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Main Cabin Weekly #2
>> Link to Weekly Challenge Listing/Requirements/Explanation

Part 1: Short Collaboration
Directions: Choose someone to pair up with and on either person's profile or perhaps a studio, write a short story together by taking turns posting comments with continuations of each other's stories.

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@H1ImVict0ria's Word Count:
@Bluemoon195's Word Count:
Short Story's Overall Word Count:

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H1ImVict0ria:
“Sure, Einstein, we’ll totally do that,” she sarcastically stated.

Bluemoon195:
“Well, I don't see you offering any brilliant alternatives!” he countered, the dilemma at hand already grinding on his last nerves.

H1ImVict0ria:
“Well, we need to get this thing done by Monday- three school days left!- and it was your idea to wait until today to start,” she rolled her eyes. “I hate group projects, especially when you’re my partner.”

Bluemoon195:
The last part, perhaps the most inconsequential in the long run, practically made his blood boil. “Ohh, believe me,” he all but yelled, “The feeling is a mutual one! And don't - don't you dare try to wiggle out of this. You agreed that waiting would be the best option.”

H1ImVict0ria:
Their teacher turned her head to find the two students quarreling and yelled, “Arthur! Harriet! Knock it off and get to work.” Harriet glared at Arthur. “Did you hear her, Arthur? You’re the reason why we’re in this mess.” “I am? Did you not hear me when I said that you were the one who agreed to wait? Please, you’re so incompetent!” Arthur scowled.

Bluemoon195:
Harriet scoffed, but lowered her voice, “You're unbelievable. I can't believe I'm in this mess, because of you.” Arthur, eyeing their teacher, sighed heavily - as if he was expelling the weight of fifty-years worth of pent of sighs. “Fine, whatever, you hate me, blah, blah, blah. Let's just get this over with so I never have to work with you again.”

Part 2: Character
Directions: Create a character that can fit into any story, setting, or premise. Write 200 words for the “Personality Traits” sections, 200 words for the “Wants, Hopes, and Strengths” section, and 100 words for the “Dislikes and Fears” section.

Name: Vern
Age: 26
Species: Human

Personality Traits:

Vern is a responsible man, who is devoted to his work.




Wants, Hopes, and Strengths:

Dislikes and Fears:

Part 3: Setting
Directions: Create a setting, but be careful to avoid including characters or a story premise. Write 400 words (or more) and share this setting in the setting studio.

This story takes place in a town nestled in a forest of whirling machinery. The peculiar thing about the town, however, is that despite being trapped on all sides by an oily forest of machinery, the town is made of all organic material. The homes seem to have simply grown from the earth, like strange rock formations

Part 4: Premise

Part 5: Bringing It Together
Directions: Using elements provided by other campers, create a 1,000 word (or more) short story.

>> Character (Lyra) created by @Coco_animator: Link
>> Premise created by @BlushPink1: Link
>> Setting created by @AnnaHannah: Link

The forest had been decaying, choking and gasping for help beneath an invisible curse. The transformation had been small at first, the leaves of the gnarly oaks curling and withering just a little to soon before the arrival of winter. The first buds of spring, usually curiously peaking through the melting snow banks, had yet to emerge, even though the blanket of snow that had once tucked them in had long since faded. Lyra cursed herself for her ineptitude at recognizing the obvious signs. For weeks, the wind at night groaned through the empty trees, nervously setting the animals of the forest into a blaze of chatter and superstition. And as the animals began to disappear, Lyra began to feel the crawling sensation of failure creeping up her spine, like the tiny legs of a thousand spiders.

Weekly #2

Part two:
Name: Angeline Dorman
Age: 15
Species: Human

Personality and traits: Angeline, (or Angie, who she prefers for short) is a determined teenager, who is willing to do anything to reach her goal or ambition. She’s quite an impatient person, with little to no calmness at all, yet she can be very empathetic at times when needed. She’s an extrovert, with a wanting for a taste of adventure. This can often lead to trouble, as her mind yet cannot comprehend what the consequences are in the future. Despite this, she enters into fight mode when faced with threats, and is able to save her own life instead of making mistakes. She is also an avid gymnast, and has been doing gymnastics since she was three. Her flexibility is useful for challenges that occur in which you have to be quick and speedy. Though she is flexible on the outside, she is not flexible on the inside. She cannot deal with changes, and often gets annoyed, irritated, or instead, holds grudges, when a school routine is changed, her timetable has changed, or her plans have to be changed when something else occurs. She also enjoys going out with friends, so much that one of her downfalls is that she spends more time with her friends than her family.
Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Angie is quite the ambitious teen, as she is the type of girl to run a mile. She is capable of playing any sport - tennis, swimming, basketball, soccer, you name it. Her athletic skills are one of her strongest points, with winning many competitions and awards for her skills. Her quick-thinking and wit make her a competitor and a threat in the field of sport. She wants to travel the world someday, and one day, compete in a national sporting tournament, especially gymnastics. She also wants to solve mysteries, and look for adventure. She hopes that, if she does well in school, she can go on to become a sports person. She is unaware of her parents’ opinion, as she has never talked to them about this. Her heart is still clinging on to a bit of hope, though, since her parents have never talked about her future and what they want her to do. But mostly, she just wants a future where she is happy, and joyful. She doesn’t want a dystopian future where aliens dispatch from their planets and take over planet Earth. A normal life is all she wants - she hates change. Angie hopes she will be able to fulfil her life’s wishes and live a normal life as a competitive athlete, who wins lots of medals and trophies.
Dislikes and fears: she dislikes reading, as she would rather go outside and practise her skills, or hang out with friends, than cooped up at home, studying or reading a book. Her grades are alright, however they average around a B, or, at the lowest, a C. She has never been the type to study diligently, though she can manage to study for as long as she can sit down. Despite this, she has never had any trouble with logic puzzles. She has never said this aloud, but she has a secret fear of losing loved ones. She seems fearless and all, but deep down inside, she’s really scared of losing the ones she holds dearly to heart.
543 words.

Part three:
The story will take place at the School for Gifted Children. It is a boarding school where children who have displayed gifted qualities, wit, and intelligence go when their last school has deemed them “too good to teach”. It is where the most talented go, with outstanding abilities. It is every parent’s ambition to send their child there, as it provides one of the best education in the country. This is why many tuition centres gain a lot of cash, and are one of the best business groups in the country.
The school consists of around five hundred pupils a year, ranging from the ages of 11 to 16, with one hundred getting sent out to continue onto university or college, and one hundred little ones getting sent in, and who were acknowledged for their gifted talents. They have weekly tests, in which they must prepare for as well as normal classes like a normal school. They have delicious food, cooked by hand picked, specialised chefs, who prepare five star dishes every day. There is a television in every room, and a giant courtyard, where the pupils can play every day. There is also a video games room, where the five, highest-scoring children of that age group can play for a week. It is a special privilege, and many students study extremely hard to get that privilege. Most students who come out of that school become well paid doctors, scientists, engineers, and well known people. But, all of this is just an act to prevent the pupils from getting curious about the school’s actual purpose and intention.
The school holds a deep, dark secret. Every year, every child in the school takes a special test. The ten lowest scoring children, presumably going back to their homes, are sent somewhere much worse - a camp where the gifted children who failed the test go and are forced to do hard labour. It is called “Camp Failure”, and like its name, is for the children who are considered “failures” to work.
The story takes place where the test is conducted a week earlier by surprise. The weather is extremely gloomy, with rain pouring down heavily. The test is conducted in a safe, sound proof room where it can fit all of the pupils, chairs, and tables. The test makers have decided to make this years’ test extremely hard, and extremely difficult to pass. Many students are nervous, as they didn’t have as much time as expected to study.
415 words.

Part four:
Your character has been sitting and laughing with their friends, who were sitting in the cafeteria, eating food that they had for so long waited for. They take selfies of each other dying from spicy food, or just random photos they have to submit for a school project. Enjoying the fun, your character realises that one of the friends is missing. Saying that you’ll try to find her, your character embarks on the journey to find their friend. They try contacting her via voice message, calling, and even spamming their inbox with message notifications, to no avail. They even used their last resort - calling out their name from across the school, however no response came. They could not hear her friend’s voice, or even see the hair that they knew too well. Your character must search the entire school to find their friend - or face the rest of school without the comfort of their entire friend group.
157 words.

I got. . . psychewave!
psyche:
drugs, bright colors, surrealism, unreality, distortion.
wave:
surreal and nostalgic expression of the psyche theme. implies some musical aspects.

My colors!
#bea6c3 london hue
#523c94 gigas
#7666c6 blue marguerite

About me:
helloooo! ➰ ᵢ’ₘ ₑₗ, ₐₙ ₑₓₜᵣₒᵥₑᵣₜₑd ₕᵤₘₐₙ ➰ Oh, sorry! Did that confuse you? ➰ Don’t worry, I tend to get dizzy too— especially when doing ballet~!➰ Honestly, 6 years of ballet go by fast, right? ➰ Oh. . . It seems like you are getting less dizzy. . . ➰ Well, someone is pulling you out of the ocean ahah-➰ I hope to see you soon, but you really shouldn’t have gone on that ride. . .➰ Was it the titanic. . .? Oh well, I prefer fairy tales anyway! ➰

WIWO:
ₕₘ? You are back here again. . .? Do you really want to know what I do in the land of dreams. . .? Well, it’s awfully colorful here, so I guess I can take a break from it. . .
Well, here it is! I get that it still includes bright blue, but Iv’e been working on that, okay? I love royal blue, so bold! Anyway— I often do art when I have free time. Do you see this? ^gestures to flowers that seem beautiful but strange^ This is some of my art! So many people would wish to see this in reality— ^stops herself^ Sorry, I- am getting off track! You should go. . . Before— no, I think you should leave, okay?

Sunlight pours in through the window, waking your character up. Most days, the sunlight is a pleasant way to start the day. Today, it is harsh; a rude awakening. Your character rubs the sleep out of their eyes, then rolls over. What happened? Their head is throbbing and their limbs ache. They want to remember - but also want to forget. Something happened last night. Something important. But something terrible. If your character could just remember…
They smush their face into the pillow. It helps relieve the headache. The cool darkness helps your character remember. Flashing lights. Loud noises. The party. The party! Yes, that was it. Your character digs deeper, probing into the depths of their brain. Somebody wanted them to forget. It is of the utmost importance that they remember, no matter how painful it is.
Searching, searching… There! Like a flash of lightning, it all comes back to your character. Reverberating in their brain is the final message.
With a jolt, your character comes back to reality. They look at the clock with a sense of urgency that was not there just a few minutes ago. 7:50. They’re going to be late! They can’t be late. Your character rolls out of bed and dashes out the door, only stopping to eat a muffin for sustenance. They’re still wearing their clothes from last night; otherwise, it would have taken much longer. Hopefully they’re on time. They can’t be late.
(just for future reference - i'm not counting these as words /yet/ i'll do that when i finish the whole weekly )

CABIN WARS
war from @kimmie2711, myth (4 ppl write 1000 words)

a part of a never-ending book im writing for cabin wars )
posting here for proof, since it’s 1007 words haha :]
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“Larkin!” A voice exclaimed. Larkin whirled around, her red hair flying through the air. “It’s been a hot minute, hasn’t it?” Jesse asked, winking at Larkin as she jogged towards her. Larkin’s face lit up, grinning as she pulled her friend into a big bear hug.

“How was the trip?” Larkin asked excitedly. Jesse had been visiting her sister, Lore, in Soloris for the past week. It was about a two hour horse ride away from Witchcreek, the town that she and Larkin lived in.

“It was actually pretty fun,” Jesse said, a big smile on her face, her hazel eyes lighting up. “Lore’s good; she’s been working on growing plants from the ground with her powers. It’s been going smoothly, although she gets frustrated easily.” Larkin nodded, knowing that Lore had a quick temper. Everybody had magic in them, but only certain people could make use of it. Larkin, for example, was extremely powerful. It was fortunate that she used her powers for good; or, at least, what she thought was good.

Jesse punched Larkin’s arm lightly, saying, “What about you? How have you been doing?” Larkin offered a small smile, but her usually bright green eyes dulled and casted down to the stone path at her feet.

“Not great. The royals have been pressing harder for this harvest’s crops, but the workers barely have any leftover from the already too small portion they set aside for themselves and their families. I’m trying to get in touch with Talon, but he hasn’t been responding.” Larkin shoved her hands into the pockets of her trousers, and kicked at a few rocks on the ground. “It’s getting hard not to rebel against the royals now. I’m not sure if I can keep up with the plan, Jes,” she sighed and dug her boot into the dirt. Jesse hadn’t seen Larkin this beat-up in a while; not since the huge fight that broke out between the royals and commoners a few months ago, which started this whole thing in the first place.

Jesse reached out and squeezed Larkin’s shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry, we’ll get through it eventually.” Larkin nodded, opening her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the loud ring of the bell in the middle of the town square. Both of the girl’s heads turned towards the direction of the sound.

“What was that?” Jesse asked, frowning. Larkin paused, then replied, “I don’t know, but I’m going to go find out.” And with that, she started running towards the sound of the still-ringing bell.

“Hey, wait up!” Jesse exclaimed, and sprinted to catch up to her friend.

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“Thank you! Thank you all so much for coming!” The announcer said loudly, using magic to project his voice across the entire town square. “This is a special evening, for the king and his son are arriving in exactly three hours!” He grinned. Oh, great, Larkin thought. They just had to come tonight.

A mix of excited shouts and groans came from the crowd. Yet the announcer kept grinning that fake grin, acting as if his greatest dreams had just come true.

“Why? Why are they coming to our small little town?” Called out a middle-aged woman, stepping forward from the mass of people. Larkin didn’t recognize her.

The announcer’s head whipped towards the person who spoke, causing several people to flinch under his gaze. But the woman remained unfazed. The announcer seemed surprised by this, but his mask slipped on before Larkin could be sure.

The announcer eventually replied, “They’re visiting every town in the country, no matter how big or small. It’s a blessing, really, that they have made the choice to do so.” He grinned at everybody again, and the lady who had spoken before just nodded once as she turned away. Larkin shook her head, trying to find Jesse’s wild black hair in the crowd. She spotted her just outside of the forest edge, eyeing the announcer warily. Jesse caught Larkin looking at her, and she started to walk over.

“Hey,” Jesse said. “They really did just pick the perfect time to stop by, huh?” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. Larkin smiled wryly.

“Yeah, that’s what I was just thinking,” Larkin whispered as the announcer’s gaze swept over them. He paused when his eyes met Larkin’s, and she stiffened. But he quickly moved on as he surveyed the crowd with his creepy grin.

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The hours passed quicker than Larkin would’ve liked. Before she knew it, trumpets were blaring and the sound of horses’ hooves could be heard in the distance. She ran towards the sound, trying to see if it was indeed the king and prince. A crowd was already forming around the entrance, so Larkin had to fight to get to the front. The king and the prince were on their horses, a circle of guards surrounding them. The king looked triumphant, as he always did. Larkin turned towards the prince, studying him; she had never seen him before, only heard talk and rumors. He had short, tousled black hair that kept falling over his dark green eyes, and was wearing a dark blue suit with a yellow sash, displaying multiple pins

The prince seemed like he really didn’t want to be there. But Larkin noticed that it wasn’t because he was bored, like most royals. He just seemed like he was feeling down, and kept glancing over at his father, the king, with an almost worried expression.

“Hey, out of the way! Out of the way! Make space for the king to pass!” Shouted a guard, waving at the people crowded at the entrance. People moved to one side or the other, allowing the horses to canter by. Most people curtsied or bowed, but Larkin stayed standing. She caught the prince’s eye, and they looked at each other for a long moment before he turned away.

Larkin shook her head. She didn’t know if she could kill both of them in the next 24 hours, let alone get away with it.

Weekly Character:

Name: Timeus Joshua
Age: Seventeen
Species: Human

Personality and Traits:

Timeus has always been incredibly loyal to his master/employer. In fact, he would practically do anything for them, even if it meant putting himself in danger to save their life. Ever since he was young, he had been fascinated by his work, which is the reason for which he chose to have the master he did. Along with the line of work he chose came a passion of using his large hands to make useful and beautiful objects for people out of nothing but a few materials. His strength is great, but his disposition is gentle.
Socialising with other people is something that does not make him question himself. He simply leaps into conversations with people, no matter who they might be. Sometimes this can get him into trouble, but most of the time he is seen as a friendly, Christian man. While some he has met may be discriminatory and prejudiced against people who are different than them, Timeus allows the Holy Spirit to guide him in his judgment. He believes that God wants his people to be loving to everyone, so that’s what he tries to be even when he doesn’t feel like the person deserves it.


Wants, Hopes, and Strengths:

Timeus’ second greatest desire, even beyond his work, is to make people happy. When he sees the joy in the eyes of those who enjoy his work, it restores his faith in mankind. He hopes to encourage others to follow God when they see the way that he treats them and others, so he can get frustrated when he isn’t as friendly and selfless as he thinks he needs to be. The primary desire of his life is to worship God with all that he does. Sometimes it can be difficult when he is around people who don’t respect his religion, so he makes sure to take time during every day to read his Bible and pray so that he doesn’t lose faith.
School might not have been his strong suit, but common sense and logic are highly relevant in his mind. Some might call him unintelligent, but for this reason, he should not be considered so. He is an excellent problem solver and he also knows all the best ways to keep himself safe when working, even if he had to learn on his own. Due to the fact that he enjoys talking to people so much, his negative experiences with school can help him easily connect with those who had similar problems in their life. He is capable of making almost everyone feel smart in some way, occasionally for the first time in their lives.

Dislikes and Fears:

While he does not fear people or the tools he uses for his artwork, he is afraid of humiliation. He can talk with people for hours without feeling embarrassed when he is in and around his happy place, but this was not so when he was learning academics in the lower educational systems. His friends and family often made fun of him for not being very intelligent in the core classes, and this can be a rather strong embarrassment for someone who is a people pleaser such as Timeus. He also very much dislikes those who do not respect others, but he tries his best to understand their perspective in order not to get too riled up about them and so that he can continue loving them.





Weekly Setting:

In a world that once was full of magic, there is only one place left that can claim to that heritage. There is a quiet forest that speaks only through the nature that dwells within its heart. From the inside, it looks only like ordinary trees inhabited by ordinary animals. From the outside; however, people see its beauty as something unrivalled by anything else on the planet. Many have had the desire to enter it, but only those with a pure soul have the ability to enter into its protective field. The forest is only as peaceful as it is because of the protection it has against evil. If anyone attempted to come into the forest with ill intentions of any sorts, they would lose themselves and wind up getting turned around and following a path back to their home.

The magic within the world is fueled by the dreams of its inhabitants. As there began to be fewer children with parents who taught them to strive for what they most desire in life, those youth grew up to be adults who had given up all hope of ever achieving what they had so dearly wanted when they were young. Soon, many adults had even begun to teach their children not to wish for anything that could never obviously happen. Now, it is only those living around the forest and a few sprinkled out along the countryside that are keeping its magic alive.

Within the forest is one large, ancient tree that stands just about as tall as a great tower. Its wood is textured like the most vivid flowers, it’s leaves flow smoothly between colours without falling from its branches, and its roots are rumoured to reach all the way to the core of its planet. A few pilgrims have managed to get into the forest to seek the wisdom of the tree, but they quickly learn it was they, rather than the tree, that was the purpose for the world’s existence.

In a land of incredible beauty, some become blind to what they could see with their own eyes. Instead of allowing themselves to be carried away by the powerful emotions nature can evoke, they harden their hearts against the healing they can find in their own backyard. It’s incredibly difficult to understand why, but sometimes when a person is in a certain state of mind, it’s difficult to understand why they should seek healing.


Weekly Premise:

A happy, loving family is separated when a tragedy strikes them. They are scattered around the land like a lost flock of doves, some even finding themselves in an entirely new country. At first they all kept their hope of being reunited, but soon they realised that it would likely never happen.

Without each other for comfort, all of the family members were forced to learn to get along with their new neighbours. Some were accepted with open arms into new families, but others had a harder time learning to live with others. Between each one of them, they began a different life.

Eventually, when all the children at the time of the disaster had grown older, a miraculous event happened. While one character was reading the newspaper, he found an article about a famous man with a story that sounded awfully familiar. When the character looked into the person telling the story, it was discovered that he was the older brother that he lost all those many years ago. Character then makes contact, and together they try to reunite their family.




24th - III - 2022 Daily

“I wonder what would happen if I flicked this ant into the fountain?”

“Look, it’s swimming around! I think it’s trying to find a way out.”

“Ow, that hurt! How could those big creature things do this to me?”

“This is a dangerous place. I would suggest getting out as soon as possible.”

“Is that the body of my dead uncle George? This is making me sick to my stomach.”

“Remember the time I almost shot an arrow through the scarecrow? That was kind of funny.”

“Oh no! I’m going to drown if I can’t climb up this sticky wall.”

“Maybe we should rescue him. I think he’s starting to get frustrated that he can’t get his feet to stick to the wet wall for very long.”

“Leaf, leaf. Safety. Refuge. Aaa is that a tsunami? It’s just like my mommy told me this morning. I’m going to die one of these days if I’m not careful enough.”

“Here you go buddy, sorry we did that to you. I’ll let you off in the grass so you don’t get stepped on.”

“Freedom! Now I can run back home and tell my family what happened to me, and I’m never going to go outside again. It’s a dangerous place, just like Daddy told me every day after brother was stepped on.”

CABIN WARS 3/11
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You wake up in the middle of a grassy field. The beautiful deep violet hues of midnight are up in the sky. Soft, silver beams shoot down from the moon, accentuating the grass below you and giving it a slight sheen. The night is cold, but not unbearable, even though you're wearing a thin flowy nightgown.

All of a sudden you realize, this is a dream! You can do whatever you want with your landscape provided.

You summon a cloud bed in the sky, then a winding staircase to reach it. You're now bored, and summon a flying sheep.

Instead of bleating, the sheep lets out a melody, which you soon come to realize is a lullaby. But why should you fall asleep in your dream? This could go on forever!

You command the flying sheep to, well, fly. Together, you and the sheep soar through the clouds, ever so slightly scented like fresh strawberries. In going up, you grip the fluff of the sheep tightly with one hand, and the other extends, tickled by the breeze. Your dream may be like a nursery, but you still whoop in delight. It's like all of your worries are gone.

As you pass through the layers of clouds, you get a close up of the sky. Its tones are purple, magenta, and all colors in between. Stars of all sizes glisten like dew drops.

You're filled with overwhelming happiness. This dream could go on for hours! After all, a good sleep is 8 to 10.

Suddenly, the moon turns a blood red.

The ground below you starts wilting. Eerie crystals begin to sprout, cracks form in the ground, and twisted trees rise.

Your flying sheep's eyes turn scarlet and it wildly throws you off. Its once peaceful melody turns into the sound of crows cawing, which doesn't make sense because it's a sheep, but you don't have time to think of that as you fall, feeling weightless in the moment.

You gasp as you hit something soft, turning over to see that original bed. You sigh in relief as you see that it's still intact.

The sky begins to fade into that same color scarlet, and the ground is no exception. That putrid, horrifying color continues to spread like a disease. the staircase beneath you crumbles, falling into a gaping hole.

You draw a breath slowly, but the noises keep coming. You wish for a pair of headphones. They crumble to dust in your hand.

A wall, you decide.

It doesn't even stay for a second.

The ground rumbles from underneath you, and it's a tsunami of red. You shiver, wondering if it's blood.

No time to ponder.



The sea below you is like that one scene in Frozen when Anna and Elsa's parents die on the ship. So, heavy and crashing.



walls emerge from all sides.

Your bed is still and unmoving.

The walls come in at an alarming speed, quickening with every second that passes.

With all of your might, you attempt to will your bed up, up, in the clouds, but nothing listens.

The noises grow louder, the sea rises higher. It's at your legs now, the bed is submerged. The walls are a foot away. The water is at your neck now. The walls are squeezing you. They're cold, hard, and unbreakable, binding your insides.

The water reaches your nose.

All of a sudden, you're submerged.

Pt. 3 of the weekly! (459 words)

Your story is set on a series of floating islands. If you were to fall… Well, no one knows, but it couldn’t be good. The abyss where the islands are floating is seemingly endless from what scientists can tell, and they’re still not sure how the islands float in the first place. Most of the islands are around the size of a large shopping mall, usually 3 or 4 families live on each, or people live with multiple roommates. The three center islands (also known as the Center Circle) are the biggest, and kind of like the “town square”. All the necessities for a town to survive are there. The islands are connected by old rope bridges that were made long ago. They are very unstable now, but the government refuses to build new ones for an unknown reason. Your character lives on one of the smaller islands, and the farthest away from the Center Circle, meaning they need to cross the most bridges to get there. Resources are thinning on their Home Island, and wild plants are growing more and more by the day. The current season is fall, and bridges get very icy and even more dangerous as winter gets closer, soon it would be impossible to cross one and get to the other side in one piece, as the bridges are usually around 35 feet long or more. Alright, alright, alright, more description– Your character's house is small and modest, painted baby blue with white accents, though the colors are fading and the paint is chipping. Various vines and ivies are climbing up the walls, And your character/one of their roommates/a member of their family created a little hangout on the roof (which is flat), using the vines as a ladder.

The Center Circle is always kept in pristine shape and spotless, it’s actually scary how clean the place is, certainly in comparison to most of the houses. Most of the interactions in the Center Circle are begrudgingly friendly, though most people prefer not to talk at all. Speaking of the Center Circle, let me elaborate: The smallest in the Center Circle is the farmlands, where all resources come from. Farmers sleep in tiny shacks and usually horrible living conditions, simply because there is no other space, but they are highly respected and an essential part of the community. The next island is mostly for children, with two schoolhouses, one for elementary and middle school-age children, and one for highschool and college. There is also a tiny, very crowded playground. The last island is the one with actual stores. It’s a pretty boring place honestly, just stores in perfect rows, with tiny roads (oh right, no one rides cars, just walking) to conserve space.

Wishingdeer wrote:

March 10th Main Cabin Daily
Todays daily was to rewrite a story in your least favorite genre. I chose to rewrite the kids book, Don’t Let The Pigeon Stay Up Late by Mo Williams. It’s honestly a hilarious book, but I rewrote it as horror. I figured it’d be a crack fic, but I low key kinda love it xD
Word Count: 555

You warily enter a building. It seems like a normal enough building, but time has taught you that things are seldom as they appear. You wouldn’t even dare enter it, but night is beginning to fall, and you don’t dare stay out past dark. Only a fool would risk that. Here’s hoping this building is safer…
“H-hello?” You ask, looking around. A gust of wind slams the door shut, causing you to jump. You try the handle, just to be sure it unlocked.
It isn’t.
Dang.
“Hello?” You call out again. “Is anyone there?
The floor creaks and you spin around to see who’s coming. It’s a middle aged man with pale, waxy skin and dark rings under his eyes. He’s wearing a tattered bathrobe and nightcap. If he wasn’t so haggard, you’d think he was your bus driver…
“Good,” he rasps. “It’s you…”
A chill runs up your spin. How does he know who you are?
“Listen…” he continues. “I need to brush my teeth… don’t let the pigeon stay up late…”
“Wait, what? What pigeon? Who are you? What do you-“
But the man is already receding back into the shadows. “Don’t let the pigeon… stay up late…”
What pigeon? And why couldn’t he stay up late?
Just as you decide the poor man was simply senile, a pigeon slowly descends down the staircase.
Every footstep the pigeon takes echos through the building, causing you to automatically back up. It’s not like any pigeon you’ve ever seen; it’s eyes are vivid red, with circles under its eyes even darker than the man’s. You never realized just how intimidating a small bird could be before this.
“How about a hotdog party?” It asks. It’s such a strange suggestion you could laugh, if it hadn’t been said so threateningly.
“Or,” it says. “I heard there’s a great show on about birds tonight. It should be very… educational.”
You try the door again, hoping you might get lucky. It is, of course, still locked.
“No,” you say to the pigeon, trying to hide the tremble in your voice. “You can’t stay up late.”
“How about five more minute?” It asks. “What are five minutes in the grand scheme of things?” Then it yawns.
Apparently noticing that you saw it yawn, it glares. “I’m one hundred percent awake!” It’s eyes flash. That’s it. This is beyond freaky. You turn away from the door and run down the hall. The pigeon, unfortunately, follows you.
“Tell me about your day!”
“No!” You shout, not daring to look over your shoulder.
“My bunny wants to stay up too! You can’t say no to bunny, can you?”
This time, you turn back. What you see horrifies you. A giant, green fabric bunny is now stomping along beside the pigeon. You can’t hold back a shriek as you turn back around, running as fast as you can.
The pigeon yawns. That should be a simple enough thing, but the sound is loud enough to make your ears ring. Distracted, you trip, crashing to the ground.
You manage to turn your head and see that the pigeon and bunny have both caught up with you. You struggle to get up, but you can’t seem to. Their eyes flash red.
An ominous voice rings throughout the building. “You let the pigeon stay up late…”

Oh my gosh- ash- you’re amazing

war: four people write 1k words with only two characters each in eight hours or lose nine hundred and fifty points
words: 1126

I walked down the road with my sister. I was bored out of my mind, but my sister seemed fine. She was somehow happy that she was the reason that both of us were stuck in this situation where we had to walk all the way to the library and back. It was her fault that we had to do this, and we had to walk both forwards and back without any food or stops along the way- yet somehow she was actually enjoying the torturous walk.
My sister was smiling- perhaps because she was making my legs suffer, perhaps because she was happy because she had eaten every cookie in the cookie jar. Or maybe she just hadn’t been listening and thought we would be going to pick up books and get some food along the way. Maybe that was the reason why she was carrying a thick stack of books in her backpack. No doubt she would end up tired at the end of the journey, having to take with her such a large amount of books.
“Why did you bring the books with you?” I asked her. “You know we’re not going into the library, right?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“So then why did you bring the books?”
“Yeah,” she said again. I realized she wasn’t paying attention to me and groaned.
“Can you help me out for once?” I asked, irritated. “Listen to what I’m saying. What did I just say?”
“Mhm,” she hummed.
“Cut that out and actually listen!” I snapped.
“Okay,” she said, gaze not wavering from the sidewalk. Without her eyes looking at my eyes, I had no way of knowing whether or not she was actually listening. I yanked one of the library books she had most likely planned to return out of her arms.
Finally, she turned to look at me. “What did you do that for?”
“Because you weren’t listening. I had to make you pay attention!” I glared at her.
“Is this about the number of books I brought with me?” she asked. “I know it’s a lot, but I’ll only have to carry this much half of the way. You don’t need to worry.” I could tell she was already starting to zone out again, which made me angrier.
“No, you’ll have to carry it the entire way because you weren’t listening! The punishment for you eating all of the cookies all at once was that we had to walk all the way and you just made it worse for yourself!”
“You mean I won’t be returning the books?” she asked, finally starting to figure out what was going on. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”
“I did, you just weren’t listening,” I said angrily. I growled in frustration and stomped off, hurrying up to put some space between us. As I continued to walk, I asked myself why my sister was so bad at paying attention when other people were speaking.
Unfortunately for me, my sister sped up too. “Well,” she said, “Maybe you should have told me while I was paying attention.”
“How would I know when you’re paying attention?” I argued back as I sped up again. “I don’t have time to talk to you longer than I need to. I need to be back home, helping my cabin defend against wars!”
“It’s not longer than you need to if you need to make sure that I’m actually listening,” she countered. “Besides, I’m sure your cabin is full of capable people who can handle the wars for you while you take a break. It’s not like you’re the only productive person in your cabin.”
“I know that, but I can’t just sit by as they work their fingers off defending the cabin!”
“Sure you can,” she said. “If you have a good enough reason, you can do anything.”
“Like fly,” I said sarcastically.
“Yeah, like flying!” she said. “If you have a good enough reason to purchase plane tickets, you can fly as far as your budget takes you.”
“Maybe I should send you on a plane to Antarctica and leave you there, seeing as you like flying so much.”
“Why would you want to trap your adorable little sister in Antarctica?”
“Of course I want to trap the most annoying person I know in Antarctica. Maybe you’ll get along with the penguins. I hear they’re annoying too.”
My sister snorted. “Hmph! Maybe once I’m old enough to fly without an adult with me, I’ll have my own bank account. Then I’ll buy plane tickets back. So there!”
“Sure, but I won’t tell you that you’re going to Antarctica so you’ll be freezing by the time that you’re there. You won’t have time to pack warm clothes!”
“Maybe I could just stay on the plane. They have snacks and food, you know.”
“But what if they run out?”
“I’d become a part of the crew, silly, and help them clean the plane to make myself useful. Then they’ll have to pay me and get food for me and the rest of the people on the plane.”
“Are you sure? Maybe they’ll just make you work without pay and violate a few laws- but technically you wouldn’t be employed. You’d just be a volunteer.”
“So? Volunteers get paid, too.”
“But do you even know how to clean a plane? It’s probably really gross!”
“Whenever we go on planes, everything’s nice and clean. The only mess is the crumbs when we leave. I’m sure I would be fine.”
We continued arguing all the way home. When we got home, I nearly collapsed from exhaustion. My sister seemed to do the same as well, and we sat down on the couch. I sighed and pulled up my computer to continue to write words for the challenge.
After checking twice, I found out that I had miscounted my words that I had written by two hundred words, having used the wrong color for a writing piece that matched the other one and thus rendering myself unable to actually count the words I had written properly. I was actually relieved for once that I had gone on the walk, since it had enabled me to correct my mistake in time instead of having to correct it after I had gotten home.
My sister watched my fingers fly across the keyboard as I strived to correct my mistake. Quickly writing more than two hundred words in time, I smiled and finalized my post as I typed the last few words I needed to write in order to post the writing piece, then moved my cursor up the screen and to the glowing blue button. I clicked the post button, leaned back and relaxed, finally able to have some rest.

Kit's Week 2 weekly
Okay so this is just links to the different parts of this weekly, I just made this post to keep track of them all. Ignore the chaos of this description please.
In fact, probably just ignore this post xD

Part 1
The parts in italics are by @FairyAyla; the others are by me.
Xena was out for a walk one day when she spotted the tunnel.
She went into the tunnel, unsure of what was in there but knowing that maybe something exciting lied inside.
The tunnel’s entrance was a massive hole in a brick wall, a hole that hadn’t been there a few days ago. It was hard to tell how far back it went, but the tunnel seemed much deeper than the wall should allow.
She walked and walked until she heard something breathing in the tunnel beside her.
There was no one there, though. The tunnel was dark, but not so dark to explain not seeing someone right next to her. Xena shook herself. It was probably just her imagination. Yes, that was it. Just her imagination.
But she heard it again, no idea what it was.
This time, it was accompanied by the sound of footsteps. She shuddered. What could be making the sound? A ghost? A mysterious tunnel like this could certainly be haunted. But did ghosts breathe? Xena didn’t know, but she figured dead people sure didn’t need any air. Don’t worry about ghosts, she told herself. Worry about where you’re going. And the fact that no one knew where she was…
And then, even a smell came through the air. She wasn’t sure what it was. It smelled almost fragrant, and lemony. She followed the lemony smell, and found a very foggy spot filled with… furniture. Old and dusty, but definitely furniture.
What was furniture doing here? What was this tunnel doing here? What was Xena doing in this tunnel? She should get out. She should go home. But which way was out? Why did she have to follow that stupid smell? Now she was lost in a foggy tunnel with a bunch of old furniture and an invisible lemon-scented being.
She looked around to try and find her way when she heard a moaning sound. “Is someone there?” said Xena, looking around. No answer. Just more moaning. And more of the sweet, lemony smell. And then, a ghostly white figure came out of the mist. “Who are you?” said the ghost, in an eerie voice, but almost sweet, like the lemony smell in the air.
“I- I’m Xena,” she said. “What- I mean, who are you?”
“My name is Stella. This is my tunnel. Why are you here?” “Uh… this tunnel appeared and I, uh, went in,” said Xena. “How did you die?” said Xena. “It was a while ago, and I don’t really remember,” said Stella.
“In fact,” Stella continued, “I’m not even sure I did die. I just am like this. I don’t know if I used to be something else, or if I was always this way. I don’t even know what I am.” “I… I’m sorry?” said Xena. Stella smiled, and waved the human’s words away. “No, no, don’t be. I don’t mind how it is. It just is.” She shrugged.
“Um… do you know why this place smells like lemon?” asked Xena. “Lemon and dandelion, to be precise. That’s the perfume I’ve worn, and still do. Although I’m running low on many things, since I’ve been in this tunnel for who knows how long.”
“Where did this stuff come from, anyway? No, where did this tunnel come from? Wait, scratch that,” Xena said, “how do I get out?”
“I do not know. I have never left this tunnel… at least, not that I can remember. It seems to shift and change, as if it isn’t an object, more of something that is alive, but slow, and moving, like a tree or a flower. It can be impossible to navigate, and even if I had known the way once, I wouldn’t remember it now. I wish I could see the towns again, or at least get some more food, or perfume. I haven’t seen the light in who knows how long.”
“I thought you said you don’t remember being anywhere else,” Xena reminded her. “So how do you know about anything outside the tunnel?” Stella shrugged again. “I have dreams,” she said. “Only they might be memories. But maybe not.” “Well… anyway. You don’t know how I can get out?” said Xena. “No, sorry.” The ghost, or whatever she was, smiled sadly. “But in the meantime, you can live here with me.” She gestured to the tunnel around her. Xena sighed. This tunnel was not a place she wanted to spend all eternity.

Part 2
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=64
Part 3
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=77#post-6121249
Part 4
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=78#post-6122595
Part 5
Character: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/586550/?page=3#post-6117597
Setting: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=77#post-6121468
Premise: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=22#post-6084086
This is unfinished, and really, really needs some serious revising. I didn't know what I was doing while I wrote it. To the creators of the character, setting, and premise: I wish I had time to write a better story with your awesome elements. But I didn't, because I procrastinated way too much on this weekly. So yeah.
“Hey. Hey, you.”
I turn, startled. “Me?”
“Yes, you. Do you see anyone else around?” She gestures to the empty street.
“No…” I just didn’t expect her to be talking to me. The girl looks to be my age or a little older, 14 or 15, with shiny black hair and ankle boots to match. I’ve seen her around school a few times before, though I don’t even know her name.
“You’re the one asking about the buildings, right?”
I nod.
“Well, one appeared right by my house today,” she says. “In the Desolate Debris.”
“The Desolate Debris?” My eyes widen. “Torence’s park?”
She shrugs. “Yeah, if you’re being technical. Guess there’s something actually weird about the place now. Anyway.” She turns to go. “Just figured you’d want to know.”
“I- yeah, thanks. Oh, uh, by the way, I’m Olive,” I say.
“Vera.” She starts to walk away, then glances over her shoulder. “If you figure out where they’re coming from, let me know. No one’s telling me anything.”
“I will,” I agree. I puzzle over the interaction as Vera walks off.
Let me know… no one’s telling me anything…
“Wait!” I call. She turns around. “You want to know where the buildings are coming from.”
Vera nods dubiously. “Um, yeah? So do you.”
“Exactly!” I grin. “No one else seems to care. But we know there’s something strange going on. It’s up to us to figure out what it is.”
She crosses her arms. “You want to go investigate the building.”
“Well…”
Before I can say anything else, she interrupts. “Ugh, fine. I’ll come with you. Come on.” She grabs my arm and pulls me down the street.
- - -
“Desolate debris” might be an overstatement, but it’s not too far off, either. Broken swings… rusty slide… filthy sandbox… and there, tucked near the back of the abandoned playground, sits another of the strange buildings. With its concrete walls and metal door, it looks like it could be a hideout for a secret organization, or a bunker to live out a natural (or unnatural) disaster. And, according to Vera, it wasn’t there yesterday. Like the other buildings, it seems to have popped up over night.
Vera walks up towards the building without giving the rest of the park so much as a glance, but I can’t help looking around. I’ve walked by the park before, but never actually been in it. The old place is eerie in the evening light. Maybe ghosts live here, little ghost children playing on the ghost of a beautiful park. Maybe monsters lurk in the shadows, gobbling up those who come too near. Maybe the park truly is cursed, as are those who dare enter. Maybe Vera is a vampire, which is why hangs around the place. She’s been in here several times before, she says. Maybe the curse doesn’t affect vampires.
Somehow, I don’t think she’d much like being called a vampire, so I keep my thoughts to myself. It’s not like anyone would care about them, anyway.
We reach the building. I pause in front of it. This is it. Time to solve the mystery. Time to figure out what’s going on.
Vera sighs impatiently. “Are we doing this or not?” She rolls her eyes, pushes the door open, and walks right in. I take a deep breath, and follow her.
It’s so dark inside, I can’t make out anything about the place. The darkness is unnatural; the fading light from outside might not be able to do much, but it should do something. Instead, we seem to be stepping in to a realm of blackness, the doorway out a portal to another world. I can barely see Vera right in front of me. She doesn’t seem concerned, though, as she walks on.
I hurry to catch up. Afraid of losing her in the dark, I grab her hand.
“Off.” She pulls away. “Look, you’re the one who insisted we come. It’s not my fault you decide it’s scary.”
Actually, this was her idea. She’s the one who dragged me here. I don’t say that, though. Instead, I just nod, and keep walking.
Suddenly, there is a blinding flash. I squeeze my eyes shut reflexively.
When I open my eyes, it’s still bright. I blink rapidly. Now that my eyes are adjusting, I see the light isn’t really that bright. Of course, after having been in total blackness for several minutes, any light is blinding. That’s all.
Now, at least, we can see the inside of the building.
It’s surprisingly ordinary, actually. It doesn’t even look like a military bunker– or rather, what I’d imagine a military bunker looks like. It looks more like a classroom, or a very large office. One wall is lined with bookshelves, while a few desks and chairs sit against another. The fourth wall, opposite the one with the still-open door we came through, has another metal door. A back entrance, perhaps? But an entrance for whom? Who lives or works here?
“This is it?” Vera looks around, unimpressed. “This is what you wanted to see so much?” While I don’t admit it, I’m disappointed too. It seems like this place should be more… exciting.
I walk over to the bookshelf. The spines of the books are blank, and when I pull one off the shelf, I find the cover is, too.
I look over at Vera, who’s reaching for the closed door, then back down at the book in my hands. I open the book. Charborough’s Advanced Mechanical Enchantment, reads the title page. Curiouser and curiouser.
I’m turning the page when Vera screams. Startled, I drop the book. “What’s wrong?”
She doesn’t answer, just runs toward me. “Out. Now.” She grabs my arm and pulls me to the front door. We run, me not even knowing what we’re running from. Bolt out the door. Race through the abandoned park. Zoom down the street.
Only when we’re several blocks away do we stop. We sit on the sidewalk, panting.
“Vera,” I ask, “what was that?”
She shakes her head. “N- nothing. Nothing we should know about.”
I look at her, confused.
Vera sighs. “Okay, fine. Olive, we have a lot more to investigate.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jenny asked as Phoenix stared into the depths of her soul.
“Oh uhh.. I was just admiring your necklace of course!” Phoenix mumbled softly as she blushed. Phoenix was NOT admiring Jenny’s necklace. In fact, she actually thought it was rather hideous. She was only staring at her since Jenny’s friend, Maria, had recently stuck a piece of gum in Jenny’s hair. Phoenix tried hard not to laugh whenever she looked at Jenny’s hair. After all, Phoenix knew how annoyed Jenny gets when something goes wrong. Once, she threw a tantrum just because Joshua spilled a drop of water on her.
While Phoenix typed away on her computer about dogs and soaring satellites, she could not help but check her messages from time to time. As she quickly checked her Instagram, she saw a recently posted photo by Maria with her sticking a piece of gum into Jenny’s hair. “Oh NO!” she thought “JENNY IS GOING TO BE SO UPSET WHEN SHE SEES THIS!” Phoenix screamed throughout her mind.
Phoenix rapidly then scrolled down to her text messages, into Maria’s texts, and tried to persuade her into unsharring the photo for the sake of Jenny. Everything was going well until Jenny had looked at her phone, seeing that she had texted Maria to not send something that had her in it.
Jenny glared with a face of curiosity. “What could Phoenix possibly not want to share that has to do with ME?”

Jenny proudly stood up and walked over to Phoenix with a face of pride. “What are you texting?” Jenny asked.
Phoenix’s face turned red. She could already imagine her getting embarrassed by the current situation she was in. The possibilities were endless! Jenny could get upset at Maria or think that she was trying to offend her or kill her at midnight or worse- think that Phoenix was doing something wrong! Phoenix then realized she had to come clean.
“Well…” Phoenix mumbled, “You kinda have had gum in your hair all day and I did not want you to find out so I texted Maria to unshare the photo she posted of her sticking gum into your hair because I did not want you to get upset and I’m so sorry but please forgive me.”
First a pause of silence. Then the biggest laugh that came out of Jenny’s mouth since she was four years old. “You went to all that trouble for me??”

Phoenix could not help but wear a confused grin. “Yes..”

“Aww Phoenix, you’re the best friend I could have ever asked for.” Jenny smiled as she hugged Pheonix till’ her arms were numb.
“You mean.. you’re not upset?” Phoenix asked.
“Of course not! Why would I ever get upset over a silly thing like that?” Jenny shouted.
“Well.. my mind goes to strange places sometimes.” Jenny blushed.
“Alright. Even though I’m not upset, it could’ve helped to tell me I had gum in my hair. I probably looked like a clown all school day!” Jenny laughed.
“To be honest, I had a short “try hard not to laugh” challenge play in my brain every time I looked at your hair.” Phoenix chuckled.



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536 words! GO MEEEE :>

Total: 3088 words

Birdi's Warmup for Weekly #2 - 313 words
My name is Custard. I am a pigeon. And, well. . . l knew from the instant I was brought to the Fairy Tales cottage that these people were trouble. Dehydration, sleep deprivation. . . I had a lot of work to do. I knew that this task would be difficult, but what I didn't know is that the campers (and leaders) would grow to have a love-hate relationship with me, with them at times fawning over my feathers and at others running after me with a crazed expression on their faces and the sole intent of making it so that I would never see the light again.
The first few days were difficult. . . to be completely honest. I faced scrutiny and anger from all those who were afraid of me and afraid of the possibilities I brought with me. After a few days, it began to feel like I was part of the family. But still - *still* - after a week, I had failed to make the slightest bit of progress in the sleep-deprivation front. I frowned, deep in thought. Clearly, simply squawking at the campers wasn't doing anything. I would have to employ some new strategy. For ages, I thought and thought and thought. What could I do to get these stubborn campers and leaders to cooperate? And one misty morning, after a not-so-restful night of sleep (pigeons need 10 hours of sleep just like a lot of young humans, you know, but I sacrificed some to help the others fall asleep), the answer came to me. It wasn't going to be squawking, it wasn't going to be threats, it wasn't even going to be severe consequences. In the end, it was going to be the lovely art of bribery. And I had just the right idea for what would appeal to the Fairy Tales residents the most.

Birdi's Character for Weekly #2 - 553 words
Name: Delara Sinclair
Age: 14
Species: Human
Personality and Traits: Delara is very pessimistic all the time. She sees the worst in people to the point where it’s kind of startling that she can look right at someone and see their worst flaw. There is one exception where she isn’t as cynical as she always is, which is in nature or with animals. She knows that everything is imperfect, but she can only see the beauty of those ‘perfect imperfections’ when she is in nature. Otherwise, she mostly just pretends that she’s sane, though she talks to herself a lot when she thinks nobody else is listening. She really hates society in general, though she could have a few close friends. She’s a very strong introvert but also gets tired of being alone for a long time because she desires somebody else to criticize. Sometimes after long breaks, she’s a bit excited to get thrown back into society though she would never admit it, but when that day actually comes to pass, she wishes she weren’t there. She can get overwhelmed easily and often has excruciating headaches, but she hides them well in most cases. She enjoys low-toned, darker music without lyrics. She also enjoys the sound of everyday ambience like water rushing and vehicles running (with the exception of people talking).
Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: One of Delara’s most persistent wishes is to just get away from society, though that can contradict itself as previously said. She also really wants one or multiple pets despite not being able to get one for whatever reason. Something she would never tell anyone is that she wishes she could find a way to make a difference or see the world differently as she always looks at it with a pessimistic outlook. Delara hopes for a better world in the future, and she’s always excited when new innovations or ideas pop up – in part because she can criticize them, but also in part because she hopes they will be better than what was previously there in their stead. Her strengths are being able to see the possible consequences of actions that others would readily take without considering them beforehand. She’s also a very good analyst with no bias in most sets of data. When she gives critique, it’s very helpful but also very harsh. She takes care to maintain her reputation as a critical pessimist, though a small part of her continues to see the beauty in everyday life, which, again, makes her wish at times that she could see the world completely the way some of her peers do.
Dislikes and Fears: She dislikes people not thinking before they speak, and she also dislikes spending time on things that she believes should not be a priority. She is often afraid of people judging her harshly in their heads as she judges them – she is what some may call ‘the silent judge’, but is also very concerned with the people around her and how they judge her, though she takes care not to let it show. She is also very distrustful due to the fact that she sees the bad in people before she sees the good, but with people she’s known for a long time, she’s a bit more relaxed. She’s very wary of strangers.

Birdi's Setting for Weekly #2 - 415 words
The story is set in the Blackbird Family Garden, a community garden that is strictly managed by some mysterious people. It is split into four quadrants that hold different families of plants and an organized rainbow of painted rocks. These rocks are very unique in that each has a different pattern, and they are organized differently from day to day. The plants in the garden specifically range from flowers (Quadrant I) to edible harvest crops (Quadrant II) to trees and bushes (Quadrant III) to exotic plants in a greenhouse (Quadrant IV). Crisscrossing paths lead throughout the garden and blackbirds often come to perch on the trees in Quadrant III, hence the name “Blackbird Family Garden”. The behavior of animals in the garden is very strange – they come out and leave at very precise times in the day, and they only appear in places that will not interfere with the plants being grown in that specific area. They are fed by a system of feeders placed systematically throughout the garden. Any visitor is sure to be awed by the precise and organized nature of the garden, and they might also feel unnerved because everything is so pristine it’s unreal. The only part of the garden that is closed to the public is the area behind Quadrant IV. That area has a wooden gate that has been locked for who knows how long. The gate is decorated with an undecipherable inscription and a carving of two flowers with vines that cross over each other like a family emblem. A symmetrical blackbird is depicted above the flowers, flying with its beak pointed toward the curved top of the gate. As you approach the very border of Quadrant IV through a hidden trail, outside of the greenhouse, you see the gate and the very starkly different nature of the area around the gate in comparison to the rest of the Garden. There are vines dangling from the gateposts, overgrown weeds between the cracks in the pavement, and wild white flowers that can be seen nowhere else in the garden. Nobody has dared to enter that gate in years. It is also far older than the rest of the equipment available for viewing in the garden – you can tell that it has paled over the years and cracked or mossy in some places due to lack of tending. Moss covers the entirety of the pavement underneath it and spreads out and dissipates as the trail goes closer to Quadrant IV.

Birdi's Premise for Weekly #2 - 154 words
Your character is being forced by someone else to hand over an important key to something very important. Your character has just come into possession of it and they are not quite sure what it is or what it unlocks. They are pretty sure they do not want to hand over this key and must decide what they will do to get it back. This key could be anything from a real key to a special card. However, your character has said key hidden in a pocket and the person asking them to hand it over does not know this. They manage to stall in some way for a good deal of time. Eventually, though, your character will be forced to make a decision and act on it. They are beginning to get stressed by the situation they have been placed in, and this exhibits itself in whatever way is suitable for your character.

Birdi's Final Story for Weekly #2 - 1653 words

I’m using https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/586550/?page=2#post-6106703 by rainingthunders as the character, https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=63#post-6109979 by creativity for the setting, and https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=63#post-6110164 by cheeseloverwv for the premise.

Bryant woke up unnecessarily early with a burning pain in his forehead. For some reason, he couldn’t remember how he fell asleep last night, or what he was doing before he fell asleep, or even the progression of the evening. He frowned in concentration, a memory of flashing lights and loud sounds echoing in his head. He was utterly bemused for a few moments before he finally remembered what he had to do. Then he startled back to reality. The ‘special exam’ – it was today. And the party last night had been to celebrate the acceptance of Bryant and his friends as interns to the teachers of the School for Gifted Children. Better be early than late to his first internship opportunity.

Bryant himself had graduated from the School for Gifted Children when he was sixteen, and he was returning to intern in the hopes of becoming a professor. He had thought his experience at the prestigious school was decent, and he had been mostly satisfied all aspects except the ‘special exam’ that was happening today, but the Headmaster had been adamant that it was necessary to learn to administrate if he ever wanted to become part of the faculty, and he did very much.

He hated parties, though. He didn’t know why he’d gone to the party last night. It hadn’t been very fun, and there wasn’t a specific schedule set out, which was quite unappealing to him for whatever reason. He had left early, and, exhausted from the day’s events, had collapsed into his bed.

Bryant would have felt uncomfortable about the test he was about to help administer to the one thousand students of the School for Gifted Children if he wasn’t one of those people who condemned any kind of emotion whatsoever. While he was rather skeptical of the Headmaster’s ways, he maintained that it wasn’t his problem. Deep down, though he would never admit it, he did always wind up feeling the smallest bit sorry for the ten lowest-scoring kids that were expelled from the school each year after the ‘special exam’.

After contemplating his breakfast options, Bryant grabbed a blueberry muffin and headed down to the commons to prepare the exam. He couldn’t help feeling an odd sense of déjà vu as he looked out at the tables covered in white sheets, remembering what his own Professor had said to him the first time he had taken the test. She had taken him aside, talking to him separately from his classmates.

“Bryant. I know you can pass this test. But some people you know might not. You will move forward in this school. As for those who don’t pass – they will get to go home. You might experience some negative emotions about the exam, but trust me, you must keep them down. If you show these emotions, some very bad things could happen. There is no room for questions. Do you understand?”

Twelve-year-old Bryant had nodded, and his professor had sent him off with a pat on his back.

Bryant was twenty-three now, and he had never stopped standing by her words that day. It helped, somewhat, with the grief and the loneliness. He had been devoid of emotion since then, and the strategy had worked well for him. There was a reason his teacher had taken him aside that day. His best friend, Thea, had not been doing well in class and his Professor had rightly predicted that she would fail the ‘special exam’. She was sent back home, leaving him alone.

He still thought of Thea sometimes. There was something so childlike and nostalgic about the way her brown hair always curled into her face and slid over her eyes. And the way she laughed; her face bright with happiness, the sound like the ringing of bells. He barred himself from missing her, but thinking of her was acceptable enough.

He hoped she had been doing fine with her parents over the past eleven years. As far as he remembered, they had pressured her into studying to get into the School, but all of her motivation had been lost once she actually got in and away from them. Bryant had tried to get her to study with him occasionally, but she preferred drawing on the walls or attempting to make him laugh.

He shook himself out of the daze of memories and got back to setting exam papers on the tables. It had started to rain outside. The room was dark and gloomy. Bryant went to greet his group of students and tell them that the test had been moved to a week earlier than it had previously been scheduled. Some looked excited, others looked nauseous. He reminded himself that they didn’t need his help, though he desperately wanted to give them the smiles and words of encouragement they were so clearly craving. Instead, he coldly bid them good luck and sent them off with a wave as his own professors had over the years.

He saw the Headmaster, watching from the front of the commons, nod with approval. He stood a bit straighter as he walked to his observing position at the side of the room. The test began, and ten, twenty, thirty minutes passed. He stood stock-still at his position, not flinching as some students wailed and others diligently worked on their papers. He didn’t even flinch when some of the older students glanced surreptitiously at the younger interns, who winked before going back to their silent, stoic positions.

After the test was over, the Professors worked together to grade the papers – the interns couldn’t help with that, the test material was too sensitive. The Headmaster made his way towards Bryant, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Thank you for your service today. You did well.”

Bryant wanted to bow but thought better of it. Show no emotion. “I appreciate your saying that. Thank you. . . er. . . Headmaster.”

The Headmaster nodded and turned around to leave.

“Oh – wait!”

The words burst out of Bryant’s mouth, and he regretted them instantly when the Headmaster turned back around. “Yes?”

“I was, uh, I was wondering if you had access to old student directories. I have a student I’d like to contact. She was sent back after this exam eleven years ago.”

The Headmaster raised his eyebrows, and there was a moment of silent. Then he ran one hand through his beard and placed the other on Bryant’s shoulder. “Son, there is something I must show you. Something that might be repulsive at first, but is necessary for the good of this School. I assure you that it is entirely implemented with good intentions and the school cannot function without it.”

Bryant was intrigued. “What?”

The Headmaster smiled. “I am taking the students who failed today’s test to the next destination on their road to success. Would you like to come with me?”

Bryant nodded.

And so that’s how he came to be sitting in a bus with the Headmaster of the School for Gifted Children, exchanging conversation. After a while, he began to notice that they had entered the villages. He watched as houses rolled by, waiting for the driver to make the first stop. But they didn’t stop, and soon the houses turned into gray, dusty farmland that stretched out for miles in every direction. The children started complaining, asking where they were going. Bryant leaned over to the Headmaster with the same question in his mind.

The Headmaster just shook his head solemnly.

After what seemed like an eternity, the bus stopped, and he spoke. “Children, you are now a part of the work force that supplies the village with its basic needs. Welcome to camp.”

The children seemed confused and scared as they departed. Bryant ushered them all out, confused but confident that the Headmaster would supply an explanation when they got back onto the bus. He was about to board again when he thought he saw the distinctive curl of brown hair.

He swiveled around, and there she was.

“Thea?”

Thea looked at him blankly, soot on her palms, and continued sowing the gray fields.

“Thea.” Bryant started walking.

Thea’s voice was nothing like it had been before. “Get out of here, Bryant, please.”

“But – what are you doing here?”

“Go back to the bus.”

“I’m not going back until you tell me what’s going on.”

“Go back to the bus!”

Bryant took a step forward, somewhat surprised and angry. Show no emotion. “No.” he said coolly.

Thea sighed. “They’ve been lying to you. They’ve been lying this whole time. That special test – it’s a lifelong punishment. They take you and make you work in these – these camps. This has been my life ever since that day, Bryant. What are you doing here?” She sounded tired. Exhausted, even.

“I-I’m interning at the School for Gifted Children.” Bryant said, stumbling over his words.

Thea laughed bitterly. “I’m sorry, Bryant. They’re not who you think they are. But it’s too late. And we’re too far from the village now. To go back would be an impossible journey.”

“What do you mean?”

He heard the rumble of a bus engine, and he turned around. The Headmaster was leaving.

The Headmaster was leaving him behind.

He ran, he ran as fast as he could, but soon all that was left of the bus was gray dust. And he finally stopped, a tear slipping down his face, because he had been lied to, and he had trusted it all naively, and now he would never be able to go back home.

Thea walked over and patted him on the back. “I thought you were a cynic anyway. But the people here are nice. You’ll learn to fit in.”

Bryant collapsed to his knees, the beginning of a headache forming.

“It’s okay, we all felt that way too.” Thea said. “Welcome to Camp Failure.”

Weekly 2, Part 2 - Character
Name: Taylor Clark
Species: human
Age: 13

Okay, I honestly really love this character. If you use, please show me, I'd love to see :)
Note: I think of Taylor as a girl, and use she/her pronouns for her here, but feel free to change the gender and pronouns if you use her.


Personality & Traits:
Taylor is very curious, and always has to know why or why not. Her penchant for asking questions tends to infuriate people, and she’ll just keep asking until she either gets an answer or the other person gets mad enough. She is fairly scientifically minded, but doesn’t dismiss the existence of things like aliens and bigfoot just because they haven’t been proven real– after all, they also haven’t been proven unreal. Despite the fact that she always demands answers to her questions, she still likes contemplating unanswerable ones. Taylor doesn’t tend to seek out friendships, but can certainly form close relationships with people, as long as they aren’t driven off by her constant questioning of everything and her tendency to casually discuss worst-case scenarios. Taylor isn’t a pessimist, she is just constantly thinking of possible outcomes, many of which don’t end well for the people involved.
Taylor doen’t bother to follow society’s norms. Why should things be that way, not another? If things have little scientific reasoning behind them, why bother with them, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone? She also doesn’t see why anyone would discriminate against others for their race, gender, or most other things. Not only is it cruel, she thinks, but it also makes no sense from a logical and scientific standpoint. It’s silly, she says. That is, after she presses the offender about their reasons, which she’ll always deem unreasonable.
If Taylor wants to know more about a particular thing and there are no experts around to ask, she will check out and read every book her library has on the subject. She doesn’t only read nonfiction, though– Taylor also enjoys science fiction and dystopian novels (assuming she lives in the real world; if not, this can be changed). They explore things she finds fascinating… and are also just enjoyable.

Wants, Hopes, & Strengths:
Taylor knows that knowing everything is impossible, so she wants to just know as much as she possibly can. Every answer she gets just leads to new questions, and she accepts that. That’s the fun of knowledge, she says. There’s always more to be learnt. She also wants someone to talk to. Someone with whom she can discuss physics and the possibility of life on Mars (or if she’s in a fantasy world, the workings of the magic), or debate the concepts of right and wrong, truth and lies, normal and weird.
She dreams of making a major discovery. To discover a new species or planet, or revolutionize the way we think. If not that, she hopes to do something that somehow leads to such a discovery being made, or to at least inspire other people to ask wonder and ask questions. Basically, Taylor hopes to make a difference. A positive difference, one that helps science and maybe the rest of the world.
When it comes to strengths, Taylor is good at thinking of and considering all the options and all the possible outcomes of any scenario, which is useful for planning. She’s brave, patient, and persistent, and will stop at little to get what she wants (although she won’t do anything that is truly harmful to other people). In more physical strengths, Taylor is good at indurance activities and has pretty good balance. She isn’t terribly athletic, though; most of her power comes from her mind.

Dislikes & Fears:
She dislikes being told to stop asking questions, and being denied answers. Taylor also has no respect for people who blindly trust in other people– or anything else- without good reason. Other than that, she doesn’t like the majority of sports. Hiking? Fun. Basically anything else? Yeah, no.
There isn’t much Taylor fears. Sharks, wolves, and spiders? All incredible creatures. Monsters? They probably don’t exist. The unknown? Fascinating. Death? It’s inevitable, and the greatest unknown of all. But she does have one deep fear: being completely powerless. Still alive, but unable, to move, to even speak. The thought terrifies her. It’s the one thing she generally tries not to think about. It’s not too hard for her not to think about it, luckily, when there’s so many other things to think about.

doing this out of order but oh well
march 9-16 weekly
part two: character

Character name: Mia
Age: 17
Species: Human
Personality traits (218 words): Mia is very extroverted and likes being in groups. She believes that if she is kind to everyone, everyone will be kind to her, and clings firmly to this belief to the point of ignoring when others aren’t being kind to her even when she is being kind to them. She tends to think more in the long term than the short term, so she believes that even if someone is being mean to her they will eventually change to be kinder. Mia refuses to leave her comfort zone or cause “important” changes even if it means that she has less knowledge, skills, and/or opportunities and often seems hypocritical in her belief that people will change while she refuses to. If she disagrees with someone, she often keeps it quiet with the worry that disagreeing will hurt their feelings. Mia would gladly tell a lie or keep someone from the truth if it means that the majority of people will be happy, and often tries to please everyone around her as a way of being kind to them. When someone around Mia feels down, she often tries to help them feel better in any way she can. Mia is very loyal to friends that share her beliefs, and will do them favors whenever she has the opportunity.
Wants, hopes, and strengths (200 words): More than anything else, Mia wants everyone around her to feel happy and be kind to everyone around them. To achieve this goal, she tries to set a good example for everyone else even though other people don’t often listen or follow her example. She also wants her life to stay similar to what it was before and prefers to not change too much or move in a direction where she doesn’t know what is up ahead. She hopes that she can make the world a better place and have a positive impact on the people around her. After having years of practice, Mia is good at cheering people up and supporting other people. She is also able to brainstorming ideas relating to a varying amount of different topics, no matter how silly or impractical the topics may seem to be, has a well-honed sense of design, and can efficiently complete tasks that are in her comfort zone or involve skills she can already do without too much difficulty, even though her comfort zone often takes months to expand even just a little bit. She is naturally stubborn, so she keeps to her promises and doesn’t go back on them.
Fears and dislikes (107 words): Mia dislikes people who do not have a viewpoint similar to hers or are pessimistic in their nature. While she would ordinarily like to avoid people like that, she hopes to change them to be kinder and with a different point of view as they look at life. She also dislikes people who try to convince or force her to change something in her life that she is used to, and is afraid of herself being forced to change herself, her surroundings, or her point of view. Mia also fears being forgotten and being unable to make a large enough change to the world to be remembered.

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part one:
1,856 words
Mysterious Orb:
(the first part to this)
One sunny and breezy day Lacy was walking through the park searching for her brother, who was older than her by one year and nine months. He was somewhere hiding from her, behind a tree or a bush was what she expected him to be hiding behind. There was not much around the park that wasn't a bush or a tree except for the people scattered across the park and the white benches that were dotted along the path, but they were in plain sight. They planned to play hide and seek together, though he ran away quickly and told her to count to sixty seconds before she could even call being a hider, leaving her with the unwanted task of having to be seeker. She liked hiding much better, and wasn't too good at seeking anyways. It was a slightly unlucky day for her today, because of the fact that her brother, Axel, was wearing a green shirt and brown pants. He happened to be wearing the exact color combo to blend right in among the park's leafy trees, branches and dirt ground with grass. Lacy sighed and shook her head. She felt exasperated already, and she assumed it had been only around four minutes since her brother had dashed off into the trees of the forest. She was becoming partly paranoid that she had already passed him or a tree that he was possibly hiding behind. Suddenly, her eyes widened. Seemingly out of nowhere, a golden ball of light had appeared seven feet ahead of her, floating one foot and a couple inches above the path ahead of her. It emitted a warm golden light that glowed with an aura of good. After looking at it for a quick second, her eyes widened even more. Magic? That floating would have to be done with some sort of magnet trick, she thought .. But no, it was on plain path. In the middle of this so called normal park. Suddenly she started backing away. She had to find her brother, that was all that she knew and all that would come into her mind. She broke into a jog, then a run, then it all turned into complete confusion. Where was she? Who was she? Why was the ground spinning around her and why was there a tree here, and why did she start climbing it ..

Lacy woke up what seemed like the next moment, but in reality was in two hours and twenty-one minutes, in white hospital bed. She blanked on why she was there and possibilities sprang into her head before memory flooded into her mind. She suddenly remembered everything up to grabbing the branches of a tree and pulling herself up, but after that she couldn't recall any further. She saw her brother Axel walk into the room with sunken shoulders and his eyes on the ground but when he saw her awake he darted over to the left side of the bed she was in.
“Are you okay? Lacy, what happened! I found you in the branches of a tree, and you were passed out! I called mom and she called for an ambulance. Dad came, too. We've been worried crazy about you! Don't you remember something? Anything of what happened?” His eyes looked to her for an answer.
She tried to imagine the ambulance being called and all of that happening, and then looked up to his eyes and realized he had asked her a question. She tried putting it into words.
“Axel. You gotta understand me here, okay? I didn't imagine it, and there was a glowing orb in the path I was walking when I was looking for you. I started jogging, then running and tried to find you as quickly as I could but then everything started spinning and wouldn't stop-” She had to stop at that, the memory of her dizziness making her swallow before she could continue. “Axel, I was so dizzy and everything was so blurred and it was like I was watching what was happening, not doing it .. I saw my arms climb up the trees and then I must have blacked out, because the next second I was lying her in this bed.”
“Lacy, this isn't a time for jokes. We were all seriously worried for you..”
“No! Axel, it isn't a joke. I know I do sound crazy, but it's not a joke, I promise.. You have to believe me Axel. Please?” She glanced at him, wondering if she was indeed crazy and if he thought so too.
“Mom and dad aren't gonna believe this..” Axel looked at the ground and started pacing, and then looked back to his sister.
“Lacy, I believe you, but this is crazy .. You're not lying though, I know that.” He made a decision in his head.
“Look, I need to tell you something and we need to go somewhere. Quick, too. Get ready.” He walked toward the door.
Lacy got up and her head was a bit dizzy, but she grabbed the wall and her vision returned to normal she found her shoes on the ground and laced them up quickly. She sprang to her feet and walked to the door, eager to ask Axel questions.
“Where are we going? What are you going to tell me?”
Axel started speed walking down the hall and spoke quickly,
“I'll tell you when we're there. Not safe to speak about her.” His eyes glanced across the room, ensuring that no one heard them.
He seemed to increase his pace, just by a bit after that. As soon as he and his sister were out of the hospital, he started talking.
“Okay, so yesterday while I was washing my hands in the school bathroom, a golden orb appeared in the bathroom, floating a foot off of the ground. It was crazy, and then someone walked out of the stall and it disappeared, just as soon as it had appeared. I was so confused but the other kid looked at me weirdly so I went back to washing my hands. It was so weird ..”
“Thats the same thing that happened to me! Only you probably didn't faint because the other kid saw it,” Lacy said biting her lip.
Suddenly both of their sight was blurred with a slight purple-ish blue-ish tint. An orb of that same purple-ish blue-ish shade showed up and seemed to sound a warning. “All summoned must report to garden.” It said in a voice that sounded like it was speaking a prophecy that was to be fulfilled.
“What-” Lacy started.
“Huh-” Axol started.
They both were tossed through the void of teleporting, as streaks of blue and purple and lighter hues passed by them at an incredibly fast pace, confusion and shock and worry all streaked through their mind as well. They were hurled through it and flung out in a garden, consciousness thudding back into their bodies as they realized they teleported. Or rather, had been teleported. They were now atop a roof top of what looked like a rather tall building, but somehow they could not calculate how far up it was. Around the rooftop were rows of plants and they were in a circular shaped clearing by the entrance to the elevator. Around them were other confused teenagers, ranging from 12 to 15. They all seemed to be looking around and just now noticing the other people around them. Lacy quickly spotted her brother across from her in the sort of circle she realized the teenagers were in, and she raced towards him. Or, she tried to. She collided with an invisible force field a foot away from her, and fell backwards. For up to a few seconds after she collided with the invisible force field, there was a blue-purple-ish color where she had collided with it. It outlined a dome shaped force field and it bounced against the force of Lacy.
“La-!” Axel started forward at seeing his sister fall to the ground, and he suddenly hung in the air, suspended by something with a purple aura around him. He stayed there, nothing moving but his feet, which were searching for ground. His eyes hung open and his mouth too. “Don't say the NAME!” A deep and scary voice spoke from the air. It was different from the voice that had spoken earlier in the split-second before they were teleported, though, and it seemed to speak from another being and in another way. “LET THIS BE A WARNING TO ALL!” The voice announced, and dropped Axol. He landed with one knee on the ground in a pose sort of alike to what a superhero would have. “Power found,” said a light voice in the left back corner of his mind. He gulped and stood up; all the teenagers were looking at him. One girl, the youngest, took a step forward to the person to the right of her, and suddenly her and the older girl on her right changed places, their feet just two hairs above the ground and gliding along the floor without moving, or their legs walking. While they glided into each other's spots, their bodies seemed to freeze and then upaused once again when they were in each other's spots and their feet were on the ground again. The younger girl's eyes widened and she spoke, confused and scared.
“What just-” Her mouth dropped the words and her facial expression stood still.
“Where are we?” A boy around 14 asked, looking around the circle. He stood next to Lacy, who was still on the ground.
“I hope she's gonna be-” He started saying sadly, about to say how he hoped she was going to be okay, but then she sprang up into a seated position. He slightly jumped and his jaw gaped open. He offered her a hand and Lacy got up.
“What .. happened?” She asked. Her eyes fell on her brother and he shrugged.
“Uhh, you hit like an invisible wall and feinted.” The boy informed her, glancing at her sideways.
“How did we all get here?” An intelligent looking girl asked.
“Teleported.” Most of them said in unison.
“Did you guys see a golden orb too?” Even more of them said, some of them rewording or rephrasing it.
Lacy now had some more time to look around and take in her surroundings, and write down facts in her brain. There were 15 kids there and she was around the middle of the age range of kids around her, being thirteen years and six months old. Her brother was around one of the oldest kids, being 15 and three months old.
Someone started telling everyone the story of what had happened and where they had been right before they were teleported.
Then another kid told their story, and both of the stories told by the two teenagers were very similar except for their locations and what they had been doing at the time. It indeed did seem to be around the same distance of time from when the time they had encountered the golden sphere of light was.

part two:
534 words
Flick of her finger:
Annalisa walked through the school hallway with a smirk across her face. Students dotted both walls, which were covered in blue lockers. There was popular girls, gossiping and leaned on their lockers while complaining about their lives. Popping and blowing bubblegum bubbles and chewing candies that were definitely not approved of by the school's rules. The nerds, debating about math problems, with their books already in hand and lockers closed to waste no time. The class clowns, all gathered in their usual uneven circle to share their jokes and laugh their stomaches out. All the kids at this school. All the kids she hated. She wasn't even in this school; she was in the school that was actually rivaled against this school in almost anything; sports, cheer, swim and logos. This school was the snake and theirs' was the bird. She took joy in the fact that birds eat snakes. She blended right in; well, not really. But all of the kids here were too busy to even look up or around and notice she was out of place. She walked through here without a single problem in sight, and no one even putting effort into stopping her from worsening everyones' days. Every here and there she sent out a bit of magic with the flick of her finger, the dart of her eye, or the point of her food. The popular girls kept on chatting like nothing was going on and didn't even take a look at her. Their tests seemed to rewrite themselves in their folder from A or B awarding work to C or D-. The nerds' lockers messed themselves up in their closed state, which would drive their perfectionist selves crazy when they opened their locker later that day. The jokesters started saying unfunny jokes suddenly, and all of them looked like they were surprised that what they had said had rolled of their tongues. Annalisa's smirk on her face just grew and she pressed the volume button on her earbuds to turn the music up. She kept walking and then rounded a corner, and tossed a white sparkly phone into the trash can, that she may or may not have spawned into her hand from one of the popular girl's bags.

She walked down the street and thought about how her level of magic was now increasing, and how that was simply a warm up. She walked down the street, slightly pointing a finger at a lady hurrying to work and the blue pen in her pocket exploded, making a stain of ink on her new grey work coat. She exclaimed in anger, and kept on walking. Annalisa then made a guy on a jog trip on a moldy banana peel that wasn't there a second ago. She silently laughed at that one; it was something classic out of the cartoons, she thought. She kept on going, and her smile just increased even more as she saw the principal of her rival school walking by angrily. She made her trip in her new white shirt and black skirt face first on the sidewalk. She laughed and started skipping, skipping away into definite madness. She kept on skipping, and skipping.

part three:
207 words:
Mushroom guys:
Dan was reading a book when he thought his eyes must have drifted off to a nap and he was dreaming, because a small mushroom creature was walking on his book. It smiled and waved at him. He blinked, and realized he was awake. He would have screamed and dropped the book and ran away if he didn't think that would crush the little guy. “Hi-” He said, his eyes wide open, as wide as he could make them open. “What in the..” He muttered, shaking his head slightly as he studied the unique creature. It looked like a mushroom, red with white spots, and a white stem, but the white stem had legs and arms and a cute little face. Dan titled his face and he almost wanted to say “aw”. It actually was quite cute, now that he was looking at it, and he was sort of ashamed when he recalled the thoughts he had earlier about dropping the mushroom person and his book that it was on. He wasn't sure what its' species was called. The next second, the mushroom creature was writing something on Dan's palm in an incredibly small white crayon - or chalk. Dan squinted and read it: It said “hello creature”.

weekly part 2 (507 words) -

Name: Nikki
Age: 1 year
Species: Cat
Personality and Traits: Nikkie, being a cat, is incredibly lazy, preferring to lounge around all day instead of exploring. She spends around half of her day sleeping, and the other half eating and laying down. However, there are a couple of things that excite her, including her favorite humans and eating really good food. Also, sometimes she feels the urge to walk outside and see the world — but that strikes rarely and never for too long. One time she did do it, and very nearly got greviously injured, but this did not teach her any real lesson. She does not go out because of laziness, not because of fear. Nikkie is quite fearless, but only because she has not encountered anything truly scary yet — she has been quite sheltered by her humans.
Nikkie appreciates all the things that her humans do for her, including making her a little climbing tower. She feels that since they do so much for her, she must be someone incredibly important to them — perhaps they believe that she created them? She is not sure, but due to her laziness she does not particularly care to find out. Besides, it’s fun for her to think that she’s a goddess.
Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Nikkie’s wants are pretty simple — to eat, sleep, and continue living her uneventful life. However, this is mostly because it is the only thing she has known. In truth, she would enjoy the thrill of a hunt and would find excitement in a chase; however, since she has never experienced these things, she does not know yet. (It is like living your entire life in black and white — then one day suddenly discovering that vibrant colors exist). Once she experiences those things, there is no going back for her.
Nikkie doesn’t hope for anything. Having gotten used to her monotonous existence, she does not comprehend the idea of change — believing that this is how things always were and always have been. Because of this, she can’t wish for anything — for to wish would mean wanting change, and Nikkie knows not of change.
Nikkie does not have many strengths; her lack of physical exercise and sedentary lifestyle have left her mostly weak in terms of muscle. However, because she is so used to her current life, and because she likes the reliability and predictability of it all, she is willing to go to great lengths to fight for it — or for anything she loves, for that matter.
Dislikes and Fears: Nikkie dislikes having to move just for someone else (which is very selfish and self-centered). She also dislikes someone interrupting her way of doing things, even though they might be better — feeling that that disrupts her creativity and her way of living. She fears water, like many cats, as well as the idea that she isn’t the most important organism in the entire world. She fears and mistrusts large dogs, although she thinks that small dogs are kind of pathetic. She is also afraid of children, finding them spontaneous and unpredictable. Although she does not know it yet, she fears change.

Cabin Wars Writing:

(Extra challenge, write in second person)

You look around in this forest. A normal forest, filled with many green-leafed trees. But, you notice that the animals that live here aren't like any forest animals, they're dark, mischievous creatures. You suddenly end up on the ground, and you look up on top of you, seeing this little grey tabby cat. It crawls off of you and shape shifts into a human. “Oops, very sorry about that!” she says to you. “I was just getting you away from that monster there!” she continues, pointing at one of the weird creatures. She suddenly squirms away, becoming a grey little tabby cat again, trying to stop the monster.
A few minutes later, she finishes, and you watch her in awe. You've never had powers, and you've never known they existed. Suddenly, you're taken away from your thoughts when the girl starts talking.
“Anyways, forgot to introduce myself, I'm Lily, and as you could probably tell, I'm a shape-shifter! So, who are you, and what are your powers?” You tell her your name, but you freeze up with answering the second question. “So, what's your power?” she repeats.
“P-p-power?” You end up spitting out. “Uh…” Lily looks at you, curious.
“No powers?” she says, shocked. You nod. She stands, speechless. “How did you get here then?” she asked you. Well, how did you get here? Well, interesting story…
“You started off in your school yard, playing with your friends. You were just playing truth or dare, and your friends dare you to go deep into the forest at the back of the school yard. You of course accept, being a bit of a dare devil, but as a bit of a nature lover, you get carried away with walking in the forest that you are suddenly lost. Somehow, you have reached where you are now.
As this was quite embarrassing, you tell a little lie, saying you lived near here, and was told to look for a specific fruit that apparently grows here. Lily looks at you suspiciously. But she suddenly shouts, ”Ok!“ That catches you by surprise and you nearly fall from the surprise. She suddenly starts going on about the monsters, where she lives in the forest, and about this school for children with powers. You just nod your head, not wanting to seem dumb, even though you have no idea what this little girl is blabbering to you about.
Suddenly, you reach this small house made of natural materials, and almost seems like some kind of elf would live in. Lily knocks on the door, and a girl, a bit bigger than Lily, opens the door. The girl has beautiful, wavy hair that reaches down to her shoulders, and ocean blue eyes.
”Oh, who is this, Lily?“ she asks, looking at you and back to Lily. Lily looks at her guiltily, twisting her foot on the dirt ground.
”Umm… this is someone who I found in the middle of the forest, they were all alone. They said they had no powers and claimed they were from somewhere near here." Lily says. Rose nods her head. She lets both you and Lily in, and the two girls taking a seat, motioning you to sit in a chair, near a little fire. It sure is nice to be accepted into a home already.

(So, too lazy and tired to continue, so I'm gonna stop there for now +553 words!)

part 4 (150 words):

Your main character’s doing something without paying attention — walking with their head down, or reading a book, or something like that. After a while, they look up, confused by the sudden and complete silence — and notice that everyone around them is frozen in place. They are completely still. They don’t seem to be breathing, and their hearts aren’t beating, but your character can tell that they are not dead. Your character rushes to check and see if their favorite / most important person is okay. When your main character sees that that person is moving (their mouth is opening and closing, and their chest is moving as they breathe), they relax — until they heard what the person is saying: “Save me. Save me. Save me.” over and over and over again. Scared and confused, your character must figure out what’s happening to everyone, and why they’re the only one not afflicted.