Jaeden
Hey, I'm Jaeden, and I'm in Mystery this session.
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Proof 1(word count: 3517)
The late summer leaves crunch beneath the soles of my red basketball shoes. I can feel beads of sweat trickle down my forehead, and the blinding sunlight doesn't help one bit. My breathing is shallow, and I try my best not to faint. Every step I take is a race to the finish line, a foot closer to the trailer park. Jeremiah Terrell is tailing me on his rusty old bike, pedalling as hard as he can to catch up. The added weight of the soda cans on his bicycle slows him down, but lets him gain a lot of momentum on the long run.

I glance at my wristwatch and gasp for air. I always time myself when I run from the convenience store to the Terrell's place. It's a bit of a weird habit, but I can calculate my average once I get home. Eight minutes and forty-seven seconds is, admittedly, worse than usual. I'll blame it on my sprained ankle.

Suddenly, I hear the distinct cranking of Jeremiah's gears, and brace myself for the impact as he zooms downhill at top speed. Adrenaline courses through my veins. As soon as he's about a metre away, he promptly hits his brakes, sends me flying, and we both tumble into the grassy ditch by the old cobblestone road.

I roll onto my back and laugh, clutching my injured ankle with my left hand. “That sucked!” I yelled, and Jeremiah scowled, his glasses askew. I shoot upward as I remember the reason we went to the convenience store minutes prior, and help him up. “Oh man, the cream soda's gonna get all foamy!”

Jeremiah pulls his dingy bike from the road and we collect the cans that fell out of his plastic bottle crate. I lean against a maple tree and crack one open, cursing under my breath as it spills all over my shirt. I take a sip of it and enjoy the soft fizzing of the bubbles on my tongue, the pain of my twisted ankle melting away. There's nothing like a cold can of Crush on a hot September day.

“I hope my mother will let me ride my bike to school once it starts again,” Jeremiah says, adjusting his glasses before opening a can of soda himself. The sweet froth bursts out of the can, but he quickly jerks his arm away before any of it gets his clothes wet. “Apparently high school buses are terrible.”

“That'd be cool,” I say. I don't own one myself, as my mother fears I'd get injured, but I could at least ride it with him. At least he's lucky to own one, even though we found it at a garage sale. “But knowing the people who attend Mapleridge, it'd probably get stolen on the first day by some jerkwad.”

Jeremiah sighs and sits on the bottom branches of another tree, snapping nearby twigs and throwing them into the ditch. He kicks the tall grass below, and takes a swig of his drink. “Hey, Wil?” He asks softly.

I turn my head. “Yeah?”

“Do you think I'm weird? That I'd get bullied at school?”

I look up at the clear blue sky, examining a cloud shaped like a chess knight. Jeremiah was pretty odd, his interests a little beyond my understanding. But he was really, really intelligent. He does much better than me in school, and I get good grades. “I'm weird too,” I respond vaguely, my head resting against the maple tree behind me.

“So that's a yes?”

I don't answer. Deep down I know I'm probably more likely to get targeted by jerks than him. I'm pale, thin, weak, and have countless allergies I don't even know much about. My mother sends me to the doctor about once a month, and I break my bones about once a year on average. That reminds me, I haven't even taken all my meds yet. *.

He sighs again, downs his cream soda, and climbs aboard his dented bicycle. “Hey, we should probably head to my place to clean you up. If your mom finds out how much dirt you have on your clothes, she'll go beserk.”

As I get up, I try to wipe the green grass stains off my new shoes. Mom doesn't know that I run around in the forest or that I occasionally ride Jeremiah's bike. Someday I'm sure I'll get an allergic reaction or end up in the emergency room, but I might as well enjoy my childhood while it lasts. I sit behind Jeremiah on the bicycle and hold onto him as he pedals down the road, racing past the endless rows of trees lining the highway.




The road is relatively featureless. Well, that's what you get for living in a canadian town in the middle of nowhere. There are no cars. No trucks. Nothing but green until you finally reach the wooden sign that leads you down the lane to the campgrounds.

Jeremiah turns sharply, my stomach lurching as he almost drives off the gravel. He waves at a park ranger repairing a log fence and takes an even narrower lane down the woods. A crooked wooden sign nailed to a tree marked the trailer park.

The Campgrounds had been kind enough to spare a piece of their land to convert into a small mobile home park in the ‘80s, when countryside house prices in Quebec had suddenly skyrocketed. Many townspeople had been forced to move out and were left homeless, but a fortunate few settled in the campgrounds and started a new life, including Jeremiah’s family. Mom likes to say they won the lottery, as they get free access to hiking trails, Lake Qalipu, and a swimming hole. It's a bit like living in a cabin year-round.

His mobile home is tucked behind a couple of tall spruce trees. Despite looking exactly like the other beige-and-green trailers in the park, his can be distinguished by its ill-assorted bird feeders and garden trinkets, courtesy of his eccentric mother.

As soon as I hop off his bicycle, Jeremiah ties it to one of the trees with a rather weak-looking rope and drags me to the nearest dishwashing station, where he uses a hose to clean off dirt and blood from my clothes.

“Thanks,” I say. “Now I just have to dry, or my mother'll think I tried to drown in the lake.”

Jeremiah laughs as he cleans his muddy shoes. “She'll really think that? God, what an overprotective mother,”

I smile, but don't respond. Instead, I swiftly take the hose from his hands, change its setting, and grasp it as if it were a rifle, aiming for his stomach. He tackles me, takes my weapon, and I drop to the ground. Jeremiah throws his washcloth aside, and hurls me a waterlogged sandal, which I catch and use to shield myself from the cold beam of water now shooting in my direction. Still kneeling on the ground, I reach for a long branch sticking from the bushes. Carefully positioning my makeshift spear, I prepare myself to skewer Jeremiah, but a shrill voice suddenly interrupts our duel before I land a critical hit.

“Boys! For Pete's sake, quit your fighting!” The woman pauses, and rushed footsteps approach the dishwashing station. “Oh, Wil! Your mother will be so worried! Jeremiah, look what you did to him!”

“Sorry, Mom,” Jeremiah mumbles, promptly shutting off the hose and helping me up.

“Apologize to your friend, not to me!”

“Hey, Wil, you okay?” His voice is quiet and shaky.

I look down at my knees and palms. Both are scraped and bleeding, and small rocks are embedded in the wounds. I wince as I gently touch my injuries. The skin is raw and pink.

Jeremiah's mother, Penelope, puts her hand on my shoulder, her big brown eyes staring into mine. “We'll try to clean that up, okay? We have some watermelon at home we need to eat, too.”

I light up the moment she mentions my favourite food; I'm sure she still remembers me at six years old, eating slice after slice of the fruit and crying when none were left. I immediately feel a little better, and anticipate the moment I'd feel the watermelon's cold crispness dissolve in my mouth.

The moment we step inside Jeremiah's home, his border collie, Elsie, jumps up and tries to lick my face. I laugh, and Penelope lets her play outside in the yard for a bit. Jeremiah runs to the washroom to fetch a box of Band-Aids, a first aid kit, and a small bottle of iodine. I sit on a worn rocking chair in the living room, eyeing his mother warily as she cleans a pair of metal tweezers.

After tying up her curly black hair, Ms. Terrell soaks a small cloth with iodine. I take a sharp breath. My cuts burn, and I gasp each time she dabs away at the open wounds. Jeremiah, now perched on a ratty loveseat, smirks when he sees me blinking back tears. His mother tells him to hand her the tweezers on the dresser, which he does.

“Now don't worry, dear, this isn't going to hurt one bit.” Jeremiah's mother carefully dislodges the gravel from my skin. I try not to move, but a successful yank induced an unwanted yelp and jump, making Penelope drop the tool, the pair of tweezers clattering on the wooden floorboards below.

“Sorry,” I mutter, clutching my throbbing left knee. “I didn't do it on purpose.”

To my surprise, Penelope laughs. “You remind me of Damien!”

Jeremiah's eyes widen, and then drop to the floor. Taken by surprise, I fiddle with a lock of my dark brown hair awkwardly. The mention of his late brother was usually something that made all the Terrells uncomfortable. Since Damien's death three years ago, Jeremiah had made me swear I'd never speak of him again.

He had drowned in Lake Qalipu one evening. I was there. I had witnessed it. We did a canoe race, and he fell overboard. We couldn't find him for ten whole minutes. When we finally grabbed ahold of him, of his small hand, he was dead.

Ms. Terrell wipes a tear off her face, and smiles. “Poor him. He was always so tense, and it'd be impossible to clean off his papercuts without him throwing a tantrum.” She grabs the box of Band-Aids, peeling four open and carefully covering my wounds. “Sometimes I can still see him in my head, bawling, his hands hiding his big brown eyes.”

A long, unpleasant silence followed. All I could hear was Penelope's silent sobbing, a blue jay outside, Elsie barking, and the steady ticking of the wooden cuckoo clock on the wall. I shifted back and forth on the rocking chair awkwardly, trying not to think about Damien.

I was the first to speak, relieved to change the subject. “So… you said you had some watermelon slices?”




The Terrell kitchen is a mess.The sink is filled to the brim with dirty dishes, and silverware and bags of dog food litters the nearby countertop. Stacks of yellowed newspaper clippings and birdwatching handbooks are strewn on the wooden table, along with an empty Tim Hortons cup and a half-eaten Honey Cruller doughnut. On the fridge, souvenir magnets one might buy at a gift shop hold outdated shopping lists and school pictures of distant family members. Damien's kindergarten picture, which had hung there years ago, was not there anymore. It was probably stowed away in a shoebox now, somewhere it'd never be found again.

“Sorry I didn't clean the kitchen before your arrival,” Jeremiah's mother says, shoving a stack of used forks in the kitchen sink. “As you can see, I didn't expect any guests today.” She cleans off a side of the dinner table, opens the refrigerator, and pulls a plateful of store-bought watermelon slices from the icebox.

As soon as she peels off the Saran wrap covering the dish, my hand races towards the reddest and juiciest piece there is. The moment that follows is exquisite. I crash on the chair behind me and dissolve in a cloud of ecstasy, suddenly refreshed and feeling better than ever. “This is amazing,” I say between mouthfuls. Watermelon juice dribbles down my chin and onto the tablecloth. I quickly put aside the rind and try to hide the pink stain with my arm, but Jeremiah sees through my move and cleans it off with a dishcloth.

He picks up a pamphlet lying on the table and starts to read its contents out loud as Penelope empties the dishwasher, plates and cups clinking against one another. “Please bring the following to school on Monday: five pencils, three erasers, a blue pen, a red pen, a highlighter, a ruler, five binders, a scientific calculator, and a pack of lined paper.” He scoffs loudly. “Do they really expect you to use three erasers? That's the amount one uses in a lifetime!”

I roll my eyes and bite into another watermelon slice. “Continue,” I urge, tossing aside the previous rind.

“Students are expected to take the bus to school, to get driven there, or to walk. You may bike to school if needed, but no bicycle racks will be provided and we hold no responsibility for stolen property. Proper behaviour will be enforced in buses, and any violation of this can result in punishment. Parents and guardians are encouraged to speak to their child about responsible etiquette before the start of the term.”

“Maybe you shouldn't ride that bike to school,” his mother states, looking over her son's shoulder. “When your father was in high school, his bicycle was stolen and destroyed by a group of rowdy teenagers.”

“But Mom—”

“I'm not going to buy you another bike because you didn't take any responsibility on the previous one!”

Jeremiah pours himself a glass of water, which he drinks slowly. “Fine,” he says. “But how am I going to get there, then? School buses don't drive all the way out here!”

“You can take the city bus in the morning, it stops by the convenience store on weekdays. You know full well you can walk to that store by your own,” she says in a stern voice.

“Alright, alright!” Jeremiah puts his glass in the dishwasher, and kicks it closed. He turns to me and sighs, taking the empty dish from my hands.

The Terrell's home phone rings unexpectedly. The plate slips from Jeremiah's fingers and crashes onto the floor. He swears, and turns red as his mother glares at him before picking up the phone. I kneel by Jeremiah and help him pick up the porcelain fragments covering the floor, careful not to cut myself with a piece.

“Hello?” I hear Penelope say from the living room. She pauses. “Oh, hi, Becky! How are you?”

I falter as I recognize my mother's name, and glance at my wristwatch. Five fifty six. I told her I'd be home by five for dinner.

“Yes, he's here,” Ms. Terrell continues. “Oh, he's running late? I'll send him home as soon as I can!” She laughs, like most mothers somehow do when they talk on the phone. “No, he didn't have an allergy attack. But he—”

“Mom!” Jeremiah yells, to my relief. “Don't!”

Penelope eyes him knowingly. “—had some watermelon, I hope that didn't spoil his appetite. But you know him, he can't resist—” she laughs again. “Yes, alright. I'll send him home now. Talk to you later.”

As she hangs up the phone, I hand Jeremiah the last shards, which he throws away. “Thanks for earlier,” I say. “I should probably head home now before my mother actually thinks I died.”

He snorts. “Figured as much.”

We walk to the entrance, and I slip on my new shoes. The door creaks open and I leave, waving the Terrells goodbye before picking up a sprint. My ears throb, and my knees are weak. God, is Mom going to be mad.



“William Richardson-Martin!”

Aw, *, here we go again.

“What made you think you could leave me here like that? You could've asked Ms. Terrell to call home!” She groans, and her tone shifts. “You never bother to tell me where in the world you truly go or what you do. You got hurt again, didn't you? You weren't really hanging out with that Jones boy —whatever his name is— Mark? Angus?”

“Marcus Jones, Mom.” I correct her. He's this clingy kid at school whose mom happens to work with mine at the pharmacy. We used to study together, sometimes, as we shared most of our classes last year. At least he bothered to help me out in AP physics.

“Whatever. I called Delilah —you know, his mother— and she said you were never invited there in the first place.” She leads me to the dining room. The table was already set, and the macaroni casserole on the cracked plates seemed to be getting cold. “Care to explain?”

“I— I was about to invite myself to his place, but met Jeremiah on the way there.” Jesus, that was smooth. “So I visited the Terrells instead. And tripped on the way there, in case you were wondering about the Band-Aids.”

“Oh, really?” She raises a pale eyebrow. “Invite yourself to the Jones residence? Or rather knock on their door and hope they're not busy?”

“Pretty much that, yeah.” I stare at the fork resting against my yellow plate. “Marcus said I could come over whenever back in June. Just let myself in if I really wanted to. They never seemed to be a very busy family.”

Mom sits down on the creaky wooden chair across the table, and pokes at the cold casserole, slowly chewing her food while eyeing me suspiciously. “And you never bothered to tell me this until now? That you were allowed to visit them whenever, with no notice?”

“Mom! I don't have to tell you every single tiny detail of my freaking life! Plus, it didn't seem like relevant information!”

“Wil!”

I look down at my plate and prod at bits of ground beef and tomato with my knife. I mutter an apology under my breath and nibble a piece of macaroni. Dinner is absolutely delicious, but I don't tell her that. Instead of shoveling forkfuls of the casserole into my mouth like I usually do, I just pick at it. But it's really hard to resist.

My mother's anger slowly fades as I finally give in, warily asking for seconds once my dish was empty. “It seems like the Wil I know is back,” Mom commented with a muted laugh. My only reply was a cold, hard, glare. She wasn't worthy of my time.

After the dining table was cleared up, I race upstairs, my footsteps reverberating across the hallway. I enter my blue bedroom, shut the door, and lie on my small bed, staring at the glow-in-the-dark constellation of Orion tacked to the slanted white ceiling. Several years ago, back when I was still in elementary school, my obsession with the cosmos had begun. I had begged for the stickers, a telescope, some books, and a star map. I guess I still am interested in it. Becoming an astrophysicist would be cool. I could uncover some mysteries once shrouded in dark matter. Maybe then people would stop picking on me.

My eyes dart across the room. First to the oak desk in the corner, where I kept my outdated school work, maps of the area, and my interactive globe. Then to my bookshelf brimming with sci-fi novels, awards, trinkets and encyclopedias. To my old white telescope I used to take to Jeremiah's at night. The telescope Damien loved. And finally my eyes settle on the short dresser that stood by the closet. As a matter of fact, maybe I should change out of my stained shirt and shorts.



The first day came quickly. My alarm set off at exactly 6:45 AM, forcing me to get out of bed and get dressed before breakfast. I feel a tinge of annoyance as the soles of my feet hit the cold floorboards below; leaving the warmth of my bed was never easy, especially not at six in the morning. To make matters worse, sheets of rain rolled down the skylight window, blurring out the world beyond it. What a beautiful day.

I pick out a very generic outfit. Nothing too flashy. The less attention, the better. I debated whether I should wear a boring blue shirt or a stripey green-and-yellow one, but settled on the former. Too many colours would make me stand out. I slip on my plain black wristwatch before leaving my room, which I almost forget.

Breakfast is cold cereal and a tall glass of frothy orange juice. Mom never bothers to make anything extravagant on weekdays. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, she makes pancakes or waffles, but that's only when she's in a good mood. And right now, she's half asleep, drinking her black coffee with disdain. “Take your medicine before leaving,” she says between sips.

MAIN CABIN WEEKLY #1

– WORD COUNT: 313
ELEGY(ISH)
Sheets of cold fresh grey rain
And fog thick as soup
But somehow I'm still safe and dry

But my new umbrella
Was a tad bit too small
To shield you and I from the weather

So by me you stand
Your hair dripping wet
Reckless showers, your pet peeve, oh no

It's truly a shame
But I couldn't care less
Those who are prepared persevere


HAIKU
Mountains tall and wise
A fleet of large white clouds above
Slowly floating by

All those tales of old
Boastful dragons, treasure hoards
Are told by breezes cold

Silent spires of stone
Cairns of fallen soldiers who
Once brandished swords of steel

Bloodshed, ire, and rage
Of warlords muted by the sea
Crashing waves of blue

Forests spread beyond
Horizons foggy, ashen hills
Lifeless, quiet, still

The ground beneath my feet
Tell tales and epics overlooked
Now nothing will remain

As I close my eyes
A breath of wind speaks in my ear
“Alone here you will stand”.




LIMERICK
There once was a sailor named Dee
She voyaged the vast endless sea
But one day a storm
In green oceans warm
“Sent us all flying”, said she.


ACROSTIC POEM
Barren land of stone and sand
And stripes of greyish brownish blue
Daunting peaks of limestone worn
Landscapes uninviting, bare
Austere colours, all too dim
Never ending hills of nothing
Dead things buried underneath
Sandstone heaps of gritty naught



FREE VERSE
Lost
In a riptide of hollow empty thoughts
I try to swim back up
But the surface seems to shift
Breaking free will someday be
Nothing more than a memory
That'll sometime fade
In the vacuum of my mind

Lost
Unintelligible faces
And sinking thoughts of guilt
Push me down, keep me from
Swimming to the shore
Dark matter swirls around me
I try to get to my feet
To control what's around me
But it all slips away
Quickly
And
Quietly

Clarity had perfect glossy hair. It was black, and shone like the moon's light on water. The black was raven black, not even a fake, super dark color that was clearly a wig, but a shiny black that reminded Cole of maybe a fine-tuned piano. Smooth. Ready to let out beautiful music and art. Additionally, Clarity's other features seemed to be tuned to perfection.
Her lips, just as perfect as her hair, gleamed scarlet, dark red, beautiful. And her nose was ahead of the curve on beauty standards, smallest little thing Cole had ever seen. Her eyes were wide and big, innocent yet teasing, and one had the ice-blue of the cold arctic ocean and the other the green of a precious emerald.
“She must be very stupid and a slow runner, too, with that tiny thing of a nose,” his old grandmother Perry Analise commented when he described Clarity's beauty. “She must get terrible grades and only hang out with bad people.”
“No, grandma Perry,” Cole shook his head earnestly. “She's a perfect runner.”
“Really.” His grandma raised her eyebrows.
“Yes, she leads the class in every race,” Cole nodded. “First place, first place, first place, first place in the School's Olympics. She can do cartwheels and backflips and jumps.”
Grandma Perry tried to find a flaw. “Well, she must be dumb, at least.”
“Her grades are better than mine,” Cole responded. “All A-pluses, and she has a 4.0 GPA.”

My Second word war:
With: @MouseLoverr
Prompt: I close my hands and open them but something was there that wasn't before
Time: 5 minuets


I close my hands and open them but something was there that wasn't there before. A leaf is sitting in my hand, a big leaf. It is red and green. A dead leaf. I think it has fallen off a tree, it is autumn after all. I stare at the leaf. It is quite pretty, I like it. I’m surprised it landed in my hand but I guess it’s just luck. I begin to walk and put the leaf in my pocket. Yup it will probably get crushes but there is already a bunch of * in there and this might be the final straw that makes me clean it up. Mum will be happy about that. Maybe not before I clean up but certainly after. Anyway i wasn’t going home yet i was walking to a café to meet some school friends who i haven't seen for a few weeks. We were on a break and I had to go on a holiday so I couldn't have seen them if I wanted to. Now feels like a great time to catch up though and I am really happy to see them. I arrive shortly and take a seat, the leaf still in my pocket and the first to arrive. It doesn't take long before the other girls are giggling and ordering coffee right beside me though (i get a cookie and a hot chocolate). But I am happy and this is how I want life to be.

248 words

Word war: I pull my hood further over my head, wishing I could disappear in this crowd of hundreds of dragons. We all stand in robotic lines, looking like statues in front of the raised wooden platform the leaders are standing on, composed and similarly statue-like. Leader Mellivora takes a deep shaky breath, she looks sorrowful and hurt… She never looks like that honestly she never shows much emotion at all.

“Dragons of all wings,” She starts. Her pearl white bristly sail, showing she’s in the Lion Wing – The head wing, and the only wing allowed to be leader. – Glows fiery under the harsh savannah sun. “this meeting is not a regular meeting. We have been hearing… rumors of rebellion.” Mellivora spits the last words painfully, like they had burnt her tongue. The dictators are as stoic and robotic as ever, yet I can see the betrayed glint in their sharp eyes.

Some part of me deep down feels a pulse of sympathy for the leaders. I know it must be hard for them, leading a group in the dry barren savannah, with little to no resources. Still, I know if i was them, I’d treat my citizens better. I’d treat them like dragons, not like servants. I wouldn’t divide us into Wings, or at least not because of our stupid ancestors. I didn’t get to choose who I was descended from, why should

~Random Poetry I guess because I'm bored~

Pretty Country Inn
Out on the road
Held by the most competent judges
The most pleasant on that road
Is very pretty and plump
But is also absurdly shy
Her shyness causes trances
And people fall for her
The self-possessed girl could frighten them to fits
Everyone felt this blow
Because it was so powerful and strong
She was a propper contempt to cowards
And despite it all, still shy

My vulnerable years happened
When I felt like criticizing someone
In consequence
I’m made the victim

Abnormal mindsets detect itself
In perfectly normal people
Then I was accused of grief,
Because I was privy to secrets

Reserving judgements is a matter
Of infinite hope
But I’m still worried about missing something,
If I forget about it all….

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Word Count: 129
~Thanks for reading||Back to contents~

Celes's Swc March 2022 Daily #7
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Im just gonna use the character I used for the script thing in the weekly because why not. (589 words in all)

What is your character's biggest fear?
(113 Words)
Her biggest fear is losing her family. Not like I killed them off in my script or anything because why not. Her family it legit the only thing she cares about. She would do literally anything for them including you know going to blow up about 50,00 people give or take. She has an extremely strong bond to her family and she works for a horrible person just to provide for them. Closest to her is her younger sister whom she would die if she lost. Not like she did or anything. Losing them would (and did) pain her deeply and she would go to any length to avenge them (which she did.)

If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success etc.) in exchange of betraying a friend, would they do it?
(171 Words)
Her greatest desire is wealth, not for herself, but for her family. She and her family have always had very little money especially since her father died. She worked for her awful boss just to get a small amount of money for her family (only enough for them to barely survive.) She would betray literally anyone (other than her family of course) to get this. To her nothing is more important to her family, not honesty, not love, not loyalty. That's one reason she tried to not make close bonds with many people because she knew that with who she was working for, chances were she would have to betray or her pay would be cut off and her family would starve. If her and her family could become wealthy they could move far away from her horrible boss and be able to live together happy as a family. Maybe then she could stop worrying about breaking peoples trust and having to do things that slowly broke her to do.

What kinds of music would your character like? What types of clothing?
(189 Words)
I think my character would like both rock and classical music. She often of course would feel depressed or sad. I think feel like she would be one of those people (totally not me being one of those people) to listen to sad music when they're sad to make themselves even sadder. A lot of classical songs have a little bit of a sad or lonely vibe to them. I also think she would like listening to rock music. She has a lot of anger bottle up inside her and rock music is a great way to let anger out (or at least I think so, I hope that's not just me.) I think she would wear very neutral dark colored clothing. I mean she's certainly not one for bright colors. I imagine her to wear clothing good for horseback riding and long as maybe a cloak. I think when she's with her family since that's one of the only times in her life when she's enjoying things she might wear something more casual with maybe even a little bit of color, (but still certainly something extremely bright colored.)

What is your character's greatest weakness?
(116 Words)
I think that her greatest weakness is once again, related to her family. She can be bribed into doing literally anything if her family is used as leverage. Once you discover her greatest weakness (which her boss most certainly did.) You can get her to do pretty much anything no matter how willing she is. I think a lot of the times she also knows that whatever she is doing is wrong (or like almost all of the time.) She defiantly lives for her family more than she lives for herself. Like a lot of “villains” they only do bad things for something really close and important to them. (unless your name is palatine of course.)

word war with @abbieb1266
word count:186
status: won

There one was a cat on the sidewalk. This cat was a strange cat. It was bright blue with neon great stripes, and it had glowing violet eyes that reminded someone of glowing violets. Once upon a time, this cat was taking a nice stroll down a cobblestone sidewalk, because what else are cat’s supposed to do duing their free time? But this was not a normal cat walk, for this cat’s life would be changed forever after this walk.

Let;s call the cat Bob, since names are nice. Let’s make it a bobcat too. Bob the bobcat was taking a nice stroll down a yellow cobblestone sidewalk at 3:33 in the afternoon when he tripped and fell flat on his face. How painful.

Sitting back up, he looked at the sidewalk to see what he had tripped on. It was a coin. It was a shiny, violet coin, just like his shiny, violet, eyes. Naturally, Bob the bobcat was intrigued by this. He then decided to pick up the coin, which was probably not a good idea.

When he picked up the coin

March 7th Daily ~
970 words
TW, Brief mention of @bu$e))

I answered the questions: “What is your character's biggest fear?”, “What does your character value most in a friend?”, “What is your character's biggest weakness?”, “If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success, etc.) in exchange for betraying a friend, would they do it?” And I used my Newsies Fanfiction character, Piper Kelly

“What is your character's biggest fear?”
This is something that I have actually touched on in my character's story. I’ve written a book and half with her as of right now, and in the first book this is actually something that I included when I was working on a filler chapter.
Piper’s biggest fear is being alone; that she’ll be left without anybody that cares about her. This fear comes from her childhood, her horrible childhood. Her father abandoned her and her older brother when she was very young, seven years old, and after that she lived on the street until she was nine. Soon after she turned nine, she was taken to the refuge, where she was @bu$ed for many years. Up until the point where she became a newsie, she had virtually nobody that she could rely on, except for her brother. And at one point, she doubted even that when the two were separated and she was made to believe her brother had abandoned her, and even though it turned out to be untrue, it gave her trust issues that she still struggles with. This fear makes it very hard for her to warm up to new people, and when she does get close, there’s always a little voice in the back of her head wondering if they’re going to leave her too.
(221 words)

“What does your character value most in a friend?”
It’s really hard to narrow it down to just one thing that Piper would really value in her friends, so I’m going to put down two that I think are equally important to her. Compassion is the first, and the second is open mindedness, I’m going to break them down one at a time. The first is compassion, and honestly I think that would be extremely important to her because of her past and the way she was treated when she was younger. I feel like she would hate to have a friend who wasn’t compassionate and understanding of what other people may be going through, because that is something that she is constantly aware of. The second thing she values is open mindedness, and I put this because of her overall character. Her story is set in the early 1900’s, around the turn of the century, and she doesn’t fit in with societal norms very much. She’s a female newsie, and she h@tes wearing dresses and skirts or anything else feminene (She’s straight, she just doesn’t like that kind of stuff as she grew up wearing “boys” clothes to conceal herself from suspicion) and so her friends have to be aware of that, and okay with that obviously. So, in short, compassion and open mindedness are extremely important things that Piper values in her friends.
(227 words)

“What is your character’s biggest weakness?”
Honestly, I would probably say that Piper’s biggest weakness is her unwillingness to ask for help. She tries to be extremely self-reliant and she h@tes having to ask other people for help with anything, even something small, so when she needs help with something big it’s even worse. This also ties in with the first question about her fear, because she also feels that if she seems “needy” to the people that she cares about, and who care about her, that they might abandon her, which she’s terrified of. This leads to a lot of problems, especially in the second book of hers that I am in the process of writing, because she’s in a bad place mentally due to very traumatic events happening, but she won’t admit to anybody that she really needs to talk and rely on them because she h@tes asking for any kind of help. While Piper doesn’t necessarily see this as a problem or a weakness, other people around her are starting to make her see that it’s okay if she needs to ask for help, especially where things like her mental health are concerned. So, in the coming books and chapters I think this is something that Piper will continue to work on, and while she may never fully resolve this, she will definitely take some steps in the right direction.
(229 words)

“If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success, etc.) in exchange for betraying a friend, would they do it?”
In short, the answer is no. Piper would never betray her friends for anything, she’s had too much betrayal and hurt in her own life to ever do that to another person on purpose. So even if there was a way for her to get the thing that she wants most in the world (A side note, I think that would probably be security for herself and her family) and to get it she had to betray a friend of hers, any of them, she would refuse immediately. She has no desire to betray a friend for anything, again because of the way she was treated as a young girl. People betrayed her and let her down many many times, including her brother in her first book (Don’t ask me to explain why, I’ll give you the brief explanation that her brother was bl@ckma!led into doing it) and it hurt her and affected her for a long time afterwards. She would never wish that on anybody else, or do it to anybody else, no matter what she was offered to do it. The only way you could possibly make her do it, was threatening her that her friends and family would be hurt if she didn’t. Other than that, no. Her deepest desire would not persuade her to ever betray her friends in any way, shape, or form.
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Rosemary

“What is the one thing that makes your character tick?”
The one thing that makes Rosemary tick is when people mock her about her life. She's been through so much that people like to tease her. They tease her about not being good enough to have a family, and about how she's practically scared of herself, of her abilities. She has reasons for all of her fears, whether they be big or small. The kids that are getting adopted in foster care tell new kids that got put in foster care about her past, her present, and her hopeful future. They like to say she'll never get a family. She hates it when they do this.


“If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success, etc.) in exchange for betraying a friend, would they do it?”
No, she would not. This is for two reasons. Reason one is Rosemary has been lied to and has been wanting more and more and more for as long as she can remember, and that's because she's had nothing for as long as she can remember. But she learned recently that it's not about what things you have, but who you have to help you through the problems that will come to you. Therefore, friendship is her deepest desire, which is reason two, because she believes there is nothing better than having someone you can trust to help you through life.


“What does your character value most in a friend?”
Rosemary values honesty most in a friend. She thinks that the worst crime anyone can commit is being dishonest. Dishonest people are who she got adopted by when she was nine, they said they would take care of her until their dying day, but they lied. They set her up in the basement with spiders, webs, dust, and mice. She asked if she could have a better room because there was a luxurious extra, but they didn't give it to her. They didn't even give her a week before they sent her back to foster care. She never wants to be reminded of the terrible people that helped make her miserable.

“What is your character's greatest weakness?"
Rosemary's greatest weakness is seeing her old adoptive parents. This is because they practically ruined her future, and her life at the time. They told her they would be with her until their dying day. They were with her for barely a week before sending her back to the foster care they got her from. They were cruel to her, although they acted nice to her in front of other people, or out in public. They would send her to her room, she would sleep with rats and mice. They told her they wouldn't send her back if she cleaned and didn't go to school and learn. She would k!ll not to see them.

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3/7/22

Character: Jihn Isla

“What is your character's biggest fear?”
Not being able to help someone. Jihn is scared she won't have the power to save a loved one. She is terrified that if she doesn't stop every bad thing from happening she is the reason it happened. She is scared that if she makes that one mistake, all of her friends will abandon her. She is scared of what people think of her. Jihn lives in the constant fear of her inability to become a hero. Her good deeds would be mistaken for mistakes. She is always striving to be a good person and a good friend but sometimes gets confused if what she is doing is right or wrong. (111)

“What is the one thing that makes your character tick?”
The striving to be a good person. The hope is that there is light at the end of the tunnel. The belief that time can heal things and that she can move on, and help other people who struggled like her. She wants to be someone that people look up to. Someone people can admire. She wants so bad to see her best friend be happy again after a traumatic event and she wants everyone to be happy, regardless of its possibilities. Many wonderful examples of a hero were set before her and she wants to be like them to someone else. (102)

“What is one life-changing event your character has experienced? How has it changed them?”
Her best friend betrayed her. Putting so many of the insecurities into her head. Those of that she cannot be a hero because of her faults and that people could never look up to her. All of the battles Jihn had gone through taught her that life is not permanent and that it all fades away eventually. And at her friend's death, Jihn begged her to reconsider her choices, what she did, and her friend told her she wasn't sorry for all of the harm she caused, and that she was happy she did all of that because she felt it was her calling. That tore her to pieces and she realized, though some things are not black and white, good and evil were. (124)

“What is your character's greatest weakness?”
Jihn's greatest weakness would be her selfishness. Although she wants to help people, sometimes she only wants to help herself. Sometimes if it came between her friend and her, she would choose herself over the other. She knows her weakness as well. She is confident and sometimes her pride and ego get in the way of her mission, sidetracking her and sometimes putting others in peril. Another thing is she likes carrying her own weight. If someone offers her help she would not take it due to her pride and she would try and do everything by herself. She refuses to ask for any help and often suffers alone. (109)

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Question 1: “What is one life-changing event your character has experienced? How has it changed them?”
A life changing experience for leafshine would probably be the big journey she made when she went to the lake. She learned a lot about outsiders and out of clan life, and just a little independence. She was surrounded by friends (Silverheart, her sister) and formed bonds in the outside world. Cloud(paw) even rants about how dumb and unaccepting the clans are in an early chapter. Although the story is very loosely planned, I'd think that this is far over her falling in love, because that is a long process that takes so much time, and this is more of a week to two week journey.

Question 2: “How would your character solve the trolley problem?”
Leafshine has no superpowers to save all 5 people without being hurt herself, so I'm sure in the end she would choose to save them over herself. It's like all of my other shallow characters in that series. Stereotypical brave and fearless, not a care in the world and they do make me cringe. But yes, I'm sure most of the characters in that annoying book old me wrote would sacrifice their life for a few strangers. What if those strangers were horrible people? Leafshine would probably still do it, not that she has any way to know if they're good or not.

Question 3: “What does your character value most in a friend?”
Leafshine values friendship a lot, most loyalty and kindness. She sometimes needs someone to just hang out with, someone who matches her energy, rather than contrasts it. It has changed over time though, previously when she was an apprentice, her sister, Silverpaw was more adventurous, and she blended into that personality as well. As she settled down, she lost some of those young spirited ideas to time. Of course, she still is friends with Silverpaw, because they have formed such a big bond that can't be broken. Imagine Leafshine's friendship as a rope. The stronger her bond gets, the thicker the rope is.

Question 4: “What kinds of music would your character like? What types of clothing?”
If Leafshine was a human (no, i'm not a furry, this was a warrior cats fanfic) she would probably listen to classical music or lofi. I always associate her with soft, woody colors. Like browns, greens, and sometimes blues, usually muted. I'd say she would have an aesthetic clothing style, overalls and sweaters and occasionally dresses. She would dress almost like myself, if I had a bigger closet. She's like the most cottagecore person/cat in the world. But less of the reds and more of the blues because she's a part of lakeclan (lore lore lore). Again, she is kinda based off myself, just more bland. Goodbye I am so done with this character.

Daily for 3-7-22
What is one life-changing event your character has experienced? How has it changed them?
Mira’s mother died while he was being tortured by the lord’s right-hand man, after the death of Lyrin a girl he was imprisoned with. This is at the beginning of the story, and it sets up a lot of emotional trauma that Mira will have to deal with for the rest of his life. At fourteen years old, he is left with no one to rely on, and is put through extensive torture that he barely survives, and then has to cope with losing his only remaining family member, as well as the guilt of failing someone who had been depending on him, even if, in reality, he could have done nothing to change their deaths.
If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success etc.) in exchange for betraying a friend, would they do it?
No. Mira has lost everyone he was close to, and the only friend he has gained is an intelligent seven year old boy named Lein, who he quickly comes to care about more than anyone else. He would never betray Lein, and he would do anything to guarantee Lein’s safety. Mira would never have everything he wants without Lein, and he finds himself feeling immensely guilty so easily that betraying Lein would probably destroy him. He is also extremely loyal and protective, so the idea of going against his relationship with anyone would be something he wouldn’t even consider doing, even if it meant getting something that would make his life better.
What is your character's biggest fear?
Mira’s greatest fear is losing another person he cares about, particularly Lein. In the story, Lein is put in life-threatening situations multiple times, and Mira always struggles with intense guilt and self-hatred when Lein is in danger. He loves Lein and protects him fiercely, and if Lein were to die, Mira would probably make an extreme decision based on revenge, such as tracking down whomever is responsible or recklessly attacking his nemesis, or take his own life. If, by chance, he were to survive an encounter with the Wolf, Mira would take no joy in his victory, and his guilt about surviving the battle would probably drive him into recklessly killing himself. Losing Lein is his greatest fear, because he know that it would destroy him.
What is your character's greatest weakness?
His guilt. He feels responsible for everyone he loves, and when something bad happens, he can’t think of anything but how it could have been prevented. When Lyrin was killed, he felt like it was his fault because he should have protected her. When Lein is injured, then almost dies because of the poison, Mira believes that it is his fault for not protecting him. He is haunted by guilt over all the deaths he’s witnessed, even if there was nothing he could do, and is constantly fighting being dragged under by depression. This is another reason that he is extremely defensive of those he loves.

I feel bad for Mira. I've really given him some serious problems, then dragged him through too much for any normal person to competently handle. He's only fourteen…

Daily, March 7th
Here are some questions about your character to consider! Answer at least 4 of them in 100 words each to earn 600 points

“What is one life-changing event your character has experienced? How has it changed them?” (116 words)
Probably his sister's illness. It changed the entire dynamic of the family and the roles within it, since they soon found themselves struggling to afford the medicine. Every little bit of money goes toward the medicine so home life changed from a comfortable way of living, with monthly family picnics on the nearby island to barley making ends meet and hardly able to afford treatment. Richie had to grow up a lot faster to help his family out, and even though they're not in the stereotypical position of being in danger of being evicted (they do, after all, own the house they live in) and the like, it has taken a toll on his general life.

“If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success etc.) in exchange of betraying a friend, would they do it?” (143 words)
Well, his deepest desire…I feel like he has few of those. He wants his sister to fully recover. He wants to stop having to work for someone who treats him in such a horrible way. He wants to take his mother out to the island they used to have family picnics on. There's not really a single word to describe all of those things, at least not one that would sum them up properly. Would he betray a friend in order to get what he wants, though? I don't think so. If somehow, it were possible, I think he'd be too conflicted to actually make a decision. Even then, that would be more on the basis of having those deepest desires granted, rather than on a basis of ‘I would immediately sacrifice my friends to get this’. Basically, the answer is no.

“What is your character's greatest weakness?” (198 words)
This is arguably probably a greatest strength as well, but here I see at as both simultaneously. Definitely his willingness to endure. Which, on the one hand, is your stereotypical ‘I won’t give up, I can't give up' kinda attitude, but it starts to gain meaning when you add the ‘because’ to it. ‘Because my family needs me’. ‘Because my sister will die if I do’. ‘Because I will never be able to forgive myself if I let them down’. ‘Because, no matter what, I have to endure this for their sake’. That's where the problems start. At the end of the day, there's always going to be some kind of limit. They say ‘the sky’s the limit', but that in itself is presenting a different limit, isn't it? In the end, you can only go so far without giving yourself a little time and space. Richie, I think, is so focused on enduring through everything, on staying strong in the tough times, that he doesn't realise that it's the same thing that's causing the strength to slip through his fingers. In this case, the willingness and ability to endure is, if you will, a double edged sword.

“What kinds of music would your character like? What types of clothing?” (117 words)
In regards to music, probably sounds. Not like ASMR. Like the sound of the ocean, or the sound of the wind. All the sounds that were a prominent part of his childhood and that, though he tends to hear them often, are tied so many good memories that they outweigh the bad ones. The kinds of sounds that take you back to a certain moment in time and just makes you feel calm. Then clothes. Meh. Probably hand-me-downs or a any old clothes he can find. Especially on days when he's working which, to be honest, is going to be most days anyway. I get the sense that I stopped mattering as much quite some time ago.

Daily for March 7th

Q. What is your character's biggest fear?
A. Katie has always feared that things will be expected of her that she cannot do. She has actually avoided getting good scores in tests. She has side feelings about her fear, because if she gets bad scores on tests then it will seem like she’s a dumb kid. Katie has normal fears (bugs, shots, the dark, ect.), but another of her stronger fears are nightmares. Katie has more nightmares than an average kid. When learning about her dad (Question 2), she has a strange feeling it has something to do with that. Because of this, Katie is sometimes reluctant to go to sleep.

Q. What is one life changing event that your character has experienced? How has it changed them?
A. Finding out her dad was not from this planet. After a trip to a doctors office, the doctor said she had strange genes. When they left, her mom first didn’t want to talk about it, but she finally admitted that her dad was from a different planet. Katie wondered about her dad all the time before, but she never expected that he was from a different planet! Katie sometimes wonders if the doctor knew about her dad, and that was why he seemed more panicked, not surprised. Katie had a feeling in her bones that her life was going to change after that.

Q. If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success etc.) in exchange for betraying a friend, would they do it?
A. No. Katie is loyal to her friends and family. She always tried to be patient with everyone she met. And yeah, she has her desires, but she would never betray someone for a desire. Katie has her closest bond with her mother, who she always tried to be patient and helpful to her. Katie doesn't have any close friends, but is always as kind and nice as possible when talking to someone, unless she knew he or she was mean. Katie tries to stand up for people if they are being picked on, and I doubt she would betray anybody.

Q. What kinds of music would your character like? What types of clothes?
A. Katie would like Taylor Swift, BTS, and Sia music. She likes the vibes of both the songs and their transitions. Specific songs she likes are Shake it Off, Alive, and Butter. Katie prefers t-shirts, but will wear a dress occasionally. Colors that she likes are yellow, light blue, and green t-shirts. Dresses are preferably dark blue, lavender, and mint. Pants are black, gray, navy blue, and an occasional cream. Katie likes patterns on her dresses and t-shirts, and maybe even a simple one on pants. She usually wears a light blue headband, but on special occasions, wears a black one with flowers on it.

Finally…
Q. What is your character's biggest weakness?
A. Katie has normal weaknesses, like not good at getting friends, or being bad at subjects. But a bigger problem is probably stress. If Katie gets stressed out, then her brain will usually make the situation worse in her head, and she starts talking more sharply. Katie tries to keep control of her stress, but for her, it’s as hard as walking around with a glass filled to the brim, trying not to make it spill. Katie has gotten better at withholding stress, but it still gets to her from time to time. This stress makes it harder during tests or other stressful moments.

March 7, 2022
Character by @IAreQuestionMark: Momo
Word Count: 401
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“What is your character's biggest fear?” Surprisingly, on the outside, Momo does not look like she has any fear at all. She's strong, confident, capable, an A+ student, the teacher's pet, you name it. However, if you were to look straight into her heart, you would see that she's got anxiety. Lots and lots of anxiety. The anxiety to be perfect, to have straight As in class, the anxiety to be confident. And what she fears most: failure. She is too perfect, she’s got perfect hair, perfect face, perfect beauty, and because of this need to be perfect, her biggest fear is failure. That, and the fear of losing everyone close by.

“What is the one thing that makes your character tick?” Tick is Momo’s middle name. Okay okay, I was kidding, but if Alex were to refer to her, they would probably say she’s a ticking bomb always about to explode with words. Perhaps this was not the tick that you were referring to, but I guess this is how to best describe her. According to Dave and Maya though, she is a literal tick, the bugs that pinch you and annoy you and bite you and is hard to get rid of. Fine, to answer your question, what makes her “tick” is she’s overly confident.

“How would your character solve the trolley problem?” Oh, the trolly problem? Of course she would save them! She’s got a big heart and strives for world peace. Oh, and her brother was once in a similar trolley problem… but that’s a different story.

“If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success etc.) in exchange of betraying a friend, would they do it?” Nope. Not at all, especially her best friend Alex. What she fears most is losing those close to her, remember? Don’t tell me you forgot already…

“What kinds of music would your character like? What types of clothing?” Hmm, for music? Momo likes k-pop, especially BlackPink. She would often rattle to Alex about the newest k-pop songs and how they are all teensy weensy compared to BlackPink. As for clothing, she absolutely LOVES fur jackets, blouses, and jeans that make her look good. Oh, what skinny legs she’s got too! Aside from those, she also prefers pink and black styled outfits. Her absolute favorite outfit is a simple but fashionable blue blouse, some skinny jet black jeans, and a super tiny pink purse. Yup, a fan of BlackPink, and she lives up to it too. She would also wear her “inky, wavy, silky black hair” down to match her style. I belive Alex once told me she even wore pink socks with black sneakers before. I wonder how she even gets the money for such outfits.

Author's note: Welp I know I kinda mixed two questions into 100 words instead of 100 words each, I was running out of ideas :')

I also wrote all of this in 20 minutes LOL. Preparation for word wars, y'know?

Thanks for reading! ^^

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==========March 7, Daily===========
‘Write about one of your characters’

My character is Sara, a character I have used in the past in a short story :3

If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success etc.) in exchange for betraying a friend, would they do it?
Possibly. Sara’s deepest desire would be a happy family that loved each other, and everyone would be alive and healthy. She has close friends, and would not give them up for her friends. Her friends have been the only way for her to be able to cope through her hard childhood, and betrayal of a friend would appall her, though if she was really depressed at a certain time, she might accept the decision. Overall, in her right mind, she would never accept this offer. As a child, her mother died in a car crash, and her father was always distant.

What does your character value most in a friend?
Sara appreciates a good honest friend, and there are a few qualities that she would value the most, one of these being loyalty. She benefits from the support of people around her, and enjoys company. Another value she also values greatly is strength, not physically but mentally. She appreciates when people are mentally strong, like making the best of every situation, or being able to handle hard things. Her best friend, Emily, is a great optimist, go figure. Out of these 2, I think she appreciates loyalty more.

What is one life-changing event your character has experienced? How has it changed them?
One event that has really changed Sara is when her mom died in a crash. She was young, around 7-8 years old, and it really affected her. To this day, she still has nightmares when she is particularly worried about something. How has this changed her? Her dad worked long hours, and she had to learn to take care of herself. She became more quiet, and stopped talking to people as much. She quit talking to her old friend group too. The thing her childhood shaped the most is her personality. She is a pretty quiet person, but for anyone who she becomes close to, they realize she has a fun personality and see who she truly is.

What is your character's biggest fear?
Judging by all the other things shared, it is easy to say Sara is the most scared of losing her friends. She already lost most family connections, and friends really kept her going. In more detail, she is scared her friends will all abandon her, one by one, and slowly, she will be all alone, with no one to help her. This is her greatest fear because since childhood, she has been seeking people out that she can relate with and that click with her. If she wasn’t able to make any friends, she would have no way to cope with anything life had thrown/threw at her.

3.7.2022 - daily 7

Heyo! Here's my daily for March 7th, I'm answering 4 questions about my character, Samantha, from Top Secret, a story I'm writing.

Daily for Contemporary:

“What is your character's biggest fear?”
Probably embarrassment and humiliation. Samantha is your typical “popular” girl that loves makeup, gossip, popularity, all of that. She's really spoiled and always gets what she wants. If she got humiliated or there was a rumor spreading around about her, she would become upset immediately. She can be a bully if you're not too careful. She doesn't want her reputation ruined. That's why she's so careful about being clumsy, although she really is often. She hides it when she falls, and is honestly really insecure about herself. She wants to fit in with everyone else, and she knows she has the tools to do it. A conflict is created when she doesn't have those tools anymore. In my story, Samantha and her sister Selena are being kidnapped so basically they run away to a place that's different for them. No mansion, no precious items, no parents. Samantha must face the humiliation of having absolutely nothing except her surroundings and her sister. (161 words)

“If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success etc.) in exchange of betraying a friend, would they do it?”
This depends on her friend. Who her friend is, what their personality is, and so on. If Samantha's friend didn't really have that much of a close relationship with her, she might betray them. Samantha is a really proud person and is kinda self-centered. Even though at the end of the story she does learn to be more kind to others and try to view other people's feelings, she will still be blinded by the fact that she could receive her deepest desire. But if her friend had a long history with her, and is like her “best” friend, maybe Samantha won't take the risk. It really depends, since Samantha is pretty unpredictable. (113 words)

“What does your character value most in a friend?”
This depends on when in the story this question is asked. In the beginning of the story, of course, Samantha is a rude, spoiled girl that only sees the outside of people. If this question was considered at that time, she would probably value appearance, wealth, and popularity in a friend. Samantha is surrounded by many people because of her status in school, but they may not be true friends. Popularity isn't always a good thing. But if this question was considered at the end of the book, Samantha would value kindness. That's it. Kindness. Well, kindness and the person's attitude. Samantha would love a friend that could share her feelings and actually care about her. (116 words)

“What is your character's greatest weakness?”
Samantha's greatest weakness is probably that she cares way too much about appearance and popularity. She just wants to fit in so much that she doesn't see the insides of people, or the inside of herself, if that makes sense. She's mean ‘cause others are mean. She wants to be pretty because others also want to be pretty. She wants to fit in with everyone popular. Even though it may mean bullying someone else, or forcing her parents to buy something. And Samantha hides all that, she hides all her secrets and inner desires. She just pretends she’s like everyone else. In the end though, she learns to be unique, and be different. I feel like that will be better for her. (122 words)

(total: 512 words)

Her worst fear. Fire. Smoke rose from the scrap bucket as it burned the scraps to a crisp. Her best friend, Sara, tried to stifle the flames with a few others and Mr. Bernstien, but the fire was overwhelming them too quickly.
“Fire- fire,” she screamed to the others, in Yiddish, English and Italian, just as smoke filled her lungs. The fire leapt, dancing from hanging fabric to another. Ida was pushed along with the rest of the girls, her throat dry from screaming. The heat from the 9th floor was unbearingly hot, and multiple girls leapt to the ground, shaking embers off their skirts.
“Sara…” she choked out. She knew her friend was still beating out the flames, the goodhearted friend she was. It was one of the best values in her friend, she knew, and Sara would take her life for her friends, but she couldn't bear losing her best friend. Swimming though the crowd, she tried to find Ida, but it was no use. Tripping over the rest of the girls would only slow them all down. She saw a frightened girl, 13, she presumed, packing her little belongings she had.
“No, leave it! Run!” she shouted to the girl. She would not know it, but the girl was one of the first to die, young as she was, from jumping.
Smoke and bad air was Ida's weakness. Asthma ran in her blood, and the treatment was too expensive for her family- that was the reason she took this job, to support her family and herself. The smoke was quickly overcoming her, but she managed to find the strength to get to the roof, along with only a dozen other girls- and- oh! they were a sight, burned faces and clothing. But time was not meant to be wasted, and they climbed to a nearby roof, scathed for the rest of their lives.
Her greatest fear had almost left her dead, but she survived. The great Triangle Factory fire left 146 dead in 35 minutes, and she felt proud to be a survivor- or she would, if Sara had made it out. Sara was her best friend, and died for a valient cause. Truthfully, though, Ida was sad. Sara wouldn't want her to be, true, but she couldn't help feeling sad anyway.


Part 1 of weekly:
Me: In a California forest, fire rages, spreading across acres of land, destroying hundreds of crops and houses- and eventually, people's lives. (sorry if it's too morbid)
Partner: (it's okay) Kristy coughs, smoke filling her lungs. “Mom! The fire blanket!” she cries in despair. “I can't find it!” her mom shouts. “No,” Kristy whispers, attempting to find the strength to crawl to the door.
Me: (mk) “Where are you?!” screams Kristy. Her mom was across the house, too far for her to go back, too little time.
I ran out of screen time, but I wrote 300 words in total in the thread, I'll post the rest later-

3/7 Daily | 483 Words

“What is your character's biggest fear?”
Lexi is basically the character who manages to get through her life with pure luck. She always had the fear of getting caught faking everything and everyone being disappointed in her, but it became VERY BAD once she ended up meeting friends who were very supportive of her, and thought she was doing everything just fine. There’s a point in the story where she has to use her powers to save someone who admires her a ton, and she has to deal with her fear of disappointing others while also suffering the consequences of it. After that and some other events, she managed to get it better under control.

“If your character could receive their deepest desire (wealth, health, love, success etc.) in exchange of betraying a friend, would they do it?”
No. And it would be EXTREMELY convenient for her to, since there’s a friend she has who’s technically illegal in the country but hasn’t been ratted out yet. Like before, I already mentioned that her greatest fear is disappointing others, and betraying said friend would fix pretty much all her problems with getting a good job going forward. It also causes a pretty big conflict between her and her brother. I’m not sure how much I can go into this because of spoilers, but her brother also has a pretty similar reason to betray this girl, and he’s almost forced to do it to keep others safe. He’s also part of the group that wants to betray the girl, not by choice but also…. He is still part of the group.

“What is the one thing that makes your character tick?”
Liars, who lie only for the sake of it. She has spent her entire life lying and waiting for the consequences to finally hit her, so it angers her to no end when people do it for fun. There’s a girl in one of her classes who lies all the time about not finishing homework or doing something impressive and she HATES her for it. Naturally, she hates her back, because both of them are liars, so why is Lexi hating on this girl for being a liar when she’s also a liar. She also has a brother, and, siblings being siblings, they lie to each other about things a lot. She still loves her brother, but she also hates him for it.

“What does your character value most in a friend?”
Someone who’ll stick by her no matter what, and support her through anything. After her friends figured out that she was lying about everything, they didn’t leave her because they understood where she was coming from, and it was the main thing that helped her develop as a character moving forward. She fell in love with one of her friends, the girl who she could betray, because she had met through Lexi showing off a cool magic trick, and after revealing that she wasn’t as impressive as she was, she still supported her. I think it’s also very important to mention that said girl was VERY powerful, so she could’ve very easily judged her, but she didn’t.

Here is a word war I did (I lost lol) It started out with:
53 WORDS
But I grew it into this which is:
122 WORDS

PROMPT: She grimaced, crashing down the the stone floor. (Made by me-)
Other person who is cool and won: @Spire-

She grimaced, crashing down to the stone floor, feeling small cuts arrive on her feet. Furrowing her eyebrows she looked up, noticing the shadow before her, a mere reflection of herself, darkened by thy. Why did thy do this. Why why why. She scrunched her face, the anger getting to her tanned face. She twisted her head, seeing the people, thy, thy were the ones who had captured so many, humored so many, and most importantly, inked so many. They left me alone in my empty sleepy house that day, the day that cost her, and now they would pay, no matter the ink that she spilled or even if she, herself was inked, inked and poisoned by the wickedness from thy.