July 2nd Daily. +600 points for Fairy Tales, 1486 words! TW: gunfire, death

Question: “Will she die in the end?”
Answer: “I better not tell you now.”
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Eleanor

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Laila McKaye was huddled in the corner of a wedding reception, sipping on a glass of grape juice and keeping her head down. She wasn’t sure why she was there, just that she had received the invitation from a distant relative and thought it might be nice to show up.

Oh, how wrong she was.

As soon as she stepped foot in the venue, she was bombarded with questions and unwanted comments.
“Why are you here?”
“Get out, you filthy traitor to your bloodline!”
“Your parents were Fiona and Keith? Get out!”
She was used to it, however.
She pretended it didn’t hurt her to be torn down by family members she used to be so close with.
But it did.
It ripped her from deep inside the chambers of her heart, and pulled her soul apart, then laid the pieces in front of her, and forced her to watch it crush them apart.
And it wasn’t even her fault.
It wasn’t her fault her parents were accused wrongly of something they didn’t do.
It wasn’t her fault they were banished from their families when it happened.
None of it was her fault. But they acted like it was, because her parents
Were.
Dead.
She remembered that she couldn’t be here for long, and she began getting ready, tugging down her silk dress and setting down her glass on a table. But as she scanned the crowd one last time, she knew all she needed was someone to hug.
And it was like an angel appeared with her needs.
A small girl in a wheelchair rolled over to her, attracting curious stares and glares. Laila assumed she was a distant relative or maybe a family friend. She had pale skin, way lighter than Laila’s, striking blue eyes, and rich chocolate brown wavy hair. She was beautiful.
“It’s a shame she’s locked up in that wheelchair.” Laila thought to herself, yet she immediately took it back, punching herself inside for even thinking that. That was really rude.
“Uh, hi.” Laila said awkwardly. “Really, Laila, hi?”
“Le stelle finalmente si allineeranno con la tua bellezza,” the girl muttered, staring into Laila’s eyes, “e i desideri si avvereranno.”
Laila’s eyes frantically flicked around, looking for somewhere to escape to. Laila would never admit it, but she had never learned how to speak Italian, her family’s native language.
The girl seemed to notice this, for she sighed and began speaking a choppy version of English.
“I said a nice thing in Italian. My name is Eleanor. I am fifteen years old. What about you?” She struggled in a heavy Italian accent. Laila thought it would be rude to not respond, so she did.
“Thank you,” she tried to apply the basics she knew about Italian to her conversation, “Mio nome è Laila. I am diciassette anni.” She knew she hadn’t gotten everything right, for Eleanor let out a small giggle, but she knew she had some of it down.
“Hai degli occhi davvero stupendi.” Eleanor mumbled, staring into her eyes. When she saw Laila’s confused face, however, she let out a bigger sigh. She pointed to Laila’s eyes, then made a heart sign with her hands. It took Laila a moment to understand, but once she did, her eyes started to water for some reason. No one had ever called her eyes pretty and had actually meant it.
One of Laila’s eyes was hazel, and the other was so dark you couldn’t see the pupil if you tried. Everyone had always made fun of her for it, but Eleanor had said something kind about it. After Laila thanked Eleanor, and complimented Eleanor’s hair, (it was practically goddess-like) Eleanor brought up why she had approached.
“So, what is wrong?” She asked with a sympathizing look. Laila tensed up.
“What do you mean?”
“Why so gloomy? You are not in sight, not talking, why so sad?” Eleanor took Laila’s hand, and Laila flinched at the temperature. Her hand was icy cold. Like she had just doused it in a pool of ice water and never removed it.
Laila sighed and pulled out a chair to sit on.

“It all started when I wasn’t even born. This family was, and still is, very wealthy. They work hard to keep up their reputation and get rid of family members that compromise that. We own many manors around the country, where our family members reside, as you may know,” Eleanor seemed to understand English, just not speak it, for she nodded, and Laila went on, “and on the day of December, 12, 1979, our biggest one, Più Grande, was burnt down. My parents were found closest to the scene, so they were blamed and kicked out of what was left of the manor. But it wasn’t them. They never found out who actually did it, but my parents tried to find a place to live and work after, because they knew in a few months, they would be expecting me.”
“On March 31, 1980, I was born to Fiona Alison Ross and Keith McKaye. A few days later, they were killed for paying their rent too late. I was sent to live with my mother’s friend until I turned eighteen-”
“But you are only seventeen.”
“I am aware. She treated me nicely there, but I had to run away. It got boring when you were constantly shielded from your true parents and identity. So I left, got a job at a local bar, and got an apartment. Life isn’t perfect, but it’s not horrible.” Laila let out a sigh and leaned back in her suspiciously comfortable chair. Eleanor was quiet for a moment, then, at the same time, they both went in for a hug. Eleanor wheeling, Laila, standing up and walking. They seemed to stay there for a while, until a loud cracking noise coming from outside the reception made everyone jump. Everyone was silent for a moment, before one of the guards went into the hall to see what was going on. The chatter restarted once again, albeit a little slower than last time.

Next, there were three cracks and bangs, and the room went silent again, trying to hear any new information on where the noises were from.
Then, there were foot steps. Foot steps, coming closer and closer. Laila looked at Eleanor, half frightened, half knowing what was to come. Eleanor’s eyes were glimmering with the same emotion.
They were getting closer. The clicking sound was bouncing off of every surface and submerging everyone in a pool of dread. Laila stood up, trembling.
There was an eerie silence. Everyone was flooded with thoughts of what would happen next. Those huddled near the door were especially shaking, terrified of what might have been on the other end.
The room drained of all temperature. It felt like it was being drained in a frigid, numbing ocean.
The door burst open, and then deafening explosions and yells ensued. Screams were bouncing off the walls and finding their way into people’s ears. There were crowds of terrified people, and they were squished in the middle. It was hard to see due to the flashes of gunshots, but Eleanor held a firm grip on Laila’s hand as they felt around for the nearest exit. They were having no success though, and they had to hurry before they were the only ones left in the gunfire. Laila felt a bullet graze her right shoulder. She cried out in pain,
“Eleanor, we must hurry.” She grasped for Eleanor’s cold hand, but she couldn’t feel it anymore.
“Eleanor?”
She was nowhere to be found in the crowd.
“GUYS, I FOUND AN EXIT! HURRY!” A male voice sounded from the other side of the room. Everyone began sprinting towards the exit, as the shooters shot in that general direction. But Laila was still.
Where could Eleanor be? Laila’s stomach was churning and she started to hyperventilate. She couldn’t have lost her only, well, friend.
Her thoughts were interrupted by people screaming for her to go.
“WE DON’T HAVE ALL DAY, RUN!” Laila was swept out the entrance by a group of people behind her. She got one last look at the bloody reception. There were bodies of people, family that she used to be close with, now sprawled on the floor with pools of crimson blood surrounding them.
And on the other side of the room, a few feet away from where Laila realized that Eleanor was gone, a pale, small girl, with rich, chocolate brown hair, and big glassy blue eyes, lay slumped back in a wheelchair, gazing into an unfamiliar realm that Laila knew not.
Laila knew that she would not see her friend for a very long time.
“Le stelle finalmente si allineeranno con la tua bellezza, e i desideri si avvereranno.”

Magic Ball Prompted Daily 7/2/22

- 484 words
- “Conscience, am I de@d?”
- “It is decidedly so..”

CONSCIENCE:

The driveway was cold, dark, lamplights scattered across the roads. I’d sat on a bench, waiting for the flurries to begin as the forecast predicted. My hands were numb from the cold, lips dry from the wind, as I stared at the ground below me, hoping to see drops of white flutter below. My head spinned like a ferris wheel, staring idly at the ground, so idly that even my eyes had turned into big raw tomatoes. I missed the countryside- the trees, the sun, the cows, the smell. Everything felt so warm in the west, I’d never felt safer. Here in the city things were different, more versatile. A black, snakelike aura wrapped around my head every time I walked out of my safe zone at a rental apartment, all the pollution and the cold. There was no life out in the city, just a twinge of pain and betrayal- like an animal left to thrive in an empty desert. I tried to hum a simple song as I waited, loosening my muscles as I let myself sink into the bench behind me. It felt as if time had stopped, locomotion had frozen. There was no meaning to time, no meaning to life. My humming grew softer as memories from my shining past came into color. Tears trickled down my cheeks, ever so softly, but I was afraid. Afraid to cry any longer, any more. Afraid that I would cry so hard I could never stop.

“Conscience.. am I.. de@d?”

I whispered to myself, having no one else beside me to talk to. No one cared, no one thought I belonged. Why was I even here?

As dawn rose higher, the streets were engulfed with people. Not a single one paying attention to my cries for help. Perhaps because of a typical human's newfound selfishness to only their own needs, or maybe because I was “Smelly Suzie’ during my days. My days, the days of enlightenment. The days of happiness. The days when I thought my life was complete- but I guess not, as I am stuck here now. So many dreams, so many goals lost for one mistake I had made in my life.

I sat up straight as the voices of children echoed behind me. At least they showed the slightest bit of love for me.

“Bi Bi!” The little red-head chirped at the sight of me perched next to the bench.

She pulled my buttoned eyes and stretched my cotton limbs, giggling to her delight.

“It is decidedly so..” A voice said in the back of my head.

Perhaps that was the answer to my question, perhaps not. But there is one thing I know for sure. There is always a reason to live, whether as a person- or a doll.

(Ignore this daily altogether it’s the worst piece of writing you’ll ever read >:000 /lh)

June 2nd Daily - Ask a magic 8 ball a question and use that as a writing prompt.

“Can my MC control time?”
“Signs point to…. yes.”

Total Words: 771 Points earned: 600

21 year old Siri, stared at the thin magazine cover. In big bold words were the words: Female Billionaire Takes the World By Storm! Under the hefty title was a short paragraph:


Under 30 years old, billionaire Clara Heights inherits a technology company gaining all its value as well as using her incredible mind to increase the value. Other tech companies go bank rupt if they dare mess with her.

I swallowed the sour bile down my throat. I was supposed to be there. Not this little brat. I looked around my surroundings. The town that I called home was poor and looked as if it would fall apart any moment. The town experienced many earthquakes, the cause of this horrid state.

5 months ago I was working in the same company as Clara. We were battling to make it to the top. The owner was old, he had no family, so the company would be past on to someone working in the company. We both knew we had the chance so we tried to outwit each other. It was a friendly match- not supposed to bring harm to the other. Until Clara took it too far. We were having a meeting with the old man. We were both ready to inherit the company. The old man just had to choose. We were discussing how our stocks have dropped dangerously low. Someone had stolen this really powerful code that we didn't store anywhere else. It was in a small hard drive with blue wave patterns on it. I had only seen it once.

We weren't able to produce any new code because no one had it stored or memorized. It was a dumb move not to keep it anywhere else.

Clara was assigned to help develop a new one.

“I found the drive.” She said.

We both stared at her. Then reality struck- she had found the old hard drive! There was no need to make a new one!

“Where is it?” The CEO asked.

She motioned us to follow and led us to the employee locker room. (idk why they have that at a tech company but just pretend) Then she stopped at my locker. I opened it and there sitting on the third shelf was the drive.

I had tried to plea innocence but was fired and Clara was promoted. I knew Clara had framed me but had no idea how to do it. She probably did it after I had left the office the previous day, she told me she was working overtime to recreate the code

“There is nothing I can do now. The past is the past.” I said out loud.

“Or is it?” I jumped and turned around.

A girl about the age of 6 was holding a Magic 8 ball. I hadn't seen one of those since I was a kid!

“What do you want kiddo?” I asked her.

“I want you to be able to change the past.” She handed me the Ball, “ask the ball if you can control time!”

I knew that would work but I grabbed the ball not wanting to destroy the kids imagination.

“Hey..” The kid had disappeared leaving the magic 8 ball.

That night I had left the ball on my nightstand. Laying in bed I watched the ball.

A passing car from the window had illuminated the room shining on the ball.

I sat up and picked up the ball, “Can I control time?” I whispered.

I gave it a big shake: Signs point to yes.

I smiled.

Then lay back down to head asleep. If only the thing was right, I would travel back in time 5 months ago. I dozed off to sleep.

The next morning I was in a different room. NO WAY! This was the apartment I was living in 5 months ago! I rushed out of bed and got ready. Then I sprinted to my old office. I walked through the front doors.

Someone ran up to me, “Why are you late, we can't afford to have someone come late?”

It was a man who I had worked with. The Magic 8 Ball had worked!

I grinned as I realized what I was going to do. Time to capture the thief.

Second daily
“Will he get away with it?”
“My answer is no.”
Words: 477

It hadn't been worth it.
He shouldn't have done it, he knew that. But it had looked so big, so beautiful, sparkling in the light.
Now it hung in a pouch at his side, bruising his legs every time it bumped up against them.
He had been running for forever, it seemed. Now he was out of breath, looking for an escape.
Guards shouted behind him, and he swallowed. If he didn't find a way out of this mess soon, he'd be a goner.
He ducked into an alleyway and examined the stolen item.
It was a jewel as big as his fist, shimmering all the colors of the rainbow even in the dim alleyway.
It wasn't just any jewel, he knew. It was something new. The start of something big.
Energy crackled up his arm like lightning, and he froze.
The shimmering increased.
He crumpled the ground, nearly dropping the jewel. The energy pulsed through him, foreign and strange. He felt as though he could run a million miles.
He might escape after all.
Then the jewel withdrew, the shimmering fading until it looked like nothing but a black, sparkling lump.
Shivering, he held it in the palm of his hand.
He knew he had failed some kind of test.
It wasn't fair, he thought bitterly. He had never been good enough. A piece of rock had just rejected him, for goodness sakes.
He cursed and threw the jewel away. He wasn't thinking clearly, but he couldn't bear to look at it any longer.
The guards were catching up, he knew. They would find him at any moment, and drag him away to his doom.
He took off running, knowing that it would only be so long before his strength gave out, and he was found.
The tramp of many boots behind him sealed his fate, and he didn't resist as hands grabbed his arms.
There was shouting, and pain, and worst of all, the last embers of his hope dying away.
He had failed, for the last time.
The time that counted the most.
Screaming and flailing would do him no good, not now.
He had left nothing behind him but tears and misery. No glimmers of joy brightened his legacy.
He deserved this.
And he hated that.
And he could do nothing.
Nobody would miss him, or cry for him.
He would be forgotten.
The thing he feared the most had come to pass.
Left behind, the jewel sat in the dirt, dull and dark.
Its time had not yet come.
As the thief was dragged away, he didn't even look at the alleyway he had thrown the jewel in.
He never wanted to see it again. It had cost him his freedom, and possibly his life.
The jewel, in times to come, would bring happiness, and joy.
But nothing comes without a price.

Main cabin daily

July 2

I stared at the large, feathered wings held before me, and wondered, “What if they really do work?” After all, my father said they would… but another voice whispered in my head, “What if… they don't? Then what?” Then, we'd be trapped on this island forever, no worse off than when we started. It was worth a shot. I strapped them onto my back, and stood near the edge of the cliff. It was a long way down. A very long way down.

My father looked at me, nodded, and leapt off the cliff, towards the rocky water below. I shouted in surprise, wondering if he'd make it. Suddenly, he swooped up, high into the sky. He yelled down to me, “I told you they'd work! Come on– let's go home!” I, too, leapt off the cliff, and almost immediately a breeze caught my wings and lifted me upwards. I gasped, looking down at the tiny island below me, and the dazzling blue sky above. Together, me and my father soared above the sparkling greenish blue sea, headed home.

After about an hour, I asked, in my usual way, “How much longer?”

My father paused, and said, “I don't know… hopefully we'll find land soon.”

“You mean… you don't even know what direction we're going?!”

“Well, no. But once we touch ground it'll be easy to find home.”

“Sure…”

Despite my father's… reluctant reassurance, I was a bit uneasy. What if we couldn't find any land, if we were stuck in the sky forever? Although, that wouldn't happen– we'd probably fall to watery deaths after a while. What if we did find land? What if it was just another abandoned island? Then what? We'd have to start all over again. I was starting to miss the island, where everything was certain.

Another hour passed. And another, and another. We had been flying all day, with no sign of land, no food, no water. I was hungry, hot, tired, and thirsty. Flying tricks, loop-the-loops, and barrel rolls had lost their fun. I didn't say anything, knowing that my father was probably just as tired and bored as I was. I stared down at the watery blue below. Every once in a while I looked up at the equally blue sky. However, it was becoming less and less bright blue, giving way to the dark indigo of night.

I asked my father, “Where are we gonna sleep? We can't sleep in the middle of the sky.”

My father's reply sounded tired and miserable. “I don't know. I don't know.”

We stared into the dark sky for a bit, then my father looked at me.

“… I'm sorry. This was a bad idea. We might never find home, and we'll likely die out here.”

I said nothing. He was right. We were stuck out here, and we were going to die eventually. I sighed, and looked down at the dark water below. However, it wasn't quite as dark anymore. In the distance, a small, twinkling light sparkled.

I shouted, “What's that?”, and my father gasped.

“Land! We're saved!”

Indeed, it was land. As soon as we touched the ground, a group of curious onlookers drew near, amazed by our wings. We spent the night in a hotel, and the next morning we were finally on our way home.

In-cabin Daily

July 2

My favorite genre to write in, in my opinion, is either Fan-fic or fantasy. With fan-fic, when I watch a good movie or read a good book, it leaves me wondering… What about the more minor characters? What about other people in the story's universe? How do they react to the story's outcome, how do they react to the plot changing? As for fantasy, anything is possible, and it's fun to explore what crazy situations characters could get into if they had the power to teleport, or to fly, or if they lived in a magical land where everything could talk, or whatever!

Daily 2nd July

I asked if the two main characters would finally admit they're in love. See if you can figure out what Zai's 8-ball told me lol.
Also this is technically a Marvel fanfic although nothing in this passage says that.

“Skylar!” I call after her, “Skylar, please!” My flip-flops slap the pavement almost rhythmically as I run My long hair, having fallen out of its ponytail, flows behind me.
Skylar doesn't turn around. I take a deep breath, despite how hard that is to do while running, trying to calm myself down. This is Skylar. We've been best friends since third grade, a simple misunderstanding can't change that. We're too strong for this. I can fix it.
I can fix this. Right?
She's stopped. Just up ahead, I notice Skylar standing still, almost like she's waiting there for me. Maybe she is.
I come to stop a small distance away from her, and she lets me. Her hair, dyed bright purple as usuual, flows out behind her in waves in the wind. My red hair is doing the same thing, just the opposite direction. The effect is much less beautiful and a lot more annoying.
“Skylar,” I say once I catch my breath. It's barely louder than a whisper, but for some reason that's all I can get out.
She looks at me, her eyes shining. I've never been good with facial expressions, but she looks pretty hurt. “I didn't mean any of this,” I tell her. “It was nothing, it means nothing. I promise.”
She shakes her head. “Jenna…”
“I mean it,” I insist. I look out, at the sun setting over the city, its light reflecting off the sides of the condos and office buildings before reaching us. If I were reading my own life in a book right now, maybe I'd be able to see what was about to happen and not act like such a complete fool. But that is not how things turned out.
Skylar sighs. “You don't get it, Jenna. I love you!”
Complete fool.
I try to say something but fail. I end up sitting down, right in the middle of the sidewalk, eight in the evening in the middle of August, right in the middle of the city.
“Oh no…” Skylar mutters. “I shouldn't have… never mind…”
“No, no, no,” I step toward her. “You're all good, I just… you surprised me, that's all.”
“Really?” It's quieter than a whisper, and I barely register it.
I nod, and I feel a smile breaking out across my face. Skylar smiles back. And I know how stupid it sounds, but it feels like the setting sun is smiling too.
Before a stray insecure thought can convince me otherwise, I step closer to Skylar and kiss her. (423)

Magic 8 Ball Prompt
7/2/22
“Does The Mc Have Pumpkin Powers”
“Signs point to…. yes.”
Words: 36

Growing, Spreading, Climbing
The tendrils that come from their body
Orange, Hard, Fragrant
The skin that covers their body
Glowing, Erie, Warm
Their unblinking, unmoving eyes
Swift, Effective, Quiet
The way they take down their target.

Violet's writing things: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/615642/?page=1#post-6430191

‹Bronze meadows›
Stevesdoritos / 437 words
(Daily 7/2/22)“Should my character lose all of their memory sometime in the story?” “it is decidedly so”

Chapter One
The first thing I feel when I wake up Is grass, then shortly after, hear deep thunder in the distance. A single drop of seat falls down my face, I try to stand up, but my muscles are burning; “Run” I think intently, but I can barely manage a crawl, I can't stop, not now. But I must, or I'll pass out from exhaustion. So I stop to take a rest, and I look around, I'm about the last place I want to be during a thunderstorm, smack-dab in the middle of an enormous meadow, the thing must be miles long. After a quick rest, I try to stand up, but my legs won't permit it. "Why am I so tired? I think to myself- nothing comes to my memory. In fact, I can't even remember my name. I feel dizzy, “Think, think, think!” I almost scream at myself. But a come up with nothing, I hear the thunder again, except now its much closer. “Run, just run.” the cloud is overhead now- I am instantly drenched with rain, my muscles ache even more now that I have to carry all of the water. Right when I think am about to pass out, nature does it for me. I get struck by lightning.

Chapter Two
When I reawaken, I am in some sort of hospital. I try to look around, but my vision is blurred slightly. My head throbs- then I faintly hear a voice saying “She's awake” ominously. “You know what to do” a second voice says. suddenly I feel something flowing into my arm, and I lose consciousness. I wake up a while later to notice my vision is back, I turn to see a tall, dark-haired man in his late 20's to early 30's. He notices me, and presses a button on the wall, then says something I don't quite hear. A few moments later, he asks: “Can you remember anything?” “No” I answer “Thats normal” his sentence kind of fades away. just then a nurse comes in with a small meal- stew and rice. “The hearty meal will help” she says with a smile. there's also a small piece of paper on the tray, its folded in half, and says, “read once you're finished eating” in pretty handwriting “Thank you” I say, I manage a smile. “Enjoy” she says before waking out, along with what I'm assuming is the doctor. After I finish the meal, I open the little paper not knowing what might be inside. Even though it's a single word, I know what it is instantly. Its my name.

Alyxa's SWC Writing Folder (kinda)
(ill organize this thing later)

Weekly #1: Fanfics
*wip*
Part 1:

Character Sheet:
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: straight (?)
Species: Human/galra

Strengths: confident,agile,independent,pilot (?), leader
Weaknesses: aggresive, temper, rash, unaware of surrondinhgs

General view of life: saving the universe

Relationships:
- romantic interest: none
- friends : Lance, Hunk, Pidge, Shiro, Coran, Allura, Kolivan

- family: Krolia (mother), unnnamed father

Tendencies:
- Tends to not hold back and full out attack
-Tends to jump right into battle
-Tends to lash out his anger when nessacary

Situations:
Loss of a friend:


Romantic struggles:

Helping others:
- finds


July 2nd.. Daily
“Will I travel to alternate realities?”
“It is certain.”
620 Words



The ship shakes and rattles as it gets drawn towards the strange celestial body.
“Lieutenant Grant, what's our status?” You ask, as the ship starts getting pulled into this, void like it was a black hole.
“The ship is being torn apart! We've already lost thrusters, dynofirm connections weakening!” Lieutenant Grant responds, frantically pressing buttons on her screen.
“Admiral Saritol, their is a fire in the engines, and another one in hangar 1! What should we do?” Commander Fawn says, trying to turn on fire suppressors.
“Fire suppressors offline!” Commander Fawn says in a panicked voice. "Oxygen generator offline! Admiral, what is our course of action??!!“
”There's nothing we can do.“ You say, as the bridge gets torn apart, and you brace for the worst.

You open your eyes to find yourself on a grassy field, lot's of strange, pink flowers bloom around you, but you don't see any trees or other signs of life. You sit up and look at yourself, and find a blue aurora surrounding yourself, you then see your most prized possession, a necklace with a blue tala stone, glowing as well. You assume that's how you survived. The light on your necklace fades and so does the aurora surrounding you. You slowly stand up and you start walking, but suddenly feeling weak, you fall onto the grass, and your vision fades, as everything goes black.

The first thing you hear is the ringing of your own ears, but that fades away within a few seconds. You start hearing the voices of people, and as your vision clears, you can see two people standing above you, and two in opposite corners.
”So is this the Princess?“ You hear the tiny one, who was mostly wearing green ask.
'According to our readings it is her, but from another reality!” And you look over to see a tall girl with dark skin looking at a computer monitor.
“W-who are you? Where am I?” You ask, trying to sit up, but the short kid from before puts a hand on your arm, and gently pushes you back down.
“You're in the healing room of your castle. Well, it's your castle in this reality, in your reality you might not have a castle.” The short one answered.
“WHO ARE YOU?!” You demand, now sitting up.
“I'm Katie” The short one says “I'm a plant elemental.” She then points to the tall girl with dark skin and hair.
“That's Kimberly, she's a village healer trainee.” And at that Kimberly sheepishly smiles and waves.
“I'm Laura.” You hear another voice and look over to see a girl with hair that was a little shorter than shouolder length, that was brown. She had tan skin and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a blue tank top and denim shorts, and you noticed she didn't have shoes on.
“Laura can be a little annoying, so you can try to ignore her.” Katie whispered into your ear, which then immediately caused you to scream afterwards since you weren't excpecting that.
“And over there in that corner is-” Katie says, before cutting herself off. She then starts whispering into your ear again.
“She actually never told us her name- and she doesn't talk much. Don't anger her though, or your probaly gonna get a face full of fists.” Katie whispered, and pointed to a girl in the corner. She had long wavy black hair, that fell into her face, she wore a black top with the shoulders cropped off. She also had black jeans and black ankle boots. She looked very mysterious, but you then noticed a pair of red, dragon like wings on her back, as well as to white horns on her head.

~To be continued~

this was a huge ugly wall of text before

ᵛᵉʳᵃ'ˢ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ⁻ ⁷/²/²²
MYSTERY FOR THE WIN!!!!!!!

Word count: 931

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Amelia and Beth are two sisters in search for their parents. Their parents disappeared many years ago without a trace, and now they are trying to find them. The two girls find out that somebody had kidnapped them, and their parent's kidnapper allows the two girls to take their parents if they can succeed many difficult tasks.

Act 1, Scene 1

Amelia and Beth are in the forest, walking along a shaded path in the middle of winter.
Amelia: Beth! *groan* We've been walking for ages! Couldn't we stop and take a break?
Beth: No, Amelia. We have to find the witch! Legend says that if you tell her a story, she will tell you something you need to know. And we need to know how our parents disappeared.
Amelia: UGH! But a little break won't hurt, will it? *gives puppy eyes to older sister*
Beth: Well… fine. But not for long. We only have a few more miles to go, and if we're lucky, we'll get there by sundown.
Amelia: Yay! *sits down on big rock* Can I have some bread? I'm hungry.
Beth: *sighs and hands over bread slice* But share it with me.
Amelia: Okay! Here's half. *gives half of bread to Beth*
Beth: Thank you.

Act 1, Scene 2

Beth: Amelia, come on! It's time to get going. *rises from rock*
Amelia: *says grumpily* Ok, fine.
The two walk in silence for a while…

Act 1, Scene 3

Beth: We've been walking for a while now… I wonder if we're close to the witch's house.
Amelia: *tugs on Beth's sweater* Beth! Look! A big, pretty cottage! Over there! Over there! *points west*
Beth: *turns to where Amelia is pointing, squints into distance* Oh! You're right! Come, it'll only be a few minutes until we get there, if we hurry.
The sisters run to the cottage. When they get there, they are panting.

Act 2, Scene 1

Beth: Ok, *pant, pant* we're *pant* here.
Amelia: Hip hip hooray!
Beth: Come on. *takes Amelia's hand, knocks on door*
The door slowly creaks open revealing an older but beautiful witch with flaming red hair and freckles. A wide smile frames her face.
Witch: Hello dears! Do you need something? I'm Annelise.
Beth: Hello Annelise. I am Beth, and this is my younger sister, Amelia.
Annelise: Hello Beth! Hello Amelia! Won't you come in? I have a fire going. *points to fireplace*
Amelia: *immediately hugs Annelise* I like you.
Beth: Oh no! *pries Amelia away from Annelise* I'm terribly sorry. Amelia loves new people.
Annelise: Oh, it's quite all right. Now come in! You look like you need something to eat.
Beth: Yes, please! We've been walking all day and we are very hungry.
Annelise takes a pot of stew off the fire and sets it on the table, spooning it into bowls for Beth and Amelia. They all sit down on the table and eat.
Beth: Thank you for the food. Amelia, what do you say?
Amelia: Thank you Annelise!
Annelise: You're very welcome. Now, do you girls need something? I sense you didn't just come here for fun…

Act 2, Scene 2

Beth: Well… we're here for information. We need to know how our parents disappeared.
Annelise: Ah. Well, I'm afraid, to do that, you have to tell me a story.
Beth: Oh…alright. I'm afraid I don't know any…
Amelia: Oooh! Oooh! I do! I do!
Beth: *sighs* Alright, Amelia. Tell your story.
Amelia: Once upon a time there were two girls and they were sisters. They loved each other very much. They had two very nice parents who also loved them a whole lot. Then, one day, the mommy and daddy disappeared. So the two sisters went on a journey two find them. They looked far and wide, but they couldn't find them! Then they met a nice lady who helped them find where they were. So then the two sisters (the younger one was very awesome) found their mommy and daddy, and they all lived happily ever after.
Annelise: What a wonderful story. But I'm afraid it won't be that easy to find your parents. Your parents have been captured by somebody who calls himself “Master”. Master kidnaps people who are very important to Earth.
Beth: What? But… our parents are normal… Aren't they?
Annelise: I'm sorry, child. *smiles sadly* I can only answer one of your questions.
Beth: Ok, then. Continue.
Annelise: *takes a deep breath* Master captured your parents because of your love for each other. Love overcomes evil every time, so he was afraid that your family could destroy him. But you still can. A series of difficult tasks has been put in place by Master, and if you can do those tasks, he is forced to give you your parents. I'm afraid that's all I can tell you.
Beth: Wow.
Amelia: Yeah. Wow.
Beth: I'm afraid we must leave now, for we need to find Master.
Annelise: It has been a pleasure meeting you Beth, Amelia. Come back anytime you'd like.
Beth: Goodbye, Annelise.
Amelia: Bye bye!
Beth and Amelia are guided out of the door, and then before they can leave, they turn back to Annelise and hug her tightly. Annelise looks surprised, and she tenses up, but soon she loosens and hugs them back.
Annelise: Be safe, children. That's the best you can do.
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June 2
505 words
Will my character travel in time? It is certain.

My brain is dizzy. My fingers are cramped from keyboard smashing. And yet I still have no words written on my history report about Leonardo Da Vinci other than “asdfjkl;,” and it's due tomorrow. It's not like I don't know the facts. I've pored over all my sources so many times that I practically have them memorized by now. The only question in my mind is why I should care about this stupid old guy who lived a billion years ago. Head pounding, I pry myself out of my chair and head into the backyard to breathe in the cool evening air.
Suddenly, a bright streak of light cuts through the air, as if the whole world is being ripped in two. An image ripples in that rift, and I stare at it mesmerized until a large white object that looks somewhat like a washing machine tumbles out of it. I stand still for a while, not knowing if I'm dreaming or if a giant washing machine actually did crash land in my yard. Then, a hatch opens, and a very disoriented woman pulls herself out. She looks familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on why.
“Hey, I'm from the future, my time machine just glitched, it does that sometimes, sorry for the inconvenience. Wait-” the woman says, finally looking up and seeing me, “I remember this now. It wasn't a dream after all! You need help with your report, don't you?”
“Uh… stranger… danger?” I mumble. My brain is getting a bit jumbled from all this sci-fi stuff.
“Oh no, I'm you from the future. Need proof? I can prove it because… you've never told anyone this, but you have a crush on Evie.”
“That's not true!” I exclaim, but I know she's right. Her face looks like one of those apps that takes a picture of you and ages it up. And who else would know about my secret crush?
“I can help you with your essay,” Future Me says as she gets into the time machine. “Hop in, we can fit if we squish!”
“Is it dangerous?” I ask nervously as Future Me fiddles with buttons and levers. As I look around inside the machine, the nerdy side of me screams with excitement at all of the futuristic-looking parts.
“I'm here and intact, aren't I? Anything that happens to you already happened to me, and I can assure you that I didn't die, so therefore you won't die. Prepare yourself, though. Traveling through time and space takes some getting used to.” Future Me pulls one more lever, presses one more button.
“Where are we going again?” But my question is cut off by the feeling of being broken down into molecules and the pieces reassembling themselves like a LEGO set a few moments later.
I squeeze out of the opening onto a grassy field, feeling dizzy and exhausted like I've just run a marathon. “Where are we? Or more like, when are we?”
Future Me smiles. “Welcome to the Renaissance!”

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The smell of warm baking chocolate chip cookies floated through out the house. Lucy's favorite smell. Her grandma made the best cookies, and her family was up at her grandma's house for the summer. There was a large backyard and a really nice pool, which was really three pools connected. She ran up to the oven to peek through the glass. Through the glass she saw her own reflection-

Lucy woke up from her dream, and sat up suddenly in her bed. Childhood memories.. she dreamt of them all the time now. She had been so stressed out recently, she guessed her mind tried to find an escaping place. Soon she was going to tell her parents the career path she had chosen. Not the baking one they had planned for her to commit to all her life, but a computer scientist. She loved that job. She didn't want to take over the family bakery. She felt trapped in that place. She couldn't imagine how trapped she would feel working there her whole life.. Well, she had imagined it. She did not think she would enjoy it.
How would she tell her parents? Sure, she liked eating the baked goods her family made, and she was sort of good at baking, but she didn't like it. She knew her family would be disappointed in her, but she knew she would be disappointed in herself if she didn't live out her dreams. She got out of her bed and got dressed, with the guilt and stress weighing her down trying to slow her. She looked in the mirror and sighed at the amount of knots in her hair she had to deal with. She moved around a lot when she slept, resulting in very messy hair. Though easier to deal with the problems in your hair rather than the problems in your life, she thought. One problem at a time.

She pulled on her shoes. She grabbed her bag and went on a walk out in the chilly morning breeze. Maybe it would help clear her mind, or ease her stress. She stopped walking and closed her eyes. She breathed in the cool air.

“Excuse me-” Someone on the sidewalk was trying to walk by while she had been standing there with her eyes closed.
She moved out of the way, knowing she had made a fool of herself once again. She hoped they didn't live in the neighborhood, otherwise she would have to face them again. She turned around and found them walking up to the house next to her's. They weren't the owner of that house. She ducked behind a bush, and watched them look both ways before breaking into that house. Just another problem in the world. Lucy decided to she needed to do something. It wasn't right to do nothing, and she needed something to get her mind off from the stress.

In-Cabin Weekly 1
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What if the Neverseen and the Black Swan switched places as hero and villain?

WIP

july 2 daily
question i asked the 8-ball: “will my main character be cloned?”
answer: “It is decidedly so”
i did this as a draft for an english assignment so it's an alternate ending to the novel “project hail mary” by andy weir
pls dont judge me its a draft!1! and it's short so it's chaotic ok
words: 1011

All is well! I’m so lucky to have gotten to Rocky in time—who knows what would have happened if the Taumoeba had eaten all the Astrophage fuel. Rocky is dressed in his “party outfit”—bright colours adorn his six arms, though because he has eyes he can’t actually see them. Ah well, I can describe them to him if needed.
“First my bump,” Rocky says. Because he speaks in musical notes, it took awhile to get used to translating his words—but now I can do it pretty easily. Unfortunately, there are some conjugations he hasn’t quite picked up. Even though I corrected him yesterday about it being a “fist bump”.
I grin, fisting the barrier between us. His atmosphere is… let’s just say, it’s got way more pressure than mine and I would never survive. Plus, it’s extremely hot. So anyways, he’s aboard my ship in his own little enclosure, free to move about as he so chooses (he built a system of tunnels, the smart guy).
A few days ago, I’d sent off the 4 beetles (named after the real Beatles John, Paul, George, and Ringo) that contained all the information and Taumoeba that Earth would need to save themselves. And now I’m… off to save Erid, I guess? See, this wasn’t the original plan. But stuff went wrong, as it always does, and now I’ve got an Eridian back aboard my ship and I’m never gonna see Earth again.
Pretty sad, but what can you do?
“You sleep, question?” Rocky taps the barrier between us.
I glance over. “I hadn’t even realised how late it’d gotten! Yeah, yeah, I will. Soon.”
“Sleep now,” Rocky insists. “You dumb when tired.”
“Okay! I will! Just… it’s hard to sleep knowing, well, everything.”
“You feel better after sleep.”
I sluggishly climb into my bunk, the one with my name—Ryland Grace—scrawled in shorthand across the top. Had to make sure no one else in this empty spaceship would take my bed, you know.

It’s been several more days. We’ve fallen into a bit of a routine; I’ve been trying to teach Rocky more about Earth since he’s interested. I keep trying to get information about Erid out of him, but I think he wants it to be a bit of a surprise because he’s been evading most of my questions thus far. Anyway, right now he’s tryna figure out how Earth computers work. It’ll take him all day for sure, since I don’t even know how they work.
Though, he is smart. Way smarter than me.
I look over at our radio scanners; I’m not really sure why though. It’s not like anyone would be sending—
“Huh?”
“Blip, blip! INCOMING MESSAGE!”
“Rocky, get over here!”
Rocky scuttles over. “What, question!”
“It looks like there’s some signal coming in… I didn’t realise somebody could reach us… who could it be? Are there—what if there are more aliens—”
“More?! You enough!”
“Well, thanks. I’m honoured. But, uh, let’s see…”
I press some buttons, hoping it’ll do something. Then suddenly a deep voice comes over all the ship’s speakers—and the scariest part is, it sounds exactly like me.
“Hello. My name is Ryland Grace. I have received your beetles… it appears there is another Ryland Grace, which is no good. There cannot be two of us, and I am the superior one. Ryland number two, you have exactly ten days to return to Earth and surrender to me… or I will send out missiles to kill you. And because this message has reached you, I know your exact coordinates. I look forward to seeing you kneel at my feet. See you soon.”
The silence stretches for an eternity. Finally, I let loose a stream of curses. “How on Earth—I mean—”
“What humans do this time, question!”
“I don’t know! Is this a prank? I thought they couldn’t reach me! What? Did I make this recording?” My brain is going haywire. But somehow, deep down, I know that it isn’t me… yet, it is me. At the same time. I know that I didn’t make that recording, but that voice is me…
“Is this prank on me, question! Angry if yes.”
“No! I didn’t—this wasn’t—”
“Okay. Believe you. What happen, then, question?”
“I don’t know!! But we’re gonna die! It’s literally impossible to get back to Earth in ten days without dying from the g-forces! Plus, your whole planet! We have to save—”
“He send missiles if we no comply.”
“Right. Uh.”
I gotta figure out who this crazy guy is, at least. An impersonator of me? It would’ve helped if he’d gone on a villain-monologue-thing and explained all his plans, hoping we were too helpless to do anything.
But no, he’s too smart. As smart as me—not that I’m bragging or anything. I’m not even that smart. Smart enough to meet an alien, I guess—
“You have thinking face. Share.”
Yeah… I do not wanna share what I was just thinking about. “Um… well, I was just wondering who he is. Like, why he has my name. It could just be a coincidence, except he sounds just like me.”
“Someone clone you voice, question?”
My mouth hangs open. “You know, I… maybe?”
Though it wasn’t exactly mainstream knowledge, humanity had developed the ability to clone certain things back when I left Earth. Cloning my voice was definitely possible. What if they cloned more, though? What if they made an entire clone of me? No, they wouldn’t have done that. Stratt was entirely fed up with me. She would’ve tried to get rid of my personality. What if…
“What if they tried to clone parts of me, to keep my memories of working with the Astrophage and stuff, except it didn’t work right? And they created an evil version of me that took over the world?”
“You are crazy.”
“Yeah, both me’s are.” I think harder about it. “I’m terrified of ladybugs. I think I know how to solve this.”

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8 ball, should my story be about disneyland?

Real Life Princess

Kate woke up at 9:00AM, and got ready. She thought about her dreams from the night before, and how little sense they made. Though she felt like she had had those dreams before, like they were familiar. She had a simple morning routine. She put on her jeans, t-shirt and a gold necklace, then brushed her teeth and got her hair ready. She would be going to check out her new workplace before her first shift started, tomorrow. She was nervous. Would she be as good at her job as her coworkers? Probably not, because she was new. Would they be kind about it?

Kate was sitting down at a table at the Jolly Holiday Cafe. As she sipped her cool drink, she looked around at Disneyland thoughtfully, observing her soon to be new workplace. Her first shift started tomorrow evening. She had just gotten the job, she was one of the princesses in the night time parade, that danced and twirled under the stars in a fancy dress. Working at Disneyland as a princess had been her dream job, ever since she was a little kid. She would be a real life princess. It still shocked her sometimes, that she was where she was now, with her dream job and living in a nice apartment near Disneyland. Everything she could ever want, right? No, not really. It had been her dream job, but to work at Disneyland she had to move away from her family to live closer to Disneyland. Her family had been very upset with her, since she didn't give them much warning before moving. She felt really lonely. All of her friends were on summer vacation, at exotic places. They weren't living out their silly childhood dreams. Kate felt like a disappointment to her family. She sighed with guilt. Did she choose the right thing, even if it was what she wanted? Did she want it? Kate shook her head. She brought her gaze back to the road, where the parade would be passing through. She thought about all the kids coming to Disneyland that would be watching the parade she was in. She remembered when she was a child, and how happy seeing the parades made her. Maybe, if she was making other people happy, it was worth moving, and it was worth working there. Working at the happiest place on earth couldn't be that bad, could it?

Prompt - ‘Something bad will happen during an important event.’
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Siya was excited. Her father had been chosen as the chief of the Faroese viking tribe. He was throwing a competition in honor of this special day. Siya was now technically a viking princess. She pulled on some clothing, and rushed out. Siya was 15 years old. All the boys would be wrestling and sword fighting in the competition. Her father treated her as if she were a boy, taught her weaponry and fighting. Some of the other girls envied her, some poked fun at her, but now no one would dare make fun of her. Her father was waiting for her outside. “Ah, Siya. Are you ready to show them who’s boss?” She nodded. Her father had given all the girls a chance to compete, but Siya was the only one who wanted to. Her father led her to the hunting grounds. A row of boys were waiting there, on horses. They sneered at her when her father wasn’t looking, but she ignored them. She knew she could beat them. As she mounted her horse, Arrow, her father announced the first competition. She felt her heart beat faster. “You each have an hour to catch the most prey. Bigger prey earns more points. Ready, set, and GO!” She pushed Arrow into a canter, and sped off, away from all the others. Once she was at the edge of the forest, she dismounted. She preferred to hunt on foot, but she didn’t want to give the boys another reason to make fun of her. As she tied Arrow to a tree, a small movement caught her eye. She quickly finished tying, and focused on where she saw the movement. She saw a small bushy tail. Rabbit! In seconds, she drew an arrow and shot it into the rabbit. She walked forward and picked up her catch, before storing it back next to Arrow. She continued walking, an arrow in her bow. A twig snapped, but it wasn’t her. She decided not to shoot in case it was one of the clumsy boys. That was until she noticed a hole in the ground. Burrow. Judging by the size and placement, probably rabbit. She heard scrabbling inside, and sat on a rock with an arrow pointed at the entrance. As soon as the rabbit's nose peeked out, she shot. Another rabbit darted from the entrance, alerted by the body. She was ready for it and quickly shot. She gathered the corpses, and kicked dirt into the burrow to make sure there was nothing else. She stacked the body’s back where Arrow was. Plenty of rabbits today. she thought. She continued into the forest, deciding to go near the stream. As she reached the muddy terrain, she noticed marks in the mud. They were fresh. Deer.. Or Reindeer. She slowly followed them, staying near the bushes. Soon she saw a reindeer, munching on a patch of grass. She drew back an arrow and shot it. Her arrow found its mark. The reindeer collapsed. After a bit more hunting, she returned. She had tied the corpses onto Arrow’s saddle so they could carry them all at once. She smirked when she saw the boys running into the forest and out, holding the body’s. She noticed she by far had caught the most. The competitions went on, and she won most of them, except for wrestling. As the last competition, how it worked was you sort of had to do an add on to four of the competitions you already did. Siya planned to skin all the animals she hunted and the fish, carve a point board for the wrestling, and her personal favorite, treat all the wounds she had given during the weaponry fights. She finished skinning the animals quickly, and she loved to carve, so the scoreboard didn’t take that long either. Treating the wounds however, took a while. As she was applying herbs to a bruise, she heard screaming outside. The man she was treating ran out, and she followed. She found something that shocked her. Two adult bears, and their cubs – who were now pretty old – were completely decimating our camp. Before she knew what she was doing, she had several arrows fitted in her bow, and shot them. She then slung her bow across her back, and grabbed a spear from the weapon store. She threw it, then grabbed a sword, and rushed out to join the men. Determination slowly overtook her fear, and with a shout, she slashed on of the cubs. It turned and reared on her, batting her down with a claw. As she fell, she dropped her sword. The cub raised a paw to slash her, but she grabbed one of her arrows and stabbed at the cub's paw pad. The cub reared back with a yelp of fear, blood dripping onto the grass, and turned and ran into the woods on three legs. She let out a breath of relief. She grabbed her bow and turned to the other bears. One was on her father! She fitted an arrow into her bow, and shot it at the bear's face. It struck its snout, and a little bit of its nose. It reared back with a yelp. Siya longed to rush up and strike it, but without a sword it was hopeless. She climbed up one of the remaining huts, and started shooting at the bears. She focused on the one her father was fighting, before shooting one that was about to destroy one of the huts. Slowly the 3 bears were beaten back. Siya noticed a sword lying on the ground, and she lept down and grabbed it. Rushing forward she swung her sword into one of the bear's chest. It fell down, and before it got up, she stabbed it again and again, until it stopped moving. As she turned to confront the other bears, she saw them running into the forest. Her father ran up to her. “I saw you in that fight! You are an amazing warrior Siya!” The rest of the people said how well she fought, and she was pretty sure she heard one of the boys mutter, “She’s a girl!” But she really didn’t care. She knew she had done well. She turned to the setting sun, and felt a cool breeze wash over her. She smiled. She was going to be an amazing warrior.