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Dusty plains:
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“It sounds like we were all summoned here,” Lacy said, glancing around the circle nervously.
“Okay so, what do we have in common?” The smart looking girl asked. Of course she wanted the information.
“I'm-” All of them said, ending the sentence with their age. Lacy's guesses had been correct; none of them were younger than twelve or older than fifteen.
“So what are we doing here?” A short boy asked, already sweating nervously.
“Are we gonna go back? Like back home?” The youngest girl that had swapped spots earlier asked.
“I wonder why this dome force field is here ..” A thought occurred to Lacy and a smile spread on her face. She walked toward the boy next to her, and switched spots with him. Then the person next to her when she moved, and on and on until she had switched spots with someone next to her brother!
“L- Are you okay from that fall!” Axol asked worriedly.
“Yeah, what, you thought I couldn't handle it?” She joked, trying to mask her fear with humor. Her joke didn't really work though, and instead of ending in a laugh her face just melted down into a face of sorrow.
“What if we .. never see them again?” She asked sadly.
“Our parents?”
“Yeah .. and our entire lives! Our school, all our friends ..”
“L-” Axol gulped and avoided saying Lacy's name again, not wanting another warning.
“We're gonna see them again. I know we will.”
Lacy sighed, not believing it and curious to why her brother did.
Suddenly the ground where everyone was standing opened up. They fell into another world. They received another warning, much like they had before they were teleported, but this time the blur was different, and it was only purple now. The golden orb spoke this time, with a hot white inner orb inside of it. This time, it said “Remember the mission. Find the selected. Not all the summoned.”
This message sent Lacy's head spinning when she tried to understand it. She was pretty sure the fifteen kids that had been on the rooftop were “summoned”, but now “selected?” What did that mean? And not all the summoned, what was that supposed to translate to? She sarcastically wished the warnings would be spoken in words she could understand, at least words she could understand more than this. She shook her head, annoyed. Then her mind stopped spinning and her eyes took in the surroundings around her. That just sent her head spinning again, and her stomach swirling with home sickness. She leaned over to throw up and then straightened. Around her was barren land, dusty with only bushes that had no leaves and were spiky and sickly looking. A rock that was definitely hazardous to being tripped on and ending in a bad accident were scattered every several feet. You had to be careful around here, and watch where you walk, she noted in her head and swallowed. No one was around her. Panic seized her brain. She looked around, and Axol wasn't there. Neither were any of the teenagers who were with her on the rooftop. No one. Even the youngest girl would have given her comfort. She took a deep breath in, then out. Like she had always been taught. Then, she noticed that behind her there was a house. It was made out of wood and had a brick chimney that was filled to the top with bricks .. weird, she thought. But then again no one would want to send out smoke signals of their location out here .. wherever she and the house were, exactly. She took another breath in and slowly walked to the house. She knocked on the door. The door was opened, if just by a crack so the person inside could look out. It was a man with gray in his hair.
“Elizabeth?” He called into the house, to his wife.
“Yes dear?” Responded a voice within the house. Elizabeth peeked in through the door to the kitchen and answered in her cooking apron.
“Oh! Young lady, what are you doing out there in that dusty weather?” Elizabeth shook her head and grabbed Lacy by the arm. She took her into the house and Lacy passed by a room with two younger kids playing, and relaxed at the fact that Elizabeth was a mother. She couldn't possibly be some sort of witch, or a monster, like the thoughts Lacy's brain had said. Elizabeth brought her to a dining table and sat her down in a wooden chair. She realized it felt good to sit down, after all that teleporting and spinning. Elizabeth brought her a fat slice of a loaf of bread. Lacy gobbled it up immediately, with a muffled “thank you” while she was eating. It smelt delicious and Lacy was a bit ashamed but she could not stop herself from devouring it. It was golden and crisp, and until just then Lacy had not realized how hungry she was. She probably hadn't eaten anything that day except that bite of bread and her breakfast that morning, because she had feinted right before lunch.
“Now that is only an appetizer, child. Dinner will be served in half an hour.” She walked off into another room, said something to someone in there, then came out of it and walked back into the kitchen. A boy about a few months older than her walked into the room from the room that Elizabeth had walked out of, and introduced himself.
“My names Lucas. My mom wanted me to show you to the guest bedroom, or your room I guess for the time being you're here. How long are you going to be staying here?” He asked curiously, then embarrassedly added, “Oh, please excuse my manners, whats your name?”
As Lacy's tongue was about to form her name, she quickly switched it.
“Lana,” She decided to say. She quickly worried that Lucas was going to see right through her bad performance and call her out on lying about her name.
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WORD WARS

I couldn’t see. I could only breathe. I occasionally heard a sound that I didn’t care about. I pushed closer to my mother, seeking her milk. She felt a small nudge sometimes, either her mother, or a sibling. I didn’t care, all I wanted was to be near the protective hold of my mother. Soon I felt myself drifting off..


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My eyes opened. It had been 3 weeks since I was born, yet the double-paws seemed to still think something was wrong with me. They took me to a double-paw who’s name was Vet, according to my mother. I didn’t really understand what they were saying, but my mother was here to guide me. I had 2 brothers and 3 sisters. None of us had names. Yet. ‘Be patient.’ my mother always told me. And so we were. My siblings always seemed bigger than me, stronger than me. But I was patient, like my mother told me to be. When I was 1 ½ months old, she told me her name. Her name was Honey. Honey was beautiful, with a shining golden coat. I had a black pelt, dotted with silver spots.
‘I am a golden retriever. Your father was something they called a rottweiler. His name was Country.”
Finally, the day came. The double-paws were going to name us. He started with my brother. He was heavyset, with a dark brown coat, and 2 stockings, one white, one black. He was named Rocky. Next was my other brother. He was more light, fast on his feet. He had golden fur, with a silverish tinge. He was named Sun. I walked up and crouched playfully when I found out. Sun was one of my closest siblings. Next was my sister. She had black fur, with small dots of silver. She was named Starry. Next was my other sister, who, according to Honey, was a copy of my father. She had a black back, the black trickling onto lines onto her face, and her snout and belly were brown. She was named Maple. My last sister was light and delicate, but the fastest of all of us. She was a copy of my mother, except for one brown paw. She was named Penny. Finally, it was my turn. The double-paws must have noticed how close I was to Sun, for they named me Moon. My mother told me about the sun, and the moon, and I was happy when I was told my name. Something seemed to be bothering my mother however. She told me that even if I was small, I was special. She growled at the double-paws if they came close to me. I asked her about it but she never answered. One day, I was asking her again, and she relented. She told me I was a runt. A runt is a pup born smaller than others. She said double-paws sometimes took runts and sent them to Rainbow Bridge, where all animals afterlife is. Moon was frightened and shocked. ‘Why?’ I asked. She said that sometimes double-paws think that runts can’t live properly. Honey stopped talking. Finally, she said, ‘We must leave the double-paws. I will not let them take you away.’ So saying, she got up and called to all of the puppies, and told them what was going on. ‘We will leave tonight. Rocky, start barking in the living room. Draw them away from us. Then run outside, and we will be there. Start this at midnight.’ she ordered. We were all still confused. Leave the double-paws? Sun was the most sure of them all, and Moon knew it was because she was in danger. ‘Now get some sleep.”

Midnight. It was time. Honey nudged us awake. She nodded to Rocky, and he dashed into the living, howling and barking. The bewildered noises of the double-paws sounded upstairs, and we quietly slipped out through the dog door. Honey led us around to a corner of the yard we didn’t go to. Honey showed us a small pathway she had made to get out. They waited for Rocky, who came soon, and then we all slipped under the fence. I scrabbled in the dirt, pulling myself up. I heard the double-paws. They were coming. Sun was the last one to come out, and then we all slipped into the darkness. I was scared. Afraid. Disoriented. Honey stopped near some woods. ‘We will rest here.’
I collapsed on the side of the forest, my siblings curling up beside me, but I didn’t sleep. I stayed awake, too afraid. Hours passed. Suddenly, I saw a dark figure approaching. I nipped Honey. ‘Danger!’ I hissed. She sprang to her paws, snarling. When the figure came closer, I could make out… Maple? No. This was too big to be Maple. I glanced at my mother. She was no longer snarling. Instead, she trotted up and touched noses with the dog. Suddenly it clicked.

‘Father!’

part 3 (400 words):
The story will take 100 years in the future, in an autocratic monarchy ruled by an old queen. Most everyone is prosperous in this country — it has not been involved in war in a long time, and many of its citizens have only known fortune and happiness. However, this prosperity disguises the fact that the entire country is controlled by one person, with little others having part in the decision-making or the exceution of how the country is run. This leads to trouble, because the day the story is set is one day after the death of the queen is revealed to the country. This upends the existing social structure, and reveals to the entire nation how lucky they
were before — and how hard they must try now.
There are various claimants to the throne, including the queen’s daughter and her wife, and the queen’s grandnephew, both of which claim to be capable of bringing peace back to the country. However, there is a growing movement of people — primarily the young — who are opposed to returning to a monarchy, and see this as the perfect opportunity to change the governing system of the country. These revolutionaries tend to dwell in the mountains.
While people squabble over the right to lead the country, many people who had been treated fairly under the old system — such as the frail, the physically disabled, and the very old — are beginning to be harmed by those who consider themselves stronger. Some of these people have discovered Darwin’s theory of evolution (which had fallen out of favor over the years) and are using it as their holy creed and as an excuse for attacking these people.
The country is relatively small, with only a few million people spread over land the size of Italy. Urban centers comprise the majority of the population, but there are small settlements dotting the countryside. Most of the land is grassy and flat; however, the country is divided into two by an intimidating mountain range. Under the queen’s rule, the two distinct cultures of the two sides of the country had gradually mixed and became one unified one, but old traditions still remain.
The country had limited trade and military relations with other countries, preferring to remain self-sufficient. However, this also means that the country is not receiving humanitarian aid — it is even being ignored unless it actively threatens other countries.

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Character:
Name: Oliver Madden
Age: 16
Species: Human
Personality and traits: 200 words
Oliver is generally polite and kind, very curious and has an adventurous spirit. He actually likes getting jump scares and has a gut feeling that some day he will get to go on his adventure, like people always do in books and movies. He has no doubt that his adventure will be epic and grander than most that he has read about or seen on television. He struggles with self doubt, but when he is doubtful of himself he always tries to take a deep breath and remind himself that he can do whatever he puts his mind to, but it doesn't always work all the way. He is no doubt a hard worker, and Oliver is always up for a good adventure or something really fun or exciting to do that will distract him from his self doubt and worries. He mostly makes wise decisions, always listening to his head over even the pressure of other people. He is genuinely kind most of the time, but stands up for what he believes in and what he believes is right, too. He is also intelligent. He usually doesn't stumble over his words and is always respectful to those around him.
Wants, hopes and strengths: 204 words
Oliver wants and hopes that the thrilling adventure of his life that he has been expecting to start will start soon. He imagines it surely is going to be filled with plot holes and twists and a grand scheme like all of the good books and movies he has read and watched in his life. Around the clock he is always eagerly waiting and hoping for his adventure to be around the turn of a corner, or for a grand chance of opportunity for him to bloom like a flower in mid-spring or summer right in the middle of his so far normal life. One of his strengths is quick reflexes. His aim is also very precise. He practiced a lot of archery back when he was a kid. He wants to become a better catcher, but he is not very good at that because he didn't grow up with anyone playing catch with him or throwing back to him because he was an only child and his parents were always busy. Physical strength is another one of his strengths, because as an only child he did a lot of work around the house with his parents mostly too busy to do it themselves.
Dislikes and fears: 109 words
Inside, he fears that he isn't good enough, and that his parents are ashamed of their son, and that . He worries that no one really likes him and that others think that he isn't fun or entertaining to be around. He fears that he isn't worth everything he has and that his worries and self doubt will just be too much for him and drown him one day. The most terrifying fear that he has is that he is going to drown in his thoughts before his adventure even reaches him. He of course rarely lets this fear he has in his gut show; he conceals it around others.

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That Cat Called Grump

Written by @scratch_warrior_cat (329 words) and @SussyLegWarmers- (355 words)

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Sussy: That one cat who everyone calls “Grump” is watching me while I sit and work.

Wari: I try to concentrate, but I keep looking up to meet his unnerving gaze. I shiver, even though I'm not sure exactly why I feel creeped out.

Sussy: I don't know what I did to make him despise me. All I know is that he likes staring…which is very creepy

Wari: I get up, moving my chair so I am no longer facing him. But as I continue my work, I can feel the hair on the back of my neck rise up.

Sussy: He is still watching me through the window. Why? I don't even know. I need to finish my homework. But I can't if he is watching. What to do…

Wari: Maybe he's hungry. Maybe he'll go away if I feed him. I rustle in my backpack, looking for something to give him.

Sussy: All I find is chocolate. I can't give him this. Let me go down to the kitchen and find something edible to give him.

Wari: The only problem is, I have to walk past the window to get to the kitchen. I try to walk quickly and keep my gaze down, but I can feel those piercing eyes glaring, boring deep into my soul. A shiver of relief passes through me as I reach the kitchen, out of sight of the cat.

Sussy: Suddenly, the feeling is back. I turn around and see that the cat is inches away from my door. Now I'm scared. What do I do? I reach into the fridge and look for food. What do cats like again? Wait fish! I grab a container of canned fish and put it outside and shut the door.

Wari: Even though I would rather get far away from the unsettling cat, a sudden curiosity draws me to the window. Just one peek, to see if he eats it, I promise myself.

Sussy: I go to the window and see that the cat is gone. And so is the fish. All that is left is the container. Suddenly I hear a crash. I turn around and see…GRUMP? Why is he in here. What did I do for this to happen I wonder.

Wari: “Uhh, good kitty?” I stammer, backing up. I remember learning that cats can smell fear, but there's nothing I can do to stop my quavering. “D-did you like t-the fish?”

Sussy: He just sits there “W-Why don't you l-like m-me?” I know. I'm talking to a cat. THE GRUMPIEST ONE. I don't know what he wants but I need him to get out. FAST

Wari: I edge toward the kitchen, not taking my eyes off Grump. Maybe I can get more fish to lure him out. As I move inside, he just sits there; the only part of him that's moving is his burning yellow eyes. Then he's out of sight, and I risk turning my back to frantically open and rummage through the fridge.

Sussy: I found some more fish. I opened the can and left it right in front of me.“ Come on cat” I yell. “I have more food for you”

Wari: The moment I look up, the cat is standing three feet in front of me, watching me intently with all his fur puffed out. He glares at the can. I slowly pick it up, then back away toward the door. We have a silent staring contest as I reach for the doorknob.

Sussy: I open the door and place the canned fish outside. Grump runs outside and starts eating the fish. I decide to shut the door and all the windows. What does this cat have against me, I LITERALLY DID NOTHING TO HIM, I wonder. I see Grump finish eating it and looking sad. Aw now I feel bad. Let me get some yarn. I get some yarn and open the door. I place the yarn on the floor and Grump slowly walks in. He saw the yarn and started dashing to it. He looked so cute playing with it!

Wari: I sit there watching him, and wonder if all the cat had wanted was a little love.

Weekly #2

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Most books taught us that high school is all about fitting in and relationships. Well, most people like to pretend that it is, however if you decided to ask Eris I'm sure they would disagree. It seemed Eris only cared about finishing work on time but deep inside them was a secret that no matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't organize out of their system.
Eris had told very few people about their secret. Only them, their family, and their best friend, Sam, knew about it. Eris tried to keep it from everybody at school, but it was becoming hard to do. They were pretty sure that Leo, and boy in their math class, was starting to notice. He was constantly looking at Eris weirdly, and they didn’t like it.
It's like they had an aura of weirdness following them around, and it all came from that * necklace. Or did their friend Sam tell everyone? By accident? On purpose? Surely their best friend could be trusted. Isn't that what best friends are for? They decided that they didn't want to get into any “famous kid” friend drama so they tried to get that thought out of their head
The next day, Eris was standing at their locker. Leo approached them. Confused, they wondered why Leo was here, he'd never talked to them before. Surely it couldn't have anything to do with the necklace… right? Then Eris suddenly remembered that Leo was in multiple of Sam's classes, and they were sort of friends! Surely it was a coincidence… right? Sam had been acting weird lately, but it didn't seem like something Sam would do. Even more confused, Eris turned to Leo as he started to talk.
"Hey so- I know how much you hate academic cheating but can I copy your homework?“, Eris felt confused. Why today? ”Sure, I guess" they said. Then Leo ran away laughing, Eris felt people staring at them. They were confused. Did Leo know?
Embarrassed, they hurried to the bathroom to get away from the stares. While in the stall, they wondered what had just happened. What did they say wrong? Why did Leo run away laughing? Why was everybody staring? Did Leo know? Did everybody else know? All of a sudden, Eris felt something they hadn’t felt in a long time. The feeling of feeling like you know nothing. Eris checked their watch and knew they had to get to their next class soon, so they left the bathroom. Sam was waiting right outside.
“Hey, are you alright? Did something happen?” asked Sam sounding pretty genuine, “Yeah, I'm fine. Also it's great that I ran into you, I wanted to ask you something” said Eris. “Sure, what?” “Did you happen to tell anyone about- you know what? I understand if it was an accident but please tell me if you did!” “Why would I tell anyone? I promised I won't and I don't plan on breaking any promises. Especially to my best friend.”
It sounded true, but Eris was still confused about the Leo situation. “Okay… it’s just that Leo has been acting really suspicious about it and I know he’s sort of you’re friend. I knew it was unlikely that you had told, I just wanted to be sure” “Yeah, I’d never tell” Sam said kindly. The bell rang and both of them ran off to class. Eris had math. Math meant Leo would be there, and Eris was not looking forward to it.
Math seemed relatively normal. Except their teacher, the most organized human being on earth forgot a lot of his things! Maybe it was their gift- no, curse at play or just a coincidence. You never really know. On the bright side Leo wasn't acting as weird, he was probably dared by his friends or something. Eris tried to take their mind off of everything since as stress builds up so do their curse's effects.

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Cabin wars, yo! 2nd person time!

Carefully, you get to your feet. The cuts on your arms sting, and the glass is shattered around you. Your best friend, Alyssa, stares at you in horror.
“Did you just jump through the window?” she asks.
“I had to save you,” you reply, offering her your scraped hand. “I couldn’t let you stay here forever, could I?”
“You could have been killed!” She looks at the shattered remains of the large window, it’s empty frame’s height ten times yours. Large slivers of glass lay around you, and the ones that cut you are covered in blood. Smaller shards mostly didn’t hit you, but one of them is sticking out of your arm. You quickly pull it out before Alyssa can see it.
“Let’s go,” you say, crouching on the windowsill, hand still offered. Alyssa takes it, nervously. You can see it in her eyes, she wants to be free, but her caution is still there.
“Are you sure it’ll be okay?” she asks you nervously, still eyeing the broken window. We are on the third floor after all.
“I promise that we’ll be okay. It’s not as far as it looks, and you forget the roof.” She peers over the edge, onto the slanted roof below. The roof is a good escape, and lessens the drop, but you can understand Alyssa’s caution. She hasn’t lived the same life you have, that of a thief that’s always been cast aside, abandoned, and betrayed. A life of danger, always on the run. Some days, you wish that you had her life, but not today. Today, you’re glad of your life on the run, because your skills mean that you can save her.
Alyssa is trusting you. You can’t fail her.
She steps onto the windowsill, and then, you jump. She holds onto you tightly, and you run over the rooftops. After a minute, her grip on you loosens slightly, and suddenly, you hear her laugh.
You turn around, smiling, then laughing. Her eyes are wide, and the sun comes out from behind a cloud, as if sensing her joy. Her hair flies back behind her, her dress swirls around her knees, and her bare feet bounce off the clay roof tiles. Her face glows with pure joy, an expression you recognize from years ago, a face you saw whenever you looked into a windowpane. A reflection of a young boy with curly, wild hair, face lit by the joy of freedom. Seeing your own expression mirrored on Alyssa’s face… It's something I’ve worked towards for a long time.
You run across the rooftops, not caring where you may be headed, simply wrapped in joy. When you finally run out of tiles to run across, you stop on the edge. Alyssa’s hand wraps around you, holding you close. On the edge of the rooftop, the rich girl who has finally been freed kisses you. The thief boy who helped her escape.
It brings you joy to see her finally free.

CABIN WARS

“No, no NO! Your doing it all wrong!” Slippers called out to Raw-Raw. They were working on trying to figure out an effective way to convince more people to buy more domestic caught seafood. They were attempting to calculate how much cheaper it is to buy the domestic seafood then the seafood brought from Wilma's family's company. “B-but shouldn't it be 6.54%? I'm sure of it.” Raw-Raw said, very confused. “Did you not listen to anything I just told you about multiplying decimals? The way your calculating it is WRONG. Just wrong. If you do it the way your SUPPOSE to do it, you would get 8.32%.” Raw-Raw was deeply confused. Math wasn't his best area back in school. “But if people save a whole 8% on domestic seafood, then why do they but it from other places?” “Why, you ask? Its merely because people are just like you. SO foolish and arrogant. They apparently don't have any brains to calculate a simple percent, and then they would only buy the seafood from our town. That, Raw-Raw, is why.” She said, very seriously. Raw-Raw felt so stupid. Why can't I do simple things. agggghhh, this isn't helping. If only Waffles was here, he would help me out.

“Lets move on to something else.” Suggested Raw-Raw. Slippers laughed. “Why, are you just upset with yourself because you realized you can't do this? Hah!” “Slippers, listen to me.” Raw-Raw said in a dead serious tone “Do you know why we're here? We're here because Waffles put us in charge while he is gone, okay? We have to act responsible in order to help the town out. That is our job, okay? If you don't like it, then maybe Waffles was wrong about about you. You may not like me, and that's okay with me, but we have to put our differences beside us and work together to help, okay?” Slippers looked up at Raw-Raw. She still looked rather annoyed, but her face showed slight traces of sympathy. “FINE.” She agreed. “But don't expect me to like a second of it.”

The two of them started working again, this time without any arguments. Suddenly, almost out of no where, they heard a ruckus coming from outside. “Huh. I wonder what that might be.” Slippers wondered. “Probably the neighbors or ‘omething like that.” The two headed for the exit, and slowly started ascending towards the surface. When the two of them reached the surface, they were surprised to find that nothing strange was happening. The air was sky blue, and there was a gentle breeze. The sun was shining, and it was warm, but comfortable. “What? Why is there nothing here?” Raw-Raw explained. “Where could that noise be coming from?” “I really don’t know. I thought it would be coming from out here.” Slippers said. The two of them, extremely confused, went back inside to continue working(and possibly arguing a bit while their at it.)

But what was that sound that Raw-Raw and Slippers heard? Two burrows down, in Rebecca's residence, was were the noise was created. You see, poor Rebecca was a victim of the announcement on TV:

“Citizens one and all, may I please have your attention.” Governor Clubby III announced. People slowly started to gather around the podium where Governor Clubby was giving her presentation. “I have an extremely important announcement to make. One that will change your life.” People were very invested in what Clubby had to say. “Today, I have put into law Project Starstruck, also known as Project SS. Project SS goal is to create a world were people don't have to feel guilty because of their poor desision making. Now, with Project SS, people can be quickly manipulated in order to maintain peace in our town.” Clubby said, with a slight grin. “You can't do something like that!” Someone in the crowd called out. “That's illegal!” “Your not even the governor! You need the governor's permission!” Another person called out. “Oh, don't worry about that.” Clubby said, her grin growing larger. “I have the governor's permission right here.” She held of the document where Project SS was written out. On the document, right there in black pen, was Waffles signature written on it. Everyone gasped. They couldn't believe it. Clubby was now full on evil laughing. “Now, leave me! I must get to work on this, very important law.” She said, with a huge evil grin planted on her face.

But alas, Raw-Raw and Slippers had no clue about this announcement. They still were working on the seafood crisis. And Waffles? Did he really sign such a life changing document. No. Why would you think that he did? Waffles isn't the best person in the world, but at least he has some common sense. Remember all the pressure he was under? Yeah, there's your answer. And about Clubby? Well, she was really close to the former governor, so when they got fired, she was really upset. She wants to finish what they started. Project Starstruck. She is determined to get that project up and running, no matter what.

~One Week Later~

“This is BNN, the Bunny News Network, and we are following breaking news. Governor Clubby has gotten Project Starstruck passed the grand console, and is now planning on bringing it up to the Kings and Queens to approve. If Clubby gets the approval, Project Starstruck will be put into effect all over the town. Now, we bring you live with an exclusive interview wi-”

“I-I really don't know what to say. This is just crazy.” Raw-Raw said, breaking the silence between the two of them. “I KNEW that Clubby was hiding something, I just didn't figure out in time.” Slippers ruled. “I don't believe that Waffles would sign that document. I know him very well, and he wouldn't do such a thing.” Raw-Raw said. “Well, you said that you haven't seen him for ten years, so maybe the friend you once knew isn't him.” Slippers suggested. “Did you ever think of that?” “No. I know Waffles incredibly well. I know that he would never think to do that.” Raw-Raw announced. “Maybe Clubby decided to play some mind games with your friend, and here we are. Or maybe that's why he left town, because he was too guilty of signing that document.” Slippers said. “Or maybe he-” “I just said he would never do that!” Raw-Raw yelled, annoyed with Slippers.

“Listen to me, Waffles is my best friend. He would never think to do such a thing. The real problem here is that Clubby.” “Then we have to prevent Clubby from getting Project Starstruck passed.” Slippers decided. “Its up to us to fix this mess.” “C'mon Slippers, lets go to town hall, and hold a conference and tell everyone that Clubby is evil, and this law must never pass.” “I-I…” Slippers stumbled. “I don't think that's a good idea.” Raw-Raw looked a bit annoyed. “Why not? If we don't take action, then everything is ruined. We mustn't let Clubby have what she wants.” “But, do you realize what will happen to Clubby? What if the former governor comes back, and we have double trouble. I don't think we can handle it. Even if we had support from the whole town.” Raw-Raw realized what Slippers was saying. They had to come of up with a way to prevent Clubby from rising to power again, under any circumstances. “I see your point, but right now we need to deal with this craziness. Clubby cannot be left unchecked right now. We need to take action before it's too late.” Raw-Raw declared. “All right.” Slippers agreed. “But remember, I warned you about what will happen. Remember that, will ya?”

The two of them set off, towards town hall, hoping to stop Clubby. But they had no clue what would happen to them.

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(please don't read without permission aaa this was on impulse ;

I like you. I liked you. I wanna say I’m happy but I don’t know how I should. You make me smile. You make me cry. All of that, but you still didn’t say goodbye. I’m just waiting for you, I’m just saying it’s wrong… So I walk upon the pavement, hoping I can say the words that are slipping off my LIPS. Oh, why do I need to cry for a jerk like you. You left me without any hope. And I’m just waiting on the pavement, for you.

I walk up to your arms every evening. At least that’s what I used to do. Our romance, was perfect, but you didn’t care. You just kept on asking for more. I told you I’d help you get on that bus, but when the day came, you ran away. You kissed me and I cried there but you didn’t care. Was I just a practice toy?

Even when you’re sad I cuddle close and I told you it’d be okay. But those days are over, you only used me. You said it over a text and ran away, at least you could’ve said “I’m sorry..” but it doesn’t matter anymore.

Working hard, forgetting it. Being the best I could be. Walking forward forgetting the crackly cement being my best self it’s so hard.

Hey girl, I’m sorry I left ya, I just wanted to say, that’s it is gonna be okay. I left you cause I know that I wasn’t good enough for someone like ya and I wanted to make sure you were gonna do your best and I crackle and I burn but you somehow make it out and rescue me from the fire, what I’m trying to say is that you’re a flower and I’m the snow you made me better but I didn’t help ya so what I’m tryin to say is I’m sorry.

And even if you hate me so much I know, that you should and I know I’m sorry can you please understand I left for your own good and either way I WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU. So let me go up, and you sink downer nah it should be the opposite. You’re so good just keep being yourself and no one please oh my gosh I just love you so much but I had to leave ya because I loved ya I know it’s so complicated but in my mind it's right. RIGHT.

And even when the sun goes down know that I’ve wanted to return to you as long as I can remember! Ya, so please don’t be sad, please be okay, I don’t wanna see you… cry.

Shedding tears now, being sad, why am I writing this entry in notes I’m so weird it’s so strange to be in love and HATE IT oh why’d he have to leave me. He made me cry and made me mad and I don’t get why I still love him… So please dear, tell me why.

Entry what I don’t get it finished my work starting again I have a cold a stuffy nose breath in and out BREATHS ARE COLd. Air is cold and so are you and I and everyone regardless if they have a heater everyone’s soul is a bit cold but some are warmer than others it’s complex.

Trying to say I love you when I hate you is annoying. You hurt me you made me colder you made the world seem so fragile If I’d said the right words to you would you have stayed here? With me?

Hey I said I’m sorry alright why are we debating this over writing huge paragraphs that are sorta like song lyrics (maybe) over text? I told you I’m sorry and this was for the best!

You’ll find someone who you’ll actually love and that actually can help you out, okay? Like, dude, I don’t get why you’re so mad at me for something like this. Woah I’m not doing lyrics-ish stuff anymore first time *laugh out loud*

Anyways, don’t you see how much pain I AM IN right now? You keep acting as if I’m the only one who is at fault here. You’ve been really rude to me and are always taking all the credit for our relationship being successful; it’s wrong of you. Can’t you try to be more, umm, nice? Do you even care about me? No. You only care about getting in the “Cutest Couples!” section of the yearbook. It’s downright annoying, and not to mention, selfish.

It’s not like you didn’t want any of the popularity that comes with being in the yearbook. And anyways, I actually liked you. A lot. So so much. So just stop. You’re always blaming me for everything and, it’s very very mean. I don’t get why you always act like I’m at fault. I’m a nice person, and so are you. So would you just shut up?

I actually care about you. I love taking pictures and selfies with you, doing cute poses and playing with my dog. So yea, I know what I’m doing. I really, truly liked you. But I guess you don’t feel the same way, which, honestly? It breaks my heart.

BREAKS YOUR HEART? I have had enough trouble, and here you are, saying I broke your heart. You are evil. You tease me and scream at me, you don’t care how I feel. You follow Teen Heart magazines, not your heart. That’s why it’s so hard to like you. That’s why I think we shouldn’t be a thing anymore.

What? Fine. If that’s really how you feel, I guess we don’t need to be. I am never going to say a word to you again, you here? I hate you.

You hate me? Jeez, dude. It’s not like we were gonna be forever.
I’m, I’m crying. You’re so rude to me, you obviously don’t get it. And I guess I didn’t get you. You’re different now. You’re not the person I remember you to be.

You aren’t either.

war: entire cabin must write 4k words
words: 877
challenge: write entirely in second person

You run through an empty and deserted city. Pausing for breath, you stop just behind the “general ore”, as the falling-apart sign proclaims. You poke your head out from behind the building, glancing around. All you see are hollow stores and houses- the perfect example of the city. You relax slightly, assuming that the lack of other things means that you have gotten away from your pursuers. You should have been more vigilant.
You turn back around and see the lead chaser- a short and stubborn human, still dripping water from your last distraction. You try to run, but you are blocked by the second chaser- a tall elf wearing neat robes.
“What do you want from me?” you ask.
The elf starts to respond, then both turn towards the sky as though there had been an explosion. You look up as well and see nothing out of the ordinary. The sky is the same as it has been since you woke up in this strange world- dark, gray, and gloomy. However, you do see an opportunity to get away from them.
You duck between the elf’s legs and take off running. You glance back and see the elf and human running up the building- then flying up towards the sky for some unknown purpose. You continue running, knowing that their tracking technology is far beyond what the world you fell asleep to had developed. Any lead you can get is necessary to elongate your freedom- and, if you find a city that actually is populated, figure out what happened.
You leave the city borders and run to the next. Tall trees that look more like sticks with glowing bulbs attached to them illuminate the path- the path you followed to the previous city, and the path you continue to follow. You don’t understand the trees, but they have kept you safer than when you tried to avoid them, and you are grateful for that at least.
The next city has lights and people, but the blinds over the windows quickly close once the inhabitants see you. Clearly, you are not welcome here. You dash over to the nearest store and hear the humans at the bar talking with each other about what to do about you.
“They have the mark of the Marked,” one says. “The sky-dwellers will give us lots of rewards if we catch them.”
“Shush,” a second says. “They’re listening in. Besides, who says the sky-dwellers won’t make us Marked, too? Anyone’s expendable in their hunting game.”
You wander to the front of the restaurant. The waiter refuses to give you a table, and you sigh. You then walk out, thinking that maybe you should have been happier when it was an abandoned city that you called your temporary residence.
A child on the streets walks by you, then turns and looks at your face. Their eyes widen, and they start running away.
“Wait!” you call after them. “I just want to know why I’m being chased!”
“Momma says not to talk to Marked,” the child shouts back, then speeds up.
You sigh. Clearly, the child will not talk to you even if you chase after them. You walk over to a pond and stare at your reflection.
Instantly, you see why everyone doesn’t want to talk to you. Your entire face is covered with the words “Marked. Do not talk to. Send tip to sky-dwellers if you see as soon as possible.” in red ink.
You stare at your reflection for a little more, then cup your hands and pour some water onto your face. You wipe off the water with the back of your hand and see the words start to fade and blur. After repeating this process multiple times, your face is clear and no longer has a mark.
You begin to feel tired and lie down on the ground, staring up at the sky. The clouds seem particularly malicious today, and if you had been less awake they would have looked like a face. You close your eyes for what feels like only a second, then open them to the loud sound of an alarm.
Your eyes widen in realization of what this means- the chasers are back- and you take off to the next town. You keep running until your legs can no longer run, and you hide in the corner of an alley. However, even this cannot seem to keep your pursuers from finding you.
The elf is back, this time with an answer. “You are part of a group of people who resisted our takeover. You must be eliminated at all costs.”
“Can you at least take me to see who decided that?” you ask. “I mean, before you eliminate me so I know who I defied.”
The elf sighs. “Yes, you may.” They begin running up the wall again, dragging you with them this time. You watch the sky get closer and closer, until you are enveloped in the clouds.
When you emerge, you are greeted by a giant floating island. The elf drags you up a tall staircase, and your head hits each step. When you finally get to the top, you see a golden throne before you. Seated on said throne is… You.

Part #2 (character building)
Name: Lyla
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Species: Human
Personality and traits (205 words): Lyla is often looked upon as amiable and sweet. She tries her best to stay clear-headed and optimistic. She is willing to adjust to everyone's comforts and needs. She acknowledges everyone's best interests. Lyla keeps things realistic and sufficient. She's quite sociable but sometimes needs her own space to think. If you asked one of her classmates or teachers to describe her in a few words, the outcome would be something like charming, friendly, idealistic, or practical. Although she can be bossy with school projects, she strives to make an impact in the best way possible. She takes on tedious tasks school-wise, but often simmers down when she's at home. Unfortunately, she hides her inner personality that is truly simplistic and downright breezy. Lyla masks that “inner personality” by trying to act differently, like amiable and sweet! She really has no reason to, but the perfectionist inside her pushes her to be someone who she isn't. She pushes herself too much that it ends up practically breaking her to the point that she can't focus on schoolwork and other important things. Countless times, she has been noticed by a friend or family member who tries to check in with her and make sure she's okay.
Wants, hopes, strengths (204 words): Lyla is extremely drawn to the idea of being a journalist. She always dreams of being a television journalist. The idea compels her because it's often a lot of work with interesting situations that span many different perspectives and personalities. If she doesn't get into journalism, she hopes to be a writer. Any job that entails writing interests her. Lyla's strengths include determination, charisma, and leadership. Like I said before, the people in her life describe her as independent, confident, brave and much more. She lets these comments motivate her. She seldomly gives up, whether she's on a run with her mom or doing a school project. Her adaptable personality is driven to be perfect. She is a perfectionist, but she attempts to not let it get in the way of important things. Her only wish is to keep everyone safe and peaceful. Even in her darkest days, she will always let the light shine through. She is also very good at other more “physical” things, like stamina, ability to hyperfocus, and fast finger. She hyperfocuses and basically blocks out any distractions. This is convenient for many things, but can also get in the way of other people (I'll talk about that another time!).
Dislikes and fears: Lyla strongly dislikes blunt people. It distracts her and quite frankly upright annoys her. Out of all people, blunt people annoy her the most. Her biggest fear is cynophobia, which is the fear of dogs. Being close to a dog makes her feel super uncomfortable. She had a childhood dog when she was about six years old, and it didn't end well. It attacked her a few weeks after they adopted it. She now has a scar on her arm, and whenever she looks at it, she has the memories of her childhood dog attacking her. If she does come across a dog, she will do everything she can to get away.

(total: 546 words!)

Weekly #2 - Part 2

Name: Jordyn Taylor
Age: 12
Species: Human

Personality and traits - 204/200 words
Jordyn is very carefree and creative. She likes doing things her own way and doesn’t care what anybody else thinks about her. She’s outgoing and extroverted, and loves being around other people. She is adventurous and a risk taker. She is very messy, but also artistic and creative. She gets along well with almost everybody. She doesn’t like doing what people tell her to do, which gets her in trouble a lot. She especially loves exploring things she doesn’t know much about. She doesn’t have a preference between being outdoors or indoors, she loves both equally. She is flexible, optimistic and open minded. She is a huge feminist. She doesn’t have a very long attention span, which also gets her in trouble sometimes. She doesn’t hold grudges for very long, and isn’t easily annoyed. She lies sometimes, but not too much, and never about something she cares about. Another thing that gets her in trouble a lot is that she’s impatient and talks back whenever she disagrees with something. She has a big mouth and is very opinionated, which can also sometimes cause drama and get her in trouble. Jordyn’s main and most important traits are that she is creative, flexible, adventurous, and extraverted.

Wants, hopes, and strengths - 203/200 words
Jordyn really wants to explore more things in her lifetime. She wants to be a scientist when she grows up to discover lots of new things. She wants to always have lots of friends that are there for her, and she wants to be there for them too. She hopes to take lots of trips to places she’s never seen before, to explore. One of her biggest strengths is science, which is another reason she wants to be a scientist when she grows up. She especially wants to be a biologist, and explore animals. Another strength of hers is pretty obvious, creativity. She’s very creative and always has an idea. She does hope to get in trouble less, but not if it stops her from being adventurous. She wants and hopes to do better in math, as math is a big part of science. Drawing is also something she wants to get better at. She’s already an amazing artist, but she wants to be even better. She hopes that in her life, she meets lots more different kinds of people, different kinds of food, and can see and explore many different places. She wants to travel as much as possible to do that.

Dislikes and fears - 110/100 words
Jordyn isn’t scared of much, since she loves things she doesn’t know much about. Her biggest out of a few fears is death. She’s not willing to take a risk if it means risking her life. Something she dislikes is boredom. She hates being bored and not having anything to do. If she finds something boring, she usually refuses to do it. She absolutely hates animal abusers. Lots of people dislike them, but Jordyn hates them more than most and will do anything she can to stop them, even though there’s not much she can do. She also doesn’t like being told what to do or how to do it.

Cabin war proof
1022 words
Warning: f1ghting, d34th


A witch, for these were the times where both witches and faeries coexisted at the same time, but the witches focused their powers towards evil while faeries brought good, circles around a cauldron, intoning a spell, or rather, in this case, a curse. She was attempting the impossible, what no one had ever tried, or even dreamed of, before. She continued to mutter gibberish, until she finished with a resounding command of, “Now rise with thee!” She waited with bated breath, hoping dearly that her master plan would succeed. The objective: to create another fully-grown witch to do her bidding, to make something out of nothing. Or, at least, out of only spells and a cauldron, nothing else. For a moment, it seemed as though nothing would happen, until the cauldron began to smoke. It began as small waves of steam, quickly evolving into large, green plumes of smoke. Belinda, for that was the malicious witch’s name, cackled evilly. She raised her arms to the sky, using her mind and telekinesis to will the witch to rise from the cauldron. “And for thee, my dearest,” she cried, “I shall call thee Selui, a name fit for the one who will change the world, and for the one who will dominate it alongside me!”

Selui rose reluctantly from the cauldron as her name was called, for these were the rules of using summoning spells. It was a pity, really. Selui was rather enjoying inhabiting the cauldron as its resident spirit. Before their birth, as preparation for their powers, faeries and witches became cauldron spirits, living inside their designated cauldron until they were summoned or their services were required. They weren’t quite like ghosts, or like genies, although the cauldron spirits may possibly have led to these fictional stories. However, they, contrary to popular belief, could not grant wishes, nor did they exit the cauldron when an ordinary mortal touched it, sadly enough for some. “My child!” cried Belinda happily, but her voice suddenly turned harsh as she ordered, “You will obey my rule without question, for I am the one who summoned you!” Selui chuckled quietly as she thought, “Yeah, right. Like you could ever control me. You have no idea what you just did, summoning me from that cauldron. I’m going to do everything in my power to protect the world from you, the one who ruined my life, and your wrath.”

From that day onward, Selui vowed to make Belinda’s life as difficult as she could in any and every possible way, until the day came when they would face off against each other in an ultimate battle of two stages:both power and wits. For now, Selui stuck with mild annoyances, like offering to wash the dishes but making them dirtier instead, or overwatering the magical plants so that they let out an ear-splitting wail until the next day’s sunrise. By the time Selui was thirteen years old, although she still looked like she was at least one hundred years old, Belinda became so fed up with Selui’s pestering that she kicked Selui out. This was the day when Selui decided to challenge Belinda’s forced rule. Belinda agreed to the terms of ancient witch and faerie battle, in which the two contestants competed for a right to an item or idea, in this case freedom, in a competition consisting of two rounds.

In round one, the battle of the wits, Selui and Belinda competed against each other, seeing who was able to solve complex math or reasoning problems first. The winner of round one, which was clearly Belinda, seeing as she had received a proper education for many years, and she also had many more years of wisdom and experience than Selui, received an advantage in round two: access to one non-magical weapon of her choosing, although she would be allowed to enchant it, if desired, during the competition.

Selui glared at Belinda, who held a lasso, one of the chosen weapons of witches and faeries, with an angry fire burning in her eyes. Selui was prepared to attack the evil witch for as long as she could, and if she lost…

Selui and Belinda battled viciously for over five minutes. Every time one launched an attack, the other deflected it easily, then countered it with an attack of her own. This process continued for a short while, until, finally, Belinda collapsed in pa1n and exhaustion.

“Victory goes to… Selui!” called the automated system. Selui exited the field, exhausted. As a prize for winning, Belinda gifted Selui with her very own houseboat, which Selui used to start a business selling souvenirs and antiquities, which quickly flourished as she traveled from town to town, offering her services and delivering packages. Soon after the battle, Belinda passed away, leaving Selui to live out the rest her days alone, in peace, as she had always desired. Except living alone is not as fun as it sounds, and it is much lonelier than one might expect…

One day, when Selui was traveling to Porttown to deliver a package, wild storms appeared out of nowhere, knocking her boat severely off course. She drifted for a while, until she appeared at a seemingly abandoned island, where she discovered one of Belinda’s curses drifting around, destroying everything in its path, creating an arid desert as it went. Selui got to work destroying it as part of her vow to undo all the harm that Belinda had caused. In doing so, she officially became a faerie, vowing to forever do more harm than good, thus wiping out the entire race of who he’s, hence why only faeries exist now. When she finished, she built a gray, heavily fortified prison in the desert that the curse had created, then founded a town on the island, giving herself partial citizenship in the form of an entry pass. However, Selui knew that she would never, could never be known as the founder of the town, much to her dismay, because no one could ever know of her existence. Instead, she would forever be known as a friendly, unusual, and lonely antiquities seller.

Weekly 2
part 1 (387 words):

pi: Sam scrolled through their recommended videos. As they went further and further down the list, their mind drifted away. Just as their fingers' movements became automatic, something happened that shocked them from their reverie.
honey: They scrolled back up, trying to find it again. Had that been their face on that thumbnail? It couldn't be - but when they spotted the video again, it was them! They scrunched their forehead as they wondered when the photo had been taken.
pi: Sam searched their brain for a time that the picture could've come from. They didn't go outside very often, so there weren't that many personalities…. Sam tried to contort their face to match the one in the picture. Glancing at the mirror, they saw that it looked nothing like the one in the thumbnail. How did the video's creators get that image when they couldn't even make that face?
honey: Several times, they moved their mouse to click the video and then moved it away again. As much as they wracked their brain, they couldn't remember anything that might have ended up in a Youtube video, and they weren't sure if they wanted to know. Maybe they had sleep-walked outside and somehow ended up climbing - on top of a building? Did that photo show them standing on top of a building? They rubbed their eyes.
pi: After a couple more seconds of indecision, they took a deep breath, closed their eyes, and clicked on the video. Only until they heard the nasally voice of the narrator did they reopen their eyes - and what they saw shocked them. “Breaking news - this young child has been seen stealing plants from other peoples' houses!”
honey: They… did really like plants. Not the ones they were allergic too, of course, which was a lot, but the other plants were wonderful. They didn't think it could be considered stealing if they saw dying plants and decided that they'd take better care of them. Maybe it was technically, but morally? They were saving the plants!
pi: In fact, Sam remembered reading a book where the main character made a garden by snipping bits of plants that were on the sidewalk. They had always followed that rule, so why were they being targetted now? They kept watching the video. “This dastardly flora-thief has been seen recently around the Greentree neighborhood, so beware of them!” Sam smiled. At least they got their pronouns right.
honey: They were going to have to be more discreet in their plant-saving endeavors, they realized. Perhaps they could assume a superhero identity… Super Plant! No, that wasn't any good. After brainstorming ideas on an index card, they decided on The Plant Rescuer. It worked for the time being, at least. They found a green hoodie lying in their closet and wrote “Plant Rescuer” in black block letters on the back.
pi: Sam looked at the hoodie. The letters looked a little wonky - they had never been the best at penmanship - but it would have to do. Donning it, and putting on a face mask both for safety and for anonymity, Sam went outside.
It was dusk: the night beginning to set in, and the last remnants of the sun illuminating the wispy clouds in a beautiful sunset. Soon, it would be perfect conditions for plant-rescue.
honey: They stood up straight and looked ahead as they walked, trying to look inconspicuous. They were going to Aspen Way, where they knew there would be a house with a dying garden. Several times, they passed others going for evening walks and sped up. No one seemed to think anything out of the ordinary was going on, fortunately.
Only the streetlights illuminated Aspen Way when they arrived. They crept along the street and stopped in front of a familiar house. This was where plants needed rescuing.
pi: Wait a moment… Sam blinked at the house. Wait, this- this- this was their house! Sam could see the little window with their foster plants. They could even see their father puttering around in the kitchen, preparing a week's worth of breakfasts ahead of time. This couldn't be right. How had they gotten back here? What was happening?? The plants at their house were well-taken care of… right?





Sam woke up. “God, that was so weird,” they said, and jumped onto the floor - inadvertently stepping on a little succulent.

part 2 (507 words):
Name: Nikki
Age: 1 year
Species: Cat
Personality and Traits: Nikkie, being a cat, is incredibly lazy, preferring to lounge around all day instead of exploring. She spends around half of her day sleeping, and the other half eating and laying down. However, there are a couple of things that excite her, including her favorite humans and eating really good food. Also, sometimes she feels the urge to walk outside and see the world — but that strikes rarely and never for too long. One time she did do it, and very nearly got greviously injured, but this did not teach her any real lesson. She does not go out because of laziness, not because of fear. Nikkie is quite fearless, but only because she has not encountered anything truly scary yet — she has been quite sheltered by her humans.
Nikkie appreciates all the things that her humans do for her, including making her a little climbing tower. She feels that since they do so much for her, she must be someone incredibly important to them — perhaps they believe that she created them? She is not sure, but due to her laziness she does not particularly care to find out. Besides, it’s fun for her to think that she’s a goddess.
Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Nikkie’s wants are pretty simple — to eat, sleep, and continue living her uneventful life. However, this is mostly because it is the only thing she has known. In truth, she would enjoy the thrill of a hunt and would find excitement in a chase; however, since she has never experienced these things, she does not know yet. (It is like living your entire life in black and white — then one day suddenly discovering that vibrant colors exist). Once she experiences those things, there is no going back for her.
Nikkie doesn’t hope for anything. Having gotten used to her monotonous existence, she does not comprehend the idea of change — believing that this is how things always were and always have been. Because of this, she can’t wish for anything — for to wish would mean wanting change, and Nikkie knows not of change.
Nikkie does not have many strengths; her lack of physical exercise and sedentary lifestyle have left her mostly weak in terms of muscle. However, because she is so used to her current life, and because she likes the reliability and predictability of it all, she is willing to go to great lengths to fight for it — or for anything she loves, for that matter.
Dislikes and Fears: Nikkie dislikes having to move just for someone else (which is very selfish and self-centered). She also dislikes someone interrupting her way of doing things, even though they might be better — feeling that that disrupts her creativity and her way of living. She fears water, like many cats, as well as the idea that she isn’t the most important organism in the entire world. She fears and mistrusts large dogs, although she thinks that small dogs are kind of pathetic. She is also afraid of children, finding them spontaneous and unpredictable. Although she does not know it yet, she fears change.

part 3 (400 words):
The story will take 100 years in the future, in an autocratic monarchy ruled by an old queen. Most everyone is prosperous in this country — it has not been involved in war in a long time, and many of its citizens have only known fortune and happiness. However, this prosperity disguises the fact that the entire country is controlled by one person, with little others having part in the decision-making or the exceution of how the country is run. This leads to trouble, because the day the story is set is one day after the death of the queen is revealed to the country. This upends the existing social structure, and reveals to the entire nation how lucky they
were before — and how hard they must try now.
There are various claimants to the throne, including the queen’s daughter and her wife, and the queen’s grandnephew, both of which claim to be capable of bringing peace back to the country. However, there is a growing movement of people — primarily the young — who are opposed to returning to a monarchy, and see this as the perfect opportunity to change the governing system of the country. These revolutionaries tend to dwell in the mountains.
While people squabble over the right to lead the country, many people who had been treated fairly under the old system — such as the frail, the physically disabled, and the very old — are beginning to be harmed by those who consider themselves stronger. Some of these people have discovered Darwin’s theory of evolution (which had fallen out of favor over the years) and are using it as their holy creed and as an excuse for attacking these people.
The country is relatively small, with only a few million people spread over land the size of Italy. Urban centers comprise the majority of the population, but there are small settlements dotting the countryside. Most of the land is grassy and flat; however, the country is divided into two by an intimidating mountain range. Under the queen’s rule, the two distinct cultures of the two sides of the country had gradually mixed and became one unified one, but old traditions still remain.
The country had limited trade and military relations with other countries, preferring to remain self-sufficient. However, this also means that the country is not receiving humanitarian aid — it is even being ignored unless it actively threatens other countries.

part 4 (150 words):
Your main character’s doing something without paying attention — walking with their head down, or reading a book, or something like that. After a while, they look up, confused by the sudden and complete silence — and notice that everyone around them is frozen in place. They are completely still. They don’t seem to be breathing, and their hearts aren’t beating, but your character can tell that they are not dead. Your character rushes to check and see if their favorite / most important person is okay. When your main character sees that that person is moving (their mouth is opening and closing, and their chest is moving as they breathe), they relax — until they heard what the person is saying: “Save me. Save me. Save me.” over and over and over again. Scared and confused, your character must figure out what’s happening to everyone, and why they’re the only one not afflicted.

part 5 (1213 words):
character by galaxy_awesome https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=65#post-6111320
setting by kiju_the_rainwing https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=63#post-6110341
premise by bellevue91 https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=63#post-6110522

Neavin trudged to the door of his house, being extra-careful not to accidentally hit the decorative vase given to him by his best friend. (He had the destroyed the one before, making his friend very sad, and had promised to not break this one.) Making sure he had the key to his mother’s house safely in his most secure pocket — he had a habit of forgetting it — he departed.
He waved to his cloud-island neighbors (a little sprite named Pip and a friendly wraith without a name). Neither of them noticed. Had he done something wrong??? This was a terrible start to his day. Trying to put it out of his mind, he made his way to the center of the islands. He sighed. He still didn’t have a steady job, so his little house was the only thing he could afford (and besides, he loved it with all his heart), but he hated having to cross the shaky rope bridges between the islands. It would’ve been easier if he was something smaller, like an elf, or better yet something that could fly — but no, he was a giant. With every step, he felt the bridge sink a foot below him. It was terrifying, and why Neavin hated going out.
The only reason why Neavin was leaving his house today was because his mom was calling him, and… Neavin shuddered. His mom was absolutely terrifying. Even though she was a bigger giant than he, she managed to be completely elegant — nothing like the clumsy oaf that he was. And for some reason, whenever his mom asked him to do something, Neavin just couldn’t say no: his mouth froze up and he couldn’t refuse at all. He sighed. Someday he would have to learn how to stand up to his mom.
Even thinking about her made him nervous, so Neavin decided to just focus on the present, which was traversing the endless bridges. It was still fall, so the bridges weren’t icy yet, but the wind was starting to pick up… Neavin shuddered. No one knew what would happen if you fell off the islands, but everyone knew that it was bad. He tightened his grip on the barely-together ropes and slowly but surely inched forward.
Every time he reached the next island, he relaxed a little. This time, he decided to take a small break — gently setting himself down on the clouds (making sure that he wasn’t crushing anything) and laying down. He stared up at the sky, observing the soft shades of blue and the little wispy clouds that were even higher above them. Eventually, his eyelids closed.
A while later, he was awakened by a little tapping on his stomach. Panicking, he sat up. The sky wasn’t that much darker than it was before, but it was still lost time that he’d have to make up by crossing the bridges faster. Neavin shuddered again. He looked at his stomach, trying to discover what it was, and saw a little mouse-person lying flat on their back. Neavin immediately felt sorry — of course their fast movement had upended them.
“Aaaaa, sorry! Aaaa what can I do to make it up? I’m so sorry!”
Gently, Neavin picked up the mouse and put them next to him, then crouched down so they were around the same height. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it would have to do.
The mouse opened their mouth and said, “It’s okay, really. I just lost a little thing and I was hoping you might’ve seen it? It was a big key, about the size of your foot, and I dropped it and it skittered somewhere over here. I was just looking for it. Sorry for interfering.”
Neavin, eager to help, replied hastily. “It’s nothing! And a key, you say? I have one that kind of fits that description, but that one is mine — or more specifically my mother’s — so I doubt that it’s yours.”
A gleam returned to the mouse’s eyes. “Huh. Does your mother happen to be the Duchess Raveina? Because I was just sent by her to retrieve that key. Would you do me a favor and tell me where it is in your house?”
The mouse seemed nice enough, but there was something about it that Neavin didn’t trust. Delaying a little, Neavin said, “How do you know my mom? I didn’t know she had many friends.” He cringed. That sounded like he was insulting his mom! “Out of choice, of course. Many people would love to be her friend.”
“Oh… I met her at… a party,” the mouse said. Neavin frowned. He didn’t know that his mom was a party person — he thought she prefered to stay inside and read.
He decided to dig further. “What sort of party was it?”
“Just a dance party.”
Okay, this definitely didn’t line up with his mother. She could dance, but she hated performing for other people. Something wasn’t right.
“But anyways, where’s the key? You can just tell me and I can get it for her.” The mouse leaned closer, expecting a response. “You can say it really quietly if you want.”
Neavin tapped his hidden pocket, making sure the key’s still there, and wracked his brain for the hardest-to-find part of his house. He decided on the restroom — the door handle was up pretty high, and it would be difficult for the mouse to reach it. “Uhh… it’s under a tile in the upstairs restroom. It might be a bit hard for you to get, but I believe you can. Should I stay here till you get it?”
The mouse smiled — with a hint of menace, Neavin thinks. The mouse scutterd off.
Phew. In the moment, Neavin had been shielded from the anxiety of talking and lying to a stranger by pure adrenaline, but the stress was starting to hit. What could he do what could he do whatcouldhedowhatcouldhedowhatcouldhedo. He took deep breaths, and steeled himself to the gauntlet ahead of him.
He would have to cross the numerous bridges connecting him to the middle islands, where his mom lived, and at a speed that he wasn’t used to. Then, he would… he would… he would have to talk to his mom and explain himself. Then, if it turned out that the mouse was her friend — however unlikely that may be — he would have to apologize and he would feel horrible and gosh… What had he gotten himself into?
More deep breaths. One thing at a time. Looking furtively behind him, he carefully walks to the next bridge and starts walking. One step at a time. Don’t look down. Right, left, right, left. His breathing calmed down, his heart rate slowed. Breathe. Breathe. Right, left.
Before he knew it, he reached the next island. Neavin was surprised — that went quite fast. He started on the next bridge. Right, left, right, left, rightleftrightleftrightleft. His steps blurred into each other. His head cleared of everything except for his goal.
He made it to his mother’s house, slightly out of breath. He knocked. The door opened.
“Mother, I have your key.”
He explained it all. His mother hugged him and thanked him.
Gathering his courage, he said, “But I won’t run errands for you anymore.”
He walked away.

total: 387+507+400+150+1213 = 2657 words!

Weekly 2:

Part 1. Short story collab with Ham19-01-2011: 349 words from me (Ham19-01-2011 already did part one with someone else so she didn't need the words with me.)

Ham19-01-2011
Dave was woken up by the constant ping of his alarm clock. Resisting the temptation to snooze, he streched and jumped off his bed.


coolgirl100-
He started to do his everyday routine of dressing, going down for a breakfast of coffee and toast, brushing his teeth, and cycling to work. But, unlike all the other days, today was unusual.


Ham19-01-2011
Whenever looked out of the window, something extraordinary happened. The first time, all the lampposts turned on.

coolgirl100-
Something was beginning to be realised again in Dave's eyes. Something colourful in the everyday shades of grey. Like a candle lit within the gloomy darkness.


Ham19-01-2011
Something…. new. His living room faded away, and Dave found himself in a beautiful garden.

coolgirl100-
It was a little wild, with vines and carnivorous plants, but it was beautiful. It had plants and ferns in every shade of green, and sweet flowers in the form of bushes and blossoms from the trees. grass grew in long meadow-like stalks. Ivy and moss were entwined on the brown trunks of trees. The air was alive with buzzing and rustling and sweet trilling. Dave had read about colour and other life, but this was something new.

Ham19-01-2011
Suddenly, a voice floated through the air, “Enjoying yourself?”


coolgirl100-
Dave looked around, spotting a stag-like creature behind him. “Human, you have no right to be here after what you had done to the world. Stay away from our last colour!” The stag's voice lowered threateningly. “Or we'll make you.”

Ham19-01-2011
Petrified, Dave thought about it: he didn't want to leave but the stag would make him leave. What should he do?


coolgirl100-
“I-if you want,” Dave stammered. “I could help you-w-what if we can let this grow and grow until colour and nature returns?” he asked hopefully. The stag shook their head. “No, that will not work. The other humans would get rid of all that colour and we cannot risk this garden going as well.” “But what if we kept the growing as a secret? You can trust me, right?” Dave replied.


Ham19-01-2011
The stag cleared his throat. “You are to leave, we do not trust any humans and you are no different,” the stag says.


coolgirl100-
Dave stood fixed on the spot. “Okay, I won't have to do anything, but I'll let this garden grow, in secret, and you can't stop me.” And with that, He turned to walk away.

Ham19-01-2011
“We will see about how you will achieve that impossible feat; it is almost impossible for you to return and even if you do, you will be driven out of here by us. I am simply showing mercy: if it had been one of my friends here, you would have been attacked already,” the stag said, evidently getting agitated.


coolgirl100-
Dave shook his head. “Fool,, you only irritate me. If you just threaten me further and further. I'll just have to make you be quiet. I'm trying to help you! Don't you want that?!” Dave's voice got louder and louder. “Or do you just want to cause trouble for yourself!? You just seem to make everything worse, even when it's supposed to be for the better!!”


2. Character development:538 words
Name: Lucia Platina
Age: 6 years old
Species: Forest child

Personality and traits:207 words
Lucia is mischievous and quick on her feet, and is also a little competitive. She hates the humans that come into her forest, but again and again she is told not to go close to them. So, instead, she likes to wish bad luck and misfortune upon those she dislikes, and pulls almost dangerous pranks on them if bad luck on it's own is not enough. Around friends, though, she can be really friendly. She is always making them laugh and making sure they have lots and lots of fun. She is horrible to enemies, and fun-loving to friends. Her friends acknowledge her bitterness, but there is nothing to do about it. Lucia is also very defensive and always stands up to the things she loves most, even if she's having to be mean about it. That sort of explains her unforgiving cruelness. She is incredibly mature for a 6-year-old, but she can be nasty to those who call her things like “little girl.” Lucia is a forest child, which is a type of forest spirit. and the kind nature of forest spirits expect her to be kind too, but Lucia is just not nice at all unless she likes you. And she like only some.

Hopes, wants and strengths:201 words
Lucia's one true desire is for all humans to be gone. Everyday they come and disturb the deep dark woods she lives in. They chop the trees, leave muddy footprints, take photos, so on and so forth. There used to be humans that lived here, and they weren't actually bad. It's just the humans from outside worlds such as so-called “cities”. Despite being a vengeful character, Lucia is longs for peace and tranquility and it to be just her, the other spirits in the forest, the sun hidden behind the trees, the faraway calls of thrushes, a


(I had part 3 and 4, but they got deleted!! I just can't believe it.)

Mariana dashed through the forest, searching for an answer. The answer to what, she was unsure of. All she knew was that she needed it. She wouldn’t give up until she found it. She ran, pushing weeds and branches out of her way. She was scared, -very scared- but she wouldn’t show it. She needed to be fearless if she was going to console her cargo. She was carrying her younger sister, Margaret. Margaret was crying and she was scared. Mariana would do everything she could to make sure her sister was happy and safe. Even if it meant leaving the only home they’d ever known. The orphanage. The orphanage was where they had lived since they could remember. But the woman who owned it had passed just hours before. Neither of the girls could bear being there any longer. They would search until they found a new home.
Mariana continued racing through the forest, carrying her young three-year-old sister.
Suddenly, she tripped on a rock. She threw Margaret in the air before she landed on her. Luckily, Margaret landed on her feet. Mariana however, did not.
“Mari?” Margaret called.
Mariana called back to her, “I’m fine, Margaret.”
Mariana got back up and scooped Margaret in her arms. She continued walking again. Mariana glanced up at the sun. Her eyes widened at the sight of the low sun. She began to run fast again, clinging on to Margret with one hand, pushing branches away with the other.
“Mari? You ‘k’?” Margaret asked
“Yeah, I’m ‘k’.” Mariana replied
Whilst briefly chatting with Margaret, she had slowed down to a walk. She began to pick up the pace again, this time she only speed-walked, rather than running. This was draining her energy. She couldn’t go on much longer.
By this time, the sun was almost fully set. They needed to find a place to rest.
Mariana slowed down and began scanning the forest for a hollow tree or an abandoned cave. Sadly, there weren’t any in sight. She set Margaret down on the ground.
Suddenly, something caught Mariana’s eye. A giant redwood tree with a large, wide, trunk. She grabbed a small pocket knife from one of her backpack pockets and carved out a small hole in the tree. Mariana shuffled around in another pocket for a match. When she finally got her hands on one, she struck it against a nearby rock and watched the little flame get larger. She then set it in the little hole she had carved in the tree. The small flame spread quickly, soon there was a small fire and a larger hole.
“Meggie, we’re going to take a little walk, okay?” Mariana said to her sister. She was worried that the fire may spread and become urgently large. They weren’t firefighters, after all.
Margaret nodded and took Mariana’s hand. They began walking through the woods again. Mariana was sure that she wouldn’t lose where the tree was, as there was a bright glow coming from behind them.
An hour had passed and it had become too dark to see anything, so the girls headed toward the glow. When they arrived there was still a fire, though it was much smaller.
Mariana took her water canteen and poured it on the fire to douse the flames. When they were extinguished, Mariana stepped into the newly hollowed out tree. It was very warm inside. She pulled a blanket out of her backpack and laid it down. She gestured for Margaret to come in.
The second Margaret stepped in, her eyes widened with awe.
“This is our new home, Margie!” Mariana exclaimed. She then gestured for Magaret to lay down on the blanket.
Margaret did as told. Mariana laid down beside her and pulled the blanket over her and her sister.
“Night-night, Margie,” Mariana said as she ran her hand over Margarets eyelids, making them close drowsily.
“Night-night, Mari.” Margaret replied.

They awoke in the morning and stepped out of their tree.
“Margie?” Mariana asked quietly.
“Yeah, Mari?” Margaret replied.
“Do you want to go back to the orphanage?”
“No.” Margaret replied.
“I can’t promise every night will be like last night,” Mariana stated as she stood up.
“It’ll be ‘k’ if you’re here,” Margaret smiled as she stood up as well.
Mariana smiled and took Margaret’s hand.
“Yeah, it’ll be ‘k’.”
They then walked out of the tree and into the forest.
“We’re going to find some berries for lunch, ‘k’?” Mariana said.
“What ‘bout breakfast?” Margaret asked.
“No, we can only have lunch and maybe dinner now.” Mariana replied.
“My tummy’s growling.” Margaret stated.
“I know, but we can’t get it.”
The two girls wandered through the forest until they came across a bush full of berries. Mariana pulled a book out of her backpack and opened it up.
“These berries can be eaten!” Mariana exclaimed.
“I pick ‘em!” Margaret squealed.
She began plucking the berries off of the bush excitedly and stuffing them in her house.
“Margie! We need to save those for later!” Mariana laughed as she took the berries from Margaret.
“How about you pick them and I hold them?” Mariana asked in a motherly voice.
Margaret nodded, “‘k’!”

They spent the rest of the morning picking berries (and eating a few). They finally decided to head back to their tree.
On their way back, Mariana spotted a rock that had been hollowed out into a bowl-like shape.
“We can carry the berries in this!” Mariana exclaimed.
“Ooh!” Margaret screeched excitedly.
Mariana dropped the berries into the ‘bowl’, and continued walking.
“99 bottles of ‘ting’ on the wall, 99 bottles of ‘ting’! Take one down and pass it around, 17 bottles of ‘ting’ on the wall!” Margaret sang as she skipped ahead of Mariana.
“Margie, slow down!” Mariana called. But Margaret had already reached their hollowed out tree.
It was right then when Mariana realized that she’d come a long way since running through the forest, nervously. She couldn’t believe that it had only been yesterday. It felt like it was ages ago.
She eventually reached the tree. Inside, she could see Margaret sleeping peacefully on the blanket.
Their new life had finally begun.

Wings of Sky
Fanfiction Cabin Weekly: A Wings of Fire AU

Written by Wari
1481 words

“The largest egg in mountain high will give to you the wings of sky…”

— The Dragonet Prophecy

Hvitur struggled through the air, beating his wings desperately. He didn’t know how far behind him the SkyWing and SandWing soldiers were, but he didn’t dare lose time looking back. He was almost there, and just had to get over the mountains.
Then he looked down, and his heart nearly stopped. An enormous pale golden dragon stood on a rocky ledge below, her onyx eyes glimmering in the flashes of lightning streaking through the air. Beside her, two dragons shot into the air, flying toward him with deathly speed.
With only seconds to react, he inhaled sharply, then shot a blast of frostbreath at the first attacker, who fell to the ground, shrieking as its wet scales blackened from the piercing cold. The second soldier dodged, giving Hvitur enough time to shoot into the clouds.
He aimed another blast over his shoulder as the thick fog engulfed him. A wail from behind told him he had hit his mark, followed by a furious roar as he disappeared into the sky.
That was close, the IceWing thought, shaking himself with a clatter of scales. He clutched the egg tighter. Without the SkyWing dragonet, how would this war ever end?


Horizon’s belly felt like it was flipping in frantic circles. She watched the boulder that covered the entrance anxiously, wondering when Tsunami and Clay would get back.
Behind her, she could hear Sunny and Starflight flapping around the tunnel, but she wasn’t paying much attention to what they were doing. Why is it taking so long? Has something gone wrong?
Then, as she was about to start pacing, she heard a small groan from the entrance. Almost unable to believe her eyes, she watched as it shifted slowly, rolling along the wall. Relief flooded her as she rushed forward to greet the MudWing and SeaWing dragonets.
“Come on! Time to go!” Horizon called back to Sunny and Starflight. Then a large shadow fell across them, cutting off the entrance, their only escape route.
Panic and disbelief coursed through Horizon as a battalion of SkyWings rushed into the room. Dragons were shouting and fighting and dying, but everything passed in a strange blur. She saw her friends pinned to the ground, her guardians fighting and falling and fleeing. But one thing stood clear.
The enormous orange SkyWing, who had introduced herself as Queen Scarlet, grinned down at Horizon maliciously. “You won’t escape me again, dragonet.”

The Next Day

Horizon watched blankly as the guards dragged her back to her pillar. Blue stains covered her talons, and the chill of frostbreath was biting into her side. I did it to save them, she thought, trying not to regret her decision to volunteer to fight instead of Starflight, Clay, or Tsunami.
As the guards clamped the chains back on her, she tried to convince herself that it had been her life or his. He would have done the same to me if he’d had the chance. But she couldn’t forget Fjord’s eyes, staring at her in terror.
The IceWing had been a prisoner, just like her. And he had looked and fought so much like their guardian Hvitur, the one who’d rescued her when Scarlet had killed all the other SkyWing dragonets.
Horizon curled up with a shiver. Maybe she could escape the cold if she slept…


The following morning, Horizon wasn’t quite sure how she felt about the trial she had just watched. Apparently, Kestrel’s long-lost daughter was Scarlet’s crazy, murderous champion. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose, she thought, remembering how Kestrel had treated her as she grew up. The SkyWing guardian had always preached what a disappointment Horizon was to the tribe, pushing her harder in training than any of the other dragonets.
But Horizon’s clumsy wings or talons or tail always got in the way, tripping her up and sending her into a faceplant while Kestrel seared her with firebreath. Horizon was better at fighting in open space, where her size wasn’t used to her disadvantage. That’s probably why I won the—NOPE. Don’t think about the arena.
She shook her head, shoving the disturbing memories deep down. The SkyWing closed her eyes, slumping on the stone. I hope we get out of here soon.


With a clattering hiss, the clamps binding Horizon’s wings fell to the ground. Peril went on to free Tsunami and Starflight as well. Clay was already stretching his wings, and Horizon joined him in looking out over the mountains.
“Now what?” she wondered aloud.
“First, we’ll rescue Sunny and get away from this horrible place,” Tsunami replied, shaking her wings out.
“Then, we should free Kestrel, and figure out what to do next,” Clay proposed.
As the dragonets discussed their next steps, Horizon let their voices fade into the background. Her life had been spent imprisoned, first in the cave, then in the SkyWings’ palace. But now, they were finally free, to find their own destinies, and maybe even stop the war.

Author’s Note

This AU took a lot more words than I was expecting, and I haven’t even gotten all the way through the alternate timeline for the first book. So, here’s a briefer summary of how the rest of this AU will lead:

Instead of turning them in to Scarlet, Peril helps the dragonets escape. They rescue Sunny and Kestrel, and flee the SkyWing palace.

The dragonets refuse to return to the Talons of Peace with Kestrel, and instead decide to explore Pyrrhia and find their families. Horizon learns that her parents were SkyWing soldiers, both killed after Scarlet learned that their egg was stolen.

The others also learn where they came from, and they decide to go to the Mud Kingdom first, to find Clay’s family. Peril turns down her offer to travel with them, and decides to leave with Kestrel instead.

In the Mud Kingdom, Horizon and Clay meet Clay’s mother and siblings. Morrowseer appears, and gives Starflight secret orders to choose Blister for the prophecy.

Then, they decide to travel to the Kingdom of the Sea. Meanwhile, Peril gets into an argument with her mother and leaves the Talons of Peace. Kestrel is murdered by Blister and Morrowseer.

In the Kingdom of the Sea, events proceed as canon. Meanwhile, in the Rainforest Kingdom, Glory has grown up as a normal RainWing dragonet. However, she maintains her independence and sarcasm, and is one of the only dragons to start investigating after RainWings start disappearing.

The dragonets flee the Kingdom of the Sea, and Webs is injured by Blister’s poisonous barb. The SkyWings, led by Queen Scarlet, and the SeaWings are chasing them, so the dragonets head into the rainforest, reasoning that the RainWings are the only tribe that won’t attack them.

Deathbringer is given orders to get rid of Tsunami, for ruining Blister’s plans in the Sea Kingdom.

The dragonets meet the RainWings, including Glory. While the RainWing healers try to help Webs, Glory learns about the prophecy and the world outside the rainforest, and enlists the dragonets in helping her solve the mystery of the missing RainWings.

They discover the tunnel in the rainforest, and head through it. Glory and Mangrove try to find the missing dragons in the Ice Kingdom, but they don’t find anything. Glory, disguised as an IceWing, meets Deathbringer, who is following the dragonets.

After searching the IceWing outpost, Glory brings Blaze to meet the dragonets. Just like in canon, Deathbringer tries to kill Blaze. But he’s driven off by Glory and Horizon.

They learn that cactus juice can help Webs, and bring some back to the rainforest.

This is as far as I got with the Wings of Fire AU. As a summary, most events stayed the same as in the canon, except:
1. The SkyWing is alive, and is called Horizon.
2. Glory grew up in the rainforest.
3. Events in Scarlet’s arena unfold a little differently.
4. Scarlet is still queen of the SkyWings.

As the AU goes on, Scarlet’s presence is probably going to majorly change things. Glory, with help of the dragonets, might still discover the NightWings’ secret plot and rescue the captured RainWings. She might still become queen of the RainWings, but may not be as successful as in the canon, due to the education that she never got.

The NightWings might succeed in stealing the rainforest, or they might still fail, but it isn’t likely that Glory would be able to control them as well if she became their queen.

Overall, at this point, the events start spiraling off from the main story, and I’m not quite sure what would happen from there.

However, it is certain that things will be different from the canon, for better or worse…

cabin wars: entire cabin must write 4k words or lose 800 points
words: 1622
challenge: write in second person only
tw: disintegration, robot takeover (think that might be all, but please tell me if there's anything i should add)

You walk by a peaceful blue lake mirroring the sky and sit down, wondering why the world is so empty. The festival of sunshine was a month ago, and after that week of celebration, friends talking with one another, and meeting new people everyone seemed to have retreated back into their own quiet world. You sit there in your own bubble of sorts, the sounds of the footsteps of people walking by and their conversations drowned out by your thoughts.
“Why did everyone seem to prefer being alone to talking with others?” you wonder. “Was it the devices that everyone uses that can connect with each other, eliminating the need for going outside and talking to others? Or was it that the festival exhausted everyone’s patience for other people and caused them to want to be alone with themselves?
“Is it the widening divide between people of different points of view caused by the platforms that allow people to immerse themselves with only people who have similar points of view and encourage hate by replacing faces with dots on a screen?”
You continue to wonder as the sun moves across the sky in a circle. You recall the festival of the sun that had been a joyful time for the city- but now, everyone is back to their own little social gatherings with no desire to meet others and make new friends.
If you had sat there for the entire festival, someone would have come up and sat by you. You would have had a conversation with them and get to know what they liked and disliked, as well as where they wanted to travel or what restaurants had the best food in their opinion. Now, nobody walks up or strikes up a conversation with you. Two children walk past you and head over to the bridge that goes over the lake.
You can hear one of them laughing as the other tells a joke, and you can also hear the birds chirping and the leaves rustling. You can hear all that passes with the sounds no longer obstructed by your inner voice. As you contemplate the idea that if everyone spent a few minutes out in nature and listened to the conversation of the birds they would be happier, another person walks by.
They walk over and sit next to you. “Do you like coming here?”
“I do,” you answer. “Here, the world seems peaceful and quiet. The noise of the cars coming by is drowned out by the natural sounds of birds and the wind.”
They smile softly. “My parents thought so too. Now, since they can’t visit this lake, I visit the lake for them in their place.”
“That’s nice,” you say. “Did they visit here often?”
“They did, but then they had to move.” They look down at their reflection, a sad smile on their face. “The festival of the sun was amazing, right? You could always find someone to talk to and nobody ignored anyone else based on their beliefs. But now… Now that it’s over, it’s hard to find a friendly face.”
“You felt like that too?” you ask. “I thought it was just me.”
“I thought so too!” they say with a surprised expression. “I thought I was just naturally social, but the friendliness that was there during the festival was gone as well. Even if I do find someone to talk to, it’s not for long and they’re less friendly than they were then.”
“I wonder why the world is like that,” you say as you stare at your reflection in the lake. “During celebrations, everyone is happy and content. But after the celebration is over, the cheerful mood is gone and everyone is back to being sad and alone all the time. Before robots and devices became a popular thing, I didn’t feel like that. I’m not sure if the ability to push some buttons or open up your device and talk to someone without needing to talk to people in real life was the reason why the world changed like that, but it sure feels like it is sometimes.”
They pat you on the back, then look at the children playing on the bridge. “Most people may depend on devices or robots for social interaction, but there are always people who go against the norm like us. And if you know where to find those people, you can always find a friendly face to have a chat with when you’re feeling sad.”
“Speaking of knowing where to find people,” you say. “What’s your name?”
“Felicity Bright,” they say. “I live at the intersection between Fifteenth and Twenty-sixth street.”
“Felicity Bright? That’s a nice name,” you say. “It sounds very… Happy and cheerful.”
Felicity smiles. “Thank you. What’s your name?”
You tell Felicity your name, and the two of you continue to talk until the sun is about to set. The two of you part ways and you head back to your home. When you do get there, you realize something strange is going on- a red light is slowly spreading through every part of your house. You take off and run in the opposite direction, not wanting to know what the light is.
You run until you can’t run anymore and realize that anything the light touches is slowly disintegrating. Terrified by the thought of disintegrating along with everything else, you continue to run. Every once in a while, you pause and see shapes gathering in the distance of the reddened sky.
You look closer and see that all of the shapes are large robots- the same ones that were replacing actual people. They gather in the light and survey the destruction as people and buildings alike slowly disintegrate. If you looked close enough, they looked like they were almost celebrating their takeover.
Pushing your limits, you continue to run. You reach a block of houses without the light and pause to think and catch your breath. As you think, you realize that the light is most likely “waking up” the robots and equipping them with the right equipment or programming to attack the world, not only just disintegrating things that aren’t robots that get caught in the light.
You continue to hurry, trying to evade the light for as long as possible. Unfortunately, you end up at the edge of a cliff before long. You sit down on the cliff’s edge, looking down at the ocean below with a sad smile and a sigh.
“At least if I’m going to be disintegrated either way, I want my last sight to be the ocean and not that red light,” you think.
You hear the footsteps of someone else running behind you, and Felicity, panting, joins you on the cliff’s edge. “So, the red light was a surprise,” they say, completely understating the events that seemed to have been taken right out of a science future novel.
“Tell me about it,” you respond. “I didn’t think that robots would possibly take over the world, not when it was so peaceful just half a day ago. It was like the world was suddenly stuck into a book where seemingly impossible things could happen. Does anybody in the world even know how this is happening?”
“Well, if they did, they were probably the person who caused it,” Felicity says. “Meaning they would probably be at the center of the light. I would sure like to meet whoever did this, but it’s sad that everything is going away because of their inventions.”
“Like social interaction,” you say. “I would like to meet the person who invented electronic devices, but I also wouldn’t want to do so because their invention seems to be the reason why there is a lack of real people who actually talk to other real people on a regular basis in this world.”
“I guess everyone will end up like this not knowing who it was who caused the light to spread,” Felicity says with a sigh. “I wonder why whoever created the red light that’s making things disintegrate did that. It seems like an invention that doesn’t really make sense. Why would anyone make a device that disintegrates people?”
“I’ve got no clue myself,” you say with a shrug. You glance back behind you and see the red light enveloping the town just behind the cliff you and Felicity are sitting on. “Maybe they really hated someone or something and wanted to disintegrate them.”
“That sounds sad,” Felicity says, looking down at the ocean as the waves dissipate on the shore. “Who would do something like that?”
“I have no clue.” you sigh. “Most humans think they know a lot of things, but we really know very little, right? It’s a bit like a story I read when I was younger about somebody who thought they knew everything but was asked a question and couldn’t successfully answer it and realized that most humans know very little about topics that can’t be taught in textbooks.”
“I suppose so,” Felicity says as they turn their face up to look at the starry night sky. “The constellations… We only know them from our point of view, but not that of people who might live on other planets. And it’s not likely that we’ll get to know anyone else from a different planet since most of the planets that might have life on them are far away. I guess we’ll only ever know our own point of view and won’t get to know the point of view that other people in different places have.”
You nod as your vision fills with red, then begins to fade away as you disintegrate in the field of red light.

MC Weekly 2
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Part 1:
I partnered with the wonderful @WilmaPeeps for this! You can find the comment thread here.

WilmaPeeps: Amy had always surrounded herself with friends. She was invited to parties and after school. She never knew what one day could do.

Me: It was a typical Wednesday. Amy was sitting in class, trying not to fall asleep. Her friend, Vivian, tapped her shoulder. “Hey Amy,” she whispered, “did you hear what Cecily said the other day? Apparently a group of students tried to break some of the school’s facilities, but they were caught and expelled.”

“What?” Amy asked, bewildered. That’s ridiculous. There are so many silly rumors going around. You shouldn't believe all of them.”

“I don’t know,” Vivian countered. “Don’t you think the school has been a little uptight lately? Mr. Johnson said there have been so many more staff meetings than usual lately. And now the library and a few classes have been closed for renovation. I think those students did a lot of damage.”

“Look, even if what you’re saying is true, why would anyone want to do that? How would they do it? It’s no surprise they were caught.”

“Cecily said the students claimed the school was hiding something. Whatever the school was supposedly hiding, it wasn’t good. So the students tried to make a stand or something.“

”That was kind of stupid to be honest. I’m sure there are better ways to show your opinion.”

WilmaPeeps: “That's true, there are better ways but Amy, please see reason. If it wasn't serious, there would be no extra staff meetings; The school would not be uptight; And classrooms would not be closed,” Vivian said, distraught. She continued, “What if the school was hiding something? Something serious where we should get out of here? Would you do something about it?”

Amy frowned, “Of course I would. This is ridiculous, there is no reason for us to even be talking about this right now.”

“But-” Vivian started, interrupted by Amy.

“No buts. Nothing could be wrong.” She turned away and started copying down notes.

Me: “Alright class!” my teacher, Ms. Smith exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Take out your science notebook and open up to a new page. We’re going to be watching a video on subatomic particles, and I want you guys to write down notes. We’re going to have a quiz about this next Thursday, so be prepared.”

Everyone began shuffling around, taking out their notebooks. As I opened my backpack, a loud bang resonated through the building and sent a shiver through the classroom. Everyone looked around, confused. Ms. Smith seemed to have no idea what was going on either.

WilmaPeeps: I turned around in my chair, following along. What could possibly be happening? To my right, Alex was looking as if he just saw a ghost. To my left, Arianna didn't look at all like Alex. She looked calm and collected, as if she had expected this to happen. It happened again. Ms. Smith's face turned from one of shock to one of anger. Nobody dared to speak. Eventually an announcement came over the intercom.

“Good afternoon students of Winter Prairie High. We are SSE, school secrets exposed. Today we have come to deliver a message. These people are not who you think they are. They are slick, they are sly, they are deceitful liars and you should not believe them. They are doing ex-” and then the sound cut off, leaving a ringing noise overhead. The principal then came on, not many students were listening because they still had their hand over their ears.

Only I, Arianna, and Ms. Smith were paying attention. "Students, that was unexpected and just a little technical difficulty.

Me: Please do not panic and continue on with your classes.” Obviously, I did the opposite. If I really wasn't dreaming, what could this mean for me? For my life? Was I going to be okay? What was the school hiding, and most importantly, what did all of this mean?

WilmaPeeps: 301 words
Me: 344 words

Total: 612 words
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Part 2:

Name: Laurel Elaine Zanders (She/her)
Age: 17 years old
Species: Human

Personality and Traits:
Laurel is a rather reserved but kind hearted girl. She always plays the “best friend” role, and never receives as much attention as those around her. Laurel is kind of popular, but she is always outshined by her friends. It does bother her to some degree, but Laurel never lets it get to her, and tries her best not to get jealous. Her loyalty and humble spirit is what makes her the perfect person to be around, and she always makes you feel worth it. Laurel can be gullible a lot of the time. While she isn’t a perfect naive little girl, she can get taken advantage of if someone plays the part well. Laurel dreams of becoming a world renowned actress, and wants to pursue a career in the arts, but she knows the chances of making it in the music industry is very small, and her parents might not support her. Because of this, Laurel has given up on her acting dream, and instead tries to focus on getting through school. She never tells her friends about her desires or wants, for fear of them judging her. She wishes she could be as smart as her friends and wants to have as many accomplishments as them, but she doesn’t have the motivation to try. Laurel has kind of given up on living an accomplished life, but she doesn’t show it. Instead, she tries her best to maintain an optimistic personality and cheer on her friends on the sidelines.
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Wants, Hopes, and Strengths:
As mentioned earlier, Laurel’s biggest dream is to become an actress or performer. She studies music and plays the piano and a little guitar, but never to an astounding degree. She isn’t a prodigy in music, acting, singing, or dancing, but that doesn’t mean she doesn't want to be an actress. Laurel often feels that she just isn’t cut out for being an actress, so she doesn’t plan on developing these skills much further. She’s rather mediocre in everything (most notable her grades), especially compared to her talented and witty friends. As of right now, Laurel hopes to spend more time with her friends and gain approval from her teachers. Along with becoming an actress, Laurel wants to be popular. She hangs out with the popular girls and is good friends with them, but her smarts and talent hasn’t gotten her to a popular degree. Frequently, she wishes she could switch lives with one of her friends and live their life instead. As for strengths, Laurel is mainly good at being loyal and welcoming. She’s someone people can always count on for something, and can get along with others easily. Laurel’s ideal scenario in her life is to audition for movies or TV Shows and get the part on one of them. Then she becomes famous and get invited to interviews and social events, before continuing her acting career.
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Dislikes and Fears:
Laurel really hates being left out of things, and fears being left out of her friend group. Her friends care for her deeply and enjoy her company, but she’s not really best friends with anyone. Laurel also fears being frowned upon by people around her that she knows. So she’s not necessarily afraid of cyber hate. Laurel is more affected by being hated on by those she knows to some degree. While no one really hates Laurel, she feels that could easily happen. Laurel mainly dislikes dishonest and manipulative people. Anyone who seems one way, but turns out to be worse in actuality hurts her the most. Laurel does have some questionable friends that are sort of like this, but she brushes it off and is too scared to confront them about it.
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Total: 612 words
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Part 3:

My setting is set in the middle of the ocean, on a cruise. The cruise is very luxurious, containing lots of expensive furniture, food, and means of entertainment. A whole half of the cruise is dedicated to arcade and video games, and two very large pools reside at the deck. One is an indoor pool, and one is an outdoor pool, with hot tubs in between. There is also a spa, salon, sauna, large gym, doctor’s office, and movie theater. Because of all the rooms designed for entertainment, there isn’t a lot of room for rooms. Each room is really big too, with a kitchen, bathroom, 3 beds, a large closet, TV, dining table, couch area, dresser, desk, computer, and other decorations. Therefore, tickets for this cruise are very expensive, and only the richest get to attend this cruise. There are even personal butlers for each room, since the amount of rooms the cruise holds is rather small. The cruise is mainly funded by incredibly rich businessmen, who profit a lot from the cruise lottery. The cruise lottery is when there is a random lottery where a middle class or lower class person is selected to attend the cruise for free, but only 2 to 3 people win this luxury. One lottery ticket costs a lot of money, so it is a high risk low reward situation, but people still pay to enter the lottery anyway. If you win the lottery, you can bring up to 7 people with you, but you all have to share one room (not that the area would be crowded, given the rooms are so big). While the passengers on this cruise have the time of their life, the workers who work for the cruise company do not receive rightful treatment. These workers are forced to repair any problems with the cruise, help assemble parts of the cruise, attend to the pool and other areas, clean each and every room, help prepare the food, and help and attend to those on the cruise ship. A lot of the workers also serve as personal butlers, and have to get their long list of chores done on top of following the orders of their master. Most people who work for the cruise company are in the lower class, and are in desperate need of money. You get paid a decent amount, but it definitely isn’t worth the harsh treatment you undergo while working for the cruise company. A lot of people barely get any sleep, and their mental health deteriorates. Some even hurt themselves or others. If you were quiet and obedient you would be rewarded, and if you spoke out, you would be punished severely. Because of this, no one knew about the workers and how they were being treated, the cruise company get away with all that they did.
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Part 4:

In this story, your character is suddenly approached by a mysterious figure, who mistakes you for someone else. You don’t understand what is going on at first, and try to get out of the situation, but the mysterious person is insistent, and gives you a card with a phone number on it, telling you to use it when you know the time is right. Confused by this, you don’t have time to refuse the card, and the person has already left. Then, the story progresses, and somebody tries to rob you. You resist, and during the struggle, the card that the mysterious person gave you falls onto the floor. The mugger sees this card, and suddenly changes their mind, leaving you alone. Even more confused by this, you call the number on the card, and a person picks up revealing that they are a group of pirates, who want your help. Your character then reacts to this in whatever way suits them.
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Part 5:

Characters: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=63#post-6109979, https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6105302/
Setting: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=63#post-6109979
Premise: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=63#post-6110522

I pushed open the glass door and walked slowly down the empty halls. Everywhere I looked there were trophy shelves. Plaques and medals lined the wall, along with many certificates. I stopped to glance at a certificate next to what was the main office of the school. On it said: “Massachusetts Institute of Technology; Has conferred upon Alesya Katlyn Byrd the degree of Doctorate of Chemical Engineering with all the…” I turned away, not bothering to read any more of the tiny cursive text. Instead, I glanced at a plaque hung up next to it. It was for some engineering award, also won by Alesya. Or Lesya, as she wanted everyone to call her. Though, in my head, she was always Ms. Byrd.

Ms. Byrd, in my mind, was the epitome of evil. But no one else knew that. Probably because they get to study at the most prestigious school in the country. They got the best food. They got the best facilities. They got the most money. They got the best education. They got the best everything.

Then, there were those who got the worst of everything.

In a school where most to all of the money is spent on the students, it’s hard to find people willing to prepare food. Sure, there are plenty of 5 star chefs living at the school, with the same luxuries as the students, but chefs need ingredients. The best ingredients, in fact. And supermarket food won’t cut it. Secretly, a mile away, there’s a massive farm. It holds the freshest, most organic food in the vicinity. But it’s a private farm. Reserved only for the students who go to this school. And there are people who need to work on it.

I mean, machines exist. They do a lot of the work for us. But humans still need to oversee the farm. Prepare the food, package the food, care for the food, order the food. It’s all done by children. There are some adults, but the amount of children heavily outways them. Anyone who tries to revolt is met with harsh retribution.

We aren’t fed enough. We aren’t given enough education. We’re considered failures for not being smart. We’re left to our own defenses, like a fly who has been stepped on, but is still wiggling its legs pathetically. I have gotten beaten multiple times. The bruises are still healing.

Not only do we have to oversee the farm, we also have to clean the school. We do it after hours, when the students have all gone to bed. When everyone is taking classes, we clean the dorms. When everyone is sleeping, we clean the school. All of the “failures” have to smuggle in coffee, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to work, and get beaten.

With all of the work we have to do, I don’t get any free time. Every night I lie in my hard, cold bed, crying, breaking down. Hating myself for not being smarter. Punishing my mind and my heart for not working harder. Slapping my spirit till the warmth has left. I hate change. I’m not flexible. I can’t adapt towards situations. I’m still getting used to things.

I suppose my ambition is the only thing keeping me going. When there’s something that needs to be done, I’ll do it. I’ll walk the extra mile if I have to. It’s what keeps me here. Others have been sent to asylums, too weak to be of any use. I remain here, because I know the asylum is worse. It’s what makes me get up in the morning. It’s what makes all of us get up in the morning.

My grades were sort of good, but after getting kicked out of the school and deemed a failure, it has only worsened. Now, I don’t bother with my education. I just need to focus on taking the next step, and not cracking under the pressure. Under my work.

All of this, can be attributed to the leader of this all. Ms. Byrd. The principal of the school.

I’m 100 percent certain child labor laws are broken at this school. If the government found out, everything would be doomed. That’s why, when I saw Ms. Byrd drop a key, I hurriedly picked it up.

What I saw labeled on the key nearly made me pass out. “Failure Records: Notes of Activity and Behavior.”

This was it.

There was a cabinet in the school. It held every single important document related to the school in existence. But it was divided into sections. Each section required a key. This was one of those keys. Of course, there was a section for student test scores, student grades, economic things, bills, more money related stuff. That was expected. Every student knew about that cabinet. A group of people tried to break into it years ago. They were deemed as failures. Then they were sent to the asylum. I hear that they’ve been driven to insanity. They can’t even walk without shaking uncontrollably. I shudder, thinking I could easily end up like them.

But Failure Records, those could be even more useful. Those are proof of the harsh reality of this school. If they really did show the behavior and activity of every failure, it must also show how bad those children’s lives are. Those records were evidence of the child labor laws being broken. Of abuse, of lying, of fraud. If I could get a hold onto those records and show them to the authorities, they would have no choice but to investigate the school.

There was just one problem.

Ms. Byrd knew I had the key. After all, I was the only one around when she dropped it.

Luckily, I had hidden the key in a compartment on the farm that she had no idea about. And since the farm was so big and she had barely stepped foot onto it, I was certain she had no idea where it was.

As I stood next to the main office where Ms. Byrd was sitting, I could feel the adrenaline start to rise. It was pretty obvious Ms. Byrd was going to interrogate me. Question me about the key and demand it back. I would probably get beaten. Destroyed mentally and physically. More than I already am anyway.

But… what about the rest of the students? Who face immense pressure and unimaginable stress? What about the other failures? Who have a weaker spirit than me? Is it really worth letting all of them down, just so I don’t get hurt.

It was a dilemma which I have faced for far too long. Now, it was all going to come down to this.

I knocked on the great oak door that led to Ms. Byrd’s desk. She opened it immediately.

“Welcome, Miss Dorman,” she said, her tone sugary and her smile shiny. “Come in, have a seat.”

“You can just call me Angeline, Ms. Byrd,” I muttered.

“And you would do well to call me Lesya,” she snapped in reply. I didn’t react. I would not let her get through to me. That I already knew. “Anyway, the yearly exam is in a few days. All the students are scrambling to get ready. Many of them could face a terrible fate.”

“That’s because you decided it would be an amazing idea to move the exam a week earlier than it should’ve been,” I countered. “It’s not their fault.”

“That is simply your opinion, Angeline. But it seems you care deeply about the students who go here. So much so that you would tell on others.”

“Maybe,” was all I could say in reply. I could feel my body stiffen.

“Look, Miss Damson-”

“Dorman.”

“-I know you stole my key. And I would appreciate it if you returned it. You obviously know what would happen otherwise.” Ms. Byrd leaned forward and put her lips to my ear. “Do you want a little example of what could happen?”

I could feel my ragged breath getting faster. My fingers twitched. I needed to get out of here. In a moment of desperation, I pushed Ms. Byrd away from me and stood up.

“I don’t know what you’re going to do to me, Ms. Byrd. But I am NOT giving you that key. Perhaps it would do you well to find out how it feels to have something taken from you, for a chance.” Then, the frustration still bottled up inside of me, I kicked that wretched lady in the shin and ran out, tears forming in my eyes.

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Total: 3021 words
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YAyyy that's another weekly done! I finished this one a bit later than I expected, but I'm still happy with it regardless. I'm unfortunately going to be less active this session, but I will try my best to write! Anyway, I need to get ready for bed now. Surprsingly I didn't stay up too late finishing this.