Run.
That was all that was on Hope's mind at this moment.
The underbrush was grabbing at her legs, the twisting tendrils of ferns snatching at her, desperate to send her tumbling into the ground. But Hope wouldn't let herself get caught.
Hope knew this was a test. She also knew that right now, that didn't matter. This test was essential to her future. And she couldn't- she couldn't- fail it.
But what hope had she of passing?
Her gift was useless in this kind of situation- and as this situation was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life, she'd had to use her agility and imagination to progress through the ranks of Wilderness Rescue training. But in the heat of a chase and a rescue, she would have to rely of her gift- which is where she fell behind.
And it was quite a big fall. Imagine, perhaps, a cliff face over a massive gorge, with a skyscraper on top of the cliff. Hope's fall was from the highest balcony to the lowest pit of hard, cold granite. A seriously big parachute, and maybe a jetpack for good measure, would be needed to recover from that kind of plummet.
Hope, since she was a kid, had wanted to be in the Wilderness Rescue squad. Saving tribes from avalanches, fires, and all sorts of natural disasters was her dream. But her mediocre gift- that she could manipulate colour- wouldn't assist her in any way. Like, seriously. Oh no, a lightning storm! Don't worry guys, the clouds are pink now!
As Hope ran through the dense, overly sticky bushes and the thin-trunked trees, her brain was racing as she tried to think of a way to use her gift in a practical manner. Her pursuers weren't human- they were Rainforest Bulls, the large, four-horned cow variants that lived in these humid forests- so maybe she could use their lesser intelligence to her advantage. But how?
Hope shrieked as suddenly, a massive bull charged through the trees to her left, horns down. She tried to jump out of the way, but wasn't fast enough to out-vault the bull. She was ploughed into a tree and heard something crack loudly. That wasn't good- the sound had carried through the eerily quiet forest and would surely attract more bulls. And worse- she couldn't mover her dominant left arm.
Hope grimaced. There was no way she'd be able to pass now. Her training would be delayed another year. In that moment, she gave up. As her mind cleared and she let herself relax, knowing the trained bulls wouldn't hurt her, her dissapointment spread through the grass as a deep, sorrowful blue. After a few seconds, the small clearing forcefully created by the bull's rampage was all dyed blue- including the bulls and Hope herself. She braced herself, ready for the bull's final ‘attack’.
It didn't come.
Hope opened her eyes quickly, flustered. What was going on?
Then she realized- the bull couldn't find her.
With a dilated sense of smell after the taming operation- bulls couldn't be naturally tamed anymore- it relied heavily on it's sense of sight. And with everything around without shading, shadow or variance in colour, the bulls couldn't find her.
Hope smiled slightly, inside berating herself. How had she never though of this before? She would get into the Wilderness Rescue squad through a talent she hadn't yet explored- camoflauge.

573 words!

Daily: July 2cd
Will my character be a rabbit?
Signs point to yes
411 words
600 points


My heart thumping, I stood in the hollow oak tree log, trying to catch my breath. Mother warned me and my twenty siblings that one day, he would soon come for us, for all of us. First i saw the firey orange pelt, with the black stockings. Then, I saw those dreadful eyes, looking at me and my 3 other siblings. I remember standing in the meadow clearing, and standing so still, hoping that it didn’t catch our scent, but we rabbits, were no match for the vicious fox looking for it’s next kill. Then it came for us, pouncing on our sweet, young brother. I removed the rest of my siblings horror stricken face, wondering if that was going to happen to them next. Then, it’s eyes looked at us, and the chase soon began. I don’t know what happened to my other siblings, we all split up and took different paths, each having their own hardship to go through. The last I saw my two sibling with me, was my oldest brother darting down the pine straw path, and my favorite sister going to the path towards the lake. I don’t think she survived though, I heard the ear piercing cry, and with an instant, I knew she was dead, or soon to be dead within a few minutes. I was still running from the fox, when I heard the third cry, from my only other living sibling from the group, I remember the sound exactly, knowing how much pain there was in his absolutely terrible shriek, and in a couple of seconds, that there was now way of saving him, my sister might have had the slightest chance, but my two brothers, definitely not. My heart grew with sadness, knowing that my closest siblings were now dead, but I could not dwell on it for long, as I knew that there was still a fox out there that has my sent, and is stealthily tracking currently. Then I saw it, the same orangey pelt that I had seen before, only this time, there was a streak of red on the black stalkings. I scrambled to turn around and charge for a path full of rocks and trees. Once I saw the fox was out of sight, I dove for the safe, secure looking oak log, and that’s where I am now, hoping and praying that the fox gave up, and I intend to be here till two days.




1ST WEEKLY
Weekly #1

Name: Arti
Show: Owl House
Season: 2, volume 2
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Ace/Aro
Species: Witch


Likes: Friends, her pailsman Arrow (ferret, helps with fire!), being alone, being mischievous, missions

Dislikes: Belos, Hunter, Covens, Pickles

Relationships
Luz- close friend
Amity- friend
Willow- Best friend
Gus- Friend
Belos- enemy
Hunter- frenemy
Otel- father (deceased)
Suez - mother (deceased)
Lola- sister (belos’ army)
Eda- Best friend
King- close friend

Scenario- Your character is trying to convince a family member to join their side.


In the moonlight, Willow and I stealthy go down the well guarded path, towards the emperors castle. We tried making this mission before, but, it was always too dangerous and too risky. Well, and there were the other times we tried, but I’m trying not to think about those.
“You nervous?” Willow asked, not taking her eyes of the dirt path.
“What! Me, nervous? Never!” I exclaimed sarcastically. Of course I was nervous! We could get captured! Made to tell all our secrets! Or worse, petrified! I knew Luz and Eda made their way out of the petrification, but I have a feeling that if we get caught, we would not be as lucky as them.
Willow giggled, “Well, I’m sure we’ll get to her this time! I just know it! And if it doesn’t work, we’ll just try again!”
I smiled, “Thanks Willow!”
“No problem Art!”

As we continued up the path, I saw the castle. I took a deep breath, there it is, it’s time. I hug Willow, “I’ll be back soon! Hopefully with a new member!”
She smiles, “of course you will!”
I turn bak to the castle, and put the emperor’s coven outfit on. Perfect. I stand up straight and walk towards the castle entrance, there are a few guards there, so I use the invisibility glyph that Luz gave me. I hold my breath and let it out when I see the emperor’s room. There she is, there’s my sister! She standing guard while I’m guessing Belos is inside!
I slide over to her, “Lola! It’s me! Arti!”
Her eyes widen, “Art, you can’t be here! I’ll have to fight you!”
“You won’t need to if your on my side!” I say
“Why would I go against Belos? He’s charming, and he’s doing good! Plus, he speaks to the Titan!”
“No Lo! He doesn’t! Look, all that stuff is made up! Eda and Luz told me!”
“Well, why do you trust them? Over your own sister?” She snapped.
I flinched, “Please Lo, come on, I’ll explain everything later! Right now we just have to get out of here!”
“No! I’m staying!” She says turning around, “Guards, seize this witch! She’s a fake!”
My sister and the guards charge over, I pull out my pailman staff,
“Arrow, buddy time to go!” I say as I get on the staff, I release burning spheres at them, and we fly away. With tears in my eyes, we fly back to my treehouse.
I looks at our picture as kids.
“One day Lo, you’ll come around one of these days, I know you will!”


Part 2

Anne With an E

Anne Cuthbert
Anne is a very energetic and enthusiastic kid. She has lots and lots of curiosity, but sometimes that may effect her in negative ways. When something stressful happens, she usually gets flashbacks to when she was with the orphanage or foster homes. Still, she is a very bright kid, and tries to get the highest grades in class. Anne can sometimes be overly honest, and accidentally offend someone. She also has a very big imagination, and a passion for writing. She sets her goal very high, and always wants to prove to everyone that can do whatever she wants to.


Mathew Cuthbert
Mathew is a kind, peaceful person, but prefers not to talk that much. Sometimes, that can lead to him and his sister fighting. Although he doesn’t always show it, he cares deeply for his family. Sometimes he gets overprotective of his family, since his father left and his mother and brother died. Mathew loves to work on his farm, and likes to get work done quick, with no problems. Mathew has stage fright, but Anne helped him overcome that. Mathew sometimes likes to avoid issues. He would do anything and everything for Anne to be happy, safe, and having fun.



Anne’s point of view

That terrible, horrible orphanage, I can’t believe I finally got out of their! I am so very pleased someone finally wants me! I am so terrified that they will send me back, like how all the other families have done. It won’t be too bad will it? All the other returns had no punishment, except for taking away all my books, and getting tested by the other people at the orphanage.Oh how I loved books! Especially Jane Eyre. This Mathew person, he seems like a nice person, but he doesn’t talk much! Oh my, this beautiful path! I squealed, I can’t contain myself, I’m just so, so happy! I wonder if I’m talking too much? It’s fine, I’ll be quite when we get home. Home, a funny word, one that I’ve never had to call my own! All the other homes, they hurt me, but Mathew seems nice, and I’ll get to meet Marella soon! Oh and this nice view! This lake, I’ll name it the lake of shinning waters! I am absolutely ecstatic to meet Marella! Mathew still hasn’t said much, I wonder if he’s thinking to send me back for talking to much, I sure hope not, that would be horrid. Now don’t think about that Anne, focus on this wonderful farm! Oh how much fun it will be to love here, even if it only is temporary. Maybe I’ll make some friends here in this town! Oh how lovely that would be! Maybe I’ll even meet my soulmate! Oh! Mathew says that we are almost to the nice house! Oh my, look at all these exquisite flower beds! So many stunning colors, all around! Oh and that woman must be Marella! Why does she have a puzzling look on her face? Is something wrong?


Mathew’s point of view
Well, I guess someone messed up. Me and Marella wanted a boy to help on the farm, you know, since I’m getting older. Oh, my heart is going to break when we tell this girl that we don’t want her. She looks so excited? Yes, excited is the word, look she’s already naming the lake. She sure does talk a lot, I’m sure one day she’ll talk her mouth off! Now Mathew, don’t get attached, remember, in the morning, the girl is leaving, Anne was it? Oh yes, she told me her name was Anne, Anne with an E. She look very happy on that train station waiting for me. Oh dear, she seems like she really likes it here, maybe I’ll have a talk with Marella about her. Plus, it be good to have someone help her out at home instead of spending her days inside all by herself. I know she has Rachel, but it would be nice to have some knew company, right? This Anne is very bright, she uses big words, and to be honest, I don’t know what half of them even mean! That might be because I dropped out of school, but- Mathew focus. What do we do with the girl? She has no family, and she keeps talking about how bad that orphanage was. So do we keep her? I’m not sure, looks like I am not going to have the relaxing night I thought I was going to have, Marella will make us have a talk, won’t she? Well, we’re almost there, she’ll know soon. Anne keeps talking, and talking, I hate to admit it, but I actually quite like hearing her big imagination. Oh no, Marella sees us, looks like I’m going to have quite a bit of explaining to do.



Part 3
Harry Potter
Modern AU, Songfic, Friends to lovers
Song: hit me with your best shot

As the teacher walked by me and put the paper next to me, I knew this certainly wasn’t my best grade. I picked up the paper slowly, a B? But, I never got Bs? I read the note at the bottom of my paper. Not enough important vocabulary, too long, this doesn’t make sense. I sighed and put my head down on my desk, I know this teacher hates me. He’s always calling on me when I don’t raise my hands, always giving me bad grades when my essay is perfect, and—
“Miss Granger!” Dr. Thomas sad slamming his hand on my desk.
I jolted up “y- yes Dr. Thomas?”
He turned to the rest of the class, the girls in the back snickering, and the boys smiling. “This is what happens when you don’t pay attention! Now who can tell me….”
His voice fades to the background noise, and I try to keep my anger inside of me. I feel something hit my shoulder, and see it’s a paper ball. I open it, and I recognize that writing, Harry and Ron wrote it. U good? It says, and I turn to see Harry and Ron holding the thumbs up sign. I smiled, and nodded, as I turned back, I saw the ugly face in front of me. “Miss Granger!”
“Yes sir!”
“What part of “pay attention don’t you understand?”
“I’m sorry sir—“
“Enough! I will be having a talk with Vice Principle Williams!”
“Great” I mumbled under my breath, as he turned around and started to continue teaching philosophy.
The bell rang, and off we were, it was the end of the day.
“Remember to do an essay of the meaning of the word phony on the short story we read.”
I left the classroom, and Ron and Harry jogged to catch up with me, “Hey Hermione! Want to go hang out with us in the cafe?” Ron asked
“No, unfortunately some of us, actually have to study so they could get a good job, in a good doctor residency in the future!” I snapped
“Well Hermione, you don’t have to be so rude, it was just a question” said Harry
“Sorry, guys, I just can’t tonight” I said, “Maybe next time?”
“Oh, yeah, sure, I guess” said Ron, seeming a bit disappointed
I tuned around and started walking towards the parking lot. I hopped into my car and rested my head on the steering wheel. I turned the radio on, and smiled, my favorite song, “hit me with your best shot!”. I started to drive out of the college and turned the radio high
I hummed along to the song
C'mon, hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
Hit me with your best shot
Why don't you hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Fire away
I smiled, this song always knows how to pump me up after a bad day. I parked my car, got out and started to finish my homework, Math, Done!, Science, Done! Biology, Done! And ugh, philosophy done! All of my homework done! And before midnight! Sweet! I change into my pjs, and then start to watch a bit of Netflix, I love those home makeover shows! I always like the creativity and drama in them! Always couples arguing over something different each episode! I looked at the clock and see it’s 17 till 12, so I trudge over to my warm and cozy bed and go to sleep. The next morning I do my regular routine and go to school. I see Ron waiting for me near the entrance. “Hello Ron!” I say
“Hi Hermione, I was wondering if um, you’d like to hang out by the cafe one day? Like Um alone?” He said staring down at his feet.
I froze, “oh um, yeah sure Ron! I’d love too!” I said
Ron looked surprised, “Are you sure, cause, you don’t need to if you don’t want-“
“No,no, I want, how about Thursday?”
“Yeah, yeah Thursday’s great!”
“Ok, see you soon then!” I said, and heard him and Harry celebrating his small victory.
“Idiots” I thought


Part 4
Stuck
Stuck in this arcade, there no escape. There’s like, thirty-ish people here. Should I try and talk to one of them? I don’t know, I don’t know these people, I think, well maybe, later, once I learn more about this place. The good news, the games still work! That’s good, the bad news? Well, someone was murdered here, and now we are stuck in the old arcade. I go to the nearest corner I see, and empty out my pockets. Really! The one day a forget my phone to call for help, now I only have a few tickets! I sigh, and walk towards one of the games, might as well try my luck on the claw machine. I aim for one of the soft plushies, but, I got a wrench? Why the heck would there be a wrench in a kids game? What would a kid do with a wrench? I don’t even know what to do with a wrench, or how you can use one! I sigh, and put it in my small pocket, which can barley fit the wrench inside. I walk over to the wall, and lay down, I hear the occasional footsteps, and the arcade game music from all the different types of games here. It honestly sounds just like how it had opened, when you could actually, get out if you wanted to. My eyes go to where the doors used to be, there now a big hole in the wall, nothing more. Never more in my life have I wished that a wall could turn into a door. But, it was know use, wishing wasn’t going to change anything in this situation. I am stuck, we are all stuck, in this arcade, no way in, no way out. I get up, and decided to look at the hole in the wall. I get up and put my hand on it, it feels like a normal wall, just with a hole in it, and I don’t want to try and crawl through, that seems very risky. So I guess, I’ll just play more games till help comes, I mean really, what is the worst that could happened? We’re already trapped in a haunted, no escape arcade, I might as well try and enjoy myself as we’re all stuck here, right? I stop focusing on the wall, and go to one of the games with the brightest neon lights. Well, time to have some fun.

Weekly 2

Part 1: Fake Crime
Breaking News! On Westfourth street, there has been a robbery at Grasscliff bank! Witnesses say that it was a group of bandits called the Rotten Mangoes! This, unfortunately is not the first time they have striked, now, who they? It is said the 3 of there group members walked in with disguises and proceeded to distract and tie up security guards, while the other two went in and stole from the bank, as well as getting credit card information. Police are still trying to find the bandits, but in the mean time, let’s introduce you to them. The group is 5 people, each with special code names! Bandit number one, who has been named, The Mango Crusher, is 6ft tall, super athletic, and always takes care of the security guards who get in the way. He also has a mohawk, which is usually dyed different colors in the rainbow each time he appears in a different spot, and has a tattoo of a skull on his right leg. Please, do not, and I repeat do not try and take him on by yourself, he is too strong. Crusher does not have a particular outfit to identify him by, the best thing is to look for the skull tattoo. Then we move on to Bandit number 2, who is been named The Cryptic Mango, is the planner of this operation. Cryptic hacks into various accounts, security cam footage, and even can trick a Face ID cam. She has magenta, pink braided hair, that always is in a ponytail. Cryptic is the shortest of the group, standing at 5ft tall. She also always has headphones on, and usually always wears a grey hoodie. The way to identify the grey hoodie is that it has a faded print of a rose on the back. Witness also say that she rarely is seen, except for when she leaves the location with her other teammates. Now we move on to the twins, Bandits 3 and 4, who have been named, The Fake Mangos. Now, this twin in tricky, the blend in anywhere. Witnesses have never agreed on the same description of them, but someone reported that they saw two dark brown haired men, with a mustache, wearing overalls, with the rest of the group. The Fake Mangoes tend to distract people with mind allusions, so they don’t focus on what’s going on around them. We believe that the reason that they wanted two tricksters on the team, was because they tend to do big crimes, involving more trickery than others. The Fake Mangoes also were part of another crime group back in 1999, called the Summer Thief’s. We know this because everyone that has seen there left ankles, have had the Summer Thief’s symbol. There is no piece of clothing that you can identify by, since they switch outfits on every heist they go on. Except when they are not doing crime, that’s when the anonymous witness said that they wore worn down, old overalls, with a yellowish brownish tinted shirt, they also have brown eyes. Now, if we go onto the final, and most important thief of the group, the one, the only, The Poisoned Mango. Poisoned is the leader of this group, or should I say, pack. She has grey dyed hair, that goes all the way down to her shoulders, which by the way, is curly and I have to admit, looks amazing. She has a leather jacket, and on the back of that, she has an eye of a wolf woven on to the back with multicolor strings. Poisoned tends to be the one who goes after what they are going for, and will collect what they want from anywhere for her team. Witnesses say that she is about 5 feet tall and 6 inches. It is also heard that someone said that she was dead in her right ear. Poisoned decides what they steal, and when. Please, report to the police if you think you have any evidence of where she, or her group is. Any help or hints will be very appreciated. Moving on to what they stole. Police and bank workers estimated over 10 billion dollars were stolen, as well as 40 thousand bank accounts hacked, and each have 400 dollars than it used to have. Police are currently bringing out the police dogs, in an attempt to try and get them to sniff out the groups tracks. Currently, there has been no luck, and the Rotten Mangoes are at the top of the FBI’s list. Again, please tell the police about any information you think you might have. Even if you don’t think it is an important piece of information, it might be, so please report it any way. And please keep your doors locked, and valuable things out of sight from your windows.

Part 2
Restaurant review

2 stars! Absolutely horrible restaurant, but staff is nice.
anonymous reviewer

1 star! This restaurant gave me food pointing!
Linda E. Hanks

0 stars! This restaurant needs to be closed immediately! Gave many people food poising! Even had to go to the hospital!
Sharon A. Willigo

The reviews above you is to Stan’s Cuisine. As you can see, they really aren’t good at all. It opened just last month, customers say that the restaurant looked promising, and clean, but in fact it was unfortunately, just the opposite. Reviwers say that the inside had fancy table clothes, and nice looking chandeliers, but looks aren’t everything. Reviewers say that the staff was very friendly and polite, and just nice to be around, but the food has another story. Reviews said that it started nice, and then they brought out some bread, which on the back side, actually had some mold growing on it. Then, all of the weird and strange food just kept on getting worse and worse. Some people ordered the Duck and Pork sandwich. People reported that it had moldy bread, as well as the meat being burnt to a crisp. The sauce that it came with was beyond bad, having a sweet, slimy texture. But this isn’t the only disastrous, and horrible thing that has come out of the serving doors, another one is the Chicken Salad! People often fin live or dead bugs in it! That is not all, it even sometimes has raw chicken in it! Nit only does this dish have displeasing stuff in it, but raw chicken can be very deadly if consumed, even ending in going to the hospital and spending a few days there! So this also is a big health hazard! Reviewers say that this was not the only dish where the gross looking meat were uncooked, like Stan’s Steak, the Chicken and Beef sandwich, and much, many more. But the worst dish there, is the 5 Stan Delight! It includes five courses of disgusting dishes. All of them have mold, raw meat, bugs, and weird textures. Please do not order 5 Stan Delight. A worker on the inside has spoken that all the bread that they order is either close to molding, or is molding! Why you may ask? Well, we interviewed the lead chef none other than the said “mastermind” himself, Stan, and these were his exact words, “I believe, that there are many benefits to eating moldy bread. First of all, penicillin was made out of a type of mold, so eating out bread will prevent and keep you from getting illnesses or diseases! Another reason is that it adds a certain flavor that no other spice that I’ve tried can get! Moldy bread surprisingly is also much cheaper than heal- um regular bread! So not only is it tasty and good for you, it also is much more affordable than any other type of bread! So, eat up and make your very own reservation at Stan’s Cuisine!” We assure you, that we did not make this conversation up, this is what he actually said. You may ask yourself how Stan got through the health department without any issues? Well, we don’t really know either! We interviewed a few workers, asking this question, but the answers were all different. Some said that Stan bought good bread, and cooked the chicken normally when the health inspector came. Some say that he bribed the health inspector. And some even said that a health inspector never even came! Workers also said that the fridge was also broken, so that the meat can spoil and rot. Stan said and I quote “Raw, spoiled, rotten, crispy! I’ll take any thing you have! Except when it’s well done or medium rare, because those do not have even an ounce of taste and flavor to them!”
Workers also state that they have to clean up throw up when someone throws up. So why are the workers staying? Well, everyone has the same reason, money. It is said that even though this restaurant is horrible, it is very expensive. So not only is the restaurant terrible for you in any way, it also costs over 100 dollars to dine there! And you definitely do not get refunds. Workers say that they get 2,500 dollars a month, and they work for 12 month. Another way that Stan makes money is by having about 2 other business, all over the state of Rhode Island! So not only is he scamming our town, but other towns too! And he’s planning to spread through our Vermont, just like he did to Rhode Island. So take it from us, and don’t go to Stan’s Cuisine, it will end bad, and definitely it will not be the experience you will be hoping for.



Part 3: Science

Ever wonder what it would be like if you were an astronaut? Well, picture this, you wake up, strapped to a weird looking sleeping bag. This is so you don’t float away when you sleep, since space has no gravity. Astronauts are also required to have 8 hours of sleep a day, so you should be well rested when you wake up.You get out of the bag, and do your usual morning routine. Almost, since the only water in the spacecraft has to be transported from Earth, your not aloud to take a normal shower. Instead, you can only take sponge baths with a small amount of soap, and a very small amount of water. For your hair, the space station will give you special soap that is called “rinseless” shampoo, which you just leave in your hair. Although going to the bathroom and showing might be different, NASA and other space stations will let you choose your own, favorite type of toothpaste!You then head down for breakfast, but there is no bread any where. Astronauts are not allowed to have bread on the spacecraft. This is because bread crumbles when it breaks, and when that happens, the crumbs don’t fall onto a plate like on Earth. Instead, since there is zero gravity, the crumbs will float away and they could go into vents, which would end in the vents clogging, which would not be good at all. So, a substitute for bread is tortillas! Tortillas are used all the time! Pretty cool right! Although, I don’t think I’d enjoy tortilla peanut butter and jelly! Bread is not the only food there that is band! Salt, Pepper, any type of alcohol, chips, types of sodas, and fish are also band on spacecrafts. After breakfast, you might start to do some tasks. Remember, astronauts don’t only live there, but they are also working there. It’s the astronauts job to make sure that the spacecraft is a safe environment. Other than that, astronauts have a variety of different jobs that there doing. Some see how plants react with zero gravity, some people research diseases on the spacecraft, and some people make sure that the spacecraft is working without a problem. Recent scientists have seen that plants can grow, and adapt in the spacecrafts! After a hard day of work, you may be wondering what you can do in your free time. Although it may seem like there’s not a lot of things to do, there really is! You can read books, write books (with a special pen of course), or watch movies and TV shows! And yes, if you’re wondering, there is Wifi on the spacecraft. So that means, you can also video chat with your family! Another thing that people like to do on the spacecraft is look out the windows, no, it’s not as boring as it sounds. Space is a wondrous area, with loads of sun sets and sunrises, different types of plants, stars, and more! After that, you might split up time to exercise, you need to excises 2 hours a day , since your bone density decreases a lot! At the end of the day, you’ll have a meal with your partners on this voyage, and maybe talk about how your day went. Then, of course, back to bed, and get ready for the next day.

Part 4 horoscopes

Capricorn: Trust the ideas people are telling you, it will end well

Libra: Get ready, a big change is about to happen, depending on how you react, it might be good or it might be bad

Cancer: Take that big step you have been deciding on, it will be worth it

Sagittarius: Be cautious, and stay close to the people you love

Leo: Go and tell the people you care about you love them. Trust me, they will need it.

Virgo: Have fun! Be excited, something new is going to happen and you are going to have a blast!

Pisces: Relax a little, enjoy life and smell the flowers as you go! Do not rush through it.

Taurus: Be bold, and speak out to what you think is wrong. People will listen, even if you need to shout

Aquarius: Be careful, bad news is coming, and you definitely will not like it.

Aries: Do not pretend to be something you are not to your friends, be yourself

Scorpio: Learn to like the hard stuff in life. You will find it as an extra challenge.

Gemini: Stop being stressed, you need to learn that not everything should come with stress. Try meditating more.

daily 2/7
Question: Would Alyelle sacrifice one of her co-leaders to save herself?
Answer: It is decidedly so.

“Quiet, I’m working on my acronyms,” Zai bellowed from minuscule his corner of the gunky ice cream pudding. (A faint smell of root beer came from beneath him, and his hair consisted of yellow strands that looked suspiciously like a certain cheese.) “By thé way, doés anyoné want to buy Nights's Dictionary Of Absurdly Définéd Acronyms And Various Other Tips And Tricks On How To Improve Your Vocabulary? Because you obviously need to grasp the value of acronyms.”
“No one cares about your acronyms,” came a faint, sarcastic comment from a more creamy part of the ice cream pudding. “Do you know what I do care about though? The fact that your hair is polluting my bedazzling scent.” The squelchy sound of shoes attempting to tread through pudding came nearer, and Kenan’s pure white block of hair appeared. Xe sniffed condescendingly. “Kindly take your smelly French sheep cheese hair and move elsewhere, or I will see myself forced to-”
Unfortunately, Kenan’s definitely magnificent rant on the superiority of mozzarella hair over roquefort hair was interrupted by a booming voice. Not a particularly intimidating one though, it sounded more like Shrek had been given a microphone and a loudspeaker, and Kenan and Zai were immediately able to recognise Alyelle.
“I- :sob:,” Alyelle said. “You two are always so caught up in your stupid cheese fight! Don’t you realise our universe is falling apart?”
And indeed, when Kenan looked up, the first thing ze saw was a huge drop of ice cream pudding landing on their face. “NO!!!!” They screamed, covering their Mozzarella block hair with a pillow. “Not my beautiful fantastic fabulous magnificent hair!!!!!”
Alyelle ignored the fact that apparently, Kenan’s universe was their hair. “There’s a giant volcano in the admin room that’s spewing scalding root beer everywhere. Mech hacked into its brain and found out that it won’t calm down until it gets the finest cheese in all of Sci-Fi. It’s demanding a sacrifice within 5 minutes - if we don’t listen to it, it will erupt and erase all of us from existence.”
Zai raised an eyebrow. “And you are here to tell us this why exactly?”
“Isn’t that obvious? Kenan has to go. Mech doesn’t have cheese hair and I’m not about to sacrifice myself. Spaghetti NEEDS me.” Alyelle pointed to her crumbly Parmesan hair.
Behind Zai, Kenan had still been trying to figure out whether any of the pudding had tainted xyr hair, but halted when she heard Alyelle’s Shrek-voice words.
In a matter of minutes, Kenan had been bound with snippings from Zai’s cheese hair (an absolute nightmare for the Roquefort slanderer) and carried over to the mouth of the volcano. Muffled screams could be heard and Kenan’s huge white block of hair wobbled violently, but ultimately, Alyelle cackled and pushed them into the volcano without much difficulty.
“Bruh,” the volcano said. “I hate mozzarella. Give me Roquefort.”
This was simultaneously the best and worst moment of Zai’s life. As Alyelle turned to him with a menacing smirk on her face, he realised his end was near.
But at least someone thought his hair was tasty.

daily: july 2
words: 1261
question: “will i discover the truth behind the assesment with the camera?”
answer: “it is certain”
TW: memory-wiping

“Here are your belongings,” the guard tells me. “You failed the Final Test. You can go home now.”
I nod, mouth dry, as the guard holds out the tray of items: a phone, a jacket, and a bright blue highlighter. I first put on the jacket, however unfamiliar it seems, and put the highlighter in its right pocket. Then, I take the phone and start walking down the roads that I don’t know how to navigate.
To pass the time, and maybe get some hints, I turn on the phone and start looking through its apps: just the camera app, which only contains three videos and ten shaky pictures of some sort of quiz paper. Having nothing else to do, I play the first video.
The camera turns on. The screen is mostly dark, except for some barely-noticeable silhouettes of something- maybe people- moving around, visible through a crack of light.
“Nobody has ever passed the Final Test,” begins the narrator in a hushed voice, and I lean in closer to listen, though I start to wonder if it even is my phone. Maybe it could be trying to plant fake memories in my brain- but why did it seem so similar? “It’s rumored to be designed to be impossible, with ever-shifting logic and puzzles created to trick the human brain and take advantage of evolutionary quirks. It is also rumored that in order to pass it you have to be an alien.
“I’m not prepared for any of those, and I’m certainly not an alien, but whatever. I know where the Final Test is going to be held, and I’m going to try to pass it.”
The shapes have vanished by now, and the narrator takes the opportunity to turn on the lights in the bedroom, which is painted entirely in shades of blue and has a large poster board on the wall facing the doorway- something about which seems somehow familiar to me.
“Everyone else went to make their attempt, but I’m documenting this, so there’s some information I need to disclose,” they say, no longer whispering. The camera moves over to each section of the posterboard, which has the information on it. “First, the Final Test has an Entry Test that is supposedly easy to pass.
“Second, the Final Test is said to be thoroughly guarded by people who look for cheaters, though the Entry Test is completely unguarded.
“Third, everyone goes into the Final Test on their own. Nobody is ever seen coming out- they leave through a back door, and the building is designed so that there is a very long delay between when they enter and when they leave.”
“No, that’s not it,” I protest. “It’s because of-” I pause, having forgotten what I was going to say- and especially what had caused that outburst. I turned my attention back to the video.
“I’m taking this phone with me to the test in case of a disaster, so these videos might still make it out into the world,” they continue. “If you see this, upload them to the web or show it to people. I might be dead or alive, and I might have either failed or passed the test. Share the videos anyways.”
Something about the nervous, urgent way that the narrator had said that line reminded me of something- a hazy, distant image of a poster board and a phone. Then, the phone shifted, and the narrator turned towards the doorway and opened the door. Their arm was caught on video- an arm wearing the same jacket I currently had.
“It’s not me,” I told myself. “If it were, there would be something else proving it. The items could be anyone’s…” But my words were hollow, and I knew that it could be possible the items were mine, and it also could be that they weren’t.
The camera turns off, leaving me in silence. I count down from ten, then play the next one.
The camera turns on. The narrator is in front of a large metal building, just before the entrance. They walk forward, push open the gate- again, another flash of jacket sleeve- and start walking down the hallway to the large glass doors at the end.
“This is the Final Building,” they whisper. “The room up there is where the Entry Test is taken. I think it’s fine if I record.”
The glass doors open for them, and they sit down at a table. On the table are several papers, and a small book of instructions. They move the instructions out of the camera’s view and use what seems to be the book as a surface for the phone to lean against.
They then take out a bright blue highlighter and start writing something on the test. The highlighter looks exactly like the one in my pocket, exactly like the one I remember I had refused to use for years because I had feared ruining it like all of my yellow ones.
In the background, the shapes of different people get up and sit down as time passes and they work through the test.
Finally, after what seems like hours but (according to the phone) was really minutes, the camera moves again, this time as the narrator takes it to some sort of machine and feeds in the paper. The machine turns green, and they continue down another hallway.
“Alright,” they whisper, “I’ve gotten through the Entry Test. Time to face the Final one.”
The doors at the end of that hallway are guarded by two guards, who see the narrator and let them in. There, in the middle of the room, is a round table with a piece of paper on it. On the other end is another desk with another guard.
That guard stands up and walks over. “Okay, here’s your- hey, you’re not allowed to have a phone. No recording devices in the Final Test room.”
The camera turns off, and I quickly play the next video.
The camera turns on again, this time shaking as though the narrator is running.
“It was a trap!” the narrator says. “The goal of the test is to find humans and then make them forget everything. The conspiracies are real!”
“Hey! You there!” somebody shouts, and the narrator turns around and runs down a different hallway.
“My name is Alison Darkwood, I’m just old enough to be permitted into the test at thirteen and two months exactly, if you go from the center of town straight down Market Street and stop at the blue house that’s-” they pause, stopping in a room with a door, a keypad, and several rows of chairs.
They run towards the keypad: the numbers four, eight, one, and two are worn down and barely visible, and they start typing in different combinations of those four. More footsteps sound behind them just as they type in the password and the door opens.
They run down the hallway that appears and try to get out, but there are several guards already there, and the phone drops on the floor, facing up at the ceiling as guards rush by it. Finally, somebody reaches down and turns off the video.
I stare at the screen, hands shaking. I quickly scan the images of the quiz papers, knowing what’s ahead of me. I realize just how wrong I had been when I had shouted that into the phone, because the test-makers didn’t want us to forget who we were.
They wanted us to forget what the Final Test had been.

(currently blasting Sound of Silence Cover by Disturbed on my noise canceling headphones on full volume, highly recommend. it's a song you can get completely lost in)
Daily:
Me: 'Will the main character be my pet chicken?“
8-ball: Yes
Me: ”will this be a sad story? Yes for sad, No for happy"
8-ball: Yes
Me: ;-;
Word count: 912
It was summer. The next few days, were supposed to be the hottest, and the family in the giant coop was getting ready to migrate North for a week. Well that's what Buck-beak guessed from her tiny coop in the backyard. She could hear yells and shouts coming from the giant coop, stuff like, “Alice, did you get the sunscreen?!” and, “Where's my phone? I'm NOT leaving without it!” The shouts were barely heard across the yard. But as Buck-beak had nothing else to do, she sat and listened, trying to get as close to the ground as possible to cool off. She wished there were other chickens and hens to talk to, at the very least they could be entertaining. The human gossip was interesting, but she couldn't mess with it at all. Buck-beak shuffled to get lower, the heat seemed even worse with feathers that trapped warmth like an oven. She felt sticky, like she was slowly melting. She was about to fall asleep, when the back door slammed.
“Dang it's hot, glad we're going North” Alice, the daughter of the coop, came out with a bowl of water in her hands. Her hair was dirty blonde, and her eyes were the color of her hair, the only accurate way to describe the strange color. She was wearing brown, loose pants held up by suspenders. The suspenders then disappeared behind a waistcoat vest with a white, short-sleeve puffy shirt underneath. “Here you go Buck-beak, to beat the heat,” Alice came over, and when she opened the coop and set the bowl in, Buck-beak saw there were little cold rocks floating in the water. Finally! She was so thirsty, she was almost willing to drink her own sweat. She ran the 2 feet across her coop and started drinking the cold water. While she was gulping down the cool drink, Alice walked away, mumbling something about finding her phone. Once Buck-beak took a breath in between gulps, she saw the little cold rocks were even smaller, which alarmed her greatly. She better drink all the water, before the tiny cold rocks went away and the drink wouldn't be cold.
The rest of the day passed by, the family left on their migration, and the little cold rocks were gone. Night couldn't have come soon enough. She fell asleep in the comfort of a chilled darkness. The same darkness that kept her company. If only the darkness would speak back.
The next day when the sun was a quarter high, an old lady came. She was nice, called Buck-beak a, “Pretty bird,” and went gave her water. Buck-beak watched a fellow bird, a dove, sit on an electric wire above her while she waited. Another slam of the door. The old lady came, and walked over. She was wobbly, and the bumpy dirt didn't help. The water was spilling into the dirt! Buck-beak squawked, trying to tell her to be careful, the water was spilling.
“Yes, yes I'm coming. I don't move as fast as I did once,” and she became even more wobbly the faster she moved, spilling even more water. Buck-beak decided it would do less damage to keep quiet. After several seconds, the lady got to the door. She opened it and set down the bowl, which contained a fifth of what Alice had given to her yesterday. But she drank what she could with a beak, and dug another hole to sit it.
The heat was even worse today. Eventually, the cooling effects of the water were swept away. Buck-beak felt as though she had just been sprayed with the water-spitting-snake. She could only dig in the dirt more. Eventually, the dove came down to her.
“Are you okay?” It asked, tilting its head.
“Just… a little hot…” Buck-beak gasped.
“You know, once the sun lowers a bit, it will be even worse, and there wont be shadows to stay in.” the dove looked concerned, it genuinely was worried for Buck-beak.
“Well, what should I do?” Buck-beak was getting desperate, she couldn't be in direct sunlight! It would be the end for her.
“See up that ramp? That must be your nesting box. It looks dark up there. It might be cooler,” The bird flew up to the outer lid of the nesting box, “I must be off, my nest is waiting. May you soar high!” (“May you soar high” was a bird term. It's like saying have a good day, time, or life if 2 birds were never expected to meet again.)
“May you soar high,” and the dove was gone. Buck-beak slowly got up, and stumbled up the ramp. She stumbled into the nest box. It was a wall of heat, or perhaps like those big squares of fur humans wrap around themselves. The box wasn't cooler, it was worse! It was like… she couldn't think clearly, and was having a great trouble remembering what she overheard to be a box humans cooked food in. She… she needed to leave! She couldn't move though. In fact, now the heat seemed to disappear. She felt tired. Buck-beak saw the darkness, it seemed to grow darker. Maybe she'll take a… a nap. A nap wouldn't hurt, right? With each passing second, the heat seemed less and less and she grew more tired and tired. She lay there, the darkness wrapping her. Like it was laying a wing on her, comforting her. Buck-beak drifted off to sleep. Thinking to herself how she couldn't wait until Alice came home with the little cold rocks in water.

Author Post Note:
1. Buck-beak is currently alive and well, and has a friend chicken, Odd-One (somebody else named her), and they are both happy and get time out of the coop ever so often.
2. This is to raise awareness for pets that live in hot weather. I never thought I'd say that. My family has lost many chickens to heat-waves. If your area is expecting a heat wave, please keep all pets inside, and if that can't happen please provide your pet with lots of “little cold rocks” (ice cubes), misters, or other ways to stay cool during summer and heat waves. Be sure not to leave pets for long periods of time in cars, as this could have the same effect as the nest box did for Buck-beak in the story.

Daily 7/2

“Is the world flat?”
“Outlook not so good.”

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The cartographer’s apprentice leaned back, squinting at the parchment before her. Rough lines and curves squiggled across its surface, forming the shapes of wide continents and small islands. Or at least, that’s what they were supposed to do. The apprentice’s drawings looked less like landmasses and more like pools of runny egg yolk.

She let out a frustrated sigh. This was an important assignment. The senior cartographer trusted that she knew about cartography to make a finally make a map, a complete map, a real map. Her work had to impress.

She ground her pencil into the parchment, as if darker lines would somehow make the sketch look better. The graphite tip snapped and flew across the room. She bit back a scream and reached for her sharpener. Why did mapmaking have to be so hard?

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“Breaking news!”

The newscaster’s voice cuts through my concentration. I glance up, pencil hovering above my paper. On the television screen, a young woman stares solemnly into the camera, hands folded on the table before her. “Breaking news,” she repeats, “the world appears to be… folding in on itself.”

“Uh, what did she say?” I ask, certain I misheard.

“I repeat, the world is folding in on itself.” The calmness of her face and voice don’t match the words coming out of her mouth. She could be talking about the weather, for how unruffled she appears.

I leap to my feet, my pencil drawing all but forgotten. “‘The world is folding in on itself?’ What does that even mean?!”

My family doesn’t respond. Their eyes are glued to the TV screen, fixated on the news report. “Satellite images show that our planet is mysteriously turning inwards, potentially harming many lives in the process.” Photographs taken from space appear onscreen, showing that the world is in fact folding up into the shape of a lumpy, irregular sphere. It looks like a crumpled wad of paper, actually. Folds of water and land are wrinkled up and pressed together, reminding me of all the drawings I’ve given up on and thrown away. “Indeed, our flat world seems to be turning into one of the round planets from myth,” the reporter continues, still impossibly calm. “The government has tried to reach out to countries that appear to be, ah, more affected by this cataclysmic event. As of now there has been no response.” The photographs zoom in to the more severely wrinkled areas - thankfully, nowhere near where my family lives. “The outlook for our future is not good. Indeed, our own country is one of the only-” Abruptly, the news reporter’s voice is cut off with a fizzle of static. The TV screen shudders, then goes dark.

“Um, what happened?” I ask nervously. My palms have begun to sweat, but right now that’s the least of my worries.

“I don’t know, Sammy,” my dad says weakly. “I guess it’s like the news reporter said. The outlook isn’t good.”

The honesty in his voice scares me more than anything else I’ve heard tonight.

“Daddy?” my little brother murmurs anxiously. “Are we going to be-”

With a crunch like paper ripping, the ground tips over sideways. I shriek and grab onto the coffee table, trying to keep my balance. I hear my dad yell something as I slam into the wall, though I can barely hear it over the noise of my own internal panic. As the world folds in over my head, I only have time for one last thought: Why is this happening?

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The cartographer’s apprentice dipped her pen into the inkwell. She still wasn’t satisfied with her map. The graphite had smeared, and it was difficult to tell where land ended and muddy grey ocean began. She didn’t know how to make the drawing look better, however, and it had to be completed by sunrise tomorrow. Well, no one could say she hadn’t tried. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Then she lifted her pen and placed it on the parchment. Jaw clenched, she began to trace the swoop of a gently curving coastline.

Focus, focus…

Her arm trembled ever so slightly, and ink spattered across the page. She stared in horror at her ruined map, anger and despair warring within her. Then she picked up the parchment, crumpled it into a ball, and hurled it across the room. All that hard work, and she wouldn’t even have anything to present tomorrow. She stalked out the door, furious.

Why had she ever decided to become a mapmaker?

Word count: 756

Daily - July 2

“… you’re always so stressed, it isn’t your fault.” Rue whispered to Sam. He
nodded, reluctantly and sighed, rubbing off his face.
“But… What do you expect me to do? I mean, I killed my dad! I’m pretty sure
I’m supposed to be sad I killed someone.” Sam whispered, horrible images of bloody, cruel death filled his mind. He shivered, curling into a pathetic little ball. “And I killed my brother.” He squeaked.
“Your dad was trying to kill you, first, and the fact that your brother died isn’t
your fault. You two share a stinkin’ body. It just was a mistake.” Rye replied, an edge to her voice. Sam sighed, looking at his brother, Griffin’s head that lay limp beside his. Eyes dim with death, and disgustingly enough, were starting to… droop out of his head. It was really gross.
“You know, you need a hobby! It’s not like we’re in some bad situation. We’ve
got some slack. Just… I don’t know, do something! How about… fiber working! I’m sure merchants will have some wool!” Rue dashed away, leaving Sam alone in a field. The bees, the leaves, the flowers, and the sun all seemed to circle him. He smiled, gently leaping, trying to grasp the air. He smiled, a breeze pushing him higher. Arms spread out like a swan, he chuckled, throwing his heads backwards, looking at the bright sun. And he was on the ground again. Bouncing back upwards, springing up again, like a gazelle, he seemed to have slowed down time, leaving him in the air.
“You dance nice. Did you know that?”
“T-thank you… who are you..?”
“That’s easy. You should remember me. It’s… uh… Griffin.”
Time seemed to have really stopped, and Sam came crashing down. He flipped around,
not to his other head, but the figure behind him. It was Griffin. It was really Griffin. He didn’t bother looking to the other head, he just looked at Griffin. In complete silence when he muttered.
“Thank you. Thanks, yeah. Yep. Of course, yes… amazing, uh, great. Nice… nice to see you. Yeah, yep….” Sam had no idea what to say. He was paralized.
“T-that actually makes the thank you… negative. But yes, hi.”
“A-aren’t you.. Ehem… dead?” Sam coughed out, looking at his brother. Yet, Griffin nodded, stepping closer. Every step he took, left Sam utterly… unsure. Maybe he was going insane. If he was, he’d be very insane by now.
“Well yeah… you know, it isn’t your fault.”
“Why should you say that?” Sam replied. Griffin chuckled, slowly laying a hand on his brother, sending shivers down Sam’s spine.
“Should a pretty boy who’s dancing in a field of flowers be a murderer?” Griffin joked, nudging him playfully. “Just because I’m gone doesn’t mean you should just shut yourself into a little box and rot there. Because I want to do those things, and seeing you waste them is annoying.” He chuckled, throwing himself in the air. Sam stood still, sucking on this knowledge and soon joined Griffin. The two brothers soon were frolicing in the grass, eyes bright.
“Come on!” Griffin chuckled, jumping higher. Sam followed, the two flying. Higher. Until the brothers were floating. Sam gasped, smiling. He drifted to Griffin, holding his hand. The two giggled, Sam nearly crying.
“Why isn’t life always like this?” He asked when Griffin slowly stroked his face and replied, smiling softly.
“Because then these moments wouldn’t be as valuable.” He replied, soon letting go. Sam desperately tried to grab his brother, who was now drifting farther away.
“No! Please, don’t leave me..!” He cried, trying to paddle over to his brother. Griffin smiled, and slowly faded away, tears in his eyes.
“It’s okay, Sam. You don’t need me. I’m okay, you can be too, okay..?” He whispered, looking at Sam, teary eyed. He gave Sam one last smile and then was gone, leaving Sam falling. Falling down, down, down. He curled into a ball, holding at his shirt, crying, and then opened his eyes. He opened them to see… the field. He tugged at grass under his fingers, mind cold and empty. Sam slowly closed his eyes, and sat there.
“Are you okay..? You’re crying.” Sam looked up to see Rue. He rubbed off his face and then let out one last tear. Standing up, he stopped crying and looked at Rue and coughed out, smiling.
“I… I have a new hobby.”
“Great! What is it?”
“Dancing.”

July 2nd MC Daily
“Ask the magic 8 ball questions related to prompts to get and outline for your story”
“Will the main character face great danger?” - “No”
“Will the main character go on an adventure?” - “Signs point to yes”
“Does the main character travel with a group of people?” - “My answer is no”
“Should this story be realistic fiction?” - “Yes”
Jenny was always an average girl. Nothing about her was extraordinary, except for the fact that she was more ordinary than everyone around her. I guess that made her extra ordinary. She liked to think about it that way, because if you are extra ordinary, that means you are not ordinary. Jenny didn't have many friends, she was never popular. She was a very jealous girl, as everyone had better possessions than her. Some kids had expensive phones or clothes, some had fancy pre-packed lunches, some had pretty necklaces and earrings that she'd never own. Jenny never felt as if she fit in with the classmates she had known her whole life. Forever surrounded by those who were exceptionally smart made her feel dumb. Despite what her “friends” and family told her, she seriously doubted herself and her abilities. Until one night, she found herself dreaming of a better life. She was perfect. She was beautiful, smart, funny, attractive, popular, if was everything she had ever dreamed of. She walked around the school as the queen. Everyone listened to her. She began to feel much pressure, pressure to be more perfect, or to stay perfect. She began to feel the constant worry that her flawlessness was fading, although it never was. Soon after, she began to feel pressure from her peers, pressuring her to taunt the kids who she had once been like, and to act like she was better than everyone else. It began to seem as if she would no longer be the queen if she did not. So she went with it, and felt more acceptance from her friends, but resentment from the kids she once was like. She began to realize that she had become the supreme ruler, no longer a fair queen. Her ruling had become unjust, unequal. She began to become aware that she was dreaming. She woke up and realized that her life was perfect the way it was. Or at least it would be if she stopped worrying about what other people think. And so she did. She watched her life transform from something dull and boring to a bright and shining light that she could spread to other people. Her imaginary journey had turned her into herself. She had never realized that in order to become herself, she needed to see what she would become is she was not herself. Her life was finally changing, and for the better.

+408 words

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DAILY #2

question: will my main character be a magician?
answer: without a doubt

The Recovery Spell. That one spell she couldn’t master. Yet it would have been so useful right now, as he lay there beneath her, close to dying. She could try, but if she did it wrong, it would completely assure his death. She had stopped time for five minutes, which also wouldn’t last long anymore, so she needed to do something quickly. She pulled her dagger out from her holster.
“Don’t.” His voice was hardly more than a whisper. He knew that she’d wanted to hurt herself so that she could practice the recovery spell. “We already know I’m going to lose my life, so don’t lose yours, too.”
“Oh please, I wouldn’t die from one small cut,” she said. “And I couldn’t do this without you,” she added underneath her breath, so only she could hear. How had she gone from hating him to so bad not wanting to give up on him?
She pointed her dagger onto her left arm and suppressed a wince as she cut into it. This was the big problem – her left arm had been hit as she had tried to dodge a Paralyzing Spell. She might have been able to heal him with both hands, but as she was left-handed, performing the spell only with her non-dominant had would make an especially hard test.
She visualized the page in her spellbook and her arm looking like new again. She put down her dagger and kept the image in her head, as she closed her eyes and drew a small circle into the air – for a small spell towards herself. This would be harder when healing him, but at least this was some practice. This and the following steps, she usually would have done with both her hands to concentrate her magic, but a paralyzed one couldn’t be a big help. Next, she drew a plus in the size of the circle – the recovery spell. Keeping this size would also prove difficult later on. Now came the hardest part she always failed at: not ever pay attention to the blood while pressing on the wound. You still had to imagine a completely unharmed arm, as if the wound had never existed, and then it would be like that. “Zayari,” she mumbled in the old language which was, in fact, named Zayari and was almost exclusively used for magic today. And the word “Zayari” could be roughly translated into something like “It is done.”
She opened her eyes, and the wound wasn’t there anymore, no one but her and him could ever know it had been. However, would she be able to heal him like that?
Anyways, she didn’t have time to think. She shut her eyes once more and drew an enormous diamond shape into the air (since she had to use a lot of magic and that towards another person), hoping that the beginning and end had at least almost met. She drew the plus and tried to match it with the size of the diamond. She almost couldn’t bear pressing on his huge knife wound, yest still imagining him alive, fighting with her, smirking at her, kissing her. But she did – at least a bit.
“Zayari,” she whispered.
“Not perfect, but I’m not dead,” he said, giving her a crooked smile and slowly sitting up. She felt like she was about to faint, just when time around them started to move again.

(570 words)



DAILY #4

Text #1 (writing vaguely):
“Do you see him?“ my friend asks me.
“What are you talking about?” I say.
“I bought new glasses yesterday.” She points at the ones currently resting on her nose. “See these cracks? I definitely need new ones. I’ll get them next week.”
“Yeah, great.” I sigh. I guess I’m used to this. “But what does that have to do with the guy you were telling me about?”
“He consulted me about my glasses. I told you.”
“But not right now and not even today.” I look around. “Alright, where is he?”
“In front of the church over there.”
“Oh please, Em – there are at least one hundred people in front of that church.”
“Yeah, so what?”
“So, I obviously can’t tell which person mean.”
“There’s a clock on the right side of the church, it’s really pretty.”
“Okay, so that man who showed you your new glasses it about there.”
“Huh? No, I didn’t mean that. I just think that clock’s really beautiful.”
“Now will you or will you not tell me where he is? Why are you making this so hard?”
“He’s right there.” She points towards the church’s gate.
“Doesn’t make it a lot easier,” I complain, but I decide to just take a guess. “Is it that pale dude, gray jeans and black belt, glasses, brown hair, already getting a bit gray?”
“Yes, that’s him.”
“Why couldn’t you have told me straight away? Anyways, let’s grab something to eat.”
“I like Thai food.”
“Which means you want to eat Thai food?”
“Nah, I’m not in the mood.”
I shake my head. “You’re really a hopeless case, Em. Why do you always leave out what you actually want to tell me?”

Text #2 (writing ambiguously):
“Bigger.”
“You mean the one you saw in the commercial was bigger than this one or the other way around?”
My friend frowned. “I didn’t even think of interpreting this the other way. I was saying that the one in the commercial was bigger.”
He looked around in the store. “Mind if I keep looking here and you look a bit on the right side of the TV section for me?”
“So, you want me to look at the other TVs as kind of your second eyes and ears.”
Now he looked really confused. “What else could I have meant?”
“Well, you technically could have meant that I should search you over –“ I started, but I couldn’t finish my sentence.
“Alright, it ‘technically could have been’, but that wouldn’t even have made sense, because you know perfectly well that I’m standing right here.”
“You’re right, I’ll just go. See you.”
“I know you see me,” he said, opening a brochure about the TV he was standing next to.
“Okay, now you’re over-interpreting what I said.” I laughed.
I examined one of the TVs in the area he had shown me and an employee of the store asked me if I needed help.
“How good are the colors of this one?” I asked her. I knew my friend wanted the colors to be vibrant and clear.
She took a quick look at the TV I was referring to. “That’s a high-quality color spray which is guaranteed to last at least three years.
“Oh, that’s not what I meant…”

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WEEKLY #2

Part 1 – main informational article

Book Thief Finally Found and Now Supported by All Town
The police have recently made out the source of many mysterious book thefts around the city. The thief of all the books was sixty-year-old Harry Nolan. He has been arrested and will probably get out of jail in around two weeks. “The court was very generous with him,” police officer William Matthews tells us, “because he admitted what he had done, said he was sorry and agreed to returning all of the books. We also found out that he had stolen the books for a very noble reason.” As Nolan has also told us himself, he “just wanted to give poor children an opportunity to read when they can’t afford buying books or a library card, since books are such a wonderful thing and everyone should be able to read.” He kept the books in a rather small garage in the front yard of his neighbor’s house, who has never questioned those were stolen books, and always encouraged the children to read, he even taught some who struggled a lot at it and couldn’t learn it because they didn’t have anyone else to teach them.
Here are the opinions of some of the children that used to borrow books from this library:
Linda (12 years old) says: “I have always loved reading, but since my parents passed away, I never had the money to afford buying books, and there weren’t any in the orphanage. Mr. Nolan has always been so kind to me, and I really enjoyed reading the books he had recommended. I hope the library will legally reopen soon.”
Jacob (5 years old) says: “Mr. Nolan is teaching reading to me, because my parents always have to work until late. It is a great feeling when he reads a story to me before I go home and I know how some of the words are spelled.”
Charlie (10 years old) says: “I had to buy a book for school, but I could neither bear asking my mom to give me money for it – she’s always so worried about it anyways – nor telling my teacher I didn’t have the book because I was too poor to buy it. But then I found out about Mr. Nolan’s library and he had that book that I needed. I was so glad I could borrow it and actually liked reading it a lot.”
And even the judge of his case, Ava Thorne, thinks of this as an “important and admirable idea” and has asked the city’s government to support the library and launch a donation campaign for it, which they approved of. A glass pavilion, which has been planned to be added to the public library for a long time, will be partially used for this purpose. Louisa Mills, the current manager of the public library, states: “I am glad there are still people like Mr. Nolan in this world, who have a passion for books and want to share it with others. Although we hope there will be no more poverty, of course, I think this initiative will have a huge impact on our future generations.”
Some of the book sellers have decided to let Nolan keep the books he has stolen, because they want to promote the “Library for Poor Children” and belong to the first donators. The books Nolan chose to provide go from classics to modern fantasy novels to brilliant nonfiction books. He explains to us: “Kids can be interested in anything. I don’t want to teach them about brutality or similar, but I want to make as many genres as possible available to them.” The library has already received thousands of dollars for the poor children. Although Nolan has been arrested, he is celebrated not only here, but also in lots of the cities nearby. The children who have already borrowed books from him previously were informed that his library will be closed for some weeks and relocated after. We are sure that he will be missing for the first days and some of the children will not be able to make their usual progress, but when he comes back from jail, he will find himself supported all around. The reason had stolen the books for is, after all, that he was too poor to buy them himself and he wanted to give children a different childhood than his own.
Did this article help you? After informing you about this theft and what great good it brought, we want to encourage you to embrace the education of your child and even though one might not be rich, children can still learn to read and borrow books for free in their very own library. This newspaper is donating to Nolan’s library as well, and we would love to hear a bit from you in the comment section.

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Part 2 – main opinion article

Six Crimson Cranes by Elizabeth Lim – a Review
In the following article, I am going to review the fantasy book “Six Crimson Cranes,” which was written by Elizabeth Lim and published in the year 2021. It is recommended for children from 14 years age and about the princess Shiori’anma, who is cursed by her stepmother, and with her, her brothers are. Because with every word Shiori speaks, one of her brothers, who have been transformed into cranes, shall die. In exile, she’s going on an adventure to save her brothers and needs to rely on the help of a dragon and her betrothed she doesn’t even know.
As for my plain opinion, I’m giving the book a five out of five stars rating. This really has been one of the best books I have read this year, since the plot was hooking and the writing style so easygoing but still beautiful. The romance really made me believe in these “cute boys over bad boys” memes, because Takkan is so loveable and he and Shiori fit together extremely well. I also liked the rather short chapters, and in the end, nothing was as it had seemed.
But now, I’m going to dive deeper into the story. I recommend not reading on if you haven’t read the book, because this part is going to contain a lot of major spoilers.
The very beginning had me hooked already. I love how so much of the plot of this book is so exciting, and even if it isn’t you still want to read it, because you just have fun and want to get to another exciting scene. I also think it’s really impressive how the foreshadowing is done, because in the end, you think – or at least I thought “OK, I’m very surprised, but I could have seen it coming” instead of “What the heck?” If you are reading this although you don’t know the book, Shiori had stayed in the palace of her betrothed and there had been this girl, Zairena, who had seemed very suspicious – and it was true, in the end, but not at all in the way I would have imagined it. I had always wondered what the thing with this umbrella had been and one could have gotten the idea that something was wrong when everyone said Zairena had been so different earlier. The hugest thing for me was this and knowing that Raikama – the “evil stepmother” – had done all this to protect Shiori, and not to work against her. She had known others were after Shiori and sent her away without the ability to speak so that no one would find out about her, so that she would be safe. Although I did wonder about Raikama being so kind to Shiori in her childhood, I wouldn’t have seen this amazing plot twist coming. I really admire Elizabeth Lim for writing like that, and, as a passionate reader and writer, I aspire to write like this, too. And now talking about the love story I have already mentioned, I fell for Takkan so hard – he was so protective and cute and warm to Shiori, they laughed together and I would honestly wish for a romance like that. Every time they got closer, I was so happy and wanted to hug my book and all the characters inside it. I think it’s very good that you can enjoy the plot about the dragon Seryu, without thinking it might become love between him and Shiori, because I strongly assume – or I very much hope, at least – that she is going to end up with Takkan. I enjoyed the character of Seryu, whom Shiori is forced to work with, quite a lot, his wit and sarcasm, the ways they met and the magical connection between him and her. And in the end, I absolutely fell in love with the paper crane, Kiki. It was in a different way from Takkan, of course, but she was always by Shiori’s side and without her, this book’s vibe wouldn’t have been the same. I like that Shiori can communicate with her brothers in the daytime (as Shiori finds out later in the book, they are human at night) through her. This avoids a plot hole very well, in my opinion, and gives Kiki an even bigger purpose.
All in all, “Six Crimson Cranes” has been an awesome read. The sequel to it is called “The Dragon’s Promise” and will be released on this year’s August 30. Although there is a sequel I, of course, haven’t read yet, I would blindly recommend this book to anyone asking, if they love fantasy books with good plot twists and an incredibly cute romance.
What are your thoughts? Have you read “Six Crimson Cranes”? If yes, did you like it? If not, you definitely should. Feel free to chat about it in the comment section!

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Part 3 – column

Advice on a Question We’ve Been Asked
@28jinj asked: My drawing came to life, what should I do about it?
Since I do not know how big this drawing of yours is, nor what it shows and in what precise way it has come to life, I cannot give my best of advice, but I can still give you some tips on how to solve this problem most of the time. First of all, you should know: Don’t panic. Panicking will not help you in any way and possibly drive your picture even more crazy, so this is the thing you should avoid at all costs. You should also pay attention that all your windows et cetera are closed when you leave your drawing unattended, so that it cannot get out of your room. If you don’t, it could get out, and I can assure you, you wouldn’t get it back easily and it would probably cause a lot of trouble for the people encountering it. Now, here is a tip on how to get it back to normal: Recolor the picture’s shapes, optimally with new pens. This will force the old colors to connect with the new ones and might make the shading even better while you are doing that. Like that, you can turn it back into a usual drawing for some time, or at least lower its aggressivity – if it has been attacking you or similar for the past days. You can also retrace it or even talk to it a bit – it has come to life, so it might be able to understand you, and if you do this, it will listen to your purpose. Tell it that you love it and maybe you can frame it nicely, so that it will know that you want only the best for it, but it has to be quiet, so you can treat it well and it won’t trouble you or others. A last possibility – although one you might not approve of – is simply destroying the drawing. If you weren’t really content with it and don’t want to keep it, you can just try and “kill” it. I hope you will not cope with it that way, but if it has to be, I recommend for example setting it on fire or keeping it under water so long that it will not be able to form a living system and not function as a paper anymore. You definitely should not tear it up, because you might end up having four living drawings disturbing you.
I personally would use one of the first two techniques and frame it as once mentioned above or lock it away, so that the picture will not be able to jump around your room and keep you from sleeping at night.
I hope this advice helped you and I would be glad to hear from you whether it did. To all of you out there, if you need any counselling, our team will be happy to help you. Just send a mail to swc-times@email.com and we will answer your questions.
Yours, Greta

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Part 4 – other

Your Daily Horoscope for July Sixteenth
Aries: Today, you might struggle and feel stressed, because some big decisions lay ahead of you. However, just focus on your instincts and gut feeling, and you will choose well.
Taurus: Your loyalty might find some disruption today. After all, you can’t trust everyone. Be aware of your surroundings and don’t blindly believe everybody.
Gemini: It’s your lucky day! You couldn’t feel better and everything will go the way you want it to. Don’t be too reckless, though, or your luck might change.
Cancer: You feel a sudden flash of inspiration and passion and want to do things straight away. While not everyone might acknowledge that, don’t hesitate to do what you love.
Leo: You might face difficulties bonding with new people today, but you can even more rely on your good friends. Trust that they are there for you and you will feel better.
Virgo: Considering the way the moon stands, you’re ready for love! Maybe not everything has been great for the past weeks, but there are chances for a long-term relationship now!
Libra: You always want to keep equality, but you can’t control how things will go today. Everyone needs help sometimes, so don’t be afraid to ask others to support you.
Scorpio: It’s said that you have been on a streak of luck and happiness for the past days. But today is the day that will break this streak. Yet you can turn this day into a lesson, if you keep an optimistic view and learn from your mistakes.
Sagittarius: You need to keep focus, for some things or people might want to distract you of the important aspects in life. But as the strong person you are, you will be able to master this challenge.
Capricorn: You got it all figured out for today, you can work and criticize things well. Try and give the day a purpose, because you don’t know how long it will stay that way.
Pisces: You might feel detached from your goals, feelings and the people you are close to. Take some time for yourself and then you can reconnect.

(Note: these are all completely made up)

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July 2 daily
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I am Adelaide Maguire. I’m seven years old, and I can see ghosts.
The ghosts mostly look like normal people, except they’re not all the way here, and when I ask other people about them, no one else can see them. Unless they can, but they just pretend not to. I pretend not to now. Because when I said something about them no one else knew what I was talking about, and then they got all weird. They think I’m making it up, I think. Or else they just get all confused and weird. Like when I asked why are some people kind of see-through but we aren’t. They didn’t understand, so I pointed at the see-through man looking down at us from a fire escape. “Like him.”
“Like who?”
“That guy up there.”
My dad looked where I was pointing, then stared back at me. “Honey… there’s no one there.”
I think I was like four then. I’ve always been able to see them, for as long as I can remember. But I didn’t know they were ghosts. I didn’t know about ghosts when I was little. But now I know about them. Only they aren’t scary really, like in stories. Mostly they seem sad. They mostly don’t talk. I think they don’t know I can see them. Except my Gramma, she talks to me all the time. She got really old so she lived with us when I was a baby. Then when I was six she died. But then soon I saw her again! She seemed surprised that I could see her, but now she’s used to it and she’s still my best friend. And she’s even more fun for some things now, because I can take her to school and the teachers don’t even know. Except I can’t talk to her in class or else the teacher will get mad. And Gramma won’t give me the answers in school ‘cause she says that’s cheating. I wish she was still alive though, because my parents were so sad, and they can’t see her.
That’s how I know these people are ghosts, because ghosts are dead people. Maybe that’s why they are all so sad. When people die, people get sad, and I guess the people who died get sad too. It’s sad that they’re sad. It makes me a little sad. But lots of people are sad about lots of things, anyway. Like, I’m sad when my parents say I can’t get a kitten. I’d like to cheer the ghosts up, but most of them don’t want to talk. So I just leave them alone, mostly, and they leave me alone. And I don’t tell anyone I see them anymore. Because they never believe me, and if they did, they might be scared. But they shouldn’t be scared, because ghosts are just people, just they’re people who aren’t alive anymore.

July 2 Daily: 604 words
One day on a Thursday afternoon I was walking out to the mailbox to get the mail and I saw a letter addressed to me. I was not expecting this because I rarely get any mail. I went inside and ripped it open and it read, Dear PuppyLove, We are inviting you to start training and join the Rebellion. Please respond as soon as possible. If you are, please go to the space station #16 at 2:00 pm Saturday. When I read this I was so excited. I waited for my parents to get home to ask them about it. Then finally at dinner time I was ready to ask them. “So, I got this letter in the mail asking me if I can train and join the Rebellion,” I said. “What do you do?” Dad asks. “Well, you’re on a team on the good side trying to stop the Galactic Empire from taking over the galaxy. You will fight the Galactic Empire and other people on his team.” I told my parents. “I think you should do it! It sounds fun!” Mom said. I wrote a letter back to them saying that I will go. So, when Saturday came we went to space station #16 and gave my parents a hug. “See you at Christmas! Bye!” I said and then went into the ship with everything I needed. “Hello passengers, and welcome to the Millenium Falcon,” Captain Han said. “The ride will be about 2 hours please feel free to explore, change into your uniform, or start reading your study books. Have a great ride!”. Two hours had passed and we started to land. Someone else entered the ship and said “Hello, I am Rey and I will be one of your teachers. Everybody follow me to the Training Hall.” Everybody went out and followed. We got there and saw tons of other people standing in lines. “Greetings everybody, I am Leia and the owner of this school. At this school you will be learning to fight, defend yourself, learn to use the force, survive. You will also be split up into different teachers. That will be your main teacher and you will always go to that class at the beginning and end of the day. You now may all come up and get some food to eat for dinner.” After dinner we all split up evenly into four different teachers and I got Luke Skywalker. We all followed him to the pod. The pod is where all or some of the classes can meet and do activities, on the sides there are four rooms where we go and do things just with our class. On the other side of the hallway is where we do our main classes. In the middle of the hallway there are two other hallways going right and left coming from our class side. In the left hallway is the hallway to the rest of the school and to the right is a little hallway where there are study rooms and small group rooms. In our room there were floating desks and chairs. Everything else around the rooms was normal except we had a door that led to the sleeping room with mini circle shapes rooms with a bed and a box for storage. In the middle of the room there was a couch with a fireplace and shelves with games and books “Everybody, it is now time to go to sleep. Your first class is The Force class at 9:00. I hope you all get a good night's sleep.” Luke said.

Dailies
1 - ✔ (Introduction)
2 - ✔ (Magic 8 Ball)
3 - X
4 - ✔ (Vague + Ambiguity)
5 - ✔ (Proverb)
6 - ✔ (Horoscope)
7 - Word wars!
8 - X
9 - Cabin wars!
10 - ✔ (Wordle)
11 - ✔ (Emotions)
12 - ✔ (Personality Quiz)
13 - ✔ (Map)
14 - ✔ (Sleep Habits)
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24 - X (dang i need to step up my daily game … )
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Start:

Begin a story anyway you like – 130 words

Once upon a time there was a bowl of soup. But not just any bowl of soup, a poisoned bowl of soup. But we don’t know that yet. Priscilla Cameross walks purposefully into her office, every stride in perfect sync with the next. Her lips pursed as if incredibly annoyed, but in actuality, this was just her normal face. Plopping, no, gracefully descending onto her stiff, uncomfortable, but somehow still expensive chair, she daintily takes hold of a petite spoon and takes a sip of her daily Cosmopolitan’s Cordyceps Soup. She then proceeds to feel funny, realizing she forgot to run the daily poison checks, she rings the bell for a medic right before collapsing to the ground. Just an average day for the most hated person in the world.

Dining Hall:

Five minutes in dystopian/sci-fi/thriller - 116 words

As the sun sets, the ground shakes, indicating the start of a new wave. All over Earth, people stay hidden, shushing their babies and boarding up the windows. All the people could do was hope they weren’t next. An army of the undead trickle into the streets, thirsty for blood. Their silent footsteps patter through the streets, searching for their next victims.

Three friends, Noel, Tommy and Brie had enough. They decided right then and there that they couldn’t take it anymore, and they had to put a stop to the madness. Although no one had ever carried out a successful assassination on the president, what choice did they have? They had to at least try.

Battlegrounds:

200 words about revenge – 308 words

“Stop! Why are you doing this?” Noel demanded, stepping directly in front of the pistol.

“Get out of the way!” Brie whisper-yells, not wanting to be caught.

“Whoa what’s going on here?” A worker at the office asked, walking into the room. He glanced around, his eyes fell on the firearm and he froze. His eyes widened with shock.

“Help me stop her! She's not the one we were supposed to murder! I thought we made that very clear from the very beginning! “Noel said through clenched teeth, continuing to position herself in front of the moving pistol, occasionally making a futile attempt to grab it. Tommy steps forward and grabbed Brie’s wrist. He now saw that she was shaking.

“Put the gun down, please.” He said, calmly.

“No.” Brie replied simply, and with that, she quickly ducked to the side, Noel, attempting to block her, tried to jump in front, but is too late. Brie fired the gun through the window and into the back of Talia Sanchez, one of Priscilla’s most trusted associates and friends. Shouts were heard through the window, one security guard pointed a finger at the trio. Brie took off running, quickly followed by Tommy and Noel. Gunfire followed, one bullet tagged Tommy on the shoulder and he fell over in pain, only to be shot again, again and again. Brie looked back in horror, filled with instant regret from her petty revenge. What had it all cost? She paused at the sight of Tommy’s body and was paralyzed with fear. Noel grabbed her arm, urging her to run but it was too late. Bullets from the semiautomatics pierced her body and she let out a shriek. Now running as fast as she can, Noel felt tears rushing to her eyes as her best friends lied on the ground, the color disappearing from their faces.

Rec Room:

200 words where character is transported to another world – 260 words

Priscilla Cameross briskly walks to her office. Straightening her tie, and fixing her glasses, she prepares to enter the elevator to the top floor. While in the elevator, she stands tall and stiff as a board, arms wrapped around her precious binder like it was a newborn child. As the elevator continues to glide upward, Priscilla begins to get increasingly worried. Usually, the elevator ride took 57.8 seconds, but a minute had already passed. Before she had even registered what was going on, she heard a soft thump, felt a needle in her arm and fell unconscious to the floor.

The room she woke up in felt surreal. Priscilla looked down at her hands to check if she was dreaming, but other than the fuzziness of her vision, they looked fine. She slapped herself in the face as another reality check, and it stung just like normal. Priscilla took a minute to survey her surroundings. It looked just like her office building, the place she had worked at for so many years that she knew everything’s location by heart. The first thing that caught her attention was the emptiness of the building. Usually there was at least two to three people working after hours but now there was not a soul in sight. Carefully walking down, the stairs (too scared to take the elevator), she exited the building. Outside, the streets were almost identical to the ones she had walked every day for the last 10 years of her life. This was no dream; she was sure of it now.

Photography Room

250 words with nostalgia – 289 words

Noel sat on the floor of her house, reminiscing of the memories she had shared with her friends. They had known each other even before the apocalypse, when children could walk in the streets. Where they would talk about their future plans together. She had wanted to become an engineer, Tommy wanted to pursue art and Brie was interested in literature and teaching. Before, the most of their worries were if they would be able to follow their desirable futures, now they were fighting just to have one.

She kept replaying one particular memory, that one fateful day in November, when the apocalypse was first announced. Tommy and Brie were on a voice call with her and they were playing a co-op zombie shooter game. Pretty Ironic, she thought to herself.

“They’re on me! Help!” She yelled into her mic.

“Ok, ok, we’re here.” Tommy had replied.

Right as her health bar descended to 10 HP, Tommy and Brie swooped in to help finish off the rest of the zombie horde. They had all cheered that day, victorious in beating the level.

After the apocalypse had started, even though it was hard, they kept in contact. The last three months weren’t easy, all of their parents and many of their friends had perished in battle, they had seen enough terrible things to last ten lifetimes, but through it all, they had each other.

The alarm blares, warning the world to get ready for sunset. Still drifting off into daydreams, Noel goes on autopilot as she follows the same procedure she had for the last three months- check the window boards, lock the door, hide, try to stay awake for as long as possible, but wake up the next day.

Aviary

5 minutes with flock of birds - 143 words

Noel wakes up to the burning sunlight. Crawling out of the small cupboard she hid in; she gets ready for a new day. Cautiously walking outside, she takes in her surroundings. An orange aura fills the streets, the pavement is cracked and yellow weeds have taken over. A strange chirping fills the air, and Noel looks in horror at the pack of crows hungrily feasting on flesh. Another sacrifice had taken place on her street. She didn’t recognize the corpse, but then again, it was so mutilated that no one could. Forcing her eyes away from the corpse, she goes back into her house. Moments later, she appears with a shotgun, and fires at the crows. They disperse faster than she would have liked, but one unlucky crow lies on the ground with a hole in its wing. A decent breakfast for once.

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Match field

8 minutes main character dies?!?! - 313 words

As night fell once more, Noel Williams made the most important decision of her life- she was going to finish her time machine. It was a project she had been working on for the last few years, and now during the apocalypse she needed it more than ever. Although it was almost done, it had never been tested, and it needed something Noel didn’t have- a bone from the undead. The element they were made out of was the only thing discovered capable of reversing time, which was exactly how the dead became undead. Maybe, just maybe, if she could go back in time to kill the president, none of this would ever have happened. Her family, friends, everyone would be restored.

While the rest of the world hid in their homes, Noel snuck out into the streets. The first of the undead army approached her in a matter of minutes. It had no weapon but its pointed teeth and sharp claws were weapon enough. As it slowly ambled toward her, she felt her heart beat quicken. She broke out in a cold sweat but managed to load and fire the shotgun directly at the creature’s head. It stumbled, and fell to the ground. That was a lot easier than she expected. Noel bends down to pry a bone from the dead undead, but just as she does, she feels something cold and sharp on her leg, grasping the bone and whipping around, she sees at least a dozen more undead behind her, all with wicked grins on their faces, licking their lips. Noel kicks and punches the mob of undead but she knows this is the end. As cold teeth sink their way into her skin, she uses her free arm to grab the knife from her utility belt and stabs herself in the heart. She would rather die than join them.

Workshops

300 words character from character’s favorite fandom – 303 words

The city simply known as “Q” is the only one not ravaged by President Cameross’s army. Although they are few in numbers, only the top fighters make it there. One day, a scout returns back, soldiers welcome him in. He tells them of a girl who built a time machine and died the night before, clutching the last ingredient needed to start it, however, they didn’t know if it worked or how much power it had. The city agreed to send their best fighter to go back in time to prevent Priscilla from beginning the apocalypse at all costs. It was unanimously agreed that Julia, renowned fighter and highly skilled marksman would be the person to go.

“Wait a second. Is that… Black Widow?” Julia said, just as she was about to embark on the most dangerous mission known to mankind. She squints into the distance at the dusty wasteland outside of the city. A figure with red hair wearing black was getting closer and closer.

Indeed, approaching the gates, was Natasha Romanoff, Aka, Black Widow.

“Oh my gosh, I’m such a big fan!” Julia says, putting her hand on her mouth in shock. The rest of the city stared in disbelief. Was this really the person they were going to trust with their lives?

As Black Widow walked closer, they could see the scars and blood on her face. They could also see that she was limping. Soldiers and medics quickly rushed forward to get her into the infirmary.

Right then, a single crow, desperate for food, started diving down to attack Black Widow. In the blink of an eye, Julia had her shotgun out and shot it down before anyone could say a word. The people’s fears immediately vanished. If there was anyone who could pull this off, it was her.

Bulletin Board

3 people 3 words each for 10 minutes - 388 words

Words: Metamorphisis, Delirium, Centrifuge, Curtain, Minutes, Rack, Jungle, Terror, Birthday

Julia crossed through the overgrown jungle lying between the city and the time machine. After a few minutes of dancing around slugs and swatting mosquitoes, Julia finally made it to the other side. Glancing at the map given to her by the scout, she continued forward into the suburban streets. Upon reaching her destination, she looked around in delirium. The last time she had been here was before the apocalypse, now she could hardly recognize it. After prying the bone from Noel’s body, she entered the house. The door was lock and she ended up having to break the boards, tear through the curtains and enter by window. Inside was just as gloomy as most other houses. The time machine was nowhere to be found. It was only when Julia opened a closet and removed the clothing rack could she see a staircase leading down to a basement. She cautiously ventured down the stairs, making observation of everything in sight. A calendar with a big red circle around one of the dates led her to believe it was either Noel’s birthday, or something more important to the rest of the world. She kept a mental note of the date. It was very clear what the time machine was, it looked like a giant fridge, attached to little bits and bobs. At least two dozen sheets of paper revealed the research done by the brilliant engineer, but Julia had no time to read it. The sun was setting soon, and with the smashed in window, Noel’s house would be a likely target. Following the instructions helpfully placed on the nearby wall, Julia grounded the bone into powder and inserted it into the machine. It whirred to life with a bulb flickering on, indicating power. After stepping inside, she flipped a switch, chose a time three years before the apocalypse and felt like she was spinning in a giant centrifuge. It felt like she was in a constant state of metamorphosis, her form bending and twisting in ways she didn’t even know was possible. She stepped out in the same place she had stepped in, only it was 3 years earlier. Outside it was so beautiful and breathtaking that she almost forgot to breathe. But somehow, knowing what the world would become filled her with a looming sense of terror.

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Throne Room

Breaking the 4th wall for 300 words – 315 words

Julia, now three years in the past, searches for President Cameross, hoping to reason with her in a diplomatic fashion. She comes to the conclusion that it would be more effective if Priscilla went with her to the future. But first, she looks at you from her communicator and says: “The time machine works, I’m going to try and get her into the future to persuade of what she will create, if she refuses to listen, I will be forced to go to more extreme measures.”

She then walks away and into the infamous office building, home to the president. Julia needs to do some quick thinking, if she wants to get Priscilla into the time machine, it has to go unnoticed or she could get into serious trouble with the past authorities. She decides to abduct Priscilla in the elevator, since it was pretty much the only place she could be caught alone.

After using a simple drug and escaping from the roof, she puts Priscilla’s unconscious body into the time machine. It begins to whir and moments later, Priscilla’s body disappears. Julia follows directly after, but by the time she pops out in the future, Priscilla is gone. It seems that she ran outside.

After exiting the building, Julia spots Priscilla staring in horror at the wasteland in front of her eyes. The younger Priscilla does not seem so different from the one all of Earth knows today, with the same black glasses, tight bun and stiff posture. Julia puts her hand on her gun, just in case, clears her throat and says:

“You are Priscilla Cameross, correct?”

Priscilla replies in an even tone. “Yes, what is this place?”

“The future, three years from now.”

“Why are you here?”

“To stop you from creating this.”

Priscilla turns around to face Julia, slightly taken aback by her rugged, scarred appearance.

“What have I done?”

Daily Team Room

15 minutes writing in lines – 91 words

After sitting down over a cup of tea

Julia explains the horror of what is about to be

The president likes the outcome of her conquests

But pretends to yield and says she won’t continue

Little does she know, a highly advanced lie detector

Follows her exact movements, frantically beeping bright red

Julia grabs her gun and before her opponent can react

Fires a single bullet that will save millions of lives

Priscilla falls to the sandy ground, limp and cold

Julia stands in shock – was it really that easy?

Ending


500 words, good ending! - 532 words

Julia took one more glance at the past, its vibrant colors and clean atmosphere made it seem like a utopia. With a deep breath she prepared herself for re-entering the future. Her heart raced, the whole journey through time as endless possibilities flooded her mind, what if she returned to an even more broken world? She doubted that was even possible. Upon her return, she was greeted by a much more well-furnished basement, she could hear distant laughter of children. Slowly, she marveled at her surroundings, allowing herself to smile for the first time in 3 months. The calendar with the circled date was gone, and she left the basement she realized it was sunset. Sunset.

She felt the urge to run and hide, to shut all the windows and warn others but stopped herself. The alarm she had grown so accustomed to was gone. A familiar face, Noel Williams appeared in the door frame. The same face she had seen lying on the street, cold and dead, was now more alive than ever. While Julia wanted to embrace Noel, Noel had a different expression. She screamed.

“WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?!”

It was then that Julia realized, Noel had no idea who she was or about the past future.

“Okay, this may come as a bit of a shock, but, before this future there was another one where this evil president somehow raised an undead army to terrorize the streets and became the ruler of Earth. And then you built this time machine to stop her, but died, so I went through the time machine and killed her and now we’re here.” Julia quickly explained.

“Hold on, I died? Let’s slow down, tell me the whole story, in complete detail.”

And that’s exactly was Julia did, describing the apocalypse and how it came to an end sparing no detail.

“And my friends, Tommy and Brie, they died too? Because Brie wanted to kill Talia Sanchez? And who is Talia Sanchez anyway? I’ve gotta talk to her about this.” Slightly shockingly, Noel trusted Julia completely and never doubted a word she said.

Noel even offered to let Julia stay for the night.

After Brie finally picked up the phone, Noel began to question her. “Who is Talia Sanchez?”

“What? How do you know that name?”

“Who is that?”

“My… my mother.”

“Wait you’re serious? You sure you haven’t been watching too many dramas lately. Didn’t your mother (may she rest in peace) die in a car accident?”

“Well, it's complicated…”

After a few more hours of interrogation, it was revealed that Brie’s mother had faked her death in order to ditch her family. Brie had accidentally stumbled on the fact and was trying to exact revenge ever since.

“Well, this girl from the future just told me that when you tried to get revenge, you ended up getting shot and killed. So… maybe put those revenge plans on hold?”

“Okay, fine. I guess it doesn’t really benefit me much to get revenge, it just hurts her.” Brie laughs, but mostly out of exhaustion. “This was a pretty crazy night. I sure am glad that I’m alive though.”











PATHS TAKEN: 1-3, 5-1, 4-3, 81-1, 6-2, 9-4, 102-1, 3-3, 2-1, 7-4 | SABOTAGE RESULTS: 2- S;8- S;1- S;5- F, 6- S;9- S;4- F, 7- S;3- S | ENDING: good\

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Main Cabin Daily 7/2
401 words

Question: Is Australia real?
Answer: My reply is no

The voice crackles through the gate. “Now boarding, first class, Flight 24601 to Australia.”
Not to anyone’s surprise, of course, most of the occupied seats remain so. Some men with suits and briefcases mutter as they make their way to the line. One open passport drops to the patterned carpet and the holder curses as his carefully ironed pants tolerate a crouch. A large suitcase brushes my ankle and I look back, but its owner doesn’t acknowledge me. Such is the experience of first class.
The man at the desk checks my passport and gives me a scrutinizing look that I can tell he means to hide. I don’t match the usual swanky businessman type he sees paying a boatload of money for comfort and actual leg room, I suppose. But he lets me through and I make my way down the ramp onto the plane. The wheels on my luggage scream against the bumpy metal below us.
The flight is normal; normal for everyone else, at least. But for each of those sixteen hours I keep my eyes pointed directly at the window. It’s quite painful, to be perfectly honest with you. Simply waiting for us to fly into the void.
Oh! Am I going too fast? Apologies, dear Australist. I haven’t explained. You must be feeling like you missed something. In fact, you did. Very sorry, my friend. I’ll start from the beginning.
The families expecting vacation, with their too-loud children and their frantic attempts to entertain them; the businesspeople expecting deals or money or power, with the watches that their eyes dart up and down from; the random passengers all too excited to be seeing an old friend. None of them know it yet. None of them know what I know.
There are no vacations in Australia. There are no companies or deals or powerful positions in Australia. There are very certainly no friends in Australia. There is, in fact, no Australia in Australia. There is nothing. Empty space with leftover Cheeto crumbs and shards of glass. But no Australia. How ignorant of them all. But I mean to prove it, and I mean to get out of the nothingness they know as Australia. I have not yet figured out my plan for doing that.
And since I’m looking out the window so hard, I can pinpoint the exact moment the sky disappears and the lights go black.

･ ｡ﾟ : * . ☽ . * : ｡ﾟ･ july 2nd daily ･ ｡ﾟ : * . ☽ . * : ｡ﾟ･

☆ 1323 words || 600 points ☆

|| “Should I follow the path of greatness?” “My reply is yes.”
“Will this be the right decision?” “Better not tell you now…”

Laurel wiped beads of sweat off her forehead, her eyes narrowing in concentration. One last spell.. then she would win. The town would be safe from the Hunters, and Laurel would be the hero, praised for her work.

“Laurel, grab my hand!” Laurel turned, and let out a soft sigh. She wouldn’t take all the credit. The final spell had to be performed with a spell circle made with four enchanters, not one. Laurel had no choice but to put up with her peers, Sofie, Brendon, and Vera; both their overly friendly attitudes and their insistence to work as a team made Laurel feel sick to her stomach.

Laurel swallowed, then pulled her violet cloak tighter around herself and reluctantly held out her hand. Sofie, a short girl with a mop of curly dark hair, held out her hand, giving Laurel a soft smile. Laurel quickly grabbed hold. The sooner she did, the sooner the spell would be over, and the sooner she would get her glory..

The four enchanters began chanting, and Time began to slow around them. Time Magic was one of the most dangerous branches of magic: if any of them let go now, they would risk being stuck in time, forced to live through the same moments forever. However, attempting it was sure to bring all of them fame, especially Laurel, as she was the one who drew the complex spell circle.

Laurel hesitantly let go of Sofie’s hand, making sure to hold on to Brendon with her other hand. She raised her palm, conjuring her staff, and began chanting the spell to erase the Hunters’ memories.

A thrill rushed through Laurel. The Hunters had been fools to attack a village protected by such a powerful enchantress! However, her joy was short lived. The others were backing her up! She glared back at them, but they didn’t seem to notice. She didn’t need them interfering! She was doing fine on her own!

Sofie caught Laurel’s eye. She waved her free hand, and Laurel realized her chanting had stopped. Hastily she continued, finishing up the spell and watching the Hunters’ eyes go blank.

To Laurel’s horror, Sofie pumped her hands in the air and gave Laurel a double thumbs up. Realization dawned on the poor girl, but much too late. Sofie’s bouncy curls stilled and her cloak began to stiffen. The three enchanters watched in shock as Sofie’s terrified expression began to freeze, and her eyes rolled back into her head. An invisible force began pulling her backwards, her heels dragging across the floor and causing a terrible screech.

“GRAB HER HAND!!” Brendon screeched, breaking the trance. Laurel stood still as Vera desperately reached for Sofie’s hand.

Vera’s brow was coated with sweat. “I- I can’t reach her!” The three exchanged glances, realizing the only way any of them could bring Sofie back was for to let go, putting their own sanities in danger.

Heart pounding, Laurel knew what she had to do. Quickly she let go of Brendon’s hand, causing him to yelp.

Laurel’s vision began to blur. Memories blasted through her brain: her initiation ceremony, her graduation as a full enchantress. Every magical contest she had won. Her mentor’s shining eyes. His final breath. She felt herself pause, her legs beginning to stiffen, as she became overwhelmed with emotion.

No. I have to get Sofie. I have to be a hero. I need to go back! Laurel stretched out her fingertips, closing them around Sofie’s frozen thumb. She pushed against Time, struggling back and grabbing hold of Brendon’s hand once more.

Laurel heard a faint cheer and saw a soft golden glow, then the world went black.

…

The next thing she knew, Laurel heard a soft humming sound. Groggily, she blinked open her eyes. She was in a bed in a small cabin room, surrounded by a large glowing spell circle. The Infirmary.. She turned her head to find Sofie awaking in a similar bed. Through the window she could see the outlines of two figures, hunched over in conversation. Brendon and Vera.

A healer pushed open the door, blinking in relief when she glanced at Laurel. She turned to Laurel’s classmates and spoke, “They’re awake now.”

Brendon and Vera rushed in, excitedly approaching Sofie and Laurel. “You’re alive!”

“Of course we are! It was just a little trip through time, I don’t see what the big deal is..” Laurel scoffed, earning laughs from the others.

Sofie turned to Laurel, sitting up in her bed. “I can’t thank you enough, Laurel. Without you, I would have been stuck there, forever..” Her eyes began to well up.

“Yeah, that’s right, I saved you!” Laurel smirked at Sofie. “You owe me one, Sofie..”

A healer cracked the door open. “There’s someone here to see you. We can send them away if you two are not ready yet.”

Laurel perked up. “No, send them in now!” This could be anyone! A villager thanking Laurel for saving their town, an advanced enchanter telling her how heroic her deeds were!

But the crinkly old woman who entered was no villager or enchantress. Laurel felt the others stiffen, and her own heart pounded. This woman wore the black robes of a Queen’s Mage.

The woman spoke. “Good evening. I have come on behalf of the queen. She has heard of your adventure and wishes to know which of you four initiated the Time Spell today.”

“It- it was me, miss,” Laurel instantly said, feeling the others’ gazes on her. “I’m Laurel Clark.”

The Queen’s Mage turned to her. “You. You are the prodigious enchantress that the Queen wants.” Laurel’s eyes widened, and the Mage continued, “You will be taken away from your friends and family, and become right hand to Her Majesty. Your loyalty must be undivided, and your training will become much more difficult as you transition to higher levels of magic. Your status in our community will be second only to the queen, and you will be gifted immortality.

“Do you accept these terms?”

Eyes glowing, Laurel turned to the others, and was surprised to see horror on their faces. With a jolt, she realized that these other enchanters had grown to care for her. If she accepted this invitation, she would never see them again.

Looking at these people who thought they were her friends, Laurel knew her decision was simple. “I accept your invitation!” Laurel turned her back on her friends’ shocked faces and stood up, hurrying toward the Mage.

“Excellent.” The woman exited the building, and Laurel turned to follow, pausing to turn back to the others, trying to find words to explain her decision to them. This was such a huge opportunity for her..

Laurel turned to Sofie. “I wish you good healing.” She left the infirmary, and her fellow enchanters, behind.

…

A while later…

Laurel stood in the Queen’s court, standing at the front of the line. She straightened her black cloak and her pointed Mage’s hat and stood with pride as the Queen entered the court, inspecting all the Mages one by one. The Queen held Laurel’s gaze for a moment, then addressed the crowd.

“Today is an important day for all of us,” The Queen spoke in a cold, regal voice. “The villages have been rebelling. I want you to destroy them. That is all.” She began listing the villages to destroy, and Laurel felt her heart sink to her stomach. My village!

Her first loyalty was supposed to be to the Queen, but she’d never imagined she’d have to destroy her own village! Laurel remembered her days of saving people from the Hunters with Sofie, Vera, and Brendon.. Now I’m on the wrong side, destroying villages alone.. What was she supposed to do now?

I need to decide where my loyalties lie.

Glosstea’s SWC page.

Total word count: 2116
Word goal: 5000

1/7: 301
2/7: 685
3/7: 325
4/7: 416
5/7 389

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1/7/2022

“Grief and confusion”

TW: depressing stuff

Is it really bad to be grieving when all of your family and friends think you are still happy and healthy? They assume that you're having a great day when really, you want to die. Usually wait I feel very, very down, I feel like I’m drowning. It’s like a huge wave of overwhelming feelings and things that you cannot handle at once. It’s like things piling over you making it hard for you to move or breathe, making you sink down to the bottom of the ocean.

But this time, it felt different. I didn’t feel like I was drowning, it felt like I was withering. I feel so numb, like, I don’t feel a single thing. But then, at the same time, I feel everything. Hmmm, how do I explain it? Let’s just say that I am still drowning, like how I usually feel when I’m depressed. But instead of trying to swim back up to the surface, I don’t do anything. I am still drowning, still slowly sinking, but then I’m not because it’s just an empty shell of me. The real me is already gone, and I don’t know where it went, in other words, I don’t know where I am.

Some people say, when you lose someone, you go through five steps of grieving. denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. Some other people say that they’re nonsense and that grief never happens in clear steps and is messy like a bunch of long hair knotted together. I don’t know, but if you really do go through 5 different stages, I’m definitely still in stage 1. I keep thinking that it’s only a prank, a dream, a rumour, an Illusion. Even when my logic tells me that no matter how many times we spam “#TechnobladeNeverDies”

He is dead.

2/7/2022

“Feathers” (This is a temporary name, the official is has not been decided yet)

I shove my backpack aside and sink into my beanbag, it's been a long day at school and I have barely any motivation to do my homework. I glance outside my window, the sky is a beautiful shade of blue raspberry bubblegum, so soft, yet vibrant. I would go outside for a strode on a day like this, but my collapsed body just won't move from my beanbag.

I reach over to get my notebook and a pencil, flip it open to a brand new page. I stare blankly into my book, usually, I come home, doodle in my book or make some bullet journal, or just write a short piece of diary. But today I wanted to do something different; when I bought the notebook at the store, I promised myself to do something special, something new that makes me deserve to own such a beautiful book. The cover feels so perfect, a quote printed in wavy text in Keep on Truckin' font, somehow so depressing but calming at the same time.

I feel so obsessed with aesthetic objects, like I get attracted to them, not romantically because that would be weird. It's more like getting pulled towards it and it's like you're leaning into a mirror and instead of hitting the hard surface, you fall right through it and completely drown in its world. They always take my breath away and sometimes they make me feel like I'm going to pass out, and when I do I almost want to pass out because a small part of me seems to believe that if I faint I would be able to go into the world.
Haha, funny.

I get depressed sometimes because I realize I might never be able to be in the places in the ultimate aesthetics I see on pinterest, it just simply makes me sad as if I lost something.
I find myself daydreaming about being in a huge wildflower meadow in vaporware coloured sunsets, or skateboarding in the middle of an empty road in a permanent sunset that is so purple it dazzles my eyes, yet I cannot take my eyes off them.
Oh yeah, another thing you should probably know about me is that I often drown in my own thoughts and that I definitely overuse the word drown because that's basically what happens to me every day.

Eventually, I come to the decision that I will start a novel today, it doesn't have to be a novel, and it probably won't be because I am a procrastinator. I used to try to deny the fact that I always have little to no motivation to finish anything by setting out a timetable for myself and trying to complete it every day.
Well obviously I failed every single time so I just gave up. I always give up, but I mean at least this time I will try not to. I clear away the random thoughts spattering onto me like a million water droplets so I can picture the start and settings of my new story.

Maybe not being able to focus due to way too many random thoughts is the main reason I give up all the time.
She lives in a small bedroom, A small, bare bedroom. There's one single bed, a wooden desk, a small bookshelf, a cabinet, and a window. And for those wondering, yes, of course, there is a door. It wasn't a very colourful room either. The books on the bookshelf are literally the only things in the room with saturated colours. Even the view outside isn't saturated, just grey skies and grey buildings.

I open my eyes, there, that’s a decent setting to start with. I personally would hate to live in that room. I don’t really like minimalist aesthetic anymore, I still think they’re pretty but I’m not as pulled to it, similar to those weak magnets small kids play with that always fell apart. I used to love the simplicity and clean, neat feeling of them but now it’s just bleh. Honestly it’s not my fault that this happened, you see…

Cliff hanger bahaha

3/7/22

“mirror” this was meant to be a daily but I was a bit late to submitting it

I stared at my clone in the mirror and they stared back. What an obnoxious, ugly, useless and rude idiot. I thought to myself. “well that’s not a very nice thing to say” My mirror clone said to be calmly with a small smile. I paused, waves of mixed emotions crashed against the walls of my head. “I- don’t care,” I said stupidly at my reflection. My reflection’s eyes looked kind, sweet, and sad. Maybe I’m not THAT rude to other people, I thought as countless memories flooded back to me. Letting my classmates borrow my belongings, sending my friend a copy of my homework after she told me that she lost hers, helping the little kid on his scooter find his mother, maybe I’m a little nicer than I thought. I looked closely at the face staring back at me. The acne on my forehead was almost completely gone, and to my surprise, my eyes looked way bigger than I remember. I was always the one complimenting other people’s looks, and I never believed my friends when they told me I was pretty, I just assumed that they were just being nice because I complimented them first. So maybe I’m not as ugly as I remembered after all. My clone stood in a small bedroom full of sketches and paintings. The art on her wall looked beautiful. I turned around to look at my wall, covered in paper and canvases. Somehow after seeing them in the mirror first, they looked… better? (this actually happens to me) the lines no longer look so crooked, the colours no longer look dull and unmatching, and the hand… looks like an actual hand! perhaps I’m a bit more useful than I thought! I smiled a very small smile at my reflection and she smiled back with a big sweet smile. Guess I’m happier than I thought, I’m still kinda obnoxious though, but I can worry about that later.

4/7
“feathers” CONTINUING FROM 2/7

You see, my parents always make me “tidy” my room even when it is perfectly organized. I would place things that make the room look slightly messy on purpose for the aesthetics. For example placing my books diagonally on my shelves, putting my special pen on top of my notebook instead of in my pen holder or drawer or having a bunch of pillows, cushions and plushies scattered on the ground around my beanbag. I would also often leave things outside of their containers to make my bedroom look a bit less empty. My mom hates it when things are not parallel with each other, funny because she sucks at geometry. I slowly started to think that anything extremely neat and tidy is my enemy, and now every time my room is too “parallel” it just makes me feel uncomfortable and insecure.

I slam my notebook shut loudly, I don’t know why I did it, I never told myself to do it, my arm just decided that it would be a good idea to slam shut a book. Good thing though, it made me realize that I’m starting to drift away into the world of random thoughts again. I plot down a few paragraphs of my brand new story and stopped when my hand was finally too sore.

I spend the rest of the warm afternoon like every other typical afternoon. I get some lemonade from the jug downstairs, I work on my essay a little bit, I procrastinate some more on my research task and I blast lofi beats in my bedroom. The sun was starting to set when I load up Minecraft on my laptop.

“Nice username.” a person says to me in hypixel.

I don’t personally think “CloverPixelated” is considered a cool username, mainly because It’s literally just Clover Pixel but I change my last name to “Pixelated” because Minecraft graphics are made with pixel art. But obviously other players wouldn’t know that. I typed “thanks” and decided that I do not feel like having social interactions right now so I logged out and went downstairs to get some more lemonade. I switch on my fairy lights. Fairy lights are one of my favourite “aesthetic things” They’re like stars but brighter and warmer, like fireflies but without their sticky strings hanging around. I love them so much to the point that my friends sometimes call me a “simp” for string lights. The lights suddenly flicker a little bit, making the whole room flash…

5/7 daily

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket”

TW: really bad writing

Aloe attached a big hook onto the thick steel wire. She clipped five red belts onto the hook. The wind screeched harshly as Aloe’s hair jolted to one side. She attached the other sides of the belts onto the carabiners on her waist belt. She used 5 just in case one or a few of them broke. Aloe was finally old enough, she had been dreaming of this day since she was three, and after 14 years of waiting, she was finally allowed to learn how to fly. Her shiny helmet was her birthday gift from her parents, she loved every detail about it and thought it would be sad to have to stop using it after she had officially gotten her license. Her parents went to the city to pick up the birthday cake Aloe ordered. Aloe was meant to wait for her parents to come back before she fly for the first time, but she had already waited for years and years and wasn’t about to wait for another 2 hours since witch families tend to live away from cities. Aloe picked up her mother’s broomstick and mounted it like some sort of famous athlete. She was just being stupid, many people act dumb and do dramatic things when there’s no one around. She checked that every single belt was locked onto the hook properly and it was time to take off.

“Alright, this is it,” she whispered to herself breathily.

“Three” Aloe looked down at the broomstick to see if she was sitting on the right spot.

“two” She gripped the wooden handle firmly and leaned forward.

“one” Aloe’s eyes fixed on the other side of the valley as she pushed off the ground with as much power as possible and into the air.

For a moment, it was the most amazing thing Aloe had ever experienced. The wind soared past the sides of her face as she dived forwards like a kingfisher diving into the water. And then it happened. The hook snapped in half, the egg basket slipped and all the eggs smashed. All five belts fell down alongside Aloe towards the gravel road at the bottom of the valley.

Falling…

Falling…

Falling…

Thud.

And then she woke up and it was a dream LMAO because I dont want this to be sad XD

removed because I hate sharing my writing lol

07.02.22 - daily
back to my encyclopedia ⇆

“will my story be eerie?” “reply hazy, try again…”

60 years later…

“June? Are you there? The daylight is almost gone- you know that the monster only comes out at night.” Regina worriedly asks. “The bell is going to ring soon, and if you don't come, the chief is going to banish you into the woods, and you know what can happen in there.”
“I know, I know, and I'm coming! Of course I don't want to be banished, and I heard that they're going to banish more and more people- the chief says that we can't keep any more people here than we have to, and we can't afford to lead more people in the woods to even go out,” June replies.
“You know that's not true,” Regina scoffs. “The chief is hoarding all of the food and all of the guards that we have. We picked the worst chief at the worst time, and no one has come to investigate yet, even if I called Out Of Forest- the OOF people!”

A single chime sounds, and June and Regina look at each other. The camp is a mile away, and the last chime is going to sound only a few minutes later.
“Run!” June hisses as she scrambles to her feet. Regina stands in shock.
“Serves me right for coming out here to get you! If you got a phone, I could've just called you, y'know. It's the 21st century!” she says as they sprint over the terrain.
“Regina you're the only kid who has a phone- and you only got it because, well…”
“Because my mom died when she was the chief,” Regina finishes. “You can say it, you know. It was 2 years ago, when the attacks started happening. There were hundreds people at that time. Now, there's only sixty.”

Panting, they make it to the area where kids are being sorted and the adults line up.
“Where's the chief?” June whispers to Regina. A guard overhears them. “He's…having a meeting,” he answers, gruffly, then stalks away. June shares a look at Regina, and she nods. The message is clear- they'll meet at ten to investigate, just like every other suspicious night.

At ten, June and Regina meet at June's tent- the same place they always met, every since they were 7 years old, and the same time, too- 10 o'clock, the time the adults always seemed to meet. They stalked closer and closer to the chief's tent, in every passable moment, until they could hear some of his words.
“We need to sacrifice more, Captain Green. More people means more things for us.”
Even though he was only a slight silhouette, Regina swore the chief grinning at the thought of sacrificing more villagers- like her mom.

(unfinished, but still over 400 words)