July 2022 SWC Writing Megathread

Cynthialz

word war

(220 Words)

I watch as the sun slowly sets. I'm with my best friend Katelyn in her backyard. We're having our first sleepover together and I had been beyond excited all day! We both loved astronomy so we had decided to lay in her backyard which had a perfect view of the sky and lay there until they could see the first star. I smiled as I looked over at her. She had deep blue eyes and the perfect silky brown hair. We had met after school. We both did school sports and I was practicing for soccer while she was practicing for volleyball. We had both been walking out to our practice area when we had seen each each other and started talking on our way. We learned that we didn't have any classes together, but were in the same grade. We also had many common interests. We had started to hang out after school and had become quite good friends. A few days earlier we made plans to have a sleepover at Katelyn's house. We had decided if it went well they would have a sleepover once every other week alternating houses. I didn't have many friends so I was excited to finally have one as great as her and I was determined to make sure our sleepover went wonderfully.

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A description of my bedroom

My bed is positioned beneath the window, messy and unmade. The sheets are a very pale pink, like a red rose with all the color sapped from its petals. The comforter is decorated with images of cutesy trees and forest animals. At the moment, both are carelessly pushed to the foot of the bed, wrinkled and tangled up in each other. Maybe later I’ll straighten them up, but the chances are not likely.

The window is open right now, letting in sunlight and fresh air. The sound of wind and speeding cars comes through as well; my room faces a busy street. Every night, I fall asleep to the sound of vehicles driving noisily past our house. The white-slatted shutters have been pushed aside as well, casting shadows on the mint-colored walls. Through the netted window screen, I have a clear view of the sky, bright blue and empty.

The carpet is kind of brown color. It’s in need of a vacuum, or better yet, a washing. Oh, my dog is here! He’s a kind of brown color too, though lighter than the carpet. In some places, his fur fades to cream. He smiles up at me as I pet him, his big triangular ears splayed back. As cute as he is, though, he’s not a part of my room, and I probably should not be describing him.

My bookcase stands to the left side of the bed. It is tall and white, with books stacked and arranged neatly on its shelves. I gave it a proper organization last month, and the end result was quite pleasing. The books are placed by size and by genre. Smaller novels go on certain shelves, while the bottommost and upper middle shelves are dedicated to taller picture books and crochet guides. The lower middle shelf is dedicated entirely to non-fantasy fiction (ninety-nine percent of what I read is fantasy). There are a few other books from that category scattered throughout the mainly fantasy shelves, but I keep most of them concentrated in one place. A few other odd knickknacks, like Hello Kitty figurines, little stuffed toys, and a tin of bookmarks I’ll never use peek out from among the books. They add a little extra charm to my shelves, I think. The organization isn’t perfect, but it’s much better than what was in place pre-June. I was keeping my crochet supplies on there! Anyways, I am satisfied with how it looks, and that’s what really matters.

My desk stands near the other side of the room, also tall and white. I gave it a good cleaning last month as well, though clutter has slowly started to build up on it again. My desk never can manage to stay clean for more than a couple weeks, no matter how hard I try. It’s not so terrible right now, though. A mug of pencils and pens sits in the corner. Glue sticks, tape dispensers, and a tin of erasers are lined up beside it. A sketchbook (containing an unfinished entry for Alyelle’s DTIYS), a notebook, and my dog’s bandana are among the few items scattered across the desktop. In a few months, I can guarantee that the surface will be hidden through all the clutter that has materialized atop it.

On the built-in shelf above the desktop, a lamp beams down to light my working space. There is a also a toy alpaca whose hat and blanket-saddle-thing I wove myself, and a framed picture of my third grade teacher and me. On a ledge above that are community center sports trophies that I probably didn’t earn (never shall I willingly participate in sports again), various crafts from second grade, and a sock snowman doll third grade. Ah, memories.

ForestPanther

Character reference sheet for Qibli from Wings of Fire
Series continuing or ended? Ended, but I have not read the final arc, so I will be basing it on only the first two arcs.

Pronouns: Not specified, he/him used
Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Dragon =P

Strengths: Inquisitive, perceptive, creative, strategic, a quick-thinker, relatively athletic
Weaknesses: Solitary, self-doubting, defensive, fear of his family, abused

General view of life: Pretty good, believes in his cause, determined

Relationships:
Romantic relationship- Moon
Friends- Winter, Turtle, Peril, Kinkajou, Umber
Friends/Mentors/Role Models- Queen Thorn
Family- Mother, Grandfather, older brother and sister
Enemies- Grandfather, Queen Scarlet, Darkstalker

Tendencies:
-Overanalyzes EVERYTHING
-Hides emotions with jokes
-Acts carefree
-Always wants to be the one in the center of the action, very restless
-Doesn't usually ask for help

Situations:

Romantic issues (Moon/Winter)
-Hides it with jokes
-Constantly worries about being rejected
-Believes he's not good enough

Losing a friend
-Believes it's his fault
-Heavy grief that he attempts to hide but can't
-Unless helped by friends, will eventually turn it into another traumatic event that he avoids and tries to joke around

Leading a search party
-Wants to go with everyone
-Inconsiderate to what people can/can't do
-Stressed
-Eventually calms down and tries to do better- succeeds!

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PART ONE: ‘your character’s family is part of an evil organization that is trying to kidnap all their friends'

Qibli laughed nervously, shuffling slyly backwards away from his mother. He'd known he would have to face his family as soon as he learned that they were the ones kidnapping his friends, but this confrontation had surprised him. Already, he was cursing himself for not expecting this, worrying about where Winter was and how to save him, speculating Winter's reaction to having to be rescued and scouring the cavern for any ways of escape. But his mother's presence demanded most of his attention. She was a great, hulking figure, made grander and more threatening by the legacy she had scarred him with- his desperate, hopeful childhood. Qibli thought that by now, after numerous more recent encounters with his family, he wouldn't be transported back to his small, insignificant childhood form where he was forced into submission by the idea of his mother. Bu even now, he had to steel himself to face her.
Qibli slapped on a smile. “So, hey, ma. How's life?”
His mother- no, Cobra, Queen Thorn was his true mother now- snarled and stalked closer to Qibli.
“I don't have time for your petty attempts at persuasion, you scheming dissapointment. Get out of my sight.”
Qibli's heart raced. He needed to keep up the distraction so that Moon and Peril could get Winter and Turtle out of prison, but it was obvious that Cobra wasn't going to fly with the whole ‘mother-son heartfelt conversation’ thing. In fact, Qibli was almost one hundred percent sure that Cobra would be happy to roast him on the spot and feed him to his older siblings.
“Hey, hey! Aren't you more excited to see me? Qibli? Your son?” Qibli stammered, clutching on to a feeble grin.
“You?” Cobra snarled, her face deformed with disdain. “Why would I ever be excited to see you?”
Inside, the familiar feeling of being unwanted threatened to take him over. But Qibli refused. He wouldn't be taken over by his past. He still had something to do, other than distract his mother. He had to initiate the chain… of explosions.
But not yet- the signal hadn't sounded.
Cobra was scanning over Qibli. She snorted.
“You still have that ridiculous earring. Didn't I tell you to get a new one? Get over your royalty phase? Although-” A hint of a smirk crossed her snout. “That black diamond. Our family symbol. Glad to know you've finally gotten over your so-called ‘hatred’ of us.” Cobra threw back her head and guffawed manically. Qibli waited patiently. So, the red diamond had turned black. The signal had been sounded. His plan could be put into action.
“Actually, Mother, I think I'm finally over your mud-stained heritage.”
Qibli bounded forwards and thundered onto the pressure plate. And then he was high in the sky, soaring far away from the massive fireball that was bellowing from the cavern.
He could have laughed. He was finally free. But despite his last words, Qibli wondered if he'd every be able to overcome the torture of his family's legacy.

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PART TWO

Katniss Everdeen, ‘The Hunger Games’
Katniss isn't one much for talking. When she does talk, she speaks concisely and gets the point across. Often, she is very blunt. We can tell that she struggles with politeness and presentability and can't alter her personality well from the interviews; we don't get much variety in her cold, hard, precise way of talking. However, notable exceptions can be seen when talking to people she loves, such as Prim or Rue, or talking about her emotions. She uses shorter sentences. Her word choice is simple but descriptive, influenced by her poor upbringing. She often laments into vivid descriptions, which is when we can see her blunt style develop into something slightly more poetic. For some reason, I often notice a lack of commas that for me adds so much personality =33 It's not that she's impatient, she just can't be bothered to wait.

Effie Trinket, ‘The Hunger Games’
Effie was brought up in the rich luxury of the Capitol, and we can see that in how she speaks. Somehow her words themselves are extravagant. She often makes up words and phrases that usually only make a small amount of sense. Usually, they get the meaning across well. She values politeness intensely and is very polite to others. Her sentences range from long, detailing descriptions to short exclamations. Effie uses a lot of short exclamations, especially when affronted or shocked. She is usually upbeat and exclamation marks are common in her sentences. She also uses repetition a lot for effect.

Scenario: The Reaping
Katniss.

It's still a shock to me. It happened so fast. My mind is in a whirl and I'm struggling to stand, but I know that I must. There is so much at stake and even without the cameras trained on me, catching and broadcasting my every move to the country, I feel like I'm constantly being watched. Or perhaps not watched. No, I feel as if I am watching myself, intent on everything I do. And I am. But for good reason. Within hours, I will be plucked and primped and smacked into shape for my insignificant words to be broadcasted to the nation. And how did I get here?
The Reaping.
That fateful event where I have now signed my death warrant.
I would not have done anything different. I traded my life for Prim's, and that is a trade that I would make again. She means more to me than anything. She is the only place I laugh.
Now I doubt that I will ever hear her laugh again.
But there is no time to reflect. I have Prim's final words to act on. If not for the emotional promise that I made, out of love, out of desperation, I would give up and surrender my life to the brutal killers that hunt me down. But I can't do that, not after Prim made me promise. Now I have her fear to live up too.
I stand up, still full of the swirl of emotions that grasped me and didn't let me go when Prim's name was called out by the Capitol attendant. But I have something to do now. I have a life that I must use well. I must survive. For her. For Prim.
It is an impossible task, and I know that all too well.

Effie.

Exciting! I'm quite enthralled by the unforeseen twist that was deployed by that intriguing ‘dark horse’, Katniss Everdeen. She really knows how to make a splash- perfect for the media. Although she could do better to not appear so dark and moody. Honestly, teenagers. Never appreciating the joy of our lives! However, I suppose I can't ask for more than what she demonstrated from a girl for District Twelve. I'll work with whatever I get! And quite a lot of fortune has been bestowed upon me on this fine day! Finally, I have an opportunity to promoted from the crusty slums of the poorest District. And for good reason, I think to myself. What business does anyone have resigning me, Effie Trinket, to this horrific mess? Nobody has any manners!
What a gleeful day. True, a rough start, but as I love to say, always plow forwards with a smile! I get chills just recalling the drama- the reading of the name, the hush over the crowd, and then the declaration of a volunteer! Unprecedented! And to top it off, a stocky, handsome male partner. Truly, the odds were in my favor today!
With a flash, I remember the show of… what? Defiance? Against who? Nobody would dare to defy the majesty of the capitol!
Anyways, I ponder the strange raise of left arms to the sky. What an anomalous gesture! Not something they would tolerate in a cultured District. Hmph. I must contact my employers and describe the deplorable filth of District Twelve.
I choose to brush over the strange occurrence. Probably just a result of a lack of satisfaction! Nothing to worry about. And besides, there are plenty of much more interesting things to excite over.
Such an eventful day! I'm sure this is start of my new future- a glamourous one! Well, all I have to say to my new tributes is- may the odds be ever in your favor!

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PART THREE

My work is a fnaf fanfiction lmao. It includes a songfic, ‘This Comes From Inside’ by TLT. It is also a reader insert fic and is canon divergent.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Fazbear Entertainment would like you to put your hands together for the one, the only- Freddy Fazbear!”
Cheers and screaming erupt through the cavernous, neon-illuminated main hall. You're in the middle of the crowd, being jostled around by children and parents alike, waving and clapping and shrieking. You get excited- the one and only Freddy Fazbear! You love all of them, but you're especially excited to watch your faveourite animatronic perform- Roxanne Wolf. She's one of the newest performers brought out by Fazbear Entertainment, and loads of people dislike her because of that. But you lover her- she's tall and regal, but also rebellious with that flaming green streak in her wild, untamed mane of hair. And besides, she has the best section of the Mega Pizzaplex. Honestly, it's a choice between an exercise maze, a mini golf course or a thrilling go-cart ride at Roxy Raceway. She said it herself, it's there you'll go for ‘high-speed motor mayhem’!
You divert your attention back to the stage. Your icons are up there by now, silhouetted by the blue and pick glare of LED lights. Roxy's on the far right side, plugging away at her keyboard. She flips her hair back dramatically, half-smiling. She's so great!
You dance and sing along with the rest of the audience as the show continues. It's engaging and vibrant, and all too soon the flashing lights have faded to a dim pulse. The announcer's voice comes back on again, dismissing the crowd. The animatronics wave goodbye and retreat onto the center of the stage as it slowly sinks below the visible edge of the performance area. You look up in slight dissapointment- you're not really sure weather you're ready for the show to be over. Surely it hasn't already been half an hour?
“Half an hour,” you mutter to yourself disappointedly. You shake your head, noting that Fazbear Entertainment is surely scamming attendees of their shows out of their money. Most concerts last hours!
You begin to walk to the main atrium- and therefore, the door- of the Mega Pizzaplex, but as you walk, you hear the announcer's voice come over the speaker system again.
“Remember, all users with a V.I.P. pass can visit the animatronics, which are now available in their lodgings in Rockstar Row! Thank you, and have a good night!”
A V.I.P. pass? You check your pockets- sure enough, you have extra money. You gaze around thoughtfully. It wouldn't be a waste, would it? You'd come back often enough- and surely enough it would allow you access to even cooler areas of the Pizzaplex, other than Rockstar Row! You nod your head confidently and stride over to the ticket counter. After a few minutes of haggling, you are commuting to Rockstar Row with a V.I.P pass clutched tightly in your hand.

'Long time ago, it was all for a show…'

You stand in line for a while, shifting your wait impatiently from one foot to the other. Finally, your head snaps up as a bored-looking security guard escorts a guest out of the room and waves you in.
There, in the center of the living space, is Roxy herself. She's much taller than you, and her green piano-like instrument is strewn on the far wall. She smiles widely and barks out s greeting.
“Hello, and welcome! I'm Roxanne Wolf, part of the Fazbear band! It's great to meet you. What's your name?”
It sounds rehearsed, but you ignore that and reply eagerly, “I'm y/n!”
Roxy's smile stretches more. “Hi, y/n. How was the show?” It's said with such little enthusiasm that you frown slightly. “It was great,” You answer.
Roxy seems to notice my tone and shudders almost imperceptibly. Her face is contorted in a grin, her canines bared. She doesn't seem at all excited. In fact, she seems like she's just… fighting through pain. You feel a rush of sorrow and misunderstanding. Your favourite animatronic doesn't seem to… enjoy her life? You decide to try to cheer her up.
“You're my faveourite, you know.” Roxy looks up, and then relaxes. Her features are decidedly sad.

'…fill our wounds with a pound of salt…'

“Thanks, kid. I hope you liked my performance.” It's too much. It's obvious that she's trying to hide her sadness, but it's there anyways. You can't take it.
“Are you okay?”
She startles and stares at you intently. There is a long pause.
“Well, kid. Nobody's ever asked me that.” She sighs. Her long hair flutters over her back.
“Sure, I'm okay. I'm great. I love performing- and everybody loves me, anyways. It's great.” Roxy juts out her chin.

'…and your reason to justify, scars you can't quantify…'

You are slightly disappointed. You now know that Roxy is definitively hiding something, but it's also clear that she won't say a thing. You smile.
“It's so amazing to meet you, Roxy.”
“That's great, y/n. That's great. Now I think it's closing time- nice to meet you!”
She smiles again. It looks painful. Hurriedly, you turn your back and leave.
The security guard meets me at the door and hustles me away. As you leave, for real this time, you hear the announcer's voice broadcast the closing of the Pizzaplex. It'll be locked until morning. As you exit, you ponder the strange behavior of your superstar. What could cause Roxy to behave that way?

“…lock us inside a vault.”

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PART FOUR
Characters:
CD - @ForestPanther - They/Them - Horror
Scythe - @xXFierroOrFalafelXx - Xe/Xem - Hi-fi
Crystie - @PixelDucko - She/Her - Hi-fi
Kat - @readingCat11 - She/Her - Hi-fi

I look around the Portal Room. It's filled with many different doors and they all seem to be trying to lure me in. A stone-framed, ivy draped door is closest, followed by a green door that seems to flicker in and out of existence and a purple, rounded hole into oblivion. Further back are a normal-looking concrete wall in which an old door is set in, wrought iron gates that bear a sign shouting ‘ADVENTURE PARKS’, a backstage door that looks to be from the renaissance, an archway of purple and green glowing trees, a wooden frame through which snow and harsh winds blow, a scarlet wooden door that seems to be half painted over with white and black, a modern iron doorframe that is tinged with gold on one side and a door that seemed to once be majestic but now looks burnt and damaged. At the very back are three doors I recognize- we're neighbors. A thick spruced door leads to a warm lodge and a rusted golden door leads to a world-class restaurant. In the middle is a door boarded up with wood. It looks nondescript, but flashing beams of purple breach the gaps. My cabin. Horror. We're trapped inside, permitted only occasional visits to other cabins.
“Hey, you forgot one.” a voice calls out.
I spin around, my short, fluffy hair fanning out around my ears. My hood falls back and I hasten to drag it back up.
The speaker is a nondescript looking person with bright blue eyes and long, flowing brown hair. She looks calm, but I can see fire behind her sky-blue eyes. I get the impression she would make an amazing friend, but not the type of enemy I'd want.
She's flanked by a tall figure clad in a gothic, medieval-looking plague doctor mask and flowing cloak. They're tapping their heeled leather boot impatiently. On the other side is a very slightly shorter girl in a pretty blue and yellow striped shirt. She flicks her puffy pink hair over her shoulder, the cherry perched atop her head somehow now falling.
The masked figure speaks next.
“Yeah. You forgot the door in fourth.”
“How did you know I was thinking about the doors?”
“You weren't thinking. You were speaking aloud. Perhaps you should put up a few more walls between your organs.” A muffled laugh escapes the mask and I smile uncertainly.
“Don't worry about Scythe! They're just teasing you,” the one with a cherry says cheerily. “I'm Crystie, and this is Kat! And you are…?”
“CD,” I reply, thankful for a less sinister addition to the trio. But then again, I don't know any of them, and they seem quite nice.
The one introduced as Kat steps forwards and explains. “We're from Historical Fiction. The Renaissance. We're doing well, in fourth… but we always seem to be overlooked. You know, everyone only ever pays attention to the top three.”
I understand. Over a year ago, I was constantly in second, housed in the Dystopian city. We were overshadowed by the looming Mystery casino. Now, the gamblers have become hackers, searching for a missing person. But to be in fourth, constantly overlooked- It sounds horrible.
“I can understand. Although we're not nearly as high up as you guys are…” I cut off. My arms have begun to shake and turn translucent. My visit time is over, and I'm being taken back to the arcade. “Well, nice meeting you guys. I'm being called.”
“Called…?” Kat queries, but I only smile in answer. My whole body is half-visible.
“Ya know, the usual. Evil spirit. Laser tag. Oh, and video games. Well, good luck, Renaissance dwellers. I hope you reach the top three. But just know-” my voice is almost inaudible, mostly contained back in the arcade. “We shall prevail!”
“Wait! Where are you from? Laser tag?” calls back the masked figure- Scythe. They're staring at where I used to be in confusion. I smile, but my vision fades to white.

When I regain consciousness, there's a war in our cabin. Arcade-dwellers are shouting and running around the crowded room. Outsiders appear briefly to launch an attack and then leave, wishing us luck. Our leaders stand at the head, fighting as well but trying hard to regain order. My smile, left over from the Hi-fi encounter, widens. I know what time it is.
It's cabin wars time.

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AND ITS DONE WOOHOOO I DID A THINK YES WEEKLY TIME BOISSS

D HORROR FOR THE WIN WE SHALL PREVAIL thank you for reading my work, i really preach it and HORROR FTW!

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Last edited by ForestPanther (July 9, 2022 22:22:09)

Cherrie_Tree

Traversing through the maze, thunder clasps over the corroded marble. Actually, how did you even get here in the first place? Quickly thinking back, you try to recall bits of your first day.

The Myth leaders, with enthusiastic expressions on their faces, greeted you towards the gate.

“Welcome to Myth Maze,” the leader with the omni pin and blonde hair waves. “My name is Moss, and I will be your leader!” Waving her wand in the air, you notice the vines surrounding the entrance growing greener.

Robyn stands, cross-legged. You immediately recognize her because she is a host of Scratch Writing Camp. “Hi, my name is Robyn, as you may know, and I am your tyrannical co-leader.” In her hand, she held a small piccolo.

The other leader, holding a dagger in her hand, jumps excitedly. “Last but not least, I’m Re.” She grinned, with a small bounce in her boots. You stare at the weapon, feeling amazed, but simultaneously threatened.

The myth leaders quickly explained what would occur behind the entrance, and informed you about choosing cohorts.

Robin begins, as Moss flashes images of each. “You may choose either the mage cohort, which casts spells, the warrior cohort, which fights with weapons, or the best cohort, bards, like me, who play instruments.” Re spun her dagger in the air, before catching it again.

Which cohort do you choose?

If you choose a Mage or Bard cohort, sprint to 300 words. If you are a warrior, congrats! With your astonishing speed and strength, you will only need to sprint to 150 words!

You continue along your path, as you feel a jolt of excitement running through your veins. Sprint for five minutes to level up.

Your cohort leader walks up to you and compliments your progress. They begin to hand you a catalog, inscribed in stone tablets, a list of options containing spells, weapons, items, or instruments, depending on your cohort.

Each of these items can be used, either to get different challenges, or get out of easy challenges. You may choose two of the following.

If you are a Mage, these options are available:

-Invisibility Potion: since this ensures others cannot sense you, you can skip out on one challenge.

-Light spell: this spell, with faint lighting and a shining glare, allows you to reduce 20% of the words you must write for the challenge (limit two times).

-Speed potion: this potion gives you another chance, when you lose on a speed prompt (like word war, or write x words before time runs out, and limit two).

-Water spell: this spell brings immense power. If you fail a challenge, because you are strong, you can skip the punishment (limit once).

-Fire spell: just like how while fire is destructive, it brings life, you have the ability to create: do a custom challenge instead of the one you are given (limit twice).

-Earth spell: you have a powerful connection to the Earth. So for this spell, your word count you need to write will be reduced by five percent. For smaller challenges, this will not be much, but it will amount to much more in the later challenges.

If you are a Warrior, these options are available:

-Sword: fighting with great accuracy, even if you fail the challenges, you will receive a second chance (limit two).

-Dagger: best when fighting close-range, you may choose two challenges to have the word count reduced by 20%.

-Greataxe: this fights with great strength, allowing a 5% word count reduction on all tasks.

-Crossbow: sending out arrows quickly, you complete the challenges fast, so instead of doing them, you can create your own challenge (limit two).

-Mace: spraying out chemicals is your specialty, so you get to skip out on one challenge.

-Boomerang: everything you send out is eventually pulled back to you. Purposely fail a challenge, while taking the punishment, to skip out on a challenge in the future.

If you are a Bard, these attacks are available, no matter the instrument you choose:

-Song for insanity: you make other people go insane when they meet you, so you have the ability to skip out on one challenge.

-Song for healing: if you fail, you can skip out on the punishment (limit twice).

-Song for sleep: have some rest! You have the ability to lengthen your challenge time (for a timed challenge).

-Blade on the Instrument: This ferociousness allows you to try again, if you fail the challenge (limit two).

-Darts are shot when note is played: This allows a 20% reduction in word count you must write, for a challenge (limit two).

-Instrument can be used to bludgeon: All of the challenges have a 5% reduction in word count.

Now, you feel the adrenaline through your heavy steps. The thunder carries a heavy weight. In order to outrun the thunder, you must write 500 words in 10 minutes.

If you fail, you must write 200 words in punishment, talking about how great another cabin is.

The thunder has been avoided! You pant, out of breath, as you’ve successfully escaped. As you navigate the maze, you find a hut. Do you go investigate it?

If so, write three hundred words. Going into the hut, you find shelter and food.

If not, write one hundred words. Sadly, you missed a chance to stay, and you look up, seeing dark clouds in the sky.

Word war someone. If you lose, the punishment is you lose one of your original items (items can prevent this!)

If you win, the dark clouds dissipate, clearing the sky. You feel slightly at rest, as there aren't any more disturbances. If you lose, rain falls. Thunder clasps beneath your feet, permanently destroying one of your abilities/weapons/items (the one mentioned above).

You gather up the people in your cohort, as you guys meet up. You guys talk about a monster that has disturbed the peace of the maze.

Grab a six-sided die and roll it. Multiply your number by 750 (this is where the 20% reduction or skips come in handy!) You will write that many words, in order to slay the monster. You hear the cheers of your cabin mates though, as you collectively write your amount.

After that, before bed, you look at the floating technology and the thunder above. Though you know you have a large lead, you still feel unsettled. Do a fifty-headed hydra (500 words in 5 mins).

If you fail, do the three digit challenge, taking either the word count of how much you have written at the moment, or your word count after adding the words you have written with the ones of this challenge.

You get some sleep, but as noises awaken you. You wonder what it’s like to sneak out while your cohort leaders aren’t watching.

If you want to sneak out, write 300 words in 10 minutes. If you succeed, you wake up one of your cabin mates and play a game outside! If you fail, your cohort leader stares you down, and you write 200 words making up an excuse.

Finally, as the night ends, and day breaks, you write 500 words, coming to another day.

DashingDiamonds

Weekly

Part 1, from keeper of the lost cities, between book 3-4, Keefe Sencen.

Reference sheet for Keefe Sencen of Keeper of the Lost Cities
Series continuing or ended?: continuing
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: straight
Species: elf

Strengths: humorous, able to handle problems, witty, intelligent

Weaknesses: slightly impulsive, does without planning, doesn’t listen

General view of life: unfair lost

Tendencies:
Hides behind humor to keep away from darker emotions
Closes away from others sometimes
Acts on his own, despite advice

Situations:
News (Betrayal, d3eath, etc):
Closes down, doesn’t communicate openly with anyone
Make a impulsive and/or regrettable decision
Blames himself for what happened

“Dex, I keep telling you, that rock isn’t going to duplicate if you keep staring at it,” Keefe sighed. Dex was kneeling on the floor, his face scrunched up in concentration. It took a few moments for the comment to reside. After a pause, he tore his eyes away from the device.
“But it should be working!” Dex muttered, “Unless…. maybe the laser pointer needs a copper wire insert?”
“Yeah, you go get it, I’ll babysit your rock for you.”
Dex left the room, his eyes intense with concentration. Keefe sat down, examining the rock. He bent down to pick it up, when a laser suddenly shot out of it. Bright lights swam in front of his eyes, and when Keefe was finally able to see, he saw himself.
“Hey we’re like the Forklenator! There is so much we can do with this,”
“Still playing around, huh Keefe?” said the clone, maliciousness in his eyes. Keefe’s eyes darkened, thoughts swirling within him. “Great, my clone omitted mommy dearest” he said sarcastically, his hand curling into a fist.
“All you can do is make meaningless jokes,” he sneered.
“And all you can do is monologue.”
The other Keefe sneered, brushing off the comment without a thought “I was too once like you, foolish and young-”
“See? Monologue.”
Your words mean nothing to me. You’ll become like me one day. Embrace it.”
“NO!” Keefe yelled, the word exploding out of him, filling the room. He glared menacingly, the past humor gone, replaced with rushing anger.

around?” The other Keefe asked maliciously. Keefe’s eyes darkened, past humor disappearing from him.
“I will never be like you” he growled, as he slowly moved his hand to his pocket, where a goblin throwing star was hidden. AT that moment Dex walked back into the room.
“Dex!”
Dex looked up from the wires he held in his hands, now seeing the chaos in front of him. He morphed from excitement to surprise.
“It works!” he yelled, letting all the stuff in his hands crash to the ground.
“Yeah, except this guy is completely evil!”
“Wha-”
“I’m not evil.” the other Keefe said, “This is your destin-”
At that moment, Dex punched the clone with his Sucker Punch, knocking the clone out. Keefe looked away, his eyes full of anger.
“WHat did he say to you?” Dex asked softly.
“It doesn’t matter. I have to go.”

Part 2, keeper of the lost cities, Tam and Linh Song, the Atlantis flood

Tam is a person who takes a while to really have trust in someone, or to listen to them. He is very protective of his sister, Linh, and will do anything to make sure she stays safe. Tam generally acts independently, and has a bitter personality. He will not lose control of himself during a catastrophic situation because of fear, but will react in the best way accordingly. Tam has learnt to be able to survive in harsh situations, and does not really get sad about anything. Instead, he will replace sadness with anger. He also measures the benefit and risk of doing anything that may put him (or linh) in danger.

Linh is a lighthearted, optimistic person. Compared to tam, she will be less worried about a certain situation, and also does not chose to protect herself with anger. Linh is loyal to friends, and will be able to trust someone with much less worry. She generally is a people-person, and she tries to give everyone a chance. Linh can be very determined and focused, which shows by her skill of hydrokinesis. She also tries to give people a second chance, and justify their actions, even if she is not at fault. She also is very brave and willing to put herself in dangerous situations to help people.

Linh:
Mother and father had chosen to take me to Atlantis today. I’m sure they had good intentions, but I couldn’t help but feel called by the water. I tried to hold out against the whispers of the water, but I couldn’t keep myself from calling it towards me. Eventually, the hold became too much to bear. My hands worked against me, pulling the water in, breaking the force field. of Atlantis. Water gushed towards me, at speed I couldn’t control. Try as I might, the water was too strong.
“Call the psion path!” I could hear yells. I shut my eyes tight, upset I lost control. This was all my fault. If I was more careful-maybe it could have been prevented. It was lucky that the psion path was able to reach in time. Getting home was a blur, and after the light-leap, my mother and father left a cold silence, and Tam yelled about how it wasn’t my fault.
“You knew she wouldn’t be able to control it!” he yelled in fury. “It wasn’t her fault!” Try as he might, we were still ignored by are parents, as if our very existence was wrong. I winced at the sharp words that Tam would say. Even though he was trying to help, I knew it was my fault, and I thought that it was my fault I couldn’t keep control. I headed to my room, where I squeezed myself into a ball and wondered what was next. Tam eventually entered my room, telling me it wasn't my fault, but I felt I could’ve done better. Tam stayed with me till my father finally came into the room.
“A tribunal will be held to decide your faith.” he said, his eyes showing disapproval, before leaving once again. Tam glared at him but said nothing.

Tam:
Mother and Father wanted to go to Atlantis, despite how bad of a decision it would be.
“You can’t make her go! She’ll lose control!” I said, knowing that Linh went to ATlantis, the result could be terrible. They ignored me, despite the obvious truth that it would be a bad idea. To them, the useless shopping trip of theirs was more important. AT Atlantis, I could see Linh slowly losing control, her eyes going glassy.
“Linh?” I asked, and she looked at me, but still, she looked unfocused. “Just keep control for a little longer..” I said. I repeated this a few times, hoping it would help her retain some focus, but she still looked above her, glassy-eyed. Then, the inevitable happened. A crack in the dome, and water started gushing out.
“LINH!” I yelled, trying to break her attention, but it was too late. Anger flooded my faster than it did Atlantis, but I knew it would be no good yelling at my parents right now, however much they deserved it. Instead, I tried to break the concentration Linh had on the water. It was sheer luck that the psionpath was able to come on time, and fix the force field. After leaving Atlantis and Light-leaping home, our parents ignored us, as if it were out fault that Linh lost control. I yelled at them furiously, trying to make them see reason, but to no avail. I eventually went to Linh’s room, where she was curled up into a ball.
“It wasn’t your fault.” I said softly, “Don’t let yourself think that.” I stayed with Linh until my father came to our room . “A tribunal will be held.” was all he said, shooting daggers and Linh, trying to blame it on her with his look, I did the same, trying to put all of my fury into my glare.

Part 3, Watermelon (A webtoon)

Soulmate AU, alternate universe, kidfic

Uri sits on the side of the playground, a hood draped over her head. People always would freak out when they saw her hair, and would say terrible things.
“A laibah..” they would mutter, “Freak.” and so she was forced to sit on the side, and to act as if she didn’t exist. She had tried to make friend before, but they always found out about her white hair, and they would ignore her, either because their parents forced them to, or they chose to on their own. She had convinced her younger sister, Simon, to go make friends, and not to be burdened by her, and for the first time, she was talking to others. Though Uri had white hair, SImon didn’t. Even though Uri was lonely, she didn’t want to interrupt SImon, as she almost never reached out. And so there she sat, tracing the rods on her hand to keep
herself from being bored. “You're like me.” they read. The words were the first ones that her soulmate would say to her, and no one else could see them. She liked those words, and she liked to think she wasn’t alone. Those words kept her warm at night, and took her through the nights at her foster home where she felt alone, which was almost always. She hadn’t told anyone but Simon what they said, not yet. Many days were spend like that, where she would sit alone during recess, and go to her foster home, and try not to catch too much attention. They’re adoptive parent was a elderly lady, and she wasn’t unkind, but could be strict. Uri and Simon’s mother had died from a disease, and her father had disappeared. The next day, The day went along as usual, until recess. She kept her head down and her hood drooping over her face, but she didn’t look where she was going and ended up knocking into another person.
“I’m sorry,” she said, starting to move in the other direction “I wasn’t looking where I was going-” distracted, she accidentally knocked of her hood.
“Uh.. I got to go,” she said, running away. I ruined everything! She thought.
“Wait!” said the other person, making Uri stop in her tracks. “Are you a laibah? Or a half at least?” Uri glanced back at the person seeing only curiosity, not anger, or disgust. “I don’t know?” she responded nervously.
“A laibah is a white haired person who is said to have magic.” the person responded.
“Oh..” Uri said, thinking. “What do you mean a half?”
“Well, usually they have red eyes, but your eyes are blue.”
“Ok. What's your name?”
“Doran, and what's your name?”
“Uri.” Uri said nervously. The rest of the recess was much easier. Doran showed Uri new flowers, and her passion for herbs, and for once, Uri didn’t need to hide herself. The next day, Uri is more excited, for once, feeling like she fits in. At recess she meets back with Doran.
“There’s someone I want you to meet.”
“Who?” asked Uri, curiosity flooding her.
“Its a surprise!” Doran led Uri to another part of the playground, where a boy was sitting.
“Hey Chiro, there’s somebody I want you to meet,” Doran said.
“Wh-” He turned around, pausing mid-sentence, his eyes landing on Uri’s hair.
“You're just like me!” Chiro yelled excitedly. It took less then a moment for Uri to realize why those words felt so familiar, so warm.
Soulmate.
He was her soulmate.
Uri always knew that those words would be spoken to her one day, that she would meet her soulmate at some point, but she never expected it to be so soon, she never expected her curiosity would be fulfilled so quickly in her life.
That she wouldn't be alone anymore.
“Y-you’re a laibah too?” she said, realizing she was holding her breath. At that Chiro stiffened, his eyes widening. Doran stood in the middle of all of this, looking confused and curious at the same time, before she realized what was going on.
“Soulmate?” He asked. Uri and Chiro nodded at the same time.
‘Whatever happens from here on out’ Uri thought to herself.
‘I won’t be alone’

Part 4, A physical SWC Camp

Scratch Writing Camp. A place with all the mangoes and cookies a person would ever need. 3 times a year, scratch writing camp opens, each time fun and new. People from around the world gather, and somehow, the most magical places are built every month. This month, Thriller has a rift, Poetry in the mountains, and mystery travels around, from a forest to the mountains. And for a month, we compete and write stories together. It's rumored that there is magic in the grounds of Scratch Writing Camp, because the motivation to write has never been as great anywhere else. To the moment it starts to the moment it ends, each person is boosted with motivation. Perhaps this motivational magic lies in the mangoes given each day, or maybe the grounds are enchanted, which could be possible. Whatever it is, people gather around to join in the festivities and have fun. You can never get bored, with new writing ideas given everyday, and new places to discover.
The responsibilities and chores that weigh on everybody seem to go away in the short stay at camp. Its a freedom like no other. Anytime can do whatever they want, and there will always be friends on your side. Truly, though, no matter how great the buildings, no matter how good the fruit, Scratch Writing Camp wouldn't be the same without all the amazing people to share it with. Each and every camper is here with good intentions, and the leaders work hard to make it the best of the best for all of us. EVery person to ever participate has built its legacy, and made the community grow.
Each day is woken to sunshine, excitement flowing throughout the camp. Nothing to hold us back, nothing to weigh us down. It's an absolute paradise.
I hope to one day be a leader, one day become a bigger part, but for now, I will just be a camper, and try to help out as much as I can.
They say the grounds of Scratch Writing Camp can only be found in the months that they are happening. Other than that, they mysteriously disappear. It is said that the leaders and hosts are the only ones who know where the land of Scratch Writing Camp goes when it is not in use. Whatever happens to it, it is one hundred percent sure that it is being worked on and made better, in one way or the other.

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Stupid Chicken

You always start off nicely. Warm and fresh; just out of the oven. You can see smoke rising, indicating the everlasting opportunity. Everyone has expectations for you. They cut you open, let you bleed and leave you hollow. Next, they fill you up with all the right things. The star of the feast.

“Better start eating before it gets too cold to be appetizing.” Too late. By the time they dress you in a cute outfit and put you on display alongside a great deal of sides, you're gone. Not your physical self, your soul. As they like to say it, your taste and flavor.

“Where’d it all go?”

“There was none to begin with. Your mother always buys the wrong brand.” The wrong brand. It’s a mistake. You’re a mistake.

“That’s not true! The city’s food just ain’t right anymore. Can’t trust a thing they sell, there in the stores.” So now you’re not a mistake. You’re just worthless. You were never valuable in the first place, not even when you were warm and fresh. Too bad they already ruined you, made it impossible to save yourself. Can’t do anything about it now, though. You just have to try your best to be the best.

“It tastes so bad. I can’t eat anymore.” Try? Is that all you can do? Try? Why are you using excuses all the time? Just get better, already! Just be good. Don’t you see? I sacrificed my time to get you from the store. Don’t you see? I sacrificed my money to buy you. Don’t you see? I sacrificed my mental health to prepare you for dinner instead of relaxing.

You just stare at them with a cold, blank eye, not saying a word. Say something! Don’t you understand me? It’s not like you’re completely dead.

After hours of sitting in the same spot on that * hard, cold surface beneath you, you begin to feed on yourself. They didn’t eat you, so you have no choice but to slowly nibble away at your own fat body and empty brain.

Stupid chicken. She doesn’t hear you. She’s gone.

phoceanic

Cabin Wars - 7.9.22
Historical Fiction Cabin
Word Count: 821

I took those first few years of my life for granted. I didn’t understand or know that I was different from my peers. I’m not talking about a physical or mental difference or disability, which I am forever grateful not to have.
Throughout elementary school, I began to realize that the fact that my parents were born outside of the United States made me different, in a way. Since I wasn’t white, I didn’t fit in as easily as some of my classmates and ended up making a decent number of friends who had roots in other countries outside of America, like me.
Fifth grade for me was the turning point. It was the full realization. Now knowing that I was “different,” I desperately attempted to fit in with other kids that I didn’t have much in common with. That, unfortunately, blurred the lines of “fitting in” and “being popular.” Popularity was a big topic during the years my age began to use two digits.
Miraculously, I somehow began to be friends with, I guess you could say, “one of the popular kids” in my grade. At that time, I thought I was truly friends with that kid, but now looking back, I don’t even think he actually seriously considered me as a friend of his.
Being naïve as I was, I was shocked when he told me that it wasn’t all about popularity at lunch one day. Popularity and fitting in blended together so much in my mind that it became the same thing. In addition, their actions and ras!st remarks towards me flew over my head because I was so naïve. Only a couple of years later did I truly understand what they said. Maybe their intent wasn’t to hurt me emotionally, rather as a joke for others’ entertainment. Even though it was nearly four years ago, I still remember a remark that he made in front of his own friends that was highly offensive, if I actually considered it. Instead, I laughed it off like the other several times they made insulting comments that were “jokes.”
During the waning years of elementary school, there were two other things. Art and Physical Education.
I liked art class, to say the least. If I remember correctly, art class was once a week for an hour. If we didn’t have a project, we could do basically whatever we wanted art related. Since I was not creative at all, I became quite good at looking at an image and copying it down on paper without tracing. It was basically tracing, without actually tracing. The few friends I had lauded me for my (so-called) artistic, non-tracing talent. Even though it warmed my feelings every time they said it, I knew the school had other ideas. I have attended that same elementary school since first grade and remained there until fifth grade. That’s five years. Guess how many years my artwork made the art show? If you guess zero, you’re correct and have no faith in me (just kidding).
I never made the art show in the five years I was in elementary school.
Every year when they display all the artwork and announce whose artwork was whose, I never saw my art or heard my name. I’m not just talking about the copying-down art I did. I’m talking about the projects we did as a class that I swore I did better than a handful of people. I’m jealous of how high my confidence and self-esteem were back then.
I’m still salty about that to this very day. I took an art class in sixth grade and never signed up for another art class again.
The other thing I’ll talk about is PE, which was my favorite class by far in elementary school. By far.
I got to prove people wrong there. Because of my heritage, there was a stereotype placed on me for being nerdy, smart, and terrible at athletics.
I loved being active.
During the days where we played games, I would go above and beyond, acting and trash-talking like it was more than a PE game. That’s how determined I was to destroy my stereotype.
During the other days where we had to go running, I was one of the fastest runners in my class, which surprised people because of how I looked. Throughout middle school, my running speed still surprised a handful of people, and my stereotype went from nerdy and smart to “a sweat at running” in addition to nerdy and smart. That’s interesting, because I was a swimmer. Swimmers can’t exactly run, yet I was one of the fastest runners (and swimmers) in my entire school for both elementary and middle school.
Some things will really motivate a person. This is to be continued, and if you decided to read this whole thing, I hope you learned something, whether it be about me, or life in general.

Until next time,
phoceanic

hi-fi ftw

Cynthialz

cabin wars #4

(1008 words) (fanfiction for toh hehe)

Eda watched in horror as Raine fell lifeless into her lap. Raine had given their own life (or at least she was pretty sure they were dead) just to protect her. She cradled Rain in her arms and told herself that everything would be okay. That Luz would stop the draining spell and that everyone would come back to life as if none of this had ever happened. She closed her eyes as tears started to pour down her face. She had been so confident that their plan would work, but of course it didn't. She should have never thought that she would be able to beat Belos. He was always one step ahead. He had been planning this for years and they had come up with a counter attack plan in just a month. They were foolish to think that they could beat him. Now all of their efforts had gone to waste and now she had to watch everyone die around her.

As she was weeping she suddenly heard a strange airy sound. She then looked up to see what she thought was a small kid in Belos's tower. She was pretty sure it wasn't Luz or any of her friends. To be honest she was pretty sure that it wasn't anyone that she knew at all! She watched as they extended their arm and pointed at the sun. Then something un explanable happened, unimaginable even. They seemed to grab the entire moon and jst effortlessly move it away. She watched as people slowly started to get up and rub their eyes. Her heart soared and relief and gratitude filled her as she watched Raine's eyes flutter open.

“What'd I miss.” they asked. Eda didn't say anything and just hugged them tight Raine was back. Of course she couldn't feel more than a few seconds of happiness as a bunch of worries soon hit her. What about Luz? What about King? What about Amity or Willow or Gus and that Hunter kid. What had happened to them. Had the strange kid done something to them. Suddenly she heard another noise coming from Belos's tower. As she looked up her eyes widened. The kid was now… flying? She watched as they again extended their arm into the air and watched as Belos's tower started to shake and slowly came apart. Then she was another figure starting to fly it was King! What was going on? What did they want with him? At least she now knew he was alive, but what about everyone else. How much longer would he be alive. Was this strange kid on their side? Were they saving them or just wanting to finish them off their self.

Eda tried to get up, but her legs gave out. She was too weak to save anybody. She hated a lot of things, but nothing more than not being able to be there for someone she loved. She couldn't save king. She couldn't save Luz. She couldn't save anybody. She tried hr best to activate Harpy Eda mode, but it turned out that she was too weak for that as well. She looked back up at the kid in the sky. The kid appeared to be speaking to king. She unfortunately couldn't understand what they were saying, but the kid seemed to be upset about something. After the next thing that King said The kid seemed to not be so angry any longer. They then smiled and looked back down at everyone. They tapped their chin and then scratched their head clearly deep in thought. Then their face lit up and they looked back at king. After saying something else to king they looked back down.

Then suddenly while the kid had their back turned king did his titan roar thing. It caught the kid off guard and they were shot across the sky. A second later they reappeared and the kid seemed to yell something at king. Then they extended their arm once more, but before they could do anything king used his titan thing again. This time the king was ready for it. They stopped the blast and got ready to fire at King. Suddenly Eda felt something in her chest and she was able to transform into Harpy Eda. She than began to fly up to king and the kid. When King saw that she was coming a look of panic crossed his face. He used his titan roar thing and the blast sent Eda spiraling back to the ground. She was able to soften her landing. Why didn't king want her help?

She watched as the fight went on. Blast dodged after blast dodged. Sound wave stopped after sound waved stopped. It seemed as if the fight would go on forever until King did something that she couldn't explain. He'd never done this before (though to be fair he had just learned he had any powers let alone that he was a freaking titan) They went from a kid to what looked like some oddly humanoid shaped figure (she wasn't quite sure how to describe it.) King readied another roar and this time the kid (or whatever your would call it now.) wasn't able to stop it. They turned into a strange orb shape. Then both of them started to tumble towards the ground. Eda quickly transformed into her harpy self and swooped up to catch King. He told her to catch “the collector” which must have been the kid things name. She wasn't sure why, but Eda obeyed him and caught the collector as well. When they landed tons of questions flooded Eda's mind. Where were luz and the others? Who the heck was that kid. What had happened up there? What had happened to Belos. What about the portal?

Even after King had answered her questions she was still rather confused, but she did understand one thing. It was up to Luz and the others to get back and once again Eda wouldn't be able to help them at all.

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Alive, or Just Breathing?

For so long,
My silent tears spoke words my heart could not express
The lull told a story of a thousand lines,
Yet you heard none of them

The sun does not always scintillate
So I thought it was okay to hide with my shadows and thoughts,
Okay to self-imprecate
But I began to feel so much that I felt nothing at all

And through all my ache and misery,
It was still hidden with a simple “It's nothing”
Though the worst part yet,
Is that they believed me

At times, I wonder if I believed myself
Because I'm not okay,
I'm just great at pretending to be
And pretending is a dangerous game to play

mynameisleafshine

GRAND TOTAL: 2652 words
FoR hOrRoR mY LoVeLiEs~

WEEKLY 1

Part 1:

Character sheet:

Name - Biana Vacker
Sexuality - technically unconfirmed, we know she’s at least been romantically straight at one point (when she liked keefe), but I’ll be putting her sexuality as Bisexual, as it’s still a possibility at the current moment (also shannon needs more representation like please).
Species - Elf
Age - 15
Strengths - Loyal, Brave, Optimistic, Hard-working. She likes to stay close to her friends, and is always willing to use her ability to help them and the black swan.
Weaknesses - Mean Spirited, Curiosity, Jealousy, Sometimes, Biana uses her ability to snoop and look around- although I don’t think it’s been used for harm yet. In book 1 before we got her lovely, nicely faster paced character development, she was incredibly mean to sophie- only stopping when Alden told her to be friends with sophie. (Later biana mostly grows out of this, becoming Sophie’s genuine friend and ally, but you could say it may linger.)
Tendencies - Biana has a tendency to be a bit of an attention seeker- and doesn’t like when the spotlight is stolen from her. When she’s sad, we see her reacting by shoving the blame on Sophie and becoming extremely depressed.
Additional Info: Both parents alive (Alden and Della Vacker), youngest out of two brothers (Fitz and Alvar Vacker), no current confirmed romantic interests. (+ i’m too lazy to list her friends).

Prompt: Your character has to sacrifice someone close to them in order to succeed their mission
Words: 424

A cruel smile spread over Lady Gisela’s face. “So, Miss Vacker. Who will it be? Your brother or your best friend. One of them has to go.” Gisela’s voice had a sadistic tone to it, she seemed amused at Biana’s scared and helpless, tearstained face.
No, not seemed. Was. She was amused. By the very nature of her, she wasn’t trying to hide it.
Fitz… fitz was her brother! She had been through all of his hardships, he had been through all of hers. Sophie was her best friend, Biana hadn’t treated her well at first. Sophie deserved better. Plus, she was only the world’s most powerful elf and brought back the alicorns. So many things she wouldn’t be able to do if she died.
Biana drew a shaky breath, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall.
“It’s okay, save Sophie,” Fitz said with an unconvincing smile.
“No! Save fitz!” Sophie shot back. Too bad Sophie's arms were binded. She probably would have pulled out all of her eyelashes.
Biana wished there was a way to get them both safe. To escape. But she was binded just as hard. Such a large responsibility shouldn’t have been placed into her palms.
“Time’s ticking~” Lady Gisela said in a singsong voice. “I’ll be generous. Five more minutes and you make your choice or I kill them both.” She sat down on her throne, playfully crossing her legs and grinning.
Why couldn’t she hide? She was so helpless… helpless. This time no one knew where they were. Finally, their hands ran dry of lucky cards. Wasn’t there a way to save them both? By.. sacrificing herself?
“Hey, your mothership!” Biana yelled through her tears. “Let them both go. I’ll be the sacrifice.”
“No!” Fitz yelled.
Lady Gisela cocked her head, thinking. “Hm. Interesting proposition.”
Biana held her breath in silence.
Lady Gisela’s eyes narrowed. “Unfortunately, no. That would make this game far less interesting.”
Biana’s heart dropped.
“Oh, looks like our time is almost up. You have two minutes to make your choice.” Lady Gisela got up and left. You’ll get those alone. No funny business. I’m watching.”
“Biana.” Fitz said quietly. “This is your choice. It doesn’t matter who you pick. Just make sure to not kill both of us.” He made an attempt to make a joke, but the situation was too dire. Biana sat there, sobbing continuously.
“Oh. Time’s up.” Lady Gisela walked into the room. “You’ve made your choice who to sacrifice?”
Biana nodded in pain.
She uttered a single word.
“Sophie.”

Part 2:

**Stranger things season 1 and 2 spoilers**
Nancy is studious, preferring studying for an upcoming quiz over going to parties and things. She’s influenced by the people she’s with pretty well, and is very headstrong and bad. She is a natural at using a gun, and is not afraid to speak her opinion to anyone. Tl;dr, don’t mess with her. She’s quick with her mind (likely as a result of her studying) and can figure out glues well. She is loyal to her friends, looking for Barb, her best friend for a while before acceptance at last. Her standing trait is her boldness, and it makes her a great character accompanied with her wits. (109 words)

Johnathon is soft spoken and generally tends to avoid fights and has a cool temper. He cares deeply about the people he loves. He’s sensitive- if someone is teasing him about a sensitive topic, that’s usually when he gets mad. He’s very antisocial, preferring to observe nature with his camera or listen to his music. If it means helping his loved ones, he’s brave and will do something risky. This personality is reflected when Jonathon talks to his biological dad, who he hates, that’s when his mean side comes out. He doesn’t speak very often, but does have his intelligence with him. (102 words)

Nancy’s story: (306 words)
Back in 1983 I was just this pretty, studious girl. Kind of a nerd to be honest if it weren’t for my body type. Then came along Steve Harrington. He asked me to go to a party, but I declined. I needed to study. Barb said I needed to study. Barb was my best friend. Before she died to a demogorgon in the Upside down. I took a while to recover from that but I've had my closure. Steve affected me. It was probably a bad thing, come to think of it, but it’s really what’s shaped my personality right now. I just wanted to be one of the popular kids I guess. When my life was normal. Before everything flipped in an instant. And Barb had to be the start of it all. My mom is honestly pretty gullible. I just tell her I’m going to Sherry’s house, but instead I drive up to Steve’s place with Barb. I wanted to try some new things, but Barb didn’t. Barb wasn’t really into parties, even a mere five person party. Jonathan’s last photo of her was her sad and alone in the pool, a cut on her hand. And what was I doing? Well, let’s just say it’s how Steve became my boyfriend. It’s not very, uh, scratch writing camp interview friendly. But Steve and I broke up. He’s actually a good guy now, thank god he dumped those . But I’m into Johnathon now. He’s sweet and charming, caring and loyal. But you’ll hear more about his story later. I don’t really long for the past anymore, even if it was a safer, simpler time, much simpler than it is now. I live for the thrill of the adventure? Don’t you? That’s all I have for you today swcers, I’ll be going. Thank you, bye!

Jonathon’s story: (305 words)
When my mom, Joyce Byers was paranoid looking for will, I kind of was left on my own. I’ve always been like a dad to Will, and well, he is my younger brother after all. I’ve got a special bond with him. We’ve been through a lot of stuff together. Losing him, him having a seizure in the field. The monster… I have good memories from when he was little. He loves to draw. I introduced him to music. Oh, this is supposed to be about me, right? Well, I like taking photos, they’re like portable memories that you can’t forget. If you capture someone at the right moment, it’s a side they don’t show to anyone else. Everyone has an untold story in them. Is it stalking? Uh, come to think of it, really could be. No, don’t dismiss me so quickly! I was getting good with that poetry and metaphor. Yeah, I have a dad. He’s the worst. He wants me to be like him, hopping from country to country, picking on pretty young girls and making children. I don’t want to be like him. Think of us as opposites. Remember, family is not family. Family is the people close to you. Yeah, we did set up that trap for the first demogorgon. Nancy’s great. Natural with a gun. Fearless. I’m not that fearless, but I'll fight something that’s been causing me a load of grief for the past few months. Steve? Oh, he’s a great guy. Intimidating to be honest, but he’s grown better. There was actually a time where I punched him, after he brought up my dad, which was not great and I did get in jail. Yeah, I’m a coward. I only made a move after Nancy broke up with him. Anyways, thanks for having me, enjoy your weekly.

Part 3:

Tropes:
OC (In types of fic, OC I’m using is Zen)
Enemies to lovers
Highschool AU

Words: 707

Zen walked into his peppy high school, heavy binder in hand. With not a care in the world, he put on a showstopper smile and turned the corner, entering the left wing. Right away he collided with someone, stumbling back in shock and losing his balance, hitting his back against the hard marble white tiles.
“Ow,” he grimaced, rubbing his back. Luckily his binder had survived the fall, and nothing seemed to have fallen out.
“Hey, why’d you run into me?” A frowning face said, gazing upon Zen.
It was another boy, his dark hair carefully styled into a clean look. He had vibrant teal eyes and clear tan skin. His clothes looked like he was going to be a lawyer, and they were wrinkleless.
“I just bumped into you, sorry,” Zen said. “No need to get so aggressive.”
“Just watch where you’re going,” he said as he walked away.
Hold on, Zen thought. Is that a girl with him?
He sighed. What about him made him so… unlikable to everyone else? It was probably the way he dressed. Or the way he talked. Or his personality. Or his taste in music. Or- forget it, he decided. Happiness should not just come off what some random people you slammed into in the hallway think of you.
His first period was fine. History was pretty much read, listen, and take notes. They had dived straight into studying about world war two. It was gruesome, but it was fine.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class.
Zen recalled when he was in middle school and they had to be dismissed because the bell didn't work. It was brutal. But it meant that you were either early or late, usually nothing in between.
“Let’s see,” Zen mumbled to himself, trailing off. Gym was his next period. He left his binder at his locker and grabbed a plastic water bottle. The water was room temperature. He walked down the flight of stairs, his matted black hair flying behind him.
As he approached the gym, he noticed the same teal eyed guy from earlier. And he was heading straight for the gym doors. Ugh, he looks like a jock, Zen thought. I’m so dead.
Zen shoved open the gym doors and immediately got yelled at by Mr. Briam. “What do you think you’re wearing?” he asked loudly. “JEANS are not for GYM class!”
“Pff,” Zen slouced, shutting the door before he could catch the eye of the teal boy. He found a pair of gross joggers in the lost and found and slapped them on unhappily. Maybe clothes were the reason he was an outcast.
When he trudged back down to the gym, class had already started. He had to step back quickly to avoid being trampled on the running boys.
“AFFLECK!” Mr Briam yelled, and Zen whipped his head to the left.
“WHAT are you waiting for? GET running before I make you run extra!”
Mr. Briam loved yelling.
Zen laughed. At least he got to skip 5 minutes or so.
Finally, the jog came to a close. “That’s enough, boys, go get some water.”
A sweaty, panting group of dogs called high school boys went back into the locker room to Chug buckets of water.
Once they returned, Mr. Briam decided to do something so catastrophic that Zen could never forget it.
“Since I don’t trust you morons, you’re getting partnered up to watch each other complete exercises,” Mr. Briam said.
I hated partners, group projects, you name it. If only someone could guess why.
As the people around him began talking to their friends, Mr. Briam made another decision that would have a drastic effect on my whole life from that day forward.
“Well, looks like you guys have made this easy for me! It’s going to be assigned by me. And you all have just told me who you like talking to,” Mr. Briam said.
A load of groans came from one area, and when Zen looked there, he could see a group of boys with the teal guy.
“You there!” Mr. Briam said, pointing at me. I looked back at him.
“I’ll pair you with…. Mr. Vacker!”
Zen stared in horror as teal eyes stepped forward.

Part 4: 408 words

Bzzzzt. Bzzt. A phone alarm. The sound of Scratch Writing Campers waking up in the horror arcade. Or more so, a cabin themed like an arcade. Lemon got up, rubbing her eyes and dressing into a pair of jean shorts and a thin navy blue t-shirt. She yawned, moving over to her dresser where her glasses and hair brush were.
“Alright everyone,” Luna said. “We’re all going to the main cabin in 15 minutes! Be ready then!”
“Aahhhhhh,” Lemon exclaimed, slipping into her plain white socks with converse over top. As everyone else in the cabin was getting ready, she opened up her laptop and went to swc.com. A new daily had been posted!
She excitedly opened up the forum post by Birdi, reading it in her head.
“Dear campers. Welcome to your 9th day of scratch writing camp! I hope you all have been having a blast so far. Make sure to meet in the main cabin by eight a.m. as always.
Announcements time:
Remember everyone, your Weeklies are due by the end of the night. Don’t procrastinate, it’s a whole 3,000 points for your cabin!
Cabin wars is today, in place of your daily! Get ready to write a ton.
Drink your water

That’s all from me. Cabin wars will be explained during our morning chat.”
“CABIN WARS IS TODAY,” Lemon yelled excitedly.
“Yeah!” she heard a few other campers cheer.
Luna popped into the room, hair braided into two, wearing a rainbow tie dye “SWC July 2022” shirt. “Alright guys, let’s get going.”
Lemon grabbed her white hat, embroidered with a tiny lemon, and was on her way. All she could think about was the air conditioning in the main cabin.
“Welcome,” Birdi said as everyone arrived. “Right now, I’ll be updating the leaderboards! There have been a few changes. She rolled down the scroll with the standings.
Lemon heard cheers from Myth, and sighs from Real-fi. She bit her lip. Horror was in 12th.
Wait… they were tied with Fanfic! If Lemon could complete her weekly (*cough cough*), they could beat Fanfic, Mystery, AND Fairy Tales. Her excitement rushed in, and she grinned, now more determined than ever to get the weekly done.
She quickly and quietly opened up her phone to see what it was. As she scrolled through the sections, she saw the last one being: SWC Fanfic. Huh, that’s strange, Lemon thought. Wonder what that could mean.

KitVMH

Week 1 weekly
Speedran most of this and didn't edit anything, so the writing could be absolutely terrible, Idk :'D

Part 1
Character reference sheet for Mirabel Madrigal
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: unknown
Age: 15
Species: human

Strengths: optimistic, brave, friendly
Weaknesses: clumsy; tends to deny that she’s upset; doesn’t think things through

Tendencies:
-Will deny that she’s upset or struggling (Improving)
-Often doesn’t think things through enough

Scenario
499/400 words
Mirabel was supposed to be at the Boteros’ house to babysit in ten minutes, and she somehow couldn’t find one of her shoes.
“Casita?” she asked, frantically digging through her clothes hamper in case it ended up in there. “Where’s my shoe?”
Some of the tiles lifted in a sort of shrug.
“Where could it be… how can a shoe just vanish?” She rummaged through the drawers. “And how do you not know where it is? You’re the house! You… wait.” Mirabel looked around. “Is it outside somewhere? How could my shoe have ended up outside?” Well, if Casita couldn’t find it, it probably wasn’t in her room. She shoved her clothes back in the drawers and raced downstairs.
It wasn’t in the courtyard, and she was supposed to be out the door by now. She had been wearing both her shoes earlier, too… Had someone stolen it? That seemed unlikely, but maybe Camilo was up to some sort of hijinks. Involving her shoe? Yes, unlikely, but she didn’t have many other ideas. And she was supposed to be there in… oh, what time was it? Four minutes. Would she have to borrow a pair of shoes from someone? And no one else’s shoes quite fit her, either…
She was trying to think when Dolores popped up behind her.
“Dolores! Hey, have you seen my-”
“Shoe?” Dolores shook her head. “No, I haven’t heard anything. But check with Antonio, maybe one of his animals knows something.”
“Okay, thanks.” Mirabel ran up to Antonio’s room.
She knocked on his door, then pushed it open. “Hey, Antonio!”
Antonio looked up from the coatis he had been talking to and turned to Mirabel. “Hi! Wanna play with us?”
“I’d love to, but I have to go babysit the Botero kids. We can play later.” She gave him a smile- of course I’d rather play with you than them. “Have you, or any of your, um, friends seen my shoe? I can’t find it.”
“Guys?” Antonio looked around his room. “Have you seen Mirabel’s shoe?”
The animals responded with a small cacophony of squeaks, grunts, chirps, and snarls.
“I can’t understand you when you all talk at once!” Antonio told them.
One of his toucans flew over and squawked at him.
“He what?” Antonio looked around. “Where is he?”
“What? What did he say?” asked Mirabel.
“She said Chispi’s eating your shoe.”
The toucan squawked again, and flew off deeper into Antonio’s room. Antonio ran after it, and Mirabel followed.
The toucan landed in front of a capybara, who was sitting there, munching on Mirabel’s shoe.
“Hey! Give that back!” Mirabel reached for the shoe, but the capybara jerked its head away.
“Chispi!” Antonio said. “Give Mirabel her shoe.”
The capybara dropped the shoe, and Mirabel picked it up. The shoe was quite chewed, and covered in capybara spit, but impressively still wearable. She put it on.
“Thanks, Hombrecito,” she said to Antonio. “Oh, I’m so late- Bye!”
She ran out the door.

Part 2
100/100 words
Elliot is a smart kid who gets nervous easily. For fun, he reads books about animals and things that could kill him, and will go on long rants about things like bezoars if you get him going. He tends to look at “magical” things scientifically, and will sometimes use the more scientific terms for things. He is really not a fan of dangerous situations, and would much rather sit in class than fly across the ocean in a plane that usually crashes. Oh, and he will say “goodness gracious”, since his grandmother won’t let him say anything worse than that.

100/100 words
Uchenna is much more brave than Elliot, and she would love to go rescue a dragon instead of sitting through a lecture on trees. She thinks Bonechewer is a waaay cooler name than Jersey (come on Elliot, Jersey is such an uncreative name for a Jersey Devil), and also that if you are going to name a chupacabras Choopi, it should be short for Choopi, Scourge of Goats. She loves music, and will make up songs on the spot about random things. She uses a somewhat more limited vocabulary than Elliot. She also tends to look on the bright side.

Elliot’s POV
414/300 words
After yesterday, I really, really hoped today would be normal and not at all dangerous. But apparently that was too much to hope for. First of all, as soon as I stepped outside, I tripped over a mysterious package, which contained the book The Country of Basque. And then, the crazy social studies teacher, Professor Fauna, told us to come to his “club” after school. The “club” was actually a secret society dedicated to rescuing mythical creatures from danger. Because mythical creatures are real.
So now Uchenna and I were walking at the very long, very dark stairwell leading down to Professor Fauna’s office. Uchenna made up a song: “Elliot and Uchenna / walking in a spooky basement / hopefully no weirdos / jump out of the dark and kill them.” I shuddered.
Finally, after three flights of stairs and a long, dark hallway, we arrived at his office, which from the sign appeared have once held janitorial supplies.
After opening the five dead bolts he had on the door for some reason, Professor Fauna let us in. Three of the walls were lined with bookshelves. The fourth wall was wallpapered with maps and charts. The whole place looked like a disaster zone, but the professor had no trouble navigating it.
He closed the door and locked the five dead bolts. Were the dead bolts really necessary? “Thank you both for coming. As new members of the Unicorn Rescue Society, I will be training you to-”
A blue and red blur shot out of nowhere and started attacking my face. It was Jersey. He had missed me, it seemed. But still, he was digging his talons into my face.
Once Uchenna had gotten him off, Professor Fauna told us that he had received a message from a member of the Unicorn Rescue Society, and that he needed our help.
I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes, and told him that we wouldn’t help until he answered some questions. “Uchenna and I feel very uncomfortable hanging out with a teacher in the basement after school, and not telling our parents about it. Not to mention breaking into the Schmoke brothers’ home! Speaking of which, tell us how you know them in the first pl-”
“NO!” the professor shouted.
He then told us that we were going to go rescue a herensuge. Which is a dragon. The dragon of the Basque Country. Which is in Europe.
Was he serious?
There was no way I was going. “Absolutely not.”

Uchenna’s POV
320/300 words
We were walking down the stairs to the school basement, to the office of the weird social studies professor. Kids say his office is a torture chamber, but it’s not. It’s the headquarters of a secret society, the Unicorn Rescue Society. It’s dedicated to saving mythical creatures, but they haven’t actually found and rescued any unicorns.
I started singing.
“Elliot and Uchenna
walking in the spooky basement.
Hopefully, no weirdos
jump out from the dark and kill them.”
“Can’t you make up something happier?” Elliot complained.
“That was in the style of Lou Reed. He said to write about real life.” I hummed the rest.
Finally, we got to the door of the office. The door swung open, and Professor Fauna invited us in. “We have much to discuss.”
His office wasn’t a torture chamber, but it still looked crazy. Three of the walls were covered with bookshelves, and the fourth was covered with charts and maps and notes and stuff, with a desk against it. The desk was covered with notebooks and tabloids and fast food meal toys and newspapers.
“Thank you both for coming,” said Professor Fauna. “As new members of the Unicorn Rescue Society, I will be training you to-”
Jersey shot out from behind the only chair and landed on Elliot’s head. Elliot started screaming about it. I picked Jersey up and set him in my lap. He had missed us.
“Anywhat,” said the professor, “I have received a message from a member of the Unicorn Rescue Society. I need your help.”
I sat up straighter. So did Jersey. Elliot said that he and I were uncomfortable with all this, and that we weren’t going with Professor Fauna until he answered some questions. Professor Fauna wouldn’t tell us how he knew the Schmoke brothers, though. He said it was because we had to hurry. Hurry and go to Europe, to rescue a DRAGON!
I said, “Awesome.”

Part 3
Tropes: crossover, crackfic, modern AU
771/700 words
“Stop, stop, stop! You’re doing it all wrong!” Hermione reached to jerk the steering wheel away from Catra. “You’ve got to-”
Catra swatted her hand away. “I’ve got this! Jeez, I’ve driven things before!”
“But you don’t know how to drive a car!”
Elsa nodded from the back seat. “Catra… Hermione’s giving you driving lessons for a reason.”
“Yeah, well, she showed me, so now I do,” Catra said, turning to Elsa.
“Eyes on the road, Catra! Keep your eyes on the road!” Hermione screeched. Elsa gripped the sides of her seat, frost spreading from beneath her palms.
Catra yelped. “I’m fine!” She glared at Hermione.
“I told you, keep your eyes on the road!” She reached again for the steering wheel, and Catra pushed her away again- then did, thankfully, turn her attention back to the road. Elsa’s grip on her seat relaxed and the frost stopped spreading, and Hermione stopped trying to wrestle the wheel away from Catra.
They drove in silence for a few minutes, Catra glaring at the road, Hermione scowling, and Elsa burying her face in her palms.
None of them could remember how they’d gotten into this, exactly, but somehow Hermione had offered to give Catra and Elsa driving lessons, and Elsa ended up sitting through Catra’s. Now the three were spending the evening in a car on a small, quiet street, trying to get Catra to listen to Hermione.
After a bit of scowling and driving nicely, Catra got completely bored. “Can this thing go any faster?” Catra slammed on the gas pedal. The car shot forward.
Everyone screamed. “STOP STOP STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU’RE GOING TO GET US KILLED,” Hermione shrieked. Ice spread rapidly over Elsa’s seat and began freezing over the floor.
Catra slowed down slightly. “Well.” She looked slightly shaken. “That’s more interesting.”
“What were you thinking, you- LOOK OUT YOU’RE GOING TO DRIVE OFF THE ROAD!” Hermione lunged for the steering wheel. Catra violently jerked the steering wheel to the right, and the car lurched away from the curb. It then careened wildly from side to side as Catra madly tried to get the car to drive straight again. “LOOKOUTSTOPTHECARSTOPSTOPSTOPSLOWDOWNLETMEDRIVEWHATAREYOUDOINGSTOPSTOPSTOPWHATISWRONGWITHYOUSTOP-” Hermione screamed, while Elsa panically chanted “Calm down calm down calm down”, whether to herself or her companions, no one knew, as the ice covered the floor of the car and edged its way up the walls.
Catra thought to stop pushing the accelerator and hit the brakes instead, and the car screeched to a stop.
Everyone sat there, panting, for a moment.
Then, Catra said, “See? I can drive.”
Before Hermione could explode at Catra, Elsa said, “Th- that’s enough driving for now. You can show me later. I’ll follow instructions.”
Hermione nodded. “Well. Let’s get out, then, before you get us killed.” She shot a look at Catra, then went to open her door. The car doors were frozen shut. “What-?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I- She was driving so fast, and I lost control…” Elsa gestured to the ice coating the inside of the car.
Catra scowled. “Well, can’t you unfreeze it?”
“It’s not that easy, I can’t just-” Elsa suppressed another wave of panic and ice.
“Of course you can’t.” Catra rolled her eyes. “Hermione, you’re a witch, right? Can’t you, like, do some magic or something?”
“Right. Right. Of course. I should’ve thought of that…” Hermione pulled out her wand and muttered a spell, and the ice began to thaw.
“You know, I know a princess who controls ice, only she never uses her magic in accident,” said Catra.
Elsa looked down at her hands, then suddenly back at Catra. “What? Someone else with… magic like mine?”
“Yeah. Frosta.”
“How do her powers work, exactly?”
“I don’t know. Same way the other princesses’ magic works, I guess. Because of her runestone? I don’t really get it.”
“‘The other princesses’? They have powers too?”
“Yeah. It’s part of being a princess, apparently. Or, it is for some princesses? The princesses with runestones? Yeah, I don’t really know how any of it works.”
“Alright!” The ice on the passenger’s side door had finished melting, and Hermione pulled it open. “Now, everyone get out, before one of you… does something.” Hermione climbed out, and Catra and Elsa followed.
“Where are you from, again?” Elsa asked Catra.
“Etheria.”
“And how did both of you get here?” Hermione asked. They both shrugged. “And how did I agree to give you driving lessons?”
“Because I wanted to drive a car?” said Catra.
Hermione sighed. “Well, don’t expect me to let you drive anything ever again.”

Part 4
440/400 words
I stared hard at the piece of paper, as if trying to will my weekly into being. The paper stared back, the words I needed stubbornly refusing to magically appear. Come on… come on… I had less than two days to finish it, and I’d barely started- and I had no idea what to do for the rest of it. It usually goes like this: I work on the weekly a bit the first few days, but mostly procrastinate- “It’ll be fine, there’s plenty of time, I’ll do it later.” Then when there’s only about four days left, I realize, “Oh. I really need to get this done.” And then when there are only two or three days before it’s due, I go, “Oh crud- oh no-” and enter Panic Over The Weekly mode.
I groaned. Why does writing have to be sooo haaaard sometimes? And now I was getting hungry… I went to get myself some mango, then went back to staring at the paper. This was ridiculous. This wasn’t working. I got up, and wandered over to the main cabin. Anyway, the daily had just changed- I should go see the new one. Fun, Google Translate! Ooh, and cabin wars tomorrow! Maybe I could finish my weekly as part of cabin wars? Still, I was so low on time… I’d better get back to working on it now…
But I really should check on Thriller, too. I headed back to the Rift. Nothing much going on there… I pulled my weekly back out, and managed to write a few more words. There, now that part was long enough… but I still had over two thousand more words to go. I sighed.
“DO YOUR WEEKLY, KIT!” Harry yelled. He looked up at me, pleading. I nodded, and sat back down to write more. The capybara awkwardly tried to climb into my lap.
Write, write, write… Ugh, this is too hard. Let me go check on things in the main cabin… But I couldn’t get up with Harry sitting in my lap. Well. Guess I’m stuck here. Guess I have to actually just sit here and work on the weekly. No more procrastinating. Still, what do I write? Battle of the Ridiculous Nonexistent Bands That Were Made Up As Excuses/Lies? Elliot, Bruno and Perfuma doing arts and crafts? There’s plenty of options… but actually writing any of them is so hard… ugh. But I’ll do this. I have to do this. So that Thriller can win.
How about I skip ahead to part four, I have an idea for that one… Yes. Now I just have to write it.

Last edited by KitVMH (July 9, 2022 21:34:59)

charliesunset

part 1: character consistency
tam song ~ keeper of the lost cities (series + characer by shannon messenger)
510 WORDS

tam song - kotlc - character spreadsheet (books: 4-7)
im in the middle of legacy so obviously tam is… interesting here iykyk
series continuing or ended? : continuing

pronouns - he/him
sexuality - unspecified
species - elf

strengths: protective, loyal to those he cares about, cautious, powerful, committed, strong-willed

weaknesses: untrusting, disagreeable, reserved, overly protective sometimes, struggling with his powerful abilities

general view on life (free, not hateful, hateful): not hateful… except when he is

relationships -
twin sister: linh song – when she was banished from the lost cities, he left his parents’ home with her and consistently stayed devoted to her
parents: mai + quan song - because of how they did nothing to help linh, he is still angry at them, and doesn’t seem interested in making amends anytime soon
friends: sophie foster, fitz vacker, biana vacker, dex dizznee
frenemies: keefe sencen

tendencies -

overprotective of his sister
improvement: not much at all

not trusting others, due to the fact that he couldn’t trust his parents in the past
improvement: improving well; significantly resolved by book 5

not allowing his parents back into his life after they wouldn’t support him and his sister
improvement: nope

situations -

confronting his parents:
emotions: anger, stubbornness
awareness of others: doesn’t care at all what his parents think
next step: stays closed-off to them, makes sure they know how they failed to care for him and his sister.
outcome: nothing improves between them~ (as of yet im not done with legacy so i have no clue)

forced to make a sacrifice for his sister’s life:
emotions: overprotectiveness, determination, more stubbornness
awareness of others: no one besides linh
next step: does whatever is necessary to keep his sister out of danger–even if it means major changes for him or others
outcome: multiple times, tam’s choices have resulted in life-changing events, but he does not regret it

facing off with the neverseen (the antagonists sdlkvxc) among his friends:
emotions: determination, courage
awareness of others: committed to protecting his friends
next step: uses his ability (manipulating shadows–which has sometimes been a struggle for him, considering it can be very consequential) as best he can to help his friends
outcome: battles with the neverseen rarely go well – but tam’s power is a valuable asset for everyone
“your character has just been framed for something they didn't do and is being interrogated by the police”

- DISCLAIMER: If you are reading Keeper of the Lost Cities and have not reached the end of Neverseen/Tam’s introduction, you may be very confused by all of this and it may be a spoiler. If you have not reached the… event at the beginning of Flashback yet, there will be spoilers here as well. Please don’t hate me if I spoil something on accident. -

After several years, it was pretty obvious to Tam Song that being a Shade meant carrying a powerful and dangerous ability with him everywhere he went. He’d felt it when he manifested as a Shade at a young age, treated with distrust and suspicion. But his friends knew that he’d only manipulate shadows for good–and when trying to take a reading of someone he couldn’t trust.
He thought back to the days long ago when the only person he was able to trust was his twin sister, Linh. Those who he once considered his enemies were now some of his closest allies–but he’d been caught up in such a chaotic, dangerous situation that he could hardly keep track of who he could trust anymore. Some days, his fierce loyalty made him question himself.
But as he was interrogated with question after question, his one desire was to keep his friends safe–and everybody knew that when the thought reached his mind, it wouldn’t be leaving.
“It says here,” his interrogater said, reaching for a file, “that many times you’ve used your ability as a Shade to take shadowvapor readings of others, and that you’ve even been trained in manipulating shadowflux. And that you’re part of an elusive order that has engaged in many battles recently? Seems perfect for you.”
It did–he knew that anyone else would be quick to admit that. But agreeing with his interrogator wouldn’t get him much farther. So instead, he crossed his arms and glared at the figure from under his silver-tipped bangs.
“We’re not the problem. Believe me–I’ve seen people who actually do evil things with shadowflux.”
Leaning in his chair with his stubborn expression, he might look like a typical edgy teenage boy. But as he thought back to the terrible things the Neverseen’s Shade had done to his friends–things that he could hardly fix and was being asked to train in–he realized that he should’ve anticipated being framed for manipulating shadowflux.
“It’s not like you had the greatest past before your rather recent return to the Lost Cities.” Tam felt a darkness much more fierce than any shadow passing through him–if he had the ability to inflict pain, like his friend Sophie, things would have gotten very messy right then. “You left your home and attended Exillium for years–earning yourself a bad, or should I say, shady reputation among the Lost Cities’ most hopeless cases…” The words still made him grit his teeth–all those years, plus the suspicion and lack of care from his parents, had made him determined to get through the scorn.
He knew the next words were coming as he gathered his self-control.
But they still hit him like a tidal wave as the interrogator continued. “…after your twin sister, Linh Song, was banished for causing multiple floods, and you resolved to–”
“DON’T BRING MY SISTER INTO THIS,” Tam snapped.
His control began to slip away from him as he began to understand why everyone was so suspicious of his Shade ability.
I knew this shadowflux thing was a terrible idea.

part 2: character voice
julia and miranda ~ when you reach me (book + characters by rebecca stead)
this is my favorite book actually but i did not do the characters justice so please don't read this unless you absolutely have to <3 /lh
994 WORDS
Julia desc: 123 words
Mira desc: 126 words
Julia pov: 379 words
Miranda pov: 366 words

Julia is, put bluntly, shown as a typical conceited girl throughout most of the story. When she’s first introduced as a character, it is shown that she has a habit of complaining when things don’t go her way–and using extremely specific descriptive words in conversation–which show her privileged upbringing, and how it got to her head. Julia has an extroverted personality and is more than a little dramatic. She asserts herself without much shame and can be rude sometimes. There is more to her than that–later in the story, it’s revealed that she doesn’t love all of the frilly decorations and jewelry she gets. She truly does care about her friends, but struggles to show it when her pride gets in the way.

Miranda’s low-key personality is a sharp contrast to Julia’s dramatic characteristics. She isn’t shy, particularly, but she usually spends time with just one or two friends and definitely leans towards the introverted side. Miranda spends a lot of time observing and thinking about the world around her. Most of the time, she stays away from the drama going on with the girls in her class, and secretly judges them from afar instead (which Julia does pick up on). But if someone picks a fight with her, she doesn’t let them get away with it. Miranda narrates the story casually, unlike Julia and her assortment of adjectives. She has a more typical life than Julia does, and she sees Julia’s tendencies as conceited–starting a rivalry between them.
JULIA
Before we became friends, Miranda and I despised each other for years–and I could trace it back to that very day, during art class in second grade, when we were making self-portraits out of construction paper. I had felt someone staring at me as I sifted through the vibrant sheets, searching for the perfect shades of brown for my face and eyes. The only shades I found were a light brown and a dark brown–plus a hot-pink shade that scorched my eyes. I insisted on finding the sixty-percent-cacao-chocolate construction paper, and when my third search proved to be a failure, the teacher noticed my frustration.
“Julia, go back to your seat.”
“Where’s the sixty-percent-cacao-chocolate construction paper?” I snapped with a little too much edge for a second-grader.
“Julia.” He stepped forward from the shiny mahogany desk, his eyes tired behind his glasses. “That doesn’t exist.”
“Where’s the café au lait construction paper?”
The foggy darkness clouded his glasses. “You’re making up words.”
I snatched two pieces of paper from the stack, wrinkling the brown shades a little bit as I stormed back to my desk. And snapping the jade-green scissors I’d brought from home, I noticed her staring.
She was holding the blinding hot-pink construction paper, which sent waves of strawberry light flashing against her caramel hair.
She was glaring in my direction, flecks of surprise in her eyes.
I’d never noticed Miranda before–she seemed to think we were overdramatic, which, in hindsight, we were. And she usually stayed far away from me.
It wans’t like we were going to be best friends anytime soon.
After about three minutes of awkward silence radiating between the two of us, I finally ignored the teacher’s stare and marched over to her desk, the silky green bows in my hair bouncing as if my anger had been transmitted to them, and whispered, “Do you have an issue?”
She said nothing, and just rolled her eyes.
“Julia and Miranda,” the teacher snapped, “I will send you both to the office.”
“I didn’t say a word,” Miranda whispered under her breath.
This girl is a great influence.
It took me four years to realize that there was a point to her aggravation. I was not going to stop naming shades of brown anytime soon.

MIRANDA
Before we became friends, Julia and I hated each other for four years. I always remembered the day in art class when we were making self-portraits out of construction paper.
She was standing at the front of the classroom and sifting through a stack of bright papers.
Again.
I honestly couldn’t stop staring. What was her problem? Why couldn’t she just take the colors and leave? And I watched the green bows in her hair bounce with every move. She was doing it on purpose. I could tell, and I rolled my eyes, something I would do a lot more than I expected in the coming years.
She peeled the pieces from each other one more time as I tried to focus on my own work. I could still hear the annoying rustling sounds.
“Julia, go back to your seat,” the teacher said.
I focused on cutting the stupid hot-pink paper I’d been given, but I still managed to catch the most ridiculous sentence in the world:
“Where’s the sixty-percent-cacao-chocolate construction paper?”
I peered to catch a glimpse of her eyes.
They were dark brown.
And as she kept talking, I stared at her, thinking about the complete stupidity of what she was saying. Ten times more stupid than the glaring pink paper I was holding. If I can deal with this ridiculous hot pink, you can use dark brown for your eyes.
She debated with the teacher about some more things. Café au lait construction paper for her face or something like that. And she must have caught me glaring at her after she stormed back to her seat in her fancy-looking green boots, because it was only a matter of minutes until she was up again. And walking towards me.
“Do you have an issue?”
I stared up at the green bows, and wondered how anyone had that much pride to create a scene like that. I rolled my eyes again–after that, I lost count of how many times it had happened.
“Julia and Miranda, I will send you both to the office,” the teacher said.
As Julia left, I muttered to myself, “I didn’t say a word.”
She sure is a great influence.

part 3: tropes
chatfic + highschool au + reader insert ~ keeper of the lost cities
858 WORDS

You: okay, guys. someone’s going to need to explain what happened at lunch today.

Sophie: What are you talking about?
You: it’s pretty hard to forget…

Sophie: I literally have no clue what you mean
Keefe: neither do I
Sophie: THAT’S BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T EVEN AT SCHOOL
Keefe: yes
You: guys, please. i’m actually really concerned right now…
Sophie: There’s no reason to be concerned though
Keefe: ABOUT WHAT
Sophie: This is why you need to actually go to school Keefe
Biana: wait what’s going on
Keefe: foster’s being overly secretive–or shall i say, mysterious–about whatever it was that happened during lunch today, which i had ZERO CLUE about, because i skipped school.
Sophie: AH, SO YOU ADMIT IT, KEEFE??
Biana: ohhh… that
Keefe: shh, apparently we’re being mysterious and pretending that nOtHiNg HaPpEnEd
Dex: I spent my entire lunch period working on technology stuff in the library. Can somebody PLEASE explain to us what’s going on? Why is everyone acting weird?
You: GUYS PLEASE COME ON WE ALL KNOW SOMETHING HAPPENED
Keefe: foster have your memories been erased or something–
Sophie: Keefe
Sophie: No
Dex: …oh
You: WHAT??? IS GOING ON?
Keefe: I DONT KNOW I WASNT AT SCHOOL
Sophie: THIS IS WHY YOU NEED TO STOP SKIPPING SCHOOL
Keefe: I KNOW I NEED TO, I JUST DONT WANT TO GO
You: GUYS PLEASE
Linh: hi
Linh: oh wow, things went down
Linh: how about you explain to us what you’re confused about?
Sophie: I KNOW I CANT CONVINCE YOU TO EVEN DO A SIMPLE HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT. JUST PLEASE ACTUALLY GO TO SCHOOL
You: okay first of all, I arrived at lunch and everybody was acting weird
Keefe: I WENT TO SCHOOL ON MONDAY
You: everyone was whispering about something and then as soon as I sat down you guys just stopped. but I could still see the expressions on your faces as if the conversation had just been silenced
Sophie: YOUR CHEMISTRY TEST WAS ON TUESDAY KEEFE SENCEN
Keefe: WELL I WAS GOING TO FAIL ANYWAYS, SoPhIe FoStEr
Biana: guys as much as i want to see how this sophie/keefe argument plays out i think this chain is getting a little bit chaotic
You: if someone could just explain what happened at lunch, that would clear things up
Keefe: oh, that
Keefe: see, we were just playing a game
Keefe: we were pretending to have a silent conversation, to confuse you
Keefe: because we’re such amazing friends now aren’t we
You: Keefe Sencen, you’re a terrible liar
Biana: KEEFE YOU WERENT EVEN AT SCHOOL
Keefe: …oh yeah
Keefe: i forgot
Sophie: I don’t even know what to say about that…
Keefe: i’m an amazing liar though. and if foster here would just explain what was going on, you’d understand how i got so good
Sophie: Keefe Sencen, I swear–
Keefe: why is everyone calling me by my full name???
Linh: guys, can i please explain?
Keefe: sure
Biana: she wasn’t asking you keefe
Biana: i guess lol
Sophie: …I’m not sure this is the best idea, no offense , but it could end really dangerously…
You: WHAT
You: WHAT IS GOING ON
Sophie: I’m sorry, I just don’t want to start an interspeciesal war
You: WHAT?????!!!1!???
Keefe: wow foster, nice job hiding it
You: HIDING WHAT
Sophie: Nothing
Sophie: Absolutely nothing
Sophie: It was completely a joke
You: oh and I forgot to mention the part where I could’ve sworn Biana disappeared for a split second
Biana: WAIT WHAT
Biana: I FORGOT I DID THAT
Keefe: okay, so clearly, i need to teach all of you a lesson on hiding things
Keefe: as an empath, i’ve learned quite a lot from over the years
You: ???? what’s an empath??
Tam: hELP I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE PERFECT MOMENT TO JOIN IN ON THIS CHAOS. I’M LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW. THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN
Biana: oh it’s just what keefe calls an empathetic person, bc he thinks he is one. no reason to worry
Keefe: *alden vibes*
You: what?
Linh: wow guys I haven’t seen tam laugh this hard in ten years
Keefe: i’ve literally never seen tam laugh
Tam: are you going to spill everything abt the neverseen now?
Keefe: no that was you
You: what’s the neverseen?!
Sophie: Nothing
Sophie: They don’t exist
Keefe: ah, if only
Sophie: GUYS WHY
Dex: Do Not Disturb is the most genius thing humans have ever come up with.
You: humans?
Keefe: DESK DIZZNEE
Keefe: i think it’s a lost cause
Fitz: WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY NOTIFICATIONS?
Biana: honestly yeah
Keefe: yep
Linh: i think it’s time we explain this
Dex: Please
Fitz: WHY IS EVERYONE SPAMMING
Tam: i want to see keefe continue slipping please no
Sophie: Okay. But please don’t tell anyone else about this, okay, y/n?
You: what’s the worst you could tell me?
Tam: IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN WATCHING KEEFE SLIP
Tam: ILL NEVER BE THIS HAPPY AGAIN
Tam: PLEASE DONT TELL y/n
Sophie: It’s the right thing to do Tam
You: are you guys even human?
Tam: …
Keefe: see, the answer is no
Sophie: KEEFE SENCEN

part 4: swc ficfantion
ft. @hamilchaos, @spire-, @seasiide, @-limeade, @a-sad-invention, @amazaeevee, @creatiivity, @eeveedonut, and @forestpanther

1254 WORDS

“Arli!”
The flood of dreams of goats and mangoes were cut off by a familiar voice. I snapped my eyes open to see Cami and Sparrow standing together, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they held armfuls of juicy mangoes.
“Can we use your secret stash of mangoes for today?” Cami called out first.
“Wait, what??”
“Mango wars.” Sparrow smiled. “Today. The day has finally arrived!”
“Wait, WHAT??”
In two seconds, I’d jumped off the bunk (almost forgetting that mine was on top), rushed towards the box of mangoes, and torn through it to make sure we still had an adequate supply. Cami and Sparrow rushed after me.
“Arli, it’s fine,” Sparrow whispered. “We still have an hour.”
“Wait–what time is it?”
Cami checked her watch. “It’s six-twenty-six. Mango wars begin at seven-thirty.”
I closed my eyes, picturing the various mango-filled activities that we’d been doing throughout the day, and hoped that our sibling cabins wouldn’t go so far as to betray us as I exhaled a sigh of relief. “So we have over an hour. That’s good.”
The Mango-Goat-Chaos-Writing Camp always had a surprise in store for us, so I grabbed my uniform, changing as quickly as I could and pinning my badge onto my coat. I brushed my fingers over the tiny chevron that represented our team. “I can do this.”
Then I tiptoed back into the main room, where Jade was now standing with us, holding a sign that read TEAM MOUNTAIN THINGIES FOR LIFE. Mangoes that may as well have popped off the sign, looking so edible and delicious, were printed around the borders. I smiled.
“Jade, this is the most amazing thing I have ever seen.”
She smiled. “I’m happy to carry on the spirit of Team Mountain Thingies, although I’m not sure how exactly we decided on that name.”
We all seemed to glance around at Sparrow’s realistic paintings of mountains with glimmering, snowy peaks. I could stare at them for hours and be mesmerized.
“I’m still a bit unsure as to how these Mango Wars originated!” Cami laughed a little bit as she said the words, and Jade–a veteran of Poetry, our cabin’s formal name–began to explain.
“Well, this used to be a typical writing camp,” Jade told. “During these bimonthly battles, we would simply compete to write the most words! But soon, the inside jokes came to dominate. The mangoes and the goats, and our camp’s unofficial mascot, Marc Mangosen.” I smiled, remembering the time I’d started to write “Marc 2022” instead of “March 2022”.
“That, Jade, is an amazing story!” Cami really started laughing then–it might’ve been the first time she’d heard “Marc Mangosen” said aloud. I hadn’t restrained myself either.
“I’m full of them.” Jade winked.
Sparrow was smiling too. “You guys want to go outside and work on strategizing? We could try to make truces with some of the other cabins. Although I highly doubt that’ll happen.” She glanced, exasperated, at the door, where the screaming and chaos, although faint, had already begun to take shape.
“I think we should.” Cami smiled. “Although we’d better get a basket or something for these mangoes–” She rushed to the box we’d stored in the secret room where no other cabins could find it, and poured the mangoes in. “Sparrow, give me all your mangoes.”
I burst out laughing–and Cami, Sparrow, and Jade did, too. Sparrow and Jade were able to pull themselves back quickly, and Cami reduced her laughter to smiling, the corners of her mouth twitching a little bit as we walked outside. I kept giggling–it had always been a bad habit of mine.
Some of our campers were already lined up outside, waiting in the grass and talking. Next to us, I saw Script and Hi-Fi’s cabins standing tall–our allies to the end. I wondered if we were the only ones with a hole in our roof that had been repaired with a mango.
“Wait–we have extra mangoes!!” I blurted.
“What?” Sparrow’s eyebrows crinkled. “Where are they?”
“On the roof.”
The corners of Sparrow’s mouth twitched. “Okay, that’s hilarious.”
“DOES ANYONE HAVE A LADDER??” I called out to the field of campers, twisting the cuff of my coat anxiously.
And miraculously, a camper appeared behind us, with the Fairy Tales badge sewn into their uniform.
“Hi there, I’m Aspen.” They offered a smile. “I… think I know where you can find ladders. Although I’m not sure why you need–wait, is that a mango sticking out of Poetry’s roof?”
“Oh.” The coat twisting grew more aggressive. “See, yes. But there’s a good explanation for that.”
“Ohhhh.” Aspen’s eyes widened. “Well, it might be a bit of a struggle to get Real-Fi to let you use their ladders–”
“Did someone say ladders?”
We whirled around.
Two campers with Real-Fi badges smirked playfully, holding delicious-looking mangoes.
“Ah, I remember you!” one of them said–Misty, an old friend from a few sessions ago. I recognized the camper next to her as well–Eevee, who I knew from various interactions over the sessions. “You’re Arli. And I see you’re in Poetry… Yeah, your ceiling got destroyed.”
“I know you want our ladders,” Eevee said calmly. “But, as you know, Real-Fi and Poetry are hostile neutrals. I’m not sure it’s the best idea to–wait, there’s a mango in your roof.”
Cami, Sparrow, and Jade stood together, observing the roof and trying to look for the mango, which I could now see glowing like the rising sun.
And two more campers ran over at that moment–along with another leader, trying to observe the same thing.
“There’s a mango in Poetry’s roof… why?” Addie from Non-Fi whispered to me.
“I had to improvise. I mean–did you see what was happening to our roofs?”
“We did.” Misty and Eevee high-fived.
Iris, a camper from Myth, was currently juggling an assortment of mangoes that somehow didn’t fall. Myth had a lot of unsolved mysteries that lurked in the fields of our camp–and we loved them for that. “Are you going to try to climb the roof, Arli?…”
“Let’s go get the mangoes–”
I spun around–again–to see that the camper who’d come with Iris–from Horror–was whispering to me. “I’m CD. And I think I have a plan.” A smile brightened their face.
“Wait–you do?”
“Come over here.” They pointed to Poetry’s cabin, and I knew I could trust them, since Horror was one of Poetry’s loyal allies. “I know what we can do.”
Cami, Sparrow, and Jade followed, Cami with the box of mangoes and Jade with the sign. “You don’t have to hold those right now. It looks heavy,” I said.
“So… there is indeed a mango in our roof,” Cami whispered.
“It adds to the look, right?” I tried to crack a smile.
“It does. But if you want to get your extra mango,” CD said, “we’ll have to get one of Real-Fi’s ladders.” I couldn’t help but notice that Misty and Eevee were watching us. We ducked into the Poetry cabin.
“Are we going to… steal it?” Cami’s eyes widened.
“Yes.” CD couldn’t help but smile–and I did too, until I realized what we’d have to do.
“Once Real-Fi goes to the Main Cabin, we’ll sneak in and get their ladders. Then climb on the roof and do whatever you need to do.”
“Be safe, Arli,” Sparrow whispered.
“Yeah. We don’t necessarily need an extra mango,” Jade added on.
“I know.” I twisted my thumbs. “But still, it sounds kind of–”
“GUYS!” Cami’s voice rose to a panicked high as she rushed towards the door, protectively hovering over the box of mangoes. “We’re being ambushed!!”

_kittykay_

july 9 daily, cabin wars!

note: all of this is from my weekly, parts 2 and 3

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.

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|| part 1: character consistency gravity falls , 599 words total

mabel pines - character sheet 181 words
series ended

pronouns - she / her
sexuality - straight
species - human

strengths: fun-loving, enthusiastic, optimistic, outgoing

weaknesses: self-centered, naïve, selfish, sometimes clumsy

view on life: free

tendencies:
tends to prioritize her own needs over the needs of others ( stays the same, but realizes it and apologizes )
tends to make mistakes that greatly backfire and impact others around her ( tries her best to improve and correct )
tends to be oblivious to her surroundings ( stays the same )

situations:

seeing a new boy she has a crush on
. emotions: infatuated, fixated, excited
. awareness of others (besides the boy): none
. outcome: she pursues the boy, often disregarding everyone else, but she never is able to end up with him

solving a new mystery with dipper
. emotions: intrigue, excitement, interest
. awareness of others: medium
. outcome: she has fun spending time and goofing off with her brother, and no matter what happens with the mystery she is there with her brother

a friend has problems and is sad
. emotions: eagerness to help them out
. awareness of others: little
. outcome: she can meddle too much with others’ lives and end up accidentally making things worse but things turn out okay in the end

scenario: mabel is invited on two dates that occur at the same time 418 words

“Argh!” I push open the door of the Mystery Shack and flop onto the counter. “Why must I be so charming?”

Wendy looks down at my mournful expression. “What’s the matter, Mabel? Something wrong?”

I sigh dramatically. “Boys! Too many of them!”

My brother Dipper looks up from his weird journal as I start my story. “So, I was out with Candy and Grenda, and you know me, attracting the attention of ALL the boys..” I twirl my hair, but I start to struggle when my finger gets tangled in it.

Yanking my hand free, along with a considerable amount of hair, I continue. “So there were these two boys, right? They were both, like, really cute and all.. they both asked me on dates!” With this I bounce up. “Oh, I’m soo excited!!”

“What’s the problem, then?” Dipper sighs. Honestly, I think he could have a little more enthusiasm about this, but whatever.

“Both dates are today..” I grumble. “Why was I so lost in those beautiful eyes that I couldn’t point this out?”

Wendy looks at her watch, then shrugs. “Well, I’m leaving now, good luck on your dates!” Before I can stop her, she dashes out the door and jumps into the car of her friends.

“Wendy! Can I come along?” Dipper shouts, throwing his journal on the floor. I snicker, remembering Dipper’s huge crush on Wendy ever since we arrived at Gravity Falls. Then I also remember that I need Dipper to help me with my problem.

I drag him down to the floor and wait until Wendy is history. Dipper jumps up, clearly angry for some reason. I mean, he gets to stay at the shack and help me with my love life now!

“What was that for? Now I don’t get to hang out with Wendy.. not like I care or anything,” Dipper says, crossing his arms.

“You can’t just leave! You have to help me out. Besides, Wendy left. You have to stay at the shack.” I smile as Dipper realizes I’m right.

He sighs, then says, “Cancel one of them.”

I gasp, “Anything but that! They’re both too cute to cancel on!”

“Then choose the cutest.”

“You’re so unhelpful right now.” I stalk out of the shack, while Dipper shouts something angrily behind me.

Who needs him? I can go on both dates. They’re both at the same restaurant! I’ll just make excuses to go see the other dates.. Everything will be fine! This is a totally perfect, amazing plan!

|| part 2: character voice owl house , 937 words total

( spoilers for owl house season 2, until the episode “them’s the break, kid”! proceed with caution )

edalyn clawthorne 126 words
eda is a confident, rebellious, and mischievous wild witch, but she is also extremely caring about others. she disregards rules and authority figures, preferring to live life her own way and to not be controlled. eda was also very skilled with magic in her school days, but she gave up her dream for her sister to have instead. eda often makes sacrifices on her own behalf for the sake of people she loves, and she can bottle herself up to stop others from worrying about her. eda’s voice is witty, sassy, and confident, often using smart remarks and sarcasm. she never speaks formally, even to important authorities who she doesn’t bend down towards. she uses her wit to get herself and others out of sticky situations.

raine whispers 118 words
raine is an introverted, easily flustered witch. they struggle greatly with public speaking and often try to avoid it as much as possible, but when it is unavoidable raine often mispronounces words, stutters, and flushes red. although they are very timid, raine is selfless and brave; when they are thinking about saving their friends their shyness is put aside, almost forgotten. raine has others’ best interests at heart, putting their own needs behind the safety of others, especially eda. they value freedom and are willing to make a stand on what they believe in despite the dangers involved. raine’s voice is respectful and caring, although occasionally when public speaking they can say some words wrong and get nervous.

event from eda’s perspective 341 words

I remember that terrible day so clearly, it feels like it was just yesterday.

When my memories replay, my heart sinks. Raine is sitting on the hill, looking away. I remember myself, a younger, hotter version of myself, laughing nervously. “Hey- Raine! What’s up?”

“We need to talk. About us. About you, Eda.” They fidgeted with their thumb.

I looked at them. “What’s the matter? Need help with your stage fright again?” I snickered, remembering the earlier memory of Raine.

“This is serious, Eda. You need to stop pushing me away.” No. They couldn’t be addressing this, right?

I felt some feathers sprout on the side of my head. I hastily pat them down, as Raine startled. “Eda! Whoa- what’s going on?”

“Raine! I’m fine!”

Raine looks away, exhaling softly. “You’re lying. Again. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” They sigh. “So, I’ve made a decision.”

I remember waiting, holding my breath. I know how this played out. I know how me brushing everything off pushed them away.

“I’m joining the Bard Coven..” I had looked away. I hate remembering this part.

Raine continues. “And I think we should see other people. I’m sorry, Eda.”

“It’s over.”

I turned away, gasping. No, no.. I had thought. Not now, not right now..

My hands sprout feathers and grow claws. I hear the growling of that bird brain. The darned Owl Beast. This is what pushed them away. My terrible curse is why Raine left me.

Raine looked at me, concern in their eyes. “What- are you okay? Is this the curse?”

I panted, inhaling. Why didn’t I just tell them? They would understand! I could have let them help me! Why did I feel the need to isolate myself?

Instead, I had laughed it off. “It’s fine! Everything’s normal! You can go now!”

Raine stood up. “..I can’t do this anymore.”

I don’t remember what happens next, but I do remember how I felt. That dumb Owl Beast! It ruined my life! Why did it want me to hurt everyone?

event from raine’s perspective 352 words

I remember the day I decided to break up with Eda.

She never told me anything! I saw she was struggling, but she wouldn’t tell me! We were dating! Maybe.. maybe she needed time for herself.

Eda walked up that hill. I didn’t want to do this.. “Hey- Raine! What’s up?”

I prepared myself for what I had to do. “We need to talk. About us. About you.” I wished there was an easier way for me to do this.

Of course Eda responded with her usual snark. “What’s the matter? Need help with your stage fright again?” I remembered with a pang the time she helped me. What was I letting go? Is this the right thing for me to do?

It has to be. I’d planned this for a while.

“This is serious. Eda, you need to stop pushing me away.” I had to continue.

To my horror, Eda’s face tightened and feathers began to sprout on her cheeks. “Eda! Whoa- what’s going on?”

“Raine! I’m fine!” There she went. Pushing me away again. Why couldn’t she just talk to me?

I had to address this. “You’re lying. Again. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” I sigh. This decision was hard to make.. “So, I’ve made a decision.” I look at Eda’s face. I’ll really miss her.. “I’m joining the Bard Coven, and I- I think we should see other people. I’m sorry, Eda..”

“It’s over.”

There, I had said it. How would she react? Would she be okay?

Eda gazed at me, slowly turning around. She grunted, curling up, and I caught a glimpse of feathers and claws.

Concern made me forget the situation. “What- are you okay? Is this the curse?” Surely she’d tell me, right?

Her voice tight, Eda responded. “..It’s fine! Everything’s normal! You can go away now!!”

She wanted me out. She didn’t speak to me. She lied to me, again.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I stood up and forced myself out. I heard yells, but I couldn’t bring myself to just talk to her. She would have to help herself now.

|| part 3: fanfic tropes amphibia and peppa pig , 797 words total

tropes: high school au, crack fic, crossover

synopsis: anne, sasha, and marcy are new kids at snort snort high! read their strange adventures as they are stuck with the peppa pig squad!

( spoilers for amphibia up to the end of season 3 ahead! )

Anne hesitantly walked into Snort Snort High School, not ready for her second adventure. She was still emotionally damaged from her adventures in Amphibia..

Marcy seemed excited. She ran towards a strange humanoid pig wearing a red dress and began shaking its hand. The pig immediately started screaming.

“SUZY SHEEP!! LOOK!! NEWBIES!!” Before Anne, Sasha, and Marcy knew it, they were being swarmed by little humanoid animals.

Sasha picked up the obnoxious little pig. “I want this one!! It’s so cute!!”

“I’M PEPPA PIG!” the pig cried.

“So, what teachers did you get?” Marcy inquired, staring at her schedule.

“Uhm.. for math I got Miss Rabbit, for english I got Miss Rabbit.. Are all my teachers Miss Rabbit?”

“Oh, yes, my aunt does everything! She’s a little bit crazy though,” a little rabbit says. Anne, Sasha, and Marcy exchange glances. Crazy?

Anne and Sasha followed a few people into the math classroom. The teacher is a frenzied rabbit, breathing heavily. “Hello everyone!! I’m Miss Rabbit and I teach math.. does anyone have any tired? I’m questions. Wait.. yes, no.. Taco Wednesday?”

“This teacher is insane,” Sasha whispered offhandedly to Anne. Unfortunately, the little rabbit from earlier and screamed something in a high pitched voice. All the little anthropomorphic animals began to yell and swarm the two girls, and their visions turned dark..

Anne woke up on the floor outside the math class, and Sasha was rubbing her eyes angrily. “Those little twerps..”

Suddenly Marcy appeared, lifting Anne and Sasha onto their feet. “This school is wack,” she said matter-of-factly. “We need to get out! And hurry, Pedro Pony and Emily Elephant are coming with Daddy Pig!”

“What-” Anne was interrupted from a loud booming noise. A giant pig came rushing, followed by a pony and an elephant.

“AAAAAAH!” The three girls started running but they were no match for Daddy Pig.

“We must take you to our principal..” Daddy Pig scooped up the girls and speed-ran to the principal’s office.

Anne twiddled her thumbs nervously. Not even Amphibia had been as crazy as attending this weird school! What was going to happen to them now?

“Boonchuy. Waybright. Wu.” A deep voice booms, echoing around the girls. They grasp each other’s hands, terrified.

The chair swivels around, revealing.. a tiny pig the size of Anne’s pinky finger. “I’m George Pig, your principal. I heard you were trying to escape school..”

“Dude. We could literally squash you like a bug right now.” Anne peered down at the tiny pig, wondering what he was thinking.

“Ah, but you don’t know of my secret weapon.” George wiggled his tiny hands impatiently.

Finally, Sasha sighed. “What is your secret weapon..?”

George inhaled, then began wailing loudly. His tears poured out of his eyes like fountains. Marcy couldn’t help but chuckle.

George noticed. “I can do better!!” His wails grew louder, and soon a pig wearing an orange dress rushed in.

“Georgie baby! What’s the matter little Georgie-poo!” George flushed pinker than he already was, but let this pig fuss over him.

“Mummy Pig! These insolent brats I call students stole my tacos!” George Pig cried loudly. Mummy Pig looked astonished, then turned to Anne, Sasha, and Marcy. She spawned a sharp looking high heel and glared at the three humans.

“Uh oh..” Marcy murmured, while Mummy Pig sharpened her heel.

“This is what you get for terrorizing Georgie-Poo!” Mummy Pig yowled, destroying a table and almost stepping on George Pig in her haste to get to the girls.

Anne shoved Sasha and Marcy out the door before running after them. The three made it outside, and suddenly they each started to glow blue, pink, and green. The Calamity Colors.

“What? But- the music box was destroyed-” Anne mutters, looking at Marcy for answers.

Anne was surprised to see Marcy’s hands turn into taco blasters! “Now we can escape!” Marcy yelled, blasting the school with tacos.

“Yum yum yum!” Sasha screamed, eating tacos from her hands before blasting Mummy Pig.

Suddenly, Sprig, Hop Pop, and Polly Plantar spawned, all looking surprised. Anne was about to embrace them when she realized that they were made out of tacos! Anne ate her found family and turned into a taco mega god, keeping the school at bay.

Once the pig family was defeated, Anne sighed. “Well, I think now is a great time to go back to our canon universe.”

Sasha and Marcy stared at her, confused. “The- the canon universe?”

“Yes, of course! Didn’t you know that we’re all characters in a silly frog show on Disney Channel, made for children ages 6-11?”

There was a tense silence, before Sasha tapped Anne’s arm. “I think you might be having hallucinations!” The girls laughed awkwardly, leaving Snort Snort High together.

|| part 4: swc fanfiction swc , 562 words total

I stand at the gates of Scratch Writing Camp nervously. As a first-time camper, I was excited to join camp! But now all I can feel is my own anxiety. How will I manage to make friends? I’m new, and everyone already knows each other from previous sessions! I don’t get any of the inside jokes, how camp works..

I’ll be all alone.

I swallow my fears. I am the one who wanted this! I wanted to join this writing camp. So now I’ll go through with it, and if it goes badly I’ll know for the future. Right?

I check my pockets for my key-ring. One of these has to unlock camp.. I try every key, but none work. I start to panic. How will I get in now? I’ll have to ask for help. But then I’ll look stupid! I’ll be known as the lame newbie who doesn’t know anything! I- I’ll get made fun of.

Before I can do anything, someone bumps into me. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry-” I turn around to help the other camper up. “I didn’t mean to! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine! Thanks!” They turn to the door, then pause, whipping back around to face me. “Are you confused?”

I turn beet red. “Y-yeah,” I stammer. “I’m a new camper..”

She smiles at me. “That’s okay! You have to eat a mango to get in, the keyhole is just a decoy. My cabin programmed it!” They hand me a mango, and I accept it gratefully. “I’m Celes, by the way. From Sci-Fi cabin.”

“Oh, cool!” I eat my mango and the gates fly open. As Celes jogs inside, I realize I forgot to tell them my name.

I step through the gates and gasp. The camp is beautiful. Flowers cover a tall cabin, reaching out to fifteen branches of cabins. I notice their positions keep shifting, like the shifts in the leaderboard.

As I approach the main cabin, I spot campers surrounding it, writing and laughing. Their conversations make me smile.

“Cabin wars are coming up, by the way, is your cabin prepared?”

“Yeah! Make sure not to war Myth, though!”

“Oh yeah, I won’t, don’t worry!”

“You should get some sleep, remember sleep is more important than camp..”

“What? No way! I can definitely write six thousand words on two hours of sleep! I’ve done it before!”

“Hey, I’m confused on the daily..”

“Haha, join the club!”

I decide to find a place to sit to pass the time. I find a corner to sit in and watch all the campers.

As I listen to their cheerful conversations, I see a girl hiding in a corner with a knife, her eyes glowing red. Another camper passes by, spotting her.

“Ebony! Get out of the shadows! You’re creeping me out, haha!”

“Pfft, sorry about that!” Ebony sighs, blinking at the camper and following them away.

I turn my head to find two campers sitting next to me. One is a Thriller camper and the other is from Myth.

“Oh dear! Kit, you didn’t procrastinate on the weekly, did you?” the Myth camper comments.

“Don’t worry, Iris! Not this time, at least..” Iris shoves Kit playfully, and the two campers laugh.

I smile at all the controlled chaos around me. I have a feeling I’m going to like camp..

Last edited by eternalnightlight (July 10, 2022 00:27:01)

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WEEKLY 1 DONE FOR FAIRY TALES! 3815 WORDS AND 3000 POINTS FOR FAIRY TALES!

Part #1, 1370 words))
Character Reference Sheet for Ginerva Weasley (Spoilers for Harry Potter Book and Film series)
Series: Ended
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Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
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Strengths: Loyal, Smart, Talented, Leadership, Confident, Brave, Independent, Lively, Attractive
Weaknesses: Leads herself into danger at times, Uncertain (formerly), Petty, Jealous, Explosive, Melancholy
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General View of Life: Positive, has a Purposeful View. Later changes to Positive and Content.
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Relationships:
Romantic Interest: Michael Corner (formerly), Dean Thomas (formerly), Harry Potter (current)
Friends: Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Nymphadora Tonks, Dumbledore’s Army
Family: Arthur Weasley (father), Molly Weasley (mother), Charlie Weasley (brother), Bill Weasley (brother), Percy Weasley (brother), Fred Weasley (brother), George Weasley (brother), Ronald Weasley (brother), Harry Potter (husband), Albus Potter (son), James Potter (son), Lily Potter (daughter).
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Tendencies:
Tends to lead herself into danger sometimes
Improvement: She becomes more wise and careful after previous experiences.
Tends to be quite explosive at times
Improvement: She finds a love interest to partner her personality.
Tends to date multiple people in a short time span
Improvement: She finds her true love and they get together
Tends to act more independent than she actually is
Improvement: She learns to work with other people and plan with others better.
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Situations:
Ginny loses one of her siblings (SPOILER FOR DH)
She refuses to believe it happened, she thinks it’s just a prank, a dream, or another person. She convinces herself it never happened and isolates herself from the truth.
“Fred, this isn’t a funny joke.”
She bottles up her overwhelming emotions and processing and ends up bursting out on people and being overall angry. She sees anger as an emotional outlet, but she feels it to be the stage where she is in the least control of herself.
“DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW I’VE BEEN FEELING THIS ENTIRE TIME?”
She blames herself and creates scenarios in her head where instead of Fred dying, she dies.
“If only I was there instead of Fred, maybe he would still be alive!”
She slowly realizes the reality of the situation. Now that the initial overload of overwhelming emotions starts to clear up, she is faced with a more present and unavoidable reality where her sibling is gone for good. She begins isolating herself and not talking much to others about her feelings. She stays in this state of depression for a while.
“He’s gone, Percy, and he’s never coming back.”
After a long period of time, Ginny starts to accept the reality of the situation, and not try to make it something different. She adapts to a life without her sibling. She still feels massive pain from their loss, especially when she sees something that reminds her of them, but she knows that she needs to accept reality, therefore, she does.
“Fred is not here anymore, but he will always be in my heart.
Romantic Struggles:
Ginny accepts rejection, but may distance herself or act rashly to others for a little bit.
She is very defensive and loud in fights, and will tend not to notice if she is being inconsiderate or is not letting the other person speak.
Will apologize after and is willing to change her behavior to fit the relationship. She will not change herself drastically for another person, though.
If they break up, Ginny will quickly find a new lover and the same things may or may not happen.

Scenario:
The sound of chickens clucking. Bustling and laughing downstairs. Light flooding Ginny Weasley’s eyes as she woke up right at afternoon.
Ginny let out a long yawn as she sat up slowly and stretched. She had woken up later today, since she had stayed up all night arguing with Fred about one of his pranks. A slime bucket one, in fact, that caused her to have green skin for three days straight.
As she slipped on her fuzzy slippers and put on a robe, she thought she heard her voice coming from downstairs. She could’ve sworn on it. But alas, Ginny attributed it to a simple trick of the morning, and she slowly made her way downstairs.
She looked around as soon as she was on the ground floor. It seemed different. Her mother and father were in the kitchen, having a flour fight and smearing baking products on each other’s faces, laughing. George, Charlie (who had come back for a summer trip), and Ron were sitting at the dining table, chowing down on eggs and bacon while having a heated argument on Quidditch teams.
Ginny looked to the sitting room. Fred was sitting on the couch, chatting with a red headed girl who looked suspiciously like herself. Before she could even approach Fred and the girl, Ginny and her locked eyes. The girl winked out of the corner of her eye, and before Ginny could react, the girl let out a high pitched girly scream.
“Guys, there’s an imposter!” She said, standing up and pointing at Ginny. Everyone whipped their heads in Ginny’s direction.
In a blink of an eye, all wands were pointed to Ginny’s heart. Ginny put her hands up, her eyes flickering in fear to all of her family members.
“Who are you?!”
“Are you a Death Eater?”
“Why are you here?”
“Why are you pretending to be Ginny?”
There was a moment of yelling and panic, then Ginny exploded.
“SHUT IT! I’m the real Ginny!” She swore she saw a flicker of anger on the fake Ginny’s face, then it was back to the fake scared expression.
“No, I am!” The fake Ginny declared, sniffling.
The family looked from one Ginny to the other, confused.
“Tonks, this isn’t a funny joke if this is you.” Molly said. No one replied.
Arthur was the first to lower his wand with a sigh.
“I suppose we’ll have to see which one of you is a Death Eater impersonating my daughter. Stand next to each other.” The fake Ginny walked to stand next to Ginny.
“When and how were you possessed?” Fred piped up, walking next to Molly and Arthur, who looked quite ridiculous with their flour covered faces and egg soaked hair.
“My first year,” the two Ginny’s blurted out at the same time. They both glared at each other. Ginny figured this person had done their research on her, so she was determined to respond first.
“By Tom Riddle’s diary. In Hogwarts.” Ginny quickly recited from the tip of her tongue. Fred nodded in approval, and everyone’s eyes were on the fake Ginny, who seemed more nervous than usual.
“B-But Lucius Malfoy was the one who slipped it in my school book.” The fake Ginny said smartly. Everyone grunted knowingly. Ginny’s face twisted.
How could they know that? Unless they were a Death Eater, or if this was another one of Fred and George’s unfunny pranks.
“Next question. What’s your favorite hex?” Ron asked, his wand still pointed at the two.
“The Bat Bogey Hex.” The fake Ginny replied quicker than Ginny.
“Correct.”
Ginny bit her lip and mentally cursed herself. How could her imposter know more about her than she did herself?
“I was about to say that-”
“That’s exactly what a Death Eater would say. Next!” Charlie said, glaring at his sister.
So the questioning went on. Sometimes the fake Ginny would slip up, sometimes the real Ginny would. By evening, everyone was tired and wanted to eat and sleep.
“L-last question,” Fred stifled a yawn. George was already asleep on his shoulder.
“Which prank did I do that made you stay up all night last night arguing with me?”
“A slime bucket!” Ginny exclaimed.
“A water bucket!” The fake Ginny protested.
Fred jumped out of his seat and pointed at Ginny.
“THAT’S THE REAL ONE! IT’S THE REAL GINNY! SHE CAME DOWN LATE BECAUSE SHE WAS UP ALL NIGHT ARGUING WITH ME!”
Everyone gasped and pointed their wands at the fake Ginny, who smirked.
“Well, I sure have learned a lot from this encounter..” The fake Ginny began changing into a tall, pale Death Eater. Dolohov.
The fake Ginny disappeared in a puff of black smoke that left everyone coughing and looking around in a panic.
This would only be the beginning of the attacks on different wizarding families…

Part #2, 1015 words))
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Using Rayla and Callum from The Dragon Prince! Using the scene where Rayla revisits the Silvergrove.

Rayla is an assertive/aggressive girl who doesn’t like being seen as inferior, weak or disgusting to others. She hides her true passive and small feelings inside, the feelings she doesn’t think are mature enough or okay to show to others. She is however, once she finds her true love, which happens to be human, not discriminatory towards other species like humans. She is quite blunt and direct, and won’t lie or sugarcoat anything to make anyone feel good. She may lose control in an argument or feel upset, which can lead to her blowing up or exploding in the person’s face. She is brave and isn’t scared to tell someone what she truly thinks of them.

Callum is an awkward, hormonal teenage boy who doesn’t enjoy conflict and tries to be polite and gentle. If he is wronged or is upset by someone’s actions, he may start off speaking to them gently and assertively, then if he gets frustrates, he will turn more aggressive and defensive in the argument. He may lie or sugarcoat situations to make someone happy or not get a reaction out of them. Callum tends to bottle up his emotions, and let them out in private, or accidentally in public. If he is in a situation that he is uncomfortable with, and if talking his way out doesn’t work, he is likely to accept the situation and hide his true emotions.

Scene from Rayla’s Perspective:
Home. I was finally home. I felt it as me and Callum and Zym were doing the traditional ritual to get into the Silvergrove. I felt it as I fixed Callum’s annoying ‘earthblood elf’ disguise. I felt it as I smelled the distant aroma of Moonberry Surprise.
As me, Callum, and Zym walked around the Silvergrove, I began telling them about life growing up in the Silvergrove. About going to school, the food, and the people. Callum
and Zym seemed quite interested. Then I remembered my most favorite thing about living here before. Moonberry Surprise!
“Callum, you have to try it, it’s amazing, you’ll love it!” I convinced Callum, tugging him towards the Silvergrove bakery as he protested. Zym squeaked.
“See, Zym agrees! Now let’s go.”
As we walked towards the direction of the bakery, much to Callum’s hesitation and discomfort, Callum suddenly gasped and stopped. I sighed.
“What now?”
Instead of getting a response, Callum raised a shaky hand to all of the other elves walking around us.
“T-They don’t have faces, Rayla. Rayla, they don’t have faces!” He said, his voice trembling.
I stiffened up. No, no, no. They couldn’t have. They couldn’t have. My heart raced and I felt all of the soul rush out of me. I took an uncertain step back. I- They ghosted me. They banished me, just like my coward parents. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. I started breathing quicker.
“Rayla, are you okay?” Callum’s voice echoed. I snapped back to reality and took a big gulp of air. Callum was standing next to me, his warm hand on my shoulder, looking concerned. I couldn’t show my feelings, my emotions, not in front of him.
“They’ve- They’ve ghosted me.” I breathed, my voice shaking as I struggled to contain my tears. “How could they?”

Scene from Callum’s Perspective:
The Silvergrove, Rayla's home, was absolutely beautiful. The dancing ritual we had to do to enter it, the culture, even the scent! It was amazing! Obviously, the elves don’t like humans (excluding Rayla, I’m pretty sure she might even like me a lot.), so I had to disguise myself as an Earthblood elf. Rayla got really annoyed by it though, so I stopped talking.
Zym was scurrying next to me as we all walked around the Silvergrove, Rayla telling us about stories from her childhood. She didn’t usually open up like this, so I was going to try to remember all that I could. She talked about her old school, the food, and her friends.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She looked at me maniacally, and for a minute, I thought she was going to strangle me.
“It’s called Moonberry Surprise, and it’s so, so good!” She yanked me in her direction. For a minute, I thought she was going to kiss me. But I then reprimanded myself for even thinking of that.
“U-Uhm, no, Rayla, I think I’m okay-” She yanked me closer to her face.
“Callum, you have to try it, it’s amazing, you’ll love it!” She demanded, tugging me towards the bakery and ignoring my protests and cries. Zym squeaked.
“See, Zym agrees! Now, let’s go!” She tugged me more forcefully.
I looked down at Zym’s seemingly innocent little dragon face.
“You traitor.” I muttered under my breath.
As I was forcefully dragged to the bakery, which let out an aroma of fresh berries, I saw something horrifying. I gasped and dug my heels into the grass, resisting Rayla’s tugs and slaps.
“Stop, Rayla, stop.” I mumbled.
Rayla sighed. “What now?” She demanded.
I raised a numb, shaky hand towards the other elves walking around us.
“T-They don’t have faces, Rayla. Rayla, they don’t have faces!” I said, my voice trembling.
Rayla stiffened up, and her face dropped immediately. I didn’t know what was going on, but all I knew was that it couldn’t be good. She took a shaky step back, and I took it as a chance to rush up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. I heard her breathing speed increase, and I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Rayla, are you okay?” I questioned, squeezing her shoulder. She seemed to snap back to reality. I heard her take a big gulp of air, and then we locked eyes. Her eyes seemed full of pain and disbelief for a moment, but then they flickered, and the emotion was gone.
“They’ve- They’ve ghosted me.” Rayla breathed, her voice shaking. She sounded like Ezran when he was struggling not to cry. “How could they?”

Part #3, 816 words))
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Tropes I am using are: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, and Canon Compliant.
I am doing a story in the fandom of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. It takes place after the events of canon.
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Spinnerella should have woken up to the gentle loll of sunlight on her skin, the smell of fresh breakfast from the Bright Moon kitchens, and the warmth from her wife, Netossa.
Instead, she woke up to a harsh, “GET UP!”, a whack on the face with a brush, and a yank up to sitting position. As her eyes adjusted into focus, she saw Netossa standing next to her, with a brush and a maniacal grin on her face.
“Netty, what-” Spinnerella’s groggy voice was interrupted by Netossa thrusting a hairbrush into her face.
“How long has it been since you’ve done your hair?” Netossa demanded. When Spinnerella didn’t respond, Netossa slammed the hair brush on her night stand, causing her wife to jump.
“Answer me, Spinny!”
Spinnerella sighed. She knew she wouldn’t get out of this one easily.
“Uhm…two weeks? After we defeated Horde Prime?” Netossa gasped at this, like it was a new revelation.
“No wonder it looks like a bird’s nest! Spinny, you have to take care of yourself!” Netossa’s harsh expression softened into one of concern.
“I know, I know, I just-” She was cut off by Netossa gently shushing her.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Spinny, today it’ll just be you and me, and I’ll do your hair and we’ll have fun. Deal?”
Spinnerella stared at her wife with gratitude and admiration.
“Deal.”
A few minutes later, Spinnerella’s head was set back in a sink, while Netossa scurried around, looking for shampoo in a Bright Moon Salon that she had discovered.
“You know, darling, you really didn’t have to do this. But thank you, a lot.” Spinnerella muttered as Netossa came running back with hair products. She turned on the faucet and set it at a warm temperature.
“Oh, yes I did. And anything for my Spinny. Is this temperature good?” Spinnerella nodded, so Netossa squirted some lavender shampoo on her hands, lathered it up, and began massaging it into Spinnerella’s scalp. The lavender scent soothed them both, so it was silent for a minute, until Spinnerella spoke up.
“Netty, do you ever feel like this is all a dream, and that when we wake up, Horde Prime will be back again and everything will be all bleak again?” Spinnerella fidgeted with her fingers as Netossa furrowed her eyebrows and turned on the water.
“I used to. But them I remembered how happy we all were when the battle was finished, and how you kissed me, and I knew no dream could be that amazing.” Netossa said, thinking about the happiness she had felt a few weeks ago as she squirted some lavender conditioner on her hands. She lathered it on the ends of Spinnerella’s hair.
Spinnerella thought about this for a moment.
The warmth that had filled her body when She-ra had defeated Horde Prime. The people, eagerly conversing about what they would do now that the battle was over. The freedom she had felt after many years of constant fighting and conflict. But she especially enjoyed embracing her wife Netossa like she never had before.
Netossa rinsed the conditioner out and gently wrapped Spinnerella’s hair in a towel.
“You can sit up now, I’m just going to let it dry for a bit.”
Spinnerella sat up. She let out a sigh.
“I just can’t believe they did it. I mean, they’re a group of teenagers, and they did it. I can’t believe the stress they must’ve had on their shoulders.”
Netossa shrugged. “They had us, though.”
“Still…it must’ve been a lot for them to handle.” Spinnerella sighed in relaxation as Netossa removed the towel from her head, and began gently detangling her hair.
“Yes, but now they’re wanting to run off on another adventure together.” Netossa chuckled as she began brushing through her wife’s hair. It was surprisingly easy to brush through, and in one minute, it was ready to style.
“Spinny, what style would you like?” Netossa questioned, grabbing rubber bands and combs.
“Whatever you think would look best, darling.”
Netossa decided to surprise her wife with a beautiful curled waterfall braid style. She knew Spinnerella would love it. As soon as she was done, she urged Spinnerella to get up.
“Get up, Spinny, get up!” Netossa practically dragged her wife to the mirror.
“Do you like it?” Netossa asked uncertainly, after a few moments of silence. When she looked into her wife’s eyes, she noticed tears in them.
“I-Is this the style I wore to our wedding?”
Netossa nodded sheepishly. A few moments passed, then Spinnerella engulfed her in a bone-crushing hug. Netossa took that as a sign that she liked it
“I love you so, so much, darling.”
“I love you too, Spinny.”

Part #4 602 words!))
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JoJo rose out of her bed. She had just woken up to another amazing day in Scratch Writing Camp. She got dressed, slipped on her sneakers, grabbed her backpack full of mangoes, and walked outside of her dorm room, fully prepared for the day. For the chaos that would soon await her.
She stepped into the main Fairy Tales lobby, where a leader named Vi sat alone at a table, head in her hands. JoJo slowly approached her.
“Hey Vi, you okay?” JoJo asked, pulling out a chair to sit on. Vi nodded.
“Yes, I’m quite alright, thank you. It’s just- I just don’t have a plan on what to do. About, you know,” Vi pointed a pale hand towards the door outside, then immediately pulled it back, like it was going to attack her.
JoJo put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Vi, we’ll just attack, we don’t need a plan! That’s what everyone else is doing, anyways.” Vi seemed to think for a minute, then agreed.
“Alright, there’s no time to lose!”
JoJo and Vi ran to the door, and busted it down for dramatic effect. They walked in the direction of the gigantic main cabin, where all of the chaos would be taking place. On their way, they met some familiar faces.
“Oh, hello! Are you going to participate in the cabin wars too?” Arli, the leader of Poetry asked, catching up to JoJo and Vi. Fairy Tales and Poetry were Hostile Neutrals, but it would probably be okay to talk to them until they reached the war room.
“Yes, we are! Would you like to come with us?” Vi asked.
“Of course I would!” Arli said. As Vi and Arli got into a heated argument about mangoes and guitars, JoJo observed a member, in fact, a co-leader of Horror a little bit away, looking a tad bit lost.
“You guys keep going, I’ll be right back…” JoJo said, leaving the two arguing.
“Hey, you’re a co-leader of Horror, right? My name’s JoJo.” JoJo said to the freckled co-leader, who looked slightly relieved at someone else being there.
“Yep, my name’s Sophie. I’ve lost the other members, so if you could just help me locate them…”
JoJo knew how it felt, she had once been in the same situation when she was a co-leader for Fantasy.
“That’s fine with me! Siblings help siblings. You’re going to the Main Cabin, right?” Sophie nodded.
“Okay, let’s catch up with my group.” The two ran until they saw Arli and Vi, still arguing, but now with a much bigger group of people. They were quite close to the Main Cabin.
“Hey, who are all these people?” JoJo interrupted the argument. Arli sighed.
“Uhm, it may take a little bit. Everyone, just introduce yourself by yourself, okay?” Arli said in an exasperated tone, turning back to Vi and continuing arguing.
A person with glasses and dark brown hair spoke first. “Hey, I’m Starla, I’m from Horror, like Sophie,” they exchanged smiles, “and I swear I’m part gremlin.” JoJo chuckled and said her greetings.
As JoJo was about to turn to the next person, the bell rang. They meant the war was midway!
“Okay, guys, I would love to get to know the rest of you, but the war is midway, and we need to hurry!” JoJo shrieked.
They sprinted to the war room, where utter chaos was ensuing. Mangoes were being thrown everywhere, people were passing out, and Birdi and Robin were in a corner, bandaging up people, seeming quite overworked.
“Oh my goodness…THIS IS AWESOME!!” JoJo said, beginning to throw mangoes.
sorry I had to end on this because I have 5 minutes left to submit this lmao so sorry.

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Cynthialz

July 10th Daily

(412 Words)

this is all over the place sorry XD
also please ignore how cringey this is lol :eyes:

raise, askew, sears, stead

I was at the construction site in my friend Alica's stead as she was out traveling. I'm not heavily experienced so the others working's idea to not have me do much was probably a good idea, but of course since I'm stubborn and wanted to help out as much as I could I pushed myself to help everybody to the best of my abilities. Such as when a pole was askew I tried to help straighten, but I just made it fall down and forced the person working to have to start all over again. I could tell that people were starting to get annoyed with me, but they told me to maybe just take a break in the kindest way possible. I hated just sitting there while others were working, but eventually it was quite obvious that I would be doing them a much bigger help than actually helping them out with their tasks. As I sat and watched the workers work my respect for Alicia as well as the other workers only grew. In awe I watch as they raise wooden plank after wooden plank and dig gaping hole after gaping hole. When it's time for the worker's lunch break I go join them at the benches. As we eat they talk to me about my job. Even though for most of the day I'm able to just sit aside for most of the work they said that this was something that they needed all of the help they could get for. I listened eagerly as they explained that they would be lifting rocks as the machine they normally used had just broke and there was no way that they would be able to get it fixed for quite a while. When the lunch break is over I head over to the pile of rocks that needs to be moved. I see one that is quite big and decides to show off to the other working by lifting it up. I start to lift it up and then immediate raise how heavy it is. I end up dropping it right on my foot. I bite my lip as the pain sears throughout my body. After that I decide lifting the smaller less heavy rocks is best for me and that I should leave the big ones to the others. When the work day is over I decide that construction is defiantly not my thing.

Last edited by Cynthialz (July 10, 2022 00:29:56)

Cynthialz

weekly #2 (2522 words)

:sob: I wrote most of this in the car, help

part one: main informational article - fake crime (891 words)

cringey story about a mango thievery :eyes: <3 (also the location in the story has nothing to do with my actual location lol) featuring: sophie, val, laz, iris, and icy!

“As everyone already knows our town's most sacred building was robbed last night.” The news reporter said gravely into her mic. This was quite unfortunate news. The mango vault was very important to not only the citizens of Portland, but to all of Maine and the rest of the world too. Many would have a hard time sleeping tonight after being told the news. Detectives wouldn't be sleeping all week, maybe even all month. There was no sleeping until the mangoes were found and brought back to the vault and the thief was brought to justice.

Last night…

Sophie studied the vault trying to find an easy way in. They turned around and spoke to her second in command, Val, “You see that window?” Val looked up at the building. The only window she could see was on the second floor.
“Yeah I see it, but last time I checked, we can't fly, so unless we have another option for getting up there we're going to need another idea for breaking in. Sophie bit her lip and was about to say something when another member of the robbing party cleared his throat. They smiled as they pulled a grappling gun from his pocket.
”You forgot, I always come prepared.“ Sophie sighed with relief and then took the grappling gun.
”We'll have to plan this carefully. We only have one grappling fun and theirs five of us. I'll go in first and find a way to get through the window. Then I'll try and open the side door. If they even have guards stay over night I doubt theirs more than one or maybe to the side door, but we can take a couple guards easy peasy.“ After everyone had nodded Sophie continued, ”Iris, you and Icy keep watch while I climb through the window. Once I've made it in everyone can go ahead and head to the right side of the building, just make sure you're not seen. Oh, and keep these cloaks on so if it isn't too dark for the cameras to get a clear shot of us we still won't be recognized. Sophie then slunk off into the night and headed towards the vault. After a few moments of gazing into the dark trying to make out Sophie's figure the sound of the grappling gun is heard and they can see Sophie's shadowy figure use the gun to climb up the wall. Sophie had taken a small laser thing that was able to silently cut them a whole through the glass. She crawled through the whole and then dusted off her clothing. They glanced around making sure there were no guards in the area. Once she had confirmed that the area was indeed clear she crept down the stairs Luckily the floor barely creaked, though she wasn't even sure if there was anyone in the building. The only guards that she had seen were outside the front and back door and that was it. They slowly opened the door and were relieved to see that everyone was right outside waiting for her. She ushered everyone inside. They would have to be even more careful now that there were all five of them inside. Val then took out a map of the building. She studied the map and after a moment looked up from the map to look around.
“THERE!” she exclaimed. “Whoops sorry I mean there.” she said whispering. She pointed to a set of stairs leading downwards. Great, they had to go down into a dark scary basement that was probably swarming with bugs. The distaste was visible on every members face, but everyone seemed to shake off the fear and then take a few deep breaths, in and out before peering down the flight of stairs. Just from ducking their head down above the stairs Sophie could already feel a spider web in her hair. They shuddered and started to have second thoughts about this whole robbery thing. She was not a big fan of spiders or any bugs really, not a big fan at all. They took another deep breath and tried to push the idea of spiders and other bugs or creatures to the back of her mind as she led the way down the stairs. As she glanced back at her colleagues she was glad to see that they looked just as paranoid and worried about this as she felt. They tried to play it off as the cool, tough leader that isn't afraid of anything, but it was definitely harder than she thought it would be. When everyone had made it to the bottom of the stairs Sophie looked around. Her heart started to sink when she didn't see any big chest thing like she had expected to find. As she was stumbling around in the dark she hit her shin on something on the floor. She gritted her teeth and looked down to see what she had run into. They grinned as they saw what had caused her to hit her shin. A chest. Sure it was smaller than she'd expected, but her boss had never said what was in the chest that she was supposed to be robbing. Her jaw dropped as the opened the chest and looked down into the contents. She had been ordered to steal… mangoes?

part two: main opinion article - scratch opinion (811 words)

Although there are few downs about scratch there are definitely quite a few positives as well! One thing that I think makes scratch such an awesome place are studios. I think that studios are a great way for scratchers to share projects under a certain topic. They are also a way for scratchers to share their projects and get their projects views from people that are interested in the type of project that they have created. For example there are many studios made about a specific fandom. Someone who clicks on the studio is most likely either part of the fandom or curious and wants to learn about it! This way they can easily discuss the fandom in the comments or find projects about the fandom in the projects section.

Another thing I love about scratch is the community. I have mad many great friends during my time on scratch. Scratch is an easy way to interact with others, meet new people, and make new friends! While I love my friends in real life it's often tricky to find people who share common interests with you, but on scratch I have made many friends that share tons of the same interests as me. I've found friends that are as crazy about fandoms as me and are even part of as many and the same ones as me! I've also found many people who share the same hobbies as me and spend their time doing the same things as well!

Adding on to what I love about the community, I've met so many amazing people that make me realize how many great people there are out there. If I've just watched one of the latest episodes from one of my favorite tv series or read the latest book from one of my favorite series there will always be someone I can go to rant about it to. It feels awesome to have people check up on you just to catch up with and/or chat with you online. It's amazing how many people I have made connections with over scratch and how many amazing people I've met that I will never forget. Of course it's always sad to see them leave or move on from scratch, but that friendship will never leave you and that's something that I will truly forever be grateful for.

Yet another thing that I quite enjoy about scratch is of course scratch writing camp :sparkles: I've loved writing for years and I've been writing since I was quite little. When I first found out that a camp for writing existed on scratch I was thrilled. I signed up and had a blast during my first session and continued to join every session sense. I love not only the idea of scratch writing camp and being able to add my words towards a cabins overall word count, but also the amazing people also doing it. I've met such amazing people and it makes the camp just so much more enjoyable! I also really enjoy the friendly, but competitive aspect to scratch writing camp. You get to compete to win that session with your other cabin mates and it really motivates you to not only write, but to do dailies and weeklies and such! Even though you're competing it's also not a big deal when your cabin doesn't do so well since you still had the time of your life participating!

I also love the fact that you can express yourself in so many different ways! You can share art, writing, song covers, and photography. No matter what talents or hobbies you have you can express yourself through those hobbies through projects and more! You can also “customize” your profile so that it fits your liking and personality. Scratch has all the best ways for users to easily express themselves through their profile and projects. I personally think that the setup for user profiles is great and makes it easy to both customize and look at when another user finds your profile.

One final thing that I love about scratch is the fact that it's a great time to pass time. I made my first scratch account back around when the pandemic started and all that I had to do was sit around at home. Scratch was an amazing way to pass the time as I struggled to get through everything that was going on. Even after schools have opened back up and people have started to go back to in person school, scratch has been one of my favorite ways to cure my boredom. Especially now that summer has rolled back around again I need something to pass the time away with more than ever! As I said there is no better way to spend your time alone in your room with nothing to do, but with scratch!

part three: column - advice (602 words)

Question from @Cherii-Blossxm: What should I do if my cat gets possessed by one of my sister’s Barbie dolls?

Answer: Oh dear, I would first begin to wonder how on earth this tragedy had occurred. Had the cat been bullying the poor defenseless looking barbie dolls? If so that was quite the mistake you see, everyone know not to mess with a barbie doll. Well perhaps your cat wasn't aware of this well then where do I start. First of all there are three different kinds of barbie possessions and you'd have to decipher which your cat had been possessed with (if they hadn't been possessed by multiple.) The first possession isn't too bad compared to the other two. Your cat should only be in absolute utter pain for a few weeks, but then it should be okay. Now the second possession is as expected worse than the first one, but still bearable. Now a barbie doll would have had to be extremely * off to curse your poor cat with the second possession. Long story short, when one is possessed by the second possession one would be in not only mortal danger of death but also extreme pain. Luckily with the proper care and medicine one can be slowly cured after a few months. There may still be a small amount of pain after being healed for another couple of years, but it shouldn't be anything that your cat can't handle. Now for the final possession. Now this possession is very rarely used by any barbie doll no matter how annoyed they are. The only thing that the third possession is even thought about being used for is brutal toy slaughter. Now I don't just mean something like your cat ripping off the head of one or two barbies I mean a massacre. Now if your cat was possessed by the third possession I'm terribly sorry, but there is little to none luck for your cat. There have only been few possessed by a barbie doll and there has only been one known to have survived. Now by the slim chance that your cat is even alive there is one thing that can be done to possibly help your cat in any way. Of course nothing can be guaranteed, but in most cases it's a whole lot better than nothing. So the first step is to of course find out if your cat had actually been possessed by the third possession and it's not just a really bad case of the first or second possession. Now for this step you will have to take a small blood sample from your cat. Now as you should know normal blood is a red color and so is your blood after being possessed by the first or second possession. The only time that the color of your blood should change is when possessed by the third possession. After the blood sample has been taken and the type of possession has been determined it is now time to try and help your cat. Now since the third possession is obviously so serious it is impossible to completely heal the possession no matter how long you have been trying to. Now I'm also hoping that your cat was somewhat recently possessed. If it's been more than just a few days your case is pretty much hopeless. Now if your cat was recently possessed the only way to make the pain just a little bit more bearable and to drag out your living period just a little but longer you will have to serve under the barbie empire. Even then it can take a lot to convince them to let you in so good luck.

part four: other - fake invitation (218 words)

(I checked and the words that appear to be spaced out only count as one word

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ʰᵉˡˡᵒ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶦⁿᶠᵒʳᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵃᵗ
ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ
ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴɢᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ

ｉｎｆｏ

ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵐᵃⁿᵍᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᶦˢ ᵃ ʰᵘᵍᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᶦⁿ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ˢʷᶜᵉʳˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵃᵗ, ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶦᵐᵖᵒʳᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ʷᵒʳˢʰᶦᵖ ᵐᵃⁿᵍᵒˢᵎ ᵀʰᶦˢ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷᵒʳˢʰᶦᵖ ᵒᵘʳ ᶦᶜᵒⁿᶦᶜ ˢᵃᵛᶦᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿᵍᵒ. ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵒʳˢʰᶦᵖᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿᵍᵒ. ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶦⁿᵛᶦᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶦⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵇʳᶦˡˡᶦᵃⁿᵗ ᵐᵃⁿᵍᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿ. ᵇᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵖᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʸ ᵘᵖ ᵃˡˡ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᵘʳ ¹⁰ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷᵉᵉᵏˡʸ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵃⁿᵍᵒᵉˢ ⁽ᵐʸᵗʰ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗˢ, ʷᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵏᶦⁿᵈˡʸ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ.⁾ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿʸ ᶜᵃᵇᶦⁿ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵐʸᵗʰ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵒ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ᵘⁿᵗᶦˡ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ʳᵉᵐᵃᶦⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵇʳᵃᶦⁿᶜᵉˡˡ ʰᵃˢ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵐᵃᶻᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵃⁿᵍᵒᵉˢ ⁽ʷᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵒᵗᶦᵛᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ.⁾ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳˡʸ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳᶦᵒʳ ˢᶜᶦ⁻ᶠᶦ ᶜᵃᵇᶦⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᶦˢˢᵘᵉˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʷᶦⁿ.

ｔｉｍｅａｎｄｐｌａｃｅ

ᵗᶦᵐᵉ: ʲᵘˡʸ ³⁰ᵗʰ, ²⁰²²
ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ: ˢʷᶜ ᵐᵃᶦⁿ ᶜᵃᵇᶦⁿ
ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿ ˡᵃˢᵗˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ
³:⁰⁰ ᵖᵐ ᵗᵒ ⁸:⁰⁰ ᵖᵐ

ʷᵉ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵎ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃᶦᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳˢʰᶦᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃˡᵐᶦᵍʰᵗʸ ᵐᵃⁿᵍᵒ ᵍᵒᵈˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ. ᵘⁿᵗᶦˡ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵇʸᵉᵉᵉ

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ayid_7345

July 10th daily:

Total words: 419

Words from wordle: adieu, leads, stale, and stead!

Tim moved through the barn checking to see if all of the cows had eaten. Tim has a small family. Tim's parents have to work extremely hard to keep his sister and himself in school. To ease up their worries he tries to help out at the farm as much as he can. The farm was his grandparents and once they had died they had left it to his dad. His dad and mom were way too busy to take care of it and they were thinking about selling it. Not wanting to do that- Tim had promised he would look after all the work in the farm. Tim was determined to finish a quarter of his chore list before he eats breakfast. This was his last job. After he filled up the trough he headed to the small little cottage he and his family lived in. The cottage wasn't big- if anything it was crowded for all four of the family- but it was cheap and that was what they needed when they had bought the house. On the table was a basket of old bread and a note.

In hurried handwriting Tim's mom had wrote,

gone to work early. the bread is your meals for the day

Tim shrugged and picked up the stale-tasting bread. Tim froze as he heard shouts outside. He ran out to find Men in large horses moving all the cows. A short man, in his late thirties, leads the cows to a big truck.

“Hey! What's going on here?” Tim shouts.

The short man looked at Tim, “This here plot has been sold.”

The man had a southern accent.

Tim was devastated. He loved this farm, “Who gave you permission?”

The man looked at Tim once again, “Is the owner of this here farm your father?”

Tim nodded.

"Well he has been expelled from his position as owner of this plot, I am here in his stead.“

The man gave a sympathetic look, ”I understand this farm is important to you but the author of this story has decided that you need to lose this here farm so she can get some points for her cabin.“ He raised his hands as if he was surrendering, ”So blame her, not me.“

The man turned away once he finished loading the cows, ”Now that I have done my job, I have a short meeting to attend. I bid you adieu!"

Tim was mad, How dare you author! Now I have lost my only home!

ArtisticOne111

Words: Audio, Exact, Stale, Stead

The song rang through my ears as it played loudly on my headphones. I played a different song and the audio played outside of my earphones, it was so loud. “Shut the music off!” My mom said as she burst into my room. I quickly shut it off and ran to get a book so it wouldn't look like I was just dancing around in my room. I walked out of my room to eat lunch. I wasn't hungry, but I knew my mom was going to probably yell at me for not eating. I quickly grabbed a piece of bread and the supplies to make a grilled cheese. I melted the cheese and ate my sandwich. I practically inhaled it, just to get back to my room. The bread tasted stale, but I didn't see any difference than the regular. I walked back to my room and jumped onto my computer. I got back onto chat and called with my friend for about an hour. We called while gaming. She was so good at the game, that she was on top of the leaderboard every time we played. I got off to take a break from my eyes, and my sister peeked in. “Come on.” she said weirdly. I followed her out of the room. “Get dressed Lily!!” My mom said. “We have to go to Hannah's play!” “What play?” I asked. “THE WIZARD OF OZ PLAY!” Mom shouted. I ran to my room to put on a decent pair of clothes. Mom said that I had to wear something more decent than ripped jeans and a sweatshirt. “LET'S GOOO!' Mom said. I ran back out wearing a pair of apple-bottom jeans and a white top. ”You could do better than that.“ My mom said. ”YOU WANTED ME TO HURRY UP.“ I said. ”Let's go." We all jumped into the car and rushed to the school. Luckily the play hasn't started, and there were enough spots available for 4 people to sit. We watched the play in silence. It was Hannah's turn to go on. The curtains opened to the new scene and not Hannah- but her best friend came out. She was her understudy. She was in the stead for Hannah's part. She looked like her exact twin. We watched the play until the end, and when it finished, we immediately went backstage to see where Hannah was. She was in the back shaking with anxiety. “I got last-minute stage fright. I couldn't go on.” My mom put her hand on her back and went silent. “Sorry.” Hannah said. We all went back to the car and drove home in silence. When we got home, my mom microwaved left-over dinner, and we all went to our rooms after that. Hannah never auditioned for a play again.

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-limeade

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