good for their novelty. This movie is one of the best, with amazing breakthroughs in the technology used to make it. I'm sure it will remain a part of our culture for a long time. The designs of the actual sets of the movie are beyond detailed- even short, two second shots have tons of work put into them. The Casita is really well thought out and there’s even hidden secrets in it- like a butterfly motif that’s in the house in six separate locations! And lastly, the movie is in no way about witchcraft. Although it does contain many, many elements of magic, the reason behind the magic is the family’s love for each other. They aren’t summoning demons or being possessed- although it might look like that when Camilo shapeshifts into Bruno. Mirabel is not trying to save the family’s witchcraft magic. Like I said, the magic is there because of the family being strong with each other.
As I've said before, the movie isn't an unoriginal movie. It’s not only popular because it’s novel, and Disney doesn’t make new movies just for money. The movie is very well developed. Encanto is an amazing movie even though it does have some flaws. It’s loved around the world and in many communities, including different races, religions, and genders. Go watch Encanto today!

Part Three: Script Writing (848 words]
(PARADISE walks in from stage right. She's lost in her thoughts. HEATSTROKE walks in from stage left and bumps into her.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Hey! Watch where you're going, you under-ripe melon! (irritated)
(HEATSTROKE laughs.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEATSTROKE
You seriously think “under-ripe melon” is a good insult? Wow, even I could come up with a better one, like… Fruit-muncher! Wait, no, I already used that one…
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Your insults are all stupid and you look like an overripe pineapple. Now, get out of my way.
(PARADISE walks towards stage left, muttering under her breath. A loud thump suprises her and she looks up at the direction it came from.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Wh- what was that? It came from the direction of my sleeping cave…
(PARADISE runs to the sleeping cave entrance but hesitates outside.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
It's probably just Scorch. She's an idiot. Of course she would knock something over, or- or hit something… But she almost never comes to our cave…
(PARADISE enters her sleeping cave.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Everything's in place. Except for…
(PARADISE walks over to the corner, where a light globe has fallen off its pedestal and smashed on the floor. PARADISE picks up one of the still glowing shards of ice. She turns it over in her talons and drops it again.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
What the…?
(PARADISE whirls around as she sees a flash of green by the doorway. It quickly disappears.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Ammolite. Ammolite was here. She dared sneak in my room and… And what?
(She sits down on her moss bed, thinking. Then her eyes widen and she gets up.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
The healing globe. Did she take it? (frightened)
(PARADISE reaches into a small crevice at the top of the healing cave, feeling around for a second and then taking something out. It is a crocus flower.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
A crocus.
(The stage lights flash on and off and go black. Then they come on again in a dim yellow-orange color.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOUNG AMMOLITE
That's it, Paradise! It's the perfect shade!
(YOUNG AMMOLITE is holding out a deep blue crocus flower.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOUNG PARADISE
What's it called?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOUNG AMMOLITE
A crocus, I think. Pretty, right?
(YOUNG AMMOLITE gives YOUNG PARADISE the crocus. YOUNG PARADISE holds it gently.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOUNG PARADISE
Very pretty indeed.
(A voice is heard through the loudspeaker system- it's PARADISE)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀VOICE - PARADISE
Ammolite's praise meant more to me than my mother's praise, because even though I had only known her for five minutes, we understood each other.
(The lights flash and fade to black again. They turn on. PARADISE is revealed to be standing in the front of the stage, holding the crocus, staring at it wide-eyed. Then her gaze hardens.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Did she think that a flower would replace that?
(PARADISE crushes the crocus and drops it.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Never.
(The lights fade to black again.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ACT TWO
(PARADISE picks up her bag and puts it on, then looks down at the flower.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Ammolite has changed. We used to understand each other, but now… She thinks that it’s ok to steal from me?
(PARADISE kicks the flower and shoots venom at it. She then walks out of her sleeping cave and almost immediately bumps into HEATSTROKE again.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEATSTROKE
Fancy seeing you here. Mind moving?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
You’d better get your sorry tail out of my sight before I punch you.
(PARADISE is breathing heavily and glaring at him.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEATSTROKE
Ok, ok, jeez! I’ll go.
(HEATSTROKE leaves with a sweep of his tail.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Sand muncher.
(PARADISE walks to AMMOLITE’s sleeping cave (stage right).)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
If she’s not here I’m really gonna punch that SandWing.
(PARADISE ducks into AMMOLITE’s room. Inside she finds AMMOLITE and FLURRY.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FLURRY
Uh… hi. Who are you?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AMMOLITE
That’s Paradise. She’s my frien- she’s from my village.
(PARADISE glares at AMMOLITE.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AMMOLITE
So, uh… what brings you here?
(AMMOLITE laughs nervously, shoving something behind her with her tail.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
What’s that? Give it. (briskly)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AMMOLITE
No.
(FLURRY has been standing at the sides. FLURRY clears her throat.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FLURRY
Uh… what’s going on?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
This fruit muncher here-
(HEATSTROKE pops his head into the sleeping cave.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HEATSTROKE
Hey, that’s my line!
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
You have three. Two. On-
(HEATSTROKE runs.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Ammolite stole something of mine.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AMMOLITE
No, you stole something of Flurry’s.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
What? No I didn’t!
(AMMOLITE takes what she had been hiding behind her out. It’s the healing globe.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Aha! I knew you had it! Give it now.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FLURRY
Seriously, guys, what is going on? That’s mine. I mean, you can have it if you want.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
No, it’s mine- Oh. Oh, thanks. I guess.
(PARADISE takes the healing globe.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FLURRY
What were you going to use it for? And how did you know it was a healing globe?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Uh, maybe because it has a big “HEALING GLOBE” written on it? And I was gonna heal- uh, someone.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AMMOLITE
Ooooh, someone’s got a crush!
(PARADISE blushes.)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
No I don’t. I was going to use it for Hoatzin. You know, because of the big venom scar on his face.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AMMOLITE
Oh, you’re actually being nice for once? (sarcastically)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PARADISE
Yeah- No- Ugh, shut up!


Part four: Non-fiction

1. How-To: Drawing a Dragon
Welcome to my tutorial on drawing a dragon! Today I'll be showing you how to draw a SeaWing dragon from the book series Wings of Fire by Tui T. Sutherland. So, for our first step, you’ll need to draw two circles. These are for the main head and the end of the snout. You’ll want to make the snout circle around ½-⅔ the size of the main head circle. Now, draw a curved line connecting the two. The line should follow the curve of the main head circle and then start going towards the snout circle. It should dip below the half-way point on the head circle and then come back up to follow the curve of the snout circle. Once that’s done, you’ll want to add the mouth. For this, I do a line that has one to two zig-zags in it. The mouth ends with a black oval, like what dogs have- this is just the lip exposed (I think?). Now, you should draw the bottom part of the head. Start from the bottom of the mouth and go down a little bit, then go towards the main head circle. It should curve up a tiny bit in the middle and then come back down again and follow the curve of the main head circle. Stop the line around ⅓ of the way up the main head circle. Now, draw a horn by making a curved line that connects to the top of the head line. It should connect back down to the main head circle. Draw the second horn by adding the pointed bit behind the horn in front. Now, draw the ear by making a line that curves slightly out from the main head circle and connects back in. Good! Now it’s time to draw the eye. There are a lot of different ways to draw an eye, but I usually tend to make a semi-circle and curve the line in a bit at the back. Then I’ll draw the pupil. It’s time for the details! First, make the glowing spots. There should be five under the eye, going from big near the ear to small at the snout, and three above the eye, with big and the front of the eye and small at the back. Now, make a top scales section on the dragon and add a little bit for the nostril. There, you made a SeaWing head! Now you can color it with blues, greens, and purples, or even pink or yellow!

2. Also How-To: Drawing a Warrior Cat
Hello and welcome back to my channel this part doesnt count for words! For this tutorial, I’ll show you how to draw a cat. First, you’ll start with one circle. This will be for the head. The first step is to draw an ear by drawing a long, curved triangle. I add a squiggly line inside to show the outside of the ear coming in a bit. Draw the same on the other side of the circle. Now, draw the cheek floof. I draw two types of cheek flood- short and long. Short cheek floof is just like a curve on the cheek with a sideways letter v cutting into it, anf long is pretty much just a bunch of curved letter v’s connecting (I usually do three of them that connect together). Now, draw the chin and top of the head. Ok, good! Draw the eyes by making a semi-circle with a rounded end on them and a pupil. On cats, I tend to also add an iris- the colored part of the eye. If you want your cat to be blushing, add two little lines on the edge of the eye (outside the eye, of course.) Now go ahead and do the same thing on the other side. Try to copy it exactly so it looks nice, especially if you want your cat to be facing the front because it’s more noticeable then. Don’t forget to add blush if it’s on the first eye and especially don’t forget to make sure the pupil is facing the same way and is the same size! Ok, now draw the nose. I draw noses like a flat heart- a letter v shape on the bottom and two bumps on the top. Then I draw the mouth. I don’t connect the two. For the mouth, I like to do a curved “cat mouth” shape (it’s a common shape in drawing) with the little black ovals on either side- I do the ovals a lot smaller than I do on dragons. Now, if I want to, I’ll do the rest of the body. I do the same shape of floof on the chest and make legs by having curved lines that connect to the body and then go straight with a little paw at the end. I make sure to define the toes- I think it looks better! Then, if the cat is sitting down, (in my case it is), draw curved lines for those. Then a tail, and you’re done! Color it in natural cat fur colors!


Extra one!:

It all began when I didn’t go to sleep on time. I went to bed on time, yes, but not to sleep. Instead, I stayed up all night writing for my dailies, weekly, and word war(s) for Scratch Writing Camp. I’d heard countless times that sleep comes before writing, but I chose to ignore it to get the weekly done. Unfortunately, it was nearing 12:00 am when I finally closed my chromebook and slept. Then, in the morning, I woke up late. Of course. I brushed my teeth and my hair as fast as I could and I slammed a piece of bread with some jelly into my lunchbox and then into my backpack. I ran out the door 10 minutes late for when I was supposed to leave. Luckily, I don’t take the bus- my parents drive me (we don’t have buses) so I didn’t miss the bus. I got into my class just as our final bell rang and quickly handed in my homework, trying to stifle a yawn. Then I realized- we had tests today! Yes, plural- not one, but two! I freaked out inside my head and tried to study as best as I could, but to no avail. I just could NOT remember anything I read! I stopped trying to study after I read the same sentence ten whole times in a row. Then it was time for our math test. I tried really, really hard, but after checking our grades website countless times, my score was there and I got… 90%? Not too bad… but that still meant that I missed 4 questions on my test- and I knew the material! Then it came time for our English test. And yeah, I bombed it. I literally got 33%. I didn’t remember any of it and had to just guess! Even though it was a really easy test- it was just on grammar and stuff, which I’m normally a whiz at- I got a horrible grade. I knew why: it all came from my lack of sleep the previous night (and morning!!) And so I vowed to never stay up so late again. Of course, I’ve broken that vow a lot (that was last SWC), but I make sure to never ever EVER do it on a day when we have tests- I have definitely learned my lesson big time! So take this as a warning: you hear it, you know it, but you don’t believe it… And you should! Sleep and real life ALWAYS come before Scratch Writing Camp!



Daily:
“Yeah… I wish we could go home…” he said.
I looked up at him sadly. “Don’t we all?”
I got up and slowly walked across the ruins. As I trudged along, I picked up various unburnt remnants and dropped them. I plopped down on the ground, and sighed. Then I noticed it: a faintly glowing something under two huge stones. All of my instincts told me not to go towards it, to run away, but something still tugged on me.
Before I could stop myself, I got up and walked slowly towards it, like my body was in a trance.
I probably shouldn’t…
But then I realized that I was right next to it. Curiosity got the better of me and I reached towards it and picked it up delicately. It was a green glass shard with writing on it. I looked closer and saw that it was written in English, but it was smudged. I brushed it off and squinted to read the tiny words. It looked like some sort of spell.

A fortnight before the full moon,
Gather moss and daisies
And repeat this chant thrice to go back:
Once in the moon
Twice in the sea
You can’t hear the loon
But you can still see

A fortnight before the full moon? That’s today…
I ran towards our little garden as fast as I could. I couldn’t breathe, but I made it and gathered moss and daisies like the spell-thingy said. I put them in a circle - that seemed to be what spells generally made you do.
“Victor!” I screamed. “Come here, quick!”
I saw him running towards me and I screamed again. “Quickly!”
“What- what is it?” He asked, panting. “Are you hurt? What happened?”
I showed him the weird glowing spell thing. “I found… this… thing. I don’t know what it is, but it’s written in English and- and it says “to go back”… So I was kind of hoping it would let us go back?”
He took it from my hands and held it close to his face, trying to read it. “Wow… I think this… is a spell.”
“Yeah. I got the stuff for it but I figured I should probably do it when the moon’s out,” I said.
He laughed. “The moon… is out.”
I looked up at the sky. Sure enough, the moon had risen up and the sky was purple and black. I took the glowing glass thing back from Victor and read it again.
“I’m going to chant it,” I said. “Once in the moon, twice in the sea, you can’t hear the loon, but you can still see.”
The flowers and moss started to glow and I gasped.
“What the…?” Victor said, amazed.
I chanted it two more times and by then the moss and flowers have become too bright to look at. I finished the last word and suddenly, the ground fell away and the flowers and moss started to swirl around us. Victor and I looked at each other and were promptly slammed into each other as hurricane-level wind picked up. Then the flowers and moss blinded me and I couldn’t see anymore.
…
Where am I?
That was my first thought as I opened my eyes again. It looked like- like Earth- but that could not be possible.
I’m dreaming. I hit my head. The glass thing was radioactive and I died.
But I wasn’t dead, and I could see, so that meant… I was alive! And… on Earth?
I dashed to the window to look out. Sure enough, outside, cars were driving by and I could see tons of people.
I’m home!

608 words i believe?

♔ 1st Weekly ♔

♕ Part 1: Poetry ♕
360 words

memory (Acrostic)

means to preserve and to remember
eternal, it stands forever
might it someday start to fade away
ought it still to never not stay
right someplace in the depths of your mind
your memories you will always find

hansel and gretel (Etheree)

there the house lies amongst the soft green grass,
walls of candy and chocolate so sweet.
she comes out the gingerbread door,
and asks the siblings to eat.
naive, the siblings agree.
trusting promised treats
they wake to find,
the witch just
wants their
meat.

secrets (Monorhyme)

secrets, they lie, in more ways than one
in places forgotten, and shunned
their owners, unseen, you cannot outrun
until what they hide has been undone
secrets, they shine, bright as the morning sun
though too they are dim, dark as the world without sun
secrets, one might think are fun
yet only a few know what has really begun
when you share a secret, it cannot be redone
no longer a secret, the consequences from which you cannot run
secrets, like foggy webs that they have spun
tangled in the spells with which they stun
yet some seek them, unknowing it is a poison
they march on thinking they have won
but won they have not, simply let themselves become rotten
if they so take it too far, is when it will happen
secrets, they can keep the danger hidden
so they will not end up like the ones that have fallen
though secrets, they only work if you have learnt its lesson
most haven't, for we, and they, are so, so human
secrets, they are both a hero and a villain
but once it goes wrong, no longer can you receieve a pardon
so i warn you again, of those who are broken
from secrets handled without reason
be careful with secrets, for they pose dangers a million
with them you should not dabble, unless you are certain

bug (Haiku)

a bug on my hand
crawled off onto the wall
and then back again

a bat and a spider (Limerick)

there is a small bat on my ceiling
and there's a spider it's fighting
hanging from high up there
the bat won by a hair
and of the ceiling it's now the king


♖ Part 2: Essays ♖
621 words

Durians are often regarded and seen as a smelly, and sometimes consequently bad-tasting fruit. Hundreds of people all over the world claim that is so, and many of them do not enjoy eating it, mostly because of the fruit's strong aroma. And while this is a fair point, are durians really that bad? Do they have any benefits that outweigh the smell, and perhaps make it more worthwhile to eat? Why exactly do some claim that it smells bad, and others claim that it doesn't? Is it a good idea to eat them? Well, as it turns out, it is. These spiky fruits may smell rather strange, but they have many, many health benefits and have a great nutritional value. They can also be consumed in several different forms, which may help make it more interesting.

Because of how many nutritional values it has, durians are actually one of the most nutritious fruits in the world, which makes it a good candidate for those looking for more exotic, yet still very nutritious fruits. They contain many vitamins and nutrients, such as the vitamins C and D. Durian flesh, the reportedly custard-y flesh that clings to its large seeds, also have plenty of fiber and healthy plant compouds, several of which are also antioxidants. These plant compounds include carotenoids and anthocyanins. Anthocyanins can act as antioxidants, as mentioned above, and carotenoids help your immune system function and may lower the risk of cancer, as well as also boosting the amount of antioxidants in your body.

The nutrients in durians are varied, and there are a lot of them. Durians provide calcium, iron, potassium, manganese, and magnesium. This means that this fruit can be beneficial to people who have an iron deficiency, as eating more foods with iron is thought to help with it. Magnesium also happens to be a very important mineral, as it supports your immune system, helps muscles and nerves function, and stabilise blood pressure levels.

And as you might point out, some of you may be of the opinion that durians smell and taste rather bad, perhaps like rotten onions (an often made comparison), which is not necessarily false. However, there is in fact a link between how you perceive a smell, and how it affects the way your taste buds taste it. Because smell effects taste, and vice versa, something that you think tastes sweet, will make it possibly smell sweeter, and something that you think smells stinky, will possibly make it taste worse when you actually eat it.

This means that if you manage to convince yourself, your mind, and your body that durians either taste or smell good and sweet, as durian fans think, then the next time you smell or taste it, it might not be as bad as it was before you made yourself think that it was good. This is what happens with people who enjoy durians. Because they like the (sweet, according to them) taste of durians, they have made their noses also perceive the stench of one as sweet, building up an immunity to perceiving it as a bad smell.

With this, we can conclude that eating durians are definitely worth bracing the smell. Their nutritiousness and abundance of health benefits will help your body in many ways, lowering the risk of several health problems and supplying you with plenty of energy. And, because of the taste-smell and smell-taste link, the more you eat durian, the more you might possibly grow to enjoy it, then the more you'll find yourself thinking that its signature smell might not be so bad after all, despite the fact that all agree that the smell still remains very strong, even if you find it nice.

♗ Part 3: Script_Writing ♗
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Piece I'm Adapting (taken from the 4th weekly of last session):

“And this, class, is one of the most intriguing relics of the olden times we have ever found,” says the teacher, gesturing at the inside of a huge glass cube. It's filled to the brim with ancient, dusty things that I'd rather not be this close to. Stone tablets, scrolls of faded parchment, train wheels, a portrait, a musty old moth-eaten book, jewellery, cutlery, pieces of cloth, and so many other things that were probably last used a few thousand years ago. The only thing interesting is that, strangely enough, there are a few things that look like they could be from the future. Technology way beyond our understanding.

Usually, I would have just followed along while the teacher rambled on and on about history. But this… it's actually kind of interesting. It's not like the boring nonsense the Mrs. Bell spouts at the other exhibits. It's not about national history, or science. It's just… that. History. Leftovers from things people did a millennia ago. Things from when they still used scrolls and stone tablets.
And the thing is, it's all shrouded in mystery. No one knows what exactly was the source of all this. No one knows what really happened.
But if there's one thing I love, it's a good mystery.

I push my way to the front of the gaggle of students. Maybe I can get the teacher to tell me more about it.
“Mrs. Bell?” I call, shoving the class clown behind me. He lets out a yelp, the joke he had been about to crack hanging on the tip of his tongue and falling off. “I have a question!”
Mrs. Bell turns to me, excited that someone actually seems interested.
“Yes?” she says.
Internally, I pump a fist for my success. Not many students can get the teacher's attention when she's already gotten deep into an educated tangent about whatever she's teaching at the moment. I clear my throat.
“What do we know about it so far?” I ask.

At this, her face becomes even more excited - not that I knew it was possible. The other students wince in anticipation; my classmates in particular shoot me identical blaming looks. I stick my tongue out at them. It's not my fault they're not giving it a chance.
Mrs. Bell takes a deep breath. “Well,” she says. “We actually know quite a lot,”
My classmates groan, though I nod and signal for my teacher to keep going.
She hums. “Unfortunately, we don't know enough to piece together what really happened.”
“But what do we know?” I press.
Mrs Bell gestures at the musty old book. “This book is where most of our knowledge comes from.”

“From what we know, thousands of years ago, fifteen nations of old came together three times a century to hold a friendly contest. The fifteen nations had many alliances and relationships with each other, but they and the contest all dwindled back to a few people rumoured to have been deities, gods, or something similar. We don't yet know their true names, but they have been called by several titles, most commonly as ‘The Hosts’. They, along with several others, created the contest. They lived long, though a few have fallen into obscurity and passed. Those are what the book calls ”gHosts“.”

Fifteen nations, huh? I smile. Sounds an awful lot like the plot of some fantasy story.
“Come on, Mrs. Bell,” I say, tapping my feet on the smooth floor. “Tell us more about the fifteen nations that participated. What were they like?” Again, my classmates give me dirty looks. One even steps on my foot, but I step on theirs in revenge. Meanwhile, Mrs Bell flushes.
“The fifteen nations… well, they change often, so, well, we haven't always been able to keep track of which is which,”
"That's okay, Mrs. Bell,“ I groan. Why can't she just get on with telling us about it?

She sighs. ”Oh, alright, alright.“ she says, then clears her throat.
”The fifteen nations took on lots of forms during their times. One of the most apparent was the Sci-i nation. We haven't translated the whole name, but from the looks of it, it is as if they weren't from this world at all. We all know that's not possible, but the relics say otherwise. They spoke of ‘starpads’, and ‘Overseers’, and three beings from another realm. The technology you see in the glass case - the ones that look very high tech? That's from them. Like the others, this nation changed over the ages, but a few things stayed the same. They were always, always described as otherworldly in some way.

“Whether it be the fact that one of the known members of the nation during 21 M was someone with tentacles for limbs and a mouth in their neck, or that they were once described building a portal to save ‘earthlings’ in 21 N, the Sci-i nation is the proof that some use to prove that aliens are real. No one has yet proposed a theory as to what could have been the cause of these descriptions and depictions, as well as the cause for the descriptions of some other nations, their folk, their talents, abilities, theorised location, and attributes. At the time, literature seems to have been a prized form of art, appreciated and praised in all fifteen nations.

”Another particularly intriguing piece of history is the relationship between the Mythlgy nation, the Sci-i nation, and the Petry nation during 21 J. Various records state that the three were in a complicated triangle of alliances and enemies. Some tablets even state that the Sci-i and Petry were at war with Mythlgy. The relics illustrate a sneaky fight, with spies and a giant fire sparked by Mythlgy, blazing and flaming and consuming everything in its path. Mythlgy's forces were said to be few, led by three sisters dubbed Euryale, Medusa, and Stheno, of whom we're not sure if they were in anyway linked to the figures from Greek Myth of the same name, though their folk were, according to the book, ‘not many, yet mighty and stony’.

“And, in 21 N, a friendly rivalry came into being between the Aventre and the Petry nations. Together, they competed for the top spot in in the contests. At the time, someone known as ‘Patron of Goats’ led the Aventre nation, while the ‘Elven Poet’ led the Petry nation. Then, well-”
Mrs. Bell pauses. I'm not sure why, until she concludes - with a mystic air that I've never seen around her before - with,

“There's a tablet they uncovered at the site. According to it, there is a prophecy that the spirits of the Hosts and the leaders of the nations will come and initiate the contest once more when someone cares enough to retell the world about them. It's most likely not true, but-”

Beside me, someone laughs. “Wow, Mrs. Bell. You're a really great storyteller,” he says, just as I step on his foot.
Then…
the book inside the glass case explodes in a ball of light.

My Adaptation:

MRS. BELL stands with LORREN and the rest of the class in front of an exhibit.

MRS. BELL
(enthusiastic) And these are some of the most mysterious relics we've ever found!

LORREN steps away.

LORREN
(disgusted) They're so dusty.

MRS. BELL
The thing is, class: some of these relics are obviously so much more high tech than even ours!

She points at the relics.

MRS. BELL
See here? This one looks like it's from a sci-fi novel! Some scientists think it might even be from the future!

The students roll their eyes. LORREN frowns.

STUDENT #1
Yeah, because that's-

LORREN pushes his way to MRS. BELL. STUDENT #1 yelps.

LORREN
Mrs. Bell?

MRS. BELL continues talking about the exhibit.

LORREN
Mrs. Bell? I have a question!

MRS. BELL
(surprised) Oh!

MRS. BELL
(excited) Yes, Lorren?

LORREN
What do we actually know about them? The high tech ones.

MRS. BELL
I'm sorry Lorren; unfortunately, we don't have much concrete information…

LORREN
(disappointed) What about where they came from, then?

MRS. BELL smiles.

MRS. BELL
Oh, that's one thing we know a lot about!

LORREN looks up at MRS. BELL.

LORREN
(impatient) So where did they come from?

MRS. BELL
(excited) Well, it all started thousands of years ago…

The stage fades to black.

The lights turn back on to show fifteen people gathered in a clearing between two mountains. Each person has different outfits and different themes. LORREN and MRS. BELL stand in the front left corner.

MRS. BELL
Back then, there were fifteen great nations. And three times every century, they'd get together for a big contest.

The fifteen step into a half ring in the centre of the stage. HOST #1 steps out from behind a tree and into the centre of the half ring. She holds up a trophy.

MRS. BELL
The Hosts, the creators of the nations and the contest, were said to be like deities, or gods. Powerful.

A spotlight shines on LORREN and MRS. BELL. HOST #1 and the fifteen are in shadow. LORREN crosses his arms.

LORREN
What about the fifteen nations, Mrs. Bell? Tell me more about them.

He gestures at the fifteen people in a half ring. MRS. BELL taps her foot on the floor.

MRS. BELL
(nervous) Well, the fifteen nations tended to… change a lot over the years. They're a little hard to explain.

LORREN
(frustrated) Please, Mrs. Bell, just tell us about them.

MRS. BELL
Okay, okay.

She clears her throat. The stage fades to black.

The lights turn back on, and only one of the fifteen is left standing in the middle of the stage.

MRS. BELL
Out of the fifteen nations, the one that stands out the most is the Sci-i nation.

Another spotlight appears, this time shining on the person in the middle of the stage. SCI-I LEADER steps forward.

MRS. BELL
According to the relics, the Sci-i nation weren't from this world at all. The relics talk about “Overseers”, and three mysterious beings coming through a portal, and the nation's strange people.

Three people dressed as silhouettes emerge from a “portal”. They raise their arms. Blue and white lights swirl together to mimic the portal coming to life.

MRS. BELL
The high tech artefacts in the exhibit are from them. These “starpads”“, and ”portal pieces“, and ”flares“ have all been traced back to them. Unfortunately, none of the scientists and engineers studying them have managed to understand their technology.

The stage fades to black.

The lights go back on to reveal the silhouettes gone and PETRY LEADER and MYTHLGY LEADER standing with SCI-I LEADER. PETRY LEADER stands beside SCI-I LEADER. MYTHLGY LEADER is holding a flaming torch.

MRS. BELL
The Sci-i nation had an interesting relationship with the Mythlgy and Petry nations. For all of the year 21 J, Sci-i and Petry were at war with Mythlgy. Mythlgy sparked a fire that razed both Sci-i and Petry's lands. From the records, thousands died during the war.

A ”fire“ surrounds PETRY LEADER AND SCI-I LEADER. ”Smoke“ gathers on the floor of the stage.

LORREN
(fascinated) Wow.

MRS. BELL nods.

MRS. BELL
Mythlgy's army was said to be small, but mighty and strong as stone.

LORREN
Strong as stone?

MRS. BELL
The relics that talk about Mythlgy had a lot of… unusual metaphors.

LORREN makes a face.

LORREN
What about the Petry nation? What were they like?

MYTHLGY LEADER and SCI-I LEADER walk off the stage, and the smoke recedes. The ”fire“ dies down.

MRS. BELL
They were strong spirited and mysterious, and seemed to be very good at cooking what we now call cookies. In 21 N, the leader of the Petry nation, called the ”Elven Poet“ by the artefacts, entered a rivalry with the Aventre nation and its leader, the ”Patron of Goats“.

THE PATRON OF GOATS enters the stage, facing off with THE ELVEN POET.

MRS. BELL
Then, during a one of their more intense rounds…

MRS. BELL is silent. She looks at the exhibit, then shakes her head. The spotlight moves to shine on her and LORREN. THE PATRON OF GOATS and THE ELVEN POET leave the stage in the background, while the students rush back on it.

LORREN
(questioning) Mrs. Bell?

MRS. BELL
It's nothing, Lorren.

She looks nervously at the exhibit.

MRS. BELL
D-during one of their more intense rounds, the Elven Poet revealed a prophecy. It said that, when someone thousands of years into the future teaches others about them, the spirits of the Hosts and the leaders of the fifteen nations will appear and initiate the competition again.

LORREN
That's probably not true, Mrs. Bell.

MRS. BELL
I hope so.

STUDENT #2
Of course it's not true! Those prophecy things aren't real.

STUDENT #3
Yeah, Mrs. Bell, of course it's not true. You're just too busy storytelling that you made yourself think it is. And you made us miss our bus.

MRS. BELL
Oh no! The time! I'm so sorry class, I'll-

The exhibit's lights shine brightly. BANG. It ”explodes".

SPIRIT #1, SPIRIT #2, and SPIRIT #3 enter the stage. MRS. BELL, LORREN, and the students scream.

The stage fades to black.

♘ Part 4: Non-Fiction ♘
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Antonio Lucio Vivaldi - A biography (420 words)

Antonio Lucio Vivaldi, better known to the world as just Vivaldi, was an 18th century musician born on the 4th of March, 1678 in Venice, Italy. To this day his music remains famous and has garnered fans for him from all over the globe. One of his best-known concertos are his series of concertos called The Four Seasons. There are four violin concertos, one based on each season (Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter). Antonio Vivaldi's works greatly impacted fellow 18th century musician Johann Sebastian Bach's works. Vivaldi's compositions were so well known in his day that he received multiple commissions from figures of nobility.

Born to Giovanni Battista Vivaldi and Camilla Calicchio, Vivaldi was brother to five siblings: Bonaventura Tomaso, Margarita Gabriela, Francesco Gaetano, and Zanetta Anna. Vivaldi was taught violin since he was young, mainly by his father Giovanni, who was also a professional violinist and who happened to be one of the founders of Sovvegno dei musicisti di Santa Cecilia, a musical association. By the time he was 24 years old, Vivaldi already had a wide knowledge of music. However, he did not play wind instruments, due to what is most likely a form of asthma. He was not born in very good health.

Vivaldi became a maestro di violino (master of violin) at the Ospedale della Pietà orphanage sometime in September, 1703. He continued working and composing there for around thirty years. In the year 1716, he was eventually promoted to maestro de' concerti. Vivaldi also had a side job of working as an opera composer, a job that had its trials and triumphs. One of these trials was when Benedetto Marcello, amore conservative musician, denounced him and his operas with a pamphlet he'd written. Despite Vivaldi himself not being mentioned in it, the intention behind the pamphlet was clear. Thankfully, Vivaldi too had some triumphs, such as the success of Nerone fatto Cesare.

At only 62 years old, Vivaldi died of an internal infection on the 28th of July, 1741 in Vienna after losing a source of steady income after Emperor Charles VI died. He was buried on the same day next to the Karlskirche, with his funeral taking place at St. Stephen's Cathedral. And though he suffered a major popularity drop and was unknown for quite some time, his works became known again in the 20th century, thanks to Fritz Kreisler's Concerto in C, in the Style of Vivaldi, and the discovery of of hundreds of his works in some volumes found in Piedmont monastery.

How To Balance Your Time (640 words)

I'm sure most SWC campers have had trouble with balancing our daily, normal lives with our online lives. You might end up devoting more of your time to one than the other. Maybe you consistently do all the dailies and weeklies, but end up neglecting your homework and social life outside of Scratch. Maybe you instead diligently do all your chores and schoolwork, and keep telling yourself that you'll do the next daily, the next weekly, but end up forgetting to do it. Maybe you even stressed yourself out hard trying to get things together and ended up having a breakdown! But one thing that I think most campers share regarding this problem is the feeling that comes afterwards. Thinking that you should have spent more time on one thing than the other.

Now, that's why I'm here to help you how to manage your time and balance life and SWC, with only a few simple steps!

Step 1: Prioritise! Ask yourself: what's more important? What's due sooner? What do you need to finish more? What's compulsory and what's not? What's going to matter more in the near future, and what will you. regret not doing the most? Once you've asked these questions to yourself and made some answers, try to make a list or write down everything you just figured out, from most important, to least important! Done that? If you're done, then on to…

Step 2! Make a to-do list! Using everything that you wrote down in step 1, make a to-do list! Or, I suppose you could make a schedule, if that works better for you. I know that different methods work for different people, so I recommend trying to use one for a week, see if it works or not, and try the other if it doesn't! If neither work, maybe you can set up a few reminders or alarms on your devices. Remember to use the priority list you made in step 1! Schedule or write things down in your to-do list/schedule based on what you've made your biggest/main priority, and work down from there to your least prioritised task!

Step 3 is the simplest step of all. Just put it into action! If you made a to-do list, start using it and working on what you wrote down. If you made a schedule, start following it in your everyday life! However, one thing you need to keep in mind is to not overwork or stress yourself out. If you begin stress yourself out within only a day or two of using it, make sure to take a break or try a different method. Please don't, under any circumstances, force yourself to keep working when you're too tired or to keep using something that isn't working.

Now on to the last part: tips! If it wasn't obvious already, I have a few tips for you to use when following these steps! Let's get to them.

My first tip: Before you start making a to-do list or schedule, as for input from one of your friends or family members on the list of priorities you made earlier. Sometimes, you may not realise what really needs to be done first and foremost, and asking for input and another opinion from someone will help you properly figure out what needs to be prioritised and put at the top of the list, and what needs to be put at the bottom.

My second tip: When you make your to-do list, try alternating between very important real life tasks/things, and very important SWC things! I find that it helps quite a bit. Do and finish your biggest priority first, then work on part of your most important SWC thing! Just remember that it's okay to sacrifice participating extremely actively in SWC for more important real life things.