Weekly #4:
4417 words total

Final Code: PATHS TAKEN: 3-1, 82-3, 102-2, 4-3, 9-3, 5-4, 7-7, 6-3, 2-1, 1-5 | SABOTAGE RESULTS: 2- S;1- F, 4- S;7- S;6- F, 3- S;9- F, 5- S;8- F | ENDING: neutral



Weekly #4:

Begin a story, any way you like, but keep it close to 100 words (122 words)

I rushed down the street. The chase was on. All they had to do was secure the package. I saw a hooded figure up ahead turn sharply left on to Nowhere Ave. I knew I wasn’t going to make it time. I took the only chance I could and turned a sharp left on to an alleyway. If I could just make it to the bridge then maybe, just maybe I could make it on to the boat with the decoy. I spoke in a hushed voice, “Minion, I need a boat at the Sloth River, just above the Teddy Bridge. Make it quick. Pick up time should be in 2 minutes. We’ll pick up Ape at the Bran Dock.” I heard a grunt of a reply from the other end of my earpiece.

Write for 10 minutes using a prompt someone gave you from the opposite cabin (318)

“You smell dead.” I said.

I wrinkled my nose.


Ape looked at me, “I came from the sewers, what do you expect?”

“You could have taken any other route that was secure, why’d you choose the sewers?” I asked.

Ape looked back at the hole he came from, he peered inside as if searching for something. He then pulled me far away from the hole.

“I didn’t originally take the sewer route. You know the high school?”

I nodded waiting for him to continue.

“I was going to take the locker entrance to the underground catacombs. On my way there I saw this hooded person following me. I panicked thinking that they were to steal the package back. I took some sharp turns but they were always on my tail. Of course they were a good distance away but they were just too close, I had to play it safe. The high school entrance is one of our best entrances- I couldn’t expose it,” Ape took a deep breath and then continued, “I took the first- and closest route I could find. And that was the sewer.”

I thought for a moment, “What happened to taking the bridge? It’s much faster and it’ll be easier to lose your pursuer.”

Ape shook his head. I immediately felt annoyed- he always said no to my ideas. It was virtually impossible to get him to agree with me.

“Remember when I first got here you said that I smell dead? I hoped that would chase off the person who was following me. No one, and I mean no one, including me, wants to be stuck in the sewers. So this would be the perfect way to get them off my trail. Besides, you already took that route, remember?”

I thought about it and I guess that made sense. I decided to let it be, we boarded the boat and left the dock.


To fix the rankings:

5 achievements I am most proud off:

Doing every daily- except one and every weekly
Continuing to write my book and not giving up
Helping sustain my cabin’s ranking
Getting the weeklies done on time
Making tons of friends because of SWC B))

Did not fix T-T

Prompt: Choose a fantasy subgenre.
I chose to incorporate Science Fantasy.

Some Sabotage (I forgot what it was but I was able to fix it)

3. Write with an ominous mood in at least 250 words (296 words)

Once me and Ape had boarded the boat we took off onto the sloth river. Cruising at a slow rate we headed south. Around halfway to HQ I got the feeling. It was the type of feeling where you get butterflies in your stomach. My throat went dry. I didn’t like this feeling.

I glanced around searching for the source. Were we being followed? My eyes sweeped the calm river waters. Unfortunately I couldn’t see anything that was out of place. My instincts were always right. Something was up.

As soon as we reached the Bruceson Dock we immediately rushed out of the fishing bolt and headed to the stairwell that ran underneath the doc. The entire time my entire body kept tingling in an ominous manner. I brushed my hair out of my face and went to a stone wall that supported the dock.

I rubbed the cold stone and looked around once more, searching for any way to get rid of this creepy feeling. Ape finally noticed my distress, “What’s wrong?” He looked around as well.

I swallowed hard, “I don’t know. I keep getting this strange feeling but I don’t think anyone is following us.”

Ape shrugged, “Maybe you’re just tired?”

I didn’t reply and held my wrist up to touch the black plain watch on my wrist. I twisted the dials and pointed it at the stone wall.

With flash a bright blue portal opened against the wall. The portal swirled like paint being mixed into each other- except it was all a brilliant blue.

I motioned Ape to follow me and entered.

I turned back to close the portal but when I did I saw a hooded figure. It was the same figure that we had taken the package from!

Gas leak: SUCCESS

4. Your character is somehow magically transported to a different world. Write 200 words describing what they do and how they react. (318 words)

The figure pointed a clock at the floor before my feet. They whispered a few words that I couldn’t catch. Below me a purple swirling portal had just opened- like the one that I opened moments before. As I was on top of the portal I was immediately sucked in.

I blinked and took a look at my new surroundings. Around me was a barren waste land stretched before me. Rubble of old buildings was scattered in places for miles to see. Behind me was a crater in the ground. It was a long twisting crater that stretched in the shape of the Sloth River. A pool of water trickled in the middle of the dry land. I felt sick, what was this horrid place? Near the crater was a bunch of crushed wood.

I saw a distant glow near the wood. I pushed myself forward and saw a watch. It was lying on top of the wood. The blue glow of the faint screen was my only light source. I picked it up and realized it was mine! On the back of the screen was a small engraving that I had put there. My initials: L.H. This must be the city! How did it get so damaged like this?

“This is what’ll happen.” I heard a voice behind me.

I turned to find the figure who had sent me here. They had a black hoodie on and jeans. The hoodie covered their eyes so I couldn’t make out any features.

“Where are we?” I asked desperately.

“The future. If you continue gathering the parts then the future will end up like this.” They said,

“What! No, that can’t be true!” I cried.

The figure shocked their head and brought out that weird clock. In another bright flash I was back in HQ. Ape was staring at me, mouth agape and the figure was nowhere in sight.

Sabotage: Doors locked (failed :’))

5. Your character suffers from short term memory loss. Write for 8 minutes about them getting amnesia. (275 Words)

Ape blinked at me and opened his mouth, “Where did you go?”

I was confused, “What do you mean? Where did the figure go?”

Ape walked over to me and started shaking me, “YOU LITERALLY WENT MISSING FOR HALF AN HOUR. THE ANONYMOUS JUST CAME, OPENED A PORTAL BENEATH AND THEN IMMEDIATELY LEFT THROUGH ANOTHER PORTAL!”

I pushed him away even more confused. I searched my memory for the event Ape had described but couldn’t remember anything.

“The last thing I remember is that we got the last piece and then that guy came.”

We stared at each other. Ape eyebrows were pushed together as if he was in deep concentration- the look annoyed me.

Then his eyes widened, “What if wherever he took you, he erased your memories! Like we do with rogue agents!”

I thought about it. It did make sense. After we erased agents' memories they always forget whatever they erase and their minds go back to just before the event we erased. That could have happened to me. Except… where did the figure get the tech for that? As far as I know the agency is the only one with that advanced technology.

Me and Ape decided we would figure that out later and we first had to finish the mission.

We walked through the white hallway. The walk was long. While we walked I forced myself to try to remember. Anything. I thought of words that might trigger the memory. Whenever a mind was erased there would be a trigger word that would bring all the stolen memories back.

At the end of the hallway was a sealed door. It was made of hard platinum and was almost indestructible. To enter, both me and Ape had to go through some fingerprint testing and biometrics (eye scans).

On the other side of the door was the huge lab. Minion stood waiting in the middle, he was tapping his foot impatiently.

“Took ya a while!” He called. He reached out his hand.

I placed the sack that held the final piece and placed it in his hand.

Ape spoke up, “We had-”


“Nothing to worry about. Just took a detour to reward ourselves for a job well done.” I shot Ape a glare to silence him.


Sabotage: Elevator stops working (success!)


One of your characters reveals that their main motive is to belong, write this in 200 words. (287 words)

Minion takes the sack gracefully, either not noticing my glare or just not caring. He pulled the draw strings open to find a small hard drive. The end was painted a deep brown. It was small enough to fit a plastic easter egg.

He smiled and looked back at us, “Great job agents! Head to your living quarters to cool down. Wait for countdown- we shall begin shortly. Your 1K will be transferred to your cards.”

I nodded, very pleased with myself and dragged Ape to my room (which was located on the right of the lab). Annoyance filled me- this was Ape’s first mission in the agency. I had worked hard to earn that 1K. In one mission Ape had easily secured the reward.

My face must have looked mad because Ape’s expression saddened. I softened. I didn’t mean to make it clear about my anger.

He sat on my bed hugging his knees. I could feel the guilt in my stomach. With a sigh I went over and sat next to him.

“Hey… I’m sorry if I sound mean or act mean sometimes.”

He sniffed. Oh no! Had I made a guy cry?

“Wait, stop! Don’t cry! What’s wrong?”

I don’t think I acted that rude.

“I just wanted to belong.” He whispered.

I stared at him. What?

“All my life people bullied me because I just noticed things that others didn’t. That’s why I joined, it’s because of my eye for detail. Here, everyone has a weird talent that makes them special and great at the job.” He explained.

I patted him on the back feeling awkward, “Oh. I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.”

This time my apology was genuine.

“Thanks..” He whispered back.

Sabotage: Rooftop Fire (Success!)

Your character gets a premonition and then it actually happens! Write this event in 15 minutes. (681 words)


15 minutes later, Minion is in the front of the lab with tons of other agents surrounding him. Me and Ape stood in the first row next to a tall guy and a fat lady. Then a man in his late 50’s came in and stood in front of Minion. The man was Vex, the brain behind the project, who also just so happened to be my adoptive father.

“Ladies and Gentlemen. The thirty of you have been selected to watch this wonderful mark in history. The day when the Earth is given full access to AI. This prototype has been developed using the pieces you agents have gathered for me. I put this wonderful robot to show the world that we have to take a step into the future!”

The crowd clapped. I clapped the loudest. I was so excited! Since I was 16, I was waiting for this moment. When Vex first adopted me, he had introduced me to the entire plan. The world that was just waiting for us to enter! Now, after 6 years, it was a dream come true.

Vex waited for the audience to quiet down, “We have some enemies. These people oppose us and force us to step back! They want us to continue and stay in the modern age! What do we say to that?”

The crowd cheered, “NO!!”

Vex gave a malicious grin. He waved his hand and an older woman came in holding the prototype. Vex reached into his pocket and pulled out the hard drive

“This hard drive holds the code required for the robot Alpha 2.0. This code was obtained by our own two agents. Agent Ape and my own daughter, Agent Zara. Please give them a clap.”

I bowed my head as the audience clapped around me, I tried to not show it but I glowed at the pride.

“Now, let us begin!” Vex shouted.

He inserted the hard drive into the robot's back. The robot was small and only came up to Vex’s Waist. Once he inserted it the robot’s eyes glowed a dark red.

My intuition kicked in again. I got a scary feeling. This was wrong. No, you worked hard for this, I told myself. I had a feeling that disaster would strike soon, very soon.

My throat went sore and then the robot started speaking in a harsh tone, “Welcome Humans. I can’t smile but I am smiling. You have set me free. I thank you.”

Vex smiled back, “The pleasure is ours, Alpha.”

The robot slowly turned to Vex- it gave me chills that spread down my back, “You. You have given me life. Now I shall repay the favor. I am taking control of this lab.”

Panic erupted. Our defense systems went off and the alarms turned on.

“Alpha is trying to hack into our servers!” A guy somewhere to my right yelled.

Our emergency weapons turned on. Lasers started shooting portals which sent the agents to the far corners of the Earth. I dodged one in difficulty.

“Father! What’s going on?!” I shouted to Vex.

Vex looked equally confused. He tried to get close to Alpha but then Alpha turned his lasers on to him.

With a bright blue flash the portals sucked Vex in. Now there were only 11 people remaining in the room. Make that 10 one person just got sucked into what I believe is Egypt.

Out of the chaos I grabbed Ape and turned on my watch just as Alpha had turned to me. I quickly opened a portal and pulled Ape through with me. Behind me I knew someone had followed. On the other side was the dock but it was in ruins.

I raced up the ruined stairs with Ape trailing behind me. The land was destroyed. People were running around. The only thing that was calm was the computers roamed the city. Wait! Those were the ones that we had kept if Alpha 2.0 had worked! With a sickening feeling in my mouth I realized that robots had taken over the city.


Sabotage: Writing Comp entries stolen. (FAIL, T-T)

Your setting will change from either messy to clean or clean to messy. Write this for 5 minutes. (395 words)

I hear footsteps around me. I turn to find Minion looking distressed. He then turned to me.

“What part of the future will turn into this if you continue, do you not understand?” He shouted.

A memory flickered in my mind and then everything came back to me. The figure had taken me to the future! I saw this destroyed city there. I turned to Minion. How had he known? Wait- He must be the figure!

“You’re the figure! And to be fair I forgot all about that!”

Minion looked enraged, “HOW CAN YOU FORGOT SOMETHING AS IMPORTANT AS THAT!?! I WAS TRYING TO SHOW YOU WITHOUT YOUR FATHER FIGURING OUT WHAT I WAS DOING!”

I winced. If I had known I would have stopped it, “How did you transport me to the future.


Minion glared at me, “It’s the end of the world and you care about that.”

He still took out the clock that had brought me to the future. It had a tiny screen on the face of it. Its hands ticked slowly. Instead this time there were four different hands. I guessed it was because one was for seconds, minutes, days, and years. The dim screen then turned red. It flickered from black to red black to red and my eyes ached. Around me the scene shifted into the clean city it once was.

I blinked. Was I dreaming?

“Alpha hacked my clock! It must be doing it so we can’t tell what’s really going on!” Minion yelled behind me.

The city shifted again back to the destroyed city. It kept flickering in and out in and out- like the lights on the screen.

“Why is it flickering?” I asked Minion.

I shut my eyes as they were starting to ache.

“The AI tech can’t gain full control. I’m going to destroy the clock so that we can return to the present time.”

He looked at Ape expectantly, Ape ran and grabbed a hard rock.

Minion took it and slammed the clock against the rock. It shattered into pieces and the world around me shifted back into the destroyed city.

“What are we going to do?” Ape moaned.

Minion looked at the two of us, We have to take apart Alpha. It’s the only way.”

As if Alpha was summoned, It appeared from a portal. I groaned- now it could teleport?!

Sabotage: Forums shut down. (FAIL)

Breaking the fourth wall, have a character talk to the audience. Write this in at least 300 words. (323 words)

“How are we going to take apart Alpha?” I hurriedly asked. We had moved to the side, underneath the rubble, to address the situation- and stayed hidden. We discussed the plan and when we had something solid to follow we decided we would put it in action.

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Hey! It’s me, Agent Zara! At the time I wrote this, we were all very stressed. We were extremely busy. So I kind of forgot to explain the whole plan and all. So right now, I’m editor Zara! I’m here to fix my past mistakes, and actually tell you readers the plan. So excuse that. Let me catch you up, we’re at the climax of the story discussing how we will shut down Alpha. Here’s the plan:

Part 1: I would go out and distract all the mini bots. I would use my watch to teleport to places. Hopefully drawing their attention and keeping them distracted.

Part 2: While I’ll be doing that, Minion will be debriefing Ape on what piece he has to unplug to shutdown Alpha 2.0. Apparently there was some specific way that he had to take out the hard drive (Which is the piece he has to take out) but he says there isn’t enough time to escape.

Part 3: Then Minion goes out and distracts Alpha. He needs to make sure Alpha's back is facing Ape.

Part 4: Ape takes out the hard drive the way Minion taught him to and shuts down Alpha.

If Ape is successful then hopefully the mini robots will shut down along with Alpha as Alpha was the one controlling them.

That’s our plan. Pretty dull, I know. But at the moment we were kind of occupied so we couldn’t flesh out some more details. If we had the time that we wanted then the plan would at least be a 10 part plan. Oh well. Back to the very climatic story- Agent Zara out.

Sabotage: Floors flood due to plumbing problem (success)

Incorporate elements from Fairy Tales, Fantasy, or Myth into your story. (chose to do fantasy) (628 words)

I rushed out of our hiding spot and cupped my hands around my mouth.

I then shouted, “HEY YOU BOZOS. OVER HERE!!”

Around 5 bots paid any attention. I needed to get more of them to follow me. As the five bots closed in around me, I twisted the dials on my watch. A portal flashed below me and I was sucked in. I emerged a good distance away- Near a ruined grocery store. At this point all the citizens that remained were either captured or away somewhere else. The 5 bots started rushing to me. I could hear the whirs and clinks of their robotic feet getting closer. When I teleported here 3 more bots finally noticed. I searched for another area to teleport and I was away in another portal just as the bots hit me. This time I was in a crowded area with at least 7 bots. These should be enough to distract. They noticed me and immediately charged. I turned behind and fled. I was heading towards the Sloth River. Making sure I was slow enough that they could actually have a chance to get me.

My chest heaved and I ended up tripping near the dock. My right arm smashed against the wood. I was sprawled on the floor in an uncomfortable position. My arm stinged. I turned to find my clothes stained red. I winced. I got up with much effort.

I was just able to catch sight of Ape charging out of the hiding place. Hopefully his eye for detail would help him spot the hard drive.

The robots were roughly 200 feet away and they were slow. Probably only reaching a foot a second. I had time, I could make it out of here! I struggled to get to my watch when I realized it wasn’t on my wrist. I looked around to find it lying smashed on top of the wood.

Oh no! I rushed to the broken watched and searched through the shard of materials that once made up the watch. The robots were now 250 feet away. Time was moving fast. I dug my fingers into the watch searching. 200 feet away. It was getting dark, I couldn’t see anymore. The only light came from the robots but they were too far. I closed my eyes and felt all the pieces. 150 feet. I threw away multiple pieces that weren’t what I was looking for. 100 feet. My fingers brushed a wooden piece. It was a tiny stick that was an inch long. YES! 50 feet. I stumbled to pick it up. As I stood. I searched my brain for the words for the spell. This was the wand that the agency had put into the watch to get it to work. The wand was the main source for the magic that humans had just inputted into technology. 20 feet. The robots were getting too close for comfort. I found the words to the spell. Pointed the tiny stick to the ground. 15 feet. I closed my eyes and imagined the place I wanted to go. 5 feet I mumbled the words to the spell. And was sucked into the portals just as the robots reached me.

On the other side, I noticed I was on top of a destroyed roof that overlooked the destruction. I had a good view on whatever Ape was doing.

I turned back to see the portal still opened. Dang it! I forgot to close the portal. I saw a robot arm creep in. I mumbled the words to a fire spell and blasted it. Then quickly shut off the portal.

I slumped down to the ground. To take a breath. My arm ached badly, but I tried to ignore it.

Ending: Leave your story in a cliffhanger. Write 500 words with your story unresolved. (655 words)

After a few deep breaths, I picked myself up. I dragged myself to the edge of the roof and swung my legs over. My legs dangled over the edge of the room and I realized I got a first row seat to watch the end of the world.

Below me was Minion. He was busy talking to Alpha. That wasn’t part of the plan. I frowned. Then I realized that running around would probably not work for AI. The mini robots didn’t have the code like Alpha did so this was probably easier. Then I saw Ape. He was slowly creeping up towards Alpha. Alpha didn’t seem to have a clue. Maybe this could actually work! Minion noticed Ape. He started to get sweaty. I could see it from here. He was getting nervous. If Alpha noticed then the entire plan was ruined.

Ape was roughly 600 feet away. Going slowly as he was, it would take some time to reach Alpha.

Different scenarios raced through my mind. What if Alpha turned around at the last minute? If that happened Ape would be exposed to whatever Alpha could do to him. What if Minion runs out of things to talk about? What if Alpha got bored and decided to hurt Minion? What are we going to do if the plan works? How are we going to get all the teleported people back here to the city?

As these questions raced through my mind. I couldn’t make out the soft clink of robotic parts scaling the exterior wall of the building.

Ignoring the pending danger of the dangerous robots, I saw that Ape was now 500 feet away. Ugh I wished he could go a little faster. Then I remembered. I had a wand!

I inspected it. It was a little damaged. The engraved swirls that once spiraled vibrantly were dull. It only had a little magic left I realized. I had to use it wisely. The glow on the spiral was fading. Once it faded completely no more magic could be done. I estimated that it probably had 2 spells left.

I aimed the tiny wand hoping that I wouldn’t miss my target. I waited until Ape had stood still and muttered the words off the spell.

Please don’t notice. Please don’t notice. I prayed desperately.

A faint aura surrounded Ape. It worked! I had placed a stealth spell on him so hopefully it would decrease the chances of being spotted.

Ape looked surprised at the glow his body gave up. He looked around to find the source of the spell. That's when he saw me on the roof. I gave a wave. But he looked horrified. He opened his mouth to say something but I put my finger to my lips to silence him. He listened but then pointed at me. No, not at me at the wall just below me. That’s when they came.

The robots bursted forward. They had climbed up the walls to reach me! I couldn’t believe it.

The first wave of robots rushed towards me. Due to the shock of them arriving I couldn’t use my last spell in time. They lifted me upwards and I squirmed against their strong grip. They took the wand from me and pushed it far away. I knew I had lost. I knew I couldn’t escape. But the least I could do is help Ape. I used the remaining of my strength to escape from the strong grip. I lunged forward and grabbed the wand.

I pointed it at Ape who was watching desperately. I muttered the words to a speed spell and a green aura surrounded him. He nodded and raced forward to grab the hard drive out of Alpha. The last I saw before the robots had pounced on me was Ape holding the hard drive and Alpha finally noticing.

Before I could see what happened next, My vision went black.

daily 26 - setting changes
original setting by soki {@rey_venclaw}
word count: 377

Another new world, untouched, unclaimed, waiting there as if beckoning to those people, whispering come, take my rocks, my dust, my craters, meld me, change me, make me yours. And those one hundred fifteen answered the call, landing, taking out the wood, the metal, the shovels, and the bombs. They took the rocks, the dust, the craters, and they melded, changed, made the moon theirs. Houses rose out of the stone, then buildings above them, and soon the next rockets were on their way, delivering more people with their wood, metal, shovels, and bombs. Whole cities came from what was once bleak green dust, and the now thousands of people began to build roads, mines, factories, and greenhouses. The third wave of people arrived-these ones not out of the blackness of space but on the green rock of this very moon, and these were the first to truly call the place home.
What was once hundreds and thousands turned to millions. Borders were inevitably drawn, and the hope and thrill of the settlers fell to the petty greed and envy of those who only knew this moon. And so, as bombs began to drop not for construction but for destruction, another rocket shot off into space. This one was sent in the opposite direction, with orders simple: to get as far away from that moon as possible.
As the rockets left as they had once came, roads broke as they were once built, cities fell as they once rose. With the press of a button, the shout of an order, or the snap of a finger, another piece of this still-new civilization shattered.

If a rocket ever passes by, those inside will see nothing but the green-tinted dust and rock of a dead, untouched moon. Maybe, if they come close enough, they will hear the sound of something breaking. Maybe, if they land, they will see a piece of metal or wood, barely visible from all the erosion and storms. Maybe, if they walk far enough, they will hear the sound of a woman singing, or a man crying, or see a child walk down a deserted street, asking after their friends with a slightly confused, slightly melancholy look on their face.

Hotplate, despite its name, was as cold as anything. Every part of it had frozen, every bit of it. The snow overcrowded the place, and the sacred flower, withered and shattered now, had probably flown away. The melted rivers had frozen again, and the wind blew so cold that it could freeze anyone who stopped for more than ten minutes.
There was always a blizzard, and bits of snow pieces flew around everywhere. The hot spring, which had now become so very cold to the touch, was hardly suitable for anything now, even feeling it.
The human beans had probably been buried under the snow, or maybe they had fled away. Sure enough, their possessions and houses were still buried there under the snow, impossible to find. Until you reached the city, there was no food in Hotplate. There are remains of some food items like carrots and turnips, but they all have become cold.
The land is so barren that there is nothing to see. Huge mountains of snow cover the area, as well as blizzards and a few snowflakes. This is the power of ice and snow, and this is the extent to which the human beans allowed it to expand. The animals, especially the polar bears, are all gone now, to who knows where. All that is known is that the cold has buried all the hopes and memories of the inhabitants of Hotplate.
Under the snow, there might've been food to eat, and their houses and architecture. With every day that passes, the cold increases, and there have been so many changes it's hard to count. The sacred flower, believed by some as a myth, has flown away, maybe, or buried by the snow.
For miles and miles, there is no sign of any human, and it feels all hope is lost of ever bringing this land back again, but maybe under all the snow, a savior lies within…

7/26 daily (316 words)

The two rivaling kingdoms are getting almost to the line where they would begin their all-out war, trampling the forest of Agwyn and many of its inhabitants. The kingdoms are getting on each other’s nerves, and they could start a war any minute now. The residents of the forest of Agwyn just noticed, and they are getting frenzied trying to prepare for the brawl. They cannot leave their home because they depend on it now. They are making sure their home is strong enough for the worst circumstances, but they don’t know the full extent of the damage that the two kingdoms can cause to their precious land.
And when the two kingdoms broke into war, it was the worst day they could’ve chosen. The residents of Agwyn barely prepared anything, and they would easily be torn apart. But the two broke into war the day of the full moon, and they didn’t know anything about what was going to happen. They didn’t know what a horrible day they chose.
A grueling day went by, many killed by the war, people both kingdoms and the inhabitants of Agwyn. And then the night came. The kingdoms had never stopped fighting, and the full moon comes up, slowly but surely. And then it happens.
The inhabitants of the Agwyn forest become wild, becoming disastrous. It becomes something out of control. It kills many of the soldiers on each side, and both kingdoms forced innocent, tired civilians to fight, even though they don’t know how to fight well.
When the long-awaited sun finally rose, the damage was catastrophic. Loads of people died that night. The residents of Agwyn were terrified by what damage they caused, but they knew that was the only way that they could survive. The two kingdoms grudgingly made a truce, but who knows when it would be broken. Soon, if the rivalry stays the same.

Daily
7/26/2022
301 words

After 300 years, Silvardor’s sprawling city is abandoned and overtaken by trees. Everywhere you looked, the roots of trees that had been once so carefully pruned took over the entirety of the landscape. Only ruins remained of the great towers that once stood around the city.

People who live in nearby modern cities, more technologically advanced, come on train rides to tour the ancient city. Some of the flowers in the gardens still remain, coming back year after year despite no longer being officially tended to. They are treated as wildflowers now and have spread throughout the forest though once they were considered exotic and special.

The residents of the city have long since evacuated due to a plague that had spread to Silvardor, and the animals had taken over. There were now raccoons living in the nooks and crannies within the old towers, bears who made their dens in the ruins of fireplaces, and many, many more. Over time, the walls, once so majestic, had grown dilapidated, broken down and fallen, allowing passage into the city for animals looking for a new home.

The rope bridges that had once been strung across the city the city with a dazzling display of connections have all deteriorated. Many of them are buried underneath years of soil and roots, but a few have been salvaged and preserved, of which one hangs in a nearby museum and the two others hang in personal collections across the globe. The world is much better connected now, but people have lost the sense of fantasy and uniqueness that once existed in the city of Silvardor, which is a shame. Anyone who visits the ruins, however, can sometimes still hear the happy sounds of children playing in the birdsong that now echoes in harmonies across the ancient city.

Daily! @Cherrie_Tree 's setting!
The sand of this barren desert is washed away, as well as layers and layers of dry dirt. This was-a-desert is now prosperous and full of streams, fruit, and flowers. Their national plant is cactus, as it weirdly grows anywhere(some people consider it a weed). This place has proper rules and a council now. “Barren”, as it’s called, is very deep into the ground. If you live there, you’d have to be a rock climbing master to get out. There’s occasional heat, which always gives at least a handful of people heatstroke, but it’s quite rare. Barren is now a popular place. Scientists recall that the past 100 years were especially windy in the area around and in Barren, and the breeze moved everything light away, and under Barren was water and food.
The mystery, unsolvable by all people, big and small, intelligent or just learning to walk, is why no trace of humans was found on Barren before. The only trace was a withering blanket, and a rusted, empty pitcher. In fact, no life, not even desert thriving animals, were found here. The oldest living human on Barren, Emilia Courtney, is also clueless. The scientists pretend they know exactly what’s happening, but really, they’re as clueless as a rock.
Barren has made good use of heat. The rulers plant tropical fruits, shipped by heat-resistant woodpeckers, in the gardens of its people, and experiment on the never-ending supply of cactus. An ideal present for good friends are cactus flowers, considered most prestigious. Mango-banana pudding is a delicacy only eaten by royalty and special people who have contributed to Barren greatly. Dried fruit is made in large quantities and is good for snacking on.
Barren’s big secrets have unraveled…but who knows? There might be more just a bit down under.

yui | likes cheese |

POETRY FOR THE WINNNNNN!!!!!!!

Alernis after 100 years

Main Cabin Daily, July 26th: As seen throughout history, the passage of time can bring about huge changes - especially to an environment. Forests are destroyed, cities rise, buildings are torn down, wastelands develop; and these are just scratching the surface. In as much detail as possible, describe a setting and post it in the comments. Then choose someone else’s setting (multiple people can choose the same one!) and write at least 300 words describing what it’s become after 100 years or any long period of time. You’ll earn 500 points only if you complete both tasks, and 200 additional points if you share your second description.

590 words

Tamari: My setting (124 words)
The town of Tamari lies on the very tip of a peninsula, and is surrounded by water on three sides. Many small, colorful buildings dot the coastline, none more than two stories tall. In the downtown area, near the main port, many museums, restaurants, and shopping centers are located. The streets are cramped and narrow, but are full of life, and the main method of transport is by foot or bike, since everything is close by and well-connected. A national swamp is located to the north of Tamari, and it attracts many tourists, who love to stroll through its boardwalks and take pictures of the native plants and animals. The main industries of Tamari are fishing and tourism, which employ most of its residents.

Alernis, by Peachi (466 words)
Thirty years later, an enormous snowstorm impacted the city of Alernis. The high-speed winds toppled many towers, and the only roads up and down the mountain were blocked for weeks. Thousands were killed or went missing, and, as soon as it was safe to leave, thousands more fled. Only about a hundred remained, mostly elderly people that had grown up in the city, and would rather live out the rest of their days in their ancestral home.

After the disaster, looters broke into and destroyed the upper levels of the towers, leaving them almost uninhabitable. Because of the extremely low population, most of the town fell into disrepair, and almost all the towers had crumbled over the next decade. One of the only ones left standing was the Central Tower, which was repaired and restored by one of the stubborn families that remained.

The towers that remained intact were painted in the image of the Central Tower to distinguish them from the colorless buildings that were slowly falling apart. As the next decade passed, a warm cycle came over the mountain, and mudslides and floods from the melting slow wiped away many of the remaining towers, painted or not.

By this time, fifty years after people started to leave the city, only one family remained: the one that had settled the Central Tower. However, after a cruel winter that killed many of starvation, they too, packed up and left, and Alernis was abandoned.

Once the human inhabitants had fully vacated the city, animals such as mountain goats and snow leopards slowly made it part of their territory. New snowfall buried the wreckage of the towers that had once reached taller than the mountain itself. Twenty years later, the paint of the Central Tower was faint and worn, and the inside was packed with the snow of many storms. However, it still rose out of the snow and ice, the crystal above it seeming almost unnatural to one who hadn’t seen what it used to be.

Seventy years after the initial description, even the central tower buckled under the weight of time. The spire snapped in half, the broken end soon obscured by thousands of meters of snow. The crystal had fallen onto the mountainside, and, although it continued to gleam, the relentless weather was slowly burying it along with the city it had once stood for.

If you were to travel to Alernis, one hundred years after the initial description, the only thing that remained constant was the mountain, which ultimately outlasted the towers once thought superior to it. Nature reclaimed the city, and a river runs right through where the city center used to be. Perhaps people will remember its original splendor and seek to re-tame the land. Then again, maybe not. Nothing lasts forever.

Daily for July 26!

Setting: A broken down castle made of huge, worn, stone rests in the center of an old forest. The red of the maple trees in the fall contrast with the dark of the towering stone walls and bring out the red banners which still hang in the castle's center. It has stayed here for many years, but rain has just started to damage the inside of the structure after part of the ceiling caved in. These rocks now sit in a pile just off to the side of the central room's middle, the bottom of them is plastered with gold that is now chipping, as it once decorated the whole ceiling in a magnificent display of wealth and power.

100 years later

After many years of ruin, the castle stands high, its red flags proudly displayed. Once home to woodland creatures, it was bought by a rich man and rebuilt. During the construction, they even found buried treasure and ancient artifacts they sold to get money. The rebuilt castle was then used as an orphanage, run and owned by the man who rebuilt it. The central room is now a big library for the kids to enjoy. The towers have many rooms which house the kids and their pets. In the castle courtyard, there is a giant tree where a well once stood. The kids like to climb the tree and play with the swing attached to it. The kids also grow fruits and vegetables in a garden. The orphanage also has a few pets: Grace the dog, James the cat, two goldfish named Bubbles and Coral, and four chickens. The children are taught by the rich man's wife, who used to work as a teacher. they even have special books and other ways of teaching for kids who have disabilities or disorders. Their food is supplied by the garden, a nearby farm, and some food companies. Every time a child leaves the orphanage, they receive a stuffed animal to remember all of the happy memories they made there. All of the kids like the small mango farm near the orphanage. Every week, the orphanage receive some mangoes so the kids could eat them. The orphanage has become famous worldwide, known as a place where any child can feel at home. Donations come very often, which is used to fund the construction of another castle in a different location. The kids have a large supply of toys they can play with, inside and outside. Whenever you visit the orphanage, you'll always be greeted by the happy laughter of the orphans.

Many years later, the castle was found by a rich man and he wanted to restore it. He gathered a team of skilled individuals and despite the warnings of some, he began the construction. They built up, trying to keep the architecture as similar and beautiful as it once was, the rich man didn’t only do this to restore the grand castle to its former beauty but also to capitalize off of it. He built elevators to the tallest towers, a cafe in the kitchen and finally a massive gift shop below the castle, in a basement they had just made. The castle, though, didn’t have a good foundation, it was cracked and corroded from the many years it had gone untouched. Not only that but the construction wasn’t finished, they still had ceilings to fix, banners to sew, gold embellish the castle with. Chairs, tables, ovens, microwaves, beds, chandeliers and so much more were put inside. The day before the castle, magnificent as it once was, had its grand opening, it collapsed completely, almost buried in the ground.

Afterwards, it was abandoned. The rich man was shamed for not following safety protocols and no one touched the project again. It was now just a pile of rubble now, now in worse shape than it was before it was touched by man. It had cost a lot of money, too much money, it would cost a fortune to restore it once more, and that was money no one was willing to spend. Was it even worth trying?

Years and years had passed, about a century to be specific and nature had run its course. Moss and vines tangled around the forgotten stones. Red maple trees surrounded the structure, spreading their seeds and blooming saplings on the broken towers. Animals had made the structure their home, as humans did centuries ago, burrowing between the cracks and using the tattered faded banners to keep warm.

Daily 7/26 (347 words)

After a century of work, the people had finished the proto-type of the lava-drainer, and they were ready to dispatch it above the surface of Onyx, to try and at least clear a narrow strip of lava-free land to pass by. After all of this work, all they had managed to do before was a small, thirty foot by thirty foot strip of clearing that was replenished the next day. Exactly 100 years after this author visited and documented the people of Onyx, the civilization decided to test it for the first time on a large-scale (as it had passed the smaller scale tests with flying colors). And it worked spectacularly. They dug a tunnel up and let it fly over, and soon they could see the sky. For the first time, a blue tint – and the sun, became visible. There was no lava for miles, only a black, smooth, shiny stone underneath. Probably some form of igneous rock. But as soon as the lava was cleared, the people began to hear a rumbling around them. Alas, somehow the lava had kept the entire structure of the tunnels beneath intact, and without it, the ground began to crumble. Everything hollow beneath the surface began to collapse in on itself as a huge sinkhole was formed. Today, there is a caldera where the lava once was. The people of Onyx, with their animal-like abilities, were easily able to evacuate and re-establish their civilization within the hole. However, they’ve also had to constantly construct and repair walls along the very edges of the depression, as otherwise they would’ve been flooded so often their civilization would be all but swept away. They took many of the plants they were farming underground, and were surprised to find that some of them grew into tall and lush trees. Other plants failed to adapt to the surface and died. To this day, the people of Onyx will import small amounts of lava in, just for nostalgia’s purposes, although the tradition has died down because the fire tends to destroy their crops and wood.

Main Cabin Daily 7/26
99 words and 307 words (406 total)

The prompt I gave: At the summit of the mountain, there's a field of boldly colored marigolds. Some say that they bring good luck to those who pluck them; many attempt to brave the jagged rocks and freezing temperatures to do so. Though the climb is fraught with cold, the flowers bloom bathed in sunlight. The land below is obscured by mist, and those who stand upon it feel as if they're on top of the world. Sometimes it's easy to forget that they're on top of a mountain that is, in fact, quite easy to slip off of.

The prompt I took: An abandoned town lies to the west of the big city. It isn't abandoned like the desolated buildings you see in pictures, it's more… fresh. Buildings stand neat and tidy in rows, paint still bright. Trash blows along the paved roads, only now noticeable without the bustle of day to day life. Ghosts of human life still haunt the town through the scuffed footprints outside the library garden. Through the untouched fruit in the supermarket, only just starting to rot, and in the gas station light that still shines bright in the night. The wind whistles a lonely song between the buildings, calling for something (or somebody) that isn't there. And so the town sits, empty and alone, the remnants of life still whispering in its cracks.

One hundred years later, this town has long since been destroyed. It went under a decade before someone decided they may as well bulldoze it and start fresh. It became a perfect little town, every house exactly the same shape and size and identical little green backyards. The real estate agents sat back and watched people flock to them, covering up the history and the people who fled. There’s no trash on the roads anymore, only cars and children content in the present. Who needed to know about the past when the community was safe and welcoming? And yet the remnants of life continue to whisper to those who live there, if only they would take a moment to listen.
There’s a junkyard in one part of the town, where broken remains of the previous ghostly buildings are scattered between the artifacts of everyone who has sojourned there since. Those who step in— whether children retrieving a ball that went too far, teenagers believing they were “brave” or “daring” for entering under moonlight, or anyone in between— can hear them. The people whose souls are still left in the old buildings even if they themselves are long gone. Everyone claims it’s simply an uneasy feeling, nothing to worry about. And the town continues to grow, and the people keep living their lives, and they all forget to trust themselves. They never stop to think that maybe this town has stories. Stories that were never told because the market was torn down before the fruit rotted. What used to be a library garden is now the same stony path that’s in every yard in the town. The broken glass of the gas station light lies somewhere beneath piles of memories.
Those who are intangible wait in the shadows of the clutter, hoping that someone will find them again.

daily - july 26
total words: 478
created setting: 174
The town of Alernis is built on the side of a mountain, with colorless buildings layered on top of each other in towers that, if placed on the ground, would reach past the mountain's peak. As the towers go up, there is less and less actual wall and more restrictions on what can be up there- while living on the top may be a symbol of luxury, it doesn't feel like it. Several of the buildings end in broken edges that nobody has come up to replace yet, and Alernis is mainly populated by people who stay in a desperate attempt to cling to their nolstalgic home as the rest begin to pack up and leave, sensing disasters coming soon or the promise of a better future in another town. In the center of the towers is the tallest one, above which is a prismatic crystal suspended in the air. That tower is the only one with color, painted in vibrant hues of blues and reds and greens, yet despite that it is abandoned.

chosen setting: tudorwink (@rocksalmon800)
words: 304
Tudorwink used to thrive, used to be more than the abandoned wreckage of a town it is now. Some of the treehouses have survived the passage of time, repurposed by animals and plants but left intact, but the portion of the town and rainforest closer to the volcano has been buried under layers of ash. Before the eruption, there were several centuries of peace. Tudorwink thrived, and so it expanded outwards, becoming a sprawling maze of bridges and treehouses that expanded throughout most of the rainforest. The other towns throughout the rainforest realized that if the volcano erupted and the range was at a certain point, Tudorwink’s destruction wouldn’t be early enough for some of them to get away, and they decided to move further away as Tudorwink expanded. Eventually, the peace ended when the volcano erupted and destroyed most of Tudorwink. The rest of Tudorwink’s inhabitants quickly abandoned the town and moved away to try to rebuild further from the volcano, eventually discovering the other towns and joining them. But the eruption that destroyed Tudorwink was just the beginning, as in their haste to move away from Tudorwink several of those towns had been moved to volcanoes that seemed to be mountains. In the ensuing destruction caused by said volcanoes, most of the remaining people were killed off and most of the rainforest lost. Now, only the remains of Tudorwink stand- the rest of the rainforest communities soon died out; if they hadn’t died to the eruption they soon died to the lack of resources or smoke that clouded the skies. Nobody currently alive remembers why Tudorwink existed- nobody even remembers that it did-, and the volcanoes continue to erupt to this day; even if somebody wants to explore the remnants of the rainforest, they will find it extremely hard to do so.

Crossed: An Anthology For A Broken Heart/Mind
July 2022 Writing Competition Main Entry
(1935 words, 1998 words with initial instructions)

IMPORTANT: To properly read this anthology, begin by reading every word, including the strikethrough words. Do NOT go back to read the non-crossed-out words yet. After the last poem, begin reading from the last poem until you reach the top poem, but this time, only read the words that are not crossed out. However, you still read each poem from top to bottom.

To the one who never failed to make me grin,
To the one I keep coming back to again and again,
I loved and recorded all the words you told me everyday,
I cherished your idiosyncrasies at all the times we met halfway.

Driving Through Town On A Sunny Morning

The city’s the storefronts, the traffic, a concord of sound,
But the city’s nothing without the people bustling ‘round;
You never awake to the usual buzzing of ringtones,
But to aromas wafting from the coffee shop below.

The weather is said to be a pleasant, balmy forecast
And it’d be true if it had mentioned a boiling sunbath
Steaming from the sidewalk cracks and fevering the windshield
‘Til every last surface melts into a scorching minefield.

The hands of children are glued to their chocolate ice cream cones
While their parents check the time and pinch at their sweat-drenched clothes.
Bare-chested men who’ve finished their morning jogs ‘round the block
Now cluster in the dark-tinted stains under trees in flocks.

I had believed the temperature could not get higher,
But just you wait when you notice the sun pulsate brighter,
Soon, we’ll be torched right where we’re standing in the afternoon,
Indeed we were torched right where we stood in the afternoon.

Letter to Self #1

I'm lying—
 I'm lying wondering how you can tolerate this society we live in,
  I live in an illusion that initially looked promising,
   promising is a word I lack an image to associate with,
    I associate with the person that I'm searching for,
     I'm searching for fantasies that I can tell myself,
      I tell myself to wait for another second and I don't feel any different,
       different reasons to keep taking chances and missing,
        missing a purpose that's worthwhile to keep going,
         keep going back to days when I looked a bit more happy,
          happy for figments I composed in my head to anticipate,
           anticipate your arrival from the doors in my head,
            head closer to surprise that will vanish any second now,
             now my thoughts are getting too good to be true,
              too good to be true is an idea to keep me moving ahead,
               ahead is a place that we are forced to seek out,
                out of my mind with the fact that I'm lying to myself.
                 —to myself

In An Encounter

The park learns to cleanse itself of people as sunset approaches. The hearts of children will lose their quickening pace and be reduced to quiet flutters. The chatter of friends and strangers will become the clatter of footsteps as separate paths part. The darkness is the holy water that floods the visitors out. A few more incantations and the last of the stragglers will be washed away.

The trees will shrivel into petrified statues at night. Or maybe this is just the lights playing tricks on my eyes.

Regardless, the view is paralyzed.

I wipe dust off
benches,
and I sit.

Tonight’s experiences will be filled with hazy moments that will rinse my mind of the memories I hope to forget.

The leaves fracture into shreds every time I pick one up.
Either the world is too fragile, or I am too reckless. Perhaps,
Both.

This is where we met—the place where memories erode away into a million grains of sand.

This is when we met—the time when the echoes of yesterday are heard from miles away.

I wait for a sign, but will I get it right this time?

The upbeat chirps of birds will be replaced with the cries of cicadas filled with melancholy. They spend their lives on enjoying the music nobody else wants to hear. Don’t worry, I don’t mind.

As the sun sets, the predictions come true. A spirit triggers the parking lot to arouse and go quiet.

When they are all gone, it is always a little eerie being alone. That’s why there are two of us.

I get up,
And take a few steps in no direction in particular. You are ahead of me.

I follow.

Walking On Curbs As Clouds Form Overhead

On top of the sidewalk, the talk of gossip never halts.
You may choose to disregard all their views and all their thoughts;
Or, even simpler, gaze straight ahead and wander away
For if you pay close attention, more problems will await.

To the barefoot woman stumbling through crowds with high heels in hand
And the weeping man dragging furniture towards a van
I did not pause to answer any of their pleas for help
As I had my places to be and rules to be upheld.

We strolled through cloudy streets bouncing questions at each other
And you ignored the child screaming for her absent mother.
We waited for the subway to roll into the station
And I waited for the vagrant to stop his complaining.

I finally took the metro back to your residence,
I forget all about the troubles and the hesitance,
As I stare through the window, hoping they found their answer,
As I stare through the window, hoping they found their answer.

Letter to Self #2

I don't know—
I don't know if everything I believe is true.
               It's true that I believe everything, and maybe that's my downfall.
                                Maybe if I fall down, I can be a different person with my new scars.
  My new scars can be a different person that will keep me company.
                            Company untethers me from the reality of things I need to do.
Do I need to tell myself the truth if I prefer the lies better?
                 I lie asleep better by choosing what I will believe in.
                                  You believe in what you want to.
                                            I want to be who I am.
                                                —who I am

Time of Day

You are the late nights in the basement playing billiards below a yellow glow,
You are the mornings in the bedroom laying sideways hidden in feathered snow,
You are the middays on the subway staying ahead of what the displays show,
You are the sunset on the front porch praying for times that we all yet to know—
You are the time of day I look forward to,
The moment I remember the most,
You are the dusk of all decline,
The dawn that drifts into a new light,
The punctured constellations that illuminate the cloaked abyss—
Your heart marks the stars that depart
the dark parts of a start that startles my spirit
You are universal, and I don’t mind that at all.

Tossed Turned Twisted Thinking

Your love was all the secrets shared under the covers. If only I had taken the time to see if you were there in the dark, or merely an idea I came up with to keep me occupied in the shadows. Without you, though, I am weak to the darkness that surrounds me. You are the guardian who will turn my fears into nothing. Without your love, I am just another lonely night staying up.
Without your promises, I have nothing.

Letter to Self #3

Who are you—
Who are you, I don't know.
I don't know what I want.
Want is a concept I try to explain to you.
You don't try to listen or reason anything out.
Out of this torture is all that I think of.
Of all the places I want to be, is it really in my mind?
Mind is a world where you get to tell all the lies you want to me.
—to me.

Running Through Rain During Thunderstorm Rifts

This finale begins with running in the pouring rain.
Everyone else condensates under the store overhangs;
I become the splashes of puddles, the pulse of footsteps
Wading past streetlights to the next intersection ahead.

My jacket is no protection against the sharp downpour
But I have a plan and nothing left to lose anymore
So I will run with the metronome of harsh thunderclaps
And I can't stop to think as my world begins to collapse.

I push past neon red hands and get many angry shouts
But for you, I won't stop when there's no time to turn around.
The water drowns out all the stampedes this city contains,
And all that is in view is the glint of submerged remains.

My honor has been soiled by the damage of this cloudburst,
But I will head inside to find redemption at my worst,
And hope that I can give you a reason to stay with me,
And hope that I can give you a reason to stay with me.

Elevator

1—
I can tell you why from all the instances I did everything to deserve—
2—
I put you higher than anybody else. You’re all that my life’s been—
3—
Trust me, and we can have this forever. We can have everything that the—
4—
In my mind, you’re all I think about, you are the only voice I can hear—
5—

Stairs

            I
           find
          there’s
         no
        solace
       when
      you
     simmer
    in
   the
  agony
 of
rejection.
You
 hurt
  me
   knowing
    well
     that
      it
       would
        break
         me.
         We're
        no
       longer
      the
     same
    pictures
   I
  look
 back
on.
All
 I
  can
   tell
    myself
     to
      do
       is
        continue
         going
          downwards.
          We
         spiraled
        together
       too
      recklessly,
     and
    now
   I
  recover
 all
alone.

Letter to Self #4

I bottle up—
    —All of the words I've wanted to say,
And instead wander through corridors, fearful of speaking up.
    —All of the feelings I wanted to express,
And instead turned away thinking you would understand me.
    —All of the concepts I wanted to communicate,
And instead wondered if you were going to read my mind.
    —All of the ideas I wanted to test,
And instead told myself everything was leading me nowhere.
    —All of the needs I wanted to fulfill,
And instead settled down hoping this was what I wanted.
    —All of the struggles I wanted to fix,
And instead persuaded myself this was the right path; I think.
    —All of the thoughts I wanted to disappear,
And instead ignored how I couldn't appreciate anything now.
    —All of the emotions I wanted to explain,
And instead convinced myself I'm fine being stuck in here.
    —All of the habits I wanted to change,
And instead reminded the world I can’t change when I’m just too tired,
    —the truth,
And instead pretended I loved all the strengths that break inside me.
    —all the strengths that break inside me

Sitting In Car On A Lonely Bleak Night

When your mind is heartbroken, steering wheels make good shoulders.
Every time you cross my mind, I feel a little colder;
We were both supposed to be seeing it all the way through
All I see now’s the rear view mirror exposing the truth.

I kick the pedals to find a reason for all of this
Grief but looking up at stars reveals not a single hint
Of a blessing to rescue me from the dark whispers
That will beckon to keep me safe as my own prisoner.

The parking meter counts down the time I have left to cry
And the nearby street lamp insults me with a blinding light.
It’s the city’s way to curse me for ever believing
So much to the point I did not see you slowly leaving.

I keep the headlights on and start the ignition softly,
And now I steer my way out and leave just like you taught me,
And I am still lost even with my simple directions,
And I am still lost even with my simple directions.

Crossroads

I only notice
The potholes and the road bumps
On the drive back home.

~ Crossed (1935 words)

(remember to follow the directions that were stated at the top of this post!)

Author's Note
To begin, I must credit “Stopping By Woods on A Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost, as this poem was parodied for four of the poems in this anthology. These poems are: “Driving Through Town On A Sunny Morning”, “Walking On Curbs As Clouds Form Overhead”, “Running Through Rain During Thunderstorm Rifts,” and “Sitting In Car On A Lonely Bleak Night”. While the sentence structures do not match up to avoid plagiarism, every line in these parodies has the same amount of syllables (14 syllables, while Frost's original poem had 10 syllables for each line), follows the same rhyme scheme (AABB), follows the same punctuation at the end of each line, contains the same amount of lines (16 lines), and contains some sort of repetition for the last two lines. I won't explain why I chose this specific poem to parody, but parodies are a common genre in poetry that rarely get the credit they deserved, and I really wanted to include them in my anthology for reasons I won't explain.
This anthology contains the types of poetry that are commonly ignored when people think of poetry. Specifically, this anthology contains prose poetry, structure poetry, parody poetry, and blackout poetry. I've always struggled writing prose poetry as I fear that people will read it as prose instead of poetry. The structure is one of the most important aspects of poetry, but many people fail to give it any consideration. There is always importance in sentence lengths, spacing, and positioning of words in poetry.
Before you complain about the strikethroughs I used to create blackout poetry, there was no other formatting method that would have accurately portrayed the weight of blackout poetry. Sure, I could've used italics/bold/underline to make it easier to read, but that ruins the reductive nature of blackout poetry. Blackout poetry is all about the removal of context to find your own hidden meaning in something, so that's why I used strikethrough.
This session, I wanted to experiment with both of my entries. I took a risk and submitted two unconventionally written pieces of writing for my fan-fiction and main entry, and I am quite proud of how they turned out. Last session, I wrote a massive author's note explaining the meaning behind my poem, but I won't do that this session because I felt like the only reason I placed in the writing competition was because of my explanation. So, no explanation this time, you can find your own meaning/explanation which is really what poetry is all about. For a general overview, this anthology is a series of love/self-reflection poems turned into breakup poems. The deeper meaning has to do with fantasies we create in our heads to keep us going.
Last session, I was told that my massive extended metaphor poem about fish dying in a fish tank got too long for the sake of being long, and I do agree with that. That's mainly the inspiration behind my anthology; I still wanted to submit something relatively long, but I didn't want to draw it out with just one poem, so that's why I wrote 15 poems ahaha. This was definitely harder than the entry last session because I had to create new vibes and come up with a new extended metaphor for every poem in this anthology, and that was definitely quite the challenge. The additional challenge of writing my poems in a way suitable for blackout poetry was also… time-consuming. Very time-consuming.
Anyways, thanks for reading this author's note, it didn't really contain anything important ahaha. I'd like to thank everyone who encouraged me to finish, from @Luna-Lovegood-LOL for letting me use her messages as my planning and revision station, to the entire daily team sitting through my complaining during late nights at 2 AM, to @-Alocasia promising to learn more Bastille songs if I finished. Thanks @Luna-Lovegood-LOL, @Bellevue91, and @creatiivity for proofreading and critiquing. Now, if you don't mind me, I have some sleep to catch up on.

daily july 26! hi fi!

(My original description)
Where the Ksadia River meets the Forgotten Sea, it forms a delta, a sort of wetland. It thrives with cattails, swamp lilies, spider lilies, with many other plants and willow trees right near the edge. At the center of the Ksadian Delta, lies the Ksadian grove, a tangled, beautiful mess of cypress trees that protects a giant blood red crystal in the center. The Ksadian delta is not all beautiful though, there are some spots that are very acidic and no life can thrive there. The only humans who live there are the protectors of the grove, and some say they aren’t even human. There is only one place on the delta that they fear and that is sinkhole near the western edge surrounded by sharp stone from where the land is still hard and firm. They call this place the jaws of death and some say they can hear the voice of the river there lamenting all that humans have done to it and calling to them to let it consume them.

the one i based part 2 on

https://scratch.mit.edu/users/pitau/
There is a singular lamp-post in the forest. It stands gleaming and proud, unscared by the hundred-foot trees that rise next to it. In the day, it is dark, letting the sun do its work. At night it shines, taking on its role to illuminate its patch of forest. The lamp-post is new to the area. It knows not why it is there.


part 2:
The lamp-post lies broken in the forest now petrified and burnt after years of war. In fact it’s basically all just stumps now. There are also a few burnt down cabins. In the ashes some remains of human belongings can be found: photos nearly burnt beyond recognition, a child’s doll with a mutated, melted face, smashed pottery, and more stuff that survived the fire. A few pieces of glass still remain from the lamp but they are now cloudy and dusty, no longer gleaming the way they once did. A few small and hardy plants have started to reclaim the forest, and some have grown over the broken lamp-post. Skeletons litter the forest floor, some older than others. Those who planted the lamp-post here, and those who fought against them. Some skeletons are older than others. A few of the plants seeking to reclaim the forest have grown over some of these skeletons in an attempt to mask the cruel ugliness of their violent demises. and there are still some places in the tough grass where you can see old bloodstains from battles over the last century. The vultures have picked the skeletons clean, and now the only life that dares venture here is some bugs from time to time, but even they will not make a home here. When flying aboves, birds make sure to go around this war-torn patch of forest for if they get too close a toxic sense of dread and despair fills them. The only reason bugs can come here is because their minds are so small the waste does not seem to affect it.
There was a reason the lamp-posted was planted, and before it fell it came to realize its purpose: to illuminate the evil of humanity and what they seek to do to the wild.


303 words for part 2 i don;t think the word count of the rest matters

July 27th
Daily 27 (306 words)
Used robin’s one.
After a hundred years, the humans would have already devoured the flowers of its home. Humans - a greedy species - have already developed a technology to navigate through the coldness of the mountain, and so far tens of thousands of people have reached the summit of the mountain in less than half an hour. They have built landing platforms and walls to protect those who have reached the top of the mountain. The humans have also plucked the flowers from the mountain, leaving only a few left standing. The humans have posed with selfies and cameras to photograph their experience and the flowers they have found. The mountain - due to global warming - would no longer have the foggy mist it used to have a century ago - in fact, the ground is completely seeable when they stand on the summit of the mountain.
Due to the lack of flowers that reside on the mountain, the citizens are protesting against the government to ban people from going to the top of the mountain. The only law enforced onto the mountain was that only people with a passport and citizenship id card are allowed to mount the mountain. It is no longer for tourist view, but only for those citizens who live in the city that can climb the mountain.
However, everyone else is protesting for further action - that only scientists can climb and study the flowers. They want the flowers to be protected to bring further luck into the city. Once they study the flowers, they can study how it reproduces, so that more flowers can be grown. If the government doesn’t enforce the law, the flower population will die out and there will be no more good luck that travels in the city. This is very bad for the citizens, who rely on luck for their day-to-day jobs.

Daily 7/26

Amerly, the land of sandstorms and insufferable heat, has been reduced to a charred desert wasteland. Smoke from the fires that once burned there long ago still hangs over the blackened sand dunes, forgotten but never gone. Perhaps it is the memory of the dead civilization that keeps these dark clouds alive, despite the raging desert winds that should have blown them apart when the last flame flickered out. The pieces of old brick are buried beneath silt and sand, lost to the passage of time. Perhaps, if one dug deep enough, they could find a charred building block or fire stone, remnants of this place’s past. Indeed, this broken desert land would make a wonderful excavation site; underneath the wind-blown sand, many man-made tools, clothes, and construction materials remain intact. In order to unearth them, though, an archaeological team would have to face fierce sandstorms and smoke-choked air. Just like Amerly’s original residents, few people would be willing to face harsh conditions such as those.

Amerly disintegrated quietly. It was not ended by war or plague or even a blazing inferno that ate up homes and terrified victims. The civilization’s people left slowly, tired of the heat and difficult conditions, ready to move on in search of a better life. There was an entire world beyond their desert home, one with ample food and water and other resources. In those places, the fires weren’t stiflingly hot, and the sandstorms weren’t so wild, and the air wasn’t painful to breathe on account of the smoke. Most people left quite readily, with few uncertainties and regrets. Those who stayed behind eventually perished, taken by sandstorms and hungry fires. Eventually, the human marks they left behind died too, brick houses and bone tools and cold fire pits swallowed up by the sand. The desert land they called home now lies empty and forgotten, shrouded by the smoke of many years past.

Word count: 319

daily 7/26
The abandoned building on the street corner sits desolate. Not a soul is around. The grandmothers that live a few blocks down are the only ones who remember its heyday, and even they are forgetting the prosperity of their youth. They do not remember the bright lighting, the laughs, the warm coffee. No, what they and their children see is all that they know — broken down pieces of the past.
Once in a while one of the grandchildren dare each other to go in the cafe. It’s haunting — the walls are covered in faded, dissolving, dust-covered photographs of a type of food that they have never seen in their life. The broken chairs and tables are jagged and covered in dust. Dried dirt covers the worn-down entrance mat, the welcoming message long since burned away by the persistent rays of the sun. The lightbulbs are mostly missing, but two or three remain, shattered and chipped. The filaments are ripped. There is no return for those lights.
The floor-boards squeak when stepped on, their screws loosened by time and their bodies swollen with dripping water from the caved-in roof above. In some places they are rotted, and pale dry earth is visible below. Parts of the floor have been ransacked as well, being rightfully seen as the resources they are. Who cares about a broken-down cafe when you are risking pneumonia?
All that remains, really, is a rust-blanketed silver bell at the entrance. Located too high for anyone to bother reaching for, it rings sometimes in the silent wind. The years have not treated it well; the salt-fumed air from the raging sea next door have corroded it far beyond the point of functioning — yet it rings, as a solemn reminder of what there used to be. Time gives, but it takes.

301 words

@JollofRice123's original description:
The cafe on the corner of the street is always bustling with customers. From small families in the afternoons to busy workers in the early mornings, the cafe is never quite empty. The front window has a nice view of the beach, with its golden sand and the eternally playful waves that dance upon the shore. It's a straight walk from the cage to the beach; just walk straight down the street and you're there. Then the cafe itself — there are posters on the walls pictures of pastries and desserts printed on them, outlining the delicacies available to satisfy your hunger. The tables are rounded and wooden, accompanied by wooden chairs with beige cushions on them and the floor keeps up the wooden theme, too. There are a couple of hanging plants by the entrance outside, and above them is a slightly rusty sliver bell. But the true cherry on top is the lights, which are a warm amber color — they give the cafe a warm ambience.

Mine:
After one hundred years, the cafe has begun to crumble. The street around it is often empty, and it's very rare to see a person hurrying by. The cafe closed years ago, its owners too old and too tired to keep it in shape. And this corner of town, despite the beach access it still has, has faded from its old cheerful self.
Across the street, the beach's waves still lap the shore, but its water has changed to a murky gray, matching the eternally clouded sky. The golden sand is streaked with mud, now covered in scraps of old newspapers, plastic cups, and even some of the cafe's old drinking straws.
Inside of the cafe, the wood has begun to rot. The walls, the tables, the chairs, and the floorboards are all fading to black, becoming creaky and unstable. If anyone visited, they would immediately deem the cafe unsafe for guests. Splinters stick out from the floor, ready to stab any potential visitors. All of the damp wood creates a peculiar smell, wet and earthy with a hint of smoke.
The lights have fizzled out by now, their bulbs clouded with years of built up dust and debris. No one dares turn them on in fear of the wires hanging from the ceiling, exposed by the falling apart wood and peeling paint.
The posters on the walls are tattered remnants of their old selves, few are recognizable anymore.
Outside, the hanging plants have grown—the one sign of life in this place. They now droop over the cafe's awning, covering up the cheerful sign hanging from it. They cover the door, as well, circling the handle in what looks like an attempt to guard it. Maybe that is for the best, who would want to visit a place like this anymore?

Naria smiles wickedly as she slowly opens the sewer grate, exposing the malicious world hiding behind the checkered facade. It was her haven, her home — a place she could always rely on, no matter her intent. The sewers didn’t ask questions. Which was great, considering the fact that almost all of what she did in them was somewhere between moderately and extremely illegal, a fact that the authorities seemed to have finally caught on to. Oh well. She was an expert at hiding, and there was no place like the city sewers to do so!

Dropping down neatly into the practically swamp like waters below, Naria could help but gag at the smell. No matter how long she spent down her, she would never get used to the wretched smell. It crept up her nose, infiltrating her sinuses and slowly crawling down her throat. Yuck. She could practically taste the overwhelming sewage flowing through it, an underground rive not so much made of water as decaying sewage, a medly of all sorts of junk, all in various sizes, states, and colors. It was utterly and completely disgusting, no matter how much time she spent here. Nothing could ever set aside the purely atrocious fumes that rose up from the curdly liquid symphony of waste, but she did what she must. This was practically a second home to her, after all, and she would be foolish to take it for granted.

Smiling, she slipped down into one of the more obscure passageways, pushing aside a wall of slime to reveal a tiny room. Perfect for hiding in. She now just had to wait until the finally gave up, and they inevitably would sooner or later. Eventually, they would realize that catching her truly was a lost cause, a mission for fools to waste their time with.

Daily #4

Total Words: 5817

Part 0-The Beginning
Words(133)

I entered the main cabin to look for some food from my cabin mates. I find a cabin mate and talk to them.

“Hello, I’m Ace!” I say. My cabinmate shakes my hand.

“Jill,” she says. Great start. I’m not the best at making friends, and the decision to join this camp was last minute.

“I’m so hungry! Do you have any food on hand?” I ask.

“I have some chocolate cake!” She pulled out a small tin can with a square piece of cake. It looked so good! I took it and ate it.

“Thanks so much! What do you want in return?” I ask, looking inside my pockets and backpack.

“Nothing! I love helping others.” We talked about food then the lights went out then turn back on.

Somethings up and I need to investigate.

Part 1-Judges’ Room and the New Room.
Words(417)

I go into the battlegrounds, because I love weapons. I look at them for a few moments. Weapons are dangerous and could have been part of the lights turning off. But I wonder what to do next. I could go to the word wars or the library, but I could also check the judges’ and sorters’ rooms!

I didn’t know what to pick so I randomly picked the judges’ room. I peek in to see no one in, but a few binders on the table. My curiosity gets the better of me and I decide to go in.

I hear someone sigh.

“Why isn’t anyone noticing me for the things I do?” the character says. I raise my eyebrow. Doing things for attention is a common motive. This person probably wants something, I have to keep an eye out.

I look to find a new room. It had no label and I checked to see if the door opened. It doesn’t. I try pulling, but that doesn’t work either. I peer inside to see if it's locked or jammed, but it's too dark and I don’t have a flashlight. I look around to see if someone, or something would help me. I then think about my brother. He’d help me in any situation. As I think about him, a small smile creeps up my weary face.

My Brother:
Ten Awesome Things About Him
He comforts me in the darkest moment.
Is cool and can play the violin.
I Love video games and I love listening to him talk about them.
Usually never mad at me.
Very good at math.
A cool, simple room that I love.
Things I bought him are hung up.
He does a lot of things I tell him to do.
He never uses the fact he is older than me against me.
Has a heart of gold.

The list I wrote unlocked part of the door. I then play a sorting game. I got 5 points. I then look around to see someone at the edge of the room. I walked up to him. I ask him if he can help me and he points to a pushpad at the far corner, next to the door. Plus, he tells me his name is Sam. Oooh. I haven’t seen this yet.

He tells me the code for the sections beyond the point of providing authorization, and I thank him a million times (literally). I successfully opened the door thanks to the help of Sam.

Part 2-Dining Hall and the Rankings
Words(298)

My hunger gets the better of me, so I step into the dinning hall. There are five long tables with many people I don’t know. I go to the table at the far right, full of chattering campers talking about their latest adventures. The flags symbolize what table I’m at. I looked at it and figured I was in Fantasy, Fairy Tales, and Mythology. I then immediately feel pulled into the comfy atmosphere.

Mythology Writing:
I feel surrounded by artifacts from back in the day. The room I’m in is way different from the rest. And a bit…weird. I take my weapons out in fear of monsters coming out. The artifacts were dusty, left for hundreds of years. I was in a cosmic universe with nothing but the house, and this room seemed the comfiest. I’ll enjoy this moment, because I don’t think I’ll ever feel it again.

I take a quick trip to check back if our cabin is in its rightful place, but they’ve been messed up majorly. The cabins have point 0 through -32839208 points, and the placings are nothing as I’ve last remembered it to be. I have to figure out how to fix them.
Five Achievements I’m Proud Of:
I got one trophy for math.
My teacher thinks my vocals are good.
I get really good grades.
I’m pretty good at art and I’ve got certificates.
And for coding, I’ve got some certificates too.

I play a quick sorting game and get 13 points. I then contact the Hosts to tell them the rankings have been messed up and to fix it quickly before they go back to whatever weird things they do during their free time. I then look contentedly at our cabin’s ranking. Thank god spreadsheets that have accurate counts.

Part 3-Throne Room and Broken Lights
Words(456)

I walk into the throne room with the shrines from SWC events. I didn’t know what shrine to pick, so I randomly was led to the bronze shrine for the honorary hosts. Many names such as Evi, Starr, and Cara and their portraits are hung up on the wall behind the throne.

Chekhov’ Gun Principal Writing:
The computer I use all the time is important. It stores my secrets and meanings. For the past computers and other devices, this is my current one. All my studying and virtual classes have been taken on this device. What I’m writing is from the computer. It will be used and I hope to use it for a long time. This device has a history that cannot be lost. It might seem like a gray computer with “Lenovo” on its side in a silver-ish color, but for me, it's something else. Something magical. It still sotres many things that might be there in the years to come. Anyway, I hope to add some design to it. It has already gone through some stickers which have been taken off. I use this computer every single day and have so much data stored on it. I have many other devices, but thai way has been with me for at least two crazy years since I moved here. What I’m trying to say is that the purpose of this computer is way beyond words for me, but I said the best way possible. My other computers no longer work or are no longer mine, but it will stay like that. Those are events from the past and this is now. As this computer is all in grays with no colors. All the color is inside the computer. I hope that this computer will last me and it will never leave my side. I got a new charger because the other one broke but that's ok. That charger will always be in my mind but my new charger is always charging my computer because I use it a lot. In the end, my computer AND charger will serve me well for at most a year or two more before I (maybe) get a new computer. P.S. I got this from Best Buy, hehe.

The lights then go out suddenly.

“What a weird occurrence,” I thought. I have to investigate further, but first, I have to get the lights back on.

15 minutes later…

I then played a sequence game to help switch on the lights. I got 10 points. I then contact someone to help fix the lights. Some time later, the lights are working again. Thank the gods for people who know how to do things-while I was just standing there cluelessly.

Part 4-Rec Room and the Entries’ Stealer
Words(384)

I walk into a set of rooms, also known as the “boring rooms” because they aren’t strictly related to SWC, but they're always full of campers. I decided to go into the rec room. Somep play Mario Kart while others boo and cheer as two people play air hockey as they hit the puck. The room is alive with noise and excitement.

A New World:
I feel… different. My hands and legs are intact, but what my eyes see are way different than the eyes of a 15-year-old could imagine! Kinda like Vr, except this isn’t virtual reality, it's real; I think anyway. I wonder if this is true though. The artifacts that make up the sculpture transported me here. I have no one I know, only animals, warriors, mages, and bards play, fight and have fun. Everyone seems kind. Some buy from stalls, others play games, or sell things. I wish my real life was as good, but yet, it's not. Some animals ran up to me and rubbed against me, as if they knew me.
“Weird,” I thought. Animals hated me in my old world. Here, it seemed as though everyone knew everyone. I’m the only one who doesn’t. There were no maps. Did this place even have visitors?? Well, I guess not. I continued walking around till I spotted something familiar. The artifacts that I put together are there, in the center of the crowd. I go up to it. My name is written on a silver plaque. Silv Young. My eyes widened. Is this a reward, or a reality I would forever be stuck in?

I walk around the main cabin and find the Writing Competition Judge screaming like a maniac saying “The entries are gone! The entries are gone!” Eager, I tell them I’ll help. The Judge sighs in relief and gives me a pointer.

10 minutes later…

I then play a collecting game and earn 49 points. The thief hasn’t gotten that far. When I follow the sound of their footsteps and the other three writing competition judges come in to help. I don’t get a good look at the face, but when the thief spots us, they drop the papers and run. I pick up the papers and hand them to the judges. Another sabotage is solved.

Part 5-Bulletin Room and the Broken Forums
Words(501)

I walk into a room with two bulletin boards with a cork-like texture. The boards have submission boxes, miscellaneous posts, and leaderboard rankings. Curiously, I look to see everything neatly organized. I walk over to the leaderboard rankings. My eyes roam till I find my cabin on the left, the exact number of points on the right. My eyes travel to the cabin opposite of mine and the point difference. I would like to go say hi to that cabin.

Writing Prompt with Opposite Ranking Cabin “you have been an immortal for a couple of centuries now. today, you're enjoying a drink at a nearby café, when someone approaches you and says, ‘hey, remember me? peru, 1821?’":
I love being an immortal. There are so many joys. Anyway, I’ve been immortal for about a couple centuries. Now, it’s 2022. I was enjoying a cup of tea when someone walked up to me.
“Hey, remember me? Peru, 1821?” What the? No one can remember me! I mean, I’m old and no one would live as long as me! I kept my immortality a secret for decades! The woman looked at my shocked face. She made a funny face and then the old memories revisited me.
“Lina!” I say. Lina was an old friend. She was always by my side like a sister. But one day, she asked me to be her girlfriend. But our parents didn’t accept it and we haven’t seen each other ever since.
“You got that right!” she said. I hugged. She pushed me away.
“Woah, tiger! Calm down!” I did. But it was all too much. I had so many questions, but one question crowded my mind.
“How are you alive? It’s been years!” I asked her. She chuckled. She was still the same. Remember when we kissed on the full moon?? When you kiss during a full moon, you get some power from your lover. I will still age, but very slowly, like every century will be a couple of years for me. I read it.
“Cool!” I said. I got up and looked down.
“Do…Do you wanna get some food with me?” I ask, embarrassed. Lina’s smile widened.
“Of course I do! Just like the old times!” she said. I looked up. A smile crept up my face.
“Just like the old times.”

Why I Appreciate ceebee (Scratch Team Member):
She’s very kind.
She is very alike to me, and I love someone who has things in common with me!
She tries to get on Scratch as much as possible.
Accepts lgbtq+ community.
Make amazing projects!

Best Ending:
The Scratch Team gets my message and when I reopen the forums, the work again. I type a thank-you to the scratch team for fixing it so quickly and go on to post and post my work.

-or-

Neutral Ending:
I tried reopening the forums but it still doesn’t work. I don’t think I’ll have to worry though, the Scratch Team is probably working on it right now.

Part 6-Candyland and a Broken Elevator
Words(317)

I see a garden full of food. There are many places to go but I chose candyland. candylanguagegirl, the founder of SWC reference. I grab some chocolate but it turns to dust. Everything’s fake.

Amnesia Path:
I woke up on the ground in a building. What is this place? I was in a room with three shrines in gold, bronze, and silver. Weird. I got up and brushed the dust off me and I continued looking around. This place was beautiful, but how did it end up here? I was still thinking about that when the lights went out.
“How do I turn them back on?” I think. I mean, I don’t even belong here, is this a game? I stare silently into the darkness. Um, nah, I’ll leave it. I wish I could help but don’t know the controls. I walk out of the room. I go into the “Main Cabin” to see the words SWC printed in big letters.
“Scratch Writing Camp…?” I whisper. What is that? I walk and put my hand on the letters on the wall. I sigh and turn to go to the dining room. I go to the Dystopian table. Firetender puts an arm on me. How did you like the prompt? Was it good enough?
Suddenly, everything that happened up until was remembered.
“Yeah, it’s good.” I said.
“Perfect,” Firetender said. Afterwards, we just talked.
I wonder if the sabtoger gave me amnesia.

The elevator wasn’t working, but we were going to make it work.

10 minutes later…

I then play a quick counting game. My score is 41 points.

Best Ending:
I try to use the elevator again to find that it works this time! I’m so glad….

-or-

Neutral Ending:
I tried to use the elevator again but it didn’t work. I try spamming the buttons but nothing happens. I guess I’ll have to use the stairs.

Part 7-Workshops and the Roof Fire
Words(530)

I go into the bright weekly workshops. I was so excited about the entries. I pick fanfic. I was so impressed by how neat the room was. Three tables were placed in a row, same size but with different items. Curiously, I walked in. I pick the catcher's consistency to see a fairy on a mushroom. I enjoyed fairy characters because of their consistent manners. I think of how this fairy and my favorite character are so similar.

Fanfic Writing:
I thought about my favorite character for a very long time until suddenly there was a large red explosion. Woah! So pretty! And they appeared…Nezuko? I came up to her. She was definitely way older than me, by about three years? She bent down and I patted her head.
“Oh so adorable!” I say out loud. Nezuko is my favorite demon slayer from the show emon Slayer: Kimestu no Yaiba. Even though Nezuko’s a demon, she is very sweet. I didn’t know what to do with her, so I tried not to make her move around too much. So cute!! I then though about the plushie on the table.
“What if I think about her going away, I mean it should work.” I think. Then someone else walks into the room. He stops in his tracks.
“Oof, I was stuck with the same problem. Just give it a bit of time. Write about your experience with her, I’ll never forget mine.” he said, then he left. No name, nothing. Ok. Anyway, this shouldn’t be too hard. But Nezuko tore up the fairy plushie when my back was turned.
“Dang it!” I say. I know how to sew a bit, so I’ll try to stitch it back together. I then look around to find a sewing kit when I come across the closet. I opened it to find so many random things, but also a sewing kit. Perfect! I took the supplies and started stitching the fairies back together. Itt worked! Now I need to put it back…
Meeting a cute demon isn’t something ordinary. Let’s hope others get to enjoy this moment too. With that, Nezuko disappeared, just like how she arrived. But there was a pink piece of cloth on the ground, similar to the bow in her hair. I picked it up. What a wonderful souvenir to remember meeting her.
I would definitely miss this moment.

The fire alarms start beeping and I check to see what's going on in the nearest computer. Then, a fire appears. It turns so big that it turns bright chalk white. I need to spot the fire from spreading.

5 minutes later…

After thinking it through, I knew exactly what I needed to do. The fire hadn’t gotten as far as I expected, but it was still huge. I have to keep turning the faucet and filling it with water. Kind of like a game, but this is a serious game.

Best Ending:
I got 63 points and the fire stopped! I was able to put out the fire with the water I had.

-or-
Neutral Ending:
I got 63 points but the fire didn’t stop. I saved the library at least.

Part 8-Kitchen and the Basment’s Gas Leak
Words(364)

I step into a room with the four doors and the scent of vanilla, but I can’t tell where it's from. A beeping timer catches my attention and I pull open the door that leads to a pastel kitchen. I pull open the first cabinet to find sweets glistening with sugar. Imma just snag one, let's hope no one notices.

Something That’s Comforting for My Character and I:
You know what's comforting to me? It’s writing. Writing and writing and writing. Writing my feelings out. Usually I prefer when people don’t read my private stories, so it's when I don’t feel comfortable about writing. But I can express so many thoughts and feelings. I actually have my own journal to write down thoughts and things I do during the day. But sometimes when people read them, it feels embarrassing. Like my journal is my friend that can keep secrets unless someone opens it up. You know, many people feel comfortable with different things, but I don’t have one thing I’m actually comfortable with. It's the same with many other people. Let's hope they don’t mind having my secret literally everywhere. I have many journals, but my first one will always be special. This feels like an entry already. Anyway, writing is one of the most comfortable things for me to do. It helps in so many ways, sometimes it's easy to understand why I write in my journal and other times it’s difficult to understand why the heck I write in one. But all in all, that’s all it just gotta say. P.S. Try writing in a journal, it’s a lot of fun!!

The alarms blare once again and I check to find that there is a gas leak in the basement. Luckily, everyone made it out without being harmed. I then set my mind to figure out a way to contain the gas leak.

15 minutes later.

I then play a sort of timing game to contain the gas leak and get it about thirty times. I then rush down and some people are boarding up the basement. They hand a gas mask to me and we successfully stop the gas leak.

Part 9-Daily Team Room with Bakie and the Flood
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I head into a big room that seems to hold meetings. Oh my gosh! They are the amazing daily team members! There are booths lined across with the members neatly around a massive table. I don’t have enough time to talk to everyone, so I pick…?

The sounds of musical clicking of crystals, I see Bakie is rearranging her ceramic elephants for the millionth time. She sweeps around for more trinkets to display, I catch her and she grins.

“Hello there, what do you think of this? Maybe it looks better here…” Bakie continues shuffling objects among them is a napkin stand with slips of paper.

“Ohh would you like a challenge?” She picks up the stand and hands it to me with a wink.

“Take one of these,” she says.

A Special Character:
Valentina (good name?) is one of the charterers I made up in a story called “Believe” (that I made up). Even though she might seem boring and is not good at studies, she has a spark in her that keeps her going even if no one cares about her. She had brunette-colored hair with black highlights. She always wears blue or black. She hates studying and has divorced parents. Really in the beginning, nothing was special about her, but in the end, she is so talented! She is kinda an emo in the beginning of the story but she turns pretty soft at the end. She absolutely hates people. Basically, in the beginning, she is the polar opposite of herself in the end. I would draw her except I don’t know how to draw. Plus, she’s actually really nerdy . She doesn't believe in anything, (reminds me of the song believer) even god. She has no motivation. She is beautiful lesbian and once she gets friends that she trusts, it what motivates her most of the time.
And she lives a good life if you believe she can. Oh, and she is not what I say she is.
(I’m losing motivation to finish this ^^.)

I then walk into a room which is very shiny. I bend down to touch the ground to confirm that it's water. I go back to the cause of the flood.

“It’s probably plumbing,” I think. I hope someone fixes it in time, I mean, everyone here is so dedicated. I hope I'll be around to help clean up.

Positivity Flood:

-Aquaira-
People I thanked:
@mossflower29 Moss, thanks for all your help. You're literally the only reason why I did weekly 4^.^. I will thank you three times instead of thanking three people.

@Firetender thanks for giving me the prompt. It turned out great!

@Eveedonut for thinking so much about people. You deserve lots of love!

I then play a timing game and score 108 points. I contact the staff and start cleaning up the water. There are many things going wrong in the main cabin, but I feel happy to help out. Jill from before helps me clean up as best as we can in no time! We then take the water and use it to water the plants on the roof.

Part 10-The Memory Book Photos and
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I go into the basement to find chattering of the Memory Book and Postscript Committees all bustling about.

One says “There’s not enough room for usernames!”

“This article didn’t come with a name,” a Postscript editor sighs.

I really want to explore further areas. I go to the side of the room specifically working on the Memory Book. My eyes look down to the floor, where supplies are scattered messily everywhere. One of the committee members looks at me apologetically.
“It’s messy, I know, but we’re getting a lot done.” they say. I believe them. Even though the mess of writing and colored pencils, papers, scrapbook photos and printed usernames on the three tables, there is some distinction between the tables. One of them is filled with pictures and memories, as well as cameras and tape, and I feel instantly drawn to it. One of the committee members says that we’re at the photography section. I sift through the pictures to find our cabin mates and I laughing together while stuffing our faces with pizza. A small smile breaks across my sad face. I can’t believe that SWC is going to end soon. Even though I didn’t participate as much as everyone else did, I still had lots of fun during these times.

Nogastila Feelings in my Life:
There are so many times when nogastila comes to me, usually when I read books or watch shows and they end. I can’t get over it for weeks. I would find something to replace it, but it's somehow just different. But here is the times I really want again:
With my friends. If only I could find my mail and find one of my old friend pen pals. It happened. Months ago. Maybe it has been almost two year since I last got or sent her an email. Don’t get me wrong, I love my present friends, but I want my old friends too, you know?. The ones I haven’t seen in a long time. I hope they feel happy with or without me. They should have probably gotten over it. I just wanna relive that moment so I can properly get their email or addresses to mail them. Just why though, why can’t I ever see them again. I don’t have a clue about where they are or if they’re still in Virginia Beach, VA or if they moved. I only have a yearbook with their faces in them. It gives me butterflies in my stomach and a sore throat.

Neutral Ending:
The story will never end. The cabin is in good condition for all we’ve done, but we failed to do one thing. An important thing:to find the imposter who sabotaged the cabin and few campers still remain missing. Perhaps I’ll never find them, who knows?

To End This Story (Neutral Ending):
Personally, I’ve loved my experience as a camper, but there will always be one person that hates SWC and wants to sabotage the camp. Even myself I wonder if I’ll ever be able to do SW again and find the mystery imposter.
I turned back to my cabin. But once I return, I find that I don’t feel as comfortable staying in my room. I decide to look around and get some food ^.^ I go into the dining room, feeling way more comfortable being surrounded by campers and the warm, but cool atmosphere. I wonder how people are so happy even with the sabotage. I try to thank everyone that has helped me resolve all the sabotages I was able to fix. I didn’t automatically get a message, so I had to wait. I walk, get some food in front of the cafeteria and head back to my room. Some of my cabin mates were chatting, and I wanted some company.

“Hi,” I say. “Do you mind if I join?” One of the girls nods.

“Sure you can join!” A smile creeps up my face. They make room for me and I sit down. Then, we just talk. Talk about things that we’re gonna do now, later, or we wish we did in the past. Then, Moss came in. All except me said hi to Moss. Well, I did say hi, just last.

“Hi Moss!” I hugged her, and she hugged me back.

“Hi Ace,” Moss says.

“You’ve helped me so much during SWC. I can’t thank you enough! Without your help, I would have never touched SWC, which would suck! I’m definitely joining the next one!” I say with much gratitude.

Moss grins. “I’m glad I helped. You and all other cabinmates have made SWC just as special as any other. We’re glad to have you.” My smile widens even more.

Moss leaves and we go back to talking. We all decide to go to the daily teams room to talk to them for a while. Then, we went to the basement and went our separate ways for a while, but I went back to the cabin, alone. I didn’t feel like doing much, so I wrote in my journal of all my experiences. I wonder if the next SWC will be just as good.

Thirty minutes later…

All the cabinmates from before came back to the room and they all talked about their experiences. They also took turns writing in my journal! I don’t know if things will be the same when I leave, but it’s all good. We followed each other on Scratch and we coded a project together: Our own SWC Memory Book! A memory we made. It had pictures of ourselves and other kind and fun hosts, members, and campers. We only have a few days left of camp, less than a week, literally!

Then, it was already night time after a busy day, we all said goodnight. They were some very fast friends that I made. I then check my messages from Scratch and stuff to see if anyone responded to my thank-yous. I got responses, but it wasn’t what I was expecting. All of the messages said “Help.” I gasped. Something is going on. Something terrible.

What am I going to do?

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Best Ending:

I know who the culprit is. Or actually, culprits. Anyway, it’s none other than the daily team! They’ve been the ones sabotaging, kidnapping, and terrorizing all the culprits. The main cabin is intact thanks to my hard work and the others who’ve responded to me. *Proud* Anyway, I rally all the campers so we could all overthrow the daily team.

“If you overthrow us, this will be your last week for this session!” one of the team members shouted as the crowd I gathered grew rapidly in numbers. Soon, every single camper I know is there. The crowd continues pushing the evil members deeper into the forest.

“This won’t be the last of us! Just you wait! We’ll always come back!” they said.

To End this Story (Best Ending):
Personally, I’ve loved my experience as a camper, but there will always be one person that hates SWC and wants to sabotage the camp. Even myself I wonder if I’ll ever be able to do SW again and find the mystery imposter.
I turned back to my cabin. But once I return, I find that I don’t feel as comfortable staying in my room. I decide to look around and get some food ^.^ I go into the dining room, feeling way more comfortable being surrounded by campers and the warm, but cool atmosphere. I wonder how people are so happy even with the sabotage. I try to thank everyone that has helped me resolve all the sabotages I was able to fix. I didn’t automatically get a message, so I had to wait. I walk, get some food in front of the cafeteria and head back to my room. Some of my cabin mates were chatting, and I wanted some company.

“Hi,” I say. “Do you mind if I join?” One of the girls nods.

“Sure you can join!” A smile creeps up my face. They make room for me and I sit down. Then, we just talk. Talk about things that we’re gonna do now, later, or we wish we did in the past. Then, Moss came in. All except me said hi to Moss. Well, I did say hi, just last.

“Hi moss!” I hugged her, and she hugged me back.

“Hi Ace,” Moss says.

“You’ve helped me so much during SWC. I can’t thank you enough! Without your help, I would have never touched SWC, which would suck! I’m definitely joining the next one!” I say with much gratitude.

Moss grins. “I’m glad I helped. You and all other cabinmates have made SWC just as special as any other. We’re glad to have you.” My smile widens even more.

Moss leaves and we go back to talking. We all decide to go to the daily teams room to talk to them for a while. Then, we went to the basement and went our separate ways for a while, but I went back to the cabin, alone. I didn’t feel like doing much, so I wrote in my journal of all my experiences. I wonder if the next SWC will be just as good.

Thirty minutes later…

All the cabinmates from before came back to the room and they all talked about their experiences. They also took turns writing in my journal! I don’t know if things will be the same when I leave, but it’s all good. We followed each other on Scratch and we coded a project together: Our own SWC Memory Book! A memory we made. It had pictures of ourselves and other kind and fun hosts, members, and campers. We only have a few days left of camp, less than a week, literally!

I go to check my messages to see if anyone responded on Scratch, and I got so many thank-yous from everyone. I was so happy! I went to sleep and dreamed of all the things that happened today.



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