Daily 16th March


You're just ringing in my ear. From into the unknown
Translated through: German, Thai, Bengali, Hungarian, polish and back to English

629 words:

It just echoes in my ear. The last thing you told me when we were friends. “I'm not your friend anymore." I distinctly remember this day. Maddie and I used to be close friends. We became friends in reception and we've been firm friends ever since. I was friends with Jas, a close friend, since nursery. We became close friends with Maddie and turned into an inseparable friend group. We stuck together. We played together. And it's always been me, Maddie and Jas. Or nearly always. Recently Jas has been drifting off. Ever since we became a trio, I've always been a bit closer to Maddie. But we've never let that bother us. I had the advantage that even though I was closer to Maddie, Jas has been my friend ever since we started school here. The last months, Maddie has been hanging out with another group. She lives near them and has always been on holiday with them. She's always been friends with them, but has always hung out with me and Jas at break and lunch. Recently, she's been drifting away. It started with her being a lot quieter with us. Then she just left us some breaktimes to hang out with them. Then she left us at lunchtime to hang out with them. She didn't even tell us. She just left. But here another problem began. She still hung out with us sometimes. Jas started being mean to her. Not flat out bullying but she bullying. She sometimes told me to hide from Maddie and then she ran after so we could leave Maddie. The problem for me was that I was on both their sides. I wanted to follow Jas, as we were really close friends and if you are her enemy, she is mean to you. But I wanted to be on Maddie's side, because I didn't think what Jas was doing was right. So, I was left in a dilemma. I decided to stay on Jas' side. And so I did. And a few weeks later, Maddie came up to me and told me that we're not friends any more. I would have preferred it had she just left us as it was nearly the end of the year and we wouldn't go to the same secondary schools, but she still told me. I guess I deserved it though. I let Jas upset her. What stings though is that she didn't tell Jas that. I think it was because she was slightly afraid of Jas. Jas with her fiery temper. Jas with the power to easily ignore and hurt people. What also stings is that we were such close friends. When we were younger, we met up nearly every Friday. In year 3, we met up nearly every Thursday after school because we both had the same club. We had a lot of jokes together. And it hurts that they've been forgotten. It’s been a year. I’ve met up with Jas a lot of times. She told me that she’s made up with Maddie. I’m not sure if that’s true though as she seemed quite angry at Maddie. Also, I’m not sure if Maddie would forgive her after all she’s done. I want to be friends with Maddie again. I miss her. I don’t know if she’ll forgive me though. I don’t want to ask her, because I’m pretty sure what we did to her hurt her so it would seem insensitive if I just asked her if we wanted to meet up again. It hurts to think about what she said - “I’m not your friend anymore”. It always comes back to me at the worst moments and then I think about it for the whole day. Like an echo in my ear

~March 16th~
Main Cabin Daily
Word Count: 606
Main Post: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6081187/

Translated lyrics: From Doomsday by Derivakat

Holy place
This is the day when everything is in ruins
Fear of lightning
Your bill comes once

The song of death cries
The sound of that whisper is around your head
You're stuck and lying
Everything is a mess and this is a mess


“Everything is a mess and this is a mess!” I exclaimed. I looked around the Holy Place. Nothing was right, not at all.
The Song Singer got closer, and the lilting tune started bleeding through my makeshift earmuffs. I covered my ears and ran. The lush forest around me was in ruins. The once majestic and untouched trees were being cut down by just simply hearing the Song Singer’s song.
The Song of Death.

I continued to run. This was it, my life was over. I stumbled over branches and logs, roots and stumps. I could barely think. All that I could focus on was running away from the Singer.

I got to a river. I had to cross it. I couldn’t hear the rushing water, but I could sure see it. The rapids were too fast, and I wasn’t a strong swimmer.
I felt the ground shake. I turned around. The Song Singer was behind me, and he had stuck a tree with his lightning.

Lightning.

I shrieked and jumped into the river, giving no thought to the fact that I might die. At least it wouldn’t be the painful death you received having your soul ripped from your body.

My earmuffs washed off in the current, and I knew that if I poked my ears out of the water, I’d be dead. The river, however, wouldn’t even let me get up to the surface. I tried swimming, but that failed.
My new resolution would be to get as far away from the Song Singer as possible, then I’d try my best to take a breath.

The rest was a blur. Rocks, rocks, rocks, algae, rocks. I swam as fast as I could, trying to get away. Thankfully, the current was on my side.
My lungs screamed, and finally, I came up for air.
I thanked the skies for the air, and that I couldn’t hear the Song of Death.

I pulled myself to shore and shook myself dry as best as I could. If the dogs could do it, so could I.

I looked around. I was no longer in the jungle, and instead, I was in a huge bog. I took a step forward, and before I knew it, I had sunk in the mud. I struggled, but I wasn’t going to get free, I could tell.
I was in between shouting for help and trying to get out myself, but when I sunk a little lower, I gave out a high pitched scream. “HELP!”

I’m pretty sure I fainted.

I woke up to someone dragging me out of the mud. She blew a strand of her hair out of her face and said. “Hey, sleepyhead. A little help?” She gave another pull, and I tried my best to help her.
With a loud, rude noise, I came out of the ground. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
She shrugged. “No problem. What are you doing in the bogs anyway?”
I stuttered. “U-uh, I was… exploring.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Exploring?”
“Y-yeah. I just happened to run into the Song Singer.” I couldn’t tell her that I was one of the Holy Priestesses, it was forbidden.
“Really? How are you still alive?” She asked.
“Earmuffs.” I explained.
“Interesting.” She said, raising an eyebrow. “Come with me. We should probably get you cleaned up.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” I said, nervously laughing. I stood up. “Thank you again.”
“No problem.” She said, “Now come on.”
“Okay.”
She started walking away, and I hurried after her.
Hopefully, she could help me get rid of the Song Singer.
Our world depended on it.

3.16.22 Daily
Song I used~ We Don't Talk About Bruno, of course :>
Original lyric: Everyone: Time for Dinner!
New Translated lyric: Allen: It's time for dinner!

Tina was walking home from school after a long an exhausting day. She was ready to collapse into her bed, and stay there for as long as possible. She knew she had homework, but she didn't care about that right now. As she walked along the nature path all the way to her house, she thought about her art project. The assignment was to create a piece of art that was out there, something brand new. Poor Tina didn't have any ideas. But she was determined to figure something out.

When Tina got home, she ran straight for her room. She was drained of most of her energy. All she wanted to do was fall asleep, and maybe think about her art project. But she didn't want to deal with anything else at the moment. Just then someone knocked on her door. Tina groaned.

“What is it?” She asked.

“It's just me, Tina. Can I come in?” The voice of her mother asked.

Tina sighed to herself. “Fine.”

Her mother walked into the room and saw Tina lying down on her bed. She sat down on the other side of the bed and looked at her daughter. “Hey, you alright? You seem tired…” The mother asked.

Tina nodded. “Yeah, school just really pushes my limits. But I'm okay.” She quickly reassured her mother. Her mother nodded.

“Anyway, I came to tell you that I have to leave for a while. I received a very urgent phone call before you came home, and I must get to work quickly.” Her mother explained. “I'll try and be back home soon.”

Tina nodded politly. She understood that her mother was often busy with work, and that it usually affected her day.

Her mother smiled at Tina, and started to get up, then stopped herself.

“Oh yes, I almost forgot: my friend is going to come watch you while I'm gone. She'll make you dinner and everything, alright?” Her mother quickly added.

“Alright mom, I understand.” Tina said while nodding.

Her mother beamed before leaving the room, leaving Tina alone. She sighed quietly to herself. She knew what friend her mother was talking about, and she wasn't rather fond of her. Tina didn't have pleasant memories of her, but it wouldn't bother her too much. Right now, she just wanted to take a nap.

And so, she did.
*******
"Tina! Tina!! Do you hear me? Oh, for crying out loud, TINA!“

Tina woke up with a start. She looked around the room, all groany. ”Wh-What?“ She called out.

She heard someone creaking the floor, and twisting the knob to her room. It was just Gianna, her mother's friend.

”Oh there you are Tina. I was looking for you, but your mother said you might have been sleeping.“ She said.

Tina bit her lip and nodded. ”Y-Yeah, I was sleeping. But I'm awake now, so it's fine.“ She quickly blurted out.

Gianna nodded. ”Well anyway, I brought Jason over as well. I thought you might want to ‘hang out’ with him or whatever.“ She explained.

Tina sighed. ”Alright, I guess. Thanks for telling me.“ She said before running off.

The thing is with Jason, Tina didn't get along well with him. But that didn't matter right now. She ran outside to her backyard, and started thinking more about her art project. It was crucial that she come up with something. But what?

”Whatyadoing?“ Someone suddenly asked. It was Jason. Tina tried to hide her disappointment.

”Oh, nothing much. Just thinking.“ She said quickly.

Jason nodded. ”You thinking about the art project? I know I'm nervous.“

Tina looked at Jason directly in the eyes. ”Y-Yeah, how did you know?“ She asked.

Jason sat down next to her. ”I'm kind of nervous too. I'm not really sure what I'm going to make. What about you? You always seem to have such good ideas.“

Tina sighed. ”I haven't come up with anything yet. Maybe I'll-“

They were interrupted by Gianna, who at that moment called: ”It's time for dinner! Jason, Tina, come on!“

Jason and Tina looked at each other for a moment for running back inside. ”I wonder what she cooked." Jason added.

When they walked inside, they found Gianna, but not as she always was. Jason didn't look surprised, but Tina did. She almost fainted in shock. She blinked, not believing her eyes.

Gianna looked like an alien.
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Word Count: 732

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3/9/2022-3/16/2022 Weekly
2773 Words total / 2350 words
TOC: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=31#post-6087486

Part 1:

Me: 483/300 words
My Partner: 431/300 words

IAreQuestionMark
Elijah walked in the empty room and glanced at the ticking clock hanging on the wall. 6:30 He needed to wait thirty more minutes until /that/ person came. He chose a seat in the very back and set down his bag.

-Galatic_Planet-
He found himself waiting for longer than half an hour. It was 7:30 by the time the person came. “Elijah Roberts. Correct?” the man asked in a stern voice.

IAreQuestionMark
“Yes.” Elijah looked up at the brown haired man looking at him. He found this tutor weird. Usually its the student that is late for study sessions and stuff, but now it's the instructor instead?

-Galatic_Planet-
“Well let's get started. You needed help with your Social?” “Yes.” Elijah responded. This didn't feel right. Elijah got out his social studies paper and handed it to the tutor.

IAreQuestionMark
The tutor took the paper and studied it for a bit, but Elijah caught the man glancing at him, as if questioning Elijah's ability. The tutor set the paper down. “Well, Mr. Roberts, you actually got an A+ for this worksheet. Is there anything specific you need help on?”

-Galatic_Planet-
Elijah was enlightened to hear this; last time he got an A+ was in fourth grade. But anyways, he said, “That was the only social paper for today then. But I do have math homework that I could use help on.” Elijah gave the man the paper when he heard an unfamiliar noise.

IAreQuestionMark
It sounded like a buzz, but also a ringing at the same time. A buzz ringing? Elijah ignored it and watched the man furrow his brows at the math paper, as if deep in thought. Out of boredom, Elijah looked at the paper the man was holding, and found his doodle on the back upright. Elijah found this uncanny. When he drew that doodle, he had drawn it upside down, which means if it was right-side up, then… The tutor was holding the paper upside down. Yet, the tutor doesn't look like he noticed. ..

-Galatic_Planet-
But that that didn't matter much, at least for now. The thought of the sound came back to him again. What was it? It sounded like it was coming down the hallway. Elijah felt like he needed to figure it out. “Can I use the bathroom?” he asked. “Quickly.” his tutor said. And so on Elijah walked down the hallway. The buzz-ringing sound went on and off and on and off. Elijah found himself heading towards his math classroom. Someone was in the room that wasn't his math teacher.

IAreQuestionMark
Elijah slowly crept up to the slightly open door of his math class. He peeked into the bright, empty classroom through that crack to try to glimpse the thing making the buzz noise, but the crack was too small. He knew someone had atleast went into the room because the light was on; the teachesr usually turn them off at the end of school. Taking a deep breath, Elijah gathered his courage and suddenly pushed open the door, intending to scare whoever was inside.

-Galatic_Planet-
Who Elijah was expecting was not what he saw. To his surprise he saw his actual tutor, multitasking a phone call and blowing balloons. Elijah figured that the buzz ringing sound was the ring tone but was muffled. However, another question roamed Elijah's mind: Why was his tutor there and why was he blowing up balloons?

IAreQuestionMark
The actual tutor spotted Elijah and his eyes opened in shock as he tried to fiddle with the balloon and the phone at the same time. Elijah watched expressionessly as the man struggled to hide the balloon. He ended up releasing it by accident and the balloon flew around the room, accompanied by a very long… sound. “What… What are you doing?” asked Elijah.

-Galatic_Planet-
“Oh, well, nothing much.” the actual tutor said in a totally not suspicious way. Elijah didn't believe it but he played along anyway, “Okaay then. I'm going to go then-” Elijah heard his tutor take a sigh of relief when he was walking away from the door. He couldn't leave the instructor waiting for too long. After all, he thought he was in the bathroom. He got back to the classroom and saw that the instructor wasn't there? “Where is he?” Elijah thought so himself.

IAreQuestionMark
Suddenly the room turned dark. Someone must have closed the light. As Elijah was just about to run for his life out the open door, the light turned on again. “Surprise!!!”

-Galatic_Planet-
Elijah jumped in surprise. He saw his mother, the actual tutor, the instructor, some of his teachers, and a couple children whom he's never seen. Some people threw confetti and there was a cake on the table along with a few presents. There was also a banner that said, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” Elijah had to smile. He was very happy.

IAreQuestionMark
Elijah knew better than anyone it was his birthday, but he didn't expect this big of a surprise. After a few introductions, it turns out that the instructor was actually his mom's new boyfriend, a very big surprise after her divorce a year ago. It also turns out that the children were his future step-dad's children, and that he was also divorced. Although Elijah was skeptical about this arrangement, he was happy that his mom was happy. It was the best birthday surprise ever.

-Galatic_Planet-
And they all lived happily ever after! Until one day… Nah I'm just kidding! But really… Don't believe me, I just messing with you! But, for real, farewell!

Part 2:

Name: Collin King
Age: 18
Species: Human

Personality and Traits: Collin is an easy-going, competitive gamer who is very stubborn. He often curses when he stubs his toe, comically hopping on one foot like the movies. He is overly confident, an extrovert, an official procrastinator, very unorganized, and loves to eat chips. Other than gaming, his usual schedule includes eat, sleep, and procrastinate–you can say he’s incredibly lazy, but if you ask him himself, he’d say he’s the most productive, spending all his hours grinding for the highest ranks in all the video games he plays for rewards that are “worth it”. Collin has shocking hand-eye coordination skills due to the many months he spent in VR, and in addition, he is always fit even though he eats a lot of junk food because of the excessive exercises in the meta-games. He also “works” in a very unorganized room: lots and lots of chip bags on the ground, a bunch of clothes scattered everywhere, and the blanket is never properly on the bed; half of it is curled up on the bed, and the other half is left hanging onto the floor that he never vacuums. Despite his messy personality, he always seems to know where he puts everything and he is very kind to those that are close to him. (211/200 words)

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: What does he want, you ask? To be the number one gamer in the whole entire metaverse world, duh. He hopes that one day he will reach that goal so he can become famous and flex to those he hates about his rank. His strengths include: fluent curses that would make anyone cower in shame, a great physique, dangerously good hand-eye coordination skills, incredible reflexes, the godly ability to clutch saves at the last second (to be the main character, of course), adapts to new situations quickly, great agility, accustomed to all kinds of metaverse weapons (although he prefers the regular sword for close combat and firearm for long range), extraordinary accuracy, enhanced senses (this ability is what the metaverse games give), has a lot of tricks up his sleeves, etc. Simply put, he is great material to be a protagonist, but he doesn’t know that yet. He hopes that one day only those passionate and hard-working gamers like him will get to rule the leaderboards instead of those pay-to-win gamers. This said, yes, he wants to teach all those “rich bois” on the leaderboard a lesson when he climbs up that leaderboard–more main character material, I know, but other than the mean, rich guys, he makes friends pretty easily due to his extrovert personality. (215/200 words)

Dislikes and Fears: Collin absolutely hates pay-to-win gamers that make it onto the leaderboard. Perhaps if they were nicer, Collin would spare them, but the majority of the leaderboard are made up of mean, rich people who upgraded everything by “using their mummy’s and daddy’s money”, as Collin likes to put it. Despite his tough shell, he is afraid that anyone close to him leaves him because both his parents left him. He is also afraid of giant bosses that he encounters while grinding in the metaverse world, but his overly-confident self allows him to stubbornly defeat them every single time in order to flex against other overly-confident cowards. (106/100 words)

Part 3:

Setting: (409/400 words)
A very bedroom. A very messy bedroom. There is a small desk with a gaming computer, a medium sized bed against the far left of the wall, and lots of chip bags and dirty clothes strewn around the room. The one tidy spot in the room was on the ground, a circle barely big enough for someone to sit.

The walls are painted beige, and there are multiple tiny dents in the wall, seemingly made from controllers being thrown towards the walls. The floor was a light, beige carpet, and the bed was plain white. The blanket was a dull blue, as if used for many years. The clothes scattered on the ground were of all kinds of colors, and there were multiple brands of empty chip bags, such as Lays, Doritos, Takis, Fritos, Ruffles, you name it. A few empty soda cans were also littered on the ground.

Upon walking into the room, the first thing you would notice is the smell. It literally stank of boy sweat and stinky socks. If that doesn’t get you, then the next thing is the status of the room. Junk littered on the floor that it makes it impossible not to step on something that would make you regret stepping on it. To the very left was the light colored bed, half of the blue blanket hanging off the bed and touching the dirty ground. To the very front of the room was the desk with the newly bought gaming computer, keyboard, mouse, and mousepad. The desk is also very unorganized: There were a few broken pencils, lots of papers, more junk wrappings, and even a pair of scissors. If you were to walk to that desk and look underneath, you would find gum stuck to the bottom of the wooden desk. Gross!

To the farthest right corner of the desk is a blue lamp, and if you turn it on you’d see it wasn’t too bright. But that doesn’t matter, because behind the desk were beige curtains that were blocking the window.

To the far right of the room are two sets of doors. The one closest to the desk was a door that lead to the bathroom, which consisted of a sink, a toilet, and a washtub. The other door leads to the closet, and inside there are only two t-shirts hung up on the hangers, and the rest is hanging out of the drawer or on the floor.

Part 4:

Premise: (169/150 words)
Your main character is playing in VR and finds this magical object in the game, and decides to use the object. Upon using the object however, nothing seemed to happen, so your main character tries to find their way back to home base when they suddenly realize that the game felt too real. To their utter shock, they were actually in a whole different world! Even their whole body was inside the game!

In that world yoru character meets a few other unfortunate VR players that got into this situation, and together your main character explores the vast, unknown world to try to find a way out of this game.

After exploring for many hours and traveling through different landscapes (you can choose more than one setting to write their mini-adventures in order to make up for word count here!), your main character comes across the same magical object that they encountered previously. Your character uses the object again, and voila! They are not stuck inside the game anymore.

Part 5:

1180/1000 words

Eidrich finally finished his newest contraption.

It was a teleportation machine. He didn’t know why he built it (as with all the other unfinished contraptions that he did on impulse), but at least it was one of the very few projects that he actually finished, so he was pretty proud of it.

Eidrich was a jolly old elf, and although everyone in the village has heard about him, he never got close to any of the other elves. It’s not like he cares anyways, he was going to travel the world, and he’s already pretty happy spending productive time with himself in the woods, where he could be at peace.

Eidrich looked at the machine that he made, and stood on a rock to smack it on the top. This was the way of activating the machine, apparently. As Eidrich hummed happily to wait for the machine to work, he realized that he forgot to use the key that came with it.

When he was just about to insert the key into the machine, the machine suddenly came to life and sucked the key in, leaving a stumped Eidrich mid-walk in front of the machine with a nonexistent key in his hand.

Eidrich stood there for a bit. Then he shrugged. And then he whistled as he walked along the elf-made trail to gather more supplies for his next contraption.

* * *

Takahashi Hinata walked down the aisle of his house, sliding his hands along the many photos hung on the walls. They were mostly pictures of him himself, and he looked at those pictures with a neutral expression on his face.

Hinata was an idol, and a very famous one at that. Many people liked him–well, adored is probably the better term for this. However, due to this exact audience, who would go to extreme measures to spy on him, he is often stuck in this mansion, stuck looking at the exact same pictures of a smiling Hinata from the many reality shows he went to.

To the opposite side of the wall with all the pictures were a row of doors, each one leading to a certain room to assist Hinata with his job as an idol.

One was his bedroom, of course, where everything was arranged in an organized fashion. Another door led to a simple washroom, and another one led to the room where Hinata does his own live broadcasts.

Hinata was looking at the wall with all the pictures of himself so he did not notice a door magically appearing at the end of the aisle on the other side. The door looked as if it was made of wood. Although the other doors were also made of woods, this door was especially wood-like: it had a deep brown color, and had the texture of bark.

After staring at his happy days for a bit longer, Hinata finally turned around to make his way back to his bedroom, but before he could do that, the old, wooden door finally caught his eye. He looked at it, confused for a few seconds, then opened his eyes in shock.

Calm down, a voice told him. It’s not magic, someone did that to scare you. It was what his parents had always told him when he began freaking out about monsters and ghosts and all that on the media. Taking a few deep breaths, Hinata finally calmed down, but the door was still there.

Hinata observed the door. It was carved with ornate designs around the edges, and even the knob was made of wood. Curiosity got the best of him and he tried to open the door, but the knob won't turn. Upon closer inspection, though, he noticed that there was a lock, which meant that it required a key. He stood there pondering, when he suddenly spotted an intricately designed key on the ground.

“Perfect timing.” mused Hinata, forgetting that he was supposed to think before he act. He quickly picked up this key, opened the door that lead to a void of whiteness, and stepped inside.

Suddenly, the door slammed behind him, and the world turned black.

* * *

Evelyn was hiking in the woods when she came upon a snake. With a look of disgust on her face, she nimbly backed up and took a different trail to avoid upsetting the snake. It wasn’t that Evelyn was afraid of snakes, it's just that they just bother her somehow.

She’s never hiked this other trail before though, so she advanced slowly. It looked like this trial was less… tidy? No, it was more narrow than the other trails she went on. Why would someone make a trail this narrow? She thought, but she continued anyways, enjoying nature as it is.

She only made it a couple meters when she heard a humming sound, as if from a person. Alert, she quickly thought of her options. She didn’t know if the person was friend or foe, but she had to prepare for the worst. Hide? No, it's too risky. Confront the person? Evelyn scolded herself for even thinking that. Turn back? Probably the best choice. Evelyn turned around and tried to quickly backtrack, but found out that while she was deciding, another snake had made its way onto this narrow trail too. With no other options, she could only confront the other hiker.

She stretched out her neck as far as she could see, but found that the person coming down was rather… short.

“Hum hum… oh ho ho ho, hello there fella!” The short person said.
“Um, hi?” Evelyn said, taking a step forward, away from the snake. She looked down at the short person and noticed that he had pointy ears. Her mind racing, she realized that this person in front of her was not a person at all, but an elf. In fact, his size was probably also shorter than normal, even for elf standards.
“It’s not everyday that a human goes on this trail, ho ho!”
“You’re an elf?”
“Why yes I am! How’d you figure that out?” The short elf eyed her for a second. “Oh well, doesn’t matter, the name’s Eidrich, E-I-D-R-I-C-H, pleasure to meet ya!” He stuck out his tiny hand and Evelyn hesitatingly shook it. At least the elf didn’t have bad intentions, thought Evelyn.

The elf continued babbling. “I’m gonna go get some more wood for my thingies, so I gotta be on my way! See ya!”
But before the elf could take one more step, Evelyn stopped him. “Uh, you know, there is a snake blocking the trail right now, so uhh… You should go back and take another trail from there.”
The elf looked to where she was pointing, saw the snake, then turned around.
“I guess you’re a-righty! Time to go back. Hum, hum…”

Evelyn followed the little elf on the trail, but after some time, she realized all the birds stopped chirping. Quite weird for such a big forest, and she had a feeling that something big was about to happen. Something was coming.

To be continued…

Author's Notes:

ACKKKKKK I have never written this much in one day im dead.

So some comments for part 5 of the weekly.
1) Eidrich. Ohhhh Eidrich, I mispelled your name as Eldrich because my eyes wer hallucinating, so I had to go back and spell everything correctly again lol. Other than the fact that elves had pointy ears, I knew almost nothing about elves and their habits sooooo sorry if I jumbled it up xD
2) Hinata. did I get his personality right??? I'm not sure how an idol's life is supposed to work uhhhhhh ^^'
3) Evelyn. Maybe I made her more… cold than she was supposed to be. Sorry about that

And thats it for the weekly, g'bye

Daily 16: 612 words

“Let it go” lyrics
Let it go, let it go
I am one with the wind and sky
Let it go, let it go
You'll never see me cry
Here I stand and here I stay
Let the storm rage on
My power flurries through the air into the ground
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
I'm never going back, the past is in the past
Let it go, let it go
When I'll rise like the break of dawn
Let it go, let it go
That perfect girl is gone
Here I stand in the light of day
Let the storm rage on
The cold never bothered me anyway

Translated (from Latin)
forgive, forgive
I am the one with the wind and the air
forgive, forgive
Never make me cry
I stand here waiting
May the storm rage
My power flows through the air to the earth
Frostbite around my soul
The thought crystallizes like ice cold noises
Never return to the past
forgive, forgive
when I wake up in the morning
forgive, forgive
Perfect girl gone
I stand here during the day
May the storm rage
The cold never bothers me anyway

Writing:
I run through this strange, snowy dream, having no idea where I am. Actually, I don't know of I can know anything at the moment. Except for one thin. Some random thing.
I know I have to forgive.
I don't know why! I don't know remember anyone doing something at the moment! Why should I do it? I am one with the wind and air. I am as free as a skylark. Why would anyone from down there bother me? They should never make me cry. They wouldn't ever make me cry.
Why am I talking about crying?
It must be the dream. I can't remember anything. I think I would be trapped here forever if I didn't remember.
Remember.
Forgive.
What?
I fly down to the ground and right now I stand here waiting. A snow storm hurls itself around me.
Good.
Let the storm rage.
Wait, that doesn't make sense!
I must've been mad about something, something that made me hurl around and around like what the storm is doing right now.
Hurling around me. Someone.
I must be mad at someone.
They did something infuriating.
As I start to remember, I notice something. Something powerful. Coming from me. My power flows through the air to the earth. I'm no longer oblivious. I had started to know.
That person.
That person I know so well.
My best friend.
They did something horrible.
The worst thing a best friend could do, possibly.
Turned behind my back.
Two-faced.
The thought crystallizes like ice-cold noises.
Oh no.
I need to do something.
Bu then another memory rushes into my mind.
My friend.
“Don't be so clingy to things that are gone now! Never return to the past.”
No.
I must make things right.
“Forgive! Forgive!”The words come out of my mouth although I have not thought of them. That's strange. Is this dream helping me?
No. That is what you're heart's saying.
Deep down, you always know the best thing to do.
My eyes widened.
“Forgive! Forgive!” I shout at the swirly snow storm of a dream.
When I wake up in the morning, I will forgive.
Because I remember everything now.
My best friend talked behind my back. She was gossiping about how immature and crybaby-ish I am.
I remember catching her in the act.
I remember her dropping to her knees and saying how so sorry she was.
I remember yelling at her about how she doesn't mean it at all.
I remember her saying that she was lying to get herself out of trouble.
I remember calling her a two-faced liar.
I remember her running away from me, her face streaked with big, ugly tears.
Oh.
I must forgive.
Before it's too late.
What if she never believes me?
I'll tell her: “I'm just not as perfect as everyone thought I was.
Then there. The perfect girl gone. Gone forever.
I am relieved.
I am getting out of here.
I never liked this place..

I open my eyes and I see my pale, dusty pink ceiling. No snowstorm. No random words. No skylarks. No anything other my bedroom.
I smile and sit up in my bed. I escaped.
I am so happy to be in my bedroom again.
And finally, there is no more ”May the storm rage" going on inside of me.
Because I don't want it to.
I want to forgive Sarah.
I want to forgive myself, Louisa, for not being able to forgive before.
Forgiveness.
Where would I be without you?
Well, the cold never bothered me anyway.
But I wouldn't be a better person without you.
Forgive me for not seeing you in the first place.

Weekly 2


Part 1: 325/300 words

@b10_hAzard-: 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.

me: 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.

@b10_hAzard-: 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.

me: 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.

@b10_hAzard-: “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?

me: 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 a knew they had to get to their next class soon, so they left the bathroom. Sam was waiting right outside.

@b10_hAzard-: “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.”

me: 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.

@b10_hAzard-: 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.


Part 2: Character

Name: Jordyn
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.


Part 3: Setting 401/400 words

The story would be happening at a pretty normal place, the beach. It’s a sunny day, with only a few clouds showing in the distance. It’s about 95 degrees outside, but the ocean is cool. It’s low tide. The waves are softly hitting against the sand. However, the noise doesn’t match the calmness of the waves. There are many sounds of people screaming. Little kids, school age kids, teenagers, adults, you name it. And the seagulls, screaming and squawking into the air. There is a soft sound of the waves hitting the sand every few seconds, but you have to listen very carefully to hear it. There are some teenagers playing beach ball to the right. There’s a couple little kids building sand castles right to the left. The beach is very crowded. All the umbrellas, beach blankets, and chairs are packed very close together on the scorching hot sand. There are a bunch of tall buildings, mostly hotels, where the sand ended. They cast a shade over part of the beach, but not to where most of the people were. There are a couple broken shells scattered near the ocean, but all the good ones had already been taken. In the ocean, there are lots of people playing around. Some young adults playing with a beach ball a little deeper, some little kids scared to go in just sticking their little feet in, and some people splashing and playing right in the middle. It’s about noon, so the sun is right above, beating down on everyone. There are more people in the water than on the sand because of the heat. A few people right behind are playing very loud music. They have a big tent with a lot of people, like a party. There’s a smell of hotdogs nearby, but the smell of the ocean is stronger. The boardwalk is back behind the sand, near the hotels. The sound of people yelling from the boardwalk reaches all the way to the ocean. There are also sounds of music from arcade games. The boardwalk is crowded, there are a few smaller people squeezing in and out, trying to stay with their group. The smell of food from all the restaurants is strong too, but still not as strong as the smell of the ocean. The boardwalk also has the sound of screaming, from the roller coasters at the rides place.


Part 4: Premise 156/150 Words

The main character is off doing something they enjoy, when they come across something unusual. It's a small, delicate, beautiful box. Confused, they carefully unhook the latch and open the box. The first thing they see is a peice of cloth. Carefully removing the cloth, they see before them $10,000. Shocked, they do nothing. Just stand/sit there in awe. Then they immediatly pick up the box, and yell to no one in particular, “I JUST FOUND A BUNCH OF MONEY!!!!!!” Having no idea who it belongs to, they search the box for a name, or anything that would show who it belongs to. Finding nothing, they decide to keep the money for themselves. More excited than every, they take a sip of water. But it seems they were too excited, because they just spilled a bunch of water all over half the money! “NO NO NO NO NO!” They exclaim in shock. This can't have happened.


Part 5: Putting it all together

Character: @Galaxy_Awesome
Setting: @–Scratch-Camp–
Premise: @Luna-Lovegood-LOL
Setting 2: @Music_Panda_99
Premise 2: @mayhem-olympia

1090/1000 words
My name is Neawin. I’m not too unusual… except that I’m a giant. I’m even taller than a house, although only by a little bit. Being a giant is horrible, at least to me. I’m always accidentally breaking things and I hate it! I don’t want to always cause trouble! I live on one of the twin cliffs. They used to be one until they were split apart by an earthquake, when I was young. The first cliff, Pinecone Precipice, is full of animals, bright colors, life, and gets many, many tourists. The other cliff here, Rocky Ridge, is almost the opposite. Rocky Ridge on the other hand, has a rocky and sandy terrain. It gets no visitors except for scientists or explorers. The ground is simply desert sand. I live on Rocky Ridge, and I’ve made friends with a few of the scientists that come here. Though I live on Rocky Ridge, I sometimes visit Pinecone Precipice, but I try to visit when there’s not many people there because nobody seems to like me. It’s about 3:00 AM, the least busy time on Pinecone Precipice, so I decide to go over there to take a walk. There’s a small group of people standing at the border, and when they see me they run away screaming. I sigh. People always judge me just because of my looks. There’s nobody else on the cliff, so the walk is peaceful and uneventful. Enjoying the sounds of owls in the air, I continue walking until I stumble over something. It’s pretty small to me, like the size a lego would be to a human. When I stumble over it, I trip and nearly knock over a whole building. Gasping, I lean myself away not to. I hate breaking and destroying things, and I do whatever I can not to. Now… what was that thing I tripped over? I scan my surroundings, looking for what I could have tripped over. Oh, there! Very carefully, since I almost always do everything very carefully, I pick it up. It’s a book. It would be a pretty large book for humans, but it’s only the size of my hand. The book has a shiny, emerald green cover. Interesting. I love reading (although I have to use super cool magnifying glasses to see the words), but I’ve never seen a book like this before. This book is big enough that I don’t need my glasses. I get down on my knees, carefully, of course, and start examining it more. It doesn’t even have a title, just the shiny, green cover. I skim the pages as I flip through them, and stop on a page that’s different from all the others. This page looks old and worn, like wrinkled parchment paper. All the others looked normal. Not even looking at the words, I trace my hand down the page with curiosity. Suddenly, the page seems to start to glow. What? It’s getting brighter. It’s glowing into a bright, gleaming silver. It keeps going, until I don’t think it can possibly get brighter. Thud. Opening my eyes, I wonder where the heck I am. It’s beautiful… but it’s definitely not Pinecone Precipice, where I was just seconds ago. There are animals roaming around, nothing man made in sight! Crystal blue waterfalls, and a ground made of diamond. Standing up, I walk over to a horse standing in a grassy field nearby. She’s beautiful, with chocolate colored hair and a long black mane and tail. And she’s smart! As I approach her, she uses her paw to write out ‘Welcome to the land where no human has ever stepped foot’ No humans? Ever? Wow. No wonder everything is so pretty, natural, and perfect. It’s even prettier than Pinecone Precipice. “Hi,” I say, greeting her with a smile, although I’m much taller than her. “I’m Neawin”. She writes out 'Hello Neawin, I’m Cora.’ She’s a fast writer. I could have a conversation with her like she’s a human! Later, I’m looking for a place to sleep. I make myself a bed out of nature, and it’s actually pretty comfortable. Over the next few weeks, I spend all my time talking to Cora, enjoying the nature, and sleeping at night. One night, I can’t fall asleep, so I start muttering random words. All of a sudden, the ground starts to shake. I gasp. In the distance, I see Cora taking cover. Fires start to appear everywhere. Animals start turning on each other. What happened? Did I do this? I start thinking out loud, overwhelmed by everything that’s happening. As suddenly as it started, it stops. Huh? Did I do that? I… I think I just accidentally cast a spell. But how? It must have been something I said. Terrified, I attempt to sleep. There’s no way I’m telling anyone that I think it was me, even Cora. Things go back to normal after that night. Everything is clear and beautiful again. Me and Cora are talking, and she brings up that night “Yeah, that was weird.” I say. ‘Yeah, how did that even happen?’ Cora agrees. “I don’t know, I didn’t mean to- I mean, um, I was confused when it happened.” Oh no, did I really just do that? I basically told Cora I made that happen! ‘You… what?’ Cora questions. ‘You made that happen? How’ “I don’t know,” I admit. “I was muttering nonsense and then this happened.” ‘Wow…’ Cora remarks ‘I kind of like having a change around here. ‘Are you able to do it again’ Shocked, I say “Um.. I don’t know about that. Is there any other kind of change we could make?” ‘Probably, but what you did was actually amazing! Just mutter nonsense again’ She tells me. So I do, but nothing happens. Cora sighs and I say “Sorry…” Instead of pawing out words like she usually does, Cora just pawed up scribbles. As suddenly as my spell, fangs appeared in her mouth. Her eyes turned red, her face evil. ‘I need a change,’ she said furiously. ‘Now.’ Her paw started scraping the ground in scribbles again, and everything returned to normal. ‘Oh my god!’ She writes furiously. ‘I’m so sorry! That’s what happens when I scribble, and I scribble when I get upset. I didn’t mean to do that to you. And I’m sorry, I don’t need change that much.’ “It’s okay!” I say. “Looks like we both had some secrets.” And for weeks after that, everything was just like it was when I arrived here.

main cabin weekly ⍋ 03.16.22
word count: 3368

➻ part one // collaborative story
word count: 301
Note: For the collaborative story, I did a collaboration with many of my fanfiction campers- Zia, Kit, Lax, JC, and Sandy! Despite us being a lot more than two people, I checked with the hosts and they said this was perfectly alright to do! My words are in teal, and I have a total of 301 words!

The night had fallen, the air was cold. Silvery mist snaked above the air, masking the twinkling night sky. Luna crawled between the bushes as quietly as she could, crunching on a few branches as she did so. The Protector's Fortress loomed in plain sight- hopefully no one was awake. “C'mon, Kit!” she whispered to her fellow Adventurer. “I think the compass shards are this way!”

Up in her room in the east block of the protector's fortress, Zia was pacing. She couldn't help but think that there was something she was missing. Something to do with the placement of the shards that didn't quite add up. She sighs and walks over to her window where she spies two shadowy figures outlines in the mist, her heart thumping in her chest, she climbs out of her window and continues to observe these figures while perched in a tree.

Kit nodded, and followed Luna as silently as she could. She looked up towards the fortress. Was there someone in that window? Kit shook her head. Probably nothing. It was too dark to tell. Besides, even if someone was watching, that didn't mean the Adventurers had been seen.

Behind Luna and out of view, Lax eyed the Fortress warily. In the dim light of the moon, it seemed eery, like a haunted house just waiting to capture its victims. It made their skin crawl. So, the moment they saw a silhouette in what looked to be Zia’s room, they signaled to Luna and Kit. “Zia’s up there!” They hissed.

Luna's head snapped up to where Lax was pointing, her heart sinking in her gut as she saw Zia open her window and begin to climb out. “Quick, hide before she sees us!” she hissed, pulling both Lax and Kit away from the visibility of the moonlight. She watched anxiously as Zia scanned the grounds, appearing to be looking for something. Had she seen them?

JC was on her daily stroll through the woods, searching for shards, when she hears someone whisper, “Zia's up there!” Looking up, she spots Zia in a tree, gazing only a few feet away from where JC stood. JC followed her gaze, seeing three figures hidden in the bushes. Adventurers? Warriors? JC crept closer, hoping for a better look.

“Come on, let’s hide over here,” Luna suggested, bringing them over to a nearby tree. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Zia didn’t see them, she didn’t realize what was right in front of her- and slammed straight into JC.

JC lost view as one of the three pulled the others into the greenery. She hurried into the trees after them, drawing her bow. They didn't appear to have spotted her. Yet. She walked around another tree, and ran into Luna. “Hey!” she shouted, picking up the arrows that had fallen out of her quiver. They were adventurers, from their outfits, and the one she'd bumped in to…was that the Chief Adventurer?

Looking longingly at the window where their old best friend had come back inside, Lax let out a yelp, feeling Luna tug on their hand- and walk right into JC. “Are you okay?” They asked her worriedly.

Luna gave Lax a reassuring nod, her brown eyes set nervously on JC. “H-hi there,” she chuckled nervously. “Nice…seeing you?” she said sheepishly.

Meanwhile, Sandy was checking out the Protectors' Fortress, thinking of a way to sabotage it, when she noticed Luna, Lax, and Kit next to JC. /Should we take on the Protectors right now?/ she wondered, but decided to wait behind an oak tree to jump in if anything goes wrong.

“I'm fine,” JC replied. “But what are you doing at the Fortress?”

Kit sighed. So much for not being discovered. Luna had better have a good cover story.

Luna did not have a good cover story. “O-oh, we just got a bit lost!” she said, chuckling lightheartedly, fidgeting nervously. “We were looking for the Warrior's Battalion, we need to get a few compass shards from there.” It wasn't a complete lie, right? Hopefully her nervousness wasn't showing enough to give them away.

“We were just looking for compass shards,” Lax jumped in, in their most neutral voice. “It just so happened it led us near here,”

Luna glanced at Lax nervously, then back at JC. Luna had chosen to tell a slight fib, whereas Lax had decided to tell JC a neutral-sounding truth. Their stories had a decent amount in common, but it might not have been enough to convince JC that they weren't plotting against the Protectors.


➻ part two // developing a protagonist
word count: 638

Name: Raiden ‘Rai’ Yikao
Age: 17
Pronouns: they/them
Species: Human

Personality and Traits: Rai is quick. Fast-paced and living in the next moment, they’re always moving forward and never looking back. They’re very ambitious, and enjoy setting large, luxurious goals- and love the challenge of searching for the fastest way to meet them. The main thing that gets in the way of this for them, however, is their sense of empathy. Their compassion constantly gets in the way of taking the quickest paths to success, and it’s a constant debate of whether that’s truly a path they're willing to take. But The idea of failure is something they cannot accept- won’t accept. Although they won’t admit it, failure is a struggle that terrifies them to their very core. The conflict and constant debate leads to desperation as they close off possible options to themself to achieve their goals. They have a very diplomatic nature, and prefer to get their points across through words rather than actions. They’re much more of a talker than a doer- making it difficult for them to actually achieve their goals. Will they find a way to succeed in their goals or will they fall to failure? Will they cross their morals or stay behind the line? Only the story will be able to tell.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths: Alright, starting with Rai’s “wants”! The main thing that Rai strives to do is to achieve their goals quickly- and effectively. The idea of failure daunts them greatly, which is why they always set such grand and ambitious standards for themselve to achieve. Despite their compassionate side always holding them back, this is the main thing they want- even though they’re their own greatest obstacle to achieving it. Transitioning into hopes now- Rai hopes to leave an impact on the world. They’re a visionary, always looking to the future. To them, the future is a blank canvas of potential- one that she wants to leave a bright, bold mark on. Their ambitious side desires to leave a large, fulfilling legacy to the rest of the world: something that will make them remarkable, something that will make them remembered. And finally, strengths! As stated, Rai is ambitious and a visionary, meaning that they are adept at coming up with pioneering ideas and solutions, albeit not being the best at executing them. As more of a talker, they are very diplomatic, and have a way with words- one could call them a silver tongue. Lastly, while this does prove to be their downfall for the majority of their time, their empathy counts as a strength as well! They have the capacity of compassion and caring for others; even if it does hinder and conflict them, it could be proven to be an asset…if only they could learn to utilize it to their advantage.

Dislikes and Fears: Rai’s biggest fear is their fear of failure. The idea daunts them, the idea of falling is something they cannot bear. They strive so hard to go big, to make an impact on the world- if they fail at something, anything, to them it feels like they’ve failed completely. The reason they work to be so far ahead of the crowd stems from their secondary fear- being left behind. They dream to be someone who’s brilliant, remarkable, someone who shines above the others. They’re scared of being inferior; left behind in the darkness. As for their dislikes, ironically contradictory to everything else I’ve said, they dislike doing things. The idea of something to them is better than actually doing it- they can envision their success in their mind. If they do it, the chance of failure that may occur is permanent. Unchangeable. They can weave up the most ambitious and pioneering ideas- but executing them is always where they fall.


➻ part three // developing a setting
word count: 511

The story takes place in the Isles of Eteri. Eteri means ether, or the sky; a recurring theme in the isles. The land is made up of two different isles, both unique in climate and setting. The two are separated by the vast Wren Lake, which doesn’t let many visitors to and fro the isles.

The first isle is the Ilarion Island. Ilarion meaning joy, this crescent-shaped island is thriving and full of life. Set in a tropical rainforest biome, its emerald green palm trees spread across the vast majority of the surface, swaying gently in the relaxing winds. As the trees take up most of the island floor, the people there have managed to live in the canopies, building treehouses in the branches and connecting their homes into a society with ropes and bridges. The weather there is kind to the island, with moderate rainfall, soft breezes, warm temperatures and lots of sunshine. The most notable landmark is what the society likes to call “The Square Market,” located at the heart of the rainforest island. Connected by rope bridges in a square shape, the market takes up multiple stories, hosting floors for food, entertainment, everyday items and more. It’s the heart and soul of the community! The people residing on the island are thriving in this world- but only so on one rule: Never approach Taiga’s Bane.

The second isle has been dubbed “Taiga’s Bane'' by the villagers. Holding true to it’s name, it has traits similar to that of a taiga biome, with its freezing temperature, chilly winds that never seem to die, and an abundance of tall, crooked pine trees. The best word to describe this treacherous isle is stormy. There are storms- constant storms. Jagged cobalt lightning flashes around the island, the imminent rumble of thunder is always lingering. Rain on the island is rare, but the howling wind whips the trees violently. The sky is a sickly shade of dark gray, always hovering above the horizon like a cloud of depression. Waves fiercely lap against the grey, sandy beach, stealing any life that may be lingering on the shore. Not much is known about what goes past the shore- nobody has traveled into Taiga’s Bane before and lived to tell the tale. Only the survivors who were driven away by the harsh winds, never making it the full way across Wren Lake were the ones with tales to share. There’s something mysterious about that island…but nobody has been daring enough to risk their lives to uncover the truth.

After an abundance of villagers died from traveling across Wren Lake, or those lucky enough to arrive at the shore of Taiga’s Bane disappeared, never to be seen again, traveling to Taiga’s Bane was ultimately forbidden. Once a year, Ilarion Island hosts a special festival, honoring the lives of those lost to exploring Taiga’s Bane. The story takes place on the day of this festival. However, far across Wren Lake, a particularly dangerous storm seems to be growing over Taiga’s Bane…one large enough to harm Ilarion Island, too.


➻ part four // developing a premise
word count: 156

You’re on a peaceful stroll, pondering in the depths of your thoughts. You walk in silence, completely alone in your surroundings. Not a single other soul is to be found. Your walk appears to be quite uneventful, until you feel your feet trip over something as you stumble to the ground. As you regain your bearings, you try to search for what you tripped on. You find a book, a peculiar-looking book with a shimmery, emerald green cover. Shifting to a position on your knees, you decide to pick it up and examine it closer. Flipping through the pages, you skim back and forth until you land on a particularly odd one, different from the rest. Unlike the rest of the book, it looks old, worn, like wrinkled parchment. The ink looks faded, aged. Now curious, you gently trace your hand along the raven black lettering, when it suddenly starts to glow a bright, gleaming silver…


➻ part five // bringing it together
word count: 1762

protagonist: ells, a century-old dwarf; created by the wonderful robin! ( https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=66#post-6112069 )
setting: a world inside a sketchbook; crafted by the awesome damian! ( https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6112721/ )
premise: in which the main character embarks on a high-stake quest for redemption, written by the spectacular sandy! ( https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/549873/?page=3#post-6104262 )



The whispers snake across the walls, between the vents and through the pipes. They haunt them with every step, every movement, every breath.

They can’t shake it off, no matter where they turn, no matter where they go.

So they decide to follow it instead.

Ells drifts through the silver, gleaming halls of the castle, listening for the hushed tones of the spirits. It seems to shift, move; grow louder and softer, misleading them.

They make their way into an open part of the castle, a sleek stone canopy bridge stretched across the towers. The fuscia leaves of the winding trees seem to move with the murmurs. The aegean waterfall thunders to mask their sounds. The world; both inside and out, seems to hang on the very whispers that stalk Ells.

Yet, they grow louder as they cross the bridge. Greater as they turn the halls. Pulsing, growing as they descend down the stairs, until they are indeafeaning from behind the mahogany door.

The room is filled with more sound than it is mass. The room is barren, abandoned; except for a rickety, opalite machine. It looks uncared for, beridden, cast aside. Like Ells.

Ells approaches the maching cautiously, peering through the glass visor it equips- and gasps. They recognize the machinery instantly as a redrawer- the only thing, apart from the god, that can transport one to another realm. The presence of such a rare, esteemed machine, so battered, was beyond peculiar. Ells, in their century, had witnessed lives lost and loves broken over the fates that the world managers and their machines had enforced on the people.

The whispers quieted for a breaf moment, leaving Ells alone in tumultuous silence. And then they rose, infinitely harsher than before, slicing through the air.

In five days time, the sin will be redeemed,
Or in twin time, failure will be achieved.
A chance to save a life, a chance to crash and fall,
In five days time, the blood will call.

The whispers vanish, and their prophecy rings clear thrugh Ells’ ears like a ricoheting echo. A chance to save a life. A chance for a sin to be redeemed.

Ells knew exactly what it meant.

The temptation was right there in front of them; taunting them. Leading them here, setting forth a choice that was inexcusably wrong but utterly ingenious. It was a matter of a few steps.

Ells glanced over their shoulder, double checking to make sure that nobody had trailed after them. The answer was obvious, no one ever took a special attention to Ells. Except for him.

And so, Ells stepped into the opalite machine and activated the controls, prepared to lift the greatest regret they burdened.

. . .

Ells forgot how painful the process of being redrawn was.

Having each of your particles broken apart, smudging and grating against each other like lead marks on an eraser. Being twisted and contorted, tangled and warped. Morphing into a figure that was both the same yet different, unique in its own mundane way.

It was both a relief and worse fate when their feet resolidified on the ground, body reforming from the bottom up. As Ells’ senses returned, they couldn’t help but grimace at their new location. The hazy mist blanketed the ground, leaving them wondering at what squelched so fulsomely beneath them. The world was painted in shades of grey and black, haunted with the whispers that had trailed Ells in their previous paradise.

The dead are everywhere. Ghostly whispers rise in hushed voices and crackly shouts, pastel translucent figures floating along the landscape. Deep afar, a cavern awaits, holding endless darkness.

It calls Ells in. And so they submit.

. . .

Ells collapses against the rough, jagged walls, sinking to its rocky surface shakily. Their skin is pallor, their eyes droop; they shiver with every chilling breath and tremble as each moment passes by. Their sense of time is shattered in the endless maze of the cavern; the minutes turned into days, and suddenly a second felt like an hour. Perhaps their five days had already run out. Perhaps death had finally befallen them. As it did him.

Ells, five times as young and not any less shorter, panted as they tore through the forest as fast as they could. Wind whipping their face, laughter dancing around their ears, they couldn’t help but turn back and grin at the boy racing frantically behind them.

“Ells- wait- up!” Kadir cried as he chased after them. As they exited the trees and approached the cliffside, Ells screeched to a halt. But not Kadir. He would have gone right over if they hadn’t grabbed him by the back and pulled him towards them, toppling them both atop each other on the grassy cliffside.

They stayed that way for a few beats, until Kadir rolled off Ells and looked at them with sparkling, dancing lavender eyes. They couldn’t keep a straight face any longer, before the two burst out into loud, uncontrolled shouts of laughter.

Their laughs carried off the cliffsides and faded into the air, but it didn’t matter to them. All that mattered was here, now; best friends, enjoying their final moments in their world before being redrawn to one rumored far worse.

“I hope it’s not too horrid of a realm that we’re going to,” Ells said, pondering thoughtfully. “I’d hate to spend the rest of my life in agony.”

“That’d be impossible,” Kadir countered, shaking his obsidian hair out of his eyes. “We’re best friends, we’re always going to be together. And as long as we’re together, no matter what world we wind up in- it’s going to be the most wonderful.”

Those words were the very pact that had shattered their bond in the next morning.

“I’m sorry, Kadir,” Ells said, a pained expression on their face.

“But- but-” Kadir stumbled over his words, frantically looking for a way to deflect the brutal truth that was being thrown at him. “You can’t! You can’t!”

“The castle world is a once in a lifetime opportunity,” Ells said, choking out their words with the most stoic expression they could muster. “You know I have to take it. The world managers won’t let me decline.”

“But you don’t!” Kadir cried out. “You don’t have to leave me! We’re best friends- we’re always going to be together, right? Right?”

Ells met him with silence.

Ells left him in silence as they turned their back on Kadir and left him standing speechless.

Ells ignored him in silence as they carried on with their final day in the forest, duly completing their tasks and tying up all loose ends until only one remained.

Ells departed to the castle world of paradise in silence.

And Ells stared blankly in silence when he received the news of Kadir’s death from a world manager several days after.

The burden of Kadir was one that had haunted them for many decades to come, just as the whispers had them previously. The regret of abandoning the only person who had truly paid them any mind in an ever-shifting, ever-changing life. A person so loud, so kind, so wild and fiery and wonderful. A friend.

That was all the retrospection Ells needed to stand up and keep moving forward.

. . .

A long tirade, a treacherous journey, an exhaustive trial, and Ells finally arrives at the heart of the spirits’ whispers. Pure black water undulates around the narrow stretch of land, rippling like melted onyx. The stalactites, coated in a pearly silver, hang from the ceiling of the cavern and gleam in the darkness. A long, narrow stretch of land acts as a bridge to a worn, mossy pedestal, crudely carved of rock and quartz.

Ells crosses the land, approaching the pedestal hesitantly. Their shoulders still tremble from the cold every so often, but they make do with what victory they have. They lay a hand on the pedestal, examining the runes that inscribe it.

As soon as they touch it, the whispers fall silent. The carvings glow in a deep, rich purple. Ells leaves their hand on the pedestal, heart thumping in their chest violently.

And finally, the voice they hadn’t heard in so long returns. “You came back for me.”

Light and airy, his unmistakable crisp accent echoing through the cavern. Ells lets a wide grin spread across their face, searching for a physical sign of Kadir. “Of course I did. W-” they scanned the cavern. “Where are you?”

“None of your concern.” Ells’ expression falls. “I know what I did was wrong, Kadir,” they tried. “I was foolish. I abandoned you, just like they all did to us. And I’m so sorry- but I’m here to save you. Please, just come out,” they begged.

“Save me from what?” Kadir’s voice cuts across the cavern like a knife to skin. “Do you know what they redrew me as? Do you know what I’ve become?”

Kadir emerges from the shadows of the cavern, and Ells can’t help but stare blankly in horror. The once handsome young man they knew had transformed into a ghastly, petrifying monster, his copper skin ripped and scarred, his obsidian hair endlessly long and wild, his dazzling lavender eyes now a dark, daunting violet. His lanky frame had been replaced with that of an arachnid, making him grow ten-fold in size as he emerged. He loomed over Ells, his translucent spirit glaring with a raging spite fueled by the very thing Ells seeked to repair.

Before Ells can utter a word, the spirit of Kadir lifts a large, pointed claw, holding a shimmering stone the size no larger than Ells’ palm. It looks so small, helpless in Kadir’s claws.

As Ells peers at it closer, they recognize the iridescent shimmer. The gleam of all colors. The beauty of an opalite stone. Identical to the material a redrawer was recrafted of.

“No,” Ells said, stepping backwards. “No, it can’t- Kadir-”

Ells meets Kadir’s gaze with desolate desperation, and he returns it with one of burning hatred. His voice shifts to a harsh, rich rasp, perfectly mimicking that of the whispers that haunted Ells throughout the castle. “In five days time, the blood will call,” he hisses.

The final thing Ells sees are the eyes of a monster flashing violet.

“This is the monster that you created.”

fin.

Note: Ahh I'm surprisingly proud of this! Everyone's creations for the previous parts of the weekly were so rich and talented, and I adored being able to use them to craft a story. It was so much fun! And I 100% did not name my story after an Arcane song haha what no B)

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A lot of people ask me what my house is. Truth be told, not even I know.
It’s a wacky house. It’s mismatched, victorian style, cramming in its worth upwards, as the island it’s located on might be the size of a small house. Two roofs jut out on the same level, opposite sides. The front door has been elevated to make room for the basement, and a small staircase leads to it. Tiled, roofs signify the next tier to the towers. On the largest tower that contains the door below is a rounded glass roof- doubling as an observatory for stars, and a way to grow the rare and wanted moon flowers. The only means of getting to the house is a small white dock in the front. The more you look, the more to describe. Windows are almost in every single area possible. Some towers end off in turrets. Collums hold some of the jutted exterior. Pipes fit the space inbetween the windows. There are multiple chimneys. The house is a simple gray with brightly colored magenta red roof, window, turret, and trimming accents.
So yes, it may be a little bit odd. But it’s my house. The best ever. Passed on through generations of wackiness to reach this point. I’m on the top of the observatory installing a satilite dish when I hear a knock on the door. I jump down to the floor and proceed to slide down the ladders until I reach the door.
There was a stuffy man at my door. He’s dressed in a suit and his hair is disgustingly styled with gel.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“That’s no way to treat a guest,” he answered.
“You’re on my house, my territory,” I shot back. “How many?”
“Two moonflowers, ten meteor lanterns, and one moonflower juice,” He said, handing over some coins.
I do the math in my head and count the money. It’s exactly enough.
“You’re short a dollar. We charge a service fee to rude customers,” I said.
His lip curles with rage. “No you don’t! You’re just trying to mess with me!”
“Aww, you’re no fun,” I smirk. “Wait here.”
I shut the door on him and climb up one ladder to reach my storage room. I make 3 trips. Two for the lanterns, one for the juice and flowers.
I open the door and have him watch me pack it into a box. Most customers like me doing that because they’re afraid of me scamming them. As if.
He hands me the coins, which, I count again just in case. Then I hand him the box and he’s on his way.
I sigh. This is the normal order for stuffy cheaps like him. They know they can’t replicate meteors, so they buy multiple of those. But they think they can breed moonflowers together so they don’t need to keep coming to me for some. That’s not how it works. Not that anyone knows you need a direct blast of moonlight to grow them correctly. And the only spot with that direct blast, is here. In an optimized area stratigically planned by my ancestors for this very purpose.
Now the moonflower juice they suspect is not moonflowers. They are very wrong. They’ll try to analyze it and make a dumb claim, and the press will shut it down. Or they’ll try to replicate it. None of this works.
Some nobles are fond of sending criminals to raid my house. A few things about that. A. You’re not cool. B. My house has a shield, a forcefield if you will, how do you think I collect all of these meteors without the house being damaged? The only unshielded place is the door and the path. The door can only be unsheilded by a pendant I wear around my neck. At all times. I even put little signs saying “stay on the path please” because if they don’t, they hit the forcefield and i’ve installed tiny sensors, so if that happens, they get doused in water. It’s always a sight and a pleasure to see that happen to an unruly guest, though I am dissapointed that today’s customer missed it.
Surrounding my island are tiny islands, maybe the size of a small apartment building. For them. I place lanterns outside to catch the meteors in.
My whole system is efficient, as it’s been perfected over the years. I sip some moonflower juice. All in a good day’s work. I climb up to the observatory once again, but this time to grab and replant some flowers.
Breeding them works fine, actually, but growing them into the beautiful white flowers with silver sheens and blue glows that they are requires the special treatment. I take out my can and give them some water, removing one I see that’s ready to be sold. It goes in a pretty looking pot.
Dawn is the time I water them, and then I go to the market. I put on a light blue dress with puffy white sleeves, and grab my basket of moonflowers.
Today, buisness is blooming (much like my flowers, pun not intended). Many people are here and I set up my stall. There’s a small line forming now, and once i’m open, people buy them one at a time. I like this system. They only buy one, as they usually can only afford one, and bulk stock is only if you go personally to my island for orders. It’s a fair system, and it’s almost nightfall when I finish up.
I take my boat back to my house, tying it up at the dock, and begin to harvest the meteors. It’s a smaller shower tonight, only a few show up, and I catch them with lanterns open. The tiny islands where I keep the lantern jars are connected by a series of bridges, so wherever the meteor lands, I can ajust them accordingly.
I let one splash in the water. I want to make jewlery out of these, but haven’t found a way yet to keep them from fading out or hurting something. Meteors are tricky things to handle.
I decide to sleep on a cot in the observatory tonight, basking in the moonlight as I go to sleep and prepare for another day.

Weekly #2!!

Part 1 - sections in bold + italics are mine! link here

Indigo paced up and down the corridor of her headquarters, double-checking every last element of her plan and occasionally snapping an order out to one of her henchmen.

In the rain outside, an unsuspecting man by the name of Owen Tirish was on his midnight stroll, purposefully splashing in puddles that could ruin his boots. He looked at the looming clouds without any expressions of either pessimism or optimism, simply just looking. The rain was soft and Owen was cold as he hid deeper within his trenchcoat.

Indigo spotted Owen out of the window, and decided that he would make a perfect victim for her plan. Her assistant was driving up and down the road outside, and Indigo signalled for the plan to begin. The car revved up, and drove past Owen (breaking the speed limit as it went), kicking up a spray of muddy water.

“Hey!” Owen called in disgust, backing away from the curb. He tried to wipe off the water, a feat which, obviously, was not going to work, and groaned. “I just got this thing…” He complained to himself, turning back as he desperately tried to wring out the liquid from the ruined coat.

Indigo smiled to herself. Game time. She opened the front door of her base, and called out with an innocent smile, “Hey mister! You okay? That driver must have been a real jerk, you wanna come inside and get clean and dry?”

He turned back, hearing her voice. “Oh, I'm okay, really. My place isn't far from here.” He reconsidered. “Well, actually- sure.” tugging off his coat, he made his way to the door, returning her smile with one that might have been even more charming and innocent.

She grinned smugly internally, and then flashed him a warm, caring look as she led him inside. “So if you just head upstairs, the bathroom is just on your left, and there'll probably be some clothes your size in the cupboard just down the hall from the bathroom. I have brothers,” she lied by way of explanation. (Really, she had been planning this ruse for a long time, and had made sure she had clothes available in every size, just in case.)

Too much information, Owen thought, biting his tongue to keep from revealing himself. She seemed harmless enough, for now. Simply calm. Maybe she was the type who always had to explain herself? Whatever it was, he was glad it was warm here. “Thank you very much.” He nodded, taking a hold of the railing and leading himself up the stairs.

“No problem,” Indigo beamed innocently, and as soon as Owen's back was turned, she sent off a quick text message to her next accomplice, reading: “LOCK HIM IN.”

Still unsuspecting, Owen found himself upstairs and in the bathroom, rummaging for some towels to dry himself off.

Indigo's accomplice crept out onto the landing and quickly turned the key in the lock of the bathroom door. Meanwhile, Indigo herself sat downstairs on the couch reading a book, looking every inch the perfect hostess.

Owen did not hear the door lock, too preoccupied with trying to wipe off the mud. He wet it slightly and set it out to dry on the toilet, reaching for the doorknob and realizing that it was locked. “What kind of door locks from the outside?” he groaned. “Heyy!” He called. “Your bathroom locked on me!”

Indigo heard him calling from where she was sitting downstairs, took a deep breath, and called to her mind the next line of the script she'd prepared for this plan. (She usually looked at her plots as almost acting.) “Really? That's weird,” she replied. “It can be a bit stiff sometimes, maybe try again?”

Owen tried to rationally and calmly open the door, though to no avail. Sighing, he threw himself against the door.

Indigo bit her lip, praying that the door's reinforcements would hold. On some level she had expected something like this to happen, but it was still nervewracking to actually be in the situation.

Parts 2, 3, and 4!

Name: Dianna
Age: 15
Species: human

Dianna can be quite cunning and sneaky, but she is quite soft-hearted really. She’s fierce when she needs to be, especially when defending her loved ones. She’s very strong-willed and independent, and can be extremely stubborn at times, which gets her into a lot of trouble sometimes, because she’s really bad at following orders if she doesn’t think they’re useful. She loves learning new things and researching historical events that are interesting to her. She doesn’t trust people very easily, but once she’s decided to trust somebody, she’s fully ride-or-die for them, so she can be very hurt if people end up betraying her after she’s let them in. She’s quite introverted but often pretends to be extroverted since she normally ends up needing to talk to a lot of people to gather the information she needs or wants. She’s somewhere in between optimistic and pessimistic because she normally has quite a clear-headed view of situations. She really wants to be seen as strong and competent by others, so she often represses her emotions and doesn’t really show them around other people much. She pretends to be cold and emotionless unless she’s around people she really cares about, and even then, she protects people she’s close to and doesn’t want to feel like she needs protection.

Her greatest wish is for everybody she loves to be safe and happy. If anybody asked her, she would say that it was to rule the world, or something similar to that, but really, she just wants everybody to be happy. In terms of her own future, she wants to do something that keeps her on her toes. She gets bored very easily, and needs things to do that keep her mind occupied. She often ends up bouncing from project to project when something gets too simple for her, which often ends up with her being overworked and exhausted. Deep down - so far down that even she doesn’t really realize it - she just wants some time for herself, where she can kick back and relax, and let somebody else deal with all the emergencies. However, she’s not very good at letting other people take charge, so she really needs a period of time where there aren’t any emergencies she needs to deal with. Her greatest strengths are probably her level-headed personality, and how calm and strategic she is in moments of crisis. She’s also pretty competent when it comes to fighting, and she can defend herself if it ever comes down to that.

She hates moments where she’s not able to help - she has anxiety around not being able to be in control, and she absolutely despises having to sit around and do nothing while other people handle the real issues. She’s afraid of the people she loves being in danger, and the possibility that she wouldn’t be able to rescue them in a situation like that. She also hates the idea that people could be talking about her behind her back and she would never know what they thought of her - she prefers upfront conflict resolution: if you have something to say about her, just say it to her face.

Your setting is a royal court - the timing of your story is at a ball. People from all over the kingdom have been invited, regardless of social status. Everybody is dressed up in their fanciest clothes, whether that’s a ballgown, a suit, or something else. The palace itself is beautifully ornate, with statues of past monarchs in the corridors and perfect, marbled floors.

The ball has been planned meticulously by its royal hosts. There is a table of appetisers in one corner, with shrimp tartlets, canapés, lamb skewers, and more. People drift slowly over to that table over the course of the evening, and the ball will end with a banquet. Waiters float around the ballroom, topping up people’s champagne glasses and ensuring that everything is going smoothly and to plan.

The decorations are elegant - the room is lit by two massive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, as well as lovely candles, strategically dotted around the room. The windows are stained glass, and each one depicts a scene from the history of the kingdom. Vases of flowers stand on more or less every unoccupied flat surface, and the flowers themselves (white and yellow roses) are all colour-coded to match the golden theme of the room itself.

A gramophone in the corner plays piano music as people waltz around the ballroom. Outside, the sun is just beginnining to set, leaving the sky streaked with wonderful bright oranges, reds, purples, and pinks. Later in the night, the full moon will be perfectly visible. There won’t be a single cloud in the sky to obscure the constellations - each named for a past member of the royal family - which shine brightly through the windows.

As the guests dance, the ballroom fills up with every colour of the rainbow. Red ballgowns swirl around violet suits, and turquoise jackets spin around yellow skirts. The palace hasn’t been this lively in decades. The windows are open to let the fresh air in, and the music spills out into the grounds, along with the sounds of laughter and heeled shoes on marble floors.

At some point during the evening, the reigning monarch will walk down the grand staircase and perhaps make a speech. Who knows how it will be received? For although the ball seems perfectly amicable, many of the guests are simply pretending to get along with each other. Under the perfect, glossy veneer of the evening lies fractured alliances and too many rivalries to count.

Your character doesn’t think they have any magic powers - until one day, they are muttering nonsense words (in any context) and suddenly, completely by accident, manage to cast a spell. They try to keep their new-found powers a secret, as there is an organization which discourages the use of magic, and would try to take away your character’s powers if they found out about them.

However, at some point, somebody finds out about their powers, and comes up to them asking for help. Your character doesn’t want to admit that they have very little knowledge or control of their powers, so they have to try and find a way of helping this other character, whether that involves solving the problem non-magically or by trying to figure out how to use their powers.

Unfortunately, in a surprise twist, this other character has a big secret that they’re keeping from your character, which is going to drastically affect the outcome of this mission.

Part 5 - character + setting + premise

Marilyn Evergreen paces the halls of the Midwinter Castle, bored out of her mind. She’s stuck at home until the storm blows over and her grandparents can get home. Some days she kind of hates being a princess. She’ll be a queen in a few weeks. Her grandmother, the current queen, is planning to retire, so Marilyn’s coronation will be right after that.

She’s bored, so naturally she decides to go upstairs to the top floor and look at the royal archives. She studies Political History at university - she’s always wanted to look at the archives. Her grandparents won’t let her, though. Apparently some of the content in there “isn’t suitable for a young lady”. Now, however, she’s twenty-one years old and her grandparents aren’t at the castle. They were on an official royal trip when the storm hit. They’re okay, but they can’t travel back until the weather improves.

When she gets to the top floor, she heads straight for the section about the Three Trials. It’s one of her favourite parts of the country’s history - her great-grandmother, Jasmine Evergreen, fought and won against Beatrice Evergreen, her great-great-aunt. Marilyn’s grandmother brought her up telling her all about the amazing victory which led to her side of the family claiming the throne.

The story goes like this. Jasmine and Beatrice were sisters, separated at birth. Jasmine was older, and Beatrice was a year younger. Jasmine was brought up by her godmother, Amelia, while Beatrice was raised in the Midwinter Castle by their parents to believe that she was the true heir to the throne. When Jasmine came to the castle to claim her birthright, Beatrice refused to believe her and said that she was a usurper.

The king and queen, who had passed away when Jasmine and Beatrice were teenagers, had known that Jasmine was out there being raised away from home, so they had set up the Three Trials so she could prove she was the rightful heir. She succeeded, and because she was a kind and loving sister, she didn’t punish Beatrice for treason. Instead, Beatrice went to live somewhere else, had children, and maybe grandchildren or even great-grandchildren.

Marilyn browses the shelves of the archive, looking for something interesting to keep her occupied. Eventually she hits on something - an old, worn notebook. She pulls it off the shelf, being careful not to damage it, and reads the words scrawled on the front cover. Beatrice Evergreen - a record of the Three Trials. Her eyes widen. This looks incredible. She’s always secretly wondered what Beatrice must have thought of the whole thing - being raised to believe she was the heir and then finding out that she wasn’t.

She opens to the first page. Unfortunately for her, the first few pages are just a whole lot of Beatrice whining that she’s totally the true heir and Jasmine is a nasty liar. Marilyn rolls her eyes at that. To think - she’s the age now that Beatrice would have been then!

Then it starts to get interesting. It clearly holds no weight as a historical record, but it’s really interesting to read.

I’ve been doing some digging, and I think I can prove that Jasmine isn’t who she says she is. I think she is my father’s illegitimate daughter with Amelia. They corresponded about a year before Jasmine was born. That’s not conclusive proof, but I have more. I visited Amelia’s memories-

Marilyn gasps out loud. Memory-seeking spells used to be common historically, she knows, but they’re illegal now in most places, and highly taboo even if they aren’t illegal, since they invade somebody’s privacy so much. Hearing that Beatrice used one only makes Marilyn more wary of this so-called proof.

-and I saw her preparing a love potion and slipping it to my father.

Another gasp. Love potions have always been illegal. This can’t be true. Beatrice has got to be lying.

I can’t prove anything, but I think it’s pretty clear to me that Amelia and my father had a baby, and it would make sense if it were Jasmine. Of course, if she’s an illegitimate child, she legally has no claim to the throne.

Marilyn rolls her eyes at that, because of course it’s not definitive proof. Memory-seeking spells aren’t always completely reliable, and sometimes they mix up legitimate memories with hopes and wishes. Maybe Amelia was in love with the king and thought about enchanting him.

She flicks to the next entry.

I was wrong. She isn’t my father’s child at all. She wrote me a letter, bragging about all of this. I can’t believe her.

The letter is tucked carefully into the pages, and Marilyn takes it out with shaking hands. The first thing she does is she touches it lightly and focuses her intent, casting a spell to find out whether the letter is really from Jasmine, or whether it’s a forgery.

It glows green for a moment before fading; that means it’s real. Marilyn reads it eagerly, wanting to know the truth.

Sister dearest. I’m sure you are wondering what is going on. You’ve doubtless followed a hundred red herrings, loose threads, and dead ends, trying to find the truth of my parentage. Well, the truth is: I am not your sister at all. I am the only daughter of Amelia Scott and her husband, whom I know you’ve come across. You are the eldest daughter of the King and the Queen. Congratulations. Nobody will ever believe you. Love - the new Queen.

Marilyn sets the letter down gently, her mind racing. The spell said the letter was genuine. Why would Jasmine send a letter like that if it wasn’t true? She wouldn’t. Nobody would. That would be insanity. But why hadn’t Beatrice shown it to anybody? Then again - who would she have shown it to?

She keeps reading Beatrice’s record.

She’s so infuriating, I can’t believe this kingdom wants her as queen. That’s not at all what I expected, though. Amelia’s husband… he’s a nasty piece of work. Come to think of it, though, it’s not surprising Jasmine’s his daughter. They’re really quite similar, now I actually think about it. Both awful people.

Marilyn scoffs. Jasmine wasn’t an awful person. That much she knows.

I’m going to lose the trials, I can feel it. The entire kingdom’s against me. Sometimes it feels like the entire world is against me. It probably is. If Jasmine wins, which she will, I don’t want this record to be destroyed. I want somebody to find it again someday. It’ll be too late for me - she’ll have me killed, I don’t doubt.

That’s not true, Marilyn thinks. Jasmine didn’t kill Beatrice. Beatrice voluntarily moved out of the kingdom and was… never heard from again. Oh. That… actually makes quite a lot of sense, now. Jasmine secretly had Beatrice killed. Right.

She’s cheating, the next entry reads. She’s cheating in the trials. The rules said no assistance, and she’s using practically the entire royal guard. I can’t believe her. I’m going to die for sure. It’s my daughter I’m worried about, though. She’s four and I’m scared to death of what’ll happen if Jasmine finds her after I’m dead. So far she’s been living with her godfather (how ironic) but if she gets her hands on my daughter…

That’s the final entry in the record.

Well. That’s pretty definitive proof, Marilyn thinks, that Beatrice was the rightful heir. Jasmine herself admitted it.

Then she remembers - Beatrice has a great-granddaughter, about Marilyn’s age. She’s technically part of the royal family, but she never comes to events. She’ll be at Marilyn’s coronation, though, probably. Perfect.

“Lynny darling!” she hears.

Her grandparents are home.

Tucking the record under her arm, she storms down the stairs, ready to confront them.

“Lynny darling! It’s so good to see you again, sweetheart!” her grandmother says softly, hugging her.

Marilyn pulls away from the hug and glares.

“Did you know that your mother wasn’t the rightful winner of the Three Trials?” she says, her voice icy-cold.

“Lynny darling. Let’s discuss this,” her grandmother says calmly, her voice smooth. “Your great-granny Jasmine was a hero. Her sister Beatrice was a liar and a snake. You know this, sweetheart. I don’t know who’s been telling you what, but it isn’t true.”

Marilyn grinds her teeth. Her grandmother has always been like this, but there’s never been a situation as serious as this before. She pulls out the letter that Jasmine wrote Beatrice, and reads it aloud.

Her grandmother’s face seems to drop as she reads. That’s all the proof Marilyn needs that she knew.

“You knew,” she says. “You knew all these years and you didn’t say anything.”

“Lynny darling, think logically. There was nothing that could have been done. There was no point to revealing the truth then, and there is no point now. So don’t even think about telling anybody.”

“But-”

“No buts, Lynny darling. Now, we need to discuss the small matter of your coronation! It’s in two weeks, after all, and we need you to be perfectly prepared.”

Marilyn allows her grandmother to sweep her away, because it’s easier than arguing.

And soon enough, the day of her coronation arrives. She’s woken up at five o’clock in the morning and taken away to have last-minute alterations made to her dress (she’d rather be wearing a suit), to run through her speech and formal oath one last time (she’d rather read the speech she had written) and inspect the decorations.

Her etiquette teacher from school has for some reason followed her to the castle, and is now reminding her how to waltz, how to curtsey, how to walk down the stairs… it never ends.

At some point, she manages to sneak off. A plan is beginning to form in her mind, and she needs to do just a little bit more research before she can even consider executing it.

At eleven o’clock, Marilyn Evergreen walks down the stairs to the main hall of the Midwinter Castle, running through her plan one last time. It’s traditional for the ascending monarch to make a speech before they are formally crowned, which is perfect. The speech Marilyn’s grandmother gave her is about the Three Trials and their ancestor Jasmine’s bravery and heroism.

The speech Marilyn has written is also about the Three Trials.

She clears her throat and begins, her hands shaking slightly as she holds her notecards.

“Once upon a time, the Three Trials were fought between two sisters, each claiming to be the rightful heir to the throne,” she begins - the traditional beginning of the tale.

“But they were never actually sisters.”

A gasp echoes through the crowd, and Marilyn pauses before continuing. “Jasmine Evergreen was Jasmine Scott-Miller, the daughter of Amelia Scott and her husband. She was never a royal.”

She very carefully does not look at her grandmother.

“Beatrice Evergreen, the true heir to the throne, was killed by Jasmine before she could reveal the truth. Jasmine cheated in the Three Trials to ensure her own success.”

She takes a deep breath. Time for the most important part of this whole plan. She sees Minerva Evergreen in the crowd, looking at Marilyn like she’s her hero. That’s all she needs to give her the courage for this.

“Beatrice Evergreen had a four-year-old daughter, who managed to escape this kingdom and survive. She went on to have children of her own. Her descendants are still alive and well. They are the rightful heirs to this throne,” she says, gesturing at the throne she’s definitely supposed to be sitting on at this point.

“Minerva Evergreen, the great-granddaughter of Beatrice Evergreen, is her eldest living descendant,” she continues. For a moment, she thinks about how that means Minerva’s parents must have died, just like Marilyn’s.

“And therefore Minerva Evergreen is the person who should be being crowned today.”

The crowd goes wild, but Minerva Evergreen is there, looking stunned. And really, that’s all Marilyn needs to know that she’s done the right thing.

Total word count = 3470!

Wari’s Journal, Entry 4
March 16th

A couple days ago, it might have just been the most eventful day of my life after the helmet shattered. While on patrol, I found a group of Adventurers and Protectors, apparently arguing about the Adventurers trying to steal keys. I got wrapped up in it, but all that happened might end up filling up this entire journal entry. I might recount what happened in a future entry, but that isn’t what I wanted to write today.

The whole situation made me reflect over the last few days. Perhaps the Protectors are in the same situation as us, and maybe even the Adventurers too. I wonder if our hostility and rivalry toward each other causes us to be blind to the similarities between our divisions.

After all, the three groups were united once, generations ago. Most of the stories circling around the Battalion are about our history after the leader of the village died. So, I did some investigating about what it was like before.

And what I found was… unbelievable? troubling? inspiring?

It was different, to say the least.

In those ancient days, the three siblings worked together to help the village and its people grow and thrive. Each sibling had their followers, but they collaborated in unison to satisfy the needs of all.

The Protector trained healers and farmers, to ensure that both the forest and its inhabitants had what they needed to survive.

The Adventurer taught others to keep moving and exploring, to find new resources and lands, and to bring joy and laughter to the people of the village.

And the Warrior showed all those who were willing how to fight and hunt, to defend the community from harm, and to make sure the village was a safe place to play and learn. I’m descended from one of those first Warriors. I wonder what my life would have been like had I lived in those days.

Each faction was distinct, yet interconnected, each vital to the functioning of the group as a whole. Even when the divisions separated, traces of each group and their functions and values live on in the Warriors. Perhaps the same is true for the Protectors and Adventurers.

The divisions lived in peace once. And I truly believe that it is possible to achieve that unity once more. But not if we keep treating other with suspicion and aggression. Not if we cite events that happened decades ago as still relevant today.

But I’m afraid that the shattering of our talismans has made things worse. Maybe it’s proof that the divisions are too deeply rooted in the paths that we walked for generations. I’m not sure. The only thing left is to wait and see.

Loyal to the last,

Wari
The Warriors’ Battalion
467 words

I translated Destroya by MCR. Slight trigger warning. The story is exactly 600 words tee hee

check check
check check
Check, check, check
Check, check, check, check, check
proof
just look
Don't think what a wicker egg
It is necessary to apply the help
it's not too long
Adhesive on dear * scarred band
Well pleases cinema this
For the purposes of the Agreement
Rub proteinase in the body
He washes money with money!
You are in God
no credit in luck
They don't believe in us
adj I think we are the enemy
You are in God
no credit in luck
They don't believe in us
Give your believe that we are the enemy!
uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
just now
we are in the right part
Lots of reds, we insects hide
The regulation is based on the same conditions
I didn’t believe it in the afternoon.
This is the case
This is what you need
what have you become
When I take you
Fully zoomed in?
You are in God
no credit in luck
They don't believe in us
Give your believe that we are the enemy!
You are in God
no credit in luck
They don't believe in us
Give your believe that we are the enemy!
Confusion, confusion, confusion
Interrupt, interrupt, interrupt, interrupt
against the sun, we are the enemy
Interrupt, interrupt, interrupt, interrupt
uh uh uh uh
U-ö-ö-ö-ö-ö-ö
uh uh uh uh
Night-night-night-night-night
I don't believe in God (You don't believe in God)
no credit in luck
I don't believe in you (They don't believe in us)
I just think we're the enemy (adjon I think we're the enemy)
I don't believe in God (You don't believe in God)
no credit in luck
I don't believe in you (They don't believe in us)
I just think we're the enemy (adjon I think we're the enemy)
uh uh uh uh
uh uh uh uh
uh uh uh uh
uh uh uh uh
uh uh uh uh
You are in God
no credit in luck
They don't believe in us
adj I think we are the enemy
You are in God
no credit in luck
They don't believe in us
adj I think we are the enemy
Confusion, confusion, confusion
Interrupt, interrupt, interrupt, interrupt
against the sun, we are the enemy
Destroy, Destroy, we're waiting
confusion, confusion
against the sun, we are the enemy
I would show you what you have, children of the weapon
Well, hide and don't run
against the sun, we are the enemy
So show me what you have
against the sun, we are the enemy

You’re all I have now. You realize that, right?
Please don’t forget that this is an illusion that they put us in. That the fluorescent lighting, the scratchy carpet, the polyester couch are false promises. Check the wicker trash cans, you’ll find the shriveled bodies of bugs. This place is no more than a trap. Keep out of view. Don’t let them see you.
There’s no escape anymore, do you realize that? Our rebellions will now be internal. Our fingertips clasped together through our jail cells. We can count the days left of our sentence in hushed voices together, the days till we can see each other again. Refuse to look at the LED’s that they tell you are the sun. There is no sun when it is night. What we refuse is now what we are. Don’t let them take that from you. Die if you have to. That’s our last resort, that has to be our choice. They have to know it’s more than just a bluff, we have to have some sort of thing left. But I need you to know that you’re my only hope now. My only reason. There’s no point in hope anymore when we’re never going to see the sun again. But maybe I’ll see you and maybe that can get me through the next ten years.
We’ve lost the rebellion. We’ve been taken away from the fight, so lower your arms, for there is now nothing to raise them for. There’s proof wherever you look, so look, please look, don’t let yourself be blinded by what they call the sun. There is no light here beyond what is false. We can’t destroy the system when the system has us caught in it’s net. Oh, I wish we could. But we can claw at the nets, maybe tear a hole to slip through like fish.
So please. Hide when you can, find power in the fact that they cannot see you. Behind closed doors, we can be together. Don’t bother fighting anymore, they’ve got us. But they can’t destroy what they can’t see, so please, don’t let them see us. If we hide, then we can be invincible, at least for that moment. We are no more than insects to them. As long as they don’t see us, we’re safe.
And remember who they are. They are children of weapons, the sons and daughters who have been bred from the beginning to hurt us. Don’t bother running from them, for their bullets will pierce you faster than you can dodge them.
And remember who we are- we are the enemy, the ones they have been sent to destroy. We are the enemy, they don’t believe in us and they never did.
I do not believe in you, either. I’m sorry to say. It’s just I don’t know who you are anymore. There’s no way to defeat the trap, and there’s no way to escape. Perhaps that means I’ve already been destroyed by them, if they’ve caught my spirit with me. And I think you may have been destroyed to, and how does that happen to someone like you? Luck has never served anyone for more than three times, so don’t trust that either. Trust yourself and yourself only. You and I know there’s no point in thinking if it’s only what you heard them say. Your soul will know how to listen to the pauses in their voices. Trust that. There’s no other option anymore.
Please don’t let me down. You know I can’t lose you. Not after we’ve already lost this war.

3/16/2022 Daily

622/600 words

One word: RUSHED

im sooooorrrrrrryyyy~

Prompt: Daily:

Google Translate isn't exactly known for being accurate, but we can use that to our advantage! Take a song and put the lyrics into Google Translate. Translate it through at least five languages to jumble the lyrics. Then, use this rewritten song as a writing prompt! 600 words for 900 points.

Lyrics:
I'm not going to talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
I won't talk about Bruno… but
it's my wedding day
it's our wedding day
I am getting ready, but there are no clouds in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
Bruno entered with a mischievous smile—
Thunder! ! !
Are you talking about that or about me?
sorry mi vida continue
Bruno said “like rain”
Why did he tell us?
Doing this is flooding my brain
Abuela with umbrella
married in a storm
Nice day…but still
I'm not going to talk about Bruno, no, no, no!
I'm not going to talk about Bruno!

So It was my wedding day, or I should say, it was actually our wedding day, and we were getting dressed and getting ready and putting on our makeup and when I looked up at the sky, there was not a cloud to be seen. Like literally. The sky was navy blue, no, sky blue, and it was so blue it was my favorite shade of blue. Well, I did say it was my favorite shade of blue, now looking at that blue shade gives me nightmares. Why? Well, cuz on that wedding day, after we got ready and after I checked the broadcast, this dude called Bruno who does witchcraft and stuff suddenly came over and smiled mischeivioulsy. I would never forget his grin that day. Maybe it was witchcraft, maybe it was magic, who knows, he just came up to my face, and said,

“Like rain.”

“What?” I asked him back, but he just grinned stupidly and left the wedding.

Him doing this floods my brain with all the possibilities that Bruno might have been suggesting. Was it going to rain? Absolutely not! I already checked the weather news cast a thousand times and chose this exact day due to its 100% beautiful weather, and what did Bruno just tell me? “Like rain”, like its going to rain? Pfffffft, I laughed, and we were almost finished prepping the other tables, chairs, and things as I admire myself in the beautiful mirror hanging on the wall inside the room.

When it was time, I walked down the aisle, and the flower girls and flower boys were already finished flowerling everyone with their flowery-ness. I walked up to my handsome, handsome husband and waited as the guy who does all the speaking for wedding things (honestly I forgot what they were called), was talking.

As he was speaking too slowly, I was thinking back to what Bruno had told me about earlier that day. “Like rain… Like rain like rain like rain…” I kept thinking that phrase over and over again, even almost whispering it to my groom, but I still can’t think.

Then I realized that it was getting rather dark. But it was only morning? I thought, confused. I looked up at the sky and what I saw shocked me. What had been a clear sky just before was now a sky covered in dark, gray clouds.

Everyone at my wedding, our wedding, also noticed the sudden change.

“The groom may now kiss the bride.” The guy says.

I was looking at the sky in horror when he said this so I did not hear him, and I doubt the others heard it too. Because just then, a big gust of wind blew, and before I knew it, chairs were toppling over, tables were flipping, and everything became chaotic.

“HURRICANE!” someone yelled. Someone else screamed. People were running, and there were a lot of people I’m telling you, because I invited most of the people here myself.
That was when I realized what Bruno was hinting at all along. With his wizardry, he could make a even a hurricane appear on the clearest of days.

This was bad, my wedding day was ruined. I evne wrote a tiny heart at the end of each of the invitation letters, and I also paid large amounts of money to get all the tiny delightful cupcakes decorated with frost. And, I had to pay for all the accessories, my own wedding gown which is now wet in the rain, and my humongous wedding cake that no one is ever going to eat. From now on, I am not going to talk about Bruno. No, no, no, I’m not going to talk about Bruno.

Mac's Weekly 2
No I didn't procrastinate on this at all, what are you talking about xD
1470 words total, didn't finish :')

Part 1
With @Rey_venclaw https://scratch.mit.edu/users/Rey_venclaw/#comments-192590111

Part 2
Name Opal Sabulo
Age 14
Species Human

Personality and traits (234/200)
Opal is incredibly hard-working and calm. She’s traditional and is usually very good at working alone, but the moment she’s forced to do something with others, she takes over and wants to do everything her way. She’s very efficient and can probably find an easier way to do that task you’ve been dreading. She likes to be alone most of the time, not that she doesn’t love being with other people. She just prefers a calmer environment and less noise. She can’t stand an untidy room, and her own is always spic-and-span without a single item out of place. She doesn’t particularly like nicknames, so people call her only by her first name. People know not to get on her bad side, because even though she’s very slow to anger, she can hold a grudge for a long time. She’s never done exceptionally well in school, due to the fact that she’s better at athletic tasks and would prefer to learn things by doing, rather than by listening to someone drill information into her brain. She likes music and is almost always listening to it while she does other things. She has a decent voice, but she’s amazing with instruments, having mastered multiple at such a young age. She has chromesthesia, meaning hearing specific sounds will trigger her to faintly see colors and shapes. The same applies to her pain synesthesia when she’s hurt.

Wants, hopes, and strengths (218/200)
She really only wants money, but not for the reasons you’d think. Her definition of a great life is one where her family has enough money to support themselves, and everyone is safe. She doesn’t want to do anything outstanding in her life, she only wants to have a stable job when she’s older and no reason to worry about the future. Because of this, she’s distraught at the smallest inconvenience. She doesn’t ever want to get involved in big events, either, because she wants everything to be predictable and safe no matter what. She’s pretty well-rounded in her skills, and is more athletic and strong than almost everyone her age. She’s incredibly adept at most anything requiring athletic ability, and is always the first one chosen for her team in PE. She learns new skills very quickly when she has the chance to learn in a hands-on way. She’s very good at negotiating as well, not because she’s particularly charismatic or persuasive, but because she will hold her ground until she gets what she wants. This stubbornness can often be disadvantageous to her, though. She doesn’t want friends especially, and is happy with having one or two very close friends. She likes people, but is an introvert and doesn’t prioritize relationships with other people over other things.

Dislikes and fears (170/100)
She doesn’t like silence, to the point where it can be physically painful for her to sit in a quiet room or do something without controlled background noise. Despite this, something she hates even more is loud, complex sounds that she has no control over, such as walking through a crowd with multiple people talking at once. She dislikes people who don’t listen to her or at least try to see her side in an argument, something that she’s spent years learning to do for others. She’s intensely scared of losing loved ones, past the normal depression and loneliness that comes with the death of a friend or family member. She feels absolutely destroyed if something like this happens, and it’s happened before where she wouldn’t speak for months afterward and spent every bit of time she had alone. She’s also scared of pain on an irrational level, and if there’s even the slightest possibility of injury, she won’t do it and might start yelling or crying out of fear.

Part 3
Setting (413/400)
The story takes place on the moon Gigas, which revolves around Harena.
Harena
Harena is a cool, green forest planet with trees that stretch hundreds of feet in the air. Harena is covered in deep green oceans full of thousands of marine species, and the humans on this planet are plentiful. They commonly live in villages of treehouses to ward off predators on the ground, giving them unlimited access to tree fruits and the sunshine that is usually blocked by the trees. The humans here are often farmers, scientists, merchants, and scholars. They enjoy expensive foods and parties and their homes are filled with expensive luxuries from all over the planet and Gigas. The expensive taste of its inhabitants costs Harena some of their best raw materials and goods, but it’s a fair trade.

Gigas
Gigas is Harena's largest moon, and its only inhabited one. Its climate is mostly desert, with a small ocean and multiple rivers. Being a desert, it is incredibly hot during the day and very cold at night, and if one looked as far out across the land as they could, they would see only sand in huge dunes. It is dotted with small towns and merchant ports along the rivers and lakes, some of the only habitable areas on the moon. The only intelligent life on the moon are humans, and there are tens of thousands of animal species all perfectly adapted to the climate inhabiting Gigas as well. Common occupations for the humans on this moon are merchants, animal ranchers, and textile weavers; though a large quantity of Gigas’s humans are poor and live in small fabric tents with the small amount of food they can afford. Gigas imports entire ships of merchandise to Harena every day.

Primis
Harena’s second and smallest moon is called Primis. Primis is not inhabited by humans or other intelligent life because of its fiercely toxic environment. Very few animal species are known to be able to survive there. Primis’s resources have tempted humans in the past, but every time they send ships to gather them, the ships crash, or the air kills the explorers, or they are unable to retrieve the raw materials and end up dying one of the other two ways as they try to get home. No one has sent a ship in years, and most humans hope they never do again, even though a successful trip would give them amazing new gems, animal pelts, and other products.

Part 4
Premise (154/150)
Your main character has been having a fairly normal past few weeks, and they leave their home to go to school/work/wherever they usually go during the day. They have a normal day doing normal things. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a giant airplane crashes down near their house in the distance. They fear the worst and rush home. Maybe their family was in the house, or they had friends visiting. When they return home, they find the house up in flames, completely destroyed. Their whole family (or whoever was in the house) has died. How does the main character react? After looking around the crash site, the character suspects that this wasn’t an accident. But who would do this, and why? Was the main character supposed to be in the house at the time of the crash too? Your character is crushed. (or are they? Maybe this is good. Adapt the story to the character.)

Part 5
Character: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=79#post-6123519 Iris Scott by @Caesious
Setting: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/586550/?page=2#post-6106427 Dessert desert by @EnbyStuff
Premise: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=35#post-6091042 by @-jellicookie-

I didn't have time to finish it, sorry to the ones whose story pieces I used <3 Here's the super falling-apart unfinished story! (263/1000)

Iris’s feet crunch across the melted sugar sand. She passes hundreds of time-frozen people before she finally reaches the Diner. It’s less of a diner and more of a palace, so why it’s named the Diner is a mystery. The only thing that makes it remotely like a diner is the fact that it’s full of food. Dino nuggets, to be exact!
Throwing open the doors, Iris yells as loud as she can: “King Maximus, I must speak with you!”
King Maximus walks slowly down the spiral staircase with a cunning expression. “So, you’re the one my time bomb couldn’t freeze,” He says, “I thought you’d be more of a threat. You couldn’t stop a teddy bear from taking over Fūd.”
Iris ignores him. “You have to turn off the time bomb, Maximus! If you don’t, get ready to have your face shoved into the sugary dirt.”
He scoffs. “I thought I made it clear, you can’t stop me,”
“And I thought I made it clear, I don’t care,” She replies. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a 3-foot candy sword. How deep are those pockets? “Turn it off, Maximus,” She growls, her feet spread in a combat position.
“Aw, the toddler is challenging me to a fight, how cute,” Maximus holds a silver whistle to his lips, and screeches so loud Iris almost falls over.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Two dino nuggets stomp into the room and roar. Iris shakes off her fear and sprints straight at the king. Before she can get close, a dino knocks her onto the ground.

Weekly #2
Last part:
(I had to bend some of the stuff to fit, might continue this later)
1513 words

Ever groaned, opening her eyes. What was all the commotion about? She opened her door, taking in the chaos outside. People were bent over the forest floor, talking to birds (who wouldn't show up very often in the human section unless on business), and checking crevasses. If she looked up, she could even see an eagle and some smaller birds circling the treetops, eyes sweeping over the area. “What the-” she asked, rubbing the sleep from an eye.
As she took in the commotion, one thing started to make sense for her. Something was lost. Nevertheless, she approached a nearby human; “What's going on?”
They looked up, clearly confused. “Didn't you hear? The kings seeds are gone!”
Ever took a step back, in shock. “As in the magical seeds that help the forest grow? The ones he entrusted us humans with?” she asked, hardly believing what she'd heard.
“What other seeds does he have?” they asked, and although it was clearly a rhetorical question, she felt the need to answer.
“I don't know, I was hoping he liked to garden in his spare time. With non-magical, less important seeds!”
“Even if he does, those are not the ones missing, so get looking.”
“Lovely mood you're in today,” she grumbled, but got to work. She searched her whole home, opening drawers, checking in instruments and looking through closets.
When she found nothing, she headed outside, looking through places she knew people wouldn't be likely to try (such as more open spaces, the smaller crevasses, under boulders, and more).
Nothing.
She spent all day, along with everyone else, just looking. The trees provided helpful advice, such as ‘nobody’s searched in my branches yet' or ‘don’t bother, three people have already looked'.
That evening, everyone went back home with heavy hearts. Throughout the day panic had risen, every inch of section four (the human part of the layout) had been searched with no results. As it started getting darker, many people had already given up. A few nocturnal creatures from sections one and two had volunteered to look in the night, but the people of section four had already given up hope.
Well, most of them.
Ever stayed persistent, determined they would find something, some trace of where they were. She was to afraid to not be. If they failed.. No. They wouldn't.
The king was not a cruel man, but she could not afford to disappoint him. To disappoint anyone.
So she stayed positive. They would find them. No matter what.

A week later, they were nowhere nearer finding the seeds. A horrible feeling was settling in Ever's gut, and she grew more and more desperate with every search. What's more, every time they ventured out in the woods, her stomach churned. She knew section four well, but she was terrified of being lost in the woods. Quite a misfortunate fear, as she'd lived in the forest her entire life.
But just as she was about to try and find someone to tag along with (something she wasn't proud of, as she was not a people person), the council made a call to gather in the main clearing.
Ever couldn't help feeling a huge sense of hope well up in her. What if they'd found the seeds!
Alas, when she got there, there were no seeds in sight, let alone any cheerful faces from the council.
As she, and many others, gathered around the council, she felt herself looking at her feet, trying to escape the gazes of the three council members, whom had always looked down on and berated her.
As their gazes swept over the crowd, their eyes seemed to linger especially long on her. She tried to ignore them.
It's not my fault, she reminded herself; they can't blame me.
But what if they did anyway?
Ever decided not to think of it.
Soon, it seemed as if every human in the woods were there. Good, she couldn't stand the quiet murmurs and accusing glares any longer.
“Everyone accounted for?” Lark, the tallest council member asked.
“Yes sir,” a nuthatch said, fluttering down from a tree.
“Good, Agatha, will you take it from here?” he turned to the short, stocky woman on his right. She stood up.
“The seeds have not been found,” she said first, crushing the small bit of hope left in the crowd; “After a week, we can confirm that they are not left in this section. The elder trees have given us the advice to search the rest of the forest as well, and for this purpose we will need a search team.” Agatha nodded to Lan, the third council member.
They stood up as she sat down; “One person has been chosen to lead this expedition, and they may choose their team. From experience, we can confidently say that they are a good leader, and will choose their team wisely. We also know that they will not fail us.” The last sentence was spoken almost as a threat. Ever gulped, feeling bad for whoever this leader was. They would not be treated kindly if they messed up.
“Ever Williams.”

That night, Ever lay in bed, unable to sleep due to fear for what to come. She knew exactly why she'd been chosen. She was a good leader, that was true, but she was also afraid of failure. The council knew they could count on her fear to drive the mission. They also knew she had little to no attachments, and would choose her crew based on logic. She hated how well she fit the role, and how logical it was to choose her.
She wanted to believe they were doing it to pick on her, but she knew this wasn't some petty thing. They genuinely knew she would lead the mission well.
At that hateful thought, she fell into an uneasy sleep. Despite her nightmares and cold sweats, she slept surprisingly well, waking up energetic.
Once she'd eaten breakfast and gotten ready, Ever went outside to find a few people she'd picked out that would potentially work well on the mission.
Knocking on doors took a while, but in the end she'd found ten willing people. They'd agreed to leave the next day.
She spent the whole afternoon packing and stressing over wether she had everything she needed, and a plan.
Early next morning, their small crew gathered in the clearing, making sure they were ready and making adjustments to their plan. As they got ready to go, with their final words to the council, they started to make their way to section three, where most of the elder trees would be. They hoped for good advice and pointers from the wise trees.
The journey was only a couple days, but Ever couldn't help how terrified she felt. She wasn't used to this part of the forest, and every turn she worried was the wrong one. One question kept surfacing in her brain: What if we get lost?
Eventually though, they arrived to the old wood, the place where the oldest and wisest elder trees dwelled.
“We have come seeking advice,” Ever called; “Some things have been lost to us and we would be eternally grateful for some pointers on how to find them again, o' wise ones.”
The trees whispered amongst themselves; “I do like a human with manners”, “Did our cousins from section four not send word of this?”, “I do believe we should try to help”, “They came to us first, they must be wise”, and so forth.
Finally, they seemed to come to an agreement. “We will help you,” one said; “if you tell us what it is you have lost.”
“The magical seeds, o' wise ones, they have gone missing without a trace.”
The elder trees did not seem surprised. “A rabbit ran through our wood with a bagful of seeds, they seem to have been stolen.” Well that certainly complicated things.
A few seconds later, she remembered their last concern; “One final favour, if I may ask?” The trees went quiet, waiting for her to continue. “May we sleep in your glade? We're tired, and it's getting dark.”
“Of course,” the elder trees responded.

Ever and her crew got up bright and early, packing up, getting directions and a description of the culprit. Robin, a crew member with a knack for drawing had even tried drawing a portrait of it. Despite not being too happy about being led be a nineteen-year-old, he handed it to Ever.
She studied the piece of bark (the elder trees were very anti-paper, so old pieces of bark were used instead), determined to remember exactly what it looked like.
At first, she'd been confused as to why the rabbit would steal the seeds, but as she'd lain in the dark, she realized it wanted to frame humans as irresponsible and untrustworthy. Sections one and four did have a petty dispute.
And so, with Kae (the tracker) in the lead, the group of eleven set off for a long, obstacle-filled adventure in search of the stolen seeds.

3/16 Daily

The men and women alike readied themselves for the great race that everyone had been waiting for. Seventeen young adults gathered in a forest to race. Hundreds gathered in the forest to watch.
“You have been waiting very long for this race!” Called an announcer. “And the moment you’ve been waiting for is here!”
“This race is for freedom! The freedom of those who do not have the same rights as I!” The announcer’s adult son yelled.
“Yes, yes. Well, let us begin.” Said the announcer. “Ready? Set? Go!”
The racers galloped on their horses as fast as they could. Forty miles per hour was as fast as most went.
The dusk had turned to full darkness. The racers were in a forest, on horses, in the dark. Racing.
“Buttercup and Burt are currently in the lead with Angelo and Markus close behind. Third is Sparky and Angel.” Yelled the announcer
“Third?” shouted Angel, the third place rider. “Try first.”
Angel leaned forward, Sparky sped up. She pulled ahead of the exhausted Angelo and Buttercup, and into first place.
“What an amazing comeback!” Called the announcer. “Record-breaking, if you will.”
“Yes, record breaking for the shortest amount of time in first place!” Shouted Burt, the now third place rider.
The three riders, Angel, Burt, and Markus, were neck and neck. Kicking and swatting at each other, trying to create distractions.
But this wasn’t any of these people’s first race. They knew how to deal with this.
“Burt and Buttercup are in fir- Nope! Now it’s Angel and Sp- Now it’s Burt and Bu-”
The racers moved so fast, it was difficult to keep track of the winner.
The finish line was in sight. The three racers and their horses were riding for their lives.
Suddenly, Buttercup was scared by a squawking bird and stumbled off of the path. She was stuck in a bush.
By this time, Angel was well ahead of Marcus and would’ve been able to reach the finish line in time to place first.
She slowed Sparky down and glanced between the finish line, the struggling Buttercup, and the quickly gaining Angelo.
Angel finally decided to turn around to help Buttercup.
“Take my hand,” Angel said as she extended her arm to Burt.
Burt smiled and grabbed her wrist.
“Pull, Sparky!” Angel instructed.
Sparky and Buttercup pulled as hard as they could until Buttercup was free from the bush.
“Why did you do that? You could’ve won!” Burt exclaimed once he was back on the trail.
Now, people were cheering. Supposedly for Markus, the winner of the race.
“This race is to support freedom. And how can we be free if we do not work together?” Angel replied.
Burt smiled and let go of her hand.
Together, they galloped to the finish line.
“Give it up for the winner, Markus!” The announcer called.
The crowd cheered loudly and clapped. Angel and Burt smiled and clapped as well.
However, one person in the crowd did not follow the rest of them. This person was shouting, “Angel! Angel!”
A few more members of the crowd saw the one opposing cheerleader. They decided to join.
Slowly, more and more people joined in chanting for Angel.
The announcer looked around at all of the people chanting for Angel.
“And Markus was the winner! However, Angel gets the trophy.”
Markus’s smile turned into a frown.
“She could have easily won, and claimed her prize, but instead, she turned to help Burt and Buttercup. This was an excellent demonstration of kindness. And for that, she will receive the trophy.
The whole crowd began to cheer and chant Angel’s name.
“To freedom!” Angel called to the crowd. “And to kindness!”

collab story with @amythest_animation underlined words are mine I've done 307 words
They looked out, their eyes threatening to push shut from the high wind ‘I must do it tonight’ they thought. Otherwise they could never save them.It had truly been a shock when Sky returned from their nightly stroll. A scene of chaos… front doors burst down, rubble lying /everywhere/, crops and tools scattered around. Luckily their routine was to wake up in the middle of the night to go walk around, so they had been able to track a few weird looking footsteps, alongside human ones. the footsteps could be mistaken for that of a sparrowhawk, but they were far too deep and were strangely elongated with even deeper dents where the talons should be along with seemingly an extra talon. A shiver ran down their spine. 'what could have possibly happened here?" Scavenging what they could out of the ruins; grain that had not yet been spilt over the splintered wood, woolly clothes that didn’t resemble a torn pile of shreds, a spear that had not been dented too badly, they had cautiously followed the trail. Every cry of the bird made the hair on their back stand up to end, every whisper of the trees creating a feeling like spiders crawling along their back. But they proceeded onwards, only stopping to rummage through a pile of leaves and take a half gnawed-away apple or two. Every step they took screamed for them to turn back, but the thought of their village full and bustling with life urged them on.

The icy wind whipped around their shaking form as the struggled to proceed; the calls were getting louder now fiercer, wilder. The wreckage of the buildings towered above her and all they could think about was how easy it would be for whatever monster did this to her home to perch on one of the buildings and strike her down with a supreme blast of eldritch terror. As they approached the town center, once a place filled with bright storefronts and cheeful shopkeepers calling out their wares as the bell-boy rings the giant bell at the top of the central tower: the shining centerpiece of the town and pride and joy of the people. Now the storefronts were splintered, their once bright paint faded and peeling and the shopkeepers Sky could only assume were dead in fear of worse. The tower in the middle was crumbling , a huge chunk of it slumped pitifully on the ground as if even it had given up. As the wind picked up, a sudden flash of lightning illuminated the highest point in the remains

Struggling to avoid being jabbed by some foreign object leaning over the edge of a half-collapsed roof, Sky staggered finally to the edge of the ruins and clutched their chest. Woah, this place was /huge/. Despite living in it, they had never registered the area of this place as they sprinted down alleyways with friends, or dawdled to the town square to buy an interesting item or two. Finally they dodged the last jagged floorboard and collapsed onto the grass, then pushed themself up again. Not far from the sets of the footprints, they stayed a fair distance away from them as they journeyed further north. The air was starting to get chilly.
Although it hurt them to leave, Sky knew this was their safest option; there’s no point in surviving if you stick around to die. But they felt an ache in their heart, an ache for their family an ache for what was. But no matter, to the northern mountains it was their safest option.And so the longest, hardest journey of all time (at least in Sky’s opinion) began. First it was easier than they expected; flat hills that gently sloped like solid waves. However, as Sky proceeded on through the day, the sun started beating mercilessly down onto the ground, and they caught themself wistfully imagining days of paradise as their brothers and sisters dove into the cool water, reliving as the water soaked them to the skin, and laughing as they splashed at each other’s dripping heads










Character
Name: Daphne Meadowflower
Age: 300
Species: Fairy

Personality and traits
Daphne is a daffodil fairy and comes from a family of five with twin older siblings called Chrysanthemum (chrys) and Snapdragon (snap). They tease her relentlessly and call her Daffy. She hates being called this as although she’s a mere 300 she’s left home for 20 years now and doesn’t believe her siblings have the right to call her silly baby names. Although yellow may be a colour of cowardice, Daphne is anything but and enjoys swordfighting with pondreeds and riding her pet goldfinch -Sunburst. She lives in a teapot suspended from a willow tree above a clump of daffodils which is just high enough for her mother to have a fit when she sees it but just near enough to Sunburst’s nest that Daphne herself doesn’t see it as a problem. Besides, she likes the little bit o’ risk. She’s the definition of cinnamonroll who looks like a cinnamonroll but thinks she’s a * ans ends up having a * side. Is definitely pan just sayin’ and is always trying to prove herself in the most dangerous ways known to fairy however, if she ever does do anything slightly hurtfull, she’ll bake them honeydew tarts to make up for it. She’s very stubborn and once she’s dug her heels in, she won’t let go of the idea whether it be a new recipe that she just can’t get right or going down longberry falls in a tiny canoe made of daffodil petals and camelia leaves because one of the rock trolls said it was only for the strongest fae and dared insinuate that Daphne couldn’t take it.

Wants, Hopes strengths
What she really wants out of life is an adventure. A chance to prove herself and show the world what she’d made of or at least her older twin siblings Chrys and Snap. She also has a secret project. About a month ago, she was replanting the daffodil bulbs to make sure they grew the next year and she struck something hard with her wooden trowel. She unearthed it and found it was a lump of metal that has a strange orange-y sheen to it. So she won an arm wrestling match with a rock troll named Dolomite in the Dark-oak bar and got him to begrudingly teach her how to forge this piece of metal into a sword worthy of a warrior. Now, she spends every thursday and saturday with him helping her forge this sword and along this time she learns that under the rough exterior he has a good heart and they bond over baking recipes. When she goes on her great adventure, Dolomite goes with her he says it’s to stop her from doing anything stupid but really he’s grown to appreciate the small fairy and wouldn’t want to leave her now. He also knows how reckless she can be when it comes to her honour. A great strength of her’s is her stubbornness as mentioned earlier but also her great courage and ability to stand up for what’s right.

Dislikes and fears
Daphne really dislikes being looked down upon. She realises she’s a flowerfairy and that doesn’t do much for her by way of first impressions but she has that kind of stubborn ‘if you can do it i can do it’ attitude and she doesn’t see why she can’t be as strong as the rocktrolls , as clever as the brownies or as brave as the elves in the forest Queen’s battalion. She also as a rule doesn’t like narcissai. She see’s them as far too stuck up and having a ‘not like other flowers’ attitude. In her opinion, narcissai are the most horrendous things to walk the earth second to deathcap mushrooms and that’s because her uncle died to those things.

Setting 420 words
Up , past the highest reaches of Twilcon peaks and past the fluffy white clouds that hover over the east borders of Ethein lies a series of floating islands. They flock towards a larger mother island upon which lies the stables of Arad. This stone marvel is a school where it’s pupils learn the dangerous art of riding dragons. The high stone pillars support open, winding stairs that lead to wide, stone stables which have soft hay beds that are replenished every week by eagle delivery from the ground far below. Perched atop these pillars are dragons of all shapes, sizes, colours and species. In order to make sure every dragon has perching spots, little holes, nooks and crannies have been hollowed out courtesy of the Labes dragons with their ability to spew lava. The dragon stables are at the front of and all around a castle of sorts with round rooms and turrets placed precariously on top of the pillars and large open rooms with massive sections taken out of the walls for easy dragon access. The pupils stay warm in this rooms due to their dragon companions which are assigned at the start of their journey as a dragon rider when they are between the ages of 6 and 12. Unless of course their dragon is a Kryoventi because due to their specialised ice abilities, they give off cold instead of heat. In the case of this, the rider is give variation of the uniform lined with the feathers of a Plumplum Dragon.

When you first join the school, you’re lead to a stone circle directly below the main island and around the circle are rings and rings of crystals. Little do you know that directly above you, dragons are doing the exact same thing. When you and a dragon are drawn to the same crystal, the stone circle starts to glow and you’re transported up to your dragon and the crystal breaks in half and floats into each of your chests. This means that you and your dragon are bonded for life and you can sense when the other’s in danger. Riders are encouraged to create a specific whistle to tell their dragon where they are.

The pupils sleep in the assorted turrets perched on pillars. Each student is randomly assigned a turret and they’ll share this turrent with around 5 other people give or take. The turrets are linked with stone walkways and battlements for example firefrost turret is linked to morningdew turret and so on.
Premise 154 words
You were given a necklace by your mother when you were born. Your mother runns the local apothecary and is the best healer for miles around. People always say her healing abilities are like magic but she shrugs them off and laughs - there’s a fine line between being a so-called ‘magical healer’ and being accused of witchcraft. Your mother and you are extremely close and she always tells you that your necklace will help you when you need it most and you wake up one morning to find it glowing brightly. Scared of what the townsfolk would say, you go on a long walk before coming back that evening to find all of your town has disappeared including your beloved mother. Panicked and scared, you vow to find how what happened and you start going through your mother’s notes only to find out, there’s alot more to your mother than meets the eye.

Story:
Character: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/586550/?page=3#post-6114920
Stubborn, independent Emily Watson. All she really wants is love and can’t stand people who let themselves be walked all over. Terrified of never being loved.
Setting: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=70#post-6116990
The isles of Eteri. One is Ilarion island crescent shaped and full of life. It’s like a tropical rainforest and people live in the treehouses
The other is Taiga’s Bane and is a frigid taiga with strong winds and jagged lightning in a constant storm that never stops but hasn’t produced a drop of rain
Premise: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/586550/?page=3#post-6117597
Someone has stolen your blue bag and you need to get it back.

The Isles of Eteri 1007 words
I hurriedly pull on a white blouse and purple skirt with blue embroidery. I can’t be late. The sky’s darkening quickly. I can’t be late. I wind the tendrils of a passion flower into my hair and donne my brown satchel embroidered with blue flowers.

Today is the festival of life. Every year, three days after the summer solstice, we remember the deaths of the people who crossed into Taiga’s bane -the nearest island. It’s ironic that the biggest, cheeriest festival of the year is based around death but i guess that’s Ilarion’s way of grieving.
I hurry down the wooden steps and pass my mum who’s packing fruit tarts to take to the square market for the festival-the adults typically come later. “Oh Emily, do you have to carry that bag with you?” she askes despairing, “I’ve offered to buy you a new one i don’t know how many times.”
I laugh “ Mum, you know it’s my favourite. Besides i think the flowers go with my outfit,” and re-realising how late it was getting , “gotta go bye!” i race out, my dark hair streaming behind me as i push open the door and race along the rope bridge connecting our tree to others. I hasten my pace as i get to the wooden walkways nearer the center of our village.

I step onto the largerwalkways which are around two meters wide and surround the square market at the center of our village. It’s really crowded now with people of a similar age to me and they press up against eachother, all trying to get into the marketplace. It’s so crowded that, when i feel a tug at my arm, i think nothing of it. Until two seconds later when i look down to find that my bag is gone! I spin around and spot a figure all in green carrying my bag run off, into the throngs of people. I race after them, pushing through the crowds and turning onto rickety bridges and down onto the rainforest floor until we get to the edge of the island and to a deep chasm that separates the Isle of Ilarion and Taiga’s Bane from one another. I see their chest rise and fall as they take a deep breath and jump over into Taiga’s bane.

I look at their vanishing figure in shock. ‘No ones goes to Taiga’s Bane,’ i hear my mother saying in my mind , “ No one who wants to come back with their body intact anyway.” I hear her’s among other, all voices telling me it’s just a nag and that i should turn back and not do what i’m about to do. Those voices ,however, just make me all the more determined to take a deep breath, focus my sights on the other side and only the other side and leap.
For a moment, while i’m flying through the air, time seems to stop and i think i can make it i really can! Then i drop and slam into the side of the chasm with my fingers desperately holding onto the edge.

As i hang there, i consider calling for help. I dismiss that idea at once. Calling for help is for weaklings. If i’m going to do this, i’ll do it on my own; without help from anyone. This resolution gave me a sudden adrenaline boost and i somehow managed to pull myself up; my fingers hurting like hell. I shake them out and dust of my skirt, noticing as i do, a huge rip in the side . No matter. The most important thing now is getting my bag back. I look around for the figure but find them long gone. “curses. “ i say a freezing wind whipps around me. It’s just then when i realise i’m actually in Taiga’s bane.

The sky is no longer the warm blue of nights is Ilarion but -despite us being only a few metres away- was cloudy and dark. As i look around me, i noticethe new climate that surrounds my shivering form. No longer are the leaves large and bright but instead shrewd and frost-tipped. The temperature is now an icy grip clamping on my arms and at the edges of my vision, i start to see snow. Walking forward and shivering, all i can think about is how my bag would have had something in it or would at least have served more protection than my short-sleaved blouse could on it’s own. Then, i notice a group of withered ferns that have been wrenched aside and trampled on clearly by someone in a hurry of sorts. Someone trying to get away from someone else. Who else could it be? No one Goes on Taiga’s bane. Or rather you thought no one went onto taigas bane because clearly you were wrong. I dismiss the debating thoughts of tradition and reason and focus on my gut. And my gut says get the bag back at all costs. So that’s what i do. And i charge ahead into the underbrush.

I keep running, pushing past tree branches, ferns, spruce saplings until they thin out and i get to a clearing in the trees. In front of me is a huge frozen waterfall and a rickety ropebridge that seems like it hasn’t been used for years. On the other side of the bridge, i see the vanishing form of the green person with the sharp flash of blue of the embroidery on my bag being swallowed up by the darkness. I look at the bridge, doubt forming in my mind before instinct take over and i book it down the ropebridge feeling slates crumble under my clumsy feet.

When i’m on the other side, i don’t stop running. I continue to charge along the path until i see them right in front of me. I tackle the figure to the ground and take the bag, holding it aloft, above my head . i pull down the hood of this figure and……. “Mum!?”
“Hello sweetheart”

Jika
DIa
Tidak

“Good”
“Evil”
but truly
Neutral.

The three guardians of moon, sun, and space, forever neutral in their affairs. Blessing a child every hundred years to go forth and follow a destiny foretold for them. Until Anak. He was Sun’s child, destined to take control of Kerite Bire, a realm that had long been abused by others. He did so, and ruled with a grace and a sense of justice that could only be seen in Sun children. He was loved by the people, and he devoted his whole life to leading as best as he could, and the realm thrived. But then he was mvrdvred. So brutally and so terribly it shocked the guardians and civilians alike. The gods punished the humans by withdrawng their gifts, and soon Kerite Bire and all the other cities of the world fell into life without the normalcy of the humming thrum of magic. The Trio guardians withdrew from their help, and Kerite Bire was given to the rule of Sai Menunggu, who, although ruled with the same passion and love and justice Anak did, couldn’t reach the levels of the Sun child. But he was enough, and soon, only the elders on their d3athbeds remembered the rules of Anak, and the gifted children of the Trio were myths, at most. Until now…

Sem ran through the streets of the Spires, dodging and ducking past angry people and angry merchants, running home to her angry father and mother. Everyone had a cause to be angry. The air was still humid from last night’s rains, the perfect weather for Iring fish sellers to finally emerge from the darkness of the fish rarity underworld and sell their wares. Even her mother and father had relented their strict ‘no sweet’ ban on Semua and her older brother, Mehila, and the two were frantically running before the last Iring seller closed their shops for the day. Their parents still insisted on buying the meager groceries that sustained their large family before buying the Iring fish, and ONLY if they had enough money. Samua made sure that they had enough money. She rushed to catch up with Mehila, silky black hair whipping around in the ever growing winds as she fidgeted impatiently and waited for her older brother to finish bargaining for a large fish. It took a while, but he had managed to go down three acri before getting threatened by an older boy in the line. Semua and Mahila quickly bought the fish, and ran down the street, back to their home. Located on a small patch of land, which was just enough to produce the crops her family needed to survive, lay a little hut made of thatch straw and thin glass windows, not much, especially compared to the castle in the distance. The Monarch of the Spires, which was the largest realm in all of the Bersalah, was quite vain, with an even vainer palace known as the Dalam Spires. Semua and most of the other commoners who worked their little patches of lands took a sadness in watching its beauty not too far away from their own little homes. But also a sense of pride. If Madam Dalam, as she was mainly known, intended for this effect, it was unknown. It was near this “historic” “landmark”, where the incident happened…

Yang was a prince. It was that simple. When his mother died, he would be the one expected to take over the Spires. He had plans, of course. Take down the Dalam. Maybe distribute its gold to some of the commoners. Establish a trading relationship with Kerite Bire, which was a flourishing, although small, nation that his grandfather and mother had refused to acknowledge after the Tiding War. And maybe even destroy class limitations. Build better schools for commoners. Make merchants pay taxes. Maybe even talk to the girl who sold silk with her three brothers at the second to last stall in the Twin Bazaar. Maybe. But Yang had a simple, simple plan, and his mother admired him for it. For now, that was all he needed. After the d3ath of his father, all he had wanted to do was please his mother, and he had.

WEEKLY

Joint story with @129waterfall (339 words for my portion):

129waterfall: It was a bland morning - not exactly Chloe's idea of anything fun. Even the rat-a-tat-tat of the rain was more exciting than the drab grey sky that was polluting sunny dreams. And on a sunday, of all days. Now on Monday the world would probably daunt her with great weather, only for her to be stuck in school. Oh well, she thought, and hopped downstairs, for Chloe believed in enthusiasm. Then, she saw her annoying little brother, Ben, making a mess out of the kitchen. BAD DAY INCOMING!
criminal-intent: She sighed and settled on a stool next to the kitchen island. Propping her head in her hands, Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Whatcha making?” Ben shrugged, shuffling through the cabinets. Of course. With a sigh, Chloe glanced out the window into the cascade of rain. Suddenly, she heard a scream. Turning, Chloe gasped. Her brother was being held by a…shadow? Pure blackness seemed to surround him. “You have 48 hours to find ‘Ben’ before we dispose of him,” a dark voice said.
129waterfall: Chloe gasped, but no noise came out. She saw panic in her brother's eyes, but he couldn't scream. Then, in a great flash of light, her brother and the shadow dissapeared. Another softer, kind voice spoke. I can hold them for now, a little bit longer. You now have five with my magic. I will try to help you, but cannot come in much contact, they are strong now - they have your brother. Good luck, we are rooting for you. The brightness faded and Chloe almost fell over.
criminal-intent: Chloe grasped the countertop, shaking. Was she going crazy? She blinked several times. No. Ben was gone. And no matter how annoying he was, he was /her/ annoying little brother. She had to get him back. What had that voice told her, again? Straining to remember, Chloe took deep breaths, trying vainly to calm herself. She needed to find Ben. A mysterious voice in her head was going to help her, but couldn’t help her? Chloe massaged her forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
129waterfall: She ran upstairs, only to find her parents gone. Then she remembered, they had gone away for their /exciting/ government jobs and couldn't be contacted unless it was an emergency. That sparked Chloe's hope. She dialed and it rung, but her breath grew heavier and heartrate quickened as they didn't answer. Maybe they were just in an important meeting? It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, Chloe told herself. “Deep breaths, deep breaths,” she muttered. She figured she would have to find Ben.
criminal-intent: Maybe…. Maybe she could get the voice to tell her things? Chloe closed her eyes and thought really loud. TELL ME WHERE BEN IS! When that didn’t work, she resorted to shouting. “Where is my brother?!” A moment passed. Nothing. Chloe considered yelling again, but figured the neighbors might get annoyed and call the police. Should /she/ call the police? Maybe they could start a search. On the other hand, they probably wouldn’t believe her. Chloe groaned, heading downstairs. Maybe she could tell
129waterfall: her best friend, Katie. /She/ always knew what to do, she had a plan for everything, and was also kind of an organization freak. As long as they weren't in, Vermont or something. Katie's parents worked from home, or from anywhere, so they were always traveling. Chloe was just /slightly/ jealous of that, but Katie always invited her over when she baked cookies and never was mean about it. She went across the street and rang the doorbell. Thank goodness Katie answered it. “Hi Katie uh emergency-”
criminal-intent: “What is it?” Katie gasped, her voice coming nearer as if she had set the phone down and then snatched it up again. Chloe took a deep breath. “My parents are gone and I can’t find Ben!” “Oh—you sure he hasn’t left for the bus already?” Katie suggested. “Yes, I’m sure! You think I would have called you if I wasn’t?” Chloe demanded, her tone frustrated and loud. Cringing, Chloe loosened her grip on the phone, allowing color to seep back into her white fingertips. “Sorry. But yes, I’m sure.”

Link to my character:
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=75#post-6120329 (517 words)
Link to my setting:
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=75#post-6120407 (401 words)
Link to my premise:
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/582424/?page=75#post-6120418 (161 words)

For my final story I used the character by @violent-measures, the setting by @booklover883322, and the premise by @sunclaw68

HERE IS MY STORY

Kieran awoke. Ringing sounded around him. Though he didn’t realize it at first in his daze, his alarm was going off.
Rubbing his eyes, Kieran sat up. His bed was soft, begging him to lie back down and return to sleep. Instead, Kieran slapped his alarm clock on the top, silencing the alarm.
Because the clock was such an old device, it rattled around on its legs. Newer models would be better, he was sure, but the clock worked fine otherwise. Besides, he was already irritable enough at being awoken that he doubted even that small comfort could help. Plus, the clock had been his father’s.
Kieran yawned and stood. Good morning, universe, he thought. The world outside his window was dark and dreary—not exactly welcoming. Occasionally, bursts of color would ignite in the sky from far off space battles. Otherwise, the swamp that lay just outside of Kieran’s property was black and uninviting.
Most people thought Kieran was crazy for living right next to the Swamp of Death—Kieran always laughed at the ridiculous name—but Kieran didn’t mind. After all, this house and the land it stood on had been kept by his parents until their passing. As their only child, it was his duty to continue keeping the garden. Not that he was doing a great job of it just standing there. Kieran straightened and headed for his closet.
Rows of shirts and jackets greeted him. All were varying shades of brown, but Kieran liked the monochromatic color scheme. It gave him more leave to feel rather than see.
Soft linen undershirt. The rougher fabric of his vest. Cool plastic buttons against his fingertips.
Once Kieran had dressed, he rushed downstairs. Opening a cabinet, he scanned the rows of food packets. Kieran was no cook, but reheated scrambled eggs and sausages weren’t so bad. He ate the food quickly, not bothering to throw the packaging away. Instead, he filled his water bottle. Next, he wrapped a scarf around his neck—the fabric was smooth and warm from sitting by the fire to dry during the night—and exited the house. The cool brass doorknob twisted easily under his hand. His father had always been hyper-vigilant about keeping the hinges and doorknobs well oiled, so Kieran had done his best to continue the tradition.
Stepping out into his yard, Kieran took a deep breath of the air. The cool breeze seemed to stab into his lungs, but it made him feel more awake. Thankfully, it wasn’t hailing—yet. Maybe he had better check the plants and make sure they were staked up well enough that they could endure the winter weather that would come soon enough.
It was rare that Kieran actually got rain on Spring Day, but hail was common. Spring Day meant celebration for the rest of the continent, where the rain it promised was a blessing of the rarity of fresh water, but to Kieran it was an annoyance. A river was close enough to him that he didn’t need water for his plants, so instead of giving them much needed water, the hail simply destroyed them.
With a sigh, Kieran trudged through the lines of plants, checking their stakes. The flowering vines that his mother had loved so dearly would probably need a bit of help. Otherwise, most of the tomatoes would probably be destroyed. Maybe he could pick them, though, and send them off to the market before the hail began.
As Kieran pondered this, something hit him on the top of his head. When he glanced up, another object nailed him in his right eye.
Pain exploded in his head. Crying out, Kieran gripped his forehead as hail started pouring down. Right now? Kieran had thought Spring Day was further away. Stumbling, still clutching at his eye, Kieran went back inside, managing to bonk his head on the doorframe. For once, he didn’t appreciate the intricate wood texture.
Kieran had no idea what you were supposed to do if something landed in your eye. Was it even still there?
Looking into the bathroom mirror, Kieran carefully lowered his hand. His eye had swollen shut and already a nasty bruise was forming. Great. Maybe he should ice it? Did he even have any ice to spare? Usually, he used his ice rations to water the indoor plants.
One-eyed, it was difficult to navigate his way to the kitchen, but Kieran finally got to the fridge, only to find that he had, in fact, already used the last of this week’s ice cubes.
Sliding along the fridge and collapsing onto the floor in an awkward sitting position, Kieran groaned. His eye hurt. Really badly. What was he supposed to do?
Wait.
Kieran sat up straighter, an insane laugh slipping past his lips as he stood, a look of triumph on his face.
There was a freezer in the garage!
Standing abruptly, Kieran rushed to the garage. Victory! An old freezer sat on one side of the garage, flanked by two shelves with plants and photos from Kieran’s childhood.
Kieran opened the lid, breathing a sigh of happiness when he spotted a package of frozen peas. Relief seeped into his bones as he pressed the cool material against his face. That was better. The texture of the many tiny peas enclosed in plastic was strange, but not unpleasant due to their healing properties. He’d have to remember this for next time—though hopefully this wouldn’t happen again.
Feeling much more relaxed, Kieran leaned against one of the shelves. A moment later, it gave out under him. His shoulder collided with rough concrete. A photo frame landed on his hand. Groaning, Kieran sat there for a moment, unable to get his muscles to move.
When he finally did, his entire body seemed to scream at him in protest.
Rubbing his eyes, Kieran sighed. This day was officially the worst. Leaning against the wall instead, Kieran sat on the hard floor, staring dumbly into space.
After a moment, Kieran picked up the peas again. As he did, he noticed the glass in the picture frame had shattered. But there was something else. A small device peeked out from under the metal frame that held the photo in place. Kieran gently brushed aside shards of glass to reveal the photo. Him and his parents, working in the garden together. A big grin on his own face. But Kieran was too confused to smile. Because the device was ringing. The black slab of plastic had a button on one side and it seemed to have been pressed when it fell.
Across the screen, written in green, blocky letters, were the words:

CALLER ID:
Howard Reid.

Below these words was the option: ACCEPT CALL?

“Dad?” Kieran didn’t even realize he’d said the words out loud. He tried to tap “accept”, but his hands were shaking. Did he really want to?
His mind flashed back to when his mother had told him his father was dead. She said he’d died on assignment from the government. Kieran hadn’t asked for any more information—his mother had been tearful enough as it was, without describing it. His mother had died two years later.
Had she lied?
If she had, did he want the truth?
Now, after fifteen years?
Kieran tapped the button on the side, shutting the strange device down.

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Daily 3/16 - 644 words
Song: First Verse/Chorus of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

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Original lyrics:
Fever dream high in the quiet of the night
You know that I caught it
Bad, bad boy
Shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
Killing me slow, out the window
I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
What doesn't kill me makes me want you more
And it's new, the shape of your body
It's blue, the feeling I've got
And it's ooh, whoa, oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell ‘em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, whoa oh
It’s a cruel summer
With you

Translated lyrics:
High heat quietly at night
You know what I'm doing
You want it, we want it
Excellent shine in price
do you know what I mean
I committed suicide by the window
I'm always waiting for you downstairs
The devil rolls the dice, the angel rolls his eyes
What I do not want is you
And it's new in your body shape
It's blue, the feeling I have
Oh oh, wow, oh
Summer is hard
That's legal, that's what I said
I do not look back to the terrible sky
But oh, oh
Summer is hard
with your

Story:

Stretching, I glance over at my watch. Oh— it’s only 2:00 AM. I should go back to sleep, but I’m hungry. I go make some pizza. I turn the oven to high heat, quietly.

My dog starts wagging her tail at me. Turning to her, I say “Yeah, you know what I’m doing.”

She barks. “Shh,” I say, shushing her. “I know, I know, you want it, we want it”.
The pizza wasn’t very expensive, but it’s certainly delicious. An excellent shine in price.

I’m saying completely random things to my dog, and she ignores me. Tired, since it’s 2:00 AM, she curls up on the couch. “Do you know what I mean?” I ask her. She continues to ignore me.

I’m tired too, so I head back up to bed. I can’t fall asleep, so I read my book. But that turns out to be a bad idea, because the main character’s best friend commits suicide by jumping out the window. There’s no way I can sleep now.

From downstairs, my dog barks to be let outside. She gives me a look that says “Why am I always waiting for you downstairs, you should come down faster”.

Having nothing to do and not being able to sleep, I go back to my book. One line says “The devil rolls the dice, the angel rolls his eyes.” Huh? What does that even mean?

My sister comes into my room, complaining that I’ve been too loud, even though I’ve barely made any noise. When I ask why she’s telling me that, she says “It’s just that what I do not what is you keeping me awake”. I’m not even doing anything, so I shop her out of my room.

My mind automatically wanders to school, which I don’t want to think about right now. I’m more undeveloped in certain areas than most other girls, and some people make fun of me for it. Some of them say stuff like “Oh look! There’s something new in her body shape” sarcastically. But I don’t want to talk about that right now.

Bored, I decide to listen to music. I’m a person who feels colors when I listen to music. Pop is bright blue, classical light pink, rock bright red, and jazz a dark purple. I’m listening to some Dua Lipa songs right now. It’s blue, the feeling I have while listening. It’s not super bright, kind of like the sky blue crayon color. It’s a nice color and a good song.

Bored of music, I go to watch youtube. Oh, oh, wow, oh! There’s a video of art, and this is a really good artist! How do people draw like that? I’ve been bad at art my whole life, but this drawing is amazing. And so realistic! Wow. I wish I were that good of an artist.

My mind wanders off again, and I’m thinking about summer. Summer is hard, but fun. My family travels a lot over the summer, and while I don’t like being away from my friends for so long, I do love the places we travel to. But I still always miss my friends a lot.

Bored of everything, I go back to my book, which is also pretty boring. The first line I see is “That’s legal, that’s what I said”. What? This book makes no sense. I should just read a different book, this one isn’t too good.

It starts to storm outside. I poke my head out the window, and the sky looks terrible. It’s full of rumbling, gray clouds, which are dropping big, fat raindrops. I do not look back to the terrible sky.

I go back to YouTube. But oh, oh! It’s another amazing art video. Wow!

Another video makes no sense. “It’s a cruel summer.” What? How can summer be cruel?

My dogs comes up and lays on my bed. Laughing to her, I say “With your ignoring me earlier, I’ll never forgive you,” jokingly, of course.

Name: Iris Scott
Age: 16
Species: Human

Personality and Traits<211 words>: Iris is a very sentimental person. She considers herself a free spirit and prides herself on her individuality. If there’s one thing she can’t be, it's boring. She’s constantly romanticizing her life and the lives of people around her. She tries to surround herself with other interesting people and can’t stand being alone for too long. She wants to constantly be making memories with her favorite people. She loves to laugh and will laugh at just about anything. She can sometimes be selfish because of her view of herself as the most interesting character in any room. She can verge on pretentiousness but most people would just describe her as charismatic and charming. She is always up to something new, some sort of project or goal. She is very ambitious when it comes to achieving her goals. She likes to keep busy so when she reaches one achievement she immediately starts looking for the next great thing. She is a very passionate person and feels her emotions very strongly. She is not afraid to share her opinion even when it may not be wise to do so. She is a risk taker who likes to gamble with fate because she believes it is the only way to reach her fullest potential.

Wants, Hopes, and Strengths<200 words>: Iris always wants to do great things. She is constantly striving to reach what she considers to be her fullest potential. She wants widespread recognition of her accomplishments and craves validation from the masses. She is constantly hoping that she will be good enough because she bases all her self-worth on what she can accomplish in her life. She doesn’t want to be forgotten as time continues. Her strengths are her passion. She is incredibly dedicated to everything she does. Nobody can tell her what she can and can’t do. She has impressive people skills and is a good communicator. She gets others on her side easily, at least, at first. She will never sell herself short as she tends to embellish her speech. She is an optimist and is always looking for that best case scenario. She doesn’t let failures get her down but rather uses them as inspiration to keep going. Another strength is her individuality. She stands out in a crowd and is sure to get all the intention towards her on the way she dresses alone. With a personality to back that up it is easy to see how she gets others to aid her goals.

Dislikes and Fears<105 words>: She is deathly afraid of failure. Also being viewed as ordinary and people turning against her. She can’t imagine a world where she has to conform to everybody else's standards. Her worst nightmare is a world where she can only fall short of her ambitions. She dislikes people who don’t keep up with her as well as those who she finds boring. She doesn’t like being talked over and ignored. She especially hates alone time where she has to reflect on herself and her own qualities. She wants all of her days to be busy. Downtime makes her feel like she isn’t working hard enough.