Lynn wandered around the mountain, a rope in hand. It had been two weeks since they'd gotten stuck in this place, ever since the helicopter had taken off with nearly everyone but them. The only people left now were few, and scattered. Thankfully, with no way down the mountain other than to wing it and do it without their collective leaders, Lynn and the rest of the remaining people all decided one thing: to share the resources they'd all had before the helicopter took off.

Lynn hummed. In truth, it wasn't all bad. The mountain, dangerous as it was, had plenty of resources and things to spare. Wood, animals, you name it. And it was rather fun, prancing around in looking at all the cool plants and animals Lynn hadn't even known existed. They were all so fascinating! They could spend days just watching a purplish red beetle-ant the size of their hand collect fallen leaves and bury itself in it.

They had, of course, found a few skeletons lying around, but that wasn't really a big deal. Not to Lynn, anyway. Skeletons weren't scary. And this was a pretty deadly mountain.

“Lynn!” someone called. Willie, if they were remembering right. They got up, carefully adjusting the tied-up firewood in their arms.
“Yeah?” Lynn shouted back, walking quickly back to their sister and the shared campsite.
Willie waved them over, holding some matches. “You're done getting the wood, right?” she asked, shivering slightly in the evening breeze. She eyed the ring of trees around camp warily.

Lynn nodded.
“Here,” they said, quickly untying the rope around the large bundle of sticks and dumping it in the empty campfire. They grinned, satisfied with their work.
Willie nodded. “Thanks,” she said, kneeling down to strike a match. One try, two tries, then three. Finally, it lit, and as she fed the match to the firewood, the campfire burst into life. She turned back to face them. “Do you know where the others are?” she asked, throwing some dry leaves and plant parts into the flames.

“Nope,” Lynn shook their head, poking at the fire with a stick. She groaned.
"Why does everyone insist on going against their assigned jobs?“
Lynn laughed. ”I don't,“ they retorted, giving her a playful elbow.
Willie rolled her eyes. ”But everyone else still does,“ She stood up to check on the pans they'd hung up yesterday to dry. They were a little scratched now, and there weren't even that many options of what to eat, since the last bits of pre-packed food had been eaten a while ago, but things worked.

Grabbing a dry pan and a pot, Willie strode back to the campfire, setting the pot just a safe distance beside it. Lynn raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. Setting the pan down as well, Willie fell into silence, only partly listening to Lynn's excited ramble about what he'd found while out looking for firewood today. Eventually, they too grew quiet, and together, they waited for the others to come back, a comfortable span of silence spreading between them.

Then, after what seemed like an hour but was most likely only half, Willie made a small sound, not unlike a melancholy sigh.
”Willie?“ Lynn crawled closer, curious but comforting. They bit their lip when she didn't deem to make a sound. Comforting people wasn't exactly their one of their best skills. ”Willie?“
She raised her head, looking at her sibling tiredly. Lynn had never been the type to worry too much about things, she knew. That was good, in a way. And also bad, in another. They didn't deserve to have their optimism ruined, but… she could trust them, right? Lynn was her sibling. It's not as if it would completely destroy their view of the world or anything.

Plus, they weren't very good at handling stuff like this. But Lynn deserved to know, at least before all her worried broiled up and burst and potentially caused an argument in front of everyone else. A private time like this between her and them?

The perfect window of opportunity, Willie decided.

”Lynn,“ she forced out, sounding so, so small and vulnerable that Lynn's mind could barely comprehend it. Willie had always been the strong, reliable one. ”Are we ever going to get off here?“
They paused, glancing around. The others still hadn't arrived. Gotten lost somewhere, no doubt. ”I-,“ started Lynn haltingly, cogs turning as they tried to figure out what to say. ”We will. I'm sure we will,“ they flashed what was hopefully their most encouraging smile.

”What if we don't?“ asked Willie, fingering her dreadlocks. Lynn's mind sputtered to a halt. ”What if we don't get off here? None of us know the proper way down, and they took the maps when they got on the helicopter,“
”If we don't-“ Lynn tried. ”If we don't, well, it's not so bad here, right? We'd still be able to survive,“
Wrong thing to say.
”Yeah,“ muttered Willie, curling in on herself slightly.

”But!“ said Lynn, a little too loudly. ”We'll get off of here! There's no way we wouldn't!“ they grinned, moving so they could look Willie in the eyes. ”Don't worry, Willie,“
She looked away. ”Okay,“ she said, seemingly shrugging it off. Willie got up to search the treeline. Still no sign of the others, but hopefully they'd all see the light of the fire and head towards it. Getting lost as well while searching for them wouldn't be a good idea, the both of them knew. There were things out there. Things that could dispose of them very, very easily.

The skeletons had to come from somewhere, after.

Willie sighed, walking back to Lynn, slightly guilty. She sat down and huddled up next to them as the fire crackled and fizzled and spit. Lynn held their breath in worry, but relaxed the moment their sister whispered something to them.
”Sorry for getting all emotional,“ she laughed slightly. ”I know you're not really god at this kind of thing,“
Lynn grinned. ”It's fine. I'm sorry too,“
She shot him a smug look. ”I know,“ she said, then looked back out at the trees.

”I hope the others are okay," said Willie. Lynn hummed in agreement.

SWC weekly Part 2

Malcolm Pobble
Age: 16
Species: Human

Personality and Traits:
Malcolm is a complete and total nerd. You say one word that has anything to do with something nerdy, even the slightest bit, you’re probably going to get told about it. That is if he’s talking to you at all. Malcolm isn’t a very social person, but he will talk to you if you are talking to him. And once you’ve had a conversation with him you’re going to get talked to a lot most likely. Malcolm can work with others, he just doesn’t like to socialize. Malcolm likes to be independent in everything he does because he’s learned that he is the only one he can trust to get a job done right from the experience of others letting him down. Malcolm tries to only focus on what is right in front of him and not what is going to come in the future to make sure he does the best he can on the job or problem at hand instead of being distracted about future problems. He’s usually a very cheerful person, it takes a lot to get him to feel down but when he does you can tell because his whole body language changes a whole ton.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths:
What Malcolm really wants the most, but he just doesn’t know it yet, is a good best friend. Most people he meets don’t fit his unwritten list of requirements for a good friend, so he doesn’t make a lot of them. When he does, that friend usually sticks around because he knows how to pick good friends. Malcolm also homes that an adventure comes his way, any kind of one, whether it is an alien invasion or a field trip to Italy where he gets lots for a day or two, or an extra strange person to meet, Malcolm wants to have an adventure every day and for his life to be exciting all the time. Malcolm is very good at anything that has to do with brainpower, he very smart. He is especially good at math, he can figure out a complex Algebra equation in his head with no problems as long as it’s not too loud in the room. Put him in an escape room and he will make it out on his own, though it might take him a while because he might just do all the puzzles in the room even if he doesn’t need to.

Dislikes and Fears:
Malcolm extremely dislikes bullies and people who are just plain rude. Just be kind, no matter what reasons you have or what’s going on you should be nice to everyone you talk to is his policy and he likes to stick to it. Malcolm also dislikes vegetables and most music except a few pop songs. Malcolm is /extremely/ afraid of heights, bears, lions, guns, and basically anything that could kill him. Getting attacked by an ally cat or a dog sure, he could handle that by just hightailing it out of there but anything bigger than that then he stays as far away from it as possible. He’s also a little afraid of his mom sometimes because let's face it moms can be a little bit scary.

Cabin wars!
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You clamber over the rocky outcrops that somewhat resemble a pathway, lined with purple-petaled trees on the top-side and steep cliffs below. The air smells of lavender and sage, sickly sweet with a tinge of smoke from the festival above. Melodies float down to you reminding you of all the festivals you attended as a child, that suddenly stopped when your sister disappeared, and your mother retreated into a world of grief. Now, all the festivals remind you of is hurt. Above, the first pinpricks of stars are appearing in the blushed sky as you descend the mountains slopes, carefully making your way down sheer mountainside. The simple tunic provided to all in the village was not ideal for this sort of journey, but clothes of any other sort were a rarity, so it had to do. You run your hands through a small stream flowing alongside you, the pink water soothing and cooling your sore hands. You’ve heard that on the planet where your ancestors came from, the water ran blue, something to do with their blue sky. You had heard other things about that planet too, the huge civilisations, buildings touching the sky and the technology that was harnessed to bring your ancestors here. But the knowledge had all been lost when they arrived. There were no grand machines, houses were little more than huts warmed by fires in the winter and villages were sparse, occasionally a traveller would visit to inform of their village’s status but otherwise, they may as well not exist. You remember something your mother had told you when you were little; how about ten years after the arrival on the planet, a collective lapse of memory occurred, nicknamed the forget among the local people. Unexplainable, as far as your limited knowledge of the subject goes. Your mother also told you about the dark days that followed, the chaos and destruction that ensued. People confused, lost and angry at their lack of knowledge prowled the streets for their next target, nowhere was safe, not even your home, because where was your home? You would forget that too. You frown, wondering what it would be like if none of that ever happened. Would there be great civilisations and wonderous technology? Would your sister have disappeared from the village and your mother from the real world? You shake your head, it was no use wondering what things might have been, the forget happened and you had no power to change it. You feel something land on your shoulder, it’s the purple petals from the tree which’s name had long since been forgotten. They say it hasn’t flowered for at least two hundred years- before that, no-one knows. You’ve noticed these trees are everywhere around the village, growing especially prolifically in the old ruins from the people before, as if trying to cover them away from the prying eyes of children, to make you forget. And now, they flower, after so many years as desolate trees with a handful of leaves, splintering the horizon with uneven branches. Now, the blooms unfurl, a gentle purple softening the twisted trees. They flutter from the tree, catching the wind on lilac wings, floating around you. You look up suddenly from the stream, to find a purple haze enveloping the horizon, air sweet with the smell of flowers. The petals of the trees, once light, have turned a dark magenta and have fallen to the ground in a delicate carpet of flowers. You sit quietly by the edge of the stream, its waters now crystal-clear and wonder what you will remember

cabin war
You enter a flat where one of your classmates invited you. The flat is three-bedroomed, and it's very messy. The girl welcomes you to go to the nearest room. She is wearing a pink hoodie and pants. The girl's room is the messiest one. There is a lot of clothes on the old-fashioned bed. There's also a table, many books and sheets of paper on it. “How can you live in such a mess?” - you ask the girl. “I don't have time to tidy it up.” - she answers.
You sit on the bed and look at her photos together. The girl's name is Katty, she is your only friend in your school. “Do you like writing stories?” - you ask Katty. - “I am in a special writing camp.” “No, but I like playing computer games.” - she answers.
“Would you like some tea with biscuits?” - Katty asks you. You are very hungry, but your answer is “no”, just to be polite. “Then let's play genshin.” - she offers you. “Oh, I forgot! My training starts in ten minutes!” - you suddenly realize.
You say goodbye to Katty and go out of her flat. You're in a hurry, but you notice that the door is dirty, too.

March 10th (Weekly)
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Part 2: Character 656 words

Part 3: Setting 402 words

Part 4: Premise 177 words

Part 5: Complete Story

Character from Starry
Setting from Lemon
Premise from Avali

“Olive, can you please help me buy some eggs and vegetables? I'm trying to cook some dinner but I ran out of eggs and vegetables.” Olive sighed, because she was about to read her favorite fantasy storybooks. “Alright mom, I'll be going out to buy them for you.” Olive quickly grabbed her wallet and went out to the market to buy some ingredients for her mother. “Wait, Olive! Can you help me get mail on the way when you get back? I have something urgent to do.” Olive's dad quickly came out of his working room, trying to find some documents. “Okay, dad. I'll get them for you on my way back.” Olive rushed out of the house to do her parent's errands.

Olive moaned as she carried two bags which contains eggs and vegetables inside each. “I'm so tired just carrying these, it's so heavy. I better get to the post office, why is it so far away…” After what seem like 15 minutes, she arrived at the post office. “Let's see here, where is my dad's… wait! What's that?” As Olive was searching for her dad's mail, she saw a weirdly disfigured symbol which resembles a star on the mailbox. Olive didn't feel good, but she started thinking, “Maybe it was someone vandalizing the mailbox? I wish people can change their bad habits.” Olive sighed at the inconsiderate people as she started going home. “Mum, dad, I'm back. And I did both of your errands.” Olive quickly hand over her parents their stuff and sat on the sofa, exhausted. “I'll watch a movie, maybe something interesting may come out to me.” Olive grabbed the TV remote control and switch on the TV. Her parents were watching the news last night so the news came up to her, but before Olive switch channels, she saw the reporter talking about the strange symbol she saw on the mailbox on a distant planet. “Hold on a second, why would a symbol appear on the planet? And it's the one I saw earlier today too…” Olive knew the symbol means harm, but she is having a tough choice to choose whether to ignore it or investigate. “Why am I so bad at making choices?” Olive started blaming herself, but she knew she has to do it.

“Dad, you're an astronaut, so you probably know about the strange symbol?” Olive asked her dad after he was done with his work. “Yes, unfortunately, I have been very busy recently because of that, who knows what type of danger it'll bring us.” he continued, “I've been sent to the planet along with somebody smart and creative, and I know who to choose.” Olive knew it was going to be her, since the other day her father probably heard her talking about whether she should investigate the symbol. “We have to start packing, the planet is very far away.” Olive asked her dad when they are on their way to the international space station, “Dad, what's the name of this planet?” Her father started to pout, “It's complicated since it looks like another version of Earth. But it's mainly consist of hot springs.” Without realizing, they have arrived at the ISS.

“Greetings, John. We've received more information about the planet. Apparently, there's a mad, evil scientist's hideout to take over the entire universe, which put the symbol on every planet to show that the planet is under his territory.” A worker of the ISS had said as Olive and her father arrived. “Thank you, but we need some rest first, me and my daughter are very tired.” Olive sat on a bed, looking at her father, she asked a question that sat in her head for a long time, “Dad, what do I have to do in the mission?” Her father looked up to her from packing his bag, then he smiled and said, “Good question, your role is major, actually. You see, the entrance to the tunnel is very small so only you can fit into it. When you do that, go into the biggest hot spring of the planet and dive inside there. Once you done it, you must solve a very difficult task to open up the planet.” Olive nodded, letting her father continue what she must do, “Once that's done, you still have to continue your mission. Many buttons will appear to you and you must use your creativity to press the right button to make a banger music.” Olive's eyes widened, as she only know how to make amazing songs with her flute, not with some buttons! “I understand these may be challenging, but you must do it for the sake of the universe!” Olive took deep breaths, she was extremely nervous, but thinking all her friends and family getting captured as slaves, she could not let that happen. “I'm up for the challenge.” Her dad smiled, “Great! Have a good night rest, for tomorrow, we will be starting the mission.” That was the last thing Olive heard before she fell asleep. The next morning, Olive woke up having butterflies in her stomach. Today is the big day, the day where she must save the universe. “Well, are we ready?” Olive's father put on his astronaut suit, Olive swallow hard as she put on her helmet, “I guess…” Her father pat her on the shoulder, “Look, I understand you're nervous, but take a deep breath, then everything will be okay.” Olive took a deep breath, and felt more relaxed. “Come on, let's go. We're wasting time for humanity.” Olive and her dad made it right on time to the spaceship. “Launching in 3, 2, 1. Blast off!!” Olive can hear people yelling from the Earth and the ISS, “Good luck saving us!!” Olive smiled, for she is going to do something that will etch her into history.

“We've arrived…” Olive thought in her head as she saw the beautiful and mesmerizing planet, for a moment she thought her mission was going to be easy. “Don't be fooled by it's looks, inside the planet is full of burning fire.” her father spoke to her ear, Olive nodded, she knew this planet is dangerous inside, she needs to be cautious. “Astronaut 4259, are you ready?” Olive took a deep breath and said, “Yes I am!!” The driver then said, “In the count of 3, you'll launch yourself on the planet. 1, 2, 3!!” Olive jumped on the planet, and slipped through the hole in the transparent wall protecting the planet. As soon as she got in, Olive landed in the hot spring and saw next to it was some sort of resort. “What dad said was true, this really looks like Earth.” Olive muttered in her breath as she dived in the hot spring, a sound wave swooped her up on the surface, booming, “Welcome, unwanted visitor. For you must survive me, by swimming away from the lava from the volcano.” Wait, SWIM?? VOLCANO?? These thoughts suddenly appear in Olive's head, she isn't really good at swimming, in fact, not good at any type of sport at all! Soon, the volcano started erupting, and Olive still doesn't know how to swim. She paddled slowly away from the lava but they seem to be coming faster than her, but at the moment Olive thought she would be burned, she remembered just last week her teacher taught her that when lava comes in contact with water, it will solidify and become igneous rock. Olive turned around and saw the lava had all turned into rocks, like her teacher said. Olive sighed in relief, as she completed the first task and the wall slowly started to open, but not big enough for everyone to enter.

The voice came back again, “Well done, young lady. But you're not done with your task.” Olive heard from the spaceship that everyone was congratulating her, even the strange voice. “Now you must compose a music that I like.” Buttons appeared on the side of the hot spring, Olive waddled towards it and started pressing on the buttons, then she realized something, the buttons play a specific tune whenever she press one, just like the flute whenever she covers a hole. Her dad was right, Olive can solve this! Quickly using her musical skills, Olive managed to make a music of her own. “Nice beats you have there! It's amazingly funky! Your music deserves to be known all over the world!” “Great job, Olive! Your music has made the wall open! And what's more surprising is actually we've been broadcasting live all over the world of your mission.” Olive was shocked, “What??” The crew continued, “You see, we didn't tell you because your father said you're very shy. So we decided to secretly broadcast you!” Olive was frustrated and glad at the same time, now she is known all over the world not only about her mission, but her talents as well. The spaceship members started landing in the hot springs and her father patted her on the head when he landed, “I'm so proud of you.” Olive smiled, but their mission was not over yet.

“No, no! My plan for overtaking the universe is failing!!” A voice rang out had silenced everyone, it was the mad scientist, the one who wanted to take over the universe. “I don't think so!” John, Olive's father, launched a blow on the scientist and as expected, the scientist isn't good at combat, and was easily defeated. The universal police came and arrested the scientist and the universe is saved. “Dad, you did it!!” Olive cheered for her father but instead, the father congratulated her, “No, it's because of you. If you're not in the mission, then we couldn't enter this planet to stop the scientist. You're the one who saved the universe!” Everyone all around the world started praising Olive, and she was happy that she had saved everyone.

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Recca's (27coding_crazy) SWC Writing Thread

Hi! I'm Recca, and I'm from Dystopian! My hobbies include reading far too much for my own good.
I was pretty busy at the beginning of this month so this is pretty empty right now lol.
The thread's still a bit of a WIP!

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CABIN WAR RANT OF ALMOST FOUR THOUSAND WORDS TO COMPLETE A CABIN WAR ALMOST BY MYSELF DD

AAND NOW…

Where I, waterfall, attempt to write up to four thousand words in a rant about random things so that we don't get destroyed in cabin wars, and act like it is kind of a game show! Don't worry, it should probably be filled with writing, more writing, everything SWC, mangoes, basically being enemies with poetry, and more guaranteed! Plus infinite run-on sentances! (grins) This is sure to be amazing!

First up - a word war with myself! I shall be writing for 3 minutes once, and then 3 minutes again to see which time I type is the fastest and has the biggest words per minute! Here we go: three, two, one, go!

Waterfall one:

Alright, here I am! In this topic and mini ted talk, I shall be discussing the importance of mangoes! Yes, we love these delicious fruits. Actually, scratch that, I shall be talking about different ways to have your delicious mangoes, because we already know that manoges are wonderful! I have a feeling this won't be a hard topic to write on. First up, good old plain peel the mango, chop the mango (or maybe not!) and eat it. A tasty snack, quick and easy! I think this is the simple old favorite. Second, mango smoothie! Barely any more time to prepare! You put some fresh mango in the blender with some juice and maybe some other tasty fruits, and blend it! Put it in a glass with some ice and you're good! This tastes great.

Waterfall two:

Since I had a bad start on that one, I shall be continuing my rant on ways to prepare mangoes. While they are literally delicious any way, you can have variety to have more mangoes each day! Now third, frozen mango. Yum, SUPER good. I absolutely adore this and honestly any other frozen fruit. Just plain heavanly! You take your normal cut up mango, stick it into a container, and pop that thing in to the freezer for a little bit! Afterwards it comes out even better. You can also put some of these cubes into your mango smoothie, but be careful not to break the blender if they're too hard. You can also use a food processer for this. On that note, you can also take your mango smoothie and freeze it! put it in the little ice cubes. These are different because they have whatever juice and/or yogurt base you put in, plus any other delicious fruits like possibly bruno berries that you added in. You can have these plain as the ice cubes, put them in another smoothie drink, or-

waterfall two won by a landslide, but I forgot about the timer so I actually don't know how much. time for a sarcastic yay! (yAy.) But since I love mangoes so much, I'm going to finish that topic because I literally can't stop - someone help me! (Actually don't, mangoes are heaven, but you can join me!) As I was saying, you can eat those as plain ice smoothie cubes, put them in another smoothie or drink, or put it into a food processer or maybe (possibly!) blender to make a frozen yogurt type mango thing. Tasty! But, I am not in any way responsible if your blender cannot take the mango cubes, just saying, I have warned you multiple times! Last way. MANGO ICE CREAM. YES. YUM. DELICIOUS. I also don't know how to make this, so literally just go to the nearest supermarket and/or ice cream shop and go buy yourself some! Sure to be exremely tasty - I did save the best for last. (wiggles eyebrows) Anyways, that's the end for this short segment! Please note that all of these were created by me, waterfall, although others may have had similar ideas, even though my mind made them for me. You CAN actually do these! I've actually done quite a few myself, except for the ones with the blender because I don't trust it as much as a food processer.

I have just realized this is now a podcast and I forgot that word while writing my intro. Please just, you know. I don't want to write a whole segment for this even though it would give me words… actually, on the other hand? Nah, I'm not actually going to do it. This is just to get more words. Oh no, it's turning into a segment now! It's getting so long! Ah! Help! Okay, I'm seriously done now. After I finish writing this. word.

Well that was a fun little add like thing/entertainment spiff! I wonder if I can keep this up to write a whole word war by myself :O EXCUSE ME, CABIN WAR. I LITERALLY KEEP DOING THAT. This is how I come up with new segments since this whole thing /is/ technically a rant. Ack, I really do have to get to the next section. That's now TWO mini little paragraph things that are almost new segments! This half rant half planned thing is getting slightly out of hand. I HAVE to stop writing! I HAVE to move on! But then at the same time, this does count as words… BUT NO. I mustn't. This isn't as exiting as writing about poetry being in first and us being mad. This has gone on too long and even writing this is procrastinating. So you know what? ON THE SUBJECT OF POETRY….

Next, we are going to talk about poetry, if you couldn't figure it out from my wierd two things above! :grin: this is /so/ fun /hj. So, poetry is in first place. And sci-fi, the best cabin that clearly is and deserves to win, is neutrals with them. But since they are kind of in the way of our current victory, (actually we're just procrastinating like cool people, we're not in fifth place and doing our best, and I mean this.) ANYHOW, they're in the way, kind of sort of maybe, so we have to war them during cabin wars, obviously. So since I am a genius and I come up with a good plan of giving them a bad multi-person war at a time when like, almost no one from their cabin is up at the time, I decide to follow through. BUT, a poetry member in a different timezone (lucky duck they didn't fall into my trap and now I'm mad and writing this,) ALSO stayed up to war us but they didn't actually need to stay up because timezone. So now I'm stuck writing this, but I think it is worth it, because they have a multi-person war and as far as I know, only one person is on it. HA, I am /such/ an evil genius. Anyways, I think we should declare official war on poetry because we're neutrals and attacked each other, and because of their current placings. We should become enemies!

And on that happy note, we have another section/segment/paragraph that I have made up on the spot as I was writing the last paragraph, no, not about run on sentances, close, but about a new Word of The Day that I am doing as far as I think, one day only - today! (Yes I just had a two line run on sentance I am cool but we should save this for another paragraph but I like procrastinating and writing run-on sentances like this one ) ANYWAYS, the Word of the day for today is… (DRUMROLL PLEASE)

ANYWAY(S)!

This is becaues I keep having to say this because I am constantly getting side tracked - and writing super big and long run on sentances that are fun. ANYWAYS- Oh, there, I used it! See? I also totally didn't set that up, heh-

Now, this is where I /would/ include a paragraph on long run on sentances and how I keep using them here for words, I feel like I've already mentioned it way, way, too many times in unrelated ways over literally the entire thing. (see, another run on sentance!) I could literally probably write a paragraph out of all the run on sentnace mentionings already alone. So instead, you get this kind of short that will probably turn into a long paragraph about, well, how I mentioned run on sentances earlier too much and wrote too many for words before and still now, including this sentance, so I'm writing this instead! (grin) Can we please take a moment to recognize the amount of run on sentances from earlier, and the amount of times they have been mentioned? And how I am still writing in ridiculously long sentances even after saying all of that and this and even after recognizing that I'm doing it? Haha, this is getting slightly too confusing - and very repetitive, but that part doesn't really matter. Also, I told you - I called it earlier in this paragraph - this has turned into a very long paragraph on I-am-not-going-to-repeat-it-one-more-time. So that is the end of that!

So at this point, I really do feel like I am the only one working on this war, and even though at least I'm allowed to do it by myself, it's going to take forever. Because this, up to HERE, is only one thousand five hundred and fifty one words! And I feel like I have written so much more than that. But simply /have/ to keep going, because, duh, scratch writing camp, and cabin wars, and sci-fi, and taking away eight hundred whole points! So like, no pressure on me, right?! RIGHT?! I think I'm going a bit insane here. I literally have this paragraph now for random things and for talking about how saying I have nothing to write about except writing about how I have nohing to write about, Seriously. But well, I guess, kind of sort of maybe on the bright side, now this truly is a rant? Kind of? Maybe? Yes I am very hopeful of that at this point. I seriously have no idea what to write about except for this. Let me go back to my wierd and really cringy intro that I made earlier. Is it cringy if you wrote it on purpose to make it cringy? 0.o Actually, I think yes, that was not the best question ever. NOW, back to the intro to review what I said I would talk about.

I just sighed very loudly. Because I ACTUALLY wrote everything in my introdction paragraph! Writing, more writing, SWC, Poetry, Mangoes, Run on sentances, and more, being this filler bad I don't know what to write and the word of the day thing that I came up with on the spot! Well, I do guess writing four thousand words in a rant might be just a little tiny bit ambitious, but surely not impossible, right? No. Simply not possible. Which is why I am now going to continue vialantly onwards. With nothing to write. Actually maybe I'll get some prompts or include the in cabin daily prompt. YES, GOOD IDEA WATERFALL!! I am wonderful B) I shall see how many words I have and then continue from there with prompts to fufill. YESSSS! (Grins very widely kind of like a chesire cat but I should stop with the procrastinating and run on sentances and actually do what I just said I would do. But I'll get to it eventually. - oh hey, look, some more prime examples of all of that stuff! This is a long paragraph now, and very long to be in parenthases, but whatever. Now I'm going to do what I said I would, but filler words rule because YES FILLER WORDS AND PROCRASTINATION. Also I made this four lines longer now ahahahahahaa-)

Alright, done! But I would like to take a short break for more procrastinating because I actually found another topic to think about! Well, think and ponder, and randomly write down because SWC and more procrastinating and run on sentances. I should really stop mentioning every time I do a run on sentance and go off on a tangent like right now, but it is so hard to resist! Eh, whatever. Now, my actual idea that of course had to come right now once I actually had a prompt! (GRINS AGAIN ADKLJFLKDJD YES IT HAS COME TO WRITING THESE EMOTIONS OUT BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE OF THE TOPIC I SHOULD REALLY juST TALK ABOUT NOW.) Like, litearlly who is going to read this? Absolutely no body! Which is great! Because can make it as wierd as I want. Which it already is a rant, but whatever. Okay, maybe not absolutely no one, but I did tell you (or not you, because no body is probalby going to read this part, because it is seriously the middle, so I am talking to no body but I still get words so ha!) maybe, the occasonal mega thread reader, or poetry trying to see how I did all of this writing, but they wouldn't read the whole thing. Oh no. (watch someone prove me wrong and read the whole thing and tell me just to prove it and just because I put this little filler word comment with a run on sentance in ) but whatever! So yay! I now realize that was a wierd topic, but literally look at it again - IT DOES NOT MATTER!!! Yes, I'm going crazy now. Ooh hey look, long paragraph! Maybe I'm getting a little teensy weensy bit closer to four thousand? Yes I have hope now-

Anyways, (yup, my word of the day haha) time for that in cabin prompt I was talking about. Time to write about the apocolypse. “It had been sixteen days since the zombies first attacked.” But since I don't like to write so much horror, i am turning it into a government army thing gone wrong. I now realize that is still horror, but whatever. Here I go. Or rather, as a time waster and get to four thousand words filler waster, here goes nothing.

I have turned it into kind of dystopian sci-fi or futeristic dystopian :>

It had been sixteen days since the zombies first attacked. No, not the real undead or rose out of their coffin to eat stuff type of zombies, that is just what we call them. I am talking about the government's robot military plan that went awry. People are trying to fight them, but the thing is, obviously the govenment tried to make these robots as best for fighting as possible. So… yeah. Extremely hard to destroy. And they didn not even put int the back door to shut them all off! I mean, come on guys, that should be one of the first things you do, not the last. Or at least you should complete it before you give them all test runs. And was it really the smartest move to let them all out at once for a test run? You made the robots to escape capture, so why did you think your cage, the one you designed them to escape from, could hold them? Yeah, the government kind of messed up. Juuust a little bit there. I'm Kaia. My parents are part of the ZREO, like oreo with a z. It stands for zombie robot elimintion organization. Yeah, it is kind of a mouthful, but I'm proud of them. I want to be just like them and help out when i grow up. They don't let me go out of our safe haven, because I am only thirteen, but just you wait stupid zombie robots, I've been training for you. But I'm scared for my parents too. The robots are the most advanced fighting technology ever made! Except for the fact that they didn't get the code right for the whole being loyal and not attacking everyone you see thing. There have been many casualties and injuries because of them. Whenever I get scared for my parents though, I think about how amazing they are, and how they can fend for themselves easily. And one day, I will be able to come along with them. That always cheers me up. I know they'll be fine. They always do come back, after all. In my free time when they are gone, I read books. Some just for fun. and some about the apocolypse and information so i can become a great ZREO member one day. I cannot wait. If you haven't already noticed, I am probably just a little obsessed with ZREO. It's the whole follow in your parents footsteps of being some of the best ZREO agents, and the exitement, plus to be a hero, and to serve for us. I think it's my destiny, and I'm going to get those robots. The kind of ruined my life. Well then again, they also gave my my destiny. Which is to not care about that statement and capture them for all of the harm they have caused. Well, the point is, I am ready, and I know what I am going to do, and how I am going to do it. This job is not for the weak. Weak, weak of heart, and weak of soul. I am going to become the hunter. A sixteenth mark on the wall in my secret room. 16 days of living in a shadow. I am ready for them. Absolutely ready.

Yay, this is pretty much the end of my little podcast, long rant thingy, show thing which I used to write four thousand words! (Well almost, four thousand minus six hundred fourty two, and plus the extra words that I write.) In fact, I think I will just keep continuing this until I get to four thousand just because why not. Actually, I don't think so. Maybe. It depends how many words I have now and how many words I can drive on these repetitive run on sentances- (wink) But this was kind of fun, except for the time *ahem, poetry,* and I shall now go on a recap of what I wrote. I did the intro that I made cringy on purpose, and then a word war against myself not for actual points where I did it wrong and failed. But I had some pretty awesome mango preparation tips! Then, I made two useless paragaph-rant things that aren't worth mentioning, but I am. Then, I talked about the wrath of POETRY and how they made me do this stuff in the first place, I AM MAD. (Just kidding, I am NOT MAD in any way, this paragraph was a joke about cabin relations and how sci-i should win, please recognize that, but remember how a bit after I talked about how there are really no readers and I am writing/talking to actually no body. ANYWAYS (wink, wink,) we are getting sidetracked, because after that I made the word of the day thing which was anyways, which I just used, but not on purpose, I'm just cool. B) After that, I have just realized how long this actually is, and I ranted about long run on sentances and how they didn't need a paragraph because I had included too many sentances about them after, so you (or nobody) got that instead. (I love how whenever I talk about run on sentances I just have the tendancy to make one and go off on a tangent ) AFTER THAT, we did the I have nothing to write about except for having nothing to write about section, I did some procrastinating and came up with the great idea to actually do the in cabin prompt, and after some more procrastinating and run on sentances, i did the in cabin prompt! (yay!) it was kind of repetitive. (slighht booo) and so now we are here, doing this summary that was originally a filler but now has turned into something way longer than I expected - I probably have four thousand words by now B)

Anyways, that is enough of that, byeeeeeeeeee-

why did i do that lol-

edit, I didn't reach four thousand words in just this even though I really thought I did. But whatever, it is okay, becauese of the other writing that was graciously done for me

double edit: I also forgot to talk about another topic but honestly I AM SO DONE RIGHT NOW ADKLJSFLKFJDSLKFJ I WROTE SO FREAKING MUCH AND I DO NOT NEED ANOTHER TOPIC B)

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I lost sleep to this



Reflection.

I stared down at the water to see white maple leaves and a dark blue sky before me.

Then I looked back up again at the orange leaves in front of me, a yellow light sky, engulfed by the sun.

Strange, I noted to myself, watching the ripples of the water fade away as I draw my hand out and shake it dry.

I don't know who I am. What I am. Everything is strange and new. Somehow I can understand what things are, but not why I know them.

I walked across the soft toadstools and grass below my feet, feeling like a dirty massage. It doesn't bother me though. I feel connected to nature.

As I'm enjoying my walk, something floaty and blue catches my eye. A tiny blue wisp, the first thing that doesn't sit still in the same place.

I turn my head to it, and of course, it flies away.

I must talk to it! My urge is greater than ever. I break through the assembly of trees, rampaging my way through the undergrowth like a rabid gorilla. Luckily, the wisp is bright, and i'm easily able to spot it everywhere. It's a wonder why that thing is still alive anyways.

It's only then that I realize that this world is empty. It has breathtaking beauty, but not a soul besides me to experience it.

I stop too long to think and loose sight of the wisp.

“Shoot.” I mutter under my breath, pulling a tree branch out of the way that is about to hit my face.

A giant beam the color of the wisp shoots up in the sky.

Well, that was easy.

I make a dash for that direction of the forest, sprinting as fast as my short legs will carry me. The rush of adrenaline is nothing new, but I still enjoy it.

Then I see the wisp.

It looks like it's waiting for me.

I grip the satchel that I didn't realize I currently possessed, and fidget around with my leather gloves. What now? I would look stupid if I tried to advance any further to it and it ran off again.

So I did what any sane person would do.

I tried talking to it.

“Hello!” I said in a friendly voice.

Or at least, that's what I tried to say. Since the only talking I did was muttering, my voice cracked like chapstick hadn't been invented yet.

It came out as “He-llo” the llo sounding like a person 4 times my age.

I cleared my throat and wondered for a minute if I should go back to the pond and drink some of that water. Problem was, I didn't know where it was.

A slight jingle sound appeared after my cracking voice. After careful examination I realized it was from the wisp.

“Did you laugh at me?” I blurted. That thought was supposed to be kept in my head, but alas, my brain could not cope.

An airy voice sounded inside of my head. “Of course! hehe.”

I let out an internal scream. Was I going crazy?

“Do you know what voice was in my head?” I carefully asked the wisp, pleading I wasn't insane.

The airy voice continued. “That was me. hehe.”

“You mean the wisp?” my eyebrows tightened.

“Yes. hehe.” the wisp responded inside my head.

“Why do you talk in my head?” I asked it.

“Telepathy! hehe.”

“Do you have to say ‘hehe’ after every sentence? It's going to get old quick.” I said in response

“Yes. hehe.”

I never should have asked.

The wisp runs off again.

“Follow me! hehe.”

I'm not familiar with this place, so I run off with a stranger, who, apparently, knows more than I do. It probably does.

After another wild goose chase in the forest, which still doesn't have a single butterfly, caterpillar or bee crawling about (what fertilizes this place??) we come out in a clearing.

I look up, and honestly, as beautiful as the castle is, I expected it. The grass fades away to rainbow colored glass, reflecting your image faintly if you walk on it. A swirling nebula of colors seems to be trapped inside it. My hopes rise. There's a deer on it. Annnd they fall. It's just white marble.

The colored swirling glass is arranged in chunks in a wide canyon. Below is a threatening amount of stalactites, each one screaming of death. (figuratively)

Several castles are wedged in between. They have detailed arches and massive pillars holding them up. Many things are layered on top of each other, creating an immense amount of depth.

The features of the buildings are almost heightened by the mountains behind them, which may be massive, but not massive enough to compete with the grand likes of the castles.

“There's no way this was not man made!” I exclaim. “It's too giant, too irregular, and too detailed for it to be natural.”

“It is indeed man made. hehe” wisp says.

“Then where are the people?” I ask.

Wisp does not respond.

“Can you answer my question?” I ask.

“No.” Wisp says. Without the hehe.

“That's strange..” I mumble to myself, but decide to go into the castle area. I so badly want to call it a ruin.

It is not a ruin. It is perfectly intact in every way possible.

There's a big watchtower near me, which I decide to painfully climb in search of a better view.

“Wisp?”

“Yes? hehe.”

“Where are we?”

“In a thriving city, hehe.”

I snort. “It certainly doesn't look thriving. Where is everyone?”

No response.

I climb down the staircase; much easier than coming up and decide to look through the biggest area yet. It's front and center, which always means it's important. (Life tips, kids.) It's a gate that looks like it's fit for 6 foot giants, and i'm able to fit though because of that.

It's a grand hallway, a velvety orange rug with intricate designs patterned onto it. The whole place, in fact, looks like it belongs to a relic master of any sort. Whatever it is.

Windows show the dust through sunlight. There's not a lot of dust, it even looks like it gets cleaned often. At the end of a corridor is what looks like a study.

Atop a table is a book.

end of issue #1 of my trashly improvised story.

Clerlits are strong. They may not seem it, but they are very much so. They're smart, and intelligent, and wise, though the last one is still up to the judges. But one thing that will stand out to everyone is that they're strong. They have some of the strongest minds in the universe. They, too, have a resolve so strong that it knows no boundaries. Clerlits are strong. They may be made of glass, but they're strong in their minds, and with that comes their aforementioned resolve. If they set their mind to it, Clerlits can do anything. They will persevere, and pull through, and so determined are they that they would go to the ends of the earth to achieve their goals. As long as they believe they can do it, then they can do it.

Unfortunately, that also means that crushing a Clerlit's belief is devastating to them. It will break them apart, piece by piece, and make them lose hope. They are still determined, of course, but crushing their belief no longer makes them devoted to their cause. And if their heart is not deeply, truly, into it, it cannot be done. Many, many Clerlits stand strong, and steady, and unwavering, using all the finicky tricks they know to win a fight. But when this is not enough, they lose themselves. With no faith in themselves, and only determination, they go to ends that are too far, all for the sake of succeeding and the feeling of believing in themselves again.

The People of Filoso are wise. They may be the strongest, and one of the most powerful, at first glance, but they are not just that. They are not mindless soldiers in search of growing stronger, physically and mentally, every day. No, they are far more. They are wise. The People of Filoso are wise, and they may not be as aware of it as they are their strength, but they understand what it is and what it means to hold knowledge, and to use wisdom and implement it. They are wise, as they understand that there is balance in all things, and all things keep the scale of the universe steady and fair. They know that too much will be too much, and too little will be too little. They know, and understand, that physical strength does not matter without mental strength, that without light there is no dark, and without dark there is no light.

The People of Filoso can see the world in eyes so different than of other intelligent species. They see, and observe, and they learn from their mistakes when they know about them, and are always in search of something to improve themselves. They hold value not in material things, but in being at a mutual understanding with all the things around them, from other people, to the nature and life, and the world itself. One cannot exist without the other, they say. For that to happen there would be imbalance and chaos, that will either go unnoticed until it is too late, or will be ignored by those who have the power to stop it.

The Wodseer are honourable. They are full of it. It is almost genetic. It's everywhere in their body, and everywhere in their souls, from the tops of their heads, to the tips of their feet, to every thorn and every vine and every flower on their body. They are honourable and act honourable in everything in their lives. They fight honourably, and they speak honourably, and are some of the most dependable people you will ever meet. The Wodseer are careful, but they are not soft. They are respectful, but they are not doormats. They live in love of love itself and peace itself, but they are not ones who will lay down without surrender. The Wodseer are honourable, and even more so when it comes to something that they love. They are not soft-hearted, and they are not weak, and they are not dirty. The Wodseer are people of their word, and people of their promises. They are fighters, and protectors.

The Wodseer live to protect their families, their homes, their nations, their friends, their loves, their nature, their planet. They fight, yet when they fight they remain by moral rules. They protect and fight for the defenceless and help the weak and loved, but they do not hurt the innocent, and they do not harm and witnesses or kill the messengers. The Wodseer are warriors - the most honourable there are.

Sikkrews are close. They are a close-knit group of people. They care for others, and they help others. They may mostly do it to their family, and their friends, and their fellow Sikkrews, but they are close. They protect, and heal, and care, and fight for, and they are the ones who hug each other for the sake of love, and who hold each others hands when they're scared for the sake of love, and who kiss their little ones goodnight and send their older children goodbye with care and love and wistfulness when they go to find their own paths in the world. They huddle, and support and they live to serve each other in the purest way possible. Sikkrews will curl each other's hair, and wash their children's faces, and fix each others's broken parts for the sake of it.

Sikkrews do not abandon, and do not abuse, and would rather face death or torture than do a single act of harm against the people they love. They are close, and bonded, and because of that they are strong, and smart, and share, and help. They do not care if you are an outsider. If they see a child, a baby, no matter the species, abandoned, they will care for them as if they are their own biological family. They live in the strongest and most tight communities there have ever been, and they are very much aware of it.

Sikkrews are a community, who support and help in any way they can.

Here is my in-cabin weekly, Part-1

Long long ago, there was a little boy who was 6 years old named Arnav and liked to go to the jungle as his parents were jungle explorers and protect animals. They were also the head of the ‘forest department.’
one day, Arnav came across a little bear and made friends with it. It was winter time and it was the bears' s first winter and asked how do you celebrate winter? He said, ‘“i do sledding, make snow-mans and watch winter games.” bear was excited to hear about all about this.

The next day, was the first day of winter. Mama bear woke up the little bear. Little bear said, “yay..!! It is the first day of winter and Arnav said that…. Mama bear interrupted and said, ” my fluffy little bear and my dearest of course, don’t get too excited.“ with a hesitant smile on her face. Bear said, ” what do you mean by getting too exciting? Don't we build snow-mans?“ mama bear replied, ”no, we don't do that.“ bear asked, ” would we drink hot-chocolate?“ mama bear replied, ” I am afraid that we don't do that.“ bear said ,”do we at least have some winter specials?“ mama bear said, ” see my fluffy and cotton candy, we don't build snow-mans, no drinking hot-chocolate “ bear said angrily, ” then what exactly we do in winter?“ mama bear said, ”well, we actually go to hibernation.“ ”what does hibernation mean? Is that some kind of sport or something?“

mama bear replied, ” in hibernation, we sleep till winter is over.“ ”that terrible“ said the bear. Mama bear said, ”but it would be fun. First we'll eat many delicious things like apple, honey, grapes, oranges, etc.“ ”that sounds okay and yummy and tasty.“ Mama bear continues, ”then we will light up all candles and very big one to keeps us warm all the winter. then you will cuddle up and I will tell you a story.“ bear said, ”Well, that sounds good, let's do it.

After all was completed they went for sleeping. bear cuddled up and Mama bear began the story,
“ Their were two lovely bears like us, they slept and slept the whole and they escaped themselves from winter, Their endless sleep made them known as the sleeping bear. The sleeping bears slept for day, weeks, months. Many tried sleep like the sleep like the sleeping bear but none succeeded. They slept in Winter, summer, spring, Autumn and they finally slept for 5 whole years. ”

Winter was over, and Mama bear tried waking up the bear but there was no use. After whole year, The bear woke up and told his mama, “ Mama, I got a dream that I went into an endless and came to be known as ‘The sleeping little bear’. Mama replied, You are the Sleeping little bear, you slept for 1 whole year!”

cabin war proof - part 2 added!
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You sigh in relief, having finally reached the end of the long hike. You take a moment to catch your breath, and decide to look at the view. You gaze at the stunning sight before you in awe, deciding the hike was definitely worth it. You peer over the side of the cliff again at the shimmering, seemingly perfect, crystal clear, sapphire waves that lap calmly at the edge of the cliff, gentle yet persistent. Constant, reliable. The water lulls you into a trance-like state, consumed by your own thoughts. You listen to the exotic, vibrant birds cawing, each singing their own, unique song. You imagine what each of them would look like in turn, deciding the one with a high-pitched warble would be yellow with hints of green, and another, with a parrot-like call, sounds like it would be red. You can see each end of the fantastical island, from the chillier northern shore where it is constantly gray, drab, and rainy, through the lush rainforest on the eastern side, slightly south of where you stand now, all the way to the warmer southern tip, where the beach, with its soft, lightly-colored sand, sits. Then you shift your gaze to the western side, where an unpleasantly hot, arid, and dry desert sits, with nothing growing in it but a few lone cacti, but even those struggle to survive. A singular, small, charcoal-colored building sits, alone, in the desert, if it can even be considered a building. In truth, you think to yourself, it looks more like a block, especially from your height. This would be the prison cell, where only the darkest and most dangerous criminals reside, the worst possible place anyone could be sent. You shudder just thinking about it, as you wonder what someone would have to do, how truly evil they would have to be, to be sent there. Just then, an alert buzzes on your phone. There has been a prison break! At the desert prison, and all the criminals including the worst one there, who are truly the worst of the worst. And now they are roaming free, probably out to get revenge. And you are the one who put most of them in there, so it is probably you that they will go after first. You know you need to escape, but you are not sure how. You try to devise a plan of exit, but the troublesome problem is that, due to the wards and curses that protect it from everyone else in the world, and from the other planets beyond, it is nearly impossible to enter… or exit. So much for the idea of escaping. You wonder whether you could attack them, but you remember how you barely defeated them the first time, and you know, even deep down, that you stand no chance against them, especially since you are all alone. Plus, if they are all working together, which they probably are, or else they would not have been able to break out, then you know that you certainly would not be able to defeat them alone. Wait. Maybe that is the key. Maybe you do not have to work alone. You know that you usually prefer to work solo, but in this case, it is pretty much required to work with someone else. But who? The problem with working alone is that you do not know anyone, and do not have any friends. You certainly do not know who you would be able to work with, or even anyone who is capable of defeating several enemies with strength such as this. Your mind brings you to a certain memory that had been nagging you for a while. The day is cold, and you stand to the north. A ship pulls in to the harbour, which is curious enough in itself, as people rarely visit the island, and when they do, never the northern tip, seeing as it is not the best for tourism due to the constant state of rain. You watch the rickety, worn-down, wooden boat sail in, still unsure of whether it should be perceived as a threat or not. When the boat docks, a woman steps out, still too far away to see her facial features. She unlatches two hooks on the side of the boat, and a small brown rowboat, complete with oars, plops onto the murky water. The woman steps in with some difficulty, and begins to row ashore. When she lands, you confront her, as is your duty as chief of the police force of the island. When you approach her, you notice how incredibly old she seems. You think that she looks about three hundred years old, although that would of course be impossible. Unless… you recall hearing stories in your youth, words that you assumed, at the time at least, were nothing but myths, simply stories told for entertainment, but partially as warning for real-life situations, about witches who lived for hundreds, thousands even, of years. But of course, those are all myths… are they not? She opens her mouth to speak, and her voice comes out as a harsh rasp, her wrinkled face and pointy nose contorting strangely as she spoke. “I come in peace,” she replies, “I am simply a weary traveler wishing to rest my tired muscles before I must continue on with my trade.” She presents a card to you, which you stare at in shock, for this is an ancient card, one only heard of in legends. An entry pass to the city, given only to those who hold incredible power and status within the island, but are not, and can not be, official residents.

You remember that very few of these passes have ever been made, and even fewer, possibly even none, had ever been presented before to her knowledge, although clearly at least one person had received the honor. “Who are you?” you breathe in admiration, “Are you a witch?” The woman chuckles, “Yes, I’d suppose I be what you Earthlings would refer to as a witch, although we be preferring for you to use you the term faerie.” You gape in wonder, having never seen a magical being this powerful, or unusual, before. You had seen wizardry on the island before, but it was only small-scale magic. If witches, no - faeries, you correct, we’re ever to become evil, things would be disastrous. Now, you think back to this moment, just a fuzzy image in your memory, and realize the faery could be your best chance, if only you could find her, which would be very difficult. You decide to go to headquarters, located in the northeast, near where you are, to research faeries and when they travel to the island. At headquarters, you discover very little information on faeries, strangely enough. It’s almost as though the police are trying to hide the existence of faeries and their powerful magic, even from police like you, with the highest levels of clearance. When you search the access cards in the database, there is, likewise, almost no information, although you are able to find two names of people who have the passes: Xy and Selui. While their species are not specified, you assume that one of them is the faerie whom you met in the memory. You recall that the faerie sold strange items on her boat, possibly antiquities. You decide to visit every port on the island in search of her, hoping that you will be able to find her in time. To your astonishment and delight, you spot her boat at the first dock you visit. “Hello,” you call out, “Are you there? I need help.” The faerie pokes her head out of the door and growls, “Who dares disturb mine peace? If you be not a customer, then begone with you!” You edge forward awkwardly, “Umm… I be coming in peace? For it is I, the one whom you met years ago at this port same,” you reply, trying to speak in the same inverted language as the faerie. “Hmmph,” the faerie replies, edging closer to be able to see you better. She nods curtly, seemingly satisfied. “Well, what do you be waiting for? Enter thee, if must you enter.” You take that as an invitation to board the boat, and you do so promptly. You squint, surprised at the dim lighting in the boat. You can hardly see a thing, and you blink repeatedly as your eyes slowly begin to adjust to the light. “Now, what be it that troubles thee enough to come visit you me? You shouldn’t be able to remember you me for this long, considering thee be having a weak Earthling brain.” You assume the fairy meant that as an insult, but decide to ignore it in favor of the more pressing matters at hand. “Well,” you begin, “I need your help.” “What be you needing pitiful Selui help to you for? Selui no be having much strength more as you have.” “Umm,” you continue, not completely certain how to interpret that statement, but deciding to keep asking for help, “There was a massive prison break, and I’m not strong enough to detain them all alone.” “Oh so you be coming ask Selui for help. Everyone always, ‘Oh Selui good, Selui strong - we be needing Selui’s help.’ No never oh I must me visit old friend mine Selui, take care old Selui, she be so lonely. Selui live sad, lonely life,” Selui, for that is clearly her name, complains. Although you still don’t completely understand what she was saying, you still understand the basic idea. “So… no?” you ask. “Selui think…” she replies, “Selui okay, but only if you be promising you to me visit Selui after,” she decides firmly. You nod, eager to start capturing the criminals. When you exit the boat, though, “Ambush!” Selui yells. Well, at least this time you could clearly understand her. You duck in time to avoid… nothing? You stand up in confusion, finding no evidence of an ambush. “There’s no ambush!” you call back to Selui. “Yes, ambush,” Selui replies, gesturing to a strange-looking plant by the shore of the water. “This be being the am plant, that which be growing it on bush, so we call we it ambush,” she finishes. “Why you fear you so? Fear you not you, ambush be perfectly safe, only it be rare and Selui never be seeing any ambushes lately, which be unfair,” she comments. You decide that you must go capture the prisoners, and set off in the direction of the desert, until Selui stops you. “Stop you this walking!” Selui cries, “For it be most tiring, and this be much faster of methods for be transportationed.” The faerie makes a strange gesture with her hands, and you feel yourself being transported far across the land, over the rainforest, and into the desert. Selui sets you down, and you sit down, dizzy, feeling rather unwell, but you know you have to continue on, find the prisoners. You move to stand up, but Selui motions for you to sit down. After a few minutes, you again attempt to stand up, but you immediately fall back down, dazed. Selui shakes her head in amusement, watching your attempts to stand up. She raises a finger to her mouth, indicating for you to be silent. Suddenly, a group of people enters your line of vision. Could it be the criminals? They spot Selui and charge at her, but the old faerie was prepared for this. She reaches into her pocket, producing a flaming lasso, and uses it to tie up the prisoners. You sit by helplessly, watching her do this single-handedly. “Wow,” you gasp. “You ask you Selui help, no? So Selui you help,” she replies. She hands you the rope, and you reach for it, unsure of whether or not it is safe to grab. She waves it in your face, so you think, “whatever,” and grab it, hoping it won’t hurt you. Luckily, you don’t feel the flames. You return the prisoners to the Hal alongside Selui, then visit her house for tea the next week

The colour red is a colour born of death and life. The colour red is not one. It is not only death, not only life. It is both. It is the colour of love, and hatred, and bloodshed, and birth. The colour red is a brilliant, bold crimson, and a smooth, menacing scarlet, and a starry, bright ruby, The colour red is not one colour, but many. It is everywhere we are, and will forever remain long after humanity has gone. There is the red of love, when two pairs of hearts beat in synchronised music. There is the red of sacrifice, when a friend steps forward to take the brunt of it all, red heart beating, red blood dripping. There is the red of anger, when a fiery, all consuming passion rears its head and unsheathes its claws. Then, there is also the red of life, and of death, of when a mother breathes her last breath as her baby breathes its first, of when a warrior in a battlefield succumbs, and feeds the nature they land on with the red of their body. The colour red is primal, when one you love gets hurt, and when your heart and life are on the line yet you keep going and probing on, never to give up until the very last breath, until you are nothing but a martyr.

The colour red is a voice shouting protect, and give, and fight for. The colour red is energy, whether it be leaving or entering one's soul.

The colour blue is a colour born of the above and the below. The colour blue is not one. It is not only the above, not only the below. It is both. It is the colour of clarity, the colour of sadness, the colour of respect and water and the feeling of calm. The colour blue is a deep, mysterious midnight, and a clear, cheerful azure, and a calming yet energizing cyan. The colour blue is not one colour, but many. It is everywhere we are, and every where we see, and just like red it will remain forever after humans have become faded memories in the time of our world. There is the blue of mourning, when you stand at the place where one is buried and let your spirit grieve free. There is the blue of calm, when you breathe in, and feel at one with nature itself, like the leaves blowing on the wind and the flowers drifting in the river. There is the blue of security, when you close your eyes and dream without a worry in the world, for you know that you are safe, and you are loved, and you are alright and at peace. There is the blue of life, of the water in our very being, and there is the blue of death, of air and the cold becoming so biting it is no longer a relief.

The colour blue is a voice whispering still, and flowing, and tranquil, and calm in the times of danger. The colour blue is support, mowing us from one stage to another, ever changing.

3/11/22 - “Iris”
Ms. Aneline, the teacher from the pre-k class, peeked her head in the door. As soon as I noticed her, I knew what time it was. I glanced at my teacher for approval. With a wink from her, I packed up my stuff and hurried out the door.
Every Friday afternoon, I go to the pre-k classroom to meet my reading buddy, Iris. The whole reading buddy thing was Ms. Aneline’s idea. She had too many budding readers in her class, and not enough teachers. So she asked Ms. Rabbski, my teacher and the teacher of the 8th grade class, if she had extra time on Friday afternoons. Ms. Rabbski couldn’t say no to a request like that. I, being the class’s most voracious reader, was asked to help out. I got paired up with a little girl named Iris.
We walked through the hallway, following the school rules: Single file, silent, on the right side of the hall. Upon entering the pre-k classroom, I was filled with a sense of calm I hadn’t felt in a while. Coming here was like a refresher, allowing me to clear my head and keep myself grounded for the incoming weekend.
The room was full of tiny children, the tops of their heads not even reaching my waist. They looked up in awe at me. Some of them knew my name, and started peppering me with questions.
“Stingray, what grade are you in?”
“Stingray, is that your project in the hallway by the art classroom?”
“Stingray, do you like my shirt?”
I tried to answer all their questions as best I could, but I was really here for Iris. She recognized me immediately, stopping her work heading towards me.
“Stingray! I’m on book seven now.”
“Really?” I said to her, “that’s amazing! You read super fast.”
“Yeah,” she said, obviously proud of herself, “someone else was already reading book three and Ms. Aneline thought I was ready for book four.”
I smiled. I remembered when I first learned to read and the joy I felt at understanding another book.
Iris leads me to the corner of the room where the reading always happens. Along the way, I grab the tiny clipboard, pencil, and paper. Everything is tiny in this room. The reading buddies are supposed to write down the words that our partners miss.
“The wet pup,” she reads.
She reads it a few more times. She really likes the title of this book, and I can’t blame her. I love my dog. Although he doesn’t smell that good when he is wet.
We sit down and she begins the book.
We make it through the first bit of the book with no trouble. Iris mixes up her vowels a lot, but she’s persistent. If she can tell a word was wrong, she’ll keep at it until she figures it out.
We get to a new page.
“It was…” Iris reads, “fan? No, f… f… What’s this word?”
I’m not supposed to tell her what a word is. “Can you tap it out?” I ask.
“Tap it out” is what Ms. Aneline tells us to do when a kid asks us to say a word. I’m not totally sure what it means.
Iris tries. “F… fa…. Fi… What’s this letter? I don’t know this one.”
She’s pointing to a u. I say it for her.
“That’s a u. It sounds like ‘uh.’”
Iris tries it again. “Fuh… Fu…. Fuuuhhhhhh….”
She finally gets it. “Fun!”
Grasping the meaning of the word, she repeats it a few times and continues with the story.
And she’s sort of right. I remember the satisfaction of figuring out a new word. It feels like a lightning flash in your brain.
Fun!
What an afternoon.
Word count: 630
New total: 11552

12th March- Cabin Wars

Back to the 1915s

Taylor sat up, rubbed her eyes, and continued looking at the computer screen. She wondered if she was ever going to solve the problem and had almost given hope when the time machine roared to life. She sighed and did a silent cheer to herself. Taylor started to pack up for the day when her eyes turned to the time machine. The year was set in 2012 when her mother had died. “No, don't think about it,” she said to herself. Traveling through time was dangerous and could even risk her life. It was illegal to alter the timeline.
Just then, she heard a slight creak and someone moving downstairs. She wondered if someone had snuck in, this building was restricted to the public. What happened next was too much for Taylor's brain to comprehend. A woman around the same age as Taylor came into the room with a gun in her hand. She was wearing a summer cap and black clothes like she didn't want to be seen. Her gun to Taylor's head she said slowly and quietly, “I don't want to hurt you. Take me to 1915.”
“But,” Taylor started quivering. “No but's,” cut the stranger. She took Taylor's key card which was the only way to activate the machine and gives it to Taylor who, without any questions and with the fear of her life, swiped the key card to the machine's screen which let out a series of beeping noises. The door opened of the machine dramatically opened letting out smoke. They both stepped in and the stranger put the gun in her pocket. The interior of the machine was like a science fiction movie. Random buttons were glowing and Taylor pushed up a few of the buttons and set the year to 1915. She pushed the button labeled ‘Start’ and was off for her adventure.
Taylor gathered up some courage asked the stranger, “At least tell me your name,”. “Sierra,” she said, “and I guess you should be aware of what we are going to encounter. We are going when World War 1 happened,” Taylor's eyes widened at this, Sierra continued, “Something happened which shouldn't have, and we are going to stop that. I am from 20 years to the future from your timeline. A world war is forming all over again and we can only stop it if we prevent the making of a time machine during World War 1,”
Taylor's head spun with all this information. This woman was a person from the future, they were going into the past when World War 1 had taken place. Someone was making a time machine in World War 1? She could feel vibration below her feet. It was going to take them at least three hours to reach the 1850s. She had so many questions for Sierra, the information all jumbled in her head. She asked Sierra, “Why did you take me on this mission with you?”
“I guess you are not aware of who you are,” she said while checking her strange-looking watch. It had a dial alright, which was spinning at the speed of sound. Instead of numbers, planets were orbiting in the watch. Taylor thought that she was going insane. Sierra continued, “Your great-grandfather started building the time machine during the war, we need to stop that and I need your help for it. So, are you up for it?”
For Taylor, it was like the whole world's weight had dropped on her shoulder. Her great-grandfather? She recounted her mom telling her that he was a scientist himself and had created many inventions. Her mother had never told her his name though. It all made sense now but how could have her mother have known and how could she, a mere mechanical scientist not unlike her great-grandfather stop a war in the future from happening? If she backed down, the world would turn upside down but if she failed to do it, she would be responsible for it. She tried to think and nodded.
Sierra handed Taylor her key card back. They both stood there in silence, Taylor trying to believe what Sierra was saying while Sierra tried to gear up for, what seemed like, an impossible mission. Taylor started to think that this was all a dream, but everything was going fine until Sierra showed up. She inhaled sharply,
“So, which country are we going to?”
“Right where we were, Great Britain,”
“And how do you think you will stop my great-grandfather from building the machine?”
“That…remains to be seen,”
“Great! We don't even have a plan,” Taylor nervously muttered under her breath. She was not used to not having plans. According to her, everything should be organized and planned but now she felt scared thinking of what lay ahead of her. She knew that no one would miss her as she had no living family but she would miss the metallic odor of the room she worked in every day. She had no idea when she was going to return. She had not even taken a pair of clothes to change if it rained.
On the other hand, Sierra looked confident. She didn't appear nervous at all. Taylor was amazed by the look of determination Sierra had on her face like she would do anything to save the future. She began, “You know, I have always wanted this feeling like I had to prove myself,”
“What?”
“Nevermind,” she sighed and sat on the metal time machine. Taylor followed her lead. “What do you do to earn?” she asked.
“I am in the military,”
“Then, how did you travel to my timeline?”
“My mother was a mechanical scientist just like you, I snuck into her office one day when the war had started brewing, I had meant to travel straight to the war but I messed up and ended in your timeline and well, then I found you,” she exhaled. Just then, came the sound of more steam coming out from the time machine and rubble blowing sideways. The machine had successfully traveled in time and Taylor and Sierra was in 1915.

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♜ Weekly, Part 2: Character ♜
739 words

Name: Neawin
Age: 19
Species: Giant

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Name is Mayfair

Step by careful step, she plodded along the muddy track. The thick, cloying fog seemed to be following her, but she knew that was not true. It moved all around her, in and amongst the trees and across the path ahead of her; just another problem for her to overcome.
She had been travelling for hours never stopping. Her name was Mayfair.

The rain started, later it poured. Another problem to fix, only she could not fix it, it was the weather. She was supposed to be at home in her bed reading, but no, her brother had to take a detour. After she and her brother arrived at the place, she realized it was going to be more than a quick stop, it was a party. She had yelled at her brother to take her home, but he refused. Forcing her to walk home by herself.

The muddy dirt was a horror to walk in, her new shoes were damaged with the mud soaking through them staining her socks. Her brother was a pain, she hated him now. He was a selfish brat, a toad, a nincompoop and a rat. That is what Mayfair repeated in her head. She looked at the ground stopping in her tracks looking up at the sky as the rain tapped lightly on her face and the wind blew her knotty hair in her face.

Her clothes had been ripped, ruined on her journey home, making her colder as the day passed. She didn’t know what the time was and how long she had traveling. It was a terrible nightmare, but not a nightmare. It was real. She looked around trying to find a good, okay tree to climb she had spotted a taller one that look reasonable.

She wrapped her fingers around branches and pulled her way up to the top of the tree. It was tall so it took long but by the time she was up there, it was sunset she sighed and muttered something to herself. She decided she couldn’t go back to her house without any light so there were to options; create a firelit torch or sleep in the woods. She was going try to do the first option before anything else, Mayfair wrapped her fingers around a thick branch and yanked it out of its spot.

The girl created a fire pit, surrounding sticks with stones to keep the fire contained. She placed one stick lying on the ground and held another moving her hands quickly down the stick creating friction. Sparks flew from the stick starting a flame. She threw the stick into the piles of dried leaves, twigs and sticks. Causing the pile to light up in flames, Mayfair quickly found a small log and located a small puddle near the fire and stuck most of the log in the water except the end where the fire would be burning.

The log was now on fire, the damp wood preventing the fire from spreading anymore. Mayfair had remembered earlier, when she had climbed the tree to see the sunset she had forgotten to look for her town, ‘stupid’ she thought but remembered that there was a certain black blob out of the corner of her eye. Mayfair positioned herself the way she was facing when she climbed the tree. North, she suspected, so she faced the way of the blob and held her ‘torch’ out to guide her. She realized she had forgotten to put the fire out after a few minutes of walking. But eh- the rain would put it out. ‘Who cares? ‘ she thought continuing on her “lovely” walk.

Mayfair stopped walking and shouted “YOU SELFISH TOAD” into nowhere, she was obviously talking about her brother, I mean who else was a selfish toad at this very moment. Mayfair started taking steps again looking around her, to check with anything that could hurt her, and by hurt. Hurt her dangerously. She kept taking cautious steps taking her time, she could take however long she liked. Her brother would be grounded for life anyway. So, who in the world cared other than the great toad himself.

The girl had taken her time, but she was freezing she needed to get back home. She picked up her pace a little, going faster by the minute soon she was jogging, but she realized she was holding a torch- with fire as the light. So, she slowed her pace again, but not too slow. The woods were getting brighter by the minute. It was morning. Her brat of a brother was probably on the couch sleeping in, not giving a care in the world about her.

As it got lighter Mayfair no longer need the torch, so she tossed it in a nearby puddle before checking her reflection, she looked ugly. There were hideous black ovals under her eyes causing her to look like she was a vampire. She opened her mouth to scream at the sight, even she was afraid of herself she was, ugh, hideous. She was now running not from herself but from the woods she needed to get home.

Mayfair jumped over logs, patched of ivy and dodging bushes, before coming to a halt at a river. Great. Mayfair did not care though, she jumped in and swam through the strong currents to the other side nothing could stop her now. Mayfair could now see through the tree she could see something- a fence! She laughed with joy, and climbed a tree jumping over the fence, into the backyard.

It was her home, her backyard. She ran up to the door and banged on the glass begging for someone to let her in. Her brother was there, and he opened the door with a worried face. After he opened the door Mayfair stepped in and slapped him in the face, “YOU TOAD- HOW DARE YOU??” Mayfair was angry her face turning red. She slapped him again. “I HATE YOU”

Part 1: Short Collaboration Story, 346/300 words
Choose someone to pair up with (I chose @Cru-mble ) and write a short story together by taking turns posting comments with continuations of each other's stories. Continue the story with your partner until both of you have written 300 words each!

Clem: A shadow glanced over the corner of the already dark street, the streetlights blinking before going out.

Me: A cloaked woman dressed in black walks through the vacant streets, blending in with the dark night.

Clem: She stuffs something metallic into her coat pocket, her low heels tapping quietly. She stops momentarily at a doorway, but then resumes her brisk walk, heading for the dead end of the ally.

Me: She shakes her head as she walks, trying to clear her uneasy thoughts. As she reaches the end of the alley, she stops and leans against a wall, as if waiting for someone.

Clem: No one seems to come, but eventually, she steps forward from the wall, pulls out the same metal device, and speaks to it, her words not audible. Without a pause, she snaps the object closed, turns on one foot, and plunges into the wall behind her.

Me: As she steps through the wall, it turns solid behind her. She shoves the metal device back in her pocket and looks towards the hidden area, her face stony and serious.

Clem: The woman stands in front of a large silver machine. It hums with energy, and the light from it still shines through the thick black tarp. She moves hesitantly toward it, bending down and pulling off just a corner of the tarp. Immediately, a blinding light flashes, and she backs away quickly, letting go of the edge, covering the strange item and reducing the glow.

Me: She takes a long, deep breath before shakily walking towards the machine once again. The woman closes her eyes, the tarp in hand, and releases it with a wave of her hand. She waits until the blinding light dims before opening her eyes, a relieved smile imprinted on her face as she glances at the masterpiece in front of her.

Clem: The light wasn’t as bright anymore, but she still had to squint to make out everything. Polished levers, buttons, and other mechanical traits covered the majority of it. Several indents on the corners of the rectangular device indicate that something needs to be placed there. After a moment, the woman looks away, brushing away the tears from her now watering eyes. Finally she looks back again, pulling the small object from her inner pocket and stepping closer to one of the corners with the indent. She traces it with her fingers, measuring the depth and width before placing the other metallic object into the cavity. As if drawn like a magnet, the object flies from her palm and clicks as it fits perfectly inside. A clear sheet slides over it, sealing the object together. The light brightens again, and the woman shields her eyes. The machine is now one fourth closer to being complete.

Me: The woman sighs, as though expecting the journey ahead, and turns around, her energy finally giving away and showing how tired she really is. She was so fatigued that she almost did not notice the person standing in front of her, their mouth wide open with shock; too surprised to utter a word.

Clem: It registered that there was someone inside her secret room. She acted on instinct and took out the shocked-frozen person with a single hit.

Me: The woman, still tense and watchful, scanned around the perimeter to see if the stranger had brought anyone with them. Satisfied with her search, she averted her attention to the body collapsed right in front of her. The woman analyzed them, checking their clothes before hastily flipping them over, as they had fallen face-first. She gasped at the familiar face, so shocked that, for once, she forgot about all of her problems, identities, troubles, and secrets, her entire attention on the familiar face that she had just knocked unconscious.

Clem: It was like her mind was on a train, rolling over a one-way track.

Me: She stumbled from the shock, but somehow managed to keep her balance. Her mind was racing and her heart was thumping so quickly that the only thing she could hear was it’s constant pounding in her ears. Her memories were frazzled and scattered. She hadn’t seen this man before, not in this century. But her entire gut feeling told her otherwise. (The End!)

Part 2: Character, 862 words (total!)
For this section, you’ll be creating a protagonist!
(crossed out words means optional stuff to add—to make Tomothy more flexible )

Name: Tomothy Parker
Age: 16
Species: Human with superhuman powers

Personality and Traits (292/200 words): Tomothy is a slightly arrogant, sarcastic, snarky, and highly intelligent individual with a brain much smarter than he realizes. He can be patient with most people, unless they are rushing him. But when he’s talking to people he does not get along with, he tends to ignore them until they are annoyed enough to repeatedly ask for him. That’s when he gets in a bad mood, or a temper, if I may. His temper causes him to get snarky at them, saying sarcastic phrases and burns until their blood is boiled, their feathers are ruffled, and they are peeved enough that they stomp away, muttering and cursing angrily, their thoughts rattled. But, of course, Tomothy is much more than an over-confident jerk who likes to make people angry; he does have some positives too. For instance, his IQ is much higher than average, he likes to design and create equipment, technology, and materials for a living, which is exactly why he plans on majoring in Computer science and Engineering. He also loves to create new weapons, clothes, and better technology to help the environment and stop common issues for good. Tomothy spends most of his time in his basement, highly caffeinated enough that he almost always stays up through the night, creating, drafting, and testing out new equipment he’s recently created, or testing old plans that hadn’t worked before. So, as you can clearly see, Tomothy has a gigantic spark for creativity and tends to put his full energy into his hobby when he’s not busy studying for exams and annoying people to death with snarky comebacks. His goods cancel out the bad, and if you get to know him, you realize how smart and fun he is to hang out with.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths (435/200 words): Tomothy Parker has a lot more wants, hopes, and strengths than it seems to the eye. For example, Tomothy wants to make his parents proud of him, since his parents are usually annoyed at his engineering hobby and always say he is not and will never be good enough for them. His determination is to utterly prove them wrong by creating something so magnificent that even they will be shocked. That is part of what keeps him up at night, unable to sleep from the nightmares that constantly overwhelm him and scare him so much that he becomes vulnerable. The other part is his hope to become a famous engineer that no one will question, and to have enough money to provide for himself, instead of asking for money from his parents after spending a lot of it on his equipment. He lives in constant fear of disapproval, so he tries to do his best in school; studying late at night, listening to whatever his teachers have to say, even, no, especially if the content is boring. His smarts do get him excellent grades, though it may as well be the only good thing about him, as his parents say, so he tries his best to do good in everything, no matter the subject. His strengths, even though they seem completely useless in his parents’ point of view, are many. First off, he was bitten by a radioactive spider, which gave him the ability to swing the streets and fight off crime, all in secret. He has not told anyone of his ability, since he feels it is more private than anything else, and he hopes to keep it as a side job, without his parents expressing their opinions on it. He can also teleport to anywhere on Earth, though he has not tested if he can go to other planets found in outer space, since he does not have enough equipment to survive out there, obviously. He is also pretty clever and uses his intelligence to lie his way out of every situation, and sometimes fight for it. His fighting skills, however, are mostly based on skill, not strength. He plans all of his moves in a split second, analyzing his enemies and outsmarting them, no matter the cost. He uses his humor and snarkiness to hide his pain from his parents’ constant critique and crime-fighting effects, since his battles are usually drastic and change him more than it looks. He tries his best to stay sane, but, little does he know, all of the juggling between two identities is slowly ripping him apart.

Dislikes and Fears (135/100 words): Tomothy Parker despises anyone who ignores others close to them, since they remind him too much of his parents, whom he also hates. On the subject of his parents, they always leave him alone, as if testing how much he can take before he comes running back for their comfort, which, of course, he never even thinks about doing. He also dislikes and is slightly scared of being alone, due to all of the times his parents left him, which is why he is sarcastic, since that brings him attention, which is much more than anything his parents could ever offer. He is also secretly scared of meeting a monster he can’t beat, or not being able to save everyone in time, though these thoughts mostly damage and increase his fears instead of helping them.

Part 3: Setting, 401/400 words (not including the note!)
Be as descriptive as you’d like, and make sure to not add specific characters or premises! This section must be at least 400 words long.

Your character’s story will be set at Siren’s Bay: a dystopian paradise. From afar, it seems like a perfect paradise, or a Goldilocks haven, with a gentle breeze that sways the palm trees so pleasantly that the motion becomes mesmerizing after you stare at it for a while, entrancing you with its sweet smell and the sound of the ocean waves that slowly ripple back and forth. The water level there is always shallow, no matter how far you dare try to venture in, and is set at the perfect temperature: not too hot, and not too cold. The ocean is clear, shallow, and sparkling, as if the sun shines onto it at a perfect angle to create a magical, fairy tale-like glitter effect in every single area. The sand is not grainy, but is soft and smooth instead, even when barefoot, and is colored the perfect shade of light brown. Nothing surrounds the island as far as the human eye can see; it is simply surrounded by nothing but water on all sides, already setting an eerie sense of uneasiness and forlornness as you scan the perimeter. The beach outlines the edge of the island, with nothing except a mysterious cave located smack in the middle of it, blocked off by what feels like one million pound rocks from every entrance, nook, and cranny, seemingly placed there by an avalanche caused thousands of years ago. Legend says that sirens guard the entrance, who are always alert and awake, unable to fall asleep and are completely concealed from the outside world, serenading you until all of your memories have been completely erased and unable to be rediscovered. The tale also tells of the horrors the sirens bring, which includes how they sink entire fleets by only using their voices, only letting one person aboard stay alive. They say that the one “lucky” person gets isolated, all alone, with nobody but themselves to keep them entertained. And although no other people are found there, the myth does say how ships come in often, after getting lost in the North Atlantic Ocean, near the place where human scientists call the Bermuda Triangle. Which drives the question, where did all of these lost travelers go, after getting shipwrecked? Some people believe that they get killed before they ever get the chance to meet the others. But, of course, that’s all only a myth… r-right?

(Feel free to get rid of the siren myth if you use this ^^)

Part 4: Premise, 162/150 words (not including the note!)
Brainstorm some story concepts that you think could make for an interesting story (make sure not to include characters or setting in these concepts!) and pick one and write a 150 word premise for someone else to use based on the concept you chose!

Lying has always been easy, especially for your character. After everything that had happened, your character had no choice but to lie, really, as it had been the only way to keep your character safe. The lies, especially later on, were always simple, have always been. A whisper, a random concept— nothing of consequence. Nothing to truly think about for more than a millisecond. Nothing with an afterthought, certainly not a bad one. But after your main character’s truths were revealed, everything started unraveling so fast even now it is hard to keep track. Your character’s identity, your old life, your friendship, your family, even, had all disappeared in a blink of an eye. Vowing to keep your character’s identity safe should have been enough to protect it until the day your character passed. But all of that is in the past now, as everything has been shown to the public, all across the universe. So, what does your character do now?

(A.K.A., your character’s identity has been revealed!)

Part 5: Bringing It Together, 1000/1000 words
Choose at least one main character, setting, and premise. Now that you've got those, start writing! Your story must be at least 1000 words long.

The last thing I remember was drowning. Falling from my ship and splashing into the North Atlantic Ocean before suffocating underneath the intense power of the current. My sense of hearing was slightly muffled as I watched my crew drown all around me, their screams morphed into a cascade of bubbles and their clear horror imprinted on their faces before falling limp and getting completely swept from view all around me. But what had happened next…?
The sound of crashing waves causes my eyes to flutter open. I splutter, unable to stop until I have coughed out all of the water I have recently swallowed. I blink a few times, trying to adjust to the bright sunshine, but give up halfway when I wince, but not from the source of light. Something tells me I’m hurt, but I don’t remember how. I shrug off my insecurities and feel the wound in my side, still bleeding. I reach my hand towards it, casting a simple spell to close it. Within seconds, the source of the blood on my hands has vanished.
I struggle to get up, but eventually manage, and begin to scan my surroundings. It’s a classic beach paradise with smooth, pale white sand with shells scattered across it, a turquoise sea, bright shades of coral, and colorful fish swimming peacefully under the surface, so majestic and vivid that they look like an underwater rainbow. As I gaze towards the sky, I see pearl white clouds slowly moving away and seagulls with blue-tipped feathers soaring next to them. Back on the ground level, there are palm trees gently swaying along with the breeze. Mountains, hills, and forests dot the climate, all in different shapes in sizes and adding to an eerie sense of serenity and perfection.
But when I turn around, the paradise stops short. In front of me are thousands of people, gaping at the spot in my side where my wound used to be. Great. I struggle to put on my fake smile and attempt to smooth out my composure.
“Um, hi!” I smile, but the people continue to stare, none of them blinking or even reacting. It suddenly becomes hard for me to stop shaking, but I take a deep breath and continue, nevertheless. A faire never gives up, Callie. “I know what you’re thinking, and…” I lose my train of thought when the people begin closing in on me.
“Who are you?”
“Why are you here?”
“What’s wrong with you?”
I feel a sudden struggle to continue breathing. I take so much time to conceal my identity and this is how I fail. I take another deep breath and decide to try again. “I only came here to find my sister,” I say. “Do you know her? Her name is Agatha. Agatha Faire.”
Their motion is relentless. Even after my confession, they continue to close in until I have little to no breathing room. Before I can even panic, someone hits my head, and I go down like a rock.
The next time I open my eyes, I have been moved into the large thicket of trees I saw earlier. But, instead of seeing it as a masterpiece with varying shades of green in a gradient-like style, I see it as a terrifying prison with little room to escape. The dozens of faces staring at me as I wake only add to the eeriness. In my dreamlike state, a part of me thought that they might have just left me, still baking in the sunshine. But they’re still here, still watching me so intently as though I am the effect of a science experiment gone wrong.
I sigh, done with all of the lies and fakes. All I wanted to do was to find my sister, which is why I spent nearly everything I had to go on that boat. The note said I had to fight to get her back, but I would have done anything to get her back. And now, after the ship sunk, I got wrapped up in this mess. Why couldn’t anything I do go right?
I shake my head, as if that could erase everything that had gone wrong. But then I remember that I didn’t come here to pity myself; I came here to save my sister, and she wouldn’t want me to think like this. She would want me to keep going.
So, I take a deep breath and decide that, this time, I would take the upper hand and ask all of the questions I have been dying for an answer to.
“Where are we?” I ask in a demanding tone.
They glance at each other before every single one of them answers, “Hibiscus.”
They say it so creepily that the hairs on my arm stand straight up. Hibiscus. Never heard of it before.
“How did you come here?” This time I ask in a little less confident tone, suddenly a lot more confused and concerned about my surroundings.
One steps forward to answer. “Same as you; a shipwreck.”
I take a deep breath before I ask my next one, afraid of the answer. “And… why haven’t any of you left?”
Everyone shifts around uneasily. The same one from before answers. “….We can’t,”
My vision tilts and my vision blurs. Before I know it, I’m back on the ground, dizzy from shock. A few people gasp and run forward to help me up, but I wave them away, confident that I’m good enough to stand on my own and start to regain my strength.
“W-Why not?” I question, my voice slightly shaky and my legs unsteady as I pull myself up.
Everyone turns around, scanning the perimeter, as though they suspected that someone may be listening in.
“The Sirens,” They say, echoing in complete unison and creating a suspenseful and tense effect.
Suddenly, it feels like I’ve been punched in the gut. “Who are they, and what do they want?”
“That’s the problem: We don’t know.”

Hi, This is for the cabin-war
Collaborators: @Buddie_Helper , @Godslamb, @StormiiKat, @* , @Isauree , @*
Word Count: 871 words
Story:
There was a time when they couldn't even smell a mystery! But then one day, they got a baffling new mystery to solve. It started all when Riya couldn't find her favorite chain necklace. She looked all over for it, but she still couldn't find it.
She told Siya about the missing necklace, but Siya couldn't find it either. Riya asked “where did you keep it last?” Siya replied, “ Today's morning I went for a walk and when I came it was lost!” Riya said, “hmm. wear another chain and show me how you walked.” Siya thought it was a sensible idea, so she wore another necklace she had, and walked. Riya looked at the ground, and suddenly spotted something. She saw a tiny piece of cloth.

Riya picked it up and examined it. It looked exactly like it was from Siya's dress. She asked, “ Did you fall here?” Siya replied “ It looks like that but it is very dirty” Riya replied, “I think when you came here, you might torn your dress's cloth and the chain might dropped somewhere there.”(pointing at the open ground nearby) “Hmm, yeah, that would seem right. So where's the chain, then?” Siya asked. She looked around on the ground but nothing was there.

Then she saw a faint sparkle and she ran to pick it up, but it wasn't the chain- it was a silver key. Siya gasped. She examined the
silver key, before Raya coming next to her. ‘What- how in the world did that come from?’ Siya and Raya looked at each other, confused. ‘What’s the key for?' Raya asked, confused and baffled. There was something on the silver key, it was written something like ‘Tennis’. Siya said “ it must be from the nearby sports club. Let's go there and try to find some clues.” Riya replied, “that seems okay so ya, let's go.” They looked all around the sports club but it was no where to be found so they decided go inside and investigate some people around there. Let’s look around here for the chain”, Riya said. “It must be nearby. Let’s just hope it hasn’t been taken,”

Riya said.' Siya didn't see anything at first, but then Riya called to her from the net. She had found a note taped to it! The note read “ If you've made it this far you must really want that chain but I'm don't plan on giving it to you.” Siya stamped her foot in anger. Siya looked at the note at anger. ‘What shall we do now??’ she asked, angrily. ‘Maybe we should just investigate the people.’ Raya said, quietly. Siya nodded. “That's a good idea,” she said. She and Riya began to interview the people they had seen near the tennis courts. They first met a young happy girl who was about 16.

‘Hi, I’m Riya and this is my twin, Siya!' Riya introduced herself. The girl nodded. ‘Hi! I’m so pleased to meet you. I love twins, they look so nice when their together!' The happy girl said, “how may I help you?” Riya said, “ we have lost my twin's favorite chain and it is no where to be found but we found this silver key, Can I for what is this silver key?” The girl said, “ There's nothing I can think of that could be opened by that key,” She paused, “ there's only one room and no one opens it.” “Maybe the key leads to that door?.” “What room, what door?” Siya asked, excited. “It's in the supply closet behind the front desk,” the girl said. “You'll have to sneak in.”
“Let's do it!” Riya said.

They both crouched down and crawled over to the corner of the desk. they found some secret door to go inside so they went and when they went, they where astonished to see that there were scientists who were doing experiments with Siya's chain! As soon as they entered the room, Siya yelled “My chain what are you doing with my chain!” One of the scientist told the guards to get them out of there. Still, Siya and Riya didn't budge. ‘What’s so important about my chain? And WHAT IN THE WORLD are you trying to do with it?'

Siya screamed. The guards and scientists froze in anger. Riya took a deep breath, ‘Just tell us what’s going on.' she said. The Scientists said, “ You see, many people are trying to find gold and selling them in a high so poor people can't afford to purchase them so we are trying so that poor people can find them. Riya said, It is good thing but if you have asked us and did it legally, It would have been more awesome and good to everyone but sorry, we already called the police(The police came but arrested only for 2 days)
When they returned, they all smiled and said , “ Thank you Riya and Siya, we understood our mistake and happily returned Siya's chain.”

Character
Name: Sarah Green
Age: 15
Species: Human

Personality and Traits: Sarah isn’t particularly quiet, shy, or introverted, but she does have a hard time sticking up for herself. She can fit into most environments, and at this point she doesn’t really know who she really is. She has a good sense of humor and doesn’t get offended easily, but when she does, she tends to internalize those feelings rather than expressing them. Her parents are rather wealthy but fight a lot, and while she wants to love them, she’s been having a hard time lately, after she learns how dishonest they both are. Sarah would like to be more honest, but she lies a lot more than she would like to admit. She’s also insecure and tries to impress her parents quite often, even if it never really works. They want something different than she wants to give, and she is terrified that she won’t be enough for them. She wants to impress everyone, particularly the adults in her life, who she is terrified of dissapointing. She is quite artistic and very good at the piano, which she has been playing since she was five. (While her parents want her to play this, they want it to be no more than an extracirricular to get into a fancy college, and encourage her to pursue contests.)

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Sarah doesn’t really know what she wants yet, but she knows she isn’t pleased with how things are now. She really wishes that her parents would stop fighting and she wishes she could work up the gall to say something. She wants to figure out who she really is and what she really wants, instead of just submitting to what other people want for her. Slowly over the course of the year, she will discover her talent with music and learn how to express herself through song, but she hasn’t figured that out quite yet. Along with being quite good at music, she is talented in drawing too (usually she just draws with pencil, but occasionally she’ll paint as well.) She is quite smart and clever, but even though she’s an all A student, she doesn’t feel like she’s smart enough to make her parents happy. She secretly hopes to be a musician, but she would never admit that to her parents. Still, she enjoys writing music in her free time. She is teaching herself to sing and play guitar. She also hopes to find a friend better than the ones she has, who she doesn’t really like and who don’t really like her, but their parents get along and she knows it would be difficult to find someone else.

Dislikes and fears: Her greatest fear is being a dissapointment, especially to her parents but really to any adult in her life. She’s also, strangely enough, scared of becoming like them. For more general phobias, she absolutely hates being in the dark, particuarly in enclosed spaces. She has a faint memory of being trapped in a small, dark space when she was younger that has scarred her. She is terrified of being trapped. She dislikes bugs, but that’s more of a dislike than a particular phobia. She also hates olives because they are disgusting. She dislikes it when people lie, although she’s not particualry honest herself.

Setting
The beach wasn’t much of a beach, but there was an ocean and there was a thick slab of rock dividing the two spaces. On one side of this slab, it jutted up so it was more of a cliff than anything else. In the summer, people were known to practice cliff diving here, even after that girl died a few years ago. It’s about forty feet tall, which isn’t too bad, but it is enough to paralyze you if you hit the water wrong. There are many yellow signs advising caution, but people are still known to visit it, donned in wet suits, because the air rarely gets above sixty here and the water tends to be colder. Behind the cliff, there is a hike leading up to it. It’s steep and it's windy, but it’s only about half a mile. When your at the top of the cliff, you can see the ocean for miles, till where it gives way to the thick white fog that covers most of this area.
On the other side of the slab it’s not really a slab but piles of rocks, that have been broken up by the monotonous crashing of waves. If it weren’t for these rocks, you’d probably see a lot more surfers in the area, because the waves are large and they are good for surfing. However, the rocks are treacherous and have killed before. Most people don’t surf here. There have been exceptions.
A little further back from the waves is a more cheerful area, more sandy and more resembling of a stereotypical beach. It’s a popular spot for families, although parents are always warning their children to stay away from the water. It’s deep and cold and the rocks are sharp. Not an optimal way to end what was designed to be a fun family trip. Instead, they build castles in the sand, forming and shaping the broken bits and pieces into a festive little sandcastle. There are restaurants that sell Italian ice and fish and chips and burgers and slushies. There are gift stores selling cheap t-shirts and snow globes and stuffed animals. It is a place of fun…. Although it still felt pretty ominous, given the chilly air, and the history of the place, and the way the fog covered it. Just beyond all of these things was a forest, although not many people had gone into there….

Premise

Months before the story was set, M/C ran over someone with a car who was threatening their life and their mothers and/or friends life (pick whichever one they would care more about). One day, M/C has a dream from someone that they are coming for them, and they recognize it as the same person from months before. They are scared and confused and try to navigate their way through life. Slowly, their normal life loses it’s normalcy and they feel paranoid over everything, like someone's watching them. The dreams continue. Is it just anxiety from the situation before, a normal response to the trauma? Or is someone actually coming from them? Even after they are enrolled in therapy, the nightmares/paranoia continues. You have two options for where you go with this story- either you could make it a realistic fiction story about someone whose fear got out of hand, or it could be more of a horror. Who is the villain? Who is coming for them?

March 12 Non-fi Cabin Daily
Start 200 words of a short story (I'm going to try to not have the story set in space this time lol)

Codename: Revel

“Your task is to keep the targets diverted until the officials arrive.” A girl by the codename of Revel listened to the directions once again on her earpiece before she stepped out of the dark alleyway. The yellow glow of the streetlights glinted off of her metallic accessories. She confidently walked towards a closed door with a large neon sign above it, proclaiming the name of the place to be “The Borealis Club”. A piece of paper taped on the door read “Closed for private event”. Revel knocked. A gruff voice came from within “We're closed for a private event. Read the sign on the door.” Revel lifted up a card attached to a lanyard that she wore. “The guests hired me to perform here. Here's my invitation.” The heavy door opened, and strains of music and the sound of chatter emanated from within. The guard briefly glanced at the information on Revel's invitation. “This way, Miss Revel.” the guard motioned for her to go to a hallway on the right.

Revel mentally went through her instructions once again. She had been told “We have notified the agency that provides performers. You will infiltrate the event as a performer and act as a diversion.” She knew that just around the corner of the doorway was the annual gathering of the Electric Thorn Syndicate, an infamous group of criminals that often remained secretive, but the officials had uncovered the location of their annual gathering just in time to send someone to capture them- and that someone was Revel.

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