a word war with @charliesunset - 5 minutes!

I lost TvT good game though!

Once upon a time, there was a princess that lived in a castle. She was alone, with no one else living with her except for a mouse. This mouse was unknown to everyone else that lived in the town, so they just thought that the princess lived by herself. However, the mouse was magical. It was able to shape-shift into anything it wanted. Its original form, of course, was a mouse though. The mouse could talk and speak at its will. Let's just call this mouse Caramel for now. The princess, Princess Theresa, was a fragile little girl. She was in her teenage years and was very soft-spoken. She didn't speak to anyone except for Caramel. Princess Theresa, one day, disappeared. It was quite surprising to all the villagers in the town because the princess didn't leave a trace. Did she run away? Did someone capture her? But no one cared. Why? Because all of the people in the town were either princes or princes living by themselves in castles, and the mouse was a witch that made princes and princesses disappear, one by one. The mouse's real name was Queen Serene, but she became a witch after a series of events… which are not to be told.

(208 words)

Unfinished Story for 3/8 story
It's a Newsies fanfic, very cringy from 2020, please don't judge me!

“Will you just. Shut UP!” Piper screamed, The boys had been teasing her about how long she was letting her hair get and the way she kept putting it up in “girly” styles.
“Aw come on Piper,” Mush started “We’re just teasin.” Piper glared at him for a second and then her face seemed to fall then she muttered
“Right, ‘just… just teasin’” Then she looked around for a moment before she sat down on her bunk pulling her hair out of the bun she had it in. After that she stood up, turned, and walked into her room. Race looked towards the door as she slammed it closed. Why was she getting so upset? They were just teasing, weren’t they? It wasn’t like they meant any of what they said.
…
Piper was sitting on her bunk and she was flipping through a book and Race came up behind her and looked over her shoulder. He laughed when he saw what was in it. It was a bunch of pictures of a young woman (Maybe in her early 20s) dressed up in fancy lace dresses. Sometimes with flowers in her hair or sometimes with a tiara on.
“Who on Earth is that?” He laughed
“Oh!” Piper spun to face him, her face flushing. “Um… It’s uh…” She trailed off
“C’mon what’s ‘er name?” Race urged, he waved over some of the other boys and Piper’s face grew even redder. But she continued
“Well… her name’s Adelina Patti… And she’s… Well, she’s a singer. A real famous one.”
“So ya lookin at pictures o’ some girly singer?” Blink grinned
“She’s not girly.” Piper retorted
“Uh… Piper,” Mush laughed “She’s wearin a tiara. I’m pretty sure she’s a total girly girl.”
“Yeah, why’re ya looking at pictures of ‘er? Tryin to be like ‘er?”
“No!” Piper exclaimed “Shut up okay!”
“Aww, little goils embarrassed?”
“I ain’t a little goil!”
“Sure ya are.” In response, Piper stood up and pushed past the boys towards her room screaming
“No! I! Ain’t!” Then she slammed the door behind her. The boys all stared in her direction for a moment before slowly going back to whatever they’d been doing.
Race looked towards the room and after a moment he decided to go and check on her. He walked towards her room and then he gently knocked on the door. When she didn’t answer, he opened it just a bit. When he did, he immediately felt horrible.
Piper was sitting on her bed with her back to the door and she had the book with Adelina Patti’s pictures open in her hands. She looked at it for a moment, then she ripped out one of the pictures, balled it up and threw it to the other side of the room. Then she dropped the book and placed her head in her hands. Race walked into the room and closed the door behind him, then he stood in the doorway and watched for another moment, trying to figure out what was wrong with Piper.
After a minute or so, she looked up and then she reached behind her head and brought her hair to the front of her shoulder. She looked at it for a moment then she sighed and pulled it into a ponytail, then grabbed her cap from where it rested on her pillow. Then she twisted her hair and placed it under her cap.
“Don’t be stupid Piper.” She murmured to herself “Why would ya evah think…” She sighed “that anybody’d…” She trailed off and ripped her cap off, throwing it down. Then she took out her hair and let it fall behind her. Then she turned, pulling herself further onto the bed, and pulled her knees up to her chest. Race hesitated for a second before crossing towards the bed and taking a seat beside her.
“Hey, ya alright?”
“What?” She swung her head around to face him “Oh uh… yeah. Yeah ‘course I am.”
“Ya don’ look alright… ya sure?”
“Yeah… Well… I guess… I mean…” She sighed and trailed off. She didn’t continue
“C’mon, what’s goin on Piper?”
“Nothin alright. It’s fine… I mean… M’fine okay?”
“Piper I know that ain’t true. Why’re ya upset?” The sixteen year old shook her head for a second and then she put her head in her hands and took a deep breath. “Piper?”
“Look, it’s just… I guess.” She took another deep breath and then continued. “I guess it’s just that… Look, I know that I’se always been… sorta, well, a tomboy I guess… But just because I’m growing out my hair, or wearing skoits and dresses, doesn’t mean I’ve changed at all! And ya keep sayin I’se bein “goily,” but what’s that even mean? And why don’t ya evah mess with Sarah or Katherine when they come ovah?” Suddenly Piper stopped speaking and looked away, seemingly a bit embarrassed. Race stared at her in a bit of shock for a moment before asking gently,
“Piper are… are ya serious? That’s how ya think?” Piper nodded shyly
“Sorry… I… I didn’ mean ta blow up like that… But yeah, that’s how if feels sometimes.”
“I… Piper we… We…” He trailed off, unsure of how to continue
“Race it’s…. It’s fine, okay? Ya guys… Well… Ya was just… Just teasin right? That’s what ya always say.” She sounded slightly bitter
“No. Piper it’s… It ain’t okay. Why are ya even sayin that?” The girl shrugged
“Ain’t that what ya guys always say? “We’re just teasin.” Right?”
“Well…. Yeah I guess but…” He trailed off, unsure of what to say
“Honestly Race, it doesn’t mattah alright. I was….. I was just overreactin I guess.”
“No.. No you wasn’t. Piper trust me. None of us evah wanna hurt you, or make you upset. Honest. All the stuff we tease you ‘bout, we don’t say it ta be mean on purpose. And… Ya know, I’m sorry if it came across like that. But I swear ta you. Not a single one of the boys out there would ever want to hurt you in any way, none of ‘em.”

March 8, 2022

Word count: 571

Week 1; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Weekly Part 1:

Types of poems: Acrostic, Lyrical, Haiku, Free Verse, Etheree

Acrostic Poem: Daily

Don’t be confused, not a prompt
Also not a passing though
Individually a name
Lately has been changed
You might know… Daisy

Acrostic Poem: Snowfall

Snowflakes fall softly
Now on the ground
Overlaying the grass
With a blanket of snow
Flakes fluttering
All piling up
Light rays reflect
Luring your eyes

Lyrical: Trapped

I’m scared to open up oh
Not brave to see the light glow
Am I trapped or am I free
All my life, I’ve been told
Stay in your place, in your mold
And now I really don’t know
What direction do I go
Now I’m here, trying to flee
I see a new life unfold
Going now before it gets old

Lyrical: Time

The ticking of the clock shows me
Of the time we spent there
The ticking of the clock reminds me
That you are not here
The ticking of the clock tells me
Of the time we didn’t spend
Time that could have been

Haiku: Spring

Wind sways the blossoms
Shaking the petals softly
Spring has now begun

Free verse: Ice

Walking on the ice, making my way over
Trying not to break
Head up, back straight
I can’t mess this up
Be quiet, Not a sound
The ice beneath cannot break

Treading ever so softly
Taking my time
But still can’t catch up
They’re there, but out of my sight

Picking up a pace
And hear a big crack
Continue to tread on again
But no panic attack

Free Verse: Shine

Don’t be afraid
To open up what’s inside
And pave the way
Cause right now
It’s your time to shine
And all the things
They said would be useless
All the things
You love deep inside
Can finally come out now
So let it out
Cause now you are glowing
So open up now
Let it all out
Show them who you are

Free Verse: SWC

March July November
Those are the months you have to remember
Don’t forget, don’t regret
Put it on your calendar
Those months, you all better run
Grabbing pens and pencils
Notebooks, computers
This is when we go wild
Chaos is coming to the neighborhood
Arsonists are breaking free
New inside jokes, gotta keep up
Head’s up, the enemy’s got a head start
Come on, we have to keep writing
Before we fall behind

Free Verse: Cabin Wars

Cabin wars
Attack all enemies
Don’t hold back
Be prepared for any attacks
Allies are being loyal
That’s good for us
Sorry, but the alliance means nothing
Launching an attack!
Completing a war and another one too
We can’t lose a war today
Come on, wake up!
Cabin wars have already started
Campers here with all-nighters
Enemy leaders groaning with losses
Cheering from us, victory is won
For now
An ally approaches and what do we see
A mischievous grin on upon their face
We prepare for an attack, getting pencils out
‘Cookies’ they offer with a smile
Not thinking twice and taking a bite
That probably wasn’t good in hindsight
Half of the campers down with a bug
Enraged leaders, trying to keep up
Allies laughing, enemies giggling
As the last war of the day is sent
The sun sets somewhere far away
Relief, excitement, and sorrow
In a mix of emotions
As the day of wars comes to an end

Etheree: an SWC poem

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No matter how old, every skillset
All here, growing and belonging
In this online camp of fun
With chaos and writing
We all are screaming
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word war with @the-queer-slytherin - 183 words

She rolled out of bed, the previous days only seeming like a smudge within her memory. What had even happened? She had a vague memory of battles, and perhaps something… mythical? But no, that couldn't be.. mythical creatures didn't exist, right? How many days had passed since she had last awoken? Some days she woke up like this, in a complete trance, with only the rhythmic crashing of the waves outside her prison cell to keep her sane. She stared blankly at the empty, drab, grey walls around her. She shifted uncomfortably, and her chains clinked as she did so. She always got these flashbacks, like memories of a past life returned again to haunt her. But the thing is… that wasn't her… or, at least, not that she remembers. She must have lost her memory during one of her battles, probably the one where everything changed, and she still struggled to regain it now. The day they turned her life upside down. The day they captured her. Stole her away, and took her, weak and defenseless, to this prison, this horrible place.

Whimsy_lux wrote:

SWC Unfinished story. I sorta left it at a point I was comfortable with but never finished afterwards. Technically this isn't the very start but the begining was pretty boring hence why I lost the motivation.

The thief’s laugh echoed through the forest. Though his original plan had failed, the heist had been way more interesting than he expected. To him the reward isn’t the most important part. Almost getting caught, seeing the distress on the townspeople’s faces, if only they were faster maybe for once they’d be able to catch him. It was the most fun he's had in a long time, so fun he almost forgot about the person who caused the entire mess in the first place.
“C-Cain? What were you doing? Are you hiding something?” The man asked, though to Cain he was just a naive boy. He put blind trust in a stranger and still doesn’t know what he’s gotten into. What was his name again? Kyle or something, too gullible for the world like he’s been living in a cave his whole life. People like him annoyed the thief, and now Cain thought, it was the perfect time to get rid of him.
“Am I hiding something? How pathetic are you? Y’know what, I don't care anymore, stop calling me Cain. The name’s Charles and if you had ears you’d know most know me as the serpent, the most infamous thief in the kingdom. But now that you know who I am, I’m going to have to kill you.” Cain or now Charles said as he reached into his belt pulled out a dagger and threw it at Kyle, narrowly missing his neck.
“So close, I guess I’m a bit rusty but not even a cut? How disappointing,” Charles taunted yet Kyle didn’t move. His entire body was shaking, his head darting to the tree the blade stabbed into. The dagger that could’ve cut into his throat. The dagger that could’ve left him gasping for air, bleeding out on the ground helpless. The dagger that could've killed him even though the only reason he was here was to escape death himself. Now Charles was right in front of him, staring, analyzing him and finally Kyle understood what he had to do. Run.
So he ran. Charles didn’t, it was only fair after all, Kyle deserved the head start. It wasn’t because he wanted the boy to escape. He was an annoying, helpless, good for nothing parasite. So why’d he purposefully miss his shot? He knew already, because Charles the most wicked, vile, evil thief couldn't bear having someone’s own blood on his hands. Not again, not after what he did. Quickly he shoved the thoughts out of his mind, He could still see Kyle and the chase was on.
In no time flat Charles was right behind him and he could tell Kyle was getting tired. In a way the thief pitied him. Maybe he’d just scare him off, but he can’t make it look like he was going easy on Kyle. He took out another dagger and started slashing, the blade shining in the moonlight. Then he stopped, the forest was thick, Kyle was tired and he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep running.
“Oh, you’re giving up already, and I was hoping you’d put up a fight.” Charles said, only a few feet away, constantly inching closer. Kyle tried to back away but he bumped into a tree, Time to get this over with, Charles thought. But then there was a flash.
Light invaded his eyes and when he opened his eyes Kyle’s shoulder was glowing. A faint mark was showing through his clothes, a tattoo? Kyle struck his hand out, it was still shaking. He was mumbling a chant that Charles couldn’t hear and then blue crystals formed around his legs. So that’s what the book was, Charles thought. Kyle was a mage.
Kyle fell to the ground panting, his tattoo no longer glowing. Charles tried to move his feet but was stuck. The more he moved the more the crystals dug into his leg causing him to hiss in pain and ultimately decided not to keep on going.
“Well played, I’m guessing you’ll be leaving to find somewhere else to live?” Charles said, shoving his dagger back in his belt. Kyle though didn’t leave and it didn’t seem to be out of fatigue. He looked up and stared straight into Charles’ emerald eyes but then avoided eye contact.
“I thought we were friends,” He mumbled and Charles lost it.
“Friends! That’s the best joke I’ve heard in my life. Do you even hear yourself right now? For a second I thought you were actually competent!” He laughed and laughed and laughed. The sound echoed in the forest. Charles lied, stole and tried to kill him yet Kyle was clinging to a nonexistent string of hope for what? Friendship. Thankfully Charles had a trick up his sleeve. He was sick of the interaction and sick of Kyle and Kyle wasn’t the only half-elf and not the only one who magic either.
In a green flash of light Charles was out, a snake dangling between the crystals where he once was. Kyle gasped but was still trapped, Charles bet he regretted not running while he had the chance. Once again Charles pulled out his dagger and held it against the hopeless boy’s neck. He pushed it in, a dot of blood forming on the surface but Charles couldn’t move his hand farther. He tried but his body wouldn’t let him. He was about to talk, taunt him, make a joke, something to fill up the silence but he wasn’t able to. Someone else did it for him.
“STAY WHERE YOU ARE! DROP THE WEAPON AND DO NOT STRUGGLE,”
Guards. They must’ve been following them ever since he left the village. Normally Charles would always make sure he’s never followed but Kyle distracted him and now he’s been found.
The footsteps were far enough away, through the trees they most likely haven’t caught either of their faces. If he ran he could escape and they could take Kyle instead. No, they would question him first and find out he’s not the one they're looking for. They would find out Kyle isn’t “The Serpent”. Kyle would rat him out, describe what Charles looks like and he’d get caught. There was only one thing he could do.
Charles grabbed Kyle and ran.

I like that! I think I'll continue it.

He ignored the shouts coming from behind him. All of that mattered right now is escaping. The guards weren’t fast and soon enough they caught up with them. Charles kept running and hoped the guards didn’t figure out which direction he went.

After running for what felt like hours, his body gave way, and he collapsed.

Charles woke up, but something seemed different about his surrounds. Everything looked the diffrent; the furniture was in perfect condition, the curtains were closed, not a single speck of dust or dirt could be seen. There was also a bed with the covers tucked in perfectly.
‘Who lives here..’ Charles wondered. He took off his shoes and walked across the floor, careful not to disturb anything. He noticed there was something lying in front of the bed. He carefully kneeled down and picked up one of the books laying on it’s side. It was an old book, Charles had never seen this kind before. It had yellow pages.

The cover had faded and had holes punched through it from countless years of use. A few spots of water stains were visible near the spine. “A spell book like this must be worth quite a bit.” Charles thought. He decided to open it and take a quick look at its contents.
It seemed like a very common spell book but what caught his attention were the strange drawings that adorned the cover. As if drawn by a child. Some even had scribbles in between the lines, so illegible it was hard to make out their meaning.
Charles continued reading until he reached the end, where the pages stopped abruptly. He flipped back to the beginning and started looking through the rest. After a while he found what he wanted, it appeared to have been written about two hundred years ago. There wasn't much written but it seemed interesting nonetheless. “I'll save that for later”.
He slowly placed the book back on the bed before turning around and leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him. Charles looked around once more to make sure no one saw him before taking off his shoes and going back to the main hallway.
Just as he entered, he heard footsteps coming his way. He froze but didn' move a muscle. The footsteps got closer before stopping right outside the room he left. There was silence for a moment before the door opened a little further. Charles held his breath, hoping whoever was inside didn't hear it, or worse, come after him.
“Charles!” A voice called from inside the room. Charles couldn' believe his ears. It was his childhood freind Richard!
“Richard?” He whispered. He knew he shouldn't be shocked that Richard would find him, but he just couldn't wrap his head around it. It's been years. How could he still be alive?
The door slowly opened wider revealing a very confused looking prince who was now looking for his brother. He spotted Charles immediately and ran over to him. “You're okay!”
“Yes, I am…but where are we?” Charles asked him, still keeping his voice low.
Richard smiled at Charles before pointing towards the window. “We're in the tower of the castle.”
Charles looked outside and saw a tall tower covered with ivy. It's structure resembled that of a tree almost, except instead of leaves and flowers growing from the trunk, there were only thorns along with some vines and thorns covering the bottom. “That's incredible! What exactly happened?”
“Well…” Richard began as he led Charles to one of the armchairs in the sitting area of the room. “I found you passed out on the floor in the forest and I brought you here.” Richard said.
Charles let out a chuckle. “That's actually the best thing you could've done, Richard.”
“What makes you say that?” Richard asked curiously as he sat down next to Charles.

Charles gave Richard a gentle smile as he leaned his arm on Richard shoulder. “If you hadn't taken me away from that place the empire would have crushed me alive.”
Richard sighed. His eyes glazed over for a moment and a sad expression appeared on his face. He looked deep in thought before speaking again.
“…You're right.” Richard agreed after a few minutes of silence. “So what should we do then?”
Before Charles could answer, footsteps rang through the hallways. The footsteps were slow yet heavy, and Charles figured the person walking must have been someone important judging by the dress and jewels they wore.
“My lord?” Someone spoke as the footsteps stopped in front of the door. A maid stood outside the room. She had blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and wore a white uniform with her name tag pinned above her breast pocket. “My lord, a visitor has arrived.”
At first Richard didn't seem all too interested but when the maid pointed at Charles he immediately perked up. He looked at Charles expectantly and gave him a questioning look.
“A visitor has arrived?” Charles repeated. “Who is it?”
The maid shrugged her shoulders before saying “they didn't say sir.”
“Oh, well invite them in then.” Charles dismissed. “If they want to meet my brother they need to go through me first.”
“Of course, my lord.” The maid nodded before disappearing through the door. The door shut loudly after her leaving Charles alone with Richard.
“Are you sure your brother would like to see us?” Charles asked Richard.
Richard scoffed playfully. “What's the harm in seeing them? They won't do anything.”
“And how are we supposed to know that?” Charles challenged Richard. “For all we know they could be dangerous and I don't think I'm willing to find out if they try to hurt you or worse…”
“Oh Charles.” Richard interrupted as he gently put his hand under his chin and lifted his gaze towards his. “They wouldn't do that, believe me.”
“Why do you say that?” Charles questioned. “Do you trust them?”
The words came out more bitter than intended. Charles realized too late that he may have crossed a line. Richard furrowed his brow, clearly upset about the question. He looked down, avoiding Charles gaze for a second. But when he did lift his head back up he was smiling again and nodding confidently.
“Of course I trust them, why wouldn't I?” Richard laughed.
“Because you just met them!” Charles argued. “How can you trust them so quickly, Richard?”
He tried to keep his voice from shaking, not wanting to scare Richard into backing down.



That's 1091 new words added!

3.8.22 - daily 8

Here is my unfinished story called “Evanescent”! (I never had the motivation to continue, and it was a prompt for school lol)
Excited to see what others will write of it! OH and it's pretty cringy! Hehehehehehehehe!

Daily for Contemporary:

Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness. I trembled. My own mousy brown hair shook and I ran. Faster and faster. “Leave me alone!” I yelled. It was no human.
The faster I ran, the faster it flew. “Get away!” I shouted, running straight into the darkness.
I woke up seeing black. It was silent. No crickets were chirping, there was no sound at all. I was wrapped in something tight, and I struggled to get out. But I couldn’t. Get out, Aurora! Get out! You are in a forbidden place.
I spoke out, “Uh, anyone there?” Wrong choice. I saw movements in the darkness shifting around and heard sounds of murmuring. I shut my eyes tight but still listened. There was a short moment of silence but when I opened my eyes again, I saw a big, dark figure rise upon me. I closed my eyes again.
A voice, a woman, came into my awareness. “What are you going to do to her?” There was no reply.
What is going on? I asked myself. And there was no reply, for I did not know, of course. And I stayed quiet. Listening, I heard a few murmurs and realized there weren’t just 1 or 2, I think, inhuman beings in this place.
A deep voice shot up after about a minute. “Get up. I know you’re awake.” I knew it was talking to me. I was sort of taken aback by it, the voice sounded a bit annoyed. I waited for a moment, wondering if I should do it or not.
“Get up!”
I scoffed. But I remembered that I was stuck, wrapped in a blanket or something. “I can’t get out and you should know that!” I retorted into the dark. If I could know anything about my personality, I would know that I was a very stubborn person, and I honestly didn’t like getting ordered to do something.
I heard someone whisper, “She’s more brainless than I thought.” I scrunched my eyes and waited. I was stubborn, but I was patient. Someone sighed. I sighed. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there.
Momentarily, I felt something lifted off me and I was able to move again. I was so surprised, and happy. I was able to move my arms and legs! I let out a sound of astonishment. Was it me that just did that?
“No, it wasn’t you, it was me.” I was surprised by the sudden burst of sound.
“W-wait! H-how did you k-know I was thinking that? D-did I accidentally say it a-aloud?” I stuttered.
“No, you didn’t.” The voice was different from that big, dark voice before. It sounded like someone my age.
“Who are you?” I asked and got up, looking around my surroundings.
“I’m…”
I couldn’t hear anything as darkness came over me again.

(477 words)


And here's my continuation of @Pixelated_Pickax's story! (just saving some time/space by putting them both in the same post lol)

Pixelated_Pickax wrote:

My Unfinished Story (for a daily)

If I’m not mistaken, today marks over 48 short lived days since the village incident took place. A majority of that time was spent waiting around the village. Hoping that someone would show us a sign of life, until it was finally time to face the facts: no one had survived.

The only reports I could find were filled with false hope as everyone desperately tried to convince themselves that there was some chance of finding at least one village survivor there that would be able to help us find our way home to the real world.

I waited with the others for days, then months. One by one we slowly found ourselves drifting apart and finding our places in this place we’ve since called the land of Bountiful.

Victor and I stayed behind to hold a proper ceremony for each villager that died. We made them all a special memorial we reserved for the village, so that no one would ever forget their loss.

I sat down and studied the native village texts and books I had stumbled across in the smoldering remains of the village library adjacent to the blacksmith, but I couldn’t seem to decipher any of them. None of the words seemed to make any sense to me. My mind kept wandering from topic to topic, thinking about how I used to write poems and poetry stories. I thought about what I could have possibly been like back when I first started writing.

Perhaps… Maybe if I didn’t fall victim to the horrible accident that led me to this world, things could have turned out differently.
I sighed deeply. The thoughts were starting to consume me. It wasn’t like I could help it, they were just too much for me to handle alone.

I heard Victor speak up from behind me. I could tell from the tone of his voice he was concerned. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah… Just a little overwhelmed.” I admitted softly. He nodded his head slightly.

“How can you stand it here?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I guess I’m still trying to process everything that happened. The people, the place, even the food, it’s so strange to me.”

Okay HERE is my continuation!

“Yeah, me too.” Victor agreed.

“Do you know when we'll ever leave this place? You know, go back home?” I asked, knowing he wouldn't know either, but trying to use my last bit of hope.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Of course,” I sighed, “Of course.”

Portals appear once in 50 years. I just happened to experience one. When I was young, I always thought portals and magic was so cool, but now I knew that it was dangerous. Harmful. If you don't know how to control magic, well, you might as well just destroy a whole town.

The portal was big. We called it the “Detrimental Portal” because of how much harm it caused. I could still remember. The wind that made me almost fly away, the black and the purple, it felt like my entire body was being sucked away by some unknown being.

Far away, I could still see black. Fog had settled after the portal appeared.

“I don't want to wait another 50 years! Who knows, I might be dead! And what if the portal isn't going to return us back to the real world?” I yelled.

But Victor was already gone. Of course. After the portal, well, he got super-speed. I don't know what happened. He just got it. Pretty much everyone got some type of superpower. Invisibility, telekinesis, teleportation, and super-speed. Those were the ones I saw most. Victor accidentally crashed into a wall and broke his nose one day when he was trying out his power. Most of our people got hurt on the first day. Was this portal trying to destroy us too?

Surprisingly, I didn't get a power. Or not yet. In fact, I never really got hurt after the portal or while I was in it. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe others didn't get powers too. Maybe others were not harmed either by the portal, or by this land, or by their powers. Just maybe.

Or maybe not.

“OW!” I heard a scream in the distance. I ran.

Another person hurt.

Claire lay sprawled on the floor, arms wide, eyes wide, staring straight across.

Everyone wasn't surprised. This happened almost every day. I heard everyone say pretty much the same thing, too. "Oh my gosh, are you alright? There's no blood anywhere… Claire, can you sit up? I can't believe this happened again!“

Claire sat up. She looked okay to me. ”I-I-I,“ Claire sputtered, ”I don't know- I don't know what happened."

We checked. There wasn't anything wrong, not physically, at least.

What happened this time?

(+427 words)

word war

276 words

I imagine that there's a box in my mind. Something that's constantly swaying along with my thoughts and collecting them one by one. It's never ending, keeping track of every little event and every little thing I've done in my life. It's full of precious memories and precious things that I could never ever let go. It's what helps me stay on track and keep me in touch with how I'm feeling. I know this is all sounding very cheesy, but it's true. I imagine it like something that keeps me balanced and steady. Without this in my mind, I would be lost and in despair. I always wonder what It'd be like without it. But I wonder even more, what does it look like. Is it simplistic and hidden or is it bright and shining and beautiful. Either way, I still couldn't bear to let it go.

Tick Tick Tick

It's reminding me of a memory.

Tick Tick Tick

Something important

Tick Tick Tick

I dig into the crate, grasping the memory that's calling for me. I hold it in my hands ever so gently. It's a soft orb of light. The memories flood my brain. So bright and vivid and full of color and imagination. It's beautiful. And breathtaking. I marvel at the sight of me young, full of energy, and truly happy. I sigh a deep wistful sigh that shakes my bones. Oh how I wished to be in that state once again. Free.

I stare at the orb for a few more seconds, and hesitantly and gently, place it back into the crate. It closes with a satisfying click sound. I smile.

Unfinished Writing for 3/8 Daily

EXT. PARK - DAY


CAMILO and MARIA are sitting on a bench, watching JEFFREY run around screaming.

JEFFREY
WEEWOO!

MARIA
That stupid kid has been weewooing for the past fifteen minutes. Where is their mother?

CAMILO
Oh, a pelican just dropped them off and flew away.

MARIA
A pelican?

CAMILO
A pelican.

JEFFREY trips on a rock and falls.

JEFFREY
WEEEEEEEEE- ow oof owie ouchie…WEEEEEEEE!

MARIA
That’s a lie.

PELICAN flies in and lands beside JEFFREY. MARIA’s eyes widen.

PELICAN
Hello, Jeffrey! HOw was your stay?

JEFFREY
Oh, it was delightful! Just the thrill I needed. I think I’m a master weewooer now. Pick me up.

PELICAN
Weewoo!

JEFFREY
Weeeeeee!

CAMILO sighs.

MARIA
Are you serious? Did I seriously immigrate to America just to see a kid get whisked away by a pelican? Ayy barbara! Ustedes nomás… levantan a sus niños al cielo? Sabes quien va a ir al cielo cuando- (Translation: Bruh (not literally i just don’t know what the direct translation is dslgksjg), you guys just… lift your kids into the sky? You know who’s going to the sky when-)

Daily, March 8
Your feet slap against the tiled floor, click-clacking as you run. The lights flicker erratically- dim to bright, bright to gone.

You can feel the sweat trickling down your skin- it’s dripping down your face, your neck, your back. You reach the end of the hallway, jabbing the elevator button repeatedly. You look at your reflection in the window: terrified, panicked, heaving.

A deafening crash from faraway shatters in your ears. In a desperate attempt, you rattle the handles of the window- but it’s no use. The electronic lock is firmly placed in.

The elevator pings calmly, unlike your battering heart. As the doors slide open, you practically dive in- smashing the close buttons with your sweaty fingers. As the doors finally slide shut, you finally let out a breath of relief.

You make your way over to the back wall of the descending elevator, pressing your back against the cool, metal wall. You take a few shaky breaths, absorbing the few minutes of silence. You’ll find a way out of here. Somehow.

But in what seems like an instant, the peace is all over. The elevator doors chime again, and your anxiety increases ten-fold.

All the monsters invade the vast corridor- bulky, slimy creatures with dangly arms and grotesque appendages.
(now my continuation)

“No, no, no!” you whisper to yourself. Frantically, you hit the “close door” button, over and over and over again. It doesn’t do anything. As you take what you feel like are your final breaths, and as the monsters grow ever closer, you curse the elevator designers who make useless buttons just to placate people. What you need right now is for the doors to close, not to just feel like you’re doing something!

The monsters get closer. Fifteen feet, then ten, then five. You see their tendrils reach out for you — and then the doors close. You release a breath that you had forgotten that you were holding. The elevator starts to moves down again. You pray the doors don’t open again. Actually, you hope that the elevator gets jammed or something, or that the power goes out; and that you can hide in here for as long as it takes.

Funny — being stuck in an elevator used to be one of your greatest fears. As you descend further and further into the earth, you laugh mirthlessly about the irony — how this terror has flipped your reality upside down, and your fears with it. Now your arachnophobia and fear of heights seem insignificantly small compared to the very real, very rational fears of monster facing you now.

The elevator jolts to a stop. For a moment you think your prayers have been granted by some benevolent god, but no such luck. No, for then the elevator shakes side to side. Then again, but with greater force. You almost fall to the floor. Your heart sinks — literally, as your muscles grow limp and you collapse onto the floor.

Slowly, grindingly, you feel the elevator start to be pushed up. The monsters that you know are there are straining against the pull of the weights, straining to pull you back up and to devour you. The carriage moves faster and faster as you go up. Your fear only grows.

You can no longer breathe. Your inhales catch, your exhales fail halfway through. Eventually, you can only resort to tiny hiccups, gasping in time to the shaking of your fingers.

After a terrifying eternity (yet one that passes all too fast), you feel the burn of the sun’s glare on your skin even through the elevator’s metal walls. The thumping on the outside grows softer. You know you have reached the surface.

This is the end.

405 words (:

My dailies/weeklies:

March 8

Unfinished Writing:

The kitchen was silent, just the way I liked it. I could just barely hear the birds chirping outside as I bit into my toast. Then I heard loud stomping coming down the stairs. Matt, I thought. Sure enough, good ol’ big brother Matt came walking into the room, his black headphones over his ears.
“Morning.” I said, just in case today was different. Just in case he actually acknowledged anything I said today.
I was wrong.
“Hey, remember Avengers: Endgame? You’re going to watch it tomorrow with your friends, right? Well here’s a little spoiler for you. Thanos…he mows his lawn.”
No response.
Matt was walking to the toaster now, still totally ignoring me.
“Oh, and I cut your toast for you, you just have to toast it.”
Not even a minute later, he took his headphones off one ear, turned to me, and asked, “Hey, Rosie, have you toasted my bread already?”
I almost lost it. I know he hadn’t heard anything I said under whatever it was he was listening to, but if he had been paying attention, he would know that I had literally just said he still had to toast it.
I shoved the rest of my bread in my mouth to avoid yelling at him, grabbed my dishes and put them in the sink before walking upstairs, leaving a healthy glare in my wake.

What? I thought, watching Rosie stomp up the stairs. I had just asked her a normal question. Why did she get so angry?
Whatever, she’s just weird, I decided, putting the bread on my plate and replacing my headphones. The electric guitar filled my mind as I sat down to eat and took a bite of…cold bread. Really cold bread. She could’ve just told me I had to toast it.

One thing I definitely will regret is shoving that bread in my mouth. Seriously. It took me forever to finish chewing. It didn’t matter, though, considering it wasn’t like I had to talk to anyone anyway. Quarantine made sure of that.
Quarantine had also enforced the need for quick internet, which was not something I had today. I had to disconnect and reconnect several times before the page loaded, and after that, when I clicked a link, I had to do it again. I had an online summer camp to do, so I went downstairs to ask my dad what was going on. After a relatively short conversation and an attempt to boost the internet, we discovered that the router was down. Great.
“Dad, the internet’s dead.” Matt said, walking into the office. He still had his headphones on. Of course he did.
“No, it’s not. We won’t have internet all day. Why don’t you guys go play a board game together?”

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I wrote this for a daily back in July but never finished it. It's not great but it's the best of the two actually into the story unfinished pieces I have.

My daily:

Unfinished writing taken from: @SophIIsa
She titled it Evanescent
A line separates where her writing ends and mine starts

Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness. I trembled. My own mousy brown hair shook and I ran. Faster and faster. “Leave me alone!” I yelled. It was no human.
The faster I ran, the faster it flew. “Get away!” I shouted, running straight into the darkness.
I woke up seeing black. It was silent. No crickets were chirping, there was no sound at all. I was wrapped in something tight, and I struggled to get out. But I couldn’t. Get out, Aurora!
Get out! You are in a forbidden place.
I spoke out, “Uh, anyone there?” Wrong choice. I saw movements in the darkness shifting around and heard sounds of murmuring. I shut my eyes tight but still listened. There was a short moment of silence but when I opened my eyes again, I saw a big, dark figure rise upon me. I closed my eyes again.
A voice, a woman, came into my awareness. “What are you going to do to her?” There was no reply.
What is going on? I asked myself. And there was no reply, for I did not know, of course. And I stayed quiet. Listening, I heard a few murmurs and realized there weren’t just 1 or 2, I think, inhuman beings in this place.
A deep voice shot up after about a minute. “Get up. I know you’re awake.” I knew it was talking to me. I was sort of taken aback by it, the voice sounded a bit annoyed. I waited for a moment, wondering if I should do it or not.
“Get up!”
I scoffed. But I remembered that I was stuck, wrapped in a blanket or something. “I can’t get out and you should know that!” I retorted into the dark. If I could know anything about my personality, I would know that I was a very stubborn person, and I honestly didn’t like getting ordered to do something.
I heard someone whisper, “She’s more brainless than I thought.” I scrunched my eyes and waited. I was stubborn, but I was patient. Someone sighed. I sighed. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there.
Momentarily, I felt something lifted off me and I was able to move again. I was so surprised, and happy. I was able to move my arms and legs! I let out a sound of astonishment. Was it me that just did that?
“No, it wasn’t you, it was me.” I was surprised by the sudden burst of sound.
“W-wait! H-how did you k-know I was thinking that? D-did I accidentally say it a-aloud?” I stuttered.
“No, you didn’t.” The voice was different from that big, dark voice before. It sounded like someone my age.
“Who are you?” I asked and got up, looking around my surroundings.
“I’m…”
I couldn’t hear anything as darkness came over me again.

—————

When I awoke again, I felt a thin blanket around me. I was laid on a small cot, which was surprisingly comfortable. I wanted to close my eyes, wanted to rest on the comfy bed and fall back into the darkness—
I pulled my eyes as wide open as they would go, sitting up and pinching my arm, anything to stay awake. I needed to get out of here, not sleep more where strange…strange things could watch me creepily and tell me how brainless I was.
I scanned my surroundings, hoping to find some way I could escape. The room was small, with white tiled floors and light grey walls. There was little furniture besides the big white wardrobe on one wall, a white-framed full length mirror on another, and the white cot I sat on. The ceiling above me had to be hundreds of feet tall, a skylight taking up most of it. The sun shone brightly on the room, leaving no shadows to hide the dust.
I should have been sweating. The thick hoodie I’d been wearing when the things kidnapped me should’ve been making me melt like the Wicked Witch of the West. But when I glanced down at myself, I didn’t see a black hoodie. I saw a white cotton dress that reached just past my knees, spreading wide around my legs like an angel's trumpet blossom.
What the—?
I spotted a pair of white sneakers by the base of the cot, and slipped them on, hurrying across the room to the mirror.
My hair had been braided at some point, with little white beads entwined in the strands. The braid hung over my shoulder, and I almost couldn’t recognize myself.
What happened?
“I can answer that,” a voice rang out, making me jump. The same voice I’d heard before blacking out the last time.
I spun around, searching for the one who it belonged to. I ran to the wardrobe, pulling open the doors. I checked under the cot. No one. I was the only person in the room. So where was that voice coming from?
“I can answer that, too,” it said. This time, I thought I heard it coming from the mirror. I slowly walked back towards it, not daring to blink.
“Where are you?” I asked, and I heard a chuckle.
“I’m right here,” it said.
The voice had definitely come from the mirror this time, but how? The only thing in the reflection was me.
“Look again,” it ordered.
I blinked, trying to understand what it wanted me to do, but when my eyes opened again, I saw a boy with brown hair like mine, wearing similar white clothing, and with big feathers behind him.
Wait. No. Those weren’t feathers. They were…wings?
“Yes,” the boy said, grinning. “Wings.”
He stepped through the mirror, like it was a normal doorway, and was now standing in front of me. His…his wings fluttered, stretching out like someone might stretch their arms or legs after sitting down for long periods of time.
“What…what are you?” I asked, because of the many questions racing through my brain, that was the one I wanted answered most. Maybe he was an angel. Angels have wings. Last I’d checked, angels weren’t real, but I could be wrong.
“No,” the boy said, “not an angel. Although those do exist, too. I’m an Evanescent, one of the mythical beings that no one remembers. Angels have gold on the edges of their wings.”
An…Evanescent? I’d never heard of that one before.
“Of course not. Didn’t I just say no one remembers us? Besides ourselves, of course, but I guess you’re the exception.”
But…I wasn’t an ‘Evanescent’. I didn’t have wings. I was a human being who had been kidnapped by this boy and others.
“Not,” the boy said, raising a finger and shaking it at me, “kidnapped. Retrieved. You could’ve put our kind in danger if you’d exposed your wings to the humans.”
Exposed my wings? I didn’t have wings!
The boy smiled. “Oh, but you do! You just haven’t reached the right age to grow them yet!”
“Can you stop reading my mind?” I snapped at him. I didn’t want him in my head. Him answering my questions without me even asking them was really creepy, even if it was kind of useful.
But if he was right…if I was an Evanescent…if I had wings…
‘You just haven’t reached the right age to grow them yet’ he’d said. When I’d been kidnapped—
“NOT kidnapped! Retrieved!”
—it had been a week before my birthday.
“How long have I been asleep?” I asked, and he shrugged.
“Time is relative in the clouds.”
I didn’t let myself think too much about those words. I had more important questions.
“In human time. How long have I been asleep in human time?”
“Maybe…six days? Seven?”
I glanced up at the sun. If he was telling the truth, today was my birthday. They wouldn’t have kidna—
“RETRIEVED!”
—retrieved me so soon if I didn’t reach the age to grow wings for another year. If he was right, I would grow wings today.
A bell tolled in the mirror, and the boy glanced back briefly.
“Noon. The wings grow at noon.” he said.
On cue, my knees buckled.
I don’t remember much that happened in those five minutes. I remember feeling like my back was one fire, feeling my skin and bones evolving, changing and stretching into a new form.
I remember when the words began to brush across my mind like an autumn breeze, slowly getting louder and more comprehensible. Thoughts. The boy's thoughts. Ailerons thoughts I learned.
I remember Aileron putting out his hand to help me up as the pain faded, his thoughts a blur of excitement and glee.
I was right! he was thinking.
I stood without his help, my back slowly starting to feel normal again. I saw myself in Ailerons thoughts, saw the dress and the braid and the…wings. I had wings. He was right. I was an Evanescent.
“Welcome to the club,” Aileron said.

1013 words…

March 9:

IC Daily:
She couldn’t understand why nobody else could see that the sky was full of cotton candy.
Really. It wasn’t that hard to notice. Big fluffy clouds of pink and blue in a shade lighter than the sky were everywhere above their heads, and not a single one noticed. Sam had even asked a man at the bus stop about it, and he’d looked at her as if she were insane.
Maybe she was.
Eventually, she noticed all the clouds were moving south. Maybe there was something up north that was turning them into cotton candy. Something that could prove she wasn’t crazy.
Sam walked along the sidewalk, keeping one eye on the clouds as she approached a forest at the top of town. She didn’t remember the forest being here before, but maybe she just hadn’t ever walked this far north before.
Above the forest, Sam could see white clouds being pulled down into the trees, then coming back up as cotton candy. But why was it only she could see them? And what was happening to them?
Curious, she ran into the trees, forging her way around bushes and trunks and roots. In a few minutes, she entered a clearing with a big brown house in the center. The roof was pure white with red spots placed strategically. There was a red and white striped gate near the entrance, and the foliage was made of little sparkling bumps. The walls looked just like chocolate, and the large chimney was sucking the clouds out of the sky, replacing them with the cotton candy Sam had seen from the street.
Two children ran out of the tree line on the other side of the clearing, a boy and a girl. They both stumbled to a stop when they saw the house, their eyes widening. In the blink of an eye, they had their mouths clamped around the gate, and Sam's eyes widened. The gate wasn’t just red and white striped. It was made of candy canes. The roof was icing, the foliage small gummies, the walls chocolate.
A woman wearing all black pushed through the house door and into the light, screeching at the children. She bore a pointy black hat and held a straw broom in her hand.
A witch? A witch in a house of candy? A witch in a house of candy being eaten by a young boy and a girl?
It was such a familiar scene, Sam almost laughed. Hansel and Gretel! The boy and girl were Hansel and Gretel!
By now, the witch had brought Hansel and Gretel into her home. Before closing the door, she turned and faced Sam, meeting her eyes.
“And you, girl?” she asked, “Would you like anything to eat?”

Sam let out a yelp and she fell off the chair and onto the ground. She must’ve fallen asleep while doing her homework.
Standing, she wiped a small puddle of drool off the book on her desk. The page had a picture of a candy house, with three people standing in front of it. Her class was doing an analysis of fairy tales, reading several different versions and finding the differences in each one. Sam’s group had been assigned the story of Hansel and Gretel.
She closed the book, heading out of her room and walking down to the kitchen. Her dad had already made breakfast just the way she liked it. Toasted cheese made just right so that the cheese covered the entire piece of bread without dripping, and a tuna sandwich to go with it.
“I love eating toasted cheese and tuna sandwiches.”

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Incomplete Story Draft
Incomplete story draft from wattpad lol
The clock struck 11:55pm and most of the shops were ready to close – The rest already closed. A loud announcement yelled at the people in line waiting for the PS5, and one old man with shabby leather clothing, arguing with the worker.

“Ladies, Gentlemen, Persons, and more; Kindly wind-up your things as the shop will be closed in 5 minutes. There will be no exceptions – except workers – to stay after 12. Please co-operate, as it is for your own safety”

Beads of sweat roll from everyone's face to their neck, to their shirts. Ofcourse they had to cut off the electricity of the best shopping center in Woodtrop, ofcourse. Two people behind the shabbily-dressed man can be heard whispering:

“Oh, like this store cares about our safety. A child got brutally murdered here!”

The fifth person can be seen sweating more than others. Their fists clinching with anxiety, and anger, hyperventilating in guilt. This can mean only one thin-

“A big shot keeps his word, when he says that he will pay tomorrow, he means it! ”
“Sir, I understand what you are saying, but it is our policy-”
“A big shot also knows when a person lies! You dare judge a big shot? He will make sure your fate will end in hell! ”
“Sir, we will have to call the police if you don't leave-”
“A big shot ain't scared of you! He must leave now! A big shot is never scared of the police, is just needed somewhere else! ”

The shabby man leaves, while spitting on all the five people in the line at the same time, somehow. Thank goodness. Now, the line is finally moving quick. Everyone had their cash ready, except for the second last person. Why? You will see in a bit. That person reached out for one, and only one remaind.

“We're lucky” the person says to the man behind them. “That's the last PS. Didn't want to argue over a bag of metal with a stranger.”
“Ma'am?” A worker called. “Who.. are you talking to?”
“The person behind me?”
“But.. there is no person behind you..”
…
An eerie silence stood between the three-two-some croud.
Suddenly, BANG!
The strange man behind the person got shot to death, disappearing into nothing, but black dust. The person starts panicking, almost crying, while the worker tries her best to calm them down.

“I-I'm… fin-fine..”
“Are you though..?”
…
A silence stood between the two, until the worker decided to break the silence with an opine:
“I think we should get your PS packed up, hm?”
“Y-yeah.. Thankyou..” The person says while gaining a little balance towards their emotions.
“Alllright, I'm going to need your name, and address – for the delivery. ”
“Oh no, I will take it by my self. ”
“Are you sure? It can be quite dangerous out here if you aren't aware about your surroundings at all times. And you don't seem.. well, like yourself to say the least”
“… My name is Sam, Sam Nolana” Sam gives an uncomfortable look towards the side while trying to avoid conversations regarding what happened just now.
“Okay Sam, any special packaging?”
“Yeah” Sam says releasing a deep sigh. “Got anything for a birthday party?”
“Mhm. Anything else?”
“No..Please make it quick.”

The worker briskly, yet in a tidy way, wraps the PS. Sam gets ready for the payment, lifting the hefty bag she carried the whole time, revealing a massive amount of cash. Could it be millions? Perhaps even a billion?? No. Just 500 dollars. It just looks a lot due to it mostly being dimes, nickles, and quarters. The worker looks in horror. Will she ever be able to finish counting these? What misery has Sam brought to the worker?

“Hey, I'm sorry, I know you already had a bad time dealing with that big shot hobo, but most was earned from lemonade stand. I probably should have exchanged all these coins for notes, but we were in a hurry”
“I-It's alright.. I will just need to.. to count these… how long can that possibly take?” The worker gives a maniacal chuckle. You can't even blame her, the poor kid looks traumatized! Will she spend the rest of her days in a dark counter, counting these coins? Or will she get to see the light of the day once again? We may never know..

Sam leaves quickly with the PS. I will give her the 500 dollars in notes tomorrow. Right now I'm sleepy, and hungry. … Well now we know she won't spend the rest of her days counting coins.

Even though feeling a little better from the conversation with the worker, Sam still felt a little fear, that kept growing with each step she took. While going across the Bridge over the Sunset lake, It had already become a pitch black night. She could hear something eerie besides her footsteps while crossing the wooden bridge. If it weren't creepy enough,  the eerie thing were a pair of footsteps that weren't her own. Startled by this, Sam started running faster than ever, only to trip on a twig and fall. She quickly turned to face towards the lone moon. A shadowy figure grabbed her arm firmly. Sam kicked it on it's face causing it to loose balance, and fall down.

“Ow! What the hell Sam!?” The silhouette exclaimed. It was a white teenage boy who wore similar clothes compare to Sam. Black pants, e-boy sleeves, except there was no hood and the chocker had spikes on it.
“Wha.. Kris!? What the HELL was that about!?”
“I was just going home.. then I saw you get the present for my sister.. so I followed. Didn't think a karate tournament loser would beat me THIS badly.”
“Uh huh, I should have greeted a shady figure following me with fLowERs.”
“Quit with the sarcasm. We need to hurry, otherwise we will be late. She might beat us even for a person with no experience in fighting whatsoever.”
“Tell me about it. She dislocated my shoulder because I scared her with a cockroach.”
“We need to hurry then just incase you don't want to dislocate it again.”
Sam groans in frustration. Why not annoy Kris a bit? It helps me manage my frustration. Sam says while running.
“Last one there is a rotten egg.~”
“Hey! You started early! Come back you cheater!”

The duo ran as fast as they could, ignoring all that comes in the way. Everything was usual, two reckless teenagers having fun while waiting for the third – except, Kris was a lot slower than you expect the winner of all those cross country trophies to be. Even Sam slowed down for him – the slowest runner in the town. Okay something was definitely wrong with him. Sam managed to catch up with his pace, in a bad way, and noticed his right leg was shaking.

“What's up with your leg?”
“Nothing.”
“No, I know it's something. Tell me, Robinson.”
“…”

Sam kicked his left leg making him fall to the trails, presumably left by a car or a carriage. All of those anger management training did no good to her, it seems. Kris yells for a split second, before keeping his mouth shut. He doesn't want anyone to know about this. His ankle reveals a bloody wound, with white dots, that triggers trypophobia in all. Sam looks at him with concern and horror.

“WHAT. WHY did you hide this”Sam yells. She realised she shouldn't have yelled at him. The last thing you want to do is cause stress to an injured person.
“Don't tell this to T.C., I don't want her to worry.”
“I.. won't.” Sam quickly ripped a large piece of her sweat shirt. She continued while tying it to the wound- And trying not to yell at him: “How did this happen?”
“I got into a fight with a.. gangster?”
“WHA-” Sam takes deep breaths “Did that gangster attack you first? What were you doing outside your home? And weren't you supposed to be with T.C. helping her with decorations?”
“Quit with the questions.” He said, looking a little frustrated himself.  “I will answer them on the sleep over. I.. have to ask you something aswell.”
Sam ignores the response, trying to figure out what has happened just now. He will answer me later, I will make sure he does. But right now, I need to get him home safely.

She tried to support Kris, but he pushed her away.
“Oh no worries, I get it, you are but SOO strong right now, arent'cha?”
“Well, T.C. will find out about THIS(referring to the wound) if you do support me.”
“At least let me help you ‘till the front of your house. Wait.. what time.. is it?”
“12:10. Why do you ask-”
“Shi- RUN!!”

Sam starts running towards the party, realising they will never make it if they don’t hurry. Kris lowers his eyebrows and looks at Sam with a mix countenance of disappointment and confusion – disappointment from Sam  forgetting his injury quite fast, and confusion from questioning is Sam actually that much of an idiot. The, Sam realises;

“Oop- haha, I did not forget- well I did- I mean-”
“Just shut up and hurry.”

They walked together, making bland conversations about animals, making fun of the female y/n on whatpad (not a misspell), Christmas trees, and karate– an intrest of both of them. They finally arrive at Kris and T.C.'s house. And there is T.C.. A young lady wearing a Christmas themed dress with her dirty blonde hair resting on her shoulder- And worrying upon her brother and best friend not arriving. Gray eyes, just like the sky on a foggy day, looking at them with cheerfulness after seeing both of them came safe, or so she thought. Hugging both of them at their arrival- wait, this is the same T.C. they were giving a discription about- the one who broke Sam's shoulder!?

Unbelievable.

“Wow. Just- wow. You look remarkable.” Sam gives the opine. All her darkness fades and turns into happy feelings after seeing her bestest of best friend concerned, not angry after coming late.
''Thank you- wait.. Sam.. why is your sleeve torn? And why is wrapped around your ankle, brother?“
Kris tries to defend himself and Sam, but has no words. ”Well- I- we-“
”My sleeve was torn from a twig along the way. We made fashion out of it.“
”Fashion?“ T.C. chuckles with confusion- and she finds it funny aswell.
”f a s h i o n“

The two young ladies laugh. Kris is just glad he doesn't have to explain his parents about the wound.

”So, the party still going?“
”No. But atleast we are having a sleep-over!“
”Thank goodness.“ Sam sighs with relief. ”I don't have the power left to socialize. Just tired and- well tired.“
”Well I have prepared something all by myself here to wake you up for sure!“
Sam whines ”I wanna sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep“

T.C. invites both of them to the luxurious and humongous living room. Sam is still whining about her sleepiness. The butlers don't think Sam as much of a guest anymore, she comes every other day- A close friend, if not family. Weather it is for school projects, homework, or sleep over- it doesn't matter. T.C. will find an excuse to invite. They view her as a family member, rather. Sam and Kris sat on the sofa/couch (depending on where you live) while T.C. prepared the ‘surprise’. They both sat in silence for a while, until Sam asked;

”Where were you exactly?“
”I'm sorry?“
”When you got that wound, where were you? And why didn't T.C. question your disappearance?“
”I was.. ugh. This may sound stupid-“
”You followed me without telling me quite suspiciously. Nothing you say will sound more stupid than that.“
”Well, he was stealing from a person, so I-“
”You thought you could be the ‘hero’. Didn't you?“
”I- yes. It was going well until..“
”The gangster pulled out a knife.“
”A karambit, actually.“
”Oh, you know knives?“
”Sam. My name translates to a blade.“
” It is in your name then?“

Kris laughs quietly. Then asks;

”I have something to ask you as well, may I?“
”Oh yeah, you said that there didn't you?“
”Mhm. What's wrong?“
”Nothing?“
”Oh please. You have been acting weird past couple of days.“
”Wha.. What are you talking about?“
”There's no hiding it now Nolana. I saw you panicking in that store.“
”…“
” Sam, you can-“
”… I'm having.. nightmares and hallucinations.. “
”Oh..? What do you thing causes them?“
”I.. don't know..“
”…Me neither. I think you should go to a therapist. Not saying that in a bad way, just concerned.“
”I'm not sure if.. I should..“
”Sam… They can help.“
”I know but… I might consider it..“
”…“
”…“
”Kris, I think I know what is causing-“
”The surprise is reaaaaddddyyyy!!“

Ah T. C. Is back. She has two plastic bags, both filled with similar kind of clothing, loose sweat-shirts with striped Hibiscus-pink and bright orange patterns on it, along with round cotton shorts. They had something written on them, but alas it was in cursive, and difficult to read.

”T. C.?“ Sam said. ”What are those clothes for?“
”Oh, you will see." T. C. Said smiling softer than ever.

Blue's March 2022 SWC Bread Crumbs

Follow the bread crumbs and you'll find my main thread! Wow! I promise I absolutely will not be recreating Hansel and Gretel. I swear. I am not a candy witch in the forest. Yet.

>> Blue's March 2022 SWC Content Log <<

March 08, 2022
Main Cabin Daily Writing Prompt:

Prompt: Share one of your unfinished stories and then complete someone else's unfinished stories that was shared.Finish the story with 400 words, or more, for 700 cabin points and an additional 200 if the work is shared.

Word Count: +460


Context Behind Unfinished Work:
I originally meant for it to eventually lead to Anacleta and whoever she saves to climb aboard a pirate ship where they complete menial tasks on the deck. The catch is that the pirate crew consists entirely of mythological “villains” (a healthy mix of a bunch of mythologies) who are testing the validity of the human race through pillaging. It was a fun idea I abandoned back in March 2019. You can take this any direction you want. A romance? Go crazy. A friendship to enemies situation? Absolutely. I'm just curious to see where someone else takes this stock average introductory scene.

My Unfinished Work:

Anacleta clung desperately to the splintered driftwood floating haphazardly in the dark, brackish water. Her feet were paddling wildly below the surface and she was certain the leather buckle-up shoes adorning her feet were not assisting in her struggle in the least. The blue gown she had been subjected to wear was quickly soaking up the water around her, weighing her down all the more.

The bright-orange glow of fire hauntingly painted the murky water with the same intense hues. Anacleta stared in horror as the wooden ship, her last savior, burned as it slowly sunk into the obscurity of the churlish water. Wreckage floated past, inanimate victims of the same tragedy. There was a distressed yell and Anacleta did her best to face the owner of the voice, yet her own circumstances were already daunting enough. However, still determined to help the caller, Anacleta quickly clasped on to the nearest floating object. This happened to be a splintery, charred piece of the ship.

Grasping desperately to the board in one hand, Anacleta promptly tried to unbuckle and slip off the shoes on her feet, The other survivor’s voice echoed over the water again, burning a fire in her soul and prompting her to move even quicker. The first shoe eventually released it’s hold on her foot and sank deeper into the dark water. The second shoe followed soon after. With a little bit more mobility and still clinging to the broken plank of wood, she began to paddle toward the source, her gaze flickering nervously toward any unfamiliar motion.

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@reallybigwords' Unfinished Work: Link
Building on @reallybigwords' Unfinished Work:

Margaret watched her father with awe, absentmindedly following him back to the kitchen. Excitement burned through her veins as they ate, absorbing every word her father had to say and letting her wild imagination run with the more fanatical of stories he told. He was back after all, and how could things be wrong when he was here? Yet, the excitement seemed to fade like the remains of campfire as he continued.

“I'll be leaving two days, again,” he admitted, a genuine sort of regretfulness flashing through his eyes.
The younger of the siblings were quick to complain, reasonably so; the feeling was a mutual one amongst the family present. Margaret, however, was the oldest and the most responsible, she had to be mature!

“Where are you going this time, Papa?” she asked, crestfallen, but still hopeful. Her mother gave her blonde hair a gentle stroke. Margaret usually loved it when her mom did so, but she was so disappointed at the announcement that she couldn't bring herself to enjoy the familial warmth.

Her father seemed relieved, in some regard, to be met with some support. He smiled gently, answering, “I'll be going two towns over, I was booked by a new entertainment company. Nothing too grand from the looks of it, but still good.” Margaret tried to smile too. It was her Papa afterall, and he left to display his magic tricks so that they could live comfortably.

“Did you learn any new tricks?” the youngest asked, some aspect of dinner stuck to nearly every part of his face. The true magic was how frequently this occurred; it was true talent.

“You know,” Papa smiled, a sort of mischievous glint in his eyes, “I think I just might have one to show you guys.” He stood, walking around the table to stand behind his son, before abruptly tickling him. The two other young ones, quickly joined in the fun, jumping from their chairs to return the favor to their father. He made a dramatic exclamation and began to wobble out of the kitchen - his movements hampered by the three children hanging on him. Their giggles echoing through the house as they tousled and played.

“Do you think he'll be gone long again?” Margaret asked, her gaze hopefully shifting to her mom. Her mom was always right about these sort of things. She just was!

Her mom ran her hand through her daughter's hair again, “Well, Margaret, he always returns doesn't he?” She nodded, and her mother continued, “Then, no matter how long he takes, then just know that he loves you so, alright?” Margaret nodded again, the heaviness in her heart lifted just slightly, remedied by the cool smoothness of the necklace she was given. Everything would be alright.

Daily: March 7th

Original by @Mali2424
I lay back, and close my eyes. I’d rather be reading, but only old people read at the pool. It’s been practically 5 minutes, which feels like an eternity, and I’m so bored. I’m about to open my eyes when a hand taps my shoulder. Dang. I wasn’t planning on interacting with PEOPLE today. I pretend to be asleep, and I’m certain they’ll figure out I’m faking.
“She’s asleep. This spot good?” Ugh. Even worse than I’d thought. Mikayla, the meanest girl in school. She’d been out to get me since second grade, when I’d beat her up after she’d teased my best friend, Kelly.
“So, I got some good stuff.” I recognize that voice. “Turns out, Shar has a diary.” I almost correct her, almost tell her it’s a journal, but remember at the last second that I’m faking sleep.
“Anything good?” Mikayla asks.
“Yeah, Kelly, tell us!” One of Mikayla’s goons. The traitor! Kelly’s hanging out with Mikayla’s MikMuffins? I tune out the conversation about all the secrets in my journal (of which there are none) until a squeal jerks me out of my thoughts.
“Eeeeeh! Guys, I just had a great idea!” It’s Toni, Mikayla’s right-hand lady. She lowers her voice, but I can still make out the words. “We have Sharon asleep and defenseless on her stomach, facedown, on a lounge chair. Think of all the possibilities!” I can just imagine Mikayla’s evil smirk.
“Oh, I’ve thought about them. I have a plan that’ll make her too ashamed to show her stupid little face again.”


Added portion by @BlushPink1 aka Blush
Words: 653

From this startle I had to make sure not to fall out of my fake sleep act - it was too big of a risk. Yet then again, I think it would be safer if I just left now, before they started on with their extravagant plans to yet again ruin my life. Honestly, doesn’t a person stop after a while, can’t they pick a new target? Why me? Why is it always me they choose to pick on?

I mean, I kind of know the answer to that one. I’m your average wannabe; with glasses too big for my face, and zits across my forehead. Enough ranting about me, and my problems - I need to decide what to do. Not realising how evil Mikayla could be, as I used to idolize her (more like still do), even though she did make fun of my bestie. I decided to stay put, and continue my sleeping act that they haven’t suspected yet. Knowing more about their malicious plan will help me avoid it.

Then Toni starts talking again, obviously trying to impress Mikayla.
“Hey! How about we push her into the water?” she whispered. Obviously that wasn’t good enough for Mikayla. If you’ve been on the receiving end of her pranks, you will know that she’ll stop at nothing to scare living cells out of you.
“No Toni. We need to think bigger.. One push into the water isn’t going to do anything. Are there any other ideas?”

I didn’t know what was going on with me. Why was I still lying there, pretending to be asleep when I had a chance to rescue myself, and leave this embarrassment for another day? My ego felt like it had something to prove, and my legs weren’t letting me get up either, so I decided to stick around for a while longer - hopefully until their plan was exposed or partially revealed.

Meanwhile, Mikayla was growing impatient with the ideas her “group” members were offering forward. None of them are cunning as she is to come up with a devious plan; they’re only friends with her for the popularity and attention - I mean, who wouldn’t?

“Ok guys. We need something good.. This should tell her to never mess with us or me again,” Mikayla continued coaxing everybody for ideas, and finally someone volunteered. Oh, you wouldn’t believe who it was.
“I read about Shar’s fears in her diary. Maybe we could use one of those for a base idea?”, Kelly responded, while getting an immediate sign of approval from Mikayla. How could she think? Why would she just betray me like that? I know I’m not popular whatsoever, but doesn’t my wild personality make me a fun and interesting person? I guess not. Without further pondering about my best friend, or anything happening right now. I decided to just get up and go for a swim.

It definitely took all of them for a surprise, but it was worthwhile to see their stunned faces looking at me. As I was passing by, I just managed to hear what they were muttering about.
“Do you think she heard us?”
“I doubt it, she’s a really deep sleeper,” and so went the conversation. Now thankful that I had escaped their wrath that was yet to come, I decided to practice some handstands. Soon enough I happen to hear Kelly’s fake laughter, and try to hold myself together. I do more handstands trying to ignore them, but this time, I accidentally bumped into Mikayla - how embarrassing. I mumble a quick apology, and move aside.

But then, it happens - the thing that's going to make me stay home for the rest of my life…

So Mikayla, if you’re out there, just know that you succeeded in running my life: taking away my best friend, making me insecure, and most of all, embarrassing me in public. I hope you have what you wanted.

my old writing (for daily 3/8)

In this current Earth, there are 8 billion Earthlings. They come in different sizes and shapes, packaged with different wrappings. Each Earthling is granted a different life. The distinct phase of an Earthling though, is when they reach the age of 18. This phase when they are ‘adults’. Shipped into the world, they filter into their assigned positions, and work long hours, before receiving a reward. Before it all begins all over again.

Except some don’t.

Some are stunted in their growth, destroyed or accidentally shattered in the process of manufacturing.

Others are left half-finished before being sent out into the world.

daily 3/8/22 - 617 words
original story by @Whimsy_lux: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=49#post-6098570
note: I didn't really proofread this after I finished it (I didn't feel like it ) so there might be some grammar issues, I'm not sure XD

He sprinted blindly through the trees, not even caring that branches were attacking him, the sharp twigs nearly blinding him. “WE ORDER YOU TO STOP,” the guards repeated. Charles shook his head, not slowing down, trying to tune out the soldiers. He listened closely, and heard hooves. “They have horses,” he muttered in annoyance, swerving randomly, hoping to keep the guards distracted for a moment.

Charles brought his dagger to Kyle's throat again, “Now, you listen to me this time,” he continued as Kyle raised an eyebrow. “It looks to me like you're outnumbered,” he replied with a wink. “Look, do you want to live or not?” Charles asked, frustrated. There was no answer from Kyle, so Charles took that as a yes. “Now, you are going to cooperate with me, and run as well, instead of resisting. It will also make my work much easier,” he continued with a sigh, “and remember, if you disobey, I always have this.” He waved the blade around tauntingly, allowing it to catch the moonlight, gleaming brightly in the dark forest. Kyle nodded fearfully, gulping slightly while trying to hide his fear from Charles.

Charles rolled his eyes and sprinted off again, with Kyle right in front of him, still held at knifepoint. Their speed only seemed to increase as they ran, perhaps a side effect of Charles' magic. They arrived before a small wooden cottage. Charles looked around cautiously for guards, in case they had an ambush planned, before entering the shack. He motioned silently for Kyle to follow.
When they entered the cottage, Kyle stared around in confusion. For what appeared to be the home, or at least the hideout, of a world-class criminal, it looked almost… normal. It had a couch, chairs, even a lamp casting a soft glow over the entire room. They moved into the kitchen, which was slightly less regular, containing jars with mysterious contents, labeled ‘frog eyes’ and ‘witch hair’. Charles noticed Kyle looking around and interrupted, “Rule number one: no touching. Rule number two: NEVER breathe a word about any of this, to anyone. I WILL find a way to hear about it, and when I do….” Charles trailed off, allowing the rule to finish itself. “Got it,” Kyle replied, “This doesn't exist.

”Good,“ Charles continued, ”Now that we got all that sorted out, we have to deal with the matter of…“ he paused, ”you,“ he finished distastefully, looking down on Kyle with disdain. ”I suppose I can't let you go now,“ he began to reach for the dagger as Kyle backed away slowly, ”BUT,“ he continued, ”I wonder now whether killing you is truly the best decision either…“ he pondered. ”How do I know you won't betray me, if I do allow you to live?“ he asked. Kyle paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to answer this question. ”Ummm,“ he stammered, ”I suppose you don't- you'll never have any way of knowing whether or not you can trust me, but I promise, if you allow me to live, it will not be in vain. I will be eternally grateful to you for sparing me,“ Kyle finished. Charles pondered some more, wondering whether he should truly spare the weak, incompetent Kyle. Something, though, kept stopping Charles from finishing him though, even though it would be so simple. What was Charles even thinking? Allowing someone aware of his secret to live?

”All right, fine,“ Charles decided, ”I will allow you to live, so long as you don't pester or betray me. And be warned: if you break these rules, I WILL find you." Charles exited the room, the matter settled in his mind, leaving Kyle standing in confusion.

Daily for March 7th! I used some of @-MyNewAccount-‘s writing! I wrote 411 words
I sit on the table, after preparing all the dinner myself, waiting for my dad to come eat it. Life is hard sometimes.
My memory goes back to the time that mom was here with us. Everything was easier. She did a lot for me - helping me study for my tests, explaining things I didn't understand, organizing school plays, leaving her job before she was supposed to be home with me… But now she is gone…
I hear footsteps. I better get up from my chair - dad is coming.
“Did you prepare rice with chicken?!” My dad growls. Oh-oh. This is going to be a tough night.
“I… I forgot…” I knew what he was going to do. He got his belt out…
My dad currently drinks. After what happened with my mom, he started to drink to “forget it ever happened”. His objective was quickly fulfilled, but he could not stop after that. He currently drinks one or two glasses of beer per day.
“Ouch!” I scream to myself.
“Now, you're going to bed without eating!” He screams. I was pretty accustomed to this…
I quickly obey him. I went to my room. It is very small. A plegable bed on a corner, a little desk, and some books. From now on, I refuse to call him dad. I'll refer to him as “he” or “him”.
“Him” is now coming upstairs. I quickly assemble the plegable bed, cover myself with the poor blanket and I pretend to be asleep. I hear “him” coming to my room, and I can see him (without him seeing me) peeking at my door.
“Everything in order…” He says very softly.
Then, he goes to his room. In contrast to mine, his room is very big. I'm currently sleeping where the guest room was. My old room is now locked. It was pretty comfortable…
Since mom died, life has been very difficult. Dad blames me because I insisted she to go to that concert. The truth is (she told me this before going) that she was very overwhelmed. Then I told her that she should go to the concert that middle school was holding that night. I also told her that I had a lot of things to study (of course, this was true) but she could tell me everything after.
After a lot of time speaking, I finally convinced her, and she said she was going to the concert to relax a bit.
But she never came back…
Because her car - her car did…
I cannot continue without pouring some tears.
Life has been tough without her, and it still is, though more than three years passed since then.
I’m still wondering why. She was a very good driver, she never did…
We did an autopsy. But it failed. We’ll never know what happened to her or why it happened…
Since then, “he” has been different.
I wonder why “he” changed.
Before this, “he” was very affectionate with me.
I think he also feels mom’s loss…
But actually, he shouldn’t be unburdened about mom’s loss with me.
But once again, actually, I was the one who insisted she to go there.
But once more, actually, it (was) her life. And I was just suggesting. Wasn’t I?
I - Maybe it’s my fault.
But, again, I couldn’t have known that that was going to happen.
But I could have foreseen this was going to happen. Could I?
I always wished I could be the perfect daughter. Or at least, a semi-perfect daughter…
And I was.
At mom’s eyes.
And I’m now an impediment to “his” eyes.
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As tears began to form in my already glassy eyes, I heard heavy foot steps thumping to my door. I dove under the covers as fast as I could, hoping it looked normal. I steadied my breathing and squeezed my eyes shut. I could hear my heart beating as I pulled my legs towards my chest. I heard the door open.
He stomped towards my small mattress, and threw the sheets off of me. I opened my eyes to see him standing there, a furious scowl on his face, clenching a glass of beer in his veiny hands.
“Please, I-”
“SILENCE!”
I hadn’t ever tried to run from him before, but I knew I had to now. This was the angriest I’d ever seen him. I leaped off my bed and ran for the door, but he grabbed my arm and dug his long nails into it. Disgusting, tangy beer splashes from the cup landed on my face as I tried to free myself from his grasp.
He yelled uncontrollably and slapped me right along the face. As I recovered quickly, used to it, he dragged me out the door and to the laundry room. I felt scrapes forming. He yanked open the double doors. I gasped as I realized what he was about to do. Our laundry room could be locked from the outside.
“You wouldn’t-”
“DON’T YOU DARE QUESTION ME!” He screamed. I felt his spit droplets land on my face.
He threw me into the laundry room. He knew exactly what he was doing. The laundry room was always cold, and he was leaving me there to sleep.
He grabbed his belt. I raised my hands towards my head as an electrifying pain flew through my nerves.
“NOW GO TO SLEEP!” He exclaimed. For a final effect, he dropped his empty glass on the floor, right next to me. I’m sure you can imagine what happened after that.
He slammed the door shut and clicked the lock. I picked at my skin, numb with pain. After all that he even considered doing, how could I consider him my dad?
I looked into the dryer. There was a washed blanket and a fluffy coat there. I arranged them to make a makeshift bed. I laid down. The blanket was thin, but it somewhat protected me from the cold. As I drifted off to a sorrowful sleep, I could’ve sworn I saw my mother there, telling me to push through.

Unfinished Story

It was a grey and cloudy morning. Mia was taking breakfast with her sister, Stephany and getting ready for school. Or that is what everyone in her neighborhood thought. Mia and Stephany lived in a big city called Colia, they were passing through dark times. The governor had lost his mind and wanted to declare war on the neighboring city. This had made things bad.
As the principal of the school was against this war she started teaching her students how to prevent it. So every Monday and Friday some students had a meeting with the principal where they planned how to stop war and learned how to protect themselves. And today the sisters will attend their first meeting.

“Are you sure this is safe?” asked Stephany to Mia “I don’t want us to get into trouble”
“Well, it’s risky but if we want dad to come back we need to do this” said Mia sadly. Their dad had left to fight in the war and they had been alone since that moment. “Now let’s go.”

The sisters walked to school and went to their classes. When the clock struck 12 everyone went to their break and the sisters headed to the science classroom, where the meeting was being held. When they entered the room they saw 15 other people inside. And a woman with blonde hair in a bun and blue shining eyes came to greet them.

“Ah, the new members! Welcome, welcome! As you already know I’m the principal but in these meetings call me Olivia” said the principal “Now let me introduce you to our other leader, Aden”

A tall boy with brown eyes and black hair walked towards them. “Pleasure to meet you ladies, my name is Aden. Please join us at the table” he said pointing to the center of the room.

The girls followed him and took a seat. Soon the meeting started. They asked the girls their reason for joining and they told them what they had been doing in past meetings. And what was their next plan.

“So you’re telling us that our school isn’t the only one in this alliance?” asked Stephany
“Exactly!” said one of the boys in the room “We are like three schools working together, and other people are also helping us.”
“This is a big deal girls, if we don’t make the governor change his mind things will go worse.” said Aden “Now, your work will be training for now. You will train with Alice.”

A girl with black long hair and blue eyes came towards them. “Hey! I’m Alice, leader of the attacking and defending group. I’ll be training you. Meet me at the gym at 4pm.”
The meeting continued and the sisters understood more about what was going on and how they could help. After leaving school they went back home to get ready for training. While Mia was getting their things ready Stephany was cooking some food for both of them.

“C’mon Mia, you need to eat something.” shouted Stephany “Now get down here!”
“I’m here.” Mia said as she entered the kitchen “Mmm! Tacos!”

The girls finished eating and went back to school, ready to begin with their training session. When they got there the school guard didn’t want to let them in, but after waiting some time Alice came and the guard gave them the keys to the gym.
“Does he know about the alliance?” asked Mia
“Yes, he is the one who has been giving us access to the gym and the science classroom.” answered Alice “Now show me what you know!”

As none of the girls had ever been in something like this before, training was difficult. But after an hour they were starting to understand. They finished the session and went back home. But what they didn’t know was that someone had been watching them.
After the sisters left the room, this mysterious person entered and walked towards Alice. He got closer to her and started applauding.

“Bravo Alice, it looks like you do know how to train someone.” said the man “I hope that you don’t train them too well. We don’t want them to defeat us, or you will be seen as a traitor.”
“Get away from me Chase! You know I don’t do this because I want!” screamed Alice “Let me refresh your memory. One year ago your men entered my house, kidnapped my parents and forced them to work for you! Later you told me that if I was your spy you would free us all! But my parents are still in your headquarters working for your monstrous cause!
“Dear you know, things take time. Now, I will come and check on you every few days. Au revoir! said Chase walking away

Alice stayed there thinking about what she could do to save her parents and at the same time work in the alliance. Without betraying them. As Chase had said he came every few days and saw the sisters’ training. They had got a lot better. But even if Alice wanted to show them more advanced things, she knew she couldn’t. Chase was still watching her. And this worried her a lot. Even to the point that Olivia noticed it. So she called the sisters to help her.

“Girls, I’m worried about Alice. She looks worried and restless.” said Olivia “I want you to see what’s bothering her and try to help her if possible.”
“Okay, we’ll see what we can do” said Mia as she and her sister walked out of the room.

The girls started looking for Alice but couldn’t find her. Until they went to the gym and found her talking with someone. They tried to see who it was but the glass didn’t let them see clearly. They finished talking and the guy was coming towards the door where the girls were hiding.

“Quickly hide!” said Stephany . They hid behind the door and saw that the guy had blonde hair and brown eyes. “Who is he?”
“I don’t know” answered Mia “Let’s go and ask Alice.”

The girls entered the gym and went to Alice. They asked her who the guy (Chase) was but Alice didn’t knew what to answer. So she said,
“Oh, he is no one. Don’t worry” said Alice “Now, I gotta go.”
Alice runned away and left the sisters there. In confusion.
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“Is he here?” Chase asked to the man next to him
“Not yet sir.” the man answered, “He should be here soon.”

Chase walked from one side to another. His soldiers had never seen their commander so nervous. As Chase kept walking, two soldiers brought a man who looked really bad. His clothes were all ragged and he looked restless and old. When the soldiers dropped him, Chase stopped walking and stood in front of him.

“Look who we have here!” exclaimed Chase laughing “The old Tom! How have you been old man!”
“Aren’t you ashamed Chase?” said the man “Just look at you. What have you become? If only she could see you, she’d be so disappointed.”
“Don’t you dare say that!” yelled Chase “Don’t you dare talk about her in my presence!”

Chase gave him a slap in the face and told the soldiers to take him away. After all his guards left, all the power and confidence that he had shown disappeared. They were replaced with fear and nervousness. But no one could blame him. After all he was coming, and he was the only one Chase feared.

Back in the city, Alice was at her apartment. She was sitting on her couch looking at the sky. Thinking about what had happened earlier. She had lied to her friends and Chase had found her. Her life couldn’t get any worse, right?

“What should I do?” thought Alice “I can’t let them win! And he needs to pay for what he did! He betrayed me! But I can’t tell anyone. It’s dangerous! Ugh this really sucks!”

She went to sleep thinking about her parents and the one that had betrayed her.
Meanwhile back with Chase things weren’t that good. He was there and he wasn’t happy.

“How is our spy doing?” He asked
“Uhm not so bad sir!” answered Chase “She knows her position in this”
“Good, good!” laughed the mysterious voice “Now tell me the reason for your failure. You needed to take down five schools last week. And how many did you took down?”
“None sir…” Chase muttered “B-but..”
“I don’t want excuses!” He yelled “Now leave and do what you have to do!”
“Yes sir…”
“And one more thing… Don’t fail me again!”
“Yes sir, as you say…”

Chase left the room, sweating in fear. If he failed again, he wouldn’t stand a chance. He might kill him! Chase knew he needed to take schools down, if not their alliance would grow. But how could he do it? They were just really strong! While he became a nervous wreck the sisters were in their house talking about what had happened with Alice.

“That guy definitely has something to do with the state Alice has been in.” Mia said “If only we could know who he was and why he was talking to Alice.”
“We may not know, but if Alice isn’t telling us and Olivia she must have a good reason.” Stephany said “Now, we only need to wait for her to tell us, and we should trust her.”
“You’re right, but that doesn’t mean we won’t check on her. Olivia gave us that task.”
“And we’ll do it.”

Someone may complete this for their March 8th Daily:

(Btw, Panther, Licorice and Midnight are few month old kittens)

It was a wonderful sunny day where Panther, Licorice and Midnight were having fun in the yard. Everything was perfect. There was a slight breeze, the children of the house were cuddling the kittens and there was plenty of food and water. The only thing was that the owner’s girlfriend wasn’t there.

“Where’s the lady?” asked Licorice.

“I have no idea. Maybe she went to go get food for us.” said Midnight.

“I hope so! There’s not that much food left.” said Panther. An hour or so later, a car pulled up the driveway. The woman who lived in the house came out of the car, opened the trunk and pulled out a cage. The cats heard clucking noises coming from the cage when the trunk was closed.

“What is that?” asked Licorice.

“And what noise is it making?” asked Panther.

“I don’t know, but I’ll find out.” said Midnight. She followed the lady, who was heading to the barn, and started meowing.

“What is it kitty?” asked the lady. Midnight kept meowing.

“Oh, do you want to know what’s in here?” said the lady, pointing at the cage. Midnight thought yes and started meowing more. The lady did not show her what was in it. The strange noises continued in the cage. When

When the lady reached the barn, she went into a part of it that was recently fixed up. She opened the cage and out went 4 birds more than twice the size of Midnight! ‘What are those things?’ she thought. She examined them for a minute and then raced back to her sisters.

“Guys, Guys!” she yelled. “I saw these brown birds coming out of the cage and… and… they were quite a large size!”

“Bigger than squirrels?” said Panther and Licorice at the same time.
“Yes, about twice, or maybe three times as big!” said Midnight.

“Whoa!” The two said, fascinated.

“I know. We have to keep an eye on them to make sure they are not here to k!ll us.” said Midnight.

Adding on to hop's story for the daily yay! :D

Hers is at https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=11#post-6080475 check it out!

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Aspen turned right after the corner and onto yet another busy street. Everything was so normal for everyone! She wondered if anyone else was hiding their excitement about the hearing. All the hustle and bustle on this street surprised Aspen. It wasn't that there weren't that many customers there, there just usually weren't /that/ many. She knew something was going on. Most of the people were at the bookstore, Aspen noticed. Her heart jumped and she froze for just a split second. That was where you got all of the information about the elite society. The bookstore owner knew one of the leaders there, and sometimes answered questions to curious children hoping to become a member when they got older and entered their teen age. It was when most people who were requested for a hearing got their letters. Aspen rolled her shoulders and told herself not to worry. Nothing was happening, it would all be fine. But as she approached, she saw that it was not fine. She saw many adults, a lot of them moms that she knew, and they were yelling, and the bookstore manager had his hands up.
“Look, I know I have information about this stuff, but it is classified who got letters and I have no control over it. I know none of the people.” he said.
“LIAR!” Yelled out one of the parents.
“My kid should have gotten in!” yelled another. They were all pushing through.
“We know that letters were recieved today, it's been leaked!” Many more shouted. “Tell us what happened!” A rather stuck-up heavier lady who Aspen reccognized from being certain her son would get in yelled:
“Come on, we need to settle this now. My child deserves to be in that little program. This is a disgrace!” Many others shouted similar things while bystanders watched the crowd in awe. The bookstore owner pushed the crowd out and sighed, locking his door. This was a surprise to Aspen, and she froze again. The bookstore owner had never had any problems, and she felt bad. Was it getting that serious from a friend that he had? Well, she couldn't do much about it now.Then she walked out and away in a hurry with her head down and bowed. She didn't need anthing else like that in the day. But as she walked briskly with a slight breeze blowing the hair out of her face, the gears in her head were turning and turning very quickly. This was so chaotic, and her family must know. They would be waiting to see if she got a letter. That wasn't good. She didn't want anyone else to get their hopes up for her, especially her family because, well, that would make her a dissapointment to herself and the family, no matter what anyone said. Sge wouldn't be good enough, shouldn't be good enough, didn't even deserve to get a hearing! An there was no way she was going to get past that. And with her brother being asked and everything… This was trouble. But, she would have to go through it. She had no other choice, except for highly unreasoable things like running away. She took a deep breath in and held that breath, hoping everything would be okay and opening the door hoping to walk through without being noticed.

don't you just LoVe when I leave you on cliffhangers? :D

March 8th Daily

This story is a continuation of an unfinished story by @jamient which can be found here https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6098490/
Word Count: 437

My dreams fill with the memories I’ve tried so hard to avoid. Everything about my family, my clan, my past, it all comes bubbling back. Images swirl through my mind until finally one crops up that’s just too much.
The day that- that-
No. I won’t relive this. I won’t.
Despite the influence of the dart, I force myself back in to a conscious state. Well, perhaps not entirely conscious, but at least I’m back in control of my thoughts.
I open my eyes, expecting to be blinded by light, but instead the unfamiliar surroundings are dimly lit.
The first thing I see, as I blearily blink my eyes, is Revel. His hair is completely dry now, making it look incredibly soft, if still slightly disheveled. Not that that matters, of course.
Anger surges through me as I look at him. How dare he come disrupt the quiet life I’d made for myself. How dare he, however unintentionally, force me to relieve the memories I’d long repressed. How dare he try to drag me back in to the life I’d left behind.
“Who do you think you are?” I demand, my voice rising with every syllable.
“Quiet, now, darling,” Revel replies, leaning back against the chair he’s sitting in. That just makes me angrier.
“Quiet? I’ll be as loud as I want! You just knocked me out! Brought the stolen Li-“
Suddenly he’s on his feet, a hand over my mouth. I’m so distracted that I almost don’t hear what he says. “Are you mad, Lucifer? I said be quiet for a reason! There are people upstairs, you know.”
He removes his hand from my mouth and I take a breath, trying to refrain from shouting.
“No, no I do not know,” I reply coolly. “I don’t even know where we are. Because someone knocked me out. And it’s Lux.”
“Would you get over it already?” He asks. I don’t know if he’s referring to the part about being knocked out or my name. “We have more important things to worry about. Like how pretty I am. And the Lightsword.”
“I told you, I don’t want anything to do with that thing-“
“Want or not, you’re going to have to. You’re the only one who can use it, as inconvenient for both of us as that is.”
“Look. I’m not using the darn sword. I’m not taking part in another coup. I’m done with that life, you hear me? Done.”
“That’s a shame,” a voice says from the doorway, which I never heard open. “Seeing as that life has found you.”
The Clan of Light.
They’re here.