The Bet
By Anton Chekov

Contorted into a fairy tale + romance

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Few but the Tsar knew of the riveting debate that transpired in his (now locked) drawing room, a few thousand years ago. He was a young man, then, unmindful of all but his own thirst for knowledge. On his eighteenth birthday, when his father relinquished the throne and passed it on to his son who had just gained mastery of the magical arts, the newly-crowned sovereign threw a lavish party. The old monarch wished for the gathering to be restricted to royalty, and wealthy men of repute, but his son, who prided himself on being progressive, put his foot down, and insisted upon extending the invitation to intellectuals, and students, even those from relatively modest backgrounds, who showed promise. ‘It’s an easy way to win the affection of the common man,’ he said, appealing to his father’s practicality. ‘In the long run, it’ll save us the pain of having to subdue unrest.’

Although his father had arranged for a grand hall bedecked with flowers and silver wreaths, the Tsar decided to conduct the proceedings outdoors, enclosed by but spruce, and open to the wind. It could be said that he was poetically inclined, and could have written epics had he been steered towards the world of literature. Upon hearing of his son’s intentions, the once-tsar retired to his chamber, exasperated. He wondered as to the madness that urged his rash decision of crowning his heir before his own time was up.

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The light had long traipsed to its home behind the mountains when the celebrations finally died down. The few guests that remained were entertained in the parlor, which was soon agog with chatter. Fed by , in equal parts, eloquence and boredom, the conversation turned to the subject of capital punishment. Most were of the opinion that capital punishment was not only inhumane, but also immoral. What right had humanity, after all, to seize the life of another—answerable to none, to nothing but laws framed by mortal minds, with their biases, prejudices, and fragmentary knowledge. After mulling over the issue for a time, the Tsar spoke up, ringing his goblet gently so as to ensure he was heard. ‘Is not dxxth a quicker end? To be thrown behind bars, to have one’s wings clipped till one grows tired of pacing down one’s cell, to perhaps see a vision of life as it could be filtered through rods of iron—imprisonment drains the spirit, but capital punishment only dents the body.’

‘I shan’t deny that imprisonment is painful, but if I had a choice, I’d rather be imprisoned than sleep on a bed of stone forever.’ It was a vodyanoy that had spoken. Attired in patchy silk, they seemed to meld into the crowd in spite of their grotesque form and viridescent scales. They were soft spoken, their words mildly prolonged with earnestness.

‘Ah. Well then, I wager all the land I own that you couldn’t stay in solitary confinement for so much as a year!’ cried the Tsar good-humouredly

‘If you meant the words you uttered, your highness, I’ll take you up on your bet, but I shall bide in my prison for not one but fifteen years,’ said the vodyanoy, unblinking and solemn.

‘Done! But dear friend, think of your family, the watery home you shall surely miss—’

‘I have neither home nor family,’ smiled the vodyanoy, ‘it would be wise to get done with the formalities.’

The Tsar paled, but obligingly signed the contract he was presented with. To go back on his word would be dishonourable, but the creature, no nightmare, smiling suavely at him couldn’t possibly be confined for fifteen years. Besides, who knew where he’d be in fifteen years?

The gamble was set in stone: the vodyanoy would be provided with all the amenities they desired, and richly prepared meals would be brought to their door—but they’d be entirely cut off from the rest of the world.

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Webbed hands caressed a copy of the Aeneid, laid alongside the Illiad. Wrinkled eyes trailed along the lines of both works of art simultaneously, clasping crackling pages, delicately bound and printed in fine ink. After a time, the Latin and Greek seemed to merge into one, their differences and similarities collectively singing a song that interwove the picturesqueness of a still forest in the moonlight with the vitality of blooming wildflowers. Beside the books was a globe, a spherical model of the universe, vividly painted and encircled with gold—but it meant nothing to the vodyanoy. Books about philosophy touched covers with treatises on mathematics and medicine, and they fanned each other, flowing into the vodyanoy gradually, steadily, filling the pages of their mind with paintings of the world as others saw it, the world as it could be. The river of knowledge within them grew gradually, and they stroked its silver waters patiently, delicately, affectionately, and then went on to paint the world as it appeared to them, facts combining—one link of understanding embraced by another. It was their fourteenth year in confinement.

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Time marched on with steady stride, and the rising moon heralded the end of their imprisonment—but things had changed. No longer did they care for land or wealth, why, they didn’t even crave the freedom that they had been deprived of. Thus, when the Tsar reluctantly turned the key in the lock, resigned to losing his land, he was greeted by naught but the whispering wind and an open window.

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OK SO. This took a while to write. I initially intended to rewrite Chekov’s (incredible, brilliant, fantastic, genius) short story as elegant fantasy, but then I went back to my outline and thought ‘perhaps it’d be easier to soften the harsh edges if I wrote it as a fairytale—perhaps then it’d be easier to highlight the themes Chekov put forth and expand upon it without disturbing the plot too much’. And yeah i dislike fairytales so this isn’t cheating. I hope. And yep I know I mentioned romance in the title, but the romance in here isn’t your typical romance—it’s a love affair between a vodyanoy and literature—and by extension, life. But it’s a story destined for tragedy because the world the vodyanoy fell in love with, isn’t one they’d be exposed to. In some ways it’s more ‘real’ than the world outside, but in others, it’s a mere illusion, a vision spun of imagination and interpretation.

Daily 10/3/21
Premise: Diary of a Wimpy kid (my fav children book )
Genre: * sigh* Mythology fiction

On Monday when I woke up the first thing I saw was a strange animal that looked like a human, but with a head of the ram. It had red glowing eyes. Boy was I scared. I screamed the moment I saw it, at least I tried to, but I couldn't. I couldn't move my entire body. I couldn't tell if was dreaming or awake. The creature kept coming towards me untill it was next to my bed. I screamed in my head. Then it disappeared. I was so thankful I was still alive.

I went on the family computer to search that monster up. After getting no results I made the stupid mistake of leaving the computer on. The next morning Rodrick, my older brother, pulled me aside and said, “I know about that monster and how to get rid of it.” I told him to tell me. "Not so fast, he snickered, I require payment. I ended up paying him 20 bucks. Only because I didn't want to experience that ever again. He told me of a land far far away full of monsters like that. How they used to be friends with humans fighting alongside them. The humans and animals would bond and turn into one mega fighter creature. But us humans betrayed them by no longer believing they existed. Most came for revenge every night to torture humans. But there was an organisation that was trying to make the creatures rule the humans. They got people to join them. Those chosen people would merge with the creatures. There was a legend among the creatures that 3 chosen youth would restore the alliance. A boy with courage very strong. Another boy with care for his close ones. And a girl with smarts and logic. Until then the only way to protect oneself from the evil organisation was to give them a food offering every night. I believed him. Every night I put out on my windowsill candy and snacks, and every night they were accepted.

My mom realized that something fishy was going on. She asked me to tell her. I did I explained everything to her . I turns out that night I was just going through some sleep paralysis. Rodrick had been stealing all the food offerings, and I gave those 20 bucks too. My mom made him give it back. Boy did I feel stupid. But I was thinking if all that wasn't true why would the sleep paralysis not happen again. Something was keeping them from coming and I planned to find out what. So I set out on the internet looking for everything about the creatures. Turns out Rodrick didn't make the story up himself. There were other people who believed all that lore. According to the urban dictionary the place the creatures live is called Efil. And the bad organisation is called the A.H.O. (the Anti Human Organisation.) I was starting to believe this stuff, but then I thought Rodrick probably made that post on the urban dictionary. YouTube isn't really a good source of information I guess.

516 words
I'm happy I chose this book, as the main protagonist Greg doesn't have a big vocabulary.

I couldn't finish the last main cabin weekly in time
Here's what I have though (excluding the poetry, I already counted the words for that)
Total of 1847 words (excluding the poetry ones I counted earlier)

Pt 2 (532 words)


Since your early childhood, you have likely been flooded by a sea of narratives and stories of all sorts. Although your focus may have settled on the gripping plot of the epic tales you’ve been told, each and every story you know of comes with an array of benefits you may have overlooked at first. You might think these are simply told to evoke one’s imagination, and that this sole purpose applies to every single tale portrayed. To tell the truth, there is much more to a story. Whether you are a spectator or a teller of tales, it is crucial to comprehend the complexity and eloquence of a narrative, as without them, the world may not exactly be the same as it is now.

First of all, stories almost always contain life lessons you can learn from; they can encourage readers to become better people by the wide range of hidden messages they contain. Every single classic fable you’ve heard of tells a helpful story, and whether it was a cautionary tale or one in which the main character is triumphant, you may have learned something important from them, and if you did, they were  often bound to stick in your mind. Some of the most evident lessons are learnt through a character’s mistakes or misfortune. For instance, in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, the pair’s belief that only they mattered led to their death. Other types may include examples of good decisions, such as persevering in difficult times. Stories can also show what is important in life. In Charles Dickens’ novel Great Expectations, the main message is that “loyalty, affection and values are all more important than money, class and social advancement.” Even warnings someone may have told you once in the past must have a significant impact on your decisions now.

Furthermore, inspiring characters in stories can set good examples to live up to. Stories whose protagonists are not cynical, but rather knowledgeable, have as much of an impact as ones in which mistakes are made throughout the storyline. According to an article on CBC’s website, “if you spend enough time with Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee from Lord of the Rings, you, too, may become more brave than you ever thought possible.” By this, a character’s good attributes, such as their courage or determination, can, surprisingly, evoke the reader to work on their faults and to become a better person. Sometimes, readers or listeners even connect to certain characters that are like them as well. These connections, especially, encourage people to do the same and to follow their precedent. It is important to connect to characters in stories, particularly those who know what’s right and wrong, as they can inspire change and movement. Without stories recounting historic figures’ brave achievements, it is likely that no one would have decided to raise their voices against injustice and make the right decisions.


As a conclusion, storytelling is much more than a pastime. Stories are educational, and, quite literally, life-changing. It’s no wonder that people are told many different stories early in life. So, pick up a good book sometime. You may learn something new!

Works Cited
Abdullaev, Murad. “Classical Literature Teaches Us Life Lessons.’’ The Reporter, The Reporter: The Student Newspaper at Miami Dade College, 7 Dec. 2021, mdcthereporter.com/classical-literature-teaches-us-life-lessons/

Clayton, Rebekah. “High school literature that taught us important life lessons.” EF Academy Blog, EF Education First, Accessed Dec. 8, 2021, www.ef.com/wwen/blog/efacademyblog/high-school-literature-taught-us-important-lessons/

“Fictional characters can inspire real world courage and virtue, scholar says.’’ CBC Radio, CBC/Radio Canada, Jun. 19, 2020, www.cbc.ca/radio/tapestry/fictional-characters-inspire-real-world-virtues-bc-salon-owner-offers-music-for-the-soul-1.5619134/fictional-characters-can-inspire-real-world-courage-and-virtue-scholar-says-1.5619147

Simmons, Andrew. “Literature’s Emotional Lessons.’’ The Atlantic, The Atlantic Monthly Group, 6 Apr. 2016, www.theatlantic.com/education/archive/2016/04/educating-teenagers-emotions-through-literature/476790/


Pt 3 (872 words)

TIMOTHY'S HOUSE, 1:16 P.M.

STAN sits in his uncle TIMOTHY’s living room for the first time, warily eyeing the furniture. Fear welled up in his throat. He didn’t know why his parents had sent him here without notice, let alone on a Tuesday.

STAN (awkwardly): How do you do?

TIMOTHY (flatly): Very well.

STAN sighs. TIMOTHY is reading the newspaper, paying no attention to his nephew.

STAN: The weather outside is awful, I'm glad we're indoors. It's unfortunate that there's so many rainstorms nowadays. You can't do anything outside anymore! Even track and field is cancelled!

TIMOTHY mumbles an unintelligible reply. STAN rolls his eyes.

STAN: Pray tell, why exactly am I here and not at school? My parents never told me why.

TIMOTHY reaches for a plastic pitcher containing a liquid resembling expired orange juice. He pours himself a glass.

TIMOTHY: Care for some juice? It's the orange kind, if that matters. There's some root beer in the fridge, too. Or water?

STAN (smiling awkwardly): That’d be… uh, grand. Orange juice is fine.

TIMOTHY hands STAN the glass, which he takes reluctantly. He takes a cautious sip and winces. It tastes like rust and radioactive chemicals.

STAN: Absolutely delicious. The taste reminds me of, uh, Florida. Yeah, Florida. Uh, you can really taste the fruity undertones, and the complex citrus flavour really adds some depth to the —

TIMOTHY (raising an eyebrow): It's artificial.

STAN: Well, they nailed the flavour.

TIMOTHY nods slowly and downs his drink. He puts the cup in the sink.

STAN: Hey, you never told me why I was sent here in the first place.

TIMOTHY: It’s a long story you might not like.

STAN: Why wouldn’t I like it?

TIMOTHY: You’re too preoccupied with your scholarship and your social life to be concerned about the real world.

Faltering at the comment, STAN's eyes drop to the floor.

STAN: If it’s that serious, I suppose I ought to know.

TIMOTHY: Fine! Have you ever heard of the Broken Kingdoms?

STAN: Doesn't sound familiar. Should I have? Is that some fantasy kingdom something?


TIMOTHY: Of course it should sound familiar! Look, these kingdoms depend on you.

STAN scoffs.

STAN: This must be some sort of prank. You sent me all the way here to tell me a fairy tale?

TIMOTHY: I'm telling you the truth! Stop interrupting me!

STAN: Fine, fine! Go ahead.

TIMOTHY sighs.

TIMOTHY: Long ago, the world was split into different empires, each home to different humanoid species. There were the elves, the banished, the dwarves, and the humans. Us. Every kingdom was very different from its counterparts, and their diverging views and beliefs compelled them to go to war.

STAN isn't sure what to believe and leans forward.

TIMOTHY: The Warlords of every realm developed armed forces, battalions made to dominate the territory. They came up with strategies, even taking drastic measures for victory. Most used dark magic and pyromancy.


STAN leans back. To accept the reality of this would be to acknowledge the fact that his entire life was a lie. He really hoped it was a prank.


TIMOTHY: The battle lasted several years. The king was the one to end it. He said more casualties would tarnish the land’s economy and high reputation. And so it ended. But here’s the catch. Since the everlasting war, the kingdoms have never healed, hence their name. The groups are still in conflict. Battles sometimes break out of thin air. It is hard to travel to other realms without judgment and prejudice. This is when you come in. You can fix this, son. I have done a great deal of research, and I believe you’re part of a prophecy. As mad as it may seem, you could help mend everything.

STAN (shivering): How am I supposed to do this? Save the world, I mean? You can't expect me to do anything with virtually no information!

TIMOTHY: You’ll be sent to an academy in the Kingdoms, and you’ll receive directions there. You will have to leave your past life behind.

STAN: Leave my past life behind? My family? My friends, my education, my ambitions? All of it? You must be insane! I can’t do this!

TIMOTHY nods vacantly, giving off the impression that he didn’t think much of it mattered.

TIMOTHY: You’ll have to learn different things. But it’ll be exciting, Stan, it really will! You’ll master magic!

STAN (angrily): You can’t rip me from my life like that! What about my scholarship? I was accepted into my dream university! You don’t care at all, don’t you?

TIMOTHY's eyes darted away. STAN glared at him with a look of hatred.

TIMOTHY: Of course I care. But there are some things you can’t go against. I’ll be new, but you’ll like it there, I promise.

STAN knew he certainly wouldn’t.

STAN: What about my family? Do they know what I’m required to do?

TIMOTHY: I, uh, might have changed their perception of reality.

STAN stands abruptly. He runs his hands in his hair.

STAN: You brainwashed them? You’re much worse than I thought!

TIMOTHY tries to stop STAN from leaving, but his nephew is already long gone. He stands and storms off the stage, and everything goes black.





Pt. 4

Text 1 - Canoeing with my cousins – an anecdote (443, I couldn't finish the second one in time)

It was a hot August day, and we were all at the family cabin for the week. See, we get to stay somewhere secluded in the middle of nowhere. There's access to electricity, water, and there's a large, deep lake you can swim or canoe in if it's warm enough out.

Conveniently, it was over thirty degrees out, and staying inside was pointless. The cabin didn't have much circulation — we only had a ceiling fan and a small air conditioner, which barely made a difference. To make matters worse, we had run out of ice cream, and the only thing we could do to cool ourselves down was to go swimming in the lake while the adults drove to the nearest convenience store, which was twenty minutes away.

So we did that, but swimming started to get a little boring. My cousins and I got the boats out of the shed and decided to race around the lake.
I tightened my bright orange life jacket around my shoulders and jumped in the canoe before my cousin Wyatt could stop me. We had two boats — the wooden canoe, and the rickety old rowboat nobody liked. Of course, Aaron and I chose the canoe before anyone else could claim it. It was really fast, and the risks of falling overboard were rather minimal. We let Wyatt and Noah get a head start on their rowboat, but as time passed Aaron and I were far ahead — probably by half a kilometre.

We were going really fast, using our oars to propel us as much as they could, but soon Aaron and I grew tired and we decided to stop at the halfway point to drink some water. That moment was heavenly; the hot afternoon sun had given us sunburns, but the cool water was enough to refresh us. Before continuing, I remember Aaron pulling his binoculars out of his bag to check where Wyatt and Noah were. He said he couldn't see them at all. We panicked.

Aaron and I raced past endless rows of lily pads to their location, only to discover their rusty rowboat had capsized. Noah was bobbing aimlessly in the black water, and Wyatt was using his water bottle to keep lake water from entering the boat.

Turns out it's hard to climb back inside a slippery metal boat filled to the brim with murky lake water. So we had to drag Noah behind with a rope until the water was shallow enough to walk in.

So, long story short, please make sure the boat you're using isn't accumulating thirty year's worth of rust, or you'll become the laughingstock of the family.

:➻ In-Cabin Daily (Fan-fi Cabin):
✷ Words: 202 ✷
Once, I was walking through the woods and suddenly I heard a voice, I wondered what is it. Then slowly it started repeating. I tried to follow it but there were many obstacles. I tried to escape them but it was very difficult. The first obstacle was a Huge snake and it was sleeping. I slowly tip-toed and suddenly a Monkey appeared in front of me! I screamed a lot and of course the Snake woke up. The Snake started to follow me and I ran as fast as I can. It was soon attracted by an another animal. Later, I rested under a tree for a while and continued my Journey. While I was walking suddenly I fell down into the deep void and I screamed a lot that my voice was resounding to me. After I finally landed on the ground there were many animals which were kept in the cage. There was no guard and slowly when I started moving forward I saw a Portal! I was confused, without thinking anything I stepped into that portal and triinnnnggggggg!!! Rang my alarm, I thought it was real! I thought to myself ‘Thank god I am safe’ and sighed in relief.

march 10th, daily #5 (according to posts i found)
Words: 603
Series: Warriors/Warrior Cats
Genre: Horror (sorry - horror just creeps me out)
this was rushed so it might not be good - i also don't know much about warriors but i know about 90% i guess

— start

When leaf-bare started, all the clans went into starvation and sickness. The streams were frozen and the seas were just like the snowy surroundings. The medicine cats in all the clans were struggling to cure the cases of whitecough, greencough, blackcough, and other contagious diseases. The leaders were devastated while some even fell sick.

While this was happening, Blizzardsong, the WinterClan medicine cat, received a prophecy one moonrise - “A drift’s arrival will shake the Clans to its roots. A blizzard will rage to fight the everlasting darkness approaching. Two shall become one and the Clans must seek help from the raging Winter.” Blizzardsong woke up startled on hearing this. Since it was already moon-high, she decided to wait for it to become sunup/dawn.

When she woke up, she decided to first check on her brother, Drizzlepaw. She left for the apprentices’ den and saw him looking terrified. She ran to him and started talking. “Drizzlepaw, what’s wrong?” she asked, while the frightened light blue tom looked into her deep green eyes. “Do you remember Ashheart?” he mewed as the medicine cat said yes. “H-he came to me and warned me about a cat with bad intentions-”

Just as he said that there was a lot of noise outside. The young apprentice and Blizzardsong ran outside and found the unofficial “BloodClan” cats (which was actually more like a rogue group) attacking the Clan. Drizzlepaw immediately rushed forward to a rather weak rogue and pounced on it. Blizzardsong ran after her brother and saw the rogue defeated on the ground. Before dying, he mumbled: “The dark forest will rule…” The young apprentice pounced on him again which made him close his eyes. By the time Drizzlepaw defeated the rogue, the Clan was seeming to be winning against “BloodClan” while some cats were injured. The medicine cat took them in her den as the rogues fled.

That moon high, a shout was heard was from the warriors’ den. Snowstar, Frostfur, Blizzardsong and other cats ran in the direction of the leap. They found Icewing scarred on his right leg and body. It seemed like he was transported to the Dark Forest in his dream and possibly met Darkheart, one of the dark forest cats. Frostfur woke him up before it was too late. The medicine cat brought him into her den for tomorrow - she could cure his scars.

There were many cases like this, like Snowpaw and Swiftleap - sometimes it would happen to even Snowstar himself. It would be the same vision - in SeaClan’s territory, Driftshine’s father (Darkheart) would come and challenge the cat with the same words that no one has been able to remember again. As this was happening, Driftshine from SeaClan invaded WinterClan some days after Snowstar and Frostfur got the dream. When Icewing and Swiftleap didn’t succeed, Blizzardsong dashed out of her den. The grey tom hissed and growled as she brought death berries with her - her only weapon as a medicine cat. Frostfur came from the right and pinned the tom down. The she-cat finished him off with the classic herb. At sun-high, Snowstar called a clan meeting. “Blizzardsong and Frostfur have done much to help this Clan. Frostfur, I must retire next sunrise and you will become the new leader of WinterClan. Blizzardsong, will you consider becoming the new deputy after Frostfur becomes Froststar?” The she-cat beamed but kindly rejected, “Snowstar, I would be honoured but I must serve my Clan by staying a medicine cat.” The leader accepted and stepped down - “Thank you - the Clan is dismissed,”

Daily for Dystopian. Rewrote the first few pages of Chapter 26 of The Lunar Chronicles: Scarlet
Tried to write it as horror, which I hate but have only read a bit of so ObViOuSlY it's not great.
WC: 587

The underground platforms were dimly lit, dark amber lights glinting off of the hard, metal android bodies who were pushing hovering carts to load cargo into the train. Heart pounding, Scarlet followed Wolf’s lead through the shadows of a freight train. She held her breath, waiting until the android nearest them turned away so they could climb up onto the platform.
Wolf grabbed her wrist with his cold hands, pulling her across the platform. In a swift movement, they ducked behind a cart loaded with crates… crates that could topple at any moment. Scarlet caught sight of an android rolling into the car they had abandoned only seconds ago, its blue light seeping back out the door.
“Be ready to run when that train leaves.” Wolf said, eyes darting toward every possible exit- just like he always had. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder. Only seconds later, the train rose off the tracks and began gliding into the tunnel.
Scarlet jumped towards the tracks, but met an unexpected as Wolf pulled back her hood, nearly choking her. She let out a strangled cry and slammed back into Wolf’s muscular body. “Wha-”
Wolf placed a finger across his lips. With a fatal glare, Scarlet tore her hood from Wolf’s grip, mad- until she heard what he had been trying to snap her attention to.
The hum of an approaching train. It was on the third track out and sped past them without any sign that it was going to slow, vanishing into the darkness as quickly as it had come.
Wolf grinned. “Now we can go.”
They reached the other platform without any further interruptions, seen only by a middle-aged man who watched them curiously over his portscreen. Scarlet gave him the death glare and he looked down, evading the glare.
Scarlet checked on her own port once they had reached the street level. The city was quiet in the early morning. They were at the Gare de Lyon, surrounded by avenues of shops and offices. Though Wolf attempted to hide it, Scarlet could tell he was sniffing for something. She clung to his arm and tried to figure out what he was looking for. All she could smell was city- metal and asphalt, and the tang of bread baking from some closed patisserie.
With a sudden jolt, Wolf turned northwest. The street was lined with second-era Beaux-Arts structures and statues, and ornate flower boxes hung from stone-wrapped windows. Scarlet preferred to stay far away from the things that she was afraid could fall on her.
In the distance, an ornate clock tower lit up, silhouetting two broad, pointed hands and roman numerals. Below it stood a digital screen that simply read 04:26.
“How far?” Scarlet inquired, looking like a deer who was listening for every sound.
“Not far. We’ll walk.” Wolf nodded towards a traffic circle, which they promptly turned left at. Wolf was a step ahead of her, hunched over like he was barricading himself. Scarlet’s eyes traced the bandage of a wound that no longer seemed to bother him, focusing not on it, but his fidgeting fingers. She longed to reach out to him, but it seemed impossible. Instead, she tucked both her hands into her pockets.
There was an abyss opening up between them, cutting whatever bonds they had shared on that train.
They were almost here.
Almost to her grandmother.
Almost to the Pack.
But what if Wolf was leading her to death?
What if he was marching towards his own?

Random Writing (word war that doesn't count)
Castle Fanfiction

WC: 183

Alexis Castle hung around her Dad’s Private Investigations office more often than she was willing to admit. It was quite an enchanting place, however- considering that time that they’d found the answers to a non-satanic (though Dad was always quick to come up with crazy theories) murder case in a safe that led to a room behind the walls, she was fairly certain that it was also haunted. Of course, while Alexis liked to support her father, she was only a bit superstitious. What had they sad in the Office? Just a little stitious? That perfectly described Alexis.

Over the years Alexis had changed quite a bit. Her bright red hair had been dyed even brighter, cut shorter, and she wore more makeup now. She thought she liked her changes because she’d finally gotten used to being herself, which was what she’d always wanted. When she’d been a teen she had a lot of trouble figuring out things for herself. Sure, maybe she saved the day a few times, but that wasn’t anything like relationship advice. Why on earth were her boyfriends so

This is mystery's in cabin daily
Write 50 words in a different language
This is French

J'aime écrire je suis Ella. Je parle français. J'aime lire et faire du music. Je joue sur le ukulele soprano et sur la piano. Je vais essayer de jouer sur le saxophone et la guitare. J'aime beaucoup aussi les animations. Je écrit trais lentement. Sa me fais triste je veux écrire vite.

10th March Daily 2022
534 words
Rewriting something in your least favourite genre
I rewrote a fanfic I read a really long time ago (so sorry for any inaccuracies) called Tired Tired Sea
New genre: non-fiction biography focused

Harry can best be described as a mysterious young man with a fairly elusive backstory. He appears to be of an age somewhere in his early 20s, although his exact birth date remains unbeknownst to the vast majority. Much or his childhood is unknown, but it is known that he had an older sister growing up, who still exists in his life in the present day.

It's unclear the trajectory which led Harry down the road of his life, but we can assume it began in his childhood, with a love of singing and music. As he grew up, Harry soon developed this talent and passion into a career, joining a variety of bands in his youth before venturing out as a potential solo artist and gaining a musical contract which allowed him to start making his own solo songs under a company name. At first, this seemed like a dream come true to the young and naive Harry, but things soon started to go downhill. Facing immense pressure from the company be was contracted under, he was expected to meet unrealistic and even impossible standards throughout his music career. Although his love for the fans endured, their dedication to him only emphasized the already unbearable pressure.

Overwhelmed by everything, Harry wanted to find a place where he would be recognized by no one, where he could be on his own with his notebook and his thoughts and forget about all the stress he had been carrying for so long, and the consequent depression brought on by that stress. The problem was, that Harry was world renowned superstar by this point, making it extremely hard to find an isolated destination where he could be at peace for just a little while.

Eventually, though, he found a place. Travelling across the seas to one of the most remote places of Europe, a small island called Fair Isle, Harry finally manages to escape the pressure constantly tormenting him. He stayed at a small Bed and Breakfast on the island, run by a man named Louis.

Harry initially planned to stay there only temporarily, just to take a breath from everything. But as he got to know the Bed and Breakfast host, Louis, that plan seemed to change. Harry stayed at Louis' hotel for much longer than anticipated, and the two soon became good friends. Although Harry still struggled with himself immensely on the island, it was nothing compared to the pressure back on the job. And Louis made everything better.

For the longest time, Harry succeeded in keeping Louis oblivious to his true identity. Louis, who was extremely isolated living on Fair Isle, failed to recognize the superstar. When Harry finally revealed his last name to be Styles, Louis still had no idea who he truly was. This was a new experience for Harry, and it felt good to him to not be judged by someone on how he'd been portrayed in the media.

After some time together on the island, Louis and Harry fell in love. The pair now exist together as a couple in Fair Isle with their dog Clifford, as Harry returns back to his job in a much better mindset than before.

Hi, I am from Mystery cabin
Chapter 3- Meeting Anglelina

The next morning, They woke up with a shinning light, It was from the Crystal.
Isa's eyes began to get widened and she looked as if she was hypnotized. She was very close to touch the crystal but Sophie stopped her and said “Isa, Don't touch the crystal, it might be Harmful to you.”

Isa stopped and said “ I was out of control, When I saw the light, I was taken over some force.” Sophie, listening to this, said “ I don't know why but I do believe in magic and I think you are right about that you have some mysterious relation. Let's solve this mystery but please don't touch the crystal.

Sophie gave a pause and took and deep breath in and said ” Let's go the place and look for some clues, where you found the crystal.“
(In the place where Isa found the crystal)

They looked the bushes and all over the place but just found a tiny piece of glass which was rather in pink than blue so it was the piece form the crystal.
(they went to their place sadly)
Isa and Sophie were shocked to see that the crystal was missing and in place of it was a note but rather turned back.
Isa said, Let's touch the note together, we can do this.!” Sophie too agreed with Isa and they both touched the note to see what was in it.

They found some magical words written in English. They read out-
“The one who wishes to see me can never be seen,
The one who don't see me can be seen
But I can only be seen when you say-
I believe in you, Crystaloxtra.”
Then in a wink of a eye, there was flash and a fairy emerged.

The fairy said “Sophie and Isabella, don’t be afraid. Sophie and Isa nodded, surprised. The fairy continued,“ I am Angelina, your fairy godmother, I am here to help you find the place which the map leads to and I have been with you since the very beginning.“
It seems that the Angelina was a fairy and a Ninja. She continued ” Let me tell you about how you both were born.“
”Your parents were best friends. They always believed in magic so they worshipped me as I was the fairy of birth. I was pleased with your parents praying and offerings. I decided to go on Earth but stopped by the Fairy's good queen.

“according to the scroll of birth and mystery, this both couples were the chosen one to give birth to 2 girls named Isabella and Sophie they both can only go the Land of Mystery and protect the land from being lost.”

Sophie and Isa interrupted and said together, “ what is Land of Mystery and how can it be lost?”
Angelina replied, “ The Land of Mystery is the place where the map leads to and riddle is the key name which you already found and the answer is the water Mystery which contains the crystal and for some reason the crystal came to you but you have to get it from the water of mystery. wait, I will tell you about the Water of Mystery too but please wait. ”

“ There is a evil queen named Morana she is the sister of the fairy queen but she wanted to get the Land of Mystery(fairy land) all for herself as in the Land of Mystery, many mysterious and unimaginable creatures live their like Unicorns and Unifairy, but her sister was crowned as the queen so she practiced the dark arts which is the worst she did.”

“ She started to invade and life and birth in the land of Mystery began to grow less. She finally became the queen but you see, when there is a person who is learning dark arts or mastered( Morana is a master) the good magic will be reduced and dark magic grows and will be called ‘Land of the lost’, you both are the only ones who can save us.”

The fairy said, “ I have to go, There is some problem on Earth at a different place which far away form here and if would take me 6 months to return so go back home to your parents and ask them to tell the rest and start your training. They know everything but just didn't want to loose you both.”

Isa and Sophie, Shocked at first but recovered and told that they would do as Anglelina wished.

( The Mystery continues…………..)

⊹ amy's march 2022 swc stuff ˎˊ˗ ⌗
ㅤ╭・bit about me
ㅤ﹕・main cabin ๑ daily march 10
ㅤ﹕・in cabin ๑ daily march 11
ㅤ﹕・proof for word war ๑ 03/13
ㅤ﹕・main cabin ๑ 03/20
ㅤ﹕・main cabin ๑ 03/24
ㅤ﹕・main cabin ๑ 03/28
ㅤ╰・ciao <3

୨୧ about me
Hi there! <3 My name is Amy, and I'm from the very superior Real-Fi cabin. ; )
Here's a bit about me: I play the piano, the flute, and a bit of the ukulele.
Also, I love Hamilton, Disney, graphic design, and of course, reading and writing ^^
Critiques are always appreciated; I hope you enjoy my writing <3

୨୧ main cabin daily 3/10
This is my daily for today. I wrote a poetry version of the Little Mermaid. (Don't hate me for disliking poetry really, it's only because I hate finding rhyming words, haha xDD)

It's a semi-combo of the Hans Christian Andersen version and bits of the Disney version. The end is a bit… I don't know, it ends weirdly. I couldn't really figure out how to end it. Both the HCA and the Disney version was complicated to put into poetry form.

So, instead I just ended it by giving one of those morals. :') Anyways, hope you enjoy this ^^
(I'm sorry most of this doesn't rhyme well lol)

The Little Mermaid
523 words
Once upon a time
Long, long ago, you see
There was a Little Mermaid
Curious and kind as can be

Her father, the king under the sea
Was a widower, but had
Six delightful children,
The youngest being the Little Mermaid

She lived down under the ocean
Fish, shells, water
But not satisfied by that,
The Sea King's own daughter

Went up to the forbidden surface
Just to look around here and there
The blue skies and trees
Watching flowers bloom
And the buzzing bees

Yet one day
While she was wondering about
Saw a man signaling in a ship
Calling for help, no doubt

Immediately, she swam
All the way to the boat
To make sure the prince
Was safe and afloat

After a few blinks and coughs
The handsome man woke up
Yet was not just a man
Was a prince, hair as
Yellow as a buttercup

Seeing him, the little princess
Fell in love with the boy
First glance, and oh
Lord, it was coy

The Little Mermaid kept staring
Until the prince woke
She gasped, surprised
And swam back under, leaving the old bloke

At home, she wondered if
They would ever be together
A sea princess and a human?
She didn't know whether
Or not it'd happen

Longing for the prince,
The Little Mermaid decided to go
And take a visit to the old
Sea Witch who lived down low

After a while, she found the cave
Where this supposed witch
Who was old and mysterious
But still apparently true and rich
Lived and stayed

“Come in, come in, dear”
Said a dark, yet somewhat
Nice voice, who was of course,
the witch in her sea hut

“So tell me,” the witch said
“What is it you truly desire?”
The Little Mermaid was shy at first,
But then admitted it, her voice getting higher:

“I saw this stunning man,”
She began, her voice dreamily
“A-above the surface, but I wonder
Will we ever be together?” she finished beamily

“Ah, I see, I see,”
Nodded the sorcerer
“Tell you what,
I will grant you these legs you wish
But
Your voice will have to become mine”

Desperate to see the prince again
The Little Mermaid agreed
Little did she know,
That the witch only had a heart full of greed

Wickedly, she smiled,
Telling her girl that all she
Had to do was sing, and the girl could
Get those beloved legs that brought her glee

After singing, she fell right asleep
And the next time she rose,
She found herself on the sand,
Couhging and dressed in clothes

“Who is that?”
Shrieked one of the guards
Outside of the palace
They were about to take her away
And send no regards

“No, stop!”
Shouted a voice
The prince who remembered
Stared at her with great rejoice

After convincing the guards
To forget about what happened
Her and the prince got brought in the palace and
Started talking

“So,” asked the prince
“What is your name?”
The Little Mermaid began to talk,
But couldn't form a word,
And of course, she had no one else
But herself to blame

୨୧ in cabin daily 3/11
Prompt: Write a 250 word story of how you think the real-fi academy looks like! What colour are the floors or the doors? Is there a staircase? An elevator? Are there whiteboards or chalkboards or promethean boards in the classrooms? Just imagine yourself walking through. What do you see?
Ooh, alright, let's do this >: D

ㅤㅤAmy passed the big golden gate and walked up the stairs of the Real-Fi Academy, the antique and grand building, with cerulean rooftops and grey columns in front with windows everywhere.
ㅤㅤAfter finally reaching the big blue door, Amy switched her suitcase to her other hand and adjusted her backpack straps and took a deep breath.
ㅤㅤShe gasped, seeing the magnificent inside – students rushing to get here and there, staircases along both sides, and portraits of the beloved SWC Leaders: Birdi, Honey, and Alba, just to name a few.

ㅤㅤ“Um, hi there!” said a girl, about the same height as her. “I'm Lotus. Are you… lost?”
ㅤㅤ“Oh, hi,” said Amy. “I was just looking around, but yes, could I have your help?”
ㅤㅤLotus put down her backpack onto the floor. “Here, let me see your schedule…” After a quick glance, she nodded, and said, “Yeah, you're in Arlie's homeroom. Go up those stairs on the west, and you'll see a sign that has her name on it. I wish I could go with you, but, I'm at Fae's group at the library.”
ㅤㅤAmy nodded. “Oh, that's cool! Thanks for your help. I'll see you later.”
ㅤㅤShe smiled. “No prob! See you later.”


ㅤㅤFollowing her new friend's directions, Amy got to Arlie's homeroom, where about half the class was already there.
ㅤㅤThe teacher, Arlie, was sitting at her desk. “Hi there! What's your name?” she asked.
ㅤㅤ“Oh, um, Amy.”
ㅤㅤArlie nodded, looking down a list, and pointing to a corner. “Yep, uh, you're sitting next to Cloudy and behind Sage.”

260 words I'm not done yet, but I wanted to share it early enough for it to be counted ^^
Maybe I will post the ending later :0

୨୧ proof for word war 03/13 (it's for the weekly ^^)
“A few things just off the top of my head that Farren hates are fake people, liars (who lie for the worse), public speaking (or anything with too many people, really), anything that's forced, and history/social studies. Farren believes that it's very much so stupid, the fact that adults always say to ”focus on the future,“ but then they tell you that ”America's history is what made it into what it is to this very day.“ Speaking of, she also hates indecisiveness, she likes people similar to her, sharp and quick-witted. Farren also dislikes the type of people who act like they own the place; just because their dad is rich or that they have a couple of hundred followers on social media sites, or in two words: ”mean girls.“ Some phobias she has is metathesiophobia (fear of change, as you can tell) and”

୨୧ main cabin daily 3/20
521 words

You smile, in awe of the great academy. Everyone starts cheering and clapping, and you join along with. The girl in the middle steps forward. “Hello everyone,” she says. “My name is Fae. I will be one of your head prefects this semester. You can talk to me anytime at my office! Two lefts and up the staircase,” she says, pointing.
The other girl next to Fae with dark hair steps forward. “Hello to all!” she smiles, waving. “I'm Scarlet, a prefect as well. Um, some of you will be in my homeroom, which is right next to my co-prefect Arlie's room.”
“And I'm Arlie,” said the last girl. “Your third prefect willing to listen to any and all of your problems. I hope you enjoy your time at the Academy this semester!”
The crowd of people erupts in applause and cheers again. Fae settles everyone down and started reading from a scroll.
Fae cleared her throat. “The following people are going to be in Arlie's homeroom,” she said, starting to read from a bunch of names.
“And next, Scarlet's homeroom,” Fae began to read again, and you heard your name.
“Now everyone, please follow your prefects to your homeroom, please! Have a great day!” she called out, heading to her office.
You pick up your brown suitcase covered with vintage stickers and stamps and head towards Scarlet, as she's counting heads to see who is and is not here. “Alright,” she muttered to herself. “That's everyone. C'mon all!”
The people in her group, made their way into their homeroom, right next to Arlie's group, like they mentioned.
After getting everyone settled in their seats, Arlie takes a seat at her desk. “Hi everyone! Let me tell you a bit about me… Let's see…” she thought for a quick second, and made up her mind. “Well, my name is Arlie if you guys forgot.” A few giggled. “This is my first year at teaching the Academy. Obviously, I love to write, and like stated before, I'm always here if you need help with anything. I also enjoy music, so while we're working, you may hear some of my favorite tunes.”
“Alright, now,” Arlie started, holding up a lime green tennis ball. “We're going to throw this around and tell me us your name and three things about you. Let's start with you!” she said, throwing the ball to the girl in the 2nd front seat.
The tennis ball got thrown here and there, all over the classroom until everyone was done. There were so many people with such different personalities. People who were allergic to animals. People diagnosed with cancer. People who had published their own books. People who played multiple instruments. People who traveled halfway across the world to be here.
So many different and diverse people. All in one Academy room.

“Thank you everyone,” nodded Arlie. “Now, let's get started with today's lesson!” Arlie said, writing “Inspiration for Writing” in neat handwriting on the board.

As you got your notebook out of your suitcase and began taking notes, you smiled. Yes, indeed. You were going to like it here.

୨୧ main cabin daily 3/21
hamilton themed haikus 73 words

Alexander Hamilton
What’s my name you ask?
Alexander Hamilton
I don’t stop writing

Eliza Hamilton
Wife of Alex H.
I fall into love quickly
I’m watching it burn

Angelica Church Schuyler
The oldest sister
I have to give up so much
All for my sister

And Peggy Leggy
I’m the youngest one
Am I even visible?
I don’t even know

Burr
I am Aaron Burr
I want to kill Hamilton
…Or maybe not?

୨୧ main cabin daily 3/24
206 words

“Sooo… um, we’re supposed to what? Tranq it?”
“No, Gavin. We’re supposed to calmly waltz over and ask it to take its meds and maybe some Advil. Of course, we’re tranqing it!”
“Geez! Okay! This is just my first day, Boss! … Alright, kitty, kitty…“
”Wait! No! Stop!“
”Wha-? You can talk?! Tigers can't talk!“
”I know, I know! Please, just don't…“
”What-? What are you doing, man? Tranquilize in already! What's wrong with you?“
”Didn't you just hear him?“
”Not him, her.“
”What are you talking about? Are you going insane? Just do it, already!“
”You can't hear it?“
”I- Uh, ahem?“
”Sorry. I meant: You can't hear her?“
”NO! I CAN'T! You are going insane, Gavin! Stop it and just tranq it, for the millionth time!“
”Please get him away from me…“
”… Alright, uh, Boss, you can just… go outside of the carnival and into your office? And I'll… handle this situation.“
”Grr… Alright, Gavin. But if I hear anymore * about you and these imaginary… voices in your head… You're going to get it.“
”Yes, Boss. Sorry, Boss.“
”Phew. Thank you so much.“
”No problem… Now can you explain what is going on?!“
”I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to know…"

୨୧ march 28 daily
(( 664 words ))
You start your daily stroll down Memory Lane you do every Monday, and while you are doing so, you see a girl sitting on a rock, tapping words into a laptop.
You walk on over to the large boulder she is sitting on and tap her shoulder. “Excuse me, miss?” you ask her. “Are you perhaps lost?”
After clicking a few more keys, she looks up with a slightly shy smile. “Sorry, no. Just working on a daily for Scratch Writing Camp. My house was too noisy so I decided to come out here into these nice and quiet woods.”
You nod. “Scratch Writing Camp, huh? I've heard of them. The writing camp for every 4 months?”
“Yeah. Well, no, three months,” the girl corrects with a sigh. “I have about 20 minutes to finish this, mind taking a read?” she asks.
“Sure,” you say, kneeling down next to her, as you begin to read the words on her laptop screen…

1. The Growth of My Cabin
One of my favorite memories is seeing my cabin grow; experiencing the ups and the downs. We were stuck in last place for a while (haha), then we moved up to about 9th or 10th place, and now we are at 12th. I also really enjoyed getting to know my lovely leaders and co-leaders, Fae, Arli, and Scarlet! They are all super kind and supportive, not to mention the amazing Real-Fi cabin! The theme of Real-Fi and all the other cabins (even though some cabin was truly the best, obviously) this session was absolutely so cool and unique. And also, my fellow members of my cabin were so freaking cool… They're all individually unique <3 Thanks to everyone who made it happen; the leaders of SWC, my cabin leaders, and everyone else participating!
2. Cabin Wars
This was my 5th or 6th (can't really remember anymore) session, and each one of those sessions, Cabin Wars was always in my top three of my favorite things of Scratch Writing Camp. I don't know what I love about it so much, truly! It's probably everything; the theme of it, how we're all attacking each other, us working together to defeat our enemies. The list goes on and on. Not to mention the beautiful and hilarious parodies people make about it! Truly, it is one of the highlights of Scratch Writing Camp. What's not to love? You get to war others and compete by writing! My two favorite things (just kidding)!
3. Writing
Obviously, SWC is centered around what? Writing, of course. It's in the freaking name. Anyways, I really loved all of the dailies, weeklies (even though I always procrastinated on them and pretty much never turned them in on time), and word wars. They gave me ideas and my cabin (and my competitivity) motivated me to write, write, write like I'm running out of time (*cough* Hamilton reference *cough*). And although this may sound stalkerish, I also would pretty much daily look at others' dailies or weeklies. Not because I'm a stalker (TOTALLY NOT PFFT), but they gave me tips and ideas on how to improve my own writing! I also critiqued quite a few writing pieces, and even entered the SWC Writing Competition, although I highly doubt I'll even win… Anyways, this session was absolutely wonderful. Again, thank you to everyone for a great session, since SWC is almost over.

You finally look up, to see the girl is messing around with her hair and cracking her fingers in anxiety. “So… Uhm, so what do you think?” she asks.
You smile and nod. “I think you did a good job! It clearly illustrates how you feel about the camp and its people.”
The girl gives you a proud smile. “Really?” she asks. “Thank you!” she says beaming.
As you walk away, you call out, “Oh! And don't forget to make sure it is over the word minimum!”
“OH!” the girl cries out. “RIGHT! Thank you again!”

SWC fanfiction
I was walking up a mountain with my three cabin leaders - LJ, Paige and Fenn. All other campers were still doing the daily. Why were they so slow that day? I was happily talking to LJ when I heard a scream. I stared back and saw Fenn falling down the cliff! I touched LJ, unable to say anything. “Fenn, no!” - Paige shouted, running toward us.
I am sitting in our cabin house. I have a sheet of paper and a pen in front of me, but I can't write anything. I'm grieving for Fenn. Why is my cabin called thriller? We don't do anything thrilling, we just write to get first place. LJ came near me. “Go and sleep. We need to win cabin wars tomorrow for Fenn.” - she said.
Next day, I was sitting outside in a shade of cabin house, ready to write. Suddenly I saw Caleb, my friend from contemporary, running toward the house. He waved and shouted: “Cabin wars! Your cabin has to write 2k words in next 8 hours. Or lose 400 points!” “I can't believe you're warring m…” - I laughed and took a paper from Caleb.
I ran into the house, waving the paper. “Everyone, start writing! We've got a war from contemp!” “Shut up! We know.” - some campers said, but I wasn't angry on them. I sat in my room and started writing about just random things. I wasn't even tired when I realized I just wrote more than 1000 words. I ran downstairs and saw LJ writing in the kitchen. I waited for a bit, then quietly asked her: “I wrote quite a lot of words. Can you count them?” “Of corse!” - LJ answered. - “I think we're going to win when Lyn finishes writing. She's writing something big and interesting.”

This is inspired by the book Written In The Stars by Alexandria Bellefleur, rewritten in the sci-fi genre!

Darcy walks into Elle’s spaceship, and immediately feels the air of mystery surround her. Elle exists practically in an entirely different world from Darcy, one full of AstroCharts and MatchSeekers… all these new devices, ones that make up Elle’s life, and ones Darcy has sworn to have nothing to do with.

And yet, here Darcy is, walking into Elle’s world (metaphorically, of course. Elle doesn’t actually inhabit a parallel universe. Although that would be cool.)

Darcy is a mothership risk analyst. Elle is a freelance AstroChart interpreter. The pair couldn’t be more different. But Darcy has fallen head over heels for Elle, and then… well, she just couldn’t admit it. So she gave poor Elle completely the wrong impression. So now she’s here to apologize. To show that she’s willing to adjust her own way of thinking, and compromise.

She knocks on the metal sliding door, and Elle’s voice calls out from inside.

“Come in!”

Darcy walks in, slightly hesitantly, and Elle starts as she sees her.

Elle has a clear image of the world, whatever some people might think of her, and one thing that is clear and defined is - Darcy is Darcy, and Elle’s work exists in almost another dimension to her. Because Darcy is a risk analyst, and Elle’s job couldn’t be further from that. She analyses people’s zodiac signs, for God’s sake.

“What do you want?” she asks. She knows she’s being rude, and she sort of hates herself for it. But at the same time, what could somebody like Darcy possibly want with a place like this?

“Can- can I- God, Elle. Are you offering interpretations?”

That’s the most surprising thing Elle has heard… well, ever, really. Darcy thinks AstroCharts are some new-fangled nonsense. So for her to be in here, asking for a reading… Elle can’t figure it out.

“Yes, I am. It’s ten credits, but I do a friends and family discount-”

“Money isn’t a concern, Elle. I just- I want to see how you work, I know how much this means to you. I want to understand that part of you.”

“Fine,” Elle replies brusquely, and cringes at how off-putting she’s being.

Darcy sits opposite Elle, and hesitates. “Do I need to do anything?” she asks.

Elle nods. “Put this sensor on your wrist,” she instructs, and Darcy does as she says.

A hologram screen pops up in front of Darcy, facing Elle, and Elle scans the symbols written on it. They seem entirely foreign to Darcy, but Elle seems to be understanding them perfectly.

“Capricorn solar,” she begins, her voice low and smooth.

Darcy blinks. “Sorry, what’s-”

“Oh, of course. You’ve never done anything like this before, have you?”

“No,” she admits.

“Well, it means you were born under the sign of the sea goat, so that’s sort of your inner essence.”

Darcy nods. “Okay, that makes sense.”

“Your lunar sign is Cancer - the crab. And your ascendant sign is Virgo, the maiden.”

Darcy sits and listens as Elle talks her through the whole AstroChart, at points completely floored by the accuracy of what she’s saying.

When Elle is finished, Darcy sits there, stunned. “Elle, that was amazing.”

Elle, I love you, she carefully doesn’t say.

Daily for Horror -

Dystopian Harry Potter Short Story

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Young, shy, yet quite beautiful Sharlet Gazer stared at a photo of her father, Jackson Markus. Her father and mother had divorced 6 years ago, when she was only 5. She was eleven now, but it still hurt just as much as it had when she saw her fathers back turn towards the door, all those years ago. “Hun!” her mother yelled from downstairs, startling Sharlet out of her trance. “Yes, Mother?” She answered. “Come down for dinner, sweetie! It's your favorite- lightning pudding for desert!” “Really? No way! Coming, mom!” She got up from her bed, sprinting downstairs. “Hey, Hun!” My mom looked up from setting the table. “Do you mind turning off the TV-” Suddenly, the channel switched to the news. ‘BREAKING NEWS- cities being destroyed by an unknown force. Please stay at home, and stay safe! Off to you, Jule! Thanks, Ruby! For further update on the Firework Coma- millions of people are getting affected by the firework everyday, and even more are dying daily. Please, stay inside, and don’t let ANYONE outside of your household touch you. Thank you, and stay safe!' Shar gazed at the TV, spellbound and confused. “Mother? What was that?” She asked. “Sweetie, I think it's time I tell you what's been happening outside. The wizards are trying to stop them, but it's hard when you don't know who your trying to stop.” She whispered. “S-Stop them? What do you mean? Stop who? What's going on?” Sharlets voice was shaking at this point. “Mother, what are you talking about?!” “Shar, come here. You might wanna take a seat. There has been a disease going around, called the Firework Coma. It puts people into a coma for a week or so, then…then they explode with a bang.” Her voice was shaking. “A-A bang?! What do you mean by a bang?!” Shar shreiked. “I mean, they explode. After turning into fireworks. It's the result of a cult of dark, dark wizards and witches who think everyone has wronged them.” She sighed. Sharlet could tell her Mother found it hard to talk on this subject. “The nice wizards will save us, though, right? Harry and the others? They won't give up, so neither should we!” she smiled, confident in things and people she didn't understand, or know. She didn't even know the full extent of what was happening. “Sweetie, I know you have faith, and that's…. great! But we can't rely on the Witches and Wizards of the world to help us with everything. We need to learn not everything goes according to plan. Not everything is something we can rely on others to fix. Sometimes, we need to accept there's nothing that can be done. Nothing.. nothing… nothing…. nothing…..” He mother kept repeating the word nothing. Over, and over, and over again. “M-M-Mom? Hello? Mom?” Her mother wasn't answering. This wasn't how dinner was supposed to go. “I'm sorry, mom. But if the wizards and witches won't help, then I will. Good bye, Mother. Good bye, Dystopian City…..”

Daily for 3-10-22
Hunger Games concept of killing innocent people to punish a larger group x Horror-ish
May be a bit disturbing
I dislike this genre, but write it well…

The black walls kept me in, and my heart beat faster. I could feel the others moving around me, even if I couldn’t see them. Roan is beside me, and his fingers intertwine with mine. Fear makes my blood run cold, and I grip his hand even tighter.
“Are we going to die?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” He is afraid too. So are the other ten people imprisoned here with us. This whole room stinks of fear.
I bury my face in his shoulder, a childish reaction for an eighteen year old boy, but in the dark, drowning in hopelessness, nothing matters. I know that the whole world can see us right now, but I don’t care. None of that matters anymore. Roan holds me tightly, and I try not to cry. I’ve never felt so disconnected from the world. Even in the days leading up to this final doom that I knew would be mine, I still found my thoughts returning to my family at home. But now, there is nothing but darkness, fear, and Roan. And me.
“Attention.” The sudden reappearance of the computerized voice makes me flinch. “The results of the second elimination have been decided.”
The room is filled with tense silence, every prisoner hanging on every word from the speaker system. Hoping that they will live to face another test, and the possibility of being the sole survivor and returning to their far away homes. The chance is slight, but everyone grasps it tightly.
“The names of those to be eliminated:” The room is so full of fear. “Makenzie Delfar.” A girl in the corner cries out in terror, but there are still four more names left. “Roan Liensa.”
“NO!” I scream. I don’t hear the rest of the names, but I hear well enough to know that none of them are mine. “Roan, no!”
The guards will be coming soon, coming to take him away. Roan tries to pull away from me, but I cling to him tightly, refusing to let him go. “You can’t.” I whispered. “You can’t go!”
“I have to!” The fear in Roan’s voice is clear now, no trace of the hidden tension from only moments ago. “Please, just try to survive and get home. Promise me!”
“NO!” I scream. The guards are coming, they’ve already laid their clawed hands on everyone else. One of them is coming towards Roan, they push me away.
“No!” I push through the thinned crowd of the other four survivors, and tear the guard’s arm away. A metal-covered hand slams into my face, and I stagger back, but I am able to shove my hand through the door an instant before it slams closed. “Take me instead, please!”
“You have potential to be the victor.” One of the guards says, but I push through the door anyway. Roan’s expression is pure horror, terrified of what I’ve done, and I have to avert my eyes to keep from crying.
“I don’t want to be the victor! I want to be with Roan, and that is all I care about!” I take a deep breath before continuing. I only have one option, and it is a hard choice to make, even though I am completely dedicated to Roan. “Let him go, and take me instead.”
“We can’t do that. He cannot be freed, because your… connection is forbidden.”
“Love is forbidden?” I would smack them, if they wouldn’t kill me immediately. I have to stall, at the very least, negotiate for Roan’s freedom. Or, at the very least, my own death beside him.
“You can live to face the next challenge. Love between contestants is forbidden. One of you has to be removed from the competition.”
“Why not both of us?” The question I was so afraid to ask, but there is no way that they will ever let Roan go. “Take me instead of someone else. Let one of the others go.”
They look at me for a long time, their faces hidden by their iron masks. I am trying not to cry, my body is threatening to collapse, and I have to keep my eyes on the floor to hide the fear I feel inside. Because I have made the willing decision to end my life doesn’t keep the fear from filling my entire being.
Finally, one of the guards makes a strange gesture to the guard holding a young girl. Makenzie Delfar, the first contestant that was called only minutes before. He releases her and she is prompted back into the dark room. Her eyes are wide, and I am suddenly struck by how young she is. I knew she was the youngest, but she can’t be any older than fourteen, at the most. She stops when she reaches me, then her thin arms are around me, embracing me tightly.
“Thank you,” she whispers, sobbing. Then she turns, and runs back into the dark room of survivors, as if fearing that her life might suddenly be torn from her all over again.
The guards' iron-clad hands grip me again, and I am led away, Roan at my side. I might not live past today, but Makenzie gets another chance at returning home. And, I can guarantee something that no one with a future can:
Neither I nor Roan will die alone.

Weekly for 16/ 3/22
Mystery Cabin
Unfinished
Part 1: I and @Biashun my part 357 words
Walking down the wet sidewalk Rose thinks, “I hate using this shortcut but if I don't I'll be late for sure.” It was 7pm in February and it was snowing. Rose's cheeks were cold and hurt. It was already becoming dark. She was supposed to be at an interview for a job by 7:25. Being late would only lower her chances of getting it. She needed that job. She heard some creaking noises and jumped. She looked behind her ; no one was there. Rose kept saying to herself, “ It's all in my head, It's all in my head.” But somehow she knew something was off. She thought, “What am I even doing? I know better than to come this way alone especially at this time of day. Feeling stupid she kept walking. She frantically looked back straight into the eyes of a stranger. She remembered waking up in a barn. She was sitting on wet hay when she tried to move she couldn't. Her hands and feet were tied. Realizing she was kidnapped she tried to call for help. But she couldn't there was a bandana tied around her mouth. Her heart still beating quickly, Rose tried to see if she had her bag or her phone next to her. Her phone had been taken but her bag was still there. She searched for anything helpful. She grabbed her bag and found the exit to the barn. Luckily for her there was nobody there. Rose thought, ”Some kidnappers they are tying my hands with duct tape and then leaving nobody to guard me.“ Going outside to realize that she had no idea where she was. She figured she was still in the same country ; the signs were in the same language. So she continued walking until she came to a police station she told them her situation. Besides the fact all her money and phone was stolen. She was ok. The policemen told her what had happened and took her home. The next thing she heard was an alarm clock she found herself in bed with her phone in her hand. ”Was I dreaming?“ she thought.

Part 2

Name: Alexandra Marshall
Age: 20
Species: Human

Personality and Traits:
Alexandra Marshall is a very smart woman she always tries to find logic in everything that is going on around her. She is a hard worker. When things go wrong she blames it on herself. She is a very disciplined person. She always gets things done before time and she hates procrastinating. She is close to her family and always find time to spend time with her close ones. She is also a very compassionate person she is always there so encourage someone when they need help. She loves adventure and finding new things. And she never does anything at the cost of somebody else. Alexandra is a reliable friend to have she keeps her word. Sometimes time she can be a pessimist. She is a type of person who wants to be in charge of everything never letting anybody help her. She is a timid person so not many people know a lot about her only close friends and family. She never wants anyone to know that she's in trouble. She finds it hard to open up the people about things. She is a social introvert. She can be quite arrogant when something goes wrong. When she needs to rest she likes to be alone.
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Wishes, hopes, strengths:
Alexandra Marshall wants to be perfect. She is a perfectionist. She wants to know why. She wants everything to be explained. She wants for there to be a reason for everything and she wants for everything to be logical. She wants to be less timid and shy. She hopes for a life full of happiness - who doesn't. Alexandra wants to be independent prove herself to her family but mostly to herself. Alexandra wants a life with no stress, but is ready to face it if needed she has a plan for everything. She wants to be steady and stable in life. She wants good job. And although she mostly wants a peaceful life, she wants to see the world. She wants to travel to places. She is at a little bit of everything such as art, music, cooking. She always wanted to be well rounded and she considers herself that. Alexandra is a very curious young woman. She is always eager to learn. She hopes to become the adult she always wanted to be. She hopes to be smarter than before. She hopes to be stronger than before She hopes to be more emotionally stable than before. She hopes to be better than before.
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Dislikes and Fears:
Alexandra Marshall fears the unknown. She fears the things she doesn't understand, the things that aren't logical. She dislikes it when things are messy. She hates things going wrong. She hates failing. She hates being a burden. She is afraid of getting hurt or even worse losing a friend or me her of her family. She doesn't really like speaking in public but if she must, she will. She doesn't want to get judged. She dislikes irritating sounds like foot tapping or clicking the tongue or that one faucet that keeps leaking. Disturbances to Alexandra's peace and quiet are a no.
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Part 3: Setting

Based of of a magical forest

I am going to tell you of a forest in this forest there are 4 main parts, this is called the layout. In part number one called those who live on the ground, is home to those who live on the ground though the things that live underground stay in this section. In in this part is where you'll find hares, Bears, foxes mice, groundhogs, moles, wolves and many more. As every forest in this section there are prey and predators. The only difference is that, all the animals speak and have meetings about how much prey they need no more no less. The second section is called those who fly in the air. This section is mostly populated by birds, there is one exception the bat because it of course flies in the air. Now for the flightless birds they still live in this section. In this section you will find sparrows, eagles, blue-gray gnatcatcher, eastern wood-pewee, great crested flycatcher, summer tanager, and white-breasted nuthatch. Like before all the animals here can speak. The birds have meetings about where to get better seeds and pray. You might have noticed by now, but if you have not talking things over is important in this forest. The third section is called those two grow up out of the ground. This means I'm talking about plants and trees and flowers and bushes and shrubs. Incase you are wondering the plants can talk. All the flowers talk about the best soil, all the shrubs in bushes talk about what they've seen that day. And all the trees talk about the good old days. Concerning the trees they're called wisdom trees they are the oldest in the forest and know everything about it. All the little ones of the animals I mentioned before come to listen to their stories. And now for the 4th section the human. Now you must be wondering how is it that all the inhabitants of these woods can talk. This is the work of one person how he did it I cannot say. This person found this forest whilst it had just went through a large forest for it was desolate and deserted. The man could not stand to see a place that could be a home for many more destroyed, so he planted small flowers that could live in the bad soil and before you know it the forest is thriving again and the one human who cared enough to help is king.

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Part 4: Premise

The character is having a great day and is tired. The character decides to get a drink. Walking down the street they wonder where to go for for the drink. Their friends advise them to go to the new coffee shop nearby. The character finds the place. They can smell the pastries from outside. They walk in. They order their drink along with their pastry because they are a little hungry. The character eats their delicious pastry. The character takes the drink and takes a sip. They finish the drink. The character is starting to feel very tired. They are finding it hard to keep their eyelids open. The drink seems to be doing the opposite of what it was supposed to do instead of making them energized it is making them tired. The Character falls asleep. They wake up and check their watch it is a couple hours later. They are in a dimly lit room wondering how they got there.

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Part 5: Story



Rebecca Morris ran into the airport with only 45 minutes left before the plane took off. Rebecca hadn’t really thought about on how much time was needed to prepare for the flight
. She had to get through check in very quickly. She ran into the shortest line and waited, waited, and waited some more. She finally gets through check-in. S he finally gets through check-in and security
Rebecca glanced at her watch. Ten minutes. ”Shoot,“ she muttered. She took a look at her ticket to check the gate name. It was 7A. She sped down the moving sidewalk and made it just in time. Sitting in the airplane she nodded her head to the beat of the music. The flight starts as the plane takes off. Her ears start hurting. Rebecca pops some gum in her mouth and starts chewing. She sighs, there that is better. She looks at the screen in front of her it seemed like a horror movie was playing on the screen. Rebecca turned it off. She falls asleep. All of a sudden she wakes up to a loud boom. The oxygen mask popped down right in front of her. She quickly put the mask on and grabbed her most important stuff including, her phone, tablet and purse. The flight attendants said, “ Its all right everybody stay in your seats until the pilots find a safe place to drop us off.” Then, all of a sudden, the lights turned off . Rebecca felt her heart beat speed up. She said to herself, “ Its ok, its ok its ok.” She calmed down a little bit and then she heard someone scream. She jumped out of fright and turned to face a flight attendant. “Mam,” the flight attendant said,” Here’s a flashlight and life jacket sweetie. Now, come with me.” Rebecca followed the lady to the inflatable balloon slide and went down. She swam all the way to a piece of land where there were some flight attendants helping people. When 30 minutes passed and after everyone was out the pilot let the plane crash and told the flight attendants to set up camp. The next day,the pilot walked up to the engine to see what had happened. The pilot had noticed that the primary wire had been cut. “Someone planned this, someone wanted it to happen.“ He found a note saying, “Hello everyone did you enjoy the ride? I was getting bored so I crashed the plane exactly on this island. There are 3 obstacles I have made for you you’ll find out very soon what they are”. The pilot informed everyone about the note. A couple hours later Rebecca was starting to get hungry. The flight attendant was tired, but smiled weakly and talked to the other flight attendants and asked,” When shall we bring the provisions?“ The other flight attendant shook his head and whispered just loud enough so that she could hear, ” They've been stolen, don't tell anyone, at least, not yet.Rebecca figure this was the first obstacle. Eventually the captain told them the situation and asked who wanted to go search for food. Rebecca quickly volunteered. And so the began walking and walking and walking until they saw light. Rebecca ran ahead of everyone saying, “ guys faster faster.” She was starting to get annoyed at them. Then she made it to the light and she saw a sign saying Mehdenlir 1 Kilometer . The food search party discussed and agreed that they would get fruit for now and report back to the captain. Rebecca wanted to go immediately and was angry that her idea was brushed off. Once the pilot hears about the sign he gets the flight attendants to get everyone moving it took them 3 days but they got there eventually. It was a beautiful city a whole civilization all on one island The pilot sent some people out to seek for help. The group who had looked for provisions earlier had gotten walkie talkies and set off. They told a policeman about what had happened to them and how they had more people behind them. The policeman looked cross and called for backup saying, Do you remember the person who warned us about bandits coming telling us a story about how they had crashed from an airplane? They’re here right now Rebecca got the walkie talkie and told the PIlot to get everyone to run. She yelled, “ I’ve found the second obstacle he’s warned them about us saying that we’re bandits run! We’ll be fine ! The policeman took their walkie talkies and brought them to the police station. She overheard the driver saying, “ Where do we take them we’ve never had criminals and we didn’t finish the jail. Put them in the sewers ,like the man told us, they’ll die there of poisonous gasses.” Rebecca told everyone where they were going and that the man had planned this third obstacle;she told them to follow her lead. They were dropped off at a landfill and were pushed into the sewers and landed on the hard sement. Rebecca had hidden her flashlight in her sweatpants. The silly policemen were obviously new at this because they didn’t even check them for items. Rebecca pulled out her flashlight and started walking round a corner and everyone followed her. Some people were just crying and sad and were walking really slowly. Rebecca couldn’t handle it anymore and snapped, “ And what is crying gonna do huh? If you would keep walking and stop acting like babies we might get out ok?!” Everyone immediately stared at her, One dude even asked, “ Who made you leader?” Rebecca retorted, “For your information I am the only one with the flashlight.” Everyone muttered. Rebecca continued on her way and everyone followed. She got to one pot hole after the other but every time she tried to open them they were locked. They did this for probably a whole day. Then she made an announcement, “Guys I’m going to be truthful with you we aren’t making it out of here. I know everyone is tired and we all wanna sleep but before you do that say your last good byes, because,” she said,biting back tears, “You might never wake up. I am happy I lead you this far.” Everyone started crying, so did Rebecca, she go so tired from crying that she fell asleep. She woke up to the ringing of her alarm clock in bed.

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This was a super fun weekly i'm happy i did it and im happy its done
(total 2525 words)

Unfinished
Part 1
Name : Alfred Norris
Age : 24
Species : Human
Personality and Traits :
Alfred Norris is an extremely organized and disciplined person who has OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder).This means he needs every shirt, every pair of jeans, every pencil and every pen to be in the right place or he will freak out and try to fix it immediately. He will continue to be restless unless it is fixed straight away. He does not have many friends for this reason and he is happy like he is now: he is an introvert and does not trust anyone. Some people even call him cold and grim, which he can sometimes be.

Alfred believes in logic: it's one thing he ever uses when he's in trouble. He thinks of all the potential solutions (using logic) and rules them out systematically. When he has got one or two solutions left, he tries one of them out. If it does not work, he tries the next one. His whole life is like this, just like a computer.

Alfred pressures himself to do everything the best anyone possibly can and within the shortest amount of time possible; in other words, he is a perfectionist. If it does not meet his expectation, he will start all over again and repeat it until it does meet his expectation. His greatest fear is to lose or fail. Failure is his greatest nightmare. He hates failing.

He also has photographic memory, which means he remembers everything exactly like it is, even the most disturbing and troubling memories. While this can sometimes be useful to get the tiniest details of a scene, certain memories – such as his parents' death in a car accident – haunt him every single night.

~Weekly Ideas~

Part 2: Character
Name: Rebecca Morris
Age: 22
Species: Human

Personality and Traits: Rebecca is a hard-working human being. She always tries to prioritize the most important things first. When put into a group, she immediately assumes the role of leader, and guides everyone though the project or assignment. However, when people start to fall behind, she starts to get ticked off. Not only just because she knows if everyone doesn't finish they'll fail, but also because she's short-tempered. Even little things can get to her and irritate her. But Rebecca always tries to think positive, even when things aren't looking too great. This can prove to be difficult for her because of her temper, but when she puts her mind to it she can control herself. When she's working in a group, Rebecca can get lazy over certain things. Since there's usually not a consequence for not doing those things, Rebecca can procrastinate a lot on them. Rebecca is the type to always try and push herself, even when she doesn't want to. She really wants to succeed and attempt to come out at the top. Most of the time, Rebecca is willing to push and push in order to get there. Even though this puts a lot of strait on her, she isn't the type to back down. However, when there's no clear path to success, Rebecca can get lazy and veer off the path.

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Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Rebecca wants to achieve success. She wants to one day look back upon her life and say ‘Hey, I made it.’ Rebecca also wants to have contributed to something life changing. She thinks that if she never stops pushing herself she'll one day discover something extrodinary. Her best subject back in school has always been science, and she wants to become a chemist when she graduates with her master degree. Throughout her time at college, she has been dedicated to finishing at the top of her class. Some days pass by where all she did was study. However, when days like these happen the next day(s) tend to be harder for her to get anything done. She hopes that when she graduates she'll immediately find a job that wants her to do something important. Rebecca knows that something like this to happen is nearly impossible, but she's aiming high anyway. She wants to work hard and hope that she'll be there. She also hopes that she won't have to wait a period of time for her to start working. This is why she pushes herself so hard. Rebecca doesn't want to wait around for life to happen. She can be very impatient at times, so the sooner she has something important to do, the better it is for her.

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Dislikes and Fears: Rebecca really hates people who lag behind. Since she loves to play leader, she's in charge of everyone in the group. When someone starts acting lazy, she has to force herself not to lash out at them. Even though she's pretty lazy at times, she shows no sign of this when working in a group. Rebecca tends to want to work alone for this very reason, but doesn't mind working in a group. Rebecca also isn't fond of the dark. This fear comes from when she was a little girl, around 9 years old. Her older brother liked to trick her into walking into a closet, and then close the door on her and lock it from the outside. Rebecca really hated being left alone in the dark, and to this day she always turns the light on in a room. Rebecca also really doesn't like horror movies. Nothing in particular bothers her, it's just she prefers not to watch them.

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Word Count: 618

Part 3: Setting
For the setting, I choose a underwater/ocean for inspo.

If you think you ever saw a place so peaceful it was almost insane, then your probably talking about Starryburn beach. Down at Starryburn beach, everything is calm and serene. Not many people know about this place, since it's hidden from weary eyes. But if you ever go around thinking and wishing you could be in such a peaceful place, you might find Starryburn beach. The sand is always warm and is textiled to not make you itch. The star that's generously providing such warmth is always shinning bright. The ocean that the beach overlooks is clear and rich in color. But before you go thinking this is just an ordinary beach, think not, because this isn't like some beach in the Caribbeans. This is a magical beach. The white-blue star that shines here is much bigger and brighter than the sun. And the sky, you ask? The Starryburn beach offers a pleasant and relaxing view of a distant nebula full of young stars. Words cannot describe how magnificent the view is. The ocean here is no ordinary ocean. The color is a soothing gradient from plum to lilac. The waves are constant, and don't need wind or tides to control them. When you dive below the surface, you will witness the best sight of your life. Here at Starryburn beach, we don't have sea life. But that doesn't mean there isn't life at all. We raise newborn stars under the waters. This is where stars live before the wonderful people running the Starryburn beach send them up to the sky, to live out the rest of their long lives. But while the baby stars are still there, you can admire them and watch them grow, although you won't see much difference since they age very slowly. We breed every star type in these waters except for dwarfs since they have their own place dedicated to them. You may swim amongst the stars as you wish, but we advice you not to go too close. After all, even as babies they still are millions of degrees hotter than you. The habitat in the ocean of Starryburn beach is relatively simple, but still elegant in it's own way. Since the ocean is home to our baby stars, it's formatted just for them. They spend most of their time here playing and growing in the coral. It's best to leave them alone, although some stars are known to be attracted to some of the humans who have visited this humble beach. It's best not to get attached to them, however. We have an area under the water where you can relax in our nova circle. Here the water has been heated to noticably a warmer temperature then the rest of the ocean. Here, you may relax while being surrounded by the same materials used to create stars, but less powerful so species on Earth can handle it. You will feel yourself let go of all worries, as you lose conscious… and awake without stress.

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Part 4: Premise

Your character is running. They've been out all day running. Now they have come home- or where ever they live- to finally rest. They throw themselves on a bed, and immediately drift off to sleep. The next morning, when they wake up, they feel a bit off weather. They try and push themselves out of bed, but their body immediately sores in pain. Your character immediately starts to observe themselves to figure out what's wrong. After looking over, there's nothing they can see that isn't normal. They decide that it must have been nothing, but when they stand up, they feel the pain. Your character sits down on the bed, and rubs their leg- or leg like thing, for creatures. The pain is almost blinding. Your character decides that they must have sprained their leg yesterday for running so much. They realize this is a bad thing, since without being able to walk well, they can't do an important thing they were going to do(which you can edit to fit your character.)
How will they overcome this?

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Total Words here: 1,297

This isn't my finished weekly, these are just the ideas FOR the weekly we were required to do, in case you were wondering

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weekly #2
total words - 2812

part 1 - collaboration
with @blushpink1
I only put my parts, the entire story can be viewed here: https://scratch.mit.edu/users/BlushPink1/#comments-192610638

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A girl wandered alone through the dark alleyway, snow falling all around her. She glanced around suspiciously to make sure that nobody was watching her. If somebody saw her, then her entire world would change. She looked quickly down at the object, making sure it was still secure in its bundle, then checked her phone. The location of the trade was here, but she didn't see anything or anyone… She had been sitting for a short while when a man, clad in black, approached from behind and threw a bag over her head, blocking her sight. She screamed in terror as the man asked <Do you have it?> <careful> she said as he snatched it. <I know what I’m doing> he snapped in reply. She nodded, partially out of fear, still unsure. He tossed the blanket on the ground with a flourish. When she looked around, the man had disappeared, leaving not a trace. After a brief search around, she noticed that the man hadn’t left any money, as promised. <Oh no> she muttered, experiencing a sinking feeling in her stomach as she realized she made a terrible decision, giving this powerful, cursed object to this stranger. She tracked the footprints for an hour, as far as she possibly could, until they simply seemed to just stop. She stood in puzzlement, wondering where he could have disappeared to. She looked up, and realized she was in a large forest. She tapped experimentally on a tree for no particular reason, and revealed a high-tech keypad. She decided there would be no harm in trying to guess the passcode. She pondered for a moment, then entered <3412> into the pad. I debated taking some of them, turning them in to the authorities. Maybe I’d even get some money out of it, at least enough to feed us for a while. But first, I /had/ to find that man. I wandered down a long, dark corridor in search of the stranger, with only vengeance on my mind.



part 2 - character

character
name: Theodora Jackson
age: 15
species: human


personality/traits (212 words): Theodora is very aware of her surroundings, and she is kind and accepting, but also serious. She tends to favor her mind over her heart when making decisions, and she is usually less empathetic. She is a very determined, hard worker who strives to achieve greatness, and she always searches for a chance to improve. She is constantly open to new ideas and enjoys learning about other people, their lives, and traditions. She is a very down-to-earth type of person, and often focuses on the reality of situations instead of daydreaming. However, this sometimes causes her to be less creative, and also less fun to be around, in some ways. She is very independent, and therefore strongly dislikes group projects. Theodora is also incredibly intelligent and uses her smarts throughout her everyday life. Unfortunately, due to her independence, she typically has few to no friends, which she usually enjoys, since despite being mostly extroverted, she tends to enjoy her own company more than that of others. She can be incredibly persuasive, particularly when she is completely convinced of something. Once she gets an idea in her head, it can be very difficult to dissuade her from it, especially since she is very stubborn, which is perhaps another reason why she lacks friends.

wants/hopes/strengths (200 words): Theodora’s greatest desire is to achieve her goals. She is most passionate about her goal of world peace, and she constantly dreams of a gentler, kinder world. Even though she tends not to daydream, and this objective is within the category that she would generally classify as ‘unrealistic’, she still clings tightly to this hope for unknown reasons. She also eventually wants to become known as one of the most influential women on the planet, although she doesn’t know what she would become famous for. Although she is still unsure of what she wants to be when she grows up, she is considering becoming an explorer. No matter what she decides to be, Theodora knows that she will also do lots of volunteer work, despite the fact that it is usually viewed as a group activity. She also hopes to make a significant difference in the world, but she is still figuring out how, and she is beginning to learn that, sadly, this idea might not be as easy as she originally thought it would be. She already does some volunteer work now, and she hopes to do more in the future so she can help people be more peaceful.

dislikes/fears (106 words): Theodora is afraid of failure; one of her worst fears is growing up without doing anything or making a difference, or in general just not achieving her goals. She also fears being forgotten, and it often causes her considerable stress, since she is always worried that she isn’t doing enough, and that she won’t be remembered. She dislikes people who think they know everything, since she just finds them annoying in general. Additionally, she doesn’t like rude people or bullies. Theodora is incredibly allergic to bananas, so she also has an extreme disliking for them, which started after they caused her several, rather unpleasant allergic reactions.

part 3 - setting
words - 409

The moon casts its silvery glow over hills of the island of Argentlun, a place, almost mythical in its beauty, where the sun rises only once a year, the day of the summer solstice. The rest of the year, its people rely upon only the light from the moon. However, when the sun does rise, it isn’t like one might perhaps expect it to be. Instead, the sun emphasizes the shadows of the land, casting haunting shadows in every corner, as it shines its turquoise light everywhere. The hills of the land soon give way to one of the strangest forests in the world, where the barren trees grow in sand dunes, almost like twigs sprouting out of the orange sand. The desert eventually gives way to the edge of the key-shaped island, where it is met by the sea, whose crystal-clear waters lap the edge of the sand, moving calmly back and forth. The island of Argentlun, unlike the other densely populated cities of Earth, has been discovered by few, almost no people, and therefore has no pollution. Since the island is fairly cut off from the rest of the world, they are lacking in certain technologies, including cars. Instead, they are eco-friendly, and walk everywhere. They also have no buildings, instead preferring to be outside at all times. Since the people have to rely on the light of the moon, instead of the daytime, to do their work, the days are flipped, with the night becoming the day and the day becoming the night. On this island, the moon is always full, again, excluding the day of the summer solstice, where the day and night pattern flips backward for a day. Argentlun, located in the Southern Hemisphere, has the most stars visible at any given point in time, more than anywhere else in the world, along with the brightest recorded moonlight, which is always nearly as bright as the sun, except with cooler temperatures and a warmer, softer glow, which is welcoming, especially during the warmer months. Since they rarely have sunlight, the heat never becomes unbearable, but neither does the cold, since the moon protects the island by providing warmth. However, the waters can be quite frigid, especially during the winter months, which occur during what the rest of the Southern Hemisphere recognizes as spring. Because of this, all the seasons are a month earlier, which further disconnects the island from the rest of the world.

part 4 - premise
words - 171

Your character has been working for hours and is about to go to sleep when they hear a strange tapping noise coming from the window. They edge forward cautiously, worried that it could be a burglar. They pause, listening, to see if they can still hear the tapping, when it suddenly becomes more insistent. The tapping continues, loud and fast, and your character decides they can’t bear waiting any longer and must see who, or what, it is. When they finally work up the courage to look out the window, though, nothing is there, but still the tapping sound continues. They look around in confusion, when they hear a voice whispering, “Come to the window . Come, we insist,” your character begins to run away in fright, wondering how the voice knows their name. After pondering for a few more minutes, they decide to return to the window out of curiosity, and they immediately regret their choice when they look out the window and see who, or what, is there.

part 5 - story
character: Alexandra Marshall
setting: Starryburn beach
premise: by Wishingdeer

words - 1380

Twenty-year old Alexandra Marshall walked into work, sighing in annoyance, anticipating another, boring twelve-hour day at work in which she did nothing but stare at a computer screen, filling out data tables. She sat down, put on her glasses, and took out her spreadsheets, typing in data as she went, her fingers flying across the holographic keyboard hovering in front of her. She glanced outside longingly. It was such a beautiful day! Instead, she was in here, doing the same lowly job she had been stuck in for years. It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t want to give a speech, even if that meant she could be promoted to a higher position. She looked around at the posters hanging on the wall, all advertising her workplace, or the NSDA - the National Space Discovery Association, founded in 2093. There were also various plaques stating all the achievements other people had made, the achievements they had made while she was busy logging their data. They probably didn’t even use the data, but oh well. She knew everyone judged her anyways, which she despised. Alexandra was aroused from her thoughts by crackling on the intercom. She started in surprise – no one ever used the intercom in here, no one was important enough. She recognized the boss’ voice on the intercom. Not just her boss – THE boss, the one in charge of EVERYONE! What was he doing talking to unimportant assistants like her? He must have dialed the wrong room accidentally. Although that was nearly impossible, considering the close-to-perfect, high-tech voice systems that NSDA had implemented throughout the building. Even she had access to them! She was about to press the intercom button to inform the boss that he had the wrong room when she recognized her name! Alexandra Marshall. The boss knew she existed – he was talking to HER. And he never spoke to anyone unless he absolutely had to. Ever.
“I repeat, Alexandra Marshall, please report to headquarters.” The intercom crackled off again. She sat in shock until she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Alexandra, you have to go,” said Eleanor, the friendly woman who worked at the desk next to her. Alexandra wandered through the hallways almost in a trance, still numb with shock. She walked nervously up to a heavy wooden door with delicate carvings etched into it. She raised her hand to knock when a voice called “Come in, and hurry!” Alexandra moved to push open the door, but it swung open on its own. She stepped nervously into the room and was immediately in awe at the sheer beauty of the room. It wasn’t even high-tech, like she was expecting, but something about it felt powerful. “Stop gaping and get over here. We need your help!” he called sharply. “M-me? What would you need me for?” she asked in confusion. She walked over to his desk, still looking around in amazement. The room seemed ancient in comparison to the rest of the NSDA, containing strange-looking relics. One was labeled 100 AD, whatever that meant, and another was labeled 2021. She had learned briefly about that year in her history books, a strange, ancient time where the computers couldn’t even read people’s minds! Now that she thought about it, the boss himself seemed ancient. He had a long, flowing white beard, and wrinkles around his eyes. The boss turned his computer around so she could see. Alexandra took a few moments to skim the lines of code, and her eyes widened in surprise as she read it. “Why me?” she asked so quietly that the boss couldn’t hear her. “What was that?” he asked. “I said, why me?” she repeated, slightly louder this time, “I- I don’t think I’m qualified to do this…” “You’re the only one who can. I believe in you, Alexandra,” he replied. She reached for the holographic keyboard, snatching it out of the air and dragging it towards her.

She took a deep breath and began to type. She typed like her life depended on it, which, in some ways, it did. Her career and her life, really. No pressure there. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She only had room to focus on one thing, the code. A bead of perspiration appeared on her forehead and trickled down her face. The revelation hit her like a train running at full speed: the world depended on her. Her, Alexandra Marshall. She began to tremble, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. If she couldn’t break this code, then the hijacked space shuttle would come straight towards them, attacking like a cannon, shattering the Earth into tiny fragments. She typed faster and faster, willing the computer to work, to help her in breaking this code, and praying that whoever hijacked the shuttle couldn’t counter her hack. “How did this even happen?” she wondered to herself. She thought the spaceships were supposed to be unhackable, and even on the rare chance that they were hacked, they were supposed to have backup controls. “Why me?” she wondered again, “How did the boss even know who I was?” She kept typing, realizing that these thoughts were slowing her down again. Suddenly, there was a mechanical whooshing noise as the lights, and the computer, turned off. Power outage. She had heard of these, but they were such a rare occurrence that she would never have expected one. Of course her only experience of a power outage was when she was trying to save the world. She muttered a curse under her breath, and began slapping the mouse and pressing random keys, hoping the computer would turn back on. If only she had more time.

When she thought that thought, it was like a lightbulb turned on, which would have been impossible, since power outages always lasted for at least an hour. She looked around, confused. How did she end up on a beach? She sat on the perfect, warm, untouched sand, watching the violet waves crash along the shore. She smelled the fresh scent of the sea, along with a salty fish smell. A flock of seagulls flew overhead, cawing loudly, as if they were speaking to her, although that, of course, was a crazy thought. Alexandra realized that she could no longer remember what she was doing before this. It was something important… Well, it clearly wasn’t that important, or she would have remembered. She certainly wouldn’t feel so peaceful. Wait… who was she again? The star shone brightly overhead. Wait… the star? Wasn’t it supposed to be… she forgot what the star that normally provided warmth was called, but she certainly remembered it being much smaller than this one, and not as bright. Then it clicked. Stars, the sun, space. SPACE! She needed to get back to the NSDA! But how? She stepped into the strangely colored water, hoping to try to swim back to the NSDA.

When she stepped into the water and dipped her head under, it was like looking at the galaxy overhead. A literal sea of lights swam below the surface. Were those… stars? Baby stars? A curious-looking one swam over to her, moving like a tiny fish. “Hello!” it called in a tiny voice. “Um… hello!” she replied, unable to resist the adorable voice, “I’m looking for a way back to the NSDA. I need help saving my world!” The star came closer, “I know how to help you,” it whispered tauntingly, “But first, you have to play hide and seek with me. None of my friends ever play with me – they’re boooring. Don’t worry, time in your world is frozen while you are here, your world will be safe.” Alexandra relented, and began to search for the little star.

Almost an hour later, she found it hidden behind a strange-looking piece of coral. “You found me!” it called out, giggling with delight, “Now, a deal’s a deal, and I have to help you save your planet.” It made a clicking sound, and the sky swirled, depositing her with a thunk on the floor of the boss’ office. Miraculously, the power had turned back on, and it appeared as though her hack had worked! She sighed in relief, and immediately fell asleep in exhaustion.