Scratch Writing Camp Writing Sharing Thread (March 2022)

Isauree

Weekly #4
This was definitely my fav weekly

I got the parts mixed up, but you can kinda see what is what part

Part 1:

Character 1 (Maya): extrovert and between 10 and 20 years old
Character 2: omnivert and between 10 and 20 years old

Maya. 12 year old girl. Loves making new friends and socialising. I guess that classifies her as an extrovert. Loves reading, painting and hacking. I guess you can tell from that that she had a broad range of likes. Favourite sport is cricket and swimming. Swimming because she lives near the sea. Cricket because she often played cricket in primary school and now in secondary school, she gets to play it a lot more often and she is even in the cricket team! Now. That was a short 1 minute description about Maya. Now, lets delve deeper into her personality. Shes just your average 12 year old girl. Not the smartest child in the class, but pretty clever. She had chin length hair and hazel blue eyes. Her hair is often tied into a pony tail even though her parents want her to have it open. She often wears a pair of shorts, a short sleeved top and hiking sandals. She likes practical clothes and those are the only clothes she will wear. She is in year 6 now and about to go to secondary school. She made a lot of close friends in primary school, but none of them are going to secondary school as her, so they have already planned to meet up once a month. They live quite close together, so it's easy to meet up on short notice, about a 20 minutes walk away from each other. However, in secondary schools here, the students get quite a lot of tests and homework, so they've already braced themselves that they won't be able to meet up very often. Maya had a younger brother named Fin. He's 7 years old and as annoying as a 7 year old younger brother can get - which is quite annyoing. He goes to primary school, so Maya's a bit jealous of him that he doesn't get that much homework. However, she always tells herself, she has a lot ot of privaleges which he doesn't. For example, she gets to meet her friends on her own, but he's not allowed to. She also has a mother and a father. Nothing much to say about that. Now, onto her personality. She is very organised and a logical thinker. She loves riddles and is often quite good at them. She loves leading a group as when someone else leads it, she often sees all the things they miss out on or do wrong. This causes a lot of people to not really like working in a group with her. She is also often quite impatient when people in her class get asked a question which is easy in her opinion and they take ages to answer it. Her last main flaw is that when she asks people to send her something, they'll say ok and never send it to her or take ages. This is something which drives her mad, though to be honest, I think it would annoy most people. One of her strength however is that when people ask her for help and she sees that they really want her help, then she can take her time to work with them so they understand what they’re struggling with.

(415 words)
Rosalin. 14 years old. Omnivert. Extrovert around people her age or younger than her. Introvert around people older than her. Loves reading, art and drama. Amazing tennis player and has won some nationals. Often wears a skirt, white top and trainers or in her own words “I wear anything which I can play tennis in”. Slightly shy when you first meet her, but opens up very quickly, if you’re younger than her or the same age as her. She is very good at acting, art and english, but she isn’t that good at science and maths. However, she always tried to keep up as much as she can so she doesn’t fall behind completely. She has shoulder length black hair, and green eyes. In primary school when the teacher chose someone to help in the younger classes in the afternoon, they often chose her as she is very good with young children. What she is really good at is that she doesn’t baby them too much, but doesn’t treat them like they are a lot older than they actually are. This often made people hate her a lot because they thought she was the teachers pet because she always got chosen. However, they were quite wrong in that thought. The teacher didn’t really like her, because she was a science teacher and she always thought that Rosalin never paid attention in lessons because she wasn’t good at science. However, she was quite wrong in that thought. Rosalin paid a lot of attention in lessons, but she just wasn’t very good at it. However, the teacher was quite just, so she separated lesson time and fun things, meaning she would let Rosalin help out. Like previously said, Rosalin isn’t liked by many people because they always think she’s the teacher's pet. However,s he does have quite a few close friends who realise the truth and don’t care if Rosalin gets to help out or not. Her greatest flaw is probably that she isn’t very social around people older than her, so if a teacher talks to her, she freezes up and starts worrying a lot. This makes a lot of people think of her as a baby and some people in her class call her a baby. Her strength is probably being good at standing up to the bullies. Even though she gets nervous around older people, she is very passionate about people being treated well, so she will fight her worries to bring justice.

Setting: (194 words)
Colours: light blue & yellow and bright blue & bright pink
Seaside cove surrounded by tall cliffs. These cliffs are full of flowers. The cove is not very small, but not very large either. It is about 400 metres long and has a depth of 40 metres at low tide and 30 metres at high tide. Not many people come here because it isn’t the most tourist attractive place. It doesn’t have restaurants and doesn’t have shops. It’s just a cove as nature left it. The cove is surrounded by cliff walls on three sides. The walls were once white, but so many people have poured sand on them so they become brown. However, in other places, nature did her work and weathered the cliffs turning them grey. Inside the cliffs, people have hacked stone steps and fixed a railing so people can access the beach. On the cliff is a long sandy path leading towards the town. Surrounding the path and covering the whole top of the cliff are flowers mainly blue and pink but also other colours. And then are the brave plants which hang tight to the edge of the cliff holding on for dear life giving the cliff a nice colour.

Part 2:
Character meet: (466 words)
Maya was strolling along the path making her way to the stairs. She was really tired from school, something really surprising as she rarely got tired. She walked down the stairs, towel and bag in her hands. When she got to the bottom, she saw the beach was pretty empty. There was one family, two couples and a few people alone. Though this may sound like a lot, its actually not a lot at the beach, because normally there are a lot more people there. Maya walked over to her place on the sand where she always sits and got changed. She pulled out her flippers and snorkel from her bag, because she liked to start the swim off with a snorkel at the cliffs in the water. She walked over to the water - a refreshing feeling in today’s heat. She stepped in, refreshing herself, before fully submerging herself and swimming to the cliffs. She always saw amazing and fascinating creatures there. And if you wanted to have a break from swimming, there was part of a cliff under water where no animals were, so you could put your foot onto it and hoist yourself onto the cliff and sit there. And that’s exactly what she did. She looked around underwater for about ten minutes looking at all the animals down there. There were shoals of fish swimming past her at breakneck speed. There were plants which looked like a rainbow swaying forwards and backwards. As per her routine, after swimming a while, she j hoisted herself up onto the rock where she often sat. No one else ever sat there as it wasn’t accessible by any other way than the water.
She looked up while climbing up and was startled to find a girl about her age sitting there. She was shocked! Firstly, she didn’t think no one apart from her knew how to get up here. Secondly, she knew everyone in the town and no one from other towns came here. This girl must be news, she thought to herself. But how did I not know that she moved in. I know everything about this town, and if anyone new moves it, it’s a big event. She sat herself onto the rock and started speaking to the new girl. She had green eyes and hair which sat on her shoulders. She was wearing a blue swimsuit and had a pair of diving goggles next to her. Maya liked the look of this new girl. “Hi!”, she said happily, for she was always happy to meet new people. “I’m Maya and I’m twelve years old. What’s your name and how old are you?” The girl looked taken aback. However, realising Maya was younger than her, she was at her ease quicker.

Part 3

your character does something that is against what they would usually do / your character falls unconcious. what happens when they wake up? / a character has an uncontrollable urge to do something before it's too late / include a scene where a character starts talking to themselves / a frenemy disguises themself as a friend of your protagonist / the weather changes suddenly to darkness /
(2094 words. I may or may not have gone 994 words over…)
“Hi Maya. I'm Rosalin and I'm 14 years old.” Maya took a fancy to this girl at once. “Do you live here? Do you snorkel and dive?”, she asked like a police officer interrogating someone. “I just moved in this morning. I want to learn to snorkel, but I can't seem to get the hang of it. You’re good. Where did you learn to swim like that?”Rosalin asked. “Thanks!”Maya replied. “I’ve lived here since I was a child, so I’ve had a lot of experience. My parents taught me”. And to her utter surprise, she heard herself say “I can teach you if you want.” She was shocked at what she said. Normally she’d only offer to teach someone if they earnestly asked. But Rosalin hadn’t even asked her. Rosalin has just said that she was good and hinted a bit that she wanted to be taught, but she didn't actually earnestly say it. Well, Maya could hardly take back the offer now. She could hardly say ”Oh. I don't want to teach you anymore. Sorry“. That would put her on Rosalin's bad side and that was the last she wanted. ”Seriously!“, Rosalin exclaimed in delight. ”No not seriously“, Maya thought in her head, but she didn't say that outloud. ”Thank you so much!“, Rosalin squealed. ”Alright. Let's get started. Hop into the water and show me what you already know“, Maya instructed Rosalin. She assumed the girl already knew some stuff since she had managed to get here. ”Ok“, Rosalin replied and carefully climbed into the water. Maya followed her, putting her snorkel on as she went down. She wanted to see what Rosalin knew, so she wasn't planning on telling Rosalin when to put her snorkel on. She wanted to see how Rosalin would think it worked. Once they were both in the water, Rosalin tries putting her snorkel on. ”Ugh. Aaah. Water just came into my eye. Ouch!“ was all that came from her. Maya couldn't help but smile though she tried to hide it. In the sincerest tone that she could muster, she said ”Rosalin. I think you should put your snorkel on before entering the water like I did“, and then quickly turned away so she didn't burst out laughing Infront of Rosalin. ”Wow.“, she though to herself. ”If this girl didn't know when to put her snorkel on, I doubt she'll know how to swim with one.“ Meanwhile, Rosalin had managed to climb back up onto the cliff and was attempting to get her mask on. ”Hurry up“, Maya said impatiently. ”Come. Let me help you, so we can get somewhere today“, she called up to Rosalin, putting extra emphasis on the last word. She was starting to get very few up with Rosalin. Maya agilely climbed up and met Rosalin at the top. ”Give me your snorkel“, she said ”And I'll fix it.“ Rosalin handed over her snorkel and within a few seconds it was fixed. ”Here. I'll put it on and then we can start swimming“, Maya said. Rosalin nodded in agreement and Maya started putting Rosalin's snorkel on her head. ”Done! Let's climb down again“, Maya informed Rosalin. Rosalin seemed very excitedto swim, so she hastily climbed down the rocks. But maybe a bit too hastile, because a few seconds later, she was falling.
Falling.
Falling.
”ROSALINNNN“, Maya screamed and carefully ran down to check on her. She was either dead or unconscious and close to drowning. It seemd she had hit her head on a rock and then either died or fell unconscious. But what Maya had to focus on right now was making sure that Rosalin wasn't going to drown, for her body was sinking. Thank goodness for all that lifeguard training, she thought as she dived down to grab Rosalin. She heaved and heaved Rosalin up, nearly drowning herself in the process.
After a long and tedious swim, she made it to te water surface, carefully dragging Rosalin behind her. Her parents had always told her that when someone falls unconscious, get them into a stable surface first and then always stay by them. If you can feel their pulse, monitor it so you can tell the emergency services about it when they come. She very carefully tried to hoist Rosalin up onto the ledge where they were sitting about 10 minutes ago. It felt like so much time had passed, even if it had barely been any time. Treading water, she carefully placed Rosalin onto the lowest rock. It wasn't easy carrying around a dead body. And it was harder to resist the temptatin not to throw it up because it doesn't seem alive. She then sat herself onto the lowest rock and carried Rosalin up onto the next highest rock. She then sta herself onto that rock and continued the very slow and tedious process of getting to the top. How she was going to get them both down again, she had no idea, but she thought it would be better to put Rosalin up here, rather than pull her across the ocean. After a very tedious 10 minutes, Rosalin was up. Maya wishes she could sit and have a rest, but she had to attract attention, so the people who see can call the ambulance. She stood up on her aching legs and started waving her arms around wildly trying to get attention from the people lying on the beach. She did this for about 5 minutes, but it felt longer. She was about to give up hope, when a kid started slapping his mother and pointing at her. To Maya's utter relief, the mother walked over to the edge of the water and called out. ”Everything ok up there?“, she asked. ”Um… I have a friend who's been knocked unconscious, so if you could call the ambulance, it would be great.” “Oh No!”, the woman replied. “I’ll call an ambulance now!” Maya was relieved that help was on its way, so she sat down and kept watch over Rosalin. After a few minutes, Rosalin started twitching. It seemed like she was waking up! It was another few minutes, until Rosalin had a faint idea of her surroundings and ten more minutes until Maya decided to allow herself to take her gaze off her. She looked over the sea and saw a purple thing stuck on a rock looking like it was stuck. She really wanted to get it and for some reason, an urge overcame her. She tried to fight it, but it was too strong. She checked over the bay - no ambulance in sight. She looked over at Rosalin who seemed to have started to wake up. She found she couldn’t fight the urge anymore and dived down into the water. She focused on the purple thing and when she was close enough she realised it was Rosalin’s snorkel. She swam down and took it and hastily retreated upwards to check on Rosalin. Rosalin seemed to be able to mutter some words, but she still seemed to be half unconscious. She seemed to have fallen asleep again. Maya was starting to worry if the ambulance were ever going to arrive, until she saw people in blue suits running down to the edge of the sand and launching a boat. They seemed to be steering in her direction. Finally they had arrived! “Hello! It’s pretty rocky around here, but I can see the rocks from here, so I can guide you in if you like”, she called out to them. “Thanks kid. Just make sure you don’t fall in”, the man steering the boat replied. She directed the boat in and within seconds of it being tied tight, the whole crew were already racing up the cliff to Rosalin. While they were carrying Rosalin down, one man took her aside and asked her to tell him what had happened. She explained the story and answered his further question. It took a few minutes until they had dispatched Rosalin in the boat. “Hop into the bot kid”, the man previously talking to her instructed her. “We don’t want another accident.” Maya gathered up all her stuff and within a few minutes, she was being propelled to the beach. She was quiet the whole journey thinking about what had happened. She had just returned from school and wanted to relax, but the day ended up with her meeting someone and being there when they fell unconscious. She really didn't expect… “We're here. Hop off the boat. We're bringing her to the hospital, by you don't need to come as you've already told us all you can. Could you just tell us her address so we can pick up her parents on the way?”, The man's voice ripped her out of her thoughts. “Oh uhh. Sure”, she replied trying to remember what he had asked her but failing to. He seemed to realise that too, so he prompted her. “Her address please.” Oh yes. Now she remembered. She told him Rosalin's address and then bade them goodbye. She wandered over to her bag which she had left on the beach and sat down. So mich had happened today that she needed to talk about it. Talk about it to someone. But she wanted to stay here and didn't want to get her parents involved. “Maya. What's wrong?”, She asked herself. “It's just so weirs, stressful what happened today. I came here to have a break from my day and instantly got involved in another drama.”, She replied to herself. “Hmmm. Was it your fault that Rosalin slipped?” “No, but she might have been under stress from me”. “Did you see if she was under stress?” “No.” “Did she seem stressed?” “No” “Well, then it isn't your…” “MAYAAA!! Fancy seeing you here!” A girl wearing knee length blue shorts, a white t-shirt and purple sandals ran up to her. “IRENEE! I've missed you so much.” Irene - her primary school friend was running up to her. Breathless, she sat down next to Maya on the sand. “Maya. Do you know why the ambulance is there?”, Irene cautiously asked. This wasn't like Irene. She'd instantly demand answers so she wouldn't cautiously asked. However, she decided to blame it on her stress. “Oh yeah. I can tell you. Basically, I met this girl and we were both sitting on the rock up there. Then as she was going down, she slipped and got knocked unconscious.” “Oh no!!”, Irene dramatically responded. This wasn't sounding like Irene at all, but she decided to ignore it. It felt good talking to someone. “And, if you're comfortable with telling me, did you like the girl you met?”, Irene politely asked. “She seems nice at first but Oh My Gosh was she terrible at snorkeling. She thought you out your snorkel on in the water. Like seriously. No one does that. She was nice but brainless at awimming.” “Oh”, Irene replied with a slight smile on her face. “Everything alright?”, Maya asked. “Yep. I gotta go now. See you soon!”, Irene said taking her hair out of her polytail. Instantly, Maya realised who it was. “Tas!”, She screamed in shock. She had just told her frenemy all her feelings about someone and now her she was eith her private opinions being shared. She knew it hadn't been Irene all along. She didn't fell like she normally felt when talking to Irene. “Yup. It's me Maya. And I don't think Rosalin will be your friend much longer. I have it all on audio.”, Tas said with a smirk and walked off. “YOU WHAT-”, Maya yelled. For a moment, Maya considered running after her, but she realised it wasn't worth it. “What will I get out of it anyway? Rosalin isn't really my friend either,” she told herself. She threw herself back down onto the sand. The day had gone from bad to worse. Surely it couldn't get worse? Could it. She lay down to rest on the sand. What more could she do. Just then, a rumble started in the background and the sky turned dark. She cursed. This day could get worse. She quickly packed up her stuff and ran from the beach. It wasn't safe to be near the beach in a thunderstorm or with one approaching. She sprinted across the sand and ran up the stairs. She raced across the path and and along the road for five minutes until she saw her home. She ran and just as she opened the door, the storm broke.

booklover883322

~March 29th~
Main Cabin Daily
Word count: 403
Main Post: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6081187/

Rose set down her bag and looked around the gigantic hotel. Walking towards the front desk, she said to the woman at the front, “Rosalind Topaz Devi, age 18, universe is canon.”
The woman grinned. “Glad to have you back, Rose. Your room generation tablet is in room 75.”
“Thanks.” Rose said, smiling. She turned to look around the hotel. She spotted her friend, Layla and went to sit down next to her. “Hey.” Rose said, plopping herself next to her best friend.
Layla grinned. “Hi! Which universe are you again? Just want to make sure.”
Rose replied, “Canon.”
“Oh, cool. This version of me is, no, I am, a roleplay version, version 18.” Layla stuttered. “Man, Bookie sure does make life hard for her main ocs, don’t you think?”
Rose nodded. “Yeah. One of my variants, 67, she just had Lapis and Riley. Man, I kinda hope that I don’t have kids.” Rose reclined on the couch and sighed. “I’ve already got enough to deal with.”
“But wouldn’t kids be fun?” Layla asked.
“I guess.” Rose narrowed her eyes in contemplation. “Well, I’m going to go to my room. See you later?”
“Later!” Layla replied, waving.
Rose stood up, grabbed her bag and walked off to her room. As she strolled through the hotel, she saw the ornate carvings that depicted her life, among other ocs’ lives. She saw the amazing feats of Jabari and Fayola, the sleazy lies of a psycho winged princess, the love story between Aisha and Spark, the swashbuckling adventures of Shamshera the Scavenger (girl was AWESOME), among others’ lives. She had a lot of her life depicted on the walls, due to the fact that she was one of Bookie’s main ocs, right alongside Shamshera, her protagonist for her first ever novel, and Layla, her first character ever.
Rose wasn’t sure if she felt special or overused.

It felt more like overused.

However, whenever Bookie visited the hotel, which was quite often, she made sure to take into account the opinions of the characters when they’re not in the heat of the moment. She really was thoughtful, just very zealous when it came to her writing.

Rose arrived at her room and set down her bag. The room looked just like the room she had in the canon universe. She smiled and jumped onto the bed, kicking off her shoes in a flourish.
This place was awesome.

coolgirl100-

Daily 29:519 words

When My characters are not going on the little adventures that seem to happen one after one, They just hang out in their house!
It's like any normal house on the road they live on. It is made lout of old brick and stone that had gone mossy and old over time. The roof is a rusty blue from oxidizing. Ivy curls and wraps itself around the house. Hedges lay almost overgrown and roses were in the form of wild bushes. The plants were like a wilderness, but they don't mind. The Earth's life was never originally tamed, and if it was, it wouldn't be happy. And anyways, it's not like it's all to be destroyed, I mean, the thorns hide in the trees and the ivies are quite nice, lots of the time.
It's really not all that overgrown, and that's because even though plants deserve freedom, they also need some discipline.
Anyways, enough about the plants.
When you go into the house, you see a huge hallway that twists in all direction but isn't really narrow. So then it branches off, like huge branches from the trunk of the tree. You go into the living room, with it's ornate furniture and other fancy antiques that seem all very grown-up-like. The there is the library, which is I think the biggest room there is. Which is good, because my characters do really love, love, love books! When they are not boring, long, dusty stuff. Those are just so olden-days and dry. Go back into the hallway and there is the huge dining table, which is actually old and dusty because no one really goes there. Then nearby there is the kitchens, where my characters actually eat at. It's like any normal kitchen, except it's old-fashioned with a huge old stove and things.
Moving up the big staircase you'd find yourself in a big square landing, where you'd find the bathroom, which is actually quite nice and normal-looking.
The there my characters my playroom and bedroom!
Which is just a playroom with a bed in it. It is bright and colourful, unlike all the other rooms in the house. It's got a cute wallpaper of a little forest with tigers in it, and it has all the things I like in it. Books (not a lot because my characters are mostly in the library) art things, a computer, Minecraft merchandise, you name it! And some toys of course, because you are never too young to have toys.
So that's my characters house, where they hang out and do things when They’re not on little adventures. Maybe you'll like to visit one day?

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coolgirl100-

Word War 5:101 words

“Hello there, do you know where I can find this thing?”
“No.”
“Oh, okay.” I turned around to go.
“Wait!”
I turn around to face that person. “Yes?”
“That thing you are looking for does not exist.”

This artefact I had heard of last week was sure to get me to top archeologist. No more being the worst one, huh? I was sure I would prove to them that I can be good at what I do as well. It was an old vase that was found at the top of Mount Olympus, and legend has it that is was once

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kittengirlliza

29 daily
The place where my characters live when I'm not using them is a beach. Exactly, a house on the beach. I didn't choose it for a long time. That's because I like beach and sea and also all characters would be comfortable there. For example one character, Sque, doesn't like the other one, Katty, and she can go and wander around the beach alone. I also have warrior cat characters who lived in Beachclan. The sea is always very calm and Katty and Caleb often swim.
Inside the house, there are four rooms for all of my characters. What about cat ones? They just sleep on a small piece of forest near the beach.
One of my characters, Lyn, also likes writing, so there are tons of papers in her room. Her bed is very messy, there are clothes all over it. Lyn's room is quite small and dark because of the curtains. Katty often comes to Lyn's room and they sit together and chat.
Sque likes modern rooms, so there's a laptop in hers. Also there's a modern bright lamp and a bed with yellow cover. A shelf is in the corner of the room with Sque's headphones and phone. There is also a lighting for the laptop, selfie stick and many other electronic stuff. She often annoys Lyn by playing too loud music.
Katty's room is really original. There is a pink table with a car-shaped pencil case on it. There is also a small cupboard and a sketchbook on top of it. Katty like drawing and watching anime, so that big poster on the wall is the one she drew herself. It's about her favourite anime. Even the walls are yellow. But Katty likes sitting outside while drawing more.
Only Caleb's room's window looks at the sea. He has a ball in his room and sometimes plays football with Lyn. In Caleb's room there are also clothes messy lying on the bed and floor. His room is the only one that doesn't have a table. Caleb just sits on the floor and plays video games.
Sometimes in the morning the sea reaches the edge of the house. Sque makes selfies when the sea is beautiful and sends them to social networks. Cat characters hate water, so they just enjoy sun and warm sand. It's quiet, noone can see any other buildings near the beach.
Life in the house on the beach is peaceful and happy, unlike in the city where my characters live.

Rey_venclaw

Daily for the 29th that's chaotic and nonsensical and kind of synesthesia but I like it. 459 words

When my characters aren't at work living out the stories I've cruelly placed them in, they live in a bright and futuristic Sci-Fi city that I suppose is in my mind. It reminds me of coruscant, except it's a lot more colourful. Bright purples and reds, blues and oranges, every colour you can imagine and even more that you can't. There's a lot of different buildings, tall, ethereal buildings that seem to stretch up to infinity. If you listen closely, past the sounds of urban life mixed with the sounds of storytelling, soft music is always playing in the background, and it's never the same music twice. As the music changes the environment and its colours flow. Many of the buildings each house a story. Each character in the story, no matter how minor, has their own place in the building. And not only characters, other elements of the stories as well. In this world they somehow become tangible. The rest of the buildings are places where the characters of various different stories can congregate, get to know each other, and interact in interesting ways, building off of each other and the tangible versions of usually abstract story concepts. And as the characters and story elements interact, things in their individual storylines, the ones I employ them to play out, begin to change and reflect each other. All the while the background song and the colours moving in waves across the world's sky flow and change reflecting what's going on around and beneath them. No one who lives in this world quite truly understands how it works. Even though this is their home and they've always lived here, a sense of strangeness abounds. By no stretch of the imagination can it be possible or normal for clouds to be colourful and flowing like water, for buildings to bend and reach to infinity, for new people to pop into existence unexpectedly or for someone to suddenly become a different person entirely. In no place does it make sense for there to be constant music, coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, constantly changing and never repeating but somehow flowing together seamlessly. The chaos of this world is unexplainable but somehow it just… works. There are days where sentences fly through the streets, weaving between buildings and lamp posts, changing colour as they collide and join together or rip apart. It isn't normal and everyone knows that, but no one questions it. There are nights when the skies clear and something like fireworks explode through the darkness. These fireworks are made of ideas, and they shoot down as well as up. Some of them fade into nothingness while others soar on forever. It really is very beautiful, this world.

Rainstorm-09

3/29 Daily, 402 words
The place my characters go when I'm not using them is the forest. Not just any forest, mind you. But a lovely, lush forest, with a clearing, and a stream leading into a small, cool, pond. Cothen, Tech, Ema, and Glint stay in a large tree house. It has four bedrooms, one for each of them. A bathroom, and a main room. Ema said once that it was much better then living near the smelly old mines of the Shadow Caves. For my Warrior cat's characters, the made dens around the stream. Five dens, one for each of them. During the days, Ema, Tech, Cothen, and Glint take hike through the forest, and splash around in the pond. And Mistfoot fishes in the stream. Rainstorm and Thunderclaw, race to the tops of trees, and Clayfoot and Winterspirt get along for once. As soon as night falls, they all gather around a campfire, eat smore's (well, the warrior cats don't eat smore's) and look up at the stars. All my charcters are sad when they have to leave. Rainstorm will go back to ThunderClan, Winterspirt will go back to ShadowClan, Thunderclaw will go back to SkyClan, Clayfoot with go back to WindClan, and Mistfoot will go back the RiverClan all mostly without grumbling. Then there's the others.
One time Ema turned invisible so that she didn't have to go back to the Shadow Caves. Tech is always says she wants to stay because the forest is more peaceful than the Neon City. Glint say that as soon as he goes back the Island of Light, his ten sisters will start yelling at him to stop, even though he didn't do anything. And Cothen say that this forest is much lusher than Bloodwood Forest. In the end, I'll let them stay a little longer. So they stay for another week. In the winter, the forest is covered in snow. In the summer, the stream and pond are nice and cool, perfect for swimming. And in the fall, there are so many leaves, no one knows what to do with them, so they rake them up and jump in the leaf piles. Which never ends well. Yes, the forest is the perfect place for my characters to get away from there hectic lives. And as long as they live, they will always go back to the forest that they love. No matter what. The End.

mayhem-olympia

Daily - March 29

“Somewhere, in a place not marked on any maps, there is a building. Once it was a university - now it is a refuge for temporarily displaced fictional characters. Each corridor is marked with the name - real name or pseudonym - of a particular author, and in that corridor resides every single one of that author’s characters.
“Anyway, that sounded really cool, but hi, my name is Áine, I’ll be your tour guide as we go around the university. I can’t actually go into any of the other corridors unless another author decides to write about me, but I can show you round most of the building and my corridor.
“So here’s the cafeteria… this is the table I sit at with my friends. Look, we all wrote our names on the table! You’ve got the library… I love the library, it’s awesome. We can read our own stories and each others’, and literally any other book you can imagine. It’s one of those magic libraries.
“This is my room! I’ve got some stuff here that I might need when I get called away, like my throwing knives and things like that. Mostly I just have real-world stuff here though, like books and clothes and everything.
“And here’s my corridor! We have a common room where we can sit and hang out and chat, and we each have our separate rooms!
“Usually at this time of day most people are hanging out in the common room, so how about we go visit?”

You walk into the common room and are greeted by about forty people - a wildly eclectic group. Áine introduces you to everybody, and you meet several pairs of teenage girls, (Sapphire and Helena, Lili and Ruby, Dakota and Jackie) three women in their mid-thirties who break off a heated argument to introduce themselves to you (their names are Alicianna, Tsrif, and Robiline), and a teenager (Ashley) sitting with a… being, who introduces themself as Zyx, pronounced Zicks, and whose appearance seems to be constantly shifting. You’re also introduced to two different Marilyns, two different Lilis, and two different Indigos, which is quite funny considering that all of these characters were named by the same person.

Once you’ve met everybody, Áine takes you back to her room and starts telling you about her author.

“Her name is Mayhem, and she’s okay as authors go. She’s pretty good with picking up long-running stories and keeping going with them, but she does write single-chapter things and then the characters have to stay here basically forever, although that’s not actually too bad.”

--galaxi--

March 29, 2022 - Daily

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“And… cut! Great job today, Ash,” Creator Galaxi flashed a thumbs-up at the breathless character. “That fight scene? Total success!”

“Thanks,” Ashtoreth smiled, ruffling Galaxi’s hair. “I’ll see you later?”

Galaxi pouted, fixing her hair instantly and crossing her arms over her chest. “How many times have I told you to stop? Just because you’re older than me doesn’t mean-”

“Lol bye! See you later~” Ashtoreth grinned cheekily and stepped out of the recording room before the Creator could yell at him.

(Though he knew she loved him, just as she loved all her characters.)

Walking down the hallway, Ashtoreth ran his fingers over the tiled walls adorned with frames. Paintings, photos, various flowers that had caught the Creator’s interest and sparked new ideas, and if he was looking closely, a scene of one of her favorite moments in her stories.

He considered himself lucky that he was in quite a few of them.

Arriving at the character dorms, he took a deep breath and placed a hand on the door.

Creator Galaxi’s characters were notoriously… wild.

Pushing on the cold handle, Ashtoreth was met with a screech and a pie splattering on the wall just next to his face.

“Hey!” Ashtoreth glared at his younger sister, Petal, and another character named Kichona. “You two have to stop. Seriously, every time I walk in!”

“Sorry, Ash,” Kichona giggled. “Can’t help it if you just happen to walk in, now can we?”

Ashtoreth sighed and turned to the kitchen, where he knew Akash would be leaning against the wall. “Bro, tell your co-star to knock it off.”

“Udon,” Akash grinned, “hit him this time.”

Kichona nodded, passing the pie in her hands to Petal (who sported a wide grin on her face and a glint in her eye that Ashtoreth did not particularly enjoy seeing) and rolling up her sleeves. “You have three-”

Eyes widening, Ashtoreth dropped all pretenses of coolness and dashed past them before Kichona could even continue - making the two girls yelp in surprise and Akash burst into laughter. Feet pounding on the carpeted stairs, Ashtoreth was on the bedroom floor in no time.

“Keep it down, Ash, will you?”

Naomi peeped out from her room, glaring at the boy. And with one eye covered from her role in her story, Ashtoreth was not keen on messing with someone who looked like a nightmare’s nightmare.

Which was probably because she was more nocturnal than human, but anyway.

Ashtoreth nodded and ducked into his own room, sighing in relief when the door clicked shut.

He loved life in the dorms, but perhaps it was a life chaotic enough for its own story.

-WritingIsCool-

Daily for the 29th:
The place my protagonists go is a space between worlds, a place of ideals in a knot of the world tree. It adjusts to its visitors and gives them things that calm or help them. For example, my three protagonists who reside there are usually there at the same time, and they've been enough times that any time they go alone, they still have the ideals that would have come from the others, because they've come to associate that with safety. It's not very well known, and they discovered it together when traveling Yggdrasil. This place can look like anything, depending on the people in it, but for them it's a big open space, a meadow in summer. It resembles the one that Ethnia grew up in, with a small rock close to the middle. There's a stable in the corner for Tyler's horse, which is what they take to get there, since its got magical properties and is the safest way to get to the Knot, as they call it. Growing by itself is an exact replica of the tree that grows the apples of immortality. At the edge of the meadow is a stream and an old water mill that looks like the one Sage and Tyler live in, only without the secret library below it, basically the home part without what caused them harm. The sun rises and falls, and temperatures change, but no significant time passes outside of the Knot. Here's a quick rundown of why it is like it is (basically what parts were influenced by who and why):
Open space - all three of them are used to the outdoors, and having an open area feels more familiar.
Summertime - Tyler and Sage associate winter with an accident that happened a while back, and Ethnia lives in a much warmer climate.
Meadow - it's like the one Ethnia would always run off to as a kid, and it feels like home, it's also good for Tyler's horse.
Rock - there's one in the original meadow.
Stable - for the horse, but it's also a reminder of the farm two of them grew up in.
Apple tree - Sage is very close with Idun, the goddess who grows the apples of immortality, so she associates the tree with comfort.
Stream - not only is it like the one in S + T's home, but small water sources comfort Ethnia too.
Mill - when they came to it, S + T saw it as shelter, and it has been since. It's also the reason the three met, and is sentimental that way.

UTYUUHIKOUSHI

はいどうも@UTYUUHIKOUSHIです！

Blizzard_Wolf7

MC Daily - 03/29/22

She ran as fast as she could. She was blinded by tears, but her legs were on a path that she had taken so many times, it didn’t matter. Behind her, she heard laughs and jeers which made her knees shake, but she kept running. She kept going. Until finally, she reached her destination.
The library. Many regarded it as an odd place to constantly be in. After all, who in their right mind would want to read for comfort? But they simply did not understand.
The door creaked, announcing the girl’s arrival. She stood in the entry, all miserable and disheveled. A woman at the desk looked up, and suddenly smiled softly.
“Back so soon?” she asked gently.
The girl hesitated, then shrugged.
The librarian gestured for the girl to come. The girl obeyed, and the woman took the latter’s hand and squeezed it tightly. “Don’t be afraid.”
They walked through the long, dusty aisles, the librarian scanning the shelves. They were filled with an assortment of colors and symbols, a spectacular rainbow of words. They were highlighted further with the rays of the setting sun, which cast brilliant light on particular books, if only to suggest that those were the books that should be read today.
Finally, the two stopped at a particularly thick book with a shiny azure color. The librarian picked it off the shelves and handed it to the girl, who looked at it, a beam starting to spread across her face.
“That should keep you busy for a while,” the librarian said, her eyes twinkling.
The girl nodded her thanks, and took the book to a quieter section of the library, where there were hardly any people. The once-brilliant sun’s rays had now dimmed, so she turned on a reading light and began to read.
Whether she admitted it to herself or not, books were the one things that she could immerse herself in. They were the one thing that could make her forget all worries, let all her problems wash away into oblivion; all the while being replaced with a mystery, an adventure, a romance, anything. And the library was full of books. Neverending bliss. All the struggles she faced in real-life, those were fantasy now.

Suddenly the girl was transported onto a sheer, windy cliff, watching below a large ship with a crew having some sort of celebration on deck. It included fireworks, and a life-sized statue of one man who seemed to be the center of attention. He had black hair and blue eyes, with a plain white shirt and an easygoing nature. He was laughing and talking jovially, oblivious to the growing threat behind him.
For soon the girl was facing the oncoming wrath of a thunderous storm, lightning showing itself in the form of bolts out of the blue suddenly striking the ship. It soon began to catch on fire. The crew was now panicking, and the man seemed to be doing everything he could to sway the ship back on course. With little avail. A monstrous wave roared towards them, everything being caught up in its path. The girl would have yelled out a warning, but she knew it was impossible. It seemingly came out of the blue for the man and his crew, and without further notice it swallowed the entire ship.
All of a sudden, the girl spotted a glimpse of another figure. Not part of the men’s crew, but a young female swimming. She had striking red hair and a green tail — a mermaid. She dived into the water, and surfaced with the black-haired man in her arms. She carried him through the waves, until they reached the shore where she laid him to rest on the sand. The mermaid looked with longing at the man, but eventually returned to the sea.
Well, the girl reflected, at least he was saved.

“The library is now closed. Please return all books, unless you have checked them out. Thank you, have a pleasant evening.”
The girl was so startled at first she forgot where she was. It was disorienting to be in the middle of a captivating story only to be whisked away so suddenly.
The Sun’s rays had completely gone, to be replaced with only the light of the moon and stars. The library now seemed a lot more eerie, but at the same time it still had a quality of magical knowledge that could not be found elsewhere.
The girl returned the book, and stepped outside. She looked back at the building which was her sanctuary, her one escape from what she went through outside of it. Moss was starting to creep up on the walls, giving it an ancient, mystical feel. Fireflies danced, basking in the moonlight, showering the sky with their iridescent glows. This was home. A different, new place with every book. And she would be back, day after day after day. Until the end of time.

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Note: To clarify, the girl's “second home” may be interpreted as the library, or perhaps every place she goes with every new book. Every story, another comfort location (for her, anything is better than real-life).

Last edited by Blizzard_Wolf7 (March 29, 2022 22:24:40)

Wishingdeer

Fourth Weekly
Word Count: 2,563

Charter One
For this character, I got 40-60 and introverted. I’ve gotta admit, writing these bios was the part I struggled most with-
Word Count: 307
Zira is a 55 year old who has made a quiet life for herself as a bookstore owner. After years of having to interact with society despite her wishes, she is glad for a chance to have some time to herself. Though, and she does not even realize this herself, or if she does she won't admit it to herself, she sometimes misses the company of people and friends. Her husband used to talk her into going to parties and clubs and she often had fun even though she went reluctantly. Since his untimely passing however, she hasn't really gone to many social gatherings. Originally it was grief that caused her to pull away, but nowadays it’s just because she is not a fan of people. She can be reserved, even when she knows someone well. She is a big believer that there is a pleasant secret in everything, and because of this she is very observant, often noticing and remembering things no one thought she would have. She always seems to know everyone's likes, dislikes and what makes them tick. But she is more comfortable with her books than real people, so despite knowing everyone she does not actually /know/ many people.
Zira has long, thick brown hair that’s losing its color with age. She has grey and white streaking through her hair, mainly stemming from her temples. Her eyes are the kind of blue that you can just get lost in, it’s like there’s an entire sapphire ocean there. They crinkle up when she smiles and she has laugh lines on her face, mostly from the days when her husband was still around. Her eyebrows are thin, practically nonexistent.
As far as height goes, Zira is on the shorter side. Because of this, she always makes sure to scatter step-stools around her book shop.

Character Two
For this character, I got 1-10 and introverted.
Word Count: 304
Kit is a 10 year old who has recently discovered a love for reading and all things book related. Anymore she has almost always got a book in hand, easily reading one, two, or even three or more books a day. Once she gets lost in a good book, it is almost impossible to drag her out.
Despite being very talkative with those she knows well and trusts, Kit often comes across as shy to people that she does not know well, especially if they are adults. Sometimes, though, she will find someone she just takes to and it will not matter, it is like they have known each other forever.
She can be slightly clingy and when she finds someone she likes tends to try a little too hard, making a large number of jokes that completely fall flat. She does not mean to, it is just so rare that she actually clicks with anyone, that when she does, she can not stand the thought of losing them. She has not had a lot of friends; other kids are too loud and rambunctious, and adults just see her as a child, even though she’s usually pretty mature.This is okay though, because Kit has a huge imagination and has always had many imaginary friends that, while they only exist in her mind, are real enough to her. Because of this, she does not realize how much she actually longs for the company of a human who actually gets her.
Kit has bouncy, naturally wavy blonde hair that is going brown and cut just under her chin. Her eyes are large and such a dark brown that you almost can not see her pupils. She, too, is a little on the shorter end, though it will not be as noticeable until she is older.

Setting
For the setting, I got black and green
Word Count: 228
Zira’s House of Books and Reading is a quaint bookstore that’s much smaller than its name. It’s located in Greenwood, a town that is, wouldn’t you know it, surrounded by greenery and woods. In fact, there’s a large tree right outside the bookstore, providing shade over the bench near the door.
Vines climb up the black stones that the shop is made out of. In spring, they’re full of many vibrantly colored flowers that fill the air with a pleasantly sweet scent. In fall, the leaves glow in bright oranges and crimsons that are just as vibrant as the spring flowers.
Inside the store you can find shelves and shelves full of books of all kinds. Novels, encyclopedias, field guides, picture books. Books from this year, last year, the 90s, the 1800s. If it’s a book, Zira’s House of Books and Reading has it.
The light is dim, but reading lamps are scattered through the building, just in case you might want them. Also scattered about are wheeled step-stools, that way no matter how tall you are you’ll be able to reach even the highest books.
In the back of the room, there are plush chairs and wooden side tables. If anyone wishes to stay and read, they are welcome to.
They whole place smells of books and coffee, and has a cozy, safe feel to it.

Free Writing and Completed Story
I can’t copy the final save code right now, but I can try to do it on a different device if it’s required. The activities I got were as follows
1. Make an important object disappear
2. Include a spoiled pet
3. Something completely expected happens, which surprises everyone
4. Include a dream sequence
5. Kill off a character
6. Include an unexplained weather phenomenon
This story is honestly a mess lol. But it is what it is.
Word Count: 1,724
Kit was taking a walk through the streets of Greenwood. She was slightly nervous, because she had never really been this far from home on her own before, and she was only ten. But the area was beautiful and all the people seemed friendly, so she felt like she was probably safe. She was honestly surprised she convinced her mom to let her come out here alone, normally she was borderline overprotective. Then again, she had been pretty busy lately and was probably glad for the peace and quiet.
Kit took a deep breath, her lunges filling with a sweet, flowery scent. She kept walking and soon saw that the smell was coming from flowering vines creeping up the walls of a building. The building in question was made out of black stones. This has the potential to look intimidating, but instead the place looked warm and inviting. A metal sign hung above the door, with hand painted letters declaring the place to be Zira’s House of Books and Reading.
Kit’s eyes immediately lit up when she saw the sign. A bookstore! These had recently become some of her favorite places, and she didn’t even know this one was here. Of course, she decided, she was going to have to check it out.
She took in one last breath of the flowers’ sweet perfume before walking up to the door and pushing it open. Light chimes signaled her arrival, and they reminded her of what she imagined a fairy’s laugh would sound like.
As the door shut, Kit found the smell of flowers replaced by that of paper of varying ages and rich, black coffee. She looked around, blinking as she tried to adjust to the dim lighting. The building was small, but the shelves where closely packed, allowing many books to fit into the space. Kit smiled; already, she could tell that she was going to love this place. She longed to walk up in down every row, examining each of the precious books. Doing so would likely take ages, but she didn’t care. For this, she could make time.
“Hello there, child,” a soft voice said from behind a stack of books. Kit jumped; she hadn’t realized there was someone there. The books were pushed out of the way, revealing and older woman with kind, if anxious, eyes.
“I- Hello, ma’am,” Kit replied, her voice just as soft, if not softer. She couldn’t help it, she was shy. Plus, this seemed like the kind of place where whispering was appropriate.
“My name is Zira, and welcome to- oh my goodness-“ the woman’s voice raised on the last three words, going from a near whisper to slightly louder than a normal level.
“What’s wrong?” Kit asked, not understanding the reason for her outburst.
“My copy of Alicorns and Phoenixes, it’s gone!” There was a panic in her eyes now, and it didn’t seem fair that someone with eyes as kind looking as hers should be possessed by such fear.
“Oh. Well, I’m sure it’s around her somewhere. Might be kind of hard to find it…” Kit glanced around. “But I’m sure it’s probably here.”
The woman -Zira- shook her head. “No, it’s not. I just had it, I set it down right here when you came in. It vanished in to thin air.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Not for a magic book, it’s not.”
“…Magic book?”
Zira nodded. “That book holds a special power. I can’t say I understand it, but it’s very important.”
Kit didn’t respond. Was Zira messing with her? If so, she was kind of annoyed. She didn’t like when strangers played jokes on people. But what if it was true? This could be the start of an adventure, just like her books! Problem was, Kit had never seen herself as an adventurer…
Just then, a ferret came bounding out from the back of the room, climbing stacks of books to leap onto Zira’s shoulders. The woman’s eyes lit up a bit despite how panicked she still was.
“Oh, Mr. Scalywings, have you come to help? You’re such a good boy,” she cooed, pulling a treat out of her pocket, which he happily accepted.
“His name is Mr. Scalywings?” Kit’s eyebrows knit when Zira nodded. “But he doesn’t have wings. Or scales.”
“Things aren’t always as they seem.”
“Well I know, but- never mind. About that book, is it really magic?”
“Yes, and I have to get it back, or we’re going to have big problems.”
“We?”
“You. Me. Mr. Scalywings. That man outside walking the dog with the top hat.”
For clarification, yes, it was the dog and not the man with the top hat. How curious. But back to the point, Zira seemed to be implying that everyone was in danger if that book wasn’t found, and Kit didn’t know how she felt about this.
That’s when Mr. Scalywings jumped off of Zira’s shoulder and on to the table, knocking a book on to the floor. Curiously, Kit bent to pick it up.
“Alicorns and Phenixes,” she read out loud. “Isn’t this the book you were looking for?”
“Why, yes!” Zira exclaimed. “So it was here all along?”
“Seems so.”
The two of them stared at each other. Of course, they should have expected the book to be there, Kit had even said it probably was. But somehow after all that talk of magic, it seemed surprising somehow.
Kit yawned, suddenly feeling very tired. “I’m sorry, but if it’s alright with you I think I’m just going to-“ she collapsed to the floor before she could finish her train of thought.
At first, her subconscious drifted through the blank emptiness that comes between wakefulness and slumber. She wasn’t sure why she had blacked out, but she couldn’t fight it, and, oddly, didn’t want to.
Soon, images formed in front of her as she began to dream. They were a random jumble, and didn’t make any sense at all. First she saw a fire breathing ferret, then a magic book that seemed to have some sort of sleeping curse on it.
“Thou who takes this book,” she read. “From the floor after it has been knocked there by a ferret of peculiar name shall fall under a sleeping curse, fated to eternal slumber least something save the pour soul from their tortured sleep.”
“Hmm…” she mumbled. “That’s oddly specific. Wonder if that’s what happened to me…”
It was, quite obviously, what had happened to her, but she was too out of it to fully comprehend the obviousness of it, or the gravity of it either. If the dream was to be trusted, by picking of Zira’s copy of Alicorns and Phoenixes after Mr. Scalywings had knocked it to the ground, she had likely doomed herself to a life of eternal slumber. Tortured slumber, to be exact, which would imply that something bad was coming…
Meanwhile, in the waking world, Zira was anxiously ringing her hands while standing over Kit’s unconscious form.
“It’s that darn book,” Zira decided. “She touched it, and now look at her. Oh, I never should have brought that thing in here…”
Mr. Scalywings nudged Kit’s hand and it flopped limply aside. The ferret made concerned chittering noises, still nudging her.
A tinkle of fairy-laughter-esque chimes announced the arrival of someone new. Zira looked up to see the man who’d been walking the top hat wearing dog. Now, he was accompanied by a small gentleman who also had a top hat. How curious indeed.
“I’m sorry, but I was just about to close the shop for the time being,” Zira said, gesturing to Kit. “There’s been a bit of a mishap.”
“You have the book of Alicorns and Phoenixes.” The man didn’t say it like a question, rather he said it as a statement. Zira didn’t answer, but her silence seemed to be confirmation enough.
“You should have treated it more carefully,” the man continued. “Now look what has happened.”
“What /has/ happened?”
“The child has obviously been cursed to a life of eternal tortured slumber.”
“Obviously…” Zira sighed. “Is there anyway to help her?”
“There is only one way to end the curse. Luckily, my companion Rover here has a means of humanly doing so.”
“Do it.”
“Are you quite sure? There will be no way of reversing the consequences.”
“Do it,” Zira begged. “Just help the girl.”
“Very well. Rover, do your thing.” The man nodded to the shorter top hatted gent, who wordlessly moved to stand over Kit.
Rover spoke not a word, but mouthed seemingly nonsense words before sprinkling Kit with something. Sand or glitter, perhaps. He turned to the first man and nodded.
The first man translated. “It is done.”
Mr. Scalywings, who’d been curled up on Kit’s chest, let out an anguished squeal.
“What is it, sweetie?” Zira asked, bending down. It was then that she noticed Kit’s chest was no longer moving. Holding her own breath, Zira grabbed the girl’s wrist, checking for a pulse.
“No- No, it can’t be…”
There wasn’t a single beat.
Which could only mean one thing.
Zira looked up at the men, a rare fire burning in her eyes. “You killed her!”
“Yes,” the taller of the two said simply. Rover didn’t seem one to speak.
“You monsters! She was only a child!”
“We only did what you asked.”
“I never asked you to do this!”
“But you did. The only way to free someone from eternal slumber, is to end it entirely. I warned you there would be no reversing the consequences.”
“No!” Zira shook her head violently, taking an automatic step back. They weren’t going to put this blame on her, they weren’t. The walls seemed to press in on her, and the bookstore that usually seemed so cozy now felt way too small.
That’s when the windows burst open and the building was flooded with… strawberry milk???
The taller man swore, and Rover let out a sound like a startled puppy. Zira forced herself to push back her overwhelming feelings from the previous events to focus on what in the world was going on now.
“Is it… raining strawberry milk?”
“Yes,” the taller man said. “Yes, it is.”
“…Why?”
“I’m afraid it’s unexplainable. But I do know one thing.”
“What?”
The man looked grim. “You must get rid of the book.”

violent-measures

Weekly #4

9 (20-40) of spades (extrovert) w/ blue and dark blue background
6 (10-20) of diamonds (omnivert) w/ red and azure background

Michael Jimenez (27 yo) loves being around people, in crowds, at parties, and even at the store. He loves feeling the bubbling atmosphere of a room with lots of people in deep conversation, and hates feeling as though there’s nothing to talk about. Awkward silences are the bane of his existence, basically. Even going to movies or other performances where there are a lot of people who are silent can be difficult for him. Libraries, despite the fact that he has no hatred for books, are terrible in his opinion. He loves making people laugh and is a bit of a jokester, though usually at no one’s expense but his own. Most of all, Michael wants to be happy and loved, and make others feel happy and loved. When he becomes anxious or sad about anything at all, it can quickly lead to more anger and sadness, until he’s caught in an infinite loop. Often, Michael will push his feelings under the rug and pretend that he’s content, even when he’s not, because he hates feeling as though he’s a burden to other people. He’s a perfectionist, but mostly for himself; others being sad or having difficulties in life is fine, and he’ll gladly help them—but when he struggles, it’s stupid, at least from his perspective. This is in part due to the fact that a lot of his friends had struggles bigger than his, with unloving parents, death in their families, illness, etc. which led him to categorize his wants and needs as small and not deserving mention. As well, he grew up in a huge family, which probably led to this as his parents often didn’t have time to talk with him, despite their love for him, and also led to him babysitting his younger siblings a lot. However, a little organized chaos never hurt anyone, right? At least, that’s what Michael thinks. Michael has a bit of a karma mentality, believing that so long as he makes others happy, he will eventually gain happiness for himself, and even that he wouldn’t deserve it otherwise. This can lead him to overexert himself in an attempt to help others, even those that don’t necessarily want his help.
(word count = 368)

Solstice Moore is 16. She is curious and always wants to find out more about the universe. That is, until the universe—and her curiosity—got the better of her. Solstice’s biggest flaw is probably that she will change herself for others so much that she can definitely be considered a big people-pleaser. She wants to be accepted for who she is, but if that isn’t the case, she will quickly move on to a version of herself she thinks will be more acceptable. One thing influencing this is her incredible loyalty, both to ideas and people. She is a bit clingy and gets attached quite easily. If someone does something for her, even something as small as helping her pick up something she dropped, or complimenting her hair, she considers herself indebted to them. She’s very compassionate and devoted, even to the point of obsession. In fact, if she loves something, she can tend to look over any flaws in it, categorizing things and people into “good” and “evil.” Often, she worries that she isn’t good, but she tries very hard to be. Solstice is very loyal to her word as well, considering honor a huge deal. Even a small, white lie will lose her trust, at least for a while. She hates being wrong or being misinformed about anything at all. This can lead her to take great strides to be right in her schoolwork, earning her generally very good grades. Solstice hates being called out on doing things the wrong way, but at the same time would rather know than not know. However, she sometimes hopes that everyone will just ignore her. Solstice loves her friends and family too much to ever really want that, though, and always tries to remind herself that people are thinking about her way less than she thinks. Despite this, she can appear slightly awkward at first, but once she loosens up she’s very bubbly and brash at times.
(word count = 325)

The alley is dark, bleak, and feels deserted and haunted at once. Flickering neon blue lights illuminate the damp pathway, and red graffiti covers the stained walls. The words and pictures are hard to make out in the half-light. It’s nighttime, probably past midnight by now. Everything is dark, and there are only shadows and silhouettes visible in the darkened alleyway, despite the halfhearted lighting provided by the neon glow. Big, bulky shapes of trash cans, a dead street lamp; nothing of note hides along those brick walls. A chain link fence surrounded by defiant sprouts of grass is hidden at the end of the alley. From there glows another source of neon light, this one pulsing strong against the pull of shadows.
As you get closer, it becomes apparent that someone is—or was, at the very least—trying to keep people out. The fence seems to have barbed wire along the top, jagged as thorns and dark as pitch against the frenetic blue light. However, the fence doesn’t quite come all the way up against the wall, and a person small enough could easily slip through the space between damp, red-stained brick and cool metal. That is, if they ignored the warning signs that have fallen from the fence.
(word count = 209)

Something was wrong with me. I didn’t know what, or why, but I knew that every instinct, every fiber in my body, was screaming at me to run. So I did, not knowing what else to do. Slipping out from behind the chain link fence, tearing my new jeans on a sharp piece of metal but not pausing to care, I ran. My footsteps splattered on the damp floor of the alley. Flashes of blue and red lit up my vision—the neon lights and graffiti along the walls trying to grab my attention. But I didn’t let them.
My friends were gone—probably scared off by that burst of light and sound. I heard police sirens in the distance.
I knew I had to get out of there, knew a girl alone in a busy city’s alley at night was in a lot of danger, more than I cared to think about right then. Frantically glancing over my shoulder, feeling as though someone were watching me, I ran straight into a wall.
Well, I thought it was a wall. It was probably too soft, and walls didn’t gasp, “Whoa, kid—what the he—? Your face—!”
“Sorry,” I muttered, looking away from the latino man with dark eyes that were widened in shock.
Strong hands grasped my arms as I tried to run off back home. So much adrenaline was already pumping through me, I didn’t know if I could get anymore disgruntled and terrified.
“Let me go!” I cried, pushing against the man’s grip.
“Whoa, I’m just trying to—,” he faltered as he met my eyes. “What is wrong with your face?”
“I—I don’t know—I don’t know,” I shouted before, in a last ditch attempt to get him to let go, stomping on his foot as hard as I could.
The man let out a yelp of pain and, taken by surprise, loosened his grip on my shoulders.
Then I ran.
His legs were longer, though, and I heard footsteps getting gradually closer and closer as my chest gradually tightened. Still, I was frantic and needed to get home just then. That gave me some advantage. The apartment came into view around a corner and I rushed across the street, not pausing to look for cars. Which was a mistake.
I heard the screech of tires, saw a blinding flash of headlights, and froze in shock. Then I felt a force pull me out of the road by my hood, felt an arm wrap around my stomach. Tumbling to the sidewalk, I felt a sharp, burning pain in my head. Ow-ow-ow, I winced, touching my numb and probably bruised hand to my forehead. It came away bloody. How on earth was I going to explain this to my mom? My thoughts were sluggish, moving as though through a thick sludge of pain and confusion.
As I groaned and pushed myself into a sitting position, I heard a car door slam.
“Sol!” my mom’s voice cried. I felt her gentle hands grasp my shoulders and pull me to face her. Breathing shakily, I met her gaze. “Sol—what the heck were you thinking?”
“I—I don’t . . .,” I mumbled. “Just—wanted to get home before you did.”
My mom’s usually calm expression was morphed into one of frantic worry and anger. “Don’t you ever do that again. Look both ways, I don’t care what’s happening.”
“I—I know, I know, mom,” I tried, nodding. “I know. I will. I just wasn’t thinking.”
“Uhh . . . you okay, kid?” A man’s voice said from behind me. My mom’s gaze travelled over my shoulder.
Turning to face him, I nodded hesitantly, not daring to meet his anxious, dark eyes. He’d saved my life, even if he’d technically been the one to put it in danger in the first place. I had no idea what I’d ever do to make it up to him, but I vowed in that moment that, one day, I would.
“I’m fine,” I promised, trying to keep any hint of a tremor from my voice.
The man nodded—I could see his chin dipping down—and he smiled slightly. “Well, uh, my name’s Michael. Nice to meet you . . . .”
Finally daring to meet his eyes, I nodded back. “I’m Solstice. It’s a pleasure. And . . . thanks for, um, saving my life back there.”
My mom’s hand squeezed my shoulder as I thanked him; I could tell she’d been waiting for it. “Thank you so much, Michael,” she said, voice sounding choked. Standing up, she grasped his hand and shook it much too long. Michael seemed confused, but pleasantly so, grinning with very white teeth as he patted my mom on the arm, probably trying to get her to stop shaking his hand enthusiastically.
I, meanwhile, focused mainly on trying to steady my breathing and think through what had happened.
Putting a hand to my face, I made sure it was normal. It . . . it had felt strange, like I was being burned slightly, right after I’d touched the blue light. But now I just felt a weird numbness around my mouth and eyes.
What is wrong with your face? Michael’s voice rang in my head.
I didn’t know, and I needed to find out.
- - -

I was swimming in a vast ocean, waves rocking me this way and that. I felt inexplicably heavy, weighed down, about to sink like a coin in a fountain.
Around me were people’s silhouettes, but I didn’t recognize anyone. They cried out to me in my own voice not to forget them, pleaded with me, but none of them had any face. Then one stepped forward and took off a black mask. Under it was . . . my face?
The water swallowed me up, and the last thing I saw was a cold glare from my own face.

Gasping, I sat up straight. My face burned again, that pins and needles feeling you get after a limb falls asleep, only across my whole face.
I’d gotten patched up and collapsed into bed while my mom was still talking to Michael, thanking him over and over again and pouring him copious amounts of coffee that he didn’t touch. It had been past midnight, after all.
Yawning, I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. 7:34. I couldn’t have gotten more than six hours of sleep. Probably that was why I felt so terrible. A frantic feeling was eating me up inside, like a voice calling out for me to do something, but I wasn’t sure what the voice was, or if it was just my instincts. Or if I was just going crazy. That was definitely an option still on the table.
Groaning audibly as I got out of bed, I glanced out into the hallway. I could hear the shower on. That meant mom was getting ready.
With a sigh, I walked back to bed and lay on top of the covers. Being on my soft bed helped me focus and keep my calm. I buried my face against the duvet to think.
I couldn’t decide what to do. Part of me wanted to go back to the source of the blue light and find out more, but part of me, the scared part, wanted to stay home and hope that things went back to normal. I didn’t want to scare mom again—or myself, for that matter. I didn’t want to almost die again, or die without any Michael there to save me.
I wondered who he was, why he’d been there that night.
Rolling over, I hugged my pillow against my chest.
My face still hurt. Getting up again, I went to the bathroom to wash my face. Pouring cool water over my skin felt good. Looking into the mirror, my face dripping, I jumped back with a yelp of surprise, tripping on my own feet and bonking my head painfully into the wall behind me.
“What the heck—!?” I breathed, stepping forward, eyes wide. But—they weren’t my eyes. My bright blue eyes had turned dark brown. If that weren’t strange enough, the thick, wavy locks of hair I usually kept cut to a few inches below my chin was black and straight.
Shaking my head, I pinched my leg as hard as I could. This wasn’t right. I was—I was dreaming, or something. This was an elaborate trick my mirror was playing on me—definitely, that was right.
Opening my eyes—my dark, dark eyes—again, I saw no change.
“No, no, no . . .,” I groaned. What was happening to me?
Turning around, I closed my eyes and touched the lids, willing them to turn blue. I couldn’t explain this to my mom if I couldn’t explain this to myself. Shaking out my hair, I ran my hands through it, praying for it to change back.
Facing the mirror once more, I let out a deep sigh of relief. My hair was back. My eyes were back. My face was back.
I was me again.
Then a flash of pain burned through my skin, making me double over.
Burning knives were pressed against my cheeks, boiling water poured over my head. Crying out in pain, I collapsed to the floor until the fit passed.
With a heavy, shaky gasp, I pushed myself back into a standing position. My hands wouldn’t stay still, my eyes wouldn’t focus on anything, blurred by tears of pain. Brushing the wetness away, I looked in the mirror once more. My face was mine, but it was strangely distorted, blurred, out of focus. Blinking, I was able to get the fuzziness to go away after a few moments.
Probably just the tears, I reassured myself.
Definitely. I was . . . I was fine. I was probably just tired and delirious from lack of sleep. I was not going insane, and I definitely hadn’t somehow changed my appearance, because that would be ridiculous, and ridiculous stuff didn’t happen to people like me.
- - -

Still, the reassurance I’d given myself didn’t stop me from glancing nervously into the alley, and maybe coming up to the fence, on my way to study at the library.
And what I saw there—or, rather, what I didn’t see there—shook me even more than the hallucinations I’d had that morning.
The metal box that was the source of the neon light . . . it was gone.
Just . . . disappeared into thin air.
I must have imagined it. I probably did. I’d just had . . . a strangely vivid dream, probably. Yet the aching in my muscles, and the pounding in my head, spoke to the injuries I’d sustained when Michael had pulled me back from the road.
I couldn’t just ignore what had happened, dismiss it as my imagination, when Michael had seen something wrong with me, too. Taking a steadying breath, I walked up the library steps. The concrete started to darken as a light drizzle of rain swept over my head. Looking up into the empty gray expanse of the sky, I shook my head, wondering what on earth I was going to do.
There simply wasn’t anything to do. I couldn’t get answers, because the box was gone, and I couldn’t exactly go find Michael to ask him what he’d seen. There was no way I’d find him based off of his first name and my blurred memory of his face. It was a big city.
Shaking my head, I walked through the huge doors of the library.
The atmosphere was warm compared with the dampness of outside. Everything felt dry, like crinkled pages of old books. Fitting, I supposed.
Yawning, I headed over to the book drop and placed the two books I’d found for a school research assignment inside. Clunk. Clunk. They fell upon their brethren. I turned around and gasped sharply. A figure in a dark jacket stood right behind me, almost uncomfortably close.
“Oh, sorry,” I mumbled, glancing up into the man’s face. Oh. “Michael?” I gasped. “What—why are—are you following me?”
Michael gave me a sheepish grin, ducking his head. “Um, well, no?” he said, not very convincingly.
I sighed, torn between confusion and elation at his presence. I had been wanting to talk to him. Now that he was here, though, it felt so much harder than I’d made it in my head. Finding him hadn’t been the difficult part after all.
“Do you—er, want something?” I asked.
“No, no, I mean, I was . . . returning a book.” He shrugged. I didn’t see any books on him, but I supposed he may have had one in the big pockets of his jacket, so I hurriedly stepped out of the way with a muttered apology.
“Right. Okay. That wasn’t true.” Michael sighed, shaking his head with a half-smile. I raised an eyebrow. “I was looking for you. I just . . . wanted to make sure you were okay. And . . . you know, check that . . . your face was . . . you know, normal. I thought . . . I guess I thought I saw something last night,” he shook his head again, “Probably just the dark playing tricks on my eyes.” He stared at me for a moment. “Right?”
“Oh, oh, yeah,” I quickly agreed. “Though . . . what did you think you saw?”
Michael bit the inside of his cheek. “Nothing,” he said.
“No, really, I want to know . . . just, y’a know, in case.”
“Nothing. That’s what I saw. I didn’t see anything—your face was all blurred and . . . you didn’t have eyes, or a nose, or a mouth. I don’t know. It was probably just dark, like I said.”
Surprise, electric, rushed through me, but fear drowned it out. I took a shaky breath after a few seconds, realizing I’d been holding it. “I—,” unsteadily, I began.
Someone cleared their throat behind Michael, making the two of us jump sharply. Michael whirled around.
“Keep your voices down, please,” the librarian said, glancing from me to Michael.
“Right, sorry about that,” Michael replied in a half-tone.
Nodding, the librarian strode off, her dark skirt swirling around her legs.
Michael turned back to me. “I guess we’re both jumpy,” he said, noticing my hand clasped to my heart, which felt as though it was about to jump out of my chest.
“Yeah . . . jumpy,” I agreed.

(word count = 2349)

+character’s personality changes(✅)
+dream sequence that night (✅)
+important object disappears into thin air (✅)
+something completely expected happens, surprising everyone (✅)
+3 similes and a metaphor (3/3, 1/1)
+MC in comfort place when stressed (✅)

3260 words for weekly total!!

KitVMH

March 29 daily
818 words

Kit is often procrastinating on writing, and even when she’s not procrastinating, she always has several stories in progress at once. So where do her characters go when she isn’t writing their stories? There is a place, tucked away somewhere between realms (or possibly Kit’s mind– there really isn’t much difference), where they stay when not working in their author’s stories.
It’s a small village, with a house for each of Kit’s major stories.

Let’s take a walk through the village, location by location.

The oldest house here is that of The Dragon and the Snake. The characters of Kit’s older stories, from when she was a toddler– the few that were actually her characters– have their own village. Anyway, The Dragon and The Snake. Its residents are Crocadotta, Bapainty, Busophio, and Fushea, all of whom owe their names, at least in part, to their author’s toddler sister. They all get along well, and their life is fairly peaceful… except for the magical mishaps Fushea occasionally causes. Usually they’re pretty small, although the whole village suffered from the Great Pudding Incident.
The house itself is built out of stone, in a vaguely medieval fairy tales style. It is fairly large, and has mostly inflammable furnishings outside of Busophio and Fushea’s rooms, to accommodate for the fact that Crocadotta is a dragon. Keeping the place fairly inflammable is also useful with Fushea’s attempted spells, which occasionally… well, you know, we already discussed how they don’t always go very well.

Up next is the house of the Tate siblings from The Magic Book. It looks like a normal contemporary house, as in their story they live a normal contemporary life. Well, until the events of the story, that is. Overall, they get along alright, too. The three of them are always squabbling, of course, but that’s what Jill, Henry, and Lulu do together. Here, unlike in their story, the Tates’ parents aren’t here taking care of them. Their parents are not important characters– Kit hasn’t even named them. She probably should. Anyway, they’re not important characters. Don’t worry about them. The siblings are fine on their own here. In this village, no one needs to take care of them.

The next several houses come from stories that were barely even started. Ted the taco-loving cat and Susan the squirrel, in their peculiar cat-and-squirrel house. Lauren, Lauren’s mom, and Tony the ghost in their house, and then Allen and Maya in theirs, both more normal contemporary houses.

Then there is the home of Katya and Gabbie. The two Survivalists share a house, which Katya finds rather awkward but still likes. The green house mostly looks fairly ordinary, though the inside is strewn with adventuring equipment, and right next to the building is a large boulder. You can often find Katya climbing around on the boulder, or reading on top of it.

Katya and Gabbie were created for Scratch Writing Camp, but what about the characters in all the SWC dailies and weeklies? They live in those apartment buildings– one building for each SWC session Kit’s been in. This means there are only two apartment buildings so far, one for November 2021 and another for March 2022.

And then there are the characters that exist only in Kit’s mind, whose stories haven’t been written yet. While they wait for their stories, these characters stay in a hotel in the middle of town. It is in the courtyard in front of the hotel that new characters appear, as soon as Kit starts to imagine them. The most recent arrivals are still unnamed and undeveloped. One is an overdramatic vampire girl who enjoys debating philosophy with anyone who will listen (and plenty who won’t), while the other is a witch with a passion for science. Since the two are set to be in the same story, they share a hotel room.

Next to the hotel are the three buildings in town where characters don’t live, although they do hang out there often.

First is the gym, which is pretty self-explanatory. It’s basically just a gym. Weights, rock climbing wall, flying course, all those normal gym things.
Then there’s the library, which is stocked with published books, but also with the stories Kit has written. Her characters can read their stories if they want to look back on their in-story lives, or if they just want to see how Kit put their actions into words.

Last is the coffee shop. Here, the characters can get some food and a drink, but they also use it as a gathering place. You can often find them chatting with each other, or complaining about how much Kit procrastinates or their in-story lives.

But here, in this village, the characters can take a break from whatever Kit has been putting them through. Still, some of them get tired of it, and start itching to get back into their stories…

ayid_7345

Daily for March 29th

(422 words)

When my characters are done being my characters they enter an area, named by the characters, the Writing Inn. This is where all my characters go and do things that you would do at a regular inn, eat, drink milkshakes, and chat. The characters usually mingle with characters from other stories. This allows them to learn more about the other types of stories their writer writes. One of the main areas characters like to visit is the cafe. Here all the food and drink is severed. Each character has access to food and drinks found in their stories and can also be exposed to other stories food and drinks. The cafe has stone and marble counters. With dark mahogany cabinets. Past characters- characters that the writer either have forgotten about or replaced, turn into spirit like creature, serving the ones that writes has still kept. The spirits serve characters their food and drinks as well as provide assistance. The next area is the lounge. Here is where characters come and play board games, video games (for more modern characters), or chill and chat. Some famous games among the characters are twister and dragons (a more complicated and fantasy like version of chess). The lounge is large- and is getting larger every minute. The Writing Inn is different this way because it is able to multiply and increase in size. The lounge serves as a giant living room. With t.v.s and several long and soft couches and chairs. Here, characters also trade ideas on how the story will go or make ‘bets’ on how another's character's final outcome would be. The next section is probably the biggest and most confusing. The dorms are where characters can rest for the night- if they don't want to go back to their story. The dorms are special because they are made in a way where new characters could pop up any moment and they would have their own room. The dorms multiply and grow, making more rooms for more characters. Each dorm is customized based on the characters likes, dislikes, timeline, story and story genre. Dorms are equipped with a queen bed, a standard desk, some decor or memoirs based on the character, and their personal bathroom. Characters who have had a tiring day fighting their nemesis or who were busing preventing criminals from robbing back can just hang in their room and get free room service! Remember the spirits I mentioned earlier? Those are the gentleman and ladies who bring the characters whatever the want!

i_like_kotlc

daily 3/29/2022 - 419 words

When Selui is not busy righting the wrongs of Belinda or otherwise occupied saving the world, she can usually be found sitting in her small, pristine boathouse. Comfortingly and somewhat sparsely decorated, it travels around to different ports throughout the world, including mythical ones. Her favorite place to visit in her small boat and shop is the island that she created, which she has free access to. She travels around the world selling her goods, antiquities and other strange, dainty, ancient souvenirs. While her business is not particularly popular, if at all noticed, among tourists, other than the random smattering of people who happen to discover it by chance, she does have several regular customers who enjoy placing very large, specialized orders, keeping her in business. Outside of the stories, she rarely leaves her boat, instead remaining inside all day, for all eternity, which is partially why she often complains loudly and obnoxiously, although usually mostly jokingly, of loneliness. Life on her boat, while quite cozy, is rather boring and uneventful, and while, upon first thought, this might seem like the perfect source of relaxation after all her hardships, in fact it can be so boring that Selui wishes she could go out more in public, especially on nice days, instead of being trapped inside. Fortunately for her, she no longer experiences seasickness. When Belinda first gifted her with this small wooden houseboat, Selui adored it, but she quickly realized how sea sick she got, causing her to dislike the boat. After persevering through her setbacks so that she could achieve her dream of living in a beautiful houseboat, she eventually learned to manage her sickness, and now she rarely, if ever gets seasick, although she does tend to get landsick. This occurs when, if ever, she steps off of her boat. After becoming accustomed to spending so much time in her vessel, she began to find the rhythmic swaying of the boat to be almost comforting, and without it, she feels even more alone. However, life on her boat is not entirely peaceful. She still practices potions sometimes for her own entertainment, if she feels in the mood for it, and she always makes sure to restock on her ingredients, in case, at any time, she finds herself in need of them for a specific potions. Additionally, she always makes sure to send out her messenger birds to scan for thr34ts, making sure the coast is entirely clear of danger, and, more importantly, of Belinda, her worst enemy.

Luna-Lovegood-LOL

Ajax, Nyara, Tarian, and Jasper would likely have a hangout spot somewhere in Inerys. They all have their own lives, their own training, their own stories, their own overseas missions- but still, that doesn't change the fact that they're the best of friends. Albiet sometimes conflicting, they have strong bonds and a family/sibling like love for each other, like a found family. I envision them having a hangout area where they just chill, scheme, and have fun. A multipurpose haven tailored to their personalities!

Starting with the location of the hideout, I'd assume it's somewhere in the mid-levels of Inerys. Some of them, like Nyara, come from very high-up places, where as other such as Tarian come from places much farther down below. The Middle Levels are like a compromise. I envision it being well-hidden- Jasper would insist on it. Something like a secret door in a graffiti-painted alleyway between two shops, or a hatch on the roof leading to the attic of an abandoned resturaunt.

As I stated previously, the location would be well-tailored to each of their preferences! They each have their own styles, preferences, personalities, skills- not one of them would let it pass to not have their own type of “aura” in the vicinity. Ajax, who's known as the resident hacker and tech-expert of the group, would likely have a little workshop bench for him to work on knick-knacks or latest project for their new schemes. He'd definetly have a large TV screen as well- both for work, and for video games ;>

This fits perfectly with Tarian, the constant seeker of mischief, chaos, and fun. They'd totally use Ajax's screen to mess around with the hottest video game, and constantly indulge in the virtual reality. Constantly. (I can think of both chaotic and tragic reasons for why they would do that ahaha xD) Anyways, knowing them and their theater kid self, I can see graphic posters with various stuff Tari likes being hung around the room. Rather than couches or chairs, Tarian being Tarian would have replaced it with beanbag chairs. They'd totally have a shelf of explosives too, that Ajax would help them work on and improve!

Moving onto Jasper! Xe would absolutely just have a wall of weapons. Yes. Retractable spears, swords, you name it, it's there. He has a taste for the older, finer weapons, so he's not much into blasters or anything too modern, and can never figure out how to work Ajax's video games because of this. Xe also have this topaz choker that I think is pretty cool, and the more I think about it, they would totally be into making jewlery! Maybe there would be a section of the place with like a jewelery making station for xem :0

AHH I DIDN'T GET TO NYARA OR THE SCHEMING BOARD YET HOW SAD :SOB: But I'm at 400 words, almost 500, and Luna must depart for dinner now! Forgive this ridiculously unprofessional rant, I made most of it up as I went lol- farewell!

FairyAyla

When my characters aren’t in my stories, sometimes they hang out in this place that has cities and towns. And there are lots of different buildings. There are stations with portals that the characters can go to to get back to their universes, or go to different universes. There are lots of food shops and cafes and stuff. There are also portal busses you can take to different universes, and portal trains and other portal transportation. Sometimes you need different portal transportation to get to different universes. And some parts of it are high mountain villages that are more fantasy-world like, and some other parts are cities and more modern stuff. They can talk and interact with anyone who is there. There’s also transportation that isn’t portal transportation, that you can just take to different parts of the world. And it’s all one universe but the different parts of it are different realms. It’s not just my characters; any fictional character can end up in this place.
One of the realms in this place has a really big library. it’s the biggest in all of this world. It seems endless, endless rows of books, endless shelves of books. It’s one of the biggest buildings in this world. You could hide there and never ever be found. Any book you could ever imagine is on the shelves of this library. Most people don’t know how to navigate this odd, magical library. Only the librarians who work there do. Magical places like this scatter across this land, but usually there’s on big one in different realms.
There are other magical places likes, but one big one per realm. One of these places is the second largest (the largest being the library, of course). The second largest is a big building filled with birds. The biggest portion is filled with crows and other black birds. A smaller portion, the most cheery and happy-looking of the sections, is filled with colorful birds. Any parrot or parakeet you can imagine is in this section. Although not the biggest, it is one of the most popular for its bright and beautiful colors. The smaller sections in this building have brown or white birds. For birds that only have patches of color, they go with whatever color they have most of. With woodpeckers, for example, they go with other birds that have multiple colors around the schemes of white or black, for many birds have those colors.
The third biggest of these magical places is quite remarkable for what it is.
What it is is a very large building filled with dirt and digging rodents. Groundhogs mostly, but many sections for many digging rodents, and other sections for rodents who don’t dig. They have many, many rodents, every kind of rodent that has been discovered, and some that haven’t.
In the library, or in the large building with the birds, some of the things are very wondrous indeed–as many birds or books that you could think of.

Cru-mble

daily. march 28
481 words

My character Haven’s go to place when I’m not writing with her is very similar to where I’ve put her in some settings. It would probably be a large garden, since that’s one of Haven’s favorite places to be, no matter the size. Haven admires any type of garden, from a planter outside a window to a full on greenhouse.
She’d probably be relaxing in a small cottage in the heart of the woods, by herself. Haven’s a very independent person, so I doubt she would stray far from this cottage and the trees that surround it. More in detail, the cottage would be a warm brown color, with a darker colored roof and bright green vines with flowers sprinkled around them. The vines would rap around the front and along the base of the house, making it seem like it’s fully immersed with nature, rooted to its spot.
Inside, there would be a comfy sitting room with a large window that provides a lot of light. This is where Haven would relax most of the time, probably rereading an old book of hers.
Tucked in the corned would be a small bookcase and a side table, with a couple flowers and a small candle. In the center of the room would be a worn sofa, patched from holes over time. A rickety coffee table is home to books, random loose papers, sketches, and drawings. And of course, a small mug that she always uses.
Haven prefers to keep things simple, so beyond this room is just her joint office-bedroom. The office part isn’t used much except for storage, but if she’s doing serious work or research, she might use the desk. The rest of the room is used for her bed, with soft sheets and a thicker layer during the winter.
Small throw pillows are littered everywhere, but for the most part, it’s clean and tidy. At the back of the house, closest to an old closet (where Haven puts gardening supplies) is a door that leads to her garden.
During the spring and summer, Haven spends most of her free time here. She’ll tend to the flowers, making sure they get enough water (but not too much) and clipping off the dead ones to allow for more to grow. Haven has an assortment of flowers, ranging from the lily to rose.
More vines line the fence, which has a base of moss. The nearby trees occasionally drop in some leaves, which she doesn’t mind. A gate at the far corner of the garden exits out to the woods.
Beyond there, the forest gets quite dark, especially when the leaves are plentiful. A few times, Haven has ventured inside for herbs that she doesn’t have or ran out of, but she doesn’t go far enough to lose sight of her home. It’s isolated, quiet, and she doesn’t get unwanted visitors.

Last edited by Cru-mble (March 29, 2022 23:27:35)

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