Main Cabin Daily 3/29
Topic: The world of your characters
Words: 491
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When I envision a world with my character in them, I feel like it would be based on my mind. My current phase is art, animal crossing, and minecraft / wildlife in any of those games. I feel like my world would also reflect on my pinterest boards. I’m imagining bright pops of color in a flower field, and concentrated paths. But I also think there would be different sections for my characters. My vision is a sort of neighborhood to city size, to fit my characters in. For example, since Erica (that is her name, right? I haven’t written that stiry in quite a while but the premise is good) lived in a dystopian wasteland, I would probably give her my vision of a cave of garbage, which is what her setting is, and two opposite sides would be open. But instead of sleeping nowhere, I would give her a small house in the cave, because I envisioned the cave to be around fourteen feet tall. Reyna, Kylee and Saddie would have houses near eachother. I kind of want to take the story settings and place them into my little utopia. And give the characters the idealistic world they deserve. My warrior cats phase would be funny to include in my world, but I have soooooo many characters (like only ten have fleshed out backstories). As this is all forming in my head, I think, because I try to be an organized person, I would have a central meeting hall in the middle, the second floor being my house, and the meeting hall eould be centered and raised a bit, as it’s most imporant and I can overlook the organized sections of characters. Let’s get into more finer details. Since my world is weird, and a lot of my ocs are scrapped, we’ll be going over any that I can remember their basic story and name. And no, I will not be counting swc. Too many ocs have been produced here with less than one thousand words to them. We begin with Leafshine, Silverheart, Cloud(paw), Rosekit, Dawn, Dusk, and Snowpaw/flake/star. Warrior cats was my entire childhood, but it was at ages eight through around ten. I think it would get a pretty good chunk of my world, as I typed eight chapters and a prologue that total to around twelve thousand words all together. He world itself is a big open area, too, as it’s mostly in the wilderness of the real world. They would likely get a similar style house to the straw ones seen in the warrior cats manga. There would also be a section for minor characters, such as Streamstar, or any of my other book side characters, or swc ocs. Come to think of it, I haven’t made a single deticated story after warrior cats happened. And now i’m caught up in drawing/games that I don’t have time focus on writing as much.

March 29th Daily
463 words

When unoccupied by the everyday happenings of my stories, my characters find themselves in a little escape that I like to call Dreamland. Where nothing is for certain, but where they grow and improve and encounter abstract ideas that further their development. Dreamland is a massive, everlasting plane of nearly anything you can imagine. There, characters practice their skills, interact with other characters, or do pretty much anything they want. However, my characters typically get very little time in Dreamland before they’re thrusted back into my story, so really there is a limited amount of things they actually get around to doing.

Dreamland is multicolored and never ending. It expands day after day with new ideas that are generated in my mind, and ideas that can possibly translate onto the page for my characters. It is where my characters are exposed to all the different possibilities for what might happen in their story, and where they give feedback on the outcome (whether or not I choose to accept it). It is also where they are never quite sure what is reality and what is part of the Dreamland until they are put back into the story, where they (or at least most of them) have their heads straight again and all memories formed in Dreamland disappear until they go back there again. This is why being in Dreamland can feel a bit surreal at first, every time they are put back into it. The ground is of varying textures and colors, the sky can be any color at any given time, and the weather is unpredictable and fantastical. Sometimes books rain from the sky, other times frogs – you name anything, it rains from the sky in Dreamland. The characters just have to deal with it as best they can.

This place is also chock-full of abstract ideas, figures, land formations, you name it, in swirls and patterns of color. It can be slightly unnerving at first but over time, characters get used to the landscape and they find a little sliver of it to call their own. They spend much of their non-canon lives in Dreamland. The Dreamland is also technically where I go when I start to think about how I want to develop them and their characters. I am unable to interact with the characters, but I can facilitate experimental interactions between them. When characters interact in Dreamland, they will never actually know if these interactions are real, because many of the items and experiences in Dreamland are simply hypothetical, as they themselves are simply hypothetical characters until they are brought to life with the click of a key or the stroke of a pen in a story. But let’s not go too deep into all the psychological stuff, shall we?

daily 29

653 words — daily

Oliver slumped back in his leather armchair, sinking into it. His book on a fascinating world about forests and oceans combined together was resting on a small glass table, left beside him and half open. Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open, and his mouth transformed a scowl.
“I’ve already finished my story,” Oliver complained. “I don’t wanna be your protagonist anymore. Just let me mourn for my wife.”
Don’t worry. You do you. I’ll just explore your house.
He sighed. “Suit yourself. I’d appreciate a bit of privacy, though. Do NOT go into the bedroom.”
As if you could do anything about that. I’m the narrator — I’m practically God. I can send a bunch of volcanoes crashing in my wake if I want to.
Oliver glared at the ceiling, at no one at particular. “Blah blah blah.”
A curtain unexpectedly zipped away from the window, and slammed into Oliver. He yelped, springing upwards, landing on the old armchair opposite from him. The curtain sheepishly returned to the window sill.
“Oi! That’s breaking the laws of the stories; you can’t make anything abnormal happen unless you’re on some kind of pony who suddenly sprouts wings and blah blah blah. I LIVE IN A NORMAL WORLD WHERE AN AUTHOR CAN’T CONTROL WHAT HAPPENS, LA LA LA.”
Stop breaking the fourth wall.
A huge grandfather clock stood tall against the wall, its huge hands slowly revolving around it’s face. Like everything else in the house, with it’s frilly-fabric tablecloths and old-fashioned armchairs, it was out of place of the new style.
“I HATE THE NEW STYLE!” called Oliver. Suddenly, the chair tottered away — with Oliver in it. His grouchy comments died away as the armchair squeezed through the tight doorframe escorted him to the beautiful beaches just outside his cottage.
Behind him, a door waved happily. It was oak with a small pineapple carved into the wood, which represented wealth or power, although it didn’t really suit retired Oliver anymore. Inside was a small bed with thick covers, a desk made smoothly of inexpensive pine (which was the most he could afford), and pictures stuck to the cream walls of… Juliet. Giggling, smiling, cautiously riding on the back of a fine ebony horse, she was always in an expensive-looking hat, with a flowing gown.
And on the other side of the room was… books. Tens upon tens of books, ranging from rather thin to dictionary-length. Some had rough covers; others had silk bindings complete with gold lettering. A few looked as though Oliver had made it himself.
Beside the bedroom was the kitchen. It wasn’t neglected, but it was unadorned. There was a stove, a clean plot, a few pieces of cutlery and plates, a sink, and a few other things that a regular kitchen should have. But there was no table, or counter. The only place to eat was designed for just one person — Oliver didn’t want to live with another person.
The kitchen presented a spectacular view of the ocean. Stormy clouds were rolling in from the sky, but the sea raged on, pulling in and out its waves as it slammed into the beach. (It also provided an excellent view of the armchair dancing around the beach, with a shape clinging on helplessly.) It could also show the moment where the armchair launched into the air, and flew swiftly back to the cottage. A bewildered Oliver stumbled in after the armchair (who shall now be called Armchair) had launched him off. Armchair smoothly glided through the air and came to a stop in front of a table. Oliver stared angrily at Armchair, and shifted to move to the other armchair, which jumped into the sky, and back down again, and gave him a start.
It’s okay: you’re not the protagonist. You’re just a minor character.
Oliver grumbled, and reached for the book.

School essay:

My favorite festival is ‘Diwali’. Diwali is also known as ‘The festival of lights’. In north India, Diwali is celebrated to mark the victory of Lord Rama over the demon Ravana and in south India to mark the victory of Lord Krishna over the demon Narakasura. Diwali signifies the victory of good over evil and marks the beginning of a new year in some parts of India. Diwali is celebrated by worshiping the Goddess Lakshmi for wealth and wisdom. We light diyas and fireworks to welcome the good to our home. Some traditional cuisines in family feasts are Gulab Jamun, Tamarind rice, Rice Kheer, Samosa, Paneer Tikka, Sooji Halwa, etc. Enjoy this Diwali with great joy. Burst only small crackers or eco-friendly crackers as it causes pollution so may cause severe damage to others. I hope all have a happy and safe Diwali. HAPPY DIWALI!

Word count- 145 words.

A small animated story I'm making on scratch. I did a plan for setting so here it is-
word count- +248 words

Scene 1:Elvina and her friends in the boardwalk

Elvina feels something is wrong so she tells everyone. Iris replies “No need to worry sister, it may be for someone else”. Elvina agreed with her sister but she was still unsure about it.

Scene 2: At the witch’s place

The witch thought of a cunning plan to put them in her prison forever. Then she disguises herself as a little girl selling fruits.

Scene 3: At the boardwalk

She goes to the boardwalk. She tells team justice “Please buy my fruits, I need to earn money. (Devin interrupts) Girl, I will buy all your fruits but first tell me why are you selling fruits. Then the girl replies “I have lost my parents in an accident last week so my aunt and uncle have come here to take care of me but they want only my parent’s money thus, they are making me a seller and a maid”.Elvina and Iris felt pity on her so they bought all her fruits by giving the gold coins left with them. Henry eats some grapes from it. As soon as he ate he fell toward the ground and the little girl turned into the evil witch.Then the evil witch laughed and said now you all are my prisoners forever.Iris tells “you cruel witch, you have poisoned henry
with the fruits, Teleport us to the place of Knowhere, Crista Loxtra”.Evil witch screams “No!!!”.

Scene 4:At the Knowhere

SWC Daily
29th March 2022
Word total: 447

Emily, a quiet girl, prides herself on knowledge and is very smart. When Amelia was not in the story acting as a smart friend, she was at WoodBerry High's huge library. The Library, also nicknamed as the ‘wisdom room’ by the kids in Woodberry was a very quiet and calm place. It was studying and reading and was open from 7 in the morning to 5 in evening. The librarian, Miss Johns, was strict, but kind. Anybody who misbehaved in the library was punished by Miss Johns by getting detention or maybe even something more severe. Everybody was scared of her. Over the years, Emily had spent a lot of time in the library and she and Miss Johns had created an understanding between each other. They both had a love for knowledge and books. For Emily, there was nothing better than being lost in a book in a quiet library. Supporting her friend in mysteries, Emily loved to research codes to send secret messages and encode other codes. As she was in high school, she had a lot of assignments and tests which she loved studying for in one of the library's cosy desks. In winters, Emily used to snuggle next to the fireplace, armed with hot chocolate, a speciality made by the cooks in Woodberry high in winters.

Alongside the library, her favourite pastime place, she even loved the basketball court where she spent long hours practising new skills to defy and win in games. Emily loved to play sports and basketball was one of her favourite. She was a team player and was kind and helpful to everyone. In her school timetable, she always had one period of sports where she got trained with her team by Coach Huffley. Coach Huffley was a wonderful player himself, and knew a lot about basketball. He was fair to everyone and treated and trained everyone equally. Before his leg injury, he used to be in the country's basketball team. Everyone liked him and he had many fans. After he fell and hurt his leg, he decided to use his sport skills and knowledge to be a coach. He joined our school, which made everyone really proud and they always want to do the best in front of him. Emily also loved the court as she was in one of the best school teams, the Sharks. The sharks was a team with fast, deft and skilled player including Lewis, Lia, Lily, Dirk, Oren and Emily. She was even motivated to train harder after Coach Huffley said she might become a captain oneday.

Emily loved her time outside the book as much as she enjoyed being a smart friend.

Hi, this a some code words, I have been working on.
word count: 222 words

Code language
Greetings
Key: Silent Letters In Pink


Hi- Ih
How are you- Woh Rea uoy
I am fine- I ma enif
My name is- Ym eman si
Let’s start- stel trats
Story- yrots
Our- Ruo
Novel- Levon
Your- ruoy
Bat- atb
Tab- abt
Eat- tae
Want- tnaw
Book- koob
Bus- sub
Subject- tcejbus
ill- lli
Secret- terces
Phone- enohp
Boy- yob
Girl- lrig
Mobile- elibom
Bomb- bmob
Pen- nep
Pencil- licnep
Make- ekam
Up- pu
Down- nwod
Swims- smiws
Meet- teem
Team-maet
Met- tem
tempt - tpmet
Crystal- latsyrc
Hill- llih
Ice- eci
Queen- neeuq
Princess- ssecnirp
Language- egaugnal
Nail- lian
Mind- dnim
Water-retaw
Food- doof
Nature- erutan
Tank- knat
Trees-seert
Seat- taes
Toes- seot
Skeleton- noteleks
System- metsys
Note- etone
Tone-enot
treasure - erusaert
Island- dnalsi
Caption- noitpac
Teacher- rehcaet
Black- kcalb
Spot- tosp
Dog- ogd
Bed- deb
Sea- aes
Chest- tsehc
Blind- dnilb
Man- nam
Last- tsal
Papers- srepap
Begins- snigeb
Journey- yenruoj
Apple- elppa
Barrel- lerrab
Council- licnuoc
War- wraw
Reach- hcaer
Events- stneve
First- tsrif
Sure- erus
Shore- erohs
Fight- thsif
Battle- elttab
Continues- seunitnoc
Time-emit
Tool- loro
Help- pleh
Set- tes
Out- tuo
Mine-enim
Adventure- erutnevda
Cruising- gnisiurc
Afraid- diarfa
Enemy- ymene
Camp- pmac
Villain- nialliv
Hunt- tnuh
End- dne
Delay-yaled
Sound- dnuos
Open- neop
Bundle-eldnub
Sailor- rolias
Old- dlo
Shabby- ybbahs
Little- elttil
Voyage- egayov
Ago- oga

740 words

When not playing their respective roles in their stories, all my characters reside in a large area floating in the void (picture the Other dimension in the Coraline movie - the farther you walk from the main area, the more the land around you devolves into what is, essentially, a blank white void). Inside that area, right in the middle of it, lies a mansion. Due to the ever expanding amount of characters being created and developed, the inside of the mansion is a pocket dimension of its own, being infinitely expanding to make more rooms.

There are two main floors to the mansion, connected by a large, slightly spiraling staircase (which has been used for attempts at pulling stunts by a few characters). The first floor, or the bottom floor, has a kitchen, constantly stocked up by the Author (me), a pretty sizable library, an art room, and a mysterious room that barely anyone enters. No one speaks of what happens inside outside of it.

The second floor is home to the dozens of characters, with a few doors leading to either a character's room, or a pocket dimension that looks like a circular room with doors leading to the rooms of each character. Each pocket dimension corresponds with a universe or story that the characters who live in it belong to. So, these pocket dimensions are reserved for characters who share a story/a story with multiple main characters.

Below the mansion is a basement split into two rooms, with one room being used for sparring or training by the characters that want to use it (essentially a gym), and the other being used for more… questionable deeds, mostly done by the evil characters (again, I have to specify that it's used by the evil or unhinged characters, not just antagonists in general).

Of course, this void is all under the control of the Author. And, with the characters having rooms that are not pocket dimensions, some issues that have to do with thin walls and space in the room can arise. Namely, things like complaints about Erik being able to phase through the walls and invade privacy, my character Lumen having a room right next to Stemni (aka someone that he has a grudge against), and things like certain characters being too loud.

Whenever a new character is created, they appear in the foyer of the mansion, and are usually greeted by a few of the more friendly characters.

In the middle of the foyer stands a noticeboard. This is usually filled by various scrolls and pieces of paper. Namely, a list of rules and things like that, and a very long enchanted scroll with the names of all the inhabitants of the mansion. Here's an excerpt from the rule list:

Rules:
- Be very careful with salt
- All things containing iron must be labeled
- Potentially dangerous things must be put in the Potentially Dangerous Things Room
- No explosions outside the Magic Room or the lab
- No deaths allowed
etc

As mentioned on the list, there are a few extra rooms around the mansion, like the PDTR (Potentially Dangerous Things Room), where all dangerous items (weapons, magic artifacts), the Magic room (for the magic users to do their things in. Usually, it's full of various potion ingredients and baking supplies for Hansel and a huge collection of runes and spell circles for the resident witch), and the lab, which is home to the scientists and engineers.

Whenever a character is spirited away for story purposes, the door to their room turns grey and a list of “busy in their story playing their role” characters hung up on the noticeboard updates itself.

Some characters have slightly different rooms, due to needing or wanting a few certain specific things.
For example, Stemni, a semi-plant alien, has a balcony facing the sun, and the wall also facing it is completely made of glass, to let more light through. Ulmi-in, who is mostly a digital entity, has a room full of different gadgets for them to reside in, a robot body for if they want to do something physical, and a charging station for their robot body.
Bronagh, a banshee, has soundproof walls, so others don't get disturbed by her keening.
Suvea and Alaric have no windows and rooms that don't let any sunlight in.
And Aspen, a semi-eldritch monster comprised mainly of strange goo, has a completely slimeproof room.

Hi, My Main-cabin Daily-
Word count- +500 words

Hi, Today I am taking the character from my 2 stories and they are- Isabella(Isa) and Sophie from my best magical and mystery story and Siri and Devi from my detective story(my two favorite stories).

As you see the original home of Sophie and Isa is a Bheempoor with lots and lots of mysteries to solve and is always covered with a umbrella of lush green grass and greenery. The original home of Siri and Devi's home is also as similar as the home of Sophie and Isa. There also lots and lots of mysteries to solve and is always covered with a umbrella of lush green grass and greenery.

One day on a bright sunny day, Sophie and Isa visited Palanpur where they met Siri and Devi who were planning to go on a vacation for two months for their Summer vacation. Sophie and Isa who were also planning a trip for two months came to Siri and Devi and asked if they could come as it would be a lot fun if they could just come with them and also they wanted to be friends with them as They shared similar qualities.

Siri and Devi readily agreed as they were also looking for someone to take with them. It was then agreed that Isa and Sophie will be also coming. They made arangements. They were going to Shimla.

Shimla is a beautiful Hill station in the lap of Himachal Pradesh and is also its capital. It is located at an altitude of 2213 m. Shimla derives its name from goddess ‘Shayamla Devi’ , another form of Goddess Kali. Shimla has been blessed with natural beauty and is surrounded by green pastures and snow-capped peaks. Shimla is also one of the most beautiful hill stations in northern India.

After taking a tour a round Shimla, Isa said, “Oh my, I just love Shimla's Evergreen forests, rolling valleys, breathtaking lakes, pleasant climate, and colonial ambiance, all come together to lend this hill station a charm of its own. I just love this place.”
Siri agreed and added a interesting point about Shimla, “ Did you know everyone? Shimla derives its name from goddess ‘Shayamla Devi’ , another form of Goddess Kali.

After having a nice relaxation in Shimla, they went to have a good meal. They were served with various food. They asked a villager why is everyone having such a nice festive food? The villager gave a smile and said, ” Oh tourists, we are celebrating the Summer Festival of Shimla. During this time we prepare Dhaam.“

Sophie asked curiously, ” Which dish is Dhaam?“ The villager said, Dhaam is a traditional feast in Shimla. Dhaam is prepared and served on every joyful event or celebration in the family. Temples also serve them and would you like some?” Everyone said together, “ We would love too.”

Dhaam was served to them and they had a good meal. They enjoyed the weather, festive mood, forests and relaxed and had a great time at Shimla, Himachal Pradesh.

Proof yay
922 words from an english assignment

TEJ (Triple Entry Journal): Four Entries Per Week
Dystopian Feature OR Critical Lens (remember formalist: aspects of plot, characterization, figurative language, etc; meanings that transcend the specific time and place of the text's authorship. Remember: sociocultural, etc?) Quotation (with citation) and your explanation/analysis (what’s happening, what’s it mean, and why does it matter) QUESTION Create open-ended questions to ask my group that relates to this portion of the text.
Formalist lens – look at
structure
Sociocultural – looking at
history / society
Dystopian: tends in society at
the time the text was written
/ speculative fiction
The story opens where “For thousands of miles there were little towns where the dark people stood” (1). The setting and basic situation immediately demonstrate the conditions of segregation present during the author’s time. The division of folks by race sets up the conditions for conflict and the central thematic topics of racial prejudice, hatred, and revenge.
In “The Other Foot,” how does the basic situation reflect the social conditions of the author’s life and times? In what way does the author weaponize the dystopian genre to call attention to moral and ethical questions relevant to the real world at the time the text was written? To what extent do the issues reflected in this short story echo realities in today’s world—how are these conflicts actually playing out?
1
Sociocultural Lens-
looking at how
history and society
influence the novel “He wanted nothing more than to be told what to do. He wanted to obey” (290). I chose this quote because it is a direct contrast to Knox’s character. Knox is portrayed as a cocky, arrogant, spoiled brat- but he always knows what he wants. He is rather opinionated and doesn’t take orders from anyone, which is why this is such a surprise for him. I guess that when you see multiple people killed in front of you, and you’re forced to survive in the desert, it really alters your perspective on the world. Why does having to survive change Knox’s perspective of the world?
2
Dystopian Feature:
Speculative fiction:
taking trends from
today’s society. “Knox felt useless without a network connection” (297). I chose this quote because it relates directly to our society How does this relate to today’s society?
today. Many people feel lost or useless when they are without their phone or even an internet connection. For example, the school wi-fi and internet are terrible, and even though it has always been that way, I hear people complaining about it every day. I find it interesting how attached people are to their devices, and how it impacts how they interact with people.
3
Sociocultural Lens-
looking at how
history and society
influence the novel “He didn’t want to see the holos his memory was conjuring, the dead he’d left in his trail” (311). I chose this quote because it shows how human the characters are. Even though they live in a futuristic society and have gone through unimaginable situations, they still have feelings and feel grief. It also shows how even though the characters do make some questionable decisions, they do have regrets and are not completely heartless. Why did the author choose to portray dreams as holos?
4
Dystopian Feature:
Speculative fiction:
taking trends from
today’s society.
Dystopian Feature:
Elements of science
fiction and futuristic
technology
Sociocultural Lens-
looking at how “Gordis drove with four holo projections in front of him, showing engine readouts, ground topography, power levels, and the drones prowling in the sky above” (346). I chose this quote because it relates to something that actually exists today. In some cars, there is a little projection thing that tells you if your blinker is on, or what direction you are about to turn in, or the Why did the author go into such detail on Gordis’s holos?
history and society influence the novel speed limit. I just thought that this was really interesting and related to real life!
COMMON Dystopian Features
1. Illusion of a perfect society; however, Dys = not—this is not a perfect situation (not utopian)
2. Imagines a “what if” scenario (speculative fiction)
a. Takes a modern trend in society and plays it out to an extreme possible and highly negative future.
3. System of control may include: rules, laws, philosophy, propaganda
a. Surveillance of citizens (“big brother” is always listening)
b. Totalitarian or other despotic forms of government
4. Strict control of information (lack of free speech—also part of the control system)
a. Restriction of free speech and thought
b. Forbidden forms of knowledge or communication
c. Harsh punishment for speaking against authorities
5. Loss of individuality (for the greater good of all, so they say)
6. Protagonist recognizes the system is amiss; feels trapped; struggles against the system; helps the audience see what is wrong with the dystopian system
7. May or may not include elements of science fiction (a world of the future, akin to what ours could become if things go badly).
FIVE CRITICAL LENSES
1. Psychoanalytical
2. Socio-cultural
3. Marxist
4. Formalist
5. Feminist
A few OTHER CONSIDERATIONS PER NOVEL
The 11th Plague Biblical allusion. World War. Nuclear War. Human nature. Individual role in group or vs group.
Proxy Autocracy. Social Class. Individualism. Social Power. Systems of control. Technology.
Lord of the Flies WWII. Nature of humans (author’s philosophy: humans are inherently evil). Strategies of control. Totalitarianism. Demagogue.
Animal Farm Allegory. Russian Revolution. Marx, Trotsky, Lenin, Stalin. Propaganda. Social class.
F451 Censorship (sources of it). Book Burning (WWII to now). Education. Sy

OKAY I APOLOGIZE IF I GOT ANY DETAILS WRONG BUT I WAS RUSHING

TASK 5

Dystopian
It’s difficult to tell how much of this mess is supposed to be here, and how much was caused by the SWC war. I look around, seeing piles of rubble and ash. It appears that the people of this cabin had been trying to gather resources and build some structures, but several of the buildings were damaged, despite clearly having been recently constructed. The ruin caused when the Old Generation was overthrown was still evident in many places, and the SWC battling certainly hadn’t done much to help that. However, living in a dystopian world seemed to have made the residents resilient. I watched them, hard at work with their continued efforts to build a better world. All in all, not bad. They would survive and hopefully go on to form a new generation that could bring peace at last.

Fantasy
Hopping carefully through the portal door into Fantasy, the first thing I notice is the lack of colors. I know that this is what the facility normally looks like, but it still maks me nervous. I begin to assess the damage I see. There are holes ripped through several walls as if by beasts with terrible strength. I shudder. The facility’s once smooth, dull cleanliness is now filled with dirt and debris. Crouching down, I notice pieces of leaves that must have been tracked in from one of the other cabins. Maybe even mine. I hear someone coming down the hallway, and I quickly hide behind a loose piece of metal, breathing a sigh of relief when it turns out to be one of the facility’s subjects, not one of its cruel dictators. The subject looks scared, as if they were trying to escape, but hadn’t managed to make it out. I want to help, but my mission is merely to report the damages. I am not supposed to let myself be seen. Turning my back, I head back through the portal as soon as the subject goes around the corner.

Adventure
I am dismayed when I see what happened to the world of Adventure. There is a vast landscape here, and a massive fire seems to have utterly devastated most of it. The mountain rises in front of me, but it no longer appears to tower proudly against the sky. I think I see some of the members of this cabin way off in the distance, but it’s too far to be able to see what they’re doing. I wonder how the fire started- It must have been from one of the other cabins, probably during the last Cabin Wars. This greatly saddens me, I knew that the people of this cabin had worked hard. They were our allies! But alas, there is nothing I can do to help them. Scribbling down some notes for the damage report, I leave.





MAIN CABIN DAILY 31st

Oh, if only I could find a word awesome enough to describe how amazing SWC has been, thanks to all you incredible leaders. It is utterly astounding that such an organized, detailed, well-thought-out program could be run by people my own age on Scratch- y’all should be the ones in charge of the world! I’ve never met another group of people as hardworking, supportive, dedicated, enthusiastic, and helpful as you. Thank you SO MUCH for allowing us to have this experience, Scratch Writing Camp has been a truly life-changing event. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed writing; you helped me rediscover my love for it. If I ever write a book someday, I ought to dedicate it to you. From the beginning, you’ve been so kind and encouraging, constantly being the motivation I needed to keep writing. Unlike school assignments, this time I WANTED to write thousands of words for you. And I did! And wow, I’m so glad I did. With everything from boxes to cake, I was really glad to be in the fanfiction cabin. I don’t know you managed to coordinate this so well, but everything you’ve done here is absolutely brilliant, and I will never forget it. You are all truly amazing people. Thank you for Scratch Writing Camp. <3



MAIN CABIN WEEKLY #4

PART 1: Card Draw

Character 1: 7 of spades
Raven is a young adult shazarxa. He is male, the son of Swift and Moon, and his siblings are Holly and Shade. I would give him an ENFP-T personality type. He has a medium-large-sized body with medium-length but thick fur. His fur is a warm bluish-gray color. He has a large circle of friends, including Ember, Wander, and Ash. He is typically the goofy, good-natured one in the group, but beneath his silliness, he has a deeply caring, empathetic personality. He is extremely perceptive, being the type of person who notices exactly who needs emotional support and knows how to make them feel better. His perceptiveness goes beyond emotions as well; he is sensitive to when the weather is changing or when something is running out of time. He is usually optimistic, but also easily hurt, due to feeling emotional pain deeply. Raven typically brings out the good in people with his warmth and friendliness, so he is well liked by almost everyone who knows him. He can be very enthusiastic and supportive, but he sometimes has trouble with being restless, unable to stick to one goal for too long. It’s hard to stay focused on one thing when there is a lot of life to enjoy! In his youth, the age that this prompt gave me, he is a little bit disorganized and not super firm on his beliefs yet. However, as he grows older, he calms down and gains a bit of wisdom, becoming a respected role model, teacher, and leader figure. He’s very loyal, both to his friends and to his family. This loyalty becomes a problem, however, when, after a tragedy happens, his family decides to move out of the main shazarxa settlement, and he is forced to either stay behind with his friends, or leave with his family. No matter what he does, there will be betrayed trust. I do have the rest of his story planned out already, but I won’t be going into it here because at this stage in his life, Raven is right on the edge of having to make this decision.

Character 2: 10 of clubs
Silence is a middle-aged shazarxa, though they seem older. They are agender. They are Raven’s uncle (Moon’s brother). I would give them an INTJ-A personality. They’ve always been something of an outcast, always been fixated on something beyond everyone else’s awareness. In their younger years, they were more normal, though still a bit weird and not very interested in connecting with others. They were never particularly shy, they just didn’t care to make friends in the same way that most others did. Perhaps they were always able to sense that there was more out there that no one else recognized, that no one else could have understood. Often deep in thought, maybe they prefer the company of their own mind to the trivial conversations of everyday society. They are unusually large in size when compared to the other shazarxi, with a thick ruff of fur around their neck. Their fur is a dark gray and their feathers are bluish-black, so at night, they are very difficult to see. They can sit very still and quietly, but are quick to snap alert if anything happens. Others can find this startling or unsettling, as they turn their silent gaze on someone, their face unreadable. However, despite this, Silence is very peaceful, preferring to ponder the mysteries of the universe than get into conflict. Nothing ruffles their calm, unless it is a life-or-death situation. That isn’t to say they can’t fight, though; their size gives them an advantage in strength, and their keen senses and sharp wit give them the ability to predict an opponent’s moves very quickly. They are one of the shazarxi in Raven’s family that leaves the shazarxa settlement. This wasn’t at all a tough decision for them, as they do not feel attached to any one place. Little do they know that their journey will lead to a strange discovery that just might shatter the way that they see the world…

Setting: dark blue and black
The sun has slipped below the horizon, the twilight blue sky a cool contrast to the fiery oranges and reds of the sunset that has since passed. In its place, a thin curve of a moon has risen, casting a faint silvery light over everything. As the world gradually shifts into nighttime, a cold wind blows. It carries the sharp scent of pine sap as it races across the surface of the glistening river that burbles and rushes swiftly down the mountainside. The landscape is calm, yet full of movement, from the gently swaying trees to the silent scurrying and scampering of the nocturnal creatures that are just now beginning their daily routines. There must be miles and miles of land here, the forest nearly as vast as the evening sky. No roads interrupt the tranquility of nature here, only the winding paths made by the forest’s inhabitants. All is quiet, all is alert. The whole world feels alive.

Freewrite
Night was falling, the whole world bathed in shades of blue. The shazarxa camp was quiet, everyone already inside one of the dens, though not asleep yet- Raven could hear the sounds of faint chatter and contented laughter. /I don’t know how they can all sound so happy right now. Have they forgotten Swift already?/
It had been several moon-cycles since the wolves had come, setting their sights on shazarxi as a new source of prey, and they showed no sign of leaving. Swift had been one of the first to be lost to this new threat, but not the only one. There was constant fear of an attack. But for Raven, the biggest loss had been losing Swift. Swift had not only been the shazarxa colony’s leader, he was also Raven’s father. Raven knew that Swift’s spirit still existed on top of the Mountain with the other shazarxa ghosts, but that didn’t make it any easier. On top of that, the shazarxa that was next in line to be leader was Ash, one of Raven’s closest friends. Raven could tell that Ash was not prepared for this responsibility, as it should have been much longer before he had to step up to fill Swift’s place. Ash was stressed constantly, especially with the threat of another wolf attack constantly hanging over everyone. Raven wished there was something he could do to help, but there didn’t seem to anything he could do this time. He felt so helpless.
Raven was mulling these thoughts when a large shadow appeared next to him. It was Silence. Silence didn’t say anything at first, just sat down beside Raven, and the two of them looked out across the forest from where they perched at the top of the canyon. Raven would have usually tried to strike up a conversation, but tonight, he didn’t feel like it. He was glad it was Silence that found him up here, the older shazarxa’s quiet calmness had always been comforting to him, even though most others thought Silence to be a little weird. Therefore, Raven was surprised when Silence spoke. “Your mother is planning to leave the colony, maybe start a new one in a different place. She wanted me to tell you.”
This wasn’t surprising news to Raven. His mother, Moon, had hinted at wanting a fresh start after Swift’s death. Still, he wondered why she didn’t tell him herself. Raven didn’t want to think about leaving. Exploring new places might be fun, but he couldn’t just leave all his friends. Ash, especially, needed his support. But he wasn’t about to abandon his family, either. “When does she want to leave?” Raven asked.

PARTS 2 AND 3: Story Writing Game

Include a Very Long To-Do List
“Three days,” Silence replied.
Raven gulped. That didn’t give him much time to decide. “Who else is going?”
“Me, Forest, Sky, maybe more. Your sisters don’t know yet.”
“Shade won’t want to leave, she loves this place. Holly… she’ll probably stay with Shade,” Raven guessed, his brow furrowing.
“And you?”
“I- I don’t know,” Raven admitted. “I remember how happy the thought of leaving made Wander when he left on his journey. I want to do that, too, I guess… But I don’t want to leave behind Shade or Holly or Ember or Ash.” A new thought struck him. “Does Ash know yet? He’s the leader, he has to approve this, right?”
“I don’t believe your mother told him.”
“Then… Can I be the one to tell him? I’m not sure he’ll take it well…”
Silence blinked indifferently. “If you want.”
“Okay- I’ll let him know in the morning. He’s probably asleep by now.” Raven looked up at the sky, which had darkened significantly. It was now fully night.
Silence stood up, saying nothing. They nodded farewell to Raven and spread their wings, swooping noiselessly down into their den, disappearing as quickly as they came. Raven remained on the edge of the canyon, reluctant to head inside, even though he knew he should get some sleep. “There are so many things I need to do,” he mumbled. “Tell Ash, let Ember know, too, and of course, decide whether I’m going. See if Holly and Shade end up staying or leaving. Ask Moon more about what she plans to do. Which direction will she go? Will she ever come back?”
Raven sighed. He felt very tired with the weight of this decision weighing on him. He flapped down to his den within the canyon.

Make Your Character’s Secret Weapon Backfire
“So you’re leaving.” Ash’s voice was cold.
“Um- I haven’t actually decided, so-” Raven fumbled. This conversation was not going well.
“You’ll leave. I know you’re restless. You always have been.”
/What do I say? I’m supposed to be the one who always knows what to say. Why can’t I do this?/ Raven thought, flattening his ear tufts. “It’s… it’s not like that. I don’t want to leave you behind, but- my family-”
“Your family is BETRAYING THIS COLONY BY ABANDONING IT RIGHT WHEN WE NEED AS MUCH PROTECTION AS POSSIBLE,” Ash snarled, temper flaring.
Raven shrunk back at his friend’s outburst. “Ash-”
Ash growled, eyes narrowing. “Fine. Leave. Just get out of my den.”
“Wait- I didn’t say I was leaving, maybe I’ll stay if you-”
“No. I don’t need the shadow of your family’s disloyalty darkening this place anyway. It’s clear they were only there for Swift, and don’t want my leadership. I won’t harbor faithlessness in this canyon.”
“That’s not it at all!” Raven paused, realizing that nothing he said would get through to Ash. His words had abandoned him. “I… I just don’t want to our friendship to end this way…”
“Too late for that,” Ash said bluntly. “Now go.”
Raven hesitated, but there was nothing more to say. Wings drooping, he turned and plodded out of Ash’s den.

Spontaneous Snowball Fight! Or Mud Ball, Space Junk, Magic Ball, Dodgeball…
The group of shazarxi made their way through the forest, heading north.
Raven walked alongside Silence, his heart heavy. They had been travelling for several days, and the weather had been getting steadily colder. However, Raven barely even noticed the first few snowflakes drifting down from the sky. The others did, though. Sky and Forest were staring up at them excitedly as if they were still fledglings. As the snow began to pile up, Forest had an idea.
Scooping up a pile of snow with his tail, he flicked it at Sky. Blinking in shock, Sky quickly recovered and scooped up a pawful of snow himself, flinging it back at Forest. Quickly ducking, the snowball whizzed over Forest’s head and splatted directly on the side of Raven’s face.
Stumbling, Raven shook his head in confusion. “What was-”
Sky laughed. “Looks like it’s your turn now. Try to hit me!”
Raven wasn’t sure he felt up to playing around, but he didn’t want to disappoint Sky, so, grabbing some snow, he launched it towards the other shazarxa.
“That’s the spirit!” Sky giggled as the pieces of snow landed on his wing. “Come on, let’s do that again!”
Leaping into the air, Sky swooped back down into a pile of snow, sending a wave of snowflakes crashing into both Raven and Forest.
Raven shivered at the soft, cold touch of the snowflakes as they soaked through his fur and brushed his skin. It felt kind of good, actually. Maybe he would romp around in the snow some more. Smiling faintly, he flapped into the air after Forest and Sky.

There’s a Setback in Your Protagonist’s Plan
The snow had stopped by the time Moon halted the group. Conferring with Silence, they determined that they would camp out there for the night. The plan was to resume looking for a more permanent location for their new settlement in the morning. Relieved to give his legs a rest, Raven flopped down on a mossy patch of ground next to a tree. The others, also exhausted, laid down nearby, no one even bothering to make nests. Within minutes, everyone was asleep.
Raven was the first to hear the quiet rustling. “Wake up,” he whispered urgently, poking at Silence.
Silence raised their head, sniffing the air. “Smells like a large mammal of some sort- Don’t recognize what kind. You’d better wake up the others.”
Raven was about to do so when suddenly, a huge furry shape hurled itself out of the bushes, almost landing on Silence! Raven squawked in fear and surprise. The others, woken up by the commotion, jumped to attention when they saw the creature preparing to pounce again. It had cornered Silence against a big tree, and there was no room to fly up. Moon screeched, throwing herself at the animal.
She landed directly on its back, temporarily distracting it. She sliced her claws down its side. The creature reared up, trying to shake her off, giving Silence enough time to escape. Just as Moon lost her grip, the animal spun around, and, much to Raven’s horror, swatted her down to the ground, her head trapped beneath its giant paw. “No!” Raven yelled, but Forest held him back.
“Don’t- you haven’t learned to fight yet!” Forest whispered urgently.
“She needs help!” growled Raven, pulling free and flying like a bullet towards the creature. He whammed into its side, knocking it away from his mother, then quickly flapping out of its reach. Moon rolled to her feet, preparing for another attack.
However, the creature had paused, tilting its head in what could almost appeared to be curiosity. Out of nowhere, a branch sailed through the air, hitting Silence. Taking advantage of Silence’s temporary distraction, the creature pounced. A long, sharp claw grazed Silence’s face, right across their eye. Silence screeched, falling backward. A gigantic log began rolling toward them, about to crush them.
“Fly, Silence!” Moon yelled.
Stumbling to their feet with blood dripping from their face, they barely managed to spread their wings and fly upward in time to avoid getting run over by the log.
“Let’s go! Fly out of here, everyone, quick, before the creature catches us!” Moon commanded the group.
As they pumped their wings as fast as they could, more branches and rocks came hurling at them. /Is the creature somehow moving these objects?/ Raven thought, panicked as he barely missed a flying rock.
Breaking above the tops of the trees, the shazarxi flew away as fast as they could, and eventually, the branches and rocks stopped coming after them.
“Change of plans,” Moon wheezed, “we’re sleeping somewhere else tonight.”

Your Character Falls Unconscious. What Happens When They Wake Up?
They decide to roost in a tree for the remainder of the night, hoping that will be out of reach of any more threats.
“Did you see how that animal seemed to be controlling the branches and rocks?” Forest whispered to Moon. “What was that?”
Moon, looking grim, replied, “I’m not sure. It’s possible we’ve discovered a new species with powers. “If so, we may have more to worry about. But for now, we need to take care of our injuries. Alright, who’s wounded?” she raised her voice, addressing the whole group.
Raven checked himself over. He only had a couple of bruises. Forest and Sky only had a few scrapes from where flying debris had hit them. Moon had some cuts, but Silence’s claw scratch was clearly the worst injury. The gash looked weird already, not like any scratch Raven had ever seen. It had swelled up a bit, although blood had stopped leaking out. It smelled odd too, though not the smell of infection, Raven knew that. But what, then?
Somehow, Forest managed to find herbs to put on the wound, and he wrapped half of Silence’s head in a big leaf to keep them in place. As Silence lost consciousness, their whole body felt… different. But there was no time to think about that, because the black was crowding the edge of their vision, and soon they slipped off into sleep.
Silence woke up a few hours later in the middle of the night. Everyone else was asleep. A fog had blanketed the whole forest, making everything seem mysterious, and Silence felt that there was something they had to do. Silently jumping off the branch, they flew to a large boulder and sat down on top of it. The fog swirled thickly around them. Silence raised a paw, imagining the fog swirling left. It swirled left. They imagined it swirling right. It swirled right. Silence lowered their paw. /Hmm. Interesting…/

Your Main Character Reunites With a Long-Lost Friend
Meanwhile, Raven was dreaming. He was in the canyon, hanging out with his friends. Wander was there, and Ember and Ash were, too. They all seemed older, as if this was in the future. They were laughing together. Raven was so happy. He had missed them so much.
He woke up, wishing it had been more than a dream. /Maybe it WILL happen someday,/ Raven thought. /I’ll go back one day, when I’m older, right? And Wander will eventually return too, and Ash will accept us back, and…/ Raven sighed. This was just a fantasy, just a dream. /Maybe it won’t be like that. But I’ll TRY to reunite with them someday,/ he promises himself. /They aren’t lost to me, they’re still out there./
/But then why do I feel like I’m running out of time?/

Cabin Wars 3/26
War led by: Mystery
Words: 1000 exactly
Extra Challenge: 2 characters only
Continued from the Contemp war, which was a continuation of the nonfi war, which was a continuation of the horror war.Redirect to main page

I fell asleep while this was halfway through and finished it not during cabin wars for *words* B)

Chapter 4 (why am I still here writing this trashy story? Oh well :")




Dreaded thoughts locked into my head. No, I’m human. Right? Could I be something transformed from a human?

Invasive ideas flooded in like a heavy crashing river.

Monster.

Creature.

No one’s said them to me, but I still feel pain as if someone has. Sharp pain spikes in my head, and I bend over in my moments of crippling pain, clutching my head and one hand while the other one curls into a fist on the bench.

“Wisp! Help me!” I breathed.

Wisp floated around, but it looked confused. Like I didn’t give instructions.

My eyes clouded over, and it might have been because of the pain causing me to become delusional, but a crack split through one of the walls. I could hear it in my ears too, which made it seem all the more real. Chances were, it was.

“Play that calming music, Wisp! Please! Hurry!” My tired throat managed to squeeze out.

It began a new tune. It was soft and had words from a different language. The same language as the runes?

My head began to clear, and the migraines died down. It’s not gone, I could confirm that, but it’s way less painful than before. I glanced at the wall outside the nook. Maybe those cracks were just hallucinations after all, because the wall was polished and clean. Still in the creepy ‘was dusted yesterday but nobody even lives here’ look. Is that even a look? That’s got to be a look.

Now the next problem. What caused that headache. It was one of two things. Either the book with the hyper realistic human photo, or the derailed thoughts I was having. There was always the chance that it was neither. Something else.

Or I was just broken and migraines are a constant thing. Anything was possible in this land of mystery.

I walked around more in search of new rooms, collecting more unimportant thoughts in my head.

If no one else lived here, did that mean I was the queen of it? The ruler? The entire governing agency. I laughed to myself. It sounded stupid and ridiculous, but it could in theory be true. Even if it was pointless to rule yourself. There were no gains.

My gaze changed directions to a new room I had found. Turns out, it was a bedroom. The sheets were perfectly arranged and made, like a maid came to sweep, dust, and clean the bedroom - or the entire house at this point! - everyday.

The sheets were a calming robin’s egg blue, and had some swirling darker flower pattern on them. There was a white accent blanket and the pillow was thick and fluffy white as well. The room was open with lots of legroom. What a waste of space, I thought, running my hand along the smooth wall.

I left the area, thinking that I had no clues to find in a regular bedroom, but just as I was about to leave, a name in English letters shone in a gold plate over the doorway. The name read: Elena.

Well, that wasn’t much of a clue, but I could keep that as information.

I very desperately wanted a name for myself. Elena would be nice… but it was the name of someone else.

What about Lena? Yes, Lena was a good name. I smiled, feeling just a bit more complete.

I skipped through the halls, repeating my name like an echo. “Lena,” I said. “Lena, Lena, Len-en-en-a.”

It sounded like a thing you would do when playing… What was the game again? My memory clouded and a sharp headache arose.

I switched my thoughts to the sweet sound of my name, and the headache went away. I ignored all my questions, in fear that one would produce another painstaking headache.

It was hard not to try and see what would happen if I got a headache overload though, I was tired and lonely, being the only one in this soft and naturey fantasy world.

There were still many parts of the castle to explore. I should have been exploring it. But it was just too daunting. It seemed like an endless trail of clues. Each one trying to push me to move on, subtle enough that I would think I had a hook. But all of them were useless.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE!” I screamed. And the castle started crumbling. I accepted it. My heart was racing, and I wasn’t that brave. I felt terrified at that moment. But it was what had to happen. I couldn’t take another moment in this dreaded place.

“Wisp?” I asked while everything was turning to dust.

No response.

“Play me a song, Wisp,” I said.

No response.

Now I was truly alone.

Castle walls turned to paper, and I felt myself slowly de-elevate. The sky turned gray and gloomy. Wind, the first sign of weather whipped through my hair, and I shivered in my adventurer’s overalls.

“HEY!” I yelled. “WHAT WAS ALL OF THIS? A SORT OF TEST PERHAPS?”

I didn’t get any answer. The castle still fell. Most of the castle was in ruins already, and I could see the rest of the world fading. That gaping hold near the castle islands? Now visible as solid ground. The color faded away, and I took a quick glance at my hands. Nope, they were still there. Thank goodness.

All of a sudden, all of it became nothing. I was left on a perfectly flat surface, with nothing but my own thoughts. No sun, even.

Something emerged from the distance. Something tiny.

“Wisp?” I asked hopefully.

Yes, yes, it was Wisp!

“What happened?” I asked.

“I made your perfect dreamworld disappear,” said Wisp. No, not Wisp. Wisp’s voice was light and airy. This was deep, like the voice of a man.

I tried to not look surprised, but it was too difficult.

“You’re in a dream,” Wisp said. “This is all a dream. Always has been.”

I backed away slowly.

“WHAT?”

ん…初とーこーです！よろしく __

Weekly:

Weekly Part One:
(help me lol im bad at writing bios for characters haha)
Character One: 9 of Spades (21yrs, extrovert)
Alex is 21 years old. She has long red hair and green eyes. She's an extrovert and is almost finished with college. She was born in Tennessee and has two younger brothers. (One is currently twelve and the other is fourteen.) Her mother died when she was only eight (meaning her brothers have never met their mother.) Out of her father's love for their mother, he never kept his marriages again after that, though his choice has caused them to have trouble with money as the mother had had the higher paying job out of the two. Both the women he had married had left him shortly after giving birth to Alex's two brothers (they didn't want to be with someone depressed so often.) They live in a small apartment and they wouldn't even be able to afford that (along with Alex's college) without their grandmother… She has a pretty well-paying job and moved in with the family after their mother passed away. She helped them pay for things, but she has been getting older and weaker and may need to retire soon. Alex works three part-time jobs and still manages to keep up with her work for school. She has always been extremely hard working and dreams to become a journalist (which is what she has been studying and working towards since she was in 7th grade.) She had to go to a college near the apartment to help out even though her good grades could've gotten her into a much better college. She chose instead to sacrifice that choice to be near her family and help pay the bills. She hopes to succeed in her dreams and graduate soon and then become a journalist. Then she wants to buy her family a better house and helps her two younger brothers go to the college they want to go to and only after she helps everyone she cares about will she help and do things for herself because her family is who she cares about most in her life and she wants to do everything in her power to protect them and help them live a better life especially after they have already had to go through so much.

Character Two (12 yrs, ambivert)
Ryan is Alex's younger brother. He is 12 years old and wants to publish a book one day. He gets pretty good grades in school but spends most of his time either playing sports or writing. He wishes he knew had known his mother. He's seen pictures of her and writes a lot about her. He plans to write a novel with a character inspired by her. He had always been told his mother was the kindest and most beautiful person alive and even though he had never met her in his life she is the person who inspires him to reach his goals. He wants to make her proud. Even though she isn't even his true mother it's who he sees as a mother. He knows his real mother left his father as well as him and it broke his heart. After this, he refused to see her as his true mother and since then saw Alex's mother as his own. Strangely enough, his real mother has been requesting to see her son, but Ryann refuses to. He is still mad about her leaving him and his father. He has a bad habit of blaming all of his problems on her. Even Ryan's father thinks it would be a good idea for Ryan to meet his own mother since he doesn't even remember her and he barely has any pictures of her (which Ryan refuses to look at.) He wants absolutely nothing to do with his birth mother. Ryan's father blames himself for this and wishes he could have been a better husband. He just finds it hard to love anyone else in the way he loved his first wife. He also finds it hard to be happy after losing her. Ryan's childhood has been absolutely horrible to him. He tries to pretend like he's perfectly fine and happy, but inside he is slowly breaking down.

Character Three (14 yrs, introvert)

Aiden is also Alex's younger brother. He is fourteen years old and is about to go into high school. His whole life he has gotten horrible grades. He's extremely depressed and confused. He doesn't know who he should see as his mom. He doesn't know who to be mad. Should he be mad at his mother for leaving? Should he be mad at his father for being a bad husband? He sometimes even gets mad at his sort of mom for dying. He bottles up his anger and isn't quite sure how to express himself. He's incredibly anti-social and really only has one friend. He was no idea what he wants for his future because he's sort of just given up. He's tried to be like both his sister and his brother. He tried writing which he hated. He tried sports which he was horrible at (mostly because he hardly even tried.) He tried journalism which let's just say he will never do again. He even tried art (which was something his dad was very passionate about before his wife died,) but he didn't have the patience. Everyone he knew loved video games, but they gave him a headache. He had been told reading would help to get his mind off things, but that gave him a headache too. He really wants to please the people he cares about, but it seems nothing he tries he can succeed in. His dad tells him he's proud of him and that he doesn't need to change anything, but deep down inside he knows even his father knows that his other son and his daughter will be the ones to impress him the greatest. He doesn't need to worry about impressing his mother who left him and his father and never contacted again. He doesn't even know if he wants to meet her, but he thinks it would be for the best if he didn't because he knew that would just make things even worse.

Setting: Green and Light Blue (The color of the apartments)
These three siblings live with their father and grandmother in a large apartment complex. The apartments are painted a light green and light blue shade. They have lived there ever since their mother dies since it's all they can barely afford. The apartment is pretty old and the paint used to be a darker shade, but no one ever repainted it so it's just been fading away and getting lighter. Most of the people who live there are above their 60s. The apartment is near a very nice neighborhood with nice big and incredibly expensive houses. The family dreams of living there one day. For now, the apartment will do even though it's quite small for a family of five. There are only two bedrooms so everyone has to share. It had a living room and kitchen and only one bathroom in the entire house. It's extremely crowded, but they are grateful to at least have somewhere to live.

Freewrite: (489 words)
It was summer vacation and Alex was getting to visit her familie's apartment. College had been really working her out, but she was detimirned to do well and suceed in her goals. She hadn't came over very often even though she lived pretty close by. She wanted to catch up with everyone, but everyone was at a job. She felt really bad that even her twelve year old brother worked cleaning the yards of the nearby wealthy neighborhood in order for them to get by. Alex sat down the living room couch. The families cat Loki whom they'd had for fifteen years jumped up to sit on her lap. She stroked his fur and said to him quitely.
“I hope things will get easier for us soon.”
Loki purred which we took for a good sign. Suddenly Alex heard the door started to open. Loki jumped off her lap and Alex stood up and went to greet whoever had returned. She felt a little bit bad for not knowing everyone's working hours. It was her father.
“Alex! I didn't know you were coming so early. I'm glad to have you back in the house I've really missed you!” He hugged his daughter then bent down to pet Loki. He then went to sit down in the living room. Alex begun to catch up with him, but he begun to get a little bit unenthusiatistic. She knew it wasn't because he didn't like speaking to her and it was just because he was worn out. He was always like this. He'd be happy then soon after go to sad and tired. She missed her old dad. The one she'd had before her mother died.
Aiden soon came home, but he immediantly went to his bedroom. Alex shared the bedroom with him, but she decided to let him be alone for now. He hated working at Wendy's he had to talk to customers and it really wore him out, but there had been a job opening and he took. When she had asked him why he took the job he had told her every little penny helps then dropped the topic soon afterwards. She knew that even though Aiden didn't work the hardest and he didn't get the best grades he really cared about the family and she hated seeing him so broken.
The phone began ring. Alex's dad started to give up, but Alex interrupted him.
“I'll get it, you relax.” He gratefully smiled at her and sat back down. Alex picked up the phone.
“Hello.”
“Hello is this the Andes residence,” a voice responded. Alex turned towards her father.
“It's Ryan's mother.” Alex's dad groaned.
“Tell her he isn't home right now and that he's working at his part time job.” Alex did as he had asked.
“Okay then I'll call you later.” Alex sighed with relief.
“Alright we'll watch for your call one of us should be home.”


Part Three of Weekly.
Activities I got were: Proganist gets gum stuck in hair, something sneaks up behind your character, include three similes and a metaphor, have a character reveal a fear, have them have some sort of play fight like dodgeball, and have a character do something they wouldn't normally do.

Alex went up to her bedroom. Aiden looked like a zombie laying in bed staring up at the ceiling. Alex assumed he wanted to be left alone and lay down on her bed. Before she knew it she had drifted off to sleep…
When Alex woke up the sun had started to rise. She turned over and saw that Aiden was still asleep. She got up quietly as not to wake up Aiden went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. While she was sleeping her gum had gotten in her hair. She must have forgotten to spit out her gum when she fell asleep. She groaned, of course, she was starting off her day with this. She had luckily only gotten gum in the bottom half of her hair and she badly need a haircut anyway. She started to head downstairs.
“Boo!” The voice startled Alex. She turned around and started to laugh. Her grandmother had snuck up behind her on her way downstairs.
“You got me shaking like a leaf grandma!”
“Looks like you've got a wasp nest in your hair!” she said laughing with her.
“Yeah just a little bit of a problem,” she answered. “I need a haircut anyway.” “Would you mind doing it for me if you aren't busy?”
“It's Saturday so I have work off so I'd be happy too!”
“Alright, thanks!” Grandmother cut Alex's hair. When she finished Alex got up to look in the mirror.
“It looks, great granny!”
“I'm glad you think so.”
“I love you,” Alex replied. Grandmother laughed,
“You have a heart of pure gold.” “I was thinking we should spend some time together today.” “Maybe take a hike in the woods.” Alex started to panic.
“Grandma I'd love to but… I hate the woods. Ever since I was young and we got lost and had to find help…”
“Of course honey that's fine, we'll think of something else to do.”
“But now I feel bad…”
“Don't feel bad honey it was just a suggestion,” she said hugging her granddaughter. “Maybe you could get your brothers do play dodgeball with us?” Alex went up to ask them. Aiden ended up requesting to be alone. Ryan however agreed and they went out to the yard. After a fun game everyone went inside for a break and drink of water. They were catching their breaths and drinking water when Aiden came down.
“If you all are going to start playing again could I join this round?” Alex looked up at him in surprise. Aiden rarely ever wanted to join them in family games like this.
“Of course, but just out of curiosity what gave you the urge to start talking to people again,” she teased. He shrugged,
“I guess I just felt a little bit bad for never hanging out with you guys.”
“Well okay, we're glad to have you.” Aiden smiled
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
After they finished dogdgeball everyone was in an extremely good mood (which was a rare occurrence.) That was until father came home then announced they were going grocery shopping. Grocery shopping was never a fun task since they were so close with money. They got in their old car and drove along the highway. They were nearing their destination when the car started to make strange noises as if it were giving up. Suddenly the car slowed to a stop. The car behind them barely swerved to avoid it. They got out and pushed the car to the side of the road. Father leaned against it and sighed. Then he pushed open the door to the car and took out a toolbox. he opened the hood of the car and scratched his head inspecting it. People going by stared out their window until they passed. Eventually someone pulled over and got out to help them. He went over to father and they started to talk. Soon the guy who had out to help got back in his car. Father turned to his children and told them.
“I've got to call someone. We can get a ride home and someone will work on our car and see if they can get it fixed. Our car might just be too old. Cars don't usually last seventeen years so it's no surprise we're having problems.”
Someone came to pick them up and everyone got in the car. The car stopped at their house. They got out and thanked the driver for the ride. They went inside and went to their rooms. Not soon after my father called Aiden downstairs.
“Your mother called again,” father said. Aiden groaned.
“Tell her I'm about to go to a soccer game.” Father told her the lie and then turned back to Aiden after covering the bottom of the phone.
“She's asking if she can come.”
“Tell her visitors aren't allowed.”
“She said she's not a visitor she's your mother.” father told him.
“JUST TELL HER I DON'T WANT TO SEE HER!” Aiden said raising his voice. Father sighed then repeated what Aiden had said to the phone.
“She said she would hang up, but first she wants me to tell you that you can't make excuses forever. Sooner or later you're going to have to meet her.”
“But I DONT WANT TO!”
“I know buddy, her words not mine.” Aiden sadly nodded.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. He then turned and started to head up to his room.
Later that day during dinner there was a knock on the door. Father got up to look out the window. He groaned making is quite obvious who it was.
“Aiden…” Aiden sighed.
“Just let her in so we can get this over with.” he said. Father nodded then opened the door. In walked Aiden's mother. The only ones in the house who had seen her before were father and grandmother. She was a very beautiful women and she was clearly taller than their father. She walked through the door way ducking her head a little bit.
“I didn't know you lived so… luxurious,” she said. Father gritted his teeth. If you've just come in here to pester us then you can leave.“
”I'd like to gain custody over Aiden."

MC DAILIES

29.3.22
433 Words

All of us have some time free to ourselves in which others don’t know what we are doing, just like my characters who enjoy themselves resting and relaxing when not a part of the story, in a heavenly land, a place where there’s a waterfall and small huts. The entire area is surrounded by dense bushes, only letting the waterfall’s area receiving any sunlight. But don’t be tricked by the appearance the huts have many rooms inside them with high technology which is not known to the common world. Each of these huts have two or three floors within them with three rooms including a balcony on the left or right side of the hut, designed in a way so that they don’t have contact with each other if not wished to. There are kitchens on each floor always stocked with food from different countries even the imaginary foods the author (me) made them eat.

Some of them like meditating under the waterfall, as it’s water gushes out helping them concentrate and increase their power. They also have the availability to learn different martial arts from the equipment present near the waterfall. There’s also the option of using a machine to help them experience situations or places they have never been in a setting.

Beside the huts there’s a small mansion in the center where there’s an art gallery, an art studio, a cooking studio, a singing room, dancing hall, arcade, cinema and a field big enough for them to play several different sports at once. There’s also a telescope on top of the mansion in a hidden room to look at the stars, and believe me the weather is so clear there that the stars can simply be seen without it. And I absolutely didn’t forget about their clothing, there’s a supermarket right next to the mansion, which has twenty-billion floors. Each floor having two compartments one for outfits and the others for raw food materials when they might want to cook their own outrageous out of the world dish.

There’s also a library near the waterfall, now don’t ask me why it is there, well if you want to know its because the water falls so fast that they can’t hear anything else except for the words they are reading in their head. The library is filled with books from all over the world including the one’s writing by me and different beginner writer’s, which they provide critique to when they want to. In the end, their life outside of stories is very lavish with them having everything they might need.

447 words for daily 3/29

“You're scheduled in 30 seconds,” The generic clerk tells Alicia. The clerk is gender neutral and has an easily forgettable, neutral face.

Alicia closed her book with a SNAP and sighed. She tosses the book over her shoulder as she stands and it vanishes before it hits the white ground. “30 seconds? Seriously? Couldn't I have gotten more warning?”

“It's not like the Writer plans hours in advance when she'll open Scratch and start writing,” The clerk shrugs, then vanishes.

Alicia sighes, then closes her eyes. Her body dissolves in a brilliant burst of golden light, then the ball of light rises from the Writer's brain, down her neck, splits between her hands, and down her fingertips. As the Writer types away her story, Alicia is transferred into the keyboard, the golden light dancing and sinking in. On the screen, Alicia's story blooms and blossoms with luminescence.

Finally, the Writer begins removing her hands from the keyboard. Alicia darts back from the hands, to the arms, then the head again. Opening her eyes, Alicia is at the white room again.

“Already?” Alicia complains, rolling her sea-blue eyes. “That was barely one hundred words!”

“Sea-blue eyes,” muses a voice.

Alicia turns to see a half-shadow, half-human moving towards her. Not walking, that uneven, up-down strange way of moving, but just effortlessly gliding over. “What story are you from?” she asks. Not carefully. Characters can't be hurt in the Writer's mind, where they rest. The mind is not a story, it's a bed. A relaxation.

“None,” says the shadow, its eyes glinting in the light with a color Alicia couldn't explain or comprehend, yet a normal, ordinary color. “I'm just an idea.”

“An..idea?” Alicia frowns.

“Yeah, I'm kind of planned for a story, but the Writer isn't really sure of my statistics, so I'm not fully formed yet…” The shadow admits.

She'll be female. She/her.

The Writer's thought echoes through the mind. The shadow looks up, as does Alicia. “Yes!” The shadow says, in its- her tone. It's still not high or low, raspy or clear, but it's unmistakable female.

Exotic, maybe purple hair. Like in a straight style.
And she can be African American.

The shadow forms into a dark-skinned girl with beautiful purple hair. She only wears a generic white shirt and pants. “Yes!” she exclaims. “I need a name, a voice, a cause to believe in-”

Her voice is normal, i guess? 

The girl's voice doesn't really change, though it becomes a touch less generic, more unique. “I'm not an idea anymore. I'm becoming a person.”

Viktoriya.

“Viktoriya!” says the girl. “My name is Viktoriya.”

“Is this how I was created?” Alicia wonders to herself.

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Daily

WC 422

We’re going to go with Rosemir, a hobbit child whom I have who doesn’t necessarily have a storyline or last name because she’s just a roleplay child, but I never really made her a hobbit-hole! So here we go.

Rosemir is a short, spunky and all-around-ridiculous kind of gal. She’s been adopted (later in her life, not as a baby) by a chaotic goblin named Boblin and together they are very bad at conning people out of their money. Okay, enough about her- HANGOUT TIME!

Rosemir probably has a very big hobbit-hole that she inherited from some great aunt or something. It’s likely filled with useless treasure, stuff like the breastplate of vulnerability (always makes sure you get hit. Rosemir’s reaction to getting it from her adoptive dad? “TOTALLY USELESS. I LOVE IT!”), or the sword of sadness (whoever holds it is always sad), and I’m dead certain she has a ball pit, six donkeys, a room full of clothes she doesn’t wear, lots and lots of dishes, most of which are chipped, scratched or otherwise totally shattered into pieces. She probably has a room totally empty that she just slides across and pretends to be Beyonce in. Yes, this hobbit is weird and I love her.

I feel like she has a really long table but all her friends end up gathering at one side. She only has the table because it was there in the first place. Her friends are all arsonists, which is fine with her as long as they don’t commit arson on her house. It’s not like she’s an arsonist herself, haha. Totally not.

Rosemir likely also has a room next to the ball pit room stuffed chock full of stuffed teddies that she swims in daily just because. Rosemir isn’t actually that good a swimmer, but she has a gigantic pool, too. I guess she just sticks to the shallow side, huh?

She also has a room full of water slides, a room where it’s a walk-in fridge, a room full of gold she definitely didn’t steal and a room full of creepy mannequins she will never enter. Rosemir has a big library but technically she’s never actually spent more than a second in it because she inherited it and isn’t big on books. She likes chaos more than anything, honestly.

She likely has a big art room that’s just full of dumb things like empty easels that she likes to bang together and scream and see who can hear her.

To sum it up, Rosemir.