Let's make this daily interesting and put it into a third person perspective, eh?
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July 1st Daily || 413 words
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Ellie woke up to the alarm she heard every morning. Sleepily, she turned it off. She hated hearing her alarm clock, even if it was a peaceful alarm, she hated hearing the same thing every day right near her ear, her phone practically shouting. She lay in bed, exhausted. She was already tired from walking around the giant city she had visited the day before. Was she really ready to wake up and run around again?
She got out of her cozy bed and walked downstairs, no one was awake. She got ready for her big day, if it was even still going to happen. She wanted to play on the Nintendo Switch, her favourite video game console, but her parents wouldn't allow her to do that.
Her parents were now awake, so Ellie snuck back upstairs and grabbed her tablet. She checked Scratch like she usually did daily. She then looked at the date, realizing what a special day it was…
“IT'S SWC!!!” exclaimed Ellie in delight. Her sister stayed asleep somehow. She instantly opened a new tab and checked July's SWC. She checked through the description and the comment section as if it were a whole new world to her. She had been looking forward to this day for 3 whole months, which was since the last SWC ended. She looked at the daily, which was the same it was the last time it was the first day of SWC. She introduced herself like everyone else and began writing this story.
Now, Ellie was excited, extremely excited. She completely forgot how tired she was, and completely forgot to pack for her trip today until the last minute. But it was worth it to show everyone in SWC about her.
“I enjoy art and writing, those are my favourite hobbies for sure!” typed Ellie, the keyboard clicking under her fingers. “Some of my favourite things other than that, though, are Scratch, kittens (I have 9 kittens and 2 full grown cats), and Nintendo (Mostly Yoshi and Paper Mario)!” she continued typing.
“Maybe my month will be a little bit busier than I thought! Because with SWC, it's time to start writing until I no longer can!” exclaimed Ellie, still typing on the keyboard. She envisioned herself still doing the same things, just relaxing around the house with barely anything to do, but instead, typing a wondrous story. Now, Ellie could not wait to share her stories with you. Yeah, you, fellow reader!

Daily 7/1
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Hi there! I'm Myra, and I go by she/her pronouns. I'm a musical theatre-loving ambivert who enjoys writing, reading, singing, baking, and photography! Some of my favorite books include Keeper of the Lost Cities, City of Bones, PJO, The Stolen Kingdom, and basically anything in the fantasy genre.
This is my very first session of SWC, and I'm really excited to go on this journey and make memories with all of you! #ThrillerFTW <33

The Vampire Family - 879 words

Note: The prompt from offsite, which was to write a flash fiction titled ‘The Vampire’s Family’ but I made it ‘The Vampire Family’. Enjoy!

With two taps, the rose within the glass pitchers evaporated. The house was now filled with an airy aura that floated across the quarters.

The youngest daughter, Mage, began rubbing her fangs against her lip. How long will it take for another meal? Through the bath tank half-filled with water, she could see the flower’s surroundings: a patch of green, with the flower jutting out of the middle of nowhere.

Of course, this was not the ideal scenario, but considering its efficiency, placing a lone flower in an empty field could work. A child could accidentally smash it, glance at it for way too long and get sucked into.

Mage sagged, hanging over the water. No human feet seemed near the rose. They must’ve been so preoccupied with their field walks. And a rose, color fresh as blood, would raise a red flag in their heads.

Footsteps began surrounding the house.

“Mage, lunch!” Valen, her mom called.

Mage froze. Hunting was a secret hobby of hers no one, except her older brother, knew. Though five siblings resided in the Vampire household, every member was thoroughly accounted for by their two moms. Eating meals together was a family tradition: skipping one would prohibit one from exiting the house.

Of course, Mage rarely left the house, so getting grounded wouldn’t be a big deal, but Mal’s iron rage was threatening enough.

“Sorry, I’ll be coming soon!” Mage shouted.

Usually, the plates would be filled with bones and bread covered in blood, or live animals preserved in glass containers. Human meals were a rare delicacy, caught for its captor to devour.

Plonk.

An update? Mage leaned over, observing the changes. This time, a girl with medium-length brown hair walked over, staring at the rose.

Mage smirked. This would be the 10th human she would devour. Now it’s just time to- Mage’s eyes widened. The girl was beautiful, breathtaking, almost.

If I devour her right now, I’ll be done with her.
“Mage!” Mal’s gruff voice called. “If you’re not coming, you’re cooked!”

The girl placed her thumb on the stem of the rose. Mage quickly tapped the water twice, emerging thorns.

The girl pulled away, but a cup of blood had already left her thumb. It was sore with redness, two blisters overlapping into an x.

After the girl ran, Mage drained the water out of the bathtub, and the thorns of roses smoothened. She sucked four rose petals, slowly devouring the flavor as color rushed out of each four.

Four taps, and the rose was back. Surely no one would notice four extra petals missing from a rose– those roses had a hundred petals, after all, she’d used the rose time and time again to make captures.

She quickly ran down. Nothing much was stained, and she hadn’t taken too long, from the warped clock hung in her bathroom.

“I hope I’m not late,” she glanced at three empty seats at the table, which meant three siblings weren’t here. She should be fine, at least, that’s what she thought.

A stern voice cleared her throat. “Let’s talk, Mage.”

Mage darted her eyes away, as her hands fidgeted. “W-what is it? Could we please talk after din- I mean lunch?”

Mal narrowed her eyes. “No, right now.”

The oldest sibling, Sie, turned her gaze towards Mage.

“Mage, I want you to answer this honestly.” Each word was placed carefully. “I know when you are lying.”

“Yes, Mother Mal.”

“Do you know magic?”

Mage raised an eyebrow. “Magic?”

“Mage.” Mal’s eyes intensified. “I’ve seen the wall crack about ten times, and I know what you have been up to.”

Mage hesitated. Magic. Do I really have it?
“For the sake of saving you embarrassment, I will not say what you have done in front of the family. However, your mother and I have been discussing your behavior lately.”

Mage shivered. “I-I thought the Vampire family was able to teleport objects with specific finger patterns!”

Valen’s face softened. “That’s not true. Other than me, there are no magic holders.“

Sie grinned. “So there’s no coincidence you named her Mage, Mother Valen.”

“I did not intend this, however, there are consequences.” Valen paused, before continuing. “Every time you teleport objects outside of this realm or visit the human world, you cause damage to this world. Some can be immediately repaired, but others won’t and sacrifices are permanent.”

“I never knew,” Mage began.

“I know, but that’s why Mal told you not to, and how many kills have you obtained?”

Mage looked around, as she noticed Valen’s wicked glare. Slowly, an answer emerged: “Ten. Technically nine, and one blistered thumb.”

“Ten before the age of sixteen. Then it’s no surprise to me that the mirror in the downstairs bathroom is cracked, and the basement is almost edged with cement.” Valen quickly answered.

Mal stared straight at Mage, eyes pushed together “The punishment for you is-”

“Wait, Mal, Mage is a good kid. She will understand.” She placed a hand on Mage’s shoulder, before lowering her voice down to a whisper.

“Or we’ll feast upon that girl with a blistered thumb.”

I stare at the clock. 7:44. The sleepiness in my eyes slowly drifts off like steam. A few moments pass before the gears in my head start turning, thoughts jumbling into my brain and increasing speed. But in that grey mess of meaningless thought, one catches my attention. Scratch Writing Camp has started. I jump out of my bed, walking straight to the computer. All the fragments of ideas and writing prompts over the last months become clearer, glistening like crystals in my mind’s eye. And that urge to write, the one that disappeared without a trace only a few days after SWC was over, was back. My fingers flew across the keyboard. It was time to write.

Daily for July 1st

Word Count: 350

Hello, I'm Dawn! I'm your not-at-all usual 15 year old female. I go by the pronouns she/her, both in real life and online. I'm a Christian and a couple of my favourite Christian authors are Melanie Dickerson and Lynn Austin. I'm not in many fandoms but the one I am in is KotLC (I fully ship Sokeefe, Fitzphie is a disaster). This will be my 3rd(?) time participating in SWC and my first time as a co-leader. I've been in 8(?) scratch camps, a lot of them writing. I love to write (as you can probably tell). My favourite genres to write in are Real-Fi and Fantasy, pretty much opposites, as well as Fan Fiction. My favourite genres to read in are different from my favourite genres to write in. I love to read Historical Fiction and Romance, but they're not my favourite to write in. I mainly write short stories or Fan-Fics. I currently have 7 stories started. By started, I mean the first sentence has been written. In addition to writing and reading, I also love to do graphic design (I'm considering it as a career), knit, bike, swim, organize (Lol, also considering this as a career), and hang out with friends. I'm a very social person, though I'm an omnivert, so depending on the situation, I can get easily drained. The cabin I'm co-leading this session is Adventure (We will crush you all >:)), in previous sessions, I've been in Real-Fi (March 2022) and Myth (November 2021). I know a lot of y'all already and am looking forward to getting to know more of you. Yesterday, I discovered I can type decently fast on a tablet. :0 I've got to go now because I have a camp until Monday and I'm leaving in a few minutes! I can still go on though because it's not that far and I'll be driving (I mean my mom will be driving since I don't have my licence yet) back home each night and leaving again each morning. Which hopefully means I'll be able to complete the dailies and weekly.

Daily:
“Hi! I'm Angie, and this is my first SWC! I love reading, crocheting, D&D, and a whole bunch of other stuff! I am in Poetry cabin so- POETRY FTW!! And if you think other wise good luck but if you are an enemy we will bring you down!! /lh another few things about me: I constantly change what genre I write in, but I mostly write poetry and have been for over a year. I love cats… and this daily is getting hard because I'm not much of an interesting person /hj I'm still kinda working on an OC…(while RPing as her Yes, mistakes were made) but I'll tell you the things I've decided:She goes by Angie and/or Alice, Neutral-Good, is an all-over-the-place kind of person (not energy wise though), wears older fashion because why not, and you can see her description as the glitchy picture in my pfp. So she’s basically just another side of me. My favorite animal is a dragon, and favorite color is yellow. I use a lot of symbolism. I'm a daydreamer or romantic (whatever you want to call it) and my favorite rose color is yellow with red tips. Feel free to RP with me anytime!”

We can make our own threads, right?? If so, here it is: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/571028/

–cherry-girl
❝A picture is worth a thousand words❞

ᵂᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵃᶦⁿ ᶜᵃᵇᶦⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴶᵘˡʸ ²⁰²² ˢᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ˢᵂᶜᵎ ˢᵂᶜ, ᵒʳ ˢᶜʳᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵂʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵐᵖ, ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵗʳᶦᵃⁿⁿᵘᵃˡ ᵛᶦʳᵗᵘᵃˡ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵐᵖ, ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵖᵃʳᵗᶦᶜᶦᵖᵃⁿᵗ ˢᵉᵗˢ ᵃ ʷᵒʳᵈ ᵍᵒᵃˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶦᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍᶦⁿⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃᵐᵖ. ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃˡˡ ʷᵉ ᵈᵒ ⁻ ˢᵂᶜ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵉⁿᵗᵃᶦˡˢ ᵃᶜᵗᶦᵛᶦᵗᶦᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ, ᶠᵘⁿ ᶜʰᵃˡˡᵉⁿᵍᵉˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᶦᵛᵉ ˡᶦᵐᶦᵗᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵃˢᵏˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵃʳⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵃᵇᶦⁿ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗˢ. ᵀʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵖ ʳᵘⁿˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ¹ˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵘˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ³¹ˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵘˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵉⁿᵗᶦʳᵉˡʸ ᵒⁿˡᶦⁿᵉ, ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᶦʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᶦⁿ ⁻ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ʷᵉ ᵉⁿᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᶦⁿᶦˢʰ ᵃᶜᵗᶦᵛᶦᵗᶦᵉˢ ᵃˢ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵃˢ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇˡᵉ.

✄ - - - - - - - - - ᵛᵉʳᵃ'ˢ ʲᵒᵘʳⁿᵃˡ: ᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗˢ ˊˎ-

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thank you, thank you! ᶦ ᵏⁿᵒʷ, ᶦ'ᵐ ᶦⁿᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵇˡᵉ.

Silvie's daily (252 words)
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Hey! My name is Silvie, my pronouns are she/her and I'm so excited for my second session of swc! I'm an amateur writer, graphic designer, and marvel addict. I love to draw, write, crochet and watch tv. I can't do any activity without music, so I have a lot of suggestions and playlists on spotify. I can't go a day without coming up with another writing idea and planning out a new character. I probably have over 100 google doc documents because of all the short lived stories. my favorite genre to write is realistic fiction or murder mystery. my favorite genre to read is the same lol. I love coming up with characters, how they would act and dress etc. I've written a few stories, but my longest was a murder story. I'm currently working on three stories, a fan fiction, a realistic and a mystery. My least favorite thing to write is a memoir/narrative because nothing exciting ever happens in my life. One of my biggest dreams is to write a book and then design an amazing cover. i would also love to be a screenwriter, i have so many movie or tv ideas up in my head. Most of my more out there ideas are from dreams I've had. my favorite book series is Pretty little liars, it gave me so many ideas. my favorite music artist is sir chloe, they gave me so much inspo. I'm so excited for July, fantasy ftw and have an amazing day!
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Daily #1

Hiya! I'm Ebony! My pronouns are she/her. This is my second SCW session, and this time, I'm in mystery! Last session I was in contemp. I like reading, playing video games, Scratch, Youtube, food, cats, and baking! I'm a really big Star Wars fan. I don't really like sports, bugs, and veggies. And I really hate Fortnite. That's all I can think of for now! May the Force be with you!

when green flag clicked

forever
say [Dystopian Ruins FTW!]
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daily: july 1st
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Hello to everyone who is reading this! I'm Peachi, and I use she/they pronouns. Now, I'm going to talk about myself. Obviously, I love writing enough to join Scratch Writing Camp (SWC) twice (making July 2022 my second session), but I also like reading, drawing, and typing up random messages on my profile for me to look at. (If you can't tell already, I have a lot of free time.) When describing myself online, I would definitely say that I am and can be very chaotic, but in real life that isn't exactly what's up. Whatever, I spend a lot of real life writing for SWC, so I don't think my social situation matters very much. My favorite genres to write in would probably be fantasy, fanfiction, and occasionally the other genres since my mood sometimes changes. Funnily enough, the two cabins I have been sorted into are Fantasy (March) and Fan-fi (July). Fantasy and fanfiction are also my favorite genres to read! As for what fandoms I could theoretically write or read fanfiction of, I like (read the series's warnings very carefully):

• Fullmetal Alchemist (FMA) is a manga written by Hiromu Arakawa that has been adapted into an anime two times: once as Fullmetal Alchemist in 2003, the other as Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. I could probably go on and on about FMA and which version I prefer and what the differences are (also, don't talk about the nonexistent live-action movie. There was, is, and will never be a live action movie, got that?), but I have limited space and don't want to take up the whole post :')
  
• Avatar: the Last Airbender (A;TLA/ATLA) is a TV show created by Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko. There is no live-action movie of A;TLA. There are graphic novels that are set after the ending and a sequel series called Legend of Korra (LoK), all of which I like. I haven't rewatched it in ages, so I should probably do that when SWC ends. ATLA is the only thing I can universally recommend because it is For Kids.
  
• The Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) is a bunch of movies, TV shows, and things on Disney Plus. I only like a fraction of the things there, but that doesn't really influence whether or not I'm willing to dive into that universe and write things about the characters.
  
• The Adventure Zone (TAZ) is a Dungeons and Dragons live-play podcast by the brothers Travis, Justin, and Griffin McElroy (plus their dad Clint). The first arc, Balance, has been adapted into (so far) four very good graphic novels drawn by Carey Pietsch. I am recently very into the first seasion of the Ethersea arc, which is very close to completion and really liked Balance.
  

There are probably more, but on to other things that I can introduce about me! I am currently working on a series that I call Timed (though that's mostly just a placeholder name), which involves most of the characters you will see in my profile pictures. It could possibly end up a comic if I have enough motivation; if not, it will end up a script. I've got part of the outline set out, though I'm kinda working blindly without a bigger plan for the series, and am working on the refs. I just need to do a lot of practice on drawing backgrounds and the setting and get the motivation to draw.

･ ｡ﾟ : * . ☽ . * : ｡ﾟ･ july 1st daily ･ ｡ﾟ : * . ☽ . * : ｡ﾟ･

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hello there! you can call me luna, i use she / they pronouns! i know luna can be a common name so to avoid confusion you can call me lu when there’s another luna around haha. i’m in the pdt timezone and i’m writing this pretty late at night <3 my personality type is infp-t although i never bothered to figure out what that means exactly- i only know because a friend forced me to take the quiz. i’m a pisces, south asian, and definitely fruity :] this swc session i’m in real-fi cabin! i enjoy drawing and writing among other activities. i like drawing digitally with procreate, and i also really enjoy watercolor and acrylic painting! my favorite traditional writing tool however is markers! i used to draw ferals but i took a break and completely forgot how, so now i draw humans! i may have a slight problem with collecting way too many notebooks ahah- i also procrastinate way too much than i should unfortunately! i really enjoy writing but i have the problem of starting stories and never finishing them, i have so many ideas just waiting for me to get back to! hopefully joining swc will help me improve at my writing! i’ve liked writing ever since elementary school and i’ve recently decided to try and improve with swc! i really enjoy coming up with characters and writing backstories for them! i’m currently learning how to play the piano, an instrument i have a love / hate relationship with but i have to learn regardless :’) i am extremely indecisive and i usually try to avoid making decisions as much as possible! i also am slightly short-tempered ahah but i’m trying to get that under control! i am introverted but enjoy the company of people, i just get burnt out of socializing often. i’m a part of many fandoms, including owl house, amphibia, avatar the last airbender, hunger games, divergent, gravity falls, warriors, riordan universe, undertale, and many more! if you ever want to talk about these fandoms be prepared for me to spiral onto rants about the topics hehe. my favorite genres are fantasy, realistic fiction, dystopian, mythology, and adventure! i’m also a bit of a hopeless romantic haha. my favorite school subject is definitely lunch and i dislike history : i can be kind of perfectionist sometimes and bite off way more than i can chew! i’m afraid of most things, like insects, the unknown, and the future, and i can be negative and jumpy i get bored very easily and can be very lazy and unmotivated.. i can sometimes fixate on a project or idea and work on it day and night only to abandon it halfway, and i’m hoping that participating in swc can help me overcome this! i like learning new skills, like origami paper folding, however i usually forget how to do the skill the next day. i’ve also tried taking many extracurricular classes, like dance, swimming, and coding, but nothing really seemed to stick, however i’m glad i learned to swim. one thing i absolutely cannot do is baking! something you should know is that you should never allow me near a kitchen haha! my favorite colors are blues and purples! i really enjoy bullet journaling and taking notes, they both let me be creative and help me organize my life! i really enjoy going to libraries and bookstores purely for the environment. i love the feeling of seeing books lining the walls, and there is always such a peaceful vibe found in these spaces! a fun fact about me is that i’m a vegetarian and i don’t eat eggs, i have been for basically my whole life! one of my goals is to reach a 365 day streak on duolingo and so far i have 56 days, i just hope i can keep it going! i love listening to jazz music but every song i end up listening to just makes me feel lonely and miss my friends, so i end up listening to classical and instrumental music! anyway, i really like to role play except i’ve never mustered up the courage to ask my irl friends to join me so i usually just play with my younger sibling! i have many characters that i’ve created in my dreams and end up waking up and growing attached to! sometimes i also get writing ideas in my dreams but if i don’t write them down fast enough i forget about them… i hope this happens this month haha! this intro was somewhat of a ramble but i wanted to start swc off grandly by trying to reach 1000 words and i did not really plan it out… but hey! i wrote 1000 words and i’m a tenth of the way there to my word goal! it’s actually very difficult coming up with facts about yourself after a while, especially when you’re writing late at night… if you read this far you must be as crazy as i am! but thank you for reading haha!

Hello!!! This is Coolgirl100-'s SWC table of contents!! Enjoy!!!


⎯⎯ ୨ Dailies ୧ ⎯⎯
1st of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=6#post-6427607
2nd of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=10#post-6429792
3rd of July: Skipped. =')
4th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=17#post-6435052
5th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=21#post-6437712
6th of July: Missed.
7th of July: Three-word stories.
8th of July: Missed!!!??? ='00
9th of July: Cabin Wars.
10th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=33#post-6448830
11th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=35#post-6450987
12th of July: Take a personality test as your character would!
13th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/713941974/
14th of July: Missed.
15th of July: Skipped. =')
16th of July: Skipped.
17th of July: Missed.
18th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=48#post-6466883
19th of July: Missed.
20th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=53#post-6471813 & https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=54#post-6472006
21st of July: Roleplay Day.
22nd of July: Mango Day.
23rd of July: Cabin Wars.
24th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=60#post-6480782
25th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=62#post-6482971
26th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=63#post-6485091
27th of July: Word Wars Day.
28th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=66#post-6490306
29th of July: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=67#post-6493325
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⎯⎯ ୨ Weeklies ୧ ⎯⎯
Week 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=14#post-6433066
Week 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=35#post-6451114
Week 3: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=49#post-6467125
Week 4: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=60#post-6480967
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⎯⎯ ୨ Word Wars ୧ ⎯⎯
1. https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=60#post-6480876 (lost)
2. https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=63#post-6485066 (won)
3. https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=68#post-6494112 (lost)
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⎯⎯ ୨ Other ୧ ⎯⎯
Myth Maze Challenge: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=38#post-6455805
Writing Competition entry: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=42#post-6460504
Cabin Wars: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=58#post-6478687
Another Myth Maze Challenge: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/612345/?page=60#post-6480833
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I’m a overly obsessed fan of the Harry Potter series, books and movies, and write too many stories to keep track of. I also, when I’m not
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The Daily for July 1st, 2022
My eyes drift awake and my consciousness returns. I cup my hands over my ears and stuff my head under my fluffy, pink pillow. I pause for a second, then open my eyes to glance around the room. I’m in a misty, grayish tent with miniature dressers along every side of cots that stretch out towards a daylight lit tent flap. I check back over to my own cot, which is a nice soft auburn color with my fluffy pink pillow laying where my head hovers above. Oh right, it’s the first day of camp. I stretch my hands over to snooze my alarm clock, but then remember I didn’t bring it here with me.
Well, obviously I didn’t bring it, because it would cause a lack of sleep here, and if I’m going to write anything today, I don’t want to ruin it for the others. Slowly and carefully, I push my feet off of the cot and straighten out my back. It seems to hurt, which must’ve been from the four hour car ride I took yesterday to get here. I put on one of my slippers and hop over to the tent flap as I shove on the other one. Outside the fresh wilderness air rushes through me and the sound of handfuls of birds chirp overhead like a song. Time to start the first day of Scratch Writing Camp!

The Daily for July 2nd, 2022
I gaze back at the miniature sprout growing out of a crack in my little cabin’s floorboard and press my hands around the ledges of the crack. A sense of growth floods throughout me like a tide rushing in and a green glow illuminates off of my hands. Come on, come on! Work already! My eyes start to glow an eerie green color and they reflect back onto the sprout.
In a moment or two, the sprout starts lifting upwards and its leaves start to slowly expand. I groan from the pressure I feel now winding through me and down through my hands. It’s painful, but I try to ignore it, focusing all of my concentration, energy, and strength into the tiny little plant. This is the farthest I’ve gotten trying to attempt this spell, and until now, I haven’t even been able to enlarge the seedling. So far, I haven’t been this lucky, so this has to work.
The wooden floor board circling the sprout is beginning to give way and I can catch sight of a few barely visible thorns sprouting off the sides of the plant. This seems like it’s going to become a rose, which is the most common flower to be grown by us nymphs of the forest, but it’s not so awful or damaging to my chances of getting into the Academy. This is one time I really need this to work enough though, unlike it has been doing for the past week.
My fingers are painfully aching now, as if a three pound dumbell was resting on them for a few minutes. I try focusing my mind on the plant, but my brain keeps putting thoughts of the pressure into my head. After two minutes, the pain eventually spreads up through the palms of my hands. I try glueing them to the floor, but they don’t want to stay. I want to shout so severely, but I don’t want any of the nymphs sitting in the audience to think I’m not a clever fit.
Okay, if you mess this up, you’re not going to make it in. My breath commences into much faster paces and my heartbeat starts to pump like the engines of a car ready to speed down the highway. I use all of my willpower to lengthen the sprout, but in a matter of just a few moments the seedling erupts with bang. The audience heaves in large gasps and then falls silent. I take one glance back towards my little plant and watch in dismay as it withers away and disappears from my eyes.
My eyes briskly roll over to the audience where I can see many nymphs giving me stares of disapproval. You’ve failed, and you’re not ever getting into the Academy. As tears start streaming down my face, a thought whispers through my head. There will always be a way in, if not the way you originally expected.

The Daily for July 3rd, 2022
Well, this one time during this year I helped my friend get a puppy, (which is seriously the cutest puppy I’ve ever seen by the way), and we created a whole google slideshow presentation as to why we wanted to get my friend one which worked!
What we basically did in order to get the puppy was put in a bunch of reasons as to why my friend wanted to get the puppy, how the puppy could work out in her family, and a bunch of cute puppy photos on every slide to spruce up the overall obvious want of the puppy, (and I believe the puppy photos really helped since the presentation worked and they were such cute photos). I believe, from what I remember, we created the presentation over the span of a week and we took at least half of the time editing it multiple times, so it was the best it could be.
My friend was so happy the next school day I saw her because she was going to get her puppy, (her parents had said yes), and I felt so happy for her! I couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day!
I’ve also helped a friend from my Girl Scouts Troop by checking on their cats daily when they had been gone on a trip for around 2 weeks. They were such sweet and cute cats, and I was so delighted to be able to help them stay safe when their owners were gone on a trip. As an added bonus, I also played with the fluffy cats to keep the company and they were so content and happy. When the friend got back from their trip as well, they were so thrilled to see the kitties all safe and sound, and it made me so overjoyed for them. Those were some good times!

The Daily for July 4th, 2022
Ambiguity:
Roxie smirked, ignoring eye contact with Elaina. She was up to something.
“What?” Elaina read the look on Roxie’s face as she sat up straight and her expression confused. “Oh, I was just lying about on the sofa doing my work, why?”
Elaina eyeballed her and rolled her eyes, “You know, I don’t know how I can trust you if you keep using words like, ‘lying’, because it really seems as though you are lying.
Roxie avoids her eye contact and then starts mimicking Elaina, “‘lying around on the coach sounds like you are lying,’ are you made of bark or are you barking mad?” Elaina stares towards Roxie and sighs, pressing her fingers to her forehead in annoyance, “I still can’t understand your language, Roxie, with those types of words you use.” Roxie’s eyebrows wrinkle and she ignores Elaina, staring out the window of the car where a bustling metropolis bursts up through the horizon. “You know, I’m starting to get fed up with how few words you know.” Elaina laughs at this comment, slightly hurt by it, then remarks, “Fed up? What type of a word is that?”
“Oh please, there must at least be some things you know. Like you are starting to really move away from your average type of person.”
“Type?” Elaina snorts. Are you typing something out to a friend? Because, you know, I can’t understand you anymore. As Elaina plugs her ears and starts chanting a taunting song, Roxie grunts and pinches Elaina.
“Ouch! What are you doing?”
“Oh, just doing what I always do, about to use homonyms like to nip, not like you’d know that word anyways,” Roxie smiles.

Vagueness:
“Hey Roxie,” Elaina spoke suddenly while staring out of the window where fields flooded the horizon.
“Yeah?”
“Do you remember that place we were at just a few hours before?”
“No, what place?”
“You know, that place. With the blue sky.”
“You're joking right? Every place has a blue sky, or at least that I know of, so what the heck are you talking about?” Roxie answered, super confused by this.
“The place with the green grass, and a building.”
“Elaina, can you please explain in more detail, because I have absolutely no darn idea of what you are talking about.”
“The place. The place of course. It had a door.”
“‘The place,’ Roxie chuckled, “Seriously? Is that it’s name or something?”
“I believe so. From what I remember at least. Wait. No, I don’t believe that was it. I think it must have been…”
“Blue sky? Door? The Green Grass Grove?”
“That’s it!”
“What’s it? The Green Grass Grove?”
“It was The Place!”
Roxie cheeks blow up and then she starts bursting out laughing, “Someone in this world named a building… The Place? Elaina, what are you getting at?”
“No stop laughing! I’m not making a joke! I mean, surely you remember that book?”
“What book? Here you go again with your nonsense. Explain it to me in full detail now and maybe I’ll remember, but you’re making it very hard to remember anything.”
“Oh, come on, you should know this though. I shouldn’t have to describe it, besides, I hardly remember it myself,” Elaina says annoyed. Roxie just rolls her eyes and stares back at Elaina getting aggravated by the second, “Then why are you talking about some random place?”
“Oh, just to annoy you,” Elaina chirps while smiling.

The Daily for July 5th, 2022

Proverb: “We never know when the end is coming, so we should live everyday like it’s our last.”

I gaze out over the still glassy blue waters of the shimmering ocean makes me feel free. The usual sun that shines its rays down upon the blades of grass on the meadows surrounding my house makes me feel at peace with the world. I’ve been dreading this for a long time, and now I understand. How long do you really have on this planet, and will you or will you not regret the things you’ve done?
My hands are pressed upon the wooden ledge of my porch and my feet are dangling off of the side where below lays a lush grassy hill. Do I really have to leave this place soon for a bustling city life I’ve never wanted before? It scares me, in complete honesty. This has been exactly what I’ve needed my whole life, and now I’m just going to be giving it up. For what though? I’m not so sure yet.
I take in a whiff of the breeze which brushes ever so gently upon my nose and curls my hair in slight knots. I close my eyes as I listen in on the birds' conversations and the common rustle through the grass on the hills down below. My eyes start watering and eventually a stream falls down my cheeks like a waterfall. I release a hand from its position on the porch and softly brush the water from my eyes. I glance away from the ocean and the rolling hills and look over to my little wooden cottage.
It’s so nostalgic, with its little backyard where I used to sit outside and rock around on the swing. Or the tiny pond I found that one time under the bush where I saw a tiny baby duck swimming around, joyfully flapping its miniature wings. This might be the end of these moments of my life, but it reminds me that there will always be time to start fresh.

The Daily for July 6th, 2022

Her head must be dizzy by now, and yet they don’t want my help. That’s just the thing that annoys me the most though. When people don’t want my help, what is it that I can do? I can’t just sit here and not do anything while she’s about to have a seizure, because I can tell by the look in her eyes what is about to happen. She’ll say she doesn’t need help, but she should be more concerned about it, and looking out for herself. I’m shaking for her, I’m way too nervous, I don’t want to lose my friend.
She starts fiddling with her fingers and cracking her knuckles in fear, and yet she is still watching the show. It’s not healthy though, and if she keeps her eyes focused on the screen, I might have to yank her away. I just don’t want to seem like a bad friend though, I just want to know she’ll be okay. My instincts tell me that I shouldn’t do anything though, that was on my horoscope today for Pisces as well.
I’m starting to freak out and my palms are getting super sweaty and clammy. I want to pull her away but I’m afraid she’s just going to get angry at me. My mind fills up with thoughts and I put my hands up against the sides of my face and press them in to block out the sound. Then all of a sudden, I see my friend Marie's eyes roll up into her head and she starts shaking on the floor. I scream out for someone to help but no one answers, so I resort to the next best option.
I place a rather fluffy, red pillow from off of the couch under her head and roll her to her side. I wait for her to stop, which takes at least 6 minutes, and for most of the time I’m pushing her closer to the couch so she doesn’t actually hit an object that’s super sharp. When she finally stops I take a deep breath then lay my head back on the side of the couch.
She opens her eyes and looks up at me with shocked eyes. “You… made sure I was safe,” she chuckles slightly while smiling. “Well, I mean I guess I took the time to learn how to deal with it,” I say doubtful that I did anything that helpful. “I thought you were such a horoscope nerd is all,” she laughs. “I’m still one,” I admit.
“No it’s just, you decided not to go with the horoscope saying of today and you actually helped me, like I’ve told you, you could do before.”
“Well, maybe it was just my Pisces instincts.”
“I have a feeling it wasn’t.”
“I couldn’t leave you there though, having a seizure!”
“But still, you’re not as nerdy as I thought,” she says adamantly. “Oh please, I am still such a nerd, I mean if you know me,” I say before she cuts me off. “Well, see, you don’t need to believe in horoscopes and zodiac signs. Because, that worked, right?” she reminds me. “I guess, yeah it did,” I chortle. Then we both share a laugh.

The Daily for July 8th, 2022
Prompt Song-Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics (Non-Translated)

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Hold your head up, keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on, keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on, keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on, keep your head up
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I travel the world and the seven seas

Prompt Song-Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics (Translated into 6 Languages)

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I traveled the world with seven oceans
All going to search
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to be used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be persecuted
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I traveled the world with seven oceans
All going to search
Hold your head, take care of your head, move on
Hold your head, movin ‘on, keep your head, movin’ on
Hold your head, movin ‘on, keep your head, movin’ on
Hold your head, move, forward your head
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to be used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be persecuted
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I traveled the world with seven oceans
All going to search
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I traveled the world with seven oceans
All going to search
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I traveled the world with seven oceans
All going to search
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I traveled the world with seven oceans
All going to search
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I traveled the world with seven oceans

(Translated with the languages Irish, Oromo, Latin, French, Persian, Sundanese)

I could see the island in the distance, shining in all its own glory, but it just didn’t seem real. It felt fake, somehow, even if I knew in my mind that it all seemed so real but it wasn’t. Oh, who am I to disagree though? This is most definitely real.
My legs kick off of the side of my ship, The Merry Eurythmics, and I catch my hands on the wooden ladder as I scramble down off to the sandy beach area. I start treading through the sand but my boots start to fill up. I examine my boots I’m wearing and they appear to both have a hole in them. Probably either from my last trip on the 6th sea or from manning the deck for the 10th time. I believe I use them way too much and now I realize I’m slowly descending into the sand. I have a thought that this must be quicksand, and I also now recognize that I was rather dumb for deciding to instantly step foot on the sand.
Since I’m slowly sinking in the quicksand, which is odd since usually on beaches they don’t have quicksand, I start shifting my arms and feet trying to make the quicksand transform more into a liquid substance. I shout out to anyone on the ship for help, and luckily somebody rushes over to my aid. It’s Amy, my second in command. He begins yanking me by my arms from the sand as I pacingly swish around my feet and arms. Steadily but surely Amy hauls me out of the quicksand, and I glance up to thank her, but she’s not there anymore.
Suddenly the whole world around me turns into an emerald-blue sky and the clouds dance around me like little, fluffy sheep. It’s calming, but I could have sworn I was just on an island I’d been searching for. This is so weird. I cup my hands around my head and kneel down about to cry, except the tears don’t come out. Am I dreaming? I must be. I open my eyes once more, but it’s still the same landscape. Maybe I’m not dreaming?
I’m so confused by this that I press my hands into my head and try to think up something interesting. It appears bouncing in the sky and I finally understand that I am dreaming. Yet before I’m able to do anything else, the world turns back to the glimmering blue sea and my ship, The Merry Eurythmics.

The Daily for July 10th, 2022
Words: Shade, Ideal, Indie, Index

Some days I’d go outside to pretend we didn’t live in a cruel world such as this. A world where nature has been almost completely forgotten and we’ve been left two steps in the mud. I know I don’t usually say much, but that’s because we’re not supposed to. Not anymore anyways.
Sometimes I’d like to sit under the shady tree with its small, constantly bubbling brook and think of how this world was before. When our world wasn’t broken and lied about. Lied about how good we are, when really, everyone is equally at fault in some way. They say we could build a better world, but is it already too late? Are we behind the clock?
Some people believe that our ideal location happens only when they are in power. Though, this will never be the case. We will fight against the odds and our dreams will persevere. One day.
Some answer our prayer of hope, but there have been few. Maybe one day we’ll lay under that indie blue sky of ours again. The one we’ve had ever so long ago. Maybe one day we won’t have to scroll through each and every index card with every wonderful thing we’ve had before, crying sadly since we know how far away we are.
Somehow I’ve found that even the smallest aspects of the old world are the things I miss the most. I know it’s not something most people want back, but I hate to see this world crumbling. I believe it’s those aspects that hold us together as well. And that every person has a job in saving this world. Still, is it too late?
Some of us wander the land searching for what we’ve still got. Those last bits of the truth about us. For proof of our old selves, because otherwise, people have forgotten. I’ll look up every now and again at this cold, dull, gray sky that they want us to get used to now and the tears will stream. Since I remember the last time I sat under a different sky. Not one filled with smoke.
Some thoughts will drift through my mind at times, like dreams I escape to. Their indie colors and their young smiles showing from the times when we would run through the hills, hand in hand. That’s almost faded now, and it’s because they want that. If you miss it too, don’t let go.

The Daily for July 11th, 2022
She hadn’t seen them for 10 years by now, and here she was, turning up on their doorstep. Her still matted brown hair with leaves tucked up in random locations gave the impression that she hadn’t been in the city for very long. Possibly for all those 10 years, perhaps. Along with her matted brown hair, she wore such ragged clothing ranging from the colors of rose red to sage green, but they were all so badly dirtied up it was hard to tell where the shirt ended and the pants began. It looked like it was a parade of different colors.
Her hands were shaking as she tremblingly knocked on the wooden door. It had been so long since she’d been here, so long since the miss placement. The girl waited there on the steps for a while before deciding to walk away. However, before she could do so, the door creaked open slightly and the girl with the matted brown hair stepped cautiously inside.
The house looked like it was falling apart. Ivy vines spread across the walls in mismatching areas and the walls appeared as though they were part of a cave. The place just felt rather damp, and yet the girl still stepped forward through the house. While gradually making her way deeper into the house, she came across something she hadn’t recognized before. It was what seemed to be a photo with three people. One, a rather odd man with a strangely cheeky smile. Two, a woman wearing a sundress and a straw hat with eyes like emeralds.
The third, however, showed up as a girl with straight brown hair and freckles on her cheeks, and she resembled the girl staring at the photo right now.
She glanced over the photograph to notice a small little note attached to the side of it, and with her fingers she tore it out. The note had fancy cursive writing etched into the tiny paper, and was in the format of a letter. It read:
Dear Poppy,
If you happen to be reading this, we are most likely gone by now. I wish I could tell you everything, but I’m afraid I can’t. We haven't been doing so well, I’m sorry to say, and we’re not going to come back. We love you so much, and if it’s really you reading this, you’ll know we are somewhere better now, and you will be too, soon.
Love, Mom.
Poppy’s eyes start to water and she rubs her palms against her eyes to get rid of the tears. She sets the note down slowly then puts her hand down on the floor to sit down. Poppy pulls her legs in and stares out of the window where it’s just begun raining. After all this time running through the forests and deserts, is this what she came back to? She wants to cry, she wants to scream at whoever did this to her, but no tears come. No screaming comes. She’s just shocked, depressed, and confused.
Confused. That’s the last word, that’s the clue. She needs to search for them, even if it takes her a lifetime. Poppy rushes downstairs, and starts following the wild’s air.

For the Cache of Adventure July 13th, 2022:
Writing while listening to the song Unstoppable by Sia…

She looked at me with those same tears in her eyes and I knew what was up. She was afraid, she was scared, and she didn’t want to let go. Her eyes welled up and she curled her hands in fists while shouting out loud to the void. It was powerful, like a million sun rays beaming down into a dark alley, lightning up a new way. She ran into it flinging her arms back and letting the tears fall from her eyes, while throwing her hands in front of her to create a vortex.

Writing while listening to the song Be the One by Dua Lipa…

I’m terrified by the consequences of what I’ve just done. Will I be sent away? Will they hate me for this? I don’t want to have to run away from my life that I have here, but I’m afraid. Why do they see everything in a different light? I want to figure this out, I just wish they would give me another chance at it. I just wanted to show them what I was capable of, is that wrong? Am I doing things wrong?

The Daily for July 14th, 2022
In my series, The 12 Zodiac Trials, the main character, Sarah, actually is a rather good sleeper, (unlike myself which is funny). She usually gets around 10 hours of sleep on an average day, but since she’s been in the trials lately, she’s been having to go to sleep at 8:30 and wake up at 6:00. However even as night owlish as she is, her Aunt still wakes her up at 7:00 sharp, (which is actually much kinder than the trial runners do to the trial contestants. Apparently, that makes that one thing that Sarah’s Aunt has decently done which is rather hilarious if I do say so myself). Most of the other contestants in the trials, (example, Sarah’s best friend Princess Sage), commonly get to have more sleep on a normal day though.
Princess Sage is another night owl herself, who usually goes to bed at 7:00 and seems to always wake up at around 9:00. Although, since they are Princesses, or royalty I should say, they take lessons on staying awake, (even if they are super tired, like myself right now. I need more sleep. I also really need to stop using so many commas). This is very unlike Princess Loriz, (another one of Sarah’s best friends), however, who would gladly rush into your bedroom right at 5:59 to wish you a very lovely morning.
As you might be able to realize, Princess Loriz is up before 6:00 generally, (which is sometimes very much like myself). She can’t ever seem to sleep, most likely from insomnia, but she functions just fine which is silly. Her sleep schedule is customarily from going to bed at 10:00 to waking up at 5:30. That’s mostly all of the main, main characters in my series though, so I’ll stop there, (because I’m too tired or lazy to go into detail about all of my other 9 trial contestants' sleep schedules and I’ve already written over 300 words by this point).

The Daily for July 15th, 2022
credit to: @-WildClan- for the original idea/prompt: “a 27-gallon storage bin filled to the top with plastic Easter eggs”
I stare at the corner of my bedroom where a stack of 27 gallons worth of plastic Easter eggs still sit. How can I move them? I mean, what else is there to do anyways today, besides sit here on my bed? Then my mind starts flashing colors into my head and an idea clicks together like a latch on a suitcase. It surprisingly seems like an idea that could work, but where to begin?
Swinging my legs to the front of the bed I kick them off and trek over to the plastic Easter eggs. I grab around the edges of the bin that the eggs are sitting in and start pulling them into the center of the room, but it seems so heavy. So instead, I start taking out a few of them at a time and take off their caps, (the more mountain-like part). Inside, I put in a little bit of glue and attach a thin string onto the glue. Then, I carefully thread the string through the whole on the bottom of the egg and cautiously top off the egg with the cap.
Afterwards, I take out four pieces of string and attach it to the one string on the bottom. I then flip over the egg to let the strings hang down from the bottom, (now top), and now it starts shaping into a hot air balloon, which luckily for me, was the original plan. Now just one more thing that I need, and it’s a plastic cup. Unfortunately, however, the plastic cups my mom keeps in her cabinet are all the way up on the top shelf in the kitchen, so how will I get them down? Then, like before, another idea sparks into my head.
I scramble over to the kitchen and grab a broomstick that is laying down on the wall. With the tip of the broomstick, I start digging under the plastic cup bag and elevate it up slowly so as to not dump out the whole bag. It works for a few seconds, before completely crashing down on my head. Well, at least I got it down. Now I just have to worry about my mom asking what happened, so I rush back to my bedroom with the plastic cup bag before she can say anything.
I take out one of the cups from inside the bag and put it on the table I was working on. My hand reaches over to my drawer and I pull it open to clasp the tape dispenser. I rip off 4 small pieces of the tape and secure each string onto the cup with each piece. Finally, this work of art is really looking like a hot air balloon! With the top piece of string I adjoin it to the bottom of my loft bed and at last have created something with an egg I didn’t know what to do with before. I feel like I should construct some more. But before I’m able to create any more, the door opens to my room and my mom gives me a stern look.
I should’ve known this was coming.

The Daily for July 16th, 2022

I stand here on the podium looking out into the audience with eyes full of fear. What should I say? I don’t even know, I don’t know how to be myself in front of millions of pairs of eyes. I glance over to my friends backstage who smile politely and give me thumbs up. I’m still shaking from head to toe, but I start speaking into the mic, “Hello?” The clock ahead of me starts ticking and slowly making its way around the clock. I only have two and a half minutes left.
“A lot has happened to me, I’ll say. I mean, from where I was before, to now, it seems so unrealistic. I guess things happen though, that we don’t always expect. Like, I never expected I would go compete in the trials. I never expected to meet such awesome friends, and get really close, it’s weird, I mean, we feel like siblings now. I also never expected I would win, but…” my voice trails off. Two minutes remain now, and I start fumbling with my hands, but then stop, trying to steady myself so my voice doesn’t sound that shaky.
“I don’t feel like I deserve this, and I really feel like this was a team effort. Yeah, sure, I answered the questions correctly myself, but I couldn’t have done it without the support I’ve received from my friends. It feels strange, and honestly, I don’t think I could run the kingdom myself. I mean, that’s a rather humongous task, and I surely can’t make up rules myself. I’m one person for goodness sake. I think… I want to run this kingdom with my friends. I can’t stand doing it alone, and this feels like an honor that shouldn’t have been bestowed upon me,” I say softly.
Thirty seconds remain on the clock, “I want you to all know that, I won’t be able to do this alone. We will not be a kingdom that is divided by our zodiacs, or by one person in particular. From now on, I say we are a kingdom that is united! No more separation!” I glance back up at the clock. Five seconds remain. “I think that’s all I’ll say,” I admit, then stop speaking as the timer goes off.

The Daily for July 17th, 2022
Some things change, but when do we know they’re coming? I roll my neck along the cushion of my car seat and sigh while looking out of the window of the car. Somewhere, far away, sits a little house on a hill by a river stream. It’s a place where I used to play, a place where I used to laugh. It’s lonely now, and sooner or later, it will be demolished.
I never expected this to happen, but I guess I’ll have to live with it now. As much as I know I’ll miss my friends, I feel as though maybe this will just be like a new adventure for me. Things are strange to me now. I never thought I’d ever have to become the new girl.Yet I guess things do constantly change in this world, and we haven’t even found a way to avoid it.
Instead of crying, I just feel confused. It’s like I can’t even feel senses, because they’re all mushed together as one. The feelings are new to me, and I don’t understand them yet. Even as weird as my life usually gets, this has definitely been the weirdest to me. I mean, I knew this was coming, I just didn’t know when. Why did it come to me though, out of every other person out there in this world? Well, I guess it just gives me a new chance at who I truly am, I don’t have to pretend like who I’m not anymore, but it’s odd.
I think this is a strange occurrence. It seems like nothing is familiar to me anymore, as if I just arrived on a peculiar new planet. As if, I’m a newborn just opening their eyes to this world for the first time ever. Should that matter to me? I don’t know yet. I have all these choices put on me to make decisions for. How do I decide?
I stare back out of the window to notice a sign with the words, “Wyoming Borders, 50 Miles.” Besides the one sign, there are endless vallies everywhere I glance. At least I’ll have a little over an hour before we arrive, and my legs are already burning from the 13 hour car ride we are taking to get here. Where will I begin my new life? I mean, I still am used to the life I had over in Nevada, with all my best friends. I won’t know anybody here, and I’ll have to start over again. Am I ready for that?
No, I don’t think I am ready, but I have to be before I arrive. I’m so nervous, I’m shaking from my head to my feet. What is it going to be like there? How is this going to even work out? I gape out of the window for a third time and try to enjoy the nice scenery outside, trying to take my mind off of everything that has happened.
It calms me down a little more, but I’m still anxious about everything. I don’t know why I’m feeling so awful and yet so confused, but I guess it’s just me. I guess I just can’t seem to keep my mind off of the move I have to do. I feel so different, so changed from who I remember being. I can’t even take a nap since all of these different thoughts about the move are crowding my head.
I wish I could’ve brought my friends along, we’re so distant by now. Why can’t we just go back? I wanna go back so badly, yet I want to stay and explore this new home so badly. I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m stuck in between everything. This move seems so good, bad, good, bad, good? I don’t know by this point, there’s too many pros and cons to count and sort in my head.
I’m so tired of these thoughts in my head, I just have to deal with this now. I don’t want to, but I’ve got no choices of my own. I wish I did, but I just don’t. I guess for as of now I’ll have to live in Wyoming. Some things change, but when do we know they’re coming?

The Daily for July 18th, 2022
Inspired by Hansel and Gretel,
I don’t want to bug my parents, but I just don’t have the courage to go out into the woods alone. I mean, alone being with my little brother, Hansel. I just don’t know how to take care of my little brother either, if we get lost in the woods or something, it’s not like I’ve been preparing to do this my whole life. My hands are shaking and my knees are trembling. What if something awful happens? What if we get lost in the middle of the forest and can’t find our way home?
I can’t stop thinking about all the fears that are tingling up in my head. As if they were going to make me jump out of my clothes or something. I fiddle with my hands as I wait for my little brother to come out with rocks to bring to use as a trail back to this tent. He finally comes out from finding the rocks, and looks and me holding, bread crumbs? No, surely he can’t be that stupid. The birds would instantly just eat it all up!
“No. I’m sorry, you can’t bring bread crumbs. We need rocks, but where are they? Come on, I know you’re playing some sort of game with me. Give them to me now,” I say annoyed. He looks at me with displeasing eyes, so I can tell he might not actually be lying, since he usually is lying when he has a slight smirk curled up on the ends of his lips, “Look, I know what you’re thinking, that I took the rocks and hid them somewhere, but trust me, I didn’t this time. I have literally no clue where the rocks are. So I brought breadcrumbs, I hope they work.” I roll my eyes and then glance back at him, “Fine, I mean it’s not like the birds are going to come down and eat our trail that quickly. Just bring it, I guess.”
I push open the feather-like flap and hobble my way onto the ground outside, then gesture to Hansel to move out the tent. Then I yell out to my parents that we’ll be on our way, and we set off on the journey ahead. For a while, there isn’t much to see besides trees, trees, trees, and more trees, with my brother constantly dropping crumbs on the trail, but eventually we find a doe, which Hansel tries chasing, before I have to scream at him not to. Then, right when we least expect it, we hear footsteps in the trees and realize that the light is cascading downwards on someone’s boot. I glance up to see a girl with dark auburn hair, shining green eyes, and a dark blue shirt with the words, “Adventure Parks.”
The girl is gazing at me with a bow and arrow in her hands and a slight smile on her lips. “Hey there!” she waves, “Who are you? Are you two fellow campers I haven’t met yet? I mean I’ve been around this area, but I haven’t seen you two before. Are you two backup campers?” I stare at her confused, “Excuse me, what? I don’t know what that is, I’m sorry.”
She studies my face, then supposes, “Oh, you two must be on a vacation here, let me guess? Well, I’m Herm, and you’re welcome to check out Adventure Parks if you’d like!” She smiles politely. “Oh, thank you, actually that just happens to be the place we were trekking to! Also, why the bow and arrow? It looks very dramatic,” I chuckle.
She laughs and her cheeks brighten up, “Oh, this? I was just practicing archery. We have extra ones, if you’d like a lesson! Or should I say, a lesson in writing about one?” My brother grins and nods excitedly. “Yes indeed! I mean, that is kind of what we came to do anyways,” I beam.

The Daily for July 19th, 2022
Lorianna gazes at me with a stern expression, and I glance down embarrassed. This is all my fault! I should never have done that to her! Why did I say those awful, horrible, cruel, words to her? Why did I try to break our friendship?
I peer back up at her and she’s staring in the opposite direction. This just tells me she’s indignant, and she has no intent on bringing up a conversation. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to make it up to you, but I never should have said those horrible words. I can’t like, know how to make it up to you without you telling me how, though,” I speak softly, trying not to set her off even more. “Look, I just don't feel like talking right now. You really hurt my feelings, and I don’t know how you can make it up to me just yet,” she contends.
Tears burn my eyes, but I don’t want to let them fall out, because crying is not fair right now. She’ll just think I’m spoiled, with her being my friend all the time. I agree, it wouldn’t be fair, I am spoiled. I have no idea how to gain her friendship back, but I can’t let it end, when she’s really, one of the only friends I’ve got right now. “It wasn’t fair of me to say those things, and I could say I’m dealing with a lot right now, but you are too, and maybe even more so,” I admit.
Lorianna bounces her expression back at me, but then she wrinkles her eyebrows together in confusion. “Yeah, I am, and you’re realizing that now?” She looks at me ludicrously, “I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to deal with this right now.” I hold her expression while speaking, “You know what? This is my fault. All of my fault. I should have been there for you instead of just thinking about myself. It isn’t fair.”
Again, she looks at me with those stern light green eyes. “I deeply apologize for being so cruel. You’ve been so nice to me ever since I arrived here, but now I need to do the same for you. Here,” I say, trying to keep calm, even though I’m shaking all over. I give her my pearl necklace from when I was with my family for her to put on. Lorianna eyes me with a curious and intrigued stare, confused by why I’d give such a thing, even though it’s one of my most precious possessions, “Why are you giving this to me? This is so precious to you, why give it up to me?”
“Well, because you deserve it more than I do. I’ve been a truly awful friend, so this is the best I can do to make it up to you,” I say hopeful, even though I’m rather sad to let it go. “No,” she states pressing it back against my chest, “You keep it. It’s way more precious and important to you than it will ever be to me.” I gape down waiting for her to start getting angry at me again. “Although, I thank you for the thought. I’ll stop being mad at you if you take this back,” she smiles lightly.
“Okay,” I whisper through happy tears. She examines my face then beams, “Are you ready?” I grin, “I think so.”

The Daily for July 20th, 2022
Wow. Your writing literally blew me away. Seriously, your writing is that good! I honestly don’t know what to give critique about! The only thing I might change in your writing is the format of it, since it gets a little confusing where I’m unsure if it is supposed to be poetry or not, since the format is kind of like your average poetry style and kind of not. I’m not an expert on writing so I don’t know how helpful this is, but I do have to say, your writing stays true to what it’s saying, and the message is very clear and precise.
From the beginning of the story to the ending of it, the message you lay across is super clear, and I like how you did it in a very unique way. For example, the way you used the word, “you,” as if we were a part of the character’s life was very clever. Besides the format though, I’m literally at a loss for words, that I’m struggling to write 200 words. I guess here’s a tip for the format, however, try to make the sentences into paragraphs that have at least 5 to the max amount of 6 sentences in each of them, like I do, but I don’t think you have to do this, since I’ve kind of done your style before. Anyways, I loved the story, and I seriously hope you continue writing, because your story is incredible and has a bunch of potential!
-Herm out

The Daily for July 24th, 2022
The falling leaves brush up against your palm,
their whimsy feeling just waking up.
The smell of the end arises from a buildup,
where dancing children spend their last days of calm.

Tasting cold ice cream, and laughing along,
who you can even hear the giggles of from miles away.
You smile thinking back to all those years of child play,
and everyday of your life that you felt you belonged.

Biking, hiking, karaoke, ice cream, and kites as they fly,
It’s peaceful, and it’s something you’ll really miss.
Before it all turns away into an abyss,
You smile as you gaze over the summer blue sky.

The Daily for July 25th, 2022
You stumble upon a vast open valley with castles scraping the horizon while following your cabinmates up a gravel pathway. Mountains touch the sky with their glorious sunlit peaks and rivers curve over the hills. You stare down in awe of the sights pooling over you like a rainy day. From what you can see, the woods are right down beneath you, making your instincts to clutch your bag spring up. You glance up ahead trying to forget about how high up you are, and see your cabin leader stopping in front of you. There, standing in all of its might is the breathtaking marble and stone castle, with bouncing sunlight flying off of it, is where you will be staying for this session.
The cabin leader wearing her flowing emerald green gown that glimmers as if it were made of shiny scales, starts to speak, “Hello fellow cabin members. As you may have understood if you read our handy guidebook, I’m Queen Hazel, and these are our Queens, Una and May. They will be the head of two other castles, which you will find yourself possibly in. Good luck!” she exclaims with a wave. Now, where to begin?
This is set as an intro to the Fantasy Cabin, but I am in the Adventure Cabin this session- just so everyone knows lol

The Daily for July 26th, 2022
credit to: @smalltoe for the original idea/prompt
After the past 100 years, The Red City with its sandy red dust storms and its dry desert landscape has started to become unbearable. Unbearable as in the heat from their sun is forcing mostly everyone to continue locking themselves up in their houses for the time being. Luckily, with water available in the morning, they are able to continue through the day. However, the time they have left in their dome shaped houses is rapidly declinging and soon they will have to find a new place to call home, or at least, a way to survive a little bit longer. With the amount of sand blowing around in the air though, it’s hard to make any new equipment, since in your dome shaped house you don’t usually have much around that you can work with. They’ll have to keep brainstorming though, otherwise they could get buried alive in the sand.
The world has become odder lately, since it also seems like the sun is getting closer, but that could just be a hallucination. With sand literally everywhere, it’s hard not to agree that it could just be a hallucination. Sometimes, and it’s not that often, the people living in The Red City have to walk across the sand dunes to get food otherwise they could starve to death. They have shoes built for trekking through the desert and its dust storms, but the shoes only provide safety for at least an hour every time you use them, so you have to go really quick. Some of the people have tried staying out there for a while, but with no luck. Yet, some of them also go searching for items to bring back to their dome, but they can barely grab anything since under the heat of the sun, it feels like you have a heavy rock on your back, which makes you feel so much weaker.
It’s possible that they’ll be able to figure out a way to better protect themselves with all of the little items they bring back to their domes, but they have to do it before the sand overtakes them. Most likely, they will not make it, but there is hope.

The Daily for July 29th, 2022
@SSingh2008’s beginning,
beginning: your character wakes up inside a dark empty room
@xXFierroOrFalafelXx’s conflict,
conflict: you are trapped by someone seeking something only you possess
@dearbangtvn’s setting,
setting: your character is at their ex best friend's house
@-redredrobin-‘s climax,
climax: a duel with the antagonist
@Delta_doodles’ ending,
ending: your character learns how to stop running and face their fears

I open my eyes to a dimly lit room with the curtains shut, and the daylight barely seeping through from a crack in the window. My legs flail out nervously underneath a rope I find myself tied up in, and I strain my arms out of a rope knotted around my elbows. Why am I here? Where even is here? I don’t remember anything from before this strange, dark, room.
I hear something or someone’s footsteps and a little light comes out from down the hallway. Before they can do anything, I try screaming out for help, but realize quickly that it could’ve been a rather stupid move to make. The person strolls in, and I quickly recognize the face attached to the body. With her dark blonde hair, and her glimmering blue eyes, I know it’s Leyla. My ex-best friend. Well, this should go great.
“What do you want with me?” I ask while struggling with the ropes. She answers in a soft tone, “Oh, I’d believe you would know what I want. The necklace, of course, hand it over.” I stare at her like she’s crazy, “Why would you want that? We could still be friends, you know. I don’t want our friendship to end yet, so why do you?”
Leyla gazes over me with hurtful eyes, “After everything you’ve done, I’d have thought you would have known by now. This, is, all of your fault.” I glance down at my legs, embarrassed of myself, “No, it couldn’t have been my fault. I didn’t do it.” She knows that’s only what I believe though, and I know it’s the truth as well. “Stop,” she states slowly, “I’m not going to hurt you like you hurt me. I want to be your friend, but can’t if you lie and set me aside.”
“Can you at least cut me free?” I beg, starting to get annoyed with her. “Seriously? You didn’t even acknowledge everything I just said. Some friend you are,” she says irritated. “Well,” I laugh still aggravated, “You’re the one who decided to tie me up against this chair in, your room, let me guess?”
Her eyes flare up, and she rolls her eyes, “Fine, if you’d like to have it your way, I’ll untie you. Now, we’ll play a game. If you win, I’ll let you keep the necklace, and we’ll still be friends. If I win though, you give me the necklace and we won’t be friends anymore.” I grunt then sigh, “Okay, fine. One game. What is it?”
She smirks, giving me exactly the sign I needed to know what it is. The game she always beats me in, “Chess.” Leyla pushes over a table in front of where I’m seated. I look at her grinning slightly, “You know I can’t play with you if you don’t untie my arms though, right?” She frowns at me then supposes, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” With her hands she pulls apart the ropes tied around my elbows, and I plot my elbows on the table ready to play the game.
“You ready for a duel?” Leyla questions. I observe her face confused, “A duel? Why did you call it that?” Leyla chuckles, “Because the chess pieces are moving with swords.” I laugh, “Sure, okay, I guess you are able to call it whatever you want.”
Leyla starts moving a chess piece first, and then the game begins. After a few hours, I surprisingly win the game and she yells angrily, “How did you beat me? I’ve beaten you so many times before, this shouldn’t have been possible.” I just shake my head and laugh, “Well, do you really think I wouldn’t have been watching you closely whenever we played chess? I mean, come on, you did keep beating me in every single game we played.”
She sighs, and I feel anxious to say anything more. I’m nervous to say what I’m about to say, but I have to get over my fear of saying it. Then the words start slipping from my lips, “You know, I’m sorry I lied, and I’m sorry I kept things hidden from you behind your back,” I start letting tears flow, but it doesn’t seem fair that I’m crying, “How can I make it up to you?” She smiles lightly, “You just did.” Then we hug each other and all seems forgotten, or is it?

The Daily for July 30th, 2022
Idiom: Leave no stone unturned
We were treading down a path in the Grand Canyon when my friend Alexis stopped abruptly. She just realized she’d lost exactly the thing we needed the most. A map to guide us through this hiking trail. I sighed, annoyed by this. So, I suggested that we leave no stone unturned, but knowing Alexis, she would take this literally, so I then just remembered that this could’ve been a really terrible idea. It was.
I kicked my feet in the dust on the trail and let out a moan. I hate this path, and I know this, because I’ve been on it before and disliked it. So, my silly brain thought it would be a wise decision if I took this hiking trail with my friend, who always takes things literally. Now she’s alone flipping over rocks, pebbles, and stones just to find our map again. Doesn’t she know that doing that will just take up most of the time we could use to hike?
“Where the heck is it?” she exclaims irritatedly. “I told you not,” I say annoyed as she cuts me off. “You told me to look under every single stone, but I haven’t found it yet, and we’ve been searching for more than two hours for it by now, checking everywhere we stepped. You’ve got to help me out here!” Alexis says while grunting agitated by me.
“Well, maybe it blew off somewhere! I’m not the one who lost it!” I say truthfully, while trying to get myself out of actually having to find the map. Then Alexis says something unexpected. “Found the map!” she says quickly relieved. I gaped at her like she did something so insane. That’s when I realized that sometimes phrases do need to be taken literally to find things, but not too literally since she had to go to the hospital soon after because of a snake bite.

Usually, when one thinks of a story, it is about the good guys. It's about what they were, why they were like that. In most thoughts about a story, nobody asks why the bad guys did dark deeds. A murderer wouldn't just go out on a killing frenzy not having a reason. Most of the time, it's for revenge. The murderer does not kill just for fun.

Willow didn't raid the safe place just for fun. She did it for revenge because Pony raided the refinery. And Pony raided the refinery to get Zizzy back. Willow tried to kill the player because the player separated Willow from her family.

See, now that is a motive. A true rich story has parts from both perspectives! Now that you know this, I can start the story. If I didn't mention this, you would think, “What sort of pleb is the girl who wrote this story? Why would someone want to know about Deathsinger's past?”

Songs of War is a Discontinued fantasy Minecraft animation series directed by David R.B. of Black Plasma Studios. It is set in the aftermath of an event that occurred in the world of Ardonia, the Great War. Season 2 is also written. In this fanfiction, I am writing Season 2 using my ideas.

Season 2
Chapter 1: A fierce arrival
Old Voltaria, 174 years ago

A young lad of the Voltaris clan, Ingressus, looked closely at his song, the beauty of the red Aggroblast. As it shined under the sun, a whole rainbow came into vision. With a voice full of concern, Ingressus' father, Dominus Voltaris, said, “Ingressus! You best quit your shenanigans with that Aggressium song.”

Curiously, Ingressus asked back why. His father responded, “Yes, I know you want to learn how to wield your song, but patience, my child, patience. Our songs make us Ardoni. It seems they give us so much, but Ingressus, do not be blinded by that! As much as they give us, they also take from us. Now, go on, play with your sister.”

Ingressus said, “Hey Lyra! I'm here!” and panted. Then, he resumed, “You called me here for something special. What is it?”. “You see, mother taught me how to use my song! It's a protobarrier!” Lyra responded, “How about we practice my skills with this song? Mother told me that one should always use dirt to practice protisium songs.”.

Ingressus agreed, took some dirt from the ground, and threw it at his sister. Lyra's first few tries didn't work, but soon after, she finally got it! “Why don't you try sediment stone, Lyra?” an unknown female voice said. Lyra shuddered as she saw a Mendoris. “Lyra, stay back”, said Ingressus with concern, “And as for you, ma'am, who might you be?”. What he saw next shocked him to the core. He saw the Mendoris purple change to a bright red!

Ingressus took Lyra with him as he went to Dominus' room. Lyra kept looking back. Ingressus rhythmically knocked on his father's door. Dominus opened his door, seeing Ingressus and Lyra, and asked what happened. Ingressus said, “Father, I saw a girl from the Mendoris clan change her colors to our colors at the shrine!”. “That must be Val!”, Ingressus' father said. Ingressus said, “Val?”. Dominus said, “You know, your sister! Oh right, you were just 3 when she left for learning her song set!”.

Dominus told Ingressus and Lyra to play. “Father, has Ingressus learned how to wield his song? If not, I shall take him with me, Siderian would gladly initiate him!” Val said, “I have gotten word that a nether invasion is to come. Mendoria has the finest song training in all of Ardonia!”. Dominus said in a calm and collected voice, “Val, it has been fourteen years since this soil has felt you. Just take some and take a deep breath.” as Val did as she was told to, Dominus said, “Don't you feel the connection? Just stay for a few days, then you and your brother can go!”.

Ingressus said, “Hello, bigger sister!” and bowed. Val responded, “Ingressus, you've grown to be such a good boy! How are you and your sister doing?”. “We are doing fine”, Ingressus said. “Have you learnt your song?” asked Val. Ingressus responded, “No, not yet.”. Val said, “Ingressus, would you like to come with me, then, to another land?”. Ingressus, confused, said, “Another Land?”. Val chuckled, “I will take you to a distant place. It has the finest song training. I want you to be strong, and self-dependent.”. “Can Lyra come with?”, Ingressus asked. “Has she learnt her song set?” Val asked. Ingressus said, “No, she just learned her protobarrier.”. “Very well, she can come.”, Val said.

Aera, Ingressus' mother, said, “Val! You're back home, and those three didn't even bother to tell me! I have missed you so much. How are you?”. “I'm fine, mother! I also missed you. How are you?” responded Val. “Val, I'm fine. I received your letter. Tell me, what is wrong?”. “Mother, we must flee to Mendoria! The whole clan must! Atleast the young children should flee. Mendoria has the finest song training. It would be best for the youngsters! I had a word with Siderian and he says that it would be fine. He would gladly initiate them into the clan.”. “But what is this all for?” her mother inquired. “We are all in very grave danger. The Nether Armies pry to conquer the overworld!”. “I shall have a word with your father regarding this.”, responded Aera.

“No!” said a concerned Val, “We must leave within the next two days. I already talked with father about this. Me and everyone who wishes to come are going to Mendoria.. Forgive me Mother, but it is what has to be done. You can come with if you want to.”. “Fine, I shall come with. You go pack your stuff.”, said Aera.

“So, sister, how will we travel to Another Land? Land or water?”, Ingressus asked. “We shall travel on water. The Fleet has given us the majestic ship to travel. Isn't it beautiful?” said Val. Ingressus replied, “Yes! It is quite beautiful.”. Dominus interjected their conversation, “Ingressus, take the Voltar, with this you are the master of the Clan. Val, gather all the children and board the ship. If I don't come in the next three minutes, leave without us!”. Val was confused. She asked, “But father, what is this all for?”. She got the reply, “The Nether Armies have arrived! You all must flee.”.

All the children, Ingressus, Lyra and Val were waiting on the ship. “Father hasn't come, we must leave.”, Val said. However, they didn't know that a fierce storm roared that night. Everyone was floating on a little piece of wood, soon after. As one last wave came, everyone split apart. Most drowned to the bottom. Val and Lyra swam to the Mendorian Coast, and Ingressus couldn't keep up. Siderian saw no ship. Just two young Voltaris girls. When he looked closely, he realised one was Val. Siderian asked, “Val?! Where is the ship? Where is everyone else?”.

*one-page gap to make the ending paragraph look like a cliffhanger*

Chapter 2: Dark Waters
Mendoria
Val responded, “The Nether Armies arrived earlier than we expected. We lost everyone. I believe, me, Lyra and Ingressus are the lone survivors. There was a shipwreck as well. All the children are missing. Most drowned. We could see dead bodies through the clear waters. Yet neither Ingressus nor the Voltar was in sight. I believe the waters have taken him somewhere else.”.

Siderian said, “I shall have my men be on the lookout for Ingressus. I will not let Dominus' death be in vain”.
Nestroria
“Master Aegus!”. A young boy shouted. The boy's name was soon revealed as Achillean Nestoris when Aegus said, “Achillean. That is the Voltaris Master! He has the Voltar in his hand.”. Ingressus was gasping for breath in the dark waters of Nestoria. He was about to drown, his eyes opened, It was just a nightmare. But the fact that he was on Nestorian Shores was not. He said, “Please don't kill me! Please! Where am I?!”. Aegus calmed the Voltaris (Ingressus) down. He asked, “Young boy, what is your name?”. His question was answered when the Voltaris said, “Ingressus Voltaris is my name. My father was the Master. He gave me his Voltar. I lost it in the ocean. The Nether Armies have attacked Voltaria and will surely come here. I was supposed to go with my sisters. But I think I lost them all in a shipwreck while going to Another Land ”.

Achillean scoffed and said, “Another Land? What sort of place is that?”. Ingressus said, “My sister Val could change color from purple to red! She told me that another land also had the best song training.”. “I think he's talking about Ataraxia, Master Aegus.”, said Achillean. Aegus asked, “You say that Nether Armies invaded your land, am I correct? I believe your sister is in Ataraxia. We shall go there at the first ray of light.”. Ingressus said, “Thank you master Aegus”. The next day, at 4 a.m., they set off to Ataraxia.

Ataraxia
After a couple few hours of walking, they reached their destination. Ingressus, not knowing that the Mendoris he was talking to is Siderian, asked him, “Hello! Would you know where Val Mendoris is?”. Siderian responded, “Hello, I am Siderian Mendoris, master of the Mendoris. I know Val. She is with Galleous Sendaris, and so is your younger sister.”. Ingressus ended their conversation by saying, “Thank you, Master Siderian.” “Forgive me, Aegus. I initiated a Voltaris into my clan.”, Siderian said. Aegus responded, “No, Siderian. You don't need to apologize. I, rather, believe in your cause. But he's creepy. The way he's just so polite even though he knows he is Voltaris.”. Siderian said, “Dominus and his entire family were like that.”. Aegus said, “Were?”. Siderian said, “Dominus is no longer with us. Only his three children remained of the nether invasion. Ingressus, Lyra, and Val.”. Aegus asked, “But what are you doing here?”. Siderian said, “The nether invaded Mendoria as well. Thankfully Ataraxia is off the charts!”.

Ingressus crept up behind his sister and hugged her from behind. Val said in shock, “Ingressus! I thought we lost you! How did you get here?”. “Master Aegus helped me get here.”, Ingressus said. Galleous said, “So you are Ingressus! You seem even better than what your sisters have told me of you. I am Galleous Sendaris.”. “Thank you, Galleous. It is a pleasure meeting you!”.

Some while later, as the sun set, everyone gathered by the fireplace to tell stories. “Don't count your chickens before they hatch. I learned this the hard way”, Lyra chuckled when she said this, “I used to like plums, and I still do! I remember, this one time, my mother told me to pluck plums off our tree. I thought I'm gonna sell these plums one day for one emerald. Then selling lots of these plums, I will become rich and will settle with my family in Crown Peak. Then, I will have a dragon pet and whatnot!”, Val then asked, “Do you think that happened?”. Lyra said, “No! I dropped the plums and they all splat on the ground like water balloons. Yes, the tree was close to a hill. The plums went rolling down the hill to a cliff. But, guess what, Ingressus had been daydreaming like me too. Why don't you tell us about your thoughts?”

Ingressus laughed, “That was a funny ending to your dreams, Lyra! I think we need a proverb for when one begins daydreaming. When plucking plums, don't let them fall off a cliff.”. Everyone laughed. “But anyway, here's my daydream! One day, our mother wanted to make a plum cake for us. I went to milk our cow. Also, what I'm telling you is a classic tale. Our cow kept running around. I thought when I will catch that cow and milk it, I will bring the milk to my mother. Then, I will get the most of the cake and one day start a cake empire! I kept thinking one day I would be able to reunite Cydonia and K'arthen.”.

Ingressus said, “If Cydonia and K'arthen were reunited, their merger's result would be named K'artonia. K'artonia would still be a deserted biome. K'artonia would be a safe haven for magnorites and humans alike. The future generations of magnorites would be rather nice to people. Everyone would be happy. It was a weird thought.”.

The next morning, Lyra was feeling a little, let's say, off. She woke up at 11'o clock instead of an early six. Ingressus said, “Lyra, you're late.”. Lyra stuttered, “Wh-wha? Late for what?”. Ingressus said, “Lyra, breakfast.”. Lyra was still sleepy. She said, “W-where's my plums? Gimme plums.”. Ingressus was getting a little annoyed. He said, “Achillean, you told me that one time, you could wake anyone up, right?”. Achillean said, “Yeah?”. Ingressus said, “Lyra needs it the most. She's stuttering and asking for plums.”. Achillean said, “Alright, give me one minute.”. Achillean took out his fishing rod and started fishing. Ingressus raged. He said, “Fishing! You're gonna do fishing while Lyra is in a state in which she could fall off the stair and break her leg?!”. Achillean said, “Hold on Ingressus! What I'm doing is the best way to wake up a slouchy kid.”. “You're gonna get her to fish? She might as well fall in the water!”, Ingressus said.

Soon, Achillean revealed his plans to Ingressus, which left him rolling on the ground out of laughter. Lyra hated onions. Ingressus gave Lyra an onion according to plan. Lyra, weirdly enough, started eating the onion, without spitting the onion out of her mouth. She was even eating the peel! Then Achillean said, “Lyra, I got you something.”. Lyra said, with the onion in her mouth, “What is it, Achillian?”. Achillean hanged a dead fish onto his fishing rod and said, “Sniff it!”. Lyra sniffed the smelly dead fish and immediately got to her senses. Ingressus placed a bucket in Lyra's lap. She started retching the onion out into the bucket.

They hi-fived. “That was a good one, Achillean.”, Ingressus stated. Achillean laughed, “Thanks, Ingressus!”. Lyra growled. Ingressus said, “Well, don't growl at me. Let's go to the dining table. You'll never believe what your breakfast is.”. “Pretty sure it is something made of plums.”, Lyra said. Ingressus said, “Why don't you find out yourself?”. Lyra, blindfolded, asked, “If it is something bad, you owe me a ton.”. Ingressus laughed, “Fine then! I owe you a ton”. Lyra took a bite and removed the blindfold. She screamed, “Oh dear plums, WHY THE FISH? WHY ALWAYS THE FISH?!”. Val asked, “Did you two do something to her?”. Ingressus responded, “No, Lyra was very sleepy and unconscious. So, to wake her up, me and Achillean pulled a prank on her. I fed her an onion which she unconsciously ate. Then Achillean brought a dead fish close to her nose and told her to smell it. She started retching after she got to her senses.”.

Val asked, “Well, now you owe her something. How are you going to pay her back?”. Ingressus and Achillean looked at each other. Achillean said, “I think we know what to do!”. Achillean said, “Alright Ingressus, you remember how to throw it right?”. Ingressus said, “Yes.”. Ingressus said, “Hey Lyra! I got you-”, Lyra interjected, “What else are you gonna do with fish?!”. Ingressus said, “Anyways, nothing to do with fish this time. I got you a plum. Catch it!”. Lyra couldn't catch it and it fell on her head. The plum splat like a water balloon. Lyra yelled, “OH YOU-”, but Achillean interjected, “Run for it!”. Val laughed and said, “I knew those two were going to do something again!”.

Daily 1: words =0


Is that everything?? I guess. <33 Well, with that, thanks for reading!!! <33

July 1st
Daily 60 words: Heyya my name's @chichi543 but call me Chia (or Galaxy if ur feeling random)! My pronouns are she/her. I love books and creative writing (so suprise suprise I joined a writing camp) and can easily get very obsessed with a book lol. I also love music and I sing and play piano. I'm excited to meet all of you!
I'll add more later lol (not part of it)

Mythfic RP (34 words): Violet's eyes dart around the forest. Where she was, there were tall, thick trees blocking the sky and a peaceful river. But if everything was so quiet, what was that noise? Was she alone?
Mythfic rp (33 words): Violet's wolf ears twitched, mid-way through opening her backpack. “Hello?” she called aloud, “Who's there?” After a second of hesitation, she dashed in the direction of the voice, until she bumped into someone.
Mythfic rp (28 words): Oh! Oh…“ Violet said lowering her voice. ”Sorry!“ They looked at eachother in awkward silence for a second until Violet spoke again. ”Hello! I'm Violet. Who are you?“
Mythfic rp (29 words): Violet grinned. ”One minute, I was just working in the FanFic Republic, the next minute, there was this ripply portal I HAD to see. And now I'm here. You?“
Mythfic rp (36 words): Violet winked, unaware of this stranger's doubt. ”We might be here longer than I thought,' she sighed, glancing around. Trees, trees and more trees. “What do you think about some sort of shelter? A treehouse… maybe?”
Mythfic rp (28 words): “Well. There is only one thing to do if we don't want to disturb it.” Without hesitation, Violet collapses onto the forest floor dramatically and eventually falls asleep.
Mythfic rp (12 words): To no avail. Violet stayed fast asleep; muttering random words like ‘waffle’.

July 2nd
Daily (60 words): Heyyya this is my first time ever of SWC! I'm really excited for the epic roleplaying and lore in Fan-fi. It would be great to meet loads of you! Unfortunately there is still some stuff where I don't know how it works but I hope to learn more! I really want to win (even though I don't actually know how) B).

Mythfic rp (54 words): Violet gets up, yawning and stretching and for a split second she thought she would find herself in the hustle and bustle of the Fan-fic Republic. Nope. Dark brown eyes stared down at her and trees blocked out the sunlight. “Hi, Aelia!” she chirped happily, glancing around, “Wait- How long have I been asleep?”
Mythfic rp (41 words): Violet smiled mischievously and nodded. “Sounds good. Oh, and are you hungry? I have some stuff in my bag.” The wind grew stronger, blowing her lilac highlight into her face. “And maybe in that direction,” she pointed, “away from the wind.”
Mythfic rp (79 words): Violet considers the firm grip on her shoulder. /Eh, if she doesn't fall…/ They walk through the forest, the wind pushing them forward. “Look over there!” They notice a patch of grass that isn't covered by the trees, dotted with flowers. Violet realises time has passed quicker than she thought, and the sun is setting. But GOSH, that sunset is beautiful. She gapes at it for a couple of seconds before shivering. “It's getting a bit colder, isn't it?”
Mythfic rp (29 words): “Well…” Violet flashes another of her smiles /it is quite pretty here…/. “Maybe I can find some branches to stay under. Can I borrow your cloak in the meantime?”
Mythfic rp (35 words): “Uh- well sure? But-” Violet glanced at the dark forest.) /Why does she want to go back?/ “Why? I mean- wait. What's that, over there?” She squinted at the dark trees, her tail going stiff.
Mythfic rp (63 words): “Agh!” Violet shouted, picking up speed as she was practically dragged by Aelia through the trees. “I- I-” For once, Violet was at a loss for words. Trying desperately to think straight, she snapped a branch that was blocking their path. “Wait- if that… thing is from your maze, maybe someone has k;lled one? I mean- it has to have a weakness!”

July 3rd
*inactive*

July 4th
Back in action B)
Mythfic rp (61 words): “STOP IT!” Violet shouted. The girls spun to face her and she knew she had their attention. “There's no point in fighting. If you want to find out where we are, we should probably not k;ll eachother. *insert eyebrow raise* A truce. Doncha think?” Violet smirked as they sighed. “Violet from the Fan-fi Republic, by the way,” she winked. “You?”
Mythfic rp (66 words): Violet pushed her lilac highlight out of her eyes. She had definitely heard of Spirit, but she still thought they should give the stranger a chance, at least. “Maybe, but… if we're careful, we could at least see if she wants to or not, right?” she whispered. Her wolf tail wagged slowly. “We shouldn't assume she'll betray us. Plus, we can learn about this ‘Myth Maze.’”

In cabin daily (238 words): “Ow!” I rub my head with my palm. “I need to stop bumping into that….” My sigh can't be heard over everything else in this room, though. Whirring and beeping noises surround me as I cross the room and I relax. We've done it. We've really done it, I think. For many months Pug and I have been working on this masterpiece. We would have tried it today, but Pug was off doing for the government of the FanFi Republic. So, I figured, a peek wouldn't hurt, right? We've tested and trailed for ages and ages. It's finally ready and safe… I should just give it a try. With all my might, I push the gold lever forward; the mechanical sounds, that were already loud, raise dramatically in volume. A portal opens behind me. Shimmering like the ocean at sunset, the bright blue surface looks mysterious yet inviting. Moment of truth. I leap through. I fall and fly and sink and fall again. I- I'm through. WOOHOO! It worked! Then the amazing view steals my breath away. I'm standing at the edge of the ocean and the sky is dark, purple and blue. So many stars. Suddenly, a loud pop song interupts my peace and I take my phone out of my pocket. “Hello? Yes, of course. I'll be there in ten.” I take one last glance behind me, and I know I'll be back.

July 5th
First weekly Part 1

July 6th
Mythfic rp (162 words kinda sad but whatever): Despite herself, Violet smirked, holding in a laugh. “We'll need all the help we can get, Spirit.” she explained, “And the more the merrier right? I'm not going to leave her here. So check again, because she is now.” Violet tended to be friendly and didn't like contemplating the danger before rushing into something. Plus, she was enjoying how annoyed Spirit was getting, even if she would never admit it. “How about a vote? Should we stay with her and join forces or ditch her? I 100% vote stay and I'm guessing Spirit says ditch.” Violet's eyes wandered to Sprit, who narrowed her eyes and nodded. “Up to you, Berri. After this argument is solved, we can all look for Pug. So what do you think?” Violet grinned, flicking her lilac wolf ears. “Settled, then.” she said smugly “Trust me, we all just want to go home.” She turned, so she could see the rest of the group. “Alright then. What next?”

July 7th
Mythfic rp (51 words): Violet sighed, glancing from Spirit to Berri. /Great/ she thought sarcastically. /What could go wrong with this team spirit?/ “Guys!” she called to them. “We've all been through a lot and we can all get through this. But can we get through it TOGETHER, please?” She was beginning to sound exasperated.
Schoolwork (257 words)

July 8th and 9th
*proceeds to work on weekly, not knowing that the 10th is too late too submit proof*

July 10th
Weekly complete! (even tho part 3 isn't finished and it's too late for proof but oh well)
Weekly 1 part 1: (627 words):Character reference sheet for Princess Romhilda (from Keeper of the Lost Cities)
Series continuing or ended? Continuing

Pronouns: She, her
Sexuality: I have absolutely no idea
Species: Ogre

Strengths: Confident, persistent, funny, resilient, caring
Weaknesses: Violent, betting

General view of life: Fun/ dangerous

Relationships:
Husband: Bo
Charge: Keefe Sencen
Father: King Dimitar

Tendencies:
Tends to bet with Keefe Sencen. Improvement: absolutely zero
Tends to insult the sparkle of the elvin world. Improvement: little improvement
Tends to express thoughts on others openly. Improvement: none
Situations:
Stalked by a stranger;
Call out to them, telling them to stop
Definitely threaten them, maybe with a weapon?
Probably try to find them
Make fun of them for hiding
Outcome: scaring the stranger away
Romantic struggles (hehe):
Forced into a marriage so the two best warriors don't kill each other. Actually hates Bo
Helping others:
Guard to Keefe. Caring towards him.
Will fight for her friends
“Keefe, can you come over here? You should see this.” Sophie calls from the other side of this overly massive space.
”Aw, miss me already, Foster? I couldn't bear to keep you away from me any longer, so I guess I have to come over.“ Keefe says in reply. We walk toward her, and I glance at the glittery crystal floor. Ugh. Elves and their sparkles. As we get closer to Sophie, Keefe's heart starts hammering.
Then I hear it. A quiet rush of summer air. One of the windows opened. Wide.
”Hey, Hunkyhair! Stay here with your girlfriend for a minute while I check something out.“ Sophie blushes as Keefe's heart hammers harder like banging on the doors of a cell. If only she knew. Until then, more teasing for me, more embarrassment for them.
Increasing my pace, I walk towards the hushed footsteps that think I can't hear them. Whoever has the nerve to sneak up on me is in for a surprise. A flash of brown hair behind some glass shelf that I really want to smash; my hand wraps around my dagger. “Hey coward!” I roar at them, “COME FIGHT ME!” The woman narrows her sky blue eyes at me and suddenly vanishes. The idiot doesn’t know I can hear her pulse as she nears me.
“RO!” someone cries and in my distraction I don’t notice my daggers float silently out of my belt until a powerful blast of wind pushes me backwards. Someone else. Great. Fumbling for my dagger, I feel a punch to my stomach and a wild pulse in front of me. Ha. Is that all she’s got? I grab the invisible elf with both hands and shove her into that stupid shelf with ease. She screams as the glass breaks. Unconscious.
“Who’s next?” I shout, then I remember Keefe and Sophie. But they’re already running toward me. “I’ve got this. This is easy. You go up a storey and keep doing that boring searching thing.”
Keefe and Sophie roll their eyes in unison. It’s adorable. “I can stay,” Keefe argues annoyingly, “They won’t touch me.”
“That’s cute, Hunkyhair, but turn down the ego. I’m fine. Go and-” My daggers fling through the air, narrowly missing our group as Sophie opens her mouth to speak. She gasps instead, and it’s aimed at me; when I tried to grab the dagger hurtling toward my face, it went into my hand. Not deep, because it was slower than the others, and I’m not that upset about something like this, but still. They’re going to pay for that. Holding the weapon in my other hand, I run toward them, but our blond show-off gets their first. With one of her elf tricks, she makes them collapse in pain. “Hey! I wanted to-” I sigh. “Whatever. Can we get out of this bore-fest?”

Weekly 1 part 2 (835 words): Character voices
Milly is excited and feisty. She has a temper and often gets into fights, although this has improved. This may be because she was bullied. She can be threatening to people she doesn’t like. Other students find her violent because of this. However, she is also very enthusiastic. She often speaks using phrases like imo and poggers. When communicating, she does not hesitate to say what she means and can sound blunt. She doesn’t act shy or afraid in response to anything and tends to joke a lot with her friends. She loves playing electric guitar and is annoyed when she isn’t allowed to play loudly.

Zander can act very differently around different people. With those he doesn't trust, he is very rude and unwilling to listen. He insults them often as well (although he does this with Jake and Milly too, who are friends). He has obvious trust issues and can find it difficult to form new friendships. Unlike Milly, who doesn't really get mad at her friends, Zander is quick to be annoyed with anybody. However, he cares about his friends and is quite protective of his sister; he wants her to be happy. He also often uses sarcasm.

Scene from Milly's perspective
”Hey, squad fam!“ I called. ”We're going to be epic, imo. I just got out of Double Maths-“ Hailey was sobbing uncontrollably with Zander and Luke trying to comfort her. My mouth turned sour. Sean shot me a sad glance, as if to say ‘read the room’. The next part made me feel more betrayed than I had ever felt. Zander narrowed his eyes at me, and held up his phone. For a split second, he glanced at Hailey, and she gave him the tiniest nod. Jake's awful words poured out and so did tears, thick and fast. I had never felt this anger before. When I was bullied by that jerk, I was excluded, I was teased, I was made fun of. But this was different. I had never felt betrayal like this. Anger flooded through me. I hated him. I hated everything. Unable to stand, I sunk into a chair, trying to stop tears flowing. Then the door opens.

”Hey guys! Are you ready to rock and ro-“ Jake's eyes widened as he took in the scene. ”Hailey, what's wrong?“ It actually sounded like he's concerned. Ugh. How dare he. How dare he say those things and just walk in here like nothing happened? He walked up to me; before I knew it, I sent all the bubbling fury in me into my hand and slapped him with everything I had. ”How could you, Jake?"

I didn't want to hear it again. And yet… Zander shoved the phone in Jake's face and as we heard those words again, Jake desperately tried to cover them up, crying apologies and excuses. The next few minutes were a blur, and the next thing I remember was Hailey dashing out of the club room sobbing. Sean and I ran after her; my sight was blurred by tears. My last thought was that Sean didn't even look mad…

Scene from Zander's perspective
I pushed open the door, ready to complain about Jake's idiocy. He was probably going to show up like he always does. I didn't expect what happened after though. Luke was comforting a sobbing Hailey, phone out about to call me. Everything else faded away; I rushed over to her. She leaned into me causing me to instantly feel wetness on my shoulder. “What happened?” A pang of confusion and pain shot through me as Hailey sniffled. “The- the club messages,” she hiccuped. I pulled out my phone as Luke flinched. I clicked the mp3 link and pressed play. The words ricocheted like bullets across the room and my vision blurred. I dropped my phone, shaking. I knew it. We shouldn’t have let that stupid jerk into our club in the first place. So he just gained the club’s trust to make us feel pain. To shatter the friendship we thought existed. Anger bubbled over; the only reason I wasn’t screaming was because of Hailey. “I thought…” she whimpered, and my heart breaks all over again. He is going to pay. That twisted, evil idiot is going to pay, I thought. Sean and Milly came in at the same time. They were so confused; we’d never have thought that there would be such sadness between these musical walls. Fist clenched so tightly around my phone it went paper white, I played it again, after glancing at Hailey. From then on, Sean was silent and thoughtful. Milly sobbed on her chair where she normally talked annoyingly for forever. I never imagined I’d miss that. Then the person I hated most in the world walked in.
“Hey guys! Are you ready rock and ro-” Jake’s eyes widened in obvious fake concern. “What’s wrong?” ‘What’s wrong?’. Everyone looked away in pain. I, for one, can never forgive him, and I never should.

Weekly 1 part 3 UNFINSHED (241 words): My tropes for this fanfiction are: Backstory fic, magic AU, and angst fic
Jake pulls his hoodie over his blond hair, trying desperately to blend in with the crowd. Sitting on a bench on his own, he takes a bite of pizza, then stuffs the rest into his pop-song-themed lunchbox. He wasn’t hungry. No, not now. Jake had been ruthlessly bullied; partly for his passion for singing, and partly for his lack of magical talent. A scared sigh slips out of his mouth when he realises no one is following him anymore. At least we have Music next, he thinks. Music is the one part of school Jake loves, with no friends or magic. He knew he was a good singer and all he wanted was a chance, one chance to be with others who had the same love for music as him. Hood still up like a shield and hands in his pockets, Jake lets out a shaky breath. He always tried not to think about how lonely he was; it sent him into a dark spiral. Jake took off in the other direction. He was about to cry and it was going to be the most embarrassing thing ever, so he had to hide. To be fair, he always had to hide.

Weekly 1 part 4 turned into Fan-fiction daily (285 words): I wake up, hitting my head on the wall as I lift it. Sunlight has snuck in through the curtains, golden rays brushing my face. After pressing my thumbprint on my tablet, a hologram shoots out. By default, it’s on the clock setting and a digital clock hologram, as tall as I am, appears in front of me. 8:30. Do I have to get out of bed? Maybe I can sleep a bit longer… Something flashes through my mind and I sit up sharply, hitting my head again. Today is the day we have a meeting with President Wari and General Hope to discuss the rebels.
I push my frizzy hair out of my left eye as I attach my shoes to my hoverboard with a satisfying click. Before I know it, I feel a rush of air as I steer myself up. Soaring over the Republic, the amazing view knocks my breath away yet again. A loud laugh escapes me as I fly past a huge silver skyscraper. I whizz through lush green parks and past enormous buildings. Republicans laugh and chatter below me.
Smoothing my clothes with my palm, I look up at the grand, towering building before me. I’m about to step in when I see a small ring hiding in a bush with leaves so shiny it blends in perfectly well. It looks silver but shines in many different colours. Odd, but beautiful. Scooping it up, I slide it into the secret compartment in my tie. Two glass doors twice my height are the only thing between me and the amazing interior of this building. My first day of work in the Government Research Division. Time to get down to business.

July 14th
First Simulation task (62 words) Name: Project C_5ell_97(Previously called Ella before the accident)|| Ability: Able to transform objects and clothing, disguise|| Duty: Protect the prince from enemies|| Appearance: Long blond hair (famously used to cover face), dress-like armour that colour changes. If in danger, shoes have bombs installed that only C_5ell_97 knows how to use|| Personality: Seems cold at first but is actually quite bubbly. Also productive.

Academy of Elemental Power intro (complete at 584 words): A girl approaches you, brushing a brown tuft of hair from her eye. She is intimidatingly tall, and her bright blue eyes light up at the sight of you. “Hiya!” she calls cheerfully, “Welcome to the Academy! My name's Clari, I'm the Student Prefect for Air. Sooo… This is the tour of the Academy of Elemental Power!” A shiver of excitement surges through you as she leads you through so many twists and turns that you know you're going to get lost. This place is like a city, you think. “Okay, first we're gonna see-”. You have all of your attention on your guide that you don't see the leg stuck out to trip you until it's way too late. You yelp and tumble. As your face becomes inches from the floor, a feeling of weightlessness wraps around you; the floor sinks away from you. At first, you are just confused, until you realise that Clari is using her air powers to lift you. The feeling of your feet on the ground is very welcome and you subconsciously step closer to her. “Are you alright?” she asks gently, and you know she isn't as scary as your first thought; she will always be ready to help you out. I wonder what my element is, you think, maybe one day I'll know how to do that. But the contrast between that and her next speech are like sun and storm. “What's your deal? I'm trying to tour a new student here!” she hisses. The boy just smiles, slipping his hand into his pocket. “Just messing with you. Can't you take a joke?” You can tell Clari's getting really annoyed and you want to move on before she loses it. You suggest exploring outside of main school and she agrees quite quickly, saying you can check out the Elemental Nature Areas and the dorms with her. When she asks you to pick an element, you pick air, because you have heard Lia Hills have an amazing view. “The Elemental Nature Areas are huge areas at the corners of the campus: the Chaio Lava Pools, Lia Hills, Mary Forest and Melody Lake. They are named after the founders of the school.” Walking on the long path to the hills, you can't help but notice how beautiful the nature is. Butterflies dance across the vibrant flowers and the sun twinkles off the emerald green leaves. Before you know it, you're at the side of the massive hills. The sheer size of them knocks your breath away. Wow. The lush peaks climb high, reaching for the clouds. *timeskip hehe*
You thought the sight of the hills were amazing. You didn't even imagine what the sight from the top of them would be like. There's so much colour and light. You can see the dorms and the other ENAs and the main school, with cream-coloured walls that look like glowing gold. But the best part? The most memorable, beautiful thing on this Friday evening? It's the sunset. Sinking below the ground, the sun bleeds out pink and orange into the sky. It is the most striking, scenic view you have ever seen and will ever see.
Over the next few days, you explore the campus. You see your dorms, and meet new people. You know your way around the massive school building now (well, ish). You make a friend. And after a week, you are Crystal Faily, new water element student at the Academy of Elemental Power.

July 16th
Word war with SarahHEW (137 words and lost): My legs fly over the grass. I've never ran this fast before in my life. The word “RUN!” is still pounding against my skull. Wild barking and shouting is metres behind my and I panic. I need to find a tree. I'm the best tree climber I know and they won't be able to follow me up. Thunder rumbles ominously above me. Oh no. No. no no. There is someone coming my from in front of me, too. The storm rages above me as I pant. What do I do? All I can see are stretching fields of grass. I keep running toward the person in front, because I am a lot less scared of them than I am of the roaring monster behind me. If only she was here… She'd get me out of this mess.

July 18th
First simulation rp (79 words): C_5ell_97 had covered her face with her hood and her long blond hair. She slowly pushed open the door, sneaking a glance into the room. A princess like prototype was singing to a blue and yellow fish prototype. Hardly threatening, C_5ell_97 thought. She kicked the door open dramatically. “C_5ell_97, from the royal guard. STATE YOUR NAME AND-” “Awww, cute fish!” she finished, throwing her hood off. “I mean- DO YOU HAVE LEGAL PERMISSION TO OWN THIS (very cute) COMPANION?”
First simulation rp (72 words): C_5ell_97 narrowed her eyes through the glass. “If you're with the government, you should have heard of me by now. I protect the prince from threats. Though I don't suppose you want to hurt him. Or do you? Who are you, anyway? You seem to be avoiding my question.” C_5ell_97 removed her glass slipper and slammed it into the wall. The wall imploded on impact. “Not a loser now, am I?” B)

Random story (this is a story I'm going to continue throughout SWC July ‘22. If you have any suggestions, comment on my profile! Edit: I probably won’t lol) 81 words
Ember
Ember pushed a strand of bright red hair out of her face. The red waterfall cascaded down her back. She had dark skin and deep green eyes like holly leaves. It was a sunny day in Skydale, sunshine bouncing off every possible surface. Everyone was moving quickly, wrapping presents and chatting happily. It was her sister Leanne's birthday tomorrow and they wanted to throw a party in the town square. Happiness touched the hearts of everybody Ember knew. Except Ember herself.

July 21st
Rp day: Chia rolls out of bed, a pen tucked behind her ear. “Aaand I have to go to the Research Division now. So I have to get up now.” She slides in, smirking. “Hiiiiiiiiiii!” she calls flicking the pen off her ear and catching it dramatically as it soared toward the floor. The black gems on it lit up and turned purple. “WEEKLY TIME!”

July 22nd
Writing competition (862 words) FRAMED: Georgia stared at the iron bars in front of her, cursing everything that had happened. Her situation was bleaker than those grey walls. Was this suffocating trap to be her home? She dug her fingernails into her hands to suppress the tears that were threatening to escape her. She had to get out of here. Her mind flew back to the scene at her house:

“Georgia Aylie! Put your hands where we can see them and walk toward us slowly.”
The police posse pointed the gadgets at her, waiting for an excuse to fire their new untested weapons. She hesitated, not moving. Just a couple of hours ago she had been their leader.
“I told you, idiots, I didn’t take anything. It was all him!!” They didn’t believe her though, because that poor, ‘innocent’ backstabber had been put in hospital by her actions. But because they couldn’t shoot until she attacked, one of them ran toward her, baring a fist and holding handcuffs in the other hand. Adrenaline shot through her veins as she searched for an escape route. Stay out of prison now, explain later, she thought, looking at her (former) police van, left unlocked. The man tried to drag her to the ground, and she instinctively grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward her and kicking him in the face. Silently, she took a set of keys from his pocket. How did she go from a police chief to this? She needed to get out of there before the group surrounded her, which they hadn’t done yet. They were way more organised when she was on the team. Nope, she told herself, focus, Georgie. She sprinted toward the van, practically throwing herself in the driving seat and shoving the key into the lock. A thought crossed her mind, and she tried to push it away. No. She shouldn’t. She didn’t need to. And yet she did.
“See ya, suckers!” she called out of the darkened window before closing it and accelerating, grinning to herself. Now what she hadn’t thought through yet: where to go? She turned sharply, launching herself into a roundabout. Her brother’s house. She would have a lot of explaining to do.
Georgia smiled, glancing at the ceiling, remembering how she had explained what had happened, then went further back:

Leo looked at her, for once dead serious. “We can’t just believe what everyone says here,” he whispered, staring at the secret hideout they had finally found. An ancient painting worth millions had been discovered, and a band of criminals had taken it to trade for money. The queen had loved said painting, and was willing to give too much to get it back: unless they brought it back. “Be careful who you trust.”
“Oh please, like I need a lesson from you,” she winked. Leo always seemed to forget that she had been doing this longer than he had. “No need to be nervous, by the way.”
He didn’t bother responding, knowing how easy it was to start an argument with Georgia, and just narrowed his eyes. “Okay,” he sighed, “we’re going in.”
Everyone looked up in unison as they stepped in. “Who’re you?” one spat. The plan: distract them by making a deal, then take off with the painting.
“That doesn’t matter. I want to make a deal with you.” She brought out a bag of fake gold coins, the most realistic as anyone could make. “Take these and I take the painting to the queen. I’ll hide you.” she lied, watching their faces.
An hour later, the two were on a small hill hidden by trees near her house, celebrating their success. “Not bad, rookie,” she said.
“Let’s hide it here.” Leo suggested, smiling. Then he turned to her. “Some of the other police are on their way.” Then his tone shifted. “Georgie. I told them some things. All they know is that you took the painting and abandoned the mission to sell it to someone else. I get a promotion, you’re… a little stuck. It’s your fault for not listening. I told you to be careful who you trust. Adios, dummy.” He thought he had won as he turned around. But Georgia, despite her shock, punched him and threw him down the side of the steep hill. “You should have had a better escape plan. ADIOS, dummy!” she hissed at his quickly tumbling figure. Okay, that was probably not the best idea. Regret blurred her vision. What had she just done? Well, she had to tell the police that it was in self-defence. That was when she realised how much her hurting Leo would fit the story he made up. She had to get to her house and call them; she had left her phone because of potential tracking, or if it got lost or broken. But by the time she had gotten back, they were already there, armed and waiting. Uh oh.

They stood in the courtroom, many people ready to support her, many people to lie about her. Georgia wiped a trickle of sweat from her forehead, thoughts rampaging around her head. Then someone spoke.
“Your Honour? I would like to say something.”
July 23rd
PART 1
Fantasy weekly (3287 words): Three nations in peace
Forest and plain setting
Soft magic, often used
People with magic respected, vice versa
Council for each nation
Council have to have magic
Music, sport and drama as entertainment
Snake as a symbol of evil
Rebellion to the council - fox symbol
River flowing through the three nations
Often talking and learning about each other
Important trade companies
Most people have magic
If laws are broken, you are sent to be judged by the council
Education seen as important
Communication by letter
Resources for different areas, wood, fruit, minerals, flowers (dye)
Friendship and romance seen as important but…
Romance across nations frowned upon
Sometimes money is used but sometimes there is trade
Between a deep forest and towering mountains, there lies three nations. There is a large diversity of magic, from water magic to light magic. First, on the edge of a jungle that stretches over a third of the country, is the Forest District, marked with a tree symbol. The bottom of the scenic peaks holds the Mountain Kingdom; their symbol is a jewel, from the amount of emeralds their mountain hides. And finally, between the two, are the Republic of the Plains. They are represented by the symbol of lavender. They are ruled by a fair and thoughtful council, with six leaders from each nation. Well fair and thoughtful to most. An unlucky few are without magic, and although they are not treated cruelly, there are some that aren't fair to them, and assume the worst of them. Magic potential is measured out of ten, ten being the strongest. Out of the eighteen councillors, there are only two who are under a four. People without magic are not allowed on the council. Because of this, there is a rebellion to the council, wanting the same rights for magicals and non-magicals but they haven't received this yet.
Magic is used often in everyday life. For example, magic is key in schools; and education is seen as important. It can also be seen in animals like phoenixes and dragons. Transport through the Republic of the Plains is often via river, whereas the other nations often use animal back.


I walk by the riverside, sighing. Everybody I’ve ever known loves a long conversation, especially the people who steer those huge wooden boats. I always end up letting them know things I don’t want them to know. There are so many Telepaths these days too. I wish I could do magic. Then I remember I had to focus on the river. Don’t want to miss my first day at a new school. Well, to be honest, maybe I do. “Over here!” I shout as the boat is about to pass by me. “Wait!”
I dig into my bag, pushing past my school books. “Here.” I say, handing over a little bit of emerald. After I clamber on, a brown-haired girl turns around in her seat to look at me, and I jump. Wow. The Republic has a warm place in my heart, but there are a lot of habits that annoy me. Everyone always wants to talk. But better than hostility, I guess. Even though I get some anyway for not being magical.
“Hello?”
“Oh! Sorry, what was that?” The stranger seems to find this quite funny and I suddenly regret sitting next to her. If I left, how offended would she be?
“Your uniform! You’re going to the same school as me.” she says, smiling, “Hiya! I’m Olive! I have levitation and air magic, a six actually! What about you?”
I already know how she’s going to react when she knows about the whole non-magical situation. Like everybody else. She even has two powers. No point in getting friendly.
“I don’t have any. Magic, I mean. What’s with the interrogation?” I spit.
A hurt look slides across her face, then disappears; guilt stabs at me.
“I- just wanted to know, I won’t judge or anything. But…” she hesitates and I raise my eyebrows, “You probably thought I would. I mean, the stereotypes against non-magicals are a bit unfair, right?”
“I suppose. I really hate how people always assume the worst of me, or don’t because they don’t think I’m capable of anything. And there are so many laws that don’t-” I pause, just noticing my surprise after that rant. Why would she care? I’m about to ask when she interrupts me.
“I agree. Last week, a… a couple of friends asked me if I wanted to join their group. They want to… ask the councillors if we can get these things solved. The more people we have, the more they will have to listen. Are you in?”

PART 2
How is the magic in the world used in the character’s everyday lives? What are the different abilities?
Magic is used often in school although non-magical subjects are also important. Most teachers would be magical. Many jobs and important people, like the council, are required to have magic. Some have a recommended type of magic. For example, construction workers will mainly have earth and rock magic (falls under nature), or strength magic.
There are many different abilities. Firstly, there are the elemental ones. Fire, nature, water, air, light and darkness are the elemental powers. If you have them, they give you access to a lot of abilities related to the element. There are also many non-elemental powers which include levitation, strength, speed, invisibility, illusion and shapeshifting.
How is magic viewed in your world (ie. as a boring normal, as a fascinating element of their life, or as a curse on society etc.)?
Generally, magic is viewed as a normal thing in everyday life. Almost everyone would have it. If you didn't, you would be seen as strange, useless and difficult to trust by a lot of people. Magic would be everywhere, from transport to education to communication. However, some magic is rare and respected. On the magic potential scale out of ten, a seven or above would be highly celebrated. It is also possible to have more than one power. Most people have one power and a twentieth of people have two. But three is so rare it almost guarantees you'll be on the council and one of the strongest on the council, too.
How is the education system in your world? What do your characters learn (or hypothetically would learn)?
There are three schools in each of the three nations. They teach Maths, English, Chemistry, Physics, Biology, Art, Music, Drama (music and drama being a crucial part of entertainment), PE, Cooking as well as magical subjects. These are General Theory and specific sessions for each magic type. They would first teach the basics and how to hide it, but eventually get taught harder and more powerful magic. Education, as well as magic, determines what opportunities you have.
What are the laws of your world, specifically about magic? Punishments?
There are certain rules for each magic type, and some, like telepathy and shapeshifting, have greater punishments since they could cause more damage. Generally, the law is to not steal or kill and these rules are followed. However, many have committed smaller crimes like viewing someone’s memories without their permission. Punishments widely vary from being expelled from school for a week to execution. If a major law is broken, then you are sent to be trialled by the Council. In this society, despite magic people having more power, a powerless person would be considered more likely to be guilty as some trust them less. If the crime is very major but not enough for execution, you are sent to an underground prison.
What is the origin of your world?
Originally, there was a plain between a mountainside and a massive forest, uninhabited. Then a tribe of people who had discovered magic settled, and made a kingdom. Then, resources kept mysteriously disappearing from them; they blamed each other. And so, the peaceful kingdom was nearly plunged into a civil war until they decided to split into three groups, and live in harmony. One to each area. But who would rule? A leader would keep the peace and ensure laws were made. One person from each group, all with good intentions and powerful magic, offered to lead. Fights broke out at first, but soon everyone agreed. As the population has grown, the council has also grown from three to eighteen. Peace and order has been restored. But wait! Is that… a rebellion, angry with how non-magicals are treated unfairly?
Compared to our modern society, what do the characters do differently in your world, now that magic is incorporated?
First of all, the main difference is technology. Because of magic, the kingdom has no need for it and advancements are made in discoveries about magic. They have fairly advanced machines that operate on levers and switches instead of technology, but magic is mainly used. Because of this communication is often by letter, transferred by Teleporters. There is also transport. It is generally made of magical boats and mystical animals like pegasi. People tend to always be chatty and ready to learn more.
Describe the popular infrastructure in your world.
In the Forest District, tree houses and cottages are popular because of the abundance of wood. A common job is harvesting wood, fruits and oil to use and trade. The main water source is from a magical lake not far into the forest that creates healing water that they often trade with the other kingdoms. It refills itself once it gets to the halfway point so they never have to worry about it running out. In the Republic of the Plains, houses are often large to show off the
ir successful trade. There are many bridges as there are many rivers. There are many magical creatures there. Not going to do the mountain ;D
Does magic affect the government of your world? If so, how?
It greatly affects them. The council and the nobles that assist them all have magic and most of them have strong magic. They are always working to make sure magic does not get out of control. It is also because of magic that the rebels exist and pose a threat to the government.

PART 3
Hidden worlds
Amber put her school book away, placing it on the shelf with a sigh. Frantic barking could be heard from behind her and she spun around to see her dog, Poof, visible behind her. “Stop doing that, girl! You're too cute for me to get mad though.” she cooed, stroking the white ball of fluff. Then, her gaze trailed to her left hand, still on top of her adorable pet. The skin was turning green. Worry sliced through her veins as she gasped. Poof whined. “It's ok, girl! I'm just going to head out. No, it's not a walk for you. Sorry.”
She pulled her hood up, rushing to the bathroom. Thankfully her parents were out. Staring into the mirror, she knew she had to go. There were green blotches on her limbs and her hair was curling, flying in all directions. Uh oh. She shot down the stairs, panting loudly. Turning to a painting, she pressed six certain points with her fingers and it swung open. She found herself in her hideout, a place she loved to be in but now wasn't the time. She focused, ready to teleport. And…
She was stretched, drowned, spinning and spinning and spinning until she landed in a large building, filled with otherworldly contraptions. A massive dome surrounded it and many others - no one could go in or out without teleporting. She felt a weird sensation and looked at her reflection in the ‘window’. It was magical and not see-through but created different illusions on both sides. Anyway, as Amber took in her reflection, she saw her olive-coloured scales, wild hair and slitted pupils. Oh, and the tail. Amber let go of a breath.
Half an hour later, she was jogging toward the bus stop. Not too long and she would be at home. A smile brightens her lips as she imagines Poof walking into a shelf. It never hurt her, since she was basically a furball with legs. A small girl bumps into her, and she feels her tail brushing against the stranger. Wait. Tail? She hadn’t transformed back yet. Why isn’t it working? she thought. The girl screamed and ran, but Amber was faster. “Wait! Stop!” Her voice was always raspy in this form. Her feet fly over the pavement and she grabs the girl’s hand, slipping her free hand over her mouth. How was she supposed to explain this? Maybe she should just slip away, make her think it was all just a nightmare.
“STOP!” A man was holding something sharp to her back and she hissed threateningly, although she didn’t know how to get out of this.

Dystopian fantasy
Tears flow down my cheeks as I hug myself tight. This isn't fair. All of this has ripped away everything that made me happy and thrown me into violence.
One week ago, I was at a sleepover with my friend May at my house. We were making invisibility potions, and we spilled some on our pizza.
“Great.” May sighed sarcastically, feeling the table for the hidden pizza.
“Don't stir it so hard, May.” I suggest with a smirk. I have a talent with potions, and I can sense it. But I didn't touch it. “It's gonna be pretty soggy. And taste weird. Let's just order more pizza.”
I remember May's enthusiasm and quick thinking. I just wish…
May was falling asleep, her head on my shoulder. She must have started dreaming because she was giggling a lot. Her hair on my arm was tickling me and I giggled too. I was about to wake her up when there was a harsh knocking at the door. I got up, assuming the pizza or my parents were here when a shout sliced through the wood.
“OPEN THE DOOR IMMEDIATELY!”
I froze in fear, backing away; May looked up at me with eyes as wide as moons. There was a rhythmic pounding, like a heartbeat, until the door exploded. Two elves with similar red hair, looked around the room, almost glaring. I couldn't help but notice the weapon one of them carries. A gleaming blade. I hide behind the sofa, the leftover potion still in my pocket. I poured half of it into my mouth, glancing at May. But the elves are looking straight through the chair at me, not paying attention to May's obvious hiding place. They walked toward me. Suddenly, May bolted toward the door, but one of the elves pointed a hand towards her, then she couldn't move. Terrified, I didn't move, didn't breathe, until when I peeked out, all of them were gone. I could hear them upstairs. I shot out of the hole where the front door used to be, and ran and kept running. It was cowardice and I knew it.
I stare at the newspaper at my feet. It didn't just happen to be me. My parents and some of my other family have been taken too, and it's only my family. Now everyone is barely allowed to leave their houses and no-one can do anything about it. Everyone is trapped.
Why?

Science fantasy (eee)
Ally Hunter let out a breath. She stood in the main building of the Government Society of Telepaths; they were detectives that had highly confidential bionic chips that allowed them to read minds. Well, everyone had one except Ally, who didn’t need one. She had been called to her first assignment; they had told her nothing about it yet and she was incredibly nervous. She couldn’t screw up and she /definitely/ couldn’t reveal her secret. That would ensure she wasn’t on the government’s side anymore. She ducked to avoid a laser blast from a man with a laser shooter, shoving away what her instincts wanted her to do. Get through this and you’ll be safe, she thought. She was approaching the office quickly, trying to slow her breathing. In, out, in, out. Not wanting to admit to herself she was lost, she glanced around for a map, when someone called her name.
“Miss Hunter, you are required here immediately. Don’t bother using your assignment as an excuse: you have to do this first.”
Ally’s blood ran cold. No, not him again. He had been suspicious of her since the very beginning and wouldn’t let it go.
“What do you want?” she said quietly, as if shouting would let him see through her.
“I would like to scan your chip.”
Rewrite
Ally pulled her hood over her head, trying to think of a spell that would keep her warm. But it wasn’t just the cold that was making her shiver. She would be in incredible danger if anyone knew who she really was. A man walked up to her and his warm smile was contagious.
“Hello, lass. What’s a gal like you doing here on her own?” he asked, eyebrows rising.
“I- I need to see the king.” she whispered, wondering why she told him that.
“The king, eh? I suppose you don’t know how dense his security has gotten now that we might have a couple of imposters.”
The year was 2141 and after a great war, humans had gone extinct and elves thrived on Earth; until aliens from an undiscovered planet needed a new home after theirs was crumbling. The elvin society had been thrown into panic until a new king had started ruling over all the elvin nations. But the only thing was, there were humans that had survived and now there were about 500 humans left. They had learned magic to blend in with the elvin society and if they were discovered, there may be chaos. Allilin’s (or Ally’s) sister had been taken by a suspicious elf and she knew she had to get her back. So here she was, in the elvin capital, with no plan whatsoever.
Ally wondered what he meant by ‘imposters’. He couldn’t know, right? That was just silly: humans hadn’t been discovered for the last hundred years.
“Well then, lass, would you like a ride? I’m sure you wouldn’t like to walk to the palace in this cold.” he offered cheerfully, “But word of advice: find another way to do whatever you’re doing. You ain’t getting to His Majesty very easily.”
That was how she found herself in a sort of carriage drawn by pegasi with a stranger. But she wanted to trust him. He even felt a little familiar…
“Wait!” he called suddenly, and a surge of fear and confusion shot through Ally. What had happened?
“Blimey, I haven’t introduced meself. I’m Joenaldy. But call me Joe!” Joe exclaimed kindly.
“Oh, um. I’m Ally, nice to meet you.” Ally whispered awkwardly. A flash of recognition flashed through Joe’s eyes, but he hid it instantly, and Ally was unsure whether she saw it. Was he hiding something? He was very friendly and chatty throughout the rest of the journey.

“Well, lassie, here we are.” He pointed through the grand, marble gates at the even grander, crystal castle. “I can’t get you inside though. Why do you want to talk to the king anyway?” he asked, curious.
Ally hesitated, but he seemed trustworthy. Better not tell him about the human thing though, just in case. “My sister was taken a couple of weeks ago. By a friend of the king. I need to get her back.” Joe sucked in a breath. “I… think I know her. Kria, I mean, not your sister. I think I can help you. But… you’re not an elf, are you?”

July 25th
Main Cabin daily ( words):

Main cabin weekly code 2;6;1;0;/5-1/3-3/4-1/2-1/;621;0;1;345789;1;000000000;
100 word story: You glance down, a wave of sickness crashing into you. You are really high up. The wind carries voices toward you and you can tell they're getting closer. Hide. It feels like there is a ripple in the air as you turn yourself invisible and sit down. How are they making such a loud thudding sound? Oh, that's your heart hammering against your chest, so loud they might hear it. A sharp rock slices your hand and you try not to make a sound. Regret crushes you from all sides as they walk toward you. But there was no going back: you've committed this crime and you have to deal with it. (113)

Other SWC rooms; write 200 words about how a character's motive was revenge: You have a flashback. One week ago…
Storm raised her hand and a flash of lightning lit up the sky. She hovered about thirty metres high. Where was that idiotic deceiver?
“STOP!” someone cried. “You're going to hurt someone!”
Ugh. There he was. The ‘hero’ had arrived. Storm turned to face him. “I don't plan on hurting anybody except you!” she spat, balling her hands into fists. The nameless fighter soared toward her and tried to punch her, but she grabbed his wrist and sent a cutting electric shock into it. He yelled in pain and and the growing crowd below gasped. Then a great battle broke out. Massive rocks slicing through the air and lightning bolts striking everything it could reach could be seen from below. It raged on for ten minutes before the hero was lying on a rooftop, clearly injured. He panted as the apparent villain landed gracefully next to him and pushed him down into it, smirking. “Well, well, well. You getting tired?” She grinned, electricity building on her hands. None of them saw a girl, maybe twelve years old, watching from a hiding place. “You thought you won. You made me the villain and tried to hide. Well, now you're going to pay for killing her. This is my revenge.” The girl stifled a gasp. All the times these two had battled, no-one had actually seen her hurt anyone apart from him. She had to tell everyone. And now she had the evidence, recorded on her phone and clear as day. Then she heard a shout and a loud crackling. She had to go.
Score: +50

July 26th
Bulletin board; Three words from three campers, use all 9 words in a 10-minute story: (clouds, ghosts, mangoes, sorry, terrible, run, destroy, risk, laundry)
Clouds gathered un the sky as she clambered down a ladder on the side of the building as quickly as she could. There was going to be a storm. But she paused at the bottom of its Something was making her uneasy and it wasn't that backstory discovery. Whispers, hidden in the howling of the wind, distracted her. Stop, they said, you need more proof. STOP! The girl shuddered. Hearing ghosts had its good sides and bad sides. Listen, one hissed, right into her ear. She felt trickling sensation on her shoulder. That girl, you know her as Storm. She hates the boy as he killed me. I am her mother. She hides her name and face to get away with her revenge. Go, and tell them all the truth. Then talk to her through me. The girl turned, and raced through the streets. If she got to the News building, she could broadcast her news on every screen in the city. But a man stopped her. “WOULD YOU LIKE SOME MANGOESSS?!” he shouted. The girl refused and explained she needed to get to the News building. That was how she ended up following him; he smelled strongly of mangoes. They passed through laundry lines and ran through the streets. Then, they found themselves on a roof, staring at their destination. They could either jump or climb down. But there wasn't time. They had to take a risk. The girl prepared herself when the mango man spoke. “Mango. I'm going to jump and catch you. Mango.”
A couple of minutes later, they found themselves in the building but a guard was waiting for them. “You don't have clearance to be here.” But the girl punched him and stepped back. “Sorry.” She reached into the mango man's bag and threw out a mango bomb. It exploded at his feet and he was thrown against the wall. Bricks were destroyed and tumbled onto him. That was the most terrible thing she had ever done. Still, it had troubled her ever since the mango man told her he had a bomb in his bag. (355)
Score: +12
July 29th
Chosen one trope, 200 words: An hour later, she had said goodbye to the adventurous mango man; ready to continue her quest. The girl glanced at the room just past that door; that was where she would tell the world what she had discovered. How they would believe her, she didn't know yet. But one way or another, she would show her city the truth. A ripple through a discarded piece of paper. A chill seeped into her bones, strongly overpowering the warm summer weather. I have news, a familiar ghostly voice whispered. My daughter did not kill him. He still lives and breathes, and people must know this. Or my daughter will face consequences for something I know she would never finish. I need to tell you- Wait- I feel another being… RUN! she hissed. The girl's eyes frantically darted around the room, but a guard stood between her and the lift and stairs; this was he highest point of the building. “Well, look who it is. Cleo, what have you done?” Something unpleasant shot through Cleo's veins. She hated that that man was unconscious because of her, but she hated even more that this one knew her name. Cleo couldn't see his face because his nose and mouth was covered by a thick mask. Quickly and efficiently, he strode toward her and shoved something in front of her face with a gloved hand. The world spun as a thick, sweet smell engulfed her. Then black.
She woke, tied to a chain that went into a wall, and disappointment crushed her. How would she explain her situation to the city if she was stuck here? This time the voice surprised her and she jumped. Cleo, it is essential you escape this place and tell the city everything. “Why me?” she sulked. “I know it's rare but there are probably other people in the city who can hear ghosts too…”
Because you are the chosen one. YOU have been chosen to share my last story and it is your destiny to find out why. If you don't, Storm will be locked away or two of the most powerful supers in the country will keep fighting. It may take all my strength but I can and will break your chains and the bars on the window. Then, go, and follow your destiny. (390)
Score: +6 (yeesh)

July 30th
Throne room: write 300 words where the protagonist breaks the 4th wall: Back on that rooftop, Storm had glanced at her foe, unconscious at her feet. An unexpected feeling shot through her, making her shrink back. She had dreamed of getting her revenge for months, but this wasn't it. Shrill sirens cut into her ears as police cars gathered below. After that battle, she didn't have the energy to fly away. No way out. What should she do? Unless… There was one way. She turned to the place she had never turned to; the fourth wall. Taking a deep breath, she stepped through.
It was dark. Pitch black. Then it wasn't. Storm blinked slowly, trying to forget the trauma her eyes had just been through. Hundreds of people, with rows of seats going back and up, with stairs leading to the top. The audience's eyes focused on her and the number of them overwhelmed her. A second later, she was bombarded with questions and comments.
“What's your real name?”
“What happened with your mother?”
“Did you kill him?”
“That battle was epic!”
(unfinished)

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Hi peoples!! I'm Rosybeth, though you can call me Rosy if you want. I'm super excited to be in SWC and I'm in the cabin Script! I like reading and writing, particularly in a fantasy style, though I'm open to others. I was in SWC a long time ago, but I left in the middle, so this is my first *real* session. I'm happy to get to know you all and can't wait to see how this session turns out!
Now if you're still here, I should probably talk about myself, even though I'm not very interesting. I'm in too many fandoms because I'm chaotic, some of which are kotlc, miraculous, Nintendo, and lots more. My nationality is Welsh, and I'm in EST time. My birthday is April 19, and I'm 13 years old. I'm trying to learn Spanish fluently, and I want to have a writing-related job when I'm old enough. And… That's pretty much everything remotely interesting about me! Hope you somewhat enjoyed this!

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