Cabin Wars Post

War 1:

190 words of extra challenge

Sunset and darkened clouds beamed in the sky. A gradient of pastel orange spread all over, coloring a joyful demeanor. Birds that hung over the burning sun, which spilled over the horizon, had rough fluffy wings that beamed. With eyes of clear liquid, they had posessed a child-like innocence. Beyond the sunset, lay faint dust speck layers over the horizon. The faint, dusty and wet air brought a nostalgic taste to the desert-like beach. The warmth of the thin specks of sands, rubbing against the bottom of the earth, create a quiet tune. Soon, the thin-barked palm tree leaves slouch, feeling the weight of the atmosphere. Wind, eventually taunting the pricked leaves of the pine, brushes firmly. The system of leaves eventually bleach to a deep emerald green, as the moon shimmers against the obsidian sky. Patches of stars scatter over the regions, poking and staring back at the Earth which holds its ground. The warmth of the ocean dissipates. Though the foaming waves slow, they flow continuously, despite being obscured by night's cloak. Eventually, the heartbeat of the seas will slow, as morning peaks out of the small cracks.

War 3:

502 of extra challenge

Grey laced ferns with tongue-tied beads
Rocking side to side beneath my mouth
Interlacing like systems of seeds
Where are my intentions, pointing south?

Wondering when seeds begin to sprout,
Blooming rose petals falling down
Coloring skies with aroma bouts
When buds round, potential for life is found.

Deep beneath, as we perform our melodies
Over breaking dawn we see
Potential blooming as we create symphonies.
What is in store in your future with me?

Beautiful petals that skyrocket once more,
Fading lullabies sitting in my clasp
Gone are those precious memories we once took for
Granted as they rot in our grasp.

Painful memories commemorate in fall
Stained glass stored in dusting leaves
That decay in grey, yet follows it all
Giving new breath, new life to breathe.

As brown tree-stands are glossed with snow
Bitten in resentment of life
Settling in free bounds algow.
As winter hardens, slowly they lose their sight.

-

Pain flows from my wrists
Things I’ve never wanted to admit
But alas, these words cannot replace my fists
Angering tides of my lips.

Pain we cast ourselves
Day after day, night after night
How do we delve
From our passions for a fading light

Of success, prestige, fame
Pushing our desires aside
Wishing they could know our name
When we succumb to laws we abide.

Doctor, Lawyer, Engineer, Computer Scientist
Straight As, no bees, no birds
Distress pulling on my shoulders- what can I do about this?
When can those voices I’ve suppressed finally be heard?

Questions upon questions, a string of whys?
But how can I overcome obstacles so seemingly difficult
Information I keep to myself, continuing old lies,
Continuing upon cults

Of pressure we want to take
Because we are great enough to take them, even under stress
We know we can do better, have more to undertake
At end of day, will we ever see our success?

This phrase is grammatically incorrect-
I know all of my flaws you don’t need to tell me that
How should I be perfect, achieve all correct
Answers, when I don’t know how to answer my own questions flat

Like a pancake, just that straightforward
Feeling a line rise once again,
Stepping across long bars we sought for,
Feeling those dissipate in thin sand.

-

Exclusion: barring down my hands
Are spaces you don’t see.
Things that hurt me but don’t land
On you because it doesn’t breathe.

I wish, wished so hard that I could be with you
Hanging out, splashing pool water over each other
Carefully crafting, saying words I wish could cut through
“You should stop dealing with them” said my mother.

I guess I’m a hypocrite
Who first told secrets of your love
But does that mean I deserve this?
Exclusion, nights spilling tears above
I don’t deserve this, I say.
I don’t deserve this, I pray.
I do apologize for spilling secrets– that was wrong
Where is our mutual apology- yours for excluding me?

Gossiping in front of my face won’t help your case.

Jacob waited on the edge of the hillside. He knew that once the enemy came down, many of them might die, leaving everything they ever knew behind. “Fill your ammo! Keep grenades with you!” his general shouted. He filled his gun, and aimed it at the top of the hill. The whole patrol fell silent. He felt frightened, knowing this might be the last day of his life. Soon, he saw a patrol rushing down the hill. He ducked under the rock, firing in sequence. He threw a grenade and heard someone's screams echo louder than the rest. He took a moment to look around him, and was hit with pangs of sadness, although he knew he would see this. Several men had fallen, a few of his friends. His channeled his sadness into rage, and continued throwing bombs and shooting. The screaming pierced the air, but he ignored it. Smoke rose into a sky that should’ve been clear, and sunny. Many people died, and several more injured, but he kept fighting. He got shot in his leg, but ignored it. Eventually, the base sent an air force, and they got some moments of relief. He didn’t care about that, and continued to fight. Eventually, they were beaten back, and retreated. Jacob wasn’t too badly injured, and was eager to go again the next week when they attacked a village near the border. Thankfully, not too many people were killed, and most of them were relocated to family members, or towns deeper into their land. His general allowed him to join the patrol, and bidding adieu to his family, he returned to his station as they prepared to make their way to the village that was attacked. He drove a jeep carrying 7 men, and others did too. Some of them brought tanks, and a SOS machine was supplied if need of backup or air force. He drove, remembering all the people he had met, and then lost. Thankfully, most of the injured men healed, though a few died. His old general had been badly wounded, and no one knows if he will recover. He would not give up hope though, for he was fighting for his land, his country, and all of the men and innocent citizens that were killed. He would fight as hard as he could. They soon reached the small village, and were greeted with a scene of despair. Several houses were broken down, and small fires littered the ground. A few bodies laid spread on the ground, victims of the enemy’s cruel and vicious nature. “Search the area! If you find anyone, bring them back. No one is supposed to be here, and sometimes they disguise themselves as villagers, and attempt to ambush.” his new general ordered. They split up, in pairs of two. They reached a decently intact building. His partner (Nelson) nodded, and they entered, guns raised. They searched the rooms, eyes out for an attic or crawlspace. They couldn’t find anything except broken dishes, worn out carpets, tables, and chairs, and spiderwebs. He searched everywhere, but couldn’t find anything. He growled, stamping his foot, yearning for vengeance. Nelson stared at him. “If we find someone, remember, we cannot attack them, unless they do.” he reminded him, a little warily.
“Well then I hope they do.” he muttered. He scanned the ceiling, and was surprised to see a loose ceiling tile. He gestured up to it. Nelson shrugged. “A lot of damage could have happened in these buildings.” he reminded him. He climbed up a table, and pushed the tile. It clattered to the ground, and someone shot out of it. The bullet hit Nelson, and he fell with a cry of pain. Jacob jumped off the table, and quickly dragged him under it. He pulled out his gun, and waited until they began to reload, before jumping from under the table, and shooting to where the bullets were coming from. There was a cry of pain, and then silence. Jacob pushed the table away from Nelson. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned for him. He struggled to his feet. “Okay, I guess.” he replied, and tried to take a step, before falling down again.
“Let me help you.” Jacob said, and let him lean on his shoulder, and they staggered out. They met the patrol back in the middle of the village. “What happened?!” the general asked, gesturing to a soldier with a medkit. “We were attacked sir. They were hiding in the ceiling tiles, and when I moved a loose one, they shot.” he informed. The general growled. “Search the buildings again, the ones with tiled ceilings! Check every single one that looks even a bit loose! All of you!” he ordered, his face red with anger.
“Sir, what about Nelson? His leg-” he began.
“No excuses! Nelson will go with you! I’ve gotten worse scratches by tripping on my driveway!” he said harshly. “Now go!” he ordered, and turned around. It occurred to him that the general hadn’t done anything, not even look around! He just sat around, while they did the work “This is so unfair.” he grumbled, angry at how careless this new general was being. “Why are you complaining?” Nelson asked, a little cheerfully.
“Because he’s letting all his soldiers get hurt, while he stands around doing nothing! Our old general wouldn’t have ever done this!” he said angrily. Nelson sighed.
“I know you’re right, but we have to deal with it. Hopefully soon our old general will be back.” he said. Nelson was a cheery person, and liked to look on the good side.
“Alright.” The time passed quickly, and they didn’t encounter anything or anyone. Soon, everyone reported back, and no one had found anyone. The general looked like he was about to order everyone to search again, when a message beeped through the SOS machine. He sighed with relief, thinking that it was the base, saying they had to report back, but was surprised. The general wouldn’t let anyone see it! He told them to take another round. Jacob narrowed his eyes. He was suspicious. “I’ll be right back,” he said. “Don’t go anywhere.” he added, and turned around, walking back to the clearing. He hid behind the ruins of a hidden house, and watched the general send another telegram. He listened to the beeps, and was shocked by the message he heard. I might need to ditch the mission. Onto me. The general was a spy from the enemies. He ran and told Nelson. “I’ll get the others.” Nelson said.
“I’m coming too.” he said determinedly.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
They gathered around the clearing, surrounding the general. They grabbed him, and took him back to base. Jacob grinned, knowing this was happening, because of him.

Cabin WARSSSS!!!

“Let's run through the mission one more time,” the Instructor says, outlining all of her points in careful detail. I strap my seatbelt on and holster my stun pistol, its light pulsing faint blue. The other cadets around me do the same as the copter takes off. I scan the copter quickly, counting around 15 other cadets all dressed in the same light armour and black mask. I don't know any of their names, just codenames. Everyone involved in Protocol X has one, as our leaders think that revealing our names is to dangerous unless we get captured by 272, the incredibly cruel government of Vineheight City who is not against slavery and torture, as they would then use our names to track us down. That's why we're here today. To take down one of the factions of 272.
“We've reached our first drop zone,” the Instructor says coolly, checking her clipboard. “Glass, Pine, and Bear, this is your stop.” Three cadets nod, then dash over to one of the doors, and jump out, activating their parachutes on the way down. We fly for a few more minutes until our Instructor calls out, “Cadets Thorn, Fox, and Scarab, you're taking this one.” Two boys and a girl stand up. The Instructor scribbles something on her clipboard and looks over at me. “Moon, you go too.” I nod, then walk over to the door with the others and jump. Time seems to slow down as I free-fall. The wind whips past my face and as I plummet further down, a large concrete building comes into view. One of the 272's headquarters. I realise I'm about to hit it and frantically grabs for my parachute cord, but… it's not there. I realise that it's been cut, my fingers touching the frayed edge.
My mind burns with one word as I hit the cold building.
Betrayal.

(wip)



A different story cuz why not? A poem this time

Winter

I see
Rain
Falling from the sky
Like the
Tears
Of the earth
Weeping for what has been lost
Crying
Pouring
All of its sorrow into
The ground
Which eagerly accepts the
Water
With open arms and thirsty roots
I feel
Cold
Ice
Running through me
Then suddenly
Warmth
A soft, woollen
Blanket
Here for comfort
In the cold winter
Wrapping
Its comfort around me
And whispering
Sweet words
Into my ears
Until
I fall
Asleep

Cabin Wars - 7.8.22
Word count: 476

I finished writing this and the war challenge had already been completed. Oh, well.

I feel my heart accelerating rapidly as a flash of powerful white light engulfs me from all directions. I try not to scream for the two seconds I’m whisked away from my room and into the fictional island I created.
Six larger-than-life dragons stare down at me curiously.
“So, this is the scavenger?” an orange-and-red sky dragon asks the rest of the dragons.
Still in shock that I’m in the fictional world I wrote about based on the world someone else wrote, I realize that I can actually understand these dragons. I feel like I'm about to collapse from all this information.
“Phoenix, he’s freaking the heck out,” a rose-red dragon, Rose, next to the orange-and-red dragon, Phoenix, said.
“I am,” I tried to say.
“Woah, woah, woah, he’s talking,” the leafy-green dragon — who sat between a chilling ice dragon and a sandy pale dragon — said.
“Hello, everyone,” I said, calming down (at least I felt like it).
“Borealis,” I said, pointing to the ice dragon.
I nodded to the leaf-green dragon who spoke earlier. “Pinguicula.”
“Aureole.” I tapped the pale sand dragon’s arm.
I then waved to the swirling orange-and-gold dragon. “Autumn.”
“Hello,” she waved back with a smile.
I continued my way around the circle, smiling at the rose-red dragon. “Rose.”
“And Phoenix,” I muttered, crossing my arms, appearing upset.
“What do you have against me already?” Phoenix hissed.
I chuckled lightheartedly. “I don’t. Just messing around.”
Taking another look at the huge dragons, I saw that I was just below many of the dragons’ shoulders.
“So,” I started. “Phoenix requested me via fulminare magic. For what?”
“Answers,” Borealis, Rose, and Ping said in unison.
“Because Phoenix found out that I created you all?” I asked, my heart rate starting to rise again.
“I still can’t accept that,” Borealis muttered.
“It’s alright,” I persuaded. “You don’t need to accept it.
Listen, another human, or scavenger, as you dragons call it, wrote this entire concept, this idea into existence in my own human world.
You’ve heard of the Dragonets of Destiny, right Phoenix? Rose? Tui wrote that idea. I built upon it. There are no dragons in reality. My reality.”
“We’re fake,” Aureole whispered in disbelief.
“You six are all very real. In my imagination. In my own separate world. You all are living right now, right?”
Before any of them could say a word, I continued, “Don’t take anything for granted. Cliché, I know. But think about it once or twice a week. Can I have your necklace, Aureole?”
Aureole carefully laid his sun-icon necklace gently into my hands, but I had to drop it on the ground because it felt like it weighed half my weight.
“Thank you, everyone,” I said. Take me back home, I ordered the necklace.
Another whoosh of blinding light later, I ended up on my bed, smiling. Magic.

weekly 1!! hi-fi!

total word count: 4,858

part 1
Character reference sheet for Sookie St. James from Gilmore Girls
Series continuing or ended?: ended
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: straight
Species: human
Strengths: very good, no brilliant, at cooking, friendly, cheerful, hard-working
Weaknesses: a perfectionist and takes criticisms very hard, prone to accidents
General view of life: pretty optimistic that stuff will go great if she just gets everything just right
- romantic interest: married to Jackson Belleville
- friends Michel, Lorelai, Rory, Luke
- family: Jackson (husband) davey (son) martha (daughter) unnamed child, rune (cousin in law)
Tendencies: changing things last minute
Improvement:slowly improved over time, but still not the best
Gets overwhelmed when she has to make big choices
Improvement: used to result in fights and her freaking out, but with the help of her friends she was able to improve this
word count: 132

Prompt: your character is preparing to be meeting somebody they haven't seen in years

“The sauce, Kelsey, the sauce! Coming through, watch out Leo,” Sookie said, carrying a cake she had just taken out of the oven and putting it on a cooling rack. “ She ran to get the frosting she’d just made, knowing of course that it was way too early to put it on, but she wanted to make sure it was all good. Sookie was so focused on her vision for this cake that she nearly ran into her friend Lorelai who was the manager of the Independence Inn. Lorelai put her hands out to steady Sookie before she fell over.
“Whoa there, Sookie, unless you can cook while dead you should slow down a little,” Lorelai said, half jokingly.
“Oh Lorelai,” Sookie said with a bright grin. “I was just thinking what if I put some edible flowers on this cake, you know some nice clovers, ooh ooh, and maybe some roses. And I was thinking maybe I’ll add some apricot juice to my frosting just to give it a nice touch, and then I can do some spun sugar and-”
Lorelai cut her off. “Sookie, I love you, but I don’t think Benji Mason is going to want to eat this cake for his seventh birthday.”
“Yes but-”
“Sookie, you can’t keep changing things at the last minute. You already told me you were going to do a volcano cake with dinosaurs. Kids love those. And I love when they’re done on time. The party starts at 3:00.”
Sookie sighed, but then she smiled again. “Oooh! What if I infused it with chili peppers? That wouldn’t take too long…” she mused.
“Oh yeah that sounds awesome. Almost as awesome as getting sued. Which is what the parents are gonna do to us if we let their elementary-school aged kids eat chili peppers,” Lorelai said, voice rising a little. “We can’t start our own inn if we get sued for feeding young children chili peppers in their cake, Sookie. Well we can but it’ll be a heck of a lot slower.”
“I say let zem eat ze chili peppers. I detest children,” said Michel Gerard, the french concierge from the doorway. “Lorelai, ze horrible flannel-wearing man is demanding to see you.” he added with a distasteful wrinkle of the nose.
“Luke?” Lorelai asked.
“As if I care what his name is,” Michel said indignantly. “He reeks of fried food. I swear I am going to be sick.”
Lorelai turned back to Sookie. “Kid-friendly cake!” she said, pushing Michel out of the kitchen as she left too.
Sookie sighed and looked back at the cake in the distance. “I guess I can make a volcano cake. Oh shoot! The rice krispie treats!” she ran to the kitchen, somehow managing to not run into anyone. This was probably due to the fact that most people in the kitchen knew Sookie well enough to know when to watch out for her.
A little while later Sookie had made a fresh chocolate frosting and started to frost the cake. She’d also put another batch of rice krispie treats in the oven for the volcano structure. The first batch had been just a little too over cooked.This cake had to be perfect! Lorelai just didn’t understand. This wasn’t just a cake for some kid; it was a cake for the son of Lennox Mason. Lennox freaking Mason. He and Sookie had been childhood friends and when he’d found out that she was the chef at the Independence Inn, he had asked if she would want to chat and catch up at any point during the birthday party for his son. Sookie hadn’t wanted to say no, but she hadn’t seen him since they were eleven. What if everything was super weird with them? No, no things were definitely going to be extremely weird. What did he even like to talk about now? Because it probably wasn’t what comic books he wanted to get or his action figures. When Sookie was eleven, she’d been very boastful of her cooking, and Lennox and her had gotten into an argument about whose cake was better–hers or his mother’s. So Sookie had told him one day she would bake him the best cake ever. But then he moved away before she ever got a chance. This cake had to be perfect. She knew she was being silly. That had been around two decades ago but she still remembered. She might have had a little crush on Lennox when they were kids… She didn’t now, but still, she was reuniting with one of her best friends from childhood! This called for more than just a kid’s dinosaur cake. But that was what she had to make, and if it was, then Sookie was going to make it the best dinosaur cake anyone had ever seen.
word count: 821

part 2

One of the main seven heroes from heroes of olympus, Leo Valdez’s voice is a little arrogant and overconfident, but masking nervous energy and anxieties about not being good enough. He tends to brag a lot and flirt with any pretty girl he sees, and he seems to always have a joke for everything. A lot of the time though, these jokes are to hide massive amounts of pain. He often feels like the most useless member of the seven, and to try and boost his confidence he used to make many jokes at the expense of others, desperate to make himself feel more useful. Over time he did get better with that stuff. He is still very chaotic and spontaneous, and doesn’t usually seem to care about the outcome of things unless it is actually important. He makes lots of pop culture references, especially to dr. who and gets really excited when he discovers a cool machine or something like that. Over the books he became more mature.
word count: 169

Coach Gleeson Hedge from heroes of olympus may just seem like an angry middle aged man, well satyr, who just likes to boss kids around and call them cupcakes, but he actually turns out to be kind of sweet in a gruff kind of way. To his friends or those he considers to be under his protection at least. To everyone else he definitely has a violent streak and his immediate course of action if left unchecked would probably be k*ll them all. And being overconfident, he believes he can sometimes. Coach Hedge is also very brave and has gotten himself in some pretty serious trouble protecting people. However, despite displays of extreme boldness and reckless energy, he does have some insecurities about the council thinking he wasn’t good enough and because of that he works extra hard to prove he isn’t useless. Plus he’s actually pretty smart and good at figuring out what their enemies are planning. To him, everyone is still a “cupcake” but sometimes that cupcake has his stamp of approval.
word count: 175

Coach: That annoying cupcake Valdez. I’d thought he would appreciate that I was giving him something to do for Mellie’s birthday, because no, Valdez, my wife would not like a metal chicken for her birthday. Instead he’d spent the entire time whining about wanting to make the cake look like something called a dockle or whatever it was. Sounded like some word annoying cupcakes who didn’t care about survival of the fittest said. With every moment that Valdez made everything a total mess. I guess I should have known. That cupcake had zero attention span. I still thought he would do more than just try to eat the raw cake batter, and mortals and demigods have weak stomachs unlike us satyrs so while the cake was baking I’d had to deal with him whining about it. While we were waiting for the cake to be done baking, I’d made the frosting and made sure Valdez didn’t touch it. He would probably put hot sauce in it as a “prank”. In fact, by this point I’d been getting really annoyed with him but he’d stayed in the kitchen, messing with the salt and pepper shakers, eating chocolate chips and making annoying jokes. As much as I’d wanted him to leave I had a good heart. I knew that Georgie kid had been bullying him, and even though I always said survival of the fittest, and even if Georgie was only like eight, Valdez was still my cupcake and so I’d let him stay in the kitchen while I baked. And hey it turned out that his fire powers were probably the one thing that kept that cake from burning, so I guess he did turn out to be helpful in a way. And Mellie liked the cake, loved it in fact. I was in such a good mood that I didn’t even roundhouse kick him when he said she would have liked it better if it looked like a dalek, which was apparently what he’d been saying instead of dockle.But I had learned my lesson, do not bake with Valdez, only make tacos with him.
word count: 355

Leo: Look, it only happened because I was trying to stay away from Georgie who was not bullying me coach! It’s just that she wanted to draw and her drawings are extremely dark sometimes. Besides, making a cake sounded like fun. And I’d had a lot of cool ideas about what we could make the cake look like, mostly it was daleks. I even made a little prototype and drew out plans for the coach and told him Mellie would love it, but he’d refused and called me a cupcake. “No, no coach, see, she’ll love it,” I’d insisted. “She just started watching Dr. Who, she’ll think it’s super cool.”
He’d glared at me and made this grumpy old man harrumphing noise. “She told me she wants a nice simple two tiered chocolate cake. No dockles.”
“Daleks coach, you remember, they're like these battle suits for these little aliens and they exterminate people.”
“You want me to give my wife a cake that looks like a killing machine?”
“I mean we made your birthday cake look like a tank so..”
Coach grumbled some. “Yeah and then she told me my cake shouldn’t be so violent cause Chuck is impressionable.”
I’d laughed out loud at that. This kid had been born during the war with Gaea the freaking princess of potty sludge! He’d grown up during the war with some crazy Roman emperors, but a cake that looked like a killing machine would be too much for him to see? Still I wanted Mellie to have a good birthday. “Okay coach,” I sighed. We finished mixing up the cake batter and poured it into the two pans. While they were in the oven I ate the leftover cake batter because who the heck wouldn’t? And the coach muttered something about my weak stomach. He got really annoying and I was bored so I groaned and clutched my stomach. “Oh, ughhhh Coachhh,” I whined. “Why’d you let me eat all that raw egg. I’m gonna dieeee.” I leaned over the trash can and pretended to gag. The trash can hid my face as I laughed while Coach Hedge grumbled and lectured me about survival of the fittest.
When I looked back up I saw that he was making the frosting. “Oh sweet, I’ll help,” I said, starting to open the milk.Coach Hedge whacked my arm with a spoon. “Absolutely not Cupcake, I don’t need you ruining the frosting.”
“I’m not Frank,” I said defensively, then stopped. “Okay that was rude, but still. Hey wait a second I think the cake is done.” yeah apparently since I have fire powers I’m really good at being able to tell when something is done cooking. Sure enough it was cooked perfectly. After it was frosted we gave it to mellie and she loved it.
word count 470

part 3

based on the show avatar the last airbender. Tropes: oc insert, role reversal, canon divergent. Sorry if i didn;t get the names exactly right but hopefully you know what I mean

The adventure of a lifetime began with my cousins Sokka and Katara arguing about waterbending. Oh yeah, and our boat being smashed on the ice. And the three of us just managed to leap onto a large sheet of ice.
“What was that steering, Siku?” Katara shouted angrily at me.
“Oh I thought your waterbending was supposed to help us with stuff like that? Stupid girls,” he muttered. “Ruining everything.”
I chewed my lip, looking away. “I wouldn’t have had to steer if you two weren’t so busy arguing.”
Katara sighed and put a hand on my shoulder. “You’re right Siku, we shouldn’t have made you do that. Especially with your bad arm.”
“Bad arm? Ha! I wish that was my only excuse for being horrible at steering.” I looked back at the water and our smashed canoe. “Well, we aren’t getting back that way.”
Sokka sighed. “Guess that means we’ll have to swim back. Don’t worry I won’t let you two drown. I know girls aren’t as good swimmers as men.”
“Sokka, you sexist knucklehead,” Katara growled, waterbending some water at him to splash him in the face.
“Hey!” he protested. “It’s just the way things are.”
I rolled my eyes, constantly listening to my cousins arguing made me so glad I was an only child
I looked up at the iceberg we were next to. Yup, if I climbed this I would be able to see pretty far, maybe signal for some help or something. I stepped back to the edge of the ice sheet. My cousins were still arguing and didn’t notice me. Then I took a running leap across the water and onto the iceberg. I’d taken off my gloves to get a better grip on the iceberg. I quickly realized that climbing an iceberg, especially with a bad arm, is pretty much impossible, and it was all I could do to not fall off. But I wasn’t in the mood to listen to the reason in my head. So I pushed through the burning pain and made sure to focus my weight on my legs and left arm. I found tiny cracks and thanked the moon spirit that I had tiny fingers that could fit into those cracks as I pulled myself higher.
I was almost a quarter of the way up (at least I think I was) before my cousins stopped arguing and I heard Katara’s voice change from one of annoyance to horror. “Siku! Get down!!!” She yelled so loudly I saw the iceberg beginning to crack.
With a startled cry, I fell back. “Ahh!” I thought I was gonna land in the sea, but Sokka caught me and set me down on the ice sheet.
“Did I just-?” Katara asked as the three of us stared at the iceberg.
“You and your freakishly loud voice,” Sokka and I agreed.
While Sokka and Katara argued, I looked closer at the iceberg. “Uh guys… It’s glowing.”
“What?” Katara demanded.
“That’s impossible!” Sokka shouted at the exact same time. A second later, a bright flash of light shone at us and we covered our eyes as something threw us backward.
We landed with a splash in the ocean, but managed to get back onto a large sheet of ice. When I looked up I nearly fell back into the water. There was a boy in a light, kind of flowy orangey brown outfit ;aying on the ice sheet with chunks of ice around him. He was bald and had a tattoo of an arrow on his forehead, it was blue, and for some reason it was glowing and I didn’t like it. That didn’t mean I wasn’t curious though.
“Is he asleep?” Sokka asked raising his spear.
“Sokka wait,” Katara said, “something seems…” she trailed off.
“Who is he and did he come from the iceberg?” I whispered.
The boy’s eyes shot open and he started to sit up. Sokka jumped in front of us with the spear. “Stay back! I don’t know who you are but I’m a warrior of the water tribe, and my sister-” he stopped himself before telling this stranger about Katara’s water bending. If strangers found out we could be in big trouble.
The boy put his hands up in surrender. “Whoa, water tribe? Awesome! I need to learn waterbending for part of my avatar training. Do you guys have any water benders?!”
For a moment we all just stood there. The avatar had been missing for a hundred years and this boy was definitely no older than twelve or thirteen. “I’m sorry, how dumb do you think we are?” I scoffed.
“Yeah,” Sokka said with a nod, brandishing his spear. Katara was still standing there in a daze.
The bald boy offered Sokka a big smile. “I know I’m young but I have a mission. I need to capture Fire Lord Sozin’s son, because firelord Sozin is gonna do something to the air nomads, but if I have his son, he won’t.”
Firelord Sozin? Okay, I wasn’t great with names but the name of the firelord wasn’t something you forgot. “You mean, firelord Ozai,” I corrected.
The boy looked confused. He shook his head. “No, Sozin.”
“Okay he is definitely crazy,” Sokka said.
I nodded in agreement, but I couldn’t deny I definitely felt that there was something special about him. I glanced at Katara and she seemed to be thinking. A second later she spoke. “Firelord Sozin hasn’t been alive for, well, a long time… the avatar hasn’t been seen in even longer and…the airbenders… well. There’s no way you can be one” she trailed off. For a second, I almost yelled at her to tell him about what had happened to the air nomads. Then I realized that probably wasn’t a great idea.
The boy shook his head. “N-no, I was only in that iceberg for a few days.” He sounded so sure of it. “You must have something wrong.” now though, his voice was much more unsure.
“Okay, he is definitely crazy,” Sokka said, moving the spear closer to the boy.
I pulled him away. “Hey, can we just let him up and try and figure out what’s going on?”
Katara nodded. “I agree with Siku. As crazy as this sounds, if he really is the avatar, maybe he can help us.”
Sokka grumbled something but he lowered the spear. Katara helped the boy up. “This is really weird for all of us, but maybe we can try and understand what’s going on. Do you think we could start with names?”
The boy nodded. “I’m Aang.” that was a dumb name, but I didn’t say anything.
“Probably a fake name,” Sokka whispered to me. “That orange he’s wearing is probably a sign of him being a fire nation spy. They probably have enough fire in them to stay alive in an iceberg for a while.”
I shrugged, not fully sure what I thought. Sokka’s theory was surprisingly smart coming from him, but I really wanted to believe the Avatar had come to help us.
“I’m Katara, and this is my brother Sokka and cousin Siku.”
Aang waved. “Hi guys, nice to meet you. Except the spear stuff, but it’s all forgiven,” he said with a laugh.
“Don’t try and be my friend, Iceberg Boy. I still think there’s something shifty about you,” Sokka said.
“You must be cold,” I blurted suddenly. “Why don’t you come back home with us? Then we can talk all about your um, avatar stuff.”
“That’s a great idea, Siku.”
“What?? No it’s not! If he’s the avatar, why doesn’t he prove it right now?”
The three of us argued for a few minutes until Aang interrupted us. “I don’t know how to prove I’m the avatar, but for some reason you guys seem to also think I can’t be an airbender. Well, let me at least prove that.”
“Okay, fine,” Sokka said suspiciously.
I tilted my head, curious about what Aang would do. I looked at Katara. She may have been wearing mittens, but I could tell she was digging her nails into her palms. Even though her face only seemed slightly excited, I knew how desperately she wanted to believe that the avatar could help us.
Aang grinned. “Watch this and maybe you’ll believe me.” He moved his hands together in a circular motion and I saw a ball of air forming in front of his hands. My eyes widened. “Whoa. Can you fly!?”
Aang ignored the question, looking around for something.
“What are you looking for, Aang?” Katara asked.
“My sky bison. Oh! There he is!” The three of us followed Aang’s gaze to a big rock and the huge creature laying on it. It was furry and off-white with long horns and an arrow on its forehead like Aang.
“Appa!” he shouted overjoyed. Then he flew over. Well… he didn’t fly, but he manipulated the air so he could basically fly.
So, after that even Sokka had to admit that Aang was an airbender and the three of us made a silent agreement not to tell him about what had happened to all the other airbenders. Katara was still certain that he had to be the avatar. I just thought there was something special about him, I just wasn’t sure what. Either way we both outvoted Sokka who wanted to leave Aang out here. So we rode back to our village and Appa the sky bison and it was pretty much the coolest thing I had ever done. Little did I know my life was about to get even crazier.
Alright, so a ton of stuff went down after that. I’m just gonna do my best to try and sum it up. Against the wishes of the adults of our tribe, we decided to join Aang on his quest to capture the firelord’s son, prince Zuko, and Katara would teach Aang waterbending. We all really wanted to capture the firelord’s precious son because we knew if we had him, we might be able to make a deal with him, but we stopped for a LOT of side adventures. Some were sad, like going to the temple where Aang had grown up. He had been so sure some of his people might still be remaining there. Even though we’d told him that they were all gone. Unfortunately we were right. By that time I considered Aang my friend, so I could feel his pain. I couldn’t imagine losing Katara and Sokka and I didn’t even like them.
Then there was the time we went to the island of Kyoshi and Sokka trained with a bunch of warrior women and claimed one of them had k*ssed him. Katara and I had nearly died of laughter. Aang had been too busy being treated like a celebrity since he was the avatar, but he probably would have been dying of laughter with us.
Then there was a really weird side adventure where we went to the earth kingdom. At first we were having fun messing with some random man selling cabbage. Then Sokka, Katara, and I were captured by a king. Oh yeah and Aang’s winged lemur Momo. He’s made Aang beat a bunch of tests to free us, and then we’d all found out that this crazy old king was Aang’s childhood friend. (Ok so this started to get rushed near the end, but I still like it. Maybe one day i’ll continue it and fix some mistakes. I had a really interesting time writing this fan-fic and i think the idea of it is interesting, but I don’t know if it’s for me.i’m doing this pretty much all by memory sooo there;s gonna be many inaccuracies some are on purpose obviously
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part 4

swc fan fic!

Life on Planet McLibrary was mostly peaceful, just all the inhabitants exploring writing and reading. But this changes during the months of Moobrch, Joobloob, and Noobvoobmboobr. For that is when The Great Mango Deity demands extra special writing or it may curse the citizens of McLibrary with eternal writer’s block.
Queen Vi lounged on their throne in the Fairytale Castle. They stared up at the ceiling when suddenly they got an idea and grinned. Jumping up from their throne they pointed at the nearest guard. “You there! Fetch me a Herald and be quick about it or I’ll put your family in prison!”
The guard was named Kat. They were actually from the country of Historical Fiction, but were here for samurai training. Kat raised a fist and shook it at Queen Vi. “Hey! You can’t-”
“Oh I can like a can of alphabet soup,” Queen Vi said, crossing their arms.
Kat was either too scared of their family getting punished (despite the fact that they were all in Historical Fiction) or just too nice to point out how cringey the queen was being. So they just lowered their hand back to their side and nodded. “Of course your majesty,” they said with a bow. Then they flew off to find The Royal Herald.
At the edge of Fairy Tale, the cute, picturesque forests –full of happy little fairies and third sons who found great fortune and princesses who found themselves mysteriously falling asleep– met the more majestic, slightly mysterious, wilder forests of Fantasy. When one wandered in they found many paths, but most not very well kept. If one followed an especially messy path marked every few yards with a stone with a mysterious sigil on it, and watched out for the imps that hid in the undergrowth and tried to bite the ankles of travelers, they would come to a little cottage with a thatched roof. Inside that cottage lived a witch named Cae and a girl named Kitty.
Well, okay, Cae lived there. Kitty had decided to stow away in a crate that Cae thought was full of potion ingredients, so when they saw Kitty, they were pretty surprised.
“Whoa! What are you doing in my ingredients? I don’t know who you are, but it’s people like you who give us witches a bad reputation! Out, out!” Cae started hitting Kitty with a broom.
“Don’t you need that for flying or something?” they asked sarcastically, not really caring that apparently they were in the house of a witch.
“Just get out! I don’t need to get in trouble again.”
“Oh yeahhhhh cause that will definitely happen. General Fox of Thriller is definitely going to look for an escapee in Fantasy.”
Cae blinked. “An escapee?”
“Yeah you know a person who escaped something? Duh.”
“All I was going to say is great job escaping, you definitely look like you have the energy for doing that,” Cae said, rolling their eyes and tapping the bags under Kitty’s eyes with the handle of the broom.
“Hey, watch it,” they complained.
Cae was about to make another sarcastic comment when suddenly the potion they had been working on started to bubble like crazy.
“What the-?” Cae shouted, rushing over.
Kitty craned their neck to see better. “Is that normal?”
“Oh yes, extremely normal. I freak out when things are normal, it’s a witch thing,” Cae said sarcastically.
A face popped out of the potion. Kitty screamed and Cae just groaned. “What am I in trouble for this time, Gabbie?”
Ok, so this witch named the ingredients of her potion and talked to them. Good to know. Kitty considered sneaking to the door, but she was really curious, so she looked at the potion again. It wasn’t actually a face, just a video of one like someone was sending this witch a message. The girl seemed to be around 13 and she was asian with long wavy black hair and brown eyes. From what Kitty could see, she was wearing a suit that seemed much too modern for the style most people of Fantasy wore.
The girl in the potion, Gabbie, laughed. “I don’t always interview you when you get in trouble or people seem to think you did. I just think writing about witches is so fascinating. I want to know how you feel about being invited to Queen Vi’s council of writers.”
(not finished. Might finish later!)

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I woke up in a jail cell. ‘Where am I?’ I look around. The room is dry and barren, other than the cot on which you woke up on. You don’t remember anything. “Hello?” When did you learn to say that word? I longed for answers, but there was no one around. I banged on the bars, furious, wanting answers, and was surprised when they fell apart, falling into a heap of rubbish and rust at my feet. I step out. ‘Who am I?’ I wonder. “Hello?” I called again, needing answers. I walk around the room unsteadily. ‘How am I walking?’ You think. ‘What’s happening!?’ “Help me! Please! Hello? I need help!” I scream frantically. A voice calls from the darkness. “Well hello young girl.” it said darkly.

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☆ 1057 words || 814 description ☆

Arie lifted her head to glance around at the destruction surrounding her.

Her city had once been a bustling metropolis, filled with busy city life and roaming individuals. There had always been the noises of the city surrounding her, sometimes so loud she couldn’t hear herself speak. Cars speeding, the whirring of construction, sirens in the distance, the constant chatter of pedestrians.. All that was gone now.

Arie remembered how she had felt when she first came to this city. The commotion, the chaos, the sounds, the sights, the smells- it had been overwhelming. As she got used to it, however, Arie had made some of the best friends she had ever known in this city. Although some of the people had been unfriendly towards her, she had grown to love this city.

Arie’s city was the best city of all. It was famed for its attractions and sculptures. Arie, an artist, often frequented the local art museum, famed across the nation. She was lucky enough to have her own work held on display in the museum. Her paintings.. They burned in the fire. It seemed petty, but somehow if her paintings had survived she’d have felt a little better. Although the paintings weren’t the only things she wished had survived..

Arie closed her eyes and remembered the smells of her city. She remembered the coffee shop she always visited: the delicious, constant smell of coffee always woke her up every morning. The taste of the coffee was amazing as well! She would always order the same thing, and it always tasted amazing..

She could also remember learning to drive. It had been stressful, driving for the first time by herself. She had been startled by the road rage, but had soon grown to be quite the angry driver herself! The stupidity of some of the citizens of her city sometimes surprised Arie, and she quickly had had to remind herself that there were intelligent people in her city as well.

She herself was friends with some of the smartest people in the city, after all! Arie’s heart lifted as she thought of each of her friends in turn.

Christine was Arie’s best friend. Arie distinctly remembered Christine’s tall figure, her strawberry blond hair that reached her hips. Her cheeks were splotched with freckles and she framed her face with a pair of pink glasses. Christine always had a terrible fashion sense- she always wore fluffy things that clashed with one another! But she was terribly smart as well. She graduated at the top of her class from the most prestigious school in the country! It didn’t seem like she would be the type- when she talked to Arie, Christine was always so oblivious and silly! However, Christine’s intelligence had helped Arie out countless times, and Arie had always depended on Christine as her closest friend.

Then there was Elias. Elias and Arie hadn’t been friends in the past, but slowly their friendship had blossomed. Elias had a dark composition and a sort of negative energy surrounding him, and Arie had always held a fear against him. Elias was also intelligent, but he was a more talented musician. He could play many different unique and rare instruments, and his playing was what had lifted Arie’s suspicions off of him. The instrument Elias could play the best, however, was the violin. It was his favorite instrument. When he played, anyone in earshot would stop to listen. Oh, what Arie wouldn’t give just to see Elias again and hear his playing!

Finally, there was Dana, the owner of Arie’s favorite coffee shop. The two had met when Arie had first moved to the big city, and they were such a. compatible duo that they instantly became friends.. Dana was a petite girl with curly dark hair, and she had striking blue eyes that easily caught Arie’s attention. Arie remembered all the days she spent mooning over Dana with a sigh. Dana wasn’t as oblivious as Christine, however, and the two had started dating after a while.

The amazing memories of Dana flooded Arie’s mind, along with her favorite memories of Christine and Elias. She would give anything, just anything, to have her friends and her city back.

But that wasn’t the reality Arie lived in. The tall buildings that used to touch the skies were reduced to broken materials and rubble. Instead of the soft glow of neon street lights, harshly orange fires burned in the distance. Arie was surrounded in an eerie silence that she hadn’t heard in her life. The only sounds were the flickering of fires in the distance.

The worst part about all this was that it was all Arie’s fault.

She was cursed with a power. A destructive power. If she didn’t keep her emotions in check, Arie had enough power to destroy the world.

Arie had learned to keep her emotions bottled up and in check, but all that bottled up emotion had to let out eventually.

Nothing had been spared from Arie’s sudden fury. Her apartment had dissolved, as did the coffee shop. Farther buildings barely survived. And life? Arie let out a sob. She hadn’t seen a soul since her grand outburst.

Her friends.. Arie remembered them, those beautiful souls. What would they say to her now? They would be angry, of course. Would they understand that Arie never meant for this to happen? That she tried her best to stop the disaster?

Her best.. it wasn’t enough. Not enough to stop herself from..

Why her? Why anyone? Who would curse anyone with this sort of destructive power? The reality suddenly hit Arie harder than ever before. She would never see them again. Even if they had somehow survived, she wouldn’t see them again.

Arie was too much of a danger to the world. She needed to stop herself before it was too late. She couldn’t cause this much of a disaster again.

It’s what everyone would have wanted. It’s what everyone left needs.

Arie glanced around at all the rubble around her. The flames seemed to be changing colors around her. Was she hallucinating? Everything she saw seemed to blur. Are those flames? Or lights? Am I back in the metropolis city? Can I please go back?

No. This is what she deserved. Arie let herself succumb to the flames.

Cabin war with sci-fi || 1058 words || This is the cabin war where 4 people write 1k words, for the 50 bonus points, I wrote a story with only two characters
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Ok, so the first thing I thought when I heard “2 characters”, I thought “Olly and Olivia” (from the newest paper mario) so, enjoy
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Olly awoke with a dazed look. “Wh- where are we?” He asked, looking around. There was absolutely nothing around him. Well, except his sister. There were also random sheets of paper.
“I don't know… wait…” Olivia said, already awake. “I know… the wish. The wish…” She whispered, thinking back. She had folded the thousandth crane out of her brother's ruined paper.
“I wish for all of my brother's work to be unfolded!” She exclaimed at the time. The thousandth crane glowed, and then, the crane unfolded, the other cranes unfolded. She unfolded.
“What did you wish for, sister?” Olly asked Olivia. Olivia looked at Olly, kind of guilty.
“I may have asked for your work to be unfolded…” She responded hesitantly. Olly got up and floated over to Olivia. He was angry at her. He was hoping that Olivia would make a wish that wouldn't erase their existence. But, he really couldn't blame her. It was the easiest way to erase the foolish things he has done. She would take good over living any day. She put her friends over herself. So, instead of harming her, he hugged her, for the very first time. Olivia felt joyful about the hug. She would have never believed that the piece of origami who had tried to fold up all paper would hug out of all characters, her. She was the one backing up paper kind. But that didn't stop her from really enjoying the hug.

The two Origami siblings explored the emptiness. It seemed to be nothing but clouds. No one was there, even after lots of looking and adventuring. It was quite foggy nearly everywhere, as if they had walked into a cloud, which they probably were in a cloud. As they floated farther away from where they originally were, they noticed less and less papers scattered everywhere. There were only so many folded cranes, so there would only be so many pieces of paper, Olivia thought. Olly also thought that.
As Olly was floating around, he kept on thinking. He had caused chaos when there was no reason. That Toad didn't do anything wrong, it was a miscommunication. He made so many harmless pieces of paper… possessed in a way. They were under his control when they could've been free. All of these thoughts haunted him. He would always regret this. Eventually, it got to him. He sat down, unsatisfied with his actions. Olivia turned around, noticing that he had sat down.
“What's wrong, brother?” She asked, looking at him, concerned. He had never seemed so bummed out before. Olly looked up at her.
“Oh sister, if only you could understand…” began Olly, the exact same words, the exact same tone as if he were at Sweetpaper valley again. “I've done so much wrong, and it feels horrible.” Olly continued. Olivia looked at him, no longer with a concerned face, but more of a sympathetic one.
“Oh… that makes sense, but it's all in the past.” Olivia said, trying to comfort her brother. Olly looked away from her as she sat down next to him. “You know, you may have done wrong things, but as long as you admit it, you can move on. Just realize that you did something wrong and try not to do it.” She continued, smiling and putting her arm on his. Olly just shook her arm off. Olivia felt slightly offended.
“Don't try to comfort me. Nothing will get rid of what I did. I will constantly think about those memories and the people I harmed. No one would think of me as a good person. Ever.” Said Olly, in the same voice he used to use all the time when he was still “evil”. He got up and floated away. Olivia watched him leave, ready to cry. She was losing her brother yet again.

Olly went on his own, somewhere private, well, anywhere was, he just wanted to be away from Olivia. He continued thinking. Would he forever be alone and in misery in this place of fog? His mind felt nearly as cloudy as the area he was in. He didn't know anymore, he wasn't sure of anything, but he wouldn't admit it.

Olivia was all on her own. She sat down and thought about everything. About the first time she saw her brother, the adventure to stop him, and now. But one thing suddenly stood out in her mind: probably one of her greatest friends, Bobby. She thought if the time she was in the cave, upset about him. Deep down, she knew Olly was feeling the same way as she did at that time, just for other reasons. She thought of how she got out of her misery, a good laugh. She stood up, and decided to float in the direction her brother did, ready to cheer him up.

“Brother!!!” Exclaimed Olivia, finally catching sight of him. Olly turned around to see her, and then turned back around, continuing to float slowly. Olivia sped through the air and stopped in front of him. She stopped, and thought of how to make him laugh. But she didn't know. She flopped onto the ground, or cloud, in defeat. Olly looked over at what looked like an overdramatic sister and chuckled a bit to himself. Olivia looked up and giggled a bit, and it ended up becoming nothing but enormous laughter. “Sometimes you need is a laugh!” Said Olivia. Olly agreed as he smiled at her.

The two of them ventured more, seeing absolutely nothing. For all they know, that may be all that's left for them. But Olivia didn't want to believe that. She loomed over at her brother, who seemed interested in the search.
“Olly,” She said. Her brother turned to look at her.
“What is it now?” He asked slightly annoyed. Olivia looked at him in joy. He couldn't stay annoyed at her, not after she showed him the right path the whole way. He smiled back.
“I just wanted to say, we might not make it back to the paper world, but if we do, everything will be different. Everyone will like you, you'll no longer be feared, trust me.” She continued. They had a cute moment with a hug. While they did so, Olivia whispered “Wow, I've been saying a lot of big and inspirational words today…”

Part 1

Character Sheet
377 words

Luna from Wings of Fire

In hindsight, this probably wasn’t the best character to pick as I’m only halfway through the book written in her POV and can barely remember the previous books, but hopefully this is good enough afsbgqgbwi

Luna - Character Sheet (Book 15)
Series continuing or ended?: Continuing (as I’m still reading the book, my guess is that the end of this book will finish the series, probably for good)
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Straight (as far as know 0.0)
Species: Dragon (SilkWing)
Strengths: Loyal, caring, always tries to do the right thing, wants to make the world a better place
Weaknesses: Finds it hard to trust HiveWings, even if the specific dragon hasn’t done anything wrong; wants to do things / make a difference but freezes up and doesn’t end up doing anything in battles; sometimes indecisive, wants others to take the lead
General view on life: Basically hateful with what’s going on right now (understandably), but looks to the future with hope ✨✨✨
Tendencies:
- Can’t trust HiveWings (Cricket, for example) because of what their tribe has done to her tribe - even if the particular dragon hasn’t done anything wrong
Improving or staying the same: Improving relatively fast
- Doesn’t want to use her flamesilk in battles / hurt other dragons - even though she knows she has to if she wants to complete her goal
Improving or staying the same: Staying the same
- Wants others to take the lead and tell her what to do in things like missions or rebellions
Improving or staying the same: Improving slowly
Situations:
- She has to decide whether to fight (which involves hurting innocent mind-controlled dragons by using flamesilk to badly burn them) to save her friends or stand aside and let them get captured
Emotions: Powerlessness, sometimes anger
Awareness of others: Very aware of the fact that the enemy has no choice and is a completely innocent dragon being mind-controlled, also aware that her friends are in danger, not usually aware that her other friends may be relying on her to do something
Next step: Freeze as her other friends fight, would want to let her friends get captured and follow after them to try to solve the problem without having to hurt anyone
Outcome: Pretty bad
- Her friends are in danger and need her to rescue them
Emotions: Missing them, sadness
Awareness of others (apart from those friends): Some
Next step: Continue with the original plan and hope she manages it in time to free them
Outcome: Okay

Scenario (473 words)

Luna has been framed for something she didn’t do and is being interrogated by the police (set around book 11)

“I didn’t do it! I swear, I didn’t do it!” Luna’s voice was going frantic. Where was Swordtail? He would know what to do. He would be all brave and stand up to everyone and not care how they punished him. And Luna was trying to do the same, she really was trying. But this was so much worse than her and Swordtail’s small acts of defiance. This was serious - and for once, it wasn’t her!
“I’m sorry, but all the evidence is there.” A HiveWing guard sneered. “It was you, worm, we know it was. I hope you’ll have fun in Misbehaviour's Way. You’ll be there for… a while.” They smirked smugly.
“But I’m innocent!” Luna screamed. “I- I’m loyal to Queen Wasp!” The words burned on her tongue, but she forced herself to spit them out.
The HiveWing guards took no notice, surrounding her in an even tighter circle, jeering and taunting.
“You’ll soon get what you deserve-”
“I hear the stings are quite painful-”
“We know what you’ve done, worm-”
“-you should be scared.”
The voices grew and grew, up to a crescendo, and Luna couldn’t block them out, each insult feeling like a sting to her heart. And then something sharp jabbed her side, and stars swam across her vision, and then everything went black and she fell with a thump to the floor.

She woke to near-darkness, aching muscles, and a horrible stiffness paralysing her body. A corridor stretched out on either side of her, countless immobilised SilkWings standing on countless stone pedestals. With a jolt she realised where she was.
Misbehaviour’s Way.
She should have expected it. Should have known it. The HiveWing’s had literally told her she would end up here!
But it hadn’t seemed real. She was so used to always being able to find a way out.
And although she had watched Swordtail, and others, being punished - and she knew if she continued standing up to the HiveWing’s like she knew she had to there would be consequences… but she had never really thought that she, too, would end up here.
That was stupid of her. She was stupid.
The HiveWing’s voices echoed in her head.
“You’ll soon get what you deserve…”
“We know what you’ve done…”
“It was you, worm, we know it was…”
“…and you should be scared.”

Luna was scared. But being brave was knowing she was scared, and keeping on going anyway. And Luna had always wanted to be brave. Always wanted to make a difference in the world.
So she would stand up here. With the fire of the paralysing sting throbbing through her veins. With the insults and the taunts and the jeers ringing in her ears. Holding back the tears trying to claw their way out of her eyes.
She would stay strong. She would be brave.


Part 2

Character voices (215 words total)
Katniss and Prim from the Hunger Games

Katniss usually uses short, straight to the point sentences. She doesn’t sugarcoat anything (except maybe when she’s talking to Prim) and she could come across as quite blunt, even rude. She says what she thinks. She also only says what she needs to, doesn’t add in any fancy words - she only wants people to get what she means. She doesn’t give away or tell stories to other people - as in district 12, telling people about how she goes under the fence to hunt could get her killed. She probably doesn’t like small talk, and just wants to get what she needs in a conversation - usually food.

Prim is a lot quieter and speaks softly. She usually tries to phrase things in a nice way. She might come across as shy or timid, but really she’s as determined as Katniss. Although she enjoys talking more than Katniss does, she is also quite straight to the point in her sentences, especially when she’s doing work as a doctor/nurse. She’s relatively trusting and tells people about things, and believes the best of people. She’s good at encouraging and heart-to-heart conversations with the people she’s close to. She’s kind, helpful and really empathetic - if she notices someone isn’t acting normal, she’ll ask them if they’re okay, for example.

Event retelling (602 words total)

When District 13 gets bombed and Prim goes after the cat

Katniss-

I can’t even remember when it happened. All I remember was how scared I was. How the sirens were screaming and there were flashing lights everywhere. People were everywhere, running down the stairs in a flood and I was caught with them. And Prim- I thought I lost her. She scared me so much that night. I was terrified that it had all been for nothing and we would all die and Snow would have won! I knew I couldn’t take someone else dying. Not again. Not when I could have saved them.
It was obvious what she had gone back for. That cat, that stupid cat. And of course I had to go back for her. I couldn’t just leave her there! I don’t care that I could’ve died. They could have found another Mockingjay, or something.
No. I know they couldn’t’ve.
Afterwards they all told me it was far too reckless, running out like that. But all I cared about in that moment was my sister. And I don’t regret it.
We only just made it back in time. Another minute and they would have closed the doors and both me and Prim would be dead.
But we got there, and we got that horrible cat.
Then the bombs started. Tossing the cellar around like a cat playing with a mouse. We were completely helpless, just standing there in the darkness, feeling the ceiling shake and crumble and crack, wondering which bomb would end us for good. I don’t ever want to feel that way again. Like I could do nothing, nothing, while the people I loved were in danger. It was worse than the Hunger Games, because at least then I knew only I could die in that arena. At least I knew my family was safe.

Prim-

I was in the hospital, talking to the patients, when it started. From the sirens and flashing lights and the artificial voice begging everyone to remain calm when it was obvious that everyone wasn’t, I knew it was something serious.
We didn’t do lockdowns in District 12, but I could see everyone rushing to the stairs, so I guessed that was what I had to do. I was actually already starting to go to the bunker with Mum when suddenly I remembered Buttercup. I couldn’t just leave a cat up there, he would be so scared! I couldn’t bear the thought of Buttercup dying when I was safe underground. I had to. I was trying to get upwards, but there were so many people, and it took way longer than I thought. But I was almost there anyway, so I kept going. And then Katniss came, and she was worried about me. I felt so guilty that I hadn’t thought of her before, she must have been so scared. But we found Buttercup and we made it back through the doors, just in time. Katniss thought we weren’t going to make it, but we did, so all was good in the end. But then the bombs started, and they sounded so close, and it was so scary. But I tried to be strong because that's what Katniss would do - and moreover, that's what I should do. If I stayed strong, even if I was terrified inside, then the others would have hope too. And I’m sure hope was the only thing that got people through it. We were all just clinging on to one tiny shred of hope. But the most important thing was-
that it worked.
In the end, we were all safe, and everyone lived. And isn’t that what matters?


Part 3- Fanfiction Tropes
(1083 words)

My fandom was She-Ra, and I used Angst, Songfic and AU as my three tropes :)
The AU was meant to be that Catra and Adora were rulers of the Horde together, but that kind of fell apart ahfbaqonbkw so now it’s just that Adora went back to the Horde and left the sword in the Whispering Woods
And the song I used was Lovely by Billie Eillish, the lyrics are in italics

Hello. Welcome home.
I dust my boots off, shaking the dirt of Outside off onto the cold stone floor. The mission was the biggest success we’ve had in years. But all I feel is…
Empty.
From the corner of my eye, I can see Catra striding through the doorway. She bumps into my shoulder on the way past, slamming me into the wall, hard.
I grit my teeth. I keep telling myself it doesn’t matter that she hasn't forgiven me yet. That I don’t care.
But it still hurts.
“Sorry about Catra.” Lonnie comes up beside me. “She’ll get over it, eventually.”
I sigh. “Hopefully.”
“Anyway, uh,” Lonnie continues. “Hordak wants to see you.”
“Oh no.” I bite my lip, dread pooling in the pit of my stomach. This can’t be good.
“I’m sure it won’t be so bad,” Lonne gives me a sad, sympathetic smile. “You used to be his best cadet, you know.”
“I know,” I murmur, but she’s already gone. From now on, I’m on my own.

I try not to shake as I key in the doorway code to Hordak’s sanctum. The fact that he wanted to see me in his sanctum, instead of just his throne room, makes the dread in my stomach start boiling and bubbling.
The door swings upwards, revealing the dimly lit room beyond. A glowing greenish light filters in from somewhere further in, partially blocked out by the shadow of Hordak himself, turned with his back to me.
I gulp, and take a step forward.
The door slams shut behind me.
“I know what you’ve done.”
Thought I found a way-
Thought I found a way out.
My mind flashes back to yesterday. To the sword in the forest. To Thaymor. To the members of the rebellion I met. To the irresistible call I’ve been hearing ever since. A whispering song, begging me to find the voice singing.
But I know I can’t follow it. I can’t just throw my entire life away. Even if I could, somehow, they would find me. Wherever I tried to run, or hide. I’m not their good little force captain any longer. And they know it.
Hordaks voice interrupts my thoughts, slicing through to reality.
“I know where you went yesterday. You can’t hide from me.”
But you never go away
So I guess I gotta stay now.
I bowed slightly. “Yes, Lord Hordak. I was just-”
“I thought I could trust you.”
“I-”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
I shut my mouth.
“You showed such promise. Such a shame it will all go to waste.”
His words cut like a knife. “I promise you, I’m loyal to the Horde! Just give me a chance to prove myself!”
I know it’s desperate. But I have to try.
“I will consider it.” Hordak finally turns to face me, holding out his hand.
“Your badge.”
I reach up. I hesitate. My fingers brushed the smooth, cold metal of my force captain badge. I had worked so hard for this.
I can get it back, I tell myself. It’s my own fault for my disloyalty.
“Your badge.”
“Yes, Lord Hordak.” I whisper.
I hand it over.
He smiles, and closes his fingers.
A shadowed figure steps out of the darkness.
Hordak’s voice is triumphant. “Report, Force Captain Catra.”
Catra looks down on me, a smirk dripping from her face. The girl who was once my friend clears her throat.
“It was a good win, Lord Hordak. Half the Whispering Woods are ours now. It won’t be long before we make it to Brightmoon. Those princesses won’t stand a chance against the might of the Horde.”
A gleam appeared in Hordak’s eyes. “Soon Etheria will be ours for the taking,” He hissed through a tight smile. “And I can rule them all.”
I backed away, a shiver trickling down my spine.
I hope someday I make it out of here
Even if it takes all night or a hundred years
I suddenly feel as if I can’t breathe.
Need a place to hide but I can’t find one here
The rebellion members were right. How could I be so blind to everything?
The Horde isn’t the good side and it never has been.
Wanna feel alive, outside-
I can’t fight my fear.

It’s dark outside.
The barracks are lit with the murky light from a crackling stun baton I’m using like a torch. Sheets of paper are littered across my bed, a mosaic of hastily-scribbled maps and notes and arrows. I can’t exactly call this a plan, but at least it’s something.
I have to do this. I have to find that sword, find the rebellion, end this war.
I look out on one of the windows that looks over the Fright Zone. At some point, this place stopped feeling like my home. And these people don’t feel like my friends anymore. They seem like-
The enemy.
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
The enemy.
Tear me to pieces
Enemies.
Skin and bone.
This isn’t my home.

“What are you doing?”
With a jolt, I look up. A silhouette stands in the doorway. Her hand falls to her side, the stun baton she was holding falling from her fingers.
“Catra?”
Her weapon fell to the floor. The clatter seemed to echo forever before she responded.
“Adora? What's going on?” She seemed genuinely scared.
“I can’t stay here.” I took a step forward, and Catra backed away.
“Adora, whatever you’re going to do, don’t do it.” She looked to me, desperate.
“I have to leave! Can’t see you? They’re lying to us. I can’t go on like this.”
I grabbed her hands, pulling her towards me. “You could come. It could just be me and you, finally free. We could make it, I know we could.”
She jerks her hands away. “I’m not coming with you.”
“Why? Catra, we could-”
She reaches down, grabbing her stun baton and pointing it straight at me. “The rebellion is weak. The Horde will win and they’ll find us and we’ll die and, and-”
“I’m sorry, Catra, I-”
“No! You can’t leave me!”
A blast ricocheted past my ear, slamming into the wall behind me and bouncing back. Catra dived out of the way but she wasn’t fast enough-
She fell to the floor, frozen.
A tear slipped from my eye. “I’m sorry.”
And I ran into the night, running away from the place that wasn’t my home.
Isn’t it lovely
all alone.

Part 4- SWC fanfiction
(472 words)

I did this one about the Myth Maze :)

Welcome to the maze.
The words echo through my head as I scan the area, dark black ivy creeping across the white marble walls that stretch on as far as the eye can see. This didn’t exactly look like a place where hundreds of worlds had collided in an explosion of chaos, endangering the entire multiverse. It just looked… like a maze, I guess.
Anyway. This is important. I can’t question my leaders.
It’s kind of confusing, though. My leaders sent me out here because I was a warrior, but… there are no monsters. Anywhere.
“Should we…” The rest of the group is in front of me, their expressions ranging from determined shock to straight-up terrified. I take a step forward.
And suddenly the world explodes into colour.
There’s so much, everywhere, all around me- I stagger backwards, overwhelmed with the sheer amount of… everything. I really don’t know how to describe it.
I try to regain my balance, turning towards the others-
But they’re not there. They’re just gone. Not even a footprint left.
My heart starts to beat faster. “Hello?” I call out, but I can’t even hear my own voice. Dimly, I remember what the leaders told us before we set out.
“The maze messes with your head. Don’t let it get in control of you.”
This is all an illusion, then?
I close my eyes, focusing on what I know is real. The feeling of my feet on the ground. The dagger in my hand. The backpack on my back, filled with mangoes for the journey ahead. I open my eyes, and suddenly the colours melt away, leaving the maze… different. This time the walls are a mural of swirling liquids, somehow suspended in the air, blue-green and deep purple. The vines are replaced with twitching black claws and scaly feet and what looks like human hands. And there’s a golden dust all over everything, shimmering and sparkling in the fiery light filtering through the dark fog above us.
The others are here, too, staring at what seems to be empty space. None of them move, their eyes fixed on something. Their swords are drawn and ready.
Cautiously, I ready my own dagger.
“What are we looking at?” My voice sounds strange and croaky, like I haven’t used it for a long time. And time works differently in the Maze, so perhaps I haven’t. Maybe I’ve been here for a thousand years and it’s only felt like one minute.
“Keep your voice down!” A mage hisses. “Don’t let it hear you.”
“Let what hear me?”
“The Maze.” Every single one of my teammates turned to me, their bodies eerily in sync. A dark, dark mist began to descend, creeping over everything, turning it all to grayscale.
Welcome to the maze, I think, before it all turns to darkness.

･ ｡ﾟ : * . ☽ . * : ｡ﾟ･ thriller war ･ ｡ﾟ : * . ☽ . * : ｡ﾟ･

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I grab hold of Skylar’s hand. She is a few paces ahead of me, but my arms are long. We are almost shrouded in darkness, her form lit by the help of a streetlight.

“Are you sure we should do this?” She turns around to look at me, surprise written on her face. I hastily continue, “I do want to hang out with you tonight! But won’t your parents know you’re gone from home? They’re really strict, and they already don’t like me very much..”

Skylar sighs dramatically and turns around, facing me. “I’ll be okay, Alisha, don’t worry so much! I’ve thought of proper excuses and everything. We’ve been planning this little escapade for a month, remember?” I nod reluctantly, and she smiles. “Besides, any punishment is worth time hanging out with you.”

I shove her mischievously. “What if you get grounded, huh? Then you can’t hang out with me!”

Skylar looks at the floor. “I may or may not be grounded at the moment, Alisha..” As my jaw drops to the floor, she looks at me, alarmed. “Don’t worry about it! I’m sneaky! I will not get caught! But see, even if I do get grounded I can still hang out with you.”

“Sky, you naughty little girl!” I start to chase her around the park, as she screams and giggles. Hanging out with Skylar is always the best. Sometimes it feels like she is the only one who understands me.

We tire ourselves out and flop onto a park bench. “So, where to?” Skylar inquires, giving me a look. “Can we go get ice cream?”

I roll my eyes at her. “Sky!! It’s getting late, we can’t just go get ice cream! We could just stay here at the park, you know..”

“You are so boring sometimes.” Skylar sighs. “But I don’t have any better ideas. Park it is, I guess.” She walks towards the swing set and sits down, pushing off with her feet. Her dark curly hair blows in the breeze as she swings into the air.

Nothing else to do, I sit down on the swing next to her and push off. We swing in silence for a few minutes, our silence only broken by the creaking of the metal of the swings.

“I’m bored,” Skylar states simply, leaping off the swing set. I follow her as she kicks the wood chips around, her red sneakers slowly getting stained.

“You get bored way too easily,” I complain, climbing the staircase of a slide. Sliding down, I say, “Do you want to go to the lake?”

Skylar looks at me excitedly. “Ooo, yes! That beats hanging out here at this lame park.” I begin to protest, but she places her finger on my lips. “Hush, you were bored too, don’t deny it. Your ideas suck.” I use her words as an opportunity to smack her.

“I’m the one who thought of the lake, you know,” I sigh, not wanting to argue with her. “Let’s go to the lake.”

Skylar and I walk to the nearby lake. Lavalford Waters was where Skylar and I first met. I smile at the memory.

We were both just twelve. Our families had brought us both to the park. I suppose it was just coincidence that we happened to run into each other, and immediately hit it off. We ended up trading phone numbers, and found out that we both went to the same school.

Skylar and I did everything together, but her parents didn’t approve of me. They thought I would be a terrible influence on Skylar, and they might be right. However, I couldn’t keep myself away from her.

Was it so terrible that I fell in love with her?

Skylar watches me with a smirk. “What are you thinking about?” she bumps my elbow.

I gaze back at her, blinking back into reality. “Oh, the time we first met. Remember your cute little pigtails?”

“Ew, don’t remind me! I don’t even know why I bothered wearing those!” She wrinkles her nose, laughing.

“Well, I thought you looked awesome with those,” I smile. She shoves me, and sighs.

“It feels like only yesterday we first met, though.” She twirls a strand of hair on her finger. “Remember? My parents were so happy! You were my first friend!”

My face falls at the mention of Skylar’s parents. “Yeah. I wish they were still happy, though.”

“I’m sure they’re just worried..” She sighs. “I wish everything could just be simple and we could all be one big family together!”

“I know.” I suddenly point ahead. “Look! The lake!”

Together we run into the waters, splashing around excitedly. Suddenly, I gasp.

“Oh my goodness! Sky! Look!” I point to the fenced off portion of the lake. Two ducks are swimming in the waters, one with a green head and the other with brown feathers.

Skylar gasps in adoration. “Aww!” Her hands grasp the fence as she watches the ducks, wide eyed. “Do you have bread, Alisha?”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to feed ducks, Sky..” She pouts, and I giggle. “Stop being so spoiled!”

“I can’t help it! They’re too cute! Just like Millie!” My pet cat loves Skylar more than anything.

“Millie only loves you because you’re always spoiling her!” I laugh. She pushes me into the water and I wring out my wet hair, climbing out of the water.

Wet hair.. A horrible thought occurs to me. “Sky! Get out of the water! We have to get you dry!”

Startled, Skylar climbs out of the lake. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“How are you going to go home like this? Your clothes are all wet!” She gasps in understanding, desperately trying to use a large leaf to dry herself off.

I hand her a towel and try to focus. “I can sneak you over to my place to get dry..”

Skylar grins at me. “Nice! Another adventure! Plus, I get to come over to your house..”

I chuckle. “Come on, let’s get home.”

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Cabin war - July 9th
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Statistics : 1,025 words
Notes : This is kind of personal, as my good boy, Baxter , turned 13 yesterday. That's 74 years if he was a human. He's an old man now, and I'll love him to the very end. I wanted to do something for his birthday, so here it is! Apologies for any typos and such as well, it's 2:53 am for me aaa
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A dog lay comfortably in his navy dog bed, the white fluff on the inside extruding just over the edge of the rim. His curly fur shone a dusty gold, although it looked more like a brown, tints of gray lining his muzzle and above his eyes. His tail was wrapped around his body as if he was cold on a warm July night, and a green dog treat lay in between his paws. He had fallen asleep, and it had been placed there by his owner's daughter, his sister. She was sitting on the floor next to him, propped up against a wall with a book placed on her scrunched up legs. One hand to gently pet the goldendoodle, and the other to turn the pages. The book was thick, as if she intended to stay there all night until the moment her beloved dog woke up beside her. She was just about to finish the one hundred and twenty-third page when her dog moved a bit under her hovering hand and she felt a warm, familiar wet on her left arm. Her dog was awake, and he was gently licking her arm as if saying “Thanks for the pets.”
“Good midnight you old man,” She whispered affectionately, scratching under his chin, which had been grayed with age. He lifted his head slightly, as if permitting her to continue, and then waited. After a couple seconds, she stopped and returned to her book, expecting him to fall back asleep again, but he began to sniff the area around his paws as if trying to figure out where the treat was. “Can't wait til tomorrow, huh?” She murmured, slipping the biscuit from between his paws to closer to his face. He was mostly blind, because of a cataract in left eye, and his dried out right eye, a side-effect of sleeping with one eye open. He had since gotten over it, but it did damage his vision, and he sometimes needed to both feel and smell objects like this before eating them. He gently fit his mouth around the end of the dog treat, and ate it like a kid eating pancakes in the morning on a school day.“Easy there, Bax,” The girl ran her hand down his back, and then again for good measure. “Don't choke on me, you little stinker.”
She chuckled softly as he turned around, the nub of the treat still hanging from his mouth, uneaten but certainly not untouched. He barked at her and the cookie fell from his mouth. It wasn't the kind of bark that told you he was angry, but a gentle, quiet bark, as if he was genuinely trying to communicate with her. Her hand was still idling outwards, and he bumped his head under it, begging for more pets. “Happy birthday to you,” She sang quietly, as to not wake anyone. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Baxter, happy birthday to you,” Her voice cracked at the last part, and her eyes felt more watery than they were supposed to. This was the first time that she could remember that she had spent a birthday with him. She had always been away, traveling down to Virginia for the fourth of July. Not in 2020, not in 2021, even though they had been in lock-down. This was the first. He dipped his head from her hand and above next to it, sniffing her face as if he could sense she was going to cry. “I'm okay, Bax, you're just such a good boy…” She told him, placing both of her hands on both sides of his face and slightly squishing his face. His pink tongue, round and small, left his mouth slightly in her direction. He was trying to lick her face, to make her laugh and push him down lightly. She let go of his head and touched his wet, black nose with her fingertip. “Boop.” He licked her finger in response. Shaking her head, she returned to her book. Before she could get very far, Baxter's head reached over her arm and sniffed the empty space. “Do you want me to read to you?” She asked. The hardwood floor had begun to get cold, the open window paying contribution, and her tiredness was starting to overcome her. She yawned, absolutely exhausted from the day. She had made deviled eggs, corn salad, and macaroni and cheese for the party tomorrow, and she had already brushed her teeth, gotten into her pajamas, and turned on the radio. It was playing “I'm so tired…” on the generic pop station she had put on. She hadn't known what else to put on, so she'd had it that way ever since. Her dog nudged her and motioned to the hallway, as if telling her to go to sleep. “But…don't you want me to read…you know what, never mind. You're right. I should go to sleep, shouldn't I? First, though…” She flattened her legs and patted them, allowing the medium-sized dog to clamber onto her lap. She gently stroked him, from his folded over ears, down his spine, to his spindly tail masked by curly fluff.
She continued, again and again, waiting for the right moment to stop. His tail wagged slowly back and forth, panting happily as he attempted to lick her face once again. His soft, silky fur went smoothly between her fingers, curling back into proper position once her hand had passed an area. The goldendoodle finally remembered the bite of treat he had left from earlier, and he suddenly got up to find it. Seeing her chance, the girl walked slowly to the doorway, saggy blue and white pajamas cascading down into bunches at her feet. She lingered in the doorway, long, dark brown hair that hadn't been cut in two years flowing to a stop. Baxter looked up at her, treat eaten and making it's way down into his stomach. “Good night for real this time, Bax.” She said, winking as if telling him she had given him the treat. And as she exited to her room, she swore he winked at her back.
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SWC July 2022 weekly 1

Part 1

Character reference sheet for Ada Smith
Series ended

Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: unknown (Large chance it’s straight)
Species: human

Strengths: brave, persevering, protective, helpful, determined, trustworthy
Weaknesses: doubtful, (in some situations) insecure

Relationships:
- friends: Maggie Thorton, Ruth, Daisy, Fred
-family: Susan (adoptive mother), Jamie (brother), Mam (mother)

Tendencies:
- Tends to think bad of herself in some situations, and feels like she doesn’t deserve the things other people gift her.
- Tends to be insecure and afraid to trust and be happy because she’s paranoid about being taken back to Mam again. (has already improved from this stress)

Situations:
Loss of a friend:
- puts on a brave face for the sake of her brother, because she doesn’t want to worry anyone or feel like a burden

Helping others:
- feels happy and motivated whenever seeing someone who she helped happy. Also feels useful as if she has a purpose.



A loud group of yells echoed through the air, and everyone turned to look at the commotion. Soldiers staggered through the gathering crowd and collapsed against the walls, some helping their comrades as they walked, some holding their hands against their stomachs and wounds. It was disastrous. All the soldiers had wounds and scratches covering their cheeks and faces. Their hands were bruised and wiped with dust and ash, and their clothes were ragged and dirty. Ada watched as women from the WVS flooded out of their headquarters with hurried steps, most of them carrying towels and medical supplies, while others held packages of food.
“There’s going to be more ships that are about to dock!” Ada heard one woman yell. “We need to hurry and treat the soldiers with the worst wounds first. Bring them inside, and another group aid the other soldiers!”
All of the WVS women agreed in unison, and they got to work. Carrying stretchers and bundles of bandages, they split into two groups and carried the worst injured ones inside, leaving the other group to tend to the soldiers left outside.
“Miss, a little water please?” Ada heard someone ask. She looked to her right to see a soldier sitting on the ground, looking up to her with hopeful eyes.
“Yes, wait here.” Ada replied, panic scorching her veins when she realised that she had no idea where she could get water. Luckily, Daisy appeared behind her and she carried cups in her hands along with a large supply of clean water. Working together, they started distributing the cups to thirsty soldiers who received the cups with dirt-caked but careful hands.
“Did you hear? My mom says that the medical supply isn’t going to last. The WVS didn’t expect so many soldiers to need medical care and treatment,” Daisy said to Ada in a low tone. “They’re running out of bandages and medicine, it’s a disaster inside.”
Ada swallowed, pity rising up inside. “Do you think we can do anything?” she whispered back.
Daisy shook her head softly. “I don’t think so.”
They continued filling up the cups, passing them around to the soldiers who were still resting outside.
A strange wail came from up front, and Ada and Daisy jerked up their heads in surprise. Two soldiers were gathered around another soldier, who was laying on the ground unmoving. Ada suddenly felt a wave of shock rushing over her as she guessed what happened.
They ran over to the soldiers who were crouching over the fallen man. “He was fine a minute ago!” One of the said, anguish could be heard in his tone. “He seemed healthy too, and had no fatal wounds, why did this happen?”
One soldier laid a hand on the anguished one, perhaps hoping to comfort him. “I should have realised…” he mumbled, his hands shaking. “Come back, brother!”
Brother. The word seared across Ada’s skin. The dead soldier was this one’s brother. Her thoughts flashed to Jamie, and a gush of protective anger flared up inside her. Brother.
“What happened?” Ada heard Daisy ask a soldier that was gathered around the dead one. “He was lying on the ground resting with us when we suddenly realised that he wasn’t moving, or showing any sign of recognition. After checking his breathing, we found him dead.” His tone was bitter and hollow, grief amidst his low voice.
But Ada wasn’t listening, because there was only one word that was in her head right now.
Brother.
Ada could protect Jamie from bugs and could catch him if he fell from climbing trees, but death was one thing she couldn’t protect Jamie from. No matter how hard she tried or bargained, death and war was one thing that could completely hold Jamie under mercy.
And she hated that.
The fact that she was still so weak.
Still like the girl from before, staring outside the window with no freedom.
Hoping, longing.
But nothing else.
Someone placed a warm hand on her shoulder, and Ada turned to see Daisy looking at her with a worried face. “You alright?” She asked in a soft voice as the soldiers in front of them gently pried the grieving soldier away from his dead brother. Ada realised that she had been shaking, her hands clenched into a fist.
Butter.
She wanted Butter.
Daisy gently steered her away from the grieving soldiers, away from the painful tears that dripped down from the dead soldier’s brother. “I think you should go home.”
Ada stared at Daisy. “What about the other soldiers?”
“I’ll tell mom to help me with them.” Was that pity on her face?
Daisy gently nudged Ada to the place where she knew that her horse would be waiting for her. “We might need medical supplies, maybe you could grab some.”
Ada nodded, straightening herself up. “I’ll go around town and ask for more medical supplies.” She wanted to feel useful, and wanted to feel helpful.
Daisy nodded. “I’ll tell the WVS that you’ll be bringing supplies.”
With a light swing of her good leg, Ada urged Butter to run towards town.
Jamie, she thought helplessly. I will protect you from this war.
The thing is, wars are fairly unpredictable.

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Part 2

Iris is a determined and persevering twelve year old girl who is Deaf. She can be quite aggressive in some situations, and doesn’t like people who shows off. If someone tries to sign random sign language and tries to act like they know sign language, these sort of situations certainly makes her blood boil, although she is able to show the ability of forgiving others and trying her best to understand them. Whenever Iris has a goal in mind, she will usually try her best to succeed and find different ways to reach it. She is also quite intelligent when it comes to radios and electronic parts, and can fix even the most old and hopeless radios. When it comes to interacting with people, she hopes that others are able to show the same patience and determination to be able to interact with her as much as she does. Although it’s hard to make friends and she doesn’t have many, Iris tends to tend to these problems by throwing herself into her hobbies, and indirectly confronting her loneliness.


Blue 55 is a whale which is different from others. When he was born, he had no way to communicate with those around him and his own pod. As he was always casted aside as a loner, Blue 55 is used to loneliness but doesn’t like it. He is quite determined to find someone that is able to communicate with him and still carries that piece of hope inside him even when no one does. This is probably how he survived on his own for so long, and it proves that he is a determined, brave and gentle whale who never tries to lash out of frustration and loneliness. He is always hopeful, and tries his best to look at the positive side in dark situations.


Recounting a past event (my grammar sucks : D)

Iris's perspective:

After weeks on the cruise ship, and what seemed like an endless hunt, I had finally found him.
This whale was a specimen of his own kind, and his melody is certainly different than other whales, but it was his voice that had captivated me, his story that had sent me looking for him. And when I was finally there in front of him, I didn’t know what to say or do, only to stretch out my hand and hope that he would welcome me in his home.
The ocean was his domain, and I was only a guest, but I felt like it was these very waters which had sealed him off from his pod for so long, his melody too high for the others to reach, swept away by these currents that could trap me and drown a grown man. But what made me happy was his determination, his voice although different but he continued singing.
Isn’t it lonely, being shunned out for so long? That’s what people might ask. When I think deeper into it, maybe coming here and being able to find Blue 55 wasn’t just a coincidence. Maybe it was the same loneliness and determination that I had with him which enabled me to come here and hear him sing.
I had wanted to hear him sing.
And he did.
The bellow that had echoed through the waters, low and mighty in human ears but high and frail in a whale’s eyes, I loved it.
It had not only gave me a sense of tingling happiness through my veins, but the call had also seemed to say, I am who I am, accept my voice and accept my call. This is what I was born as, and this shall be kept the same way.
Blue 55 had circled me, stared at me with black beady eyes, the same ones that I have seen on screen in class, now something I experienced in reality.
Sing. I wanted to say, wanted to tell him, as I signed the word with my hands. Sing with all you have. The whale that has never been heard, never have truly been able to bask in acceptance and patience, was now free.
I had felt like a weight was lifted off my chest, as if years and years of loneliness vanished along with the chords of the melodies.
Maybe it’s because we were so similar, Blue 55 and I. Both unable to communicate normally with our same kind, yet still holding on to that hope and waiting for the one day which people would finally start treating us with patience and kindness. The one day where the loneliness would truly be gone and enveloped in freedom.
And seeing someone like me able to feel that similar kind of freedom I long for, gave me hope to continue.
And then I had gasped, going up for air, fear shooting through me. No, I couldn’t lose sight of Blue 55 now, couldn’t lose him now, not when I had been so close to him a few seconds ago, not when the hope was still freshly lingering inside.
But I didn’t lose him,
because he seemed to be nudging me ashore, bringing me to safety.
At that moment, as I had watched the sun cast rays of light onto his skin, I had felt happy.
Complete, even.
And more hopeful than I have ever been.



Blue 55's perspective



A human.
They had been heading towards me.
My first instinct was to slap them away with my heavy tail, or fleeing deep into the dark waters. I was certain that I could outspeed them, knowing that it would take flippers and mechanics to reach the same speed as me.
But I had been curious.
The human—a girl, perhaps? —had no weapons, nor harmful mechanics that seemed to be able to pierce into my skin. She seemed determined, gentle maybe, as she swam in front of me. I remember how her eyes had widened, and I met her gaze with a confused stare.
A wide smile spread over her face, and happiness and glee quickly replaced the shock and fear that had been looming inside her eyes. I flicked my tail, small bubbles floating around me as I had watched her, still a little afraid.
Then everything seemed to change.
I saw her hands move, a signal.
A sign.
Sing.
Somehow I had understood her, the hopefulness in her eyes adding on to the word that I have feared for so long. One single word, yet it caused so much emotions to overflood me, a shadow of the past threatening as the monsters in the sea. But I could see it in her eyes, the acceptance that I longed, the patience that I have once sought for inside my pod, but to no avail.
Sing.
It wasn’t a command, but a request.
A small nudge to confidence.
And in honour of the guest of the ocean, I did.
I summoned up my strength, and bellowed out loud. The forgotten strings of chords and melodies all seemed to be flooding back to me, the volume vibrating inside my vocals as I blurted out everything I had. All the songs, all the pieces that I had given up on long ago, it’s all coming back together.
In that single moment, I had felt proud of myself, my voice that I was always ashamed of now music to the little girl’s ears.
It had felt so good to be appreciated, I had seen the delight in her eyes as she stretched out her arms to stay in her place and not be tugged away by the rushing currents of the sea. I circled around her, moving carefully and steadily as to not frighten her away, even though I somehow knew that she would stay. I remember feeling a rush of protection, to defend the only one who was able to appreciate and patiently hear my songs.
Years had passed since I first sung my first song. Pods and pods had abandoned me, leaving me behind, even my own family has left me alone to fend for myself, with no one but myself.
But at that moment, I had felt my loneliness slowly ebbing away, and pride replacing it.
My voice shook the waters, and although it was still high and a little shrill there was a certain piece of pride inside. One that had been lost to the judging eyes and pitiful cries of the pods long ago. I felt young again, I felt like I was singing my first song over again. But this time, it was my first song which I did not feel embarrassed about.
The girl spluttered, swimming up for air before looking around. I saw her legs flailing about as she kept her head above the water, small waves crashing onto the ocean.
I had followed her, swimming up to gently nudge her to the shallow waters, because I knew that the ocean wasn’t her home, the land was hers.
But she has left me with an important present that I have longed for so long.
Confidence.

(1494 words)




Part 3
Tropes: Soulmates AU, angst, songfic (I tried cri)

“You’re trying too hard, Kageyama. A good set should be easy to hit and accurate. Speed isn’t everything.”
The coach sighed as he looked at the gym. “Go pick up the remaining balls and you may go. Remember to rely on accuracy as well as speed next time.”
People say I try too hard.
Kageyama shrugged, before turning around to head for the spare volleyballs that littered the corners of the gym, piling them into the volleyball cart. Looking around, he spotted another ball he missed and walked towards it, tossing it back into the cart before going to the lockers to get changed.
As Kageyama went near the room, he heard voices whispering inside. Again, his ears were once more alert as he listened quietly.
“Have you found your soulmate yet?” One voice asked excitedly.
“Yes I have,” another voice replied joyously. “She’s such a great person!”
A third person snorted inside. “Yesterday I caught this guy staring at his wrist the whole time I was at his house, he looked lovesick.”
“Hey!” The second person yelled. “You can’t blame me, even her name is pretty!”
“I know, I’ve been listening to you rant about her yesterday for fifteen minutes straight,” the third person answered, his tone light with teasing and amusement.
Kageyama huffed with annoyance. Again with the soulmates? And here he thought they were actually talking about something meaningful. Pushing open the door, he walked inside to be greeted with a loud chattering group, which died down once they spotted him.
“It’s the king,” the first person whispered to the others, who nodded quickly. Kageyama ignored them, walking towards his locker to get his clean clothes. Whatever, he was used to this anyways.
After putting back on the school jacket, he was preparing to walk back out when he felt stares boring my back. Turning around, Kageyama saw those first years looking at him again. He narrowed his eyes, giving them a glare. “What?” He asked. The tone came out harsher than he expected, but at least it worked. Their eyes widened and quickly turned away, mouths muttering swift apologies.
Irritating, he thought. Oh well.
The cold wind outside blew past his face, earning a slight shiver. Kageyama walked past his schoolmates as they talked about the latest news or gossiped around. If he was anyone else he would also be going up to one person and start chatting, but he wasn’t anyone else. He was Kageyama, and he was himself.
Suddenly aware of the stares again, he was reminded on how his classmates and schoolmates seemed like strangers instead.
Kageyama risked a glance towards a few of his schoolmates who were leaning against the wall, talking animatedly. One of them raised their hands, making small gestures as the others laughed. He spotted small words written on the person’s wrists like tiny ants speckled across the floor, and looked away again, feeling bored. Soulmates again. What a hassle.
You see, in this world soulmates exist. Once you reach the age of 14, the name of your soulmate will be written across your wrists in neat and tiny handwriting, as if an invisible pen had scrawled on your hand. Then your whole life will become a treasure hunt, people all over the place seeking for the person with the name. A soulmate is the right one for you, people had confirmed. A soulmate is one that can make you happy and make your heart swell up as if you ate a dish of delicious hot food in a cold winter day. And so even if someone has the same name as your soulmate, as long as you don’t feel happy with them or feel forced, or as a matter of fact feel nothing at all, that person is not your true soulmate.
Some might question, finding your soulmate at the age of 14, wouldn’t that be quite distracting or dangerous? Well not really. You see, soulmates after they reach 14 cannot have any physical contact until they reach the age of 16. That includes holding hands, hugging and all sorts of other stuff. This allows people to become less distracted and focus more on their teenage lives instead. For example, if one tries holding hands with their soulmate, they can’t. It’s like something’s pulling you away from your soulmate once you try, but it doesn’t hurt. Although when it comes to talking or walking close with each other, there’s no harm in that. It’s a weird rule in this world which has already been automatically established by the unknown power which marks the names on a person’s wrist, but it works. It helps prevent caution and lower the dangers that most parents are afraid of.
The talk about soulmates unconsciously makes Kageyama recall about his birthday, which comes tomorrow. He traced his wrist subconsciously, imagining the words that would be carved into his skin. Sure, it doesn’t hurt when the words appear, but somehow the fact that he was being arranged to someone else which he should be calling his other half makes him terribly annoyed. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t like other people making decisions for him, and would rather have the power to make decisions for himself, but either way he still didn’t really like this whole soulmate thing.
But maybe, just maybe, he was feeling a little curious.
Morning seemed to drag slower than usual, the hands of the clock reluctant to run faster. It was like the world was manipulating everything to go slower than usual, so that Kageyama had no choice but to stare at the blackboard while twiddling his pen. Everywhere he could hear soft murmurs as classmates reached out hands to tap on their friends’ back, chatting secretly in class to pass the time. Once again, he felt uncomfortable, and even lonely. It felt like he was alone and torn away from everyone, as if he was the only one here even though the class was definitely filled with students.
Maybe it’s because he had no friends.
I have no friends
But that’s okay
But who needs them anyways?
I don’t need them anyway
He does fine on his own.
I do my best on my own
Setting doesn’t rely on two people at once.
It needs one person’s full concentration to set a fast and quick ball towards a spiker.
You’re on your own on volleyball, whether it’s receiving, setting or spiking, it all comes down to one person anyways.
So he’d rather be alone than trying his best everyday to fit in.
And I’d just rather be alone
But soulmate.
What’s a soulmate?
Do soulmates exist to fill the gaps of a lonely heart? He thought to himself as the bell finally rang. Shaking his head, Kageyama shook off these thoughts. It’s not like he wanted to meet his soulmate, all this soulmate talk the other people were having was seriously getting into his head.
Whatever, no matter if he liked it or not, he was getting his soulmate’s name written on his wrist tomorrow anyways.

-

Kageyama woke up in a grumpy mood, his eyes were still half shut as he cleaned his face and put on his school uniform. Checking the time, he suddenly remembered that it was his birthday.
He didn’t look at his wrist though. While other kids might start squealing as they checked their wrists eagerly, Kageyama didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be tied down with an unknown name and be burdened forever with the question ‘who is this person?’ He didn’t want to be the one obeying an unknown source of power, and did not want to see the words which would probably make him angry all over again.
Grumbling, he went to the dining room to see his mom cooking him breakfast.
“Happy birthday,” she said with a smile. “Did you check your wrist?”
Kageyama held back a glare, because he didn’t want to hurt his mom’s feelings. “Not yet,” he answered, “I’ll check later.”
Kageyama’s mom laughed. “Of course, check when you’re ready.” She placed down a cup of milk and a plate of breakfast in front of her son. “Eat up before practise, Tobio.”
Kageyama ate his food slowly, careful not to accidentally see the words on his wrists. Because who knows what he’ll be able to witness? It could be some random name or a name that he knew, which made him stab at his small piece of salmon which his mom placed on his plate with nimble fingers.
“I’m going,” he called out after eating, pulling on his shoes. “Stay safe! Remember that we have cake tonight!” His mom replied, hurrying towards him to open the door. Kageyama’s mom always opened the door for him whenever he went out, even when he complained before and said that it was alright because he could do it himself. He suppose this gesture grew on him, because he found himself smiling just the tiniest as he walked down the street. Or maybe it’s just the fact that today was his birthday. The first was the most likely, he usually didn’t care for birthdays, and treated them like normal days.
Breathing in the cold December air, he shut his eyes tightly before opening them again. Alright, he thought to himself. Let’s just treat this soulmate thing like a practise match.
The problem was, he didn’t usually feel anything during practise matches.
Kageyama lifted up his arm and glanced down at his wrist, his heart thumping a little. He wasn’t scared, he was just-annoyed. At least he hoped this was true.
And what he saw was not something he saw coming.
What should be words on his wrist was now a smudge of black, like spilt ink on a clean white sheet of paper. There were shadows of letters, but it was very messy as if someone was trying to write words for their first time. Also, the letters didn’t make sense, because what he thought as an ‘E’ had only three strokes, and what he think is a ‘S’ looks more like a ‘Z’. Either way, it was a miracle he caught a glimpse of these two letters, because once he glanced away and looked back, he could see nothing again except for the large smudge of darkness. The smudge looked ugly on his pale skin, and he felt shocked. What was this? Shouldn’t there be words on his wrist, and not smudges of who knows what? What does this mean? Does he have no soulmate?
What should be relief suddenly felt like boulders dropped onto his shoulders. Disappointment and a weird sour feeling filled his heart, and he didn’t like this feeling. Why was he feeling this way? He didn’t want, or need any soulmates or whatever anyways. It was like having friends, he didn’t need any! He was fine being alone, fine being without any friends or without any soulmate. He didn’t need them to pass time, he didn’t need anyone’s help or comfort, he was perfectly fine being alone.
Right?
His vision grew blurry, and the smudged part of his skin seemed to have grow bigger and more distorted. Stop this now! He told himself, but the wave of bitterness inside seemed to have taken over his body completely. His vision was still blurry as he took out a pack of wet tissues and tried to wipe away the smudge on his wrist. Nothing happened. The smudge was still there, and it seemed to have grow even larger, as if laughing at his face, saying ‘trying to get rid of me? I’d like to see you try!’ Kageyama rubbed the wet tissue a little more roughly on his skin, but the smudge was still there, still there, still there on his wrist. And when he checked the tissue there was no black smudge or anything that proved the tissue could erase the black smudge on his wrist, which made him feel more helpless.
A crash of emotions, a thundering clap of feelings swept over him. He liked being alone, he liked not having a soulmate, he liked not seeing the name. But why, why did he feel just even the slightest of disappointment? Why is he actually feeling true fear?
I have no soulmate, he told himself. I am happy and proud. Everything is fine, I don’t need them. I don’t need friends, I don’t need soulmates, I have myself, and that is fine.
Kageyama repeated these sentences inside his mind, but this did nothing to reassure him. He put an arm over his eyes and lifted his head to the sky, wondering if this was a prank.
But even if it was a prank, why is he feeling this way?
He heaved a large sigh and raced towards school, wanting to forget about this and everything that happened. At least he won’t be flooded with questions, or crowded with faces asking about his soulmate. Now this is why he was fine not having friends.
Yes, not having friends is great.
Of course.
“Coach,” He said briskly when he went into the gym for morning practise. “Do you have wrist wraps?”
The coach looked at him, surprise was evident on his face. “Did you injure yourself, Kageyama?” He asked. Kageyama saw concern spread over the coach’s eyes, and quickly glanced away for a split second before looking back, his mind racing as he thought of an excuse
“I- well, it’s nothing, I just need the wrist wraps,” he said. The coach frowned and glanced down at the younger’s wrists, which were hidden as Kageyama’s hands were tucked inside his pockets.
“Are you alright, Kageyama? You know that if you have obtained an injury, it will not be fit for you to practice-“
“I’m fine!” Kageyama snapped. “I just need the wrist wraps, alright?”
The coach frowned at Kageyama’s harsh tone, before gesturing towards the locker room. “Go inside and get the equipment box, there should be a few pairs of wrist wraps. You can return them after practise” he narrowed his eyes as Kageyama dipped his head reluctantly and walked away, his pace hurried.
Once Kageyama reached locker room, he immediately grabbed the equipment box and snatched a pair of black wrist wraps, slipping them on. He stared at the dark fabric which wrapped around his wrists, and bitterness bubbled up inside him again.
I don’t need a soulmate, he reassured himself inside. I don’t need friends. I have myself, and that’s fine.
All I need is me myself
At least, that’s what he says. Who knows if those are his true thoughts?

(2436 words)




Part 4

Word wars, dailies, weeklies. Every camper is trying their best to reach out for those last few points. Whether it’s only the smallest amount of a hundred points or the three thousand points that everyone craved, it didn’t matter now. All campers have only one goal-to persevere till the very end, till the results were announced. Because as long as the winners were still not yet decided, they would hold on to that small sliver of chance.
All these weeks of challenging ourselves and racking our brains has certainly taken a toll on all campers. Some were exhausted, their energy dropping as they stared at the blank screen, ideas racing through their minds before grasping onto a good one, writing it down with fast pace as if their lives depended on it. One tap, two tap, their keyboards and pens squeaked as words were scribbled all over their documents, thoughts turning into paper, and paper turning into a story. Even though some campers might be on the brink of exhaustion, especially those who are new to SWC, everyone only had one thing on their mind-to have a taste of glory after all their hard work.
Who would’ve thought that an event made for fun and games could fire up so much determination and hunger? Certainly not me. But once you’re in the midst of all this strive for victory, it’s impossible not to be involved. The timer, the clock, can’t you hear it? Only ten more minutes till the campers are not allowed to add points anymore, and that’s when the results would be announced. Some people might be thinking, ten minutes, that’s such a short time! But the campers are all thinking, we still have ten minutes left, and that’s all we need for the last breakthrough.
The clock is still ticking, the pens and keyboards are still working hard as every camper challenges their motivation and strength, challenges their determination and pride. Ten minutes slowly turn to five, five turns to two, and one minute turns to thirty seconds.
Finally, a message is sent, broadcasted for the entire SWC to see. Every point now shall be counted, and no more points shall be added.
Everywhere, campers dropped their pens and lifted their heads up, tired but happy about the result. Because they had persevered, haven’t they? Even though some knew they couldn’t win, knew that they were behind, they kept running and kept chasing the people far ahead, never giving up on the way. Those campers who were far out of reach, did not stop running. Instead, they also ran faster, putting on a burst of speed and strength because they knew it would never be impossible for another cabin to catch up.
As the leaders calculated and added up the final scores, one thing was certain in everyone’s mind.
Whatever the results were, everyone has done exceptionally well.
No matter what happened, everyone still kept going.
And even if their cabin isn’t crowned as the winner, does it really matter?
Deep inside, you have the answer.

(509 words)



(Total amount of words in the daily, excluding the character sheet is 5311 words.)

weekly 1, 2580 words

part 1 // 546 words

character sheet // 136 words

Keefe Sencen - character sheet for kotlc (books 1 - 8.5)
Series continuing or ended? : Continuing
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: straight
Species: elf

Strengths: Artistic, funny, caring, sneaky, loyal, can play elaborate pranks
Weaknesses: Reckless, selfless, pushes people away, hides his sorrow and frustration behind jokes and laughter

General view on life: not hateful, later develops into hopeless

Relationships:
- romantic interest: Sophie Foster
- friends: Sophie Foster, Fitz Vacker, Biana Vacker, Linh Song, Dex Dizznee, Ro, Sandor
- frenemy: Tam Song
- family: Cassius Sencen (father), Gisela Sencen (mother)

Tendencies:
Tends to do reckless things to protect others and puts others' safety before his own
Improvement: no improvement
Tends to hide his fear, anger and sorrow behind laughter, pranks and jokes
Improvement: little improvement, mostly no improvement
Tends to take little time to think before acting
Improvement: little improvement, mostly no improvement


Scenario writing // 410 words
prompt: your character is being chased by an unknown force inside of a cave network

Keefe was running. He was running fast. His heart was beating with adrenaline as he raced through the dark tunnels. And he didn't know why. At least he was with his friends.
“Quick, over here!”
Keefe felt a shaky arm pull him off balance. He fell and landed on his knees. Sophie stood in front of him, shaking and dripping with tears. Behind her, Fitz was nervously looking around.
“Owww,” he groaned, trying to stand up.
“Sorry,” said Sophie in a hushed voice.
“I'm fine.”
Keefe gritted his teeth and stood up.
“Why?”
“What do you mean?” Fitz said in his Vacker accent, staring at him.
“Why are we running? I was just there for a second because you called me on my panic ring and you grabbed my arm and told me to run. Remember?”
Fitz looked at him with unfocused eyes, like he was thinking hard.
“This… this cave i-is designed to make p-people, elves more specifically, have… memory loss…” Sophie trailed off.
“Why is it only affecting him? Why not us?”
“Photographic memory.”
“What are we running from?”
“Something dark… perhaps shadowflux. The only thing I'm sure of is that the Neverseen did this.” She shuddered and instinctively pulled out an eyelash. After what shadowflux had done to her, Keefe couldn't blame her.
“Can't you teleport us out of here?”
Sophie sighed. “Nope. It's also designed to block abilities. In that case, even I can't push through.”
Keefe was feeling muddled. Like why would Forkle send Sophie and Fitz to this cave just to get KILLED?
A wave of gladness swept through him when he remembered: They would've been in big trouble if it weren't for Dex's panic ring. “But they still are,” Keefe said with a wave of panic. “They still are. They could die. We could die.”
He hadn't realised that Sophie was listening to him. She took a shaky breath.
“Where is the dark thing right now?” he asked, hoping it would take his mind off dying.
It didn't help.
She gestured and looked at him with a look in her eye.
“We have to move. The monster has sensed our presence.” it seemed to say. “You need to move and protect Fitz.”
“NO!” he whispered wildly.
A deep growling sound came from behind them.
“Go!” He told Sophie. “I'll be all right.” He pushed her into the tunnel to his right before she could protest.
He took a deep breath and turned around.

part 2 // 859 words

I chose the characters Clearsight and Darkstalker from the Wof series.

Character voices (219 words)
Clearsight is a very bright and quiet character. She is always thinking and loves to be in the library. Not very surprising, since she is a seer (a dragon who can the future) but not an ordinary seer since she can see multiple futures, basically all the futures that exist. She can be quite nervous and unsure about herself, especially when she is afraid, but she keeps going and doesn't give up. Clearsight tends to panic a lot. She does not like magic, preferring not to be manipulated because according to her, dragons should have the free will to feel what they want to feel. (105 words)

Darkstalker's character is very different from Clearsight's. He is very confident in himself and wants to be in the centre of attention, to be the king and leader. He wants to be the ruler of Pyrrhia and build the mightiest nation. When he is angry he expresses it very openly. He craves revenge against his enemies, especially when they've taken something/someone he loves from him. He is often reckless, threatening to destroy entire tribes with his magic without a doubt. He thinks very highly of himself, saying that he is the most powerful dragon and shouldn't have problems. Darkstalker believes that it's okay to manipulate other dragons just to get what he wants. (114 words)

Scenes (640 words)

Scene from Clearsight's POV:
My head was pounding. I was shaking. My wings were aching. There were sounds of horrified Nightwings coming from behind me, watching Arctic pour his life out on stage as Darkstalker manipulated him into killing himself. I knew Fathom was watching me fly away from the window, knowing that I was the last hope, his last hope. I didn't look back, but my mind kept replaying the moment I told Fathom not to destroy the scroll.
I hope the spell works.
He's dangerous.
That's why I need to do this.
The visions in my head and the timelines were narrowing to this one moment.
When I met him, I never assumed that he would turn into this.
This monster.
The dragon who believed that manipulating others was right, just to make things perfect for himself.
I gritted my teeth and flew east toward Agate Mountain.
That's where I'm going to wait, I thought desperately, Possibly the last time I talk to him.
That's only if the plan works.
A few minutes later, I landed and prepared to talk to him. As I waited, the timelines crowded in my head. I pressed myself down, moaning as the thudding in my head worsened.
He arrived earlier than I expected him to.
I talked to him. He made me laugh. But my mind drifted back to the scene when Arctic… this had to be done.
I recall him saying, “Everything I did was for a good reason.”
Was it?
He suddenly lunged at me.
“Where is my scroll?” He shouted, seizing my wrist and twisting it painfully.
This was it.
I took a deep breath and slid my moonstone bracelet onto his shiny scales. My mind was completely open to him for the first time in years.
He saw why I was doing this.
To protect everyone else.
I feared him.
I was betraying him.
Goodbye, my love. I whispered in my thoughts.
And just like that, he dropped to the ground and fell asleep. (332 words)

Scene from Darkstalker's POV:
After killing Arctic, I needed Clearsight to comfort me. I turned around and instead of finding her, I found Whiteout standing there, her face dripping with tears. A stab of guilt hit me, but I quickly shook it off.
It was for a good reason.
“Where is Clearsight?” I asked Whiteout.
A vision suddenly flashed in my mind… oh no.
I scrabbled for the bag slung across my chest.
My scroll was missing.
She took it.
How DARE SHE.
“Clearsight has your scroll,” said Whiteout. “She said to meet you at Agate Mountain.”
I couldn't kill the queen without my scroll.
I can't trust Clearsight.
The realisation came upon me.
I fumed, taking off angrily.
Maybe there would be no queen on the throne beside me.
A few moments later, I found her in the mouth of a small cave, sitting in a position that pointed east to Jade Mountain. It was so peaceful.
I landed beside her.
Where is my scroll?
Had she used my magic?
It didn't seem like she'd brought anything with her.
These thoughts blurred out most of our conversation.
I do remember saying that everything I did was for a good reason.
After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore.
I lunged toward her, fury flowing through my veins and seized her wrist.
“WHERE IS MY SCROLL?” I snared, twisting her wrist painfully.
Something cold slid across my scales. I glanced down, seeing that Clearsight had slipped her moonstone braclet on to my scales.
Her minad was open to me for the first time in years.
I saw with perfect clarity how much she loved me, how she feared me and how she was betraying me to save everyone else.
Goodbye, my love, her mind whispered.
Suddenly darkness rushed over me. I dropped to the ground and everything turned black. I was gone. (308 words)

part 3 // 709 words

soulmate AU, high school AU, mordern AU

Keefe sighed. It was a lovely day at school. He was leaning against a white pole, enjoying the view of the swaying trees and the blue sky. A group of ogling girls walked past him, gigging, whispering and pointing. Just about half the girls in school loved him. He was very popular. Which was a good thing, but…
“But I haven't met my soulmate yet…” his brain muttered. He instinctively looked down at his palm. There, in red letters, were the first words that his soulmate was going to say to him.
He stared at it for a moment, reading and memorising the words for the one hundredth time in a minute. They had just appeared yesterday. It was surprising though, since he was a little young.
You see, everyone in this world has a soulmate. Just a few days before meeting them, the person gets a red lettering in their palm of their soulmate's first words to them. Most people met their soulmate when they were around 15, but Keefe was only 14.
A bell suddenly rang, signalling the end of break. He grabbed his bag, which was slung on one of the many hooks on the wall, and ran to his next classroom, dashing around the sharp corners. His feet made a loud tapping sound on the ground.

“No running in the hallway, Keefe Sencen. How many times do I have to remind you?” a stern voice snared from behind him. He turned around.
“Sorry, Dame Alina.”
“Detention for you tomorrow.”
“Yes, Dame Alina.”
Keefe silently walked on.
“By the way, if it was you who put reekrood in my desk, you are going to pay!” she shouted.
Dame Alina was one of many principles who hated Keefe's misbehaivior and pranks.
He smirked to himself and laughed silently, knowing that he'd covered up his tracks well. He had practice from the Great Gulon Incident. Dame Alina would never find proof. Running again, he reached his history classroom. Foxfire was huge, it was impossible not to run.
“You're late.”

After history was elementalism. Keefe had bunked off history, which wasn't hard, since his teacher was engulfed in his lecture about bpring stuff. He caught up with Fitz, who was his best friend.
“Hey,” he said.
“You will not believe what just happened.”
“What?”
“Not telling.”
Fitz had just met his soulmate a few weeks earlier. Ever since he was… changed. He started pulling away from Keefe, not sharing secrets and talking with him as much as he used to.
“Come on,” Keefe pushed.
Fitz just shook his head.

Keefe decided to bunk off elementalism. It wasn't hard at all, since the classroom was very close to a few of his favourite and most concealed ditching spots. He used the bench bunk, as he called it, because it was a place with a bench. People couldn't see it from most angles. Only the smartest were able to find out, according to him. He sat down with his bag still slung over his shoulder. It was hot, so he pulled his tucked shirt out and rolled up his sleeves. He reached up and mussed his disheveled blonde hair. Leaning back, Keefe thought nothing than this could be better. Then something that he never expected to happen there happened. Something amazing.

Around half an hour later, Keefe heard footsteps coming from his left. He bolted up and took a sneek peek at who it was. Luckily, it wasn't a teacher, much less Dame Aline. Instead it was a young girl around the age of 12. She had straight, long blonde hair and wore a worried and confused expression on her face. Her hand had a sort of red welt on it. Keefe could conclude that she just had alchemy. A-and her eyes… they were brown. Beautiful, mysterious, earthy brown eyes with flecks of gold in them.
I need to talk to her, Keefe realised. She looks lost.

“You must be lost,” he said. Her head snapped up quickly.
I hope I haven't scared her, Keefe thought anxiously. She stared at him for a moment, taking in his appearance. He had heard of her before. Her name was… Sophie?
She blinked.
“How did you know?”
Then it hit him.
She's my soulmate.

part 4 // 466 words

It was the 30th of June. I was standing in front of the SWC main cabin with the large cluster of campers. Some were squealing excitedly, wondering what their cabins would be. Others were sitting around eating mangoes, waiting for announcements to be made. I wandered through the crowd, ducking and dodging and jumping to avoid stepping on people, searching for familiar faces. Being an old timer, I saw a couple of old campers and a lot of new ones. As I was ducking/dodging/jumping, my brain was stuck on the moment I had received the entrance letter to camp.

Dear Kitty,
Welcome to SWC! First thing we want to tell you, we hope you enjoy your time here. Everyone deserves to have a not just good, but fabulous time full of sleep deprivation and mangoes.
In this envelope you will find a little questionnaire that you'll need to fill out and return before the 29th of June. There is also a list of rules, please take time to read them even if you've been here before. There are new rules this session. Last but not least, you'll find a list of supplies to bring to camp. You'll be staying there for 31 days, so be prepared!

Please arrive at camp on the 30th of June, before 11 am. Food and drinks will be provided. If you can't for what so ever reason come, contact the hosts for more information. You'll be given a nametag, a leaflet of your cabin and a few extra supplies when you get there. To contact the hosts, call 792792792. The address is SWC road. You unfortunately won't be able to find it on google maps.
Have fun!
From, the hosts, cohosts, leaders & coleaders.

I checked my watch. It was almost 11 am.
“Just a few more minutes…” I muttered to myself.
At 11 am sharp, the front doors bursted open. Standing in front were Birdi and Robin, the hosts of SWC.
“Welcome to SWC!” they said together.
“I'm Birdi, and this is Robin,” Birdi said, gesturing, “We're the hosts of SWC.”
“We hope you have fun here, but let's get official matters done first. You must've received an envelope with the entrance letter. You'll receive another one soon, but for your cabin and nametag.” Robin spoke up.
“Campers with nicknames starting from A to M, line up at reception 1. Tell me your nickname and you'll be handed your pack. The N to Z people at reception 2. No barging in to other people, please! We've had a few accidents before. On that note off you go!” Birdi grinned.
People started flooding into the main cabin. I stepped in, taking a moment to observe my surroundings.
This was going to be my home for the next 31 days.

Ok so My writing glitched and it all went away but I SWEAR I wrote 8th July the song was Brightest blue by Ellie Goulding and The main character was Lucas Hernandez.

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Weekly 3rd July - 9th July


Part 1 -

Character sheet -

Kendra Sorenson= book 2
Series Continuing or Ended? Ended

Pronouns - She/ her
Species - Fairykind (the state of being part of the fairy kin while still being mortal)


Strengths - (at this current part in the book) = Strategic, Logical, Brave, thinks things through

Weaknesses - (at this current part in the book) = gets scared if the plan might go wrong, is horrible at making decisions unless the condition is dire, likes to follow her brother's guts if she can't make decisions herself, doesn't like doing dangerous things.

General view on life - not hateful

Tendencies -

• Tends to focus on one part of the plan to much
  Improving or staying the same? Improving slowly

• Tends to either not trust or completely trust one person
  Improving or staying the same? Improving very slowly
  

• Tends to worry too much
  Improving or staying the same? Improving Naturally
  

Situations -

• Someone betrays her
  Emotion - disbelief , rage, sorrow
  Awareness of others (besides person) - A lot
  Next step - Tries to gather all information to try and stop the other person. generally involves major missions
  Outcome - sometimes succeeds, sometimes fails.
  

• Seth (brother) breaks rules
  Emotion - confusion, anger
  Awareness of others - a lot
  Next step - tries to hide secret but ends up telling grandparents anyways
  Outcome - Seth usually gets mad at her and might continue what he's doing anyways or might stop.
  

• Gets in trouble -
  
  Emotion -shame, embarrassment, anger
  Awareness of others - little
  Next step - Admits her wrong doing or fights back saying it was necessary
  Outcome - gets in more trouble or accomplishes convincing it was worth it.
  

Relationships -
Family - Seth Sorenson, Stan Sorenson (grandpa), Ruth Sorenson (Grandma), Scott Sorenson (dad), Marla Sorenson (mom)
Friends - alyssa carter, (i forgot their names and i can't find my kindle ;_; )




Scenario Writing (480 words) -
prompt - your character is invited to two events but can only attend one of them

Kendra sat on her swing, rocking back and forth lightly while holding two unopened letters in each of her hands. She wondered why she had received mail today she almost never got any.
She opened the first letter with the blue stamp on it, with a small crown on it. The paper was yellowish, like the olden time sheets.
It said -

Respected Kendra Sorenson,
It has come to my notice that you are not dead.
My daughter is deeply enthralled with your adventures, and was wondering that if you have not ceased to live, would you mind coming to the grand gala next Friday night? I do beg you to come, I promise it shall not be disappointing. She would also like to meet your gallant brother, Seth Sorenson. It would be a pleasure to host this party for you. The demons are not invited, incase your brother is slightly traumatized - Kendra rolled her eyes, that would never happen, though she was glad the demons weren't invited herself - And the dragons aren't invited either. A few pixies and fairies, and a lot of Fair folk shall be there.

Yours Faithfully,
The Fair Folk King

Kenda took a moment to take this in. She had just finished rescuing seth from Olloch the glutton, and she was famous with these, so called.. Fair fo? Kendra did not know who they were. she decided to open the second letter. It wasn't very fancy like the first one. It looked like it was posted in a hurry.
She opened it and pulled out a crisp white paper, more up to date.

Hi Kendra!
It's Alyssa. We're having a party, celebrating dog-breath ‘ s end and you have GOT to come like, really.
we’re ALSO celebrating the end of our semester and our full marks for our exams, even though that happened WAY back we just feel like celebrating. It's next Friday night and I KNOW YOU ARE FREE SO DON'T PRETEND.
If you don't come remember I sit next to you in school and I can kill you ^^

Your Beautiful best friend,
Alyssa.

Kendra rolled her eyes once again. could ANYONE be more narcissistic than her ever?
Then she realized that she had to be at the fair folk ball too. She thought about how she could be at two places at the same time. Pondering over it, Seth came into the room and asked ‘whatcha doing?’.
Kendra widened her eyes and smiled. She shok Seth as if she had won the lottery. ‘YOU will go to the fair folk ball’, she said, after showing him the letters. “And I will go to the party, Ok?”
“What will tell them when you don't show up?” he asked.
“Tell them the brave Kendra is healing her wounds”
Seth snorted. “More like he lazy Kendra is sleeping.”
“But you'll go, right?”
Seth agred. He loved being seen as the hero.
So two people were happy that Friday night.



Incompleted

Cabin War July 9

Sansia is a beautiful place. It is generally divided into thirds because each third is mainly its own biome. The western third is completely forest, and fairies and satyrs live here. There are three major cities: Moonlight Clearing, Sunlight Clearing, and Starlight Clearing. (Moonlight Clearing is the most major one) The middle third is a huge meadow, called the Endless Meadow. The Prophecy Dome is in the south portion of the Endless Meadow, and the pixie capital Heart of the Meadow is in the center. Pixies live here. The eastern third is the most diverse. Storm Plateau takes up most of the middle of it, and Cave Town, where random monsters live, is in the south. The dragon settlement, called Dragon Lake, lies in the north of it, surrounded by the Northeast Mountain Range. The dragon species that live there are the water dragons, the fire dragons, the earth dragons, and the wind dragons. Each species is unique in their powers and abilities. The dragons live around the actual Dragon Lake, which is how it got its name. They live in several hollowed out mountains. There is also a small plateau, called Griffin Plateau, on the border between the Fey Forest and the Endless Meadow. A griffin city called Cliffedge as well as a few others are here. There are three major rivers. First, the Cliffmeadow river serves as the border between the Fey Forest and the Endless Meadow (not that they need one). The Dragon River starts at Dragon Lake and flows south. And the Seaflight River cuts the continent in half, flowing diagonally across, northeast to southwest. There is also one final plateau, a volcanic one that stretches across the south portion of the continent. The phoenixes live here and have their major city here, called Phoenix’s Landing.
The second continent lies north of Sansia. It is called Vendax. Most of it is an icy wasteland - perfect for the ice dragons who populate it. The far eastern portion is a range of tall mountains, where the storm dragons live. The two species have a shared city, Blizzard, where they trade with each other. The light dragons and shadow dragons live in the far north, where they can escape the judgement of the other dragons. Their young grow up in the Nesting Caves, on an island off the northeast shore.
There is also Goldovia. A ring of mountains surrounds the whole continent; the scale dragons live here. Jungles lie in the east and west, and the vine dragons make their home in these jungles. The rest of the continent is forest or open plain. The silver dragons and the gold dragons make their cities in this area, the largest being the Metallic City, which is in the western portion of the continent.
The final major continent is Almainia. It is the smallest continent. The sun dragons and the moon dragons have the continent evenly divided, and they have the City of the Sun and the City of the Moon. The City of the Sun is a very orderly place, with buildings created from marble and gold; the City of the Moon is mainly clay huts around several large lakes. A ring of small islands surrounds Almainia. The star dragons built the City of Stars on these. The City of Stars is a large area of towering crystal spires in magenta, black, purple, and blue. The star dragons love to study space, and they can do so here.
There are also two small islands where dragons live. Tropica lies south of Sansia and is the winter home for the Sansian dragons and the summer home for the sea dragons of Lost Island. Lost Island is mostly covered in forest, but it has better beaches than any other continent. The forest dragons and sky dragons live here year-round, and the sea dragons in the winter. Tropica is a beach paradise, with palm trees and crystal-clear waters.

Total: 655 words

WEEKLY #1


Character reference sheet for Keefe Sencen (from ‘KOTLC’ series.)

Book series continuing or ended?: Continuing

Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: (assumingly) straight
Species: human

Strengths: intelligent, charming, brave, self-less, loving, good at combat, physically strong, pretty congenial

Weaknesses: jealous at times, indecisive, extremely anxious, scared, not confident in himself, mentally weak, low self esteem, sulky

General view of life: congested, gloomy, a ray of hope somewhere, later/ hopeless, later/gloomy, later later/ changeable

Relationships:

.romantic crush: Sophie Elizabeth Foster
.best friend: Fitzroy Avery Vacker
.other friends: Biana Vacker, Dexter Diznee, Marella Redek, Linh Song, Wylie
.frenemy: Tam Song (xD)
.family: Lord Cassius Sencen (father), Lady Gisela Sencen /ewwww/ (mother)

Tendencies:

Tends to deal with stressful situations by himself
Improvement: Little improvement as he now exchanges little information to Sophie
Tends to run away from home whenever he feels and intuition that he can capture his psychotic mother alone
Improvement: No improvement whatsoever
Tends to hide his feelings from the rest of the world and live on other people's happiness
Improvement: No improvement whatsoever
Tends to stay away from his friends, feeling that he is a threat to them because his psychotic criminal mother will harm those that are close to him
Improvement: No improvement- same action done at the end of the (currently) last novella

Romantic Struggles:

Has a crush on Sophie Foster (whom is already in a partially romantic relationship with Fitz Vacker)
Too loyal and loving for his own good
Very indecisive which doesn’t attract lovers

Helping Others:

Enjoys helping others in many ways
Helping others is like coffee to him, a fuel that makes him feel important in the world
Always ready to lend a hand and wants to go on thrilling mission than stay home and sulk









Story:

A cold gust of wind blew north, sending shivers up Keefe’s spine as he trekked west, holding only a blue-black gadget that could teleport him using the power of light, and a small white plastic bag stuffed with a soggy mallowmelt. He shivered, frozen tears dripping down his chin. He didn’t know why he left the Lost Cities to go to the Forbidden Cities, just a strong feeling that his mother was somewhere out there in the snowy mist of the Himalayas, waiting for him like waiting for a fish, holding the bait. They’d all caught his mother several times, even had her cornered once- but she’d always managed to escape. Not this time.. Keefe thought as bile crawled up his throat. This time, Sophie was safe back in the Lost Cities. His friends were also safe back at home. He didn’t need to fret about their safety, only his, and that would be easy. He had manifested a power that was so powerful yet so dangerous, that he would look like an idiot if he were scared of someone!

He continued on the slippery path of the mountains, unsure exactly where he was going. Although he tried to build a wall of steel around his memories, occasionally, Sophie, Biana, and his best friend Fitz’s faces popped through his mind. Where were they now? Keefe chuckled rawly. Probably playing bramble without him, our training for combat… without him. Keefe’s eyes watered once again as he stopped to catch his breath and stared at the snowy ground below. Ever so weirdly enviously, he couldn’t stop the thoughts of what his friends would be doing without him- what Sophie would be doing without him. What if Fitz and Sophie got so close with each other by the time he got back that there was no hope for them… if there was any hope for them from the beginning. Keefe shook his head. No.. they don’t need me to be… they’re better without me.

Suddenly, as fast as a fly, someone grabbed him by the shoulder, wrapping his mouth with a weird smelling tissue. Seconds later he sat in an eerily familiar steel room, his hands tied to a hard chair.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” A sinister, atrociously familiar voice whispered. “An extra, ugh, son? Where were you all these days? Didn’t mama tell you to come back to the world of bad as soon as you manifested your power?”

Keefe’s eyes timidly flickered to face the female figure in front of him, the one he hated most, the one he hoped to capture, Lady Gisela. A gush of hatred splashed through his face as he struggled to get up from the chair.

“Don’t even try son, those chains are double the price of a million mallowmelts, must come into some sort of great use. Now… join mama and let us take over the lost cities. Come one, I didn’t swallow bottles of darkness during my pregnancy for nothing!”

Keefe shook his head vigorously. “No.. no! Never! I will never- EVER join you for anything. Never in a million years.”

Lady Gisela raised her eyebrows. “Is that so? Well then, let’s see how you react after you see this. Saying that much, she pulled out a spyball, revealing a blond girl and two brunettes stranded on an island, next to millions and millions of rebellious ogres.

“Say one more no and you can wave goodbye to your little friends.”

Keefe’s eyes welled up, his mind racing faster than the speed of light as he stared at Sophie, Biana, and Fitz, all fearfully tied up in ropes, struggling painfully.

“Y-your a monster!” Keefe yelled at what was left of his mother in front of him. No, he couldn’t let her win this time. He didn’t run away from the Lost Cities to lose again, to have no choice but to join his mother and commit crimes.

Suddenly, an impulsive, indecisive decision crossed his mind. He had no other option. So, being his anxious self, Keefe ripped the chains of his wrists and rammed into his mother, snatching the spyball and jumping out the window behind her. Once safe and away from his mother and her spooky facility, Keefe stopped running near a large oak tree. Gasping for breath, Keefe’s eyes fluttered as he looked around the unfamiliar setting. Something felt hot behind his back. Perhaps it was just sweat- or maybe his nervousness, but something told him he should turn around and check- so he did.

Keefe gasped, feeling a rollercoaster of emotions that sent him flying to the ground.

The Facility was on Fire -






Character Voices:

Elsa is a delicate, beautiful young woman. She does tend to be sensitive sometimes, especially when a situation includes something harmful happening to her younger sister Anna, but by herself, she can be a firecracker. Although bold and strong, depending on the situation, Elsa can be quiet and timid. The days when she thought her powers could be harmful to the world, Elsa was very serious and low self esteemed, always thinking she would be dangerous to other people and shutting herself from the world. Elsa reflects that pain and grief while she talks in the movie, but also the newfound feeling of adventure and exploration to discover the mysteries of her past that she later discovers in Frozen 2. Elsa is always very direct and honest, and doesn’t often try to sugarcoat things. Some people may perceive her as selfish because of her actions in Frozen 1 (shutting herself from the world) but although she may be cold at times, Elsa only wants the best for her sister, family, and people.

Anna is a bold young woman who always speaks for herself. She likes to think out of the box and is always very talkative. Although Anna can be reliant and trusting, she is always up for an independent adventure. Anna always adds pizzazz into her voice, making everything fun no matter what situation it may be. She is extremely optimistic and adds a dash of excitement in all conversations. She can misunderstand someone for something they are not just by actions, and although may seem like more than a firecracker, is extremely nonchalant and can trust someone very quickly! Anna is always very kind and welcoming to everyone, but can be bossy and daring when the time comes.

Scene from Elsa’s Perspective:

A soft voice whispered in my ear, exactly three seconds after the clocked struck twelve.

“Do you wanna build a snowman?”

I smiled, half asleep still, nodding my head. A pair of tiny hands pulled me up and onto the ground. The floor was cold, hard, as we walked down. I felt some sort of intuition that something would go wrong, but I didn’t want to ruin the night for my sister Anna.

“Snowball! Snowball!” Anna yelled, hoping up and down.

I giggled, sending waves of flurries that wrapped around her waist and creating a large carpet made of snow. We played for hours, throwing snowballed at each other and flying from icy ropes into mounds of snow.The cold was so soft and refreshing and we were both having a wonderful time! That was until a giant anaconda stole the statue of the fan-fi duck deity and ruined it all.. That was when I decided I’d give Anna a challenge. I used all my might, creating a large boulder of snow, pitching it at Anna’s legs… except I missed. The large mound of snow crashed write into Anna’s face, and she crashed right into a pile full of frozen ice. At first I just giggled, amused, but I wasn’t aware my life would change completely after that one moment. After a few seconds of laughing my head of at what happened to my sister, I realized what a grave mistake I had done. There Anna lay, on the stony cold ground, her eyes shut and her face emotionless.

“A-Anna?” I whispered, creeping closer to her still body.

My knees dropped in front of her, my mind racing with questions, hard beating hard at my lungs.

“M-mama! Papa!” I cried, begged, for them to come.

My whole body shivered, staring anxiously at my sister eyelids, praying so hard for them to open.

What had I done? Was I a monster! Would my powers harm someone like that again?

Was Anna okay?

Scene from Anna’s Perspective:

I was sleeping sooo peacefully, until someone had to wake me up- although I won’t blame Elsa for doing so. It was a quiet night, too quiet for little girls to be roaming around the palace. As fast as a fly, Else led me down to the main hall, where we’d only really entered with mama and papa. I was having fun glancing at the weird looking dudes on painted portraits on the walls, with weird looking mustaches shaved and cut in different ways. That was when something cold hit my back, sending shivers up my spine. Good shivers. Great adrenaline. I turned around to see fluffy white snow coming from Elsa’s hands, and giggled. She hit me with another snowball, making a mustache appear on my face as well! We laughed for hours and hours, playing on the carpet of snow sis had made for us. That was until something a little too big hit the back of my head. Honestly, I was fine! I just took a little nap on the floor and woke up in some weird looking ogre dude's arms, not a big deal! Mama and Papa said the ‘accident’ somehow changed my fate's design or something, but the thing that has only changed for me is my relationship with Elsa. Ever since that day, she’s shut herself in her room… and I’m worried.












Three Fan-if Trope(s):

The night was sorrowful, simple as a dove in the moonlight. He had left.. left me stranded. Left me alone in the darkness with my mother. How could I tell her she was right? How could I tell her neither was worth the fight?

“My only love sprung from my only hate!”

“Come to mother, dear. Sometimes love isn’t worth fighting.”

The tears clinging to my eyes drenched my cheeks, trickling down to my chin. How could he leave me? After all that time spent? All he wanted of that satchel, all he wanted was that crown. Perhaps I was the fool here, after all, it had only been a day since we’d met. What could have possibly made me fall for him?

“What is this feeling- love?”

“Rapunzel, come to mummy. Let’s go home now, I made you favorite soup!~”

I nodded, wiping my tears and following mother home.

***

Reaching home, I let mother go back to her cottage and bring me soup. Till then, looking at the mirror in my room, I weeped. How could I have been so nonchalant and fall for his tricks? Was mother really right about the world below this tower?

“Under love’s heavy burden do I sink..”

I sniffled my tears away, looking around the room for something to switch my mind to. Right then and there, something twinkled from the pipes of my room. Wasn’t that where I hid his satchel?

“Have memories of love come back to thy sorrowful?”

I crept forwards to the sparkling twilight, revealing a sparkling crown. Memories flashed through my mind, like crows at the start of daylight. This crown. The child at corona. The missing princess. My hands shivered as I picked the crown up and placed it on my head, facing the mirror.

“But soft, what light through the yonder window breaks?”

“I am the lost princess of Corona..”

I whispered, turning to face an angry mother- and angry lady that pretended to be my mother.

“M-mother… Am I the lost princess? Of Corona?”

Mother Gothel froze, then shook her head vigorously.

“O-f course not! Why would you be? Your my little darling baby-“

“No! I AM the lost princess, aren’t I? And Eugene- he didn’t leave on purpose did he?”

Mother Gothel’s face froze once again, her eyes glaring at me like stale green tomatoes. I was too mad to apologize, and so, I whipped around, turning to leave.

“You want me to be the bad guy?” Mother asked from behind. “Fine.. I’ll be the BAD GUY~”

Suddenly, in the blink of any eye, a weirdly languishing smell crinkled through my nose- and the next second I was all tied up, stuck against the wall.

“Now your lover will come. Now he’ll see the consequences of trying to steal my Rapunzel from me. Now he will understand being a pretty boy isn’t quite enough.”

“Mother please.. Please don’t hurt him!” I pleaded, but she wouldn’t give in to any mercy.

“Rapunzel!” A familiar voice called from below the tower, and my heart broke into two.

“Please don’t save me Eugene… please..” I chanted softly, even though I could hear the clinching of boots up the tower.


“Parting is such a sweet sorrow..”





SWC Fan-Fiction:

Waking up during SWC is always the first thrill of the day. As leaders(co’s and campers,) we sleep on large mango canopies every day! After a glass of morning mango tea, and a treat of baked marmalade danish, I’d sprint over to the cafe to chat with my team members. Morning Announcements is another exciting part of the day, oh the extreme anxiousness of Fan-if citizens as they wait, fingers crossed that FOETRY doesn’t have the lead in the competition /hj /nm . After planning who would do the daily, weekly, and in cabin activities of that day, all mates disperse into their own writing laboratories to finish their assigned work. As a co-leader, I must take a jog to the Fan-if anomalies/words warehouse and jot down the analytics of every camper from the day before. Although quite tiring, SWC is a camp that lets you forget about school, homework, and other stressful life stuff for just a moment, as you fall into a world of stories! (wow this is the worst thing I’ve ever written in my life (and that’s comparing this to my preschool love stories ))

Weekly 1
Cabin: Mythology (for the win!!!!!)

Total word count: 2498

Part 1


Character Reference Sheet

Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

Series continuing or ended?: Continuing

Pronouns: he/him
Species: human (?)

Good at: video games, fencing, piano, modelling
As cat noir: Agility, speed, power of destruction
Profession: Superhero, Student, Model

Relationships:
- romantic interest: Ladybug/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
- friends: Nino, Marinette, Alya, Kagami, Chloe 
- other friends: Luka, all other classmates
- family: Gabriel Agreste (father), Emilie Agreste (mother), Felix (Cousin), Amelie(aunt)

Adrien is a quiet and generous person who does not have much experience of the outside world since he had been home schooled for most of his life. His mother disappeared mysteriously and nobody knows why. He can be playful and flirty as cat noir.


Scenario: your character is meeting somebody they haven't seen in years  
441 words

The screen focuses on a tall, huge bunglow in Paris, what appears to look like the famous agreste mansion, the residence of the famous fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste. There in a window, stood a blond (who happens to be blind) guy, his sparkling green eyes standing out in the sun. Here was the one and only Adrien Agreste, son of Gabriel Agreste, a high school student and model. However, there was something off with his face today. He seemed distressed. What could the reason for his stress be?


“I…miss my mom” Adrien muttered to the small black coloured bug-mouse next to him. That was plagg. His Kwami. Yes he was secretly cat noir and nobody knew this. His father had been extremely ignorant towards him ever since his mother mysteriously disappeared two years ago. Nobody in Paris knew what had happened to her, but maybe one certain person could answer this question. Gabriel Agreste.


He had tried enquiring about his mother's disappearance quite a few times, but all in vain. His father never told him what exactly happened. It was high time now. He decided to investigate on his own. He marched upto his father's office while he was out of town with his assistant, Natalie. Adrien basically lived on his own with his Bodyguard, who never uttered a word. He started searching through the drawers, hoping to find something. He sighed when he failed. He looked upto the huge potrait of his mother in the room, and placed his hands on it. Just then, it seemed to have opened some sort of portal beneath the floor, and Adrien slid all the way down. “….Where am I? What is this place? Father never told me of this place! is this our house?” 


He walked about a little and was amazed at what he saw- several white butterflies~ which could possibly be purified akumas?? “Nah… I'm overthinking” he thought to himself. What surprised him even more was the glass capsule near the butterflies. What could that possibly be? He walked closer and was shocked at what he saw- it was his mother, in what seemed like a comatose state. What was going on? the poor boy needed answers. Although right now, he just wanted to feel the delight of seeing his mother after two years, still fine. He managed to somehow open the capsule Emilie was in, and a few moments later he was crushed into a hug. His mom, Emilie Agreste, was still alive. He could not believe his eyes
“You saved me son!” Emilie said to Adrien. Adrien still wanted answers but was extremely happy to find to mother back.





Part 2


Voices

Marinette Dupain-Cheng
101 words

Marinette is a clumsy girl who aspires to be a fashion designer, with her idol being Gabriel Agreste. She is sweet, outgoing, young and joyful girl who loves helping someone in need and is always with the truth! However, she lacks self-esteem and self confidence and often tends to get nervous (especially if she is around Adrien Agreste). She is a kind hearted girl who is sure to put others before herself. She is really heroic and willing to take any sort of risk at any time. She is secretly Paris' superheroine, Ladybug which indeed did help her boost her confidence. 



Adrien Agreste
108 words

Adrien Agreste is a charismatic, handsome lad who is very charming but seems to act way too oblivious at times. He is an innocent, naive and a bit reserved. He is the “perfect” dream boy anyone would want to have, and the cherry on top he is the son of famous a fashion designer and a model. He had been homeschooled for most of his life which is probably why he is unfamiliar with the world around him, outside of his mansion. He is extremely kind hearted and can be playful at times, when depicting his true personality in the form of Cat Noir, Paris' superhero alongside ladybug. 





Scene from Marinette’s perspective
302 words

It’s been exactly a year since I met him.  A year ago, this one blond guy joined my school and my class and he happened to be the son of my idol,
Gabriel Agreste. Chloe, one of those brats in class claimed to have known him since they were toddlers and also claimed to be his only friend. That poor guy was homeschooled for the most of his life. That day, I came into my classroom, just to find that new guy near my seat and a chewing gum stuck on my seat. Believing it was him who did it. I thought that of course,  he was Chloe's childhood friend, must be like her, a rich spoilt brat! Although I was soon proven wrong.


His first impressions on me weren’t really the best of him of course- but I eventually found out I misunderstood. Of course, how could such a pure hearted person stick chewing gum on my seat? He was just trying to help me by taking it off!


That day in the rain he offered me his umbrella, that was the point I fell for him. It was the sweetest thing someone had ever done to me. His kind and generous action made me realise my intuition about him was false.


I’m glad I ran into him that day in the rain and he clarified all the things up, or else who knows, I might have been hating him till this day! But look at us now, we are best mates! Our friendship stronger than ever.


Friendship. Yeah friendship. Well…. little does that oblivious little kid know how much I like him. I have always desired to be more than just friends- but oh god would he ever stop friendzoning me? I am tired of his “she's just a friend”



Scene from Adrien’s perspective
306 words



So that was the day I began a new chapter of my life. With me finally allowed to leave my room, my house and attend regular school like other children was age, was a fact that delighted me. Knowing my father, I was enrolled into where my only friend, Chloe studied. The first day was quite well. Chloe never changed. Still bratty as ever. I caught her sticking gum to one of the student's bench. I thought it would be nice to take it off before it causes any embarrassment to anybody. But oops, your timing sucks Adrien! 
That girl who was the owner of the seat walked into the classroom right as I attempted to take the gum off. To her, who did not know the backstory, it seemed like I was the bad one here, sticking the gum to her seat when I was actually helping her! Oh god, she must be thinking I am a rich spoilt brat which I certainly am not!


Later in the day, there occurred a thunderstorm. I happened to run into that same girl and I offered her my umbrella, as an act of kindness. I clarified things up and I am glad she believed me and not think that I was cooking up fake stories. She later thanked me for trying to help and apologised for the misunderstanding. Wow, I made a friend.


A friend. Yes a friend. That was Marinette. One of the kindest people I ever met and till this day, we remain best friends! I am glad that day I was able to convince her and clarify her misunderstanding or else knows what she must be thinking of me now? Today marks one day since all this happened. I dont exactly know why I remember the date, but maybe it is special to me.





Part 3

Tropes used: Friends to Lovers ,  Canon Divergent , college AU , Backstory Fic

712 words

Hawkmoth had been defeated and his identity had been revealed to the entire world. The whole world had shook by the revelation, had they never expected Paris' greatest enemy could be the world famous fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste. The person who was most affected by the news was his son, Adrien Agreste who was secretly cat noir. Adrien could not believe that he was fighting his own father all along and was extremely disappointed with him. 
It was revealed that Gabriel actually had a positive motive behind all his evil deeds. He wanted to bring back Adrien's mother by combining the ladybug and black cat miraculous. After hearing his grief, Adrien's heart melted, as he missed his mother dearly, but that could not hide the fact that his father was a supervillain, caused so much trouble to all the civilians of Paris. Ladybug and Cat Noir decided to help the man fulfil his mission, and they eventually found an alternate way to bring Emilie back. Adrien was very delighted to have his mother back.
The identities of Cat Noir and Ladybug were still hidden under the mask, just in case another supervillain occurs in the future. As much as it was difficult for Ladybug and Cat Noir to say goodbye, they had to, until another supervillain strikes. They had become extremely close to each other within this entire time of fighting supervillains, and did not want to leave. They couldn't reveal their identities even though they wanted to, so as an alternative, they gave each other matching bracelets, as a memory of each other, and also so that they may identify each other if they ever meet in their civilian form. That was the last time our superheroes met in their superhero forms. Adrien was extremely disheartened at the loss of his lady. At the bright side, he got his mother back and Paris was now free of evil. 
Set in 5 years in the future, Our young superheroes were now in college still unaware of each other's identities. Adrien missed Ladybug deeply and he often recalled their last battle together. Marinette too missed her silly kitty. It had been five years since they last met. Marinette and Adrien, Along with alya and nino attended the same college. Alya and Nino were still together and Marinette was still crushing on Adrien, with him trying ways to find ladybug. Some things never change! The bond between Adrien and Marinette had grown stronger over the years, and he had been much more lively ever since his mother came back. They both still had their miraculouses and kwamis, even though they no longer needed to transform. Plagg and Tikki were well aware of each other's holders, and thus they snuck out to secretely meet each other occasionally. They always dropped hints which would help their holders recognise each other, but their owners were way too oblivious. The kwamis were fed up of ttheir dumb owners. It had been five years yet Adrien had not given up on finding the love of his life, neither moved on from ladybug.
One day, Marinette had asked Adrien to get her some notes from her notebook while she was busy with her designing lesson. Adrien went to Marinette and Alya's room and started looking for the notes she had asked him to bring. In the process, he stumbled upon something that he never thought would find here. It was the bracelet Ladybug and Cat Noir exchanged on the day they last met. He looked at the bracelet which said “It's you and me” he could not believe his eyes. He then rolled up his sleeve, revealing the hidden bracelet which said “Against the world”.
Sometime later, it was recess and Marinette was going through the notes Adrien handed her. In the middle of it, she found a note, and it said “M'lady I found you  ~Adrien”
Marinette was shocked as her brain walked back the memory lane recalling cat noir. Could Adrien be the one who actually wrote this note? So that would mean Adrien was cat noir. Marinette was flabbergasted and couldn't believe it. She ran around the college looking for Adrien. She finally found him and hugged him tightly . “My kitty” she whispered. “Yes M'lady” Adrien said as he embraced her.


Part 4

People mentioned: Me, Birdi , Bakie , Robin , Iris (I call her Emma) , Daizy , Moss , Re

473 words

One morning I, Ami woke up, and logged onto scratch. There I saw a comment from Birdi. What it said completely surpised me. “Hey dear campers this is to inform you all that we are now introducing in real life scratch writing camp!! It will be absolutely free of cost, no matter at what area of the world you may live in. There is a common meeting point for it and you will be provided with tickets and everything you need to get transported to that area. Although it is fine if you would like to continue with this experience online. I really hope to meet y'all in person!!” I read. The fact that I could physically meet all these wonderful people whom I found on this website enlightened me! I decided to ask Emma, my old friend, who had been sorted in Script this session, if she would attend the in real life camp. I went to her profile and commented, and almost immediately received a reply. “of course! I am so excited ! please say that you are coming too!!” it said. I replied back “yes I am!”

Soon, the tickets arrived. Wow, what was this place? I had never heard of it before. SWC Island? does a thing like that even exist? after a while I reached the airport, super excited to meet everyone, especially Emma and Daizy, my other old friend, from the same cabin as me.

“Welcome aboard!” The air hostess, who seemed oddly familiar, greeted me. I smiled at her and I was guided to my seat by another one who again, looked familiar. Soon after, we were told to introduce ourselves, and also telling our online identity. I discovered that the two air hostesses were Bakie and Birdi. I also figured out that Emma was on the seat right next to me! I hugged her and we chatted throughout the journey! Soon enough, we reached the destination. We seemed to have reached a whole new world! I was greeted by Robin at the entrance. “Welcome! May I please know your online identity and cabin?” Robin enquired us. “Hey Robin! I'm Ami hope you know me and I'm in your cabin- mythology!” Robin guided me to our cabin and Emma to hers.

I stood in front of the huge board which said “Myth Maze”. I was quite nervous to go inside but finally went in. I met Moss and Re, who seemed to be so kind in real life as well! and then, I found a familiar looking face. I immediately knew who it was even though I was seeing it for the first time. It was Daizy! Finally, I met her! She looked way too different than I imagined but that did not stop me from recognising her. Ah, this is going to be so much fun!

Inside The Prophecies Begin

In-cabin Weekly, Week 2: Have you ever read a book or watched a movie with such a unique, interesting world that you wished you could live inside it? Write a 700-word story in which you insert a character in this world. What do they do? How do they interact with other people and the environment, and how do they respond to the settings and situations in the original fandom?

1,080 words

The forest was quiet at this time of night. Birds were tucked away in their nests, small prey animals curled up to sleep in their burrows. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves, the whispering of the wind, and the quiet laughter of the stream. Then a bright light appeared, casting an iridescent glow over the dark bracken.
Then as soon as the radiance had appeared, it faded away just as quickly, leaving the forest just as it was before. Well, with the addition of a young she-cat that now stood in its place. She looked around warily, taking cover in the safety of a tree root. She was now used to the abrupt change when she entered simulations, and prepared to use all her senses as a cat to navigate her environment.
She should be close to Sunningrocks now. Over the wind, she could hear the sounds of battle. Pinpointing the location with her ears, she trotted at a quick pace toward the river. The sounds grew louder, until she stepped through a pair of bushes, and there they were. It was too dark to make cats out, and she hadn’t yet learned to distinguish their scents, but a writhing tussle was taking place.
The she-cat stepped back, eyes wary. Her dark tabby pelt blended in perfectly with the undergrowth, a crucial element of her mission. She couldn’t reveal herself now, but the time was coming soon when she would have to act.
A sudden crunch of stone, accompanied by a wail of disbelief, yanked her out of her thoughts. She peeked over at the battlefield to see a russet-colored tom standing before a rockslide, looking shocked. That must be Redtail.
She felt a slight pang of regret, but saving Oakheart was not her mission. As the light of dawn started to peek over the horizon, the invading cats, pelts glossy and still wet with the sheen of river water, turned and fled, screeching.
Two toms now stood on the battlefield, shoulder to shoulder, watching them leave. The she-cat felt a twinge of unease and fear as she gazed at the warrior who undoubtably had to be Tigerclaw. She flexed her claws, waiting for her moment. If she acted a moment too early or too late, she’d fail.
After exchanging a few words with the warrior, Redtail turned away. Tigerclaw’s amber eyes glinted menacingly, and without a moment’s pause, he leapt at the deputy. Redtail let out a cry of shock, but he was already pinned down with no hope for escape.
Tigerclaw raised his paw to perform the finishing blow. And then Ashia leapt forward with a yowl that resounded through the forest. She flung herself at Tigerclaw’s side, catching the great warrior off-balance. He stumbled, eyes flaring with shock, as Ashia shoved him off Redtail, hissing.
“Back off, traitor,” she growled. “You won’t kill him, not today.”

Tigerclaw’s eyes narrowed, fixating on the newcomer. Ashia suddenly felt a stab of fear. What if Redtail didn’t recover in time to help her? She didn’t have the training, strength, or skills to defeat Tigerclaw in battle. Change of plans.
“Redtail, run!” she screeched. The ThunderClan deputy still seemed to be in shock, but he drew himself to his paws and shot off into the forest. Tigerclaw let out a screech of rage and rushed Ashia, claws aiming for her throat. She ducked and rolled, but she wasn’t quick enough to avoid his blow. Pain gripped her shoulder, and she stumbled toward the nearest tree.
The pain wasn’t real, she told herself as she scrambled up. It was just part of the simulation. Well, it sure felt real. She stopped on a branch, panting, before she realized that Tigerclaw was no longer after her.
Ashia looked down. The clearing was deserted. Tigerclaw must have left to chase down Redtail. She let out a hiss under her breath. She’d never be able to help them with her injured shoulder. She’d have to reset the simulation. Then she remembered an important plot point in the original fandom.
“Ravenpaw?” she called softly. “I know you’re there.”
At first there was silence. Then the bushes rustled softly, and the apprentice came out, eyes wide, his body shaking like a leaf. “H-How d-d-do you know m-my na-m-me?”
“Never mind that, Ravenpaw,” she murmured softly. “You need to go help Redtail, or Tigerclaw will kill him.”
“H-h-ow do you know that?” Ravenpaw’s eyes suddenly lit up with a revelation. “Are you a StarClan cat?”
Ashia mentally face-palmed. But then her mind turned over the idea, and she realized it might not be such a bad thing. Silently begging the actual StarClan not to be too angry, she nodded to Ravenpaw.
“Go now. Get Redtail to the camp alive, and you’ll never have to deal with Tigerclaw again,” she told the quivering apprentice.
He stood there for a long moment, staring up at Ashia. Then he nodded quickly and shot off in the direction that the two warriors had gone.
Ashia sighed in relief. “Leave simulation,” she declared under her breath.
Just like that, the forest around her flashed with iridescent colors, shimmering in a sudden breeze. A silvery sheet of metal floated in front of her on the branch. Ashia crept forward, wincing, and touched her nose to the portal.
Then the world around her transformed, and she was human once more, sitting in a room of flashing computer banks. Even though the pain was gone, she flexed her shoulder, heading to the main computer to view the effects of her change on the simulation.
Redtail survived, and Tigerclaw was cast out of ThunderClan. Ashia smiled in relief. ThunderClan assumed that a StarClan cat had intervened to save the deputy. But the next set of news gave her pause. Tigerclaw murdered Ravenpaw while he was out hunting a few days later. Firepaw, who had arrived at ThunderClan when Ashia was saving Redtail, had lost crucial learning and conflict that would prepare him to be the warrior and leader he became in the unaltered story.
Ashia eventually closed the simulation report, leaning back in her chair with a sigh. Changing simulations usually ended up like this. A small victory in the short term could create disaster in the future of the story. Authors usually left the story hinging narrowly on a specific character being there at the right time, which was very annoying when one’s job depended on altering those fandoms.
Oh well. Maybe next time.