SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022

zodiacdog

“Xavier! Wake up!”
Xavier startled out of bed. She stared at him, fear and determination clouding her gaze. Her hand was instinctively wrapped around the hilt of her sword. He nodded at her, and slung his bow over his back, along with his quiver. He also pulled a lance on, with a leather strap binding it. She did her best not to snicker. His back looked like a porcupines. She distracted herself by pulling out her crossbow. With a couple prods, it folded together, forming a seemingly harmless ball. She kept it in her leather bag, in which she had packed the essentials. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she was glad it was dark enough for Xavier not to see. In wordless consent, they both crept out the door. They pushed their feet around the fake bear footprints and blood, making it look like there was a struggle. Finally, they walked out into the forest, dragging their feet so they would think they were dragged away, perhaps for a meal. She hoped no one would enter the forest and they both walked normally once they were in it.
“The ocean isn’t far now.” Xavier said hoarsely.
‘He must be crying too..’ she thought, and kept a hand on his shoulder as they walked.
“We couldn’t stay there.” But the sadness crept into her voice. CRUNCH! She whirled around, drawing her sword. Xavier knocked an arrow in his bow, looking around warily. If anything follows you, leave no survivors. Her mothers words echoed in her head, and she and Xavier moved into a defensive position. “We aren’t going to hurt you,” she said, hating how she sounded gentle and kind. “Either leave or show yourself,” she added, putting in the slightest note of warning. An arrow rushed past her face.
“RUN!” she yelled to Xavier, and he took off, obviously expecting her to follow. She didn’t. She rushed to the shrub where the arrow came from and heard a scream as her blade glinted red. Another arrow rushed past her. She turned around, and instead saw Xavier, up in a tree, a look on his face that said all too clearly, You won’t get rid of me that easily. She shot him a grim smile and danced among the trees, her blade waving. A man ran out, waving his sword like a madman. She parried his blow, and easily stabbed him. He collapsed to the ground. More people burst from the woods, and she took a step back, overwhelmed. “ACTUALLY RUN!” she shouted to Xavier, her fear showing in her voice. He jumped down the tree, landing easily as she ran into the forest. He followed, shooting arrows behind them
“How did they know?” he panted. She shook her head, saving her breath. She skidded to a stop, and ran around a hidden curve. Pulling off her bag, she pulled up the one thing she’d been saving. A grenade. She glanced at Xavier, and saw a wry smile had formed on his face. Seconds later, as the thunder of footsteps came, she pulled out he ring and-
She threw it in the clearing. People yelped with fear, and she could tell some would survive. Turning around she ran and- SPLASH! She got to her feet coughing. The ocean! Xavier followed behind. He pulled out a bottle- with all the information they would need. He hurled it out to sea. The remainder of the people ran out, a surprising amount of people. She turned with a sad smile to Xavier.
“I guess we can take one thing out of the equation.” she said. Xavier nodded.
“Us.” Tears sprang to his eyes. “I love you, Agnes.” he whispered.
“I love you too,” she croaked, and closed her eyes as a sword whipped towards her.

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Last edited by zodiacdog (Nov. 5, 2022 21:07:54)

charliesunset

november fifth daily ☙ message in a bottle
♡ 349 words ♡

Dear reader,

I’m Mari. No, I do not know your name. I don’t know who you are, how you opened this bottle—smashed it open, maybe, or screwed off the cap—but I’m sorry I had to close it so tight. It looked like a rough journey, for who knows how many thousands of miles from eastern Canada. You probably don’t even know I exist.
This message in a bottle may sink to the bottom of the ocean, clouded by black, where, unless you’re in the midst of some very-deep-sea exploration, you’re not going to find. It may travel around the world fifty times before washing up on some desolate desert island shore as its final destination. But if you do receive this message, and open it so that it is completely undamaged, you are incredibly lucky. I mean, of all the possibilities, you got it. Out of all the people in the world living along some sort of shore. You also happen to speak this same language somehow and whatever nonsense I’m saying that I’m going to regret later. Or maybe not.
If you receive this message, that means this is not a coincidence of some sort. I was walking past the coast today, this bottle randomly rolled up to me, and I just happened to have a pen and paper in my coat pocket. That sounds like a coincidence. But it’s not the first time it’s happened to me, especially at the beach. Once, it tripped me. (I was fine.) This time, I decided to pick it up, because I didn’t want to, um, break my arm again.
I guess the wind is a messenger of some sort for the universe and it’s decided to tie us together in a series of bizarre not-coincidences. At least, if you get this.
Write back. I think it’ll come back. It would be really amazing if that happened, and I honestly doubt it will. But if this gets to you, and you throw your own message in the ocean, I swear, it’s going to get back.

— Mari

Last edited by charliesunset (Nov. 5, 2022 21:17:54)

A-Sad-Invention

daily 11/5

Dear stranger,
Please don’t throw this back into the ocean, I know you probably want to. It would mean a lot to me if you just kept reading this. Isn’t it sad? The only thing I have in my life is just one pitiful piece of paper stuffed into a plastic water bottle.
I don’t really know anything anymore. Frankly, writing this brings me comfort. How maybe, just maybe, that someone will know how I feel. Maybe even care. Nobody ever cared before.
Is anybody out there?
Because I don’t see anyone. Actually, I take that back. There are people all around me, but there’s no one at the same time. It’s like feeling lonely when there are people everywhere. Have you ever felt that way before?
If you have or do, I hope it’s getting better for you. I hope it’s getting better for me, too. If you know anyone who might feel this way, go talke to them. Hopefully, they won’t feel as worthless or have lost hope already like me.
Please don’t ignore this note. Don’t ignore the warning signs, like everyone around me chose to. Don’t ignore it when they stop talking, stop smiling, and lose their interest in things they love. People don’t have to wear all black and listen to edgy music to be depressed. It’s a shame how many people don’t know that.
It’s entirely possible that nobody will find this, and I’m just stupid with unrealistic hope. Hope is such a dangerous thing isn’t it? It could bring you high, or let you fall. This note might just float in the ocean forever. But I trust the tiniest chance that this bottle might wash up onto the beach, and someone will pick it up, unscrew the cap, and read it.
Your friend,
A stranger.

Last edited by A-Sad-Invention (Nov. 5, 2022 21:18:33)

-Galatic_Planet-

MC Daily 5- Nov 5
350 words

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.

Dear Stranger,
IMPORTANT- READ THE ENTIRE LETTER- I don’t know you, and I don’t ever plan on it. After all, I’m probably dead. Hopefully. If you have found this do not show it to anyone. Hide it somewhere. Don’t let anyone know what it says. You are the chosen one. You found this letter and successfully are reading it. Anyways I need you to know that on April 18, at 4:27 am, in the year 4000, a group of aliens from another galaxy will come and land in somewhere in Australia. I’m not sure where but I decided to warn you anyways. I was told to not tell anyone and if I was caught I’d be tortured. I need you to throw this bottle back in the ocean and make sure it doesn’t come back to the very beach you found it in. I know you won’t trust me but please listen. Even if you are 1000 years away from the date I stated please listen. I’m begging you. Since you have found this letter you will fall in the same trap. If you tell a soul you will join me in my everlasting agony. How can you help since your not allowed to inform anyone else? I’ll tell you. If you are at less than 50 years from the stated date you should find a piece of sapphire- real sapphire- and bury it anywhere in Australia. ANY where. The middle of the biggest city, middle of the Outback, or in the jungle, it doesn’t matter. It also doesn’t matter the size, but the bigger the better. The group of Aliens are scared of sapphire. They can’t stand it. I’m not entirely sure why but my theory is that they don’t like the minerals that makes it up. Thank you. If you are further away than within 50 years then I’m sorry but there’s nothing much you can do. Just make sure the bottle is safe and toss it in the ocean. Good bye. Thank you for reading all of this. It’s importan.
Take this letter into consideration,
Charlie, Time-Traveler

zodiacdog

Literature - Warriors
OC - Meadowflash

Personality/Looks -
Meadowflash is a fierce she-cat *warrior, who isn’t interested in becoming a **queen. She is defensive and fair, though sometimes she might be biased in one cat's direction. Her pelt is smooth blond, with spots of color along it like brown, white, a tint of blue, gray, and ginger. She has a scar down her flank, and clawmark on her muzzle. Her eyes are pine green. She is in Windclan. Also, she admires Thunderclan and their leader, though that will not stop her from protecting her clanmates.

DISCLAIMER - There are several main characters in the Warriors series; I am choosing the first one.

Story -

Meadowflash tasted the air. She could smell all sorts of cats coming down, and she relaxed, knowing they couldn’t attack any of her ***clanmates, for they would face ****Starclan - and her. She glanced at the tall trees looming above her, and was surprised when she bumped into a cat, supposedly not from her *****clan. Her fur bristled, and she glared down at the cat, who was-
“Firestar?” she said, keeping her voice in control. The ginger tom looked at her kindly.
“Do I know you?” he asked.
“No.. I suppose not.” she said, hating herself for sounding so uncertain. She changed her voice to a brisk tone. “I’ve just seen you on the highrock.”
He nodded. “Nice to meet you…”
“Meadowflash.” she said, proudly, lifting her head to stare him in the eye. He nodded, and then hurried to Highrock. Her head spinned.
‘I just met Firestar.’ she though, though she refused to let her excitement show on her face.

KEY -
*warrior - A cat who has passed his or her training to become a full warrior.
**queen - A female cat who is either pregnant or has kits.
*****clan - There are four clans - Windclan, Thunderclan, Riverclan, and Shadowclan. Each has separate territory, though battle can be waged for more land, prey, or any sort of dispute. During a full moon, all clans come together in peace to exchange news and warnings. This is called a gathering.
***clanmates - Other cats in the same clan as you.
****Starclan - Ancient warrior ancestors. When you die, you go up to starclan. They watch over the clans, delivering prophecies, omens, and messages. However, evil cats go to the dark forest, while noble cats go to Starclan.

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Ataraxea

Daily 5
1034 Words

Rhea walked along the edge of the coastline. She sighed, it was so peaceful here, why couldn’t the rest of the world be more like this? The sun was like an egg yolk in the sky, and the sky itself had transformed into numerous colors. Suddenly, a bright light shone across her face. She covered her eyes momentarily and when Rhea uncovered them, she noticed a green bottle. Ugh, people really need to stop littering… Her eyes widened in surprise. Is that a piece of paper? Maybe there’s a message and someone needs help… Rhea uncorked the green bottle, shaking the paper out. Unfolding the paper carefully, she looked at the message in surprise.

Hello! I see that you’ve found my message. I was worried it would drift out at sea for eternity. Hopefully, not too much time will have passed. It’s very lonely on this island. Company would be great! I hope you can actually get onto this island. Oh yes, this island is in the water, but you can reach it on foot—the water isn’t deep. The island itself is surrounded by vegetation, specifically flowers. It’s basically my sanctuary. There’s a hut in the center of the island, that’s where I’m staying, and where you should come if can. Now, there’s a chance that you’ll ignore this strange invitation from a person you don’t even know, but I know that you will come. It’s in your nature after all. It’s a beautiful island, and it’s a shame if you don’t come. After all, it would be a waste of paper, ink, and that perfectly good bottle. If you decide against it, just chuck the bottle back into the sea, hopefully, it’ll find someone else—someone willing to come to my island. If you can’t find this island, then don’t be discouraged, you’re not destined to, but I believe you are the one, you will find it. I’ll be waiting for you.

Well, I guess someone does need “help”. Where is this place… Oh! It must be that “island”. I haven’t been there in ages! Rhea smiled, excited to revisit the serene forest. She stuffed the paper back into the bottle and waded into the water. If I remember correctly, it should be…over there! Good thing this water is shallow. She paused. Where..? Oh. Holding up her hand, she began to feel the air. There it is! Rhea’s hand touched a solid barrier, and the mirage lifted. Wow…it’s even more beautiful! She looked around and noticed smoke coming from the center of the island. Guess that’s where I’m going.
15 minutes later, Rhea made it to the hut. She knocked on the door.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” she said. The door swings open so fast that Rhea falls forward. A pair of arms reaches out and catches her. Rhea’s face burns with embarrassment.
“Sorry.” the person says.
“Sooo, are you the person who sent this?” she asked, waving the green bottle. The person nods their head.
“Finally! I’ve waited centuries for someone to come.” the person says.
“Centuries?” she mutters under her breath.
“Oh! It’s just a figure of speech!” the person says. “It’s just that I’ve been waiting a long time for another witch to arrive!”
“W-witch? I-I’m not a witch…” Rhea says shakily.
“Of course you are, you made it here, didn’t you?” the person replies, “Oh, I’m Alexandra. Nice to meet you.”
“W-what do you mean?” Rhea asks.
“Only a witch can lift the mirage to this island,” Alexandra says, exasperated. “Did they teach you nothing on Scaulksla?”
“S-cow-la? What?” she says, clearly confused. Is she going nuts?
“You mean to tell me you don’t know what Scalksla is?” Alexandra says, surprised.
“Nope. I’ve never heard of S-cow-la,” she says plainly.
“Okay, first of all, it’s pronounced scā-ŭlk-slă, not scowl-uh. And secondly, you’re telling me you were raised by humans?!”
“Duh. What else?” she says, “Witches?” she adds, rolling her eyes. Alexandra rolls her eyes in return. Lifting her hands, she makes an orb of light. What?! How?! That defies logic!
“Believe me now?” Alexandra says.
“Yep,” Rhea replies in shock. “But I can’t do that, so…”
“Yes you can, just imagine making a ball of light in your hands,” Alexandra says. Ball of light. Ball of light. Ball of light. Ball. Of. Light.
“It’s not working…” she says.
“Try harder,” Alexandra says. Ugh, who does she think she is?! But it seems so cool… I guess it’s worth another shot… Ball of light! Rhea’s hands start to glow and Alexandra’s eyes widen.
“Uhmm. What do I do now?” Rhea asks, dumbfounded.
“I- Uh- Let it out,” Alexandra says simply. And how am I supposed to do that, genius? Closing her eyes, Rhea breathes out and imagines the energy in her hands flowing out. She hears a screech, opens her eyes, and sees Alexandra covering her head.
“That’s…that’s high-level forbidden magic!” Alexandra says in awe and fear.
“I- What?” she replies.
“Quick, show me your wrist,” Alexandra commands. Rhea flips her wrist, surprised by Alexandra’s sudden commanding tone.
“No…it can’t be…” Alexandra whispers.
“What?” she demands.
“Quick come in. If they find you, they’ll kill you.” Alexandra says, looking around.
“What?” she demands again.
“Look. That was high-level forbidden magic. It’s outlawed. If a council member sees you wielding it, you’ll be executed. They’re afraid of witches with those powers—especially untrained witches. Like you. Who knows what you’ll do.” Alexandra says, then facepalms herself. “I should’ve seen it earlier…You’re that witch from the prophecy, it says, before you ask, that you’ll cause the witch world and human world to collide. That means war. They know that the witch who does that has dark magic—that’s why it’s outlawed.”
“Then why don’t you just kill me?” Rhea asks.
“The prophecy states 2 dark witches—twins,” Alexandra cries. “And I can’t…the council’s law states that family can’t kill each other. And it’s in your best interest to stay alive.” What? Alexandra notices the change in Rhea’s face.
“We’re the two witches in the prophecy…” Alexandra adds.
“But…that wasn’t dark magic…” Rhea whispers.
“Why would I show dark magic to a strange witch?!” Alexandra yells. Alexandra throws her hands up and the whole island goes dark.

Last edited by Ataraxea (Nov. 5, 2022 22:13:05)

bIxez

Saturday, November 5th
Dear darling teddy baer,

Please come back. From the childhood memories we’ve made with my crafty hands and your burnt out paws, from the tears, and the beers, and the candles (Taylor Swift reference don’t worry). And “yes I’ve gotten your letter”, and “yes I’m doing better”, but still I’d like to see you back again in person. I feel as if I’m just a “wrinkle in your new life”, but if you’d like, we can reestablish the friendship we once had. I wish you would contact me more, and that you would not forget me, but now you have not responded since… ten days. We’ve built our childhood together, and I would not want to forget that. It seems as if you have forgotten the days that we spent our time together, the amount of time I’ve gone to you in tears. And now you are rubbing all my tears away, somewhere else amongst the globe. Teddy Baer, I just want to let you know that “it cut deep to know ya right to the bone.” Because once I knew you, I knew I wouldn’t survive letting you go. And now you’ve gone. Whether you’re across the earth, somewhere in the deep, dark seas, I want to let you know to come home. Hopefully once I send this bottle into the ocean, you’ll receive it. Or if you are some random stranger who has come across this glass bottle, I hope you find my Teddy Baer. Someday or somehow, you will come home. I can feel it and I know it, it’s just a matter of when and how. Please come back, and we can revisit our childhood memories together once again. If it’s only for a minute, I don’t care, just please come and visit.

Your friend,
Faer

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zodiacdog

Doe felt her palms glow as they met the greatest treasure in possibly the whole world. She gasped with pain as energy flew through her. A vision formed in front of her.. That was her. She saw herself as golden energy pulsed through her veins. She watched as her eyes closed, and she was plunged into darkness. Darkness… Before light. She opened her eyes. Soft grass supported her. A bird tweeted. Sunlight shone down, and she felt she could lie there forever…..
“DOE! Um, what was it.. Oh! Doe, a deer, a female de- OOF!” Doe tackled her friend before he could say another word.
“NOPE! Never say that again!” she demanded, getting up as the illusion disappeared. They were in a dank dungeon now.
“Even to save you from lying there permanently until you were turned into a monster, and then-”
“ALRIGHT, FINE! Just stop bragging.” she said. Arthur heaved himself onto his feet, and huffed. Before he could say a word, she lifted her hand, stiffening. “You hear that?” she whispered. A ticking sound came from the shadows.
‘Culafring!’ she thought, as the serpent lept from the shadows, baring its fangs. It lept for her shoulder, and sank its fangs into it, before being knocked aside.
“ARTHUR!” she screamed, blood dripping from her wound. She recognized the flash of his silver blade.
“JUST RUN!” he commanded, raising his blade again dripped with blue blood. She limped to the nearest exit, and found a corner to hide in. She pulled out a bandage from her bag, and wrapped it around her shoulder. The pain slowly faded, and she pulled out her crossbow, loading in an arrow. She ran back into the room, hearing the grunts as Arthur fought the beast. Aiming her crossbow, she shot it. It landed squarely in its eyeball. She did her best not to gag as the weight of the arrow pulled it out. Doe loaded her crossbow up again, slowly circling the culafring from its blind spot. Arthur noticed her, and kept the serpents' attention on him. From the back, she could see the one translucent spot, guarded by spiky ribs. She cautiously lit her arrow on fire, using wool to keep it aflame. Aiming at it, she breathed deeply, before letting the arrow loose. It flew through the air, seemingly in slow motion, as she reached up to cover her face. However, she saw the arrow land in it, and saw the serpent freeze, before flames raced over its body, soon leaving nothing but a pile of ashes.
“Arthur!” she said, not caring as she ran through the ashes.
“I’m fine, Doe.” he said, getting to his feet. His eyes glinted with anger. “This isn’t right.” She sighed.
“I know it isn’t, but we have to find a way out of here! We can’t just rant about this while we’re trapped until we get distracted cause a Tripecede or a Retorian comes!” He sighed in return.
“How’s your arm?” he asked instead, looking at the bandage.
“Fine. Pain-removing ones did the job.” she said, happy to change the subject.
“Good. We better get moving,” he said briskly. Doe collected her belongings while Arthur studied the glyphs carved into the stone. “Doe? Is this cloud or wind?” he asked. She walked up to him, studying the smooth ripples.
“Wind, I think. Though this part is wrong.. There’s- OW!” she yelled, as she reached out to touch the mistake. Purple electricity rippled down her arm, and she fell to the ground, stunned. She shook her arm as the shock faded. “Why am I the only one getting injured!?” she grumbled.
Arthur chuckled. “Well, I think we found our new passage,” he said, as the mistake fixed itself, and a new passageway formed.

I will be continuing this.
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Xx_Hermione_xX

Nov 5th Daily
Message in a Bottle

TW: THIS LETTER IS DARK AND CONTAIN MENTIONS OF DEATH AND SUICIDE

Dear, Whoever even cares.

My time has ended, sooner than others wanted. Actually who even cared for me? No one. That is why I am gone, nothing but a piece of dust cared for me. Nothing. So now I must go, maybe come back as something else people will love. Not me, not stupid little me. I don't even care anymore, I am sick and tired of waiting for someone to notice me. I doubt this bottle will even make it to shore, it will just sink to the bottom of the ocean and no one will see it again. Like me.

There is no way out of the suffering, it is too much to bare. I can't do this anymore, what other way is there? I need freedom, but my mortal body will never be free. Ever. I want to end this suffering for me, I want to be free. But not on earth. I don't belong here. Not anymore at least. No one cares. I can die with the thought of knowing that I won't hurt anyone by doing this. I guess it is a good thing no one cares about me.

I hope I managed to get some people to notice me, this bottle may make it to shore before I do this. I plan to do this in a few month's time. You will probably not even be able to stop me from this. It will be hard. Just know that people probably love you, unlike me. I hope you have a good life, even though I will probably never know who you are. If you even cared enough to read this I hope I don't place a burden on you. Don't feel like it is your fault if you read this before I ascend. Today date is the 08.11.22.

From,
Lyv

smalltoe

Daily! I don't like this afnwejnvwi I just speedran it but um here's a don't hug me I'm scared au with taylor swift references slay besties

June 19th

This is all I can do now.
Pathetic, isn’t it?
A message in a (a word the scratch filterbot doesn't like but really isn't that bad so um) bottle. You must think I’m deranged. Out of my mind. All those things you called them, thinking we were smarter, thinking we finally broke their twisted system. Looking back, it’s almost funny. We should’ve known from the start. There’s no escape from this place.
So don’t you dare pretend we fixed it all. Don’t you dare pretend that we were heroes, that we saved everyone. Because we didn’t, because even though we broke everything they made to trap us in we still can’t get out.
You must think I’m desperate. We all are. You’d be so disappointed we almost made it.
…If you ever get this at all.
Maybe I am all those things you called them. I’m throwing a note into the sea, for God’s sake, and hoping it’ll somehow get to you, your ghost, something-
Don’t you see? This is what they’ve done to us.

Some days I wonder how differently things would’ve gone had I never met you at all. Maybe you would still be alive. Maybe you would’ve done it all without me, and neither of us would’ve messed up, and maybe we would be somewhere else. Paris, maybe. I saw it on a postcard once. I don’t know if it exists, but- I’ve always wanted to go to there. To go anywhere but here.
Trust me, this place is even worse without you here. I get this thing when I look up and I swear the walls have closed in, trapping me - but then, of course, I remember that doesn’t happen anymore. That it’s all inside my head now.

Some days I wonder what would happen if some random stranger found this. That would mean there really are others out there; that you really did find them.

Who knows - maybe, by then, I’d have managed to escape.

Or this might just wash up right back onto this beach, and there’s nothing else after all, and we really are trapped here. Wouldn’t that be funny? If they killed you trying to protect the secrets they didn’t even have.

I can imagine you laughing up from hell at that.

But you won’t be there, will you? You always said if you died, you’d come back as a ghost. That you weren’t done with this place.
I can’t believe I’m pinning all my hopes on that.

But I can’t pin all my hopes on you anymore. You’re never coming back.

Or maybe you’ll appear, right back in this town, right where we both started, and we’ll do it all over again, and still never make it.

Last edited by smalltoe (Nov. 5, 2022 22:36:58)

Whimsy_lux

Hey there Gabriel,

I won’t bother saying who I am or why I’m writing this, if this note has truly gone to the right person, you’ll know. If this does go to some random kid making sandcastles or some swimmer in the ocean, sorry, this isn’t a treasure map leading to gold. That is, unless you find this note to be that interesting! Heh, I don’t care if it gets to you or if this floats endlessly in the ocean or sinks to the bottom of the sea. I miss you, and you’ve always loved my writing, so a message in a bottle would be perfect, wouldn’t it?

I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you as much as I should’ve. I never listened to you, even when you were trying to confide in me and now you're gone. And I’m here, at my desk in the middle of the night, crying into a piece of parchment because my therapist said that writing down my feelings and letting them go would help me get over you. And look what I do in response! Planning to shove this in a bottle and send it out into the sea because it’d be so romantic, and because, even though I know it's impossible, I want you to find this.

This is stupid isn’t it. I was supposed to be apologizing, or reminiscing on old times but all I’m doing is having a stupid pity party. I’m just so sorry Gabriel. So so sorry. If I could turn back time and listen to you and help you I swear I would. The day I found out you ran away was the worst day of my life. You even decided to give me back the handkerchief I gave back to you. I have it in my purse everyday. It isn’t mine, and if I ever see you again, I swear I’ll give it back, and give you everything I neglected to give you before. I was a terrible partner and I want to make it better. But now I never will, but please, it doesn’t matter if you accept or not, but I love you. Please come back.

Whirlygig

SWC main cabin daily #5 - message in a bottle
November 5, 2022

If you’re reading this, I’m sorry.
I should have known that no matter how hard I tried, I would never be good enough for you.
I should have known that my kindness would go unnoticed and my patience would never be repaid.
I should have known. If only I’d known. If only you knew.
If only you knew how many nights I cried myself to sleep, hating and berating myself for caring so much about someone who cared nothing for me. If only you knew how much I needed you when you weren’t there for me. If only you knew how much it hurt me. If only you knew how many second chances and third chances and seventh chances you got, and how every time I promised myself it was your last chance, you’d come back again and I’d open up my heart one more time, just to be left alone once more.
If only you knew.
It’s not all you. I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I only thought of myself. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry that in all my pain, I was too blind to see the pain I caused you. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. You didn’t know any better, and it’s not an excuse, but it’s also not an excuse for me, because I wasn’t there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on.
I’m sorry, and you’re sorry, and no matter how sorry we both are, we’re both two stupid idiots who will never know how to apologize, and forgive, and because of that we will never have what we once had, what we could have had.
I miss the way things were, but hard times are a test of how strong a bond is, and clearly ours wasn’t strong enough. I can’t fix what once was, and I don’t know what will be.
If you’re reading this, I’m sorry.
If you’re reading this, I forgive you.
If you’re reading this, I’m sorry.

334 words

backstory/authors note - ahahaha we love the angst don't we- anyways about this ‘message.’ this is something that I've wanted to write for a long time. basically it's me pouring out all my heartbreak because someone I thought was my friend literally ditched me during a mental health all-time low, and how after the two of us moved to different schools I realized that a lot of the hurt I felt was my own doing. yeah, this kid hurt me a lot, but I reciprocated it in the things I said and did. if I could do it all over again, I would, but the past is past.

on Monday, I saw this kid at the gym when I was leaving swim practice. we genuinely had a nice conversation. with time apart, we've both matured. I hope someday we can begin again.

Whirlygig

SWC Bi-Fi in-cabin daily #5 - dead uncle phone call
November 5, 2022

It’s not every day you get a phone call from your dead uncle. Mine, Uncle Fred, passed away when I was two. I don’t remember him, and I assumed I was never going to hear from him again. Since, you know, he’s dead. Turns out I assumed wrong.
It was a normal Friday afternoon. I was trying to finish my homework, my dog was chewing on a stuffed animal, and leaves were swirling in the autumn wind outside my window. Then, the phone rang. I thought it was nothing out of the ordinary; it was our landline phone that rang, and the only people who ever call that are telemarketers and occasionally my younger sister. I ran up the stairs to my parents’ room, dog close behind, and picked up the phone.
“Hello?” I said.
“Delilah…” a voice said over the receiver, “it’s been so long since I’ve heard your voice.”
“Um, do I know you?” I asked. I was pretty creeped out - who would be calling this number who knew my name? I certainly didn’t recognize the voice.
“It’s Fred,” the voice replied, “your uncle.”
Now, I don’t know much about my Uncle Fred. Like I said, he died when I was two. My parents don’t like to talk much about him, because rumor has it he made a bargain with a mind demon to get a publishing deal on his first book. But I felt it would be rude to just hang up on him, so I replied.
“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” I asked cautiously.
“My dear Delilah,” he replied in a slimy, oily voice, “nobody ever really dies.”
“Well then, why do my parents say you’re dead? One of my earliest memories is attending your funeral and we place flowers on your grave every year.”
Uncle Fred chuckled darkly over the phone. “You see, my dear, I made a deal with a good friend of mine. And deals with Bill prove to be quite lucrative. I faked my death to achieve fame and glory, with Bill at my side. And you can too - just shake his hand…”
Enough. I slammed the phone down on the receiver, pulled its cord, and ran into my room, barricading the door behind me.
I guess there’s a reason we don’t talk about Fred.

384 words

authors note - dead uncle? bill cipher? sounds like a good story to me ;) I'll be honest after pouring my heart out in that main cabin daily I needed something fun and easy to write and what's better than demons, death, and cursed phone calls? yeah lol idk man do with it what you will

SqueakyBird520

Daily November 5th

My dearest friend, Scott,
As I am writing this, Ruby sleeps on the couch of our living room. You know, the one that we would have pillow fights and play The Floor is Lava on whenever we decided to release our inner children. I don’t think I ever want to see that couch go, not while you’re still away.
Ruby’s ten years old now. Can you believe that? She’s gone a quarter of her life without her father. A few months after you left on your trip, she asked if I was her mother now. I told her no, I’m still just a friend of her father. She then asked if she could call me her aunt. I told her no once more, I was not her aunt. She thought for a moment, and changed the subject. She asked why I didn’t have kids of my own. I told her I didn’t want them, that I was ace, and explained to her what that meant. Then I saw her face light up, and she asked, “You’re an ace?”
Well, long story short, Ruby doesn’t call me mom, she doesn’t call me aunt, she calls me her Ace Julia.
Our friend James is married now. His husband’s name is Nolan, and they still invite our friends over every other Saturday like you knew James to do. It’s not the same there without you.
Ruby never asks about her mother. She knows that neither of us like talking about her.
On the subject of what people do and don’t like speaking of, your daughter’s made some new friends. She talks about them all the time, Brandon, Pete, and Kayleigh. Ruby’s gotten them to call me Ace Julia, too. In her words, it’s because “Aunts and moms and things like that aren’t the same for everyone, but you’re ace for everybody, so you’re everyone’s Ace Julia.” I don’t think I want these kids to call me anything else.
Anyways, I’m writing this message to you the morning of your birthday. When Ruby wakes up, I’m going to tell her about our curse, and the way it will end. We’re going to bottle the message together, and then toss it out into the ocean tonight. We may be fated to never see each other until it’s been half a decade since you’ve gone out to sea for a trip meant to be a few weeks long, but we still have the promise of one message between us being able to make it from one to the other. Remember when we first were given this fate? When I asked you never to send anything to me? This is the reason. I wanted to write to you. Our time is halfway through. This is to make that second half a little more bearable. Don’t worry, I’ll never give up hope. I just pray that you haven’t given up either.
Until we see each other again in two and a half years, I give you this sole message in a bottle. A message to tell you that everything will be okay if we just give it a bit more time.
Your best friend,
Julia
P.S. Ruby and I are writing this last little bit before we put this letter in the bottle. For the past two we missed: Happy birthday! Happy birthday! For this one: Happy birthday! And for the next two: Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Ruby says you should cross out one “Happy birthday!” for every one that happens while you’re gone, if you have any clue of the passing of time wherever you are.
Closing the letter for real this time,
Julia Ace Julia and Ruby

611 words!

SussyLegWarmers-

Daily for Mystery

I got rid of my dark one lol

Dear You,
I'm surprised you found this. I would've assumed the sea had kept it for itself. I'll let you guess when this was written. I'll let you know this about me, I'm a detective. The case I've been working on is perplexing. I keep going over it in my head but well, it doesn't make sense. The door was locked, but someone managed to slip through. Almost like they're a ghost. Which sadly, isn't possible. Though I wish it was. Then this case would finally be over. Though it is sadly not that simple. And even if it was, my colleagues would look at me like I'm mad. But, I do love my job. The adrenaline I get from it is exhilarating. It's quite fun chasing a suspect even though it's tiring. A downside is the fact that when I try to sleep, I can't. I hate when a case is ongoing. I usually figure it out after a while. Enough about me, how are you doing? Do you have an exciting life? Are you having fun? I hope you are. I just wanted to write this to let you know that you're amazing. I believe that you are. If you've read this far, thank you for taking the time to read this. Something that seems unimportant to the eyes of many. I'd love to get to know you but this may have been kept in the sea for years and years. Though it may have been, I wanted to let you have this positive message. With everything that's been happening, a slice of kindness is the least I can do. Being a detective and all, I read people inside and out. It's quite a curse. But at least I know who's truthful and who's not. Knowing this can be helpful. I suggest you learn how to.

I want you to write a letter. Put it in this bottle and throw it into the sea. So another soul can read it.

From,
Someone who cares.

Last edited by SussyLegWarmers- (Nov. 5, 2022 23:23:39)

macaroni--penguin

Daily for November 5th, message in a bottle
I chose to write from the perspective of Ann Putnam Jr., a 12 year old girl who was supposedly bewitched during the Salem witch trials. Not very good, but it was fun :)

— I'm fully aware that some of this is inaccurate! Anything I changed was solely for narrative purposes, so don't read this as if everything is true and historical —
Also ignore the terrible fake old grammar xD

———

Whomever is reading this: My name is Ann. The current year is 1692.
I am writing this letter because my thoughts are weighing down on me but there is no one I can tell about them, so I am going to store this letter in a bottle and leave it in the river, like my cousin, Valerie, taught me. She told me writing a message in a bottle is a sure way to clear your mind.
Over the past two weeks, I have been extremely unwell, and the reverend can’t seem to find the cause. I’ve been doing things my mother calls unholy, such as yesternight when against my own volition, repeatedly screamed out nonsensical words for ten minutes at least. And the day before, I fell to the ground, shaking and hitting my surroundings. I do not remember the incident, but my parents recounted it in great detail to me. It’s quite disturbing, but I seem to be recovering.
What worries me is that my mother and father are blaming our maid, Tituba! My good friend, Abigail, had the same ailment a few weeks prior to mine, and told my parents that Tituba is a witch and is bewitching all the young girls of the town in order to earn their loyalty to the devil! But I wouldn’t believe it for a second. Tituba may be a bit unrefined and not too courteous, but she is loyal and would never bewitch me. I have stumbled upon her muttering confusing words when she is alone, and if I am not imagining it, she may have even hinted at being slightly supernormal. But I care not one bit if Tituba is a witch, because I am certain she would never cause me such pain. However, this is not to say that she couldn’t have bewitched Abigail and the other girls.
What I’ve been so plagued by that I had to write this letter, is whether I should turn Tituba in? I know that she didn’t bewitch me, but the reverend tells me that she must be a witch working for the devil and if I know anything about her, I need to tell the church to avoid even more girls falling victim to her magicks. The trouble is that I am not fully sure whether she cursed them, or if she’s innocent. If I accuse an innocent person of witchcraft, she will be wrongfully hanged, however if I act as if I know nothing and she turns out to be the devil’s servant, I could put the girls of the town in danger.
I will mull it over some more before the reverend comes to check on me in the morning.

Ann

Last edited by macaroni--penguin (Nov. 5, 2022 23:36:26)

-Galatic_Planet-

Ignore ^^

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ka26dhan

WEEKLY - 1

NOTE: these people are cabins personified so don't feel insulted, this is just imagination! i l love all the cabins!

allies ◈ don't attack!
→ horror { siblings <3 }
→ hi-fi
→ fan-fi

neutrals ◈ attack if they do >

→ sci-fi { friendly }
→ poetry { neutral }
→ thriller { neutral }
→ banned-tasy { hostile }
→ badventure { hostile }

enemies ◈ ATTAAACKK >

→ bye-fi { bi-fi }
→ disco pain { dystopian }
→ folk-bore { folklore }
→ scribbles { script }

WEEKLY: 1568 WORDS

⚙ Fantasy (126 words)

Dear Fantasy,

I’m Realfi, your old friend. I’ve known you as a lighthearted friend, but a line has grown between us. I want the reality to shine in my writing, whereas you prefer stories with unicorns washing up in cheese sauce. We were friends, but I feel like we’re keeping our distance. Honestly, I love your style. I love that everything is so magical and makes you feel like you actually live somewhere with a secret wizard school. But face the reality. Everyone knows REAL-FI has stolen the hearts of 5 to 100 year olds. Its simplicity is gorgeous. It is just so fascinating watching the triumphs and downfalls of people, all in the pages of a book. I’ve sent you a banana, something that reality only has.

-Realfi

☾ Dystopian (114 words)

Dear Dystopian,

I thought we were still friends, but no. We were friends in primary school. We traded candy on Halloween, and even made a secret society all about searching for rainbow glitter crabs in the sea. But no. We just aren’t the same people. If I had a chance, I would cabin war you every day of my life. You started stealing my halloween candy in 3rd grade, which is no exception. YOU KNOW I LOVED MY SKITTLES! But you took all of it. Which is why I’ve included potato salad for a gift. I remember how much you hated it. Oh, I also put the gummy worms that actually look like worms on top.

-Realfi

♕ Adventure (135 words)

Dear Adventure,

You were the class clown. The only person who liked tangerines in 6th grade. The only person who couldn’t peel a banana. You were very suspicious. Every night you would run through the school hall, a cape trailing behind you. I only caught a glance, but I once saw you holding a sword. I keep you close, for I feel you need to control your need for adventure. You have attacked my inn once or twice, making you very hostile. Every time I spot you, you are always asking someone if there’s a cave to explore or a volcano that needs climbing into. Look, you're very nice, but tone it down. Adventures aren’t very fun if you do them every day. I got you a water gun because you seem a bit bored these days.

-Realfi

♤ Historical Fiction (Hi-Fi) (104 words)

Dear Hifi,

It’s Realfi! I haven’t seen you forever! It’s been so long since I last saw you! I remember how much you loved making train robbing scenes with our toys! You are the best friend in the world! It feels like yesterday we were knee deep in a sand pit, searching for the bottom. I love that your writing takes place in an actual place and could have actually happened to some person. Don’t tell anyone, but you definitely are my favorite friend. You always were polite and made me brownies with lemon icing for my birthday. I’ve sent a lollipop for a special treat.
-Realfi

⚓Thriller (105 words)

Dear Thriller,

I’m Realfi! I met you during the camper sorting, and you seemed quite nice! I got ahold of your address so I am sending you mail! Maybe come over for tea for a quick chat? You could be a strong ally! I think you can be nice, but sometimes your temper peeks up. You are great at making those strawberry biscuits! I loved the icing heart on top. It looked good and tasted good! Once we get to know each other more, I think we’ll go on great adventures! I’ve sent some hot chocolate mix in the mail, as I feel it is getting cold.
-Realfi

》 Bizarro Fiction (Bi-Fi) (120 words)

Dear Bifi,

You can be nice, but you know, nobody likes their frosting stolen! Stealing my cherry pie and saying some tarantula was hungry. Stealing my biscuits and saying you were checking if they were poisoned. You were shy at school, but had a love for confections. You would gobble them up like nobody was watching. I know what you are up to. I’ll spare you a compliment. Your style…is beautiful and amazing and…nothing more! I built my inn 3 octillion acres away from you so you would stop stealing my custard creams. I even make sure that all of my apple, cherry, and chocolate honey pecan pie recipes are out of reach. I’ve sent bitter gourd, because it is barely sweet.
-Realfi

⌬ Fanfiction (Fan-Fi) (111 words)

Dear Fanfi,

Remember me? Realfi? I just wanted to say thank you for coming to that brunch last week! Remember in high school when we pranked the art professor? So funny! I brought some leftovers of our sandwiches and a slice of my chocolate honey pecan pie, your favorite! I remember how you barely nibbled each bite you took, trying to savor it when I brought it for your birthday. You seemed to have changed your taste, as I saw you sprinkle salt on it, also one of my favorite hacks to bring out flavor. I’ve enjoyed having you with me as a friend, and hope we can meet up later this year!
-Realfi

❈ Folklore (117 words)

Dear Folklore,
To be clear, I want to be friends with you. Your style is intriguing and new, and I want a taste of it. But it can’t be. You’ve been talking so much about your love for folklore, and honestly, I love how passionate you are to share these stories, and I wish I was as passionate as you, but you just bore my inn-stayers to sleep. As I listen with love, I always hear soft snoring in the back. People are leaving my inn because they just can’t live with it. I’ve sent a journal you could pour your words into. Come for tea tomorrow so I can hear all your glorious words without losing my customers!
-Realfi

⌘ Horror (109 words)

Dear Horror,
Dear sibling! It has been too long! I am longing to hear your spooky stories under the night sky while we go camping! I am just waiting for you to come home. I remember how clumsy you were, losing stuffed animals and whatnot. But for some reason you always had a knack for finding whatever you lost. Wherever I lost my homework sheet or glasses, you’d find them under my bed or stuffed in a pile of laundry. I’ve sent you ghost cookies, as a tribute to your cabin. They’re oatmeal and chocolate, your favorite. I hope you do great in whatever you do in the future!

-Realfi

☀ Poetry (102 words)

Dear Poetry,
I met you, I believe, in July or maybe in early October! You were so kind then, but your smile seemed a bit fake. I don’t know if I should trust you, but I really want to trust you. Make your smile seem more real, would you? Also, your style is so serious and makes me seem cooler, but sometimes it says something like, “Groaning wood can’t open its suitcase,” and I can’t understand a word! Though, I love the simplicity of those things! I’ve sent along my famous zucchini bread, since you seemed interested. Enjoy the rest of your day! Bye!
-Realfi

∅ Science Fiction (101 words)
Dear Scifi,
It’s been too long! How are you? I remember how you always helped me with science tutoring in 4th grade! I love how you are always positive! You were a great friend in elementary school! I’m sad you moved! After you moved, I became friends with Hifi, and you both would have been great friends! Remember your chocolate drizzle milkshakes? I devoured those by the second! I hope you are enjoying your internship at SWC (Science, Wonder, Create), because you were delighted over Facetime. I got you a frog, because I know you love your frogs. Bye, Scifi! Come back, okay?
Realfi

♪ Script (124 words)
Dear Script,
I may or may not have sent you poisoned chocolates. You have to eat them to know what I added. You always bored me out of my clothes. All you pretty much do is talking scenes when you write. I totally hate (don’t tell anyone but I love it) it. I mean, make it interesting! I remember last week at a meeting you kept on talking about exactly how to grow a turnip. Every single day. And our homework (????) was literally to copy down each word you said even though you had a copy you handed out to each person that SAID what you said. Can you pop a few pinks and greens in your life, because all you are is beige right now.
-Realfi

✑ Mystery (100 words)
Dear Mystery,
How are you? You always interested me because what you write can happen in reality! It’s just…sometimes you get so absorbed in your mysteries you forget someone’s talking to you. I know, that happens, even to me, but it happens so much it can be…annoying. I wish you also would include me more in your investigations, because you always shoo me away. You are so nice, I mean it, but you can be very shy. Just talk more, have a conversation, okay? I sent some goggles since your other pair broke. Have an amazing rest of your week! Bye bye!
-Realfi

◦ Non-Fiction (Non-Fi)(100 words)
Dear Nonfi,
Ummm….you are nice, polite, and caring. But…you can get automatically gross. Say, you are talking about how birds make nests. A minute later, you talk about how birds go to the bathroom very, very deeply. You just are so into facts it gets kind of yucky and makes me want to go away. Sometimes, it is a cool fact, like what makes birds fly. But sometimes it gets creepy. Can you just think before you speak? I think it’ll make a big difference. I sent some of my weeds, because you wanted them. Why do you even want them?
-Realfi

yui | writing | INTP | cool

Last edited by ka26dhan (Nov. 6, 2022 01:59:30)

smalltoe

Weekly 1

Note: this is a bit rushed afnkwje and I'm not 100% happy with the result, but y'know this is good enough :)
In this, the cabins are all at school, and their cabins themes are what they're up to in the summer holidays / break hehe
also, please don't talk offence at anything I say about some of the cabins - I based this off the cabin relations and of course we have enemies as well as allies ;)

1669 words in total (not counting emojis)

Letter 1 - Folklore (143 words)

Francis Folklore!
Oh my god, FRANCIS you have no clue how much I’ve missed you it seems like forever since we last talked xDD
There has been SO MUCH going on here we’ve got, like, mysterious griffins and foreshadowing whispers and we’ve got another creature to rescue - but don’t worry, I promise I’m not overworking myself. These creatures need me - plus, I enjoy it! You gotta come visit sometime- I could even give you a ride in one of our airships! It’s strictly against the rules, of course, but we can find a way )
Enough about me! How’ve you been?? I’ve seen your pictures and omg the scenery is soooo beautiful I gotta come sometime,, you can like, sneak me in xD
Well anyway, I gotta go. More creature rescuing to do! I hope you’re having fun, love from your bestest of besties :kissing_heart:

Letter 2 - Poetry (107)

Poe McPoetry D
Heyyy so we haven’t talked in a while, how you doing? You having fun winning? (even though we’re ahead of you :zany_face: )
I literally HAVE to tell you about this thing that happened before it was SO funny xDDD Hold up I got videos I’ll send them - (attachment)
OOPS WRONG ONE LMAO XDDD - you better remember that video tho omg that was of us being total crackheads last week we annoyed the hell out of Adventure it was amazing
Anyway we should get the gang together sometime - you guys could come to my place? I mean, we have amazing magical creatures soooo….
Gtg, see u

Letter 3 - Dystopian (135)

Dana Dystopi-An
Omggg Dana hiii :000
How have you beeeeeen I keep forgetting to talk to you I’m so sorry xD
Anyway I saw the cutest thing before, it was like a sparkly starry unicorn, you would have loved it so much I don’t have any photos but I can draw it for you hehe
Oh that reminds me - thank you SO much for that painting you sent me aaaahhh it was so preeeettttyy! I loved the significance you put into it and oh my gosh the DETAIL- ahaha I’m just fangirling over your art lmao but that’s only because you keep FORGETTING to send me your story I wanna read it so baddd you have such a way with words you’re like, my idol xD
I have to go- but I’ll see you next week hopefully

Letter 4 - Script (119)

Sophia Schuyler-Script
Miss Soph, how are you doing?? I feel like it’s been forever since we talked (it was only like last week tho xD) - and we still gotta binge watch all those movies at some point girl you’re letting me down smh-
ahahaha only joking I have to watch hamilton with you again at some point too - why do we have so many fandoms we love xDD Istg we’re gonna get square eyes from the amount of movie nights we have but I DO NOT regret it at all
And that phantom of the opera retelling fanfic thing you wrote was so good :starstruck: imma go read the rest I’m halfway through and the suspense is killing me-

Letter 5 - Non-Fi (105)

:sparkles: Nina Naan-Fi :sparkles:
Hiii I’ve only been away from u for a day and I already miss your baking xD I have attachment issues to your homemade bread omg-
Anyway so you gotta come to the sanctuary at some point we have lots of amazing gadgets and adorable magical creatures - hungry magical creatures )
y’know we would really appreciate your baking, should you decide to come hehe
You and Folklore could come at the same time and we could have, like, a picnic or something :000
And keep sending me those photos I wanna see what you’re up to - I’m SO jealous <333 (in a good way! xD)

Letter 6 - Thriller (102)

Tara Thriller!
Hi, Tara Just been wondering how you’ve been going! I feel like we’ve kinda gotten out of contact since the term ended, but I’ve seen your posts and you look like you’ve been doing so much cool stuff these holidays :00
I really hope all this marine biologist stuff works out for you - you’re so smart and adventurous, I know you can do it! Some of those underwater creatures look super scary though and you know how much I love animals ashjgnek so that’s saying something-
Looking forward to seeing you again, hopefully we get in the same classes next term <33

Letter 7 - Mystery (119)

Mona Mystery
Hey Mona! You’re taking photography next semester, right? I know you’ve told me but I’ve forgotten </3
Anwayy, I hope you’re having lots of fun! I’ve seen your pictures and omg the scenery is beautiful :star_struck: I’ve always loved trains so I’m so jealous adhwjdiw - and I can’t believe it snowed! It’s soooo hot down here, I’ve got a permanent sunburn :’)
I’ve been stalking your forest photos too - we’ve got forests here as well, but they’re not nearly as beautiful as where you are - to be honest, I haven’t even gone into the forest yet! You’ll have to tell me all about everything when I see you next )
Have fun on your trip, see you next year!

Letter 8 - Horror (132)

Hecate Horror :0
Hi Hecca, how’s it going? I hear we’re taking some of the same subjects next year, can’t wait to get to know you
So I’ve also heard you’re going on a quest into the underworld? Something about ghosts? You always seem to do some super cool stuff- although I’m not sure I’d enjoy going into the underworld myself ahahaha-
Anyway, I’m not sure if you knew, but I’m at a magical creature sanctuary these holidays. As well as animals, the sanctuary specialises in making cool steampunk-style inventions, and has a lot of interesting magic stuff too + lots of mysterious places to explore :00 I think you’d like it a lot here, but I can tell you’re really busy - but I’d love to show you around should you decide to visit

Letter 9 - Real-Fi (101)

Rylie Real-Fi
Hi, how's your holidays going?
I’m at the sanctuary, if you didn’t know. I do vet things and engineer things, it’s pretty fun
Your day job at the inn looks pretty cool - people have been showing me photos hehe and the vibe looks super cool, looks like something I’d like to stay in (not these holidays though, maybe later </3)
I have to go now, work calls- From memory, I don’t think I have any of the same subjects as you, but enjoy next year… I hope the chef stuff works out for you, you’re such a good cook.

Letter 10 - Fan-Fi (106)

Fortune Fanfiction
Fortune, hi. I know we haven’t talked in a while but I was wondering how you were? Dana’s been telling me about everything you’ve been getting up to with your time travel agency, sounds so fun! I hope you’re enjoying your holidays
I’m at the Steampunk Sanctuary, if you ever want to say hi - we might have an old-class meet up sometime with you and Dana? I mean, you don’t have to come, only if you want, but I guess you’re unofficially invited? Just putting it out there in case you wanted to catch up with Dana and me, and some of the others…

Letter 11 - Adventure (100)

Aida Adventure
I’m literally being forced to write to you ahah I would never willingly :zany_face:
So how’s it going not-bestie? At your ‘kingdom’? You having fun in that silly little castle of yours awww are you a princess now do I need to call you YOUR MAJESTY?? xDDD
I’m at the sanctuary, with people that are so much better than you HAH-
joking, joking… you’re just so fun to annoy :heart:
Remember that one time when me and Poetry- okay, okay, I’ll shut up now and leave you in peace )
and girl if you ghost me again istg i will get revenge-

Letter 12- Hi-Fi (133)

Hayden, Hazelle and Hailey Historical-Fiction (“the H&H&H Hi-Fi trio”)
What the heck are you guys up to now? Even I thought the famous Hi-Fi three-o couldn’t get any worse than crashing the Renaissance Faire that one year by setting fire to the horse’s hay or whatever the hell you did, OR the time you tried to build an EMPIRE- And now you’re robbing a train? Or doing a train heist, or whatever you’re calling it? You’re turning to thievery and bounty hunting for a bit of holiday fun, really?
(Nina told me about the setting-fire-to-the-horse’s-hay-bit, and I want you to know that, as a magical creature vet-in-training, that is NOT GOOD. Those poor horses! :sob
Anyway, learn to restrain yourself, you guys literally act like five year olds! No-one finds it funny!

Letter 13- Sci-Fi (127)

Sydney Sci-Fi…
Sooo I got told to write you a letter or whatever, so um hi
Your simulation stuff looks pretty smart and all that. What a shame it broke. I totally didn’t tell you you were trying something too technical and it wouldn’t work, and I’m totally not saying ‘I told you so’ right now. But, knowing you, you can’t hear me over the sound of your inflated ego. I doubt you’ll even read this, but I was nice enough to say hi, and I haven’t heard a word from you all holidays (not that I wanted to talk to you, but still). Hows that for me being “mean” and “stupid”?
You’ll definitely regret calling me that soon enough.
Best wishes, then. I hope you fail.

Letter 14- Bi-Fi (140)

Brooklyn Bi-Fi
IT’S BARNEY BIZARRO how's it going? I hope it’s going bad <3
I love being your rival hehe you’re so funny I mean, you are NOT funny, ‘cause I hate you and all that!
Your cinema stuff looks really boring, but I can never tell you what to do, so enjoy eating way too much popcorn I guess xD
I’m at the sanctuary having a lot of fun without you, so don’t you DARE come visit, or I’ll set you on fire AGAIN > (I mean, come on, how many times do I need to do that? I would’ve thought you’d be all burnt and crispy by now but obviously not lmao)
(also- um, sorry about some of the stuff I did. we took it too far. i promise i won’t burn all your stuff next year.)
Love from your enemy :zany_face:

also scratch deleted all my formatting so I had to go back and do it all again sobbing

Last edited by smalltoe (Nov. 6, 2022 00:43:50)

Backlo9

Today's Challenge-Team stanza poetry

A boy was named Bob.
Bob was really good at Minecraft, he even beat the Ender dragon.
Carl was also really good at Minecraft, but he never beat the Ender dragon and he thought Bob had to be cheating and got mad at Bob.
Do you know what happened next?
Eureka! An idea popped into Bob’s head to resolve the issue.
Finding a way to get Carl to believe him.
Greatness was the key to show that he was better.
He wanted to make a competition on greatness, but he didn't know what the competition would be.
In his head he thought it should be a Who could beat the game faster.
Jude his friend, thought the idea was smart.
Kai also agreed, so he brought it up with Carl
Like Jude and Kai, Carl agreed and they decided to do it at Eight o clock.
Many hours later, Carl and Bob started the challenge and Jude looked over to Bob’s shoulder when Bob was on his iPad to make sure he didn’t cheat.
No one thought Carl would win but he proved everyone wrong.
On the next day after school, Bob wished Carl Good Game.
A Party was thrown the next day for Carl’s accomplishment on winning the challenge.
A Quick brunch was thrown after the party.
Realizing there were cookies on the table, Bob took one.
Something was off about Carl winning though, he never felt that someone could be better than him in Minecraft
Then, Bob realized he was just jealous.
An Ugly voice then greeted Bob, saying he was bad at Minecraft
The Voice was his inner conscience.
When the party was over Bob listened to the voice, and Bob quit Minecraft.
A Xylophone was Bob’s new hobby.
You know Bob actually liked the Xylophone and never played Minecraft again, he even learned how to play Zannalee by Prince.
Zannalee became his new favorite song after that, and Bob learned that he liked Xylophone better than Minecraft.

Last edited by Backlo9 (Nov. 6, 2022 01:00:24)

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