Artist’s Daily

Words (Ambiguous): 266
Words (Vague): 255

My brain was a bit fried in this one, for the ambiguous one, so sorry if it doesn’t work.

July 4

Ambiguous
“I can’t take this anymore!” Lily huffed, pacing around the room. “Can’t take what?” Max asked, listening closely for no real reason. “This stupid test!” Lily replied, kicking her carpet as though it was a tin can in the road. “Oh yeah, I hated that.” Max agreed with a nod. “But you could still get the position!” He added. “Can I though?” Lily shook her head. “Well, the test is strange, but if you take two and give one, then you can survive,” Max added, confusing Lily. “You sound like your comparing turtles and whales, Max. What the hay are you talking about?” She sighed, giving Max an eye roll. “Plus,” she added, “I’m not even stuck on that part,” “Oh, right right right, you’re on the part with the two,” Max realized. Lily gave a bob of her head for a nod, a pit sinking into her stomach. “I just wish that I could use the hints from the paper part into the tough part. I just can’t figure it out,” she finished right as a ring came from Max’s smartwatch. “Oh, it’s Benny. She wants to come over and help, she completed it,” he stated, looking at his watch as though he was lost in trance. Lily shrugged, “Sure, I’d be glad for any help on this weird piece,” she explained. Soon enough, Benny had arrived. They all worked on the project, and eventually, Lily finished it. “Finally finished it!” Lily bounced. “Yep! The hard part really engages you though, with its zigzags and all,” Benny added, earning a subtle eye roll from Lily.

My gosh I hated that that was so annoying to write save me please who wants to pay for my therapy

Vague
The sky stretched on. Alder gazed up at it, quickly losing himself to its glory. Voices began to fill his head, like an argument between ghosts. “But we must tell him!” A first voice screamed , kind of softly. “But we can’t tell THEM!” A second voice shouted, louder than the last. “But we told her, Lour,” the first voice said, even softer than before. The other voice, who Alder assumed was Lour, groaned, “Fine, we’ll explain it. After that we MIGHT explain more, if it goes well. If not, I’m reporting you to Hiool,” The voices grew a little clearer and stronger as they went through Alder’s head. They must have started talking to him. “Child of bone, child of skin, the stars will align one day. The moon shines greatly beneath you,” the soft voice said. “Baweu, it’s ABOVE not BENEATH!” Lour whisper-screamed. Baweu cleared their throat, repeated the first part, correctly this time, and continued on, “The fish fly, the birds swim, and land breaks. Hurt, high, pain, low. It will not be what you believe,” Baweu finished their part, their voice wisping away at the end. Lour began then, “Alder, Alder, beneath the tree. The red at the top, the blue down below. The skies will go red, the oceans only savior, save those that contain the ocean,” and with that the voices were gone. “Huh. Vague,” Alder shrugged. He rolled over, watching as the scenery changed with cars running by in the highway, plants seeming to grow before his very eyes.

07.04.22 - daily
564 words
back to my encyclopedia ⇆

Vague: 282 words
“Hey, can you pass me the pen over there, huh?” Crystal asked, leaning over and tapping at the desk next to her.
“Can't,” the boy said, fingers flying on the keyboard. “Also- be quiet- it's the library!” he added, still not even glancing over.
“Fine,” Crystal relented, rolling her eyes. “You don't have to be so mean about it,” she mumbled. “And of course it's the library,” she gestured at the books around them, until her gaze rested on the librarian side-eyeing them. She put her hands down into her laps, where there was a book. Annoyed, she snapped the book shut and stalked over to the shelves, placed it back, and left.
"Honestly, you can at least try to be quiet,“ the boy mumbled and pushed back his chair. ”Would you like help?“ he asked the librarian. ”I can shelve or anything, just need to let out my anger…“
”Of course,“ the librarian replied, gesturing to a cart. ”I'm here if you need me,“ the librarian flashed the quickest of smiles, than turned back to focus on the books in front of him. Dylan nodded and unlocked the wheels on the cart.
”Annabelle N.,“ he muttered to himself. ”Jack R.- ah, this looks like a good book,“ he said to himself, flipping through the pages. ”Wait, is this the new book in that series?“ he widened his eyes, set down the book and carefully ran to his laptop and opened it, searching for info on the series. ”Is it, is it? Maybe I can finally be the first to have that book!“
”Hey, Dylan- did you not hear the bell ring? You're gonna be late, kid!“ the librarian called to him.

Ambiguous: 277
Crystal stormed out of the library only a bit before the bell rang, shaking with anger as she clasped her books for her next class closely to her chest. She fumbled on the seemingly slippery combination and flung open the locker door. The girl next to her yelped as it slammed on the metal lockers next to it, reverberating with the sudden act of anger.
”Geez, what's going on, Crystal? School's almost over, and bell is goin' to be rung soon- what's ticking you off?“ the girl dusts herself off.
”It's nothing, Amelia,“ she sighed. But it was everything, and Amelia knew it. She slung her backpack on the hard bench next to the lockers, and dropped herself into it. Amelia sat down next to her, her forehead creased with concern.
”Hey- what's really going on? We both know that when someone says ‘It’s nothing,' they really mean ‘It’s everything I can't share,'“ Amelia said with a knowing grin.
”But it is,“ Crystal sighed. ”It everything and nothing all at once. And the new boy is ticking me off, and I'm seeing him everywhere- all my classes, and now I heard he's in the Dragons Club, too- I'm president of that, you know, and I have to let him in- school policy, and I saw him in the library and he said something, an-and,“ she let it all out to Amelia. ”You won't tell anyone, right? I've not told anyone, not even my best friend. You do get it, right? Because if you don't, then everything will go even more wrong.“ Amelia shrugged. ”Maybe I will, and maybe I won't," she said with that same smug grin.

༺═─── daily 5 ───═༻

“The apple doesn't fall far from the tree,”

༺═── word count; 476 ──═༻

Out in the orchard, the world is dark. In that dark world, there is two silhouettes crouching together, staring up at the blossoms of the apple tree.
“It'll fall sometime today,” The older says, pointing up at the apple. His son tips his head, not daring to remove his eyes from the barely visible apple.
The father leans forward, grasping his hands around the trunk. He does not try to shake it, but instead embraces the tree in a tight hug.
“Does that make the apple fall?” The son questions, though he looks upon what his father does in approval – it has to be correct, right? His father would never do anything wrong.
“It does indeed, my son. We'll keep the apple nice and safe, and when it doesn't see us, we'll spring upon it!” They both chuckled in delight, as they were planning to have apple pie for dinner, and this would be a pleasant way to use the orchard that they owned.
“My teacher said that we should sell the apples.” The son told his father, and watched as the man laughed. “So does the man at the local shop, but what do they know? What orchard do they run? We are having apple pie, and that is that.”
They sit under the tree again, watching as the sun rises in a sky once dark but now alight with brilliant colours, orange, red and pink all blurring and mixing together before coming to rest at a beautiful arc.
The son notices that his father has dozed off, cap slung over his face and casting a dark shadow, but is that really a problem? He could harvest the apples himself, it is only the case of waiting. For three hundred and sixty four days in a year, the orchard is a plain, sad place with no humans in sight, but on this day, where he could see apples ripe and ready for harvesting, there is a warm hum that follows the leaves brushing against each other on the trees.
While he is thinking this, he twiddles with his own hat and hears a rather large thump. Hopping up, he runs to where the noise came from, muttering, “The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!”
At last, he comes upon the apple, and with a roar he gallops back to show his father, waking him and then dancing around, waving the apple in his hand. “We got an apple, father! It fell quite close to the tree!”
His father seizes the apple and takes a bite, then spits the flesh out. Inside, the apple is quite rotten, and he tosses it away before resting back against the tree. “That's not an apple we should be proud of, my son.” He mumbles, before he drifts off to sleep.

Maze Challenge 7/5

123 words

“Oh no,” Zura frowned. She saw Re and Robyn head towards the underworld. Tossing in the speed potion in her mouth, she sprinted into the canoe and rowed quickly. The water's waves began shifting back and forth, quite a tumultuous ride. Though the speeding potion had quickly increased Zura's speed, it did not prevent the exhaustion.

Maybe I should have let the warriors rowed instead. Zura sighed, as sweat dripped on her forehead. Taking a rest and still seeing Robyn and Re's shadows a few feet ahead, she began to call their names.

“Slow down,” Zura screamed in her scary and commanding voice. But she could already see Robyn pulling out her instrument and Re pulling out the weapon, as they zoomed forward.

June 5th Daily

Word Count: 418

“Did you see the new girl?” Marcia whispered to her friend, Lucy.
“Yeah, she looks like a total dork,” Lucy replied, alluding to the new girl, Christy's braces, twin braids, freckles, glasses, pocket protector and pens. “She looks like the kind of shy, mousy girl who never talks except when answering questions. She would never be brave enough to speak up for herself.”
“Shh, shh,” Marcia held a finger up to her lips and motioned Lucy to follow her. They peeked around a corner and spotted Christy standing at her locker.
“Let's have some fun.” Lucy flashed a wicked grin and stepped out. As Lucy strode past Christy, she bumped into her, causing her to drop the books she had been holding.
“Hey!” Christy exclaimed.
“Oops.” Lucy pursed her perfectly glossed lips. “I guess I wasn't watching where I was going.” She strode back to where Marcia was waiting. The two girls hurried away and as soon as they were out of sight and hearing Lucy burst out laughing.
“Did you see how she dropped all her books? Pathetic.”
“Yeah… pathetic.” Marcia would never admit it, especially to Lucy, but she felt kind of bad for Christy. Lucy had been mean and Christy definitely didn't do anything that deserved laughter.
Later that day, Marcia decided to apologize to Christy. She felt really bad, even though she technically didn't do anything. But she was still there and didn't do anything to stop it.
“Hey there,” She said, tapping Christy on the shoulder.
Christy jumped. “Oh. Hello.” She peered closer at Marcia. “You were there when that other girl bumped, weren't you?”
Wow, this girl is perceptive, I didn't think she saw me. Marcia gulped. “Yeah, I was there. I wanted to tell you I'm really, really sorry for that.”
“Well, I wasn't expecting that!” Christy laughed and pushed her glasses higher up. “You don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything.” She smiled cheerfully. "The only reason I mentioned that incident was to ask if you could tell the girl who bumped me that I forgive her.“
”What?" Marcia blinked. Well, this is different. If roles were switched and Christy had bumped Lucy, Lucy would be plotting revenge right now, not asking for forgiveness. She recovered. “Oh, yeah, sure. I can tell her that.”
“Great! Thank you!” Christy looked genuinely thankful.
As Marcia walked away she had one final thought. I guess it's true what they say. You can't judge a book by its cover.

Proverb: Not all that glitters is gold

Blue was wondering how well his test would go, he spent so long studying it, and today was the day of the results. “Do you think I'll pass?” he asked his brother, Marbles. “Of course you can! I mean, don't think that way, will you? Since it's not good to be thinking negatively.” he advised. Blue didn't hear anything, the last time he failed, it didn't work out nice. “Oh, my friends are here! Catch you later brother!” Marbles spotted his friends and ran towards them, leaving Blue walking alone himself. Suddenly, something that sparkled in the sunlight caught Blue's eyes. He picked it up and observed what it was, turning it at different angles to see without the sun blocking, and there it was, resting in his palm – a gold coin. “Wha- how did that get there?” Footsteps were heard, Greg, his friend, had arrived. “Huh, Blue, what's that in your hand?” Greg asked, not hiding his desperation for the coin. “Oh, it''s a golden coin. But it did not belong to me, I found in somewhere nearby.” Blue replied, pointing to the spot where he found the coin. “Interesting… may I have it?” Greg suddenly asked, Blue started to feel a little suspicious, “Um, okay…” He handed the coin to Greg, but immediately knew what he done wasn't right, not in trust but in law too. “Um, Greg? Maybe we should wait here for the owner-” A voice suddenly spoke before Blue could even finish his sentence, “Oh! So you two young boys found my coin!” Blue saw the fear in Greg's eyes and turned around. The voice belonged to a man who doesn't look like human. In fact, he was wearing clothes like a wizard. He seemed powerful, thought Blue, and realized why Greg was so nervous. “Um, yes. And this boy here tried to take the gold coin!” Greg blamed Blue, and Blue then realized that Greg wasn't actually his friend. Blue tried to prove his innocence, but the wizard help up a hand, “I saw everything that had happened behind that bush, and you know that actually isn't a golden coin.” In Greg's horror, the golden coin in his hand started to rust, gold can't rust. “This is just an iron piece, not gold. And therefore, I must punish you.” The wizard turned his staff the Greg and sucked him in. The wizard then turned to Blue and advised him, "Remember, boy, all that glitters is not gold, so you shouldn't be greedy unlike your ‘friend’.“ The wizard continued, ”Now you should really get to your class, you're going to be late!“ The wizard's warning made Blue realized what time it was, ”Oh, thanks Mr. Wizard, have a nice day!" And Blue ran towards the school gates, the wizard's advice still spinning in his head.

470 words

Ava's Daily

326 words

The proverb is “its better to be safe than sorry” - although thats pretty obvious lol

“I have to go, okay? I have to do this!”
The forest was cold in the early morning light, frost coating the patches of grass hiding beneath the carpet of leaves. The fiery shades of red and orange that blanketed the ground in the day were bleached and shadowed in the darkness, making the familiar landscape look so alien. Juna twisted their gloved fingers together, trying to keep any scrap of warmth they could find. And although their heart was drenched in guilt, their resolve was determined.
“I have to,” They repeated, smiling sadly at the girl in front of them. They could barely make out her features in the murky dark - but they could hear the heartbreak in her voice when she finally spoke.
“It’s better to be safe than sorry!” Cypress begged, taking Juna’s hands. Her freezing fingers gave little body warmth, if that was what she was trying to achieve.
“Please! I can’t lose you, too!” Her eyes welled up with tears. If only she knew Juna’s face, too, was streaked wet.
Juna pulled away, shards of ice weaved through their gaze as they glared at the ground. “Arrow needs us! How can you just- just give up on him like that?”
“I wasn’t-” Cypress cut herself off. “Fine. Go, then. But I’m not coming with you.”
“I wasn’t planning on you coming.” Juna’s voice softened. “Stay safe, okay? Remember the mission.”
And they walked away, the darkness swallowing them up until they faded into nothing, leaving Cypress’s fingers twined with cold, empty air.
She stayed staring into the deserted forest for a long, long time.
Until finally her fingers fell to her sides, and she turned back to the campsite, sending one last glance behind her.
But nothing was there.

And she couldn’t help wondering, as tendrils of sunlight crept into the trees, that she really, really should have gone with her friend.
It’s better to be safe than sorry, after all.

Daily 5
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
406 words

I, the Despicable Doom, Smack City's most notorious villain, have finally found a way to commit any crime I want without being caught by that good-for-nothing superhero, Justice Jeff. After close inspection into his secret identity, I have found out that, when he is not saving lives and making a fool of me, Justice Jeff works as a doctor in the local hospital. Using this valuable piece of knowledge, I have constructed a plan that will keep this annoying hero from interfering with my evil schemes. It may take a few weeks, maybe even months, to build up the long term habits needed to fulfill this plan, but it will be worth it. Once I do, I will have no limit to the mischief I can cause, and that super-loser Justice Jeff will be able to do nothing to stop me.
My plan is this: each day, for breakfast, I will consume an apple. It seems like a simple plan, but one apple every day is all that it takes to keep Justice Jeff, who is secretly a doctor, away from me.
I can already imagine what it will look like when that rotten hero realizes he can no longer interfere with my crimes. I will be holding a bag of money which I will steal from the Smack City bank. Justice Jeff will zoom in on his technologically advanced motorcycle and shout, “Hand over the money, villain!” Once I refuse, he will proclaim, “Your evilness is no match for my healthy habits!”
I will say in a very sinister voice, “You're not the only one with healthy habits this time.”
Jeff will ignore me. He will attempt to approach me and forcefully take the money back. He will be caught off guard because usually, he is successful at beating me up and stealing whatever I have stolen. This time, though, he will be launched backwards in a wave of energy.
He will demand, “How? How is this possible?”
And then I will explain to him my evil plan, and Jeff will be impressed that I have figured out his secret identity and shocked at how genius I am. He will say in a most defeated voice, “I am no longer able to stop you,” and he will run away.
I am starting my evil plan today. If I build up a healthy habit and eat an apple a day, it will keep the doctor away.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ writing dump ;
back to other writing
back to journal
568 words in total

Lucy woke up one sunny Monday morning to stretch, thinking it was Sunday. She lazily rolled out of bed, and walked down to the living room in her pajamas. She sat on the couch, and opened her phone. You could imagine her shock when she realized it was actually Monday! That meant school. Her mom walked into the living room.
“What are you doing? You are not allowed to use your phone on school mornings!” Her mom stormed over to the couch to snatch Lucy's phone from her. She took it and walked back to her own room. Lucy sighed in disappointment. She didn't want to go to school!
“Mom!” She called, waiting for her mother to walk back in. Her mother walked back into the living room.
“What do you need?” Her mother asked her.
“I feel sick! Can I stay home?” She pleaded with her mom.
Lucy's mom narrowed her eyes.
“Are you really sick? Or do you just not want to go to school?” Her mother walked over to her and put a hand over her head.
✧✧✧
It was dark outside, a spine-shattering wind going throughout the city. The tall buildings were lifeless, with no lights in the windows. A cat stalked a mouse silently in an alleyway. The city, or the world it seemed, was silent. All was pitch black.
Though through the darkness, boots crunched on glass.
✧✧✧
Amy was on her computer by the window, with the usual 5:00PM glare in her eye trying to distract her. She saw something move in the corner of her eye. She didn't bother to check it out, being too absorbed in her computer work. Then she saw.. her drawing move. At first she thought it was the light shining in her eye playing tricks on her, but then her eyes widened in horror as she saw her drawing lift off the page, leaving the paper behind. It looked like a floating head. It blinked, and it's facial features moved. She screamed. The drawing looked like it was trying to cover its ears, but being just a headshot and not having any hands, it just shuddered. Amy took some pity on the drawing, but then she shook it off. Why was it alive?

“What are you..” Amy managed to get out, scowling.
“Well, thats a bit rude..” The drawing looked sad.
“Well what are you?” Amy glared at the drawing.
“I don't know..” The drawing spoke in the voice of the person Amy had drawn.
“You're a drawing. Why are you alive?” Amy shouted.
“I don't know..” A tear formed in the drawing's eye. The tear made the paper wet, and the drawing returned to its usual not moving form.

She looked around, seeing if there were any other drawings that had came alive that she could talk to. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't drawn in a while. She had an idea.

Amy grabbed a paper and a pencil, and got to work. She made her drawing as detailed as she could only from her memory. When she added the last detail, she looked back in wonder and gasped as it lifted off the page. She had drawn her grandmother, who had passed away a year ago. The drawing of her grandmother smiled. Amy gasped again.
“Grandma? Is it really you?” Amy asked the drawing.
The drawing nodded warmly.
“It's been a while, my Amy.”
✧✧✧

Main cabin daily - July 5th

“The best is oftentimes the enemy of the good”

I never wanted to be the best at anything. Maybe that was because I never became that passionate about something, or I just didn't want to be like Ingred. She was the worst to everyone but no one could deny she was better at writing than anyone I ever knew. And she did not keep quiet about it; she bragged constantly about the As she got in writing class for every assignment she submitted. I never understood why she did so until I started as well. At soccer practice last week I didn't make the team just because they replaced me with some girl who just arrived at our school and seemed to be unbeatable at soccer. I found that desire deep inside me to be better than her, even if we were on the same team. So I practice every day, my little sister's homework could wait after all.
“But Pax, I don't understand this question!” she kept on telling me over and over again.
“You'll never be good at something if you don't try it on your own,” I replied.
That was true after all but suddenly it was as if I forgot all about her existence. I spent all that time daydreaming about how the school team will beg for me to come back and tell me that I am the best. Not Lily, not the new girl. Every time Lily won one of our small matches it felt like a punch in the face. It felt like she was purposefully making fun of me. While my sister still struggled to get her math equations straight. Luckily I realized that in time and I did not become like Ingred. Now I am still good at soccer but I'm not the best and instead I am good at other things. And my sister did get better at math.

318 words

Main Cabin Daily July 4

“Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.”

It all started when me and my sister decided to buy some Funko Pops. If you don't know what those are, they're little figurines of movie characters and stuff– some of them are bobble heads, too. Me and Lucy were browsing on the Funko website, and then on Target, and so on until we found our goal: Maul and Ahsoka. Lucy wanted the Ahsoka and I wanted the Maul, and all was well… until I pointed out that there were other Ahsokas. I googled “Ahsoka Funko Pop” and immediately claimed the Clone Wars one, where she has her green lightsabers and the outfit that she wears through the end of season six.

“Hey, I want that one too!”, Lucy said.

“But I called it. Besides, you called the other Ahsoka– the one from the Mandalorian.”

“That was before I knew there was this one!”

“What? I called it! You can't do that!”

“Just did,” she replied in one of the most smug tones I've ever heard.

I sighed. I tried to explain to her again that I called it, and if she didn't know that it existed then that was her problem. She wouldn't listen– little sisters, am I right? Then the unthinkable happened:

“I want Maul too.”

Maul?! We had already agreed that I was getting Maul, and she was getting the Mandolorian version of Ahsoka. Now she wanted MY Ahsoka, and MY Maul? My Maul! This was going too far.

“MOOOOM! I called the Clone Wars Ahsoka AND Maul and now Lucy says she's gonna get them too!”

Mom didn't do much to intervene– for one she really had no idea who I was talking about, and for another she didn't see anything wrong with me and Lucy having the same bobble heads. This story remains uncontinued– I don't know what'll happen next. Probably, Lucy will ‘claim what’s rightfully hers' and copy my Funkos. Little sisters…

July 5th Daily (314 Words)
TOC

“Actions speak louder than words” :eyes: Lol it's rly bad lol dont read

Wip

“Mommmm… Can we PLEASE have Mcdonalds?” My little brother yawns. My mom turns to look at him for a second before going back to driving.
“No, besides you had Mcdonalds last week. Why don't we eat something from home.” My brother frowns,
"But last week was LAST WEEK. It wasn't that long ago.“ he complains.
”Just chill bro.“ I say, not wanting him to throw a fit. I did secretly want Mcdonalds as well, but I didn't want to make it worse so I say,
”We can have Mcdonalds another day, it's not that big of a deal. “ My brother kicks the front car seat.
”But I really wanted Mcdonalds. I can eat something healthy for the rest of the week if I have to, but today I just really want Mcdonalds. I'm not sure why, but I've been craving it like crazy all * day long and I would kill for a big mac right now.“ My mom sighs, but doesn't say anything. My brother looks down into his lap. I expect him to start kicking and screaming and throwing a huge fit any second now, but instead he just looks disappointed. When I look up I realize that my mom just pulled into the Mcdonals. I laugh and then shake him and point to the window. When he sees his face lights up. My brother smiles and I can tell he's mentally preparing his order.
”Thank you so much mom, you don't know how much this means to me! I've been looking forward to having Mcdonals all day!" My mom just smiles and starts to order. When we get home everyone is in a great mood. After the Mcdonalds are finishe everyone is in an even better mood. Just from having some Mcdonalds. When we all get in to the bed we're still in a great mood. I love my family.

/!\ Warning! Talk of death, and danger! /!\

Daily for 7/5/22 - 368 words

August thirteenth was like any other summer day,
The weather was a nice 86 degrees,
There was a cool breeze flowing,
All seemed normal in the little town of modaco.
As the school bus drove by an intersection, that all changed.
*one hour earlier*
“Hurry up and get dressed sarah!” Sarah's mom called out
“Yes ma'm!” Sarah replied
Sarah hurriedly got dressed, and ran down stairs.
“Are you exited to see your friends today?” Sarah's mother asked
“Very!” Sarah replied excitedly
“Well hurry up and eat breakfast before the bus gets here!” Sarah's mother said cheerfully
Sarah crammed the cereal in her mouth, she really enjoyed talking with her friends.
*half an hour before*
The warm bus seat was hard, and the air conditioning was blasting, making Sarah shiver.
Sarah turned to her friend Katie to talk, as she did everyday.
“Katie guess what, I ju-”
“Sarah I'm not in the mood” Katie interrupted
So Sarah politely stopped talking.
But it wasn't necessarily, what happened next would have made her speechless anyways.
as the bus turned to go through an intersection, A huge Tractor trailer comes through crushing the side of the bus, and knocking several people unconscious, and after tumbling a bit, lands on its side.
Sarah picks herself up to see that Katie has ran off from the site, being mostly unharmed.
“She… Left me, to bleed to death” Sarah says shocked
“I can't do that, not with all of the innocent people here…” Sarah unbuckels her seatbelt and falls to the floor, then over the next half hour, helps people to safety, after saving one person in particular, joseph. He refuses to go to safety, despite being injured.
“I can't just not help” he says
So the two help all of the passengers to safety, while the ambulance arrives.
Four out of fifty passengers were injured,
one would have died without help.
Afterwards Joseph and Sarah became great friends, And began helping others in need.
And finally,nthe school and parents sued the truck driver for reckless driving, and almost costing the lives of the passengers.

Proverbs 18:24
One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.

July 5th Daily
Proverb: Two wrongs don’t make a right.
Word Count: 300

“What? No! Willa, how could you? How could you side with James?” I stare at her, occasionally glancing at the rotten liar who’s apparently stealing my best friend. I am in complete shock right now, I never thought this would happen.
“Evie, it’s not what you think. I- this is the only way I know to make things right.”
“It is wrong, is what it is! And two wrongs don’t make a right.”
How could Willa betray me? She knows what James did. She knows he completely destroyed everything I had ever worked for. If she thinks this is going to fix things then she is absolutely, positively, dead wrong.
“I- I know. But nothing else will either.” Willa bites her lip. She looks like she wants to say something else, but she never does.
“Well? Go then.”
“What?”
“Go!” I gesture to where James is standing a bit away, growing increasingly aggravated. “If you’re going to leave me in the dust, just go already.”
“Evie, I-“
“No.”
We’re silent for what feels like decades, but was probably seconds, before Willa finally sighs, looking -dare I think it- regretful.
“I hope you know I’m sorry,” she whispers. Or maybe I just imagined it.
Then she turns on her heel and slowly goes to join James, who is still waiting on the edge of the lot. Soon, I’m left standing alone in the empty parking lot, watching my traitorous (ex??) best friend walk away with the guy who ruined my life.
I had already vowed that I would make James pay, that I’d take him down. And if that means taking Willa down with him? If that’s what it takes then so. Be. It.
They say two wrongs don’t make a right.
Well, it’s time to see what three wrongs make.

DAILY JULY 5

Proverb: Laughter is the best medicine.

For many years I had been in a trauma. I had lost everything, my job and my family's trust, and even though things were coming to good terms now, I still felt pained and depressed over that time. I found it very hard to move on, and even my friend's lectures had done nothing. It had been years since I'd smiled.
One Saturday morning, when I was just sitting with nothing on my hands, I recieved a phone call. It was my mother. I hastily brushed my hair and straightened my clothes, before picking it up.
“Hello, mother. How are you?”
“I'm good, thank you. I just called to tell you that your Aunt Rosa will be coming to visit you tomorrow around noon. I need you to cast a good impression on her.”
“Yes, mother. Don't worry.”
And then she hung up. That's how small our conversations always were. Instead of talking and venting out our problems to each other, we'd just call each for important work, and no talking in between. Right to the point.
I got right to work. As much as it was odd that Aunt Rosa would come so suddenly to meet me after so many years, it was as much as my duty to make her visit a good one.
The next day at noon, Aunt Rosa knocked on the door and came inside, chirping. “Oh, my dear Ari! It has been so long since we met! How much you've grown! Oh, my Ari, my Ari!”
Then she noticed my gloomy mood. “What is the matter, my dear? Is it because of me?”
“No, no, aunt, not at all.” I paused, studied her for a moment, then continued. “It's just that I'm tired of everything. Nothing seems to make me feel better. I feel so…”
“I know what it feels like, my Ari. I will help you feel better. Hasn't anyone tried to make you happy?”
“My friend did try giving me lectures about pain and therapists and stuff like that.”
“Is your friend a therapist? Ah, at such a young age, the youth gives lectures about pain and its internal theories!” She laughed such a hearty laugh that it made me smile.
After all these years, I felt happy.
“I have the best medicine for you, my Ari,”
“But I have tried every medication-”
“No, no. There is one important medicine you have missed.”
“What is that?”
“Laughter, my Ari.” Her voice was so passionate that I could truly feel her words. “ T'is the magic of laughter that you're missing.” And she started singing like she was on opera, and I laughed.
And I kept laughing.
And laughing.
I did agree with her. Laughter was the best medicine. And when she left, she left making me feel as if I was the happiest person in the world. All because I laughed.

Moral of the story: no matter what kind of problem you are facing, laughter can always solve it. It is the best medicine.

hifi july 5th daily

Daily for july 5th (the child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth)
Warnings m*rder, emotional ab*se, stigma based on how a character looks, a character made to feel hated by everyone, implied mass m*rder, just generally dark




Right from the moment Kai was born, his mother hated him. He was the reason the town shamed her. After all, he’d been born out of wedlock and that was simply unspeakable in their village and he had a large birthmark on his face. The touch of Jeklu, god of st*pidity they said.
For years, Kai tried to be a good son, helping his mother with anything he could around the house. As he grew older though, everything just got more painful. As good as he did in school and as kind and helpful as he was, this village was run on ancient superstitions. Kai was bad luck to anyone who interacted with him for too long. And because he lived with his mother, well she seemed to get all the bad luck.
“You piece of bad luck you,” she would snap whenever something went wrong. “To bed with no supper for you.”
“But mom, I-” Kai protested, holding his stomach.
“Go on, get, perhaps this will teach you a lesson,” his mother said, crossing her arms.
Kai climbed into the loft where he slept. He lay facing the wall, and tears streamed down his face. Teach him what lesson? How to not be born? He’d done everything a good son would do, he did everything he could to help the village even when he never got a word of thanks. He was starting to hate it here. No, not starting to, just starting to finally admit it to himself.
Kai did have one friend, a grumpy old man who lived alone at the edge of town. He was nice to a few people who he had learned to like, and Kai was one of them. Kai hadn’t seen him in years, not since his mother had found out and she’d said he didn’t need Kai’s head being polluted even more. But tonight Kai felt that if he didn’t go see him, he might fall apart.
Since Kai’s mother made clothes, Kai was able to easily get his hands on pieces of fabric and put those under his blanket to resemble a sleeping human. Then once he was sure his mother was asleep, he crept outside.
The village was quiet at night, just a few boys standing half asleep in the fields to scare off animals. Kai kept his head low as he walked, knowing at least one of them was probably making a ward against evil and bad luck in his direction. Kai’s hands clenched into fists, but what would the village think of him if he attacked one of the children they actually did care about. actually it wasn't like things could get much worse… but Kai didn't do anything
Since Kai and his mother were considered among the lowest of the low, they lived at the edge of the village. Markos, Kai’s friend, was also an outcast, but he lived on the other edge, so it was a pretty long walk.
When Kai got closer to Markos’s tent, he began to sense that something was wrong, and although he was tired, he ran the rest of the way. His feet knowing the way after all these years without him even having to think.
Kai stood in the doorway a moment later, watching in horror as two teenage boys beat the old man who was already unconscious with sticks. “That’ll teach you not to mess with our chickens!” the taller one shouted.
Everything started to go red, and the next thing Kai knew, he was on the ground, wrestling the taller boy. The smaller one lay a crumpled bl**dy mess on the floor. Kai knew these boys, they’d often led the other children in bullying him. They were the reason why he didn’t have any friends except Markos, and now they had attacked Markos. K*lled him in fact, Kai had realized. The solution was simple. This boy must pay the ultimate price. They must all pay the ultimate price. After all, Kai was just bad luck, wasn’t he?

yes this is kind of rushed))

Rift Challenge II
Total - 309 words

Day 1: 96 words

While I was meditating, my thoughts veered off track a total of six times. Admittedly, I do have some meditative experience, and through the first five minutes, I counted my breaths and managed to keep myself focused on those. Most potential thoughts were drowned out by my counting – I only got off track once or twice. Through the second half, I decided to ground myself entirely in the soundtrack I was listening to, and while this was harder, I still managed to keep myself focused – I just got off track a few more times with that.

Day 2: 213 words

The second day of meditative practice was rather similar to the first. I attempted counting my breaths and grounding myself in the music, but I got off track six times again, mostly thinking about what I was going to write for this thing, the fireworks I’d seen today, all those other distractions. I used the same soundtrack so I was more familiar with the music, which might have helped in some way with grounding myself in the music. The one thing I did differently today was using the soundtrack as an anchor while mainly focusing my attention on counting in and out breaths (going up until ten and then restarting from one), which was difficult but really helped to clear my mind and keep my head straight. I also did it quite late at night so that may have been a factor in how focused I was able to be. I might do it again tomorrow during the daytime just to see how things change, and perhaps the day after that with a different soundtrack. Basically, what I’ve learned is that meditation is helpful, but there can never be too much experimentation. Different times and different ways of focusing your attention or clearing your mind can greatly affect the result of your practice.

Weekly 1- july 3rd

PART 1
Character reference sheet for Max from stranger things:

Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: straight Species: human

Strengths: assertive, curious, daring, attractive, compassionate Weaknesses: offensive, judgemental, prejudiced

Relationships: Love interest : Lucas Best friend : Eleven Family : Billy / William Hargrove (brother, dead) Mrs Mayfeild (mother)

Tendencies:

She tends to be cold, disoriented and rude to people she doesn’t know.
She tends to give advice based on her past experiences
Situations: Loss of her brother: She did not love her brother, but as he died, she felt terrible for him and could not forgive herself for his death even though it wasn’t her fault.

Helping others:

She is more than willing to help others when they need it.
She is scared to ask others for help.


Max was facing the coast, her feet on wet, white sand. The waves gently washing of at her feet, and a cool icy breeze blowing through the Sun rays falling down on the warm and wet beach. “Finally, a nice place to sit. Far from those annoying jerks back home” As she turns around, the view changes. The beautiful waves and sea were replaced by a dark cave and the wet breeze was replaced by an ominous wind, that whistled creepily. She felt drawn to it, she walked into it. As she stepped into it, she felt a hand grip her shoulder, she jumped. As she looked back, the coast disappeared, and all she could see were the black depths of the cave. Her torch faltered in front of the darkness, it flickered to a stop.

“God * it!” max mumbled, as she hit the torch hard with her palm, which surprisingly worked. She walked forwards, towards the darkness. She could hear footsteps behind her, as she turned back, they came to a stopped. She looked in front of her again, the one way cave had forked into multiple paths in front of her. She went to the left-most path and continued forward. The footsteps seemed to have stopped. She turned back again “This cant be right, maybe the other path” She saw a shadow, a shadow of something, not a human, definitely not. Not even an animal, what was it? She felt a searing pain in her head, and heard a high pitched scream “Max!” She could feel breathing on her neck, she felt two hands, no four, on her shoulders, this time gripping her tightly. The scream echoed through her brain, she saw the world fading in front of her. Terrified, she ran, the hands left her shoulders as she stumbled to the other tunnel, this time the right-most tunnel. She ran to another folk, this time she did not think and ran and ran, one path to another, the scream ringing in her ears, this time louder “Max!” “COME OUT, YOU COWARD!” she screamed, in tears “COME FIGHT ME!” as if following her orders, the creature slid beside her, she couldn't see its face, was she blinded to it? no, it had no face. She hit it blindly, missing it each time, now sobbing completely, she ran back, back as far as she could go. She saw a light, it was white, perfectly white. She ran towards it, towards the light. as she heard it “MAX!”

PART 2

Eleven : She has a formal register while speaking, and does not use abbreviations, this shows her vague knowledge of the language and inability to communicate clearly as she repeats similar sentences over and over again. This is also reflected in her use of the same words over and over again in different sentences. She uses short and direct sentences without long words, and does not rephrase sentences after using them multiple times. Her upbringing in a lab for special children is all reflected in her vocabulary, speech and sentences. She usually starts her sentences with a noun and ends them with a verb (from her famous catchphrase, “friends don’t lie” which she repeatedly says throughout the show.)

Max: She has a really casual and relaxed tone and uses a lot of slang and informal, sometimes inappropriate language (swears). This reflects her upbringing with an unwanted, devil-ish and ‘bad boy’ kind of brother who treats her with extreme dislike. She often uses offensive words and offends people but does not care. She also uses short, straightforward and sometimes rude sentences while speaking to people she does not care about. Her style of speakingg changes though, when she is around people she loves. Using tender and formal register around them (“ You Just Try Things On Until You Find Something That Feels Like You.”)

Eleven's perspective : Mike was visiting his grandma, I was all alone that day. With Hopper at work, I called Max over. To pass some time. I heard the bell ring, I went to answer the door and let her in. She came in, took a look at my clothes and asked me to go shopping. I did not know what shopping was, or what a ‘mall’ was. Too many people. Not allowed. Max said we decide our own rules, and there is more to life that stupid boys. She took me to the mall, I was really excited. She took me to the clothes store and I saw this amazing dress, with spirals and other designs on it, it was pretty. I stood there staring at it, Max asked me if I like it and want it. I did not know what I want, she said I try things on and see what feels like… me. I first tried a funny jumpsuit that had elastics that made a funny noise when I pulled them forward and let go, Max tried on some orange sunglasses, I finally tried out the pretty dress. It was amazing, I bought it and we went for ice cream. I stumbled in my heels and fell. Some girls looking at expensive bags rolled their eyes at us, we did not care and laughed a lot. This was the best day of my life, especially when I exploded the girl's soda. As we left, I saw Mike, Will and Lucas. Biking. They stopped as they saw me “El! what are you doing here! you're not allowed here” He said, then he stared at Max “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Mike and Max argued back and forth, I dumped him, friends don't lie, and Mike lied to me. I did not want to be with him. I pulled Max away and we left, eating ice cream and laughing.

Max's perspective: I went to visit el, she said that Mike had to “visit his grandma”. Of course he did, obviously he was lying! but el doesn't get it. Because ‘friends don’t lie', but boyfriends do and it's time she found out about that. I asked her about the mall, to cool her and make her realize there's more to life that stupid boys, but she's not allowed. I managed to get her to starcourt, in her shabby dress that was about a 100 * years old! “Too many people” - *. She makes her own rules, not Mike, not Hopper. Her. I took her to the clothes store and found myself some amazing orange shades that totally matched my vibes. I took them to show them to el, who was staring at this amazing dress up on a mannequin. I picked out one in her size, after explaining to her, she should buy it if she felt like her. Soon after, she came out wearing it, it was perfect for her. I grabbed a rubber band and tied her hair up into a half-up-half-down style. This was perfect for her- she looked amazing! finally out of the unkempt hair style and terrible looking shabby and old ragged dress. Finally, I talked her into exploding the coke in some girl's drink, all over them! it was hilarious, she had the best powers ever! After we bought ice cream, I asked her to switch, to cement out friendship. She was amazing, and we finally stopped hating each other! later, we saw Mike and his goons, including my ex, climbing on to their stupid bikes. They were so busted, I turned to el, who already spotted them and was stomping towards Mike. She walked up to him and straight up dumped him! It was hilarious, his face.

PART 3
Time travel AU
Eleven looked around, she was in the black void again, she was in the dress she wore at the lab, her hair gone. She saw her mother, on the chair, whispering inaudible words to her that she so wanted to hear… “El!” She opened her eyes, the void gone, now she could only see her room, and Max sitting in front of her “I just had the greatest idea”! Max said, as el sat up “What is it?” “2 words, time travel!” She gasped excitedly, “remember how you sent 1 to the upside down? What is we reversed that, what if we reversed Billy’s death, you in the lab and everything!” “That is a good idea” said el, she honestly never thought of that. She would do anything to free herself from the lab, now she was out, but still being hunted. She never wanted that, she wanted to reverse what happened to her mother. She was going to reverse it, for sure.

She opened her eyes, she was in a hospital, decorated in yellow and orange hues. She saw her mother, lying there motionless. “Is she… Terry Ives?” Whispered Max, “Yes, it’s mama”. Soon later, the doctors came in, taking the baby from the crib beside her. “Stop!” Screamed el, she put her hand forward and lifted the doctor into the air, he fell against the wall. She looked around to her mother screaming “Jane! Jane!” But it was too late, Martin Brenner had carried her away. Max at his tail, screaming at him, he kicked her aside and two thin men in bodysuits grabbed her. El hid behind the crib, she was about to control them, just then they tied a cloth tight around her mouth, before she could do anything, she felt a searing pain in her neck, she slowly fainted. She woke up, back in her room. Unharmed and proper. However, Max wasn’t there. “Max?” She asked, as she ran around the house. What had she done, her friend was trapped in the past, probably in the lab, what would they do to her? Would they imprison her, forever, like they did to el? Would they let her go? No, they wouldn’t- she had seen them take a child! She knew the secret. Something terrible, unthinkable happening to her. El sank into the arm chair, and closed her eyes, and went back. She was now in the lab, she never wanted to come back, no. But she had to! Her friend got stuck here. She needed to find her, she did. “Fight me you coward! You cant stop me!” Shrieked a voice. It was definitely Max, she knew it. She walked towards the scream, she was gonna find her for sure, then she’d go back and never travel through time again, she told herself. Right now, she needs to find Max! She walked, and walked “Hello” She turned around, she knew this voice too well. It was Martin Brenner, the man who brought in kids with special abilities, to use them, to train and to test them. The person who took her, and who took Max. She turned around, spinning on the spot, trying to look at him “You can’t see me, Eleven. Oh how i’ve missed you” “Stop!” “Been exploiting our power, have we? To reverse time, to change everything. You should know, messing with time does no good. Now, in your future world, Max does not exist, no one took her out of the lab. And now, if you stay longer, we will have two of you, wont we?” “Leave me alone!” She screamed, she ran as fast as she could. “El!” “Max!” They collided into each other, each oh them looking horrified. “I see you reunited, my dears” “Who’s that?” “I’ll explain!” El gasped, “It’s papa, he’s here, somewhere! I don’t know where! I hear him… I hear..” Her nose was bleeding, she was falling. No, she had to go home! She had to take Max back, she just had to! As she was sobbing on the ground, the figure of Papa appeared in front of her “You really thought I was gone, didn’t you?” He whispered, “Welcome back home” “NO” All the glass shattered down, the lights flickered madly and the world spun around. “What’s happening!” “Help” Before they knew, it, they were back. But with them, came Martin Brenner, from the past, into the future. “It’s over, eleven. You need to come back”

PART 4
The sound of monophonic music, sparks of electricity and the grind of metal. I could only see flashes of colored light as I walked past it half-blindly into a forest, with the disoriented chirping of birds and the occasional whistling of the wind. I stumbled through vines and tree roots to feel a great swoop of air as I stumbled into the next cabin, I heard jolly and cheerful music, along with the sound of laughter as I walked through, still not seeing clearly. But I knew where I was, in a fair, full of people. Not just any fair, and old-timey fair. I walked through it into the next cabin, honestly feeling exhausted by now. Into a coven, not knowing where to walk or what to do, I stepped out of it too soon. I couldn't make out where I was now, my vision still clouded, I did not know where I was. But this time it felt different, quieter. A bit too silent, not the sound of cabin members, not anything. I felt around to feel a huge grass wall. I felt it till I banged into another one, yep, this was a maze. And I was lost. I stumbled for hours and hours till I finally heard some noise. It was a clicking noise, I heard the sound of typing and printing, really loud printing. I was in a press now. How many cabins does swc have! and how long, till I found my own cabin? I walked further into a river. Completely soaked, I made my way to a lodge. This time, I had made my way through a park area to a lodge. Next, I walked into a dark place, I could tell. By the purple sky above me, and the faded silhouette of a castle. I walked in the castle gate only to be in a completely different place. This place had a blue sky, a white castle and a soft floor- which I fell through. I just fell though a cloud! I fell for a long time, when I finally found myself on a chair. I heard the ring of bells, clattering of utensils and chomping. I was in a restaurant, as I walked out, I saw a dark colored floor, with shining pebbles and rocks in the darkness, as I made my way through, I transitioned into a city, or a republic. Bustling and busy with huge structures all around it. By now, I grabbed a bus and made my way out. Into the script cabin, where I was greeted warmly. A voice whispered “Finally, you're here!”

total : 2578 words

Character reference sheet for Jade McKellen(seasons 1-4 from the TV show, Family Reunion)
Series continuing or ended?: Continuing

Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: straight
Species: human

Strengths: ,attractive, takes initiative, intelligent, loyal, competitive, resolute

Weaknesses: hard hearted, fall in love quickly, never knows when to shut up, regretful, selfish

General view of lifetime: not hateful/hopeful

Relationships:
- romantic interest: Drew (former crush)
Royale (Ex-Boyfriend/first love), Deon (Ex-Boyfriend), Kurt (former crush)
- friends: TBA
- family:
Moz McKellan (father)
Cocoa McKellan (mother)
Shaka McKellan (younger brother)
Mazzi McKellan (younger brother)
Ami McKellan (younger sister)
Baby McKellan ( youngest sister\brother) M'Dear McKellan (grandmother)
Jebediah McKellan (Grandfather)
Grace McKellan (Aunt)
Daniel McKellan (Uncle)
Maybelle (Great Aunt)
Dot McKellan (Great Aunt)
Cousin Barron (First Cousin once removed)
Grandma Daphne (Grandmother)
Friends:TBA

Tendencies: Tend to disobey her parents (improving quickly)
Tends to think no understand her (improving slowly)
Tend to not appreciate things (improving very quickly)



Jade was exhausted from watching titoks instead on sleeping she reached out her hands to check the time trying to reach the phone she fell flat on her face she sat up still dozing off she took her phone. She was late.
“Oh no!” she shouts “I'm late for school!” Jumping up looking for her clothes her shirt was under the bed her jeans were on the chair. “Where are my socks!” she yelled frantically M'dear rolls her eyes cause she told her to put an alarm. Jade looked in every drawer every shelf but she just could not find it. She decided to ask her siblings. “Shaka! Mazzi! she screams ”where are my socks!“ There was no reply. Of course they also went to school. She grabbed her phone in a hurry and called Shaka. ”Hey that's my phone“ said Ami ”Finders Keepers“ she said with a smirk. Ami gave her a revenge frown

. Jade rolled her eyes and was back to calling Shaka. He didn't pick up ”he is class“ she thought The next person she called was Mazzi. ”Hey sis what's up“ he said ”The sun.“ She answered angrily ”Why didn't you wake me up“ she shouted ”M'dear said we should look after ourselves right?“ He questioned ”Yeah so what“ she barked ”Ourselves that means it was your fault for not waking up on time“ he explained ”I need to go now bye“. ”Do not hang up on me. It was too late hanged up enraged he threw her phone on the pillow. It obviously didn't break because well pillows are soft.

“Ami” she shouted louder than before “Do you know what my socks are?” “Oh those were socks?” Ami says worriedly. Jade gasped as she ran down the stairs into Ami's room. She made her socks into doll dresses! “Are you serious now I'm completely for school how could you!” She cried a close look at it she took a closer look at it. “ Wait a minute these aren't my socks these are my hats?!” They were indeed her hat she easily recognized her orange beanie. She was relieved that it wasn't her socks but her anger rose again when she found out that she had taken her favorite hat! Beanie to be specific. “How could you!” she shouted “Oh well finders keepers” she said with a smirk bigger than ever. Jade did say that she couldn't do anything about it.

At that moment Cocoa came home. “Mom have you seen my socks?” She asked running out of hope. “Them oh I threw them out they were too small for you anyway” she said “I got your new ones better and bigger”. Jade's frown turned to smile she threw out my socks, she said to buy new ones!" Finally she had her socks she wore them on put on her shoes and went outside into the car. While driving she remembered she had forgotten her backpack.
End of part one
_________________
+494 for scenario

july 4 daily, 179 words, unfinished

Vague
The seconds were ticking down. The escape room was dark. Olivia was frantic, trying to help someone, but everyone apparently thought that she was useless.
“Olivia!” her friend Sophie shouted.
“What?”
“Get me the thing!”
“What thing?”
“You know, the thing I was using earlier!”
“I don't know what you mean.”
“Hurry up!”
“Just tell me what thing, ok?”
Sophie fumbled with the lock.
“I'm busy! Just get it.”
“It? What is it?”
“Ugh, you know the thing you were writing on earlier?”
“The paper? There's no paper here.”
“The thing! You wrote on it remember? For the earlier clues!”
“Stop being vague, Sophie. Tell me! The time's running out!”
“I-I… ugh. Just get it. I'm busy and no one else knows what it is.”
Olivia looked at her, confused.
“I don't know what it is either.”
“I'll direct you!”
Olivia turned to the room beside.
“Not that way.”
She turned to face the table in front of her.
“Nope, not there either.”
She turned to face the other room.
“Not there! Can't you see?”
“Get it yourself, Sophie.”