Scratch Writing Camp Weekly #2 - March 2022

YanaGcodes

Do we have to work with a partner?

furrywonder

Weekly-2

300 words of a short story written in comments with somebody else (At least 300 words each, 600 words total)

Personality and Traits: 200 words

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: 200 words

Dislikes and Fears: Anora has a terrible fear of losing herself, not getting lost but losing herself to the dark side. Ever since she found herself a Jedi knight she's wished that things could be different, that people would just let her be herself, she is forced to put up a false front in order to remain a Jedi.

This is 500 words total!

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500 words coming up with a well-detailed character

Anora \J edi Knight

400 words of a descriptive story setting

150 words of a possible (flexible) story premise

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1000 words of a story taking a character, a setting and a premise from various other people
Proof of all parts
(In total, at least 2350 words for 4500 points!)

EnbyStuff

Part 1: Short Collaboration Story

(DONE!)

Done with @Spire-

Whole thing: https://scratch.mit.edu/users/Spire-/#comments-192602104

Delaney hadn't been allowed to fight, they were too young. But their people were dying. They wanted to help. Still, it was as if their thick boots were glued to the sandy ground below. They were scared, but they refused to admit it. The people needed help, and Delaney could provide it.
They were staring down at the battle below, trying to convince their feet to move, when a loud noise snapped them out of their trance.
Delaney let out a shriek. Their brother… someone had stabbed their brother. They shrieked again, this time in anger. They turned toward the opposing troops, and attacked. They hacked through soldier after soldier, ignoring the pain of the cuts they received in turn. Finally, they stopped, panting, the anger and grief still roaring in their head.
They whipped around to face them, only to find one of their mothers, bundled in the elaborately decorated warrior clothes of a queen. The only one left now. Their mother grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the sickle. “What do you think you're doing?! I told you to stay far away from the battle!” she shouted, but behind her harsh words, she seemed to be hiding a trickle of fear.
“I'm- you know I didn't mean that…,” Delaney tried to say, but their mother interrupted. “But it's true. I shouldn't have let him fight. After your other mother died… I knew it was dangerous, I just never thought…” she looked downcast. “It's wartime. People are going to die. But you two… my children, I should never have let him fight. Both of you are too important to me.” Delaney reached out and hugged their mother, slow tears trickling down their face. Delaney released their mother after a minute, and looked around. There were still a few people fighting, but most of the other army was totaled. Warriors from both sides lay fallen, their blood dying the sand below them.

+ My parts, 324 words +

Part 2: Character

(DONE!)

Name: Mels “Tumbleweed” Blubell
Age: 10-20?
Species: Humanoid with fish-like traits.

The sections here are a bit mixed-up, it's hard to separate them into categories, bc dislikes naturally make me write about what she likes, and what she wants makes me write about why.

Personality and Traits: She got her nickname because she's thin, and has never been very strong. Large gusts of wind or the hard push of someone running in to her would send her sprawling to the ground. She tries to do what's right, but her anger sometimes gets in the way. It has a habit of taking over her body, and she can be very destructive when she's “possessed” by it. She enjoys collecting random things, and has a hard time throwing anything away, because “I might need it later!” Her sibling(s) and friends go to her if they need an obscure item, and she often has what they need, or she knows where to find it. People often think of her as a girl, and she doesn't mind too much, but the label doesn't fit her perfectly, so she tries to avoid using it for herself. Like I said before, she collects things, but she doesn't use many of them. She wants to make things with her collections, and she's planned out exactly what she wants to make, but she hasn't. She's afraid of messing it up and ruining her precious objects, so she saves them for when she's older, and hopes that she'll be more confident then. 209 words

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: When she's old enough to make her own life (who knows when that is), she's going to live in a large, fancy, air-conditioned house next to the ocean. She thinks a lot about the future and what she wants out of it, but she can't come to a conclusion. It seems so far away, and she doesn't know what to expect. She wishes she could do better. She does an okay job, but she's very sensitive to rejection, and it upsets her when she gets even minor, unimportant details wrong. She likes being right, and prides herself on her memory. She's not a very strong person, but she is pretty daring. She'll do things she knows are dangerous, and loves the thrill. She wants so many things, but she's afraid they don't really mean anything, or they won't matter in the future. In short, she's worried about the future, but she hopes it'll all work out in the end. She's afraid of messing it up though, and holds back because of that fear. She's not entirely sure what she wants or hopes for, but her strengths are numerous, and generally involve her brain, which is considered above-average by others, and the greatest superpower by Mels. 209 words

Dislikes and Fears: She doesn't like bright colors, she prefers duller or darker ones, like maroon and navy blue instead of bright red and teal. She hates carrots, for whatever reason. The hardness of an uncooked carrot makes her scared she'll break her teeth. She doesn't like enclosed spaces, but she doesn't call it claustrophobia. She naturally migrates to more open, spacious places. She's a little afraid of what the future will hold, and like I said previously, she is sensitive to rejection and is afraid of how other people perceive her, so she's become a bit of a people-pleaser and perfectionist to help ease her anxiety. 107 words

+ 571 Total Words +

Part 3: Setting

(DONE!)

It was a dry, dry dessert. The ground was covered in hard pieces of caramelized sugar, and if you dug down, through several feet of the scratchy, sharp, pokey sugar crystals, you reached a smooth, hard sheet of them. The whole dessert was a dark brown, the color of burnt sugar. It smelled like it too. Sweet, but a burning sweet. You got used to it after a while, but many who first entered the dessert couldn't stand it, it burnt their nose, and the fine sugar particles scratched their noses and throats. The people were generally poor, you’d have to be to live in a place like this. I suppose a few just grew up there, or they liked the open emptiness of it. Either way, few of them had shoes, but many had pieces of cloth made into masks to keep the particles out of their respiratory systems. Of course they weren’t failproof, but they did better than nothing. The particles got in everything. It was like an unending Dust Bowl. The people learned to cope, but it certainly wasn’t for everyone.
There were few signs of life, occasionally you came across a house built of whatever hard candies they could find, and, if they were lucky and had a blowtorch, maybe even a caramelized sugar house.
There were few plants, after all, it's a dessert, not a veggy table. Every now and then there's some kind of candied fruit. Common ones were candied ginger, oranges, plums, stuff like that. Occasionally you might come across a fruitcake plateau, but those were hard to get nutrients from, and you need a permit to mine them.
There's no water. Occasionally you'll find some melted chocolate or a sticky caramel puddle, and sometimes it snows powdered sugar, soft and fluffy until it's trampled by the dino nuggies. They're supposed to stay in the diner, but they like to roam.
The people could be surprisingly bitter for living in a dessert, but if you think about it, the living conditions weren’t great. It’s definitely hard to fit the MyPlate Guidelines, or to have any kind of balanced meal. For that reason, it’s considered an official Fūd Desert, and it’s also quite deserted. Many people only live on the very edge of the dessert, or they’ve built towns around the few diners that exist within the burnt umber land.
Some might find it odd for such a dessert to exist, with such… interesting… materials, but to the people of Fūd, this was completely normal. They have veggy tables, diners (they’re really big, they have to fit entire dinosaurs!), and the people of Fūd were really good at fast breaks, fasts, and taking breaks. They also love picnicbasketball. As you can see, the land of Fūd was incredibly diverse, and the good Fūd food makes all the people (and dino nuggies) happy. Almost. In the dessert, it’s supposed to be yummy, but whoever cooked it either has an interesting taste, or their oven runs hot.
Anyway, you probably have a pretty good idea of what the Dessert was like, and just the world of Fūd in general. It’s a unique world, I’ll give you that. A bunch of burnt dessert, and people trying to make their home wherever they could. I suppose there’s not a lot of leeway, so I’ll say that it’s okay for you to just take the basic idea, a Dessert desert, and remake it in a way that fits your purposes. Happy writing!

+ 583 words +

Part 4: Premise

(DONE!)

A character is accepted into a prestigious school to learn an obscure craft that they are interested in. They have always wanted to go to this school, but their family can't afford it. One day though, a letter comes in the mail. It is a scholarship from the school! The character can hardly believe it, they have no idea how the school heard of them or who applied for them to get a scholarship, but they are excited nonetheless. They start packing right away, and via some sort of transportation (this can be a train, car, walking, flying carpet, magical broomstick, mortar and pestle, whatever you want) gets to the school. It is a giant building, decorated with the colors and items of the trade (for example, if it's quilt making, the building looks like a patchwork of different materials and colors. It might have beautiful quilts on display, or a banner with a needle and thread featured).
Plot twist: You have two options, cuz I'm indecisive.
1. They forgot their letter, and can't get in to the school!
2. They start school, but it's later revealed that the letter was for someone else :O!

+ 195 words +

Part 5: Bringing It Together

(DONE!)

Character
@Sandy-Dunes
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6104262/

Setting
@snowyforest-
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6071626/

Premise
@RLove10
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6103698/

Elsie tore open the drawers, pulling bundles of clothes out. Sometimes she stopped at a pair of pants, stuck her hands in the pockets, and finding nothing, tossed them on the floor. The floorboards were hardly visible anymore, the contents of Elsie’s drawers and shelves piled up in the center. Elsie was crying by now, her anxiety building up.
Her mother sometimes compared her brain to a box. It was big, she could think so many things at once, but when her anxiety started, the box started to overflow. The thoughts got thrown into the box all at once, and when it overflowed, the volcano erupted. Her emotions got so big, it was like her body couldn’t hold them all. It was painful, for her brain especially.
That’s what was happening now. She couldn’t find her lucky necklace, the one with Mjolnir on it, and her brain was getting overloaded. It was important. It calmed Elsie doen, made it possible to think and focus. Plus, it looked awesome. And it was a gift from her father, who got it from his parents, who got it from one of their parents. All the way back to their ancestors in Norway. It was an heirloom. Only about a hundred years old, but still important. When she first saw it, she had begged her Dad to give it to her, and it had finally been gifted to her on her eighth birthday, the one where she got to go to the movies with her two best friends, instead of having the usual family barbecue. She had worn it to the first day of school every year since she was eight. She couldn’t stop now, it was her trademark, the one thing the kids at school knew her by.
Her mother was calling her. ‘Elssiiieee! You’re going to be late for school!” Elsie let out a frustrated screech. She couldn’t deal with this now, especially not after yesterday. HSe was still upset from that. She wanted to be able to go to school and forget about the necklace, or just go back to sleep again, but her overloaded brain wouldn’t let her. She needed to find the necklace NOW, or she wouldn’t be able to find it ever. She should have looked for it yesterday, like her mom suggested. Elsie had ignored her mother when she’d said that, thinking that she already knew where it was. Now she wished that she had actually considered it.
She kept looking through her things, but she was running out of places to look. Soon she’d need to start asking her Metro neighbors.
After looking through every plausible hiding place in her room, and double-checking everything in her pile, she was definitely going to be late for the bus. She ran out of her room, and started looking through the small living room/kitchen combo. Her little brother, who’s school started a few hours later, was playing with his carved wooden train set, made a few years before by their dad. As Elsie looked under the couch that Davie was sitting on, Davie leaned down and looked under the couch with her, trying to figure out what she was attempting to find.
“What’re you lookin’ for?”
Elsie didn’t respond, but she ran to look under the chair and table that occupied the rest of the room. Davie followed her around until she started trying to lift up the hand-woven rug.
“Mooom, Elsie’s acting weird!”
Their mother looked over. “Elsie, what are you doing?”
Elsie had moved on from the rug and started looking in the kitchen cabinets. “I lost my necklace and I can’t find it and I need it!” she said in a panicked voice.
“Maybe the fairy thieves took it.” Elsie’s older brother walked in and spoke with a chuckle.
It was a family joke, if anything was ever lost in their house, they made up some crazy story to explain it.
“Maybe Mr. Brunswick stole it!” Davie said, trying to get in on the joke.
“Not funny.” Elsie was slightly calmer now, but her brothers had the ability to infuriate her over the smallest thing.
Her mother had started trying to help her look, but once again they were running out of things to look in. “Do you know where you last saw it, dear?” she asked, trying to keep a calm voice.
“It was on my dresser, but now it’s gone!” Elsie was still panicking, and she was definitely late for school now. And on the first day, too!
“Funny, I was looking for my hairbrush the other day, remember the nice beaded one that Father gave me? I couldn’t find it anywhere, and it has yet to turn up.”
“I can’t find my train’s caboose!” shouted Davie from the living room. Elsie looked up from her search under the salt and pepper shakers to see him chasing a black cat around the living room. It was Tabbie, the Metro’s cat. She loved doing her rounds, checking in on all the residents and collecting her pets. In fact, if you didn’t stop what you were doing to pet her, she was known to hiss at you. Once, she even bit Mr. Brunswick, although he’s known to be a mean old curmudgeon, with a face like a wrinkled old apple. She doesn’t really have one specific owner, although some of the Metro residents leave bowls of food out for her, if they have any to spare.
Jimmie walked in to the kitchen. It wasn’t really a separate room, just a sort of alcove off of the sitting room. “Wow, it’s like everyone’s lost something. I heard Mrs. Carbunkle lost one of her knitting needles.”
“But where did it go?!” Elsie screeched. She was starting to get worried. If her necklace didn’t turn up soon, it might be lost forever.
Tabbie jumped off the table in the sitting room. Davie followed her out onto the balcony, but the cat lept onto the neighbors’ balcony. The Metro was shaped like a U, and Elsie’s family lived in the center of the curve. Davie watched as the cat hopped along one arm of the Metro, almost to the end, until the cat stopped on Mr. and Mrs. Williams’ balcony, and dissapeard inside the apartment. She returned a few minutes later, holding something in her mouth, being chased by Mrs. Smith, who was screaming “That darned cat stole my favorite teacup!”
Davie was the only one to hear her, but he started forming one of his infamous 6-year-old plans immediately.

+1095 words +

This weekly is due at 11:59 pm on March 16th UTC.

Last edited by EnbyStuff (March 16, 2022 23:08:49)

rainingthunders

Character

Name: Bryant Rally
Age: 23
Species: Human
Personality and traits: Bryant is very much what he would call a realist, but other people might define him as a cynic. He's not scared of many things, because he knows he'll die at some point anyway. The one thing he is scared of is dying alone, but he'll never admit that. Some people would describe him as mean, but in truth he's a big softie with a hard outer core. He can be a workaholic and prefers working alone. He's very logical and can solve any problem, usually without his emotions getting in the way. Though he seems tough on the outside, he breaks when no one is watching. He struggles most with the way people see him, which is as an unfeeling psychopath. He makes everyone think he's a psychopath, but wishes someone would discover his real, vulnerable interior, but at the same time does everything to avoid that. On the outside, he's not what most people would call handsome— he has uncooperative red hair, a large nose, and thin lips, but beautiful, sparkling green eyes that give a peek into his soul. His clothing choices are normally anything that help him blend in— anything neutral-colored.

Wants, hopes, and strengths: All he wants is for everything to work out according to plan. He wants everyone to be happy in the end, and has always been insistent that nothing strays from his carefully structured plans. Bryant is very good at planning things, and though he hates parties, he's planned several for old friends. His strengths are logic, math, science, reading, and anything academic or financial. He loves to read, and write persuasive essays. As a hard-core realist, reading helps him to go to another world where the things he knows are impossible can actually be possible. Of course, he never imagines those things being real in the real world, and his lack of imagination provides poor engineering skills. Sometimes, though, he can come up with really special things. One of his biggest hopes is for someone to discover who he really is and love him for who he is. He has so much love for music and other people in his heart and wants to share his love, but he doesn't know how. But he knows that could never happen, so to Bryant, there is no point in hoping. Another one of his strengths is music, he has a nice voice and plays the piano beautifully and enjoys it. It's the only way he knows to express himself.

Dislikes and fears: Bryant heavily dislikes over-emotional people, or even people who are emotional at all. He lacks sympathy for them. He also struggles with people lacking logic when making decisions and when they value their emotions over the facts. Bryant hates it when normal people try to seem like more than they really are, because all his life he's been told he's just a speck of dust in the universe, and he believes it. He's scared of someone finding out what he is truly like inside, and hating him for it. He's also terrified of being loved and then forgotten. Another one of his few fears is things not going according to his plan.

IvyCreations

WORDS: 565

Name: Nandii Akasan
Age: 16
Species: Human

Personality Traits: Nandii is a very strong-willed girl, but is still trying to find her place in this world, which she doesn’t think she has. She is very cautious around strangers, but the moment she sees a kindred spirit she will trust them completely, which can be a hazard. She’s quick to observe her setting and notes every exit, half because of paranoia and half because of security. She has a medium-temper, meaning that she can usually keep calm for quite a while, but if you flip her switch… you might not want to know what happens then. Nandii is also very passionate when it comes to fiction, especially sci-fi. She has a love for all things alien, and, while she knows that aliens aren’t real (maybe) she still enjoys the stories that the authors make up for her. She’s usually quite accepting and flexible, friends with almost everyone who has a similar interest (she’s a nerd). However, if you were to, say, walk up to her and immediately say “Hi, I’m (name)” without any warning or context, she will definitely be surprised and possibly slap you. She tries to keep collected, but when she lets her guard down and is surprised, she’s quick to raise it again. She’s also been told she’s quite a quick learner.

Nandii mostly is trying to find her place in life, and figure out why she’s here. She knows a lot of things, she’s just not sure why. She wants to figure out what her plan is. She’s quite future based, though occasionally she loses control of her own thoughts and begins to revel in the past- a feature of her mind that she particularly dislikes. She dreams of someday doing something great- making some great discovery or perhaps becoming an astronaut- something that will make a difference in the world. She’s very versatile, in both physical and mental capacities. Whatever she ends up doing, she wants to lead. She’s always taken up a leadership position when it comes to group projects, and she usually has a plan for whatever is thrown her way. Another thing she hopes to do is gain control of her emotions and mood- you know, stop slapping random people when they catch her by surprise? Her main goal, overall, is to do something amazing- something that would make her parents proud, because that is what she has been trying to do for almost her entire life. For now, however, she dreams of letting her youth take over, and enjoying it while she can- though thinking in the present is a bit difficult for her.

Nandii hates confined spaces and anything that physically restrains her, such as cuffs or binds such as rope. She’s also particularly susceptible to heat, (and hates it) and has nearly passed out a few times. She sunburns very, very easily. She’s also particularly fond of dogs- all kinds of dogs, no matter what shape, size or color. (she’s very flexible.) She enjoys the fall months, and especially the fall fashion and colors, though she’s not much of a fashionista herself. She really, really hates when people can’t do as they’re told, because she’s always been such a perfectionist- and she hates that she’s such a perfectionist, but even with that she can’t ever complete all her goals. Why can’t she just make her parents proud?

Amethyst-animation

I was 12th with @ewals71_animates but that got deleted

BiaShun

Word Count
Pt. 1 - 316
Pt. 2 - 509
Pt. 3 - 288
Pt. 4 - 172
Pt. 5 - 1,155[
Total - 2,440/i]

PART ONE
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/658152931/

PART TWO
Name: Skylar Sora Zeus
Age: 15
Species: Human

Brief Description: Skylar Zeus is a charming fifteen year-old who lives in the peaceful neighbourhood known as Astrum Town. She is low-key and calm most of the time, but if you irritate her, she'll show you her mischievous side. Though she tries her best to keep calm, cool and collected, if you startle her out of the blue, her self-defence instincts will kick in and in the blink of an eye you'll be flat on your back. She's an ambivert - An introvert in most situations, but can be an extrovert in some circumstances. She's quite fashionable, but she wears only sky-blue garments, most likely because she's nicknamed ‘Skye’. She is also very honest, which isn't intentional. She absolutely cannot tell a single lie without scrunching up her face and jittering her fingers around nervously - which she admits is pretty annoying when you have to tell a lie. She rarely makes friends, due to the fact that nobody really talks to her - unfortunately, being a jiu-jitsu wizard capable of flipping someone in the air makes other people classify you as ‘dangerous’. But she does have two really close friends, Lily Waters and Ember Ignis.

Likes, Dislikes and Fears: Skye is an aspiring jiu-jitsu master, and absolutely adores the lessons she is taught. She also likes to listen to music - mostly pop, although sometimes she will turn to techno, because why not? She also really enjoys writing stories, and three times a year she goes online and joins a writing camp called the AWC - The Astrum Writing Camp. In fact, she joined the current session a week ago, but I can't say she's written a lot (it's mostly procrastination! But don't tell Skye I said that. She hates being called a procrastinator.).
She loathes incompetent and messy people, as she's always been a bit of a perfectionist (except when it comes to tidying up her desk. That's always messy.). She's great at being a leader, and whenever she's doing a group project at school her teammates consider her as their leader, which is super smart of them, since with her as the chief they always get an A+.
Though her jiu-jitsu skills are extremely useful, she can occasionally get carried away with them, and so her number one fear is accidentally hurting someone with her self-defence impulses. But even so, she will definetly let her jiu-jitsu let loose should someone insult her loved ones, as she is extremely protective of her family and friends.

Wants, Hopes and Strengths: Skye doesn't want a lot. Well, apart from that limited edition, solid gold Pikachu card she keeps pestering her parents about. And the weird looking bread plushie she found on Amazon. And a super cute binder with a billion stickers stuck on it..

Skye has multiple strengths: Jiu-jitsu is certainly one, and everyone knows about it, which is why nobody ever messes with her unless they really don't get it. But Skye has another strength, which is her courage. Though nobody knows it, Skye included, she is actually quite brave when it comes to real danger, and certainly won't hesitate when helping her loved ones.

PART THREE
Your setting is the town of Haneul Village (in the past), a small Korean neighbourhood on the outskirts of the Guleum Province. With a population of less than 60 people, everyone knows, well, everyone! The little village is constantly bustling - with a busy market, a pretty big farm and loads more. Haneul Village is practically perfect, and is adored by everyone in the Guleum region, and lots of people come to visit the happy little town every year. Though extremely small, Haneul Village is one of the most well-known neighbourhoods in Guleum. Everyone sees it as a cute, buzzing community with particularly nice kimchi - which I must say, does taste exceptionally delicious.
The only imperfection was a rickety abandoned house, which was built right in the middle of the village. The villagers called it an eyesore. And to tell the truth, it really was. It had vines and mould growing on the wooden walls, the windows were broken, and the thatched roof was quite literally disintegrating, for God’s sake! Some of the older villagers were one hundred percent certain it was haunted, and with every chance they got they spilled out the story of the ‘Haneul Ghoul’. The middle-aged townspeople called the story a ‘ridiculous shenanigan’, but the children completely believed the story and spent countless days prodding and poking at the cabin. They certainly would have explored inside it, but unfortunately for them the door was locked - and it seemed it wouldn’t budge. Your character (also in the past) and a group of friends decide to try and kick the door in - and they succeed (you can take this any way, and make the ghost actually real, or just a fake ‘old folk’s’ tale)!

PART FOUR
NOTICE! TO AVOID USING THE WORD ‘CHARACTER’ TOO OFTEN, I’LL USE MY CHARACTER SKYLAR IN THIS STORY - JUST REPLACE SKYLAR WITH YOUR OWN PERSONA!

After an extremely long day at school (or work, depending on your character’s age), Skylar Cloude slowly slumped home, absolutely exhausted. Halfway home, she checked her battered old watch - and realised she was late!
Dang! she said to herself. I’m late for lunch, Mom’s going to k!ll me!
She quickened her pace and made for her house. I’m not going to make it in time! Mom will ground me for sure! she panicked. Then, she had a brainwave. I’ll just use Google Maps to find a shortcut home, she thought. She quickly unlocked her phone and opened Maps, only to realise she had 10% of battery left!
If I hurry up, I could get home before the battery runs out, she thought. She soon found a shortcut - which only took 10 minutes! Her battery was on 7%, so she sprinted up until about half the shortcut. Then her battery died. “Oh, no.”, she said simply. “My phone’s dead!”. Skye was lost, and worst of all, she’d miss dessert! And it was tiramisu!

PART FIVE
Character: Emily Watson, by @-lilybell
Setting: Raqazz Mt. Range, by @ayid_7345
Premise: by I FORGOT UGHH

The tall, pretty girl ran home through the streets of Raqazz City quite hurriedly, draping a battered old bag across her back. Her sleek auburn hair was neatly tied back in a professional-looking French braid. Her glistening emerald eyes shone in the late afternoon sun, as she sprinted across the road. The beautiful Raqazz Mt. Range was in the background. Emily Watson, nicknamed ‘Em’ for short, was practically flawless in appearance, with sharp facial features and a perfectly symmetrical face. Yes, she was pretty. But she was also late for dinner, and she prayed to God that her mother would still let her have dessert, regardless of how late she was.
“Emily Watson!” were the words her mother greeted her with once she had closed the front door. “Do you know how late it is?” she asked Emily sternly. “Yes, Mom, sorry, Mom,” Em replied, throwing her pummelled old backpack on the wooden floor of the front porch, which spilled all its contents across the carpet. “And for goodness' sake, pick up that backpack of yours!” her mother called after her, as she slowly trudged up the staircase to her bedroom.
Well, time to get cracking on homework, I suppose, Emily said to herself, as she opened the rickety old door of her bedroom. Homework, unfortunately for Emily, was algebra, the single subject she was to say the least, really really terrible at. So she made her way to her cluttered desk, which was very messy. Pens, sticky notes and unfinished essays were strewn all over its polished wooden surface. And to Emily's absolute disgust, a mouldy cheese pizza (with pepperoni, she noted) was thrown on the top of her paperwork, with four-day old grease leaking all over her desk.
“Ugh, yuck!” she exclaimed disgustedly. “That definitely wasn't me,”. It had been, in fact, her extremely annoying 8 year old brother Levi who had left the revolting slice of pizza on Em's desk, as a ‘practical joke’.
Emily was about to throw absolute havoc on her little brother, when she noticed a small box laid neatly on her bed (which was also messy, with the duvet thrown on the floor and the sheet creased up, in much need of an ironing). What's that? she thought. She paced towards her bed, and went to pick up the box. It was lavender, with a silk purple ribbon tied across the lid. It was beautifully decorated with patterns of all shapes and sizes, and it had multiple flower stickers stuck all over it. Emily fiddled with the box in her hands, thinking the ribbon wouldn't give out. But it did, and to Emily's utmost astonishment, a bunch of five dollar bills came flying out of the box, until they finally settled on the floor, amongst the dust (yes, Emily's room was also crying for a vacuuming). “Holy moly,”, Emily gasped, utterly aghast. She quickly pinched her arm, checking if she was dreaming. To her amazement, she stayed put, surrounded by loads of five dollar bills, instead of waking up in her bed in the morning.
She stayed there for a few minutes, slowly taking in what just happened. Then she calmed down and took action. And the action was the feat of deciding she would keep the money for herself. I mean, it was laid right here on my bed, right? she reasoned. It's obviously for me.
So she crouched down on the floor, and picked up all the bills that had been thrown across the floor. It took her quite some time, seeing as her room was pretty big, and the bills scattered across the large area. It also took some time to find a suitable broom from the storage room, which she used to collect the bills that had fallen underneath her bed. She did almost lose two or three bills to a sticky mass of soda pop glue which had been spilled underneath her bed, although she managed to save them.
She quickly stacked the bills into a neat pile, and rapidly flicked through the stack. Being her school council's Treasurer, she was quite used to counting money, and so she was fast at realising that the thick pile of dollars was a perfect $10,000! Emily, having no pocket money whatsoever (she had spent her life savings on a pair of Jordan shoes which she had busted completely within a week of use), tried not to leap for joy and bawl her eyes out. It was hard, but she overcame the urge!
She had gotten so overly worked up, she had gotten parched. Extremely thirsty, to tell the truth! So she grabbed a nearby bottle of water and clumsily opened the cap. Unfortunately for her, the screw-on part of the cap was flimsy, and when she went to put the bottle down, the cap gave out to the weight of the bottle.
And even more unfortunately, the bottle (full to the brim with water, may I add) crashed down onto Emily's desk. On the stack of money! The water absolutely soaked the stack. And Emily could barely take in what had just happened. She gasped so loud you might have thought the sound was actually a gorilla calling! She was sure she would faint.
But she didn't, because she was far too excited (in a bad way, of course) to even sit down. Then, after a few minutes of moping around, she hopped up, and grabbed the stack. Okay, maybe she was a bit too aggressive in doing so, because almost half the stack (the soaked part) ripped in half, leaving a pile of gross and damp paper plopped on the desk. “AAHHHH!” Emily yelled, this time really almost fainting!
But fortunately (or should I say ‘fortunately for the unfortunate?"), Emily soon realised that the bills in her hand were intact. In fact, they weren’t damaged or wet at all!
Emily was in the middle of weeping for sadness and leaping for joy. Flicking through the money again, she realised she had only ripped 4,700 dollars. Okay, maybe not only, but she still had 5,700 left!
She tried to calm herself down, the way she saw Yogis on YouTube do. Well, she was no Yogi, so it didn't work. But she didn't really care, she still had some money left over.
And that was when a loud, piercing wail startled Emily awake. It sounded like an alarm clock? Emily rubbed her eyes, stretched, and looked at the date on her alarm clock. Yep, Emily said to herself. I knew it! It never happened.
She calmly hopped up from her bed, and started towards the flimsy door of her room. That was when something pastel purple caught her eye. She immediately swung round, almost knocking over a real water bottle over. On her desk (which had been magically uncluttered, it seemed), was a tiny lavender box, which was neatly tied up with a silk purple ribbon..

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Setting
WC: solid 400, hehehe.

This story takes place in the city of Akamaran, on the desert planet Kuram. Safe behind tall, towering walls, the people live not in fear but in peace, not with heat and sand and scorching sun, but with green grass and abundant plants. Tall buildings tower over the small homes of the citizens, buildings that only the guards are allowed access to. And, in the center of it all- the tallest one. The building that belongs to the King. The King has no name, is never seen, and rules from behind walls of his own. Here in Akamaran, it never rains- and none of the citizens even know what rain is- yet, somehow, because of their great King, abundant fountains, springs, and even a river flow through part of this city. Tall trees grow, yet the wall towers even over those. Stores line the streets, people calmly browse, choosing only the best, because here, there is no money necessary to buy these. As they ride on their bikes and stroll across the sidewalks, everyone seems happy, browsing and snacking on treats from stands they find on the side of the road. Children run around the city inside the walls, chasing each other through the pastures and twisting through streets playing tag. Animals- whatever is left of them now- run around in pastures, unbothered by the heat. Packed with larger housing complexes towards the center and smaller farming fields and factories towards the outer, this city is massive. None of the people inside suspect that there’s anything outside at all, not besides endless, deathly deserts and scorching suns. Those are where the rule breakers go- people who commit any sort of crime, the worst of which is murder- are forced to go out of the city and into the desert. No one knows what happens to them- whether they live or they die. The murdered are mourned, those who die naturally are mourned, adorned with flowers of crimson and gold, and then sent on the river to flow out of the city in peace, but there is no mourning nor celebration for the banished. They are simply forgotten. It is better for the people, so that children may always continue to run along the fields and know that they are safe- and it’s simply up to the writer to decide whether it really is perfect, or just a ruse for control.

Ham19-01-2011

Part 1
ME: Lucy walked out of the office, sighing. It had been a stressful day at work and all she was looking forward to was a good nap and rest.

MOUSELOVERR: Getting in her blue car, she drove home, planning what she would do when she got there: first, take a long hot shower, then make some tea, and finally, have a nap until dinnertime, when she would make a grilled cheese.

ME: Her eyes fell on a woman crossing the road. Gasping, she somehow managed to brake suddenly, allowing her to pass. That was close! She must have been distracted by her thoughts. Deciding to actually WATCH the road, she continued to drive.

MOUSELOVERR: She was delayed once more by a family of ducks crossing the road to get to the pond she lived by, and finally, she got home. She took her shower and started to heat up the water for the tea when the power went out.

ME: “Ugh!” she thought. “Maybe this is just an unlucky day for me.” Shrugging the feeling off, she went up to her window. A nearby lamppost simply fell, followed by several others. Lucy rubbed her eyes: they were still lying on the floor.

MOUSELOVERR: Turning away from the window, she told herself it was an illusion, caused by tiredness. Turning back to the dark kitchen, Lucy sees little floating lights. It's an illusion. she tells herself, hands shaking. The lights surround her and start spinning, faster and faster. All she can see is a bright glow. Then it stops, and everything goes dark.

ME:Taking a deep breath and swallowing, she opens her eyes. “This place is marvellous!” she says to herself, amazed by how serene and picturesque the garden is. The grass tickles her feet and the euphonious melody of birds soothes her. This is perfect; maybe it was not her unlucky day after all.

MOUSELOVERR: But… how did she get there? The question flashed across her mind like a bolt of lightning, and all feelings of peace left her as a flood of questions filled her mind. How… and why was she here? What took her here? Was this garden a trap, meant to look pretty but eating something meant instant death? Panicking, she drew her hand away from a flower. Be rational, she told herself. Taking a deep breath, she took in her surroundings.

First, there was the garden, then on her left was a large grassy field, and on her right was a sprawling forest. Directly in front of her was the gate to the garden, leading to a road that disappeared out of sight, and a distant mountain range rising up in the distance. Behind her, after the garden fence was… nothing. There was no other way to explain it. She walked over to get a closer look. It was really just nothing.

Is this place real? She thought, staring at the nothingness. And if it is… did those lights take me here… to save it?

ME: Suddenly, a mysterious voice floated through the air, “Pick up the flower, do not hesitate. It will do nothing to you. Say ‘avada kedarva’ and you will be there; I will tell you what to do there.” She did as the voice instructed her to do. Quietly, she mumbled, “Avada kedarva,” not at all prepared for what she was about to witness.

As soon as she said the word, the garden faded away and for a single moment, she thought that she would be transported back to her house, not able to return ever again. She shouted, “No!” To her surprise, she was not taken back to her house, but to the nothingness. Everything was dark, she could not see anything: Lucy started to wish she HAD gone back home after all. “What should I do now?” she cried, frightened.

The voice simply laughed evilly; she had fallen into the trap laid by that voice, it did not want to guide her, but mislead her!
348 words for my parts
Part 2
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 just like a computer.

Alfred pressures himself to do everything the best anyone possibly can and within the shortest amount of time possible. 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.

Wants, Hopes and Strengths:
Alfred has an addiction to knowledge. He wants to gobble up more every day and it makes him happy. He learns at least one new thing every single day and continues, knowing that there is much more to be learnt.

Although he tries to conceal it, inside, he wishes that he had his parents back. Thoughts of his parents make him feel a bit uncomfortable, so he simply dismisses the thought. He never lets it out and it is not doing well for him, since he is becoming emotionally depressed with unpleasant memories. He does not have anyone to let it out to either, which is making him even more miserable. Ocassionally, he does wish to have someone that cares for him, but his mistrust in everyone has prevented him from doing that. Knowledge just helps him temprorarily dismiss these thoughts, but they always return to him nevertheless.

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

He can also ignore unhelpful comments by people. For example, Alfred was constantly bullied throughout his childhood, but this never affected his emotions and concentration in classes. For some reason, he can not do the same to the aforementioned uncomfortable memories.

Dislikes and Fears:
Alfred hates all humanity in general. He hates how they laugh and sneer at him as he passed; he hates how they lie and tell others off for no reason; he hates how they betray and back-stab others, even their so-called ‘friends’. For this reason, he has never tried to interact with others properly and willingly.

Alfred dislikes messy places. Why can people not take a minute to put everything where it is supposed to be? Why are they so lazy? Why can they not sacrifice a minimal fraction of their time to organise their workplace? It is their responsibility after all.

Part 3
This story takes place in the serene island of Aquatus. The population is low, so the communities there are very closely knit together and everyone is happy to help. Everyone only wish that Aquatus would be released from it's curse (more on that in a bit).

Aquatus is a normal island. The villagers are saddened and grim, because of the constant inevitable rain and storms.

The villagers in the island does not have of modern comforts – such as video games and televisions –that exist in this world. Although visitors have informed them of such items (very vaguely), they have not regretted being deprived these comforts, not even once. These people are content.

It rains constantly and relentlessly here. The sky is always pitch black: thunder and lightning reign together forever. The sun never shines and the day is gloomy.

A legend states that once Aquatus was a floating island: the villagers allowed to wind to guide them across the world. The sun bathed the island in it's light and warmth and the villagers rejoiced. The king who reigned was exceedingly amicable, just and righteous; he was fair and never treated his subjects differently to royal personalities. Everyone admired him and all he wished was his subjects to be happy.

Until one day, an enemy got jealous and dared to k!ll him. He crept into the palace, armed with a sword and mercilessly k!lled the king in his sleep. The land mourned and grieved his death for months.

The new ruler is now hated and detested; the villagers can not disobey him though, or else he will exile them from Aquatus. He also enforced strict rules on the villagers: they were not allowed to go to the outskirts of the island, the buildings had to painted in a dull shade and much more (you make it up!).

Ever since then, Aquatus has been anchored to the ground, unable to float again. The rain took over and the sky darkened. There is, however, a prophecy that says that if an act of redemption is done, Aquatus will once again float and will plunge into it's marvellous past again.

The villagers pray every day that this mircale will happen and the ‘act of redemption’ will take place soon. They dream of Aquatus in it's early days, as they have never seen it with their own eyes, only with their vivid imaginations.

Part 4
Your character is dreaming. Their reflection talks to the character, telling them to ‘come, join me’. The character wakes up with a start. Shrugging the dream off, they get ready to go to school/work. After they dress up, they stand in front of he mirror. The reflection speaks again, but still imitates your character's actions. Your character is startled. They ask the reflection to not imitate them and perform their own actions to prove that it is not just a weird vision. The reflection does as your character says, and asks your character if they can swap places for one day; your character agrees, they are so tired of their tedious life that they would even be in a mirror for a day. Your character is instructed to tap on the mirror thrice and they do it. Suddenly, your character finds themselves in a mirror, what will be there? What will your character see? If you want, you could include the reflection's actions too!

Part 5
Angelina raced into her house, dumping her schoolbag on the floor. After a stressful day at school, she was looking forward to a enjoyable, lively night out with a couple of friends.

In a swift motion, she took her phone of her pocket and phoned her friends, Emily and Samantha.

“Hi,” said Angelina.
“Hello,” replied Emily.
Clearing her throat, Angelina declared, “Hey Emily, I'm going to that nearby cliff, the Obsidian Cliffs, wanna come?”
“Wait, let me ask Mum,” said Emily.
“Don't tell her that you're going to the Obsidian Cliffs! She won't let you!” bellowed Angelina.
“Okay, okay. I'll tell her about going to the library,” said Emily, temproraily putting herself on mute.
“Yeah, Mum says I'm allowed.” said Emily, after a few seconds.
“When are you coming then?” asked Angelina.
“Now, of course!” exclaimed an excited Emily.
“See you there then!” said Angelina, before hanging up.

“Mum! I'm going out… to the … ummm… library!” yelled Angelina. She stood there momentarily, waiting for a ‘okay’ from her mum.

When her mum had finally approved, Angelina sprinted out, keen on getting out of the house and receiving some fresh air. A gust of wind blew at her face, making her grin.

The cliff was simply five minutes away and Angelina knew her mountainous neighbourhood by heart. Being an eager explorer from her childhood, she spent the majority of her free time outside, unlike her lazy elder brother, who stayed slumped on the couch, refusing to move a single inch.

Soon, Angelina was at the beach; Emily was already there.
“Remember when we first met?,” said Angelina, nudging Emily.
“Yeah, I do. It was awesome! We had a lot of fun on that nearby hill, I think we played all day! Those hills looked relaxing.” said Emily, her face looking reminiscent.
“Ths”
“Y' know, my mum says this place is haunted and the weather's always bad. She spun this whole fairy tale about how some enchanted wizard had cursed this place and said the weather would only be normal once a decade.” said Angelina, making Emily gasp.
“But…. Angelina, why didn't you tell me? I just thought this was a normal place. We have to go, now!” said Emily.
“Ugh… Emily… Don't be such a worrier, it'll be fine! See, there's no bad weather now, is there?” said Angelina.
“But, what about the once in a decade part? What if THIS is the one day in the decade? Don't you see it, Angelina? We've got to get out of here! And quick!” exclaimed Emily, trying to warn Angelina.
“No! This place looks marvellous and I'm not leaving after five minutes of being here, just because of a stup!d fairy tale that my mum told! You leave if you want, but I'm not coming!” shouted Angelina, stubbornly.
“Is this what you do to me when I try to help you, to warn you, to keep you out from danger? Well, this is the end of our friendship; I'm not gonna talk to you again!” bellowed Emily, who had stormed off, wiping off a tear that had escaped her eye.

Emily dashed down the cliff, her heart hammering in her chest, her palms sweating,
angry tears trickling down her cheek. Something in her told she should not have done that, that she should not have fought with the only friend she had, but it was too late now: she could not reverse her actions, she had now lost Angelina, forever.

It felt unbearable. The hollow space in her heart, where Angelina and her friendship had once been had been, was now empty and the pain of it was eating her away on the inside. She had never been this close to anyone before, not even her own parents, and now, she would never be.

Trying to dismiss her unpleasant thoughts by shrugging it off, she ventured on, endavouring not to look behind. If she did, she would be reminded of Angelina and would be tempted to return to her.

At last, Emily had almost reached the bottom: it had felt like an age. She trudged to the bottom; when she reached, she was thrown backwards. Confused, Emily paced up to ‘the invisible barrier’ again. She was thrown back for the second time.
“One last try,” she told herself.
She ran up to the imaginary barrier and unsurprisingly, she was thrown back again.
Was this part of the enchantment too? If it was, she and Angelina would not be able to leave the cliff ever again. Angelina…. What was she doing? Was it midnight yet? Had the storm started again? Emily hope it had not; if it had, Angelina would have been dead by then.

Emily made up her mind to go see Angelina, to persuade her, to make her believe that the tale was true. That they had to get out soon. That they could be friends again. Picking up her friendship locket (which she had stuffed in her pocket after the argument), Emily started heading up.

Her feet were crying out in pain; she had just came down a cliff and she had to climb up it again. Her joints felt as if they were set to burst any moment. She herself was starting to feel drowsy. Emily told herself that if she didn't hasten, they would be stuck in the place forever, unable to leave.

Telling herself this every few moments to encourage herself, she climbed up the cliff. She was surprised by how easy it was to get down the cliif than climb up it, and for a moment, she wondered how she had got up with ease the first time. Guessing it might have been the eagerness to meet her friend, she carried on.

After what seemed like a decade, she reached the top at last, heaving for breath and wheezing.
Emily managed to cry out, “Angelina!”, before falling to the floor.

Angelina immediately sprinted to her friend.
“What happened?” asked Angelina, with a shocked face.
“Down there… enchant…. can't go… ” muttered Angelina, before going completely unconscious.
Angelina felt angry at herself; this was all because of her. If she hadn't fought with Emily, she wouldn't lay here, unconscious. It was as if Angelina she had been momentarily paralysed. She didn't know what to do; she shuddered in fear.

What was it that Emily had said? Angelina tried to recall her silent words: “Down there… enchant… can't go… ”
Maybe it was something at the bottom of the cliff? Something about the enchantment? But… what about ‘can’t go' ? Where could she not go? Well, it was up to her to find it out.

Swallowing, Angelina stood up: she had to be the one to finish this.

Last edited by Ham19-01-2011 (March 13, 2022 09:48:59)

xX-Mimi-Xx

Weekly - Part One - Four

Weekly Two
500 words coming up with a well-detailed character
400 words of a descriptive story setting
150 words of a possible (flexible) story premise
1000 words of a story taking a character, a setting and a premise from various other people
Proof of all parts
(In total, at least 2350 words!)

Mi : Just then, a horn blew. ‘Listen up, you idiotic people!’ A rude, furry face said, appearing on the screens around. ‘It’s time for you all to stop killing each-other- we have another, more…unexpected game awaiting you.' He snickered. My gut dropped. ‘WHAT?’ I thought. ‘WHAT DO THEY MEAN?’ ‘Well, guess were the ones left, huh?’ A mysterious person with one of those shady hoods on says. ‘I guess so.’ My friend, Zero, says, equally freaking me out. Without thinking, I said- ‘Let the games begin!’

Z : Wait, only ONE can survive?

Mi : ‘Uhm’ I stutter, and my voice falls. I had forgotten to tell her. ‘Y-Yeah. I forgot to tell you…’ my voice failed again. Whoever won, they'd have to revive the other person. I had no doubt I would revive her, but would SHE revive ME? I mean, we only get to revive 4 people.

Z : ‘It’s fine' I said. ‘If you defeat me, that’s fine' I want to be defeated but at the same time, no. I didn't know that the game makers only make one person survive. Well, the games truly begin.

Mi : I pulled Zero off to the side, slightly nervous of what she would say. “Zero?” I paused, thinking carefully of my next words. “Would you revive me if I died? I know you'll revive your brother first, but, could you spare a spot on the revive list for me?” I held my breath, scared and excited at the same time to hear what she said next. Then, after seemingly hours, she replied. “I….”

Z : ‘I will.’ I said. ‘Why did you ask? You think that I wouldn’t revive you? Of course, Mimi! You are my friend! Why would I do that to you?'

Mi : “I don't know, I guess having friends like mine can do things to trust.” I started to smile, the first smile I've had since this whole thing started. “I'll revive you, too! All we have to do is win. One of us has to win.” I grin. ‘This girl has NO CHANCE!’ I thought. ‘Two vs one? We CAN do this!’ I put my hand out, giving Zero a high-five. “Let's do this! Zero-X squad!”

Z : I high five Mimi, knowing that they are correct.

Mi : ”So, what's the plan?“ I asked Zero, having no idea what we should do or not do. ”I don't know what the plan should be, so what do you think?“

Z : ”I think we should look at hidden places, or maybe split up“

Mi : ”Well,“ I began, not sure how to word this, ”You're, uh, known to be a bit distracting, sometimes?“ It was true, but weird to say, at the same time. I tried to lighten the mood a bit, with a joke. ”I mean, I do like stabbing people in the back!“ Making a reference to the team I betrayed at the teamwork exams.

Z : ”True,“ I smirked. ”How about I do the distracting and you do the stabbing?“

Mi : I grinned, throwing and catching my knife in rapid succession. ”I mean, I'd never say no to a game of tag!“

Z : ”Same here,“ I replied. ”I love bamboozling people.“

Mi : I watched as one of my closest friends put themselves in danger, trusting me to help them out. ‘What if…’ I thought, an idea popping into my mind. ‘What if I let them die, and win myself? I could revive anyone, anyone at all!-’ I shook my head, firmly. ”Nope. Not happening.“ I mutter. Seeing Zero had distracted them I had the perfect opportunity. I leaped, almost flying across the ground. I remember posing my knife for the strike, and….

Z : I saw Mimi getting ready to strike. I stopped with the distraction and ran away. The person also followed me and chased me.

Mi : froze, mid-strike. My target had moved. I silently screamed at Zero to stop moving, to stand still. I stood, melting into the shadows, and got ready to strike once again.]

Z : I continued to run, then my legs became tired. I stopped. I felt something warm, touching me. I saw see red. It stained my clothing. It was blood. I was shot. The person behind me cornered me. They had their knife, ready to strike

Mi : When I saw my{online}best friend get shot and cornered, psycho mode pushed through. I charged, screaming ”DIE!'', and stabbed them. But I was too late. Zero was dead. And so was the person that killed her. I was…the only person left. I whispered, “We won, Zero.” But my voice got carried off by the wind.

(OMG THIS STORY IS SO INTENSE, IDK WHAT TO WRITE) A: CONGRATULATIONS! OUR WINNER IS MIMI!

Mi : {RIGHT?!} “Well” I murmmer, staring at my friend dead body. “Might as well put on a show for the crowd!” I bring my head up smiling, showing happiness and suprise. I felt dread in the bottom of my stomach, like I was missing out on one important detail. Suddenly, I was spun around to face 23 coffins, all with people in them. A: Mimi, please choose four coffins. You won't know who's in them, but you'll be reviving them! My heart stopped. What if I didn't pick Zero? My face was frozen on a smile.

Z : The crowd stopped cheering and start screaming.

Mi : I was confused. Why were they screaming? What was happening?

Z : One person yelled “PICK ONE!”

Mi : I picked the far right corner one. In it, I sighed in relief, was Zero's brother. I had forgotten his name, but was happy to see someone firmiliar

Z : Everyone continued to scream and shout

Mi : I picked the next coffin. “Oh shoot,” I muttered. The person in the case was Bloom.

Z : “Can she undo?” one person in the crowd asked

Mi : “Can I? I'd love to!” {ZEROZERO ZEROZERO!!!! WERE BOTH IN HORROR!!!!!!}

Z : (LETS GOOOOOOOO) A: Sure you can undo

Mi : “I can undo Bloom? Great!” I was excited for this change of events. I got so brave, I chose a random coffin, with no calculations whatsoever. It turned out, I had chosen my other friend! I chose the next one. Random person. I stared at the coffin I was going to pick. I shakily pointed at it, hoping I wasn't making a grave mistake. It opened, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Inside the coffin was my close friend Zero.

Z : Everyone started going crazy.

Mi : “why are they-” I broke off, the noise getting really loud

Z : The four got revived…

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Part Two - Character Making

Name : Freya Madison
Alias : The Light Witch
Other Alias : The Dark Sorcerer
Type : Magic Wander
Power : Magic of all Sorts

Personality : Freya Madison is a sweet, kind, and loving Magic Wander. She is a light type, who has mastered the dark arts. She is an open book for most things, but has a few scary secrets of her own. She is a very happy person who is also very, VERY, likable. So much, that she has had nearly 50 people now ask her out- even though she is only 13. She is beautiful, with chocolate brown hair, and ice blue eyes. She is a popular, loving, and caring school character, and is fully engaged in everything that happens in school. She believes in a full, large, and happy life, which she thinks starts with a full, purposeful, and engaging, education. She is questioning her sexuality, seeing as she cannot decide which she likes- or if she even likes anyone at all. She is very, very, VERY, protective of gay, strait, bi, and more, seeing as she has many friends that are either part of the community, or supports it very openly. She feels if you hate on Lgbt, then THAT is not ok. She is also very protective of people with different races- black, white, asian, north-african, and all of those amazing races! She's very open about the fact that if you're rude or don't support them, then she doesn't want to talk to you, or even be associated with you.

Wants - She is a very humble and not-greedy person, but she still wants quite a few things. First off, she wants her parents to get back together again, seeing as she has been extremely lonely and sad that they have gotten divorced. She feels it is all her fault, and finds it hard to forgive herself for those mistakes she thinks she has made. She also wishes that she could get what every other richer person was getting- the flying car. She only has a flying bike and scooter, so she is very excited to get one. And, she already has a license.

Hopes and Dreams - She is a very thoughtful, wishful person. She dreams of one day becoming a famous model, or fashion designer! Or, that's what she tells everyone else. What she really wants is a chance to become a famous soccer player. She loves soccer, and loves running, so she thinks it would be the perfect job for her! She hopes that one day she will be able to go to the Demonic Soccer Tournament, as well. She also has a dream of becoming a big, well-known archer. What she doesn't know is that there's a war coming on the horizon, and archers are just what they need.

Strengths - I have already said she is a good archer and soccer player. But she is also amazing at singing, dancing, ice-skating, and all sorts of games, too! Oh, and did I mention she loves, and is quite good at, coding!?

Dislikes - She dislikes everything that has to do with hate, everything at all. No hate in this person’s life! She dislikes mean people, bullying, math, and {ironically} writing. Although, she loves school, people, love, reading, coding, talking, horror, {How weird. Not at ALL because I'm in horror. Noooooooooooo}, fire, earth, and so much more!

Fear - She has many fears, her biggest fear being lightning. {Like me!} She is also very afraid of falling, heights, bees / wasps, both, getting yelled at, giving away secrets, death, not living her best life, BOYS, adults, little - little children, and many, many more things she is terrified of.

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Part Three - Setting
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Part Three - Setting
400 words

This story will take place in 2078, in one of the biggest cities known ever to mankind, the Starlit City. Starlit city is a colorful city, with a color pallet ranging from dark, deep black, to light, bright white. The main colors you would frequently see in Starlit City is a bright, pale, yellow, and a beautiful pastel, pale, light blue. Starlit city is beautiful at day, but even more beautiful at night. With it's glowing stars at the highest tops of spirals, flowing up from tall, beautiful, buildings, to fairy lights, flying across the market grounds, people laughing and talking in the green, colorful gardens, to even swirls of color flying through the night sky, going to somewhere people call the heavens. Now, Starlit City may be beautiful, but with every amazing place there are always those things that make them less beautiful. For instance, in 20…18? 19? 19. In 2019, the world was a, not very modern, beautiful place. There was Now Yark, no, sorry, New York, LA, California, and so many more wonderful places! But then covid, uh, 19 struck. It killed many, reeking havoc, greif, and so many more emotions from the people of 2019. So, bad things do happen, to the best of us. Now, this story does take place all over the city, but it mostly takes place in the… the, uhm, shadier part of town. Here, people go missing, or crimes are committed much more frequently. It is a dangerous part of town, but us people over there are tough, and they know what's up! We call ourselves the ‘Shade Shockers’. Okay, no one does that, it's just something I made up. Over here, there are dark allies, not even lit up by the lights in the sky, or the lights flowing up from spirals on the tops of the highest buildings. In these ways, there are clubs. Okay, not clubs, gangs. They hurt and kidnap people, something that we now call ‘the unforgivable’. Do this, and you will never be forgiven. Depending on how serious what you had done was, depending on the punishment. Eternal jail, death, limbs cut off, and so many other unforgettable things, to make SURE you do not forget- don't do the unforgivable. It is THAT simple. Just don't do the unforgivable. Anyways, this takes place in a modernly run-down home, with holes in the walls and holes in the floor and roof, with a bunch of, uh, not-great things like death-tools, and such. The setting can go on as anyone pleases!

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Part 4

This plot is very complex- something that not a lot of people would understand withou- I’m kidding, duh. It’s not really that complex. I tried to make it into something that any genre could take on- modern, horror, thriller, fantasy, adventure, all those wonderful things, and more! This plot is in a beautiful, yet run-down, part of a city- Starlit City. In this area of the city, there is more crime than in any other place. The main protagonist is named Freya- {pronouns- you can pick!} are/is part of a crime group- but also part of the Light League- people who want to stop all the crime going around. Freya is confused and more than a little worried, because {pronouns} doesn’t know which one {pronouns} wants to stay with, if Freya wants to stay with either. So, this is a multi-type story of a girl/boy/no-gender trying to figure out what, and who, they want to truly become, in the end. Enjoy that very-confusing storyline - personality <3

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Total - 2,420 Words! <3 <3 <3 <3

Horror <3

hellohumans207

UNFINISHED

WORD COUNT
Part 1: 319
Part 2: 594
Part 3: 130
Part 4:
Part 5:
Total:

Part 1:
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Part 2:
Name: Emily Young
Age: 11
Species: Human

Personality and Traits: Emily is a very shy, patient human being. She waits for her turn and doesn't fight back. She is very smart and doesn't like to show it, because it's what makes her different. Emily is an avid reader and she loves reading books and rating them, especially award-winning ones. This year she has read 137 chapter books, 107 have been award-winning and 30 should've won awards already, and listened to 23 ebooks.

She is an excellent writer and has already had two books published. Emily is an overachiever and is very kind. She loves dogs, especially chocolate labs that are medium-sized and Irish setters. Emily is very thoughtful and enthusiastic about things she likes. She likes to ride her bike and play basketball, which she is fiercely good at. She loves to run her heart out in one sprint and jump.

Emily is obsessed with pink lady apples and sweet potato cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. She also loves mint chocolate chip ice cream and cookie dough ice cream. Emily loves to play in the snow in winter and play capture the flag in summer. There is nothing more she loves than getting in the pool on a hot summer day, and nothing she loves more than making snow forts on a cold snowy day. Emily is a straight A's student and loves adventures.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Emily wants many things. She wants to win the Nobel Peace for her books, she wants to win Grammys and the Caldecott Award for her books. She hopes to be a well-known author around the world and have her books printed in many languages. She wants to travel and help kids in need and kids that don't have books and give them. She has always wanted two guinea pigs named Libro (book in Spanish) and Gerald (because she likes that name), but her parents won't let her get them.

She is very strong, both physically and as a writer. She is also an extraordinary reader and a fantastic writer. She wants to live on a farm when she grows up. She hopes to live on a farm in Germany when she is out of college. She is amazing at chess and wants to teach her 5-year-old brother so he can hopefully one day be the best in the world.

One day she wants to travel to England and eat an English muffin. (It's one of her weird obsessions.) She is great at math and has lots of experience cooking delicious meals for her family. Emily wants to go to summer camp every summer. She also wants to participate in SWC. She wants to have a movie marathon with her family watching The Hunger Games and Harry Potter.

Dislikes and Fears: Emily is afraid that one day she will fail her family. She is afraid she will let them down. Emily fears that her books will not be popular and that people will hate them. She doesn't like cats and doesn't like rain, especially thunderstorms. She dislikes clouds that look like things and when someone wins with no proof.

She can't STAND liars and cheaters. She is scared of open doors because you don't know who could come in and what they could do. She is afraid she will mess up and not be able to fix it. Emily doesn't like it when many people are involved and something happens and you don't know who did it. She dislikes litterers and hates it when people jaywalk.

Part 3: There was a dark forest, vines twisting down the sides of trees. Strange noises came from everywhere, but everywhere was nowhere. You couldn't pin-point the sounds, and even if you could, the fog was impossible to see through. Many people talk of the forest, of its treasures, its wonders, hidden in the caves of the forest. There were animals of many sorts, the same with plants. They say there are mutants, plants and animals combined. There are mutations of trees and fly traps, making trap trees. There are wonders good and bad, unicorns, dragons. There are many things that make this place unique and mysterious, strange and wonderful. There are flowers under the trees of all types. When the sun rises it looks like a flashlight shining through the mist.

Part 4:

Part 5:

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when I receive [SWC has started v]

say [Adventure FTW!!!]

Hi, I'm Cookie and I enjoy eating them
Hi, I'm Cookie and I enjoy writing, reading, and watching movies of books I've finished. Adventure FTW!!

Ravenclaw ▪ Author ▪ Writer ▪ Harry Potter ▪ Keeper of the Lost Cities
Adventure FTW! ▪ First SWC Session ▪ Violinist ▪ ❤Dogs

Last edited by hellohumans207 (March 20, 2022 16:01:28)

Galaxy_Awesome

♚ 2nd Weekly ♚

♛ Part1: Collab Story ♛
365 words (mine)
862 words in total

(Quoted parts are mine, unquoted parts are Purvi's)

It was three o’clock in the morning, and Casey was terribly, horribly bored. The sounds outside his house were too distracting, worming their ways into his mind until he couldn’t simply relax and fall asleep. He rubbed his eyes. How the night had come to this, he didn’t know. All he knew was that his eyebags would no doubt be even worse in the morning.

Casey groaned, longing to go and talk to his best friend Hira. Unfortunately, there would be no way he could sneak into her house uncaught.

Then he remebered he had a phone which his mother had given to him and then grew happy he remembered Hira"s mobile no. and dailed it. He talked to her for a while and then it was dinner time. He went on the dining table and he and his family had dinner together.Then they all walked a while and went of to watch tv. They all had fun together then finally it was 10 pm and they went to sleep.

Casey yawned, flopping onto his bed, mind buzzing tiredly. He still felt much too awake, only able to stare dully at his pillow. Burying his face in his pillow, Casey flopped and flipped himself around, trying to find a comfortable position. It didn't work.
“Ugh…” he mumbled to himself. Eventually, he'd had enough. Grabbing his phone from the bedside table, Casey turned it on and pressed Hira's contact.
“Hey, Hira,” he whispered, sending a voice message. “You awake?”

Hira was actually sleeping but she got up hearing her mobile notification tone. She listened to the message and angrily replied,
“Why are you up this late? You just woke me up!” And sent the voicemail. This was sent to Casey and Casey sent the voicemail stating that he is unable to sleep.

Hira sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Then, Casey,” she forced out through gritted teeth, staring sleepily at her phone. “Why did you decide to wake me up instead of, I don’t know, trying to go to sleep?” She pressed send.
The moment he received it, Casey groaned and flopped dramatically onto his bed. He picked up his phone.
“But I already tried!” He recorded.

Hira said replied angrily,
“Now no more messages or else I will block you.”
Now Casey after hearing got angry and tried to sleep. He felt lonely but soon he slept but it was 2am by then and he had to wake up at 6am for school. Her mother went to wake him up as it was not 6.30 am and he usually wakes up on time.

His mother woke him up and asked, “Why didn't you wake up!! It is now 6.45am!”
He told the whole story.

Hira could not sleep the whole night and just went to school feeling sleepy and told the story to teacher when teacher asked why is she sleepy. The teacher and Casey's mother both have scolded Casey. Now she was very sad.

Now, it was lifeskills as the 1st period where the teacher, Mrs Sumitra taught importance of sleep and how to reduce stress and sadness.

“And that, class, is why sleep is important, and how you can reduce your stress and sadness!” concluded Mrs. Sumitra, much to Casey's chagrin. This was his favourite class. Did it really have to end so soon? Beside him, Hira sprung out of her seat, shooting him a guilty look.
“Come on,” she said. “Let's go get some food,”
Casey stuck his tongue out defiantly.
“But I want to stay here and talk to Mrs. Sumitra!” he complained.

Hira sighed and grabbed his arm, pulling him up with all her strength.
“Tell you what,” she said. “How about I treat you to some biscuits? I heard Juan's selling them over in the yard. You know, to make up for getting angry at you last night. Sorry for that, by the way,”

Casey promised to himself not to have stress and be sad and sleep on time. He asked the doubts he had to Sumitra ma'am and also went with Hira and told that he is sorry and did not want to hurt her. She was also not upset nor Casey was now.

They all lived happily from now on.

♜ Part 2: Character ♜
739 words

Name: Neawin
Age: 19
Species: Giant

Personality and Traits
Neawin is a very protective giant. Because of their stature and tendency to break or knock things over, they have become very protective and possessive of their belongings. This means that they tend to be a bit more minimalistic, and overly careful when handling things. They get worried and anxious whenever someone asks to borrow something, for fear that it will be broken. They also tend to not let themself touch anything that isn't a necessity.

Neawin is an anxious person in general. They freeze up whenever they have to interact socially, and are very much the type of person to live in the present. They constantly worry about messing something up, and focus more on surviving and getting through something that is happening at that exact moment rather than the future consequences. They're a bit of an isolationist, preferring to live alone and to live a very simple life.

When they have to go out and talk to people, Neawin tries as hard as they can to make themself less intimidating by crouching down to that person's height. They always do this, even if it comes at the cost of really sore limbs from staying in that position for so long. They constantly fret over being sen as scary and intimidating, but are in an internal conflict, as they also don't want to be seen as a pushover and doormat. They find it hard to find a middle ground.

Neawin is very, very caring to people that care and are not intimidated by or mean to them. They are loyal, and willing to go to lots of lengths for or to help that person. They always try to make up for the potentially destructive by helping out as much as they can with anything they can.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths
Neawin's wants and goals are comprised mostly of one day living a stable life and finding the right people to be with. They want to one day not be seen as either scary or a pushover, and not be judged simply based on the fact that they're a giant. The perfect life for them would be an idyllic one, with them not causing any harm and being able to comfortably add more personal touches to their home without fear of breaking it, having friends that think of them as just Neawin, and not Neawin The Giant, and being able to figure more out about themself and find themself. Their goals and hopes are mostly based on self-fulfilment and self-discovery.

As for strengths, Neawin is both pretty physically strong, and has several straits that could serve as strengths if they were brave enough to display them more often and more openly. They are very much capable of knocking a normal-sized tree or house completely over, due to being slightly taller than most of them, and can provide plenty of support in a battle, from carrying their allies on their shoulders or back or in their hands, and acting as a living battering ram and a wall to hide behind, due to their tougher skin.

For their other strengths, Neawin tries to make a good impression on most people they meet, which is potentially very helpful for gathering allies. They are also pretty good at organising their time, and have a good sense of direction, and they work very well when doing something solo (alone). They have an observant eye, always knowing the fastest, least risky, or sneakiest way out or through something, despite not always being able to actually carry it out and do so.

Dislikes and Fears
Neawin dislikes people who purge and plunder and destroy things recklessly and without thought, and always questions how they don't feel either guilty or scared of destroying their own belongings when they do so. They also can't stand it at all whenever they break something once again by accident, because of how many times it's happened. It usually makes them rather angry. They also can't stand traitors and people who don't try to fix or atone for their mistakes. Cowardice is also something that throws them off.

They're very scared of someday ruining all their relationships and friendships for one reason or another, and are also terrified of breaking something that cannot just be fixed and is irreversible. Their biggest fear is actually turning into the person that others usually view him as (either scary and malicious and intimidating, or a pushover and a doormat, as said before).

♝ Part 3: Setting ♝
555 words

My setting is a large set of interconnected tunnels and caverns and caves far, far beyond the surface. There is no light in them, beyond glow worms and the occasional clusters of bioluminescent fungus that grow in some areas of the tunnels and caves. In the caves and tunnels, there are sometimes little groups of glowing crystals and gems in or growing out of the walls. These have been prohibited from being taken, as they are the brightest light source around. The caves often also have a few stalactites and stalagmites, though most have been safely removed at this point, and the ones that remain are pretty steady and do not have a big risk of falling. The stalactites are sometimes turned upright and set in front of the homes of the people who removed them, as if to say that the remover survived the tedious and dangerous process of doing so.

Other than that, the creatures that roam the abandoned tunnels are dangerous and wild. They crawl and sneak around in the shadows, attacking those who disturb them. They are often either very large or very small and/or pale from the lack of light. There has been a recent tradition of finding, defeating, and then taming these wild beasts, which is considered either a heroic endeavour, or a death wish. However, the ones that do manage to come back with the defeated and tamed creatures and animals in tow, are praised. There are many measures to keeping these creatures out, like traps and smells that they do not like.

The architecture in the tunnels and caves are both very simple and very complex and intricate at the same time. Many and most of the homes and buildings are carved straight into the walls, which is better to protect them from falling debris from the cave ceiling and to protect their area from being overrun by wild creatures. The buildings that are not carved into the walls are instead tall towers that rise up from the floor of the cave like a great, spiralling behemoth. These are most commonly public areas and trading centres, though a few traders and merchants from other caves like to set up stalls beside the towers. Because the story takes place in the capital city and biggest cave and settlement of all, there are many towers and many homes, and even more stalls.

As the setting is merely a wide range of caves and caverns inhabited by people and connected by winding tunnels, they have no weather and not much light. Farming, because of the lack of soil and light, is a practically nonexistent profession. Instead, there are fishers (due to the abundance of cave animals that live in pools and ponds of water on the cave floor) and miners (due to the abundance of minerals, gems, crystals, and the like hidden in the walls). There are only three known passageways to the surface. Two are old, abandoned, rickety carved stone staircases full of deadly animals, and one is mostly a myth, said to be a long, long tunnel going all the way up. It has never been found. Also, the lack of light means that barely any know of flowers and plants, and most people have very pale, sallow skin, and rely more on other senses than sight.

♞ Part 4: Premise ♞
161 words

It's been a long day, and your character flops onto their bed, falling asleep seconds before their head even hits the pillow. Their soft snores fill the air, oh so oblivious of the danger they are in.
Then, they wake up.
Immediately, something becomes clear to them. There's something wrong. As their vision focuses, they wake up to find themself trapped in a plain, bare room, wrists and ankles chained to the wall. There's a blurry figure in front of them, sitting down in what seems to be an elegant, metal throne. The figure looks up, and your character finally sees them clearly. Their captor (for that's who they assume they are) is a humanoid mess of void and shadows, with glowing slits for eyes.

The Captor smiles widely, dozens of teeth revealing themselves. “I see you're awake,” they say. “Let's get you to work, shall we?”
A sinking realisation dawns on your character. They're about to become a slave.

♟ Part 5: Final Story ♟
1,178 words

(@b10_hAzard-) Damian's Character

(@Sandy-Dunes) Sandy's Setting

(@gh0stwriter) Peggy's Premise

Final Story:

Tamar raced through the crowded streets, panic coursing through her veins and circuits. All over town, things had started to fall to the chaos of it all. Many parts of what seemed to be the fabric of the universe had melted, cooling and merging slightly with other dimensions, and other realities. The sky was just a shimmering layer of cool water raining clouds, animals had become horribly deformed, and things ran rampant, from houses crumbling spontaneously, to people ‘glitching’ in and out of reality, and the laws of physics and gravity being defied.

The strong stench of smoke and ash and chocolate pudding stung, but Tamar ran on, desperate to see her friends, to make sure they were safe.
“Theo!” she cried out, stumbling towards her friend. She grabbed hold of his shoulder and pulled, turning him around, but it wasn't him. Not the him Tamar knew, anyway.
“Tamar?” Not-Theo frowned. “What happened to you? Are those- is that-?”

For just a second, Tamar squeezed her eyes shut.
This isn't your Theo, she told herself. He must be from one of those other dimensions leaking through. But you can still find him.
She opened her eyes, taking a deep, long breath and letting it out. She stepped backwards slightly. Not-Theo raised an eyebrow.
“I'm not your Tamar,” she said, in the calmest voice she could manage, despite the anxiousness in her chest whirling around and around in a never ending storm. Not-Theo paled, slightly. “But we can find me- her?- if you'd like – I'm trying to find my Theo. First things first, though: are you okay?” she asked worriedly.

Not-Theo stumbled back, clutching his hair in an attempt to maintain his breathing. In, out, in out. A floating book zinged past. He sighed, then looked up at Tamar. “I'm okay. Well, as much as I can be, considering, you know- everything happening right now,” he tried, smiling weakly. “Are you?”

Tamar nodded firmly, though Not-Theo could sense it was more for herself than anyone else.
“I am,” she said definitively. She stepped out of the way of a giant mouse skittering around them, its whiskers razor sharp. “Do you maybe know where your Tamar is? My Theo should be near town square, somewhere…”
At this, Not-Theo shook his head, face paling once again.

Tamar took it in stride. “Okay,” she said. “Let's head over there first, then we can-” her words cut off abruptly as suddenly, her stomach rose up to her mouth.
The fabric of time and space wrapped around them, squeezing, and twisting, the long, long plunge and inky darkness blinding both her and Not-Theo, their frantic screams filling the void as they clung tight to each other like a lifeline. Then, it was over.

For, just as suddenly as a new dimensional rift opened, it closed, dumping Tamar and Not-Theo in a dark, damp corridor, with cobwebs carpeting the floor and walls, and crumbly bits of stone falling from the high, high walls around them. They shivered. Tamar dragged herself away from the worst of the mess, frowning, slight disgust eviden tin her eyes.
“T-tamar?” came a shaky voice from the darkness beside her. Not-Theo coughed.
“What-” her voice caught as dust filled the air. “What was that?”

“I don't know,” said Not-Theo, voice painfully small. Tamar got up creakily. There were barely any lights here, with only a few pitiful lanterns hanging high up from the ceiling. She glanced at her metallic hands. On one hand, the two of them needed light. On the other hand, she wasn't particularly inclined to putting her robotic side to use. Those darn scientists would never be allowed to get the satisfaction of seeing her use it. But…

Tamar sighed, flicking a button. Beams of light shone from her palms. Thank goodness her light batteries hadn't run out.

“That dimensional gap must've thrown us here,” she said. Not-Theo pulled himself up beside her, eyeing her palmlights uncomfortably. Looking up at the towering walls, he choked back a whimper, repeating a mantra in his head.
You'll be okay, you'll be okay, you'll be okay, he told himself. You'll be okay.

He edged forward, looking distrustingly at the floor. Tamar followed close behind.
“Where do you think we are?” he wondered aloud.
Tamar directed her light at a small nook where the path curved. A bat shrieked and flapped away. She winced. “I don't know,” she admitted. “But we'll get out of here, somehow,”

Together, they ventured out into the winding corridors and twisting pathways, each time sticking closely to each other as Tamara held her hands steady, showing them the way. They hadn't encountered anything, not yet, but the crude drawings etched onto the walls and scratch marks gouged into it didn't help with the paranoia, and neither did the many, many close calls. Once, Not-Theo (who Tamar had now dubbed Neo in her mind) had come a hair's breadth away from tripping on a tripwire. Neither knew what it did, but neither wanted to find out, so they rushed from the place as fast as possible.

Then, one time, when her arm was getting tired, and their legs were growing heavier by the second, and waves of sleep washed over them like tsunamis, Tamar had slipped, and a mechanism had triggered. Cages opened up in the walls. For the next half hour, the two ran, screaming, slipping, stumbling, desperate to get away, to escape, to just be and feel safe, sleep dissipating faster than they could think. The faint sounds of echoey laughter and mocking, unintelligible comments bouncing on the walls.

Several times, they swore they heard an outraged yell, and they were forced to ask themselves: was it only them in this- this labyrinth? This death maze? Or were there maybe others, remnants of the souls of whoever had lived here before it was so carelessly abandoned.

So together, Tamar and Neo ran, and ran, and ran, until they couldn't anymore, and until they'd taken so many turns and picked so many paths branching off from their first one that they couldn't keep track of them any longer. Only then were they safe. For a moment, they stood still, collapsing onto the ground, breaths tired and heavy.

Tamar and Neo glanced at each other through half-lidded eyes.
“S-should we… keep going?” Tamar asked, stammering in the cold.
Neo looked around, eyes wide and fearful. “I-if we don't,” he began. “W-we w-won't ever get out of here,”
She nodded. They got to their shaky feet, leaning on each other for support. A step forward, then-

The floor sunk slightly beneath their feet. The ground shot, up, up, up, through miles of layers of spiderwebs and dust and dirt. It came to a slow stop in a dark, decrepit foyer.
Tamar and Neo stopped screaming.

Slowly, words were traced out in the dust of the worn red carpet, written by something, almost like a ghostly hand. Thousands of mocking laughs filled the hallways.
The ghost traced the last letter. Tamar and Neo gulped.

Welcome to Yorkcaster Manor, intruder.

Last edited by Galaxy_Awesome (March 15, 2022 14:07:02)

TheRoyalCookie

Weekly w/ @WrathOfTheNightFury

WrathOfTheNightFury
They didn't know his name. They didn't know what he was, except that he was powerful. Oh yes, he was powerful. They called him the Raider. The Raider From The Mist. He struck fast and hard, breaking all those who stood before him. No one besides him- and now me- knew his true goal. He was going to kill the Monarch, and end the rule of the Blood Tyrant. And I was going to help him. “When do we strike?” I asked.

TheRoyalCookie
My long brown hair was tied up into a messy bun. I was wearing nothing more then a dark blue hoodie and some ripped jeans. My german shepard was by my side, patiently waiting to strike. I carried a r!fle. “In a minute,,,” I said slowly. “If I can get a clear shot of…” I motioned to my neck. “But I don't think I can get one by pure luck…we are going to need a distraction.”

WrathOfTheNightFury
I grinned, “Distraction? I'm good at those, extremely good, some might say.” Our target wasn't the Monarch, not yet, but ending all those surrounding the Monarch would leave him weakened, and ripe for us to strike. I crept up to the spot where the targets were located- the Treasurer and his hired thugs. I smiled and threw the stink bomb right into their midst.

TheRoyalCookie
“Stink bomb!?” I whispered fiercely. “Nice!!” I carefully loaded my rifle and waited for the right moment to strike. Then they spotted us. “Oooo crud. Go go go!” I said, as one loaded his rifle.

WrathOfTheNightFury
“Huh, looks like they've spotted us.” I mutter under my breath. It was a shame, really. We'd had such a good plan. That was when I made up my mind. I couldn't just stand by and let the chance go. Pulling out my revolver, I shot the two men coming towards me. “Don't worry.” I said to no one in particular, “I've come here to kill this guy, and that is what I'm gonna do.”

TheRoyalCookie
I pulled a ninja stick(A bowstaff I think?) out of it's case on my back. I swung it around it hit one on the neck, a pressure point, and causing him to go unconscious. “A messenger.” I say, kicking the guy. The german shepherd springs and k!lls another.

WrathOfTheNightFury
I looked back for the Raider, although I was confident he could take anyone the Treasurer throws at him. Seeing him faring fine, I focused back onto my mission. A thug raced at me, but a bullet to the heart took care of him. Eyes peeled, I moved as silently as I could.
TheRoyalCookie
I picked up my rifle and killed 5 with 5 shots. One snuck up behind me, but my dog took care of that by biting him in the leg while I shot him in the neck. I tossed the dog a treat and looked around for more thugs, finding none nearby.

WrathOfTheNightFury
I saw him! The Treasurer, standing right there, with no guard. Sneaking closer, my grip tight and clammy on my revolver. My hands shook with a sudden nervousness. What if this was some sort of trick? No, I told myself, I committed to this. The shot rang out.

TheRoyalCookie
Just then, I realised how shiny the Treasurer looked. I gasped. Bullet-proof armor! My dog saw it first, and it jumped in the way of the bullet, getting it's paw shot clean off. I tackled the Treasurer and ended it right then and there.

WrathOfTheNightFury
I seethed with anger, and I tried to push it down. The Raider was, after all, the leader here. But how dare he interfere and take all my glory?! It had been my kill! My anger got the better of me. I charged.

TheRoyalCookie
“Perfec- SERIOUSLY?!” I said, looking at you. I jumped out of the way, extremely angry. “You need to calm down, for pete's sake!!” I pulled out my ninja stick again and spun it around, for something like a shield. “I'll give you the credit, just chill out! I was only bored and wanted to do something!…to, um, benefit society….of course.”

(315 words for me, and 365 for @WrathOfTheNightFury )

WriterDerp

Moved to my personal forum.

Last edited by WriterDerp (March 15, 2022 22:58:56)

bookworm_4ever12

Okie dokie!!! So, these are my parts! Can someone pls tell me how I add one of those fancy signature things..?

PART 1 WARM UP
In progress…..

PART 2 CHARACTER -553 words

Name: Jackie (Kie for short, Kie-Kie as an endearment)

Age: 16

Species: Human

Personality and Traits:
Jackie is a very social and popular 16-year-old, she loves hanging out with people constantly though when she actually does have any down time she does a lot of deep thinking. She’s very determined which makes her good at getting work done and she’s always striving to do her best even when it seems like the universe is against her. She loves testing and challenging all her abilities, mentally, physically and otherwise. Everyone always comes to her if they want someone to talk to because they know they can trust her not to laugh at them and not to blab to anyone.. But sometimes she doesn’t feel like she can trust other people. Jackie may seem self-confident on the outside but on the inside it’s different. She spends a lot of time worrying whether she’s going to mess something up or that she’s not good enough. Overall, the worst personality trait Jackie has is that she just can’t shut up and distracts others. She often gets told off and in trouble because of this. Though it sounds like she isn’t very empathetic she actually is. She’s always trying to look out for others and not make fun of them when she’s talking.

Wants, Hopes and Strengths:
All Jackie wants in life (apart from the puppy she got for her birthday) is to succeed. She wants, as an adult, for people to look up to her. For her to have lots of friends who will never judge her and will be there till the end. She wants to go to a good university and get a degree in something she loves and to graduate with lots of extracurriculars. She doesn’t want to end up like all of those other adults, going to work everyday and complaining about every second of it but not having enough courage to leave. She wants her life to be different. She wants adventure.

Dislikes and Fears:
Jackie hates snitches a lot, people who tattle on others just to get them in trouble or to get their own way. They make it impossible to have fun, but she tries not to let it get her down. She also hates people being mean to others especially because she tries so hard not to be mean. But then she sees teachers losing their heads at students for barely any reason or other kids judging and making fun of others and then steam pours out her ears. Jackie hates strawberries (bad experiences), avocado, hot days and when ice-cream melts while you're eating it. Jackie is generally pretty fearless but the thing that really makes her scream is bugs. Just the thought of them everywhere, crawling up door ways and through your hair with their tiny little legs makes her shiver. Some of her pet-hates are people who stare over her shoulder at her phone on the bus, when people chew loudly, and people who walk slowly which leads into being late which she hates even more. But none of these can compare to how much she hates people being homophobic, sexist, transphobic, racist, biist etc. What can she say, people being rude to a person just because of something that makes them, them and that's when she really gets her mad.

PART 3 SETTING- 441 words

This story will take place in a modern everyday, average highschool. The walls are graffiti-stained, only smudges left from attempts to keep the school graffiti free. Desks with hundreds of pieces of chewed gum squished underneath, silently hanging on for dear life. Concrete paths fading to an even greyer shade of grey, from too much use. All these things make it seem like it’s just a school full of moderately rebellious, hormonal teenagers. But even though it seems so normal, something feels different, you can feel it in the air. The scent that I can only describe as ‘school’ fills my nostrils. The mix of eraser stubs, the chemical scent of whiteboard markers, and the odour of text-books creates the aroma which fills the halls of every school. As you travel to the canteen where students pick up and order their actually delicious lunches, you see the trophy cabinet. Gold, silver, platinum and bronze trophies, medals and plaques line the hall showing the many victories of Stanford Highschool. Students of Stanford High may not always be well behaved, but they are determined to win. Rain pours down outside, soaking the now muddy ovals. The grass is as green as ever, the basket-ball courts ready for students to come back from summer. The equipment in the gym all in order for once. The change rooms only mildly stink. The floors are clean, not one thing out of order. The halls lined with lockers are empty. It feels like a ghost town. It always does when you’re there after it’s closed.

It’s awfully cold for an August morning, you can feel the chill of Winter coming. Soon it will actually be Autumn, but first students will line the halls, gossiping, teasing and complaining about everything that entails being a teenager. They may not think about it, but this school will mean so much to them in the future, it might be the only thing left to them that’s familiar. The only place that makes them feel at home. The building, though deserted, creaks on it’s old foundations, like it is it’s own being. Like it’s able to think, feel, comfort and smell. And sometimes it feels like that. Like it has its own spirit. And now it decides to choke me, the bitter taste of dust fills my mouth, making me gag. You head for the exit. On your way out and home you pass the corner store that students always stop at on their way home or to school to buy anything or everything, from gum to socks. If you name something they’ll have it, but that’s a story for another time.

PART 4 PREMISE-156 words

Your character (for whatever reason) starts at a new boarding-school. They're not sure whether to be excited, sad, nervous, angry or a mix of all these emotions. It seems like a good school but there are always things that you need to overcome in a life at school. Finally, it’s their first day, but from the get go something feels weird. The teachers act weird like they are hiding something, but the other students don’t seem to notice it. It starts getting confusing. Your character is determined to work out what is going on, no matter what it takes….or maybe not. When objects start to go missing and then students they really know something is going on. But what? It’s scary and your character is always on their guard. They try to make a decision should they engage the police, would they believe her? For once in their life they don’t know what to do.

PART 5 BRINGING IT TOGETHER-1321 words

Character: @hellohumans207
Setting: @xX-Mimi-Xx
Premise: @BiaShun

Warning: story contains some content that may be offensive.

Lost

Emily let out a giant yawn as she walked down one of the many busy streets of Starlit City. She had had such an exhausting day at school! She had virtual reality tactical exercise in period 1 and 2. Just thinking about it made her want to yawn again. Year 2078 sucked, she wished she was in 2019 or 2020 so then she wouldn’t even have to go to school because of Covid-19. “But I guess then the tech would be super bad,” she thought to herself. She glanced at her battered, old watch. Dang! She was going to be late for dinner! Mum would k!ll her. Her Mum hated her being late for family dinners especially when she cooked extravagant meals. She was so going to get grounded. Ughh. She hated getting in trouble. But she knew it was her fault. She had spent too much time at school writing her new novel.

“How do I get out of getting in trouble and getting grounded?” she thought to herself, racking her brain for ideas. Just then, she had a light bulb moment. She needed a quicker way to get there. A short-cut. She grabbed her phone out and pulled up Google Maps. The screen flashed: 15% Connect to a Charger. Ignoring it, she went ahead and searched up her address. In a matter of minutes she found a suitable short-cut. Now she just needed to follow it.

Emily quietly strolled down the streets admiring her beautiful city. She loved Starlit City with it’s marvellous colours and twinkling lights that lit up the city at night, but she felt the city didn’t really suit her. She felt like a nice, more quiet town in England like Brighton or a small farm in Germany would suit her personality better. Somewhere she can worry less about people judging her, a place where she can feel more confident. For now she decided she was going to concentrate on walking. She looked back down at her phone for more directions, it flashed again 7% Connect to a Charger. She turned right off Main Street, then left into Pillinger Drive, another right down Karingal Ave, soon her brain got so muddled she just hoped that she would get there quickly. Now she was in a part of town she’d never been in before and that she didn’t think she was really supposed to be in. There were dark, dingy alleyways, the scent of cigarette smoke, drunk people stumbling across the road. She went to check Google Maps again to check she was in the right part of town, but just then her phone went flat. “Oh no.” she whispered out loud, because quite simply there really was nothing else to say. She had no idea where she was, there was no way she could retrace her steps, she was in the worst possible part of town and worst of all, she had missed dessert. She felt her eyes start to fill with tears, but she was not going to let them spill over. She was going to get out of this.

She leant against one of the many graffiti-stained walls and pretended to look at her phone, so passes by wouldn’t get interested. Yet again she racked her brain for ideas. The smart thing to do would be to find a charger and find a place to charge her phone, but she didn’t like her chances of getting out of here unharmed if she kept going up to random, dodgy strangers. Maybe she could try to steal someone’s phone, as soon as this idea crossed her mind, guilt flooded through her. No. She was not going to do that. Possibly she could ask someone for directions, but that sounded way too much like Hansel and Gretel. That only left her with two possibilities. Keep going forward into the depths of this shadowy part of the city or try to head back to Main Street. She did not want to go into the depths of this part of town, so she was going to head in the general direction of Main Street.

She gulped as she started walking down the poverty strewn streets. That’s when she realised what this part of town actually was. This is the part of town where everyone who had been scarred and mentally harmed from the Pandemic gathered together seeking help, but they must have never gotten any or not enough. Eventually they turned bad, filling the streets with crime, @ssault and drunken frenzies. These characteristics just kept carrying on, generation by generation. She had read about it in a really good award-winning book. Now she knew that she needed to get out of here. She forced herself not to sprint. She knew it would draw too much attention. Finally, she reached the edge of the corrupt and criminal area. Glancing over her shoulder to the right, she saw a fight starting to outbreak between two abnormal, probable addicts of something illegal middle-aged men. Her eyes moved back to her feet as quickly as possible, but she knew that one of them had seen her staring.

She sprinted down the street, trying to ignore the pounding foot-steps behind her. One of them had seen her staring and did not like it. Her heart pounded so hard in her side she nearly was scared that it was going to pound its way out. Sprinting as fast as she ever had in her entire life she kept twisting and turning corners desperate to lose the drunken man chasing her. She wanted to get out of here alive. But he was catching up. She had an idea. As quickly as she could she climbed up the side of one of the houses. Once on top she raced across it. Behind her she heard the crack of the much more heavy man starting to fall through the roof. Reaching the edge of the building she jumped across to the next building. “AHAHAHAHHH YOU LITTLE RAT!” She heard the man behind her scream as he plummeted through into someone's kitchen, most likely breaking some essential bones. Focusing on her running, she looked up, on the horizon she could make out Main Street, it’s lights sparkling, spirals of pastel colours streaming across the courtyard. Looking a little to the side she spotted the glow of the fairylights christening a beautiful ivy-covered home. Her home.

She jumped roof top to roof top towards it.

She was nearly there! Who knows maybe she would make it on time for dessert. Emily felt so tired, so hungry, but the adrenaline kept her going. I mean it’s not everyday you try to take a shortcut home, end up in a shady part of town, get lost and then get chased by a scary alcoholic. Definitely a good plot for her next novel!

Jumping down from her neighbours roof, Emily stopped for a second at the front door of her house, bracing herself for the raff of her mum. Emily inhaled deeply, the scent of coconut rice, malai kofta and naan bread filled her nostrils and she sighed, feeling at home. “Creakkk!” went the door as she opened it. She gasped at the sight laid out before her. Her Mum cocooned in her Dad’s arms sobbing. Multiple police looking serious and sipping coffee. Her Mum and Dad glanced up. Her Dad spoke, “Emily! Where have you been? We’ve been searching everywhere for you. We called the school, the library everywhere we could think of. We called the police. We thought you were dead!” Dad’s voice was filled with a mixture of relief, anger, happiness, and basically any emotion you could think of. The family embraced, their tears all mixing together. Finally after a long few minutes they pulled away.

“It’s kind of a long story, but at least I didn’t miss dessert!” exclaimed Emily, earnestly. Her Mum shot her a glare.

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Ham19-01-2011

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 just like a computer.

Alfred pressures himself to do everything the best anyone possibly can and within the shortest amount of time possible. 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.

Wants, Hopes and Strengths:
Alfred has an addiction to knowledge. He wants to gobble up more every day and it makes him happy. He learns at least one new thing every single day and continues, knowing that there is much more to be learnt.

Although he tries to conceal it, inside, he wishes that he had his parents back. Thoughts of his parents make him feel a bit uncomfortable, so he simply dismisses the thought. He never lets it out and it is not doing well for him, since he is becoming emotionally depressed with unpleasant memories. He does not have anyone to let it out to either, which is making him even more miserable. Ocassionally, he does wish to have someone that cares for him, but his mistrust in everyone has prevented him from doing that. Knowledge just helps him temprorarily dismiss these thoughts, but they always return to him nevertheless.

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

He can also ignore unhelpful comments by people. For example, Alfred was constantly bullied throughout his childhood, but this never affected his emotions and concentration in classes. For some reason, he can not do the same to the aforementioned uncomfortable memories.

Dislikes and Fears:
Alfred hates all humanity in general. He hates how they laugh and sneer at him as he passed; he hates how they lie and tell others off for no reason; he hates how they betray and back-stab others, even their so-called ‘friends’. For this reason, he has never tried to interact with others properly and willingly.

Alfred dislikes messy places. Why can people not take a minute to put everything where it is supposed to be? Why are they so lazy? Why can they not sacrifice a minimal

Ham19-01-2011

This story takes place in the serene island of Aquatus. The population is low, so the communities there are very closely knit together and everyone is happy to help. Everyone only wish that Aquatus would be released from it's curse (more on that in a bit).

Aquatus is a normal island. The villagers are saddened and grim, because of the constant inevitable rain and storms.

The villagers in the island does not have of modern comforts – such as video games and televisions –that exist in this world. Although visitors have informed them of such items (very vaguely), they have not regretted being deprived these comforts, not even once. These people are content.

It rains constantly and relentlessly here. The sky is always pitch black: thunder and lightning reign together forever. The sun never shines and the day is gloomy.

A legend states that once Aquatus was a floating island: the villagers allowed to wind to guide them across the world. The sun bathed the island in it's light and warmth and the villagers rejoiced. The king who reigned was exceedingly amicable, just and righteous; he was fair and never treated his subjects differently to royal personalities. Everyone admired him and all he wished was his subjects to be happy.

Until one day, an enemy got jealous and dared to k!ll him. He crept into the palace, armed with a sword and mercilessly k!lled the king in his sleep. The land mourned and grieved his death for months.

The new ruler is now hated and detested; the villagers can not disobey him though, or else he will exile them from Aquatus. He also enforced strict rules on the villagers: they were not allowed to go to the outskirts of the island, the buildings had to painted in a dull shade and much more (you make it up!).

Ever since then, Aquatus has been anchored to the ground, unable to float again. The rain took over and the sky darkened. There is, however, a prophecy that says that if an act of redemption is done, Aquatus will once again float and will plunge into it's marvellous past again.

The villagers pray every day that this mircale will happen and the ‘act of redemption’ will take place soon. They dream of Aquatus in it's early days, as they have never seen it with their own eyes, only with their vivid imaginations.

Ham19-01-2011

Your character is dreaming. Their reflection talks to the character, telling them to ‘come, join me’. The character wakes up with a start. Shrugging the dream off, they get ready to go to school/work. After they dress up, they stand in front of he mirror. The reflection speaks again, but still imitates your character's actions. Your character is startled. They ask the reflection to not imitate them and perform their own actions to prove that it is not just a weird vision. The reflection does as your character says, and asks your character if they can swap places for one day; your character agrees, they are so tired of their tedious life that they would even be in a mirror for a day. Your character is instructed to tap on the mirror thrice and they do it. Suddenly, your character finds themselves in a mirror, what will be there? What will your character see? If you want, you could include the reflection's actions too!

WrathOfTheNightFury

Part Two - Character

Name: Kryst
Age: 19
Species: Hillichurl Human

Personality and traits: Kryst is calm and confident. Or at least, that’s what he shows everyone. In reality, he doubts himself a lot, but he would never say that to anyone, of course. He believes that if he acts like he's confident and calm and brave for long enough, one day it will become the truth. He loves doing stuff and is contemptuous of lazy people. He can never sit still for too long unless he has something to do. Reading a book, even drumming his fingers would do, but he has to be doing something. Anything. He’s normally the leader in groups, and although he doesn’t particularly like leading, he’s actually pretty good at it, so he’s shoved in front all the time. He’s great at reading people and interacting with them, but he’s not very good at making friends. Everyone likes him, true, but no one is his friend. He doesn’t feel lonely, however. Friends don’t really matter to him, and the only reason he keeps good relations with people is because he might need them later. Of course, he only keeps relations with people of “honour”, so to speak, people who would repay any favours done. He calls this “storing up debt.” He believes that this stored up debt shall one day come in handy, if he is ever in need of help.

Wants, hopes and strengths: Kryst just wants to live a good life. A good, enjoyable life. He wants to enjoy it, and live it to the fullest. He doesn’t really care about much else. He hopes, however, for peace. Just- peace. The lack of conflict. That is what he hopes for. And this is any sort of conflict, from a simple fight between siblings to a war between nations. A world without conflict, to him, would be a perfect world. But then again, that isn’t possible, and if it is, Kryst is sure he’ll find something to dislike in that too. His hopes are buried deep inside him, and he doesn’t let himself hope too hard, lest he get disappointed. But they exist. His greatest strength is his willingness to work, and his commitment. He has a high standard, and works hard to reach it in everything that he does. This doesn’t make him a bad team player, however, since he also knows what to expect from everyone, and while he tries to make them improve, he doesn’t hold their incompetence against them. He wants to live a balanced life, a perfect life. But greatest of all, he wants to be free.

Dislikes and fears: Responsibility. Kryst hates responsibility. It’s not actually being responsible that he hates, nor the work that comes with it. No, it’s the fear of what he would feel if he fails. He doesn’t want to do nothing, but he doesn’t want to feel guilty for failures either. This is his greatest weakness, his dislike of any form of responsibility, and his fear of guilt. He doesn’t want to feel guilt, and to him, the best way to negate any form of guilt is to never be responsible in the first place. Therefore, his heart is never into anything that he leads, because although to everyone else he seems responsible, he tells himself he has no responsibility for it, so he feels no guilt should it fail.

WrathOfTheNightFury

Part Three - Setting

The story shall take place in the great city of Mehdenlir. The sewers of the great city, to be exact. The city itself is large and beautiful, with buildings so high they seem to touch the sky, each building uniquely designed. Breathtakingly accurate sculptures of various heroes adorn the marble streets of the great city of Mehdenlir, each sculpture holding aloft a torch to light your path. The streets are wide and filled with pedestrians, going about their business. Green parks aplenty dot the city like green bursts of nature. Each park has a large fountain in the middle, open to all. Mehdenlir is a sight to behold, a sight to take your breath away.
The largest building towers over them all (I didn’t call it a castle because I was asked for flexibility with this), watching over the city. It has a strange design, with one large, cuboidal building in the centre, with sloping roofs atop it.. Towers are wrapped around this main body like tentacles from a giant underground monster made of marble and stone. The towers converge above the roofs of the main building into a large platform, with arches around it, and an open roof. The painstaking detail in each of the tiny etchings on the arches are astonishing to behold. Not just anyone can enter this building, however.
Mehdenlir is equal and blissful, with a crime rate of naught. That is, there are no criminals in the city. No one is hurt, and everyone is happy.
It is an idyllic place, to be sure, a place of fantasy, a place of happiness, where the scent of perfume spreads in the air, and not one foul thing is in sight. No one who has ever visited the great city of Mehdenlir has ever found a fault in it.
But that is only because no one sees the sewers. The sewers that flow below the paved streets with accurate sculptures of ancient heroes holding up torches for the people to walk in their light, the sewers that exist below the green bursts of nature with scenic fountains that are open to all, the sewers that run below the tall buildings that touch the sky, the sewers that drown out the peaceful scents of the city above. The sewers exhibit the amount of garbage generated that is thrown down below, the stink that is drowned out by excessive use of perfume, the sounds of death and decay that the people of the city above have long forgotten. The sewers are the true great city, it’s occupants (Again, these can be rats or bats or humans, whatever you like, FlEXibIliTy) larger in number than the occupants of the city above, the volume of things in it greater than that of the city above.. It is in these sewers, the sewers that lie unseen, the sewers that lay all bare, that the story shall take place.

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