July 1 | Intro 1 | 206 Words | just an intro
July 2 | Buck-beak and the Heat Wave | 928 Words | Real-Fi (Animal perspective)
July 3 | Compliment Your Mirror | 460 Words | True Story
July 4 | vague vs ambiguous | 514 Words | Dialouge
July 5 | Better Late Than Never | 312 Words | Real-Fi
July 6 | Aquarius | 646 Words | Real-Fi

July _ | Name | Word # | Genre


July 2-3 | 4 Studio Themed Poems | 219 Words | Poetry
July 2-7 | MC Weekly | 3,707 Words | Fan-Fic
July 27 | Among Us | Word 4768 | Weekly


July 2-29 | My first RP in SWC! - It continued - it continued again lol | 864 Words | RP

*-Links are to the first reply I get (not my comment), total word count is for all my RPing in linked comment thread


July 2 | We're all Mad | 96 Words | Poetry
July 7 | I Remember | 79 Words | Poetry
July 24 | The Climb | Word 501 | writing CoMpEtItIoN
July 29 | Take my Hand | 50 words | Poetry | Final Scroll!

July 1 | Intro 1 | 206 Words | just an intro
Daily:
“Hi! I'm Angie, and this is my first SWC! I love reading, crocheting, D&D, and a whole bunch of other stuff! I am in Poetry cabin so- POETRY FTW!! And if you think other wise good luck but if you are an enemy we will bring you down!! /lh another few things about me: I constantly change what genre I write in, but I mostly write poetry and have been for over a year. I love cats… and this daily is getting hard because I'm not much of an interesting person /hj I'm still kinda working on an OC…(while RPing as her Yes, mistakes were made) but I'll tell you the things I've decided:She goes by Angie and/or Alice, Neutral-Good, is an all-over-the-place kind of person (not energy wise though), wears older fashion because why not, and you can see her description as the glitchy picture in my pfp. So she’s basically just another side of me. My favorite animal is a dragon, and favorite color is yellow. I use a lot of symbolism. I'm a daydreamer or romantic (whatever you want to call it) and my favorite rose color is yellow with red tips. Feel free to RP with me anytime!”

July 2 | Buck-beak and the Heat Wave | 928 Words | Real-Fi (Animal perspective)
(currently blasting Sound of Silence Cover by Disturbed on my noise canceling headphones on full volume, highly recommend. it's a song you can get completely lost in)
Daily:
Me: 'Will the main character be my pet chicken?“
8-ball: Yes
Me: ”will this be a sad story? Yes for sad, No for happy"
8-ball: Yes
Me: ;-;
Word count: 928
It was summer. The next few days, were supposed to be the hottest, and the family in the giant coop was getting ready to migrate North for a week. Well that's what Buck-beak guessed from her tiny coop in the backyard. She could hear yells and shouts coming from the giant coop, stuff like, “Alice, did you get the sunscreen?!” and, “Where's my phone? I'm NOT leaving without it!” The shouts were barely heard across the yard. But as Buck-beak had nothing else to do, she sat and listened, trying to get as close to the ground as possible to cool off. She wished there were other chickens and hens to talk to, at the very least they could be entertaining. The human gossip was interesting, but she couldn't mess with it at all. Buck-beak shuffled to get lower, the heat seemed even worse with feathers that trapped warmth like an oven. She felt sticky, like she was slowly melting. She was about to fall asleep, when the back door slammed.
“Dang it's hot, glad we're going North” Alice, the daughter of the coop, came out with a bowl of water in her hands. Her hair was dirty blonde, and her eyes were the color of her hair, the only accurate way to describe the strange color. She was wearing brown, loose pants held up by suspenders. The suspenders then disappeared behind a waistcoat vest with a white, short-sleeve puffy shirt underneath. “Here you go Buck-beak, to beat the heat,” Alice came over, and when she opened the coop and set the bowl in, Buck-beak saw there were little cold rocks floating in the water. Finally! She was so thirsty, she was almost willing to drink her own sweat. She ran the 2 feet across her coop and started drinking the cold water. While she was gulping down the cool drink, Alice walked away, mumbling something about finding her phone. Once Buck-beak took a breath in between gulps, she saw the little cold rocks were even smaller, which alarmed her greatly. She better drink all the water, before the tiny cold rocks went away and the drink wouldn't be cold.
The rest of the day passed by, the family left on their migration, and the little cold rocks were gone. Night couldn't have come soon enough. She fell asleep in the comfort of a chilled darkness. The same darkness that kept her company. If only the darkness would speak back.
The next day when the sun was a quarter high, an old lady came. She was nice, called Buck-beak a, “Pretty bird,” and went gave her water. Buck-beak watched a fellow bird, a dove, sit on an electric wire above her while she waited. Another slam of the door. The old lady came, and walked over. She was wobbly, and the bumpy dirt didn't help. The water was spilling into the dirt! Buck-beak squawked, trying to tell her to be careful, the water was spilling.
“Yes, yes I'm coming. I don't move as fast as I did once,” and she became even more wobbly the faster she moved, spilling even more water. Buck-beak decided it would do less damage to keep quiet. After several seconds, the lady got to the door. She opened it and set down the bowl, which contained a fifth of what Alice had given to her yesterday. But she drank what she could with a beak, and dug another hole to sit it.
The heat was even worse today. Eventually, the cooling effects of the water were swept away. Buck-beak felt as though she had just been sprayed with the water-spitting-snake. She could only dig in the dirt more. Eventually, the dove came down to her.
“Are you okay?” It asked, tilting its head.
“Just… a little hot…” Buck-beak gasped.
“You know, once the sun lowers a bit, it will be even worse, and there wont be shadows to stay in.” the dove looked concerned, it genuinely was worried for Buck-beak.
“Well, what should I do?” Buck-beak was getting desperate, she couldn't be in direct sunlight! It would be the end for her.
“See up that ramp? That must be your nesting box. It looks dark up there. It might be cooler,” The bird flew up to the outer lid of the nesting box, “I must be off, my nest is waiting. May you soar high!” (“May you soar high” was a bird term. It's like saying have a good day, time, or life if 2 birds were never expected to meet again.)
“May you soar high,” and the dove was gone. Buck-beak slowly got up, and stumbled up the ramp. She stumbled into the nest box. It was a wall of heat, or perhaps like those big squares of fur humans wrap around themselves. The box wasn't cooler, it was worse! It was like… she couldn't think clearly, and was having a great trouble remembering what she overheard to be a box humans cooked food in. She… she needed to leave! She couldn't move though. In fact, now the heat seemed to disappear. She felt tired. Buck-beak saw the darkness, it seemed to grow darker. Maybe she'll take a… a nap. A nap wouldn't hurt, right? With each passing second, the heat seemed less and less and she grew more tired and tired. She lay there, the darkness wrapping her. Like it was laying a wing on her, comforting her. Buck-beak drifted off to sleep. Thinking to herself how she couldn't wait until Alice came home with the little cold rocks in water.

Author Post Note:
1. Buck-beak is currently alive and well, and has a friend chicken, Odd-One (somebody else named her), and they are both happy and get time out of the coop ever so often.
2. This is to raise awareness for pets that live in hot weather. I never thought I'd say that. My family has lost many chickens to heat-waves. If your area is expecting a heat wave, please keep all pets inside, and if that can't happen please provide your pet with lots of “little cold rocks” (ice cubes), misters, or other ways to stay cool during summer and heat waves. Be sure not to leave pets for long periods of time in cars, as this could have the same effect as the nest box did for Buck-beak in the story.

July 2 | We're all Mad | 96 Words | Poetry
I took a prompt from the poetry waterfall: make your favorite quote into a poem:

“But I don't want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked. “Oh, you ca'n't help that,” said the Cat: “we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.

Words: 96
“I don't want to go with the mad people”
A little girl once said
Years later she would learn
To stick to that she'd have to leave her head
She had ignored the cat when he spoke the truth
She had thought there couldn't be any proof
After leaving Wonderland,
She thought she was safe
But reality, she found
Was more mad a place
She dreamed and dreamed to return
And leave the world as it burned
But she chose to leave, it was too late.
Let's hold our dreams close
Before life cracks our plates

July 3 | Compliment Your Mirror | 460 Words | True Story

Today is Compliment Your Mirror Day! We all have good things we’ve done in our lives that we should be proud of, and acts of kindness are one of them. So today, for 400 points, write at least 300 words writing about a time you helped someone!

Word Count: 460

Sooo, this is something I currently do every 2 weeks actually. I think sense… I don't know… ever sense around 3rd to 5th grade I've wanted to volunteer at the preschool section of my church but I learned I was too young. Years later I currently volunteer with that age group every 2 weeks and I have a blast doing so! We actually finished a day camp recently and I was leading a group of 5-year-olds along with 2 other people. To me it's incredibly fun working with such a young age group! Since I need about 200 more words… I'll tell a specific time recently that happened. So on this day I was working with the 4-year-olds, and I noticed one of the leaders comforting a kid that missed his family. His older sister just went to the 5-year-old room and is no longer with him in the age 4 class. I was about to step in and help but he calmed down. I put it in the back of my mind, he's fine now. I turn around and less than 5 minutes later he's crying again. Apparently some kid pushed him, so I went over and he couldn't remember who it was so I decided it would be best just to make him feel better. He wasn't injured, but the room was very loud and he kept crying so I took him out to walk around, he calmed down and we talk about siblings, etc. He still missed his family but he wasn't crying. After the lesson and snack we took the kids out and let them play in the preschool play area. I was playing with the kids when I found these building puzzle things made to build forts, chairs, anything you could think of. So what do I immediately think of? A cage. I immediately think of building a cage just big enough to fit one of the kids. The "puzzle pieces) had holes in them big enough for the kids to see out and it was very easy to take apart, so it wouldn't be like locking them in a box to the point of no escape. I ask the same kid from earlier if he wanted to be in a cage and with much enthusiasm he says yes. A few other kids and I continue to build around this boy, and it cheered him up a lot. That day I had to take down and rebuild the cage about 5 times because other kids wanted to be trapped too. That's just a story that came to mind right away because it happened pretty recently. Working with kids is an adventure, if you're considering volunteering or starting a job involving kids, I highly suggest it!

-snip-

July 4 | vague vs ambiguous | 512 Words | Dialogue
~dAiLy~
Word count: 514
Vauge:
“What's that?” Jeff said, extremely confused.
“What?” George couldn't see anything Jeff could be referencing.
“That!” Jeff and George were both sitting on the couch, both texting each other, though they were sitting and inch apart. Jeff finally broke the silence to ask George a question.
“What?“ George was getting frustrated, why ask a question just to be vague about it!?
”That? Don't you understand?!“ Now Jeff was getting frustrated. He stands up suddenly, letting his phone fall to the couch.
”You can't say, ‘What’s that?' and not specify what, ‘that,’ is!“ Now both boys were yelling.
”Well when I ask, ‘what’s that?' it's because I don't know what, ‘that,’ is!“
”Is it something you see?! A sound?! What!?“ George was almost hysterical with anger now.
”What's that noise! Are you happy?!” Jeff was finally making sense.
“Yes!” They both paused to try and listen to whatever sound Jeff had heard.
The noise was like a a quick tuned little song. It went for 10 seconds before a little twig snapped and the noise was gone. Jeff still looked terribly confused, and George facepalmed.
It was a bird.
The entire argument happened because Jeff couldn't figure out what a bird call was.
“I can’t believe you,” George said.
“What?” Jeff was still thoroughly confused
“I mean you didn’t get that?” George was confused by the fact that Jeff was confused.
“GET WHAT?” And now everyone was getting mad again.
“It was a bird! You nitwit!” George yelled.
“What was the bird?!” Jeff still didn’t understand.

Ambiguous:
Amber and Joseph are both playing with their dog, who apparently loves to chase the laser pointer much like a cat. “It's funny how much she loves it!” Amber giggles. Joseph is pointing the laser this way and that, much to the dog's enjoyment. Amber, noticing how she hasn't gotten a turn yet, says, “Hey Jo, can I see the laser?”
“Sure!” He holds it up, and says, “I don't know why you want to look at it, but I understand if you appreciate the design,” He says, smirking and holding it just out of reach.
“Haha, real funny. Now let me see it please!” Amber begged.
“But you are looking at it!” Joseph says, continuing the tease.
“Come on Jo, you know what I mean. I just want a turn!” Amber still whined, much to Joseph's amusement.
“Fine,” giving in, he tossed the laser to his little sister. She grabs it, and plays with the dog. She eventually ditches the laser she worked “so hard” for, and started wrestling the dog herself. Joseph laughed, and watched his sister wrestle on the ground.
“It’s amazing isn’t it?” Joseph thought, “Just how one thing can mean two things. That’s how confusing our English language is.”
“Hey, sis, can I see the laser?” She paused her wrestling and smirked.
“Sure, you can look at it!” Joseph laughed, caught in his own joke!
“You know what I mean!”
“I understand if you like the design, it’s rather intricate don’t you think, JoJo?”
“I told you not to call me that!”

July 5 | Better Late Than Never | 312 Words | Real-Fi
MC Dailyyyyyy~
Better Late Than Never

Note to self: Use these prompts later! wrote:

Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Ignorance Is Bliss

Better Late Than Never
I raced around the house. Not again! I cannot be Late again. I grabbed my purse and looked for the keys… The keys! Where are the keys?! I looked around frantically and saw them across the house on the dining room table. There! I sprinted across the house and sprinted back. Finally! I can leave the house and- crunch! I lifted my bare foot. Shoes. Where are my shoes? I went back in… they're not in the shoe rack, my room, or under the couch… where could the be?! I raced across the house to the table, and saw them next to te chair. That's right! I kicked them off when I sat down for dinner. I hurriedly put them on, and raced outside to my car. I stuck the key in and… the car didn't start. I hit my head on the wheel, pressing the horn. Im going to have to call my brother to come out and fix my car, at most I'd ve an hour late! I pressed the horn with my head again. Uuuughhh……

“What's your excuse this time Ms. Carrie?” My boss wasn't happy. This is my 4th time late this month…
“My car didn't start sir,” I left out the fact that I overslept.
“And do you have anything else to say?”
“Better late than never? I mean- um- sir?” I should not have said that. I just lost my job for sure!
“…You know Ms. Carrie, once your previous job told us about your tardiness we decided to tell you work started an hour before it actually does… So believe it or not, your on time. Still, I would like you to continue to attempt to get here an hour early because if you do, we'll pay you for the extra time. Got it?”
“Yes sir!” Relief flooded over me, I won't lose my job!

July 6 | Aquarius | 646 Words | Real-Fi
Daily:
Write a story based on your whatchamacallit.
Aquarius: Pent up emotions reaching a peak and crashing through
Me: cool, angst.
Also Me: writes 646 words oop-

Aquarius
I am done. I am so done with EVERYTHING. The water is rising, and I'm so tired of the fear. I never thought I had too much self control until a few minutes ago.

It was about noon when a few friends and I were going on a picnic. It was just a few blocks from my house actually, but somehow that didn't make a difference when it comes to my lateness. I'm a nervous person, I'll admit that, and it's so much worse when it comes to school friends. I hoped inviting them to this picnic would encourage them to invite me more. Don't you hate it when people talk about group activities right on front of you? And then they don't invite you? And you don't want to be pushy or rude so you don't say anything but they still talk about stuff in front of you and still don't invite you so you feel so left out?! I got there and they were on a few chairs, facing the other way. I brought blankets, I brought food, I brought games and I brought myself! I brought my hurting, hopeful, and BLEEDING SELF! I walked up to them, and I was about 10 feet away when I heard, “She's late again.”

“She's always late.”

“You brought the extra stuff you discussed? You know, if she forgot?”

“Yeah, here it is,” They had brought a blanket, food, games, and they didn't include me.

“She was always boring anyways. So quiet, like she was scared. She's the definition of a mess.” I didn't want to be rude, invite myself, or interrupt, I was trying to be nice.

“She always complains about being tired, it's probably for show to get attention. What could be going on in that girl's life? Do her parents ignore her or something?”

“Yeah right.”

“Ooh! You brought potato salad! My favorite!” I brought potato salad. I learned to make that specific kind from my dad because I remembered she liked it.

“Let's dig in.” I only saw plates and utensils for two.

“Alice will probably have an excuse tomorrow, like her car didn't start or something.”

“She's always saying stuff like that, thinking we'll actually believe her.” But it's always true?!

I didn't want to listen anymore. I wanted to let them know I was right there, but I didn't want to be dramatic. Everyone always thinks high-school junior girls are so dramatic. I'll just leave. And so I left. I walked back home. Back to my room. Past my parents, who didn't even notice I was gone. I checked my phone. No news on my sister, who ran away a month before. I looked at my pile of job application papers, all unfinished. I looked at my savings for college, lower than I'd hope.

The water was rising. The water was rising! THE WATER WAS RISING AND ALL I COULD DO WAS SIT THERE. I hate self-control. I would scream. I would rip up my savings, my job applications. I would run away to find my sister. But I just sat there, unable to cry. Unable to do anything. Unable to do anything, until I screamed. I FINALLY SCREAMED and it felt good! I ran out the door and to the park. I found the girls, tears streaming down my face.

“Wow. Alice, are you alright-”

“SHUT UP!”

“Wha-”

“SHUT UP! I heard everything you said! I've spent so much time trying to please you and now that I know I failed I don't have to anymore!”

“Alice what the-”

I read somewhere that Aquarius is about pent up emotions crashing out. I thought it was weird at the time, because I was an Aquarius. And what pent up emotions do I have? I guess I was wrong. I was so so wrong. I'm an Aquarius and somehow, I LOVE IT!

-snip-

July 7 | I Remember | 79 Words | Poetry


I Remember

I remember the autumn leaves
I remember how they fell with the breeze
I remember a colorful sky
I remember giving everything a try
I remember the day I cracked
I remember feeling attacked
I remember the sky looking red
I remember drowning in tears I bled
I remember seeing a hope
I remember a way to cope
I remember someone being there
I remember they gave a care
I remember several times
I remember the eerie wind chimes…

Dang I was gone awhile
Anyways…

July 24 | The Climb | Word 501
The Climb
The snow stung my face in a way I've never encountered before. My fingers were growing numb. And the only thing I could do was to keep climbing. The rocks dug into my fingers, not that I could feel it. And the only thing I could do was to keep climbing.

You already said that!

I whipped my head around. What was that?! The only thing I saw was the swirling snow flying past the icy rocks. I shivered, unable to tell if it was from the cold or from fear. I was only able to climb about 50 feet a day. A day? How many days have I been out here? I'm barely able to move. I didn't even know what still kept me going, maybe the hope of seeing the sun or the hope of seeing another person laugh again.

Why do you keep trying anyways? There's no solution in sight!

My heart almost stopped, and I slid about 2 feet down before catching myself. Heart now pounding, I listened intently while frozen in place. I needed to put it out of my mind. If I kept thinking like this… I don't even want to think about the conclusion I'd come to. I ached. I ached deep into my bones, and deep in my soul. I ached for warmth, I ached from time without sleep and I could barely breathe and all I could do was keep climbing. I'd cry but my eyes were frozen. I'd scream if my throat wasn't icy.

You need to let it go, why is this so important to you?

Let it go? Let go of the mountain? The thought of leaving the mountain was so relieving, my grip started to loosen. But I caught myself just in time. Why did I want to do this? I don't know. And I don't need to know. I just wanted to. And so I climbed with a newfound strength. A strength that wasn't mine, it belonged only to my will. My arms and legs burned. The thin air and ice stung my throat, I only thought about climbing. Just keep climbing. Only getting higher. One handhold, one foothold, one pull up at a time.

And all at once, I reached the top. I lay there, soaking in the marvelous view, too beautiful for sight. Only existing in one's imagination could one fully perceive its glory. I lay there, the atmosphere becoming heavy. My breath began to slow. My eyes slowly shutting…

How long will he stay in the coma, Doctor?

It's hard to say. It could be days, or years. His accident was bad.

Are you really willing to tend to him for years?

I don't know. I think I've turned this into a personal battle for me.

Doc, if it doesn't work, don't take it hard. Promise me?

…It's…personal.

I opened my eyes to a blinding light and a chemical, almost sterile smell flooded my nose. What is this strange place? Where am I laying?

Authors Note:
Hi! I'm back <3 sorry I was gone awhile, I had camp and I was gone right before that because I ran out of ideas and inspiration, but here I am!

July 27 | Among Us | Word 4768 | Weekly
Save code~

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

Writing~

Among Us Choose Your Own Story Prompt Writing
Prompt 1:
Once upon a time… funny words right? Why do we say it before every story? Why do these four words spark excitement and anticipation through kids all around the world? Why? I don’t know. And I bet most of you don’t. If you do, good for you. But no matter where the origins lay of this phrase, whether tradition or some random chance. I don’t really care too much. So let’s just start the story. Using four certain words that throughout my childhood I lived each day in anticipation of hearing. Using four words I never thought I’d say to introduce a story in my life. Once upon a time…

Prompt 2:
I woke up to a bright morning, rubbing my eyes. What? I couldn’t remember what I had dreamt about… but it seemed important… It seemed urgent, almost like an emergency. My heart was pounding out of my chest yelling at me to remember the dream. I don’t know why it was so important. It was just a dream, right? If it was just a dream, there wasn’t a single thing about it to relate with the waking world and thus it wasn’t important. But what if it was connected to real life? No. There was no possibility. But something still seemed off. Like I was forgetting something. Of course it was a dream. But that didn’t help anything. Since I couldn’t pull the memories from thin air, I’ll just go about my everyday life. I’ll remember it at one point, right? Since dreams are influenced from your life I’ll have to come across something that influenced my mind to dream such a dream. Yeah, that’s it. I’ll wait for it to come to me. I’ll wait. Maybe an everyday place I go to had inspired the setting of the dream, or people I see regularly had inspired the people in the dream? I’ll just have to wait and see.

Sabotage 1: 5 Achievements I’m most proud of:
-My Poetry
-Crocheting Skills
-Progress in art
-Progress in making a blanket
-Hitting my word goal for this SWC session

Prompt 3:
I walked down the stairs to the living room. A nagging feeling still followed me as I reached the bottom. It was then when I stopped dead in my tracks. The dream hitting me like an 18 wheeler, my mouth dropped. And there, standing in front of me, was a character I have only seen once in my life. In my dream. He was a tall, gangly man in his lower twenties with curly black hair. His light skin was covered in freckles, and his eyes were brown. Something about his eyes caught me off guard. They weren’t just brown, they seemed a little red, but he blinked and they were a normal brown again. He was wearing a loose fitting suit, the tie not tied correctly. He grinned, showing his perfect teeth. “Hello Tess, long time no see.” I remembered how in the dream, he had seemed so nice. So humble and giving. But now something about him made me frozen in fear. “What? I thought you’d have liked to see me. Especially now that you're no longer in the dream I trapped you in. Isn’t that what you recall, Lillian?” He- what? He trapped me in a dream? No, he's just messing with me. Right? “Oh, you don’t know? You’ve been in that dream for quite a long time. About 6 years now. Doesn’t the house look a little different?” He spoke so innocently, but when I looked around, I saw there were cobwebs lining the corners, dust covering every set of furniture, and no more sign that anyone lived here. No more pictures hanging on the wall, no more clothes lying around. What was going on?

Sabotage 3: 5 reasons I appreciate a Scratch Team Member:
1 They work so hard for scratch
2 Being active on scratch
3 They socialize with other people on scratch
4 They make scratch fun and exciting, something to look forward to
5 They’re always nice and inclusive

Prompt 4:
All at once I wasn’t looking at the boy anymore, but I was watching a flashback of the dream play through my mind. I was in the woods, pine trees everywhere. There was a small dirt path I was following, and as I walked I noticed something strange. There were no animals. No bugs, no birds, no squirrels, nothing. There wasn’t even a wind. It was silent as the grave, except for the crunch of pine needles whenever I took a step. And those crunches, once I noticed them, echoed far into the endless trees. I called into the woods, my voice echoing. No birds flew away at the sound of my voice. I took a breath through my nose, trying to calm down. I didn’t even catch the faintest scent of pine. My breathing started to quicken, and I walked backwards. What was this place? How did I get here? Why does it seem fake? A searing pain entered my ankle, and I fell into a tree. But it wasn’t a tree. It was like a cardboard cutout of a tree, thin and fake. And it fell backwards onto other cardboard trees. And those cutouts of trees fell onto others, until the whole forest of cutout trees were falling over, like a house of cards. And- If I didn’t do something soon, I’d be buried alive in fake trees! At this realization I screamed and curled into a ball, taking the position my old teachers told us to make during an earthquake drill. Crashes and crashes around me, dust going up my nose, the ground shaking- and it was over. Suddenly it was silent again. I slowly got up, shaking in fear. I looked around. All the cutout trees were on top of each other, scattered so much I couldn’t see the ground. Except for the path. It was then I realized, the trees must have avoided falling onto the path. I tried to take a step with my left foot, but I almost fell back over in pain. I must've hurt it badly. I couldn’t walk. I was scared, alone, about to cry. My ankle hurt and I just wanted to see another human so badly, anyone, even the mean girls at school. I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Are you alright?” I turned around to see a man looking in his early twenties. He was tall, skinny, with light skin covered in freckles and black, curly hair. His eyes were a kind brown and his messy suit looked put on sloppily, but it didn’t have a single dirty spot on it. At my confused look he smiled, and motioned for me to follow him. His eyes looked so nice and smile so genuine I did, and he let me lean on him for support. We walked for a while, silence still present except for our echoing footsteps. I looked at him, about to ask a question. I opened my mouth as he turned his head and I was interrupted by everything going black and the boy was gone. The fake forest was gone. It was all black. 6 ginormous cutout trees appeared in front of me, and slowly fell towards me. I screamed and tried to run. Blood rushing, sweat dripping, tears falling I just wanted peace! I looked back to see the trees about to hit me and- and that was the end of the flashback. I was back in my house, staring at the same suited teen again. What was going to happen to me? Did he say he trapped me in a dream for 6 years? Why me? Why so long? What does he want from me!?

Prompt 5: Write Script, Fan-Fi, and Poetry in 5 minutes:
And that’s when the boy took out a piece of paper. He handed it to me, looking disgusted and annoyed.
“You: Hello! I am (Your name here). I am to be your guide to the Royal Welcoming Ball for the Lost and Forgotten. As of recently, a disaster has come into your life and you wished to escape, correct? That is precisely why I am here! The Royal Board of Magical Beings (RBMB for short) has selected you to take you to a ‘Heaven before Heaven’ sort of place. (Also known as HBH) It’s where the last strands of magic lay in a forgotten land only accessible to guides like me.
Person you are guiding: *Some sort of doubtful comment/question*
You: Oh don’t worry! HBH is a country founded by the RBMB. The country is made up of smaller kingdoms, where you live, and each person can live peacefully and happily. Those who want true love can find it here, those who want to live as a peaceful villager live happily, and there are many different means of finding happiness in HBH. Of course, this is only an invitation, you can go and leave as you like (as long as you keep our country a secret), you can choose not to come and we’ll erase your memory, or you can live here in our country. What do you choose?
(If they say yes, tell them to repeat the lines of the poem, and open the portal for them):
Person you are guiding: I’ve grown weary
The world is grey
But the curtain is tearing
I’ve found a new way”
I looked up at the boy, who was looking around the house with a hint of distaste. Once he noticed me staring, he cleared his throat and said, “You’re done reading, I assume?- Oh don’t give me that look! What?”
“You put me in a dream- a nightmare for 6 years, not to mention I haven’t even aged, for this?!”
“It’s standard protocol,” Standard protocol?!
“What?!”
“Listen Miss. Your parents ignored you in favor of your younger sister, causing you to want to escape your own family. Everyone regarded you as the weird girl in school. Your bullied, ignored, constant anxiety from social media didn’t help, you felt invisible. So why not make that a reality? Everyone has forgotten you due to the spell and the 6 years.. It’s standard, you need to be forgotten so nobody wonders where you went.” That makes only a little sense. But it’s still messed up! Though… part of me wanted it so much. I wanted an escape route. But still…
“That’s crazy! What if people don’t want this?! You just stripped them of their life here!”
“That is why we recruit people like us- like you. People like you.” He still looked stern, but his slip up added a crack to the shell. “They recruit people who want another way out. An escape. Do you want to come or not? People still get jobs, go on vacations, create a family, and etc. Many of the next generation in our land were born there. If you don’t want to go, we reverse the spell and you fall back asleep, and wake up the day after you were first trapped in a dream, so it seems you only slept through the night. Oh, and we also erase the memory of this ever happening from your mind.” …That means… He wanted another way out. If I read behind the lines… that means he took the way out. His life must’ve been so hurtful for him he took this escape. Then he probably became a guide to help others take this escape.
“So, what? Am I now Cinderella? And your my ‘Fairy Godmother’ come to whisk me away to the ball?”
“Cinderella had one of our most successful comebacks after we invited her to our country, thank you very much.”
“Oh.”

Prompt 6: 3 people each suggest 3 words and write a story with those words:
Words: starlight, await, curtainfall, royal, eclipse, pedestrian, Dastardly, avian, accident
“Anyways…” He sighed, and the atmosphere became awkward, “Are you coming?” I paused my train of thought. There was nothing for me in my normal life. The only things I’d really do are get a job and create my own family in the future… but it sounds like I can still do that there.
“Alright. But do I really have to read the poem?”
“No, the RBMB just added that for fun.” I almost couldn’t believe it- I was escaping! Starting a new life! He waved his hand and a door appeared out of thin air, my breath catching at the sight of real magic. The boy went over and opened the door, gesturing for me to go through. And so I ran through. There was a bright flash of light and I felt a falling sensation. Wind whipped through my hair, and then it didn’t. All at once I was standing in front of double doors to a huge palace. I was clothed in a dress that fit my liking perfectly, nice but not over the top. The dress was a deep red with traces of gold here and there. The dress had a v-neck with straps abot an inch wide, and the skirt portion of the dress transitioned without any stitching from the shirt part portion. The skirt was ankle length and kept the same darker red and gold swirl pattern to the very edge. Inside the palace I could see the ROYAL ball, lit by what seemed to be only STARLIGHT, yet it was much too bright for that. But still… It was dazzling all the same. It was the curtainfall of act I, and the beginning of act II of my life, and my breath caught in excitement.
“Are you just going to sit there, to AWAIT the ball that has already started?” The boy -my guide- came up behind me, his suit no longer messy, “Or are you actually going to join the celebrations?”
“I just thought I’d stand here and watch, you know, just… stand,” I remarked with sarcasm.
“Well, then I best be off. More people to invite. Good luck and farewell Lillian.”
“Goodbye-” I turned and he was gone. A rush of adrenaline came over me, and suddenly I didn;t even know what I was feeling, but it made my heart pound. I walked down the hall and admired the decorations, the theme looked to be a lunar ECLIPSE theme, dark red moons and blood red stars danced across the banners. I walked over through the crowds of people ranging from ages 9 to 80, Though there seemed to be many more kids around my age than others. Some were dancing in the center, many of the dancers tripping on their own feet but grinning with glee all the while. The room was dazzling, the eclipse decor and the perfect lighting was magical. I was about to head over to the food table to try and meet a few people when a loud commotion began to arise in the middle of the dance floor. A goose had gotten loose, and a boy around my age was chasing it. Some of the guests were laughing, others were shocked, and some were concerned. I felt sorry for the boy, he must be humiliated. I heard two girls behind me whisper,
“Isn’t that Oliver? The AVIAN master’s apprentice?”
“Looks like he messed up again, poor boy.”
I agreed with the second girl. Poor boy. It took about ten long seconds of commotion before he caught the bird in both arms, and another five long seconds for the goose to calm down. It was then that “Oliver” looked up to see everyone staring at him, and he went beet red. He looked up at the king, who looked like a jolly old man, and said, “I-I’m sorry your Hi-Highness, it was an ACCIDENT.”
The king smiled, not at all upset. “It’s fine, young man! No harm was done! I’ll tell Albert not to punish you for this.”
“T-thank you!” And Oliver turned towards a cage that one of the servants brang up. Or I guessed a servant brang up, because it seemed the cage had just magically appeared beside him. He went to open it, but realized the goose was still in his arms. He looked up towards the crowds, went a shade more red, and spoke again. “Can someone…?” Everyone stood still. The king was about to say something again until I ran up. I had no clue what I was doing, everyone was looking! But still, I felt bad, so I went to help. As I was opening the cage, I got a better look at Oliver. He had orange hair and pale skin. He was tall, not unhealthily skinny like my guide, and his eyes shone a deep blue. I got the troublesome cage open and he ushered the bird in. “Thanks again!” He picked up the cage and walked towards a deeper part of the palace, most likely leading to the gardens or the ponds or wherever they keep the geese here.
“No problem,” I called after him, and I turned back, now aware that everyone was staring at me. Maybe… I’d go outside for some fresh air. It was getting stuffy. I walked back towards the hall I came in from, and heard people talking about the recent events as I passed behind them.
“Did you see that girl? She must’ve been really nice.”
“Nice ones like her usually come from horrible lives.”
“That was DASTARDLY! How is he not receiving any punishments?”
“It would be a party killer to punish someone, that’s one of the king’s many sayings.”
“Did you see her dress it was exceptional!”
“I heard the nicer the dress the greater the future here in HBH.”
I went down the hall to the stairs leading up to the palace and sat down on the steps. I took a deep breath and sighed, taking in the bustling town, the PEDESTRIANS hurrying about their busy lives. A slight breeze went by, it was nice and peaceful. I was beginning to like it here.

Prompt 7: Someone the MC thought was dead is now actually alive?!:
But something about Oliver struck me as familiar. It was probably the name. If I remembered… My 8th grade friend was named Oliver. And looked a lot like Oliver too! But that can’t be possible. For some reason my parents hated Oliver, and told me never to talk to him unless it was for school. I think he reminded my mom about her little brother who passed years before I was born. So, I had to tell Oliver we couldn’t be friends, it crushed both of us. A few days later it was told that Oliver had died in a car accident. I was heartbroken. He was my only friend I've had in years. He couldn’t have possibly been Oliver. But as I was just convincing myself that it wasn’t, “Avian Oliver” came around the palace corner, and up to the stairs, smiling and waving.
“Hi! I just wanted to thank you again, it would have been really awkward if nobody came up,” He seemed to be studying my face, but I didn’t mind because I was studying his as well. He looked just like an older version of Oliver! Maybe I could try to get him to admit it… but how?
His expression changed into a questioning look, and he asked me, “Is your name… by any chance… Lillian?”
Prompt 8: Clean up the setting:
I looked down, staring at the stairs we were both sitting on. They were very clean. I could see that they just cleaned them recently for the ball. I could see my reflection. My brownish orange fluffy hair, my emerald eyes, my skin that wasn't really dark but wasn’t really light either.
“They really c-cleaned the staircase for the b-ball, huh?” I couldn’t believe it, I was meeting Oliver after I thought he died and I’m talking about cleaning!? “I-I mean, you can s-see your reflection and… and… there’s no litter at all! And-”
“Lillian?”

Prompt 8: Write fast for 5 minutes | 5 min break | Write fast for another 5 minutes:
“I know, I know, I’m avoiding it… I just… I thought you died!”
“What!?”
“When you went missing they told me you had died! I was crushed…”
“Well… I’m alive now?” He gave that crooked smile that made me want to befriend him in the first place. I started to laugh, partly from hysteria and partly from that smile.
“You’re alive.”
“I’m alive.”
“I don’t know what to do with myself now…” Now the practical part of me was kicking in. How do I find a house? A job? How do I get a life here in this kingdom?
“Well, first you choose a kingdom-”
“I already know that. I might as well choose this one since I know someone here.” I couldn’t tell if it was a shadow, or if he went a little red. The sun was starting to set, and I was getting seriously worried about whether I was going to have a roof to sleep under or not.
“They let the ‘incoming refugees’ if I may call you that-”
“It’s fine,” Refugee? It sounds harsh but it’s the truth.
“Each royal court pays a month free for each refugee at the inn for them to be able to work long enough to settle down and buy a cheap house.”
“Oh… that’s nice.” I paused. And thought for a bit, it was just both of us, sitting in peace and silence until I spoke again, “Why did you get invited? Why did they invite you to come to this country?”
“I was forbidden to be friends with my best- and if I may add -only friend. I felt lost. I wanted an escape. And when I was invited… I had a feeling we'd find each other again. So I came.”
“Thank you.”
“Well,” He said, his tone obviously saying he didn’t want to, “I need to go,” he sighed, “my master, Albert, will be wanting my return soon.”
“Uh- Oliver? Can you tell me where to go to get to the inn?”
“Oh yeah!” He paused a second, then continues, “Go up main street,” Oliver pointed to the road that extended from the castle stairs, “and watch on your right until you see ‘Inkling Inn and Restaurant,”
“Thank you! Oh- and last thing,” I caught him again right before he was about to turn away. Oliver looked at me expectantly.
“Can we meet up again? It’d be a bit of a shame if we don’t,” Plus… I really need someone who’s been here for… let’s see… He came at the age of 14… 3 years. He should know the kingdom well enough after 3 years, right?
“U-uh you mean meet up like f-find each other? Um…” He collected himself before saying, “I’m free Saturday, in 4 days, meet me here at 10 and I can maybe show you around the village a bit?”
“Sure! I better find the inn before it’s dark,” And… it was already getting dark.
“Oh yeah! Bye! See you Saturday!” He smiled and ran off towards a side street, and I made my way towards Main Street. In search of…The Inkling Inn and Restaurant! That was it. In search of The Inkling Inn and Restaurant.

Prompt 9: Include hidden magic worlds (which I already have… XD):
As I walked down main street my mind began to wander. A hidden magic country… only for the lost, forgotten, and helpless? It was truly magical, and I was truly grateful that I was invited. It was just like a fairytale kingdom, and normal people get to learn magic! (Based on the knowledge that my guide knew magic…) I wanted to do everything at once, how many other people get invited to live in a hidden secret world? A magical hidden secret world at that! I breathed in the clear air, with hints of flowers and fresh baked bread. A secret magical world… and I got to live there!

Prompt 10: MC is nostalgic:
I got to live there… This place seemed so much like a fairytale book that I… I almost missed home. Notice how I said almost. Just… This country reminds me of the days me and Oliver would spend talking about what would happen if fairytales went differently… and now we’re living a fairytale. It was bittersweet. We left our lives behind to live in fairytales. In a world where our childhood fairytales are the nation’s history to be taught in school rooms to kids. I was about to continue on when I realized the inn was to my right, and I almost had passed it. I slowed to a stop, and looked around. It was dark. I must’ve walked slower than I thought. My parents used to always say I walked too slow. I opened the door. I opened the door and was surprised to see that everyone inside seemed to be talking in anticipation about something. The Inn looked like a normal bar you’d find in fantastical stories, with the “inn” part on the second level. And as I stepped in, I heard some of the conversations that the customers were talking about.
“Did you hear about Albert?”
“I heard he got in a bad accident, is that true?” Wasn’t Albert… Oliver’s master?
“Yeah, but I also heard he practically had adopted his apprentice, Oliver. He might have to go to the Orphanage until he gets another job.”
“Really? How old is he?”
“Only seventeen!”-
-“Isn’t Kind Martin getting old? He doesn’t have an heir!”
“Will he adopt one and teach that kid?”
“That’s the rumor.”-
-“Poor Oliver. To have another parent die.”
“Albert’s dead?!”
“Well an accident that bad-” I didn’t want to listen about the accident any longer. It reminded me too much of the car accident. I was getting that feeling again. The same feeling I had when I knew I’d no longer see my friend… At least Oliver’s still alive, but the orphanage! I’d go find him but… I don’t know where he stays for the night. I’ll ask around tomorrow. I checked in with the owner and went to my room, my heart heavy for my friend. Tomorrow. I need to find him tomorrow. …Isn’t that what I told myself the day before his supposed “death”?

Ending Prompt: Cliffhanger ending:
The next morning I didn’t wait for breakfast. The inn keeper had provided me with clothes to wear, so I could change out of that beautiful dress. I ran in maid's clothes now. I ran. I ran down the streets back and forth to every new face I saw. Which was a lot. Eventually I learned the directions, from the butcher that buys birds from Albert to skin and sell. I ran down the street to the address. I knocked on the door, well, I might’ve banged on the door. If I were in my right mind I would’ve been more polite, but I wasn’t in my right mind. Some older lady (I assumed an older lady from how the voice sounded) said from inside the house, well, more of a shack, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Is that you Oliver? You haven’t been home all night-” She interrupted herself when she opened the door to see me. We were wearing similar maid’s clothes, the only difference in our appearance being her wrinkles and white hair. “Oh. And who are you? You don’t look like Oliver,” She adjusted her glasses.
“No… Sorry to disturb you ma’am, I was looking for Oliver, if he’s not here I’ll be off then,” I kept my smile until the door shut, and I was off running again. Maybe… just maybe… he went to the place we planned to meet in 3 days. So I ran to the palace, which was easy enough to find because of the great bell tower that was intricately woven into the architecture of the castle. After a little bit of running, I made it to the steps. And there he was, head hanging on his knees, arms around his shins.
“Oliver!” Hearing my voice, he looked up. He had dark circles under his eyes.
“H-Hey…” He sighed.
“A-are you okay?” He sighed and looked at the stairs.
“The stairs are very clean…” I laughed, but worry strained the sound. I paused before saying,
“O-Oliver?”
“I… I don’t know… I- I want to escape.” How do you escape from the place that people escape to?
“Hey… It’s gonna be okay. Got it?”
“I want to move kingdoms… Maybe I’ll move to the Kingdom of Echoes? Maybe I’ll take up music…”
“W-what?! You can’t move away! I-I just got here, a-and you chose this kingdom for a reason, right?!” He stayed quiet. I tried again, “Okay, so here’s what we do, we can find you a new job! And we’ll try to make the best of this situation. And if you really want to move, I can help you. But let’s meet here tomorrow so we can plan things out, deal? The rest of today can be a vacation day. What do you say?” Oliver stayed quiet. “I’ll take that as a yes?” He still remained quiet. “Okay it’s a yes.”
The next day I walked back to the stairs. He wasn’t there. “Oliver?” I called out. He was nowhere in sight. I asked the old maid. She didn’t know. I asked the butcher. He didn’t know. I even convinced my guide (I later learned was named Jack) to look and ask around in other kingdoms. Nobody knew where Oliver went.

July 29 | Take my Hand | 50 words | Poetry | Final Scroll!

Take my Hand
What's the world,
If we don't have each other?
What's life,
If no one has your back?
If everyone were against everyone,
Our realities would tear apart
If no one had anyone,
What's the reason for our hearts?
So come over, if you can
Come over and take my hand.