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collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
this is my collection of writing - i hope you enjoy!! there will be no table of contents, just organized chaos 

- Mydoggiedaisy
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1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
a few haikus
The shadow of death
Looming over my body;
Will it come for me?
The voice is so sweet
Singing me to endless sleep;
Soft like a whisper
Pick right and you will
Wake up; see life again and
Never go so still
The shadow of death
Looming over my body;
Will it come for me?
The voice is so sweet
Singing me to endless sleep;
Soft like a whisper
Pick right and you will
Wake up; see life again and
Never go so still
- Mydoggiedaisy
-
1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
Etheree:
Hide
Escape
Never Works
We can just hope
That nobody sees
Who we still can not be
No matter how hard we try
Our flaws still come to the surface
Our secrets are never truly ours
The mirror hiding me from the still world
Has scarred me from the inside and out
Left my thoughts to puncture my heart
Has left me wondering when
I will be good enough
Or if I can be
It feels surreal
Fantasy
But hope
Exists
Haiku:
Taking the last step
Is like reaching a new dream
Ready for the chance
Acrostic:
Chaos ringing in my ear
Altering the sound in my head
Crawling through with the sense of fear
Open fire, watching soldiers who bled
Photos of war and death and pain
Hell in a small dose, what else could it be
Any can see their works in vain
Never able to even flee
You never know what brought it
Elegy
Voices in my head unceasingly loud
Never letting me think in quiet
Never letting me relive you
The memories haunt me from day to day
Never leaving my brain
Never letting me remember you
Thoughts in my brain that make no sense
Never letting my brain function
Never letting me focus on you
The hope is gone; I know it’s over but
Sometimes I wish you were still here
Because without you it feels different
Tell me not to be selfish
Sometimes I still see your face
It’s still new and priceless
As if you were never gone
Like you were still here with me
Pictures in my head louder than words
Never letting me live in peace
Never letting me forget
The thoughts that creep into my mind unwelcome
Never letting me get work done
Never letting me stop and think
Whispers of you ringing in my ear
Tearing me apart
Making me wish we had never met
Tongue Twister
Miracle Mike makes macaroons
note !! okay so some of these actually do mean something to me. etheree is that feeling of self conscious; the expectations you have that you’re always going to have to live up to. the elegy is also pretty important to me because of.. i mean i have no doubt in my mind you know why lol especially because of what elegies are
(385)
LESLIE sits in her hospital bed while thinking about her health. DOCTOR comes up from behind her. DOCTOR looks at papers
DOCTOR
Leslie? Leslie.. Stuart?
Doctor struggles to place LESLIE with a name as she reads over her papers.
LESLIE looks up in mild confusion.
LESLIE
Oh? Uh, yeah?
DOCTOR
She sits down next to LESLIE
You’ve been diagnosed with Brain Cancer.
LESLIE sits down and shrugs.
LESLIE
I figured.. My hopes haven’t been very high lately.
She proceeds with a motivational and inspirational speech. DOCTOR AVIANA soon leaves and shrieks from backstage soon follow. DOCTOR murmurs quietly about LESLIE’S condition. DOCTOR opens the door to LESLIE’S room. LESLIE stares wistfully out a window.
DOCTOR
Leslie? I’m sorry. I really meant “I’ll help make sure you have a great eight months;” not that I would help you live. You’re condition is far too severe.
LESLIE
It’s fine. I think my goal at this point is just to have a great time, you know? Even if there’s nothing waiting for me. I guess it will.. Oh, I don’t know. Give me time to ponder what comes next?
DOCTOR laughs. LESLIE shrugs in a way that says she was only halfway joking.
DOCTOR
I wish I could make it longer. I really do. You are the most special fourteen year old I’ve met in a long time. Be brave, Leslie Maya Stuart.
LESLIE nods and reads her paperwork, wondering what it meant and how she could use her eight months. ARIA walks on stage. LESLIE hands her a memory book, watching gleefully as the tears roll down her face.
ARIA, whispering
You will. I promise. Have the best eight months, I mean.
WOMEN enters stage left, coming near ARIA.
WOMEN
Keep that promise, kid.
ARIA
I will. I promise. Leslie means the world to me.
WOMEN stares her up and down. WOMEN nods.
WOMEN
Are you Aria?
ARIA
Yeah. Who are you, an aunt or something? Real nice of you to show up. Haven’t ever seen you in LESLIE’S life before. So, yeah. Nice play. Come and show up when she’s freaking dying? Just what LESLIE needs.
She raises an eyebrow, biting her tongue. She looks at the lady, obviously in utter distastement.
WOMEN
And that is because they’ve been hiding me in their basement for the past three years.
ARIA
I don’t believ you. You’re nuts. Leave.
WOMEN
Good, a wise one. Well, see you later.. Aria. I hope you enjoy your last moments with my niece. Keep her happy. Not that I care, or anything.
WOMEN walks crisply out of the room, leaving ARIA; LESLIE; DOCTOR together.
LESLIE
I’m scared, Aria. I don’t want to die. I’m not ready to die. I feel like by saying that I’m just being a disappointment.. Causing unnecessary worry. Do you ever have that feeling where you just want to live forever?
LESLIE wipes away a few tears. ARIA stares at her in confusion, concerned by the new LESLIE.
ARIA
It’s going to.. Not be okay? Um.. if you could do one thing in your dream life, what would it be? Maybe you could do that, or something. If- if you’re healthy enough.
LESLIE
I don’t know. There’s so much I can do. I have to fit another 70 years into 8 months. Talk about a time cramp. If I could do anything, I’d go on a roller coaster. And then I’d go to a waterpark. See everyone again. Go to school, definitely. Do you think they’ll have a funeral?
The room goes silent. ARIA, not wanting to think about it, shrugs.
ARIA
I.. guess so. You’re a pretty iconic person. At the very least, though, you’ll get an announcement. Don’t worry. I will for sure make sure they go “Now we would like to pay our respects to a bright and brilliant student, Leslie Maya Stuart. She has contributed tons to our school, mainly ranging in the talent department. Very talented at smiling.”
LESLIE gives a weak smile in attempt to lighten the heavy mood.
LESLIE
I have no doubt you will. You should make it much more funny, though. That sounds like my great aunt Josephine wrote that.
ARIA giggles.
ARIA
Oh, most definitely. That’s the point, of course.
(707)
#12
Daisy Grace
Contemporary
3/4/22
Straw Hats in the Civil War
The Civil War was a time of pain and war for many Americans. They would go to sleep with the troubling thoughts of “Will I wake up to see tomorrow?” or, for men, “Will I get drafted?” Families would be torn apart because of war crimes and fathers going out to fight for justice. Even during this time of war and uncertainty, Americans were able to look towards one thing to brighten their gloomy days; something to stop the sun from blinding them, or ripping each of the thin hairs off of their scalp because of sunburn. One of the only things to bring hope to the hopeless were straw hats. The only problem with these hats was the expense to buy them. However, many young pioneers still found the price worth the hope it would bring to them and their families. I believe that every American in the United States should have the ability to have a straw hat in any war. However, in the Civil War, it was crucial.
Straw hats were made using corn such as kettle corn. They were extremely expensive at the high rate of 65 cents per hat. There were, unfortunately, different hats for males and females. Men’s hats looked like a normal hat while women’s looked as though somebody took a stretchy stalk of corn and twisted other tidbits on top of it. For both, two facts remained: one being the price and the other being the fact that they were made using kettle corn. If all Americans could have had access to these hats, many more would have the will to live. If every hat was the newfangled equivalent to 89 dollars.There are 331,883,986 citizens and the government paid to have a hat made for each of them, 29,537,674,754 dollars would be used. According to the budget, the United States government spends roughly 598,500,000,000 dollars on the military per year. Spending half of the money used on the military per year would benefit the civilians in the time of crisis. When there’s no stability in the world, everybody needs their kettle korn straw hat to console them. A likely rebuttal to the argument would be the fact that there isn’t always a national crisis. Spending 29,537,674,754 dollars on straw hats every year may seem like a wasteful thing to do. Straw hats bring comfort to people no matter the situation. If the world had them for everyday activities, it would be a better place. In times like Covid-19, where the teen suicide rate has raised by 51%, it is beyond crucial to have something to keep you going. In this case, a year-long companion.
It would be a wise idea for the United States government to spend the money on the straw hats for the citizens. It would give them an upper-hand to any war because people would have the motivation to fight, and to fight to win. In the past few wars, the motivation for fighting has been down. The United States is a world power without a doubt, but no amount of power will get you anywhere with the attitude of fighting not to lose instead of fighting to win. As mentioned before, straw hats bring hope. They bring security, and comfort. They bring the will to survive another day - which would be entitled by fighting to win a war. If World War 3 begins, the United States of America would have a far greater chance of winning the war if the citizens themselves had a metaphorical rope to cling onto.
The Civil War brought troubling thoughts to many Americans. They weren’t sure whether they could put their trust into the fact that they would indeed see another day with their whole family together. Desperation often turns to blaming others for difficult problems in your life, which could be one of the reasons the Civil War lasted as long as it did. If every American, regardless of whether they were rich or poor, had access to a straw hat, there would have been a brighter change. If they had something to not only make their burning and potentially bald scalps feel better, it would be easier for them to hold on to the reality that there was a purpose. Straw hats bring hope, peace, and comfort. I, on the behalf of American citizens throughout the 50 states, plead you to sacrifice some of your well-earned money for this cause.
Author's Note:
I bestow my unending admiration, respect, and thanks to Jessica for helping me with the math in this essay. Without her, we Americans would stand no chance in our fight for justice. Jessica, not even an American, is aware of the benefits this would have upon our country. Thank you, Jessica, and you will be the first to know when President Joe Biden writes me back with his stamp of approval in buying us desperate Americans out straw hats. I send you my (platonic, friendly) love.
Daisy
(853)
The Black Death was a disease caused by fleas that were traveling on rats in the Middle Ages. While it swept through the city, nobody was sure about what it was or how it came. Some people would beat themselves because they thought it was a punishment from God. Others would blame others as many often do. However, the plague was caused by none of these reasons. The Black Death hit the southern part of Europe first, with practically no warning at all. It came by rats, who were getting free rides to other countries via boats. Fleas would land on the rats and, because they bit them, the rats would soon die of the Plague. Fleas need a host to live off of, so they would quickly find a person they could bite.
The plague came in three main types. Pneumatic, a type that attacks you in a more respiratory way. An example of a respiratory disease now is Covid-19. The second version of the Black Death was Septicemic, and this affected your blood. When the disease got into your blood, you were often dead by nightfall because it would travel over your whole body. The third type of the plague was the Bubonic Plague.
The Black Death didn’t care who it would effect and many people tried doing things we currently are doing to stop the spread of Covid-19 to stop the spread of the Plague. They, like us, wore masks on their face. They would have leaves and herbs to put on the death people to get rid of the stinch. In some villages, up to 100% of it’s inhabitants died. Throughout all of Europe, around 60% of their population was killed because of this. In some villages, there would only be one or two people left.
In one of the villages, a young girl had been a slave. After the Bubonic Plague ended, she realized that she was the only one still living in the farm. Because she was the only one still alive, meaning she was the only one with an inheritance, she was allowed to keep all of the land. Because of the Plague, many peasants were able to see their self worth and demand higher pay for their work. The Black Death, while wiping about around 60% of it’s population, certainly served as a benefit to some people. Without it, we may not be the same country we are today. We are fortunate to have high pay for jobs.
I believe school should end earlier. Especially in younger grades, the focus time for a student is small. For a five year old, the year many people start kindergarten, scientists have come to the conclusion that they are able to concentrate for 10-25 minutes. Middle schoolers are able to concentrate for 25-45 minutes. While having students seated in a desk with minimal exercise and breaks for seven hours, this is a sure way to hurt kids over time. Many students will complain about having hours worth of homework after school, or not being able to focus. They complain because their hours are too long and too early in the day. While it’s easy for adults to whisk aside as begging to stay home, these are real issues. Sleep deprivation is a real thing for many middle and high schoolers because they have to stay up late to finish an assignment. In no way or in no world should a school take up sleeping time, even accidentally. If they find out that their students do in fact need to stay up that late, something should change. It isn’t healthy, and defeats the whole purpose of school. Students can not learn well while having their brains barely working because they had to stay up until 2am just to finish math, science, history, literature, Bible- the list continues. The amount of homework they have is crazy for making students spend seven hours in the building. I believe that the school system really needs to change things. If they lowered class times by 30 minutes per class, students would still get 180 minutes of school. Homework could then be passed out for hours a day - the students wouldn’t be in school for nearly all that. It would benefit the schools by giving students more time to get ready, thus not forgetting their lunch. Students would remain more alert and focussed on their studies, in most cases, and students would enjoy school more. It’s hard to like something you are trapped in for seven hours then another 2-4 at home. I think if schools rethought their plan of action for the middle schoolers, our schools would be a more welcoming and friendly place. The GPA would most likely rise exbaditionally. Not all of the problems would be gone, but many would because people felt inclined to try their best. Schools should end earlier and cut their times down by 50%.
(821)
Hide
Escape
Never Works
We can just hope
That nobody sees
Who we still can not be
No matter how hard we try
Our flaws still come to the surface
Our secrets are never truly ours
The mirror hiding me from the still world
Has scarred me from the inside and out
Left my thoughts to puncture my heart
Has left me wondering when
I will be good enough
Or if I can be
It feels surreal
Fantasy
But hope
Exists
Haiku:
Taking the last step
Is like reaching a new dream
Ready for the chance
Acrostic:
Chaos ringing in my ear
Altering the sound in my head
Crawling through with the sense of fear
Open fire, watching soldiers who bled
Photos of war and death and pain
Hell in a small dose, what else could it be
Any can see their works in vain
Never able to even flee
You never know what brought it
Elegy
Voices in my head unceasingly loud
Never letting me think in quiet
Never letting me relive you
The memories haunt me from day to day
Never leaving my brain
Never letting me remember you
Thoughts in my brain that make no sense
Never letting my brain function
Never letting me focus on you
The hope is gone; I know it’s over but
Sometimes I wish you were still here
Because without you it feels different
Tell me not to be selfish
Sometimes I still see your face
It’s still new and priceless
As if you were never gone
Like you were still here with me
Pictures in my head louder than words
Never letting me live in peace
Never letting me forget
The thoughts that creep into my mind unwelcome
Never letting me get work done
Never letting me stop and think
Whispers of you ringing in my ear
Tearing me apart
Making me wish we had never met
Tongue Twister
Miracle Mike makes macaroons
note !! okay so some of these actually do mean something to me. etheree is that feeling of self conscious; the expectations you have that you’re always going to have to live up to. the elegy is also pretty important to me because of.. i mean i have no doubt in my mind you know why lol especially because of what elegies are
(385)
LESLIE sits in her hospital bed while thinking about her health. DOCTOR comes up from behind her. DOCTOR looks at papers
DOCTOR
Leslie? Leslie.. Stuart?
Doctor struggles to place LESLIE with a name as she reads over her papers.
LESLIE looks up in mild confusion.
LESLIE
Oh? Uh, yeah?
DOCTOR
She sits down next to LESLIE
You’ve been diagnosed with Brain Cancer.
LESLIE sits down and shrugs.
LESLIE
I figured.. My hopes haven’t been very high lately.
She proceeds with a motivational and inspirational speech. DOCTOR AVIANA soon leaves and shrieks from backstage soon follow. DOCTOR murmurs quietly about LESLIE’S condition. DOCTOR opens the door to LESLIE’S room. LESLIE stares wistfully out a window.
DOCTOR
Leslie? I’m sorry. I really meant “I’ll help make sure you have a great eight months;” not that I would help you live. You’re condition is far too severe.
LESLIE
It’s fine. I think my goal at this point is just to have a great time, you know? Even if there’s nothing waiting for me. I guess it will.. Oh, I don’t know. Give me time to ponder what comes next?
DOCTOR laughs. LESLIE shrugs in a way that says she was only halfway joking.
DOCTOR
I wish I could make it longer. I really do. You are the most special fourteen year old I’ve met in a long time. Be brave, Leslie Maya Stuart.
LESLIE nods and reads her paperwork, wondering what it meant and how she could use her eight months. ARIA walks on stage. LESLIE hands her a memory book, watching gleefully as the tears roll down her face.
ARIA, whispering
You will. I promise. Have the best eight months, I mean.
WOMEN enters stage left, coming near ARIA.
WOMEN
Keep that promise, kid.
ARIA
I will. I promise. Leslie means the world to me.
WOMEN stares her up and down. WOMEN nods.
WOMEN
Are you Aria?
ARIA
Yeah. Who are you, an aunt or something? Real nice of you to show up. Haven’t ever seen you in LESLIE’S life before. So, yeah. Nice play. Come and show up when she’s freaking dying? Just what LESLIE needs.
She raises an eyebrow, biting her tongue. She looks at the lady, obviously in utter distastement.
WOMEN
And that is because they’ve been hiding me in their basement for the past three years.
ARIA
I don’t believ you. You’re nuts. Leave.
WOMEN
Good, a wise one. Well, see you later.. Aria. I hope you enjoy your last moments with my niece. Keep her happy. Not that I care, or anything.
WOMEN walks crisply out of the room, leaving ARIA; LESLIE; DOCTOR together.
LESLIE
I’m scared, Aria. I don’t want to die. I’m not ready to die. I feel like by saying that I’m just being a disappointment.. Causing unnecessary worry. Do you ever have that feeling where you just want to live forever?
LESLIE wipes away a few tears. ARIA stares at her in confusion, concerned by the new LESLIE.
ARIA
It’s going to.. Not be okay? Um.. if you could do one thing in your dream life, what would it be? Maybe you could do that, or something. If- if you’re healthy enough.
LESLIE
I don’t know. There’s so much I can do. I have to fit another 70 years into 8 months. Talk about a time cramp. If I could do anything, I’d go on a roller coaster. And then I’d go to a waterpark. See everyone again. Go to school, definitely. Do you think they’ll have a funeral?
The room goes silent. ARIA, not wanting to think about it, shrugs.
ARIA
I.. guess so. You’re a pretty iconic person. At the very least, though, you’ll get an announcement. Don’t worry. I will for sure make sure they go “Now we would like to pay our respects to a bright and brilliant student, Leslie Maya Stuart. She has contributed tons to our school, mainly ranging in the talent department. Very talented at smiling.”
LESLIE gives a weak smile in attempt to lighten the heavy mood.
LESLIE
I have no doubt you will. You should make it much more funny, though. That sounds like my great aunt Josephine wrote that.
ARIA giggles.
ARIA
Oh, most definitely. That’s the point, of course.
(707)
#12
Daisy Grace
Contemporary
3/4/22
Straw Hats in the Civil War
The Civil War was a time of pain and war for many Americans. They would go to sleep with the troubling thoughts of “Will I wake up to see tomorrow?” or, for men, “Will I get drafted?” Families would be torn apart because of war crimes and fathers going out to fight for justice. Even during this time of war and uncertainty, Americans were able to look towards one thing to brighten their gloomy days; something to stop the sun from blinding them, or ripping each of the thin hairs off of their scalp because of sunburn. One of the only things to bring hope to the hopeless were straw hats. The only problem with these hats was the expense to buy them. However, many young pioneers still found the price worth the hope it would bring to them and their families. I believe that every American in the United States should have the ability to have a straw hat in any war. However, in the Civil War, it was crucial.
Straw hats were made using corn such as kettle corn. They were extremely expensive at the high rate of 65 cents per hat. There were, unfortunately, different hats for males and females. Men’s hats looked like a normal hat while women’s looked as though somebody took a stretchy stalk of corn and twisted other tidbits on top of it. For both, two facts remained: one being the price and the other being the fact that they were made using kettle corn. If all Americans could have had access to these hats, many more would have the will to live. If every hat was the newfangled equivalent to 89 dollars.There are 331,883,986 citizens and the government paid to have a hat made for each of them, 29,537,674,754 dollars would be used. According to the budget, the United States government spends roughly 598,500,000,000 dollars on the military per year. Spending half of the money used on the military per year would benefit the civilians in the time of crisis. When there’s no stability in the world, everybody needs their kettle korn straw hat to console them. A likely rebuttal to the argument would be the fact that there isn’t always a national crisis. Spending 29,537,674,754 dollars on straw hats every year may seem like a wasteful thing to do. Straw hats bring comfort to people no matter the situation. If the world had them for everyday activities, it would be a better place. In times like Covid-19, where the teen suicide rate has raised by 51%, it is beyond crucial to have something to keep you going. In this case, a year-long companion.
It would be a wise idea for the United States government to spend the money on the straw hats for the citizens. It would give them an upper-hand to any war because people would have the motivation to fight, and to fight to win. In the past few wars, the motivation for fighting has been down. The United States is a world power without a doubt, but no amount of power will get you anywhere with the attitude of fighting not to lose instead of fighting to win. As mentioned before, straw hats bring hope. They bring security, and comfort. They bring the will to survive another day - which would be entitled by fighting to win a war. If World War 3 begins, the United States of America would have a far greater chance of winning the war if the citizens themselves had a metaphorical rope to cling onto.
The Civil War brought troubling thoughts to many Americans. They weren’t sure whether they could put their trust into the fact that they would indeed see another day with their whole family together. Desperation often turns to blaming others for difficult problems in your life, which could be one of the reasons the Civil War lasted as long as it did. If every American, regardless of whether they were rich or poor, had access to a straw hat, there would have been a brighter change. If they had something to not only make their burning and potentially bald scalps feel better, it would be easier for them to hold on to the reality that there was a purpose. Straw hats bring hope, peace, and comfort. I, on the behalf of American citizens throughout the 50 states, plead you to sacrifice some of your well-earned money for this cause.
Author's Note:
I bestow my unending admiration, respect, and thanks to Jessica for helping me with the math in this essay. Without her, we Americans would stand no chance in our fight for justice. Jessica, not even an American, is aware of the benefits this would have upon our country. Thank you, Jessica, and you will be the first to know when President Joe Biden writes me back with his stamp of approval in buying us desperate Americans out straw hats. I send you my (platonic, friendly) love.
Daisy
(853)
The Black Death was a disease caused by fleas that were traveling on rats in the Middle Ages. While it swept through the city, nobody was sure about what it was or how it came. Some people would beat themselves because they thought it was a punishment from God. Others would blame others as many often do. However, the plague was caused by none of these reasons. The Black Death hit the southern part of Europe first, with practically no warning at all. It came by rats, who were getting free rides to other countries via boats. Fleas would land on the rats and, because they bit them, the rats would soon die of the Plague. Fleas need a host to live off of, so they would quickly find a person they could bite.
The plague came in three main types. Pneumatic, a type that attacks you in a more respiratory way. An example of a respiratory disease now is Covid-19. The second version of the Black Death was Septicemic, and this affected your blood. When the disease got into your blood, you were often dead by nightfall because it would travel over your whole body. The third type of the plague was the Bubonic Plague.
The Black Death didn’t care who it would effect and many people tried doing things we currently are doing to stop the spread of Covid-19 to stop the spread of the Plague. They, like us, wore masks on their face. They would have leaves and herbs to put on the death people to get rid of the stinch. In some villages, up to 100% of it’s inhabitants died. Throughout all of Europe, around 60% of their population was killed because of this. In some villages, there would only be one or two people left.
In one of the villages, a young girl had been a slave. After the Bubonic Plague ended, she realized that she was the only one still living in the farm. Because she was the only one still alive, meaning she was the only one with an inheritance, she was allowed to keep all of the land. Because of the Plague, many peasants were able to see their self worth and demand higher pay for their work. The Black Death, while wiping about around 60% of it’s population, certainly served as a benefit to some people. Without it, we may not be the same country we are today. We are fortunate to have high pay for jobs.
I believe school should end earlier. Especially in younger grades, the focus time for a student is small. For a five year old, the year many people start kindergarten, scientists have come to the conclusion that they are able to concentrate for 10-25 minutes. Middle schoolers are able to concentrate for 25-45 minutes. While having students seated in a desk with minimal exercise and breaks for seven hours, this is a sure way to hurt kids over time. Many students will complain about having hours worth of homework after school, or not being able to focus. They complain because their hours are too long and too early in the day. While it’s easy for adults to whisk aside as begging to stay home, these are real issues. Sleep deprivation is a real thing for many middle and high schoolers because they have to stay up late to finish an assignment. In no way or in no world should a school take up sleeping time, even accidentally. If they find out that their students do in fact need to stay up that late, something should change. It isn’t healthy, and defeats the whole purpose of school. Students can not learn well while having their brains barely working because they had to stay up until 2am just to finish math, science, history, literature, Bible- the list continues. The amount of homework they have is crazy for making students spend seven hours in the building. I believe that the school system really needs to change things. If they lowered class times by 30 minutes per class, students would still get 180 minutes of school. Homework could then be passed out for hours a day - the students wouldn’t be in school for nearly all that. It would benefit the schools by giving students more time to get ready, thus not forgetting their lunch. Students would remain more alert and focussed on their studies, in most cases, and students would enjoy school more. It’s hard to like something you are trapped in for seven hours then another 2-4 at home. I think if schools rethought their plan of action for the middle schoolers, our schools would be a more welcoming and friendly place. The GPA would most likely rise exbaditionally. Not all of the problems would be gone, but many would because people felt inclined to try their best. Schools should end earlier and cut their times down by 50%.
(821)
- Mydoggiedaisy
-
1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
a continuation from mossflower29's work
My heart beats, still longing for the one thing we all needed; the peace. My head throbs, dilated eyes swarming from the light. I could have sworn I saw a bunny jump in front of me, but that wasn't where we were. I could almost feel the memories of when we were still doing the things; when we still had the life. My birthdays, Christmas, when I got baptized. Easters, the last Christmas before Dad left. The Christmas when he came back. When I met my best friend.. everything slowly fades to white, my skin tingly before stopping slowly.
My eyes close, begging to stay closed. Trying to stay closed. /It was too late, wasn't it? Was I dead?/ My fingers lay at a surrender, letting the pictures run through my brain. Letting it be over.
“Lia, breathe. Just breathe-” he whispers, voice soft and pretty. Fresh, almost. “Breathe. Breathe. Eyes open- smile. I am right here. I'm right here, Lia.” Alex's fingers grasp my skinny ankles. I start to smile, unsure of what's happening. I shouldn't be dead. I should be alive- I need to be here for Alex. He saved me. He risked everything. And.. it wasn't for anyone else. It was for me.
My eyes open, watching the world from a different perspective. “Are we-” I ask, voice collapsing. Head up, I look forward. Ready to try again. Wanting to try again. “Are-”
“We're safe,” Alex murmers, head resting next to mine. At this point, the sky is dark. Stars dot the skies above. “Just breathe, Lia. Stay right here. Right here.”
The wind fights against my already thin body, but I can't do anything to protest. My eyes start to drift, but fingernails hold them open. While I want to yell and scream, the energy isn't there. /I can't./
“Silence is betrayal, Lia,” Alex mutters, a small smile on his face, but it looks forced. Like it had to be there, not wanted. Unlike any of his normal smirks. “Don't you go silent yet. Just look up. The stars? We're safe. Soon we'll be free, and let me tell you. That's a whole lot better than safe.”
I give a slight nod, the most my body is willing to offer. The words go in one ear and out another.. if they go in, anyway. My face smiles lightly, I think. I hope. But it's exhausting, as if I could never do anything more painful or excruciating.
“We're almost free.”
(413)
My heart beats, still longing for the one thing we all needed; the peace. My head throbs, dilated eyes swarming from the light. I could have sworn I saw a bunny jump in front of me, but that wasn't where we were. I could almost feel the memories of when we were still doing the things; when we still had the life. My birthdays, Christmas, when I got baptized. Easters, the last Christmas before Dad left. The Christmas when he came back. When I met my best friend.. everything slowly fades to white, my skin tingly before stopping slowly.
My eyes close, begging to stay closed. Trying to stay closed. /It was too late, wasn't it? Was I dead?/ My fingers lay at a surrender, letting the pictures run through my brain. Letting it be over.
“Lia, breathe. Just breathe-” he whispers, voice soft and pretty. Fresh, almost. “Breathe. Breathe. Eyes open- smile. I am right here. I'm right here, Lia.” Alex's fingers grasp my skinny ankles. I start to smile, unsure of what's happening. I shouldn't be dead. I should be alive- I need to be here for Alex. He saved me. He risked everything. And.. it wasn't for anyone else. It was for me.
My eyes open, watching the world from a different perspective. “Are we-” I ask, voice collapsing. Head up, I look forward. Ready to try again. Wanting to try again. “Are-”
“We're safe,” Alex murmers, head resting next to mine. At this point, the sky is dark. Stars dot the skies above. “Just breathe, Lia. Stay right here. Right here.”
The wind fights against my already thin body, but I can't do anything to protest. My eyes start to drift, but fingernails hold them open. While I want to yell and scream, the energy isn't there. /I can't./
“Silence is betrayal, Lia,” Alex mutters, a small smile on his face, but it looks forced. Like it had to be there, not wanted. Unlike any of his normal smirks. “Don't you go silent yet. Just look up. The stars? We're safe. Soon we'll be free, and let me tell you. That's a whole lot better than safe.”
I give a slight nod, the most my body is willing to offer. The words go in one ear and out another.. if they go in, anyway. My face smiles lightly, I think. I hope. But it's exhausting, as if I could never do anything more painful or excruciating.
“We're almost free.”
(413)
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- Mydoggiedaisy
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1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
I can't breathe; I can't move. Shock overtakes me, or it might be trauma. Either way, my heart pounds in realizing that no; I do not have enough time to write actual quality work. Unfortunately, this is going to have to go back to a variation of what I was writing last session.. And boy, would this be terrible. Last session my writing wasn’t terrible.. If you’re quality expectations were the equivalent to a rat running up and down a keyboard. It was full of typos and was all around terrible. This session, I had another idea. A new, motivating idea.. Or so I thought. Turned out, my writing would be incredible. That had been my goal. Instead, I am working on this for cabin wars. I have around a thousand words to write and good golly I feel bad. I totally ditched my cabin. I hadn’t necessarily meant to because I went ice skating and.. Well, I was kind of sort of busy, but for the most part I lost motivation. I’m very sorry for my cabin - Camp Contemp - for the stress I put you under. I am not sure of everyone who helped with all the wars, but I extend my greatest accomplishment, love, and thanks to Gigi and Alba specifically. From reading the comments, it’s become evident to me that they not only wrote a ton of wars, but sacrificed more than they should have with the sole point and responsibility to help Contemporary.
I think being a leader involves more than just “I’m good at this.” To be a leader, I’ve discovered, requires effort. Along with being active and encouraging people to write, you have to be motivating. However, your motivation needs to extend past who you’re leading. You have to be so motivating you get yourself motivated. I think this is a commonly overlooked fact. In most people’s opinions, getting motivation and keeping it is easy. Once, I was doing a group project. We made someone a leader, and they immediately forgot about it. Turns out, our whole group did. We ended up fashioning together a report the night before it was due. While we still got an A, it wasn’t an experience I would like to repeat. This session, Contemporary has taught me a valid lesson. Being active is important. Being motivated is more important. As a leader, I have responsibilities that I wasn’t aware of. I had no idea that I would need to put this much effort into everything. I obviously made a few mistakes in what and how I was doing things. Now, on March 12 of 2022, I am determined to try harder. I would like to apologize once again to Contemporary for letting you down.
I do, as I’m concluding this long letter of apology and what I’ve learned, want to think a few people. While I extend my gratitude to everyone active for keeping up and remaining hope, I would like to individually think four members. Eevee, Gigi, CD, Alba, Quinn, and Nayeli.
Eevee, it’s been a long road since we’ve met. I know that I haven’t always been the most active or the most reliable, but I have enjoyed every part of our relationship. You’re honest, kind, enthusiastic, and you remind me a lot of the changed Connie. Honestly, if you were to tell me that you were Connie, I still wouldn’t be that surprised (except for the fact that she’s fictional.) You were my third co-leader, I believe, but one that I will not and haven’t regretted. As soon as I saw your application, my brain exploded. Not quite literally. My brain immediately went to “oh my goodness, I need Eevee so bad. She sounds incredible.” When I heard you were a Christian, I felt.. I’m not sure the right word, but it was encouraging. Eevee, thank you so much for everything you’ve done for Contemporary, me, and many others. You’re truly an inspiration to me.
Gigi, getting to know you has been an eye-opening and delightful experience. You’re smart, you think clearly, and you’re thought process is beyond imaginable. I remember when I was scrolling through applications, I clicked on yours. Then, scrolling through it, I was laughing. You were funny and engaging. Even without strictly talking to you, I could tell you would be a fun and clear person. That was before really talking to you, and boy I’m glad I’ve had the opportunity to lead with you. From talking to you, I’ve learned more about different MCYT and SMPs. I never knew how much I loved them or how long I could watch them.. And boy, I never would have guessed I could love watching someone get pushed out of an airplane so much. Gigi, thank you so much for co-leading with me. I’m very thankful for the opportunity, really.
CD.. oh, CD. I love how clear and funny you are. You’re actions speak way louder than your words. You’re hilarious, enthusiastic, and muffins
. We love those, after all. I think we all take you for granted for all you’ve done for us, but you’re truly an inspiration to all of us. Talking to you is always fun and exciting, and one thing I’ve noticed is how your others-driven and kind to everyone you meet. I remember a few days before we were adding the campers, we were talking about lore.. Or, I was coming to the chat in a panic for everything we still had left. Then you wrote everything and so well! When I was reading your app, then when I came back to it, I was like “OH MY GOODNESS THERE IS NO WAY SHE STILL HASN’T BEEN REQUESTED. NO WAY. HOW!?” and I’m sure you could have been valuable anywhere you were placed, but I’m glad it’s in Contemporary.
Alba, I was not expecting this. We’ve halfway known each other for awhile, but you being in our cabin has been the definition of incredible. When you joined, our whole dynamics changed. It was incredible to watch and see play out. You have always been an inspiration to me since the moment I knew you existed. Your music is incredible and your determination is really truly incredible. Playing games with you is very fun. I want to thank you for being as active as you were today and everyday. You’re never ending enthusiasm and uplifting and motivational (ah, that’s the word. Took me a hot second to think of it) has been.. Incredible? You’re fabulous, and thank you very much for everything you’ve done for Contemporary so far.
To Nayeli, I’ll admit that we haven’t talked as much as we should have. Whenever I see you pop up in the cabin, I always prepare myself to laugh. You’re funny and motivating. When you poofed for the few days, the cabin seemed so different, and I now know that was because your incredible energy wasn’t there. I love your dedication and excitement. When you’re with Nayeli, you never know what to expect. That’s something I truly love. I believe the word is spontaneous. Anyway, thank you very much for contributing to Contemporary, and we are truly blessed to have you been sorted here. You re really incredible.
Quinn, thank you so much for the effort you’ve put into cabin wars. Seeing you around the cabin is delightful and fun. In fear of repeating myself too much, I will say a few things. Last night, when we had the four person war, seeing you pop in and write the 1,000 words very quickly was inspiring. It reminded me, most sincerely, of YOLO. You only live once. I’m not to this day entirely sure why. It was just exciting and fun, just like you. (I said it in a new way, be proud of me.) We are so lucky to have you sorted into our cabin, thank you so much.
Now that’s over with (unfortunately..) I would like to say that I never thought I would be spending my afternoon writing apology letters mixed with thank you notes. However, I do think you all deserve it. I know now that I have been a rather terrible leader for the past few days. I can safely promise that I will try harder. I would like to apologize to everyone who my carelessness has impacted. I am truly grateful to be the leader of Contemporary. It’s an honor I was never expecting. I finished my application later than I would have hoped. I remember having a dream where I was given the honor. I wasn’t entirely sure what cabin I would be receiving, nor that I would be getting any, and it’s light to say that I was shocked. I have loved this greatly despite having no idea it would happen. I think I began to get careless. My thought process went from “You did it, you’re fine!” And not looking for more ways to improve. I have a few ways and ideas on how to improve everything, but I am grateful for what we’ve done so far, and I have ideas for the rest of the session.
Thank you, once more, for your patience that I hope you can give. This cabin has truly been incredible, despite motivation. I’ve learned so much and this has been an opportunity that I wouldn’t give for the world so far. Let’s make it a great next session of camp. We’re doing well so far!
I think being a leader involves more than just “I’m good at this.” To be a leader, I’ve discovered, requires effort. Along with being active and encouraging people to write, you have to be motivating. However, your motivation needs to extend past who you’re leading. You have to be so motivating you get yourself motivated. I think this is a commonly overlooked fact. In most people’s opinions, getting motivation and keeping it is easy. Once, I was doing a group project. We made someone a leader, and they immediately forgot about it. Turns out, our whole group did. We ended up fashioning together a report the night before it was due. While we still got an A, it wasn’t an experience I would like to repeat. This session, Contemporary has taught me a valid lesson. Being active is important. Being motivated is more important. As a leader, I have responsibilities that I wasn’t aware of. I had no idea that I would need to put this much effort into everything. I obviously made a few mistakes in what and how I was doing things. Now, on March 12 of 2022, I am determined to try harder. I would like to apologize once again to Contemporary for letting you down.
I do, as I’m concluding this long letter of apology and what I’ve learned, want to think a few people. While I extend my gratitude to everyone active for keeping up and remaining hope, I would like to individually think four members. Eevee, Gigi, CD, Alba, Quinn, and Nayeli.
Eevee, it’s been a long road since we’ve met. I know that I haven’t always been the most active or the most reliable, but I have enjoyed every part of our relationship. You’re honest, kind, enthusiastic, and you remind me a lot of the changed Connie. Honestly, if you were to tell me that you were Connie, I still wouldn’t be that surprised (except for the fact that she’s fictional.) You were my third co-leader, I believe, but one that I will not and haven’t regretted. As soon as I saw your application, my brain exploded. Not quite literally. My brain immediately went to “oh my goodness, I need Eevee so bad. She sounds incredible.” When I heard you were a Christian, I felt.. I’m not sure the right word, but it was encouraging. Eevee, thank you so much for everything you’ve done for Contemporary, me, and many others. You’re truly an inspiration to me.
Gigi, getting to know you has been an eye-opening and delightful experience. You’re smart, you think clearly, and you’re thought process is beyond imaginable. I remember when I was scrolling through applications, I clicked on yours. Then, scrolling through it, I was laughing. You were funny and engaging. Even without strictly talking to you, I could tell you would be a fun and clear person. That was before really talking to you, and boy I’m glad I’ve had the opportunity to lead with you. From talking to you, I’ve learned more about different MCYT and SMPs. I never knew how much I loved them or how long I could watch them.. And boy, I never would have guessed I could love watching someone get pushed out of an airplane so much. Gigi, thank you so much for co-leading with me. I’m very thankful for the opportunity, really.
CD.. oh, CD. I love how clear and funny you are. You’re actions speak way louder than your words. You’re hilarious, enthusiastic, and muffins

Alba, I was not expecting this. We’ve halfway known each other for awhile, but you being in our cabin has been the definition of incredible. When you joined, our whole dynamics changed. It was incredible to watch and see play out. You have always been an inspiration to me since the moment I knew you existed. Your music is incredible and your determination is really truly incredible. Playing games with you is very fun. I want to thank you for being as active as you were today and everyday. You’re never ending enthusiasm and uplifting and motivational (ah, that’s the word. Took me a hot second to think of it) has been.. Incredible? You’re fabulous, and thank you very much for everything you’ve done for Contemporary so far.
To Nayeli, I’ll admit that we haven’t talked as much as we should have. Whenever I see you pop up in the cabin, I always prepare myself to laugh. You’re funny and motivating. When you poofed for the few days, the cabin seemed so different, and I now know that was because your incredible energy wasn’t there. I love your dedication and excitement. When you’re with Nayeli, you never know what to expect. That’s something I truly love. I believe the word is spontaneous. Anyway, thank you very much for contributing to Contemporary, and we are truly blessed to have you been sorted here. You re really incredible.
Quinn, thank you so much for the effort you’ve put into cabin wars. Seeing you around the cabin is delightful and fun. In fear of repeating myself too much, I will say a few things. Last night, when we had the four person war, seeing you pop in and write the 1,000 words very quickly was inspiring. It reminded me, most sincerely, of YOLO. You only live once. I’m not to this day entirely sure why. It was just exciting and fun, just like you. (I said it in a new way, be proud of me.) We are so lucky to have you sorted into our cabin, thank you so much.
Now that’s over with (unfortunately..) I would like to say that I never thought I would be spending my afternoon writing apology letters mixed with thank you notes. However, I do think you all deserve it. I know now that I have been a rather terrible leader for the past few days. I can safely promise that I will try harder. I would like to apologize to everyone who my carelessness has impacted. I am truly grateful to be the leader of Contemporary. It’s an honor I was never expecting. I finished my application later than I would have hoped. I remember having a dream where I was given the honor. I wasn’t entirely sure what cabin I would be receiving, nor that I would be getting any, and it’s light to say that I was shocked. I have loved this greatly despite having no idea it would happen. I think I began to get careless. My thought process went from “You did it, you’re fine!” And not looking for more ways to improve. I have a few ways and ideas on how to improve everything, but I am grateful for what we’ve done so far, and I have ideas for the rest of the session.
Thank you, once more, for your patience that I hope you can give. This cabin has truly been incredible, despite motivation. I’ve learned so much and this has been an opportunity that I wouldn’t give for the world so far. Let’s make it a great next session of camp. We’re doing well so far!
- Mydoggiedaisy
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1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
Monk’s Prologue
The sun shines on the ground down below
Foxes and wolves’ eyes hiding all that they know
The white puffy clouds high in the sky
Flying in the air, oh so high
A soft blow of wind in the air moving
Hair on the ground both tossing and turning
Our feet stomp on the soft and squishy ground
Wandering about with barely a sound
The Host’s eyes move, looking abroad
They rest on me and he gives a slight nod
“Monk Doone, you must be a godly man,
Tell a story for we all know you can.
Please, make it holy and true -
Make it as pretty as the grass under dew.”
My eyes stare back up at the Host
Licking my fingers from tonight's roast.
“Oh, so it’s my turn but so that you see -
I’m not the godly man you take me to be.
I’m a liar and want to be free, so you know
I’m quite happy to tell this tale, though.
I will never hear heaven’s ‘sweet’ bells.
But yes, of course, I’ll tell my tale
It will be about the ocean and.. Oh, maybe a sail.”
The Monk’s Tale
Once upon a time, deep in the ocean
There was a sailor quite full of sin
He had a copious amount of wives
And yes, most certainly a collection of knives.
His breath reeked of onions and peel
And he thought he had his destiny sealed.
His only goal, you see, was to rise to the top
Upwards he’d go; he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop
Even at the top of the ship,
Down below with his drink that he’d sip
Even there he had no clue
Or the faintest idea of what to do.
Crewmates would come to him day and night,
“Please, try with all your might!
We need your help, please save our son.
Then of course, your work can be done.”
He would then respond, “Sorry, I can’t do that”
Then give their shoulder a little pat.
The truth was he didn’t know how
Not then, not later, much less now.
He couldn’t meet their expectations
And that, you see, wasn’t a speculation.
The problem was that he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried -
And he realized this, for now he sighed.
“I know,” he thought to himself
“That I should find a way to prove myself.
Or maybe instead, I’ll admit I wasn’t telling the truth.
Then they’ll stop coming as if I had a booth.”
So, the sailor for many an hour
Without stopping for anything.. Not even a shower
To try and show that he knew what to do;
But, of course, the people didn’t stop to pursue.
One day he threw his hands up in defeat
“Yes, you finally have me beat!
Are you happy now, I guess?
Someone let me out of my stress.”
The sailor knew he was as terrible as can be -
Yes, that was quite plain to see.
Now at last, he needed another plan
To keep the sails up, bright red and cyan.
After a days’ worth of thinking and pondering
What felt as though he was simply wandering
Someone came up to him in his sleep;
Dressed in white gowns that couldn’t be cheap.
“Sailor, my friend, you’ve worked yourself hard -
Now, please let down your guard.
I’ll tell you the few things that you must do
To get the days on ship over and through.
Simply tell your friends to give their sons fruit.
This, my boy, will get them on the right route.”
When the sailor woke up, the man was gone
The sailor wouldn’t be able to tell if he had been wrong.
What if he gave the wrong advice?
Oh well.. It would have to suffice.
The next time someone came to the sailor,
Instead of wanting to impale her,
The sailor would look at them with a grin.
“Give them fruit. It will heal their skin.”
At night the sailor laid down to sleep,
Smiling because he’d worked himself away from the deep.
The man came to him once again
Now.. What would he do then?
“My sailor, I’ve granted you a favor.
Now it’s your turn; you might as well have signed a favor.
But you see, I’m You deep inside.
Well.. You, but without your deathly pride.
I’m holy and godly, destined for heaven.
Unlike you, I don’t carry many a weapon.
I’m not selfish and I want what’s best -
For you and the ship, so you can be at rest.
So, what I ask of you should be easy.
Just, do us a favor and don’t get so greasy.
Do us a favor and become just like me -
Then, you see, that’s how you become free.”
As the sailor woke up from his deep slumber
He was filled with awestruck wonder..
Oh, the joys of a little kindness
Leaving the days of laziness behind us.
That's how the sailor became free.
Take this as an example, I hope that you see.
—
+839 words, kill me now
AN:
so!! i wrote this for school yesterday and realized “AYYY YES BRO LETS GOOOO I CAN ENTER THIS IT'S A FANFIC FROM THE CANTERBURY TALES” so.. here we go
my teacher actually hated this so i am 1) dropping out of school because i prioritized that over basically all my homework because it was already, like, two days over due and 2) entering this shamelessly without any remorse <3 LYYY anyway have fun reading i suppose
The sun shines on the ground down below
Foxes and wolves’ eyes hiding all that they know
The white puffy clouds high in the sky
Flying in the air, oh so high
A soft blow of wind in the air moving
Hair on the ground both tossing and turning
Our feet stomp on the soft and squishy ground
Wandering about with barely a sound
The Host’s eyes move, looking abroad
They rest on me and he gives a slight nod
“Monk Doone, you must be a godly man,
Tell a story for we all know you can.
Please, make it holy and true -
Make it as pretty as the grass under dew.”
My eyes stare back up at the Host
Licking my fingers from tonight's roast.
“Oh, so it’s my turn but so that you see -
I’m not the godly man you take me to be.
I’m a liar and want to be free, so you know
I’m quite happy to tell this tale, though.
I will never hear heaven’s ‘sweet’ bells.
But yes, of course, I’ll tell my tale
It will be about the ocean and.. Oh, maybe a sail.”
The Monk’s Tale
Once upon a time, deep in the ocean
There was a sailor quite full of sin
He had a copious amount of wives
And yes, most certainly a collection of knives.
His breath reeked of onions and peel
And he thought he had his destiny sealed.
His only goal, you see, was to rise to the top
Upwards he’d go; he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop
Even at the top of the ship,
Down below with his drink that he’d sip
Even there he had no clue
Or the faintest idea of what to do.
Crewmates would come to him day and night,
“Please, try with all your might!
We need your help, please save our son.
Then of course, your work can be done.”
He would then respond, “Sorry, I can’t do that”
Then give their shoulder a little pat.
The truth was he didn’t know how
Not then, not later, much less now.
He couldn’t meet their expectations
And that, you see, wasn’t a speculation.
The problem was that he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried -
And he realized this, for now he sighed.
“I know,” he thought to himself
“That I should find a way to prove myself.
Or maybe instead, I’ll admit I wasn’t telling the truth.
Then they’ll stop coming as if I had a booth.”
So, the sailor for many an hour
Without stopping for anything.. Not even a shower
To try and show that he knew what to do;
But, of course, the people didn’t stop to pursue.
One day he threw his hands up in defeat
“Yes, you finally have me beat!
Are you happy now, I guess?
Someone let me out of my stress.”
The sailor knew he was as terrible as can be -
Yes, that was quite plain to see.
Now at last, he needed another plan
To keep the sails up, bright red and cyan.
After a days’ worth of thinking and pondering
What felt as though he was simply wandering
Someone came up to him in his sleep;
Dressed in white gowns that couldn’t be cheap.
“Sailor, my friend, you’ve worked yourself hard -
Now, please let down your guard.
I’ll tell you the few things that you must do
To get the days on ship over and through.
Simply tell your friends to give their sons fruit.
This, my boy, will get them on the right route.”
When the sailor woke up, the man was gone
The sailor wouldn’t be able to tell if he had been wrong.
What if he gave the wrong advice?
Oh well.. It would have to suffice.
The next time someone came to the sailor,
Instead of wanting to impale her,
The sailor would look at them with a grin.
“Give them fruit. It will heal their skin.”
At night the sailor laid down to sleep,
Smiling because he’d worked himself away from the deep.
The man came to him once again
Now.. What would he do then?
“My sailor, I’ve granted you a favor.
Now it’s your turn; you might as well have signed a favor.
But you see, I’m You deep inside.
Well.. You, but without your deathly pride.
I’m holy and godly, destined for heaven.
Unlike you, I don’t carry many a weapon.
I’m not selfish and I want what’s best -
For you and the ship, so you can be at rest.
So, what I ask of you should be easy.
Just, do us a favor and don’t get so greasy.
Do us a favor and become just like me -
Then, you see, that’s how you become free.”
As the sailor woke up from his deep slumber
He was filled with awestruck wonder..
Oh, the joys of a little kindness
Leaving the days of laziness behind us.
That's how the sailor became free.
Take this as an example, I hope that you see.
—
+839 words, kill me now

AN:
so!! i wrote this for school yesterday and realized “AYYY YES BRO LETS GOOOO I CAN ENTER THIS IT'S A FANFIC FROM THE CANTERBURY TALES” so.. here we go

my teacher actually hated this so i am 1) dropping out of school because i prioritized that over basically all my homework because it was already, like, two days over due and 2) entering this shamelessly without any remorse <3 LYYY anyway have fun reading i suppose
- Mydoggiedaisy
-
1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
My eyes traipse around the room; white tiled floors and bleached cement walls and ceilings meet my gaze. Rough rope twines my fingers together, the temperature rising and falling dramatically periodically. Drops of yellow urine drizzle to the hard floor underneath, composing a redolent of pee. My brain struggles to envision anything except my fated mutilation. I try to call out for someone; anyone but them.
The ligneous door creeps open, footsteps rattling in followed by a sturdy build with a tussle of cropped brown hair on top. Metal gleams in his coarse hands; I can feel the acrimony in his eyes all corelating back to me.
“Who is this?” He catechizes, voice deep but poised and deadpanned. My sea green eyes stare at the illustration of my angelic younger sister. Her beam stares back, teddy bear held in her tiny arms. Reddish pink lipstick now an illusion, my chapped lips clamp shut in refusal. “I can ask once more. She is an enemy of the country, as will you be if you don't respond. Who is this?”
The blade inches forward, racing towards my beating heart. My breathing shallows as if I can hide if I breathe softly. He doesn't need to acknowledge my existence; I won't acknowledge his. We could be even.
Greta
She hadn't been seeking to steal. Or if she was, it was my fault.
My eyes quiver, trying to shut themselves. My sweet, angelic sister was an enemy of the state.
She had no fault; she was capable of none.
A grunt leaves his mouth.
It's up to me.
I could tell him, tell him anything and everything and live. I could lie and tell him nothing. I could be an enemy of the state along with her, on the loose. As free as you could be with a government chasing you. Memories of the raisin and grain fill my mouth, soon filled with the taste of bitterness. I'm running out of time; cut me free.
“That's.. that's,” I begin, squeazing my eyes shut. "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know who that is.“
A boomiing laugh echoed throughout the room.
”If you wish dearie,“ he replied with a slight smile. ”If you wish.“
My eyes opened for a split second; I could see the orange and broken teeth from tobacco. The aroma of smoke filled the room when he entered.
”If you wish," he said again, bringing the metal closer.
And closer.
And closer.
Until it was too late, and my breathing slowed once again.
Enemies of the state never win.
The ligneous door creeps open, footsteps rattling in followed by a sturdy build with a tussle of cropped brown hair on top. Metal gleams in his coarse hands; I can feel the acrimony in his eyes all corelating back to me.
“Who is this?” He catechizes, voice deep but poised and deadpanned. My sea green eyes stare at the illustration of my angelic younger sister. Her beam stares back, teddy bear held in her tiny arms. Reddish pink lipstick now an illusion, my chapped lips clamp shut in refusal. “I can ask once more. She is an enemy of the country, as will you be if you don't respond. Who is this?”
The blade inches forward, racing towards my beating heart. My breathing shallows as if I can hide if I breathe softly. He doesn't need to acknowledge my existence; I won't acknowledge his. We could be even.
Greta
She hadn't been seeking to steal. Or if she was, it was my fault.
My eyes quiver, trying to shut themselves. My sweet, angelic sister was an enemy of the state.
She had no fault; she was capable of none.
A grunt leaves his mouth.
It's up to me.
I could tell him, tell him anything and everything and live. I could lie and tell him nothing. I could be an enemy of the state along with her, on the loose. As free as you could be with a government chasing you. Memories of the raisin and grain fill my mouth, soon filled with the taste of bitterness. I'm running out of time; cut me free.
“That's.. that's,” I begin, squeazing my eyes shut. "I don't know. I don't know. I don't know who that is.“
A boomiing laugh echoed throughout the room.
”If you wish dearie,“ he replied with a slight smile. ”If you wish.“
My eyes opened for a split second; I could see the orange and broken teeth from tobacco. The aroma of smoke filled the room when he entered.
”If you wish," he said again, bringing the metal closer.
And closer.
And closer.
Until it was too late, and my breathing slowed once again.
Enemies of the state never win.
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Flying oh so high,
I always try to reach up
But I still can’t reach
The mirror is cracked
The pretty face is broken
All because of me
Sometimes I wonder
When it will be that I am
At last good enough
I am more than done
I have broken the limits
Of what isn’t possible
“Always smile” they say
“Show us how you feel” they say
Pick; I can’t do both
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Flying oh so high,
I always try to reach up
But I still can’t reach
The mirror is cracked
The pretty face is broken
All because of me
Sometimes I wonder
When it will be that I am
At last good enough
I am more than done
I have broken the limits
Of what isn’t possible
“Always smile” they say
“Show us how you feel” they say
Pick; I can’t do both
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In my ten minutes of supposed clearing my brain, I couldn’t help but let thoughts wander into my brain every now and then. I went from confident at the first twenty to thirty seconds that no thoughts had entered my brain yet (which I then had to add my first tally for) to slightly worked up and panicked. I was hot (I was wearing a sweatshirt and leggings while being wrapped in a blanket) and my body convinced myself that if I didn’t change (rather immediately) I would die. After changing, I was reminded of a skater that I liked watching, which spiraled into more random thoughts. Then I began panicking again - this time about the meditation. My brain convinced myself that I was cheating and wasn’t doing it right, and I began threatening myself to start over or not allow it to count. Then I began counting in and out breaths, which helped clear my brain of other things. I found it odd how I actually had to remind myself to blink when doing this. (Tally total: ~12, I’m not 100% sure because of the mini panic moments I had because I somewhat lost track of points)
Both days have been not fabulous for mediation; today, I had around 10 thoughts. My guess is I’m both unskilled and bad at this. I’ve noticed that when I do these, I generally start to think of all the mistakes I’ve made; all the mistakes I will make. I begin to question everything I’m doing as of right now and start telling myself that I’m a fake or that I don’t know who I am. I think it was a little bit easier to keep my thoughts in check today - besides looking at Luna’s fireworks, I was fairly not panicky, which really helped keep everything under control (ignoring the fact I only had two less.) I also kept counting “in out in out in out” for my breathing until I thought I had it under control - then I stopped murmuring that and sort of allowed my thoughts to rest by themselves and called it a day until I started thinking again. It still really shocks me about how different, weird, and odd it is to just be alone with yourself. It’s a really weird but kind of cool feeling, in a way. While I personally probably won’t do this again because of the negativity that generally enters my brain, it was really cool and I can definitely see why it could help other people.
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In my ten minutes of supposed clearing my brain, I couldn’t help but let thoughts wander into my brain every now and then. I went from confident at the first twenty to thirty seconds that no thoughts had entered my brain yet (which I then had to add my first tally for) to slightly worked up and panicked. I was hot (I was wearing a sweatshirt and leggings while being wrapped in a blanket) and my body convinced myself that if I didn’t change (rather immediately) I would die. After changing, I was reminded of a skater that I liked watching, which spiraled into more random thoughts. Then I began panicking again - this time about the meditation. My brain convinced myself that I was cheating and wasn’t doing it right, and I began threatening myself to start over or not allow it to count. Then I began counting in and out breaths, which helped clear my brain of other things. I found it odd how I actually had to remind myself to blink when doing this. (Tally total: ~12, I’m not 100% sure because of the mini panic moments I had because I somewhat lost track of points)
Both days have been not fabulous for mediation; today, I had around 10 thoughts. My guess is I’m both unskilled and bad at this. I’ve noticed that when I do these, I generally start to think of all the mistakes I’ve made; all the mistakes I will make. I begin to question everything I’m doing as of right now and start telling myself that I’m a fake or that I don’t know who I am. I think it was a little bit easier to keep my thoughts in check today - besides looking at Luna’s fireworks, I was fairly not panicky, which really helped keep everything under control (ignoring the fact I only had two less.) I also kept counting “in out in out in out” for my breathing until I thought I had it under control - then I stopped murmuring that and sort of allowed my thoughts to rest by themselves and called it a day until I started thinking again. It still really shocks me about how different, weird, and odd it is to just be alone with yourself. It’s a really weird but kind of cool feeling, in a way. While I personally probably won’t do this again because of the negativity that generally enters my brain, it was really cool and I can definitely see why it could help other people.
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Vagueness
“Things are moving along,” the man said with his smile, teeth yellow and missing multiple teeth. A puff of smoke left the cigar he had in his hand. “Before you know it, things will be well ahead of you. And you, and you, and you.” As he said each you, his finger thrust towards the chests of everyone in the room. Heart pounding, I dared to look at him straight in the eyes.
Pencil poised, I cleared my throat. “Sir, would you mind explaining what “things” are? Could you elaborate on what you mean by ‘things will be well ahead of you’?”
“Do you smoke?” A uncomforting chuckle escaped from his mouth, ringing in the crystal air. For early June, the 80 degree weather was warm.
I shook my head no, biting my lip to keep my shoulders back. I assume my mouth formed the answer, and I can only pray my vocal chords decided to work.
“Drink?” In his other hand, he carried a small glass of alcohol, taking a sip. Great, interviewing a drunkard.
“No, sir. But could you please elaborate on your previous response? I’m sure the world is dying to hear your response.” I sucked in my breath. “World being Field Green, anyway.”
“Just you wait my dear,” he said with a smile and a raspy breath. “Just wait. Soon things will be well past you, and I, or anyone else’s control.”
“Oh?” I asked, frantically scribbling down his answers. “Would you care to explain how?” The man’s rough hand reached out, throwing my notebook to the ground.
“Don’t write down my answers, sweetheart. The world will know soon enough.”
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Ambiguity
“Holes housing poisonous snakes have been appearing frequently all throughout 17th Avenue. Detectives have been looking into them, but please make sure to stay safe. Everybody is in danger.” With that, the television flashed off, leaving me in my thoughts. At first, I began to laugh. Holes didn’t (and couldn’t) just appear. There had to be a reason. Unless there didn’t, but that was news to me.
With a shrug, I pulled on my blue fleece, tiredly slipping on my Vans. After pushing open the door, my eyes bulged. The television hadn’t been incorrect. There were indeed detectives.. Looking into the holes. Specifically, the holes forming in my front yard.
“Hey, detectives! Watch it. You’re digging up my whole yard! You know, it would be nice having a yard after whatever stupid announcement you were making on the television. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. Can you please leave?”
One of them spoke up, not moving his gaze from one of the 6-foot holes in my yard. “Sorry, ma’am, no can do. We’ve been given strict orders to look into the holes. And that is exactly what I plan to do. I’ve got a family to feed, you know.”
I let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh, my gosh. That is not what she meant. If and only if there are actually holes appearing spontaneously in my yard, which I still don’t believe, you are not supposed to look into them. You’re supposed to figure out why they’re happening, idiot.”
With a whistle, the detective piped up again. “Do what you want, missy, but I’ll continue looking into my holes.”
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Vagueness
“Things are moving along,” the man said with his smile, teeth yellow and missing multiple teeth. A puff of smoke left the cigar he had in his hand. “Before you know it, things will be well ahead of you. And you, and you, and you.” As he said each you, his finger thrust towards the chests of everyone in the room. Heart pounding, I dared to look at him straight in the eyes.
Pencil poised, I cleared my throat. “Sir, would you mind explaining what “things” are? Could you elaborate on what you mean by ‘things will be well ahead of you’?”
“Do you smoke?” A uncomforting chuckle escaped from his mouth, ringing in the crystal air. For early June, the 80 degree weather was warm.
I shook my head no, biting my lip to keep my shoulders back. I assume my mouth formed the answer, and I can only pray my vocal chords decided to work.
“Drink?” In his other hand, he carried a small glass of alcohol, taking a sip. Great, interviewing a drunkard.
“No, sir. But could you please elaborate on your previous response? I’m sure the world is dying to hear your response.” I sucked in my breath. “World being Field Green, anyway.”
“Just you wait my dear,” he said with a smile and a raspy breath. “Just wait. Soon things will be well past you, and I, or anyone else’s control.”
“Oh?” I asked, frantically scribbling down his answers. “Would you care to explain how?” The man’s rough hand reached out, throwing my notebook to the ground.
“Don’t write down my answers, sweetheart. The world will know soon enough.”
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Ambiguity
“Holes housing poisonous snakes have been appearing frequently all throughout 17th Avenue. Detectives have been looking into them, but please make sure to stay safe. Everybody is in danger.” With that, the television flashed off, leaving me in my thoughts. At first, I began to laugh. Holes didn’t (and couldn’t) just appear. There had to be a reason. Unless there didn’t, but that was news to me.
With a shrug, I pulled on my blue fleece, tiredly slipping on my Vans. After pushing open the door, my eyes bulged. The television hadn’t been incorrect. There were indeed detectives.. Looking into the holes. Specifically, the holes forming in my front yard.
“Hey, detectives! Watch it. You’re digging up my whole yard! You know, it would be nice having a yard after whatever stupid announcement you were making on the television. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. Can you please leave?”
One of them spoke up, not moving his gaze from one of the 6-foot holes in my yard. “Sorry, ma’am, no can do. We’ve been given strict orders to look into the holes. And that is exactly what I plan to do. I’ve got a family to feed, you know.”
I let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh, my gosh. That is not what she meant. If and only if there are actually holes appearing spontaneously in my yard, which I still don’t believe, you are not supposed to look into them. You’re supposed to figure out why they’re happening, idiot.”
With a whistle, the detective piped up again. “Do what you want, missy, but I’ll continue looking into my holes.”
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“its not a burning passion, it's a passion for burning” - luna
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Lyra's eyes glint, watching the fire before her eyes; it was gorgeous. Magnificent. She stared at the crying human standing in the middle of the not yet burning fumes, a gurgling laugh escaping from her throat.
“It isn't burning passion, sweet dear. It's a passion for burning.” Lyra twirled with her matches as if they were pencils or pens, a smile creeping onto her lips. The desperation in her friend's eyes reminded her of the prey she too often saw in prey. The monstrous part of her loved it. The fear that showed that she was in control; she was powerful. It was them admitting to knowing she was over them.
With a flick on the rope her enemies were tied to, Lyra dropped the match on the wood below. “And I have a passion for burning. Thank you for your sacrifice, sweetheart.”
With a mechanical laugh, she skipped away - eyes laughing. Of course, this was what she needed. But she wasn't satisfied; not yet. Not when there was still so, so much more. /It's not burning passion, it's a passion for burning./ Either way - she had that passion. She was ready for this.
With everywhere Lyra turned, she could see different sticks or pieces of wood. It would make her giggle - it was more fume for her fires. And boy, there was so, so much more of it coming. She had a list. Everyone she hated had a place on it. Until she was caught; but she wasn't planning on that happening any time soon. Lyra looked back to where the fumes were bursting up in the woods, giggling. It was magnificent. /And I created it./
The town she was coming near was old and partially abandoned, although it reminded her of her old town, where she had gotten kicked out of for accidentally burning a tree. It was very cool.
“its not a burning passion, it's a passion for burning” - luna
312
Lyra's eyes glint, watching the fire before her eyes; it was gorgeous. Magnificent. She stared at the crying human standing in the middle of the not yet burning fumes, a gurgling laugh escaping from her throat.
“It isn't burning passion, sweet dear. It's a passion for burning.” Lyra twirled with her matches as if they were pencils or pens, a smile creeping onto her lips. The desperation in her friend's eyes reminded her of the prey she too often saw in prey. The monstrous part of her loved it. The fear that showed that she was in control; she was powerful. It was them admitting to knowing she was over them.
With a flick on the rope her enemies were tied to, Lyra dropped the match on the wood below. “And I have a passion for burning. Thank you for your sacrifice, sweetheart.”
With a mechanical laugh, she skipped away - eyes laughing. Of course, this was what she needed. But she wasn't satisfied; not yet. Not when there was still so, so much more. /It's not burning passion, it's a passion for burning./ Either way - she had that passion. She was ready for this.
With everywhere Lyra turned, she could see different sticks or pieces of wood. It would make her giggle - it was more fume for her fires. And boy, there was so, so much more of it coming. She had a list. Everyone she hated had a place on it. Until she was caught; but she wasn't planning on that happening any time soon. Lyra looked back to where the fumes were bursting up in the woods, giggling. It was magnificent. /And I created it./
The town she was coming near was old and partially abandoned, although it reminded her of her old town, where she had gotten kicked out of for accidentally burning a tree. It was very cool.
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Part 1
Coriolanus Snow
Series continuing or ending?
Ending
Pronouns
He/Him
Sexuality
Straight
Species
Human
Strengths
Knows how to hide emotions
Knows what to say at the right times
Social skills
Can generally think about the consequences of his actions
Determination
Plans ahead
Passionate
Weaknesses
He cares about himself
Can be impulsive
Can and will betray friends to land on top
Poor (in the Capitol, a severe disadvantage)
Gets manipulated easily
General view on life
Hateful
Tendencies
“Fake it ‘til you make it”
Push other people down in order to get higher
Manipulate to get his way
Aims to please people in power or his closest friends
Takes revenge
Situations
Loss of Friend
In this scenario, he would probably be distant and only willing to talk to his cousin.He would push away all sympathy and his main goal would be bouncing back to figure out his next move. He would try to channel all pain to anger and determination as a reason to keep going and trying. It would end up with him trying to ignore the whole scenario or trying so hard to block it out that he loses control of himself
Romantic Struggles
Coriolanus would refuse to let go and keep going until he was forced to stop. When he finally realized it was over, he would do anything possible to seek revenge. The relationship would end after he ended it and he wouldn’t stop it until he wanted to or realized there was nothing else left in it for him. He doesn’t handle fights well; he lays all the blame on the other person mentally although tries to defuse the situation. When it comes to unhealthiness, he will refuse to admit that he’s being unhealthy or clingy.
Helping Others:
He would only help others if he really liked them or it would benefit himself. In the books, his character arcs were low. While he would feel bad for the other person, he would realize that it would help them get above him.
Coriolanus Snow sat straight up, eyes trailing around his house. In another room, Tigris and Grandma’am must still be sleeping. Perhaps a maid could be coming to their room now to draw their curtains to bid them a good morning. However, their fairings didn’t matter to him right now. With a quick exhale in, Coriolanus stands up. For just a second, he allows himself to feel the luxurious carpet underneath his toes and thinks about the pain it took to get to the spot where he was now. The Hunger Games; Lucy Gray Baird. How foolish he had been to put all his love into the one schoolgirl, but it didn’t matter now. He was living in luxury, President of Panem. Gem of Panem, Mighty City. Lucy Gray Baird must not be now. Coriolanus was doing everything in his control to make sure she wasn’t. Today he would finalize all of that.
However, with the 20th Annual Hunger Games underway, it was time to meet Lucy Gray Baird once more. Ten years was just long enough for him to get over his childhood love and finally do a take two to make sure she was gone for good. Coriolanus looked into his closet, now deep, remembering the 10th Annual when he had to make his father’s old shirt do. He had phrased every statement and comment as if he had a deep closet. Coriolanus hadn’t then, but now it had to be deeper than anyone else’s.
For the day, he chose something stylish and respectable. Velvet to show superiority; proof that he wouldn’t be put back down at Lucy Gray’s level, or just above it as he had been ten years prior. After donning his clothes and giving a quick wink to a few of the maids, Coriolanus opened the door and left his facility.
The train ride to District 12 was smooth and quick. As the doors slid open, a slight smirk filled the President’s face. He was still in power. Besides Lucy Gray, nobody else knew of this visit. As far as the Capitol and Districts were concerned, he was sick in bed with the flu. On the way to the woods, he put his fingers in his mouth and let out a simple four note mockingjay call. It was the same one Lucy Gray knew. If she was here, she was sure to hear it.
He waited a second, then a minute, perhaps five before he heard a hesitant response. Corioulanus continued stepping over tree branches and various debrees.
When he first saw her brown waves, Coriolanus wasn’t prepared. He had expected to go in there and end it all; end the pain. End all the bad memories. He still hadn’t been able to get her haunting voice out of his head. Even though it had been ten years, Coriolanus couldn’t help but still wonder what he could have done differently. What he should have done. The white rose he had in his hand quivered slightly. She wasn’t pretty, nor beautiful. She was now radiant.
“My, you’ve grown up quite a bit since the last time I saw you,” he said with a small, polite nod. It’s her fault; her fault you went through all the pain. She tried to kill you. It isn’t even yet. He gave Grandma’am’s white rose to Lucy Gray after giving it a kiss, a formidable smile playing on his face. “It’s quite a shame you couldn’t inherit everything a Victor should get. I think the house would suit you fine..” After a short pause, Coriolanus looked back at the girl. “Could you sing me a song? It would be nice to hear your lovely voice one last time. Unless, of course, you plan on seeing me often after this.”
“Certainly, if you’re asking me to belong to you,” Lucy Gray replies cooly,fingering a snake. “But I can’t sing. You aren’t showing up with dinner, and last time I recalled you weren’t a friend.”
Coriolanus let out a chuckle. “I kept you alive. Is that not friend enough?”
“Then tried to kill me.”
He nodded, fingering his pocket knife. “After-” he brought it up. She was radiant, but nothing about her changed. She was still the same Lucy Gray she always was. If she could go back in time, there was no way she wouldn’t have tried to kill Coriolanus. “You tried to kill me.” He moved his hand next to Lucy Gray’s, holding her hand as he stuck his knife into her thin body. Her wide eyes sparkled and went from dull to duller.
“Snow always lands on top.”
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Part 2
El
El generally talks quietly using as few words as possible, partly because of her trauma from being 011. At first, she’s extremely honest and will point out things she sees is wrong with her friends - not directly, but if she’s lied to and she knows it she’ll go “friends don’t lie.” As her character develops and she meets more people, El begins to speak more and tries to hide her real opinions to and from others. Her style can annoy some people, but she’s aggressive in her actions more than her words. She loses her temper occasionally and will verbally murder you if she’s mad at you
Katniss
Katniss is stubborn and a rebel both when it comes to talking and her actions (even indirectly.) If she sees something is wrong, she’ll point it out immediately and try to fix it. She gets sarcastic and self deprecative easily. If you wrong her, she would probably cut you out of her life or destroy something you value. Even with all of these, she’s loyal and can and will shut her mouth to protect her loved ones, sacrificing everything for them. Katniss will talk sarcastically never-ceasingly and occasionally cracks jokes. She can be good with younger kids, especially if they remind her of Prim
Tris
Tris is determined, powerful, and strong. While she isn’t intentionally rebellious, she puts her goals and aspirations first and works towards them. Tris uses a medium amount of words; while she doesn’t excessively talk, she definitely isn’t scared to speak up for her or someone else. She’s loyal and will say or do anything to protect her loved ones, even if she hasn’t known them for very long. At times, she can be oblivious to some scenarios. She is selfless and self depricative and uses these things in her everyday speech even without knowing it. She is very sarcastic sometimes without even realizing it
Tobias
Tobias is wise, cool-headed, and powerful. He speaks what is on his mind and is a fabulous liar when it comes down to it. If Tobias realizes something is wrong, he will be the first to point it out and try to correct it.. In his way. It’s easy for him to think of the consequences of his actions or words well before he says them, so he’s often quite good at holding his tongue. He is passionate and loyal, and afraid to show weaknesses, which does effect his speaking style. He has trauma from his dad that he tries not to show to anyone.
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Tris’ Recount
I had no option there; I had to keep climbing. My footsteps clang against the only few metal rods separating us from life on earth to death, echoing through the eerie night. Every now and then I would turn back down to Four to watch him climb, somewhat curious as to why he was so much slower. The look on his expression was terror, but I knew that this couldn’t be something he was scared of. Lost in my thoughts, my left foot slipped. I tried to scream, but no sound would exit my body. Still holding on, I opened my eyes. I wasn’t falling back down to the ground stories below; I must have been dead. There was no alternative.
“Are you okay?” Four called up, his own voice Stiff. I nodded my head; there was no alternative. I couldn’t say no, but I still felt the fear coiling around my ankles and threatening to throw me down the ferris wheel.
“Yeah,” I nodded, already resuming climbing. I had to keep going; I had to get to that better view, but a few feet up. I can already see Tobias’ eyes scanning the area.
“Tris, this is high enough.” His voice was commanding, but also desperate. Taking a few steps up, I laughed.
“You’re scared of heights.” I turned around, half expecting Four to be plummeting to the ground.
“And you’re scared of nothing, I bet,” he offered, continuing climbing. After a few minutes, I took a rest and sat on the metal bars.
“I think this is high enough - I saw the flag.” Four sat next to me, moved his hands towards mine. For a second, I’m scared to blink. When I blink, it might be over. His face moves closer to mine to the point where I can feel his warm breath in my ear, over powering the whistling wind.
“I’m going to make a bet that you think I must be here to protect you. When I see you, my first instinct is to never let go because you’re a Stiff, am I right?” You aren’t wrong, I begin to think. My mouth opens to say it, but Four’s finger presses against my lip.
“You’re wrong. I always think about the what ifs and how hard I would have to push to break you.” Four gently shoved my back as if threatening to send me plummeting down in the cool air.. “I try to stop it, but there’s something so interesting about you.”
“What is it?” I ask, eyes finally meeting his.
“Fear doesn’t shut you down. It wakes you up.” He gave a light laugh, allowing himself to finally look away. And I wish he hadn’t, because he just left me alone with all my thoughts and questions now unanswered. And I can’t help but wonder if they ever will be answered, or if this would be the last I ever heard about this conversation.
Tobias’ Recount
I hadn’t been ready or expecting to climb the ferris wheel, but when Tris did I knew I had to. It wasn’t because I couldn’t let a Stiff beat me. The thought of protecting her hadn’t even crossed my mind yet. At this point, it was simply to see just how far she would go. My first thought had been “Would she jump?” but I quickly shook my head. If I hadn’t been terrified out of my wits, I may have chuckled in thinking how Eric doubted my team - “So you’ll have someone to blame it on when you lose.”
“You don’t have to follow me up,” Tris replied, staring down at me with disgust and curiosity.
“I’m aware,” I answered, grabbing onto a handlebar. I closed my eyes, feeling the wind shove against my shoulder. Even with the cold wind, I could still feel the sweat dripping down off of my forehead. My hands immediately began sweating. I couldn’t see how I would be able to hold on.
For a while, we kept climbing. None of us dared to exchange a word. At some point, a metal rod underneath one of Tris’ feet slip. Before I could think about what I was doing, my hands reached out to catch her. Her body was warm, as if the cold weather was bouncing right off of her. Or maybe it was simply love. I glanced around to make sure nobody saw me do that. I couldn’t let anyone get the wrong ideas about us.
“Are you okay?” I asked, letting go of her body in a rush. Tris’ reply was muffled, but it sounded like a yes. I had seen the metal rod break; that could happen to anyone. If it happened to me, there would be nobody left to catch me. “We can stop here.”
“A little bit higher!” Tris called back, this time louder. Her head swung around to give me a look, realization soon hitting her face. “Oh, so you’re scared of heights, huh?” She asked in a singsongy voice, a giggle escaped her mouth.
“Everyone’s scared of something.” I fought back every resistance to snap back an answer, but instead fighting to keep my voice even. Tris rolled her eyes before returning back to her climbing, but it looked less labored.
After awhile, her feet stop moving. The methodical beats of our steps ceased; we were left with simply the sound of the wind. Her eyes scanned the outdoors for a second, but she rested on one of the bars. My first thought had been to pretend to shove her off, but I tried to fight the idea and instead chose to sit next to her.
“Let me guess. You think that when I see you, my first thought is to protect you at any cost. I can’t ever leave you, or even touch you too hard or you’ll break.” Tris’ mouth began to open, but I moved my finger to her lips to shush her.
“Sh. you’re wrong. When I see you, my first thoughts are to shove you. Try my very best to break you.” I pause for a second, watching the thoughts form on her face. I couldn’t tell if she was ready to listen or ready to kill me. “I don’t care if you’re a Stiff or not, you’re brave. You belong to Dauntless. There’s something really interesting about you. Fear doesn’t shut you down, it wakes you up.” And I love seeing her alive. I could tell she wanted to say anything, but instead she points to the flag.
“It’s there. We need to go back down.”
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Part 3
high school AU, crack fic, enemies to lovers
Donald Trump walked through the hallway, aviator glasses pulled up to his nose. It had taken him so long to get ready for school, it was really hard for him to decide whether to wear his aviator sunglasses or not, but He couldn’t be late to AP US government class, Miss Kamala wouldn’t be happy with him, But neither would Joe Biden. Donald Trump was supposed to debate Joe Biden to see who should become the vice Principal of the school for the rest of their lives, because Amy Barrett decided that she needed help, Donald Trump really wanted to take her open vice president spot, he was very excited that he finally had the opportunity to work with Amy Barrett!!
He slung his backpack over is shoulder, opening the door to his class, Joe Biden immediately gleered at Donald Trump, “Omg! Donald Trump! Your Aviator sunglasses? They look like poop on you!! I can’t wait to beat you in the vice president election. Oh and I forgot to ask, do you want cheetohs! I love eating cheetohs!”
Inside, Donald Trump wanted to cry, he reached out his hand to slap Joe Biden’s face, immediately putting his hand down upon realizing that slapping people was neve the right answer, he was supposed to explain to the bully how he or she had hurt his feelings!
“Joe Biden, you really hurt my feelings by asking me if I wanted cheetohs and saying that my aviator sunglasses looked like poop on me, they took me a really long time to put on, could you please not say that again! It really hurts my feelings because I’m not like other boys and that makes me sad, can you also try to be so much more inclusive to me?” Joe Biden sniffed back a tear that eventually turned to two and then finally three and four beore they all started tumbling down his face in a tornado, Joe Biden started crying on Donald Trump’s shoulder.
“I’m So sorry i Hurt your feelings, I was just feeling a little bit too competitive, could you ever forgive me. I’ll even let you be the vice president of the school if it makes you feel better, I would love to do anything to make up for everything I did to hurt you and I hope you know I’ll never do it again.”
As Donald Trump looked at Joe Biden again, Donald Trump didn’t see the hatred he had always seen before, instead he felt something tingly in his stomach. He didn’t know what it felt like, but it didn’t feel normal. It almost felt like he LIKED Joe Biden?? But that couldn’t be possible. It certainly couldn’t… but it could explain the rude things he said about girls that he definitely shouldn’t have said.
“Ok, tank you so much!” Donald Trump replied with a smile, shaking Joe Bidens hand, giving him a wink and a nudge. “Do you want to play Truth or dare after school today?? I have the best ideas ever!!” Joe Biden jumped with excitement, it was so hard to tell what he was thinking.. But it was almost like he HAD the uwu expression going on in his brain, Donald Trump hoped so desperately. He could almost imagine Joe Biden as a furry.
“Of course i would!!” Joe Biden shouted, right before the bell rang. When it rang they all took their seats, waiting for Miss Kamala Harris to give her lecture. They would have to take notes to pass the tests later that year, it was very important that they learned about the US government like the judicial branch.
After high school ended for the day, Joe Biden and Donald Trump met up at a river hole in the woods.
“Sooooooo… Joe Biden, Truth or Dare!” Donald Trump asked with a curious expression on his face. Joe Biden thought for a few seconds.
“I’ll pick truth.” He said, playing his super large forehead like a drum. He beat it in nervousness as he waited for Donald Trump’s question.
“Do you like me!?” He asked.
“Of course i Do!” Joe Biden shouted, holding a ring in his hand. Donald Trump turned more orange than the cheetoh puffs he was offered earlier.
“Omg, samesies!!” Donald Trump cried.
“Will you marry me!” Joe Biden cried, reaching to give Donald Trump a hug.
“Yes!!!!!!!!!”
Part 4
“Welcome to the 16 Annual SWC Games,” Birdi said with a regal bow to the audience before turning around to face 94 question marks on the screen above her. “Through the next few weeks, 94 lucky contestants will go through blood, sweat, and tears for the spot of Leader in our camp. Only 15 will be chosen. Winning will bring pride and honor, but losing will be a sacrifice. Best of luck to everyone. Remember the 10:30 curfew, and I am off to bed.” She stepped away from the podium, television flickering off.
As the television turned off, people all around Writing City were left open-mouthed. They were consciously aware of what happened to some of the contestants last year, as for previous years, but everyone knew they had to get to be one of the 94. After that, 15. Then they had to be the final remaining contestant. They had to bring honor.
Some of them (namely a few other lazy people) were aware that they couldn’t do it. There only goals were to not get chosen, not get chosen. Please don’t let some of them get chosen, because if they were to get chosen they knew that they had no hope at not being a failure. It was a very sad future, so they were simply praying that they wouldn’t be picked.There was no age limit to be forced to compete. It was all pure luck. Others were trapped in a room with just announcements from the Birdi and Robin Dictatorship, having failed in previous sessions. It was dark and scary, although everyone from previous sessions were there.. And since only a few people didn’t succeed, it was a very sad future of them all being together. It was a party in Failure.
Moonlit went to sleep, fidgeting out of nerves. She had to do this; she could do this. There was nothing holding her back. With a smile, she went to sleep that night. Because either way, she had secured herself a spot in the competition.
The next morning, bright and early, guards pounded on Moonlit’s door. “We’ve come to request a Moonlit for the SWC Games. Please follow us.”
Hurriedly grabbing her pencil with a smirk, Moonlit followed the guards out the door. It was time. She was ready.
Once all the competitors arrived, the television flashed back on.
“Tomorrow marks the start of the 16 Annual SWC Games. Good luck, everyone! Don’t be failures, and keep your sleep schedule good.”
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Part 1
Coriolanus Snow
Series continuing or ending?
Ending
Pronouns
He/Him
Sexuality
Straight
Species
Human
Strengths
Knows how to hide emotions
Knows what to say at the right times
Social skills
Can generally think about the consequences of his actions
Determination
Plans ahead
Passionate
Weaknesses
He cares about himself
Can be impulsive
Can and will betray friends to land on top
Poor (in the Capitol, a severe disadvantage)
Gets manipulated easily
General view on life
Hateful
Tendencies
“Fake it ‘til you make it”
Push other people down in order to get higher
Manipulate to get his way
Aims to please people in power or his closest friends
Takes revenge
Situations
Loss of Friend
In this scenario, he would probably be distant and only willing to talk to his cousin.He would push away all sympathy and his main goal would be bouncing back to figure out his next move. He would try to channel all pain to anger and determination as a reason to keep going and trying. It would end up with him trying to ignore the whole scenario or trying so hard to block it out that he loses control of himself
Romantic Struggles
Coriolanus would refuse to let go and keep going until he was forced to stop. When he finally realized it was over, he would do anything possible to seek revenge. The relationship would end after he ended it and he wouldn’t stop it until he wanted to or realized there was nothing else left in it for him. He doesn’t handle fights well; he lays all the blame on the other person mentally although tries to defuse the situation. When it comes to unhealthiness, he will refuse to admit that he’s being unhealthy or clingy.
Helping Others:
He would only help others if he really liked them or it would benefit himself. In the books, his character arcs were low. While he would feel bad for the other person, he would realize that it would help them get above him.
Coriolanus Snow sat straight up, eyes trailing around his house. In another room, Tigris and Grandma’am must still be sleeping. Perhaps a maid could be coming to their room now to draw their curtains to bid them a good morning. However, their fairings didn’t matter to him right now. With a quick exhale in, Coriolanus stands up. For just a second, he allows himself to feel the luxurious carpet underneath his toes and thinks about the pain it took to get to the spot where he was now. The Hunger Games; Lucy Gray Baird. How foolish he had been to put all his love into the one schoolgirl, but it didn’t matter now. He was living in luxury, President of Panem. Gem of Panem, Mighty City. Lucy Gray Baird must not be now. Coriolanus was doing everything in his control to make sure she wasn’t. Today he would finalize all of that.
However, with the 20th Annual Hunger Games underway, it was time to meet Lucy Gray Baird once more. Ten years was just long enough for him to get over his childhood love and finally do a take two to make sure she was gone for good. Coriolanus looked into his closet, now deep, remembering the 10th Annual when he had to make his father’s old shirt do. He had phrased every statement and comment as if he had a deep closet. Coriolanus hadn’t then, but now it had to be deeper than anyone else’s.
For the day, he chose something stylish and respectable. Velvet to show superiority; proof that he wouldn’t be put back down at Lucy Gray’s level, or just above it as he had been ten years prior. After donning his clothes and giving a quick wink to a few of the maids, Coriolanus opened the door and left his facility.
The train ride to District 12 was smooth and quick. As the doors slid open, a slight smirk filled the President’s face. He was still in power. Besides Lucy Gray, nobody else knew of this visit. As far as the Capitol and Districts were concerned, he was sick in bed with the flu. On the way to the woods, he put his fingers in his mouth and let out a simple four note mockingjay call. It was the same one Lucy Gray knew. If she was here, she was sure to hear it.
He waited a second, then a minute, perhaps five before he heard a hesitant response. Corioulanus continued stepping over tree branches and various debrees.
When he first saw her brown waves, Coriolanus wasn’t prepared. He had expected to go in there and end it all; end the pain. End all the bad memories. He still hadn’t been able to get her haunting voice out of his head. Even though it had been ten years, Coriolanus couldn’t help but still wonder what he could have done differently. What he should have done. The white rose he had in his hand quivered slightly. She wasn’t pretty, nor beautiful. She was now radiant.
“My, you’ve grown up quite a bit since the last time I saw you,” he said with a small, polite nod. It’s her fault; her fault you went through all the pain. She tried to kill you. It isn’t even yet. He gave Grandma’am’s white rose to Lucy Gray after giving it a kiss, a formidable smile playing on his face. “It’s quite a shame you couldn’t inherit everything a Victor should get. I think the house would suit you fine..” After a short pause, Coriolanus looked back at the girl. “Could you sing me a song? It would be nice to hear your lovely voice one last time. Unless, of course, you plan on seeing me often after this.”
“Certainly, if you’re asking me to belong to you,” Lucy Gray replies cooly,fingering a snake. “But I can’t sing. You aren’t showing up with dinner, and last time I recalled you weren’t a friend.”
Coriolanus let out a chuckle. “I kept you alive. Is that not friend enough?”
“Then tried to kill me.”
He nodded, fingering his pocket knife. “After-” he brought it up. She was radiant, but nothing about her changed. She was still the same Lucy Gray she always was. If she could go back in time, there was no way she wouldn’t have tried to kill Coriolanus. “You tried to kill me.” He moved his hand next to Lucy Gray’s, holding her hand as he stuck his knife into her thin body. Her wide eyes sparkled and went from dull to duller.
“Snow always lands on top.”
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Part 2
El
El generally talks quietly using as few words as possible, partly because of her trauma from being 011. At first, she’s extremely honest and will point out things she sees is wrong with her friends - not directly, but if she’s lied to and she knows it she’ll go “friends don’t lie.” As her character develops and she meets more people, El begins to speak more and tries to hide her real opinions to and from others. Her style can annoy some people, but she’s aggressive in her actions more than her words. She loses her temper occasionally and will verbally murder you if she’s mad at you
Katniss
Katniss is stubborn and a rebel both when it comes to talking and her actions (even indirectly.) If she sees something is wrong, she’ll point it out immediately and try to fix it. She gets sarcastic and self deprecative easily. If you wrong her, she would probably cut you out of her life or destroy something you value. Even with all of these, she’s loyal and can and will shut her mouth to protect her loved ones, sacrificing everything for them. Katniss will talk sarcastically never-ceasingly and occasionally cracks jokes. She can be good with younger kids, especially if they remind her of Prim
Tris
Tris is determined, powerful, and strong. While she isn’t intentionally rebellious, she puts her goals and aspirations first and works towards them. Tris uses a medium amount of words; while she doesn’t excessively talk, she definitely isn’t scared to speak up for her or someone else. She’s loyal and will say or do anything to protect her loved ones, even if she hasn’t known them for very long. At times, she can be oblivious to some scenarios. She is selfless and self depricative and uses these things in her everyday speech even without knowing it. She is very sarcastic sometimes without even realizing it
Tobias
Tobias is wise, cool-headed, and powerful. He speaks what is on his mind and is a fabulous liar when it comes down to it. If Tobias realizes something is wrong, he will be the first to point it out and try to correct it.. In his way. It’s easy for him to think of the consequences of his actions or words well before he says them, so he’s often quite good at holding his tongue. He is passionate and loyal, and afraid to show weaknesses, which does effect his speaking style. He has trauma from his dad that he tries not to show to anyone.
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Tris’ Recount
I had no option there; I had to keep climbing. My footsteps clang against the only few metal rods separating us from life on earth to death, echoing through the eerie night. Every now and then I would turn back down to Four to watch him climb, somewhat curious as to why he was so much slower. The look on his expression was terror, but I knew that this couldn’t be something he was scared of. Lost in my thoughts, my left foot slipped. I tried to scream, but no sound would exit my body. Still holding on, I opened my eyes. I wasn’t falling back down to the ground stories below; I must have been dead. There was no alternative.
“Are you okay?” Four called up, his own voice Stiff. I nodded my head; there was no alternative. I couldn’t say no, but I still felt the fear coiling around my ankles and threatening to throw me down the ferris wheel.
“Yeah,” I nodded, already resuming climbing. I had to keep going; I had to get to that better view, but a few feet up. I can already see Tobias’ eyes scanning the area.
“Tris, this is high enough.” His voice was commanding, but also desperate. Taking a few steps up, I laughed.
“You’re scared of heights.” I turned around, half expecting Four to be plummeting to the ground.
“And you’re scared of nothing, I bet,” he offered, continuing climbing. After a few minutes, I took a rest and sat on the metal bars.
“I think this is high enough - I saw the flag.” Four sat next to me, moved his hands towards mine. For a second, I’m scared to blink. When I blink, it might be over. His face moves closer to mine to the point where I can feel his warm breath in my ear, over powering the whistling wind.
“I’m going to make a bet that you think I must be here to protect you. When I see you, my first instinct is to never let go because you’re a Stiff, am I right?” You aren’t wrong, I begin to think. My mouth opens to say it, but Four’s finger presses against my lip.
“You’re wrong. I always think about the what ifs and how hard I would have to push to break you.” Four gently shoved my back as if threatening to send me plummeting down in the cool air.. “I try to stop it, but there’s something so interesting about you.”
“What is it?” I ask, eyes finally meeting his.
“Fear doesn’t shut you down. It wakes you up.” He gave a light laugh, allowing himself to finally look away. And I wish he hadn’t, because he just left me alone with all my thoughts and questions now unanswered. And I can’t help but wonder if they ever will be answered, or if this would be the last I ever heard about this conversation.
Tobias’ Recount
I hadn’t been ready or expecting to climb the ferris wheel, but when Tris did I knew I had to. It wasn’t because I couldn’t let a Stiff beat me. The thought of protecting her hadn’t even crossed my mind yet. At this point, it was simply to see just how far she would go. My first thought had been “Would she jump?” but I quickly shook my head. If I hadn’t been terrified out of my wits, I may have chuckled in thinking how Eric doubted my team - “So you’ll have someone to blame it on when you lose.”
“You don’t have to follow me up,” Tris replied, staring down at me with disgust and curiosity.
“I’m aware,” I answered, grabbing onto a handlebar. I closed my eyes, feeling the wind shove against my shoulder. Even with the cold wind, I could still feel the sweat dripping down off of my forehead. My hands immediately began sweating. I couldn’t see how I would be able to hold on.
For a while, we kept climbing. None of us dared to exchange a word. At some point, a metal rod underneath one of Tris’ feet slip. Before I could think about what I was doing, my hands reached out to catch her. Her body was warm, as if the cold weather was bouncing right off of her. Or maybe it was simply love. I glanced around to make sure nobody saw me do that. I couldn’t let anyone get the wrong ideas about us.
“Are you okay?” I asked, letting go of her body in a rush. Tris’ reply was muffled, but it sounded like a yes. I had seen the metal rod break; that could happen to anyone. If it happened to me, there would be nobody left to catch me. “We can stop here.”
“A little bit higher!” Tris called back, this time louder. Her head swung around to give me a look, realization soon hitting her face. “Oh, so you’re scared of heights, huh?” She asked in a singsongy voice, a giggle escaped her mouth.
“Everyone’s scared of something.” I fought back every resistance to snap back an answer, but instead fighting to keep my voice even. Tris rolled her eyes before returning back to her climbing, but it looked less labored.
After awhile, her feet stop moving. The methodical beats of our steps ceased; we were left with simply the sound of the wind. Her eyes scanned the outdoors for a second, but she rested on one of the bars. My first thought had been to pretend to shove her off, but I tried to fight the idea and instead chose to sit next to her.
“Let me guess. You think that when I see you, my first thought is to protect you at any cost. I can’t ever leave you, or even touch you too hard or you’ll break.” Tris’ mouth began to open, but I moved my finger to her lips to shush her.
“Sh. you’re wrong. When I see you, my first thoughts are to shove you. Try my very best to break you.” I pause for a second, watching the thoughts form on her face. I couldn’t tell if she was ready to listen or ready to kill me. “I don’t care if you’re a Stiff or not, you’re brave. You belong to Dauntless. There’s something really interesting about you. Fear doesn’t shut you down, it wakes you up.” And I love seeing her alive. I could tell she wanted to say anything, but instead she points to the flag.
“It’s there. We need to go back down.”
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Part 3
high school AU, crack fic, enemies to lovers
Donald Trump walked through the hallway, aviator glasses pulled up to his nose. It had taken him so long to get ready for school, it was really hard for him to decide whether to wear his aviator sunglasses or not, but He couldn’t be late to AP US government class, Miss Kamala wouldn’t be happy with him, But neither would Joe Biden. Donald Trump was supposed to debate Joe Biden to see who should become the vice Principal of the school for the rest of their lives, because Amy Barrett decided that she needed help, Donald Trump really wanted to take her open vice president spot, he was very excited that he finally had the opportunity to work with Amy Barrett!!
He slung his backpack over is shoulder, opening the door to his class, Joe Biden immediately gleered at Donald Trump, “Omg! Donald Trump! Your Aviator sunglasses? They look like poop on you!! I can’t wait to beat you in the vice president election. Oh and I forgot to ask, do you want cheetohs! I love eating cheetohs!”
Inside, Donald Trump wanted to cry, he reached out his hand to slap Joe Biden’s face, immediately putting his hand down upon realizing that slapping people was neve the right answer, he was supposed to explain to the bully how he or she had hurt his feelings!
“Joe Biden, you really hurt my feelings by asking me if I wanted cheetohs and saying that my aviator sunglasses looked like poop on me, they took me a really long time to put on, could you please not say that again! It really hurts my feelings because I’m not like other boys and that makes me sad, can you also try to be so much more inclusive to me?” Joe Biden sniffed back a tear that eventually turned to two and then finally three and four beore they all started tumbling down his face in a tornado, Joe Biden started crying on Donald Trump’s shoulder.
“I’m So sorry i Hurt your feelings, I was just feeling a little bit too competitive, could you ever forgive me. I’ll even let you be the vice president of the school if it makes you feel better, I would love to do anything to make up for everything I did to hurt you and I hope you know I’ll never do it again.”
As Donald Trump looked at Joe Biden again, Donald Trump didn’t see the hatred he had always seen before, instead he felt something tingly in his stomach. He didn’t know what it felt like, but it didn’t feel normal. It almost felt like he LIKED Joe Biden?? But that couldn’t be possible. It certainly couldn’t… but it could explain the rude things he said about girls that he definitely shouldn’t have said.
“Ok, tank you so much!” Donald Trump replied with a smile, shaking Joe Bidens hand, giving him a wink and a nudge. “Do you want to play Truth or dare after school today?? I have the best ideas ever!!” Joe Biden jumped with excitement, it was so hard to tell what he was thinking.. But it was almost like he HAD the uwu expression going on in his brain, Donald Trump hoped so desperately. He could almost imagine Joe Biden as a furry.
“Of course i would!!” Joe Biden shouted, right before the bell rang. When it rang they all took their seats, waiting for Miss Kamala Harris to give her lecture. They would have to take notes to pass the tests later that year, it was very important that they learned about the US government like the judicial branch.
After high school ended for the day, Joe Biden and Donald Trump met up at a river hole in the woods.
“Sooooooo… Joe Biden, Truth or Dare!” Donald Trump asked with a curious expression on his face. Joe Biden thought for a few seconds.
“I’ll pick truth.” He said, playing his super large forehead like a drum. He beat it in nervousness as he waited for Donald Trump’s question.
“Do you like me!?” He asked.
“Of course i Do!” Joe Biden shouted, holding a ring in his hand. Donald Trump turned more orange than the cheetoh puffs he was offered earlier.
“Omg, samesies!!” Donald Trump cried.
“Will you marry me!” Joe Biden cried, reaching to give Donald Trump a hug.
“Yes!!!!!!!!!”
Part 4
“Welcome to the 16 Annual SWC Games,” Birdi said with a regal bow to the audience before turning around to face 94 question marks on the screen above her. “Through the next few weeks, 94 lucky contestants will go through blood, sweat, and tears for the spot of Leader in our camp. Only 15 will be chosen. Winning will bring pride and honor, but losing will be a sacrifice. Best of luck to everyone. Remember the 10:30 curfew, and I am off to bed.” She stepped away from the podium, television flickering off.
As the television turned off, people all around Writing City were left open-mouthed. They were consciously aware of what happened to some of the contestants last year, as for previous years, but everyone knew they had to get to be one of the 94. After that, 15. Then they had to be the final remaining contestant. They had to bring honor.
Some of them (namely a few other lazy people) were aware that they couldn’t do it. There only goals were to not get chosen, not get chosen. Please don’t let some of them get chosen, because if they were to get chosen they knew that they had no hope at not being a failure. It was a very sad future, so they were simply praying that they wouldn’t be picked.There was no age limit to be forced to compete. It was all pure luck. Others were trapped in a room with just announcements from the Birdi and Robin Dictatorship, having failed in previous sessions. It was dark and scary, although everyone from previous sessions were there.. And since only a few people didn’t succeed, it was a very sad future of them all being together. It was a party in Failure.
Moonlit went to sleep, fidgeting out of nerves. She had to do this; she could do this. There was nothing holding her back. With a smile, she went to sleep that night. Because either way, she had secured herself a spot in the competition.
The next morning, bright and early, guards pounded on Moonlit’s door. “We’ve come to request a Moonlit for the SWC Games. Please follow us.”
Hurriedly grabbing her pencil with a smirk, Moonlit followed the guards out the door. It was time. She was ready.
Once all the competitors arrived, the television flashed back on.
“Tomorrow marks the start of the 16 Annual SWC Games. Good luck, everyone! Don’t be failures, and keep your sleep schedule good.”
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1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
Informative:
Russia prides themselves for their figure skaters to the point where this year, the whole world was expecting Russia - more specifically Team Tutzberidze - to sweep the Olympic podium in female singles figure skating. Team Tutberidze’s three olympians; Kamila Valieva, Alexandra Trusova, and Anna Scherbakova were anticipated to rank in that order. However, the whole world was shocked when Russia fell short. It’s likely that Russia may have done better if they hadn’t been caught in the middle of a doping scandal with the highly-pressured, fifteen year old Kamila Valieva. After being caught, Kamila Valieva fell short of the podium, forfeiting first to Anna Scherbakova, second to Alexandra Trusova, and third to Japanese skater Kaori Sakamato. While many fans have different theories as to why Kamila Valieva didn’t get first place, it is likely to do with the fact that even if she had placed the medal ceremony would have been canceled. She ended up with fourth place. Because Kamila Valieva is only fifteen, being a fourth place medalist would seem like a big deal. However, these Olympics will likely be her last due to the “Eteri Expiration Date,” which is what many fans call the year Team Tutberidze’s girls retire - or expire - which is 17. Because Eteri Tutberidze coaches in a cruel way that values low weight and intense workouts, many of the girls’ bodies can’t handle it once they reach a certain age, forcing them to quit.
Alexandra Trusova had totally different problems than Kamila Valieva and Anna Scherbakova. Her whole life, everyone has been telling her that as soon as she reaches the eligible age to compete in the Olympics (senior), she will win every competition. If she just reaches a few more quads, perhaps, she would be able to win. With her eyes set on the gold, she fought hard. At the time of the Olympics, Alexandra Trusova was 17.. Just what many call the “Eteri Expiration Date.” However, she still continued to fight for the gold medal. At the end, she lost to her best friend Anna Scherbakova. This spiraled into a dramatic break down when she received silver. She threatened to quit skating and asks why she isn’t good enough. She knows that she likely blew her first and final chance for the gold.
It would seem that Anna Scherbakova would have had completely different problems than either of her friends - Kamila Valieva and Alexandra Trusova. She had been set up for failure and wasn’t expecting gold, and she wasn’t part of a doping scandal as Kamila Valieva had. In terms of Russian figure skating, she was quite boring. However, the road to get to the Olympics were difficult. Unlike Alexandra Trusova, Anna Scherbakova’s specialty is artistry. She doens’t have all the quads that Alexandra does.. Far from it. Before the Olympics started, she was asked why she should qualify for the Olympics without any triple-C elements. This shocked all three girls. When Anna Scherbakova was crowned champion, Eteri Tutberidze declared that she wasn’t happy with the final outcomes because she wanted Kamila Valieva to win. While this alone must have been devastating for the 18 year old skater, it did not help that her best friend was Alexandra Trusova. It was difficult for her to continue celebrating when her friend was upset. The only person who really got a fair and fun Olympic ceremony was Kaori Sakamato, who hadn’t been anticipating to get on the podium and was belated because of this.
The whole medal ceremony was a wreck. Kamila Valieva was sobbing because she had the weight of the world on her shoulders to complete the routine. She knew that whatever happened, she would lose. If she won, she would be ripped from the titles and glory because of the doping scandal. If she lost, she lost. She ended up loosing and was devastated. Alexandra Trusova was devastated because second place wasn’t good enough, even if her beset friend was the person who got first. She was crying and screaming because it wasn’t what she wanted. Why did she not win when she had quads? It made no sense to the young skater. Nobody was celebrating with the Olympic champion because of the mess from her fellow skaters.
When skaters are this worked up about the Olympics, something needs to change and the coaching methods used needs to be looked into. It is a well known fact that Eteri Tutberidze doesn’t take care of her childrens’ bodies - in her eyes, they are disposable. Her training often provokes eating disorders as she barely allows her champions to eat and forces their bodies to fall apart at a young age. Figure skating is supposed to be a fun yet competitive sport. Sometimes, people take it too far and it looses its fun and desire. When things like this happen, it should be a wake up call to the world that the sport needs to be looked in to.
Opinions:
In my heart, figure skating is and always will be a place for self expression. While competitions and shows are a major part of what makes figure skating a sport, it’s crucial that no matter how competitive we get, we always go back to what we always loved.. Being on the ice. It’s easy to get lost in the competition, or want to be the very best. It’s easy to allow your brain and goals to get carried away. Whether it’s your coach pushing you to think in a more competitive way or it’s yourself, it’s important to take a few minutes every now and then to think about why you love the sport.
For some, it may be the medals and competition. For others it could be the artistry and expression. For others it’s the ability to fall countless times but always get back up and never stop going. No matter what it is for someone, there’s still a final thing to keep in mind.. Figure skating shouldn’t be deadly. Many coaches love to expand on the idea that you can’t start too late. While you may never get to the Olmpics when you start at age 13, it can still be a fun hobby. Even while saying this, we still overwork and over pressure our younger skaters. Many of them can grow up overstretching, constantly getting injured, or developing eating disorders because they “aren’t skinny enough.”
Most people will never get to the Olympics. A lot of people will never land their double axels, certainly not triple axels. It’s damaging to treat our children and youth as objects. We should not tell them that they could be better if they could just.. Fill in the blank. While it’s important to be encouraging, you have to take it to a fine line. You can not tell people that they will succeed if they can do.. Fill in the blanks. Alexandra Trusova was told that from a young age and upwards and still didn’t succeed. This is because figure skating is a subjective sport. It’s too easy to manipulate points. No matter what, you can always lose your victory.. It’s never secured. Kamila Valieva was favored to win gold at the Olympics. Instead, she didn’t come on the podium. Do not get your skaters’ hopes up for no reason. While your skater could be good, there will always be a six year old better than him or her. It’s time to simply embrace that; accept it because it’s most certainly true.
Another thing that is very crucial in this cutthroat sport is the fact that jumps are way better than spins. Jumps give you the feeling of flying while spins keep you fully on the ground (except for flying spins, but those are a different breed believe it or not.) Toe jumps are much better than edge jumps (looking at you sal) and any jump that started with the letter ‘l’ is among the worst jumps (looking at you LOOP but LUTZ is kind of growing on me) while every jump that starts with the letter ‘f’ is gorgeous and beautiful (looking at you FLIP) Because I happen to be better at jumps than spins, I declare that jumps are better than spins. In spins, you have to do a lot of things to keep yourself in check. When you’re not in a spin and are doing jumps, you no longer have to do that so they are therefore much better. However, this is an example of what not to tell your child. It’s crucial that you don’t bring them down, you should always strive to bring them up. Never “yuck their yum” as some may boldly say (really just a fancy name and fancy way of saying let someone like what they like’ because theres no point in bringing other people down that way. It’s just mean and uncalled for, believe it or not, and it’s not very nice to be mean believe it or not… I’m sure you can’t believe it am I right or am I right)
Anyway, I challenge you to take five minutes at the beginning of every figure skating session to think about WHY you like ice skating. Listen to your blades’ grip on the ice, do what you truly love doing and don’t pay attention to anyone who disagrees with them (unless you enjoy the salchow. Then we have a few issues.) Stretch your splits shamelessly in center ice, especially if you aren’t close to them in the slightest. Do your best to have fun - and please, please, please, I am begging you with every thing that happens to be in my heart. Please do not listen to certain specific coaches and develop eating disorders. If you do, please talk to your parents and switch coaches.
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My school is stressful and my parents barred me from SWC
What should I do? - Ilishaqueen
Hey, llishaqueen! Thanks for asking. School can definitely be very stressful sometimes.. And, I’ll admit, sometimes we don’t always understand why our parents do specific things or make specific regulations. “Why can’t I eat 30 cookies? I don’t understand why!” Either way, you’re going to want to listen to them. Try to figure out their main concern; is it because of school? Are you slipping up on your grades? Perhaps it’s the online safety - I know that was a big one for my parents! Whatever it is, you need to convince them that you can do it and manage your life or stay safe while doing it. In a few months or sessions, you can always ask your parents again!
I want to get rid of procrastination and start the weekly, what should I do? - Avacac12078
Hey there! Speaking from a Professional Procrastination (as it is 11:38 the night before the weekly is due and just started it tonight) you need to make sure your panic monkey goes off (Look up procrastination TED talk on YT.) You can do this by setting alarms and reminders WELL before the weekly is due.. You never want to set your reminder right beforehand because then your panic monkey will go off too late.Another technique I love using is giving myself incentive to work. Figure out what makes you go! Is it positive reinforcement or negative reinforcement? For me, I always get more motivated to work when I have a threat hanging about my head. If this is you, you can always ask a friend to threaten you to do your weekly. If you ask your leader, they would also probably be happy to.
I think my cat is plotting to kill me. What do I do - smalltoe
Hey there! First of all, this probably shouldn’t be this concerning.. This is a cat’s nature, after all. They were born to kill. Either way, if you don’t feel like training your cat not to want to kill you and all that jazz, you need to stock up on toilet paper. After you have done this, it is CRUCIAL that you berate your cat in the middle of the night with toilet paper. Your cat might not be very happy with you, but hey.. At least you got your cat to think twice about plotting to kill you again.
My neighbor doesn’t like mangoes. What should I do? - i_like_kotlc
Frankly, this will probably be a rather unpopular opinion, but I don’t think you should do anything about it. It’s your neighbors opinion; the whole world doesn’t need to like mangoes after all!! You can accept the fact that they’re wrong without forcing them to link mangoes.
I accidentally time traveled to 2016, what do I do?
You should live life to the fullest. 2016 was a very good, wholesome time. There was no Covid, and the world was much more peaceful from what I remember. If you’re still in 2016, wish my younger self hello and enjoy life without Covid. You’ll have another four years until 2020. Once you get to 2020, I recommend trying to build a time machine to try and get back. You never know what will and won’t work.. You don’t want to live through another covid now, do you?
Recipe
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Delicious chocolate chip cookies that will saitsfyi your taste buds for the next.. Hopefully long time.
2 cups flour
1 cup butter
½ cup regular sugar
½ cup brown sugar
1 egg
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 cup chocolate chips
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees fahrenheit.
In a small bowl, sift together the flour and baking powder. After doing so, give it a nice long whisk with a metal whisk.
In the bowl of a stand mixer, put the butter and sugar in and whisk on high for a few seconds. Combine the sides of the bowls together and whisk them on high again. Put in the egg and continue to stir well until it is stirred properly in your eyes.
Slowly add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients - make sure to turn your mixer DOWN before doing so to prevent a rather large mess.
Make balls with the dough that has been made and put them on cookie sheats. Your goal should be 12 cookies per sheet, however big you want to make them.
Put them in the oven for around 8 minutes. You may need to put them in for a few more minutes. Just remember that they will cook a littl ebit more once you take them out.
Enjoy!
Russia prides themselves for their figure skaters to the point where this year, the whole world was expecting Russia - more specifically Team Tutzberidze - to sweep the Olympic podium in female singles figure skating. Team Tutberidze’s three olympians; Kamila Valieva, Alexandra Trusova, and Anna Scherbakova were anticipated to rank in that order. However, the whole world was shocked when Russia fell short. It’s likely that Russia may have done better if they hadn’t been caught in the middle of a doping scandal with the highly-pressured, fifteen year old Kamila Valieva. After being caught, Kamila Valieva fell short of the podium, forfeiting first to Anna Scherbakova, second to Alexandra Trusova, and third to Japanese skater Kaori Sakamato. While many fans have different theories as to why Kamila Valieva didn’t get first place, it is likely to do with the fact that even if she had placed the medal ceremony would have been canceled. She ended up with fourth place. Because Kamila Valieva is only fifteen, being a fourth place medalist would seem like a big deal. However, these Olympics will likely be her last due to the “Eteri Expiration Date,” which is what many fans call the year Team Tutberidze’s girls retire - or expire - which is 17. Because Eteri Tutberidze coaches in a cruel way that values low weight and intense workouts, many of the girls’ bodies can’t handle it once they reach a certain age, forcing them to quit.
Alexandra Trusova had totally different problems than Kamila Valieva and Anna Scherbakova. Her whole life, everyone has been telling her that as soon as she reaches the eligible age to compete in the Olympics (senior), she will win every competition. If she just reaches a few more quads, perhaps, she would be able to win. With her eyes set on the gold, she fought hard. At the time of the Olympics, Alexandra Trusova was 17.. Just what many call the “Eteri Expiration Date.” However, she still continued to fight for the gold medal. At the end, she lost to her best friend Anna Scherbakova. This spiraled into a dramatic break down when she received silver. She threatened to quit skating and asks why she isn’t good enough. She knows that she likely blew her first and final chance for the gold.
It would seem that Anna Scherbakova would have had completely different problems than either of her friends - Kamila Valieva and Alexandra Trusova. She had been set up for failure and wasn’t expecting gold, and she wasn’t part of a doping scandal as Kamila Valieva had. In terms of Russian figure skating, she was quite boring. However, the road to get to the Olympics were difficult. Unlike Alexandra Trusova, Anna Scherbakova’s specialty is artistry. She doens’t have all the quads that Alexandra does.. Far from it. Before the Olympics started, she was asked why she should qualify for the Olympics without any triple-C elements. This shocked all three girls. When Anna Scherbakova was crowned champion, Eteri Tutberidze declared that she wasn’t happy with the final outcomes because she wanted Kamila Valieva to win. While this alone must have been devastating for the 18 year old skater, it did not help that her best friend was Alexandra Trusova. It was difficult for her to continue celebrating when her friend was upset. The only person who really got a fair and fun Olympic ceremony was Kaori Sakamato, who hadn’t been anticipating to get on the podium and was belated because of this.
The whole medal ceremony was a wreck. Kamila Valieva was sobbing because she had the weight of the world on her shoulders to complete the routine. She knew that whatever happened, she would lose. If she won, she would be ripped from the titles and glory because of the doping scandal. If she lost, she lost. She ended up loosing and was devastated. Alexandra Trusova was devastated because second place wasn’t good enough, even if her beset friend was the person who got first. She was crying and screaming because it wasn’t what she wanted. Why did she not win when she had quads? It made no sense to the young skater. Nobody was celebrating with the Olympic champion because of the mess from her fellow skaters.
When skaters are this worked up about the Olympics, something needs to change and the coaching methods used needs to be looked into. It is a well known fact that Eteri Tutberidze doesn’t take care of her childrens’ bodies - in her eyes, they are disposable. Her training often provokes eating disorders as she barely allows her champions to eat and forces their bodies to fall apart at a young age. Figure skating is supposed to be a fun yet competitive sport. Sometimes, people take it too far and it looses its fun and desire. When things like this happen, it should be a wake up call to the world that the sport needs to be looked in to.
Opinions:
In my heart, figure skating is and always will be a place for self expression. While competitions and shows are a major part of what makes figure skating a sport, it’s crucial that no matter how competitive we get, we always go back to what we always loved.. Being on the ice. It’s easy to get lost in the competition, or want to be the very best. It’s easy to allow your brain and goals to get carried away. Whether it’s your coach pushing you to think in a more competitive way or it’s yourself, it’s important to take a few minutes every now and then to think about why you love the sport.
For some, it may be the medals and competition. For others it could be the artistry and expression. For others it’s the ability to fall countless times but always get back up and never stop going. No matter what it is for someone, there’s still a final thing to keep in mind.. Figure skating shouldn’t be deadly. Many coaches love to expand on the idea that you can’t start too late. While you may never get to the Olmpics when you start at age 13, it can still be a fun hobby. Even while saying this, we still overwork and over pressure our younger skaters. Many of them can grow up overstretching, constantly getting injured, or developing eating disorders because they “aren’t skinny enough.”
Most people will never get to the Olympics. A lot of people will never land their double axels, certainly not triple axels. It’s damaging to treat our children and youth as objects. We should not tell them that they could be better if they could just.. Fill in the blank. While it’s important to be encouraging, you have to take it to a fine line. You can not tell people that they will succeed if they can do.. Fill in the blanks. Alexandra Trusova was told that from a young age and upwards and still didn’t succeed. This is because figure skating is a subjective sport. It’s too easy to manipulate points. No matter what, you can always lose your victory.. It’s never secured. Kamila Valieva was favored to win gold at the Olympics. Instead, she didn’t come on the podium. Do not get your skaters’ hopes up for no reason. While your skater could be good, there will always be a six year old better than him or her. It’s time to simply embrace that; accept it because it’s most certainly true.
Another thing that is very crucial in this cutthroat sport is the fact that jumps are way better than spins. Jumps give you the feeling of flying while spins keep you fully on the ground (except for flying spins, but those are a different breed believe it or not.) Toe jumps are much better than edge jumps (looking at you sal) and any jump that started with the letter ‘l’ is among the worst jumps (looking at you LOOP but LUTZ is kind of growing on me) while every jump that starts with the letter ‘f’ is gorgeous and beautiful (looking at you FLIP) Because I happen to be better at jumps than spins, I declare that jumps are better than spins. In spins, you have to do a lot of things to keep yourself in check. When you’re not in a spin and are doing jumps, you no longer have to do that so they are therefore much better. However, this is an example of what not to tell your child. It’s crucial that you don’t bring them down, you should always strive to bring them up. Never “yuck their yum” as some may boldly say (really just a fancy name and fancy way of saying let someone like what they like’ because theres no point in bringing other people down that way. It’s just mean and uncalled for, believe it or not, and it’s not very nice to be mean believe it or not… I’m sure you can’t believe it am I right or am I right)
Anyway, I challenge you to take five minutes at the beginning of every figure skating session to think about WHY you like ice skating. Listen to your blades’ grip on the ice, do what you truly love doing and don’t pay attention to anyone who disagrees with them (unless you enjoy the salchow. Then we have a few issues.) Stretch your splits shamelessly in center ice, especially if you aren’t close to them in the slightest. Do your best to have fun - and please, please, please, I am begging you with every thing that happens to be in my heart. Please do not listen to certain specific coaches and develop eating disorders. If you do, please talk to your parents and switch coaches.
Column
My school is stressful and my parents barred me from SWC

Hey, llishaqueen! Thanks for asking. School can definitely be very stressful sometimes.. And, I’ll admit, sometimes we don’t always understand why our parents do specific things or make specific regulations. “Why can’t I eat 30 cookies? I don’t understand why!” Either way, you’re going to want to listen to them. Try to figure out their main concern; is it because of school? Are you slipping up on your grades? Perhaps it’s the online safety - I know that was a big one for my parents! Whatever it is, you need to convince them that you can do it and manage your life or stay safe while doing it. In a few months or sessions, you can always ask your parents again!
I want to get rid of procrastination and start the weekly, what should I do? - Avacac12078
Hey there! Speaking from a Professional Procrastination (as it is 11:38 the night before the weekly is due and just started it tonight) you need to make sure your panic monkey goes off (Look up procrastination TED talk on YT.) You can do this by setting alarms and reminders WELL before the weekly is due.. You never want to set your reminder right beforehand because then your panic monkey will go off too late.Another technique I love using is giving myself incentive to work. Figure out what makes you go! Is it positive reinforcement or negative reinforcement? For me, I always get more motivated to work when I have a threat hanging about my head. If this is you, you can always ask a friend to threaten you to do your weekly. If you ask your leader, they would also probably be happy to.
I think my cat is plotting to kill me. What do I do - smalltoe
Hey there! First of all, this probably shouldn’t be this concerning.. This is a cat’s nature, after all. They were born to kill. Either way, if you don’t feel like training your cat not to want to kill you and all that jazz, you need to stock up on toilet paper. After you have done this, it is CRUCIAL that you berate your cat in the middle of the night with toilet paper. Your cat might not be very happy with you, but hey.. At least you got your cat to think twice about plotting to kill you again.
My neighbor doesn’t like mangoes. What should I do? - i_like_kotlc
Frankly, this will probably be a rather unpopular opinion, but I don’t think you should do anything about it. It’s your neighbors opinion; the whole world doesn’t need to like mangoes after all!! You can accept the fact that they’re wrong without forcing them to link mangoes.
I accidentally time traveled to 2016, what do I do?
You should live life to the fullest. 2016 was a very good, wholesome time. There was no Covid, and the world was much more peaceful from what I remember. If you’re still in 2016, wish my younger self hello and enjoy life without Covid. You’ll have another four years until 2020. Once you get to 2020, I recommend trying to build a time machine to try and get back. You never know what will and won’t work.. You don’t want to live through another covid now, do you?
Recipe
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Delicious chocolate chip cookies that will saitsfyi your taste buds for the next.. Hopefully long time.
2 cups flour
1 cup butter
½ cup regular sugar
½ cup brown sugar
1 egg
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 cup chocolate chips
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees fahrenheit.
In a small bowl, sift together the flour and baking powder. After doing so, give it a nice long whisk with a metal whisk.
In the bowl of a stand mixer, put the butter and sugar in and whisk on high for a few seconds. Combine the sides of the bowls together and whisk them on high again. Put in the egg and continue to stir well until it is stirred properly in your eyes.
Slowly add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients - make sure to turn your mixer DOWN before doing so to prevent a rather large mess.
Make balls with the dough that has been made and put them on cookie sheats. Your goal should be 12 cookies per sheet, however big you want to make them.
Put them in the oven for around 8 minutes. You may need to put them in for a few more minutes. Just remember that they will cook a littl ebit more once you take them out.
Enjoy!
- Mydoggiedaisy
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1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
daily
310
The television blinked back at me, glitching for a tenth of a second before showing myself. I looked younger; my face was still round and childish. A cocky smile played on my lips - I knew I was talented, I knew that day was just a show to secure my legacy. The audience's claps were a symphony in my ears, but they didn't know what it took to get there. The flip in my personality. To the crowd, I perservered. I escaped from the face of tragedy, depression. I turned my life around.
But I wasn't doing it for them, not the whole crowd. My eyes glazed over, eventually catching a glimpse of a young brown haired boy. His pale blue eyes watched me intently. His short and lanky body sat at the edge of his chair. For a second you could see my hesitation.. but only if you were watching. /Jayden./ The audience couldn't hear that secret.
I flashed the boy a smile, pleading myself to stay composed. It wasn't Jayden, I had made sure of that. And I would never see the day when that would change again.
My music began playing and I started my routine. All my emotions; all my everything was for the boy. Every stuck landing. Two feet on the mat. When the music finally stopped, I looked back up. After giving a grin in his direction I left the mat.. there would be time to meet him later. I already knew he would grow up to be the next best.
I listened to the announcer on the television. “That was Oliver Thomas. Notice the technique on the back tucks. This boy really flips.”
It had been that moment.
I knew that everything I had done was behind me.
I knew it would finally be flipped around.
I knew I had a new identity.
Flip.
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The television blinked back at me, glitching for a tenth of a second before showing myself. I looked younger; my face was still round and childish. A cocky smile played on my lips - I knew I was talented, I knew that day was just a show to secure my legacy. The audience's claps were a symphony in my ears, but they didn't know what it took to get there. The flip in my personality. To the crowd, I perservered. I escaped from the face of tragedy, depression. I turned my life around.
But I wasn't doing it for them, not the whole crowd. My eyes glazed over, eventually catching a glimpse of a young brown haired boy. His pale blue eyes watched me intently. His short and lanky body sat at the edge of his chair. For a second you could see my hesitation.. but only if you were watching. /Jayden./ The audience couldn't hear that secret.
I flashed the boy a smile, pleading myself to stay composed. It wasn't Jayden, I had made sure of that. And I would never see the day when that would change again.
My music began playing and I started my routine. All my emotions; all my everything was for the boy. Every stuck landing. Two feet on the mat. When the music finally stopped, I looked back up. After giving a grin in his direction I left the mat.. there would be time to meet him later. I already knew he would grow up to be the next best.
I listened to the announcer on the television. “That was Oliver Thomas. Notice the technique on the back tucks. This boy really flips.”
It had been that moment.
I knew that everything I had done was behind me.
I knew it would finally be flipped around.
I knew I had a new identity.
Flip.
- Mydoggiedaisy
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1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
vvv
look below
look below
Last edited by Mydoggiedaisy (July 21, 2022 22:46:30)
- Mydoggiedaisy
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1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
will
tw: heavy topic
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One, my hair is too straight.
It’s too thin, it doesn’t have weight
Two, my eyes are too dull.
Any emotion from them, I still can’t pull
Three, at the same time I’m too skinny and too fat.
I’m rude; I eat too much and too little and that makes me a brat
Four, I’m too short.
I will always be picked last for sport
Five, I’m ungrateful and rude.
Any chance of friends I have screwed
Six, I can’t make friends.
I make too many conflicts, but not enough amends
Seven, I’m constantly tempted to lie.
I never go through with my promise to die
Eight, my life is falling apart in a series of cascades.
I never know who I am; life is just a game of charades
Nine, my grades are never good enough.
My teachers always tell me I’ll end up in handcuffs
Ten, I’ve lost my will to try.
Goodbye.
a/n:
this doesn’t relate to me - i’m not considering, but i know it does to many others. some of my best friends are/have been so close and it's terrifying, frightening, but should be a wake up call; words have effect. they hurt people. always try to be nice to your friends and enemies alike because you never know what they’re going through. the media is constantly telling us that we aren’t good enough. it’s too easy to compare yourself to others. please, try to be a light to others around you ♡♡
hotline #: 13-11-14
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1000+ posts
collection of writing that i totally plan on keeping active 12/12 months instead of 3/12 months every year
cabin war
1013 words + extra challenge
finished: 10:13 pm
I wake up, and the first thing I see is the sun glaring into my window. I let out a light laugh, quickly compiling myself and stepping onto my leather shoes. Judging based off of what time the sun said it was, I could tell that it was nearly time to meet Gabriel at the park. I don’t yet know why today was urgent among other days. Often times, we meet beyond the fence. Today he spoke about meeting just at the fence. I have to wonder why; it still doesn’t make sense to me. Either way, I will find out soon enough.
Mustering the little energy I have after getting a few hours of sleep, I pull myself to the mirror and stare at my reflection. It is vain - I know that just as well as anybody, but I also know just as well as anybody that it does not matter. Vanity will soon be an elusion - and I, first hand will make sure of this. With a slight, confident smile I stare back at the person in front of me. She looks braver than I am, but I know she has to be me. There is no one else she could be. Her dark brown - nearly black, if it was not black - hair was straight and landed at the exact same place as mine. Her black eyes were sparkling. She was tall, and robust. She was a good weight, same as me.
We are the same people, I finally conclude.
I pull myself away from the mirror, wandering over to my wardrobe and pulling out the first things I find. It’s khaki pants and a red sweater. I look as if I were ready for a Christmas parade, but I’m sure Gabriel won’t mind. He normally chooses his outfits in the same fashion I do. Whatever he first happens to choose. I let out a loftly laugh thinking about him. I know that, in all things in this world that are uncertain, there happens to be two certain things. I do not like Gabe. And I do not think Gabe likes me. He would be a fool to, anyway. I am not ugly, nor beautiful. I am solidly in the middle, landing somewhere between average to slightly above average. He is tall, handsome, and robust. He could land any girl that he wanted. Besides, me and Gabe were just a friend thing.
At the breakfast table, there are eggs and toast sitting out from last night. My brain tells me to throw them out - they can’t still be good, of course, since they had been sitting out for a whole nights, but the monster tearing at my belly pleads me to eat them. Since I am not one who is predestined to make wise decisions, I listen to my stomach. I can pay the price for my actions at another time, but right now it is simply time for me to go meet Gabe. He is surely waiting for me at this time.
I open the door fifteen minutes later, my stomach already churning. Maybe I should have listened to my brain, that is also probably a well known fact, but I can’t let people down. Rosia does not listen to her brain. On second thought, that might not be the best reputation to have. All the teachers hear about it when I first join their classrooms. I should try to change that around, but that is an activity for another day. Not when I am going to meet Gabe for the first time in approximately twelve hours.
The journey to the park, dotted with creeks and trees and rivers is slow to get to but it is a pleasant journey. As stated before, there are all kinds of wildlife. Unlike Gabe, who dismisses that sort of thing without a second thought, I always try to be a wildlife enthusiast. There is not a single person who is better at saving the environment than me. # there is no planet b (broken up in spaces, of course, because I need the words and a singular hashtag will not get me that.) I smile as I continue strutting around, feeling every single ridge and rock underneath my leather sandals. They are not substantial enough to hold up my full weight against the pavement. I can almost hear the pavement whispering to me, “Ah! Revenge is so sweet for you sticking your whole bodyweight on me!” But, of course, the pavement is not real. It is an illusion. And that makes me giggle, knowing that I have so much power over so many other things. They are dead. I am living. They never lived. I am currently living. I smile, knowing that this was a sure way to get there. I was definitely almost there; I had to be close.
You know how I mentioned there being two certain things in this world? One, I did not like Gabe and two, Gabe did not like me (probably.)? Well, I think I’ve changed my mind. There are now three. I may like Gabe. But, of course, that is a different story for another day.. And I wrecken that would change the answer to the first universal and unchanging truth. I am not sure if I have the guts to do that yet. But maybe I do; I am just simply not sure.
I finally reach the park, eager to meet Gabe.
“I am so so so happy to see you! It feels like forever!” I shout, eagerly putting my arm around his. He looks uncomfortable, which convinces me now more than ever that the second universal truth is actually correct. Gabe does not like me (probably.) I can not help but feel an overwhelming pang of sadness, but I try to whisk it away. I was expecting it, after all.
“Anyway, Rosia. I was thinking..” He pauses for traumatic effect. “That we may want to run away. I think it would be a fair idea.”
I nod. ANything to please him.
“Of course! Good idea!”
1013 words + extra challenge
finished: 10:13 pm
I wake up, and the first thing I see is the sun glaring into my window. I let out a light laugh, quickly compiling myself and stepping onto my leather shoes. Judging based off of what time the sun said it was, I could tell that it was nearly time to meet Gabriel at the park. I don’t yet know why today was urgent among other days. Often times, we meet beyond the fence. Today he spoke about meeting just at the fence. I have to wonder why; it still doesn’t make sense to me. Either way, I will find out soon enough.
Mustering the little energy I have after getting a few hours of sleep, I pull myself to the mirror and stare at my reflection. It is vain - I know that just as well as anybody, but I also know just as well as anybody that it does not matter. Vanity will soon be an elusion - and I, first hand will make sure of this. With a slight, confident smile I stare back at the person in front of me. She looks braver than I am, but I know she has to be me. There is no one else she could be. Her dark brown - nearly black, if it was not black - hair was straight and landed at the exact same place as mine. Her black eyes were sparkling. She was tall, and robust. She was a good weight, same as me.
We are the same people, I finally conclude.
I pull myself away from the mirror, wandering over to my wardrobe and pulling out the first things I find. It’s khaki pants and a red sweater. I look as if I were ready for a Christmas parade, but I’m sure Gabriel won’t mind. He normally chooses his outfits in the same fashion I do. Whatever he first happens to choose. I let out a loftly laugh thinking about him. I know that, in all things in this world that are uncertain, there happens to be two certain things. I do not like Gabe. And I do not think Gabe likes me. He would be a fool to, anyway. I am not ugly, nor beautiful. I am solidly in the middle, landing somewhere between average to slightly above average. He is tall, handsome, and robust. He could land any girl that he wanted. Besides, me and Gabe were just a friend thing.
At the breakfast table, there are eggs and toast sitting out from last night. My brain tells me to throw them out - they can’t still be good, of course, since they had been sitting out for a whole nights, but the monster tearing at my belly pleads me to eat them. Since I am not one who is predestined to make wise decisions, I listen to my stomach. I can pay the price for my actions at another time, but right now it is simply time for me to go meet Gabe. He is surely waiting for me at this time.
I open the door fifteen minutes later, my stomach already churning. Maybe I should have listened to my brain, that is also probably a well known fact, but I can’t let people down. Rosia does not listen to her brain. On second thought, that might not be the best reputation to have. All the teachers hear about it when I first join their classrooms. I should try to change that around, but that is an activity for another day. Not when I am going to meet Gabe for the first time in approximately twelve hours.
The journey to the park, dotted with creeks and trees and rivers is slow to get to but it is a pleasant journey. As stated before, there are all kinds of wildlife. Unlike Gabe, who dismisses that sort of thing without a second thought, I always try to be a wildlife enthusiast. There is not a single person who is better at saving the environment than me. # there is no planet b (broken up in spaces, of course, because I need the words and a singular hashtag will not get me that.) I smile as I continue strutting around, feeling every single ridge and rock underneath my leather sandals. They are not substantial enough to hold up my full weight against the pavement. I can almost hear the pavement whispering to me, “Ah! Revenge is so sweet for you sticking your whole bodyweight on me!” But, of course, the pavement is not real. It is an illusion. And that makes me giggle, knowing that I have so much power over so many other things. They are dead. I am living. They never lived. I am currently living. I smile, knowing that this was a sure way to get there. I was definitely almost there; I had to be close.
You know how I mentioned there being two certain things in this world? One, I did not like Gabe and two, Gabe did not like me (probably.)? Well, I think I’ve changed my mind. There are now three. I may like Gabe. But, of course, that is a different story for another day.. And I wrecken that would change the answer to the first universal and unchanging truth. I am not sure if I have the guts to do that yet. But maybe I do; I am just simply not sure.
I finally reach the park, eager to meet Gabe.
“I am so so so happy to see you! It feels like forever!” I shout, eagerly putting my arm around his. He looks uncomfortable, which convinces me now more than ever that the second universal truth is actually correct. Gabe does not like me (probably.) I can not help but feel an overwhelming pang of sadness, but I try to whisk it away. I was expecting it, after all.
“Anyway, Rosia. I was thinking..” He pauses for traumatic effect. “That we may want to run away. I think it would be a fair idea.”
I nod. ANything to please him.
“Of course! Good idea!”
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cabin wars
801 words + extra challenge
finished: some time around 12
I smiled as my eyes wandered to my sweet, cherry red cup of mocha in front of me. It’s bright, illuminating color was the color of cherry blossoms right outside of Washington DC in the spring. Just as they sparkled in the bright sun and waved in the eerie wind, so the beautiful layers of red did as well. The layers of paint fell on top of each other as if someone had painted it individually starting at the bottom and rising to the top, just as air swoops down before rising up. You can almost image the feeling of cold air on a summer day, when it feels best when the air rises up. The bright color reminded me of a warm, cackling fire keeping a house and it’s residents cozy and warm. It’s steam rose steadily in small puffs, silent but regal as a hawk with outstretched wings, soaring through the sky with such boldness that it seemed unstoppable. Through the heavy layer of fatty cream resting ever so slightly above the river of chocolate mocha underneath, you could see the intricate design of the feathers etched in. The long beak stretched for what seemed like miles until it reached the edges of a cup, but just as a long distance runner does not want to stop when they reach the end of a marathon, the beak pleaded to keep racing. With every wobble the cup made, the cream tried to float away as if it wanted to travel on a vacation down a lazy river. The feet on the bird were stubby, getting cut off quickly as though there had been a mistake with the lazy river. Somehow, the cream must have been chopped. I inhale, letting the warm air fill my nostrils. It’s vanilla smell reminded me of vanilla cakes lined up in rows at the bakery. Edible art, just as this cup was, with the only difference being the flowers that rested ever so delicately on the cakes. They were nearly always fifty shades of pink, just as the cherry blossoms were in the middle of spring. My eyes traveled to the mug once more, now taking a moment to stare at myself through the reflectiveness that reminded me of my crystal mirror in my bedroom. My eyes sparkled with the delight that a kindgernater possessed when playing with childish toys - all different shades of colours, just as my eyes happened to be this afternoon. Cheeks flushed, looking as if someone painted them red just as they painted the cup red, and dyed the flowers on the edible art pink. Everything looped back to each other. My fingers attempt to resist touching the smooth base, but the thought of cherry blossoms hold me back. The porcelain is smooth like freshly cleared ice ready for figure skaters to begin their programs on. I finally take a sip of the warm cocoa, and instantly the feeling of a fleece jacket comes to mind, protecting everyone from the cold, harsh winds that often withered outside harshly, threatening to come near you.
My eyes stare up at the azure sky, clouds puffing along. They appeared to be like little puffs of smoke that would come out of a train as it withered it’s way down the tracks, fighting through everything. Even though the clouds were as white and thick as a lamb’s wool before being sheared, it was obvious that they were a warm home to multitudes of rains inside that threatened to spill over, just as tea kettles spilled on tables. They smelled of rain; they were dense and thick, reminding anyone of the cream in mocha that so delicately floats over a sea of chocolate coffee - bitter to the taste, but energizing to the mind like a rush of electricity that swarms through electric wires, consistently threatening to end whoever may happen to stumble upon them. The canvas surrounding the clouds was bright blue, just like the Google Doc logo that always managed to shine through the delicate words that were written and backspaced numerous times on the sheet of paper. Anyone would want to reach out their hand and touch the sky, although it feeled like air, which resembled the puffs of steam that would rise from cocoa cups at any store. Airplanes flew in the distance, the sound of their motors resembling lawn mowers chopping off grass, which symbolized the peace and new beginnings they would bring. It sped through the air with the ferocity of a space rocket hurtling towards the sky faster than the speed of light, which is slower than the speed of sound. The smell of gas polluted the air, smelling like the air within five miles away from factories carry the burden of having the stench of. The sky is beautiful.
801 words + extra challenge
finished: some time around 12
I smiled as my eyes wandered to my sweet, cherry red cup of mocha in front of me. It’s bright, illuminating color was the color of cherry blossoms right outside of Washington DC in the spring. Just as they sparkled in the bright sun and waved in the eerie wind, so the beautiful layers of red did as well. The layers of paint fell on top of each other as if someone had painted it individually starting at the bottom and rising to the top, just as air swoops down before rising up. You can almost image the feeling of cold air on a summer day, when it feels best when the air rises up. The bright color reminded me of a warm, cackling fire keeping a house and it’s residents cozy and warm. It’s steam rose steadily in small puffs, silent but regal as a hawk with outstretched wings, soaring through the sky with such boldness that it seemed unstoppable. Through the heavy layer of fatty cream resting ever so slightly above the river of chocolate mocha underneath, you could see the intricate design of the feathers etched in. The long beak stretched for what seemed like miles until it reached the edges of a cup, but just as a long distance runner does not want to stop when they reach the end of a marathon, the beak pleaded to keep racing. With every wobble the cup made, the cream tried to float away as if it wanted to travel on a vacation down a lazy river. The feet on the bird were stubby, getting cut off quickly as though there had been a mistake with the lazy river. Somehow, the cream must have been chopped. I inhale, letting the warm air fill my nostrils. It’s vanilla smell reminded me of vanilla cakes lined up in rows at the bakery. Edible art, just as this cup was, with the only difference being the flowers that rested ever so delicately on the cakes. They were nearly always fifty shades of pink, just as the cherry blossoms were in the middle of spring. My eyes traveled to the mug once more, now taking a moment to stare at myself through the reflectiveness that reminded me of my crystal mirror in my bedroom. My eyes sparkled with the delight that a kindgernater possessed when playing with childish toys - all different shades of colours, just as my eyes happened to be this afternoon. Cheeks flushed, looking as if someone painted them red just as they painted the cup red, and dyed the flowers on the edible art pink. Everything looped back to each other. My fingers attempt to resist touching the smooth base, but the thought of cherry blossoms hold me back. The porcelain is smooth like freshly cleared ice ready for figure skaters to begin their programs on. I finally take a sip of the warm cocoa, and instantly the feeling of a fleece jacket comes to mind, protecting everyone from the cold, harsh winds that often withered outside harshly, threatening to come near you.
My eyes stare up at the azure sky, clouds puffing along. They appeared to be like little puffs of smoke that would come out of a train as it withered it’s way down the tracks, fighting through everything. Even though the clouds were as white and thick as a lamb’s wool before being sheared, it was obvious that they were a warm home to multitudes of rains inside that threatened to spill over, just as tea kettles spilled on tables. They smelled of rain; they were dense and thick, reminding anyone of the cream in mocha that so delicately floats over a sea of chocolate coffee - bitter to the taste, but energizing to the mind like a rush of electricity that swarms through electric wires, consistently threatening to end whoever may happen to stumble upon them. The canvas surrounding the clouds was bright blue, just like the Google Doc logo that always managed to shine through the delicate words that were written and backspaced numerous times on the sheet of paper. Anyone would want to reach out their hand and touch the sky, although it feeled like air, which resembled the puffs of steam that would rise from cocoa cups at any store. Airplanes flew in the distance, the sound of their motors resembling lawn mowers chopping off grass, which symbolized the peace and new beginnings they would bring. It sped through the air with the ferocity of a space rocket hurtling towards the sky faster than the speed of light, which is slower than the speed of sound. The smell of gas polluted the air, smelling like the air within five miles away from factories carry the burden of having the stench of. The sky is beautiful.
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