nov 5 daily
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Letter: 302 words (including the parts of the letter that are the “dear” and “from”)

Dear Jamie,

I’m sorry about everything. It was my idea. It was my fault. You had a bad feeling about it all. But I made you go along anyway. You didn’t deserve this. If I could take it all back, I would.
I don’t even know if you’ll get this. But if you do, I hope you understand.
I remember it too clearly. I remember it was the middle of the night. I couldn’t sleep and my mind was full of adventure and imagination. I was stupid. I grabbed two life jackets and a boat, and told you to get in. I wanted to explore the ocean, but I went too far.
And you know what happened next—
The boat fell apart. It nearly crashed and waves were getting too choppy. I nearly drowned if it weren’t for you. You were the one who saved me.
And then you disappeared. You grabbed a chunk of the now smashed and wrecked boat and floated away. I don’t know if you found an island to rest on. I don’t know if you’re still floating alone on that piece of wood. Maybe you’ve even already been rescued and you think I’m dead.
I don’t know anything. I wish I did, but I don’t. My only hope is to write this letter, to apologize for everything. That’s all I need to do. I don’t want you to feel angry forever in case I never come back. I don’t want you to live a life of mixed feelings.
Just know I am okay now. Know I’m safe and I’m not struggling too much.
I hope you’re safe. I hope you’re alive. I hope there’s a way to fix all this.
I hope I'm not writing too much. I hope this doesn’t get destroyed.
Your dearest friend,
Alice

Extra (not completely finished but a nice touch to the daily and I really like my idea so yeah): 165 words

Alice solemnly put her long letter into the small glass bottle. She twisted the cap as firmly as possible, then used all her strength and threw it into the ocean.
It appeared moments later, bobbing alone in the vast body of water.
Alice looked at the small, forlorn bottle for a while and then returned to her shabby home built out of random wood and leaves, tied together with string, vines, and sticks. It wasn’t big, and only had a carpet along with food, a pocket knife, and a flimsy fishing rod she’d constructed herself.
She also kept a turtle as a pet, that she’d found last month when walking around. Alice had been here for a few months already—but she’d just found a resource to write with. Immediately thinking of her long lost friend Jamie, she scribbled everything running through her mind and sent the letter off, unsure if it would ever arrive to its destination. Unsure if it would even arrive anywhere.

Daily For November 5th
Word Count: 371

Table of Contents

WARNING!! This piece of writing mentions the following: death, abuse, drinking

Note: This is completely fictional, I know that this probably happened multiple times during history but this writing is completely made up. This was supposed to have been written by a girl around 16/17 years old who was living in something like the 1700s.

Dear, whoever finds this:

I don't know who you are, where you are, or what you're going through. I don't even know when you'll find this. But I figured I should have some form of last words. For yes, I fear these will be the last words of Heather Lissy Embardon. Papa is mad at me again. He's bound to find me soon.
You are probably wondering why Papa is mad at me. He's found another suitor for me. But this man is old and mean. He's old enough to be my father and then some! From the very first time I met him, I could tell he was like Papa and had no respect for women. I won't marry him! Not now, not ever. It looks like I might not have to though, judging by how angry Papa is with me.
Papa beats me when he's angry or drvnk. I fear that he's so angry with me for rejecting Sir Wattslow that he'll k!ll me.
Please excuse the messy handwriting, I'm shaking as I write this.
Dy!ng almost sounds better than living at this point. At least I'll be free of Papa's abvse. The thing that makes me the most sad is the thought that no one will miss me. The only person who will know that I'm gone is Papa, and after enough drinks, even he won't remember. I'll be just another person born into this life and taken from it too soon.
I know it's selfish but I can't help wondering why I was born for this life. Why me and not someone else? I've tried to be good and obey Papa but it was never enough. It doesn't seem fair. I know Papa would just grunt and tell me to ‘Get over it".
I’m resigned to my fate. I only hope that this note helps some other person in some way. I can hear him coming now, I've got to go.

Goodbye,
~ Heather

DAILY

223 WORDS - about a boy who wants his cat to come back from albania

Dear Rocko,

You were my beautiful cat. You had those sharp eyes, that soft fur, and clawed at the curtains. After you left for Albania, I’ve started to hate the fact that I haven’t needed to replace the curtains. I just want you back. I want to binge watch baking competitions with you. I want to have a snuggle with you. I want to read a book with you. I want you. I want to go to the park with that stream you hated and go over to the little shady bench you always sat on. I want to go on a trip to Europe with you in winter, and dress you up in scarves and make warm milk and tea to sip up while we continue binge watching baking competitions. You always had a love for the judges. I want to bake snickerdoodles with you. I want to give you a big snuggle. I want to find you cuddled in bed. I want you to wake me up when I’ve slept in and you're peckish. Would you come back Rocko? I could even come to Albania, if you want to continue studying the ecosystem and food chain there. We could bake a pack of snickerdoodles and eat them for lunch, as a treat. I’ll give you those treats I save for your birthday. Anything! I just want you back. I’ve had you since I was 3 and I thought you were secretly a lion. Remember when we had my birthday when I was 12 and you tried snickerdoodles the first time? You snarfed down the whole batch of cookies! And remember when you scratched my homework? The teacher thought it was gorgeous! Remember the first time we watched a baking show? I want to make more memories! Please come back. Please.

Yui | INTP | writing | food |

main cabin daily 5/11
Dear stranger,
I don’t know who you are and you don’t know who I am – yet, because in a few minutes (or longer, I don’t know your reading speed) you will know at least a little bit about me.
The first fact is that I have always found sharing stories with a stranger rather elegant, but that may be because I am a miserable, lonely soul who never had anyone real to share their stories with. That is until now dear stranger, for I am quite sure that you’re real, unless you are no one, in which case, my lack of real people to talk will have not changed, but I will have confided in something nonetheless.
As for the main topic that I will be writing to you about, it is goats. Yes, goats. This is because I think that goats are the most amazing animal to have ever graced this earth. I presently have no one to talk about goats with, so you my dear stranger, are now going to be subject to a long rant on the brilliance of goats. Unless, of course, you decide to stop reading here. I don’t mind if you do, because I will never know, and therefore it will never hurt me – this is why I choose to talk to paper rather than real life people.
Ah, good, I see that you have decided to stay for my rant about goats! I can’t wait! Okay, well firstly, goats are the most practical animal out there. If all animals were going to die and we were going to only be able to save one species, goats would be the perfect choice. as dairy producers, goats would be able to make up for the loss of cows, and their coats can also be used for wool, and I bet a goat sweater would be really soft (I could be wrong) but my point is that goats are the most logical animal to save. I mean, have you even seen a goat farming website before? It’s as if the brilliance of goats has been lost on everyone, which is a real shame.
So, I’ve bored you with the practicality of goats by now, but have you ever thought about how adorable they are? I bet you haven’t, but that’s okay, because I’ve probably done enough thinking for the both of us on this topic. Aaaah, goats are just so cute, the way their little teeth nibble on literally anything, is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen, and their round little eyes! Not to mention their fluffy ears! Sorry, I’m not allowed to be this weird around real-life people, so I’m taking every opportunity I can to just… geek out.
Anyways, thank you for reading my letter to the end (unless you didn’t) and I hope that you didn’t mind the goat related rant too much. (I also think that you are an extremely awesome person for getting to read a message in a bottle – I envy you so much!)
- A stranger

(508 words)

Daily for the 5th <3, I had a lot of fun with this daily <33

(the following transcript has been translated to English from the original languages)

(Key West, Florida: July 17, 2016)

Hello to whoever gets my note! My name is Hailey Simone. I’m a 13 year old girl who lives in the Florida Keys. The current date is July 17, 2016. It is summer break and my friends and I have decided to create these bottles out of boredom. My two friends, Carol and Macey, and I, have been friends since we were in the 3rd grade. We now do everything together. Though these bottles will probably end up with different people and in different areas of the world- we’ve all attached a picture of us so that way the bottles are always connected. Now, as I write this, I wonder where in the world- and when this part of me will be found. If you find this message- continue the chain! Write your own message and throw it into the ocean in the space below (or attach a piece of paper!) -Hailey Simone, aged 13


(Chennai, India: August 23, 2087)

My name is Aarav Patel, I am 8 years old. With the help of my older brother, Aarush, I am writing this note to continue Hailey Simone’s note. Today is August 23rd. Many things have happened in the time my new friend Hailey has written her note. Many countries have gone to war- but very good things have happened as well. Technology has advanced very quickly starting with the rise of many advanced companies. Please continue this note to keep the chain going. Please and thank you. -Aarav Patel, aged 8

(Inishmore, Island: December 8, 3018)

Hello. My name is Saoirse. Humans have evolved over the years since the last note from Aarav. Many of us have learned the key to expanding human life to ages beyond counting. To be honest, I don't even know my own age. I came to Inishmore to research more about the humans of the past and I found this message. My robots helped me translate the messages so that I could read them. I have to say, human language has evolved and is almost unrecognizable! If you have found this, continue along the chain. -Saoirse, age unknown

(your location: your time)

You’ve found this note! How would you respond to it?

(385 words)

swc daily #5 - writing a message in a bottle!
word count: 303
this seems poorly written but it’s because i tried writing it like how someone would speak :sobbing:
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To the soul who found this message,

I’ve always wanted to send a message in a bottle. Something about sending a mysterious message across the ocean just seems so exciting to me; and what would be even more exciting is finding a message. And so, I envy you, reader. I spend the majority of my days strolling along the beach, my bare feet just barely touching the water whenever it rushes onto shore. Sometimes I find shells that glimmer in the light, sometimes I find wrappers left by people who don’t care to walk the six steps to the trash can, but never have I wandered upon a glass bottle with the cork rusted shut. I can just imagine the excitement I would feel as I grab the bottle, open it, and take the wrinkled piece of paper out.

Onto a lighter note, how has your day been, stranger? I hope you know that you are an amazing person. I don’t know what you’ve done, and I probably never will, but I will say that people change. And I know that first-hand. I won’t bother to tell you my life story, but it’s safe to say that it would at least triple the amount of paper I use. It’s difficult to come across ink and paper where I come from, so I really try not to waste it. Is it less expensive for you? What do you use to write with? And, yes, I know I’m asking questions that probably nobody will answer, and yes, I know that I’m probably wasting my time, but I’m taking the one out of a million chances that someone will come across this letter. So if you’re reading this, it seems I’ve become lucky.

I hope that you get just as lucky one day.
From,
A stranger

nov 5 daily

yo.

honestly, things haven’t been that great without you here. i hope you’re doing well. sorry i haven’t reached out in a while. this isn’t really reaching out, but somehow, i know you’re reading this. or hearing this. i don’t know. this is your favorite beach, right? i picture you as some sort of violinist god mermaid guy. but like wearing a suit. things never are how i picture things, though, right? (i mean if i was being realistic, you’d probably drop and break the bottle and tear this message up by accident.) but i mean, we didn’t work out. i thought we would. i wish we would. but we didn’t.

and i’m sorry.

i placed top three in my last four competitions, by the way. it’s not fun anymore though. i can only hear your song repeating and echoing in my head over and over and over again. it’s annoying as hell, dude. i can barely hear what i’m playing now. i can barely hear my own voice. i’d like an apology, thanks.

i’m just kidding. it’s my fault anyway. but that’s just what i do! it’s always my fault and i blame it all on you. i hate myself for it.

exams are next week and i haven’t slept in days. i’m not asking you to come back. i just feel like complaining about my life to the incredible violinist god mermaid guy in a suit.

don’t come back, please.

holy *, though. why did you leave? it was better for you, but what about me? you were all i had. i’m empty now. it’s all over now, isn’t it? are you going to ever see this? read it? hear it?

are you even real?

i suppose your voice was always too calm to be real. was i in love with a ghost?

you frighten me, love.

i’ll be dancing with a ghost tonight, then.

goodnight

Daily 11/5 - Message in a bottle!

To whom this message may concern:
By the time you are reading this I am already gone. Pristine blue waves splash against the side of my boat. The sea is a swirl of depth and mysteriousness. I’ve always been drawn to the ocean’s vastness—the way it’s so unfathomable yet tangible at the same time.

It’s…mystifying. Yes, that’s the word.

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I’ve grown up my entire life on the secluded islands of Ktara, and I am grateful for the safe, protected life it has given me. Yet part of me always longed to experience the world. As a young boy, I loved fish. After school, while my classmates went to hang out, I would go to the docks to watch the fishermen reel in the day’s catch. Seeing the silvery fish glint in the afternoon sun mesmerized me. Even then, I felt a strange connection to the sea.

People used to call me fish boy. If I wasn’t at school or at home, I was at the docks. Throughout my childhood, I fostered a growing passion for all nautical hobbies, from boats to fishing. The sea was my life, it gave me life. Of course, I didn’t have any friends, as I spent most of my time alone. Our archipelago nation of Ktara was already secluded from the rest of the world. Over the years, being a lonely boy on a lonely island started to take its toll.

Gradually, my passion for fish and boats developed into something more. I began to read stories of brave explorers who traveled the world. I began to think about life beyond my tiny village—beyond the familiar waters. I looked up to those explorers from the books. It made me long to be like them.

It was pitch black the night I decided to leave. I had just finished my night shift working at the docks. All was quiet.

I seized my chance. Working quickly, careful not to cause any commotion, I slipped into my boat, which was parked on the docks. She was a small, sturdy thing—my pride and joy. I had been working on her for months, adding small tweaks here and there.

And then, I was off. For the first time in years, I felt free. The wind whipped against my face, hair flapping in the breeze. I was faced with the exhilarating sensation of being in open water. The vastness of the sea never ceased to amaze me.

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So there it is, a brief summary of my past. I never told anyone of my whereabouts, and this message is the closest you will ever get to finding out. Choosing to leave that night was the best decision of my life. As I cut through the smooth ocean water, I am filled with a sense of belonging—one that I never had on Ktara.

The sea, welcoming me.
My new home.
+477 words

Hello! Xy here

5 November Daily, Message in a bottle:

Dear diary,
My heart was shattered into pieces when I know that my best friend, Amber, is moving away. I remembered the days when we played together, the days when she helped me when I get bullied. “Goodbye, Amber”, I whispered and hugged her. Our eyes are full of tears. She went into the car, waves at me and shouted “Goodbye! I'll never forget you, I promise”.
Six months have past since Amber moved away. We kept texting each other, but the last few weeks she hasn't answered my messages. I'm sure she didn't forget about she promised not to! These days all Amber has been telling me is that there is a pretty rich girl in her school, and how she really adores her. “Ringgg”, my phone's ringtone sounded and I jumped, surprised. It show's that Amber is calling me. I answered the call and all she said was, “I'm sorry I haven't answered your texts. I'm hanging out with Elsa, you know the rich girl. I might not have time to chat with you or call you, again I'm sorry. Bye”. And so she ended the call, and I feel more sadder than ever.
I missed Amber so much, that I decided to make a letter for her. Written on it is “Dear Amber, I missed you. You seemed to like Elsa more than me. You promised to never forget me, right? Please, answer me. All I want is to be with you again. Please. -Your bff(Am I a former bff of yours now?)” My house was near a beach, so I decided that I would make a message in a bottle. I chose a bottle from my collection, and managed to put the letter in it. I walked to the beach and puts the bottle on the water, letting it getting carried away with the waves. I honestly don't know if it will ever find Amber. Deep it my heart, I hoped she still cares about me.
(330 Words)

Daily five, Message in a bottle (302 words)

To whom it may concern,
Hi, it's me, Blythe. I hope this letter reaches you in good health. You probably don't know who I am, and that's ok since I don't have much time left. I was hiking on the trails and fell off the cliff, near the sea, luckily I survived. It's been three days, and I'm hungry, cold, and ready to give up.
Farewell and with kindest regards,
Blythe Smith
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It's a beautiful morning near the mountainside, the fresh breeze blows the leaves of the trees as I'm about to get ready for my hike. I pack my bags and go on my way. The sun shines brightly and the view of the sea is magnificent. I stop for a minute to take in the nature, and calm. After a while of continuing on my way, I see a fork in the road. I remember getting advice to always go in the path that looks more used, but my curiosity got the better of me and I chose the second path.

It was even more beautiful than before, it seemed as if I could reach the blue sky, it started getting a little slippery, and the path became quite narrow, but I was an experienced hiker, so I could handle it. The path became so narrow that I had to press my body along the side of the, mountain.

I had almost reached the end when suddenly my foot slipped and I fell. I hung on to the side of the cliff best i coul, trying to pull myself up, tears of fear streaming down my face. I cried out for hel p, but no one came. My fingers started slipping, and then the piece of rock I was holding on to broke. So down I fell, into the abyss.

daily nov 5th

message in a bottle

living a life in solitude is so great a magnitude of torture i would never wish it upon the worst person to ever be in existence. many have suffered at the hands of loneliness, ripped away from the ones we hold dear, held together by one vain hope that someday the lives that we once lived, the person we used to be, that it would all return to us. that it would run towards us, faster and faster, getting closer and closer, until it grasps you in its tight embrace, vowing never again to leave you alone. but that’s all it is, hope, and a vain one indeed. for there is no way to get off of an island, unknown to mankind, sitting in the middle of a vast ocean with no end, no way back to your home, the place where you truly belonged. there isn’t a way out of a situation like this, no way to gain back the sanity we have lost. there is no hope anymore.

but that is the most dangerous thing of all.

for one does not have to be physically stranded on an island to be lonely. one does not have to be on an island to be ripped away from the things they hold dear. one does not have to be on an island to want their old life back. one does not have to be stranded on an island to let the loneliness and insanity and depression take over. and for a stranded person the only thing tethering them to life is the delicate string of hope, which you grasp onto with all the strength of your very core. the hurricane will try to blow you away, but the hope stands strong. the hope keeps you grounded. but when the hope goes away

there can be nothing else tethering you to life.

so to all the people out there who are lost and stranded, hanging onto their thin strand of hope tethering them down, never let go. never lose hope, for there is much better things awaiting you.

Message in a Bottle:
Before you read this, I will be long gone
Perhaps drowned in the sea, perhaps turned to stone
I always knew that this would be the day I die
And my last wish is when you know, you won't cry


My dearest Amelia,

I hardly think my apologies will cheer you up, but I apologize from the bottom of my heart. You and I, none of us knew this day would come, when I would keep secrets from you. I am at fault, of this I am completely aware, but I couldn't bear to see your tour to Europe spoiled because of me. Today is the day you come back, I know, but today is also the day I go forever. I am sure you will come back home in high spirits, excited to tell me all about your trip, but I am sorry that all you will find is this tear-stained letter, and what makes me cry is that your smile will fade when you see I am not there.
They're taking me away, Amelia, to join the army, and we will travel by sea. I would never have parted from you, but you were at stake, and I could not have lived without you anyway.
Maybe there would've been hope for me to survive, but a storm approaches the sea, and more than my life, I worry about yours. The men refuse to change their schedule, and we will leave in thirty minutes. If only we could've stayed sometime longer, I would've seen you one last time.
I know what you must be thinking: why didn't I refuse? I couldn't have. They would've killed you if I had.
You know the condition of the country now, Amelia. Wars and bloodshed everywhere, and it is nothing less than a miracle that we have survived this long. Now the government has started keeping an eye on men that seem suitable for fighting in the war.
The armymen refuse to stop their reckless ways. They don't realise that most of us can and will die, so they will lose their armymen anyways. But I suppose they think that we will survive.
I want you to know that I will never, ever forget you, until my very last breath. I will always remember the moment you came into my life and shared all these memories with them.
Before I go, I ask of you only one thing. Please, don't cry. It will break my heart.

I love you, Amelia.
John


(378 words)

Weekly-1:
Written on: 4/11/2022
Shared on: 5/11/2022

Dear Historical Fiction,
How is life robbing other people? It actually sounds fun. But with utmost respect, please don't rob mystery. I promise you, its not worth it. Besides, you are offering points for sleeping well. That's got to be really good. It is great that you are encouraging life over SWC. Did you steal any candy? I mean today is candy day and all, and I am your sibling. Please? Plus, I am your favorite sibling. Much better than poetry, wouldn't you agree? By the way, even if you don't bring us some candy, we have some for you…
Your favorite sibling,
Mystery.

Dear Poetry,
How is life in Poetrisland? Which team is in the lead? Wouldn't I love to know. Seems like you are offering stars as points. Hope you didn't steal them from the night sky ( joking ). So, did you know? Today is candy day. Do you have some? If you do, then please do save some for us. I mean, well, I am your favorite sibling. I am your ally while Historical Fiction is your enemy. Please? Even if you don't save some for us, I will be sure to save some for you. See you soon…
Your favorite sibling,
Mystery.

Dear Folklore,
How is life in the village? How are things there? Hope this letter finds you in the best of circumstances. Need some help? Feel free to ask for it. I am always there to help you ( this session, I mean). Did you know today is candy day? I have some for you. Maybe it would help you feel better. By the way, I am possibly hosting a party this weekend. If I do, I would love it if you could grace us with your presence. Maybe you could meet up with all your allies and come up with a plan to help your current situation.
Wishing you the best (your ally),
Mystery.

Dear Thriller,
I really don't know how to send this letter down to the ocean floor. I am sending this to you, hope it does find you. Are you well? It sounded like you were lost deep under the sea. I really wish you are safe and happy, and I really hope that you weren't eaten by sharks, or even worse, whales ( though they normally don't attack humans, at least not as far as I know. I might host a party this weekend. Hope you can make it. Today is candy day, and we have some for you.
Hope you are alive (your ally),
Mystery.

Dear Dystopian,
I sincerely hope well for you. I hope this reaches you in the Dystopian realm. I see you are handing out stars as points. Do save some to destroy the mist, don't hand out all of them (joking). It is really sad to see you like this. Is there anything we can do to help? Do tell us. Do you want some candy? I mean it is candy day and all, but most of all, it could help you feel better. I might be hosting a party this weekend. We do hope you can make it, though it seems unlikely.
Sincerely wishing you the best (your ally),
Mystery.

Dear Naan Fiction Bread house,
Mmmmm. The wafting aroma smells wonderful. How are you? How is everyone? Your bread is delicious, but… today candy beats bread. Yup. Today is candy day. Do you make candies as well? Or just bread? Well, if you do make candies, or buy some, whatever, do save some for me. Even if you don't save them for me, I will save some for you. I might be hosting a party this weekend. Hope you can grace us with your presence… but also with your bread. Seriously, DO NOT FORGET THE BREAD. Ever.
Yours truly (definitely not lying),
Mystery.

Dear Fan Fiction Time Travelling Agency,
I just realized you have a really long name (joking). Jokes apart, how are you? Is everything okay? The books, paper ?(joking). Seriously though, how is time travelling? Sounds fun. Looks like you are handing out millenniums as tokens. Hope you didn't take them from Earth's history (joking). Today is candy day (not a joke). Have some candy for me? Oh, what about the sweets from the 1800s that are now extinct? (joking). Well, whether or not you have candy for me, I have some for you (serious). I might be hosting a party this weekend, hope you can make it if you are not too busy time travelling…
Yours friendly-ly (no kidding),
Mystery.

Dear Fantasy's Steampunk Sanctuary,
I have no idea what your name means (kidding). Seriously though, do you have candy there? But second most importantly, how is it there? But coming back to the most important thing, what about the candy!!! If you do have some, save some for us. After all, today is candy day. Anyway, I might be hosting a party this weekend. We hope you can grace us with your presence. Also, third most important thing, do you allow visitors? I really want to see the dragons! Also, I really wanted to say, amazing art!
Yours honestly,
Mystery.

Dear Science Fiction Simulation,
I have no idea if this letter will reach you, especially since you seem to be in an advanced realm with multiple dimensions, while we are still travelling by train. But seriously, How are you? Hope you are alive (even though I am your enemy, I mean, it would be rude if you died before I got a chance against you, right?)? Do you have candy (NOT A JOKE)? Today is candy day, so, yeah. I have some candy for you, but I have no idea how to send it to you. Any hints? By the way, I might be hosting a party this weekend. I'm not saying this because you are my enemy, but hope you are alive. And do tell me if you are coming to the party. SO THAT I CAN BE PREPARED TO, I don't know, CANDY ATTACK YOU!
Your bloodthirsty enemy,
Mystery.

Dear Horror,
Looks like you are in the underworld. Hope I don't have to die for this letter to reach you. Like really hope. No offense, but it is A REALLY SCARY THOUGHT. So, hope you have candy there (not a joke). I mean, today is candy day and all, so, yeah. Save some for us, please? Even if you don't, I will save some for you. So, by the way, how is life (no joke intended, but still)? Maybe candy will help you feel better? Don't worry, I wont poison it because you are my enemy. I mean, even if I do, it won't make any difference, right? Plus, I have been dying to ask you (not literally), in your cabin, are you like dead spirits in the underworld, or like humans transported to the underworld who are not dead? Tell me in the hopefully happening party this weekend, in my cabin.
Your horrified enemy,
Mystery.

Dear Script,
Hope the owl delivering this letter does its job well. I like the story line. Anyway, hope this letter finds you in the best of your health, and not full of problems. You seem to reward writing with songs. Encouraging, and goes well with the musical theme. I really don't know what to write in this letter. Hope you love Disney Musicals as much as I do. Do you have candy? It is candy day today. Save some candy for us. I might be hosting a party this weekend. Hope you can grace us with a play or a musical! See you soon…
Yours music-lovingly,
Mystery.

Dear Adventure Kingdom,
Loving the PHPs! They look amazing, along with the rest of the art. The story line is great too. Kind of hard to send you a letter from a moving train. I mean, I sent letters to eleven other cabins, but this time my owl seems to be misbehaving. But this letter will find you, or at least I hope it will. Anyway, want some candy? Today is candy day. If you have some candy, save some for us. Even if you don't, I will. By the way, I might host a party this weekend. Hope you join us! And also, I didn't ask you before,( but that doesn't mean I forgot, okay?) how are you?
Your friend,
Mystery.

Dear Bizarro Fiction,
I have no idea how to send this letter to you when you are in a cinema theatre which is currently locked. Hope it does reach you. Are you still alive? Hope you didn't die because you ran out of air. Or because someone stabbed you. Or maybe just didn't die in general? Whatever, I hope you are alive. Looks like you have a lot of m&ms and popcorn. Save some candy for us. By candy I mean m&ms. After all, today is candy day. I have some candy for you as well, but no idea how to get it to you. I might host a party this weekend. Hope you can make it.
Yours candy-lovingly,
Mystery.

Dear Real Fiction,
Looks like you are in a locked inn. How this letter will find you, I have no idea. But I do know it will find you. I hope it will. How are you? How is it like to live in a locked inn? Not too terrible, I hope? Anyway, do they have candy in the kitchen? If so, stash some away for me. I mean, it is candy day and all, so, yeah. I have some candy for you. Do they at least let you receive packages? If then, I'll try sending it to you. I might host a party this weekend. Hope you can join us. See you soon, then. Take care of yourself.
Your now-hating-inns friend(?),
Mystery.

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nov 5th daily (message in a bottle)

Note: This is…entirely random and overly long. It’s actually pretty weird (why am I just now realising) but welp today I had an overdose of motivation-

Greetings, wanderer.
I do not know you. But I hope you will understand.
This message will reach you on the fifth of November; but I will not be so lucky as James I. Perhaps I will have drowned, or starved, or been eaten by some frightful creature…hopefully. Because, wanderer, the alternative is much, much worse, and I would rather not think about enduring it.
But I must be truthful. I deserve it, but I could not bring myself to admit that I am guilty. Who could, after all? I asked myself, over and over. The answer was, someone else.
Someone who isn’t a coward, like you
Even Guy Fawkes tried not to give up his associates, didn’t he?
But what could I do? The truth is, I betrayed those who trusted me. All because of my gullibility. One promise was all it took, wanderer. One promise to fill my heart with longing and, after many long years, hope.
The promise was broken.
And I was torn from everyone and everything I loved.
Now, pacing up and down a shelf of rock, I find myself questioning, over and over, did you really believe they would do it?
Was it really your gullibility, or were you just hoping, hoping for the impossible?
I fear that I will soon go mad with guilt and despair. Sometimes, the idea seems tantalising, brightening the shadowed horizon, just slightly. But then, every time, I remember. There needs to always be someone to take the torch, to fight for justice.
This, dear wanderer, is where you come in.
There is a woman. Her name is Olivia, and she lives down in the street next to old Blaxters’ Farm. Go to her. Tell her that you will join her. Tell her that you got a letter from me. Tell her that she can explain everything to you. Tell her that you can take up the torch.
Tell her I’m sorry.

You see, I know that you, like me and my friends are an adventurer. Because how else would you find this letter? You know where it was. You know all the stories. Only a committed wanderer would go there. A wanderer with a powerful love of justice and s good sense of right and wrong.
You, I’m afraid, are now committed to something slightly more sophisticated than wandering. All of us were wanderers once. Who is us?
An organisation, of course. Formed on the fifth on November many, many years ago. Go to Olivia. She will explain everything
Don’t give up, wanderer.

You are our only hope.

Yours deadly,
William Flamethrower


Backstory thing bc yes:

Thirty years earlier

I shivered, looking around. A cold wind swept through the rocks, chilling me to the bone. I pulled my dripping cloak tighter around me. I was lost. Lost. And, even worst, I was lost in the Devil’s Pass. Ever since I could remember, there’s been stories about this place. The kind of stories that only the older children are told, but they scare the younger ones with them anyway. Don’t they say all stories have a grain of truth in them? I began to severely regret everything I’d done that day. Following a man. Stealing onto a canoe. After a series of unfortunate events…ending up in the Devil’s Pass, where even the bravest sea captains don’t sail, and with no apparent way out. I drew my legs up beneath me. And that was when I heard the footsteps.
The slightest whimper escaped my mouth. No, Bill. I scolded myself, are you a child? It’s just the sea on the rocks…just the sea…
“Happy Guy Fawkes day.”
I gasped and, in my shock, felt myself slipping backwards off the rock and down to the surging, raging water.
It would’ve been my last breath. But I felt a hand grasp my arm and pull me back up. Shaking, I looked up into the face of a woman.
I-thank you…” I whispered, my ears ringing. I stared into her concerned eyes and saw something there, something fierce and soft, strange and familiar, bright and dark. It made me trust her, like her.
“Don’t thank me. What’s your name?” I hesitated. She brushed her hair behind her ear, but her other hand was still clutching my arm.
“William. Or Bill, but I prefer William.” I told her.
“William. How did you end up here? You’re a wanderer, aren’t you?” Frowning, I considered whether I should answer. But my tongue seemed to move of its own accord.
“I’m…it was an accident…I mean, I was going to come here at some point in my life, but prepared…” the girl smiled slightly.
“You really are a wanderer. I was, too…I’m Olivia Shakeshaft, by the way.” She took away her hand and drew herself up to her full height. Not that she was very tall. Then she frowned. “Not to be rude, but, do you…have a home?” I swallowed.
“Er…no. No I don’t. Not anymore…” Olivia must have seen the wistfulness and sadness in my face because she gave me a look of sympathy. “It’s the one thing I want the most…” Stupid Bill. Why are you telling her your secrets?
“Why are you talking to me?” I asked anxiously.
“Everyone knows about the country’s law, so I’m guessing you do too, William. That’s one bad thing, but there’s something else. Or, should I say, someone else. A very untrustworthy person. A group of us…we’re trying to help this case. But only a certain type of person can join. And you’re that kind, William. I can see it in your eyes. And, after all, only one kind committed wanderers end up here.” Olivia looked at me expectantly.
“So…you…do what’s right in general?” I questioned, trying to buy myself time to think.
“That’s right.” Olivia extended her hand to me. “So, are you in or not?”
I stared at her hand for a long minute.

Then I took it and sealed my future.

NickName - Ava
Content - November 3rd Daily
Word Count - 318/300
Topic - Write a letter suitable to go in a bottle thrown in the ocean
Cabin - Thriller

LETS GET STARTED

Dear Myth,
Do you remember us? The thrillians? Your favourite enemies? I do not know if this letter will reach you, but let us hope.
I have never felt so sad since you left for the greater good. And in your place, some new people moved in. Folklore and Bizarre Fiction are incredibly funny, but I still cannot help but think of you at times.

I patiently await your return, even though it is probably in vain. You shall be missed dearly, and are still being thought about even now. You never informed us whether you dissapewred to. Your last words made no sense. We shall be back from the horizon. What does that mean?

And if Fairy Tales is with you, please send this message to her.

Dear Fairytales,
Why did you leave with Myth? There was no reason for you to leave, as myth never asked you to come
We never imagine the you would wake up in the middle of the night, just to leave with Myth. Your loyalty is unimaginable. I hate to sound selfish, but couldn't you have once thought about us? If you hadn't made a noise on the windowsill, I wouldn't have even noticed you had tried to leave.

Why couldn't you have convinced yourself, when I asked you to stay? As devastated as you knew I was, you turned your back after saying goodbye, and set sail with Myth, who tried to stop you too. Why didn't you listen to either of us, FairyTales?

Folklore is funny, but incredibly nostalgic. It is like someone connected both of you - FairyTales and Myth - together to make another person. But still, it feels like another individual all together. Folklore is confusing. You never know what to expect from folklore. You and FairyTales were good friends to all of us. Not only me, but everyone else misses you both dearly.

Myth and FairyTales, our old friends, please come back soon.

Your enemies-to-friends,
Thriller.

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“ “A message in a bottle is all I can do,” says Taylor Swift in her star-striking song. Write a message to go in a bottle - you know, the kind you toss into the ocean waves in the vain hope someone might find it someday - and invent a little backstory to go along with it! (Or, feel free to use mine: Your darling teddy bear has decided to abandon you for a life of piracy and crime, and you’re convincing them to come back </3) 300 words for 200 points, and earn an extra 50 points for sharing your message. ”

To (name),

It's been a while, hasn't it? I don't even know if this letter will reach you – I sincerely doubt it, as there is no scientific evidence that this sea isn't everlasting, and normally I wouldn't want to take those chances, (plus, what are the chances that you, of all people, will find this letter? You never frequented beaches; at least, not when I knew you: and I doubt you've changed so significantly that the sea is your new home), but it's a special occasion and I'm too tired to care. That's why I'm trying to write.
I had this perfectly composed in my head, a eulogy to our friendship, but now that I'm actually writing it, my mind doesn't have anything to say. It has been a while, and I do miss you (too much for my own good), and I do want you to have a wonderful life without me, but it's bittersweet to write this and then expect me to put it into the sea without ever knowing whether you will read it.
I don't want to write anything personal in case someone else reads it, either, which may or may not make this entire letter pointless. I'll try anyway.

If you were here, then you'd be enchanted by this whole idea of a message-in-a-bottle and sending it out to sea. You would've said something about fate being its captain, and I would have been slightly puzzled by that, as my mind wouldn't be open to the things that it is now, but nevertheless I would consider it as beautiful poetry and keep it stashed away in my brain forever. Isn't it strange that I'm fantasising about our future when we don't even have a present? You probably would have liked that saying. Once again, I'm not sure if you've changed over the year, two months and four days that I haven't seen you.

I know we're not in the same world. Oh, I've been told that countless times – by my colleagues, by our friends (especially them – they point it out at every opportunity. They're trying to convince me to let go, and that sounds healthy, but every time I try I just get a headache and I think about you more), even by people who don't know you. That makes it worse. If someone went up to you that you barely know and told you to move on, how would you react? They don't even know who I'm thinking about. They just know that I'm thinking and they want me to stop.

I wonder whether you are all still friends. I doubt that you aren't, because such events like we suffered through deserves lifelong friendship. We'd probably have a lifelong friendship had I not stayed behind, and that's bittersweet, as sometimes I wake up and stare at the ceiling. On those mornings, I don't think it's worth it. My body and mind ache for home and my family, and you, too. Those days are the worst.

Maybe you'll read this, or maybe you won't. But, nonetheless, this if from (name), and I wish you the best life.
– (name)

(527 words)

Daily! 477 word count

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She’s not the girl she arrived in this place as.
Her eyes are tired and sunken now, she can barely see. A dark, tangled mop of hair flops around her neck and her skin is now pale against the grey sky.
Still, she climbs the rocks up to the cliffs.
And then, with the wind whipping her hair about her face, with the dark waters as far below as they could be, she lets go.

The bottle hits the water. It looks ghostly for a moment, the translucent paper and glass fading into the darkness. The waves crash above it, but it simply falls, the dark water enveloping it. Finally the bubbles die away, and it is consumed completely.

My El,
I know you have found this. I know it is you.
As you read this, I might be dead. Perhaps I have dived into the cold waves after this message. Perhaps I have suffocated in the caves.
But if I am dead, I will be dead. Not like you. I will never do what you have done, El. I will live my life vibrantly, happily! Or I will die and I will be gone. I will be nothing.
I can not understand what made you do it. To live forever, down there in the dark waters, is nothing. To live forever when you can’t see, you can’t hear, is not living at all. Well, I suppose you did always like the sharks we watched together.
But now…
My dear El, you need to come back. That is why I am writing. You must return. You have lied to me, but I know you can come back. I just feel it. That you’re still there, still okay, you just choose to remain! I don’t suppose that I could really know why. Perhaps… Selfishness. Sadness. Fear. I’m not within your mind, El, but I do know you well. And you know me well.
You know that I loved you once.
You should know that I do not love you anymore.
But I still love the water, and I still love the plants, and even the rocks.. and all the beautiful life that scatters this place.
Everything will die, El. Everybody and everything will die if you remain. I know you love the dark blanket of nothingness… but even you cannot let them all die.
Please, for me.
Please let me believe that you could not be that cruel.
If I will die before you read this, you need to know that I died still dreaming that even you were better than that. So please… make a dead girl’s dream come true. Because I suppose that’s all I am, now. A dead girl.
And I suppose that’s all you are either. But you can be more.
Goodbye, El.
Come back soon, I guess.
I’ll try to still be alive.

*You see a bottle washing up on shore, when you pick it up and notice the paper inside of it, your curiosity gets the better of you. As you uncork the bottle and gently unfold the note your anticipation of what might be inside grows.*

My dearest Benjaman,
I know my days are to a limited number, but there is much left to do. I know you left years ago, and said you'd never return, but you must for this. The secret- OUR secret will be uncovered once I pass, and our good family name will be tarnished. Please to do not allow my legacy to crumble like this. Do not allow them to find out what I have worked so hard to hide all of these years. Benjaman, please return home, please do not let my death ruin our good family name. If you truly hold the family birthmark, the crescent moon, then I know you will help me. My darling son Benjaman, please come home and destroy any evidence of my bad years- OUR mistakes. Then someday, shall your time come, you may join me peacefully, knowing that there is no need to worry. We can rest happily. Should you recieve this message, you will need to return home immediately. I have not moved homes since you left. And our secret is still in the basement. Benjaman, please do help. And if the person reading this is NOT my son, I strongly advise you to move along and ignore this note.

*You chuckle and gently tuck the note back into the bottle, then you toss it back into the ocean. A month ago, you'd have been desperate to get off this desert island that you crashed on, which left your past murky, but now, this is home. Now, you love the lush island. And even though your past remains a mystery, your future in this paradise is all you need. So, you continue walking, barefoot, in the sand, back to your shelter, completely unaware of the crescent moon birthmark on the bottom of your foot.*

~The End~

+348 words
Why am I so proud of this?

Daily, Nov 5
Dear Teddy,

Oh how I miss you so much! I know you said that you wanted to become a criminal and rob the gigantic honey farms from all the world, but I truly wish that you would stop that nonsense and come back! You didn’t even give my a proper goodbye! All but a letter that you left with Mr.Cow, explaining the situation. I’m writing so I can convince you to come back! Here are some of my reasons!

I have to have a sidekick to defeat Dr. Clown! He’s destroying Imagineland, and we’ve got to stop him!
Mrs. Bear really misses you! She always leaves a jar of honey next to your picture.
I’m lonely by myself, sure, Mr. Cow, Miss Piggy, and Mrs. Bear are all nice, but you were my favorite stuffed animal Teddy! You had wonderful brown paws, and a fluffy head, and you never lost any stuffing!
Life is quite out here Teddy! I’m a bit disappointed that you left, but you’ll come back! Won’t you? Mama says that you’ll come back for the holidays, but I can’t tell if she was lying or not. All I’m saying is, I miss you, and I really wish you would stop what your doing and come back.

Love,
Winny

TW: mentions of d-ath, t-auma, and s-icide (read with caution)

total words: 390
cora, fan-fi
daily, nov. 5

Hey, Lilah.
I don’t know if you’re out there or even still alive–it breaks my heart to think that you might not be–but I hope you’re okay.
I know we ended off on the wrong foot, but I love you. I always did, and I still do, no matter how much you might hate me. I would die to save you.
I’m not sure if you disappeared because of me, or your family, or some other problem you had happening that I wasn’t even aware of. I hope on every shooting star, every matching time on the clock that I wasn’t the cause of it. And if I was, I am so, so, so sorry.
I’m sorry about your brother, too. I keep blaming myself for all this, because we spent so much time together–being in the same classes and all–and I hate myself for the fact that I didn’t notice what was happening ‘till it was too late. I know you do, too, and I want to tell you: It’s not your fault. It never was, and never will be. I miss Alex so, so much.
I don’t know if you care how your family is doing. Everyone’s alive and healthy. Amira found that letter you left for her once she turned fifteen. She cried when she found it, and whispered that she wished her big sister was there to see her. They miss you, even if you don’t miss them. I miss you too, even if you don’t miss me. Jacob is seventeen now, just like me. And just like Alex would’ve been, too, if I’d been paying more attention to the signs. I can’t apologize enough. Jake cries every time someone mentions you or Alex.
Honestly, I thought the worst part of suicide would’ve been finding the person, or telling their family, and telling their family was pretty bad, but it’s nothing compared to watching their day-to-day lives and seeing how much it affects them all the time.
Same with when someone disappears. I miss you so, so, so much, Lilah. I hope you’re okay–no, I hope you’re better than okay, I hope you’re happy.
I’m sobbing now. I can’t write anymore.
I miss you, and I love you more than words can express.
Love,
Allie, your best friend, chosen sister, soulmate, and chaos partner for life

thank you for reading!! i had so much fun writing this <3