SWC WEEKLY

In the fictional setting of the SWC campsite, Denis writes to his siblings, friends, and maybe a crush and some enemies…

Dear Conner,

How’s life in Folklore? Funny that we got into siblings cabins and we are siblings. Fantasy’s been so fun, I’ve gotten to know everyone and the activities here are EPIC! I love everyone here. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt this, but don’t you love it when you get into a group where no one knows each other, but you all feel like old friends? Well, in Fantasy, I’ve been feeling that way. Sally’s been a hassle to be honest, she’s non-stop writing, I’ve been trying to get her to sleep. Actually, just gonna mention a payed a visit to your cabin. Don’t go to the bathroom just yet… well… unless someone else goes before you… hehehe. Anyways hope you’re having fun!

From your younger brother, Denis (130 words)



Dear Mark,

Hey little bro! How have you been? I know it must be a little scary, maybe a lot scary, being all alone without any of us, but you still have you cabin mates! I’m sure there’s someone you can talk with. Anyways, Poetry, ay? I never knew you were a poet. I mean, Mom has told me about how you liked writing in verse, but I didn’t know what that meant! If you’re wondering about me and Sally, we’ve been living life! Fantasy’s been super fun! I wish we got into the same cabin, but I think it’s for the best. I already have one sibling to deal with, and she’s my twin… I hope you have fun, maybe you’ll become one of those great poets everyone talks about by the time we’re out!

From your older brother, Denis (141 words)



Dear Barnabas,

Oh what a jolly good day it is, my dear friend Barnabas, how is your excellent- I’m just kidding! Hey Barry, long time no see! We haven’t talked since the first day, how’s it going? I know you love dystopian stuff so I just wanted to check in. You’re probably having a great time. Fantasy’s been super fun, me and Sally have been having a wonderful time. I’m actually learning new stuff! I hope we can see each other soon, I wanna have some fun together. Maybe in an ally meetup? If not, just reply!

From you best friend, Denis (102 words)



Dear Gary,

How’s my favorite nerd? Haha, I’m kidding. But seriously, how are you? Non-fiction really suites your taste so I guess you’re having a great time with the others. Fantasy has been excellent, everyone here is so nice and I’ve leaned full into writing! You were right, it is my passion! It’s funny, we’re kind of in opposite cabins. Non-fi is, well, anything not fictitious and fantasy is all fiction! How did we end up as allies?! I wonder if we’ll see each other soon, we haven’t talked in awhile. Hope to see you again soon!

From you best friend, Denis (102 words again)



Dear Kate,

How are you doing? I hope you’re doing well in Script! I know you’re a HUGE fan of Hamilton and theater. To be honest, you are a really great actor. Remember that time in school when you played… uh… what was the character? I completely forgot! Anyways, you did really well that day. I wonder if you’re gonna put on a play for the camp and we could watch. That would be awesome, seeing you onstage again! I was thinking… maybe we could meet up? Say, at that lake through the forest. There’s no one around so it’ll just be you and me… wouldn’t that be nice? I actually wanted to tell you something in secret, so maybe we could meet up. Just, reply if you want to!

From your best friend, Denis <3 (136 word love letter XD)



Dear Michael,

Happy Birthday! I know I sent this late but its the best I could do. How is Mystery going for you? Since you’re a fan of Sherlock Holmes and murder mysteries and what not, so I guess this worked out for you. I hope you and Mark are seeing each other, I know you two are best friends. If you aren’t… I might be able to sneak both of you to my cabin and we could hang out! Fun plan right? If you guys are stealthy enough (which, I know Mark has zero) we can make it. Reply if you wanna see your best friend again… uh… why does this sound like a ransom note. Anyways, hope my little brother’s friend is doing ok!

From your friend, Denis (132 words)



Dear Claire,

You like thrillers? Wow I never knew! I half expected you to be with your brother in Dystopia but I guess I was wrong. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever read a thriller. Could you tell me how they are when you reply? Speaking of your brother, it’s a good thing you and Barry didn’t go in the same cabin, otherwise I’d be worried… about your cabin mates haha. Also, speaking of siblings, Sally’s been doing ok, if you’ve been wondering. She’s so obsessed with getting stuff done right away, she hasn’t been getting sleep. Anyways, hope we can talk soon!

From your brother’s friend, Denis (110 words)



Dear Dorky,

Hey we haven’t talked in awhile! What’s up? You’re a horror fan I see! What’s your favorite movie/book that’s horror themed? Man I have so many questions, how is the SMP going right now? I know you started to take off and getting views on the animatics plus streaming, so how’s that going? Also, I didn’t know we would be in the same writing camp together! That’s honestly amazing, considering we don’t even go to the same school anymore. Fate has its ways of bringing people together, am I right? Well, hope we can talk more, and hope to see you soon!

From your old friend, Miney (109 words)



Dear Cosmo,

How are you? I know it’s been awhile since… you know. I know we’ve been avoiding each other since then, so I just wanted to know how you’ve been. I hope you’re doing well in real-fi. Even though I’ve never seen you reading it. Anyways, what have you been doing for the past few months? I know you and Dorky are a little touchy but I’ve seen you in a few streams so I guess you’re still on the SMP… right? Well hope we see each other soon! P.S, I’m totally would beat you in a writing competition… hehehe

From you old bestie, Miney (106 words)



Dear Blue,

OH BOY! You’re in fan-fi. How have you been? I haven’t seen you for the past year. I’m pretty sure last time we talked you said you were caught by your parents for doing something bad. I’m not gonna ask about that. What I will ask is if you wanna battle me? I know our cabins are on… certain terms, but I know a prank war will be fun. Let’s see who can prank our cabins the best! If you agree to this, reply soon! Don’t write any naughty fan-fics while you’re at it!

From your old frenemy, Miney (101 words, he gonna be pranking some people lol)



Dear Kendal,

Adventure I see. A shame we got into enemy cabins, you’re a good friend! I’ve always liked adventure, and I think fantasy goes hand and hand with it, so I don’t understand why we’re hostile. How do you like adventure books? Are they exciting for you, do they put you on the edge of your seat? Reply with your answers please, I really want to know how adventure books are for you. Anyways, how have you been? I heard you and Ethan got together, so how is that? Personally, I think you two would make a nice couple. Hope you have a nice time in camp!

From your friend, Denis



Dear Lucas,

I’m not writing this willingly. I’m only writing this because I have to. How have you been, my dear bully. Are you enjoying your time at camp? To be honest, you’re probably picking on your cabin mates and intimidating the counselor or whatever. You are into… bi-fi… I see? What the heck even is bi-fi. Jeez man, didn’t know the person who bullies so called ‘weirdos’ was a weirdo himself. The literal irony of that is very amusing. Well, wish you have a good time in camp.

Your enemy and rival, Denis (104 including the P.S.)

P.S. The last sentence was sarcasm if you couldn’t tell.



Dear Jake,

What’s up man? How’s it going? It’s been awhile since we hung out. How is it in hi-fi? I have a friend in the cabin, if you don’t mind could you say hi to her for me? I chose to write my letter to you and not her so… Anyways, Fantasy’s been great! Shame we’ve been put into enemy cabins. Also, I heard you’re doing some sort of train heist thing in hi-fi, fits you perfectly, you little bandit. That’s right, I heard about what you did. I won’t tell anyone, just… maybe use it as blackmail… I’m kidding I’m kidding. I’ve been wanting to do a hangout for a while so maybe, after camp and all, we can hang out at my house! Hope I see you soon!

From your friend, Denis (135 words)



Dear Alyssa,

How are you, my fellow prisoner? Man, I miss the prison duo days on the SMP… well… not really miss… anyways, how have you been? I see you’re in sci-fi! I’m a big sci-fi fan too. How is the sci-fi cabin anyways, I heard it’s doing like a simulation thing. Really cool. Fantasy’s been awesome, everyone here’s so nice! By the way, how are things on the SMP, if you’re still on it. Sorry for all the questions, I just haven’t seen you in forever. Hope we can talk again soon!

From the other part of the prison duo, Miney (102 words)



…and so, as he finished writing a letter to Alyssa in Sci-Fi, he sealed all his letters in envelopes. He brought the stack of letters to the main cabin, where a receptionist was waiting behind a desk.

“Letters for the weekly?” She asked politely.

“Yep!” Denis answered excitedly dumping the letters on the desk.

“I’ll send them to each individual,” she smiled as she took the stack. “Thank you for participating!”

Denis smiled as he walked away, finally finished writing. His twin sister Sally came up to him, shadows under her eyes from finishing all her letters the previous night. They looked at each other, nodded, and went back to the Fantasy cabin together, smiling.

Weekly
2002 words


Dear Folklore,
Hello our dear sister from another mister and brother from another mother, Fantasy wishes you an excellent November! Although obviously, we will be taking the top spot, Fantasy hopes that you come in a close second! Although you folks in Folklore may be our siblings, many siblings tend to be rivals or the most intimate of friends. We in Fantasy hope that you are hesitant in your decisions, lest you anger us.
If you do make unwise decisions, however, as siblings do we’ll ignore you, unleash our feral cats, and slam our door on you! Best to keep that in mind as we continue in this wonderful new session! Best of luck to you Folklore! We wish that you don’t anger us, nor try to even tie with us in terms of points.
All of the threatening and aggressiveness aside, Fantasy loves you with all our hearts and hopes you don’t end up dead like many characters in Folklore do.
All the love, your chaotic, passive-aggressive younger sibling,
Fantasy.

Dear Poetry,
How in the world do you do such an exhausting activity? It’s Fantasy, by the way, sorry for dropping in so suddenly and dropping a cog on your head! We need those for our cabin storyline, so please give it back. Anyways, back to the topic of exhausting activities, don’t you think that poetry is one of such things? Being melodramatic is fun and all but isn’t it time that poetry channels a little less of the drama kid energy?
Ignore the judgment, we’re supposed to be allies, are we not? Pardon the sass, really letting everything out today!
As the leaves fall from the autumn trees,
Could you think to remind me, please?
Is it spring or fall, I can’t recall…
But nevertheless, Fantasy hopes
That you won’t get tied up in some ropes
So we don’t leave you behind
To have to return to the grind
Of writing and writing away
Until the break of dawn next day
Maybe Poetry, you’ll teach Fantasy sometime, of how to write such ridiculous rhymes.
It’s honestly baffling
How it isn’t just babbling…
Allies till the end,
Fantasy.

Dear Dystopian,
Fantasy finds it rather distressing, how easily Dystopian could fall. I mean the definition of a Dystopia: an imagined state or society in which there is great suffering or injustice, typically one that is totalitarian or post-apocalyptic.
You need to keep your nasty streets clean, allies! Also stop letting all those zombies waddle around and moan still, it’s hard to look at with a straight face.
I mean Fantasy loves all of the rabid animals and writing plants that gobble up humans, they’re absolutely adorable, but really…Who’s the manager of this place?
It’s so misty and foggy here, probably wouldn’t even be able to see them it if I tried.
But after you see this letter, maybe you’d consider coming to Fantasy! It’s all sunshine and rainbows, and there’s never any fog…no, not at all, at least not when we have a tyrant ruling over us!
We also have lots of magical creatures, who are definitely far more tamed than yours!
Love,
Fantasy!

Dear Script,
Dost though forsaken us? Just kidding, Fantasy knows we’re friends! I was so in awe by all of the strange floofy dresses and hats that I almost forgot to give you this letter! Now that would’ve been horrible.
But seeing as I’m now in some sort of medieval era I believe I should be talking a little more like this:
Dost thou be enjoying the most recent session of SWC? Fantasy wishes all the luck to thou.
Or something like that. Maybe while Fantasy is here, you can give us a short play of your own design? Oh, what marvelous actors you all must be! What wonderful plays you must perform.
Don’t fret over what to do! We’re such amateurs we probably wouldn’t notice any mistakes you would do.
Love, Fantasy.

Dear Non-Fi,
Honestly, you in Non-Fi are far too real. All of this media about people dying and all their heartache and stuff! And you want us to know that all these things are real?!?
Not only do I feel like you torture people with real stories, but sometimes it seems like you even like doing it.
No, I’m not calling you sadistic, at least not while my cats and birds are preparing to pounce and peck at me already.
Well, Fantasy hopes you pop right up to the top of the leaderboard, and good luck to you, Non-Fi!
May no one die from oppression today!
Love, Fantasy

Dear Thriller,
Don’t you think this new session of SWC will be rather…thrilling?
Sorry, sorry, that was a horrible joke. Nevertheless I’m scared I’ll get lost in this maze, it also feels like something’s going to pop out and–
AAAA! OH MY GOD.
WHY DO YOU KEEP SUCH HORRIBLE THINGS IN YOUR LABYRINTHS? I almost dropped my pen down this crevice a thousand feet while trying to grip onto the ledge of this cliff!
Anyways– OH FUDGE.
CAN YOU EXPLAIN WHO THAT LITTLE GIRL IS?! IS THAT ONE OF YOUR CAMPERS?! I–
Oh. She’s gone now. I could swear she–
Anyways, enough spooks for today, I am so done with this place. Maybe check your cabinets for any dead bodies, just in case.
Screaming internally,
Fantasy.

Dear Mystery,
I think we’re supposed to figure out who locked the doors?
Also who murdered Folklore, I will avenge my sibling. I realize now that I must look rather suspicious, writing what looks like a death note or something right now.
But secret messages must stay secret! Everyone here has supersonic hearing or something, they’d figure out what I’m saying immediately.
I suspect Adventure, but I always blame adventure so that isn’t the best example.
Also no blowing up animals to kill everyone in this room! That’s just a nasty way of fixing things, and I don’t know, maybe we’d be hostile after THAT.
Anyways Mystery, you here are the problem-solvers of these types of things, so get problem solving please!! Before I blow up into smithereens after midnight!
Frantically,
Fantasy.

Dear Horror,
I don’t think I trust this.
What do you mean the creepy man is friendly!? Lower your voice and shut down the lights, I’m scared he’s going to walk in with a chainsaw or something!?!
You’ve dealt with this stuff before?! Now I’m just horrified.
Horror, switch to the paper, we don’t want to alert the man.
ring
ring
Ring
“Ignore the doorbell.”
He has a chainsaw, right? What’s the point in not opening the door if he can just cut right through it!? I’d rather die like a live action protagonist than like a coward.
“Oh, he cut through the door.”
HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT SO—

N-CHALANTLY.
“Oh, he cut through the paper.”
I CAN’T EVEN–

Dear Real-Fi,
How does one write a letter to a group of people who essentially know everything realistic and unrealistic.
Honestly, I’m struggling here!
Let’s start by naming some “facts”
I’m gonna wink at you so you can tell I’m joking, since you people probably are so factual you don’t do sarcasm.
Dogs are green and have scales, unlike lizards who are brown and have fur!
Mammals lay eggs!
Cats don’t have ears, they hear through their eyes!
People don’t need to eat or drink.
Tigers don’t have stripes, they have spots!
Your expression right now must be priceless, if only I was there to see it.
Well “real-fi” you better up your game or else fantasy will top you for the rest of the session! I’ll wink again so you know I’m teasing.
Bye now!
– Fantasy

Dear Fan-fi,
You know, fanfiction is such a broad term.
I think I want to write an AU fanfiction where Fantasy is at the top of the leaderboard and Fanfiction is…let’s just say lower.
Oh wait, that wouldn't be an Alternate Universe though, that would just be reality.
Hm, then what about an AU where Fan-fi is no longer a genre and fantasy reigns forever? Just kidding!! Fanfiction is a very valid genre, the problem is if they can even be counted as books though.
*cough* when people publish fanfiction *cough.*
Thank goodness Fantasy is ALWAYS and will FOREVER BE classified as a genre! *smiles sweetly.*
Enjoy writing AUs on Fanfiction winning!
– Fantasy

Dear Adventure,
Oh, what PROTAGONIST energy you have!
It’s so annoying, makes me want to unleash my feral cats on you. Do you know that in a lot of books protagonists are the most boring and hated characters?
Yeah, and the side characters are always the favorites.
Too bad you’re the only protagonist, but I guess more fans for me!
You must be going on some mightyyyy adventures, aren’t you? I don’t know, falling in love along the way and saving the world, then finally dying an honorable death in battle or sitting with your loved ones or something dumb like that.
Do you throw cogs at people while fighting them like Fantasy does? Or do you slash them with bent pieces of metal and pretend like that’ll kill them.
I wonder where I could find a piece of metal to minorly injure you with…
– Fantasy

Dear Hi-Fi,
It’s high noooon.
Ready for our showdown near the saloon! Oh how excited I am to finally get to cock a revolver at someone! Although…I will still be allowed to wear my poofy skirts with the cowboy hat, right?
Is that something that works? I have absolutely no idea, but hopefully I won’t trip on them then get shot in the back or something.
Although, it would be mighty fun if I got you run over by a train. Shame we didn’t schedule it by the train tracks.
I mean I wouldn’t put it past you to make such a stupid decision. After all, you did cause many different wars in many different places.
This’ll decide our SWC session placing! We’re betting 20,000 points that you don’t have on this, so you better win for your own good!
Not that I want you to win.
I’m supposed to win, that would essentially double our points. But technically less than double because we have more than 20k, unlike some people.
Anyways, your late.
Time to hope you got run over!
— Fantasy

Dear Sci-fi,
May I ask you what’s with all the floating cars and chairs?
And what are these things, “tablets?”
And what’s an “app?”
Why is everyone wearing white bodysuits, aren’t those far too revealing and far too inconvenient? And where are your knives? Your belts? Your magical wands? I don’t understand how you can live in such a broken place, smh.
And what are these ROBOTS? The metal is such a stark white, but why aren’t the cogs visible? How can this thing function without cogs?
EEK! My cat just climbed onto a robot! Oh shoot, I have to go deal with that now. I’ll give this letter to a delivery robot so it doesn’t get lost.
Gotta go chase some cats so I can unleash them unto you all so they can bite of your fingers so you can’t write. Not that you would catch up to us in the leaderboards anyways.
— Fantasy.

Dear Bi-Fi.
So bizarre, honestly. UGH, This is visarily disgusting! And all of you are so disfigured!! Did you get run over as a child? Why are there eyes on your arms?!?
Why do you have spikes in your eyes?!?
I feel like I’m being attacked right now. Or, at least my mental state is…
And how are you using those tentacles to WRITE?!? Honestly, I just wanted to steal your writing ideas so I could write the exact same thing and claim you plagarized it.
And now I’m being attacked?!? Is this how you treat your guests!??
I am so done with this place.
Go and eat this paper up, maybe that’s how you read if your eyes are on your arms.
Disgusted,
Fantasy.

WORD WAR - 103 words

I am just sitting down, looking around for my keychain. My lucky keychain. My lucky chicken keychain I have guarded since I was three. And when you lose your lucky chicken keychain right when your dad is calling you to get in the car because you’ve spent enough time at the park, you are in a bad spot. I search and search, ignoring my dad’s countless cries. I can do this. I can. But then my eyes are tearing up. Droplets of water fall down my cheeks. My tummy starts hurting. My hands start shaking. I crumple into a bench, my face red.

Maily #1:

HERE IS THY MEEKLY SINCE I AM PROCRASTINATING ON THE SWC DAILY :THUMBS UP:

(512 words)

Why are dragons cool you ask? Well, they just are. First of all, they are pretty. They have these shiny scales that can be any color- isn’t that amazing just itself. Next, I am a HUGE bookworm. I practically am in a book everyday! The thing about dragons is that they are a REALLY good topic for a fantasy story! I love a bunch of books based off of dragons, Wings of Fire, The Unwanteds (dragons are related to the plot), How To Train Your Dragon, plus many others I can’t remember at the moment. Dragons are really epic creatures due to their awesome ability to BREATH FIRE. I mean, isn’t that amazing? Imagine how cool that would be to have that ability. I mean SMORES ON THE GO? Yes. I would like that. A lot. Dragons also are integrated into many mythological myths- each with their own unique story and moral lesson to be learned. Some stories have cool dragon species with their own powers? Now that IS amazing. Also I heard that their scales are super shiny and can resist ANY heat. WOW imagine being able to fly right into the sun without burning up. Also, Dragons are commonly related to dinosaurs. I think we can ALL, yes I mean all 7 billion human beings that inhabit the planet Earth, agree that dinosaurs are cool and interesting and just awesome creatures in general. Dragons are associated with dinosaurs. Dinosaurs are cool. See where I’m going with this?

I do NOT believe that phoenixes breathe fire. First of all, Phoenixes are birds that are used a lot in stories and myths. Google says that a phoenix is a bird that lived in the Arabic desert for roughly 6 centuries. I’ve heard from a lot of places that phoenixes are often associated with fire. In some myths, phoenixes have feathers of fire or are basically immune to fire. In Harry Potter, Dumbledore has a pet phoenix that I believe can vanish in a puff of flames and disappear. Phoenixes are said to have healing powers to heal the wounded through a special blue fire (basically a really hot fire) which is another way phoenixes are associated with fire. Apparently phoenixes also get to choose whether they use this fire to heal or to harm. Also from google, it is said that phoenixes are immortal which is cool. Now brings us to the question of the weekly. Can a phoenix breathe fire? I personally think that phoenix can NOT. Last I checked, phoenix and dragons are two very different species with noticeable differences. One being super large and big the other being a big bird. Since dragons are known to breathe fire and the two don’t seem to have any similarities other than the fact that they are both related to fire then it wouldn’t be likely that the two have ‘powers’. Second, the phoenix already seems like it is immune to fire and can’t be hurt from it- it doesn’t seem reasonable to say that phoenixes can breathe fire just like that.

Daily 8th - flash fiction


1. Sparks in the Snow (drabble, exactly 100 words)
I look down and, at my feet, there are sparks in the snow.
Still-burning embers; and ashes too. Must be from the fire consuming the word above me. The heat of the flames stings my face, the cold of the snow stings my bare feet. I stand in-between, my eyes fixated downwards.
I can’t look at it. Not the ruin of all I once loved. Not the broken remnants of the world I once knew. I don’t want to see any of it.
So I only look at the sparks in the snow.
And I wait ‘til they go out.

2. Regrets 'til the End (drabble, 119 words )
I don’t usually buy people flowers.
In fact, I never do.
Today is an exception.
I’ve always been impatient; and it took you too long to answer the door. So I left them outside.
You always were smart. I’m sure you’ll figure it out, in time.
Seven flowers. All with different meanings - but two more important than others. To me, anyway.
Asphodel. My regrets will follow you, to the grave. Dahlia. Yours until the end.
Until the end.
Although I know you’ll figure out the other flowers first.
Especially the rhododendron, in the middle. It means danger.
You know that, don’t you?
You always were so smart. Maybe you’ll even be smart enough to save yourself,
before the end.

3. Games with Death (dribble, 56 words )
Hey.
I’ve been wondering where you've been.
You know what happened last time you disappeared. You died.
One of these times you won’t wake up in a new body, you know.
I’m getting tired of this game of hide and seek. Come out.
Or I’ll have to find you myself, and you know what’ll happen then.

Word War!

Dear Amy,

I'm sorry. I know you'll probably ignore my letter and never talk to me again, but I'm sorry. I never meant to do such a horrible prank to you and I wish I had never trusted Megan int he first place. You had already warned me about Megan and her friends, but I ignored you. I know it's selfish of me to think that you'll forgive me after everything I've done, but if I could make things up to you, I would do anything. I just want to chat with you and laugh with you again. You don't have to forgive me or anything, but I just want you to reply to this. Please, I'm begging you. Again, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,
Emilia

November 7 daily (156 words):
1 – I attended class but fell asleep. (six word story)
2 – What’s the secret behind Sally’s famous apple pie? She puts a single drop of her fresh blood into the batter. Though this might be surprising, it shouldn’t, since her pies’ plastic wrappings always have a fine print stating the ingredients, in which “Sally’s blood” has been added. Everything’s a lie. (dribble)
3 – Sally lost her stylus again. She had only found it this morning under her stack of homework, but now it was nowhere to be seen. One intense hour of drawing on her tablet was enough to make her forget about the strange ease of how she would always lose her items, no matter how insignificant they were. First, she had lost her headphones. Next, her water bottle had gone missing. Then, it was her entire backpack, which later ended up in the girls’ bathroom. Finally, her stylus had been the victim of her incessant losses. At last, Sally gave up. (drabble)

Weekly #1 (wip):
Disclaimer: Any time I “insult” a cabin is completely lighthearted and purely for entertainment purposes. Every cabin is amazing as always and I don't have any ill-intent in any of these letters. However I will say any compliments are completely genuine

Adventure (101 words)
Dear Katty,

Hello there Katty from Adventure. While it is always unfortunate not to be in the best cabin, I do have to say that Adventure is not a sad cabin to be in. Katie, Aura, Goose, and Luna is quite an impressive leading team and since you've already been in a cabin with Katie and Luna, I'd say it's practically fate. The theme is also spectacular and as allies, perhaps we won't destroy you guys in cabin wars. Perhaps but I don't think you guys should bet on it. Anyway, I hope you have fun writing. specifically with me!

Viara

Bizarro Fiction (110 words)
Dear Bye-Fi,
First Bizarro Fiction cabin and as enemies, I should probably insult you but I can't come on. I had this whole entire plan but I don't think it would particularly work in the current context. The Bi-fi Cinema is awesome. The amazing leader team (Soki, Stingray, Skye, and Mayhem? :00) , the wonderfully color profile pictures (which by the way stingray look absolutely glorious), the ✨theme✨, yes I do have to say this cabin is great (no it's not, it's obviously horrible /j) Also Skye is in the cabin so it's automatically amazing <3333
Nice to see you guys setting an example for future Bye-fi cabins

Viara

Dystopian (111 words)
Dear Dystopian,
Yes I know that we're enemies hrr but your cabin is literally amazing! I could go on and on about this cabin. First of all, congratulations on first place and I've literally been looking up to this cabin ever since the theme was revealed. I know Gabbie and her insane creativity so it's really cool seeing Dystopian in its full glory with the entire glittery aesthetic and all, it's literally so cool! Also having Gabbie and Lisa (by the way, Lisa has absolutely stellar art so naturally, the matching icons look positively beautiful ) back in the same cabin is a formula for greatness along with Dawn :0

Viara

Fanfiction (105 words)
Dear Fanfiction,
Time travelling agency is definitely a great theme and the aesthetic is all entirely on its own as being original and yet enticing at the same time. Time travel is always classic am I right aha. I know all of the pre-cabin trouble that you've guys gone through so seeing Fanfiction going smoothly is great. Also Willow has been an excellent co-leader in the past and she as a leader somehow feels incredibly right. And with Fen and Bookie (who was a previous camper ;D), Fanfiction is a slay. Also we're friendly neutrals so I can say good stuff about them aha.

Viara

Fantasy (123 words)
Dear Moonlit from the Steampunk Sanctuary,
MOONLIT MOONLIT MOONLIT! <333 This probably comes off as a bit too enthusiastic but the Fantasy Cabin this session is so cool! Steampunk is a genre that I'm not actually that familiar with but the entire idea of it is super cool and making the entire Fantasy cabin themed around that is super inspiring. Also the amazing lore is yes :thumbsup: Also the co-leaders you have chosen are all top-tier Moss, Elle, and Ava are all really competent and kind people (although I don't know Elle and Ava as good as I do Moss, I've seen Ava around in previous sessions and Elle is one of the most iconic people in SWC).
Congratulations on current Second ^^

Viara

Folklore (111 words)
Dear Lio from the Taylor-Swift Cabin,
Hi Lio! How are you doing over there? Been treating you well I assume? As I've complimented every other cabin, I should probably keep up tradition but I think you already know why I love Folklore because it has you in it > /hj but also the theme (folklore trails O.o, fairy tale trails O.O it was meant to be B)) and aesthetic is top-tier. As Neutrals, I would probably have a neutral position and outlook compared to other cabins but hey I can always talk bad to any cabin /sarc /j
I bet you're having fun over there, nice job with current 6th!

Viara

Hi-fi (112 words)
Dear Gee from the Hi-fi Trainwreck,
Ew hi-fi /j /sarc Just kidding, hi Gee Or Paige, I'm not sure which one you prefer </3 How is the Trainwreck going >:0 Have you guys stole anything yet :eyebrow_raise: /lh But actually how are you? I should probably actually put this on your profile but hey I need the points for what you like to call ‘Potatotree’ which is not even an insult by the way because I love potatoes > And it makes me feel so honored that you guys at the trainwreck think so highly of us that you would call us a potato tree <3
Anyway good wishes byeeeee

Viara

Horror (101 words)
Dear Horror,
I don't actually know that much about your cabin other than that it's known as ‘The Lost and Found Horror’ which I find is a really intriguing title and theme since it gives me hide and seek vibes which gives me a pretty horror vibe. The matching icons look pretty cool with a nice color palette and all of the (co) leaders are really cool (it's really impressive that all of you guys are new (co)leaders :0). Welp, I can't say good luck because we are neutrals but I'm secretly wishing it to all of the cabins nevertheless

Viara

Mystery (108 words)
Dear Mystery,
Yay I can finally write about mystery and yes as good siblings I can finally be enthusiastic at a cabin aha. Hi Mystery, you guys are the better version of the hi-fi trainwreck /jjj Mystery Express now that is really swaggy imagine being a train robbery :eyes: :eyes: /sarc /j Congratulations on third, that's a really big accomplishment Fae, Juli, Brave, and Rockie are all really cool people (and I remember especially rooting for those co's when co-leaders were still being chosen aha). Go siblings > (but not hi-fi because you guys are mean I can't understand how you can stand hi-fi :rolls eyes:

Viara

Naan-Fi (104 words)
Dear Birdi of the Naan-fi Breadhouse,
Hi Birdi, we haven't actually talked in awhile so I should probably ask you about your day on your actual profile again lol. But oh finally an ally. Hello there! First thing to say, I love the matching icons. Very creative and very quirky ;> After all, who wouldn't want their matching icon to be a walking bread B) Definitely fits the naan-fi breadhouse vibe you've got over there. Speaking of a breadhouse, I love bread and food lol so a breadhouse is great <3 With so many amazing people, no matter cabin standings, this cabin is great

VIara

Real-fi
Dear Cherri,
Hi Cherri we haven't talked in a while and YES I SHOULD ACTUALLY SAY HI ON YOUR PROFILE! The Real-fi Inn looks so cozy :00 Cool neutrals B))) You, LJ, and Re in a cabin together sounds just meant to be But also actually how are you ahgiwepgapga I know you're obviously having fun at Realfi although Poetry will always be better than the other cabins /sarc /j The aesthetic of the cabin looks cool especially since I love hotels for some reason aghiewpgawa. Anyway byee

Viara

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Hey, Fantasy!

So, you and Dystopian are winning, huh? Can’t say I’m really surprised. Then again, I can, seeing as, in the previous session, you came in 13th place. Good job on leading anyway - or fighting to lead, I saw that you were leading a few hours ago, but Dystopian overtook. Maybe you’ll lead again when you get this? I hope you’ll do well this session .

How is settling into your new form coming along? In my opinion, you look very nice. I like the whole steampunk theme; I wish there were more steampunk fantasy stories. Are your campers writing any?

Friendly Ally,
Thriller.

Hello, Bi-Fi.

I do not think we ever met… are you a new cabin? Or an old but returned? I think that we are neutrals. You seem quite cool. I like your storyline. Also, I heard that one of the Fantasy campers… set you… on fire? Is that true? I hope you are recovering well. I did see the conversation between the campers as they set you on fire. Do not take offence but it was quite funny. I might actually save it for the memory book later. Have you ever seen the memory book? It’s usually quite nice. It has quotes and stuff.

Hope to see a reply,
Thriller.

Hello, Horror. My current enemy. The one who we shall attack without sparing. The cabin whose name is already horrible so we didn’t even change it when adding you to our enemies list?

How does it feel to lose to us? That’s right. Last session, you lost to us, and we won the whole session. Alright, you may be winning over us right now, but we will triumph in the end.

Also, I heard that some Fantasy camper set Bi-Fi alight… just so you know, if I ever have to do arson, your cabin site would be my first victim.

Your enemy and twin,
Thriller

Hey, Misty.

It’s been 3 months, how are you? We are allies now. Remember how we were friendly neutrals last session? Good times. Not that I don’t like being allies with you.

I like your new form, and the concept as well. The whole train thing is really interesting. I wonder what will happen next, but that’s the whole point of a mystery, isn’t it? Your cabin leaders really worked on your concept, didn’t they? It turned out really well, in my opinion at least.

Well done on being fourth. Not gonna lie, I am the slightest bit jealous of you. We aren’t that far up the placement ladder . I hope you beat Horror :]

See you soon!

Your friend and ally,
Thriller

Hello, Folklore!

Just wondering, are you here to replace Fairy Tales? I liked Fairy Tales, but you seem pretty cool too! I don’t think I ever saw you, are you new? We are neutrals, it seems. Actually, it looks like we don’t have a relationship whatsoever. That’s a bit weird. Oh well.

I like your form. I don’t usually really like cottagecore but you pull it off :]

Also, well done on getting fifth! That’s a really good rank for a new cabin - not even a new cabin, that is a great rank for any cabin. Anyway, good luck.

Friendly neutral,
Thriller.

Hello, Scripted Terribleness.

How is that Hamilton theme coming along? Of course you, the most nerdiest and obsessed Hamilton fan I’ve ever seen, would have a Hamilton theme. And of course you would pick the most basic musical possible, even though you are a “self-proclaimed musical expert.”



How’s it like being beaten by an enemy-neutral? Well done on beating Sci-Fi though.

Your forever enemy unless fate decides otherwise,
Thriller.

Dear Real-Fi,

Hello! How are you? We are neutrals in this session. Again. Though, knowing you, you probably already knew that. Heh. You allied with some of my enemies but, to be honest, I don’t care that much.

So, you still have a food-themed form, huh? I like your form. The whole inn aesthetic. It does seem a bit sinister though, more like a thriller or mystery rather than real-fi, but hey, the more thrilling the more interesting, right?

I noticed you’re 8th on the leaderboard. Well done. That is much better than last time. Good luck anyway, I hope you beat Script.

Thriller

Hey, Sigh-Fi.

You are an idiot, you know that, right? Taking advantage of your form to harm other cabins is forbidden! In case you don’t know what forbidden means - which you probably don’t - it means ‘not allowed’. Sure, one might argue that stealing pancakes is not harming, though it absolutely is. I need pancakes to survive. Pancakes are fluffy and delicious and you are well aware I love them but you just stole them! Just glitched in and out - that is taking advantage of your form! Why would you take advantage of your form??

I will take revenge against you.
Thriller.

Hello, Adventure.

We haven’t spoken in a while . I saw that you have taken a bit of inspiration from the last session’s Fairy Tales for your form. I like your form. It is pretty cool. It reminds me of this book I’ve heard about, “The Gilded Ones”… have you ever read it?

I see that you’ve beaten the new cabin. I read in your description you’re allies with them, so that might be… awkward. On the subject of allies, your ally, Sci-Fi, stole my pancakes. Just so that you are aware who you’re allied with, which is, well, not a good cabin. I have said many not-Scratch-appropriate words about them.

Anywho, good luck in this session!

Friendly neutral,
Thriller.

Hello, Historical.

So you are a train robber now? Or maybe you’re the train. The idea you are a train is a little funny.

I’m not actually really sure I know how to act with you now. Just like with Folklore, we aren’t actually allies, enemies or neutrals, but I suppose that if we aren’t allies or enemies we should be neutrals.

Anyway, I’m talking nonsense - how are you? How have you been? How have the 3 months in between-session stasis been? Did you like being brought out of stasis to get a form? I’ve noticed you usually enjoy the form fittings.

Good luck with this session.
Thriller

Fanfic! You will absolutely never believe what happened.

You know how Sci-Fi can do the whole glitchy thing with their new form, right? So, yesterday, at dinner, they stole my food! AND IT WAS PANCAKE DAY. CAN YOU BELIEVE THE AUDACITY? They know how much I adore pancakes and still stole them! Just glitched in and out! I will never forgive them.

And guess what? Sci-Fi was never even punished! I filed a report and everything but the Main Cabin decided that stealing food didn’t count as harming. How can it not count as harming? It’s harming!

So, I was wondering if, when cabin wars come, we could war them? They already are our enemy, so why don’t we absolutely destroy them? As revenge for stealing my precious pancakes.

Hope to see a reply soon,
Thriller.

Hello, Dystopian, my beloved brother /half-s

How are you? How was the stasis? I saw that you are doing well with the ranks. I don’t know if you’ll stay up there for long though. Fantasy isn’t that far behind .

Not going to lie, your description sounds less like a dystopia and more like a… thriller. I invaded your description, I guess. Get absolutely destroyed >:] Get destructed >:]]

Your main colour is still… grey. Strange and unfavourable choice. I miss the days when your main colour was purple.
Anyway, good luck with the upcoming session! You might need it.

Your favourite sibling,
Thriller.

Hey, Naan!

This session, we uncovered a very precious and strange secret … you like bread! Wow! I never would have guessed!

I like your new form though. Is there any chance I could come over to your site and buy some bread? I enjoy baguettes and croissants and rolls; do you have any of those?

Anyway, good luck with beating Historical. No offence, but you might not succeed as they are about 2000 points above you… well done on beating Poetry anyway!

Your friendly neutral,
Thriller.

Hello, Poetry!

My greatest sympathies for the fact that you are last; I hope you are going to beat Non Fiction in the future.

So, I have noticed that you have become way more competitive than usual, as well as are moving away from your sagey-green theme that I usually associated you with. You were… something along the lines of a mountain retreat last session, if I remember right? I do not know how to react to that information, I’ll be honest.

Anyhow, do you still like Shakespeare? I have some of those books at my cabin site. Or has the stasis changed you so much?

Your ally and friend,
Thriller.

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" Flash fiction is the shortest form of prose writing. It’s a flash - a blink - of a story, a universe contained within a few words. Go check out Soki’s fantastic workshop on how to slay flash fiction writing: ( https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6688387/ ). Afterwards, we challenge you to, in 400 words, write three complete stories. Structure it however you like - the sky’s the limit! Upon completion, 300 points (and an extra 50 for sharing) shall be awarded.
This is also a bi-daily, meaning it'll be happening for two days. This is the FIRST DAY of this daily. On the second day, people who haven't completed it on the first day will be able to, but everyone else is welcome to work towards their own writing goals! “

Jeremy drummed his fingers against the rotting closet.
”There's nothing here, mate.“
”I swear I heard something –“
He pushes it to the ground with a grunt, grinning.
”Nah, you're just a coward.“
As he speaks, the door falls open. It breaks against the earth.
”I think you'd find that you're wrong,“ a grinding voice arises from the closet, and Jeremy shivers and tries to run,
but he falls anyway.
(69 words)

”Botany – do you find it interesting?“
”Endurable.“
”That's not a good mindset.“
”What, as a botanist?“
The two, standing outside a run-down shop, glance up again at the half-painted sign.
”It needs work.“
”You could say that again,“
”Where should we start?“ They look limply at the cracks in the windows, the graffiti scrawled on the bricks.
”It's going to be a hard job, sure, but we should have considered that before we bought it.“
”Let's get started, then,“ and they wade into a room filled with the memories of the strangers walking by: takeaway containers and worn blankets being the predominant two.

They work. And they work, through winter, through summer, and by the time the next year rolls around, they have a freshly decorated shop with ‘Resilience’ painted boldly on the sign.
”Resilience flowers. I suppose that isn't awful.“
”I don't find it awful at all.“ They grin at each other.
”So, what do you think of botany?"
(160 words)

An infant curls up on the beach, eyes closed against the wind. The waves lap at their bare feet.
Along that same beach strolls a woman. Her eyes, too, are closed. She walks past the child without seeing.
This repeats, day after day, but the child never ages,
and eventually the woman opens her eyes and sees her past echoing from the swash.
(63 words)

(292 words in total)

Daily, Nov. 8, flash fiction
The magic in a pencil

Have you found that art was boring? Whenever you had art class, would you dread it? That's just because you don't know the magic of our simple yet phenomenal pencils. These perfect companion-in-hands can lead you to success, or lead you to meeting the celebrities that you adore, they will be the ones asking for you autograph. However, all this sensation won't work if you just pick up a pencil and do nothing. You see, you must first show the pencil that you can be trusted, they're very picky, you know. Grip the pencil carefully but tightly, find your comfortable position to hold it and see if your pencil agrees with this. You never know, they could just plummet out of your hand like a rapid rocket. Now, back to the point, once you have tamed your crazy pencil, - meaning you can hold it without it falling out - we need to find out if this is the correct type. Have you heard of ‘sketching pencils’ or ‘graphite pencils’? These are the ones you should come to if you want to sketch. Coloring pencils - to color. Charcoal pencils - for a darker colour. However, most interesting for me is a graphite pencil, you must know all about them as they are very nice to use. Amazingly, they come in different ‘B’. Yes, you read correctly, B. They vary in strength, for example, a 4B would be softer than a 2B. So if you're one of those soft-pencil-users, I recommend one of those 5B, or maybe even 6B. Also, a frequently asked question is; ‘Well, what is the difference between charcoal pencils and graphite pencils?’ The thing is, charcoal pencils and graphite pencils are very similar - if you don't dig into the hole deep enough. Charcoal pencils give a more rough, charcoaled texture, whilst graphite pencils stay metallic and smooth. Enough of all this chaos with types of pencils, time to put them in use! Start guiding your pencil around the paper and you'll soon notice that it's doing the work for you! Easier than beating a snail in a running competition! Remember, it might not work straight away, you just lack your connection skills with your pencil-mate. You're not bad at art, the pencil's not dumb, you need to just practice those friendship skills and, ta-da! Pas difficile!

An article by Madame Zuizoi (zu-zwa)

Xy here, doing the flash fiction writing daily (total 392 words, that was close):

I woke up, yawning. My pet, a black cat with green eyes stared at me. His name is Shadow. He's a magical cat. He can talk. “Come on! You'll be late for the concert”, Shadow shouted at me. Last week, I promised to my cousin Joey to watch his piano concert. As me and Shadow walked through the streets, I saw a wanted poster. It says “WANTED. Diamond thief” It didn't show the price, which I tough was weird. Finally, me and Shadow arrived at the concert. “No pets aloud” sign is right at the entrance. I let Shadow loose, exploring. I walked in, and watched the concert. It was great. I saw a diamond exhibition, so I decided to see it. When I was looking and the beautiful diamonds, there was a loud crash. Everyone here looked up, and saw a thief. Suddenly there was an orange cat, and it said “Don't worry! I got this!”. Everyone was frozen. The orange cat touches the thief with its paws, and the thief was suddenly in a cage. There was sparkles everywhere, and everyone except myself faint. When everyone woke up, they assumed that a man has grabbed a cage from the back rooms and fight the thief. No one else know the truth except myself.
(215 words)

The rain fell heavily. I watched outside the blurry window. I dozed off and started day dreaming. There was a swan, it has beautiful white fur. One of the boys in my class shouted, “HEY! Don't steal my bread idea”. And so, I dreamed that a beautiful swan was eating a bread. I remembered today's history class, and I dreamed that the swan fly- “Alya, Alya! Hey!”, suddenly a voice shouted at me. “W-what…?”, I slowly opened my eyes. “Stop with the day dreaming, and do the math practice!”, my teacher said. I groaned, and when I just started, I fell asleep.
(102 words)

I kept on falling, and falling. “Don't worry big brother, it'll be fine!”, shouted Bella, my little sister. We finally landed on tall grass. It started itching my legs. “Wait… Isn't this the place where mother… go away…?” I whispered. Bella nodded. “This is a secret place, so tell NO ONE about it”, Bella exclaimed. She put some flowers on the ground, and the ghost of mother appeared. She hugged us, and then fade away.
(75 words)

Also why did it became smaller and smeller- XD

Dear Historical Fiction,
How is it going there Hi-Fi? Pretty please don’t rob our train. I mean, what do you even get out of robbing people’s trains? It is inhumane and unjust. Work for the gold yourselves and everything will be at peace. Or else. Just joking!! (pretty please do not rob our train we are siblings spare us pretty please with a cherry on top with extra sprinkles)

Your sibling,
Mystery


Dear Poetry,
How is it there in Poetrisland? We are stuck here on a moving train day and night, we get a little sick sometimes, but the view is nice! Waterfalls, mountains, trees.. Even if Historical fiction is your enemy, and they are our siblings, we hope nothing gets in the way of OUR sibling hood. As we know, you’re in last place, but don’t lose hope! We will mail you guys some motivation cookies, and remember, NEVER ever give up. Good luck Poetry!!

Your sibling,
Mystery

Dear Thriller,
No clue how to get a message down to the ocean floor, but we hope this message in a bottle works out. We even laminated it so it gets less wet. But are you okay Thriller? The ocean floor is dangerous, I hope a shark does not get you. That would be totally super unfortunate. I hope you guys are able to make a safe trip back to the surface. Best of luck Thriller.

Sincerely,
Mystery.

Hello Folklore,
How is it there in the village? Must be nice to have fresh air and bustling village life. We are on a train, it is high key boring. No fresh air, no nothing. Please send us some flowers, it smells like oil and coal. In return we will send some motivational cookies. Our specialty. We promise there is nothing mysterious in them. Best of luck, folklore!

Sincerely,
Mystery

Greetings Non-fiction,
Or should I say “naan fiction”. We have seen your bread house. It is quite bedazzling. If you do not mind, could you please send us some bread and butter. All we have on the train is noodles and mashed potatoes. We are running out of food! If you give us bread and butter, we, in return, will give you motivation cookies. If we get the ingredients of course. But they will be SOOOO tasty, give us bread plz.

Very sincerely,
Mystery.

Salutations to the Adventure Kingdom,
We would like to file a complaint. One of your dragons.. or whatever literally crashed into the caboose. If we do not get money to fix it from you guys, there will be a problem. And we will be taking this to the royal courthouse. Please take care and maintain your dragons, we would not like this to become a big problem.

Sincerely,
Mystery

Why hello Science- Fiction,
As you probably know, you have sent a bug to all of our devices on the Mystery train. As you can see it is a big problem. We cannot access our documents, books, or online shop. Please fix the bug. It has already spread to poetry, use your tech skills, or we will file a complaint and barge into your headquarters. You never know what is next. We are mysterious and mischievous.

Coldly,
Mystery

Hello Script!
We know you have been busy with theater and.. stuff but could you please send some paper to us? We cannot complete the dailies and weeklies without paper, and we would greatly appreciate quill and ink. We know you are busy but we would greatly appreciate it! We could possibly give you guys some coins in return! Anyways, think about it and write back to us!

With love,
Mystery

Heyy Bizarro-Fiction,
We heard about the movie theater thing, I hope you are recovering. That seemed high key scary. Also, what do you even do all day? In a cinema that sounds boring. Well, we are writing from a train. We guess that is more boring. Also could you please send some movie theater popcorn, we have heard it is quite the delicacy. Anyways, stay safe!

Sincerely,
Mystery

Hi Realistic Fiction,
We heard about you. How is the inn? It seems very very sketchy. We hope you are safe and okay. We looked on Yelp and that place has a one and a half star review. Yikes! Anyways, write back soon to tell us you are safe. Also if you guys need paper Script might send some to us which we could send back to you. Have a good day.

Sincerely,
Mystery

Greeting Fantasy,
How is it there at the.. steampunk sanctuary? What even is that? Anywho, it sounds kinda super cool. Send us some pictures over here to us on the train, it gets quite dull only seeing mountains and trees and lakes and cows. Ugh. Anyways, write back soon!! We would love to see how the steampunk world looks like!!

Sincerely,
Mystery

Hello.. Dystopian,
You are in first place, but not for long. We will mysteriously take over your first place. Beware. Anywho, how is it there in your world? It seems quite boring and frightening. On the train we have a quite magnificent view of nature and stuff. We love it so much!! Anyways, write back soon, or else. Also, we would just LOVE to see pictures of your.. dystopian world. Tootles!

Sincerely,
Mystery.

Good afternoon Fanfiction,
How are you? Anyways, we do not know how this letter will get to you because you are with some.. outer space aliens on a mission. Hopefully, this letter will make it up there. Somehow. Anyways, tell us more, did you find anything interesting? Will the world end? Is climate change still happening? Let us know over here on Earth!

Sincerely,
Mystery

Hello Horror,
How is it going with getting revenge on the council? I hope it is going well, they deserve to suffer. Must be a bit scary though. Please stay safe.

Sincerely,
Mystery.

Flash Fiction

exactly 400 words! (because I’m AMAZING /j)


Watching

I like to watch the fishes. They swim so nicely. Round and round they go, like a little whirlwind. All of them move as one, not a single fish left behind.
It makes me happy.
I like to watch the sharks as well.
Although I can’t see them very well, as they pass over me. Just silhouettes.
But there’s not much else to do, you see, lying here at the bottom of the pacific.

(75 words)


Tick, tock

I watch the clock that sits on the mantelpiece.
Tick, tock.
Half past three.
I look away.
Tick, tock.
Quarter past one.

I find myself wondering if this is a dream. It’d make sense. Everything feels so wrong right now, even though I know this is my house.

Well… good, I think. That’s fine with me.

But there’s a figure coming out of the fire now. A dark silhouette, roughly the shape of a person.
It comes towards me.
It’s okay, I think. This is a dream. I’ll just wake up.
It reaches me.

I don’t wake up.

(100 words)
a drabble!


Crying

From her room comes a soft crying.
If you were to peer through her window, you would see that she sits sobbing on the floor.
“Are you okay?” there comes a voice. But where from?
Her eyes rest upon what looks to be a young child with silvery wings.
“No,” she sniffs.
“Why? Whatever’s wrong?”
“I can’t say,”
A pause.
“Are you a fairy?”
The child thinks for a moment, before replying, “if you want me to be,”
“Then yes,” she says.

“You’re not crying anymore,” it remarks.
“You’re right,” she smiles, and the fairy is gone, “come again!”

It does visit her again, many times. Each time she grows older.

One day she is old and grey, sitting reminiscing on happier times.
“Hello?”
“It’s you,” she says, “but I don’t need you.”
“I know,” says the fairy, “but you should know that this is the last time I will come.”
“Oh,” she says sadly, “why?”
It shakes its head, as if to mean, ‘I can’t say.’
She nods solemnly, understanding.
And then…
She runs out of breath, right there. Her eyelids close on her glassy eyes for the last time.
“Sorry,” whispers the fairy.

Then there is a great flash of light — and she’s gone, and so is the fairy.
And instead, a little girl of about twelve walks out of that room.

(225 words)
I had to cut this down by about 50 words :’)

this is shaping up to be a fun session folklore ftw

11/8/22 daily: flash fiction (307 words)

Every game was played in three: a pawn, a queen, a knight or rook or priest with clasped hands, looking at the sky and begging. Alas, such pretty marionettes had strings attached, tangling in the heavens but transparent to the land below. Besides, the spades still wanted what they were due, and so their army moved quickly across the land, untied to the rules of chess. Strategy was the game of knights, but at the end of the day, a poker face beats hours of concentration and secret hymns whispered through the floor, so. Not surprising that she, the broken heart queen, swallowed the ivory bishop whole. (107)

thorny honeysuckle strewn across the floor couldn’t keep me from walking barefoot, a priestess in the making and princely in the waltz i practiced throughout those echoing halls where i grew
hard to stop from hitting the ground running after ritual after ritual, a king but only in this house tucked away in seville, indiana or some other suburban paradox, but at least i know that every morning must be held in a prayer’s silence, every night held with such revere that the moon might just reveal its holiness and kiss me goodnight (93)

Trusting dreams is like wading into the ocean in your youth. It’s hazy in a way where you will remember vividly on the ride home, but after drifting off on the interstate to the airport, you will only recall the seagulls nipping at your ankles and the sea spray that blew in your face and made you feel older than you were (of course, you’d fall into the sand after and forget that split flashforward of waking up. Trusting a dream is falling to a mattress despite not having moved, is tears on your face and words twisting your tongue though you know you’d never say them. (107)

weekly 1: letters (aka i make my environmentalist version of folklore yell at friends and also make a lot of business deals) (1514 words)

(horror) Ivy,
My friend. What possessed you to run off to the woods, searching for information on an alchemist? If you had wanted to turn something to gold, you could have just hunted down a leprechaun with me, but no. You realize no one knows where you are? Sending this letter, I can only hope that my messengers can manage to reach you. People say those woods are haunted, which is understandable (you know my own have all sorts of folklore hiding in them, not all benevolent) but no place to go alone. My dear nymph, you’re worrying everyone. Please come home.

(non-fi) Dear Naan Bakery,
Despite our status as enemies, I am in unfortunate need of bread, as the fae in our woods need appeasing. You may or may not know this, but your Fantasy allies are also somewhat linked to our forests, so if anything do this for them. We’d like an order of two dozen bagels and a handful of loaves of bread, please, and perhaps some petipans. Alas, we have no house spirits to do our cooking for us. We promise not to pay you in leprechaun gold, so long as you can deliver quickly. Many thanks from the Folklore cabin.

(dystopian) Estimado celestiales,
Quería hablar con ustedes sobre esa estrella que siempre se mueve más rápido que los demás. He encontrado razón para creer que es un espíritu malo, y podría destrozar a su querido planeta. Los campers de Folklore me dicen que debo ofrecerles una garantía de que les podemos ayudar en el futuro. Para ser honesta, no sé qué significa, pero es cierto que esa estrella puede ser muy mala para ustedes. Si me puedes escribir una carta en respuesta, quizás podemos llegar a una conclusión sobre cuál espíritu les está fastidiando. Espero que yo esté incorrecto.
Atentamente,
Los residentes de Folklore Woods

(fantasy) Hello! Just letting you know that we have the kraken all under control and the campers definitely didn’t just relocate it to a different part of the sea to be dealt with later. Additionally, the ship is set for repairs in a week, so we should probably figure out where to dock it. Do the Steam Seas have pirates, by the way? A handful of the campers are getting seasick and we’d all rather not have to deal with vomit at the same time as swashbucklers. Final point - weekly check-up to make sure no mythological creatures or otherwise have escaped. Don’t forget about brunch.

(mystery) Good evening,
It has come to our attention that your train route comes through our woods. Between all the other things rumored to be happening on that express car, I’d rather your passengers don’t get stolen away at midnight on top of that. To avoid the usual dangers of the forest at winter, we have a step-by-step guide . 1. Under no circumstances shall you make eye contact with the glowing lights for more than thirty seconds. This is seen as provocation. 2. If Bigfoot appears, give it a pastry or fruit and it shall be appeased. 3. The deer carcass in the middle of the tracks is not to be disturbed. You stop the train, move it gently out of the way, and do not look at what devours it.

(script) Lily! Old friend, it’s good to see you back in the theatre after so long. You don’t seem to have gotten any of my prior letters, but hopefully this one manages to reach you. Life from city to city to find a stage must be difficult. Don’t beat yourself up if you don’t get a part, though I had heard you’d gotten better at that. I promise I’ll find the time to attend your show, for real. I’ve said that before, but this time I mean it. And don’t spend too much time in heels; that’s a really bad idea.

(thriller) Hello,
We hear you run an ocean expedition service. The folklore and fantasy cabins have acquired a joint ship, which ought to be due for repairs soon. As you know, the seas are treacherous, and we don’t know of anywhere else to dock our ship and not get immediately lost or robbed. Though we are not close, we are not enemies, either, and truthfully, I am sick of getting attacked by krakens, so hopefully yours are calmer waters. Would we be able to anchor a ship for a few days to put things back into shape? We’ll be quick, and promise not to accidentally let any strange animals loose.

(realistic fiction) Hello,
My crew stopped in here last autumn, and it was a quite pleasant experience. The rooms were clean, and the floors were nice and carpeted. The pillows were incredibly soft, too, same with the mattress. The bellhops and concierge staff were nice but quiet, which is truly ideal for the season. The decoration and furniture in the rooms were certainly artistic, though mildly eerie. Everyone was kind to us and gave directions on how to get back to our forests. The only complaint any of us had is that the staff is perhaps a bit too quiet, disappearing between hallways in a blink of an eye.

(bizarro fiction) Odd cinema, but excellent, excellent, excellent 3-D capabilities! I watched Alice in Wonderland, as one does, and was shocked to see the characters so convincingly peel themselves off of the screens. The Mad Hatter, especially, looked life-like and stared at me with such animosity that I was almost frightened. Poor Alice looked even more frightened than she did in the movie, however, and she looked confused at the people in the room. Frabjous popcorn, too, and buttered to an ideal medium between flavorless and sickening! Overall, five out of five stars, as I’ve never seen such grand illusions as here.

(science fiction) Hello,
I heard of the tragedy that occurred at your establishment (facility?) and wanted to extend an offer. In a series of such unfortunate events, those of us at Folklore Woods have been forced to create a new policy of ours. In a gesture of goodwill and respect towards science, I give you a voucher (enclosed) for any aid you may need ‘cleaning up’, so to speak. Any portals that may have been opened (I’m not aware of all the details) may have leaked magic, of which we are experts in resolving. I hope your situation fixes itself quickly, because that much energy cannot be good for the environment.

(poetry) in this eerie night of november, i must ask you, sahana, to reconsider. this would have been so perfect, the two of us controlling the moon. but you have always gravitated towards the sun, which is alright. you wouldn’t have accepted if it were anything else, but still. danger lurks behind the next new moon, hiding itself from the mortals. your blood flows golden ichor, so how can you not see it as clearly as i. again, it doesn’t matter, because nothing could stop you, icarus, from swan diving into that celestial sun that took your twin (please don’t let it take you too)

(adventure) Scott. Of all the bad decisions you have ever made, this was the worst. First you infiltrated a castle, for no reason other than “you thought it would be a good idea”, which it was clearly not, because that castle is also currently at war with one of the fiercest armies in the world. Next, you deliver me a dying carrier pigeon in the hopes of what? Expecting help when you needed it, though I could obviously never find your location again? So now that you’re at war in a kingdom that isn’t your own, have you thought about your decisions and realized that it would have been better to let literally anyone know where you’d gone?

(fan fiction) Hello,
I have a survey for you. See, my friend and I are in an argument over the lives of the russian revolutionaries, and I hear you can time travel. Now, while I’m sure you’re very busy, you are probably still more aware of history than either of us, so please tell us all you can about Frida Kahlo’s relationship with Leon Trotsky. Also, one of my other friends insists that Anastasia escaped her family’s fate, but we just think they watch too many movies. From any royal family knowledge you have, please solve this fight (it’s getting rather heated over here).

(historical fiction) The deal is complete. I told them to look the other way if they find a deer carcass - it doesn’t have to be a deer, obviously, it could be any old carcass you find. This should give you guys a window for your next heist- honestly, I’ve got to admit I’m a fan. To pull off this many heists without a single instance of getting caught, and in such a big group too. You’re a quite admirable group of rogues, that’s for sure. But I still expect my cut of the robbery, just as we’d planned. If you don’t deliver, I’ll send the forest after you.

weekly 3: please someone tell me how to get scratch to stop changing my : D s to s

i did the eisenhower's matrix to prioritize large amounts of things due today and the pomodoro technique, which sort of worked - i got distracted but by doing other productive things.
part two: i went to the encouragement faction, very good vibes in there. idk how to provide proof, but it's there
part three:
1 (2 words): Exercise is probably the most important for me, personally. Not because I like it, but because I have a condition that basically has completely wrecked my knees. Two springs ago, I dislocated my knee. Turns out my bones didn't grow in properly, which doesn't affect my daily life unless I exercise. If I don't exercise, they can become weak very quickly and risk dislocating them, so for this I can say from experience, exercise is incredibly important for the body. Plus it's surprisingly rewarding: it's time you can spend alone, can easily see change in the amount you're able to do, and you can jam to music in the meantime. Sports can also help with having connections with others, as being on teams or practicing with others can strengthen bonds. Even just running gets you outside, which can greatly improve your mental health. Running is something that I strive towards, because despite the cold weather, I adore nature in any of its occasionally temperamental seasons. So being able to exercise while taking in the scenery is important to me, as is the “being able to actually walk without being in pain” portion. Also it's proven to make you happier and sometimes be stress relieving, so benefits all around. If you're on shark week, it helps, even if it's uncomfortable. Finally, exercise can help by making you stronger. Even if you don't want to be in an intensive sport where muscles are needed, it can help you get retail jobs where carrying several pounds is a required thing: it's helped me, where I work at a writer's dream job (librarian at my school).
2: water - i truly don't drink as much as i should

weekly #4, i truly hope i have formatted this right. 2593 words

The writer’s wares number few, but they presume it shall be enough for the week’s supplies. A single diamond earring scrounged from the wreckage, real or fake, was as enticing as any portfolio to a pawn shop. They hoped their favorite still stood standing, because otherwise they’d have no clue where to go. They sigh. Ignoring the fighting outside was all they could really do, and try to reap a profit. Their chess board, a handful of notebooks, and an unstable kitchen was all Jaden had to their name. Well, and a cabinet full of secrets collected over the last few years, but they were worth nothing now. (108 ps this is the only time i will add a word count)

In any case. It was nearing sunrise, but they supposed there was enough time for one more hunt. These scavenging excursions were highly illegal - presumably to be able to identify bodies easier. Pulling on a mask, Jaden again wondered why they insisted on the secrecy: their day job was being a rescuer for those stuck under the rubble, and could easily filch a victim’s jewelry while determining a pulse. But no, they thought as they wound the string tightly, being disrespectful to the dead in this city was an uncrossable line. Each side of the mask fit snugly around Jaden’s face. The main problem wasn’t the government, it was the other pirates of the concrete sea. They finished threading their ponytail through the string, the final step of this near-nightly routine.

Tonight would be an experience a bit different. Before, each expedition would be winding past several tons of concrete and broken stairs, and they’d just pretend it was a building demolished for code violations rather than ravaged by the creatures the enemy army had with them. Tonight would be something a level more advanced, as Jaden was setting their sights a little closer to home. The Hazel Gardens were overgrown after so many decades of neglect, and had become a makeshift graveyard. They weren’t a graverobber, but all the bodies had to be coming from somewhere a bit more diabolical than the usual war casualties. They had been given a tip by their boss on the whereabouts of the real villains of the Hazel Graves, a little clan of those who had lost their morals and hung out by the lakefront. Those were certain to have much to steal.

So there they went, creeping past apartments and streetlights to the other side of the city. The city was always beautiful, regardless of the devastation brought by the war. After all, the sun kept spinning and the moon kept shining in their usual patterns, bringing dusk and dawn to the buildings. Glass shone, whether it was a church packed full of refugees or a skyscraper, still standing proud and preserving the skyline. Nothing could take that away. The heart of the city might have been injured, but so long as the streets were navigable - obviously they were, that’s how Jaden was able to get to the Gardens - then the cafes and restaurants and shops would remain humming lowly, in the back of your mind but ever-present like a refrigerator hum. They were sprinting at some point, to get past the crime sector, but then it was peaceful.

One of the cafes, in fact, was just opening, and it seemed perhaps too late to go to the Hazel Gardens, because the sun was starting to creep up and bleed into the horizon. Jaden thought. It would be more suspicious to be truly on the other side of town than to be visiting a bakery on the outskirts of the usual circuits. They caught a whiff of bread, and with that the decision was made. Unclasping the mask, they tucked it away to their bag and walked in. 5am was early for a bakery to start serving customers, but they were willing to wait. It was a cozy place, a bakery on the bottom and several floors of apartment above, although those were probably frequent hosts to rats. Hanging pots of ferns were attached to the ceiling by the windows, and the rest was adorned with rustic details, flowers carved on furniture and local paintings displayed on the walls. The aroma was heavenly after crawling through construction materials.

From behind the kitchen door, they saw glimpses of blond hair in a bun, a woman kneading dough flat, then reshaping it into a ball once more. It was peaceful, until the doorbell rang again. A long shadow appeared, and Jaden noticed with dread the feathers that the creature sported. A string of expletives ran through Jaden's mind, most cursing out the avian's existence. The avians, though not a significant part of the actual army, were instrumental to the enemy's plan. It looked first at the baker, now frozen in fear, and then at Jaden, who met its glance. They weren't expecting a Southern drawl, but that is what came out of the avian's mouth first. “Haven't you wandered off too far, human? Your sector is quite a ways south of here. Of course, if you'd like to join us for dinner, I've heard humans don't taste too far off from pork.”
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The first time the avians invaded was chaos. Jaden’s vision swam as they crouched down. They were hosting an ambassador’s trip to the St. Cera Memorial, enjoying the calmness of the museum, when suddenly the glass atrium shattered, and the supports crumbled into the floor. They stumbled upon standing, knocking their head against a display. Everything tasted like zinc, a faint hum of electricity in the air. A cough came from the right, most likely the elderly ambassador. *, would his old man lungs survive this much dust? A red light caught their attention. Exit sign! Jaden wasn’t very strong, favoring chess over basketball, but they supposed adrenaline was what compelled them to haul the ambassador’s unconscious body over their shoulder and out the door, bleary-eyed and shoved about by the crowds of people. The November air would normally hurt, but it felt like ambrosia against all the little nicks littering their skin.

The streets were in disarray. They set down the ambassador under a tree, and began limping around. It only took one step to start falling. Jaden can’t tell if time is speeding up or slowing down, but they knew that everything hurt. They could move, though, and groaned as they set themself back into place. Light spilled into the tunnel, and a few onlookers stared down. They waved, wincing as the gash on their forearm spread. A good amount of others were waking up around the tunnel, which was probably a subway system in an abandoned sector. But only one person seemed truly lucid, walking with purpose through the shadows. Jaden’s vision was returning, luckily, and they opened their mouth to call for help. Then two protrusions erupted from the person’s back, and dusty-grey feathers poked out into the daylight. There was a sudden silence, and Jaden could only look in fear.

“Screw you,” Jaden spat out. “It’s not as if the accords let you be here, either. This is still one of the faerie-folk blocks.” \ “Just fae is fine,” pipes up the baker, who had stopped her cowering. Under the bun spread two long antlers, which awkwardly slotted themselves into the doorway. “But no fighting in the Magnolia Cafe, please. Out.” The baker put a bit more threat into the last word, so Jaden complied. The avian stared back with red-hot anger, but turned back to chat with the baker. A burst of coffee accompanied Jaden back into the street, where the sun was now shining. There would be no cover for them to return to the human sectors, at least not to their own. But other places might have more alleyways for them to explore, and all else fails, those diamond earrings would be good compensation for their guts on a platter.

This stupid alleyway looked too familiar. They normally kept good care of ensuring no crossover between human and other sectors of the city, and extended that careful planning to friends. There was no good reason for them to have been here before, and yet. Jaden supposed there wasn’t much difference between one fire escape to the next, and despite the plants here looking a bit too alive to be tended by a human, there was only so much one could find in a fae tomato plant than a run-of-the-mill tomato. Still, every step felt too close to a past one for comfort. And so when an old friend appeared in the next bend, they seemed to anticipate every word she said. Maria was here again, and she almost never brought good news. But they felt that today- “Hey, bud,” she said, slurring the words almost sheepishly. “Got lost giving guidance to some other fae and I can’t recognize this part of town. D’ya know whether I ought to turn right or left here?” They point back where they came before the sentence was halfway done.

They continued on through the maze, puzzling over the experience, when their mind settled on the word ‘other’. There was no way that Maria, the girl they went to high school with and beat at chess, wasn’t human. Although as far as they could tell, all those pieces of bad news couldn’t be known to anyone but faerie folk. Actually, they didn’t want to entertain the possibility. But it would explain the last time they met- no. The last time they met was when the apartments collapsed, and they were in shock over all the deaths. But Maria said cryptically that she’d entrust the fae with the funerals, and since then they hadn’t slept easy over it. But if she were fae, then everyone did get put to rest properly, because she would have done it herself.

They weren’t going to think about that again. The horrors of that day were too many, and as long as everyone received the proper rites, then they would be content. In any case, these alleyways were making them think too much. In an uncharacteristic burst of courage, they stepped back into the Main Street. They recognized this from the before times, and knew this as the street where during high school, their classmate Olivia slipped away from a field trip to buy an ice cream, only to drop it within ten paces of the shop. They had gone looking for apartments another time, only for Jaden to not be able to afford it. Regardless, it still held good memories for them. But to be on such an exposed avenue wasn’t good. Not all fae had antlers or carried vaguely threatening auras with them, but if they showed nervousness, it would betray them: all fae were confident even if it’d kill them. So they schooled their expression into an emotionless mask- right. They owned a mask that would at least somewhat make sense for a faerie to wear (some got the less-fortunate end of the spectrum and relied on ugliness to scare humans rather than enchanting them with beauty). Jaden walked briskly, hoping to hide the tremor in their hand from the fae surrounding them as they removed the mask from their bag. They clasped it quickly, not caring this time about how their hair would look. The street only looked prettier through the mesh of the eye sockets. Every burst of bouquets from the assorted flower shops just adorned their vision with life.

Oh no. They were almost at the human sector, when they noticed the jewelry shop. Towards the beginning of the madness, they had crept into it at night in desperation for money and left with a bag of jewelry and precious stones, but one appeared a thousand times more special than the rest. A pair of earrings, the ones they still carried two years later, were in a box, maybe a gift for a loved one, but it belonged to the owner. Jaden checked out of the corner of their eyes: the same person still owned the shop. The human sector was just one block away, yet they went back. The bell was a reminder of the crime, but they left the box quickly without looking back, just hearing a person’s happy gasp. Then they ran the rest of the block.

Panting, they finally took a breather and leaned against a brick wall. A burst of - glitter? - made them look back into the fae sector. Jaden’s mouth dropped at the nearly overflowing plants spilling out of the alley. They looked alien, like something out of a Bradbury novel, but beautiful. Faerie work, obviously, but it was neon in a way even fae didn’t produce. Then it began to snow. Being February, it made sense, but not a single flake landed on the plants. The flowers continued to bloom towards the sky, leaving a pillar of clear sky where the clouds didn’t dare touch.

The clouds were rolling with such intensity that the very buildings seemed to quake. Hopefully another battle wasn’t shaping up, because the last one was rough. Its toll on the city was still obvious to any who cared to look. Bricks sometimes crumbled without any warning, and whole gardens wilted despite ample time to recover. On the fae side, shops were being closed, signs flipped to the other side and windows being covered. On that side, only birdsong was heard in the heart of their city, but on the human one, life continued mostly on. The snow was well received by thirsty trees after a dry winter, and dogs jumped happily at it. Walking along, it was almost as if the sky was shapeshifting. The wind blew normally, yet the clouds were ebbing and flowing like water. The moon was there too, despite the grey day. That was always an odd sight.

The train was seen pulling into the station, and Jaden quickly ran up the stairs to greet it. Weird cloud patterns or not, they couldn’t miss another curfew. Government jobs were hard to come by when half the country was at war, and defying not just the orders to stay inside at night but also the treaty that kept St. Cera momentarily at peace would immediately get them fired. They hopped on with other young adults, and a handful of teens doing the usual teen things. One older businessman looked sternly at a boy who skateboarded into the train car, but it calmed down quickly. Each person looked straight ahead, careful not to keep another’s eyes. The train wheels were engineered to be silent, so they simply enjoyed the view out the door window, which was currently the park. The railways were a sage green, the official color of the St. Cera municipal district.

The mask was again taken off as they stepped outside of the train car. This time, they savored the twenty or so steps down to the sidewalk level, each firm under their feet. Here the bakeries were familiar and staffed with people whose hairnets did not hide antlers, and the flower shops were filled with roses and other flowers that existed to human botanists. Home wasn’t far away, even if it was a cramped apartment that consisted of one room. Jaden didn’t even have a treasure to present to the pawn shops anymore. But that old collapsed subway station was never fixed, and it was well within the human sectors.
Time to hit the maps again.
\Your Journey: horror, option #1, adventure, option #2, folklore, option #3, nonfi, option #3, dystopian, option #1, fanfi, option #1, thriller, option #1, realfi, option #2, scifi, option #1, mystery, option #1, poetry, option #3, hifi, option #1, bifi, option #1, script, option #1, fantasy, option #1

SWC WEEKLY

Letters to our cabins


Science Fiction

Dear Sci-fi (Science fiction) ,
I recently read in the weekly news bulletin that you had tried to send your simulatees into a simulator which only resulted in them becoming faded and pixelated at the same time . Including almost losing your vice president in the project. Well here’s my advice for you : Better stop doing this crazy stuff. You’ve already lost a few people in the process and you’ll only lose more if you do. I only worry for your safety and security during each test you experiment on. Next time , why don't you send an android there first before a human?

Your Sibling,
Adventure.


104 words


Horror

Dear Horror ,

I just realised that we are hostile neutrals. But do not worry , we won’t be planning an attack on you any time soon. I hope you won’t send me down to the Underworld like your friend was. This is only a letter and I didn’t mean any harm in my words above. Anyway , I know you’ve got tricks up your sleeve and you are trying to plot something Horrifying. Hopefully that won’t happen to me or anybody else. Also do you guys have left over candy from Halloween? I want to try and find out what candy there is . No Guarantee I’ll be stealing it though

Your hostile neutral,
Adventure


112 words


Mystery


Dear Mystery ,

I can see very well you have a case in your hands . As the train chugs past the station ,
The air becomes misty and thick and the plot thickens. Oh well , what can I say ..
You are thankfully a friendly neutral and not a hostile one. I might be a suspect in your case ,
but it is only later you will realise that the culprit or the suspect is more surprising than you expected. Here’s a question for you: How many cases did YOU solve ? I have a feeling you’ve solved none so far . I’ll leave you to your case then.

Your friendly neutral ,
Adventure

107 words


Poetry

Dear Poetry,

Your poems are beyond words. Full of flavour and zest. I’m impressed. But can you survive living on an Island? Well that’s another story. Beware of the dangers of an Island. Each Island has creepy crawlies and things you never want to see again in your life. I’ve heard rumours that there is a spooky castle on the Island your campers are on and once you step into this castle , you will never come back again. But this is just a rumour. These are things which you should not humour . I hope to see you soon. Enjoy your time at the lagoon !

Your ally ,
Adventure

107 words


Naan-fi (Non-fiction)


Dear Naan-fi (Non-fiction),

I hope you spared some delicious buns and naans for me from your bread house. These go deliciously well with Indian curries and the buns make a burger of perfection. Yes , yes we are enemies but that won’t prevent me from plotting to steal your bread. Along with stealing your bread recipes. I offer you a temporary truce for the bread. If you accept , that would be delightful. Else you can just do nothing while I steal your bread. I hope you look after your workers (I mean campers) well . Make sure they also get enough bread too.

Your enemy,
Adventure

104 words.



Script

Dear Script,

You are my sibling and siblings don’t always get along with each other. But here’s the thing: DO NOT send me to the Phantom . I can feel the feeling of dread and despair already down my spine when I try to imagine it. If you do , you’re in big trouble. Anyway, I hope things have so far gone smoothly for you and you don’t have too much of an inrush of campers already. Siblings stay strong together and stick together forever. Look after yourself well and make sure the campers are safe from the Phantom’s clutches. Stay safe, stay strong!

Your Sibling ,
Adventure

105 words


Fantasy

Dear Fantasy ,

Kindly stop sending us these magic spell bombs straight into our territory. The last time we were exposed to your bomb , half the campers here were turned into frogs . It took 2 days to get them back into normal campers after we finally wasted 24 hours of our life trying to figure out the solution. The next time you send us a bomb , we are totally going to have a prank war started on you to get revenge. And we already know one of the campers has a weakness for spiders. So beware of our attack. This is just a warning.

Your archnemesis and enemy ,
Adventure

108 words

Bi-fi (Bizarro Fiction)

Dear Bi-fi (Bizarro Fiction),

Please book 2 tickets for me and my companion. We’re really excited to see the new Pixar film that Dreamworks and Pixar have collaborated on . Also could you grab us some caramel and cheese popcorn mix and some Pepsi please? You can never miss out on the popcorn! What’s your favourite film? The film my friend and I are watching is called “Clarisse , don’t be late!” I can’t wait to see how the film turns out . Perhaps there will be drama , romance or mystery! Who knows! This film will be an exclusive to watch!

Your sibling,
Adventure

101 words


Folklore

Dear Folklore ,

Don’t lose your way in the forest trail! You’ve already lost yourself in it twice and you don’t want to get lost again ,do you? Anyway , I delivered a package to your doorstep yesterday. Hopefully,
You must have received it already and you’re trying to figure out what it is. Well , here’s a hint: You’ll be cursing us sooner or later once you’ve opened the package. You won’t like the sight of it but you might like the taste. Also kindly ask your squirrels to stop throwing Pinecones and screeching in our ears. Really annoying you know. If you don’t tell them , we'll be more than happier to teach you guys a lesson!

Your enemy,
Adventure

118 words

Thriller

Dear Thriller ,

Beware of the dangers lurking in the ocean. Sharks will bite you , jellyfish will sting you and so will the anemone . I recently watched Sky News’ report about how you’re planning to hunt for Captain Colossal’s treasure. It is said it’s located at Colossal’s sunken ship , the Bon Voyager .
The last time scientists went to see the wreckage, it was filled with fishes and they encountered a hungry shark! You’ll need a team of experts if you need to find the treasure. You might find some other stuff. I don't really know. Dive safely !

Your friendly neutral
Adventure

100 words

Real-fi (Realistic Fiction)

Dear Real-fi (Realistic Fiction),

Enjoy your stay at an ancient inn! There’s no guarantee you’ll be able to escape! Probably it’s filled with dust , cobwebs and a lot of other stuff. Who knows? Is the food good at the inn? I hope it isn’t a dry steak and some bland peas with it. Also you have to give a detailed rating about the inn on “ TheBestHotel.com “ . What’s it like staying at the inn? Is it dusty? Is it cold or is it hot? Were you provided with high quality beds? Anyway , have fun at the old , rusty and dusty inn!

Your hostile neutral,
Adventure

105 words

Fan-fi (Fan Fiction)

Dear Fan-fi (Fan Fiction) ,

WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU GUYS CAN TIME TRAVEL!!? That it soo cool!! Is your agency open for travel? If yes , I’d like to book a ticket to see my great-grandma! How is it you and your fellow comrades got the ability to time travel? Who is the founder of the agency and why did they open this agency? I have so many questions! Be careful while travelling. You could get stuck during a time period when your power drains out. Always charge your power before time travelling. Travel safely and have fun!

Your ally ,
Adventure

101 words


Dystopian

Dear Dystopian ,

Please don’t haunt your visitors as “ghosts”. I can understand that , as celestial guardians , you have to be tough and also try to scare off people. But I’m not scared of you (at least I’m not trying to be scared haha). What’s it like being ghosts and floating around as a white translucent figure or I should say , “Ghosts”. How did you end up like that? Was Horror or Fantasy the one who did it? I don’t know. I’m just jumping to conclusions for fun! It must be fun flying and floating around in the air. Enjoy your life as ghosts (I mean celestial guardians)!

Your enemy ,
Adventure

110 words

Hi-fi (Historical Fiction)

Dear Hi-fi (Historical fiction),

Why must you steal everything from us when we did no harm to you? You always steal our treasure every night and only leave a mark on a tree. What is life like as a train robber? What is your next move? I just recently read the Weekly News Bulletin that your clan has been growing and the sheriffs of SWC Island have been on the hunt for you. Well , be careful. Being a dacoit is not an easy life. Also I beg you , please don’t leave fart bags on our chairs . Really annoying.

Your enemy ,
Adventure

101 words.


Total: 1483 words

NickName - Ava
Content - November 8th-9th Daily
Word Count - 651/400
Topic - write a flash fiction
Cabin - Thriller

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please read this! This is a fanfiction I made for another daily, and I want to continue it here!

Previously- Leo and I ran from the screaming Piper, the annoyed Percy, The horrified Nico, The confused Jason, The laughing Annabeth, The innocent Frank, and the smiling Hazel. We ran to the woods, then our treehouse, and we sat there, giggling uncontrollably and gasping for breath, still in our costumes.

And that night had been the most exciting night of my life since it was the first time I had ever felt something so fluttery in my stomach.

I didn't want to be a half-blood.

I wheezed, gasping for breath. Percy was showing me what the community had written for him, and the first lines were exquisite. Percy sat next to me, his arms crossed, laughing as well. We were the only ones in the Poseidon cabin. I was pretty sure he didn't want to come to my house; Hades cabin, so I just invited myself over here.
Hazel walked in. ‘What’s happening?' I quickly sat up and waved my hand, and asked her to come to see this book.

A FEW MINUTES LATER…

'Hey, what's going on?!'
Leo was hooked at seeing us all laughing without us. Frank had tears in his eyes, while Piper was doubling over. Percy himself was cracking up, and way worse than the others.
'You're laughing without me!!' Leo huffed and picked the book from my hand.

A FEW MINUTES/HOURS LATER…

Leo was on his back on the floor, giggling uncontrollably. Percy was waving his hand sideways, trying to tell us to stop, but laughing himself. I had never seen Annabeth so red in the face.
'What do they describe me a-as?' she giggled out. “ athletic and having curly blond hair like a princess's, tan skin, and stormy gray eyes.” She fell to the ground on her knees. ‘And first seaweed brain calls me ’cute' but then ‘seriously beautiful.’
We all started to laugh so loudly that Chiron came into the Poseidon cabin, and reminded us it was 1 AM.
Wait, it was 1 AM?!!
I ran to the Hades cabin, only to be pulled in the middle of the road by Leo. ‘YOU DARE LEAVE ME BEHIND.’ he whined, and I rolled my eyes. I turned slack and got flung backward.
Leo was looking at me, fake sad. ‘How could you joke without me?’ he asked. He crossed his arms. ‘You’re so mean.'
'Awwwww' I teased. ‘Is little Leo jeawous?’
Leo suddenly smirked and picked me up from the legs, hanging me upside down.
I shrieked. ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!’
Leo carried me like that the whole way to the lake and I widened my eyes, finally realizing what he was going to do.
'no no no no no NONO LEO-'

And I got thrown into the lake, Leo jumping in behind me. I swam up to the top, spitting water out of my mouth and choking. I tried to paddle to the edge, but I kept getting pulled back by Leo. How could he hold his breath for so long? Had Percy transported his power to him…?
I struggled to break free of Leo's hand and then decided to think better of it. I plunged into the cool waters again.
I was directly in front of Leo's face. His surprised brown eyes looked at me, and my angry ones looked at him. No matter if he was my best friend, I was going to teach him a lesson.
I suddenly closed the distance between us and took Leo's hand. his eyes grew bigger, until I stepped on Leo's head with the help of his hand, and balanced there.
I could see bubbles from underwater, but I was going to let fire boi stay there for a bit more time.
When I thought that he had had enough, I jumped from his head and raced to the pool, while we gasped to the surface, spluttering.
I stuck my tongue out at him and ran to the Hades cabin. Over there were Hazel and Nico. Hazel had come for a holiday mainly for the skit and half for spending time at Camp Half-Blood.
Nico raised his eyebrow quizzically at me, but Hazel giggled, seeing my wet clothes and hearing an outraged Leo from the background.
'Come, come.' Hazel ushered me to the back of the Hades cabin, while Nico and Hazel told Leo that I might have gone to the Poseidon cabin. As soon he was out of range, I flopped on the bed.
'Not with your wet clothes!' Nico hissed playfully. I laughed quietly and ran to the bathroom.

Daily for 11/8/22:
So I originally struggled with this- but then slept on it so now I think it's fine.

(254 words totaled)

Story 1:
Drabble:

(100 words exact)
Tw: fighting (this takes place AFTER fighting)

I stumbled out of an alley, I looked like a homeless person, a beggar.

My clothes looked old and as if they were used as rags, my face was bruised, I had cuts all over and some of them were bleeding. I was tired. I need sleep.

After a quick breath, I stumbled back into the alley way and faced the gang of 5, I thought I was ready for them.

What seemed to be the leader of the pack glared at me, “Have you learned your lesson? You better not fight again without my permission.”

I sigh, defeated, “Yes, Father.”

Story 2:

Drabble: 106 words

The feline glares at me from the corner. I shudder. In front of me was a tiny kitten- with sleek black fur and yellow eyes. I swear, if I’m going to be unlucky I will scream. “Hello there little kitten.” I cooed. The cat stares at me through those round glowing eyes. Their gaze is almost hypnotizing. We continued on like that- staring at each other till my vision blurs. I close my eyes shut and then open them. The cat is not there anymore. Instead, it is me. I see myself through my own eyes, I look down at my body. I am the cat.

Story 3:
Totally did not just spout nonsense to get this down for this story :eyes:
Dribble: 48 words


When you gaze upon the stars you are fascinated. Their shine radiates across galaxies and the universe itself. You feel enchanted when you look up at the stars. I gaze down upon the Earth, it's rocky formations interest me. I have no choice- for I am a star.