MiNe *aggressively claws people who disagree* *throws baking pans at them* THAT SHOULD DO IT

✿Wordy’s Library❀

↳ You step into a library, just one story, but once you look around, you’re amazed. There seem to be books everywhere, sitting on the chairs and packed into the shelves. A frail old librarian greets you and shows you around. Even with how cluttered it looks, its still oddly organized. You take a book and head to the check out counter, and as you're about to go to a chair, the librarian hands you an IPod. You look at the playlist and find lots of music downloaded onto it, ready to listen to while you read. You pull your headphones out of that magical pocket and plug them in to start listening…

●Word goal: 168/10k○

↳ After looking around for awhile you select a pile of books to read and settle into a comfy chair in the back corner of the library.

♣Dailies♦
☒July 1
☐Missed
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↳ As you finish up the 31 copies beside you, you check to see how many songs are left that you haven’t heard. When you finish scrolling, your eyes are bulging. 47 more songs?! Impossible! You look around for the librarian to ask, but she has disappeared. Thankfully you see a fresh stack of four books, these ones longer, waiting for you along with some chips and soda. You grab them and dive back into reading.

♣Weeklies♦
☐Week 1
☐Week 2
☐Week 3
☐Week 4

↳ You smell something delicious wafting from the library counter and walk over to see what the scent belongs to. Behind the counter you see the librarian along with plates filled with food. After wondering where the food is coming from you see a hidden door covered with a poster. You take the food gratefully and only later realize that you never asked how the iPod had so many songs.

♣Word Wars♦
☐xx/xx/xx (@x) win/loss

↳ You stretch your legs gratefully and look around the small library for something you haven’t already read. You see a stack of books sitting on the window sill and snatch them, bringing them back to your chair. After bringing the plates back to the counter where the librarian is missing you sit down and grab a plate full of cookies for the stretch.

♣Cabin Wars♦
☐1
☐2
☐3
☐4

↳ You search the library for a bathroom and, when you don't find one, go in search of the librarian. You find er in the kitchen making something. After asking she points you back out to a door which was hidden by bookshelf’s. On your way back to the chair you grab a plate of Chicken Alfredo for the read.

♣Other♦
☐xx/xx/xx “Title” WC:

↳ You’re almost out of books to read, but find one last one. It’s sitting on the front desk next to the computer, but you cant resist yourself, you grab it and head back, for the final time, to your chair, carrying a bowl of cereal.

♣Writing Comp. Entry♦
☐“Title” WC:

↳ You head outside and see police surrounding the building you had just exited. They come rushing towards you and when you try to ask a question they shush you and continue checking you. Your finally able to squeak out “what happened” and the police tell you, you’ve been in the library for the past week reading…

♣About Me!♦
⋆She/her
⋆EST
⋆Wordy

꒰ CRYSTIE'S JULY 2022 TABLE OF CONTENTS ꒱

○ Words: 6,611/4,000 (edit: why did I choose such a low word goal)
● Timezone: GMT+8
○ Hi-fi cabin
● First session

DAILIES AND WEEKLIES

○ Main Cabin Dailies ꒱
1st Week - Total: 3,158 words
1/7/22 - 893 words - Introduction
2/7/22 - 1419 words - Magic 8 Ball/Unicorns
5/7/22 - 846 words - Proverbs/Lemonade

2nd Week - Total: 0 words
13/7/22 - 0 words - Map/Random Setting

3rd Week
21/7/22 - ? words - Roleplay With Your Comments
22/7/22 - 17 words - “Yes, and…”

4th Week
None :'D

○ Main Cabin Weeklies ꒱
3rd Week - 3183 words - Fantasy

OTHER

○ Word Wars ꒱
18/7/33 - @23BraveHeart - Lost - 103 words - Proof
22/7/22 - @23BraveHeart - Lost - 150 words - Proof

○ Other ꒱
None :'D

heh im not making a thread this session. *aka menu

Stella's SWC Table of Contents
July 2022

Dailies:
July 2 – 506 Words
July 3 – 505 Words
July 4 – 545 Words
July 5 – 358 Words

Weeklies:
July 3rd - 9th – 3927 Words Total

Word Wars:

More Coming – <33

Claim!

Ok I found this out - People claim this for stories I think…?
I'm sorry I'm new to SWC hehe

So i guess… Claim??



other writings -

Story 1

Chapter 1

Ivy groaned as she crumpled up another paper and threw it into the trash can. Nothing she wrote made sense. She couldn't continue any story she wrote.
She couldn't think of any rhymes for her poems. It was like her brain had stopped functioning all together.
Her phone started ringing. It was right next to her, but it felt far away. Ivy closed her eyes as her senses felt imaginary. Nothing mattered anymore. She wanted to sleep for a thousand years. No, she thought. Wake up Ivy. But it wasn't her voice. It was someone else's. It was a rich sound, like a few hundred voices together. It snapped Ivy's eyes open and she grasped her phone as she came back to earth. Before she pressed the bright, green, buzzing button on the screen, Ivy puzzled over who's voice that was. Definitely not hers. But it had sounded distinctly familiar. She shook her head as she pressed the glowing button.
‘Hello?’ she asked as she answered the call.
‘Ivy!!’
‘Devyn? What happened??’ Devyn was Ivy's best friend. She rarely called because whenever she needed to talk she just came over to her house straight away. She had only called 2 times before, once when she had sprained her ankle and once when she was too sick to come out of her room.
‘Come over to my house right now!’
‘But wh-’
‘RIGHT NOW’
‘ok, I’m coming', Ivy accepted. No one could ever fight with stubborn Devyn. It was impossible. She would always win so it was better to quit in the beginning anyways. Ivy heard a beep, indicating the call had ended, and she sighed, rubbing her eyebrows. Ivy got on her cycle and headed to Devyn's house.
Halfway she remembered she left her phone at home and she grumbled. She was too busy to turn back now. How COULD she have forgotten? Ivy took the right into Devyn's neighborhood. She reached Devyn's house and knocked. When Devyn opened the door, she hugged Ivy and pulled her inside.
‘Now tell me what it is. ’, Ivy questioned.
Devyn laughed in her light Irish accent. She playfully punched Ivy's shoulder. ‘Stop pretending climber. You know what I mean.’
That was Devyn's pet name for Ivy. ‘climber’. In Ivy and Devyn's school, the students of third grade had to perform a play for the whole school. Ivy, to her shock, had got the part of the talking poison ivy plant, who had to lead ‘Rose’ and her pet deer through the forest. Devyn had gotten the part of the deer, and had to try her very hardest to not laugh during the play. Ever since that day, Devyn's go to name for Ivy was climber.
Ivy gave Devyn a look of confusion. ‘What do you mean?’
Devyn studied Ivy's face , realizing she really didn't know. She gasped, and held her forehead. ‘you’ve forgotten again, my girl, haven't you?'
Ivy thought for a while. ‘I still don’t know what you me-'
Everything went dark. She couldn't see. What had happened? It didn't really matter. She wanted to stay like that. The world couldn't trouble her here. Ivy felt at peace as the darkness sucked her in more.
Wake up.
Ivy heard the same voice she had heard before, when she was fading away, just like this.
No, Ivy resisted. I want to stay here.
no, the voice resisted back. Wake up.
Ivy felt annoyed. Why won't you leave me alone? She asked the voice.
You dare talk to the fairy queen like that? The voice thundered, suddenly changing an octave.
Ivy took a few seconds to understand what had just been said. She wasn't sure she had heard it correctly.
Wait… What?
(618)






Dailies

1st July
2nd July
3rd July
4th Jul
5th July
6th July
7th July
8th July
9th July (CABIN WARSSSSSSSSSSSSS)
10th July
11th July
12th July
13th July
14th July
15th July
16th July
17th July
18th July
19th July
20th July
21st July
22nd July
23rd July (CABIN WARS 2)
24th July


Weeklies -
#1 (incompleted)
#2
#3

Others-
Writing competition.

Moonshadow's writing total word count:266 stories:266 word wars
in cabin daily's: July 1st
in cabin weekly's
main cabin daily's:July first
main cabin weekly's:
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July first main cabin daily, piece of literacy:
The Dark Side of the Moon, Part One: The Ceremony
They told us that we used to live on a place called earth. They told us because of careless people we moved to this place, planet x. The way planet x works is simple, do your job and you get what you need. it’s a bit harsher than what they said earth was but it works better.

“Come on Trix” my best friend Lily said longingly, “we get our job assignments today.”

”I know, I know,“ I told her, hurrying to catch up.

After a few minutes we were at xeni park, the place where we got our assignments. It had beautiful golden trees and well tended paths. The flowers were a dark blue color and had a forest green stem.

”Lily Abet,“ the mayor called ”you are a gardener.“ she stepped into line. After what seemed like hours the mayor called ”Trix Zela, you are a moon tender“

I asked ” wha-?“ but he shushed me and handed me a piece of paper.

After the ceremony lily gave me the double thums up but I was too confused to respond.
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Lemonade: free right, realistic fiction

As I rode in to the busy shopping market I knew I would need to be quick. Doing the math one more time I knew exactly how much lemons I would need to equal the price of sugar. I walked my bike to the bike racks, which were almost completely full. Taking the last spot and locking my bike up with a shiny blue bike lock I knew the games were about to begin.

I walked inside the main entrance of the shopping mall and headed to the food section. I grabbed a bag of sugar with 8 cups of sugar in it then I grabbed 16 lemons and put them all in my shopping bag.

After I checked and paid I walked home to set up and make the lemonade

Once the lemonade was made and the stand was set up, customers started to come and In total I made 40 dollars.

Do Math People
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Sleep Matters: in cabin daily

When you sleep your body has a chance to recharge in a way. Your brain is also working hard while you get a chance to rest. Sleep is important to maintain your health and keep you healthy, because when you don't sleep your body will not perform in its best physical and mental state. Not only will you not be feeling as good when you don’t sleep enough it will be harder to learn & grow.Just sleeping is not enough though in order to fully recharge you need to get enough sleep. If you want to have the best attitude you can and be happy all day then you need to sleep.
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Main cabin daily: story about how you heled someone
(i am changing names a including mine to keep privacy)

Equations
”Lily can you come here.“ my teacher said becoming me

”Sure,“ is said walking over to their desk.

”You have been working on this for a while so can you help Colin with it, they want to try“

”Sure,“ I said to my teacher
I walked over Colins spot and sat down next to them. ”Do you know what the program is?“ I asked Colin

”yes,“ Colin responded

I told Colin ”Great, so what you want to do is press graphing calculator“

They clicked the button and did the equations they knew. After a bit they asked ”how do you do a circle?“

”you want to do the radius of the circle you want = open parenthesis x plus or minus a number close parenthesis squared then the same thing but with y instead of x.“ the plus and minus allows you to move the circle.” I responded

“Oh that makes since,” Colin said “ thanks for the help”

“No problem,” I said “do you need to know how to make custom colors?”

“No,” Colin said “but I want to learn

”Ok.“ I said opining my Chromebook and the graphing calculator website and opining the graphing calculator

”Do you know how to do red, yellow and green to make colors“

”Yes,“ they said

”great, the equation is a letter equals number for red comma number for yellow comma number for green. Then you go to the settings for the equation and click your custom color“ I told them

”Oh cool“ Colin told me ”thank you so much for the help, I really appreciate it“

”don't worry about it just let me know if you need more help“ I told them walking back to where I normally sit.
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Vague 252/250
”Ring, Ring, Ring“ Ellie's phone sounded
”want to go do the park tomorrow“ Ellie said to her phone
”sure what park?“ Kayleigh responded through the phone
”you know the one to the south“ Ellie said back
”Oh right“ Kayleigh said ”what time?“
”how about 9:00“ Ellie responded to her question
”perfect“ Kayleigh said back
”see you tomorrow“ they both said at the same time
”Ding ding ding“ the phone sounded as the teens hung up
Kayleigh and Ellie both headed to bed for their fun day tomorrow

The Next day at 9:00 A.M.

Kayleigh was at the south park and Ellie was not anywhere to be found so she got out her phone and called her
Ellie answered her phone with a groan ”what it's like 9:00 in the morning“
”Um, you said we were supposed to be at the park at 9:00“ Kayleigh said nervously
”Oh I ment 9:00 at night,“ Ellie said, ”they have a fireworks show today at that time“
”Ok, I will be back there then. “ Kayleigh told her
”well see you at 9:00 P.M.“ Ellie told her exaggerating the time
”Bye Kayleigh said hanging up

At 9:00 that night

“Hi Kayleigh” Ellie said running up to her
“oh hi” Kayleigh said laying a blanket on the ground to watch
“i'm glad we figured this mis-communication out” Ellie said sitting down
“your right” Kayleigh said handing her some snacks“
Ellie took them and they began to watch the fireworks

Ambiguity 253/250

”I know you love history Ellie but you need to do other things as well.“ Ellies mothers told her
”I know, I know,“ she said looking up from her book.
”come on lets have dinner“ her mom said
”ok“ Ellie said bringing a plate to the table
”I read a book about a girl pretending to be a boy with short hair“ Ellies mom said
”huh“ Ellie said
”what' Ellies mom said
“never mind” Ellie said back

The Next Day at school

“Kayleigh” Ellie said
“what” Kayligh said
“my mom said something weird yesterday” Ellie said
“what did she say” Kayleigh growned
“she said she read a book about a girl pretending to be a boy with short hair” Ellie told her
“um er-” Kayleigh said
“-exactly” Ellie interrupted
“did she mean a girl was pretending to by a boy by having short hair” Kayleigh said
“or a girl pretending to by a boy that had short hair” Ellie said
“weird” Kayleigh said “I think its called an ambiguity
”oh ya, that sounds right“ Ellie said

At Ellies house

”mom' Ellie said “you know the book you told me about earlier
”of Couse, what is it“ She responded
”well did you mean a girl was pretending to by a boy by having short hair or a girl pretending to by a boy that had short hair?“ Ellie asked
”I am not sure honey“ her mom said ”but that's funny
“your right mom” Ellie told her
“see you tomorrow” her mom called back
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july 6th in cabin daily- change sleeping beauty in to realistic fiction 343 words

it was early in the morning and it was time for me to wake up. like always i knew the curse that was upon me and I only had so long. Today was the same but the feeling was way worse. Today was only a few days before my 16th birthday. The day I was doomed to well I really do not know just something really, really bad. That's what one of my family members said anyway, it was my cousin who said it.

“honey, come on you grandparents are her” my mom called

getting out of my bed I called back “ok, I am coming. I put a dress and some leggings on and ran down stairs.

”Here's some food, I already packed your things up but your going now.“ my mom said

”why so soon?“ I groaned

”because you get to spend the week with them for your birthday.“ she said sternly

”ok, ok“ I said hugging her goodbye

After saying goodbye I walked over to my grandparents and walked with them to their car and got in the back seat.

”thanks for taking me for the week.“ I said cheerfully to my grandparents

”no problem“ my grandma said back

A few days later

”happy birthday“ my grandma called

”it's like 6:30 in the morning“

”just wake up“ she called back

I ran downstair and ate my food then I heard a knock on the door. I ran to open it and it was my cousin with a gift.

”here“ she said ”open it“

”why don't you come in“ my grandma said

my cousin came in and I opened the gift but something sharp pricked me. seeing the blood I began to faint ”grandma“ I screamed.

”where is your cousin“ my grandma said agnerly

I felt my body drift away in to darkness as everything went black.

A Year Later

I felt something warm on my cheek and I drifted back to life. ”grandma“ I called

” do not worry, its all fine now" she said softly

The End
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Starry's SWC July 2022 Collection

Word Goal: 4706 / 6500

Dailies

July 1: Complete!

July 2: Complete!

July 3: Missed

July 4: Missed

July 5: Complete!

July 6: Missed

July 7: Missed

July 8: Missed

July 9: Welp there wasn't really a daily

July 10: Missed

July 11: Missed

July 12: Missed

July 13: Complete!

July 14: Missed

July 15: Complete!

July 16: Missed

July 17: Missed

July 18: Missed

July 19: Incomplete

Weeklies

Week 1: Missed

Week 2: Missed

Week 3: Incomplete

Cabin Wars

Note: Wars are listed in number order. Only the ones I contributed to are listed, there will be others.

Cabin War 1, against Non-fi, 655 words contributed

Word Wars

1: 66 words written, 1 min, lost

Writing Competition Entry

Willow by the Water

Fanfic entry: Nightfall

Lily's Writing Thread SWC July 2022

Intro: Hi, I'm Lily. She/Her. Mystery Camper with PST timezone. I like to read, write, draw, and do basically anything outside. I'll post here when I need to show proof.

Word Count: 15513/5000

Dailies: start July 1

Daily July 6
“Why meeee?” Lily screamed as the rollercoaster plummeted. She squeezed her eyes shut and held onto the bar. Her friends, Sophia, Anna, and Natalie, were all screaming their heads off, with their arms high in the air, whooping with delight. The roller coaster finally came to a stop and she stumbled off it, sitting down on a bench.
“Let’s go again!” Natalie yelled.
“I don’t want to,” Lily told them.
“I’ll go with you,” Anna told her.
“The line up’s really long, though, you guys,” Sophia said, looking at the people waiting.
“Let’s go on something else then!” Natalie said, looking around at the other rides.
“Like what?” Sophia asked. “We’ve done almost everything here!”
“Like… the upside down ferris wheel!” She yelled, pointing.
“I don’t want to go on that!” Lily exclaimed.
“I’ll go I guess,” Anna said, “I’ve been on it before.”
“I’ll stay with Lily,” Sophia told them.
“Okay,” Natalie said, “Come on!” She grabbed Anna’s hand and ran towards the upside-down ride.
“Do you want to get some cotton candy?” Sophia asked Lily.
“Sure,” Lily said. They walked over to the cotton candy stand and got two cones. They munched on the light, fluffy spun sugar as they walked around the rides to the upside-down wheel.
“So, why didn’t you want to go on the roller coaster again? I thought you liked coasters,” Sophia asked.
“I do! I just… don’t like this one,” Lily said. “It’s a lot higher and faster than the one we usually go to.”
“Oh, okay,” Sophia said. “We don’t have to go on it. It does have the longest lineup here.”
“Yeah,” Lily said. They arrived at the Wheel a minute before it stopped. Anna and Natalie came off.
“Cotton Candy?” Lily offered.
“OOg, I don’t feel very good,” Natalie said, sitting down.
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have gone on it twice in a row,” Anna told her, “if you get ride-sick.”
“But it’s really fun…” Natalie said.
“Do you want to go on the swings?” Lily asked.
“OO, no, no spinning….” Natalie said, holding her stomach.
“You two go, we’ll watch you,” Anna said.
“Okay,” Sophia said. They waited in line, put down their bags on the side, and clipped into the chairs, side by side. The ride started slowly, picking up speed, until they were almost horizontal with the ground, swinging. The girls put their arms straight out, feeling the air run through their fingers. They rode it three times before they were too dizzy to keep going. Then they walked around the carnival games, digging up money to play for prizes. Natalie paid twenty bucks trying to get a purple lama stuffy. She did get it in the end. They all got something or other, and came home full of sugar and candy, dizzy, carting funny little stuffies and knick-knacks from the carnival games, and laughing together. Lily’s mom picked them up and drove them home, while they chatted about their favourite rides and how much fun they had, recounting the suspenseful story of how Natalie got her stuffed llama (with Natalie breaking in to say that the game was so totally rigged) until they got home.

Daily July 10
SQUID, FIRES, WORLD , CARLE, EARTH, BERTH

I sat in my berth, feeling the ship rock. Everyone else was asleep. That was basically the only thing to do here. I hate being on the submarine. Everyone was forced to go onto them, evacuating the earth, since the whole world is covered in raging fires. No one will tell us what happened, but everyone who has a single brain cell can tell that it’s not natural. I stand up, sliding my feet into my boots and pulling on my sweater. I don’t know where I’m going, just that I don’t want to keep sitting here. I walk down the hall, past the Captain, Carle’s, cabin at the end of the hall. I walk around the ship, through the mess hall, past the engine room. I don’t go in there. I hate it, with all the machinery, the dim light, the heat and the steam. It makes me even more claustrophobic. Yes, a claustrophobic girl is stuck on a submarine. I guess it could be worse. I just can’t think of anything worse. Right now. I’m trying so hard to be positive, but no one is around to watch me right now, to judge my tone and read my expressions, to decide that I’m whiny, or a trouble maker. I don’t know which is worse. I come to a door marked “do not enter” but I guess that no one is in there. I slip inside, and find that it’s the room at the front of the ship, and a whole wall is windows. I glance around, but there’s no one in there.

I walk to the window, pressing my palms against the cool glass. I can see into the water, the endlessness of it, stretching away. A school of silver fish darts past, light flashing off their silver scales. We start travelling over a trench, and I see a group of squid, each at least four feet long, gliding along beneath us. We travel past the trench, into deep open water. I stare as a bloom of glowing, almost transparent jellyfish bobs by. I know because I went to one of the sea life classes, out of boredom, that the glowing is called bi-o-loom-i-nes-since. We continue gliding steadily through the water. After a few minutes, we come alongside a whale, who is longer than we are! I stare into its giant, almost intelligent looking eye. I smile when I see the smaller whale, it’s baby, I suppose, swimming beside it. I decide that maybe a submarine wouldn’t be so bad, if I was allowed to sit here where it’s quiet all day, just watching the animals swimming, floating, flashing by.

Weeklies:

Weekly 1: 3281 words total, but that includes the notes… at least 3000 words for the writing

Weekly Part 1
character sheet 367 words
Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson books 1-5, Heroes of Olympus books 1-5)
Series continuing or ended? : ended, ended,

Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: straight
Species: half blood/demigod (1 human parent, 1 greek god parent)

Strengths: cares about his friends, powerful fighter, can talk to horses, can breathe underwater/control water/swim really well.

Weaknesses: can’t fly (in plane/etc) because Zeus would like smite him, tries to save his friends even when it ends up with him being injured… tries to do things by himself to protect them once in awhile, can be a little dumb about not knowing his greek/roman myths well enough. Impulsive. dyslexic.

General view on life (free, not hateful, hateful): not hateful

Tendencies:

Tends to be impulsive and maybe insult gods or powerful people, or challenge them or attack them…
Improving or staying the same? : Improving slowly? maybe?

Sometimes keeps secrets to protect people when he should tell them.
Improving or staying the same? : Improving quickly.

Picks fights he can’t win
Improving or staying the same? : Improving a little

Situations:

One of his friends gets hurt/captured/disappears/etc. :
Emotions: sadness, anger, a little vengeance, mostly determination to rescue/find/heal them.
Awareness of others (beside the friend): medium to little.
Next step: VERY EXTREMELY CRAZY PLAN that usually ends with him either being hurt too or rescuing them/healing them or both, usually both.
Outcome: usually at least one person gets hurt but eventually the first friend is rescued or healed.

Cryptic Prophecy about him is said :
Emotions: Annoyance. Determination, confusion, concern, more confusion.
Awareness of others: Usually a lot, lots of worrying. About everyone.
Next step: Attempts to save the world, not die, and protect everyone.
Outcome: Well, usually someone gets hurt and it ends up being extremely complicated, but thankfully he usually takes friends to help him so they don’t die - they only almost die .

Romantic struggles :
Emotions: sometimes don't notice when people like him, regret, anger, sadness, etc., depending on the situation.
Awareness of others: Some, because he cares (too much?) about everyone.
Next step: something sweet or something stupid
Outcome: usually they get back together because, like, it’s Percy and Annabeth… and yeah they’re kinda hopelessly in love.

Thank you to the person who wrote the workshop, I used your example as a base for my character sheet.

Scenario: 442 words
Percy runs through the caves, the only light coming from Riptide, the glowing celestial bronze sword in his hand. He breathes heavily, looking around. He’s pumped with adrenaline and his ADHD isn’t helping anything. The caves are shadowy, with many entrances, and for a moment it feels like he’s back in the Labyrinth. Annabeth yells somewhere, but the cave system makes it sound like it’s coming from everywhere. Percy runs down the tunnel in front of him, darting back and forth, trying to follow the sound. Suddenly, the floor drops and he falls into a circular cave. Hazel and Frank are there.
“Hazel’s trying to manipulate the tunnels to get everyone back here,” Frank says.
“Okay,” Percy says. His ADHD seems to be on high, and he shifts around, jumping at shadows. After a moment, Jason runs out of a tunnel that wasn’t there a moment ago, swinging his sword. He looks around and stops.
“Where’s Piper?” He asks.
“We don’t know,” Percy tells him. Annabeth and Piper both scream. A tunnel opens to their right, the sound coming clearly from it. Percy and Jason both leap over, racing down the tunnel. Percy tries to come up with a plan, but can’t think of anything. He wishes this were a river. Rivers he can do. But after being through both Tartarus and the Labyrinth, being underground is really not where he wants to be.

Suddenly they spill out into a large room. Annabeth and Piper are standing in a circle of monsters that Percy doesn’t recognize. It was hard to see them in the dim light. Annabeth had a gash on her shoulder and Piper’s leg was bleeding. Piper was trying to charmspeak the monsters. Annabeth was fighting them with her sword. Percy dove into the fray, while Jason hovered overhead, swooping onto the monsters. Percy slashed his way to Annabeth’s side. “About time, Seaweed Brain,” she told him. They fought together. A few moments later, Frank and Hazel appeared. Hazel came up next to Percy. “Percy, there’s water under this cave!” she yelled. He realized what this meant. “Get it up here!”
They formed a circle to hold back the monsters, which Percy still hadn’t gotten a good look at.
“What are these monsters?” He asked Annabeth.
“I don’t know!” she yelled. Suddenly, there was a bubbling and a spurt of water burst from the floor.
“Percy, send them down this tunnel!” Hazel yelled. Percy focused, felt the familiar pull in his gut and the water funneled around the monsters, sending them careening down the tunnel. Hazel opened a new tunnel to the surface, and they started the journey back up.

this doesn't happen in the books, but this would happen sometime in books 3-5 in the Heroes of Olympus series when for some reason they were in a cave…

Weekly Part 2
Piper Mclean: 108 words
Piper is a halfblood, the daughter of Aphrodite and Tristan Mclean, a movie star. She is part Cherokee first native. Piper spent a lot of her life getting in trouble without really knowing why, probably to get her dad’s attention since he always seemed to be absorbed in his life. She’s really pretty but she tried to make herself look less pretty. After going on a quest she started to accept herself more and she changed how she looked. She gained confidence in using her charmspeak, a power that lets her influence others. She is Jason Grace’s girlfriend. She wants to be useful and is learning her worth.

Jason Grace: 143 words
Jason is a halfblood, the son of Jupiter and Mrs. Grace, a mortal. His sister is a halfblood, Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus (so they have the same dad, but Thalia is Greek and Jason is Roman). He went to the Wolf House when he was very young. He spent four years at Camp Jupiter, where he was Praetor. Then his memory was stolen and he was sent on a quest to save Hera, along with Piper and Leo. Jason sees problems but sometimes can’t fix them. People have big expectations because he is a son of Jupiter. Sometimes he can’t live up to them, or he feels them weighing on him. Jason is learning to work as a team and that he doesn’t need everyone to depend on him. His girlfriend is Piper Mclean. Jason can fly and fight with a sword.

Piper: This scene is when Piper “steals” a BMW 300 words

I’m walking down the road when I see the car dealership. One of the cars on display is a brand new BMW. It’s pretty nice. I walk over to it. The dealer, who must think I’m a lot older than I am, comes over and starts the sales pitch for the car, talking about new features, and other car stuff that I don’t really listen to. When he finishes, I don't know why, but I say, “So, can I have the car?” He blinks, and then after a moment, he says, “Sure,” and hands me a car key.
I’m only 13, but I put the key in and drive the car a few blocks away, then abandon it. I don’t know why I even asked for it. I don’t know why I actually took it. I walk home and wait all day for my dad to get a call and for me to then get in trouble. It doesn’t come until a lot later than I expected. “A car?” my dad says with a sigh. He’s a movie star, so I guess I could probably have whatever I want but I don’t know, I didn’t really even want the car. I just sort of wanted it so… so that he might notice that I exist and I do stuff… I don’t really even know. I expect some sort of lecture or maybe to get grounded, but instead I’m just off to a new boarding school, apparently. I wish he would at least lecture me, like a real parent, instead of letting his assistant, Jen, buy me a ticket on the next jet away from him. It's a punishment in itself, being sent away, but I would prefer the lecture. I sigh and head off to whatever this “wilderness school” is.

Jason: this scene is Jason’s early years as a demigod 304 words

I was really little when I arrived at the wolf house, about 3 years old I guess. My mother drove me and Thalia there in the car, and told Thalia to wait for us in the car. Mother took me into the house and gave me to a wolf. Then the wolf, who was Lupa, took me away. Lupa trained me with the other pups. I knew that either I was a pup, or I was dinner, and the thin line between the two was that I had shown that so far I was strong enough to survive. We trained every day, and when I was strong enough and old enough, after I had completed all my training, Lupa sent me out to find the next place that I would live. I traveled for quite a while, fighting off monsters every step of the way, until I finally found Camp Jupiter. As a child of Jupiter, king of the roman gods, it seemed like everyone looked up to me, even when I joined the fifth cohort, the disgraced cohort of the 12th legion that had lost the golden eagle standard on their doomed quest to the arctic many years ago. I saw problems in the legion, but didn’t know how to change them - or didn’t have the position needed to make the change. Camp Jupiter runs so much on tradition, that some things seemed like they couldn’t be changed, no matter how much I wanted them to. And no matter how much I didn’t want the responsibility, I became higher and higher ranked. I was a good soldier, and add that to the fact that I was a child of Jupiter, and people seemed to think that I should be a praetor since I arrived at Camp. And eventually I did become a praetor.
I tried to elaborate on events that are described in the book, and if I copied too closely what the book said please let me know.

Weekly Part 3 902 words
I’m using OC, Crossover, and Highschool Tropes

Basic plot: Dex from KOTLC, and two OC’s, Elaine Scott and Sage Denver are going to high school when they are attacked by monsters.

Elaine sits at her desk and pulls out her pencil case, twirling her pencil absently because of her ADHD. She glances at the boy to her left, who is scratching his head. He has curly chocolate brown hair and matching brown eyes, and tan skin. He is wearing a slightly oversized green t-shirt and baggy jeans. The boy on her other side has straight, slightly tousled strawberry blonde hair and periwinkle blue eyes, and is fidgeting with some sort of gadget in his hands. Elaine opens her notebook and sketches her favorite thing: archery. Elaine has been shooting since she was 8, and she loves it. All her teachers say she has natural skill. The teacher introduces herself and then role calls. The curly haired boy is named Sage and the gadget boy is named Dex. She tries to remember the names of the other kids, but she’s pretty sure she’s hearing wrong when the last three boys are named Slam, Grave, and Rock. She decides that the first two are Sam and Dave, and that the third one just has a weird name. The start of the day goes by quickly. Elaine enjoys English and Art but isn’t a fan of math. Dex, who’s in math with her, is really good at it though. Sage seems to be average at everything, but he walks with a limp. Elaine almost blurts out “why do you walk like that,” but manages not to. ADHD can be annoying when she almost blurts out embarrassing things. Soon it’s time for lunch.

Everyone walks to the cafeteria. Elaine looks around for an empty table, but finds none. She sees a door labeled “Courtyard” she goes over to the cafeteria lady
“Excuse me, can you eat in the courtyard?” she asks.
“Yes, just come back inside by the bell,” she replies.
“Thanks,” She replies, and then slips out the door. The courtyard is wonderfully quiet, with two picnic tables, a large tree, and some empty garden boxes labeled “Science class”. Elaine sits at a table and opens her lunch bag. She pulls out her bologna - a word she never understands since it sounds like baloney and is spelt very differently - sandwich and starts to eat it, when the door opens and Sage and Dex come out.
“Hi,” Sage says, “Do you mind if we sit out here too? Dex is getting a headache in there,” he gestures to the door.
“Uh, yeah, that’s fine,” Elaine says. Sage and Dex both sit on the other side of the table, which at least they aren’t beside her but she still has to look at them. She pulls out her peach and her knife.
“Woah, you have a knife?” Dex jokes.
“Um, Yeah, It’s for the peach,” she replies, Cutting it into her bowl. She sprinkles sugar onto it.
“You eat salt on fruit?” He asks. “Sorry, that was a little rude. I’m ADHD so I say stuff that I think sometimes.”
“I’m ADHD too!” Elaine blurts, then adds, “and it’s sugar, I have a sweet tooth.”
“‘Kay, cool,” he says. She can’t tell what he’s eating, she guesses it’s from a different country, but doesn’t want to be rude and ask. She used to ask a lot of questions until people started calling her rude or nosey so now she just waits and watches and hopes that it will come up somewhere. Dex eventually puts away his food and starts fiddling with his gadget thing. Elaine can’t help it.
“What is that?” she asks.
“This is a special calculator. For math,”
“Do they let you use special calculators?”
“Um, I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to ask,” he said, frowning slightly. Then he smiled. “It’s a good thought, though!” Sage has just been eating his lunch. He’s eying his pop can like he wants to eat it, which is sort of a ridiculous thought.

They are heading to their lockers, when Sam/Slam, Dave/Grave, and Rock block their path. “You Smell Goood,” Sam/Slam says. Rock smiles sort of maliciously.
“Um, what?” Sage says nervously. He looks like he’s sweating.
“You are delicious, goat boy,” Dave says.
“Yummy goats,” Rock adds.
“Um, I’m not a goat,” Sage says, somewhat defensively.
“Hey, guys, I don’t know your deal, but like, that’s not cool. Sage isn’t a goat,” Dex says.
“Eat you all,” Rock adds helpfully.
“Um, Sam, Dave, that’s, uh, not very funny,” Elaine says, stepping back.
“Teachers,” Sam/Slam says. “Always say our names wrong.”
“Yeah,” Dave/Grave says. “It’s Slammer, Send to your Graves, and Rock Smasher.”
“Rock Smasher,” Rock adds.
“Um, okaaaay, we’re gonna go now, bye,” Sage says, and then says “Run,”
Elaine doesn’t wait, but sprints off down the hallway. Dex and Sage are beside her. The odd boys start chasing them. Sage leads them through the hallways and out into the parking lot. The boys burst out behind them. They seem to have grown to be 8 feet tall, though Elaine knows that that’s impossible. “Eat you!” bellows rock, running at Sage, who makes a sound like “Bla-ah-ah” and darts away. “Come on!” Dex says, Pulling Elaine towards the cars. They dart around them, then they run behind them as Sam does the impossible feat of throwing the cars. They hid inside a school bus. Suddenly, Sage appears. “Come on,” he says, and they follow him into the woods beside the school.

to be continued, eventually. Sage, Elaine, and Dex travel to camp half-blood (thankfully this is a school vaguely close to camp). Dex is a hephaestus kid and Elaine is an Apollo kid. Sage is a Satyr. I chose Dex because I think that he doesn't get a very big role in the KotLC series - he's there in the first books, but in books 4,5,6 he gets a smaller and smaller role in the plot. I haven’t read keeper in a little while so I hope I got a close enough portrayal of his character. Elaine and Sage are both OC's that I wrote specifically for this fanfic.

Weekly Part 4 423 words
Lily sits in a seat beside the window on the bus. It drive through the woods. The bus is packed with campers. Suddenly, they exit the woods into a parking lot with 15 buses in front of the Main Cabin. The campers file out, find their bags, and get told their cabins. Lily is excited to find out she’s in the mystery cabin. Once everyone is grouped into their cabins, with their wonderful leaders and around 29 other cabinmates, they head to their cabins. Walking around the main cabin, Lily takes in her first view of camp. A large mostly circular field opens up from the back porch of the main cabin. The field is surrounded by the woods, and by the cabins, which are set roughly evenly apart near the edge of the field. Each cabin has a unique appearance. Some are set further back in the woods, some more on the grass. They are painted different colours and each has elements that reflect its genre. Lily stops in front of the mystery cabin to take in all its details. It is set further back in the trees, with the door right on the edge, and is a shade of dark green that blends in with the trees, adding to the mysterious air. They enter the cabin. It has three main rooms: the main room, with comfy chairs and computers and notebooks to write with, and two camper rooms each holding around 15 campers in bunk beds. Each camper room has two bathrooms attached to it. Everyone introduces themselves and is very friendly. The schedule is relaxed - there are workshops and different activities that you can attend, and you can sleep in as long as you want, and choose which activities to do. The Mystery Cabin, after discovering a mysterious legend, sets off on a quest to find the mysterious lake monster. They travel through the forest and get to the edge of the mountains around the fifth day. Lily loves everything about camp - the people, the activities, the writing, the friendly competition. She loves the stories told each night around the campfire and the challenges (she tries to complete all of them) and everything else. At the end of the month, after the camp’s end, when everyone is heading home on the rowdy bus, exchanging emails and phone numbers, Lily takes one last look at the camp. She knows she’ll miss it, but she knows that it will be here next year, full of inspiration just waiting to become a story.

Lily, the main character, is based on me, but isn't an exact character depiction of me. I hope you like my portrayal of camp. I didn't really know how to portray the mystery cabin physically, so I just made it vaguely mysterious…

WEEKLY 3

Part 1

- Mountainous terrain
- Lots of waterbodies/rivers/lakes
- Small villages
- Not much water
- Land is symmetrical and arranged like a circle
- Magic is valued
- Magic is rare
- Magic is frowned upon, people with it are outcasts
- Everyone has black hair
- Healers are thought to be sorceresses
- The government is corrupted
- The rich are rich and the poor are poor - there is a large gap
- Soft magic system
- Small country
- Monarchy
- Work is important to poor, but parties are important to rich
- Society shames magic
- Everyone is vegetarian
- No real law system, sorta survival of the fittest
- Wolves are revered
- Wolves are feared
- The blood moon is a sign of evil
- The full moon is a good omen

- Mountainous terrain
- Lots of waterbodies/rivers/lakes
- Small villages
- Magic is rare
- Soft magic system
- Small country
- Monarchy
- Society shames magic
- Wolves are revered
- Wolves are feared
- The full moon is a good omen

215 words

The small country of Ameen is a mountainous land, the great peaks interspersed with many lakes and rivers that run through valleys and form ravines. The land is dotted with small villages, where the people live. The country is ruled by a monarchy, which resides in the capitol in the center of the country. The royals live there with the rich. The poor have little influence on the monarchy, and the monarchy only pays enough attention to send a few officials to the villages to enforce the laws, which are at least reasonable, since they have not been changed for centuries. The people both revere and fear the wolves that roam the forests, seeing them as symbols of power and magic. The full moon is considered a good omen, but those who are born on the night of the full moon are those sometimes gifted with the rare gift of magic. Magic is unpredictable and can be dangerous, so society shames those who have it, making them outcasts. Those with magic are not given any training, so they often cause damage when their magic gets out of control. Then they are banished to the forest. Unknown to the people, these banished are often taken in and trained by the wolves, who are ancient and magical.

457 words

I stare at my - the village from the safety of the trees, leaning against the trunk of the tree as I crouch on the wide branch. I can feel the power of the tree, even through my gloves. I watch through the window as my mo– the woman places the plates on the table. Her black hair brushes her shoulders. The child, a young boy, comes and places the wooden cups beside the plates. I watch the woman go to the door, open it, and kiss the large, broad shouldered man who enters on the cheek. Husband and wife. A girl comes into the room, and the four of them sit around the table. The perfect happy family. Without me. I don’t cry, I have cried already, I have cried all the tears away. I am stronger now.

They knew, of course, when I was born on the full moon. A blue moon, no less. I grew up normally. They had hope. Hope for a normal child. After all, the sister was normal as well. But it couldn’t last. I was only eight when it happened. We were in the garden and I grew the seeds into full grown plants in seconds. I wasn’t even trying. That was when I really became an outcast. My sister was not allowed to know of the power. I was told to control it, push it down, contain it. They didn’t understand that it was impossible. Then, when I was twelve, I almost destroyed our - my old home when I grew an oak tree through it. And so they banished me. Of course they did. It was the law, after all. That was how it worked in Ameen. The officials came to the site within moments. They are the only connection to us from the capitol, the distant monarchy in the center of our small country. We do not affect them at all. They and the rich are away, wrapped in their parties, in their riches, while we try to get by. At least the laws are fair. Except for those about magic. It is not our fault that they give us no training, expect us to know what to do, when we are only lost, scared children…

The officials threw me out the gate, no cloak, no possessions, and told me to leave. I ran far away, through the mountains and alongside the rushing rivers, until I finally stopped at the shore of a small lake. That’s where the wolves found me. They trained me, taught me to use my powers. Now they are my family. I have nothing left here, nothing here with these people, with this village. I turn away, slipping back through the trees. Never to return.

Other: start eventually xD.

Hi! My name’s JoJo, and this is my July 2022 SWC writing table of contents! Feel free to read my work, comment or critique on it, or just start up a convo! My cabin is Fairy Tales :)
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Evelyn • Writing Folder
“Evelyn, could I peek at your writing folder for SWC?” Shay asks, tilting her head slightly.
“Sure,” I replied. “It doesn't have anything yet; I can't wait to fill it in!” I smile at Shay, who's pretty much my best friend. “When are you going to sign up to SWC?”
“I don't know,” Shay answers me. “Well, I gotta go- good luck!”

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July 1

Shalom- I'm Evelyn! I use she/her pronouns, and I'm a proud member of the LGTBQ+ Community (being pans3xual and girlflux). If your wondering why I used ‘shalom’, I'm a PROUD jewish israeli teen! This is my second time in SWC, and guess what? I'm a second time poetry camper I ADORE fanfictions, so you can check out my ao3 (and the other one i can't say but has more that fanfics begins with a W) under sugarkoi or sugarkoii! My fandoms consist of One Direction, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Warriors, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and more! Feel free to ask. I especially enjoy darkkkk stories <3 My hobbies include: Volleyball (this season, we got first in silver for the finals!), drawing (I have a tapas account), writing, and reading, as well as working out. Umm… I really enjoy fantasy, and like I said, dark stories. Recently (yesterday), I read a wonderful story called ‘The Lovely Reckless’! Also a big recommendation is the ‘Malignant’ trilogy, by HappyDays1D (search on google to find). I am a super fast reader, I can easily read 900+ words per minute. Don't ask me how, but it's fun! To a happy session of SWC, bye!

July 5

I sat down, watching the night sky set up, darkening all my senses, casting shadows along the eyes of the young ones. I was Likolo ya Tongo, Dawn's Sky. For years about years my family, my group, they feared the night, and knew to rely on the sun and dawn to cast away the misery. So when I was named Likolo ya Tongo, our people rejoiced- finally, someone named after our greatest blessing! And you can probably imagine their fury when I turned my life's mission to preach about the night, how it is made for us to rest, they almost abandoned me.
Until I told them that we could escape the heat, escape almost everything in the night, but how we also needed to use the night for us, to get rest for our bodies. In a blink of an eye, everything was to my favor- “Likolo ya Tongo, teach them about this!” “Teach them about that, Likolo ya Tongo!”
And so today, I had a little class to teach- a class with my story, my history.
“Now, let me tell you a proverb- a simple one, yet I still based my idea upon it. ‘However long the night, the dawn will break.’ On with my story, ” my 58-year-old hands began to shake. “I was a youngling, even younger than you, when I recieved my name. I was, upon, 3. Yes, in my day, we waited for the perfect name.
”We shall call her Likolo ya Tongo! Dawn's Sky!“ Our people burst into antics, estatic. ”Yes, Dawn's Sky! Our Savior!“
I'd like to believe that I did save our clan in some way, teaching about how this class is beneficial. After all, this is the last session for you, is it not? And haven't you learned so much, about how we use night to sleep, to recharge our bodies, to hunt and to gather? Anyways, they raised me to learn how much the night was dangerous, how much the day was wonderful. Yet I yearned for the night. For the cold air, in winter, the cold snow, to push me around; I loved the night, and there was nothing they could do.
”So they strove to abandon me. Everytime I went to do a task, they'd give it to someone else. I got exactly zero tasks. Because I wasn't doing any work, they could say I was lazy, and could kick me out. Until I shared my knowledge. That's it."

July 8 Daily 472 words

“Do you want to come to prom with me?” Those nine words, probably spoken out by whim, came out of my best friend's mouth.
“Liam- I- wouldn't it be better to go with Tiff?” It was known to Tiff and me, yet not Liam, that we both loved him. And to me, it seemed that Tiff was a better fit. Tiffanye Haeli Menul was your perfect girl. She got straight A's, had the perfect perm and manicure, and was the sweetest thing. It always surprised people that even though we had the same love interest, we were the closest- we would never pull dirty tricks on one another to get Liam.
I was the girl with the plain brown hair and regular, ordinary brown eyes, always wearing faded and slightly frayed clothing. Tiff wore the most up-to-dates, trending clothing. So, of course, I had to make sure that Liam would only pick Tiff, because she was made for him, obviously.
“No, you're the one for me,” he touched my forehead.
I said that outloud?
“Yeah, love, you did,” he gives me a lopsided grin. “I love Tiff, but as a friend. C'mon, Amelia! It'll be fun!”
“LIAM PAYNE, YOU BETTER NOT BE PRESSURING THE GIRL!” I giggled softly as I head Mrs. Payne yell at Liam. This so-called “yelling” was a often occournance, happening every time Liam even tried to do something with Tiff or I. “SHE IS FIFTEEN AND HAS HER OWN WILL, YOUNG MAN!!”
Of course, this triggered us to both burst out laughing, and he even fell off of his bed. I could hear Mrs. Payne stomping up the stairs, but there was no going back now; we were both laugh-crying and rolling around.
“Hello Amelia dear- what the- you know what, I'm not going to ask.” She huffs. I flash her a weak thumbs up, then continue rolling with laughter. While her eyes twinkled, she shook her head and muttered,
“Well, at least tell her, Liam.” She then shut the door quietly, and seemingly disappeared. I froze, and his laughter died down so quickly I could have imagined it.
“Liam?” I prompted, giving him a chance to explain. He pulled himself onto the bed, and placed a hand over my shaking ones.
“I'm hoping to try out for the X Factor,” he said. I gave a shrill, strangled cry. “It's part of the reason I asked you to prom- I want to enjoy every moment I can with you, babe.”
“Then of course I'll go,” I said, and pecked him on the cheek. We hugged, before my phone rang.
“Well, that's my mom- wanna walk with me home?”
“Yes.” He grabbed my bag, and we quickly arrived at my house.
He pulled me into his chest, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I murmured into the fabric.

July 27 I did other dailies on my phone, and on paper :D

We all love one cabin during SWC (Scratch Writing Camp): Fan-fi. Now, I'm sure you're asking, “Why?” The answer is so simple, you'll start hitting your face - to reach your brain - with your computer, phone, iPad, or whatever else you are on. When you write in the amazing genre of fanfiction (fan-fi), you can make up new characters to add to plots, rewrite plots (let's say someone died- well, in your fanfiction, they sure aren't dead anymore!), and so much more! And if you dislike that a character ends up marrying someone, let's use Haikyuu!! as an example: you really hate the fact that Tanaka ends up with Kiyoko, you can write that he ends up with Nishinoya Yuu, or someone else! This is one of the many reasons why Fanfiction is one of the best genres.

But how come the fact that fanfiction is the best genre equals that the Fan-Fi (or Fan-Cri) is the best cabin? Well, for one, it's in the name! If something awesome is in something else, the “something else” should be awesome too, right? Not that it always happens.. but in this case, yes! Fan-fi has, like all the other cabins, “in-cabin,” or, “cabin” dailies/weeklies. This means you can practice writing fanfiction- and get Fan-fi's money system- Anomalies (❃)!

The Fan-fi cabin's leaders are also part of the reason Fan-fi is doing well- nice job, Wari, Katie, Willow, Lukatie, Clem, and Hope (now I do ask why the Birdi do you have six leaders/co-leaders)! They are probably leading their campers (yet another reason why they are high on the board!) in fantastic way. Not only this, all of the six leaders have unique personalities, promoting, sub-consciously, better cooperation, because it means more people can so-called “feel the same” as a leader/co-leader.

Altogether, these factors, and more, make up what makes the Fan-fiction cabin the best cabin in SWC.

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Word War #1 (UTC July 7) against @-BookAdvice- Words: 93

And torched me, letting the cool yet warming flames burn off my clothes. Unfortunately for him, I was a goddess, and a very powerful one at that. How dare he try to shame me with my body?
“Ithliea,” I mutter, my spell going out the second it touched my lips. “YOU pervert! Don’t you ever do that again!” Jumping up, I slapped him in the face, growing to a bigger size.
“Afaerati!” Thick bonds erupted from my hands, and he was soon covered.
I lept down, and gave Hades a hug, “Where’s mother?”

This one is a continuation of a Word War against someone last session

Word War #2 (UTC July 8) against @–Kitti-Kat– Words: 143

There are many different types of magic levels. Every person gets a trinket, anything from a necklace to a charm, that, when opened, sends out a mist and covers your body with tattoos (depending on what you decided at age five). My personal tricket is a locket, and every time I open it, dozens of tattoos ink my arms, legs, and chest. My personal favorite is a Adriahan’s name inked along the inside of my thigh, with flowers sprouting down along my left leg. The flowers range from orchids, daisies, to daffodils and fancy vegetation. The word ‘Lovely’ is etched onto the back of my neck above a pair of small angel wings- for my sister, Ahai’Lao, who passed when I was three. And, like I said, even more tattoos, reminding me of my culture with every glance. It was perfect, for me.

Word War #3 (UTC JUly 27) against @Sandy-Dunes Words: 135

We were once something everyone wanted to be part of, the golden couple. We were the leaders of everything, you of the baseball team and I of the Volleyball Varsity team. We had so much in slight common: with us l0ving standing out. Who cared about everyone else, if we only actually needed us? Who cared about titles, if we l0ved each other? Why would we even need to spare a glance at the rum0rs, or the mim1mcs? We were perfect just the way we were, weren't we? But then you, you, the perfect one, decided to break things off with me. You, not me. And when people asked? My friends, your friends? It was, you blamed, me. Me, and only me. What did I do to you except l0ve you? What did I do?

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Weeklies
Week #3: Fantasy

(☆▽☆) Sage's Writing Thread (☆▽☆)
Main Cabin Dailies


(AGH I accidentally deleted my dailies)

July 25th

July 30th

Idiom: Go on a wild goose chase

“Is it really worth it Amber?”
Jade stared at Amber, her arms crossed, “I mean, all the geese did to you was quack a few times and scare you. What’s the point in chasing them? You don’t even know where they are now.” Amber stood up from the grass, looking over the horizon intently looking for something, “There they are,” Amber said, pointing at the pond, “And to answer your question, yes, it is worth it, and that’s not all they did, my mom told me that last week they kept coming to our backyard.” With that, Amber sprinted off in the direction of the pond. Jade sighed before picking up her things and following Amber. When she wasn’t far behind, she yelled to Amber, “So what are you going to do once you reach them? Yell at them?” Amber stopped, “I’ll just scare them a little, make sure they don’t come over again.” Jade stared at her sister in confusion, “And how do you plan to scare them? They scared you just by quacking. What do you plan to do?” Amber paused before answering, “Well, I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see.” Before even finishing her sentence, she ran off once again, except this time faster than Jade has ever seen. Of course, Jade began to run after her again. Just as Jade began to run out of breath they both reached the group of geese, as soon as the geese saw two little girls running fast at them they all got up and ran. Jade stopped but Amber continued to run after them, it was a chase, all the geese ran as if they just robbed a bank and were fleeing the crime scene. After a few minutes, Amber was too tired from how much she ran and collapsed on the grassy field, now even with how much she chased them that night she saw a few of them sneak into their garden.


Real-Fi

You stare at the large, white doorway before walking up the granite stairs. You swing open the heavy door, the place is clean, six to eight kids run in front of you, laughing, then they enter the closest doorway next to you with the sign “Main Cabin”. You head over to the desk in the middle of the hall where someone stands behind, typing into their computer, “Excuse me do you know where room “749” is?” You ask, the lady behind the counter looks up slowly, “Second to the right.” They say in a tired and annoyed tone. You thank them before following their instructions and enter the gray door leading to a large room.

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Cabin Wars Writing

Boom! The workers were back. The basement of our house had started renovation last week, after fully taking out the walls the construction workers had begun hammering, loudly. My head felt like a million bees were living in my head every time they came over. I had been sitting at my desk, twirling my pencil in my hand as I stared at the numbers and variables of my math homework. I had heard the door creak open but didn’t think much of it until I heard feet pounding on the stairs. My heart sank as all hope of going to Rowan’s house this afternoon disappeared. Mom was at work and told me whenever someone else was at the house she wanted me to stay there, to make sure they didn’t steal or something.
I stuffed my half-finished homework into my backpack and just as I was about to zip it up I saw something. A corner of cream-colored paper was folded into fourths and sat tightly in my binder. I pulled it out, examining the creased beige note. Unfolding it carefully I fell back into my chair and read the words I miss you.

“Rowan!” Was the first thing I said when I heard the click of the phone showing that Rowan had joined. “Why’d you put that in my binder?” I exclaimed, who else could have done it, but I miss you? Why would they write that? “What?” Rowan asked oblivious to my confusion “The note! Rowan, what does that even supposed to mean?” Rowan was silent for a few seconds before answering “Avery, I have literally no idea what you're talking about.” I sighed, they said it so seriously I knew they couldn’t have been lying. “Oh, alright, sorry for bothering you, I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I said and left the call.
Mom came around eight tonight, she had brought a pizza from the store next door and sat down at the table with me. “You’ll never believe who I got a call from today.” She said, breaking the silence after taking the first bite of her pizza. “Who?” I looked up from my plate curiously. “Kara.” I dropped my pizza in surprise. “Really?” I asked excitedly. Mom smiled widely, “She said she wanted to visit us, she told me she missed us.” I froze, I miss you, but that’s impossible, Kara was halfway across the country and the last time I saw Kara was two years ago when she left for college. We ate the rest of dinner silently but I could barely keep my excitement in as I thought longingly to see my sister again.

Rowan showed up at my locker a few minutes before the first period bell. “What was that call last night?” Rowan asked, confused, as I pulled my biology book out of my locker. “Nothing,” I mumbled, blushing “I was just confused that’s it.” Rowan shook their head slightly before following me to biology. I had met Rowan when I was in fourth grade, Kara had taken me to an LGBTQ+ support meeting for kids and teens she was going to with her girlfriend and decided to take me along. It was mostly kids around eight to sixteen there but me and Rowan were the only nine-year-olds there. I remember how we had gone in a circle and said our names, our pronouns, and gender identity. Rowan had said that they were nonbinary and used they/them pronouns. That was the first time I had heard those words and I remember asking Kara loudly afterward. She had told me off and said not to be rude, but I wasn’t trying to be rude I just wanted to know what it meant. Later when everyone separated into their own groups and began talking to their friends I went to see Rowan who had come alone and at first had been standing in the corner of the room by themself awkwardly. We began to talk, I had never seen them at school before and they told me they went to private school. Back then I had never met anyone who had gone to a private school before and was astounded by how normal they seemed. On TV shows the private schools were always for people who were smarter than everyone else and would always brag. But Rowan wasn’t like that. They were nice and friendly and were always there for me.

I opened to the fiftieth page of my book as I slipped into my seat. It was in the back left row, perfect so I’d never get called on. I flipped a few pages forward and then there it was, the crumpled beige paper folded, but I had thrown the other one aways so what was this-
Where are you? I let out a silent gasp as I read the black, slanted words that sat in the middle of the paper. It felt like hundreds of dull needles pressed against my body until finally the bell rang and Mr. Banis stood up in front of the class.

Kara was going to get to the airport at nine in the evening today, mom had been softly shaking for the past hour, she had been rubbing her hands and her knee had been jiggling up and down. The drive to the airport was tense, it seemed we were both too nervous to say anything. The flood of cars swam out of the parking lot as another wave fought to try and get in. After about twenty minutes of horns blowing, mom screaming at cars, and cars swerving to save themselves we finally slipped into a little spot in the parking lot.
As I stood up a little piece fell to the ground, as it fell it landed on the right side with the words, I want to see you again I gasped, at first I tried not to think much of it but now the notes are getting creepy and I feel like something might actually happen. Mom knocked on the window getting my attention and her patience running this, I grabbed the note and shoved it into my coat pocket.
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What I remember the most of that day was that it was wet, and I mean buckets of pouring rain, trees getting ripped out wet. It was the middle of April in Maine, school had just started when the intercom turned on. “Attention all, teachers, students, and staff, this is not a drill, due to severe weather concerns the school is going under lockdown, please proceed to your assigned rooms.” That was the first day ever, probably in the history of the whole school, when neither the principal nor vice-principal were present. Obviously everyone began panicking, they were trying to look out the windows which poor Mr. Branick was trying to close. I wish I could say I was acting safe and immediately followed the directions, sadly instead I was trying to contact my sister while at the same time trying to look out the window. My sister, Jessie, also went to the same school but all her classes back then were downstairs, unlike me who had to climb three flights of stairs each day just to get to first period. She was two years younger than me but looked like she could just as well pass as my identical twin. We both had the same frizzy auburn orange hair, pale skin, some brown freckles sprinkled along our cheeks and nose, and gray-ish and green eyes. Finally, after Mr. Branick yelled for the first time ever this year everybody lined up and walked down to the first floor.
We were there for more than three hours, we had to sit on our knees covering our heads with our hands and also try not to pass out from the smell of the person next to me who had forgotten to put on deodorant that morning. Now maybe you’ve never been in this situation before but I’m sure you can imagine how it feels when around fifty eighth graders are having to stay together in one room for three-stinking hours. Finally, after hours of muffled giggles, teachers scolding us to keep our heads down, the intercom clicked on again and the voice of the schools secretary announced “All students are to go back to their classrooms and continue with their day, teachers please check your emails for any new and/or announcements.”

The fog hung right above the ground leaving a white light hanging through the neighborhood. The sun was obstructed by the dark gray clouds making the early morning dark and gloomy. Dew sat on the dry, yellow grass as bugs began to come out into the wet, warm air.
The storm roared as loudly as church bells that echo throughout the small town. Trees whipped around like the inflatable tube men that stood in front of all the car shops.
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Weeklies

First
Word Count: 2777
Part 1

Luz Noceda - Character Sheet (Season 1 - Season 2 ep 8)

Pronouns: She/They
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Human
Strengths: Cares about their friends, optimistic, kind, and caring.
Weaknesses: Can be too loyal to her friends, and often risks many things to do what they think is right. Very gullible and always thinks the best of people even when they might be putting other people in danger. People pleaser. Often bites off more than she can chew.
General View on Life: Not Hateful
Tendencies: - Often acts hastily without thinking her plan through and risks many things to protect the people they care about.
Improving or Staying the Same: Improving slowly
Tends to be manipulated and falls for tricks often
Improving or Staying the Same: Staying the same
Can act rashly and not think about the problems of what she does could cause
Improving or Staying the Same: Improving very slowly
Relationships:
Family (Biological): Camila Noceda (Mother) Mr. Noceda (Father (deceased))
Family: Eda Clawthorn (parental figure(?) King (pet-ish)
Romantic: Amity Blight (Girlfriend)
Friends: Willow Park (close friend) Gus Porter (close friend) Hunter (enemy/friend)
Enemies: Emperor Belos

Scenario: your character is invited to two events but can only attend one of them

“So will you come?” Willow asked Luz as they stood outside Hexside School of Magic and Demonics. Willow had invited Luz to her birthday party, Willow had decided to only invite Luz and Gus as she still wasn’t sure about Amity, but Luz was still very excited to attend her party tomorrow at five. “Of course, I’m coming! I’d never miss your party!” Luz paused before continuing. “But Willow, have you maybe reconsidered about not inviting Amity? I mean I thought you guys had gotten closer, now that me Amity are… you know.” Willow sighed, “Luz, I know that you and Amity are close now, but I still worry sometimes that she might suddenly change again, and anyway I want the three of us to have a special night, just us. Luz nodded slowly as she began to head toward the Owl House.

Luz sat in their room playing with glyphs when Hooty decided to scream in her ear. “LUUUZZ! AMITY IS HERE!”
“AAH! Hooty! You can’t just do that to people.” Luz jumped up and brushed her clothes off before sprinting down the stair toward the front door. Luz swung the door open revealing Amity standing in front of it holding a card.
Amity blushed before handing the card to Luz and saying, “My parents are forcing me to go to a party, some sort of work party, conference. It’s going to be really boring and I totally understand if you don’t want to come because I don’t want to come but if you do then-” Amity began to ramble but Luz interrupted her. “Sure! I’d love to come!” Amity stood there flustered “Oh, well thank you, there’s more information on the card, I’ll, I’ll see you there.” As Amity left Luz opened the card and saw, “Tomorrow at five, my house”

Eda and King sat on the couch as Luz paced around the living room of the Owl House. “I mean I have known Willow better longer, and I’m one of the two people she invited so if I don’t go then it’ll just be her and Gus, and well… But Amity and I are now, well, together and if I don’t go she’ll be bored and I don’t want her to be bored by herself. Maybe if I find some spell that can make me go fast then I’ll be able to go to both and-” Eda finally interrupted her, “Look, kid, it’s just one night, if you just tell one of them you’re busy I’m sure they won’t be too offended.” Luz sighed loudly before sinking down to the floor and lying down. “But then they’ll know that I chose one of them over the other.”

Part 2
Son of Neptune | Heroes of Olympus
Hazel and Frank

Hazel Character Voice

Hazel is very strong-willed and very caring about all her friends. She always makes sure everyone who she cares about is safe and tries very hard to protect them. Being born in the 1930s Hazel can be flustered by some romantic gestures and people cursing. As the “youngest” demigod of the 7 Hazel is often overlooked as weak but when pushed is extremely powerful and could take down almost anyone she wants. Hazel has also been through a lot from a young age, including herself dying and being brought back to life. At Camp Jupiter, she was a part of a disgraced Cohort, and being a child of Pluto she was bullied and told she was weak. Now with people who actually care about her and believe in her Hazel is a very powerful demigod.

Frank Character Voice

Frank has been described as a “koala bear with muscles” by Hazel and “a baby sumo wrestler” by Leo. Frank never wants to be on anyone's bad side but always puts himself down always thinking he’s not good enough. When he was young his mother died in the war leaving him with his grandmother who always thought he wasn’t good enough to be his mother's son. When he was born his life was tied to a stick so if the stick burns he burns. He’s had a crush on Hazel basically since he came to Camp Jupiter and she was the first person he trusted enough to share his secret about his life.

Hazel’s Perspective
(I hate what I wrote)
Of course, we got the entrance protection shift again, we had already stood there for two hours and as usual, barely anything except for a few birds interrupted us. This shift is probably the least favorite shift amongst Camp Jupiter, all the cohorts hate so they collectively decide to always throw the fifth cohort at it. Whenever I do it I almost always get along with Frank except for one time when I got paired with Dakota “the Koolaid vampire” I don’t really know what I think about Frank, he’s kind of like a big soft bear that has tough skin. It was quite obvious that he had a crush on me and I suppose I kind of felt the same. I mean at least he’s different from literally everyone else at Camp Jupiter and doesn’t treat me like I’m some clueless pet left on the street for them. They had been silent for at least half an hour both lost in their thoughts until I broke the silence, “Would be nice if they at least gave us a fire,” I said with a breathy laugh, rubbing my hands on my shoulders. “Yeah, fire, Hazel I need to tell yo-” Frank began to say until he was interrupted by a noise in front of them. A boy probably around fifteen-sixteen appeared in front of them carrying an old lady on his back? He ran fast despite carrying someone who was very probably heavier than him, Frank and I stood there frozen, for a minute until we saw something else cross the horizon, Gorgons. My heart stopped, I paused for only a second before turning to Frank who had begun to ready his bow aiming for the Gorgan. “Wait! Don’t shoot!” The boy yelled raising his hands, did he think we were shooting at him?

Frank’s Perspective

Gods, she’s beautiful I looked over at Hazel, she was standing on the opposite side of the entrance, she was wearing full armor and her curly hair was pushed into a cavalry helmet but I could still clearly see her golden eyes looking over the highway. I know most people despise front protection shift but I’m fine with it, the worst part of it is probably that I was always do it with Hazel, now don’t get me wrong I love- wait not love, I like- uh I just, I think she’s a cool person, but it also means that I have to stand there for hours wanting to tell her my secret and yet never getting the nerve to do so. “Would be nice if they at least have us a fire,” Hazel finally said breaking the silence. Suddenly I felt the pocket holding the piece of wood that held control of my life feel like it was set ablaze, I gasped, my arm flug to my pocket but when it reached the piece of firewood I felt nothing, it was normal not even warm. “Umm… so, yeah, fire, Hazel I need to tell you so-” Screams sounded from across the highway, both Hazel and I paused confused at the scene happening in front of us. Behind the highway stood a boy wearing a worn down ripped orange shirt, he looked back at the two GORGONS behind him, that wasn’t even the strangest thing, on top of the boys back was an old hippie lady, what was happening? I was the first to unfreeze, pulling an arrow from my back I readied it and pulled the string back aiming above the boy’s head at the gorgons. “Wait! Don’t shoot!” The boy yelled raising his arms, but I wasn’t aiming for him.

Part 3

Backstory fic
Alternate Universe (AU) fic
Established Relationship

In this fanfiction about The Owl House Luz, Amity, Willow, and Gus are transported to the mortal world, Luz is excited but knows it’ll only be for a short time. Worried about what her mom would think if she showed up for a bit and then disappeared again Luz decided to instead show her friends around town.

The sun blinded Luz as she stumbled, falling on her back, Amity soon came after her followed by Willow and Gus. Amity fell onto Luz her face landing less than a foot away from Luz’s face. They both blush before Amity stands up and reaches out a hand to help Luz up. Willow and Gus struggle before standing up and joining Luz and Amity on top of the hill they had fallen onto overviewing a small town.
“Where are we?” Willow asked finally her breath as she eyed the billboard in front of them promoting the new iPhone. Luz paused before answering.
“Home”

All three of Luz’s friends stared at her in shock, “Well my home, I’m not entirely sure how we got here but I think it must have been because of Emperor Belos.” Luz explained slowly. Gus started to squeal, “You mean we’re in the mortal world?!? The creator of french fries!? The new home of the giraffes?!” He began to jump around trying to eat up everything he could possibly see. He continued to talk about all the things he wants to try and eat and see. Amity pulled Luz to the side and asked, “Luz, why did Belos transport us here? I mean isn’t he trying to figure out a way to the mortal world, if he’s able to get us here then why didn’t he just come here himself? What does he want us to do? What does he want from you?” Amity grabbed Luz’s hand nervously waiting impatiently for answers. Luz pursed her lips, They wondered what Eda was probably thinking now that Luz was gone, did she think Belos kidnapped them? Or maybe she hadn’t noticed yet. “I wish I knew. I remember Belos saying how `I’ll be the key to his success` I really don’t know, but we won’t figure anything out on this hill.” Luz turned to Gus who was telling Willow about everything that he had read about hamburgers and how much he wanted to try one. “Well, what do you think? How about I give you a tour of my home.” Luz announced as they headed down the grassy hill.

Oh gosh, what will Mami think if she sees me? Again? She already lost me twice, what will she think if she finds me and loses me a third time? They reached the town square, it was busier than most times Luz came here but she was still able to show all her friends where they had lived for the past fourteen years. “-And there’s the library, there’s the hotdog stand, Gus we can get you one later if you want, and… there’s th- the cemetery, uhh and there we have the bench, yep, the very special bench.” Luz paused losing some of her excitement, while trying to show the town Luz’s eyes had fallen to see their father’s grave. Amity looked at her in a worried way, she put her hand on Luz’s shoulder, “Luz, are you okay? Do you want to talk?” Luz looked at her then Willow then Gus who was only half paying attention as he eyed the pigeons sitting on the street. Willow kicked him and he came back to the conversation. They all sat down looking at Luz as she looked down staring at the grass. Slowly she began to talk, “I was just thinking, I finally got home again and I’m actively trying to avoid mami and she’s all alone without me or my dad. Does that make me selfish?” They were all silent for a second until Willow piped up, “No, you’re not selfish if not you are probably the most selfless person I’ve ever met, human or witch.” Luz looked up falling into Willow’s arms as she reached them out to hug her. Amity nodded, “Luz,” she paused and sighed before continuing, “You’re not selfish to avoid your mom to protect her life, I know how much you want to see her and I know that you’re scared Belos might hurt her because of you, that’s the opposite of selfish.” Gus nodded, “Yeah! You’re just trying to protect your family! Luz, you’re awesome!” They all hugged Luz before Luz stood up and finished showing them the place she grew up.

Part 4

Thank You @Dawn_Camps / @Spire- / @23BraveHeart / @TWILIGHT_A for giving me permission to put them in my fanfiction.

The sun rose over the mystery cabin’s tall forest as the bell sounded through SWC waking everyone up. The mystery cabin woke up slowly, tired but still excited to see the new activities and enjoy camp with the rest of the campers. Mystery was one of the cabins that were mostly filled with night owls, most of them awake at midnight waiting impatiently for the new daily to come. But slowly with groans the Mystery cabin woke up and headed over to the main cabin. Campers from all sides walked over as a group all their leaders and co-leaders in the front of each cabin. In the middle of camp a large building stood a large sign hung from it, “Main Cabin Hall”
One cabin at a time all fifteen cabins swam in each camper taking a seat at a table. I didn’t really know anyone so I went and sat down at the first table I saw. After a minute or two someone joined me. She had dark brown hair, nearly black with red highlight, her hair fell right past her elbows. She looked at me smiling, “I’m Dawn,” Her eyes darted up from the table to me, back and forth. “Hey, I’m Sage. Nice to meet you!” I smiled, at least now I wasn’t completely alone. Dawn opened her mouth put was interrupted by the announcement of mango muffins for breakfast. After a few minutes of hassle as all the campers came up to get breakfast, Dawn and I sat back down at the table but were soon joined by two other people. “Hi! I’m Twi!” Said the girl with glasses and black hair, “This is Sparrow,” Twi said nodding her head at the other girl standing next to her. Sparrow waved and they both sat down across me and Dawn.

“-and that is why passion fruit juice is the best juice flavor!” Sparrow finished saying as she finished the last sips of her juice. Twi, Dawn and I laughed at how passionate Sparrow seemed about the topic. “So then why is the most full one at the breakfast table?” Twi joked lightheartly. Sparrow rolled her eyes at her, “Anyways… Any other topics you want my opinion on?” Sparrow smiled but before she could say anything else Twi interrupted her, “Just whatever you do, do not, do not mention anime around her.” Twi laughed and Sparrow joined her. Suddenly someone else appeared carrying a tray of food, “Hey, I’m Brave, do you mind if I sit here?” All three of us nodded and I moved over to give her room to sit. “So, is the food here mangoes often?” Brave asked and all four of them burst into laughter.


Second

Sunday 8:07 PM Log

Detectives found the SWC storage shed completely ransacked, and the holder of all hundreds of mangoes had been broken into. The group of detectives mostly made of Mystery campers have not found any evidence yet. All campers are in pure shock at the theft of the main idea of SWC. Here’s a note from the lead detective:


Third

Fourth

here's my writing from november 2021 :D
here's my writing comp entry :DD

if any, the weeklies will be linked under here:
weekly one ! https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6437194/
weekly two ! https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6462585/
weekly three ! https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6479272/
weekly four ! https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6488491/
(ALL OF THEM WOO )
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DAILIES: (missed: dailies 9-13 + 15) (i was away, as in, had an expedition, then i was recovering from being away)

1st july:

ayup! i'm fari- and i'm in script! i'm quite shaken by techno's death at the moment so i'll just be subtle. this is my second swc session, and i decided to join as the holidays happen at the end of july so i'll be able to write more for myself in july sessions:.) i'm also super excited to meet new people, because i made some friends last session, and i hope to do the same this time as well

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2nd july:

The multitudes collide in a tundra and hurl upon the fathomed- honey coated words sealed in what would be known as Technoblade’s last supper. “So, let’s have a chat” he said, as the world remained poised into the sudden reality taking grasp onto their conscience, their own fear- peril- destructive mindset cascading into a whirlwind of unconscious subconscious thinking and pondering and wishing that- it wasn’t over, it couldn’t be- it had only just started- and now, it couldn’t be it! The grasp of reality fading and eructing from the dear viewer’s grasp, reality dawning upon them like a blissful retreat from anyone’s own joy, billowing, as the light wave of sea absorbs the viewer whole, then crashes down with impeccable force.

The viewer reaches for his hands, cupping them, holding them out and gazing as the mighty whirlwind of emotion and grief paralyses them and then reach out and they call out, “To God we belong and to God we shall return”. Then, it all went black.

The viewer would take his hands and wrap them around his face, biting back the string of tears and emotion and just bitter solitude they have been facing in their ever-encompassed love for Techno, and his content, and his humour and his care for us all.

We then collapse, the page of our lives torn straight through from the middle to the end as we cry, cry for everything and everyone we’ve met and known just because of the community, the light given to us by Technoblade, and we observe the solitude of wanting him back so desperately. Maybe, maybe another livestream, maybe another 4/4 stream, maybe a charity bell being rung, maybe the sell-out timer; the E’s, the /rainbowchat’s, the BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD’s, the TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES’s, the NERD’s or CRINGE or L’s, just- we wanted chat back, we wanted a king to return from the lion’s den and give us our unity back, our sole reason to keep watching him over and over and over. Gone. Gone forever, never to come back.

The grief hits us, the viewer, all his chat, thousands of meaningful, and ignorant, individuals across the globe. The globe unites us all, takes our hand, let us unite in silence, as we all cry for what we have lost and what we can’t lose again, because we loved Techno, and we loved his content and his smile, and his jokes and we’ll never get it back; but Technoblade Never Dies. The crowd pours forth and makes fanart, jokes about him, writes their soul out to leave a short message with his eulogy. Exactly, the reason why Technoblade Never Dies, because one can only die, if one stops remembering them. Technoblade can never be dead, because thousands of people uphold his legacy with their own future, continuing to love him throughout the rest of their lives. Post mortem, Technoblade numquam morium.

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3rd july:

Usually, there’s people in my life who tend to swarm me with love, affection, care, consideration. Ones, like my parents’, sibling, the lot; and I’m someone who cares, about helping them, who cares about, their validation. But that’s ever so much to ask if I can’t help myself.

Putting myself before others has been a pivotal part in my life, something all experiences and all- conjectures of travel I take upon myself to witness must experience to some regard. I’m abstract, I write, abstract if I were to entail about myself, primarily because I find it hard to write with certainty about the way I conduct myself in my life, but also because of the help I give others. I care about how others feel but- I’m so abstract it’s hard to tell others about how I truly feel. All those nights I spend wasting away at my computer screen, with the rotting feeling that someone in my household needs me, subsides into my own forgot. They care, and I care, and I try to help! This singular time, we were outside, trying to fit cameras around the household and- I was with my father. He had a ladder, a very- very long ladder, and it was my job to take hold. I held on, so sturdy, but my father looked at me and went, ‘you don’t understand anything’ with ‘you’re doing the opposite of everything I tell you to do’. This is because I take the interpretations of what had been said, and use them in my life, despite how backward-minded it prevails me to be, despite how wrong the interpretation can even turn out! Because I look around and I see people, who need help, and I feel nothing. Nothing, inevitably because I can’t feel myself. Emotions are hard, hard to explain, hard to even feel because I am stoic. I adopted the stoic lifestyle in 2020, and it has since changed nearly every aspect of my character, shell of how ruthless and egoistic I was, to- nothing. I feel nothing. I would walk through chapters where I take the hardest and most life-determining exams and I would feel nothing. Sure, helping people is fantastic, ever beneficial to populations and myself, and earns me reward in front of God, but every act of help, I feel nothing.
(( I started the weekly today :.D ))

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4th july: (sorry, it doesn't make much sense, I was quite tired.)

;; vague

“I can’t understand the flipping question? What the flip is this? I’m staring at a void with no holes at either end, I can’t escape, I can’t return, I can’t time travel, I’m messing up!” Aurelian wailed, eyes poised at an empty delusion, she clearly can’t see what this is, but she also doesn’t care.
“It’s maths? What’s so hard about maths, its just an accolade of primary school lectures into a sheet of reckoning,” Fitzwilliam retorted, glaring right over Aurelian’s face, eyes fixed with wonder.
“Well,” Aurelian began, “You may say that, but you know what I’ve said! It’s futile! Dispose the goods for me, would you?”
“All for a treat from Fari-” Wil grunted, angrily, “You know she’ll treat you well if you finish your homework, but why don’t you aim to deserve Fari’s treat! You can’t just sit here and gaze into space, saying, ‘Oh, I finished my homework’, and that’s because you didn’t! All you did was whine and study, absolutely zero creative input, daresay,”
“Shut it, mouthful,” Aurelian laughed, fluttering her eyelids, and looking into Wil’s face with a cold, comforting stare, “See you with the gift,” she smirked.

Wil raised the empty sheet of paper in the air, chanting, “AURI! HOW IS FARI GOING TO KNOW YOU COMPLETED THIS IF IT’S ALL EMPTY,”

“THE DOG ATE THE HOMEWORK,”
“FARI HATES DOGS, WHY WOULD THERE BE A DOG IN THE HOUSEHOLD,”
“I hate you,” Auri retorted, “-and give me that, I haven’t cheated yet,”
“Ridiculous child,” Wil muttered.

;; ambiguous

“My parents hate me, they thrash me, they kick me- why can’t they just be normal, Fari?” Fitzwilliam cried, clutching onto the end of his coat, soaking the tears he mourned.
“Wil, teachers’ suck, alright?” Fari consoled, “But you- you had to say all of this, just for me to understand your own issues!” Fari backtracked, yelled, even.
“You aren’t happy with that?”
“No- I’m not, Wil!” Fari called out, “You say your mother is being too overprotective, from the greater danger that lies outside this,”
“What’s the issue?” Fitzwilliam pondered.
“I’m just saying, I didn’t want to hear it, I’m under danger enough, like, just lying in that voice call is terrible, man! It goes on and on, I don’t care that someone is happy! Someone is and it wasn’t me!”
“Why do you have to be so entitled?” Wil began, “I was being abused in my household, and this is how you treat me? You entitled moron!”
“Just look, Wil. All this trauma!” Fari called, “- we were both abused, so same! I never get an-y screen time! It’s all a delusion, even talking to you is a delusion, and the sky is orange, I’m telling you man!”
“Ever considered walking away before you lose your mind?” Wil hesitates.
“Checkmate, see you tomorrow,” Fari remarks, breezily.
“Wait up!” Wil yells, and Fari turns to see Fitzwilliam panting (heavily).
“Did I- did I do anything to you?” Fari questions, thoughtfully.
“Not at all,” Wil replies, sniffing.

Fari’s young eyes light with concern.

“Are you alright?” Fari wonders, caringly.
“Are you auspicious-” Wil begins, before Fari slams her hand over his mouth, shouting, “YOU’RE INSECURE, YOU’RE INSECURE,” every leg of the journey, right until the end of the conversation, several minutes after.

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5th july:

Lying on a teardrop, trickling down tender, soft, warm skin, ebbing onto a fluffy, comforting pillow. The user stretches her, calloused fingers and twist them, let them fold in the grasp of the midnight air, letting them lay, stable, connected and untouched, basking in the sunshine of the desklamp. Eyes, tracing deep circles as they follow the trails of thought, adorned in the shallow trails, the crying anomalies, the children and parents, animals, all spikes which reach out from the length of the ceiling, all waving the user goodnight.

The user flutters her eyes, seething into the newfound warmth, relishing in the gentle, breeze, in cascades from the height of the event. A calm slumber, the user perceives, reclination, reformation, a chance to disconnect. A chance to forget, to live in the euphoria which never had the wings to fly, the dystopian waltz of distinguishing the falsehood from truth, from reality. The user wants to leave, leave the earth and everyone they learn to love, for the slow, beating, graceful recline they learn to feel at the sudden urge of the beat of forget. To forget everyone and everything, and only live with what they have created. The user can forever be under the apparition of their own judgement, constantly screaming in their ears for them to do what's right; blissful dreaming, nevertheless, can replace the apparition, let this reader learn the true characteristic of who they strive to become, letting guilt, flood the doors of seclusion, and grasp onto reality with open arms.

The user's eyes, drift shut, the chapter of their life coming to a close, a bookmark, slid into place, so the story can be continued as it was left off, and then a future can animate itself from broken wings, the user can fly, when the user awakes in a parallel dawn. It was truly, better late than never, to relish the closure they dream of for utmost evermore.

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6th july:

“Alright!” Fari proclaims, eagerly, “We have a long list of occupations to be valiant of my time, which should be tendered upon with utmost care,” she announces to herself. Fitzwilliam and Aurelian murmur in approval, Aurelian’s eyes illuminated with glee, whereas Fitzwilliam motion be the clasp of his hands, anxiously drawing them in, and out, and in again.
“You don’t even make, lists, or research-?” Fitzwilliam ponders.
“You see, Wil,” Fari begins, “I would entail greatly to even the thought of planning out a well iterated day, and I would like to see great flourishing opportunity as a result, this will work well!”

Before Fitzwilliam lulled his head to the side, then glared at a wall, with the crippling urge to slam his head in, Aurelian piped up, saying, “Oh! I’ve already done a good amount of research, here, Fari,” as they held out sheets upon sheets of wisdom, right into Fari’s undying grasp.

“Ayy, Auri, thank you,” Fari examined, nodding in approval, “This is all we needed, thank you so much man, this is crunchy stuff,”

Fitzwilliam /glared/ at the two of them, both with anger at the thought of being a dissatisfaction, yet also baffled by the pointless pleasure the two of them decided to undertake.

Fari lifted the aforementioned sheets in the air, waving them around cautiously, intrigued at the idea to devolve into searching for the best information Aurelian had for her, from the best assistant she could dream of. Aurelian, however, leaned onto Fitzwilliam’s shoulder, wrapping an arm around his neck, and leaning forward to Fari’s direction, the smug entail of approval plastered onto her expression, her pleasure ebbing onto Fitzwilliam’s moment of disdain, brightening him up, as Fari continued to glance over the paperwork. Fari became more, and more irritable by the second.

“Wil, you’re useless, tell me what we’re looking for again, you have the memory,” Fari abruptly lashed out towards Fitzwilliam, who was basking in the contentment of one who wasn’t even himself.
“Oh! Uh- a new computer?” Fitzwilliam offered.
“Man, I thought it was something useful,” Fari sighed, “Wil, I’ve read the note you left me, you asked me to buy new hand sanitiser, so I just left a note for Aurelian to search for different types, and you said you would decide the best one, how much amnesia do you actually have?” Fari spat.
“RIGHT! Sanitiser!” Fitzwilliam exclaimed, raising his arm the chillness of the air, freezing him, swallowing him like a fish within water, and the water was freezing up, taking him whole.
“Wil, here’s the options, mind making yourself useful and telling me which one is best?” Fari cornered. Wil shrugged, replying with, “Alright, hmm-” immersed in thought.

Fitzwilliam’s glances tore through the lengths of paper, gazing with utmost consciousness at each and every price, the ingredients, the seller, as he rephrased his thoughts and considered the potential implications of each client, as Fari subsided, and Aurelian receded. It was just Wil here, a job for Wil and Wil only.

Fitzwilliam, the most indecisive of the trio.
The list is endless, and Aurelian isn’t going to wake up, or help him. Fitzwilliam spends his afternoon wrapped in chains of torture, suffocating in tasks, even more torturous than waking in the morning at the correct time, but he doesn’t care, because he was Fari, it was Fari and Wil together.

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7th july - word wars started today, with no strict writing prompt, so thursday is exempt

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8th july

The danger flies, flying amidst the darkening skies, the horizon extending blood red gestures across the entirety of its spread as the ground begins to quake and the earth is aroused anew, woken into cycle. A government, under instil upon the reigning nature of humans, one of diplomacy, one of order. This, however, manipulation of the free thinking and living of the unspoken and unheard inhabitants, captures the awakening of a group, spoken so as the greatest faction, the syndicate, otherwise known as the marital arrangement of bread and wine. ‘Call the union!’ they say satisfied beyond their glances.

A battle between the purpose of civilisation and the unheard anarchical minority with a destiny to do what is right, was the floor of the exam in this hallway. Living, becomes absorbing, the battle which is encapsulated in trying for the right to even stay. The right to be heard, otherwise you'd be dead.

It doesn't matter how hard you try, a sharp twist of a finger or twitch of an army of hundreds still accomplish the same age old gain, to win. To conquer, a trait instilled into the trait of care, and with no end goal in sight, the opposition is winning. It doesn't matter, it never did. Once heroes, those who campaign for their own narcissistic beliefs, although they may be good, and they may be caring, not selfish, selfless. The cycle would continue, however, because as heroes die, new tyrants, destroyers of any hope of the last warrior on the last battlefield, ignites the opposition once more, and calls for battle, as tyrants rise.

Life, waning, when the totem burns. The lock around the individual's chest is exploded with a chorus of voices hammering at the core of a person, beating into every path in every hour and screaming at the person, that they were home, never to escape the wrath of the voices in their head. It would be gradual, consequently, they say, they keep saying, words of wisdom and words of treachery and traitorous actions, all dictated by a master, booming his voice, clapping his hands as he applauds the uproar from among the false chair.

However, the individual is strong, wholehearted and connected to self-belief, which allows him to breathe once more, as he sees, he is unaffected, nothing surprised him here. In fact, dictators of a fallen nature cause an uproar, to be torn down by justice injustice, and it made itself wholly clear, to rest is the real option of survival, when the city is falling apart.

ah, right, the song was injustice by cg5, which is a c!technoblade theme :.D

— intermission

14th july: (i have taken a break! real life > swc here, i'm back doing the daily dailies:.) )

FariMC lulls as she crawls into bed, humming a solemn tune to awake her drowsy mind, exhausted from the battles she had fought that day, the evenings tossing various riches between her teammates in the game known to most as bedwars. She reclines, lying in bed, a torch left at her side flickering softly and slowly as the atmosphere convulses around her. Her gaze darts to the widespread variation of every item which line the sides of the room, the chests, the furnace, the crafting table, absorbing all her visions and allowing her to ponder her own existence, looking amongst everything, until it would be her own hands. She breathes, upholding the fresh, rose-scented air surrounding her recline as she stretches her arms and legs before her, before releasing, letting go and swarming into the shallow comfort of a warm recline, finally at peace.

Sydney strides down into the bed, snatching the scratched reading glasses she'd lain on her bedside previously before escorting herself to the warmth and comfort of the cold, welcoming pillows, filled with utmost fluff, she laughs as her head slowly begins to pummel into the blissful escape. Her hand is extended to her side, she crawls out into the grasp of a book, sealed in leather coating, and upholds the weight above her racing eyes, as the book falls onto her small, wantful face, suffocating her into the most elegant slumber, one of dreams and coolness and tranquillity, as Sydney begins to reiterate the lost visions she had over her perfect day, and declines swiftly into the grasp of paralysing exhaustion, her own sleep, her own respite, but it's joy.

Fari is euphoric, humming as her arms drive in swathes above her bed, spinning her altogether, as her mind is captured by the awaiting lights, her feet tracing her every movement whilst lifted by the dancing air, as she spins and she sighs as she collapses into the secluded world known as her brain, lying among the bed, head sunken within the chilling warmth of the pillow, as she breathes, and again, breathes, inhaling the air she would take to sustain her for the upcoming night and she is so happy, so relaxed, so contented, and switches away like a light.

Farii is excited and dreary, she catapults in the direction of the bed, seizing the covers, before drowning herself in the life she bestowed towards her, absorbing herself in the newfound warmth and comfort of the wantful pillows, calm and tranquil and so ecstatic. She throws the covers into her waist and raises her hands to trace the stars which align her ceiling, with hands that could hold the world but could never satisfy her, ever, and afterwards come the dreams that absorb the atmosphere she loves and translates this into her imaginative reality, which she could never break, because the life she lives is waning, incomparable to the joy she experiences once she ultimately believes she has the opportunity to go home. She cries.

Faricell hums, bouncing onto the waiting shoulder of their master, excited and enthralled as they curl among the waiting covers, so happy, laughing along with Farii as she wails for all she loves ad she reflects, everything, in her uncreative symphony known as her dream, Faricell waving her arms in approval and scouring the night sky as they try to encapsulate every memory, every event, every instance bestowed upon the promise of false help, Faricell knows everything. Farii recollects everything that Faricell manages to reflect and process all this and all that whilst arguing against the dawning of reality for every mistake she had undertaken that day. Farii is knocked, Farii is exhausted and so tired, and so cold, chilled and bitterly distraught; yet, Farii is always excited, and so geared to explore the tapestry of her dreams, to unlock the overshadowed wonder within her own reflections.

Birds chirp, cicadas hum a low birdsong in shallow intervals. Faricell reclines onto Farii, consciously pondering the potential reality of everything, with a crippling wish to see the reality of the delusions she creates in an attempt to rid existence. But she never finds the key, the key is barricaded and sealed and futile to venture towards, so she rests, reclining, and tired, tries to believe all the memories she holds in her small arms are all real. Faricell is so tired, Faricell is on the threshold to collapse, but they're still awake, and that itself is wonderous.

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16th july: (sorry I passed out yesterday)

From FariMC's perspective, here's her 2 and a half minute story!

We were playing this game of blockwars, I was on red team, and then blue was the opposition. Right, the game started, I started building 4 blocks upwards before drawing arrows from my stash into my bow, and aiming the bow high, ready to attack those rushing opponents, can't take a break, daresay, always speed-bridging straight to us when the game had made no progress at all! I was so dumbfounded by their idiocy, it comes from nowhere, they just rush, and rush. Anyways, I had the bow drawn, and aimed, and fired, missed! Missed again! This futile attempts for nothing! They're too quick, I'm flipping telling you they're so fast like for real I tried to snipe them and then I missed then again another loss then again and again like oh my God I can't land a single hit on them, man. But then! This one blue player, GamerGirl- what's their name? Rushed forward into my 360 peripheral vision, and I caught her, I had my target, just have to snipe this one blue individual to gain a single kill. I muted everything, silencing myself into the moment like losing it would be losing everything; before taking the shot, the guilty wrenching passion I had. I aimed, I fired, I- missed again. WHY DOES THE WORLD HATE ME.

It wasn't long in purgatory, however, the next opponent had just lined up beside me, what a shot! I aimed, I fired, I- I hit him. I got a singular kill. I- I felt so, so validated and it hurt, to feel so loved.

It didn't take me very long to realise there were 10 seconds left of my 5 minute game, and I wasn't even able to get to the other side without dying, typical! I hate everyone, but they all love me. So sure.

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17th july:

“I can’t thank you enough, for what you have done for me, I-” Aurelian slurred, calmly, “You have control over, everything, usually, and I’m just a sideline, even though I can make an impact,” she sighed, “And I don’t cause any wrongdoing, because you can handle, everything,”
“I try, Auri,” Fari murmurs, “But, you know I care too, right?”
“Sorry?” Aurelian counters.
“I care about the consequences of what you do, long after they even occur, because every time you have control, you just mess it all up!” Fari states, abruptly yet wholehearted.

Aurelian darted their eyes around the room, then at her companion, consumed in evident worry, and neglect, and fear. Not one would have seen that coming.

“W- what? You really think so?” Aurelian pleads, confused.
“Yes, yes I flipping do, Aurelian,” Fari confronts, “And yes, you may feel content with every action you make, primarily because you can’t face the consequences of them, because you ditch me when the consequences unfold! It’s hard, Aurelian, to deal with the stuff you need to deal with, and not me!”
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry,” she repeats, twice, thrice, “I-I don’t see them as too much of a problem,”

“And I do,” Fari spits, eyes poised into Aurelian’s own, matching glances of anger, and worry, and respite, it’s all out now, the beast out into the ring, “And I’ve had enough,”

Aurelian jumps, slowly scaling the length of the floor towards the wall in light-footed strides, as she cautiously edges away from Fari’s immediate glance. Fari however, becomes fixated in glaring at Aurelian as she slips away from the pointed grasp of her fingers, and Fari reaches towards them, latching onto the front of their shirt, and jolting them upright, swiftly, carefully crafted strides of eager passion.

“And if you want to know how you can improve-” Fari swallows, then states clearly the next few words, “-follow my lead, because I’ll keep you away from trouble,” she replies, within gritted teeth.

Aurelian trembled so hard, tarnished and trepidated, before calling out in the smallest whisper, “What was that for, Fari?”

Fari paused, watching as her eyes formed a gentle line tracing across the night sky, the stars and moon, within the creases of the celing, before tears of remorse and regret and anger flood into her grey-sighted lenses.

Fari threw her head in her hands, before blinking, softly, “I’m so scared, Auri, I’m scared you’re taking over, I want to have control, I want you to- ah, I want you to be gone, dead,” Fari chokes, swallowing another breath.

Aurelian ponders over the words, rang into her ears thousands and thousands of times before, ‘I want you dead, I want you dead’, but this time she meant it. Fari collapses, choking and tearing into the sturdy grasp of her own arms, and callouses around Aurelian’s ones which wrap her and cover her, as she cries and mourns into the fading, unrealistic grasp of one of her closest companions. None of it felt real, Aurelian, being a faded illusion, but that was that that was her escape, her fugitive behaviour, and where she lies, hopeless.

Aurelian smiles at Fari, watching her as she lifts her hands from her reddened eyelids and swollen cheeks from the tears which pour, and helps her to her feet.

Before Aurelian’s shattered remains are fractals. They recede, folding into the thickened layers of the skull, dissipating into the realm of imagination, allowing Fari to wake up, to mourn, unattended, with her closest companion lost to the hold of the passing wind.

“Auri?” she calls out, then hesitates, “Wil?” she calls again. Her companions, her illustrations, vanquished, leaving her hopeless.

Fari blinks, blinks again, then reaches up towards the sky, regaining the chokehold between her feet, allowing her thoughts to remain sturdy, the illusion of free-thinking to remain an open door; but the grief and sudden anguish of missing and longing for her friends, rooted Fari in the dead centre. Fari felt weak, helpless, and frail, with a need to collect her thoughts, to sturdy the ship which lies miles upon the open sea, and Fari needed to choke herself and love the motion because she needed the urge to snap into reality. Her friends, gone, but never gone for eternity, never forever.

Fari whispered into the open air, “Aurelian, I can’t thank you enough,”

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18th july: Ring a Ring a Roses- sort of (list of people included (but not losing-briansells that is my alt))

Fari drove her hands through the air, convulsed in euphoric glee as she spins alongside restless arms and her shirt billows in the calming breeze, her eyes lighting softly with wonder and passion, her heartbeat consistently racing as she decorates the air with beams of joy, of incandescent happiness. Her clasp tightens around the clasp of her companion, half laughing, half regretting it all, Finn follows closely behind, his own grasp tightening around the clasps of both others as he struggles to maintain his balance in the quick paced action of the conceived event: but it was happiness. Beside Finn, Kit followed along, radiating a similar happiness to the previous two, still laughing, still beaming, bountifully scouting the goods which befall their path such as the result of happiness, which is even more, such as friendship, with a slightly more sturdy balance to her compulsion. Again, just by her side, came JoJo, shrilled by the joys of even witnessing everyone's excitement and everyone's passion to be here, building upon what was created before, increasing steadily in eager strides, elevating the silence which befell them all in a receding past, as JoJo screams, screams due to how excited she became when they all spun faster- and faster. JoJo, resident of the camp fairy tales, had it all, every ounce of goodwill and cheer succumb to the epistle of what happiness was, what joy even was, sealed with a flaming red bow.

Beside her, came Scarlett, delighted and outstandingly enthralled by the speed, the smiles and the consistent unity upholding the array of members together as they flew, they swiftly cascaded through the forest, arm in arm. Not short to follow came Rainii, cold yet bubbly, calmed and thrilled once over, full of exceptional passion to keep spinning, like a whirlwind in unforseen end. Interlinked with Rainii, was Dawn, shining bright in a pathetic fallacy, the ribbon to sign a wondrous accolade of thrills, of wonder, which they all loved, the ribbon amongst her hat caught lightly in the passing breeze.

The group continue in swathes, the speed escalating further and more heavier until it becomes lightweight, heavy and fatigue-prone, so Fari just laughs, picking herself a composure to steady her unclear thoughts, before scanning her either side. Dawn was clutching desperately onto her hat, perturbed by the knots among the ribbon, shaken yet still buzzing with excitement, with Finn to Fari's right stretching his fingers forward, reclining in the oncoming breeze, and gazing towards Fari apologetically, as he knew this was a mistake, he knew spinning is some hopeless yet wonderful drunkard behaviour, they all did. For the remainder of the group, they sighed, panted, whined, but the dawning of ease came to a close, replaced by a consistent understanding of how fun, how exciting their expenditure could prove to be, a successful outcome, and they longed consistently for the cycle of free thinking.

JoJo raised her arms, latching onto Kit and Scarlett just that much tighter, before letting out an unforgiving squeal revolved around her excitement and passion to just, go on, once again, one more spin. Their hearts were full of sun.

The sun radiated, and the group absorbed the rays and translated the semantic field into their own attitudes, letting the euphoric disaster of their happiness convulse into something- more, pleasing, more wonderful and more exhilarating, embedded in zeal, but this was only the beginning, the sun capsized them whole, as they returned to their rotation, and closed their eyes, slowly.

They spun, spinning at a quick paced stroll as they charged around the circle, laughing painfully to breathless, an absolutely fantastic use of visible opportunity and it was radiating rays of fantasy.

The cascades followed two by two, darting around the shallow, hollow circle called a union, reflected attitudes mirrored in every individual, spinning and spinning harder into the vortex of two colours, black and white, chasing their tales. It spins, pummels, fascinates the audience by the immense vertical force, the speed becoming so unruly it snaps the bend of realistic hope.

The members spin, amidst a greater moment of broken.

Crystals, ornamental figures swiftly elevate towards respective directions, all different conjectures following in different strides, the gemstones line up against the flooring, maintaining formation and fragmenting into individual doors, different routes to call home, escalated into different directions as they keep travelling and keep spinning and it hurts all over.

Fragmented, fractal rivulets trace in directions which admonish the confluence. And it's all over, one, two, three, all unique, the audience bow and clap as the spinning begins to draw a close.

A small hiccup, and it hurt Kit so hard, because the thrill had receded, and Rainii, for the letter had been resent with no redemption. But that group had all loved it, lying among the ground, and waiting, before lying overgrown with roses.

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19th july:

“Ayup!” One cheered, racing towards Two burning with undying passion.
“Hey, One!” yelled Two, waving their arms in the air, “How’s your day been?”
“It’s alright,” One admitted, fondly, gazing down at their fingers and spinning their thumbs together, “-and you, Two?”
“Good, good,” Two replied, racing back and forth from One, before being interrupted. Three raced towards both One and Two, panting from the great speeds at which they travelled, fluttering their eyelids.
“Hey, One! And Two!” screamed Three.
“Three!” yelled One, elated, “How has your day been! Oh, my goodness!”
“Alright, actually, just happy to be with you, it’s exuberant, it’s wonderful, I can’t thank the world enough to be with you again!” they cheered, wiping a tear from their eye.
“Four keeping alright with you?” Two questioned.
“Four has been doing wonderfully, actually,” Three began, “It’s just that Four was unable to come today, Four would rather hang out with Five, so neither of them are here, how unfortunate,”
“I know!” One exclaimed, “I thought Four cared about us,”
“They do,” Three trails off, before bursting with laughter, “So how’re you keeping up, One?”
“I’m alright! I’m alright!” chirruped One, shifting foot to foot, “It’s better now that I’m with you!”
“Two should be a great companion, I highly doubt they’re terrible,” Three interrupted, amused.
“I agree,” muttered Two.

One reaches over to Two, and wraps them in a warm hug.

“I care about you, Two! Of course, I would and always would!” squeals One.
“I care about you too, ha! Both of you,” Two confesses, reaches out their arms to wrap around One and Three’s shoulders.
“So,” Three began, “Where are the others? You know, Six?”
“Six is right over there, crying,” confessed Two, arm directed towards a certain figure.
“What happened to Six, Two?” questioned Three, convulsed in evident dismay.
“Six got scared-” began Two, “Because, well, Seven ate Nine,”
“Normal dilly-dally, I’m sure,” remarked Three, flushed, “Now how about you, One? You’re strangely quiet ever so suddenly,”
“I wanted to-” began One.
“Ok shut it One that’s completely enough,” interrupted Two.
“Hey!” exclaimed One, “If you think that’s bad, why were plants scared of numbers?” One slyly iterated, looks poised towards Two.
“What is it,” Two muttered, dawdling.
“They have square roots-?” One attempted, shrugging, glance waning with Two’s own.

Three threw their head back in a prolonged, heavy laugh, booming profusely, before turning towards their companions One, and Two, and muttering the seal of confidence, that these individuals are trustworthy, forgiving, playful and wholehearted, just their type of numbers.

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20th july was critique someone day! here: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6472412/

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21st july was roleplay day! again, no points, only a ton of comments

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22nd was mango day-! cabin wars are tomorrow though so time to sob

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23rd july : I woke up at 7am and wrote 5K words today cabin wars mess with your head fr. also! my phone lags when I update this thread now lmboo

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24th july:

I cascaded into the fallen abyss, surrounding myself with warm, beaming sunlight, as I feel the heat recede from toe-up, and my back is warm, my eyes are glowing bright red, but I was so calm, I was so content. A gentle breeze uplifts me, soothing the delicate taste of cake upon my tongue, flavoured with cookie dough, and enhancing the scent of saltwater, racing into my lungs  and the scent of an overheated phone. I could hear the wail of children, I could hear the splashes and patters of water, elevated to the sky before it comes crashing down. I could hear the squawk of ducks, racing, panting, to escape the lifeguards parallel to them, racing after them and trying to keep the population safe. I can feel the warmth of a float, the splashes of water, the baking influence of the sun and the hurt, of leaving my friends and letting them play in peace in the warm ocean, as I lie- helpless- baking away at the setting sun. This is magnificent, but they won't stop waiting. I'm going to join them in unison- as that's who I always was meant to be.
(( was this supposed to be poetry-? ))

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25th july:

You venture into a cold, misty room, inundated with ash, mist, and bristle air which causes you to choke on your own breath. You hurl yourself along a cold slab of charred wood, and glance upwards, praying for a saving grace to uplift you from the pinnacle of agony. This is when you see a few individuals: One, covered in a gasmask, with long hair flowing beside her, abruptly maintaining her posture; followed by two others, one in facemask, one without, spluttering every second on the passing breeze. The first individual reaches out her hand, stained with dye, and mutters a small greeting, along the lines of, “Hurry, quick! Come into the Thriller Tapestry- it’s dark out here, and Contemporary is round the back,” which you race into, escorted swiftly by your saviours, into a much calmer place.

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26th july:

The Hotel Springfield still stands, 100 years later, on the original plateau it was destined towards. The Hotel is a landmark, hundreds come to view the architecture, the folds in the now greying facade appealing so greatly to the forthcoming audience. They recline in their seats, and watch the droves of leaves flourish across the sides of the hotel, adorning it with the spark of glorious nature, pristine, developing a look of nourishment across all sides. The Hotel Springfield still yields its many guests tendering to the front lawn, as a sign of respect for the heritage accommodation, yet the private waters within lake remain still, calm, tanquil, and content, as age-old frogs dance about the scene, people forced to be retreated out. The gravel lying polished along the walkway to the Hotel became captured- by the veins, hollies and nettles sprawl across the creases which envelop and engulf the marvellous stature it once could pertain, and the leaves dance and sway in the bassing breeze. Cars- empty, a new parking addition was added- 70 years ago, to combat the ever-increasing loads of vehicular measure, and as of this, these have been laid to rot round the back of the Hotel, which some still remain, whilst others receded from view as time continued to unfurl. The occupants of the Hotel, tourists, embed in the overgrown terrace to their own content, with the added adventure of their own plants, twisting round their fingers, following their traces with awe, and wonder, beaming with the product of the outer facade, appealing to tourists from a new dimension. The remainder of the rooms adorn this trait, the lobby, the individual locations, all overgrown and scented with the love of nature, where birds come to flock and frogs come to rest, and tourists come go marvel, their own view decorated by the beautifully imperfect and convulsed and adorned by the love of nature, the Hotel Springfield.

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27th was word war day- nobody took me up

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28th july:

The Fairy Tales Trails are so beautiful- they’re so magestic and draped in folklore and so amiable to succumb towards, they surely would pertain as the winning cabin. For example, take their leader, Vi. Vi betrayed all their allies and warred them, some, multiple times over, and this carefully shows how the art of deception can prevail in any cabin’s favour, further developing the reasons for why tactics can produce wins, if used wisely. A numerous number of campers from the trails have completed the weekly in such a short span of time, which represents the determination of Fairy Tales, and how easily excited they are towards crewmates and suspicious encounters, which can also suggest the widespread creativity they beheld, as they were able to use the “choose your own” to its fullest potential, without the side effects of indecisiveness or heedless picking. The trails even have lore within them, which can enhance the camper’s inclination towards writing excessive amounts of words, ultimately resulting in higher and more competent rankings for the trails as they climb through the leaderboards with such a force, reaching up to 7th place, as of the 28th of July. The Trails have different word count studios to accompany the large swarm of words produced by the individual campers, as they are determined and headstrong, which makes them seemingly unstoppable, until they are acknowledged to be 7th place, which therefore represents that this attitude is being stored and saved for use at a future, more dire time, such as cabin wars, with more dire circumstances at risk of being overwhelmed. Fairy Tales also has wonderul profile pictures, also done by Vi, which have a beautiful artstyle, further enhancing a camper’s wish to finish dailies and weeklies and obtain one of the exquisite profile pictures signed with Vi’s name. Script cabin, a bystander (and victim of betrayal), can highly vouch for all of these traits, they supposedly aren’t held at the neck in a chokehold with a ransom at stake by the co-leaders, surely not!

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29th july:

The user flurries in the direction of their way home, enthralled by the wonderous scenery around them, beaming at the sight of forests, bushes and ever-present greens, devolving and cutting into the open air and sun, the thicket revolving through sea and sand and greens and gander. They haul themselves unto the welcoming ground, pleading peace with the walls, with the realisation they were home, they were free, their responsibilities and errands and minor misfortunes were lost to the sands of time, to be remembered as a facade, before the user breathes the welcoming scent of the nearby library, just 5 minutes from their home. The user crashes onto the ground, breathing heavily against the sands of time, before lifting themselves upright, darting their eyes around them. They were petrified, conscientiously scoruing their peripheral vision for the oddest creatures which could easily pertain to their eyesight, and they would much rather quieten than become a victim of the creatures residing there. The user stretches their arms away from the welcoming clasp of the door- fearfully, but more content. They race unto the library with force, yearning for a friend to save them from the mind-forged manacles seizing them and withholding them from the urge to continue.

The library, thankfully, welcomes them with a kind heart. A friend, kindled with a fire, waits by the stairs, gaze lifted towards their feet. The user dances in the swift pathway which arrives at their friend with more of a golden flame, enthralled and excited and uneasy with fear. They throw themselves into a welcome clasp around their friend, beaming, expecting an equally insightful reaction as a response- undeniably, and true. The user signals towards the greying eyes of the friend they knew, and gestured a small wave in response, with a narrowly worrying expression upon their face; the friend remained still as stone.

The friend mauled their head towards the user in anger, latching onto the sides of their face and paralleling down towards them with excessive force. The friend enveloped a stern, disgusted glance upon their face and pointed the look in a predetermined direction, with it that cried anger and hurtful disgust, they were mad, and they were upset; the user knew this all too well, they knew- just from the forlorn look upon their face that the friend hadn't forgotten, would never have forgot what the world was forgetting. The user bit back a sob, sucking limp air into their lungs, they knew the friend was angry, they knew- tenfold, that the odd creatures had capsized them whole, and they could no longer look upon such a close relation with ever close eyes and a truthful heart, the truth was encrypted and forgotten; the user was heartbroken.

The user trudged away from the friend, away from the library and away from the world they had created and dawned upon themselves, they wanted seclusion, some happiness, some thankfulness, some regret and some joy; synaesthesia paralleling through every sensation as the user developed a concrete understanding of what they wished for. They lay, helpless, biting another sob against their decaying skin (on decaying conscience) and mourned a cry to overshadow everything they had felt before, as if the feelings they experience were all futile, all pointless, and cried out, “Oh! What a day!” before promptly passing out into their friend's uninhabitable arms.

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30th july:

My ambition has came to me in a sudden flash of light illuminating from a waning candle, and I'm suddenly prepared to do the daily! I've missed SWC, have been consistently thinking of different ways to sneak onto this over the last few days, but today- I finally got a chance to do the daily! So what had I done? I had got changed, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and adjusted my fashion sense to express grandeur ambitions, and be more suited for royalty in essence, so I've come wearing a bow-tie, and a blazer, with the accompaniment of the sleek shoes, perfect for the occasion. Now, I am lying across from an array of farmland, benches and clouded trees floor the area, but what piques my interest is that fence. By chance, I race towards the fence with a burning ambition to seek through the trees and the forests and find somewhere tranquil, from fate.

The bench was comfortable, I relaxed and breathed into the welcoming bark, feeling valued, feeling content, and this was wonderful. It was peaceful, I swayed between different sides of the bench with joy bubbling within my chest, as I began to contemplate, began to question what to write for this daily, which was, as expected, writing idioms into normal everyday surroundings. I concentrated hard, my head flourishing with different ideas which could succumb to be exactly what I had needed, but this wasn't enough. I clutched my hands, clasping them tightly while remaining completely on edge, the supposed ideas I could process for the daily flickering through my mind and dissipating with the same force, I was under peril, I couldn't think, and I was on edge, literally! I swayed along the fence from back to the side and pondered greatly over what my daily could consist of: too many cooks spoil the broth; a doctor a day keeps the apple away- I couldn't think of anything I really liked.

My legs dangled from the edge of the fence as I screwed my thoughts into something quick and successive, I arrested my nonexistent fatigue and withstood a solid, active ground as I chose one singular idea from the myriad within my eyes, and I knew what I wanted: being on the fence for the daily, exactly that. I immersed myself into the story, picked up a pen, coloured gold, and began to write, starting with the silent, calming words of “once upon a time”.


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A word war, by chance :0 (3 minutes w/ 189 words)

The window closed until it was completely shut, as the blinds drove over the glance of my own eyes, I pondered, gazing at the shallow winds which receded as the clasp of the window ultimately began to fade away. I sighed, I looked down at my feet in utter dismay at the closing of the day, which resulted in the closing of the window, and cried out at my feet, just how angry I was that the day had receded, and it was finally night. In retrospect, this was a dumb decision, as the night has eons of opportunity just waiting to be opened and looked at. So I laughed, running back towards the clasp of my bedroom, and pondered, what to do with the night? Then I knew exactly what the correct expenditure really was, I was going to build a treehouse. In my bedroom? I thought, well it is worth it, I also thought. So I gathered the supplies and lined them out right in front of me, and I was ready to start, ready to divulge into the materials and see what to make from them.

SWC has arrived! I’m so excited to hear all your writing! Here’s a short story to start off the session!

Willow ran around, confused and in a hurry. Where was the train? When was the train? How was the train? Who was the train? She didn’t know. She just wanted the train. She couldn’t hear the loud, vibrant chugging of its wheels scurrying along the tracks. But she knew it was there…but how?

SUPER SHORT

TOO BE CONTINUED!

Lycka's Writing Zone - July 2022
word count: 12,313/9000
also pls don't judge me based on my writing I signed up so I wouldn't fail English lol

Daily
July 20th, word count: 95
(for critique)
Myriad Love
inside my dense, secluded walls
hail made of bile and blame
cascades down from the heavens,
turning the vacant roads serrate with a
bang, bang,
bang
there is no umbrella to shield me
I tore that up last year
now I’m always wary
of his irate rocks
that I try to catch in red plastic cups
so I can steal a breath
from my intoxicated air
but sometimes they
still fall
striking me down to the ground
so that I land on the broken glass
and rusted old nails
that you call
our myriad love

Weekley
Week 3, word count: 0 (so far)
Part 1, 600+

Part 2, 800+

Part 3, 900+

other
word count: 0

Claimed- I have no idea how the forums work, so hopefully I'm doing this right.

ratlase's swc july 2022 writing
total wordcount :

new writing:
july 19, writing competition fanfiction entry (open for critique), (799)

Congratulations to Sodsays, Victor of the 67th Annual Hunger Games!

It’s only been two months since Michael moved into the Victor’s Tower, but he wishes he was anywhere else. Fights between the residents of Floor Six are constant, even when their voices wear down to a rasp. There are no knives, no forks, no metal and no ovens. He doesn’t sleep properly; instead, he dreams of bloodshed and of friendship. It makes no difference when he jolts awake, drenched in sweat. Micheal’s not quite sure what he wants anymore. A new family? He wants to cry, most mornings.

He’s wide awake at four, when the sun is still sleeping. A soft glow escapes from the curtain of the window, but it’s nothing close to the glare of the sunlight he wants to see. Michael follows the routine he’s carefully built up for the weeks he’s been here. Wake up in darkness. When he left home, he had two sets of clothes in his bag. Now, they’re gone who-knows-where, so he wears the shirt that barely feels like cloth and the pants that are without a doubt made of plastic.

Five steps down the hallway lies the kitchen, where the countertops are made of marble. Sometimes, he wishes it was wood, where he might feel the slightest bit comfortable. Right now, he’s glad the stone shocks him into reality. This is not his home.

His bread is always cold. It’s nothing like the hard-earned bread of Michael’s home; fluffy and warm. He misses bread. He misses his friends, his family, and his life at home. The bread is stale and tasteless; despite the safety the Victor’s Tower implies, he’s almost sure it’s poison. Michael finishes it, bit by bit.

When he finally reaches the balcony, he’s glad for the breath of fresh air. It’s cold up here, and the Capitol is stirring. The hum of trains is noticeably silent, but bikes dot the streets below and he can barely make out the shining white helmets of the peacekeepers guarding the Tower. There’s no escape.

“Good morning,” a voice says softly, almost laughing. “Nice view, huh?”
Michael’s eyes drift over to his companion, and his heart ceases its rush when he recognizes Frysh. The Victor with the blond hair has always been welcoming, despite the constant turmoil. Plus, Frysh has been in the Tower for the longest time, so Michael wonders how he’s survived the eternal loneliness for all these years. Frysh absently pushes a strand of hair away from his eyes.

“Yeah,” he replies; gazing over the city that is anything but his own.
“I miss my home,” Frysh suddenly admits. “I had three siblings. First year here, I’m lonely, right? So I misbehave a bit, throw my little fits. Um, big surprise, my sister gets thrown into the Games and one accident later, a lesson is learned.”
“I’m sorry,” Micheal says. He’s not sure what else to say.
“Don’t be. I also miss fish. They don’t have fish for us, because we can’t choke on the bones, and they don’t want to debone the fish. I miss having friends that, well, aren’t murderers!” Frysh pauses. “I don’t think Floor Six will ever replace your home, but there are things that are impossible; if I returned to District Four right now, they’d hate me.”
“Yeah, well,” Micheal mutters, “why should I deal with it? If there’s no point being here, if there’s no point in me winning, then why shouldn’t I be angry? Like you said; my family is dead, my friends want nothing to do with Sodsays, murderer of the year. What am I supposed to feel?” His eyes search Frysh’s for answers, but all he finds is sorrow.
“I wish I had a better answer,” Frysh finally answers, “but I think you should be angry. That doesn’t mean you should do things that hurt you; well, you, or people who care about you. Maybe one day there will be change. If you want to make the change,” he says, voice softening to a whisper, “you need to be alive to do it. I’m sorry, Sod.”

Micheal stands up. He feels lightheaded, but it’ll pass.
“Alright,” he says; closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Alright. I won't- I won't do anything stupid. But that doesn’t mean I’ll, like, wash the Capitol’s feet or anything. I’ve gotten all this way for something- because I need to do something. But I’m not stupid, so, don’t worry about me.”

Frysh nods at him, radiating his relief at Micheal.
“I’m sorry. Nothing will change for a while, but we need to take this day by day. Eventually something will change. Eventually you’ll find the strength to move on, or make a change, and that will be what you need.”

dailies
july 1 (80 words)
Heya! I'm Rat or Atlase, and I use she/her. This is my third SWC session, but it might be more accurate to call it my second, as I was significantly less active last November. Interestingly enough, I've used a different account for every session… Alongside reading and writing, I also enjoy drawing and watching content on YouTube. Currently, I'm interested in the Minecraft series Double Life and other miscellaneous things such as Tetris, Celeste, Sky: Children of the Light, and Project Sekai: Colourful Stage! Thanks for having me!

july 2 (late, 522 words)
july 3 (late)
july 4 (late, 270 words)
july 5 (404 words)

He lifts a tired hand as the girl strides into the train with practiced confidence. Her brown eyes linger on his hand for a moment before she takes a seat beside him.

“I’m sorry,” she states, pushing her inky black hair out of her face. ”I don’t remember who you are.”
… (you dont get the rest)

july 6 (n/a)
july 7 (wordcount)

…

weeklies
week 1 (wordcount)
week 2 (wordcount)
week 3 (wordcount)
week 4 (wordcount)

other
july 6, word war with sophiisa, (110)

His eyes darted around the screen. He frantically scrolled past blocks of text, frantically pausing to scan the words that only seemed to blur together as the seconds flew by. How would he get this done? He needed to be quick. Keiran flicked his mouse faster; faster; faster! This was a matter of life or death- if he didn’t find the missing piece of this puzzle now, he wasn’t sure he could ever find it again. He narrowed his eyes with a tremendous amount of effort as he almost burst into tears. Finally! Keiran saw it. A red block of text, slowly stopping to reveal the code that he needed.

july 6, word war with 23braveheart, (143)

Here at the shorefront, the water is cold. It seeps into the sand underneath her feet. She stares at her toes as it laps at them, freezing them slowly but surely. The wind howls when she steps farther in, and as the clouds swirl above her, she feels the tug of the sea at her ankles. Her feet feel ice cold, almost as if they are going to freeze right off of her ankles and leave her with numb nubs. She steps farther. Farther. The shore is a distant memory when the water finally touches her knees. They feel like they’re burning, but she knows they are cold. As she continues moving despite the painful journey, the water’s pull grows stronger. Her hands brush against the glacial embrace of the waves as her dress clings desperately to her legs. She takes another step.

july 6, word war with spire-, (268)

There is a storm outside, and it has a grip on his mind. Will can barely keep his eyes off of the window. He’s supposed to be in bed, asleep. He’s supposed to ignore the thunder, the rain, the lightning. He’s not doing that. The storm is strong; he knows that, at least. It batters the house loudly. Its raindrops barely feel like raindrops; they’re more like footsteps that creep closer and closer to his head. He can’t close his eyes. The rain slams into his window, and he watches the drops trickle down the glass as it pours. Will wonders if the earth is crying. That’s what his mom says rain means; someone is sad, and the earth is crying for them. He himself wants to cry now. Thunder roars, and his eyes go wide when the strip of light races across the sky and crashes somewhere in the distance. Will wonders if May is alright. She’s a cat, after all, so she might not realize it’s dangerous. He wants to leap out the window to warn her, but he knows better. Don’t sacrifice yourself for the cat, Will! She’s not even his cat; she’s Ben’s cat, but Ben is sick, so May should be lonely. It makes sense to Will. Maybe the storm is the earth crying for May. The longer he spends thinking about May, the not-his-cat cat, the more tired he feels. His muscles relax and his blinks grow longer in length as he sits there, barely able to see the rain. His eyelids flutter in a final breath, until he sits there, asleep.

july 19, fanfic entry for writing contest! modified daily from july 2, prompt was “will anything ever change?” “cannot predict now” (799)

Congratulations to Sodsays, Victor of the 67th Annual Hunger Games!

It’s only been two months since Michael moved into the Victor’s Tower, but he wishes he was anywhere else. Fights between the residents of Floor Six are constant, even when their voices wear down to a rasp. There are no knives, no forks, no metal and no ovens. He doesn’t sleep properly; instead, he dreams of bloodshed and of friendship. It makes no difference when he jolts awake, drenched in sweat. Micheal’s not quite sure what he wants anymore. A new family? He wants to cry, most mornings.

He’s wide awake at four, when the sun is still sleeping. A soft glow escapes from the curtain of the window, but it’s nothing close to the glare of the sunlight he wants to see. Michael follows the routine he’s carefully built up for the weeks he’s been here. Wake up in darkness. When he left home, he had two sets of clothes in his bag. Now, they’re gone who-knows-where, so he wears the shirt that barely feels like cloth and the pants that are without a doubt made of plastic.

Five steps down the hallway lies the kitchen, where the countertops are made of marble. Sometimes, he wishes it was wood, where he might feel the slightest bit comfortable. Right now, he’s glad the stone shocks him into reality. This is not his home.

His bread is always cold. It’s nothing like the hard-earned bread of Michael’s home; fluffy and warm. He misses bread. He misses his friends, his family, and his life at home. The bread is stale and tasteless; despite the safety the Victor’s Tower implies, he’s almost sure it’s poison. Michael finishes it, bit by bit.

When he finally reaches the balcony, he’s glad for the breath of fresh air. It’s cold up here, and the Capitol is stirring. The hum of trains is noticeably silent, but bikes dot the streets below and he can barely make out the shining white helmets of the peacekeepers guarding the Tower. There’s no escape.

“Good morning,” a voice says softly, almost laughing. “Nice view, huh?”
Michael’s eyes drift over to his companion, and his heart ceases its rush when he recognizes Frysh. The Victor with the blond hair has always been welcoming, despite the constant turmoil. Plus, Frysh has been in the Tower for the longest time, so Michael wonders how he’s survived the eternal loneliness for all these years. Frysh absently pushes a strand of hair away from his eyes.

“Yeah,” he replies; gazing over the city that is anything but his own.
“I miss my home,” Frysh suddenly admits. “I had three siblings. First year here, I’m lonely, right? So I misbehave a bit, throw my little fits. Um, big surprise, my sister gets thrown into the Games and one accident later, a lesson is learned.”
“I’m sorry,” Micheal says. He’s not sure what else to say.
“Don’t be. I also miss fish. They don’t have fish for us, because we can’t choke on the bones, and they don’t want to debone the fish. I miss having friends that, well, aren’t murderers!” Frysh pauses. “I don’t think Floor Six will ever replace your home, but there are things that are impossible; if I returned to District Four right now, they’d hate me.”
“Yeah, well,” Micheal mutters, “why should I deal with it? If there’s no point being here, if there’s no point in me winning, then why shouldn’t I be angry? Like you said; my family is dead, my friends want nothing to do with Sodsays, murderer of the year. What am I supposed to feel?” His eyes search Frysh’s for answers, but all he finds is sorrow.
“I wish I had a better answer,” Frysh finally answers, “but I think you should be angry. That doesn’t mean you should do things that hurt you; well, you, or people who care about you. Maybe one day there will be change. If you want to make the change,” he says, voice softening to a whisper, “you need to be alive to do it. I’m sorry, Sod.”

Micheal stands up. He feels lightheaded, but it’ll pass.
“Alright,” he says; closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Alright. I won't- I won't do anything stupid. But that doesn’t mean I’ll, like, wash the Capitol’s feet or anything. I’ve gotten all this way for something- because I need to do something. But I’m not stupid, so, don’t worry about me.”

Frysh nods at him, radiating his relief at Micheal.
“I’m sorry. Nothing will change for a while, but we need to take this day by day. Eventually something will change. Eventually you’ll find the strength to move on, or make a change, and that will be what you need.”

7.13 Daily +401

MY OCS AND THEIR SLEEP SCHEDULES!

Gela: she/her, 14

Gela tries to sleep as much as she can every day, except if she's busy, and will sacrifice sleep for homework or webtoon reading if necessary. She sleeps with PILLOWS SO MANY SO MANY PILLOWS BECAUSE SO SOFT AND FLUFFY, anD she tries to not scroll on her phone too much in the dark, but sometimes if she's texting or posting something, exceptions apply hehe.

She's a pretty chill person in the daytime, but sometimes can power down and take a nap for a while if she's tired. She tries not to though..

ME (irl): she/her

I have a love-hate relationship with sleep. I don't enjoy going to sleep unless I'm tired, as I think about all the things I'm missing out on, games, music, etc. I usually go to bed with two pillows because, soft and fluffy yay. I TRY not to scroll on my phone in the dark, because my parents are always on my back about how the dark damages your eyes when you read in the dark UM but exceptions do apply.. sometimes i'm writing, texting, pOSTING, or reading webtoons. Not too great.. but.. it's kind of worth it uh

I can wake up fine if I'm well rested, and listen to music sometimes when I wake up, but other wise, I'm quite cranky. I usually don't have troubles with fatigue, but recently I think I've overworked myself and have fallen asleep in the final days of the school year a bit in class, or just rested for as long as possible on a desk..

Kay: he/him, 18

ITS HIS BIRTHDAY SOON! He's a big phone user at night, and usually rests around 5-6 hours each night. Sleeps with one pillow, and speedruns homework in the morning before school. He likes sleep, but isn't too effected by it, sleeps in class for FUN.

He doesn't get tired too much unless he's sick, and overall enjoys resting, (and scrolling through instagram) and sleeping when he's tired. He will take naps if he's tired, but he's quite random and doesn't really care how much sleep he gets each night. He listens to music to fall asleep, mainly rap and pop, although his family and friends don't understand how he can fall asleep to that. He can pretty much sleep in anything- including a parka in the snow (??).

WEEKLY OF 7.10

Part 1: +885

We all knew this day would come.. breaking news that we have finally taken the final jump to renewable energy! Today marks the one year anniversary that (redacted) technologies introduced a new way to bring energies to our lives! Today is ALSO the day where we have achieved 90% of the global population switching to these new ways!

The founder of (redacted) technologies was lucky enough to give us an interview! Here’s Herik Seamons talking to us about what this means to him and how he was able to achieve this great accomplishment.

“I've always had the same big dream since I was little. Although it varied every day, it always included the same theme. To help people recognize the importance of our planet, and protect it.”

He went on explaining how his parents and family taught him how important it is to live on this planet, and how we should respect it.

“I was raised with beliefs of giving back to the planet that we inhabit, and when this chance rolled around to work with an amazing team of people, I had to take it.”

Seamons founded the company in 2000, being an unsuccessful first shot, and disappeared almost completely from the markets in the following year, 2001.

“It was hard admitting that we couldn't fulfill our customers, and the world's hopes, so we built back stronger. A famous philosopher that I used to study once said: ‘A house is not built in one sitting, it must be repainted, revised, and redone to become something we can inhabit.’ So I repainted. Renamed the company and held a meeting with all our sponsors and investors to talk with them. We built back stronger and stronger, until today, where I'm so proud of this company for reaching these heights.“

In 2005, the company reappeared on stock markets- raising hopes in the first couple of months before diving down into bear market territory.

”Starting the company was not an easy task, and I have to thank everyone who contributed into this. When I first entered high school, I couldn't help but look around me and see all the amazing accomplishments everyone had achieved, both helping their communities and themselves. It WAS possible to achieve these things, by themselves or with a group. Most of these people had created new things for the sake of a college application but I knew I could do so much more. My family was never very education centered, teaching me that my knowledge does not revolve around my test scores. So, a double edged sword, I was never pressured to get into a well known, wealthy, private college; such as (redacted) or (redacted). I always knew I wanted to get into college though, I knew from the beginning education was a PRIVILEGE, and although I knew I could do more even without education, I wanted to use it wisely- as I still had the chance.“

He went on, ”And as my high school years ended, I had a clear plan in mind, after talking to professors, and teachers, even graduates of schools that were famous in the interest I was looking forward to going to. When I applied for (redacted), I knew it was a risky chance, as that was the only school I applied for.“

”And I think back then, it was all my energy and pride that wouldn't let me face the thought of being rejected. And that turned out to be a huge part of getting here today.“

After the plunging stocks, the company laid low, attracting only small customers- some investors had left the company, and the business relied a lot on personal funds to keep it afloat.

”I was rejected to the school. Haha, I think it was actually good that I was- taught me the effects of the real world, and how it's not easy. But it helped me realize my life long passion, and also helped me follow my dreams.“

Seamons went on to talk about how he worked in his garage for five years after graduating from a community college. It was hard, and he lived on instant ramen and potatoes, but it worked. He is now the first, ever, successful renewable energy producer that has affected over 90 percent of the entire global population- even using funds to help support less wealthy countries and supply them with the same resources.

The company does not only use one type of resource, in fact, uses many different types to grant renewable energy. Although their sources are private and have not been revealed to the public yet, many have speculated the company uses solar energy to an extent, which raises questions- how do we support ourselves when we do not have the sun as a resource?

As of right now though, many are satisfied with this solution- proving to be long lasting, others, more hesitant about this. Most hope that in the future, we all will be able to live with no constraints, as this company has its own flaws as well. But overall, as we reach the 90th percentile mark, at least we can agree that we have taken steps to create a better earth and planet for all of us.

”In nature, everything is perfect and nothing is perfect. We need to protect that.“

Part 2: (+874)

The new Doctor Strange Movie.

74% on rotten tomatoes.

Now, I'm not too big of a Marvel fan, as, I had no idea what Marvel was up until my (redacted) ages. After tense probing, I was finally convinced to start the movies.

I skipped a few. BECAUSE OF NO INTEREST. Some just didn't catch my eye, and now I'm re-watching them.. even though it might've been better to watch them before… well.

But, I know the resounding plot around the movies, and it gives me enough knowledge to understand the new Doctor Strange movie.. and give my opinions around it.

As I said before, I'm not too big of a Marvel fan, although I love some of the movies, I mainly just watch the movies and marvel (haha get it?) over them for a while, before moving on. I don't really fangirl about them (only endgame haha).

Anyways, this DOES contain spoilers for the new Dr. Strange movie (multiverse of madness) sooooo…

You might need to watch background movies to understand this, but.. I didn't, so some of the beginning didn't make sense. But you can still fully enjoy it without much other background information! It is suggested that you have some idea of who Dr. Strange and the Scarlett Witch is. That's pretty helpful here.

The movie revolves around the multiverse (whereas the name), and how your dreams are not fake, but actually you in a different universe. The beginning couple of scenes also show how Dr. Strange's ex-wife, who he still loves dearly, is getting remarried. As the wedding is proceeding, a girl from another universe (who he learns later is America Chavez) has run from her own universe, running from the people who want to take her power. Her power, is her ability to transport to any universe she wants (she doesn't think she can control this power at the beginning).

This part of the movie was interesting, and I quite enjoyed their interactions throughout the entire movie. The character development was also pretty huge in my opinion, and I give that a big thumbs up.

The next part of the movie includes the Scarlett Witch, dreaming about her children- who are in pretty much every other universe except her current one. She needs to find a power/ability to travel to keep safe her sons. I think there's a bit of a backstory to this in the movies/show before this, but I skipped them so I wasn't too sure- and can't give too much information about that .

Oh, and also she lives in a kinda cool place. Anyways. ONE MORE THING.. I'm pretty sure America is looking for her moms, as they were transported into another universe by accident from America's powers.

Okay. So Dr. Strange goes to the Scarlett Witch for help, and… the Scarlett Witch takes this chance to try to kidnap America, and use her own powers to take America's powers to get to her sons (if that makes sense). When Dr. Strange doesn't agree to the offer, Wanda uses the power of persuasion towards Steven that he could have his wife back in another universe.

When he still doesn't agree, she decides to take matters into her own hands.

I'm a big Scarlett Witch fan- she's probably one of my favorite people in the entire Marvel universe. And, with me skipping previous shows, unfortunately, from what I understood later on in the movie, I think she was controlled by a dark hold or something. But all the Scarlett Witch scenes are Great. With a capital G.

The rest of the movie surrounds America and Dr. Strange's journey through different universes, and America slowly begins to loosen up, become friends with Steven, and control her powers (woo). As they travel through different universes, Steven learns more about himself, which leads to character development (woo yayy hooray). He also meets his ex-wife throughout these universes, and although he loves her, realizes it was never meant to be.

The relationship between these two warmed my heart in the movie, yet also broke me. Loved the interactions though. Spot ON. As they travel through the final universe on their journey, they realize that Wanda has taken the body of herself in another universe with her sons, and controlled it using… (I FORGET SORRY) a type of magic I believe.

I've already spoiled a bit but I'm not going to spoil too much more…

This movie was great overall with development and background effects (but don't all Marvel movies/shows have cool background effects…), but was a bit bland at some parts. Maybe that was my impatience, but it was a great movie to watch on a relaxing day.

At the end, America was able to defeat Wanda on her own with HER OWN POWERS!!! (By the way, at the beginning Dr. Strange had a dream that in another universe, this somewhat similar thing happened with Dr. Strange stealing America's powers to defeat Wanda because he didn't think she was capable BUT ANYWAYS)

Sorry for the spoilers.

Uh.

Back to the review..

I liked it! It wasn't my favorite marvel movie but I appreciated it and I think it wasn't too bad!

Now.

Anyone excited for the new thor movie….?


Part 3:

Hey everyone! And welcome back to another session of Gela's advice column. We keep our question askers here ANONYMOUS, so feel free to reach out and ask your troubling issues! You can email or call us at our website (redacted)! Anyways, without further ado, let me present another fan favorite… our advice column.

”AHH! My schedule is so busy that I barely have time to help my team in SWC? What should I do?“

Well. I can totally relate to that to begin with. I have SO many things to do over the summer, even though my teachers say it's a time to relax. Homework, extra curriculum, tests, preparing for exams. And let's just say that it's great that you want to help your team! Remember that your health and wellness in real life, go BEFORE SWC! That might be hard to remember sometimes, as, I do too… BUT! Just remember that everything you're writing is helping your team! So work on your schedule first, and use extra time to do SWC. If you really want to participate in SWC more than right now, try prioritizing (I know that works for me)! Maybe instead of binging that super long TV show that you've been waiting months to watch with your friends, enter the SWC writing contest! You only have so much time every day, so make sure to do what YOU want to do. If you're willing to make sacrifices, then do so! If not, focus on the other things, there's always next week's weekly! Hope that somewhat helped!

”I accidentally time-traveled to 2016, what do I do?“

I'm jealous. LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE!!! Unless you can't of course.. UH. Try out things you haven't before, things you regret. Are you still moping over your 5th grade crush? ASK THEM OUT. TALK TO THEM! If you already know what happens if you don't talk to them… why not take a risk? Why not finally satisfy your inner being.. knowing that you did it! EAT MUCH FOOD. There are so many foods that are gone now it's actually so sad UGH. So eat. Also bond with your friends, and really just try a different thing that you did last 2016. Maybe invent something new that is here today but wasn't around back then. I'm still jealous.

”What do I do if I get locked outside my house for 5 hours?"

Um. Wow. I give my condolences first of all. I cannot stress how many times I've been locked outside my house either in super hot heat, the sun, or when it's raining. You get all drenched and stuff BLECH. If you have a bag or something with you, maybe play a game, (pickpocket your house ) do some homework, call a friend, count the clouds, draw, cry, or dance. Try to make the best out of this time! We all say that we don't have enough time in a day to get everything done.. soooo… maybe take this time to do yoga- you've always wanted to do yoga in your free time right?

HOPED THIS HELPED EVERYONE!! This week's advice is a bit shorter than last week's, but we'll make that up to YOU GUYS with extra questions next week! So drop your troubles down below and I got you.

Signing off this week,

Gela

Part 4:

Are you tired of those lazy soccer referees at your child's soccer game that seems to do nothing? That get PAID for looking at their phone the entire time before looking up once in a while to award a PENALTY KICK to the other team when your striker was only offsides?

I can relate. Absolutely ridiculous. So hire a real referee. We here at (redacted) refereeing, we train real teenagers to really learn the rules of the game and help themselves in the future. We don't award unfair kicks, we make fair marks, without bias, which some professional referees have trouble doing.

Our course takes a teenager through a year long lesson training, with real chances of refereeing at PROFESSIONAL soccer games! Our latest field trip took a group of referees in training to the popular (redacted) vs. (redacted) game last month! Our referees care about the game, and have been rated 4.7 stars out of 5 on almost every website!

We also make sure that our referees are legit, and won't doze off during a game by giving exams, and even a fitness training session every month. If that's not enough, you can even pick your referees each time, by looking on our website, and reviewing them each time.

We're well paying, and looking forward to training/refereeing your child/child's soccer game.

(redacted) refereeing, the REAL referees.


7.07 Daily (+429)

∆ Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

Sometimes, if I wish hard enough, I can still see him there. Tall and handsome against the cold breeze and the setting sun. Orange light reflects against his clothing and laughing.

His laugh is what I remember the most, tinkly like the sound of fairy dust being sprinkled along the forest- a classic my mother used to tell me when I was younger. Like the rain when the sun comes out.. creating a beautiful light illusion- a rainbow.

I know that I'm not at fault here, it was him who made the decision. We both knew it, it just wasn't meant to be. But it still hurt like one thousand knives cutting into my heart. Piercing.

It was this day exactly last year. Sunday morning, he had called me to see if I was well, if I could hang out later. I replied ‘sure’ and we set a time. 6pm, an evening date, romantic and beautiful.

I had searched my entire wardrobe two times, before picking out a light blouse and pencil skirt- even asked my room mates to help. We had been dating for over 2 years, yet I still wanted and needed to impress him every time.

It was 5:20, I had arrived at the place early, to find parking- I had read reviews that it would be busy at this time of day.

After finding parking, I strolled around trying to kill time. Shopped for a bouquet of flowers- daffodils, his favorite, at the nearby grocery store. It was 5:55 when I returned to the restaurant and sat at a table. He hadn't showed yet, which was odd- as he was usually early.

I lasted 10 minutes before calling him. He didn't answer. I figured he must be driving, maybe running late- stuck in traffic. Rush hour was around this time.

I texted another 10 minutes later. No answer.

I ended up waiting around half an hour more before calling him again, and left the restaurant around 7:00, scared.

Scared because I was afraid something had happened, he was the most reliable person I knew and I trusted him. I called his parents and sister next, they had heard from him- at 5:00. They said he had gone out.

I feared the worst- was he in a car accident? A fight?

I called him again, then the police.

***

He returned my text at 8:00, well, not quite him. But his “associate”. She was nineteen, a freshman in college, and writing to tell me that he was okay. My suspicions grew immediately.


WEEKLY OF 7.03 ~2494 words

∆ Kamala Khan
Age: 16
Sexuality: Not sure if specifies in show
Species: Human / Superhero

Strengths: passionate, kind, brave, clever, talkative, friendly, superpower, willing to take risks, not afraid to speak out
Weaknesses: can at times be scared of family, sometime secretive

Obsessed with marvel, excited about new powers, in a somewhat secure place in her life.

Part 1: (+455)

“Sit down, really, I insist.” Kamala turned her head to see an old woman give up her own chair and motion Kamala to it.

After a moment of hesitation, Kamala obeyed reluctantly, and walked over. She sat on her hands, as, her powers weren't fully under control and she didn't want to accidentally cause a scene; especially in front of this woman.

The woman found another chair and sat down beside her, murmuring something about “this generation”. Kamala nodded awkwardly, still trying to piece together what the woman had said. The woman looked towards the darkening sky outside and closed her eyes. Kamala waited until she was almost positive that the woman was asleep until she got up and started to walk away slowly.

“Don't go.” The old woman's voice made Kamala jump and she turned back towards the woman.

“I-” Kamala failed to finish her sentence before the woman whispered something and lifted her arms. Kamala walked to where she was sitting and leaned over, trying to catch her sentence. “Pardon?” She looked out the window, where the old woman was now staring straight out of.

Blooming red flames were starting to break around the skyline and into the buildings across from the one they were currently in. Kamala turned her head quickly to the woman who's face showed no sign of alarm.

“Ma'am we need to evacuate immediately, there's a fire!” Kamala raced to the desk across the room and fumbled with her phone. When the automated message from calling was repeated again and again, Kamala threw it down with a groan and rushed back to the woman. “MA'AM CAN YOU HEAR ME?” She yelled over the screams that were beginning to chorus from rooms next door.

When she received no response, she pointed her hand to the chair where the woman was sitting, and prayed that something helpful would shoot out. She was responded with a beam of shining blue carrying and wrapping the woman in strands until she disappeared. She looked out the window quickly and saw the woman being led into an ambulance and grimaced.

Hopefully nothing too bad had happened.

Kamala then turned her attention to the smoke filled air. She hadn't noticed it before, and she covered her nose and mouth with her hoodie as she ran outside, pointing her hand everywhere. She jumped down the first set of stairs, landing on a beam of blue light, and looked behind her as she heard them.

Two screams, piercing. One on her left, next to a almost collapsing piece of bookshelf that had fallen down through out the chaos. On her right, a crying lady holding hands with her son were trapped by ceiling that had collapsed on them.

Part 2: (CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR MARVEL) ~850 words

The Natasha Romanoff, also known as the black widow is a fighter who will do things for the greater good. She works hard and at times is blunt. Questions others for the sake of the world and sacrificed herself for the people as well when someone was needed as a sacrifice for a sacred stone. She is powerful in her language and sometimes uses humor. Very straight up, and uses distractions in her speech- sometimes for the sake of finding information for het job. Very powerful individual overall not physically and mentally. Struggles with some past troubles, puts others first.

She sat down at the table across from a retired criminal.

“I told you, I stopped communicating with them a long time ago.” the man growled, baring his teeth and resting his hand on his coat pocket.

Natasha knew it was a weapon, yet she didn't budge to stop him, he knew he was under her control at this point.

“Again, this is my last time asking. Where is the rest of your gang?” she stood up so that she was now towering over the man, an intimidating trick.

'I.. told.. you.. I DON'T KNOW.“ The man sprang from his chair reaching into his pocket and pulling out a knife. He held it do Natasha's chin and let out a wicked grin.

He didn't have any time to say anything though, because the black widow jumped from her chair and kicked him in the leg. From there, she dove under the table and threw it back at him, covering him, and all in all trapping him with no escape.

”Okay. You really don't know?“ The man whimpered as she increased the pressure from her foot to the now flipped table.

”No wait..just remember.. remember Yelena?“ Natasha froze for a second,and a distant memory came back to her…

***

”Nat!“ Yelena's voice echoed through the small room they shared in the one story house their family lives in.

Natasha looked up from her homework pages just to see Yelena wack a small wooden board again and again.

”Ugh why can't I break it? how come you can?“ Yelena pouted and looked towards Natasha.

Natasha smiled, ”It's because you haven't practiced, c'mon, I'll show you.“ Natasha walked over to Yelena and sliced the board with a flick of her hand; Yelena just watched in awe.

”Now I wanna try!“ Yelena picked up the smaller half of the two sliced pieces of wood and went on to try to relocate Natasha's motions…

Tony stark, better known as iron man is a self made millionaire using technology as his guidance. He uses much humor in his day to day sentences, many times very dry. Very passionate about things he believes in.Many times will use humor to rebuttle others.Maybe blunt at times, cares a bit more about his work than people's needs as well. Once you get to know him, he's a great person, on the outside seems very rude, dismissal. Talks in a lot of techy ways, including large vocabulary. Character development was HUGE in this series. Towards the end showed more compassion and care.

As Tony walked closer to the machine,he couldn't help but think about all he was going to lose, from his daughter to Pepper.. but he would do this, for the greater good.

Only 3 steps remained between him and his decision, he hoped it was the right one. Steve watched from the side and nodded at him as he passed that side. They had never been on great terms, but he was still sad to see him go.

”Hey Rogers, don't take my fame, and rember to keep my building name as stark industries, I don't want to see any Rogers industries when I return.“ He looked at Steve and pursed his lips

It wasn't exactly a humorous situation though, as the chances of return were extremely slim, if not impossible.

Steve cracked a lighthearted smile,and Tony couldn't help but think about the first time they had met..

**
”So this is the guy that apparently my dad boasted and fangirled upon. huh.“ Tony inspected Steve and returned to his co.puter to do some small calculations.

Steve blinked a couple of times before sitting up.

”More experienters eh?“ Tony looked up from his screen.

”Shush you ruined my counting,“ he looked ba k down and cracked a displeased smile.

”don't remember asking.“ Steve replied, laying back down.

”“I can't deal with this guy, it's time for my lunch. EVERYBODY DISMISSED.” Tony threw the paper he had been holding mere seconds ago behind him and exited the room.

“But, the calculations-” a visiting scientist tried to argue, but Tony was gone.

Steve sat up again, “Nice guy huh,” he remarked dryly.

The scientist peered down at him, “He gets better buddy.” and he too, left the room as well.

***

Looking back now, Tony could only smile at those old times,they had seemed so long ago…


Part 3: (+713)

High school AU,Soulmate AU,Magic AU

Faery High was a pretty high school, hidden beneath the forbidden woods, it was one of the more prestiges high schools you could attend.

Of course, it being magical itself,and harboring mythical and endangered creatures meant that it was highly secretive.

Different types of creatures magical and not, came to learn secrets and habit magical powers.

It was a new year, and as the school opened the door, an overwhelming amount of joy and pride exhausted the founder.

He had founded the place back when he was a teen, and now, his own son would be attending this year.

The student body was bubbling with excitement when they entered, mutters and gossip rang through the halls, and the headmaster made a small announcement.

“Welcome all to Faery High!” the hallways quieted down as everybody stopped to listen.

***

Hayan looked at the small keycard she had received in the mail from the school a month ago, she was excited to start here. She would finally be able to fit in.

She was a pure blood vampire, and so automatically fit the application for the school. In fact, the school had reached out to her specifically, to ask if she would consider applying.

Hayan was ecstatic, both her mother, father, and both sets of grandparents had praised the school highly,and it was an honor to be in invited.

She slid the keycard underneath the chip on her locker and it swung open with a click.

As she reached in her bag to put in her books and coat, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Well.. it wasn't quite a tap more of as.. a push. She turned around to see a cute dark haired boy looking at her. He was scowling.

“Uh my locker?” Hayan realized she was blocking her neighboring locker, and rushed to move away. As he turned around, she couldn't help but check the back of his arm, that was where the soulmate markings were.

A crescent moon stared back at her and she sighed in disappointment.Most people had seen or at least known who their soulmates were, and this hurt.

She turned around and clomped back down to the first floor, and started towards class .

***

“Hi everyone, I'm..” the introductions seemed to go on for hours, people in every class started the same way, mentioning their hopes and dreams this year, etc etc.

Hayan couldn't help but.. be bored. She noticed how only a couple other students were descendants of magical mythical creatures, even less, pure bloods.

She returned to her dorm head aching, and legs feeling like death.

***

She found the door unlocked, which immediately but Hayan on unease- she had left it locked, for sure. She hid along the side of one side of the door, and slowly crept in.

The lights were on,and a delicious smell wafted from the kitchen. Hayan creeped closer, as she tiptoed, she tripped over a purple bag with the crest of their school on it.

“..LAAAALALALALA..” a voice singing along to the radio came from the kitchen as well. Hayan,less nervous, more curious now, peered around the wall separating the kitchen from the living area.

In the middle of the kitchen, stirring a batter and dancing around was a girl Hayan had never seen before.

Her hair was long and curly,the color of coral and ocean water. She smelled like fresh mint and chocolate, and Hayan couldn't help but smile.

The girl turned to her in surprise and gave a small exclamation in surprise.

“Ah! you must be Hayan Park?!” the girl's eyes lit up as she realized, “”You must be my roommate! I'm Ash!“ she smiled and her relaxed composure returned.

The girl set the bowl she was mixing on the countertop, and motioned Hayan to some sandwiches she hadn't noticed on the stove top. She then reached into the refrigerator to pull out iced drinks, looking beautiful and refreshing.

”Wait.. roommate?“ Hayan thought for a moment, and remembered the form she had signed..

'Ohhhhhh' she thought, and took a big bite from a sandwich on the counter. It was delicious, filled with vegetables and extremely tender meat.



Part 4: +436

I was never that close to Sana, yet I still have a hungry passion in me needing, wanting to find her and get her back.

She was more of a mother figure to me than a friend, to all of us really. She was the one that made us warm soup and fresh baked cookies when we got sick, the one who gave us hugs when we missed home.

Now missing, more than ever I just want a Sana hug, to reassure me everything is alright.

I walk outside the camp cabin that we built a little while ago when we realized that the government wasn't going to do anything.

It's quiet- most people aren't up at 10 o'clock at night. I walk near the computer lab and hear clicking inside followed by a pause.

”hey Gela.“ My close friend and cabin mate Avali looks at me through the window. ”c'mon in,“ she motions me in and I plop down in a chair next to her.

She sighs, ”missing Sana?“ I nod, knowing that Avali was much closer,and must've suffering a bit more. After all, most people loved Sana, no one didn't know her. She cared for everyone and got to know people even in their worst times.

Avali pauses and returns to typing away, I can tell she's not making much progress and she groans in frustration when the screen rejects her input.

I get up and exit, not wanting to bother her anymore - I know she works better in quiet.

The air's gotten colder- I can feel it and I shiver in my light sweater. Up ahead, I see another figure near the water.. Ava. We were never too close, only bonding on small things, but it seems anybody could be your best friend in these times.

I nod a hello and keep walking. Apparently time has been passing faster than I think because the moon is bright and shining, it must me midnight.

I hear empty sobbing near me and I freeze- I don't want to interfere in anything, but thinking about it, they might need a friend. I walk towards the noise and see a moonlit figure on the clearance by the beach. They're drawing swirls in the sand and I watch them. They're not crying as much now, just small tears that are reflected in the moonlight. It's calming to see them like this, and I can't help but wonder who they are.

As I'm stepping closer, I trip on a branch, and their head swivels towards me.

I realize who it is, and I step back.

Then, I run.

7.06 Daily (+503)

∆ SCORPIO

”FOR THE LAST TIME, I JUST WANT A VANILLA CONE!“ the woman's voice echoed throughout the park, and Miles winced.

Out of pity or embarrassment he wasn't quite sure. The park was always this loud, something dramatic always happened, even in the small secluded park area.

He turned to his brother who was munching away at a vanilla ice cream cone, and couldn't help but wonder if they had been the reason of the woman's screaming rampage- they might've taken the last cone.

They walked along the sidewalk, as he ate, taking in the fresh spring air. The trees had just begun to sprout, flowers starting to bud. It was Miles' favorite time of the year; beautiful plants and flowers, spring rain in thunderstorms, and most of all, the game ceremony.

The game ceremony was an event held in the above every spring. Only the most honored guests were allowed to watch and participate; royals from all different planets and universes gathered together to participate in different games and celebrate themselves and their people.

This year, Miles' father was hosting in the above, and Miles couldn't wait. This would be his third games ever, after his father being dethroned, and a few years later, regaining the title when Miles was 13.

His father had done the forbidden and traveled into the under, to meet Miles' mother, and the previous queen for the last day. She had died due to deteriorating health after she gave up her immortality for Miles' younger brother.

Miles shivered in excitement just thinking about it. This year he would finally be able to participate, and he was determined to win and bring pride to his people, and father.

”Miiiiiiles. Ugh are you listening?“ Miles was shaken from his thoughts as his brother shook his arm. ”I want to go home Miles. Miles? Hellooooo?“

Miles nodded and checked his phone, 3:59. They had been out for close to 2 hours now, and he was told that when he got in the zone thinking, he was really into it, so.. poor guy.. waiting and walking around with a half melted ice cream cone.

***

They arrived home a little while later, and Miles ran straight to his room, thinking about the games reminded him that he had little time to prepare for it. He wasn't sure what category he would be competing in quite yet, but preparation never did anyone wrong.

He logged into the laptop to email his dad, who was probably on the other side of the world preparing for his guests.

As he opened the slot for dms to his father, he found a new message carrier in his requests. A new founder of a society in another universe was asking if Miles would consider playing for their planet, as they were fairly new and had quite a small population and world.

Miles rolled his eyes and prepared to leave the site when the rest of the message caught his eye.

”We can bring back your mother.“


7.05 Daily

∆ ”A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.“

Ellie looked at the list on her bulletin board for the fiftieth time. The lightly lined paper bored into her eyes and she sighed. She got up and crossed the room to her ”achievement wall“; rows and rows of elementary and middle school certificates lined the wall. Golden medals surrounded them on the edges. Only one silver medal accompanied them.

She remembered the silver medal, and the disappointment it had created for her when she got it. It had been for the middle school science fair in grade 7; beaten by her best friend at the time- Lou.

Their friendship broke after that, Ellie's competitive and jealous nature couldn't deal with the spotlight Lou shone in. Looking back now, Ellie felt a pang of sadness; she was the one that had edged it off, and who knew? Maybe they would've still been best friends today. Being the person she was, forever needing, wanting, having to be first place, the best, Lou had been the first and last friend that Ellie had been close to since first grade when all the kids knew were to chase each other around yelling and laughing.

Now, Ellie walked along the wall remembering every win, and loss she had ever received. It was her senior year, and she had just sent out her college applications. Years and years of preparation led up to this moment. It would either make or break her life, her entire destiny depended on this.

Taking out her pen, she slowly trudged back to the desk that she had sat at for so many years, forever working to do her best, to end up on top. She crossed out the final thing on the list, ”Mail Application“ and sat back down on her bed. She lied down, and couldn't help but wonder..

”Was it really worth all this?“


7.02: Daily

∆ ”You will go to space.“

The plan was set. We had been planning this trip for years, hours and hours of tedious picking and researching for the perfect place. Elise had been the hardest worker here, but I had to give myself some credit as well, after all, I was the one who brought everyone together to do this 8 years ago.

”Everybody ready?“ Kay's voice shook me from my thoughts.

”Ready. Let's do this.“ My voice was followed by a echo of yes'.

Everything was on the line here. Every moment counted- even one wrong calculation could cause us to crash back down to earth and explode.. or worse.

I wasn't going to think about that now though. We were going to make it and I was going to be a part of helping my group mates achieve this final stretch.

I buckled up my seatbelt, securing it again and again until I heard the corresponding clicks.

Satisfying.

”In 3.. 2.." Sound faded from my ears and I held my breath as I felt the familiar vibration from the ship. We had done so many practice runs that I thought I would be used to it by now, the slow vibrating shaking us up and down until a fast lift gave my heart a little scare.

But no. I would never get used to this. I felt my heart speed up as the lift started and I looked back through the window. Sound started making its way back into my system and I took a deep breath. It would be a while before I would take another breath of fresh earth air again.

I could just barely spot the enormous sign that my family had designed for me in the stadium. Everything else looked like specks of dirt.

Every while I would feel a little rumbling, and my heart would take a dive for the worst but we always ended up steady. Just a little turbulence.

Outside, I could no longer see the bright blue sky, but the darkening navy blue atmosphere.

This was the final stretch. We had never been this high before. A couple more minutes and we would be above our blue home planet of earth.

That was when I heard it, a small shriek from the headset. Immediate voices flooded it asking what was wrong.

Elise's shaking voice filled the microphone as she took fast breaths and informed us of what we all feared. We were less than 10 seconds from reaching space, what could be wrong?

My heart raced and before Elise could finish her sentence, we reached it.

Space. It was so beautiful, white glimmering stars in pitch darkness, looking down at earth- all the lights and landscape.

Then, we started to plummet.

∆ thank u sm for reading!