July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread

--cherryy-girl

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word count: 872

Hermione Granger is an 11 year old girl who is a natural witch. She has curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. Born from Muggle parents; nobody expected her to be invited to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione is exceptionally bright for a girl of her age. People sometimes make fun of her for being so smart, and Hermione needs to work on ignoring those people. Hermione pushes herself too hard, occasionally, trying to please everybody and be at the top of her class 24/7. Hermione goes on many great adventures throughout her time at Hogwarts, and she becomes an icon for history. Hermione is a great role model for women and girls.

Ronald Weasley prefers to go by Ron. He has a pet rat named Scabbers, and his family is relatively poor. He is 11 years old and is going to the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. He wears hand-me-down clothes, and people laugh at him for that, but he is good at ignoring them and standing up for others. He is surprised to meet Harry Potter, (a legend in the wizarding world) and they become best friends. The two go on many adventures together with not just each other. Ron has a passion for sweets and mischief, and those two things go very well together.

Hermione’s perspective:

As I stepped onto the train of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I was more than excited. I was walking to the nearest train car when a boy ran out from it, clearly in panic. His name was Neville Longbottom. A fretful look was on his face. “Have you seen a frog?” he asked anxiously. “No…” I said, “Shall I ask around?” “Yes, please!” Neville said, “Thank you!” He seemed very grateful. “No problem” I said, smiling. I walked into a train car and found two boys around my age sitting down. A boy with flaming red hair and blue eyes seemed to be attempting a spell with his wand. He pointed his wand at his… pet rat, and recited a spell. A small blast came out from the wand and said, “See? It never works? I bet it’s bogus. Fred taught it to me, after all. Almost everything he tells me is bogus!” I cleared my throat and said, “Have you seen a frog? A boy named Neville’s lost one.” “No, sorry” another boy said, this one with dark brown hair and round glasses. This boy looked… strangely familiar. “Care to sit down?” he asked, pointing a finger to the red cushioned seats across from the two boys. “Why not?” I replied, sitting down. Suddenly, it all fell together. “My goodness!” I exclaimed, “You’re Harry Potter, aren’t you?” “Yes…” Harry Potter said, a bit embarrassed. “I’ve read all about you.” I said. “You - you have?” Harry said. “Of course! You’re an absolute legend in the wizarding world. If I were you, I would’ve read all about you, to learn about my past.” Harry seemed interested. “Who are you?” He asked curiously. “I’m Hermione Granger. And… you are?” I asked, directing my question to the boy with red hair. “Ron. Ron Weasley.” He replied, taking a bite out of a piece of red licorice. “Pleasure.” I said, grimacing a bit at the rat. I chatted for a bit with Ron and Harry, until we pulled into the Hogwarts station.

Ron’s perspective:

I walked into the train with a boy around my age. My parents had just helped him run through the barrier to get into the Hogwarts station. My brothers, Fred and George were telling me that he was Harry Potter. I scoffed. “Yeah, right.” I said skeptically. I was curious to see if he was, though, so I found the train car where he was sitting, alone. “Is it true?” I asked, “Are you… Harry Potter?” He nodded. “Do you really have… the… the…” I asked. “The what?” He asked, confused. “The scar…” I whispered, afraid to even say it. “Yeah…” he replied, pulling up his hair and showing his lightning bolt scar to me. “Wicked!” I said, blown away. It really was Harry Potter. We talked for a while, and got some candy from the trolley, when a girl around our age (but seemingly much more mature) with brownish copper curly hair and brown eyes stood in the doorway, saying, “Have you seen a frog? A boy named Neville’s lost one.” “No, sorry” Harry said, pulling a jelly bean out of a package and eating it. “Care to sit down?” Harry asked, gesturing to the bench across from us. “Why not?” She said, tucking her Hogwarts robe under her. She seemed to recognize Harry, because she said, “My goodness! You’re Harry Potter, aren’t you?” When Harry said yes, they had a short conversation about learning as much as they could about his past. “I’m Hermione Granger,” she said, introducing herself, “And… you are?” I pointed to myself, and she nodded. “Ron. Ron Weasley.” I said, ripping off a piece of red licorice. We chatted for a while about school, and when we arrived, I found myself more excited about Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry than I was when I had entered the train.

-BookAdvice-

PROOF OF WORD COUNT-

…with worry. His perfectly sculpted face turning down with a wrinkle in his forehead.

I sign him wondering where my parents were. -They are off the boat- he signed. I release a breath I had been holding when suddenly our boat lurches. Gabriel gets tossed into me and suddenly I am on my side being thrust into a wall. His arm drapes over me but he quickly recovers, while I on the other hand felt as though and elephant had just stepped on my chest. -Come on we have to go- he signs. A twisted face of pain is the only response he gets. He bends over then slowly lifts me, pressing me gently against his wet chest then races me out of the rising water.

We get above deck as lightning licks across the sky of hollow stars. The lightning illuminates his sandy blond hair as it sends twisted shadows of his cloak across the deck. We are soaked in seconds, but that doesn't stop Gabriel. He sprints to one of the emergency rafts quickening as his heart races like a clock. He sets me in the raft like nothing then suddenly his head perks as he hears something that I cannot. His sloppy wet bangs whip with his head splattering across his forehead. His eyes widen then he sprints away. I sit up struggling against my aching chest and see him speaking to my father. Gabriel seems to be protesting then suddenly my father sets a hand on Gabriels shoulder as he whispers something in Gabriels ear. Gabriels face changes from urgency to determination, as if a silent promise had brushed across him, creating a whole new view upon something important.

The boat suddenly lurches once again making me lose my balance and get thrown right off the boat. Seconds seem to pass like hours as a silent scream escapes me. My hair curls up into the misty sky the same hair that my mother stroked when I felt anxious. Now she may be gone! I begin to lose my ability to breathe and my eyes seem to go black as my body plunges into the artic sea. The last thing I see is Gabriel diving in after me, and my father releasing the rescue boat without even getting in.

My mind feels the pressure of a thousand tons as a sickening headache splits through me. I push up against a rubber boat to see myself in the back of the boat. I wake on the opposite end of Gabriel. The sun is new, it rises above the horizon with him staring at it. His blonde hair waves in the wind as his dark eyes almost crumble in the silence. I shakily prop myself up feeling a heavy weight upon my lungs. I wish I could still speak. I wish I hadn’t lost my voice forever. In that moment. All I wanted was to ask this boy what happened. Where are my parents? A sharp gasp gets pulled from my lungs when I move in the wrong way. Gabriel suddenly turns to me his brows sharply pulled together. -What are you suddenly so worried about me?- I sign, propping up on the boat edge. He cocks his head and smiles signing –well if something happened, I wouldn’t be able to torment you-. I frown and stick my tongue out then turn to the sunset.

I peek to my side and find Gabriel is staring at me. I quickly turn back to the sunset with the imprint of him in my mind. His face looked confused. He looks confused about me. His face was no longer mocking. It was something I hadn’t seen before. I stare down into the waters with my golden beach waves pouring across my shoulder and dip my hand into the purple waters. The ruffles of my ruined cream shirt sit on the edge of the raft, mimicking the waves and also making my now red face pop even more. I look into my reflection to see a bloom of freckles and slightly tanned skin flower across my face. My hair is a mess, it falls into slightly curled beach waves that flow around my heart shaped face.

I stare back to the sunrise wincing at the brightness. I whip away from the sunset in pain while my hand flies to my face blocking the sun. I turn back to Gabriel, sensing his eyes on me. He stares deeply into my eyes not even slightly embarrassed. The same eyes that he would use to get him and his friends to toss me into a wall of our school halls. School. A sudden thought occurs. What if we never get home! What if we die out here! No. There is no way for that to possibly happen. I've survived a near death experience before. But that was at the cost of your voice… The little voice at the back of my head hurls the wild thoughts stop thrusting a memory forward in its place.. Me in the doctors office. Just 1 year ago. Them telling me that I will never speak again. Tears. Me taking this cruise to get applied a new medicine. One that will save my voice… A trickle of tears leak from the corner of my eye. I turn my head even farther away from Gabriel, not wanting

The small rescue boat sways back and forth as me and Gabriel huddle together. My Golden hair clings to my frozen cheeks as Gabriel wraps his ruined cloth coat around me. Our clothing hangs dripping across our bodies as he silently breaks the water with his ores, pushing us closer and closer to the island. I stare blankly into the midnight waters as they lap against the rubber sides of the raft. The midnight water is gentle, unlike the waters we had encountered in the deadly seas.

Gabriel taps me on my shoulder and I turn to him. His green eyes stare into my amber ones as we make our way closer and closer to shore. He says my name, but the noise doesn’t reach my ears. His mouth forms my name, “Amelia” then he motions with his hands that we are at the island. I look out to see that our boat is bumping against the unlit shore. I step out of the boat with my bare feet. Sand crumbles under my feet as I step and clear bubbly water trickles across my ankles. I stand on the sandy beach looking out on the island. Tall wheat sways in the dark night sky as a tall forest stands beyond it, with untold dangers.

alicorn10

Aquarius prompt

Pretty rushed uwu if you see any errors in grammar (specifically with the word boycott) please let me know!

Also, / / means italicize :’]

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“Give me a C!”
“Give me an U!”
“Give me a R!”
Cheer practice lasted three hours, and Mia enjoyed every second. She loved the way her long red ponytail swished with every jump. And how the shouting of school spirit rallied up their teachers, and soon, The whole school.
“Mia, would you please pay attention?” It was Mrs. Birdgrow, the teacher in charge of the cheerleading team. And her views on costumes… no. Mia hated the outfits with every single brain cell in her head. They were so cutesy and just awful. They were tight and bleh.
/Give me a break. /
The bright red miniskirt paired with a top with spaghetti straps made her cringe. It was so uncomfortable to be doing all those jumps with that on. If it was her choice, she’d let everyone help contribute to how it looked. And she knew the school could afford it.
***
Sweating, Mia headed back into the locker room, and quickly changed out of the preposterous uniform.
“Hey, Anjali, how do you feel about these uniforms?”
Anjali looked at Mia after putting on a necktie. “Oh my gosh, what do I say? They’re gross. If my parents ever see these, I think they’d sue the school.”
“Yeah, exactly. Plus, the boys basketball team gets more comfortable clothes. So does the soccer team.”
Anjali and Mia sighed. Mia placed the uniform back in her locker, and started to leave, when—
“Mia, Anjali, I couldn’t help but overhear you guys— I think I have an idea!” Luna twirled her locs, and smiled.
Excitedly, Mia rushed over. “What?”
“Let’s boycott the cheer team! Then, there won’t be nearly enough time to find a new team. And, we can get our uniforms changed!”
Soon, several other cheer members rushed over, and excitedly started talking about their ideas. As soon as they walked out of the locker room.
After calling their parents to let them know to come an hour later, the girls got to work. Using Google Docs as well as pencils with paper, the brainstorming session began. They jotted down ideas faster than the speed of light. Discussion filled the atmosphere.
“Thank you all for your phone numbers! I’ll ask my dad to help us, since he’s a PTA member. If you all could ask your parents for help too, that'd be great!” Mia grinned, as she started walking to her dad’s BMW.
“Hey, sweet pea! How was your day?”
“Papa, it was amazing. You know the cheer uniforms?”
“Yeah, the ones you don’t like?”
“Mhm! Well, all the other girls hated them too, so we’re starting a boycott! We won’t attend cheer practice until the teachers listen to what we have to say.”
“That’s a fabulous idea! Do you need any help from me?”
“Hah, we do! Could you please spread the word to the rest of the PTA members? The more support the better.”
Papa nodded, as he turned on the radio. /Soon, the radio’s gonna be talking about our accomplishment/

angelwings-

Part 1.1
116 words

Character Name: Shi Qing Xuan
Occupation: Deity / Wind Master

Strengths: friendly, extroverted, generous to strangers, loyal, kind, just (normally), optimistic
Weaknesses: friends > everything, relationships > morality (at times), fear can cause him to be reckless (or just scared pff)

Relationships:
Friends → He Xuan (Ming Yi), Xie Lian
Family → Shi Wu Du (brother)

Situations:
- Loss of close friend/family:
Emotionally unstable
Takes some time to calm down
Takes blame onto himself
Does not take the anger onto other ppl

- Helping others:
Very generous even to ppl he never met before
Wouldn’t judge a person’s background
Doesn’t listen or gossip to others talking behind someone’s back
Not a bystander
Can find special connections w everyone he meets

Part 1.2
526 words

Scenario: your character needs to cross a freezing river with others but not everybody can fit in a single boat

“It’s so cold.” Xie Lian murmured, hugging his arms as they headed towards the river, its waters churning as the darkness engulfed them and dyed everything black like ink.

“A bit, but I think we can manage,” Shi Qing Xuan replied, trying to prevent his teeth from chattering. It didn’t help that his clothes were sopping wet and would take hours to dry in this temperature.

Ming Yi turned around, a frown pasted on his face as usual. “Hurry up.” The coldness didn’t seem to bother him at all; instead, being near the water seemed to rejuvenate him instead, bringing more light to his liquid eyes and causing his back to become straighter with each step.

“Well, if my brother was here…” Shi Qing Xuan stopped short, his face creasing into thin lines of worry as he remembered what was happening to Shi Wu Du right now. Xie Lian glanced at him and patted his back cautiously, nodding alongside him in hopes of comfort.

“Stop moping. It’d be better thinking of ways to cross instead.” Ming Yi interrupted, his eyebrows coming together slightly as he took in this scene. “It wouldn’t help by wasting time here.”

“There’s a boat!” Shi Qing Xuan suddenly exclaimed, pointing down the riverbank where a small wooden boat was washed up on shore. It stank of rotting seaweed and was covered in wet sand, but it was the only thing that would get them over.

Except for one problem - it only had room for two.

“Ah… okay.” Xie Lian laughed awkwardly, scratching his head and looking at the other two. “Well.”

“We could go two times… no, that’d take too much time. Ah, I wish my brother was here.” Shi Qing Xuan sighed, tapping his fan against the side of his head, thinking.

“One of us will have to stay.” Ming Yi said, after a moment of hesitation. Silence followed. They all knew it wasn’t a great idea, but it was the only option they had.

“You should stay,” Ming Yi pointed out, looking at Shi Qing Xuan and how badly his condition seemed. “You’re wet. And cold. And you can’t even control the winds as of now. You have no use here, really.”

“H-hey! That makes it seem like I’m weak. I’ll go. It’s my brother in danger anyway. Besides… his highness here doesn’t have enough mana right now. It’s not going to work to keep borrowing yours every five minutes,” Shi Qing Xuan protested, shaking out his fan and fanning himself faster and faster.

“Emm… guys, I think that it’d be better for us to not waste time and… alright, fine,” Xie Lian peeped cautiously, as two sets of eyes turned to look at him.

“Then it’s decided. His Highness should be staying just in case.” Shi Qing Xuan said, raising his head and leaving no room for protest. “Let us know if anything happens.” He looked at the boat, pursing his lips, a frown on his face as he sighed and gripped his fan tighter. “Let’s go.” He looked back at Ming Yi, squeezing out a brave smile as he braced himself for the danger in the unknown.

Part 2.1

Hermione Granger: (110 words)

Hermione is a proud know-it-all who values how teachers think of her over everything else. She is intelligent but brave, just and loyal above everything else, sticking with her friends through everything until the end. Hermione represents feminine power and proves how her gender or identity as a Muggle-born does not stop her in any way and only makes her braver because she doesn’t have any family background to rely on. She is confident and even though she had faced criticism in the past because of her looks, personality or family, she is willing to fight back at the right times when she knows that she has to stand up.

Draco Malfoy: (107 words)

Draco Malfoy takes advantage of his family background as he is one of the few who is completely pureblood. His hostile and vicious personality is only a mask to hide his insecurity and conflicting emotions, which he experiences due to animosity from both his rivals and family. Malfoy refuses to admit the fact that there are people in the world better than him, always refusing to accept the truth because of his father’s influence and how he always likes to degrade others including his own son. He enjoys attacking others through verbal bullying as putting others down is the only way for him to save his self-esteem.

Part 2.2

Hermione: (411 words)

Malfoy shook his broomstick, shoving it in front of Harry’s face. I should have expected him to show off everything his father gets him because of how rich they were. They had connections.
I hurried over, a frown on my face as I quickly sized up the situation. It only took me a minute to figure it out - Malfoy was showing off how he got on the Slytherin team. Ew.
Still, it wasn’t the place and time to fight. Harry needed to practice. I tried to pull Ron away- oh, that idiota- because if he got heated and pulled his wand out, it would be bad.
I didn’t even need to imagine. I knew it would happen.
But Malfoy- oh, what a jerk.
The next second I really wanted to punch his face. Really, insulting our team just because we don’t have as good broomsticks? It was probably the only thing he could find to insult us, though. Jealous because Harry got onto the team a year before him, huh.
I really wanted to smack him in his snobbish face and scream insults at him in French. It would’ve been an amazing way for me to practice the language. But I didn’t. Professor McGonagall would be disappointed in me. I could even get detention. Nothing is worse than detention. I would be a disgrace.
“At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.” I replied, ignoring the snickers from the Slytherin team as they watched me speak. I knew they were probably laughing about my teeth. Or how I was Muggle-born. I knew the Slytherins hated people like me- but I didn’t care. As they couldn’t do anything about it anyways, I just had to ignore what they said about me.
It was satisfying to see how Malfoy’s smile flickered. I just knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to-
“No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood.”
I looked down suddenly, hot tears stinging my eyes and threatening to roll down. I know I had tried to convince myself multiple times to ignore, just ignore everything other people said. But it was hard. At a loss for words, I looked up just in time to see Ron pull his wand out.
Mon dieu. Est-il stupide?
The next thing I saw was Ron reeling back, slugs spewing out of his mouth, and the Slytherin team roaring with laughter.

Malfoy: (445 words)

I smirked in satisfaction as the Gryffindor team gaped in shock as I gripped my broomstick, clean and shiny. They were a gift to our team from my father, determined for us to beat Potter- and Gryffindor in general- this time. The sight of him surrounded by everyone else made me want to puke. It didn’t help that we lost the House Cup last year. Just because Dumbledore favored him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Weasley and Granger - the two tagalongs Potter always kept by his side - hurrying over, their cloaks billowing behind them, making them look like stupid bats. Snorting in contempt, I rolled my eyes and turned back around to face Potter.
I smiled as I took in the looks from my team. Sure, Potter did make it into the team a year earlier, but so what? All it took was for my father to spend just a fraction of his money and I was in the team. It would just be a matter of time before Potter was expelled because of how stupid he always was and how disrespectfully he treated Professor Snape.
“Perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them.” I offered, the corner of my mouth raising upwards as the Gryffindor team went silent at a loss for words. Who did they think they were? As if Gryffindor could even be considered as a worthy opponent for Slytherin.
Not caring to hide my disdain and repulsion, my eyes flickered with disgust and impatience as Granger walked over. “At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.”
My smile flickered. As if. We had had the House Cup for years. It was only because of Potter- oh, Potter again- that we lost it. Because of Dumbledore. But no matter how many times I tried to convince myself about this, I couldn’t block out the image in my mind of my father, looking down at me with ridicule, as I stared at the ground, unable to look at him.
“What a disgrace.”
He had said the words one by one, each like a blow on my face. I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t. It was all because of that filthy Mudblood- Granger-
“No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood,” I countered, feeling a wave of comfort as the Gryffindor team shrieked in rage.
I didn’t even have time to react as Weasley pulled out his wand and aimed it at me.

Part 3
768 words

Agatha winced, ignoring the throbbing pains in her head as she tried to stand up, her knees shaking and unsteady. Her hands slipped and she fell down again, landing in a pile at the bottom of the stairs. Looking up, she met the girl’s eyes, looking down on her with hatred, as if threatening to burn and kill her right through her skin.
What was her name again..? Oh, right. Sophie.
She was definitely one of the rich popular girls in the school. With fair, white skin, flowing golden locks, a perfectly chiseled face, large and magnificent emerald eyes. Of course. With looks like these, of course she would be popular.
She could give you a smile so loving that it could light up any cold winter evening. But she could also slap you right in the face and push you down the stairs just because you accidentally slammed into her on your way to class.
What a jerk.
Agatha’s lips moved silently, repeating the words over and over again as she crouched down, her hands bloody with bruises, trembling as they gathered up her books and continued on her way to class.
She could feel the cut on her swollen lip bleeding profusely, but she ignored it and continued on her way. Everyone still in the hallways was now silent, either judging silently at how embarrassing she looked, or just looking with pitiful eyes because they didn’t want to offend Sophie.
Whatever. She was used to people being like this anyway.
But as hard as she tried to, she couldn’t ignore the stinging pain in the back of her neck, where her tattoo was currently hidden.
What? Did I just meet my soulmate here? For the first time?
But as soon as she started having those thoughts she cut herself off, slapping herself in the face harder than anyone ever had.
Soulmates aren’t real, Agatha. Remember that.
Sure, there was talk every day, in the corridors, the courtyard, even the classrooms about the possibilities of meeting the perfect soulmate. But of course Agatha didn’t believe in them. They couldn’t be real. It was impossible for someone to meet the right person at all and be able to stay with them no matter what through the rest of their lives. What nonsense.
So… what is this new feeling?
Agatha closed her eyes and exhaled through her nose, blocking out any remaining nonsense about matching tattoos or soulmates.
Remember, it’s all just nonsense.
She sidled into her classroom, her head down, pretending not to notice the stares from the people all around and the judgemental, disapproving looks her teacher was giving her. It happened every day, she’d grown numb to it by now. She tried to listen, she really did, but she still hated her classes. And there was really no point when she would get full scores on her tests anyway.
The teacher waited and watched as Agatha slouched into her seat in the farthest back and sat down, throwing her backpack under the chair after scouring it for a pencil buried under heaps of ripped paper. Straightening up, she met the teacher’s eyes and stared back defiantly, as if daring her to blame Agatha about lateness.
The teacher sighed and began the lesson, while Agatha slouched back immediately in her chair, doodling little drawings on the desk absentmindedly.
It was only until she heard someone slam their books onto her desk that she looked up with a small frown on her face.
It was Sophie.
“Ew,” she muttered, her nose wrinkling in disgust. “What do you want?”
“You think I want to be here?” Sophie shot back, grabbing a chair with so much violence that Agatha jumped back, almost toppling out of her hers. Both of them seemed not to notice the gentle throbbing at the back of their necks, where matching tattoos lay hidden.
“If you don’t, why are you here?”
Sophie rolled her eyes, not even caring to hide her distaste and loathing. “Did you even listen to the entire class?”
“I don’t need to listen to get full marks.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled, casting a dark look at the teacher. “We’re partners. Assigned.”
“Cool,” Agatha said, settling back to her usual position in her chair, resting her head in her hand. “Just tell me what I need to do. I’ll do it.”
Sophie looked over to see Agatha slouched in her chair, doodling a little bunny on her desk.
She’s really annoying, but…
Sophie tried to prevent herself from smiling, but the two corners of her mouth still raised involuntarily.
… she’s kind of cute.

Part 4
455 words

Each new day in SWC is like opening up a new surprise present, never knowing what will be happening today. Campers rush to check on the cabin point rankings, eager to find out if their cabin made it to first place; or immediately start working on the new daily, impatiently waiting for the points to be added to their cabin. Sci-fi campers aspire to earn more crypto to buy guesses, to save poor Sana, who has gone missing; while Adventure campers strive to earn tickets, which they can either spend or save for the end. All the cabins are in an active, friendly competition against each other, and though there are allies and enemies, nobody is yet to be sure what will happen next.

I wake up in the dark, the morning sun hidden from my view as the sounds of typing and communication surrounds me. It only takes a second for me to remember that I am in the sci-fi cabin, an action crew that works against corrupt authority with ethical hacking. Around me, campers are working hard to earn crypto and write more words, participating in daily and weekly activities that are presently the only way we could rise in cabin rankings. I hide a smile as I wash and get dressed, then sit in front of my computer and start typing- today is a great day to earn back what we had lost to Myth.

After completing the daily and earning the points we deserve, I stand up and exit out, preparing to go to Myth and stalk their cabin. Myth and Sci-fi are hostile neutrals towards each other, and are constantly competing for first in cabin rankings, so it’s always important to scout the enemy and know what they’re doing and their battle stats. I enter their comment section, scouring over comments and looking at their dailies. It would not really help our cabin much in any way, but I still enjoy envisioning Sci-fi beating Myth and leaving an extremely big point difference in the future.

By the end of the day, there really is not much for me to do anymore, but I spend the evening working on my weekly and the newly posted daily at 8:00 PM, hoping to be one step closer earning the 3,000 points from the weekly that would bring us a step closer to surpass Myth. I also work on plot designing practice after suffering a short period of writer’s block, not having any idea what to write so resorting to writing rubbish like this. As such, every word counts towards my goal; and I know I’ll be working every day in every way possible to achieve glory for my cabin and myself.

Last edited by angelwings- (July 6, 2022 20:00:10)

i_like_kotlc

daily 7/6/22 - 630 words
virgo prompt

“No,” came the firm response. I sighed. Things would never change, would they? “I'm sorry, but no,” my boss repeated. I prepared to turn my head down in shame and sadness. I had been trying this for months, but I always got the same response. I wasn't ready, or I wasn't right for the job. But I was, and I knew that. If others couldn't see that, then that was their problem. I had been dreaming of this for as long as I could remember. I have photos of myself at age four, already pretending to be a journalist. At age seven, reading five different languages of newspapers over a cup of coffee. Working for the school newspaper, eighth grade. Head reporter. So where had I gone wrong? Why could I no longer do things right? Every day, I hoped that it would finally be the day where I could share my opinions and insight with the world, but every day, I got sent back. With the new hires. I was hardly a new hire though; I'd been working here for months. Something about that day, though, made me pause before walking away.
“No,” I said quietly.
“I'm sorry, what was that?” he asked.
“I said, NO,” I repeated. I was done hiding in the shadows, sick and tired of being treated like I was less talented than the others. “I won't write another fluff piece that you don't even use in the paper. I'm done being treated like a new worker, and if you can't accept that, then I quit.” He looked quite taken aback by my outburst, and, if I was being honest, I was a little surprised with myself too.
“Oh, okay then,” he replied, still blinking in shock a bit, “I suppose I can assign you to shadow another reporter.” I sighed. Slow progress was better than no progress, I supposed.
“So who will I be following?” I asked, hoping that it would be someone who at least tolerated me. I wasn't exactly what you would call popular here, but that was perfectly fine with me. He scanned the room, searching for the nearest reporter.
“Ah,” he exclaimed, “it looks like you'll be following Steven around!” I resisted the urge to groan out loud. Of course it had to be Steven. Out of everyone working here, he was by far my least favorite - one of the few who actually went out of their way to avoid me. Well, this was going to be spectacular. I wondered dimly how long it would take for him to figure out a way to ditch me. Probably not very long.
Surprisingly enough, he was actually fairly pleasant, or at least not unpleasant, the entire time. He even let me write the piece all by myself. That surprised me a bit. Maybe he wasn't actually as bad as I thought. And during the day, I got to know him a bit better. Honestly, he wasn't the worst first partner ever. He even admitted that one of his main reasons for avoiding me was the fact that I was generally so shy and quiet, but I think he could tell that reporting is truly what gets me to open up.
I decided to write the entire article in one day. At four am, I finally shut off my laptop, having finished. When I arrived at work the next day, I set the papers down on top of my boss's desk, eagerly awaiting his opinion.
“Wow,” he remarked. “Did you write this?” I nodded eagerly. “You show some real talent in your writing! Maybe next time I'll let you write your own piece,” he finished. I pushed through the doors of his office with an enormous smile on my face. Best day ever.

ItsTotalyNotMe

Daily writing thing for dystopian, I did the Sagittarius one, I focused on the spontaneous theme:
(501 words)

The man sat, glued to the screen. The storm, it rumbled, cascading across the edges of his mind. No time for that today. He stared at his reflection, stretched and warped across the television set. His face? Blank. The screen? Blank. Walls? Blank. Blank, blank, blank, everything blank. The storm crept closer. No time for that. Then, a click and a buzz, the screen was wrenched fourth from its slumber. Through some deep, simple instinct, the man let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob, his anguish was held suspended in the empty room. His sound violently removed the blankness from the room and painted it with furious strokes. For a mere moment, the storm subsided. Then, the screen let out a barrage of buzzing, it killed his beautiful anger. This only began to wrench more fury from the man and he began to laugh. The screen fought against this, it screamed in protest. The man leapt up from his seat, and released every ounce of his anger into the stagnant air. For a while, the man was winning the battle, his laughter beating the screen to the ground, ripping apart the soulless force that drove the thing. But the man knew he would not win this fight, the screen would, inevitably, call for reinforcements, and he would be helpless. So, he grew silent, he slowly sat back down, and he let the screen show him its spiel. A few minutes of its jargon passed, and the storm riled up again. The man became suddenly furious at his surrender to the screen and he quickly stood up. The screen grew dead silent, anticipating his next move. The silence in the room was almost overpowering. The man’s muscles twitched in anticipation, he faced the door and waited. The screen watched in fascination as the man gathered his reserve. The man leaped for the door and clawed at the knob. The door ripped open and he poured into the endless streets. He ran and took in great lungfuls of the outside air. The rows of dull, cubic houses blurred as he grew faster and faster. With every impact of his feet upon the ground, he killed the storm, he killed the screen. He began to laugh again, this time with sheer and utter joy. He wondered if the people in the houses besides him could hear his blinding joy. He laughed louder, he would make them hear him. He would make them release their joy. And their anger. Their sadness, fear, excitement, and uncertainty would all pour out and destroy the blankness of the world. His laughter reached the people. His laughter reached their screens. The people shouted, so did the screens. He stopped running. His legs slackened as he sat down to catch his breath. He looked up at the sky, a streaking red sunrise burned across it, he smiled. He’d started a war, his beautiful war, a wonderful war that had already been won the moment it started.

Last edited by ItsTotalyNotMe (July 6, 2022 17:16:38)

create12now

create12now wrote:
Ebsjms everyone's so organized with this so I'll try to too:

daily:

07/02/22
https://blankslate.io/?note=714230

07/03/22
https://blankslate.io/?note=714556

07/05/22

Sagittarius - spontaneous, answers will come to you at the right time with the right people

Gray clouds envelop the sky, dropping seeds of water. A child's balloon is lost in the heavy rain, floating up toward the sky before getting lost in the clouds, not to be seen. My life seems like that, a continuous push upward, no moment of rest, no escape. I am filled with something meant to float, unless I have an anchor. But without an anchor, the higher I go, the more I leave behind. The ground is further than ever, and impossible to reach. Because once you are up, why would you want to go down? There is only one direction in this life, up. On rainy days I feel connected to the ground. I am a raindrop, visiting the ground. Melting in it, embraced by it, inhaling it. These are the days that when everyone else is sad, I can be happy. I am free to jump in puddles, frolic about, dance, sing. But this poor raindrop is captive in a prison, unable to escape. Life was a chapter written long before my birth, and once I had finally arrived to this world, the chapter lived to its every word. My life was spent as a character, adhering to every word of my author. My mother. Academic excellence was not an option, but an expectation. In fact, my life was devoted to fulfilling it. Hours spent educating myself on countless subjects, the literary works of dead white men, useless self-help books. Social life was not an expectation, not even an option, in fact; it was forbidden. I'll admit, I was obedient to most of the rules my mother set for me; but a life outside of the world my mother had created for me lured me. Adele introduced me to it. She was my world. A universe we created for ourselves, and ourselves only, where there were no rules or restrictions. We were free to do anything we wanted. We were free to fall in love. But our universe didn't fit in the one my mother had created. She did not fit. we did not fit. Finally in my life, i had a choice to make by myself. Adele or mother. I panicked. I had never stepped out of my cage before. I had always seen it as my home. Adele was a drop of sugar in a puddle of mud. Dissolving before even getting to enjoy it. I chose mother. She left. Leaving behind a number. I had gotten a phone for my 18th birthday, but I was scared to call her. Of course, I'd always wondered why she left behind her number for me to call. But for 3 years, fear overwhelmed curiosity as I floated deeper into the above. But this rainy day, I was yearning, ravenous for escape. The ghost of a rebel possessed me as I picked up the phone, pressed the numbers through and listened to the ring. She picks up the phone.
“Hey.” I whisper.
“Are you ready, for your escape?” I can practically hear her smile through the phone.
I smile back, glancing out the window, already feeling the splash from jumping in the puddles and dance in the rain.
“More than ever.”

weekly:

07/02/22
https://blankslate.io/?note=715265

07/06/22

other:

07/01/22
https://blankslate.io/?note=713855

Last edited by create12now (July 6, 2022 17:19:19)

create12now

create12now wrote:
create12now wrote:
Ebsjms everyone's so organized with this so I'll try to too:

daily:

07/02/22
https://blankslate.io/?note=714230

07/03/22
https://blankslate.io/?note=714556

07/05/22

Sagittarius - spontaneous, answers will come to you at the right time with the right people

Gray clouds envelop the sky, dropping seeds of water. A child's balloon is lost in the heavy rain, floating up toward the sky before getting lost in the clouds, not to be seen. My life seems like that, a continuous push upward, no moment of rest, no escape. I am filled with something meant to float, unless I have an anchor. But without an anchor, the higher I go, the more I leave behind. The ground is further than ever, and impossible to reach. Because once you are up, why would you want to go down? There is only one direction in this life, up. On rainy days I feel connected to the ground. I am a raindrop, visiting the ground. Melting in it, embraced by it, inhaling it. These are the days that when everyone else is sad, I can be happy. I am free to jump in puddles, frolic about, dance, sing. But this poor raindrop is captive in a prison, unable to escape. Life was a chapter written long before my birth, and once I had finally arrived to this world, the chapter lived to its every word. My life was spent as a character, adhering to every word of my author. My mother. Academic excellence was not an option, but an expectation. In fact, my life was devoted to fulfilling it. Hours spent educating myself on countless subjects, the literary works of dead white men, useless self-help books. Social life was not an expectation, not even an option, in fact; it was forbidden. I'll admit, I was obedient to most of the rules my mother set for me; but a life outside of the world my mother had created for me lured me. Adele introduced me to it. She was my world. A universe we created for ourselves, and ourselves only, where there were no rules or restrictions. We were free to do anything we wanted. We were free to fall in love. But our universe didn't fit in the one my mother had created. She did not fit. we did not fit. Finally in my life, i had a choice to make by myself. Adele or mother. I panicked. I had never stepped out of my cage before. I had always seen it as my home. Adele was a drop of sugar in a puddle of mud. Dissolving before even getting to enjoy it. I chose mother. She left. Leaving behind a number. I had gotten a phone for my 18th birthday, but I was scared to call her. Of course, I'd always wondered why she left behind her number for me to call. But for 3 years, fear overwhelmed curiosity as I floated deeper into the above. But this rainy day, I was yearning, ravenous for escape. The ghost of a rebel possessed me as I picked up the phone, pressed the numbers through and listened to the ring. She picks up the phone.
“Hey.” I whisper.
“Are you ready, for your escape?” I can practically hear her smile through the phone.
I smile back, glancing out the window, already feeling the splash from jumping in the puddles and dance in the rain.
“More than ever.”

weekly:

07/02/22
https://blankslate.io/?note=715265

07/06/22

ASOUE
-character sheet-

*quick note, from the tv show i had watched abt ASOUE, beatrice was mentioned in the very last episode so for the ones i didn't know about i just guessed.

Series : ended (tv show)
Beatrice Baudelaire II

Pronouns : she/her
Sexuality : unknown??
Species : human

Strengths : Intelligent, curious,
Weaknesses : none that i know of

General view on life : free and secluded; later on realising it is cruel but tolerable

Tendencies -

- Asking questions most cannot answer : staying the same
- Very open about her opinions, sometimes coming out insensitive : improving slowly
- Isolating herself from others, refusing to collaborate in group projects : improving slowly
- Overexerting herself : staying the same

Situations -

Loss of a friend :
- Will isolate and starve and neglect any self-care duties for a month max.
- Will work to preserve their memories of friend
- Manages to get back up in the end
Romantic struggles :
She confesses they reject - Will avoid them out of embarrassment
She rejects they confess - Feels awkward and avoids them
When she and significant other fight - Will wait for them to apologize or come to her first, even if it was her mistake

other:

07/01/22
https://blankslate.io/?note=713855

Peach_Drawing

daily - july 6
words: 503
prompt: aquarius :shrug:

“No. No. No!” April paced around the room at a furious pace. She paused and pressed her hand to her chest- why was her heart beating so quickly? “Who- when? How am I- why?!”
“April, are you okay? Why are you so worried?” May asked from her seat at the living room table. “Isn’t it the weekend? And school ended. There’s nothing to stress about.”
“Maybe for you, but I have to do everything! Just today, I have to do research, finish the project from last year, the daily, the rest of the weekly- all in the next twenty-four hours! Do I look okay to you?!” April shouted.
“April. Just relax, it will be fine,” May said. “It doesn’t matter what you have to do, you just need to relax and take a break.”
“No! You’re not listening to me! Acknowledge my feelings or- or something! I don’t have the time to take a break, not when I have a daily, weekly, project, and research to do!”
“Why do you even have so much to do? Isn’t it- aren’t you supposed to just relax during summer?”
“But I signed up for all of these things of my own free will! But I need to do one more daily and the last weekly to be able to get the final hard-worker badge for writing camp and I have until today to complete the project and I still have to do research and find images!”
“Why do you have so much to do? What’s important about these badges?”
“I need to get them because they’re super pretty and personalized by the leaders who stay up at night to finish them and I don’t want my cabin to lose and their work to go to waste!” April shouted, much louder this time.
“What is with your attachment to the cabin?” May asked. She didn’t look up from the book she was reading. “Why do you care? It’s just a stupid competition.”
“I care because-” April sighed and walked over to where May sat, then yanked the book out of May’s hands. “Okay. Look at it this way, May. One day, somebody walks up to you and asks you why you’re stressed out about your homework and your reading competition because you’re supposed to relax when you’re not in school and that it’s just a stupid competition, so why are you so stressed about it?”
“I’m so stressed about it because I don’t want to lose,” May replied. She reached for her book back, but April kept it out of reach. “Now give me back my book.”
“Exactly,” April replied. “That’s why I have to do these things. And I’ll give you back your book if you give me some help with pasting the pictures onto the posterboard.”
“Ugh. You have yourself a deal,” May said with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll help you do your boring thing and I’ll do my boring thing afterwards.”
“Alright, sounds fair,” April shrugged as she handed May her book.

scratch_warrior_cat

A Leo’s Choice

Main Cabin Daily, July 6th: Do you believe in horoscopes? Today, find your sign’s horoscope at https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/711163750 and use it as a writing prompt! Write at least 500 words to earn 600 points for your cabin, and earn an additional 200 points for sharing proof of your writing. If you would prefer not to reveal your zodiac sign, you can choose a random horoscope. If there are other reasons you are uncomfortable with this daily, contact someone on the daily team (see bottom of description) and we’ll give you an alternative prompt.

593 words

Author's Note: I decided to choose the horoscope based on my character, rather than based on me. Here is Kyrie's story.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Breathe in, breathe out. In. out.
Kyrie slowly opened her eyes, letting awareness of the world gradually flow in. It was a new day. A good day. Time to get started.
Working as quietly as she could, she grabbed the broom from under her bed and swept the floor. With a snap, her covers were flat and smooth, tucked neatly just as her master had taught her over the past year.
She grabbed her shoes and slid them on, then fastened her satchel over her tunic. Stowing away the broom, she reached into the gap between her bed and the wall where she kept her staff, drawing it out slowly. The thick wood held the beginnings of an intricate carving, and Kyrie traced her fingers over it, visualizing what it would look like once it was finished. Then she shook her head, hearing an internal voice that told her to stop daydreaming. She slung the staff into its strap and over her back, and reached for the door.
As an afterthought, Kyrie snatched her cloak and slid it over her shoulders before heading out of the small room. She shivered slightly at the blast of cold that hit her, wrapping the cloak around herself more tightly. After waiting to let a Master pass, she hurried down the courtyard toward the training area.
Master Talos was already waiting there, polishing off his sword. “You’re late,” he commented conversationally.
She wasn’t, but experience had taught her better than to say so. But… something told her that today might be different. “I’m early.”
Or maybe not. “Well then.” Master Talos narrowed his eyes. “Why don’t you spend some of that extra time cleaning the training grounds?”
Breathe. Kyrie turned away so Master Talos wouldn’t be able to see the fury warring inside her. She grabbed a broom and swept viciously at the ground. Take that, dust.
The anger helped her focus, and she finished faster than she ever had before. Full of energy, and slightly red-faced from the workout, she turned back to her Master to await orders.
“Your weapon,” he beckoned.
Kyrie reached back and pulled her staff out, relishing the way Talos’s eyes darkened at the sight of the fresh carvings engraved on its surface.
“I didn’t give you permission to do that,” he growled, snatching the staff away and examining it closely.
“Respectfully, Master, I didn’t need it.” Her mind was clear and free of regrets. “Tradition dictates that apprentices must choose their weapon on their own.”
Ha! Satisfaction filled her as she saw the look of surprise on her master’s face. Usually, it was he who was giving her that kind of speech.
“Looks like you do know the way to the library when it suits you.” Master Talos tightened his grip on the staff. “There’s still time. I’ll file a request to the council that you made a mistake and will choose another weapon.”
“I don’t want another weapon!” How dare he try to turn this around! “I chose the staff, and I’m going to keep it. Besides,” Kyrie added, “I’ve already started engraving it. You know there’s no going back now.”
He held her gaze for a long time. As the silence stretched on, Kyrie felt a fidget working up inside her, but she forced herself to stay firm.
“Very well,” he finally spoke. “You made your choice. Now you must live or die with it.”
Talos tossed the staff back, and she caught it with one hand. “Show me what you can do.”

Mango_smoothieee

Curtis’s stomach rumbled, he wondered why no one had brought him his breakfast yet. Mrs. Wallace had not come to fetch him either, it felt like everyone had forgotten about him. Giving in to his hunger, he got up and walked over to the dressing table. He brushed his hair and tilted his hat just so to the perfect point, after all you must dress like you mean.
Looking at his reflection one last time, Curtis walked out of his chambers and made his way towards the staircase under the watchful eyes of the numerous royals who had once resided in this very estate. Their painted faces were encased in huge frames laboriously carved to perfection. An eerie silence followed Curtis wherever he went. There was a startled pause when he passed, but the moment he was gone the whispers began again. He could tell something was going, perhaps some fresh bit of gossip? Or could it be- a-about?
Curtis’s thoughts were interrupted when hunger brought him back to his task at hand. His mere mortal existence required food to sustain, and he could not die just yet with so many things still undone. Of course not.
After descending the stairs, the kitchens were just at the end of the next hallway. Even there the cooks run around in a hurry preparing for what seemed to be a tremendous feast. Like always no one bothered to tell him, just what was going on. Disgruntled, he grabbed a bunch nice fresh muffin along with a glass of milk, which he quickly gulped down. He did not notice as the cooks and servants snatched brief glances at him, sympathetic words whispered. Eventually one of the more elderly women decided to approach him,
“Now Dear, why don’t go find you governess, Mrs. Wallace? She was looking for you earlier.”
Curtis looked up at the plump old woman. Her eyebrows creased in worry for- him?
“Oh really? Where is she now? And why didn’t anyone get me my breakfast?”
“Ohh, Er- you see everyone is so busy and Mrs. Wallace has so much to do she, it must have slipped out of a mind. If you want you can stay in the kitchen, with us while she is busy”
“Actually, I’ll go and have a nap” Though he wished to stay in the nice warm kitchen with everyone fussing over him, he was ever so curious to know what was causing all this excitement as well. So, Curtis decided to wander the castle in search of his governess or perhaps someone else, anyone really who could tell him what was going on, and he did not want any sweet lies he wanted the truth. So on his quest he went traversing throughout the castle, up and down the seemingy never ending flight of stairs, across wide stretches of lawn, down lengthy corridors. Really, it was awfully tiring, and being but a child Curtis finally gave up and retired to his chambers. Where he cuddled up in his bed and immediately fell asleep.

SoyLenaEphedia

i used random names (and i added some peoples from swc too owo)
btw, grammatical correction is appreciated since english is not my first language!!!!
this is the only thing i could imagine with the prompt since its summer lmao
Scorpio prompt:

Its a nice sunny day and Layla‘s chilling while browsing on her phone, it‘s currently 7 am. She texts one of her friends, June.
“Hey wanna hang out later? I have time after 4pm!”
June doesn‘t reply, and Layla has to go to her summer school so she turns her phone off and finishes breakfeast before going on her bicycle to go to summer school. She arrives and waves at her summer school friends. Her friends smile at her and wave back. Layla walks up to them and says “Do you know whats on today‘s schedule?”
“Ack we‘ll be going on a horse riding trip with the group D this morning until 1, then your group with group A will go on the same trip!” one of them says.
“Or something like that! Not quite sure…” Says the second friend.
“Nuuuu, my group is gonna annoy me again!” says Layla.
“Don‘t worry it‘l be fine! Tomorrow is gonna be fun! The organisators said we‘ll do something with all 4 groups tomorrow!”
“Oof, okay! Then see you guys tomorrow or later on Skype to play Genshin or Minecraft!”
“Okay! See ya!” Say the two friends and prepare for the trip.
“Welp, i wonder what we‘re gonna do now…” thinks Layla.

“Kids, listen up! While group B and D are going on the horse riding trip we‘re going to go do some warm up exercises and then we‘re gonna be drawing some things for the final picture! Please draw your things on your own and do not copy! Every drawing will need to have your name on it and be unique we do not want drawings that look similar, be original”
“Great, something i have to do on my own now… and the worst part i cant even draw good!” Says Layla.
“You can add things like your favorite celebrities, influencer or streamers or singers! Or anything you want!”
After the exercises Layla starts to draw her drawing. She tries to look around the table to see what the others are drawing to make sure she doesn‘t has too many similarities with the other drawings.
One of the girls, Lensie drew herself, her friends, owls, cats and her favorite youtube group Happy duo featuring minecraft youtuber and Streamer BadBoyHalo and Skeppy! Since they are a very big Happy duo fan. They also drew a rainbow, and wrote untop of it with a white ballpoint gel pen “The Gays Slay Don‘t Slay The Gays” with a little doodle of Ranboo and Aimsey.
On the other side there was Birdi, she drew a Bird, a pile of books and most importantly a photographer! She is an amazing photographer!
Layla looked to one more girl, Moonlit. She drew a drawing ravenclaw themed and it had a little “SWC” sign! It was awesome!
She turns around and over hears the boys and a few other girls gossiping, she was very intrigued, but decided to mind her own business and get her drawing done so that she could have her little snack.
Layla then continued her drawing and then goes home after the horse riding trip. She checks her phone and June left her on read. She then calls her 2 friends from the summer school but they don‘t answer.
“Well i guess im alone today!”
Layla decides to go play Minecraft Woolwars on Munchymc.

-Fin-

hope y‘all like my lil story

LunarRenegade

Hi there. I know this will get buried, but comment on my prof if u can help…

https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/615614/?page=1#post-6439935

pages-of-ink

Daily 7/6

”Don’t automatically assume that you can work out all your problems by yourself, Cancer. Just the act of talking things out with others can help shed light on a situation that was baffling you earlier. Enlist the help of others in areas where you need help. Don’t be ashamed to ask for assistance. We all have problems and issues to deal with. You aren’t alone.”

I throw myself onto the bed, fighting back a sob, and bury my face in a pillow. The tears rise to my eyes, and this time I let them flow. It brings me a strange sense of relief, to finally be able to cry. I almost feel better about this whole afternoon. Almost.

Someone raps on the door. “Maddy? Maddy, can I come in?”

Oh, shoot. I sit up, trying unsuccessfully to wipe the tears and snot from my face. The pillow is practically soaked from my cry. “Yeah.”

The door opens a crack, revealing the person on the other side. Dawn, my older sister. She sticks her head inside, taking in my tear-stained face and red eyes. “You’re crying.”

“Not anymore,” I hiccup.

“Why?” she demands, coming inside to sit beside me.

I consider telling her to leave, then decide that I don’t have the energy.

“Maddy,” she says, putting a meaningful emphasis on the word. “Tell me.”

“Amy and I got in a fight today,” I say at last.

“All best friends do at one point or another,” Dawn replies.

“It was really bad,” I whisper, fingers twisted in my lap. “She said she wouldn’t talk to me ever again.”

“You’ve been best friends for years,” my sister assures me. “I don’t think she actually meant it. You should talk to her tomorrow.”

“I don’t know.” I stare into my lap, refusing to meet Dawn’s eyes. “I told you, it was a really bad fight. I was furious with her. And she…” I swallow, not wanting to say say.

“What were you arguing about?” Dawn asks gently.

“It was really stupid and silly,” I tell her with a shaky laugh. “We’re reading this book, and I told her I shipped two of the characters in it, and she told me I was wrong to ship them. And I got mad at her for telling me that I couldn’t have my own opinions about the characters, and I told her so. And she was so… so offended. And we just kind of blew up at each other, until the argument wasn’t really about ships anymore. We were just insulting each other. Then Amy decided she’d had enough, and screamed that she would never talk to me again.”

Dawn rubs her forehead. “Ship wars,” she mutters. “Gosh, am I glad I left the Keeper fandom after middle school.” Then she turn to look at me. “Maddy, if you and Amy value your friendship at all, you aren’t going to let something like this end it. You both let something dumb like a conversation about fictional characters explode into a heated argument. Don’t let that ruin what you have together.”

“I don’t want it to!” I exclaim. “I never wanted it to. But I made it happen, and now I’m not sure how to fix things.”

“I guarantee you that Amy feels the same way right now. What you need to do is apologize. Talk it out in person, text her, or something. I’m sure she’ll tell you that she regrets everything too, and then you’ll be able to work it out together.”

I stare at my sister. “Thanks, Dawn. That’s actually… really helpful. I’ll do that.”

“You better.” She stands up. “I’ve seen ship wars and other petty arguments ruin a friendship too many times. I don’t want that to happen to you and Amy.”

I watch as she leaves my room, her footsteps receding down the hall. Then I dive for my phone, opening up my contact list to find Amy.

It’s time to put our friendship back together.

Word count: 600

Last edited by pages-of-ink (July 6, 2022 19:13:58)

ChueyTheCat

First weekly
Total words: 2607

Character sheet (90):
Name: Picket Longtreader
Series: The Green Ember
Gender: Male
Species: Rabbit
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Often moody, and holds a grudge easily
Family: Whittle Longtreader (father), Sween Longtreader (mother), Heather Longtreader (sister), Jacks Longtreader (brother), Garten Longtreader (uncle), Wilfred Longtreader (uncle)
Weaknesses: He's often stubborn, and is angered easily. He also used to have a fear of heights and birds
Strengths: He works hard to overcome his fears, and is good at fighting
Tendencies:
Loses his temper easily
Doesn't always listen to advice
Doesn't always focus on what's best for others

Scenario (403 words):

Picket crouched in the undergrowth, watching carefully for any signs of the enemy.
If his plan worked, they would win a great victory, one that would bring them that much closer to defeating Morbin Blackhawk.
If it failed, all was lost, and everything they had worked towards, everything he had worked towards, would be worthless.
He looked at his companions, and motioned them to come over.
Sneaking through the forest, they managed to elude the birds circling overhead, watching for their prey.
But they were watching in the wrong spot. The distraction had made sure of that, and Picket and his soldiers should be fairly safe as they traveled through the forest.
Picket was glad that the princess and Heather were safe. This mission was far too dangerous to risk their lives, and with it, the hope of the Cause.
He smiled a bit, thinking of Heather. She’d always been a good storyteller, and now she was known as the Flame of the Cause, her story reaching far and wide, waking hope in those who had ceased to rebel long ago.
And the princess, Emma.
Thinking of her was more painful, for he only knew she was a princess because Smalls had died.
Died because of him.
He shook his head.
He couldn’t dwell on such thoughts, not now.
He had to fight.
Picket and his company of soldiers finally emerged from the forest, and when he saw what was there, Picket’s heart nearly stopped.
He looked around, his sword clenched tightly in his hand.
They were surrounded.
They were betrayed.
Rabbits began to murmur, worried, as the wolves advanced.
Picket jogged up to Jo Shanks.
“Have your archers ready,” he said quietly. “Things aren't going as planned.”
Jo nodded.
Picket looked over the handful of soldiers. They were all skilled warriors, but they didn't stand a chance against the thickly gathered enemies.
Picket lifted his head.
If they died, they would go down fighting.
Picket stood where all the soldiers could see him. They went silent, staring up at him.
“What's happening?” one asked.
Picket swept his gaze over them.
“We're surrounded,” he said. “But that won't stop us. We'll fight to the end, for the Cause and Crown. My place beside you! My blood for yours! Till the Green Ember rises, or the end of the world!”
The soldiers roared along with him.
Picket raised his sword.
He was ready to fight.

Character voice
NOTE: The events of this fanfiction will not match up exactly with the actual story

Bluestar (155 words)–
Ambitious.
That’s one word a lot of Warriors fans wouldn’t use to describe Bluestar, but it’s true. She’s ambitious. I mean, she gave up her kits so she could become the deputy! Not a lot of queens would do that.
Distrustful.
We all saw what happened to Bluestar as the series went on. Her trust had been so thoroughly shattered it shattered her mind, too. But even before that, Bluestar wasn’t that trustful.
Commanding.
I mean, she was a leader! She had to be commanding.
Strong.
Look at Bluestar’s life. She lost three deputies, her mate, one of her kits, her sister, and her mother while she was alive. That’s a lot of grief for one cat to carry. Yet she did. She is strong, and that reflects in her voice.
Bluestar made some choices she regretted, and she suffered the consequences. She’s one of the more tragic characters, but she’s also an important one.

Ravenpaw(134 words)–
Nervous.
When you hear the word Ravenpaw, what’s the first word that comes to mind? Nervous. Jumpy. Scared. Sure, he’s got an evil mentor, but Ravenpaw is also wound up pretty tight.
Brave.
I can practically hear you laughing, but let me explain. What would you do if you were in his place? Imagine that your scary mentor killed a cat before your very eyes, and now your life is in danger every second? Imagine that same mentor hates your friends, hates you, and hates your Clan?
Yet Ravenpaw still did the right thing, and told his friends what really happened.
The thing about Ravenpaw is, his character changes so much it’s hard to describe it. He goes from this jumpy little apprentice to a somewhat laid-back cat. But I think this will do.

Bluestar’s point of view(303 words)–

Bluestar watched as the new apprentice shoved dirt over his kittipet collar, the fur around his neck still pressed flat from wearing it. He had done well, and would be a valuable addition to the Clan. He already fought like a warrior.
A purr pressed against her throat.
She had chosen well.
Cats murmured amongst themselves, eyeing Firepaw with distrust and contempt. But Bluestar was sure that in time, they would accept Firepaw as one of their own.
The real reason she had chosen him to join the Clan was unknown to them, and she wondered if she should tell them.
No, that would only cause trouble. Besides, Bluestar wanted to prove that Firepaw could handle this.
Fire alone could save the Clans.
She remembered when Spottedleaf had received the prophecy. Bluestar trusted her medicine cat, and as the sun glinted off Firepaw’s pelt, she was almost certain he would be the one to fulfill the prophecy.
At first, it confused her. Fire was destructive and deadly, and she couldn’t see how it would save them, of all things. But then Graypaw had happened upon this young tom, and now it made sense, as the prophecies always did at some time or other.
Yowls interrupted her thoughts, and she turned.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw what was causing it.
The limp body of her deputy was being laid on the ground.
Redtail.
He couldn’t be dead.
Grief filled her, and she let a heartbroken wail scrape out of her throat.
She already knew they had lost the battle with RiverClan.
How many more would have to die? How many more brave warriors would give their lives?
Firepaw looked scared and uncertain, seeing the body, and Bluestar wondered if he regretted his decision.
She couldn’t lose him too, not now.

Ravenpaw’s point of view(345 words)–

He was scared.
Tigerclaw had told him to go back to camp, but Ravenpaw had stayed instead. Now he crouched in the undergrowth as Tigerclaw killed Redtail.
Blood pooled on the ground, and Ravenpaw flinched, his pelt spiking. What if that had been him? What if it was him, in the near future?
He should’ve run away, but then nobody would have known that Tigerclaw was the one who killed Redtail.
Why would he do it?
Ravenpaw shivered as he realized.
Tigerclaw wanted to be a deputy.
And with Redtail gone, the path was clear. If Bluestar chose him, which was likely, Tigerclaw would someday lead ThunderClan.
Ravenpaw hoped that never, ever happened.
Maybe Bluestar would choose some cat else, one that wasn’t staring at Ravenpaw with anger in his eyes.
Wait.
Ravenpaw squeaked in terror as Tigerclaw loomed over him.
This was it. This was the end of him.
Ravenpaw was a goner.
Tigerclaw snarled at him.
“Nobody hears of this, understand?” he growled.
Then he turned away, leaving Ravenpaw shaking so badly he wasn’t sure he would be able to walk back to camp.
ThunderClan retreated, but they weren’t the only ones who had lost a deputy. RiverClan bowed their heads as they carried Oakheart away to their camp. Ravenpaw stared at Redtail, terror filling him.
There was no way he could let Tigerclaw become deputy.
But what could he do to stop him? Tigerclaw could kill him as easily as he had killed Redtail.
He couldn’t tell anybody.
He’d always known Tigerclaw didn’t really like him. He thought Ravenpaw was too timid, too jumpy. He was hard on his apprentice, pushing him to his limit.
Ravenpaw was just about there now, replaying the battle over and over in his head.
Tigerclaw had done it so easily.
Ravenpaw was terrified out of his mind now, torturing himself with what-ifs. Every little sound made him jump, and he felt as though his fur were crawling. He wanted to do nothing more than run far, far away.
But he couldn’t do that.
He was trapped.

Fanfiction tropes:

Crossover/Soulmate/Modern AU (772 words)

Fitz Vacker rubbed his palm absent-mindedly.
Rumor had it that when you met your soulmate, your palms would start glowing.
He shrugged.
It didn’t really matter right now.
Sure, there were a lot of girls who were just about dying to be his soulmate, but Fitz himself had never really had a crush. What was the point? If you weren’t soulmates, it was a waste of time, and as far as he knew, his palms had never started glowing.
Okay, fine, the first part wasn’t true. He’d had a crush on Sophie Foster. But she wasn’t his soulmate. That job went to Fitz’s best friend, Keefe Sencen.
Fitz wasn’t jealous. They were happy! They were great together! He was glad for them.
At least that’s what he told himself.
He sat with his friends at lunch, not really paying attention to what he was eating, or the chatter that filled the room.
Even surrounded by friends, he was alone.
Sophie smiled at him once, and he had to look away, forcing himself to tamp down the rising excitement.
A smile did not mean they were soulmates! That slot was already filled by Keefe!
He excused himself as soon as possible, needing some air before his next class started.
His friends watched him go with worry in their eyes, but didn’t follow.
That was good. Fitz needed to be alone.
He sat on a bench overshadowed by a nearby tree, watching the clouds.
The day was crisp and cool, and Fitz wrapped his arms around himself, lost in thought.
Okay, so maybe he was jealous, but not just of Sophie and Keefe. All of his friends had a soulmate! He was all alone.
Left out.
Maybe he’d never have one. Maybe he’d be lonely for the rest of his life.
He sighed.
He just couldn’t do this any longer. Every glance, every smile from Sophie got his hopes up unreasonably high, even though he knew she was just being friendly. He’d seen her kiss Keefe right in front of him! If she’d ever had a crush on Fitz, it was gone now.
If only he could find a soulmate of his own, everything would be fixed. No more jealousy, no more being alone.
But what were the chances of finding one anytime soon? He’d met everyone in the school, and none of them had made his palms glow.
He got up off the bench and headed inside.
He couldn’t fix things by sitting there thinking in circles, that was for sure.

Zelda wasn’t too sure about her new school. For one thing, it was huge. How was she supposed to find any of her classrooms?
For another thing, there were tons of kids who probably already knew each other already. How would she make any friends?
She took a deep breath and opened the doors.
There was only one way to find out.
She smiled a little. Perhaps this was a good thing after all. She might even find her soulmate.
Zelda headed to her first class.
Everybody seemed friendly enough, with a few exceptions. But that was how it went in every school, and Zelda didn’t really mind all that much. Nobody was tripping her in the halls or anything, at least.
She opened her locker–or tried to, anyway. But the door was jammed.
She looked around for anyone who could help her.
“Hey! My locker is stuck, can anyone help?”
A boy came over, frowning at her door.
“May I help you?” he asked.
Zelda nodded mutely, stepping aside. He brushed against her as he reached for the locker.
Zelda felt something strange, and looked down.
Her palms were glowing.
The boy got the locker open, then jerked.
He slowly turned to stare at her with wide, teal eyes.
Zelda forced a smile and put her stuff in the locker as quickly as possible, her cheeks on fire. She could feel his gaze still on her, and she wanted nothing more than to escape.
Closing the locker, she fled to the exit.
It was almost ridiculous, she thought. Certainly not romantic, and definitely not the way she’d pictured it would happen. She’d been dreaming of this day for years, and now it had to happen in such an…ordinary way?
At least he was cute, she thought, and then blushed.
Right before she opened the doors to flee the school, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She slowly turned around to see the boy.
“I’m Fitz, by the way,” he said with a smile.
She gave him a nervous one in return.
“And I’m Zelda,” she replied, and then stepped outside.

SWC fanfiction (405 words)

I open the door a little nervously, glancing around as I do so. It’s my first time at camp, and I’m nervous.
There are a lot of people, too. I shift around uncomfortably, feeling a bit lost. I don’t know what to do.
“Welcome!” a girl says. Her name tag tells me her name is Gen. “I’m going to be your counselor,” she continues. “You’ll be in the Dystopian cabin. This is going to be so much fun!”
Looking at the other smiling Dystopian counselors, I feel a little less awkward
I smile back shyly.
I think it will be.
There are a lot of other kids in the cabin, but I make friends fast. Soon, we’re all laughing and talking together, and then I know.
This is going to be one of the most amazing summers ever.

The activities are fun and creative, and a lot involve mangoes, for some odd reason. But hey, it’s tasty, if a bit sticky. And at night we sit around a campfire, and then we tell spooky stories and eat mango-flavored marshmallows.
And even better?
We get to actually live out the stories we’re writing.
I love the thrill of danger as we collect crown fragments to build a portal, and exploring the castle with my cabinmates is super fun. Sky City is so complex and interesting, and there are so many things to do, including avoiding the Elites. Sometimes, we’ll see other cabins, living out their stories too. The Adventure Parks seem pretty cool, but I would not want to be stuck in the Horror Arcade!
As I collect more fragments, I hear that we have enough to make a crown! Excited, I head to the blacksmith’s. It’s dark in there, and smoky from the fire. I drop the fragments off and head back out. It’s time for one of the big events that every cabin has been waiting for!
This time, it’s all about fanfiction! I’m very excited, because I love fanfiction! You can take all your favorite stories and do, well, anything with them!
I’m hoping there will be a dystopian event too. How cool would that be?
I sit down on the grass to scribble some ideas, smiling to myself. Some I erase, but most I keep, and soon I’ve started working for real, doing all sorts of fun character sheets and crossover stories.
This, like everything else about Scratch Writing Camp, was awesome.

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booklover883322

Date: July 6th
Points: 800
Main Cabin Daily
Word Count: 601
Prompt:
Sagittarius:
Listen closely to the wind, for the
answers are blowing around right in front of you today, Sagittarius. Contact people you haven't heard from in a while. You'll find that you can be quite productive where you least expect it.
Ironically, the less you plan, the more
you'll get done. Be spontaneous in your
actions. Revelations will come to you like
lightning.

Looking through my phone, I scrolled past Casey’s number, Molly’s, Brian’s, and Lola’s. Then I saw HIS number. Rollen’s. My mind flashed back to playing tag in his front yard, playing hide-and-seek at the park, long strolls to and from school. Then the selection happened.

He’s dead now.

I decided to give the number a call anyways. Maybe his mom would pick up or something. I pressed the call button, and after several painful ringing noises, no one answered.

Of course, it probably got thrown away. Why would I even try something like that?

I closed my phone and slid it into my pocket. I stood up from the couch and made my way into the kitchen. I hadn’t been planning on making anything, but I needed some cookies.

After a few (to underestimate) spoons of cookie dough, I slid the cookies into the oven. I sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for the smell of cookies to waft up my nose.

Late night FaceTimes.
Frisbee in the park.
Dog sitting Mrs. Parker’s chiwawa.

My phone’s timer rang, and in my reminiscing, I didn’t even notice the delicious aroma of sugar, caramel and chocolate. I let the cookies cool as the world went into turmoil outside. The fat blobs of water from the sudden downpour pounded the ground and windows.

“The bogeymen go to houses during storms to take the kids from them. The rain disguises them, making them look like black cats and crows.”

Lightning.

“See you later.”

Thunder.

“He disappeared last night during that freak storm.”

Flash.

“The government has issued a threat removal program. Threats will be targeted and disposed of. Stay safe America.”

Boom.

Rollen.

There was a knock at the door and I went to answer it, grabbing a cookie in the process. I opened the door, and in the flashing lightning and darkness of my porch, to me, the group of men looked quite like the bogeymen Rollen talked about.
One of them said to me, “Are you Zara Henderson?”
I nodded.
“Good. Come with us.”
“No.”
The man tilted his head. “No?”
“No.” I replied, balling my fists.
He scoffed. “You’ll come with us. Now.”
Before he could do anything else, I reeled and ran, punching him in the nose before doing so. As I ran towards my back door, I swiped my backpack and jacket, leaving my phone on the counter. I did track when I was 14, so this shouldn’t be too hard, I hope.

My backyard is huge, but that wouldn’t cut it. I ran straight toward the back gate and leaped over it. I cut my thigh in the process, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t get taken like Rollen. That wasn’t happening. I wouldn’t let myself be like him.

“You know, Zara, I’m really glad that I live here.” “Why?” “Because I have good friends here, I can live close to my mom if I go to college, and I’ve got the freedom to do and say what I want.” “I guess that’s a good reason.” “Aren’t you grateful?” “Yes. It’s just that I don’t like most of the people here.” “Why?” “If I said that I wasn’t like them, would you bully me for being a movie trope?” “Yes.” A burst of laughter. After they calmed down. “I just don’t feel like something’s right. I’d really like to live somewhere where the problems here aren’t problems. It’s hard to think that they can be solved.” “Anything can be solved if you try hard enough. Or if you have me.” More laughter.

I don’t have you now, Rollen.

SophIIsa

~ daily #5 - july 5th, 2022 (for the dystopian cabin) ~
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P.S. This is a night late because I had dance class and didn't finish and had to sleep but I didn't want to miss this amazing prompt about proverbs. The proverb I'm using is “A picture is worth a thousand words.” I made it very literal. I also tried to mash together a lot of stories like Mulan, Princess and the Frog, and some other fairytales. But mostly I just made it up. I thought about it during the day in my mind when I had time (yay, that rhymes) but wrote the actual thing late.

Once upon a time, a princess stood on a bridge, staring at her reflection in the water below. She wasn't sure who she wanted to be- a soon-to-be queen? A warrior? An entertainer? All she knew was that she had to decide- fast. She was future of her kingdom. Her mother and father were retiring. Many people wanted her to find a man and rule the kingdom with him. But she didn't think it was that easy.
Suddenly, a dog came trotting along on the grass growing beside the bridge. He looked quite pleased with himself.
“Mr. Dog, sir?” The princess called from the bridge. “What have you been up to?”
"Well, princess, I have just earned myself a dinner.“ He replied pridefully, holding up his paw.
The princess looked at the dog, confused. ”Where?“
”Why, here, princess!“ He was still holding up his paw.
”I don't see a thing.“ The princess remarked.
The dog lay flat on his belly, the disappointment on his face visible. ”Aw, I must be imagining things again. I'm so hungry.“
The princess took pity on the dog. He looked so skinny and frail. But she then she noticed the clear, shiny water with lake whitefish swimming around in it. ”Look, you can eat those fish!“
The dog immediately jumped up, looking much more hopeful. But then his hopeful faced turned back to sadness. ”I can't eat raw fish.“
”Oh,“ the princess sighed, ”But you could at least try."
The dog nodded and grabbed a nearby fish from the water. He gobbled it up in one bite.
Nothing happened for a moment. But then- the dog started changing. He was twisting, squirming, thrashing! He was also shrinking. The princess squealed. She had never seen anything quite like it.
Suddenly, the dog had changed to something completely different. He was now a book. Yes, the books with writing and stories. The princess had already walked down the bridge and she picked up the book gently. The title of it was A Story Recapped In A Thousand Words.
“Hm? What does that mean?” The princess asked herself. She opened the book and began reading.
The first words of the book were “This book contains exactly one thousand words.” The princess looked at it curiously.
“Hey, princess, what are you doing over there with that book?” The princess jumped in surprise. It was the dog!
“But-” The princess spluttered. “You turned into this book!” She held it up for him to see.
“No, I didn't, I ate that fish and then ran into the trees but came back because I wanted to eat more fish.”
The princess looked down in disappointment. “I guess I was just imagining things again.”
But the moment she said those words, she felt the world spinning around her, and the dog felt it too, and both them started getting dizzy. She felt like how she saw the dog like when she imagined him being turned into a book. She felt like she was shrinking.
And then both of them fainted.
But when they woke up, they couldn't move. Or talk. Or even blink.

In an art museum near the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, a beautiful painting hangs on a wall, picturing a young lady with a shiny crown and a dog by her side. But the book is nowhere to be seen.

~ 561 words ~

Stevesdoritos

(Daily for 7/6/22, WIP)
I practically sprang out of bed today,

IzzyRS2010

『 ↳✧･ﾟdaily six ;
510 words

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I couldn't write 500 words about only pisces, so I did 2 other zodiac signs too

Pisces:
It was another late night for Aislinn. She was listening to her friend vent again, and was giving her advice. Her advice was usually helpful, so her friends and others came to her when they needed it. Aislinn gave her friend some tips that she herself would use in the situation that her friend was in, and gave the choice of what to do to her friend.
“Alright, I hope my advice helped. The final decision is up to you. I'm going to go to sleep now, good night!” Aislinn told her friend before logging off the call and closing her laptop. She headed to her room and went to bed. She hoped she had time to sleep in tomorrow, since she had stayed up really late..

Taurus:
Tests are next week, and I have been way too busy to study. My parents are splitting up, and I have not only had to move but I have also had to decide what belongings I want to stay at my mother's house, and which ones I want to move to my dad's new house. Lately, I have been really stressed out with their splitting, and I don't feel like I am prepared to do well on the tests. I didn't know half of what was on them, and I had no motivation to start preparing for the tests anyways. It just feels like my life is falling apart.

I have a spa day planned for today. It is Saturday, and I couldn't think of a better time to go. I had a nice bubble bath, then I put my hair up in a towel and put on a face mask. I got dressed in comfortable clothing and got my nails done, and then after that I went to get my eyebrows done. I was feeling much better already. I went home to eat some snacks and relax. I'm going to study tonight and tomorrow, and be ready to return to school and to take the tests.

Leo:

Summer woke up early on Sunday to go to the gym. They wanted a productive day, since tomorrow they had to go back to dreadful high school. After the gym, they went back home to change and go to the grocery store after. They picked up what they needed and helped a kid reach something high up. Then they went to check out and they were extra nice to the cashier, asking them about their day and talking to them.

Later, Summer came across a person who was homeless and living on the street. Summer asked them if they needed anything, like food or water. The person said they needed food and a tent. Summer nodded and went back to the grocery store to buy more food for them, and then they went to another store to purchase a tent. They came back to the person on the street and gave them what they had bought for them.

After that, Summer got a notification from their phone. They had won the lottery! Good karma, it seems.

ShinewithAanya25

“You're at a dramatic climax in your monthly emotional cycle today, Aquarius. It's possible that you'll erupt like a volcano. Don't be ashamed of releasing these emotions. Your feminine and masculine are quite connected and they're working harmoniously in order to express themselves to the fullest. Open the gates of communication and let the stampede charge through.”
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MC Daily for July 6
Sign: Aquarius
Word count: 555

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

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

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

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

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