Daily #8:
My Story:
I walk down the corridor quietly. Torches line the walls, illuminating the passageway with dim light and casting tall shadows across the cobblestone walls. I keep a firm grip on my scroll and pull the hood of my cloak over my face. If I am being followed I do not want my pursuer to know who I am. Well I don't want them to know what I look like, if they have found me all the way down here it’s likely they would know all my allies’. I pretty much have the word retromagus written all over me and if their knowledge isn’t enough my looks will be. I am all over wanted posters and my clothing is quite distinctive.
I pick up my pace, walking as fast as I can around a bend. I stop abruptly to search and listen for anyone hiding but all I can hear is the quiet scatter of mice. I walk over to a divot in the wall and take one last look of my surroundings before pressing my fingertips onto a grey stone. It looks almost identical to the ones around it, only a little larger which is what gives it away to me. It moves back into the wall and I move my hand away. “Yawetag Nepo” I whisper under my breath and the wall slides away. A low groan echoes around the room as the stones scrape together eventually coming to a stop. I squeeze through the new opening, just able to fit before making it into a small room. “Esolc” I say with a confident whisper, flicking my hands together. The opening begins to close, causing similar scraping noises until it once more looks the same as before I had touched it.
I wait for a few minutes in the dark room. The air is stale and cold. I read over the scroll making sure I am in the right place. Of course it would be almost impossible for me to be in the wrong place but it takes my mind off the time.
I don't get to ponder on it for long though because soon there is a flash from the corner of the room. I lift up my arm to shield my eyes and let them adjust to the new light in the room. A room with a man standing in the corner, a man i have never seen.

Life Of Simply Liliya


Chapter . 1
Do I regret today? Yes.

It was a calm Sunday, As dunchi, My cat was sitting on my lap
I sighed, I was never good at studies so I had to switch schools very that often…
I mean I was not like VERY BAD but I needed to catch up like very soon-
And the first day almost always is the worst- Not Gonna lie because –
Just not going to lie but anyhow the last school was really difficult ppl mocked me for supposing ly be stupid and it hurts now I loved to draw and when I was drawing a photo. They just threw it in the trash-

My dad was always disappointed with me but my mom supported me at least-
Well more later cause I have gotta pack my backpack for tomorrow
*Head to tomorrow*


I jumped out of my bed because this is the last time I’m going to be mocked!
I brushed and got ready waved goodbye to dunchi
And went in the car.
As soon as I reached school
I saw a girl mocking others, If I hadn’t decided to change I would have ignored it But again this was not normal Or even nice I rushed in and pushed the girl- Who to my surprise just went flying away down the stories crying at that point I felt bad because I didn’t know what was happening

The 5 girls who were being mocked looked at me happily and thanked me
I gave out a suttered since this was new and unusual of me ’Your welcome’ And feld from there, I rushed to the girl’s bathroom where I met the mean girl again, , She She ignored me and simply said,;Keep away'
I think she was the bully in the school, Later in class, I found out her name was Casey but she wanted everyone to call her Best of the best, I scoffed, Like who even does that! I was shocked during the classes, That I wasn’t stupid! Now that was a relief …
At last! Lunch Break!
( UNDONE FOR DAILY!)352 words

zai’s first portal :smirk: {} 03.08
word count: two hundred something

You, the amazing zesty polar bear, are resting peacefully in your solitary mountain cave when you feel a sharp thunk on your head. “Who dare interrput the amazing polar bear’s beauty sleep?” you think irritably.

As you lift your head, you hear a clatter to the side. Turning to see what it was, you find yourself holding a shiny, intricate golden key.

All irritation vanishes as you realize that Chief Adventurer Luna has finally stopped being lazy and sent a bird up to give you your key! How fantabulous!

You pick up the key with your paws (or whatever it is that polar bears have) and take it to first the mysterious door behind you, black as obsidian and etched with silver runes. As you stick the key into the keyhole, the door begins to shimmer with all the colors of the spectrum- a rainbow, if you will. The door swings open, leaving you staring at the endless abyss to the promise of another world.

You debate your next step, until the promising smell of lasagna reaches your nostrils. At this, you drop all belongings, and leap into the portal to worlds beyond.

Blue was casually walking in the forest when he found an old hut. Blue went inside and realized the hut was owned by a witch. The witch captured Blue and force him as her slave. Blue kept thinking everyday on how to escape from the hut but it seemed impossible because the witch always seem to know where he wants to go. One day, Blue was frustrated to continue working for the witch that he kicked a tile off, which revealed a trapdoor. Blue tried pulling the trapdoor but it was rusted. After hours of pulling, the trapdoor opened and Blue went inside without hesitation, not knowing if there was any danger or risk by going into the trapdoor. (unfinished daily from March 6th)

this is my weekly, hope you enjoy.




PART I

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Pastoral Poetry
The door opened
Exposing a hurricane of vibrant color
Rushing into the man’s eyes
Whose smile comes as he hears the animals’ cry
The sun rises slowly
Smiling down on the animals and hills
Scaring away any cold chills
The breeze whisks joyfully through the atmosphere,
Running and jumping as a dancer,
The sky clear,
The man’s dog running beside him,
Him patting her,
As the day passes,
The sun shining,
No dogs whining,
Bright days go
On and on
(80 words)

Soliloquy
Kindness is something in life,
Not necessary to life,
However life seems to make kindness necessary,
For what is life without kindness?
Rude men and women,
Crude old men,
Surely it makes it more enjoyable,
But it is not a rule we must all follow in order to live,
We need water,
Food and shelter to survive,
Nothing else,
Perhaps a heartbeat,
But kindness?
Should we be kind? No.
Kindness only is extra work,
Words or actions unneeded,
What would this world be without these words and actions?
More efficient?
No, more cranky.
In order for us to not go mad,
There must be kindness,
Therefore we must be kind,
Kindness is necessary in life.
(115)

Sonnet (Shakespearian time inspired)
The heartthrob of heartbreak is a rude awakening,
Of a wonderful, luscious dream,
One of which you acquire the things you wanted,
However we come back to reality,
Seeing things as they are,
Dull and hard,
Unlike what most men say,
True love can break,
My heart like a china plate,
Easily shattered, never to be repaired,
I would easily give up my life for my country,
My mother, brother, father, sister,
But to be saddened by a man,
I think not,
I have fought my own wars,
But do not intend to fight in love again,
My heart still beats,
Yet I have been defeated,
For I have not spilled wine on my dress,
I am bleeding love.
(119)

Haiku
I fall endlessly,
Arms catch me and I am safe,
It is you I trust
(15)

Epitaph
The darkness does not last forever, for the sun comes. I will rise from the ashes.
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PART II

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Essay – “Ballet is not a sport…”
As a ballerina I hear many times, “ballet is not a sport” or on the other hand, “ballet is a sport.” Ballet is constantly being compared to football, soccer, basketball, and volleyball. The great debate is whether ballet is a sport or not. Is the classical, pretty, tu-tu art considered a sport?
First, we should cover the similarities of ballet and sports. Both are extremely athletic. In many sports, it requires arm, leg, and core strength and in great amounts. In basketball, you must be versatile, being able to shoot baskets, make passes, run quickly, and think quickly on your feet. Another example in football, football requires extreme body strength. The ability to not give in to pressure, the ability to run quick, or block, or throw the ball. These things all take amazing strength. Have you ever seen the special ballet shoes? They are called pointe shoes. Ballerinas wear them and go up on their toes all the way, balancing and doing elaborate steps wearing them. Ballerinas must have extremely strong slow twitch muscles and lots of core strength, which enables them to dance for hours at a time and balance on the pointe shoes. Other similarities are, both cost high expenses, buying gear and practice equipment and both careers are often short-lived, only lasting ten to fifteen years due to the tax on their bodies. However, the difference between the two is in sports, the objective is to win. At my ballet studio, we focus on presenting a present to the audience, and bringing them joy. I’m not saying sports players do not want their fans to be happy, however, ballerinas sole purpose is to bring the audience joy and happiness. Many ballerinas work for non-profit organizations and do not get paid much. Those who are in the professional business are not there because they disliked their job, it is because it is their true passion. Ballerinas spend thousands of dollars per year just for tights and leotards, and spend $100,000 dollars on solely pointe shoes; however most dancers only make $36,000 dollars per year. Sad realities of ballet are eating disorders because of the push to be light, bone problems due to strain, and sleep deprivation. However, through all of these things, they enjoy their job, and do it to bring the audience joy. We dance to express, not to impress.
Dance is not a sport. Ballerinas do not want to win anything. They give up their own time, money, and bodies in order to bring their watchers happiness. Sports and ballet are quite similar, taking time and dedication, requiring strength, however the goal is different. They perform at very low wages for people’s enjoyment. They spend years and years of training, and spend thousands and thousands of dollars each year. It is taxing on their bodies, yet they continue for the joy and happiness of anyone who comes to their show. They know it is hard and rough, but it is truly their passion. Again, ballet is not a sport.
(506)

PART III

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MARISSA
The moon is up, we cannot stay here long.

NJION
May I ask why?




MARISSA
Because this is what happens in moonlight.





KIRA
Are you alright?

NJION
Yes, just a bruise, perhaps I should take a break. I think they are guarding the door at the far end of the room. If you could get in there, perhaps you could get the crystal.

KIRA
I’m sure you’re right. I’ll try my best to relay the idea to Marissa.




MARISSA
I’m afraid this is not working, got any other ideas?

KIRA
No, there are too many of them, and they are too large for me to handle.

NJION
Use magic! grekin, jirken, broudo.

KIRA and MARISSA together
Grekin, jirken, broudo!



MARISSA
It’s working, push in now!

KIRA
Come on!






NJION
Kira? Marissa?





KIRA (reaching for small crystal)
What is this?

MARISSA
That is what you two are looking for, is it not?

NJION (speaks as Kira shrugs)
Yes, it is. Why did you scream when you entered the room?

KIRA
We screamed? You did too, we weren’t going to say anything though.

MARISSA
It must have been the crystal. It has odd effects on those who seek it. You should get moving. It is almost twilight and things only get worse from here.




MARISSA
Our trouble isn’t over yet.



KIRA
When did they come?

NJION
Our screams must have drawn them or something!

MARISSA
No time to die now!






NJION
You are so welcome. Let’s go, like Marissa said, we don’t have much time.






NJION
Why is this so important?

MARISSA (with a sigh)
It holds power. Most people are drawn to that if you haven’t noticed. It has the power to manipulate objects, and if you aren’t careful, it could take over you.

KIRA (with a scoff)
I’m sure it could. We need to go, we have four more of these to collect.

MARISSA
I see. This is my warning to you. Be careful. Power corrupts if you are not careful. I surely hope you prove me wrong, however I have not seen this temptation fail once.

NJION
We will be careful. Thank you for your assistance. It is greatly appreciated. We do however have a mission to fulfill and quickly. Our lives do not depend on it, but our money does.

MARISSA
May the wind be at your backs, and your swords be sharp. Safe travels my friends.


(705)

PART IV

Many days I wake up promptly at six o’clock and I get started on my day. The first thing I always do is go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and hair. After retrieving my tea from the kitchen (my caffeine source) and I sit down to meditate. This helps me get ready for the day, because often my days involve lots of school and later, I usually go to dance.
At around seven o’clock, I start school (I’m homeschooled) and I usually start with history. After that, I do math, then English. Next I do my Science. All the while, listening to my favorite songs. At around twelve o’clock I take a break and eat some lunch, and watch a show or play some video games with friends. I only take around a thirty minute break and then I get back to work and do some of the homework that is assigned to me. I try to get that done within around an hour to an hour and a half and then I get ready for dance class. Preparing for class includes putting your hair up in a bun, getting on your leotard, and eating well before, because I will be gone for over five hours. I take three classes one day and the next I take two. It is very hard work, however I love dancing and most likely won’t stop until I graduate.
At night when I get home, I am very hungry, so I eat a snack and then take my hair down and get dressed for bed. I will watch a show again, and reflect on what happened that day. I especially like to do this in my bed, where I can snuggle with my cat and write in my diary. I will also sometimes do extra homework in my bed, if I do not get to bed too late, which is most of the time. I try to go to bed by around nine o’clock and actually fall asleep at ten. I enjoy my days, but am always happy to be back in my bed, and getting ready for the next day. Things I have learned from waking up that early are so rewarding, and hard work does pay off. I am a straight A student and love school and all that I do.
The sun rises in the morning, and I start over again, school, dance, go get coffee…


Brooklyn and Annie were yelling at each other. It had all started just minutes ago, when Brooklyn had kindly suggested they do something else other than what Annie’s sister, Katie wanted. A fight had broken out, and Annie claimed Brooklyn had no feelings. Many others watched the argument, extremely amused.
“Whatever,” Annie had said.
“Annie, you can’t just walk away.” Brooklyn shouted back. Annie smirked.
“You can’t do that to my sister then!” Brayden, Brooklyn’s brother stepped in between them.
“Annie,” he began, “You need to calm down.”
Annie’s eyes filled with fire, “No I don’t.” Brayden placed his hand on her shoulder calmingly and looked at her intently.
“Don’t act like that to my sister.” He finally said in a warning tone. Annie’s anger surged. She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him violently.
“Don’t! Touch! Me!” she screamed. Brayden stood up straight, and looked down at Annie threateningly.
Brayden, Brooklyn, and some of their friends ran off, chuckling. They ran away and then all sat down in a circle, laughing and talking.
The next week they arrived at school, where the argument had taken place. They went outside for recess and a teacher stood outside, watching them.
“Hey,” Brayden said, “what’s with the teacher?” Brooklyn gave Annie a dirty look.
“Because of the fight last week, we are under constant teacher supervision.” She said.
“It isn’t my fault,” Annie protested. Everyone looked at her with a leering eye.
“Annie, once we get home, I will…” one of her friends began, but then glanced at the teacher.
Later in the gym that day, Annie began throwing basketballs at Brayden, unprovoked. Brayden kindly asked her to stop, and slowly time after time became more aggravated.
She did not stop and a tear ran down Brayden’s face. The class bell rang and everyone but a friend and Brooklyn came. They sat with Brayden, who was crying on the stairs.
“I’m not crying because it hurts,” he said, covering his head, “it’s because she wouldn't stop.”
“I’m sorry,” the friend said, “I can talk to her about it if you want.”
“We should go to class.” Brooklyn said, patting her brother lovingly on the back. The friend smiled at Brayden, who tried to smile back. The friend hugged him and kindly waited for him at the classroom door.
In the classroom, they all galred fiercely at Annie, sitting angrily at their desks.
(807)


TOTAL WORDS COUNT: 2388
Writing Software: Google Docs
Weekly: 3-10

DAILY (8 MARCH 2022)
Og writing: @opheliio
Continued by: @nwrsery

Total words (the one I continued): 1,345 words
Total words (w @opheliio’s writing): 1,510 words
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(@opheliio’s writing)
Newspaper clippings crowd her floor. So many, piles upon piles of stories. Photos. Cold cases. Anything that could possibly be related to him.
Anything that could possibly be related to me.
As they scour the room, looking for evidence to use against her, one in their team stands apart.
“This isn’t right.” Their voice rings through the room, making it colder somehow. “Something’s missing. This is—was more than a story to her. It was an obsession.”
Someone doubts them, you can sense it in the air. But he holds his tongue, not daring to voice any concern of his. Second guessing them never turns out well, and I should know.
Unfortunately, not everyone does.
“How would you know that?” An intern, not well acquainted with the inner workings of this team. Without the knowledge that while this member of the team isn’t the leader, they call the shots. They make the rules.
They turn on him. “I’m the one who brought you here, all of you, and you doubt it?”
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(My part continuing her writing)
Everyone was startled. The room was silent with only echoes coming from downstairs. It was a boy. Angry at his grandmother, or known as the president he left the house earlier than supposed.
“You’ll see… grandmother, you’ll REGRET this.”
Little do you know, the news mentioned earlier was about a murderer on the loose, they have successfully assasinated the president. When they checked it properly, it was correct. It felt that it was timed and someone had planned it or something called time traveling. The room was confused, they checked on the boy and he was back at his house. As if, the story did not make sense together.
“Ring, ring, ring….”
A detective was then called by an anonymous user. They interviewed each of the members in the house and the story still did not piece together, it was obvious that everyone lied about something, and had a grudge against their grandmother.
“The story just doesn't add up, can you review to me, John, about what happened the entire night, we’ll talk to the members who we find lying— and hopefully, they’ll tell the truth.”
Finally, the story started piecing together like a puzzle and the ultimate conclusion and story plot of what happened. The death of their grandmother was 10pm, just before bed time. They were having a celebration that night because grandmother was going to New York for over a year because of issues so they came together and celebrated one last time.
What happened last night was, Maria and Lea, the 10 year old twin sisters, arrived the earliest, just at 6pm. Jeanne, the youngest, and Paulo, the oldest son, arrived just at 6.30pm. Jade, the middle sister, Chris, the youngest brother, Luke, the middle brother at 6.45pm. Teresa and Ronald, their parents arrived at 7pm sharp. Teresa and Ronald met up with grandmother to ask about the plans. They asked for a check for 1 million dollars for their kid’s school fee. Grandmother rejected it and said that she would pay for it herself. “Oh, alright mother— but, you’ll see what’s going to happen because you rejected education for your own GRANDCHILDREN”, shouted Teresa. Ronald slowly dragged Teresa out of the room and whispered, “Don’t be rude to your own mother, we’ll find a way, hopefully soon…” The rest of the children were together, they were dancing and singing. Grandmother met up with each one of them, one at a time, asking about them, sort of like interviewing or just a quality time between each other. Except Paulo, he went earlier to find out if he will inherit grandmother’s business, house, money, and cars. All they heard was “You’ll see…” when the rest of the children were in the lounge room.
At the end before they went to bed, Maria and Lea helped grandmother to her bedroom. Grandmother asked to go to the bathroom, when she came out. It was like an appearance changed. The twins were confused, but just continued.
“Grandmother? Are you alright? You suddenly feel—- sad.”
“I’m alright girls, go to bed, please”, said her grandmother.
The twins said goodbye to their grandmother as they went to bed. Teresa went off to the other building beside the house because she was angry, her grandmother knew she wanted to use the money for something else, but not for her children’s education.
The next morning, grandmother passed away. There was a hole on the glass, it seemed like it was a sniper shot.
“Grandmother—- she acted weird last night, I don’t know what happened. I’m really sad right now”, cried Maria. Lea brought Maria back to her room and teared up.
The funeral was held at noon, in grandmother’s garden, everyone showed up. They all brought their bouquets and said their goodbyes.
However, there was a shadow looking over to the family. Teresa turned and the shadow disappeared like ashes. She ignored it either way.
The day of the inheritance reading came by that day’s tomorrow, everyone showed up on the lounge and sat down together. John, the detective’s assistant, opened the seal and started reading. “I have chosen this because I wanted to, and I do not regret my decisions at all, the house, money, business, everything goes to—–”, everyone closed their eyes as the final word. “… Maria and Lea.” Everyone was shocked and they ran forward to check and it was true. Maria and Lea, the 10 year old sisters were given the inheritance and over $1,000,000 dollars. The presidency even went to Maria and Lea! Maria and Lea were confused, they ran outside with the detective.
“Detective, we didn’t know— I’m so sorry, we never wanted these”, replied Lea
“It’s alright Lea, the investigation will hopefully be over soon, let’s take a walk Maria and Lea, together, with John to the garden, I want to tell you something”, said the detective.
John informed that it was someone that night that went to another building and took the shot, they went with a few other people, around 3 people. The detective suspected that it was 2 family members, and 2 outside people. The outside people then were discovered and now they just needed to find out the 2 family members who planned this.
Maria and Lea went to the detective saying they saw someone who looked like grandma last morning when they were walking around.
After a few days of waiting and weeks even, the detective found out what happened and called the family back to the lounge room.
He mentioned that everyone will go in a glass, bullet penetrable box so that the murderer will not escape or loose. After everyone did, he started…”
“Teresa, Robert, Paulo, you all three went to grandmother earlier, am I right? They definitely mentioned something that you didn’t like and you got angry, Paulo, you were left outside at your house, but when we rewound the cameras, you came back, then—–”Paulo was shocked by the big accusation from the detective.
“Dude, are you telling the truth or something? As we know, you can lie, and who even hired you? What if you are the murderer yourself?”, replied Paulo.
“I’m not finished yet. Maria, Lea, you saw Teresa left the building to another place, oh well, the place where she went had a direct hole to grandma’s room. And what did you say again to grandma?”
“W-wait, so it was mom and Paulo?”, asked Jade.
“I’m afraid so, Jade, Maria, Lea, Robert, Chris, Luke, Jeanna, we will free you. Thank you for your cooperation.” said the detective.
“Knock, knock, knock….”
The detective opened the door and there was grandma.
“Grandma! I thought you were dead?” asked Jeanne.
“Well, I am a president after all, I always have a double agent. I overheard Teresa talking with Paulo about it so I knew and put a double agent disguised as me.”
Maria asked, “So that’s why you were acting weird and your appearance is a little different!”
“Exactly, Maria. You and Lea will have the inheritance for I have to leave, forever in around 1 week. I got cancer a few years ago and never told you, and this week’s the week I’m forever gone.” responded grandmother.
“Thank you detective for helping out, Teresa and Paulo, you are both arrested and sent to jail for life, this was attempted murder to the president.”, said grandma.
1 week later
Grandma passed away for real this time. Everyone mourned and remembered what grandma said, to always have all ears, and think twice before something occurs.
Teresa and Paulo eventually passed away in prison, Maria and Lea became very successful and was announced as president for over 20 years. They were one of the best presidents in the world.
For the others, Jade, Robert, Chris, Luke, Jeanne, they worked under Maria and Lea, they also became successful. Maria and Lea passed away from a disease. Jade, Robert, Chris, Luke passed away from old age. Jeanne was assassinated when she was 50 years old at the podium.

March 8th (Daily)
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This was an unfinished storyline from Blue. Below is how I continued it after the first part.

Unfinished Story:
Blue was casually walking in the forest when he found an old hut. Blue went inside and realized the hut was owned by a witch. The witch captured Blue and force him as her slave. Blue kept thinking everyday on how to escape from the hut but it seemed impossible because the witch always seem to know where he wants to go. One day, Blue was frustrated to continue working for the witch that he kicked a tile off, which revealed a trapdoor. Blue tried pulling the trapdoor but it was rusted. After hours of pulling, the trapdoor opened and Blue went inside without hesitation, not knowing if there was any danger or risk by going into the trapdoor.

Continued Storyline:
Blue walked cautiously in fear, hoping not to get caught by the witch. He heard a weeping after walking for an hour, “Who's there?” He yelled out. The weeping stop and a scared sound came out instead, “Who are you?” Blue walked faster and saw that the trapdoor was actually a tunnel, at the end of the tunnel is a young kid with a chain on his ankle. Blue tried to assure the kid that he isn't anyone evil, “I'm Blue by the way. What's your name? And how did you end up here?” The kid wiped his eyes and said, “I'm Rick. I'm 6 years old. And I was just walking at night until I found an old hut and went in there to rest, then the next day when I woke up, I found myself in here! I am stuck here for so long I don't even know what year is it!” Rick wailed.

Blue knew he had to help him, “It's the year March 2022. When were you kidnapped?” He asked the little boy, “Oh then I've been here for 4 months.” Blue patted the kid and said, “It's ok now, I'll get you out as soon as I can.” Rick's eyes shone with delight, “Really?” Blue smiled, saying, “Yes, now come on. We're not wasting anymore time.”

Blue tried his best to untie the chains around Rick's ankle, it was hard to untie, but easy to be freed. Soon, Blue and Rick were looking for another secret tunnel when they heard the witch's voice, “Where are you, my little children…” Rick was so terrified he started crying while Blue started thinking what to do, if they waste more time, they will be held prisoners for a lifetime. Panicked, Rick accidentally trip over a rock and landed straight in a hole that never appeared before. Blue was shocked and jumped in the hole without any hesitation. The landing for Blue was somehow soft, even though when Blue touched the ground, it was solid hard as a rock. Blue got up and called, “Rick! Rick! Where are you?” From a very far distance, Blue can hear a tiny whisper, “Blue, I'm here!!” Then it was followed by a large scream. Blue panicked and ran towards the source of the sound, finding Rick being held by a tall man holding a knife to his neck. Blue knew, that he has meet someone powerful.

“Hello, kiddo. What are you two doing here all alone in this dark, spooky cave?” Blue thought, “So this is the cave under the hut, no wonder the witch has so many gold whenever I cleaned her bedroom!” Blue steadied himself and said confidently, trying to hide to quiver in his voice, “What do you want from us? You know we've been kidnapped from the witch!” The man suddenly let go of Rick, and stood there in frozen. “I never knew, you two were kidnapped by the witch. Also, you there, young boy.” The man suddenly pointed to Rick, “You remind me of my youngest son who likes to play alone in the forest, and was lost around 4 months ago.” Rick eyes widened, as he realized who the man was, “Dad! I'm sorry I should've listened to you!” The father and son embraced each other with a hug, then the man looked at Blue, “Hello, you must be the guy who protected my son.” Blue smiled, still unsure to trust the man with all those weapons, “Yeah. And may I know why do you have so many weapons? You made me think you're a serial killer!” The man laughed, “Many people thinks that way, but I'm a hunter. I used to hunt animals for my family's living. But ever since the witch captured my oldest son. I vowed to kill that witch after the police investigated the hut and found my son's body.” Blue started thinking, “So you've been searching the cave under the hut for any lost children?” The hunter smiled, “Yes, and I'm so glad my son is safe. I thought I'll lose him like my other sons.” Rick jumped happily, “I can't wait to see Mum!! I wonder how she looks like!” The man turned to Blue, “It's time for us to go, hope to see you again, Blue.” When they were about to go, the man turned around and said, “Oh yeah, forgot to mention. My name is Ethan, stay safe!” With that, he was gone.

Ever since that day, Blue felt he heard the name “Ethan” before and he was a hunter too. Did Blue meet the man before? Maybe, maybe not. Also, why doesn't anyone in the world know who are Rick and Ethan? Blue started to wonder if they actually existed in the world.

796 words

unfinished writing for 8th march's main cabin daily
useless note: i imagine stella and pheonix as giulia and luca from the movie luca (it is not their appearances though-)
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The night wind blew harshly as I walked on through the now purple sky. The water was cold and the stars could be faintly visible. After being shouted to and blamed, I decided on running away - but it hasn’t relieved me. As some moments were stirring in my head, I heard faint footsteps approaching. I started running in terror, thinking if they had finally caught up to me. The footsteps surprisingly sounded closer, considering my speed. Soon, getting tired, I sat by a willow tree. The footsteps seemed to almost approach me, but I lost all hope. There wasn’t a point in running when something was already bound to happen. I saw 2 silhouettes soon approach me, that were vaguely familiar. One of the shady figures spoke up, “Hey, Nova!”

DUDE this is ACTUALLY not as much of a dumpster fire as I thought and I might continue it for real- so like, you can keep writing it for the Daily but I might make this into an actual book….
It was entitled “World of Dreams”
I apologize I wrote this AUGUST 2020??? Okay wow.
Sorry for tense shifting and bad everything rotfl.

it is 1,733 words long

Why does this exist? That’s unknown. All I know is that the place I am… is dark. Cold and empty. I can’t move. I can’t see anything. Where am I? Suddenly, a light. It’s bright red, and flickering like a siren. I wonder how I got here, or what’s happening. Something wrong, most likely. Accompanying the light came a siren sound. Definitely something wrong. A door opens, seemingly coming out of nowhere. The light is blinding. I feel something lifting me up. The light dims, and I’m on a bed, strapped down. Two men are hurriedly lifting me into a truck. This is all so confusing, I don’t understand. The truck doors close. A man sits in a chair beside me. I fall asleep.

I wake up not remembering where I am. What is this? I remember… it’s my bed. It was all just a dream. I tell myself.

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“It’s not working.” Micha said. Akuri sighed. “It’s Lo’vette again, I assume.” “He must cease these… nightmares.” “We must lead them to believe they don’t live in this realm as well as the other, though they do.”

“Those who are unique in feature in both worlds do not have much luck getting along through the world.” “We are the guardians of the Dream Realm, how can we accept this?” “It happens because of the Warriors. We cannot do anything about this.” “But we mustn’t accept this! See, people like Laikaea need us. They need us to guard them. Give them “good” dreams.” “We have to find one, worthy of learning the truth about this realm, one who can fight them.” “We must continue our best to bend the truth each time the girl starts dreaming. She needs never to learn that she is held in the custody of the Dark Warriors, unless we choose her.”

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Going to bed again? I fear that it will continue. My dreams almost seem real. Why do I keep getting nightmares? They vary, but the good ones seem too childish. Nothing I did that day corresponds to such things, no wonder. I feel it may be something I think about just before I sleep. But do I think about unicorns? Not that I recall.

The bed is comfy… I hope I don’t reappear in that truck… scary… where am I? Something to harm me in my sleep.

I close my eyes…

Where am I?

The room is white and empty except for a bed, a tray of food, and a bookshelf which has a small nightstand under it. A table sits lonely in the corner, with two chairs. There’s a mirror, but I can tell it’s a window on the other side, and somebody is watching me through it. I get up off the bed and find my ankle has a cuff around it. The cuff-chain is maybe 10 feet long, and attached to the wall underneath the bed. It’s less like a chain, more like a rope made of flexible metal.

I sigh, pick up the tray, and bring it to the table. Sitting at the chair, I wonder where I am, exactly. I can hear someone through the wall. They must be beside me. He probably bumped into the metal white chair and knocked it over. In front of me, I hear a door clicking. No footsteps. I hear a slide on the ground, another click, and footsteps. They sound like they’re at my door, so I stand up and watch it. The slot at the bottom opens, and a thin box slides through, a larger box following it. The slot closes, the footsteps walk away and recede.

I grab the boxes and open them. I sit on the bed as I look through the items inside.

The thin one contained a folded white one-piece suit. The large one contained silverware, an empty book, a pen and pencil along with a sharpener, a blindfold, flashlight, and a pillow. I lay the writing items on the nightstand, and the pillow on my bed. I tuck the flashlight underneath the pillow.

A random door appears. No one comes out, so I go in. it’s just a small room, so I get dressed in the one-piece. It’s boring in the room, I have almost nothing to do. I hear something, like a metal scraping, and then I feel something fall onto the bed. It’s an electronical pad. The main screen reads:

Welcome to the Ward. This pad is to be used for recreational purposes, and we know when you try something else. At exactly 8:00 tonight, we will come retrieve you. - Lo’vette

I look at the pad. It’s already 7:50, so I sit there, waiting.

The door slides open. “Well, well, hello, Laikaea.” A man says. “Who are you?” I ask. The man grins. “I? I am Lo’vette.” He says. His long black hair is draped over his shoulders, and his white suit makes him look cool. “Where are you going to take me?” I ask. “You’ll see.” He says. Two others take my wrists and put them into handcuffs. I glare at Lo’vette.

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“They must have the highest security. We can’t access and do our duty. Even if they are where they are, we must still be allowed to do this.” Micha exclaimed. Akuri nodded. “They mustn’t torment these humans! What did they ever do? And now, she’ll awake and not recall what she’s doing in our realm while she’s in the other one. And the same goes for her realm at night.”

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They grab my arms and lead me out of the room, through the door. I stare at him, hoping that any one of my abilities will work, but they don’t. I’m startled, they must be protected against it all.
They bring me to a room. It’s large and round on the walls. Four others sit inside. They push me into the room and lock the door behind me. The others look at me. One has glittering deep blue hair and yellow eyes, another’s skin is a fair white-blue with lavender hair, another has glowing orange eyes and wields fire in her hands, and the last is sitting in the corner, alone, hugging a doll. Immediately, I walk to the girl with the doll. I forget my hands are cuffed, and hurt myself. None of the others are restrained, so I wonder why I am. Since one is using fire powers, I try using my telekinesis to remove my cuffs. They slide off easily. I could see why they might consider me to be dangerous, but I’m not. Part of me feels like I’m just in a dream, but I’ve been trapped, and it’s getting more and more real. I start to talk to the girl. “Hello. I am Laikaea. What’s your name?” The girl didn’t speak. Somebody spoke from behind me. “She can’t speak. She hasn’t figured out which of her words control us. When she speaks, some words are able to control us… so she speaks backwards.” The one who spoke was the one with the yellow eyes. She handed me a small device. The girl spoke incredibly quickly when she spoke backwards. “yM eman si ariaM.” translated to “My name is Maria.”

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Micha opened the camera footage. Laikaea knelt beside Maria. What Laikaea didn’t know was that.. Maria was currently having the same dream… and she was real. She spoke with Maria, the computer translated Maria’s words. Ashley sat in the middle, kindling fires in her hand. Aika’s eyes started to turn red, so Micha started chanting some old language into the mic, which calmed her down. Wynter paced across the room, waiting for something. “Wynter, what are you doing?” Micha asked. Akuri muttered some words from the side of the room, but Micha ignored him. They acted older, though they were only 15. “Micha! I’m glad to hear your voice again! I’m patiently waiting here. My pad needs to be delivered for me to finish this device.” “What are you planning? I told you, this would never work! They’ve been blocking me out, it takes a long time to get the correct frequency again.” “I am the only one who knows where we are for real. To them, it’d never matter.” “Fine, I can’t do anything about it, anyways.” “You can. Are you going to?” Micha sighed. “NO! STOP! You have to stop it!” “You have to make me stop. Wynd is going to take over again, this will never end well!” Wynter stared into nothingness, Micha tried to resist, but she couldn’t. She clicked on the large red circle at the top of the screen. Wynter collapsed on the floor. Ashely sighed, pulled Wynter to the corner and sat her up.

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Micha’s POV

Yes, wonderful. Here I am, what do I see? Everything. Why haven’t I watched The Matrix yet? Would that help me understand this!?

The sidewalks are littered. I hate this realm. Where am I even supposed to go? WHERE DID YOU GO IN MY SLEEP, BODY!?

I’m being silly, but I guess that’s just my LIFE. I wish it were May, I REALLY want to change my other form now! Why is this so confusing? Who am I? Oh right, Michaela. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO HERE!? Right, let me remember…. MEDS!

Nearest pharmacy.. Where? Three miles…how? Wait, where’s my wallet? It’s not here. Why.. where are… you? Oh, great. Now, where… oh, here it is.

WHO ARE YOU!? WHERE!?

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Ashley blew her fire out stylishly. “Leave her.” She said to Laikaea. “Why? She’s collapsed, shouldn’t we help her?” Ashley grinned. “It’s just Micha.” “Who?” “Micha, prot-”

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I wake up in a normal bed, only to hear a knocking on my door. Where am I? I’m definitely not in my own house, and this house is really strange. No one else is inside that I can hear, though there may be. I run down and open the door. A girl about my age, hair the color of a nebula, eyes the color of strawberries. Obviously it’s fake, but she doesn’t look fake. She looks tomboyish, wearing an orange hoodie and jean-shorts. Her eyes almost look like they’re anime. “Hi. I’m Micha. Come with me, it’s an emergency.” “Wait, wait! Who are you, where am I, what is this, wh…what?” “welcome to the last realm.” “The WHAT?”

Hi guys, this is my unfinished story!


“Amelia, cook breakfast for your brothers' ‘ yelled my stepmother, Edith. I sighed and walked slowly down the stairs. Edith was always giving me chores to do, wash the dishes, sweep the floor, cook for the family and I could go on for ages. My three stepbrothers didn’t care, they just teased me. My stepfather was usually busy with his work, I bet he didn't care either. He was a lawyer and was busy with cases.

“I’m tired, can’t any of them cook please” I asked. I was technically telling the truth, I had stayed up all night reading Matilda, an old torn book which Oren had torn. Even though Matilda didn't have a good mother, a one that cared, she had one, and she had that kind Miss Honey. How lucky she was!

Well I had a mother too, her name was Emmeline Brown. I always wanted to know more about her but no one knew how she died or who she even was. I thought that was really mysterious. From what Edith says, my mom died a week after I was born. I had a picture of her, from a christmas party in Willington, a couple miles across from here. She was in the middle, a fair skinned, blue eyed and blonde haired girl. Her eyes were kind and her smile made you smile as well. I was sure she would never treat me like Edith.

I had placed that picture on the wall of my room. Well, it wasn’t really a room. It was a trapdoor with a tiny space and the smallest closet. It had a tiny circular window which helped me breathe freely. At night, I just stared at the picture and cried, I really missed my mother. The only thing I had left of her was a golden locket. My mom has been wearing it in the picture and Mrs Marling, our neighbour, said she never took it off and gave it to me as soon as I was born. I tightly clutched it in my hands. It made me feel her kind heart and hope.

Drawn from my thoughts and in the present world, Edith hissed “Absolutely not a young girl, and just for that, you can have no meals for the day. I dragged my feet across to the kitchen and took the frying pan from the tiny drawer. “Oooh, poor Amy has to cook pancakes, right boys?” Percy sneered and stuck his tongue out at me. The other two brothers followed and agreed. I wish I could sneer back at him, but alas, I would get in more trouble. Life was so unfair!

After making pancakes for them, and controlling my temper all the time, and trust me that was hard, I started walking to keep the pan back, but then I completely lost it.

“Oh, Amy’s rotten pancakes, sorry stomach, maybe maple syrup will help, Cook Amy, can you fetch it?” said Joey, the youngest brother, ten years old.

I roughly turned around and spoke angrily to him. “ You, make your own food if you want to criticise. Get your own maple syrup and stop calling me Amy” I shouted. Then, I did a thing which I would always regret, I swung the frying pan which went down to his stomach.


“Ouch, you mean thing” he cried and clutched his stomach. I immediately felt guilty. “I-I didn't mean it” I tried to mumble, but the words didn't come out of my mouth. They had troubled me so much, they deserved it. Then, came more trouble, Edith came into the kitchen.

“Amelia Brown, who do you think you are?” Edith screamed running towards Joey. “A person better than you” I muttered under my breath. “Off to your room, now!” she hissed like a snake, again and grabbed me by my arm. She literally dragged me to my room and pushed me inside. I sulked.

Then I heard the sound of jingling keys outside and the key locking the door shut. Great, just great!

I looked around my tiny room. A wall filled with pictures of space and sports, two of my favourite things. In the middle, the picture of my mother was there. Then, I had a tiny shelf with my books, and my small closet with torn rags. I had a bed too, a small one with a hard mattress. I even had a desk, well not really, it was a shelf but I used the surface as a desk and an old brown chair. As I had nothing to do, I did my homework.

Even though I had a mean family, my stepfather was decent enough to give me education and put me in a school. There were only two schools in Dolin, both expensive so he didn't have a choice. I was in Wayside High, grade nine. The school was fairly good, neat classrooms, kind teachers, a huge library filled with books and a cafeteria.

Miss Jupiter was our class teacher and she was very nice. She always thought more of learning life lessons than normal lessons which any teacher could teach. We had a class called circle time, Miss Juniper’s idea which basically was for teaching life skills. Recently we had been learning about working as a team. She thinks it’s nice to be fair to everyone and collaborate, I disagree. Well, when you have a team with Violet, Rocky and Linda. Violet was like the rudest girl, always sashaying which I hate. Rocky was a known bully, he bullied younger kids and they were all scared of him. I mean, why bully people who didn't do anything wrong? Why bully anyone? Linda is so lazy. She even finds blinking her eyes hard work.

In the school, there were only two people I liked and trusted. Lia and Brandon, my two best friends. I had met Lia on the first day, I was shy at the time and I guess she felt sorry for me so she tried hanging out. At first, she didn't like me, but soon, when we got to know each other, we both realised we liked each other so we became friends. A bit silly really.

Once, we had a group assignment to do, a presentation on Bees and their species. I was good at school, I got A’s at everything. Brandon, on the other hand, was the exact opposite, he tried hard but just couldn’t improve. Feeling sorry for him, I used my group project time to help him and he actually improved. He was really happy and then we started chatting, and well, we all became a group.

Thinking about all this, something interrupted me. A noise, more like a message ping.

I realised it must have come from my cell phone, someone must have texted me.

Now how do I have a phone you may ask? Well, my neighbour Mrs Marling is kind unlike the others, on my 13th birthday she gifted me this and with annoyance Edith could not stop her. Usually only Bradon and Lia text me, so I supposed it’ll be from them. I switched on the phone and opened my messages, and my jaw dropped when I saw the text on screen.

“You are in danger”- By Unknown

What was that? Danger? Who sent it?

I was so curious right now, and worried. What if this unknown person is correct? I started worrying my mind a lot. Thinking about it, I thought of a simple answer: the person might be messaging someone else and send this to me by mistake, but I wasn’t so sure.

Then, I heard the lock opening and in came Edith. I was surprised, usually she’s really nasty and grounds me for a week except school.

“This house does not have space for you, I cannot take care of you” started Edith, eyeing me beadily. Well, I didn't want her either. “I can’t send you to a boarding school as the one we chose accepts people 15 and above, so instead I found a nice man who teaches bird watching. You'll be joining him after school for one hour with a few other kids, then you’ll be going to have ballet,” she ended. What? Ballet and birdwatching? I hated ballet and I sprained my ankle the other day. Also, birdwatching was so boring! I didn't want to do any of those things.

“If you complain at all, there’s always somewhere else you can go to” she said, in a fake sweet voice. I knew I could not trust her, so I just mumbled back and she went back, closing the door.

I knew I’d have to control myself and take those classes. I was just irritated with an unknown sender telling Edith I'm in danger and Edith. I only knew one solution for this problem, reading. I picked out the book from the shelf, the one I recently got issued from the library. It was the ‘Secret Seven’ written by Enid blyton. I was a fast reader and I finished the book in half an hour. I liked reading mysteries. I wish I could go on an adventure as well. A daring one, with danger, cool friends, amazing tools and monsters. I knew that was not possible, but I always dreamt of it.

Stepfather gave each of us pocket money every month. My brothers got 2 pounds and I got 50 cents. I was still lucky to get something, I thought that he was better than the others. I ever had something to spend on so I usually just took the money and kept it in a box. I had around 10 pounds till now.

Ring! The doorbell rang and I went to get it, I opened the door and a smile spread across my face, it was Brandon and Lia.

“Hey Amelia, you weren’t replying on text so we got worried and came to see you, how are you?” Brandon said, greeting me. “I'm great, oh text, guys, I need to tell you something, should we go inside first?” I replied, thinking I should tell the story to them.

I silently led my friends to my room, I didn't want anyone knowing that they were here. We all squeezed in my room and I shut the door. “ So, what’s this about?” Lia asked.

“Well, something strange happened” I started and quickly told the story.

“Woah, you mean you shut down your phone cause you were scared about that and that man or whoever said you were in danger?’ Brandon exclaimed. I knew both of them thought it was funny. “ Here, I’ll show you,” I said, trying to give proof. I reached out my phone and shut it back on. I went to the message, and there was another message.

“Give me what I want, or else”- By Unknown


All of us gasped. A threat!

“A treat, who’s this unknown?” Lia squealed, in worry and anger.

“Gosh, maybe it’s umm a friend playing a prank,” Brandon told me, trying to make me feel better. Before I could reply to him, the door screeched open and Daisy came in, the housemaid. “Miss Amelia, someone wants you at the door,” she said in a sweet voice. I wonder who it was, no one came to see me except Lia and Brandon.

I got up, and Lia and Bradon followed me. I guess they were curious too. When I opened the door, I saw a man outside. He was a bald fair skinned man, wealthy by the look, he had tight lips which looked mean and a smile that made me vomit. “Good morning girl, where’s Mrs Trunch” he asked, smiling his sick smile at me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Edith came rushing. “Oh, Oh, Mr.. Mr Fox, you back to your room” stuttered Edith and rushed us away.
I ignored them and went. Harry and Lia left around seven and I was left alone. I was glad it was sunday as I’d have school tomorrow and have some time out of home.

I could hear some mummers outside, a strange voice. I pressed my ear on the door and tried to eavesdrop.

“We need to find more about her, there is work to be done” said the man, or Mr Fox and the chair scratched. I heard him leave the door swinging behind. Work to be done? What was he talking to Edith? And more importantly, who was this her? I was so curious.

Ding dong! Shortly after, the doorbell rang again, and I went to get it. Outside, was a small girl, who looked like 13 or so. She looked shy. “Hey there, who are you?” I asked warmly. “Hey, I’m Lily, Mrs’s Worlen daughter, across two streets, I need to talk to you” she started on. She had a very sweet voice, I bet she was good at singing, a thing which I loved but wasn’t good at.

“Oh, sure!” I replied, leading her inside to my room. I wondered what she wanted to tell me. I took her into the trapdoor and she exclaimed.
“Is this your room, so tiny? Who do you live with?”

“Yes, I live with step parents who don’t care about me”

“Poor you, when I think about how much love I get, I feel sorry for you”

“Thanks”

She sat down on my bed. “I heard my Mom talking to Mr Fox, the bird-watching teacher, well I heard her whispering to him. They were looking for something, something Amelia” she told me, her voice scary.

I jumped out of my skin, me? “What, what did they want?” I asked her, bedwildred. “I didn't hear, but I wanted to warn you, my mother hardly gets involved in secrets, and when she does, it always smells trouble” Lily said.

I was sure it had something to do with the messages. The messages, Lily, Mr Fox and Edith, all were connected somehow but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

unfinished writing for daily, march 8th

The night dragged on as Taylor and Lucas were arguing. Their children, Camila and Stella were instructed to go up to their rooms which they immediately obeyed as they were frightened at the sudden outrage. The twins finally had the courage to go downstairs and look at the situation. their mother and father were separated in corners of the house. “Can’t we just go to bed?” Stella whispered to Camila. She nodded and they ran up to their rooms. The next morning, their father was packing his bags, mumbling to himself. “Dad?” Stella muttered. Her dad gave her a look and sighed. He brought her and Camila onto his bed and explained what happened the night before. He had finished packing his bags and was about to go to his childhood home, while their mother was going to go to hers.

words: 142

— characters for reference

- Taylor Rose Anderson (30 years)
- Lucas Beck Anderson (32 years)
- Camila Grace Anderson (11 years, twin sister: Stella)
- Stella Brooke Anderson (11 years, twin sister: Camila)

daily for 08.03.2022 (unfinished, you may use this :D)

ik this is not the most fleshed out writing, i tried my best to come up with a story because i'm horrible at coming up with good plots-

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I crouched even lower as I sheltered myself from the cacophony of noises from the school canteen. Around me, everyone was chatting merrily and having fun. I, however, was the odd one out. Why was I so different from the rest?

I'm Haley. Haley Evans. Even though I'm top of the class, I feel like a stranger to everyone. Invisible. Locked up in a prison cell with no bars, but the bars were myself. I stood up and headed to the washroom. Thankfully, no one was around. I heaved a soft sigh and quietly pulled down my black hoodie. Gleaming silver eyes stared back at me in the mirror, reflecting a tall, slender girl with silky brown hair. But there was more to the sad picture. My eyes have been trained, trained to see the darkness behind this beautiful, perfect girl. Imperfections. So many imperfections.

“You have no friends.”

“Nobody wants you.”

I could hear myself, repeating to me over and over again, the same few phrases.

“Why do you study so hard?”

“What's wrong with you? Crazy!”

No one could help me. Inside, I saw a trapped little girl. Hidden behind the seemingly flawless picture of Haley Evans. She was stuck.

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word count: 202

UNFINISHED

I stare deep into the ocean, and I find a reflection of myself watching back. An intense yet dampened glow in my eyes. Mouth slightly curving downwards, posture leaning downwards, looking down, down, down…

5:58. My watch constantly reminds me of the time, and I know I should jump. I told myself I would do it today. The bridge is busy today, cars racing behind me as I try to not chicken out. Today, today, today…

My sense of time warps when the world loses all meaning. Days seem to merge into a continuous cycle, a cycle without purpose as I try to break the loop. I keep trying to find an exit, only to find this to be my only solution.

Up high, I hear the cranking as the bridge slightly shakes from the wind. I hold firm to the railing, but not even the wind shakes me anymore. Nothing seems to bother me. I do not budge. You learn to stop fearing when you no longer have anything to live for.

The ocean below is tranquil. I watch the waves lap over one another, a constant game of chase, trying to catch up but to no avail. The smoky haze of the sky blocks out most of the light, leaving the water a plain and dull color. The lack of sunlight has caused the world to no longer sparkle.

Birds chirp overhead. Their distinct calls create a dizzying sound. I want to go. I just want to go.

5:59. No more distractions. I have stalled for far too long. Now is the time to act.

I proceed to have one leg over the railing when the faint sound of sirens echoes in the background. I dismiss the blares at first, but they start to approach closer and closer. Somebody must have noticed me after all. The loud noises are just a reminder to act faster.

Both legs are over the railing now. My feet tiptoe precariously on the edge, my hands gripping the cool metal loosely.

Somebody shouts at me to stop. Maroon and blue lights bask me in shifts, taking turns to light me with colors.

I let go of myself. The air blows from behind me, as I brace for impact.

The cold water knocks everything out of me. Everything surrounds my senses, and the sheer shock knocks me out.

CONTINUATION

WC: 464

But I'm not dead.

I can hear my heart beating, slowing, but it's like it's not mine.

The waves are caressing me.

Not me.

My body.

My body bobs gently in the serene, cold waves, and then I realize. The heartbeat is not mine. It belongs only to my body, which I am no longer a part of. I cannot understand what has happened, but I watch, alone, invisible, as I am dragged from the river.

I cannot tell if I am dead or if I am alive, and it is the strangest sensation.

When I look at myself, I expect to see me, my body, but it is not there. I look fragmented, a girl in pieces like a mosaic. But I am not a pretty picture. I am more like shattered glass, the shards trying to escape me at every second.

I realize another thing.

I am floating.

I should be falling.

Am I flying?

Does not compute.

I cannot understand.

I try to stand, waiting to fall, wondering what forces have brought me to be like this. But I do not fall. I am standing in the air, with all the weight and friction as though I were standing on the ground.

I had always thought that flying would make me weightless, but the rules of gravity still seem to apply.

Rebooting.

What does that mean? That little voice in my head that is not mine. That sound that keeps saying things like reboot and does not compute?

Mind.

Mind?

I walk, willing myself downwards, and, somehow, it works. I find myself kneeling on nothing, staring into the open eyes of my body.

I am dead.

But I am not.

Rebooting.

Rebooting, rebooting. Stop it, stop it. I am real. Stop playing with me. My head is playing with me. Stop telling me that. Stop making it sound like I am a computer, because I am not.

I should be gone.

Forgotten.

So why am I still here? Am I in the void between life and death?

I watch as the white sheet is draped over every inch of my body, and realize that I am crying.

Crying for what? I am alive, am I not?

Or… what am I?

The fragments begin to leave me, but I know my essence is still here.

I can still feel it.

I look down.

I am me.

And, if only for a split second, I see into the beyond.

And it is…

Beautiful. But scary. So dark, yet so light at the same time. A fragmented reality, a universe where everything exists simultaneously.

And yet where nothing exists at all.

I reach out to it. I am pulled to it…

But then I am pulled back to life.

Reboot successful.

I wake up.

writing for 08.03.2022 daily! (credits to the amazing @rainingthunders for the first part!)

rainn's part:

Dear Penelope,

It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted into the Confusion Matrix Boarding School for Blonde Potential Geniuses. After looking over your records carefully, we have decided you would be perfect for this school.

The Confusion Matrix Boarding School for Blonde Potential Geniuses serves three purposes: To educate, to fix procrastination, and to ensure that you become a genius. Therefore, you will follow a strict schedule that will ensure productivity.

This schedule will include all your regular subjects, and you will be required to choose one out of four electives. The electives we have available are Music, Quantum Physics, Time Travel, and Oral Literature.

YOUR SCHEDULE
7:00 AM - Breakfast

my part:

7:30 AM - Assembly
8:00 AM - (oof not done yet- wip)

Unfinished writing for the daily 3-8-22:

Word count: 1257

Preface
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Nothing can keep us apart. Not even d3ath.“ That's what she'd promised, but she'd broken it. D3ath had been keeping them apart, and right now she needed her more than ever. Tears formed and slowly trickled down her eyes like rain.
”You promised me!" she yelled into nothingness. Absolute nothingness. It wasn't fair that she had been ripped apart from her, taken from her. It wasn't fair, life wasn't fair, people weren't fair. “You promised me.” Her voice faltered, trying to pull herself together.
Life had never been “normal” after that tragic day. She couldn’t shake the pain, that it was HER fault that she had d!ed. It felt like the earth wouldn’t spin anymore; like all the oxygen in the world was suddenly gone. She’d do anything just to get her back, anything. “Nothing can keep us apart. Not even d3ath.” Those words kept replaying in her head on a constant loop, especially one word: d3ath.






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I didn’t know you snore when you sleep, did you?” Asher asked.
“Get out of my room!” Skyla replied, throwing a pillow at Asher.
“Why do you hxte me?” Asher asked.
“I don’t hxte you, I LOVE you. Come here let me smuggle you in kisses!”
“Ahhhh!!” Asher ran out of the room screaming.
“That’s what I thought.” Skyla turned, pulled the covers over her head, and went back to sleep. What time is it anyway? Skyla thought.
“Skyla! Get changed, Ash has to be at school an hour before normal drop-off!” Skyla’s mom yelled.
“Why? I’ll just ask dad to drive me. No big deal.” Skyla replied. She heard footsteps in the hallway. Then the door slowly opened.
“I know you don’t want to go to school, especially nowadays. C’mon, it’s your FIRST day of eighth grade, and all your friends will be there.” Skyla’s mom told her.
“Not all my friends.” Mumbled Skyla.
“We both know that Sade wouldn’t want you to skip school just because you miss her.”
“Actually she’d probably say, ‘Honestly, you’re missing out on all the cool stuff that school offers you. You’re missing LUNCH!’ ” Skyla replied, mimicking Sade perfectly.
Skyla’s mom laughed. Then let out a big sigh. “I miss her too. She was like another daughter to me.” She walked over and picked up Skyla’s uniform. “There’s no reason to live in the past.” Skyla joined in,
“Because they’ll never be another today.” They finished.
“Well, you better get moving, you’ve got a big day ahead of you.” Skyla’s mom replied. She set Skyla’s uniform on her bed. “I have a smoothie and some yogurt mixed with blueberries and oats downstairs, when you’re ready for breakfast.”
“Thanks,” Skyla muttered. She got dressed in her half-button white shirt, and plaid green and yellow skirt. Brushed her teeth, and her hair, putting it in a high bun. She looked in the mirror, the blonde bun was her trademark, people always told her it complimented her blue eyes. Sade would say ‘You look like one of those rich people’s daughters, she thought.
“I’m ready,” Skyla told her mom as she ran down the stairs.
“Okay, just grab your backpack, I already packed your lunch and your gym clothes.”
“Mom, why can’t I have red dye in my hair?” Asher asked.
“I don’t know why, but you can’t, you’ll be able to have it on the weekends.” Mom replied.
“But everybody at baseball practice is dyeing their hair red! Why can’t I?”
“You’ll get in big trouble if you have dye in your hair.” Mom turned around to face Asher. “Listen to me. Don’t. Put. Red. Dye. In. Your. Hair.”
Asher shrugged and put on his backpack.
“Everybody ready?” Mom asked.
They all nodded.
“Let’s head out!” They shuffled into the car and drove off to St. Mary Catholic School.


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Walking through the front doors was like a nightmare, remembering all the times she had gone through them with Sade. It made her want to leave and never come back. The school had too many memories of Sade, it was too hard to bear. Still, Skyla smiled and waved to the other kids. Soon, there’d be an announcement all about Sade, and Skyla would have to participate with a speech, but she couldn’t, she would break down and cry too much.
The bell rang and Skyla headed for her first class: Math. When she opened the door to Math, Mr. Lavieta greeted her with a sad smile. He had always been her favorite teacher.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, is there anything I can do?” He asked.
“Nothing can really help right now, but thanks anyway.” She replied.
Other kids gave little smiles, told them they were sorry, others just stared, but all of this just made her miss Sade even more. Then the announcement came on.
“Skyla Rossi, please come up to the office, thank you.” The speakers beeped, then went silent. As Skyla walked through the hallways, Skyla pictured Sade walking with her, smiling from ear to ear and laughing, while her boxer braids whipped around. Sklya could see the golden beads Sade had always put in her hair, and her navy glasses. Skyla smiled back, then Sade began to fade away.
When Skyla reached the office, she pulled out her speech. It wasn’t really a speech, it was a poem, Sade’s favorite way of writing.
“Thanks for coming Sky, I know this is hard for you.” Principal Maya told her.
All Skyla did back was give her a barely visible smile. She walked to the microphone, and breathed in and out, putting the headphones on.
“Hi everybody, it’s Skyla Rossi, most of you know me as Sky. I’m in eighth grade now. It’s been a long year for me, I got braces, I got a scholarship to a college, and most of all, my best friend, Sade and I, were in a car accident, and……” Her voice faltered, “And, she d!ed, I was fine though. Umm, yeah, it was so hard being there at her funeral, and many of you know, that she was a ball full of sunshine, even though her name means rain. She always looked for the positive side, and always made a joke, even in tough situations. My mom always said ‘the sky and the rain, they go perfect together.' "
So, I’ve made a poem in her honor. And please, please don’t make fun of me if I cry. Here goes nothing:
There’s pain in the world,
And there’s rain.
We wander around wondering what our purpose is,
When we could be fixing things that are hard for us.
We live and we d!e,
We smile and cry.
The rain washes away our tears,
And takes away all our fears.
For we are human,
And we aren’t perfect.”
“That was beautiful Sky, thank you so much for sharing. That concludes our announcement today, have a wonderful day, and get learning!” Principal Maya announced.
“Yay, no problem.” Skyla mumbled. She walked back to math class, and opened the door. Then her knees started to collapse and she felt someone’s arms wrap around her.
“It’s going to be okay,” The person told her, but Skyla didn’t believe it. Nothing could be “okay” with Sade gone. Nothing would ever be “normal”, even with how hard the adults were trying. Then Skyla let her eyes close, and her tears out, while she cried on the floor. Right now, all Skyla wanted to do was cry, and she did.

First Writings:
“I’m not a sissy,” Gianna shot back, she was starting to regret ever insulting herself.

“ We can always send you back and yes you are a sissy.”

“ You don’t even know me!”

Captain one looked at Gianna, made one sign, and pointed back to the “I need a team” area. Gianna decided that she needed to shut up if she wanted to play kickball.


The boys started to chant again. Gianna wanted to cover her ears, but that would make her look weak. “Let’s start,” said Gianna, trying not to sound excited.
“Yeah!” The boys chorused.

Gianna learned, kickball at her new school is much different than kickball at her old school. For one, only boys played at her new school. For two, at Gianna’s old school everyone wanted to be on Gianna’s team, here people acted like being on Gianna’s team was a sin. Thirdly, at Gianna’s old school Gianna was the first kicker, but at her new school Gianna had to be last in line, so she could watch the “pros.” It was horrible. Although she would never admit it aloud, the boys were good. Gianna hadn’t seen anybody miss a kick so far. She was starting to believe they never would.
Finally, it was Gianna’s turn. It took so long Gianna started to think about how she was close to reading a nonfiction book. And that was just a horrible thought.
“ You can do this, sissy pants,” cried someone from the crowd.
Gianna wanted to yell at the person that she was not a sissy pant. Only she couldn’t because the ball was thrown at her. No, Gianna thought, not just a ball, a cannonball.

My addition, 435 words:
Gianna stared at the ball flying towards her. All of the things she had learned in kickball, gone. Out the window. The ball was coming closer. She saw it coming, straight at her face- BOOM! She kicked the ball away with little to no effort, making the boys stare at her. She ran. She felt like she was flying, running across the field in almost record time! The boys were staring her as she zoomed straight past them. And just like that- she was back at the first base. Her mind was a jumble of things. She hadn't even meant to kick, or to run.
'What just happened?' she thought.
“Whoa, the girl can really run!” One of the lead boys whispered. Gianna flicked her hair in his face.
“My name isn't THE GIRL.” She muttered. “It's Gianna. And yeah, I can run.”
The boys stared at her in shock as she walked off, proud of herself for proving the boys wrong. Even though she had no idea how she had done it, she had proved them wrong. That's the only thing that mattered. For now. She'll figure out the rest with her new friends after school.

She hummed quietly as she made her way to the woods by the graveyard. It was the meeting place her and her new friends had agreed on for today.

“Maddie!! Mark!! Jackson!!!” She called into the trees.

“Over here!!” She heard Jack yell.

She headed toward his voice, and emerged in a small, but beautiful clearing.

“Whoa!” She muttered. “This place is so beautiful! How in the world did you guys find this place!?”

Mark grinned at her. “We found it while wandering around one day. Jack over there had his friend break off from him after another ex-friend told them lies. So, y'know, wander in the creepy, dark woods!”

I smiled at him. Not exactly the relaxing time I'd want after one of those situations, but for sure something Jack and Mark would enjoy.

“Guys, did you see what happened in kickball today?”

Maddie rolled her eyes. “I sure didn't! What could be SO amazing you wanna talk about it around ME?”

Maddie wasn't a kickball fan- and EVERYONE in school knew it. Even the TEACHERS didn't bring up kickball around her.

I smiled. “Something magical!” I exclaimed. “I ran SO fast, and I kicked the ball with, like, zero effort!”

“Ok?”

I frowned at her. “Ok, I didn't mean to. I was standing there, frozen, and then- BOOM! I was off. It was weird.”

Maddie stared at me. “Oh no.” She whispered. “You've got Kicking Madness.”

First part of the stories credits goes to @BiggestBookNerd

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Unfinished story!



Heather is a smart, independent lawyer who always gets what she wants, which is criminals in jail. She is the owner of several cats and an expensive lake condo. She was the top independent lawyer in the area of course. She is on her way to the court for the trial of the world renown Clive Duffy. As she turns into king street a car, which was going the wrong way if I might add, comes at her, smashing her expensive Bentley Continental GT Convertible. She gets thrown from the car at a high rate. She quickly engages her landing gadget and it immediately changes her direction and she lands right next to her demolished car. A man stands next to her, mouth wide open.
“You ruined it!” She yells. The man simply stares. He seems to be almost in a trance. Then he panics and runs, but of course she doesn’t let him go far. By the time he’s taken five steps she already has him on the cement.
“You aren’t planning to leave without paying for my car, right?”

459 word daily. I didn’t save the unfinished story I decided to continue and I didn’t feel like looking through hundreds of comments to find it but I really enjoyed this.
Snow White. A young girl of beauty outshined all the rest. Her hair as black as ebony, her skin as pale as snow. Yet little did she know how fate had intertwined her woman with a heart pitch black and a boy who’s life was bound to a life reflecting the desires of others.
She would play out in the meadow away from her castle. Though she was royal she had no kingdom to lead. Curses, plagues, and the sins of her ancestors destroyed all, that is her own. Her father followed in their footsteps and his greed was his downfall. In his last moments he begged those around him to keep his daughter safe. It was an act most likely, her father was never a good man, he only hoped that the god’s would be merciful and give him one last chance. They didn’t spare him, now he's trapped in stone. It’s a pitiful sight, his tears on display and his mouth wide open, pleading for another chance. Another chance to be wasted.
In a way they did show mercy, though it was twisted. When his skin went rigid and his face turned gray a woman stood beside him, cupping his face with her hand. She gazed into his eyes that would no longer see and she smiled. The woman was banished. By her people and by the gods. Snow White has done no wrong, at least not yet, it wouldn’t be right to leave her alone with no one to take care of her. So this woman would act as her mother, they didn’t care how sinister she truly was. Snow White would only be worse, she would follow in the woman’s footsteps, she would ruin her life like her ancestors.
The woman, like the gods, did not care for Snow White, she cared that she was almost free. She was bound to the castle, so she crowned herself queen yet she didn’t want to be chained to the cursed place for the rest of her life. In her search for a way, a way to escape, a way to overthrow those who wronged her she found a mirror. A frame made of gold and embellished with jewels, she would admire herself in it but never thought it was significant. It was when a day came when she was talking to herself and a question slipped from her lips. In return she heard an answer. In the reflection she saw someone other than herself.
It was a young boy, he looked no older than Snow White but he was inhuman. His skin tinted green, wings fluttering behind iridescent but cracked. Her eyes glimmered as she saw the fae boy, she knew him and he would help her.

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Unfinished story I'm using(written by Luna)

I heard the final words and…

No, scratch that. I did nothing. What really happened is that everyone else went crazy. The entire school erupted into screams. Kids dug their phones out from their bags to call their parents and text their friends. Teachers did nothing to stop it, doing the same things themselves.

And throughout this chaos, what was I doing? I slipped out of my classroom and walked through the halls that were also filled with screaming humans. I walked out of the school without a problem. It was a nice spring day outside, not too cold, not too hot, a light breeze making the trees sway softly. I walked across the school field and sat down.

5 minutes.

I stretched out on the grass and enjoyed the last 5 of 8 minutes this planet had left.
And as those 5 minutes finished, the last words in the emergency announcement that had blared over the PA system flashed in my mind.

“The Sun has exploded."

(my turn to finish)

I sat there, still enjoying the last bit of sunlight I would ever see. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Inside the school, I imagined it was total chaos. All the students and teachers and staff running around like a bunch of chickens. But out here, it was the most peaceful thing I've ever witnessed.

If this is what the end of the world feels like, it isn't so bad.

I opened my eyes, and tried to look at the sun. I could tell that it was slowly growing bigger, expanding and growing cooler and redder. It won't be long until it consumes the planet. I reached over into my bag and grabbed my sunglasses. They wouldn't be much help against the inevitable, but it might help just a bit.

All of a sudden, the front door for the school burst open. Students came running outside to watch the events. Some were talking on the phone, others were whispering amongst each other. Some were shivering and huddling close together. Others held out their phones to record the sun's expanding. I looked over, and a girl from a younger grade was crying.

I walked over towards the girl. “Are you alright?” I asked her softly. I knew it was a stupid question, but there wasn't any point of being sad now. The girl looked up at me. Her eyes were glowing with tears. She shook her head, and pointed towards the sun, which now seemed bigger then the size of my palm.

I sat down next to her, and put my arms around her. I knew it wouldn't make a difference, but there wasn't much left for us to do. She glanced up at me, and wiped her eyes a little. I watched the other students run around acting so immaturley at this time. There wasn't anything I could do about it, so I didn't.

Finally, the teachers walked out of the school, talking loudly in a little group. They sat down on the grass, and tried to keep their eyes on the sun. By now, the sun had grown too large to look at directly. I took my sunglasses off since they wasn't any point to wearing them. The Sun had grown to the size of a basketball. The students were still whispering and mummering to each other.

Normally, the teachers would do something about it, but this time around they didn't bother. I suppose that when the world is ending, little things don't matter much. I was still holding on to the little girl tightly, refusing to let go.

The Sun was now huge, and even though the brightness was burning, everyone was motionless. There wasn't any point of running, hiding, or trying to escape. The Sun must have already swallowed the two innermost planets, and Earth was next. Right before the Sun started vibrating, preparing to explode, I closed my eyes and held the little girls hand tight.

Good bye world, it's been fun~

BOOM
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