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SWC November 2023
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SWC July 2023
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SWC March 2023
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SWC November 2022
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contents::
Daily 11/1
Daily 11/2
Daily 11/3
Daily 11/4
Daily 11/6
Daily 11/11
poem
song
Daily 11/16
ratld fanfic oneshot
ratld fanfic oneshot EDITED
critique for lio
bugs in a jar
critique for gabbie
critique for lio two
thank-yous
abwc weekly
excerpts for app
writing comp entries forum thread
absurdy birdi wordy crawl codes post
pftt- definitely didn't copy off skye's
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Daily 1/11: 1,073 words
Hi, I'm Raya, also known as Loki next to many other nicknames I've accumulated. I use she/her pronouns, and am a straight girl. I've been homeschooled my entire life, and am currently in eighth grade. I've always been pretty flexible in my learning and have been able to write a lot in my free time. I enjoy writing fanfiction the most, as I'm a fan of many fandoms such as The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings (still reading it), Harry Potter, Marvel, and many others.
I love playing the piano and guitar, as well as singing to music (I'm one of those who can't get enough of YouTube karaokes). My grandfather played classical piano and he helped bought me a real piano for my family. I started playing piano around the age of six or seven. Only around my tween years did I found piano really entrancing. I had an easy lesson book and one lesson from a teacher. Since then I've learned hundreds of songs in so many different genres and artists. Some of my favorites in my repertoire are Blinding Lights by the Weeknd, good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo, and Epiphany from Pixar's Soul.
I'm on a Coldplay, Imagine Dragons, and BTS marathon. I can't get enough of their songs. While writing this, I've listened to Enemy, Thunder, Demons, On Top of the World, Shots, Bleeding Out, Wrecked, Roots, and Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons. And Yellow, The Scientist, Paradise, Viva la Vida, and Fix You by Coldplay. And Fix You (BTS unplugged cover), Run Bulletproof, and Dynamite by BTS.
Reading is a humongous part of my learning, whether casual or for studying. Fantasy is my favorite genre. There's so much magic that it enchants me every time I read it. Some of my most loved books and series include the Redwall series by Brian Jacques, The Neverending Story by Michael Ende, The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis, Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tokien.
How did I get into Scratch camps? I was introduced to SSC (Scratch Science Camp) by @moonlight_activist. I entered the camp's March 2022 session as a camper of Engineering. I then found SRC (Scratch Reading Camp) through participants in SSC and joined its session the next month (April.) I really enjoyed that session. I took a break from camps for a few months and went back to make a leader application for SRC. I was not expecting to, but I got accepted and started to prepare for my cabin. So I led Fan-Fi in SRC's August session with the wonderful Celes (@Cynthialz, I believe.) I had also signed up for SWC's July session as a camper. I have also participated in SAC (Scratch Art Camp) this October as a camper in Realism with the fantastic Brave (@not-a-nobody or @23Heart) and Hope (@euphoriafall.) I am now hosting a new camp called Scratch Inspiration Camp along with me, Soki (@Rey_venclaw), Sandy (@Sandy-Dunes), and Starla (@pure-randomness.) I'm leading the Music Department with the awesome Clay (@Clay_Camps.) I am now participating in this session of SWC!
I would actually like to call this my first session since I feel I didn't participate much in July. Let me explain what overrode SWC that month. Hem. I was enrolled in a local summer camp that ran almost the whole day, every day. First two weeks I played volleyball; second two I did flag football. Both were exceedingly fun. All the bruised, scraped knees, jabbed fingers, sweating bodies, empty water bottles, and turf burns, made the summer so exciting. We got to play actual games. I repeat, actual games. May not be the most interesting thing to to guys, but I've never played full, real-life, right-amount-of-people games. Not to say I've been lonely, because I certainly haven't, but I have never really gotten to play sports. This summer I got the chance to play sports that I love with kids. I probably sound odd, don't I? That's me, your quirky homeschooled teen. Back on topic, Loki. It felt really good to have an entire month dedicated to sports and outside time. It felt wholesome to be off-screen for so long. I took to writing in my bullet journal (finally) and entering daily entries, tracking water intake, emotions, and more. Ooh, looks like another paragraph coming.
Bullet journaling. I just got into bujo'ing and I love/hate it. It demands aesthetic-y taste which I honestly don't have. I write in with colored or 2B pencils and crayons with the occasional marker. Not super sophisticated. But, art is in the eye of the beholder, and I think it's perfect. I really just care about the content I put in. I've kind of drifted off from doing it, but I'm going back now.
I started this out going for the thousand word challenge, but so far it looks like I'm only making it to about 800, haha. 10 o'clock and I'm still going for it, let's go!
My signs. I'm a Gemini, born in June. In the zodiac calendar, I was born in the year of the Rat which I'm actually really proud of, because the rat came in first place (if you know what I'm saying that's awesome.)
I'm asian-american, and this is how asian is (mainly) incorporated in my life: food. My dad is the cook of the house and he makes such delicious asian food I cannot get enough of it. I especially love pho. Pho is a Vietnamese soup dish made with pork bone(?) broth, noodles, meat, and veggies called choy. I also eat a lot of char siu fun, another dish similar to pho. We have it a lot more often, though, and it seems easier to make. We eat lo men, a noodle dish with (bok) choy, pork or steak or beef, topped with some chili sauce. We make our own nuac mam, a spicy sauce that goes on a lot of different types of dishes. And oh yes- kimchi. Kimchi, if you don't already know, is basically pickled daikon, carrots, and others with vinegar. It can also be put on anything. Rice is so simple yet so yummy. Everything goes with it and it's the perfect base dish.
I FREAKING MADE IT TO 1K I FEEL SO PROUD!! Thank you, Soki, for inspiring me. You're, like, my role model here <3
Hi, I'm Raya, also known as Loki next to many other nicknames I've accumulated. I use she/her pronouns, and am a straight girl. I've been homeschooled my entire life, and am currently in eighth grade. I've always been pretty flexible in my learning and have been able to write a lot in my free time. I enjoy writing fanfiction the most, as I'm a fan of many fandoms such as The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings (still reading it), Harry Potter, Marvel, and many others.
I love playing the piano and guitar, as well as singing to music (I'm one of those who can't get enough of YouTube karaokes). My grandfather played classical piano and he helped bought me a real piano for my family. I started playing piano around the age of six or seven. Only around my tween years did I found piano really entrancing. I had an easy lesson book and one lesson from a teacher. Since then I've learned hundreds of songs in so many different genres and artists. Some of my favorites in my repertoire are Blinding Lights by the Weeknd, good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo, and Epiphany from Pixar's Soul.
I'm on a Coldplay, Imagine Dragons, and BTS marathon. I can't get enough of their songs. While writing this, I've listened to Enemy, Thunder, Demons, On Top of the World, Shots, Bleeding Out, Wrecked, Roots, and Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons. And Yellow, The Scientist, Paradise, Viva la Vida, and Fix You by Coldplay. And Fix You (BTS unplugged cover), Run Bulletproof, and Dynamite by BTS.
Reading is a humongous part of my learning, whether casual or for studying. Fantasy is my favorite genre. There's so much magic that it enchants me every time I read it. Some of my most loved books and series include the Redwall series by Brian Jacques, The Neverending Story by Michael Ende, The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis, Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tokien.
How did I get into Scratch camps? I was introduced to SSC (Scratch Science Camp) by @moonlight_activist. I entered the camp's March 2022 session as a camper of Engineering. I then found SRC (Scratch Reading Camp) through participants in SSC and joined its session the next month (April.) I really enjoyed that session. I took a break from camps for a few months and went back to make a leader application for SRC. I was not expecting to, but I got accepted and started to prepare for my cabin. So I led Fan-Fi in SRC's August session with the wonderful Celes (@Cynthialz, I believe.) I had also signed up for SWC's July session as a camper. I have also participated in SAC (Scratch Art Camp) this October as a camper in Realism with the fantastic Brave (@not-a-nobody or @23Heart) and Hope (@euphoriafall.) I am now hosting a new camp called Scratch Inspiration Camp along with me, Soki (@Rey_venclaw), Sandy (@Sandy-Dunes), and Starla (@pure-randomness.) I'm leading the Music Department with the awesome Clay (@Clay_Camps.) I am now participating in this session of SWC!
I would actually like to call this my first session since I feel I didn't participate much in July. Let me explain what overrode SWC that month. Hem. I was enrolled in a local summer camp that ran almost the whole day, every day. First two weeks I played volleyball; second two I did flag football. Both were exceedingly fun. All the bruised, scraped knees, jabbed fingers, sweating bodies, empty water bottles, and turf burns, made the summer so exciting. We got to play actual games. I repeat, actual games. May not be the most interesting thing to to guys, but I've never played full, real-life, right-amount-of-people games. Not to say I've been lonely, because I certainly haven't, but I have never really gotten to play sports. This summer I got the chance to play sports that I love with kids. I probably sound odd, don't I? That's me, your quirky homeschooled teen. Back on topic, Loki. It felt really good to have an entire month dedicated to sports and outside time. It felt wholesome to be off-screen for so long. I took to writing in my bullet journal (finally) and entering daily entries, tracking water intake, emotions, and more. Ooh, looks like another paragraph coming.
Bullet journaling. I just got into bujo'ing and I love/hate it. It demands aesthetic-y taste which I honestly don't have. I write in with colored or 2B pencils and crayons with the occasional marker. Not super sophisticated. But, art is in the eye of the beholder, and I think it's perfect. I really just care about the content I put in. I've kind of drifted off from doing it, but I'm going back now.
I started this out going for the thousand word challenge, but so far it looks like I'm only making it to about 800, haha. 10 o'clock and I'm still going for it, let's go!
My signs. I'm a Gemini, born in June. In the zodiac calendar, I was born in the year of the Rat which I'm actually really proud of, because the rat came in first place (if you know what I'm saying that's awesome.)
I'm asian-american, and this is how asian is (mainly) incorporated in my life: food. My dad is the cook of the house and he makes such delicious asian food I cannot get enough of it. I especially love pho. Pho is a Vietnamese soup dish made with pork bone(?) broth, noodles, meat, and veggies called choy. I also eat a lot of char siu fun, another dish similar to pho. We have it a lot more often, though, and it seems easier to make. We eat lo men, a noodle dish with (bok) choy, pork or steak or beef, topped with some chili sauce. We make our own nuac mam, a spicy sauce that goes on a lot of different types of dishes. And oh yes- kimchi. Kimchi, if you don't already know, is basically pickled daikon, carrots, and others with vinegar. It can also be put on anything. Rice is so simple yet so yummy. Everything goes with it and it's the perfect base dish.
I FREAKING MADE IT TO 1K I FEEL SO PROUD!! Thank you, Soki, for inspiring me. You're, like, my role model here <3
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Daily 2/11: 277 words written by me, 488 words in total. note to self: I added 277 words to my count.
Mangoes, mangoes, mangoes. SWC's food mascot, starter of conversations, ender of conversations, and the snack to satisfy us writers. Toss some into a salad, on top of some sticky rice, have it dried, or just eat it simple and alone. However you use this delicious, sticky fruit, it's valid.
A mango is a drupe, a type of food that has a skin, meat, and seed in the middle. They were first grown around 5,000 years ago in Asia. Besides for eating, they are now used in so many ways like for designs on fabric, mango wars, stress balls (watch out), and barricades. Mango art is gorgeous. Using a knife, artists have carved mangoes into hedgehogs, rose flowers, fish, and more.
Today I've conducted a survey on some of our fabulous SWC leaders. The question is, “How they eat or use your mango?” Let's take a look at how they answered.
Sawyer (@honeybreeze) wrote, “I use them to decorate my room! Unfortunately sometimes they get squishy and I have to throw them out, but their aroma fills my room when that happens and it smells so good all the time now! my family doesn't agree though so it's great for warding them off… (if you want an actual answer I usually eat dried mango.)”
Iris, also known as @owlgoing-, wrote, “I eat mangoes with my hands, and also use mangoes as targets to throw at my enemies B).”
Cami (@hamilchaos), who co-leads Hi-Fi this session, says, “I've only had mangoes twice :sob: but I cut them into little squares or something xD.”
Soki (@Rey_venclaw), leader of the first Bizarro Ficton, likes mango smoothies as said in this simple comment: “I like mango smoothies
”
Birdi, a host of this SWC session, says “I just cut them up and eat them :eyes:”
Brave co-leads the Mystery Express and says “I usually peel the skin off, before cutting the mango into cubes xD”
Gabbie, the wonderful leader of Dystopian Realm, says “I particularly like to eat my mangoes in half, and use a spoon to scoop out the fruit ^^”
Fantasy co-leader Moss said “I like cutting up mangoes and tomatoes and putting them on top of taco bowls or nachos
I also like carving ”FANTASY FTW“ into them ;D” I'm sorry to say that she misspoke and meant “DYSTOPIAN FTW.”
One of our co-hosts, Luna, has another interesting way of using mangoes, saying “i use my mangoes for emotional support after spongebob the musical <3”
Finally, Wari, leader of Script the Musical, says, “So, I make mangos into mango smoothies, which I serve at the Spicy Mango Sauce Quartet Sibling Hangout. If I have any extra mangos left over, I use them for chucking at Script's enemies! ^^.”
As we can gather, us SWC'ers have unique ways of using our mangoes. Throwing, catching, smashing, eating, and drinking. All great ways to consume and use this majestic fruit we value so much.
Mangoes: A Column for the Postscript Newspaper
by Raya
by Raya
Mangoes, mangoes, mangoes. SWC's food mascot, starter of conversations, ender of conversations, and the snack to satisfy us writers. Toss some into a salad, on top of some sticky rice, have it dried, or just eat it simple and alone. However you use this delicious, sticky fruit, it's valid.
A mango is a drupe, a type of food that has a skin, meat, and seed in the middle. They were first grown around 5,000 years ago in Asia. Besides for eating, they are now used in so many ways like for designs on fabric, mango wars, stress balls (watch out), and barricades. Mango art is gorgeous. Using a knife, artists have carved mangoes into hedgehogs, rose flowers, fish, and more.
Today I've conducted a survey on some of our fabulous SWC leaders. The question is, “How they eat or use your mango?” Let's take a look at how they answered.
Sawyer (@honeybreeze) wrote, “I use them to decorate my room! Unfortunately sometimes they get squishy and I have to throw them out, but their aroma fills my room when that happens and it smells so good all the time now! my family doesn't agree though so it's great for warding them off… (if you want an actual answer I usually eat dried mango.)”
Iris, also known as @owlgoing-, wrote, “I eat mangoes with my hands, and also use mangoes as targets to throw at my enemies B).”
Cami (@hamilchaos), who co-leads Hi-Fi this session, says, “I've only had mangoes twice :sob: but I cut them into little squares or something xD.”
Soki (@Rey_venclaw), leader of the first Bizarro Ficton, likes mango smoothies as said in this simple comment: “I like mango smoothies
”Birdi, a host of this SWC session, says “I just cut them up and eat them :eyes:”
Brave co-leads the Mystery Express and says “I usually peel the skin off, before cutting the mango into cubes xD”
Gabbie, the wonderful leader of Dystopian Realm, says “I particularly like to eat my mangoes in half, and use a spoon to scoop out the fruit ^^”
Fantasy co-leader Moss said “I like cutting up mangoes and tomatoes and putting them on top of taco bowls or nachos
I also like carving ”FANTASY FTW“ into them ;D” I'm sorry to say that she misspoke and meant “DYSTOPIAN FTW.”One of our co-hosts, Luna, has another interesting way of using mangoes, saying “i use my mangoes for emotional support after spongebob the musical <3”
Finally, Wari, leader of Script the Musical, says, “So, I make mangos into mango smoothies, which I serve at the Spicy Mango Sauce Quartet Sibling Hangout. If I have any extra mangos left over, I use them for chucking at Script's enemies! ^^.”
As we can gather, us SWC'ers have unique ways of using our mangoes. Throwing, catching, smashing, eating, and drinking. All great ways to consume and use this majestic fruit we value so much.
Last edited by lokiously (Nov. 29, 2022 14:42:18)
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Daily 3/11: 320 words
I scream, you scream, we all scream for… candlesticks? That's right, folks! Introducing the new trend that everyone loves: candlestick shakes! Perfect for any occasion, this new flavor has everyone jumping up and down. With the holiday season coming up, make sure to put this drink on the table. Guests have reviewed this as “to die for” and they are “head over heels” for this shake. So why such an interesting add in? Well, it is proven that wax is great for your health. Known for healing scratches, cuticles, and many small injuries you might get day to day. For that, we think there's no harm in putting it in your smoothie!
Here is the best way to put your candle in. Firstly, make sure your blender is very durable. This is essential because the wax can be thick depending on what form the wax is in. I recommend melting your candle before pouring it in the blender for two reasons. One, studies show the taste is smoother once it is blended; and two, your blender will not break easily.
What does candle mix well with? Regular milk, almond milk, and soy milk are all good options for the base of your smoothie. It loosens the outcome and results in a creamy texture. Mango is so far the most successful ingredient to add since it is sweet and stringy and blends well overall. Pineapples go nicely, as well as almonds, avocados, and bananas.
Really, this smoothie is a special delicacy and should be saved for those special occasions when you'd like to treat yourself. Bring them to a party, at one you're hosting, for a picnic in the warm weather, anywhere. I'm running out of ideas. Point is, try this yummy drink and become part of the trend!
Postscript. Please note that this is satire. It is entirely a joke and candle wax is indigestible and should not be eaten.
I scream, you scream, we all scream for… candlesticks? That's right, folks! Introducing the new trend that everyone loves: candlestick shakes! Perfect for any occasion, this new flavor has everyone jumping up and down. With the holiday season coming up, make sure to put this drink on the table. Guests have reviewed this as “to die for” and they are “head over heels” for this shake. So why such an interesting add in? Well, it is proven that wax is great for your health. Known for healing scratches, cuticles, and many small injuries you might get day to day. For that, we think there's no harm in putting it in your smoothie!
Here is the best way to put your candle in. Firstly, make sure your blender is very durable. This is essential because the wax can be thick depending on what form the wax is in. I recommend melting your candle before pouring it in the blender for two reasons. One, studies show the taste is smoother once it is blended; and two, your blender will not break easily.
What does candle mix well with? Regular milk, almond milk, and soy milk are all good options for the base of your smoothie. It loosens the outcome and results in a creamy texture. Mango is so far the most successful ingredient to add since it is sweet and stringy and blends well overall. Pineapples go nicely, as well as almonds, avocados, and bananas.
Really, this smoothie is a special delicacy and should be saved for those special occasions when you'd like to treat yourself. Bring them to a party, at one you're hosting, for a picnic in the warm weather, anywhere. I'm running out of ideas. Point is, try this yummy drink and become part of the trend!
Postscript. Please note that this is satire. It is entirely a joke and candle wax is indigestible and should not be eaten.
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Daily 4/11: 329 words
I went through a bunch of songs since they didn't want to translate very far from the original no matter how many languages I went through. I finally settled on this one.
I went through a bunch of songs since they didn't want to translate very far from the original no matter how many languages I went through. I finally settled on this one.
Translated lyrics:
So watch me bring the fire and set the night on fire
Shining through the city with a little funk and soul
So I'll light it up like dynamite
Bring a friend, join the crowd
who wants to love
word, password
Just move like us off the wall
Ticket or at night, the sky lights up
Danikalı make the dawn
Ladies and gentlemen, I received the medicine
Eyes on the ball, huh, you should keep yours
- Dynamite, BTS
Story:
Don't look at me, I wasn't the one who exploded the city. Not in a bad way, of course, but the governor didn't look too spiffed. All us party goers did was have fun and move along to the music. Yes, it was turned up loud. Very loud. But I was nowhere near the loudspeakers, so I couldn't have turned it up, could I? Not the problem, you say? What else could it be? Ah, the crowd. Yes, I was in the crowd. But I was only in the crowd because the crowd came to me. Okay, here's what happened. After spending the day shooting some hoops, I- what? No, not literally, I- it means basketball. I thought this was supposed to be an opening statement? As I was saying, I was playing basketball when the stage crawled up on me. Some guys decided the basketball court I just happened to be playing in suited for a stage nicely. Honestly, it wasn't a bad place with the bleachers already up and the court for center stage. Gotta give them something. We've got that cleared; I wasn't in charge of this.
However, that doesn't prove I'm innocent, I know. That's why I'm here, obviously. I'll answer some questions that, well, need to be answered. I did have the password. But I guessed it; it was pure luck. When the music started playing, I couldn't help but start vibing to it. I mean, I was already in the court so what could I do? Next thing I knew there were people streaming in and I was given the microphone. I stood there like a literal stick. But then someone put on the backing track to one of my favorite songs and I felt it. Started singing to it. Okay, rocking to it. That is what happened at the so-called ‘party’.
Now the million dollar question that got me here: who held the dynamite? My answer is simple. I plead the fifth.
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Daily/Prompt: In Victorian times, people sent messages to each other through secret code - aka flower arrangements! The flowers they used signified different things; for example, roses for love and friendship, crocuses for happiness, and marigolds for grief. Today's daily is all about writing using the Victorian Language of Flowers. Our brilliant Alba has compiled this beautiful list of flowers: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/741579314/. In 400 words, write a piece with 2-5 flowers on the list (and incorporate their meanings into your work) to earn 300 points! Extra 100 points for sharing, and a virtual daisy for stating your favourite flower in the comments for Starr's enjoyment.
Alba's lovely language of flowers forum: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/5420227/
Daily 6/11: wip words
The following letters are copied from the original letters passed from Severus S. Snape and Lily Evans Potter during the summer of 1971.
Dear Lily,
Alba's lovely language of flowers forum: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/5420227/
Daily 6/11: wip words
The following letters are copied from the original letters passed from Severus S. Snape and Lily Evans Potter during the summer of 1971.
Dear Lily,
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Daily 11/11: wip words
Future self,
This is a time capsule from a Friday in November (11/11/2022). I'll “update” you on the latest news and happenings. I'll also tell you some goals I had at the time of writing this as well as a mental check <33
Now, what has changed? I'm in the U.S. Are you still here? Have you moved from 71? How old are you?
Who are your friends? Do you still hang out with the wondrous Willow often? Do you still play guitar under trees with her? What instruments do you play? Do you remember some of your famous repertoire?
Have you overcome your obsessions? For kicks, what makes you blush? Do you write your own fanfiction every once in a while? What movies have you been watching? Any series? What about books? Have you finished the
What's on your playlist? I like rainy edits. Olivia Rodrigo, Billie Eyelash, Taylor Swift, the trends. Coldplay, Imagine Dragons, the Lumineers, OneRepublic, the nostalgia. Do you still watch or listen to edits? Here's a few YouTubers you listen to: joonpiter, celestial, MALINDA.
Mental check time. Close your eyes. Breathe. Block out the unnecessary noise that is going on around you. Put some earbuds on and play some relaxing sounds or blast music - whichever you're feeling like.
Love you *huggos* <333333333
Your 14-year-old teenager self,
- Raya
Future self,
This is a time capsule from a Friday in November (11/11/2022). I'll “update” you on the latest news and happenings. I'll also tell you some goals I had at the time of writing this as well as a mental check <33
Now, what has changed? I'm in the U.S. Are you still here? Have you moved from 71? How old are you?
Who are your friends? Do you still hang out with the wondrous Willow often? Do you still play guitar under trees with her? What instruments do you play? Do you remember some of your famous repertoire?
Have you overcome your obsessions? For kicks, what makes you blush? Do you write your own fanfiction every once in a while? What movies have you been watching? Any series? What about books? Have you finished the
What's on your playlist? I like rainy edits. Olivia Rodrigo, Billie Eyelash, Taylor Swift, the trends. Coldplay, Imagine Dragons, the Lumineers, OneRepublic, the nostalgia. Do you still watch or listen to edits? Here's a few YouTubers you listen to: joonpiter, celestial, MALINDA.
Mental check time. Close your eyes. Breathe. Block out the unnecessary noise that is going on around you. Put some earbuds on and play some relaxing sounds or blast music - whichever you're feeling like.
Love you *huggos* <333333333
Your 14-year-old teenager self,
- Raya
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UNFINISHED random writing for cabin wars that might go into the weekly
105 words
A poem slash rant, by Raya
eyes
those beautiful half slanted
eyes
you stare back a
in the mirror
when you put eyeliner on.
you see the world with those
eyes.
coming home
after being gestured to by someone who pulled down their own
eye.
someone you don't know
who thought it amusing
to them
that you were
asian.
you kept silent.
you walked home,
hurt.
because you are asian
the stranger make that gesture
because you are asian
do you hear the
'ching chong chang'
pounding in your
ears
because you are asian
you walk out of your hermit house
hoping
but also
because you are asian
you love yourself
105 words
A poem slash rant, by Raya
eyes
those beautiful half slanted
eyes
you stare back a
in the mirror
when you put eyeliner on.
you see the world with those
eyes.
coming home
after being gestured to by someone who pulled down their own
eye.
someone you don't know
who thought it amusing
to them
that you were
asian.
you kept silent.
you walked home,
hurt.
because you are asian
the stranger make that gesture
because you are asian
do you hear the
'ching chong chang'
pounding in your
ears
because you are asian
you walk out of your hermit house
hoping
but also
because you are asian
you love yourself
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song for the weekly:
note: I've literally only written about three songs before so I don't expect this to turn out very well <3
requirements:
title must be a flower, victorian meaning must be the song's theme
2+ verses
2+ chorus
a bridge
250+ words
(title)
Juniper (meaning: I confide in you)
(intro)
(verse 1)
My-y friend, my
(pre-chorus)
(chorus)
So if you find yourself in some jigsaw
A plan with an unplanned big flaw
I want you to know that I love you so
So much that I'll give you my life
(verse 2)
(pre-chorus)
(chorus)
So if you find yourself in some jigsaw
A plan with an unplanned big flaw
I want you to know that I love you so
So much that I'll give you my life
(bridge)
(chorus)
So if you find yourself in some jigsaw
A plan with an unplanned big flaw
I want you to know that I love you so
So much that I'll give you my life
(outro)
I want you to know that I love you so
So much that I'll give you my life
note: I've literally only written about three songs before so I don't expect this to turn out very well <3
requirements:
title must be a flower, victorian meaning must be the song's theme
2+ verses
2+ chorus
a bridge
250+ words
(title)
Juniper (meaning: I confide in you)
(intro)
(verse 1)
My-y friend, my
(pre-chorus)
(chorus)
So if you find yourself in some jigsaw
A plan with an unplanned big flaw
I want you to know that I love you so
So much that I'll give you my life
(verse 2)
(pre-chorus)
(chorus)
So if you find yourself in some jigsaw
A plan with an unplanned big flaw
I want you to know that I love you so
So much that I'll give you my life
(bridge)
(chorus)
So if you find yourself in some jigsaw
A plan with an unplanned big flaw
I want you to know that I love you so
So much that I'll give you my life
(outro)
I want you to know that I love you so
So much that I'll give you my life
Last edited by lokiously (Nov. 15, 2022 18:48:16)
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Daily 11/16: 201 words
my cheeks when i blush
flush pink
warm to the touch
hush
don't blink
your eyes red when i cry
like they have been
bled while
laying in bed
when i fled
but that doesn't happen anymore.
midnight black
white in dreamland
or nothingness
and it is grey.
maybe you travel into a world
where things are all blue
the trees, clouds, blend into
you.
or purple
like amethyst.
you calm
releasing any qualms
tickling your palm,
quietly.
perhaps green
is the queen
in your keen mind.
you paint the scene
so you can unwind.
yellow, yellow
a mellow fellow.
that's all i have to bellow.
orange
i cannot rhyme with you
could a hinge figure you out?
or a keyhole would do?
salmon
the animal
or the color, take it
it leaps out into bears
or from bare paper if you
make it.
violet.
a violent twilit space.
your room.
or so you wish.
turquoise is dashing
its bright shades flashing and
snatching your eye
while you're passing.
mauve.
part purple
part pink
a sample in a circle
making me think
maybe olive's my color
or a lilac-
mayhap plum.
something muted.
i'm on track. it's all
yet to come.
by raya <3
my cheeks when i blush
flush pink
warm to the touch
hush
don't blink
your eyes red when i cry
like they have been
bled while
laying in bed
when i fled
but that doesn't happen anymore.
midnight black
white in dreamland
or nothingness
and it is grey.
maybe you travel into a world
where things are all blue
the trees, clouds, blend into
you.
or purple
like amethyst.
you calm
releasing any qualms
tickling your palm,
quietly.
perhaps green
is the queen
in your keen mind.
you paint the scene
so you can unwind.
yellow, yellow
a mellow fellow.
that's all i have to bellow.
orange
i cannot rhyme with you
could a hinge figure you out?
or a keyhole would do?
salmon
the animal
or the color, take it
it leaps out into bears
or from bare paper if you
make it.
violet.
a violent twilit space.
your room.
or so you wish.
turquoise is dashing
its bright shades flashing and
snatching your eye
while you're passing.
mauve.
part purple
part pink
a sample in a circle
making me think
maybe olive's my color
or a lilac-
mayhap plum.
something muted.
i'm on track. it's all
yet to come.
by raya <3
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something I wrote a long time ago that I might enter in the writing competition. It's a short lil fanfic.
692 words.
“Alright,” Namaari started. “I've got a report due on Monday…another deadline tomorrow…one today…oh! I forgot- there's a description due this week!” she exclaimed, quickly picking up her pen.
“You know I can help you with that,” said Raya, looking over Namaari's shoulder.
“I'm good,” replied Namaari. Raya sighed. She always says that, Raya thinks.
“You know what?” Raya asked unnecessarily.
“Mmm?” Namaari responded, pen twirling in her fingers.
“I'm helping you this time,” Raya said. Namaari just raised her eyebrows and went back to writing. “Er,” Raya started, realizing she didn't know what Namaari actually did at her job. “Do you need anything? Water?” she asked.
“I'm good,” Namaari replied.
“Food?” Raya asked.
“Nope,” Namaari said, laughing.
“Uh- you need some ink?” Raya asked.
“You well know this pen is filled, Raya,” replied Namaari. Raya exhaled. She didn't think it'd be this hard. Suddenly, she got up. “Just a moment,” Raya said, running away towards the throne room.
“Where are you-” Namaari started. But Raya was already too far away. “Eh, nevermind.” Moments later Raya came back and sat down quickly. “Where have you been?” asked Namaari.
“No place,” replied Raya. Namaari returned to her work. Raya just sat there, every so often glancing up at the desk. Soon, someone called. “Na-maar-i,” the voice called. Namaari scribbled down some last words on her paper then got up.
“Just a sec,” Namaari said to Raya.
“Okay, ” she replied. Namaari walked to the throne room. Swiftly, Raya walked over to Namaari's desk. She glimpsed at the papers laying there, spotting the lined paper marked, “Work”.
“Deadline…” Raya muttered to herself. “Deadline…deadline…another deadline…toi. Here we go. ‘Music, cats, silence,’” she read off the list, “…and Raya,” she paused and put the list down. “Alright,” she said, and ran off. She soon came back, her arms scratched and holding two baby serlots. Raya quickly put them down on a cushion,“Ugh. You two behave yourselves,” she said, pointing a finger at them. Music, music, music… she thought. Raya sat there, absentmindedly stroking the serlots laying next to her.
“Aha!” she exclaimed, running away again. When Raya came back, there was a far away sound of a pan flute, lute, and drums. She stood next to the desk and looked through Namaari's documents again.
“Looks like she's got everything,” she decided. Raya absorbed herself in reading the boring papers. There, she created the perfect working space. A steady beat tapping in the distance, a treasured animal close by, and a favorite person near, everything perfect-
“What are you doing?” a voice asked. Raya looked up, startled. Standing there was Namaari, hands on her hips.
“Uhh, hi,” Raya replied.“I got some things for you.”
“Raya!” Namaari groaned. “You've got my papers messed up!”
Raya hastily tried adjusting the large quantity of forms, deeds, and others in flimsy piles. “I'm sorry, I-” she started.
“Raya,” Namaari started sternly. “This is not for playing around.” The Princess of Heart stared at the floor. “I need these - they're important!” Namaari said, stacking the documents into separate piles, neatly placing them in different areas of her desk.
“I brought a couple, um,” Raya began. She pointed to the cats on the floor. Namaari's gaze softened.
“That's really nice, Raya. But,” Namaari started, “But, please don't shuffle these around anymore.” Her voice lowered, “Thanks,” she added. “But, what's that music playing in the background?”
“Oh, er, I did that. It's the band - the soldier band,” Raya said, casting Namaari a questioning look.
“Huh, uh, that's good. Can you tell 'em to play the march though?” she suggested. Raya chuckled.
“The, uh, march? You mean the one for drills?” Raya asked, hoping for a negative answer.
“Er, yeah,” replied the Fang Princess. “Why?”
“Oh, I just thought- you know? Nevermind,” Raya said. And she ran off. Namaari sunk down into her chair and called one of the serlots, who trotted over to her. She caressed the pet in her arms, listening to the change of song in the background. “All we need is Raya, now, huh?” she said to her cat, who purred in response. Namaari laughed - and for once, paused her work.
692 words.
“Alright,” Namaari started. “I've got a report due on Monday…another deadline tomorrow…one today…oh! I forgot- there's a description due this week!” she exclaimed, quickly picking up her pen.
“You know I can help you with that,” said Raya, looking over Namaari's shoulder.
“I'm good,” replied Namaari. Raya sighed. She always says that, Raya thinks.
“You know what?” Raya asked unnecessarily.
“Mmm?” Namaari responded, pen twirling in her fingers.
“I'm helping you this time,” Raya said. Namaari just raised her eyebrows and went back to writing. “Er,” Raya started, realizing she didn't know what Namaari actually did at her job. “Do you need anything? Water?” she asked.
“I'm good,” Namaari replied.
“Food?” Raya asked.
“Nope,” Namaari said, laughing.
“Uh- you need some ink?” Raya asked.
“You well know this pen is filled, Raya,” replied Namaari. Raya exhaled. She didn't think it'd be this hard. Suddenly, she got up. “Just a moment,” Raya said, running away towards the throne room.
“Where are you-” Namaari started. But Raya was already too far away. “Eh, nevermind.” Moments later Raya came back and sat down quickly. “Where have you been?” asked Namaari.
“No place,” replied Raya. Namaari returned to her work. Raya just sat there, every so often glancing up at the desk. Soon, someone called. “Na-maar-i,” the voice called. Namaari scribbled down some last words on her paper then got up.
“Just a sec,” Namaari said to Raya.
“Okay, ” she replied. Namaari walked to the throne room. Swiftly, Raya walked over to Namaari's desk. She glimpsed at the papers laying there, spotting the lined paper marked, “Work”.
“Deadline…” Raya muttered to herself. “Deadline…deadline…another deadline…toi. Here we go. ‘Music, cats, silence,’” she read off the list, “…and Raya,” she paused and put the list down. “Alright,” she said, and ran off. She soon came back, her arms scratched and holding two baby serlots. Raya quickly put them down on a cushion,“Ugh. You two behave yourselves,” she said, pointing a finger at them. Music, music, music… she thought. Raya sat there, absentmindedly stroking the serlots laying next to her.
“Aha!” she exclaimed, running away again. When Raya came back, there was a far away sound of a pan flute, lute, and drums. She stood next to the desk and looked through Namaari's documents again.
“Looks like she's got everything,” she decided. Raya absorbed herself in reading the boring papers. There, she created the perfect working space. A steady beat tapping in the distance, a treasured animal close by, and a favorite person near, everything perfect-
“What are you doing?” a voice asked. Raya looked up, startled. Standing there was Namaari, hands on her hips.
“Uhh, hi,” Raya replied.“I got some things for you.”
“Raya!” Namaari groaned. “You've got my papers messed up!”
Raya hastily tried adjusting the large quantity of forms, deeds, and others in flimsy piles. “I'm sorry, I-” she started.
“Raya,” Namaari started sternly. “This is not for playing around.” The Princess of Heart stared at the floor. “I need these - they're important!” Namaari said, stacking the documents into separate piles, neatly placing them in different areas of her desk.
“I brought a couple, um,” Raya began. She pointed to the cats on the floor. Namaari's gaze softened.
“That's really nice, Raya. But,” Namaari started, “But, please don't shuffle these around anymore.” Her voice lowered, “Thanks,” she added. “But, what's that music playing in the background?”
“Oh, er, I did that. It's the band - the soldier band,” Raya said, casting Namaari a questioning look.
“Huh, uh, that's good. Can you tell 'em to play the march though?” she suggested. Raya chuckled.
“The, uh, march? You mean the one for drills?” Raya asked, hoping for a negative answer.
“Er, yeah,” replied the Fang Princess. “Why?”
“Oh, I just thought- you know? Nevermind,” Raya said. And she ran off. Namaari sunk down into her chair and called one of the serlots, who trotted over to her. She caressed the pet in her arms, listening to the change of song in the background. “All we need is Raya, now, huh?” she said to her cat, who purred in response. Namaari laughed - and for once, paused her work.
Last edited by lokiously (Nov. 20, 2022 15:42:52)
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EDITED VERSION
803 words.
“Alright,” Namaari started. “I've got a report due on Monday…another deadline tomorrow…one today…oh! I forgot- there's a description due this week!” she exclaimed, quickly picking up her pen.
“You know I can help you with that,” said Raya, looking over Namaari's shoulder.
“I'm good,” replied Namaari. Raya sighed. She always says that, Raya thinks.
The princesses were in the land of Fang. Its tan color theme sweeping about boardwalks, buildings, and towers. The people of Fang were natural creators, making their island from scratch. Geometric shapes in their architectural creations made their structures slightly harsh. Gold tones made the mood lighten and suggest royalty. And so Raya, Princess of Heart, and Namaari, Princess of Fang, lounged in a courtyard behind the palace. Like other spaces in Fang, the courtyard had symmetric details made with flowers along the gates and a bright hues reflecting the sun's light.
“You know what?” Raya asked unnecessarily.
“Mmm?” Namaari responded, pen twirling in her fingers.
“I'm helping you this time,” Raya said. Namaari just raised her eyebrows and went back to writing. “Er,” Raya started, realizing she didn't know what Namaari actually did at her job. “Do you need anything? Water?” she asked.
“I'm good,” Namaari replied.
“Food?” Raya asked.
“Nope,” Namaari said, laughing.
“Uh- you need some ink?” Raya asked.
“You well know this pen is filled, Raya,” replied Namaari. Raya exhaled. She didn't think it'd be this hard. Suddenly, she got up. “Just a moment,” Raya said, running away towards the throne room.
“Where are you-” Namaari started. But Raya was already too far away. “Eh, nevermind.” Namaari went back to her work, at some places glancing up to watch the dragons gliding around in the air. Moments later Raya came back and sat down quickly.
“Where have you been?” asked Namaari.
“No place,” replied Raya. Namaari returned to her work. Raya just sat there, every so often glancing up at the desk. Soon, someone called. “Na-maar-i,” the voice called. Namaari scribbled down some last words on her paper then got up.
“Just a sec,” Namaari said to Raya.
“Okay, ” she replied. Namaari walked to the throne room. Swiftly, Raya walked over to Namaari's desk. She glimpsed at the papers laying there, spotting the lined paper marked, “Work”.
“Deadline…” Raya muttered to herself. “Deadline…deadline…another deadline…toi. Here we go. ‘Music, cats, silence,’” she read off the list, “…and Raya,” she paused and put the list down. “Alright,” she said, and ran off. She soon came back, her arms scratched and holding two baby serlots. Raya quickly put them down on a cushion,“Ugh. You two behave yourselves,” she said, pointing a finger at them. Music, music, music… she thought. Raya sat there, absentmindedly stroking the serlots laying next to her.
“Aha!” she exclaimed, running away again. When Raya came back, there was a far away sound of a pan flute, lute, and drums. She stood next to the desk and looked through Namaari's documents again.
“Looks like she's got everything,” she decided. Raya absorbed herself in reading the boring papers. There, she created the perfect working space. A steady beat tapping in the distance, a treasured animal close by, and a favorite person near, everything perfect-
“What are you doing?” a voice asked. Raya looked up, startled. Standing there was Namaari, hands on her hips.
“Uhh, hi,” Raya replied.“I got some things for you.”
“Raya!” Namaari groaned. “You've got my papers messed up!”
Raya hastily tried adjusting the large quantity of forms, deeds, and others in flimsy piles. “I'm sorry, I-” she started.
“Raya,” Namaari started sternly. “This is not for playing around.” The Princess of Heart stared at the floor. “I need these - they're important!” Namaari said, stacking the documents into separate piles, neatly placing them in different areas of her desk.
“I brought a couple, um,” Raya began. She pointed to the cats on the floor. Namaari's gaze softened.
“That's really nice, Raya. But,” Namaari started, “But, please don't shuffle these around anymore.” Her voice lowered, “Thanks,” she added. “But, what's that music playing in the background?”
“Oh, er, I did that. It's the band - the soldier band,” Raya said, casting Namaari a questioning look.
“Huh, uh, that's good. Can you tell 'em to play the march though?” she suggested. Raya chuckled.
“The, uh, march? You mean the one for drills?” Raya asked, hoping for a negative answer.
“Er, yeah,” replied the Fang Princess. “Why?”
“Oh, I just thought- you know? Nevermind,” Raya said. And she ran off. Namaari sunk down into her chair and called one of the serlots, who trotted over to her. She caressed the pet in her arms, listening to the change of song in the background. “All we need is Raya, now, huh?” she said to her cat, who purred in response. Namaari laughed - and for once, paused her work.
803 words.
“Alright,” Namaari started. “I've got a report due on Monday…another deadline tomorrow…one today…oh! I forgot- there's a description due this week!” she exclaimed, quickly picking up her pen.
“You know I can help you with that,” said Raya, looking over Namaari's shoulder.
“I'm good,” replied Namaari. Raya sighed. She always says that, Raya thinks.
The princesses were in the land of Fang. Its tan color theme sweeping about boardwalks, buildings, and towers. The people of Fang were natural creators, making their island from scratch. Geometric shapes in their architectural creations made their structures slightly harsh. Gold tones made the mood lighten and suggest royalty. And so Raya, Princess of Heart, and Namaari, Princess of Fang, lounged in a courtyard behind the palace. Like other spaces in Fang, the courtyard had symmetric details made with flowers along the gates and a bright hues reflecting the sun's light.
“You know what?” Raya asked unnecessarily.
“Mmm?” Namaari responded, pen twirling in her fingers.
“I'm helping you this time,” Raya said. Namaari just raised her eyebrows and went back to writing. “Er,” Raya started, realizing she didn't know what Namaari actually did at her job. “Do you need anything? Water?” she asked.
“I'm good,” Namaari replied.
“Food?” Raya asked.
“Nope,” Namaari said, laughing.
“Uh- you need some ink?” Raya asked.
“You well know this pen is filled, Raya,” replied Namaari. Raya exhaled. She didn't think it'd be this hard. Suddenly, she got up. “Just a moment,” Raya said, running away towards the throne room.
“Where are you-” Namaari started. But Raya was already too far away. “Eh, nevermind.” Namaari went back to her work, at some places glancing up to watch the dragons gliding around in the air. Moments later Raya came back and sat down quickly.
“Where have you been?” asked Namaari.
“No place,” replied Raya. Namaari returned to her work. Raya just sat there, every so often glancing up at the desk. Soon, someone called. “Na-maar-i,” the voice called. Namaari scribbled down some last words on her paper then got up.
“Just a sec,” Namaari said to Raya.
“Okay, ” she replied. Namaari walked to the throne room. Swiftly, Raya walked over to Namaari's desk. She glimpsed at the papers laying there, spotting the lined paper marked, “Work”.
“Deadline…” Raya muttered to herself. “Deadline…deadline…another deadline…toi. Here we go. ‘Music, cats, silence,’” she read off the list, “…and Raya,” she paused and put the list down. “Alright,” she said, and ran off. She soon came back, her arms scratched and holding two baby serlots. Raya quickly put them down on a cushion,“Ugh. You two behave yourselves,” she said, pointing a finger at them. Music, music, music… she thought. Raya sat there, absentmindedly stroking the serlots laying next to her.
“Aha!” she exclaimed, running away again. When Raya came back, there was a far away sound of a pan flute, lute, and drums. She stood next to the desk and looked through Namaari's documents again.
“Looks like she's got everything,” she decided. Raya absorbed herself in reading the boring papers. There, she created the perfect working space. A steady beat tapping in the distance, a treasured animal close by, and a favorite person near, everything perfect-
“What are you doing?” a voice asked. Raya looked up, startled. Standing there was Namaari, hands on her hips.
“Uhh, hi,” Raya replied.“I got some things for you.”
“Raya!” Namaari groaned. “You've got my papers messed up!”
Raya hastily tried adjusting the large quantity of forms, deeds, and others in flimsy piles. “I'm sorry, I-” she started.
“Raya,” Namaari started sternly. “This is not for playing around.” The Princess of Heart stared at the floor. “I need these - they're important!” Namaari said, stacking the documents into separate piles, neatly placing them in different areas of her desk.
“I brought a couple, um,” Raya began. She pointed to the cats on the floor. Namaari's gaze softened.
“That's really nice, Raya. But,” Namaari started, “But, please don't shuffle these around anymore.” Her voice lowered, “Thanks,” she added. “But, what's that music playing in the background?”
“Oh, er, I did that. It's the band - the soldier band,” Raya said, casting Namaari a questioning look.
“Huh, uh, that's good. Can you tell 'em to play the march though?” she suggested. Raya chuckled.
“The, uh, march? You mean the one for drills?” Raya asked, hoping for a negative answer.
“Er, yeah,” replied the Fang Princess. “Why?”
“Oh, I just thought- you know? Nevermind,” Raya said. And she ran off. Namaari sunk down into her chair and called one of the serlots, who trotted over to her. She caressed the pet in her arms, listening to the change of song in the background. “All we need is Raya, now, huh?” she said to her cat, who purred in response. Namaari laughed - and for once, paused her work.
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Critique for the awesome @opheliio
I'm intrigued. I sense a possible non-physical connection between the two characters. My first impression was this was a secret garden kind of tone mixed with a snow queen, or sleeping beauty, or hansel and gretel witch. Dahlia has a great introduction, and she leaves me yearning for more at the end. The presence of flowers and their roles really weave the story together. I'm pretty sure that was what you were going for. Dahlia's backstory falls into place nicely as I read. She seems like an older - but not too old - witch with a history of travels and a little bit of romance. She could be a widow finally settled down in a little cottage in a private place after roaming the world. I really like this character and I like how you built her up step by step. My only suggest for Dahlia would be to perhaps give a small decription dedicated to her physical appearance.
However, I'm having trouble with Blaise. Putting aside what she does for a living, who is /she/? What is her personality? I know she is somehow part of an under-the-radar group seeking information. I take she's a holmes type of person. This chapter (if I can call it that ^^) isn't the most satisfying for Blaise. Her death(?) doesn't have an impact on me since I don't really know who she is.
Setting. Like I said before, I can grasp where this takes place mostly. But, where on a broader description (country size broader) is this? I detect a romantic kind of vibe, plus the last words of Blaise in Spanish, making me think a Spanish country? Or maybe she's a tourist, or an explorer, traveling to France on a mission. Or are they in a fictional world? Describing that is an add-on, but doesn't deem necessary here.
Otherwise, you're onto something. I love this story and am ready for more. Encore!
319 words
for critiquitaire 11.20.2022
Nestled between the river deep and the mountain high lay a cozy stone cottage. It seemed straight from the pages of a fairy tale, covered in ivy and shrouded by beautiful birch trees all around. Out the kitchen door was a grand garden, full of life and lovely plants, buzzing with bees and butterflies. Joy radiated from the space, and a profound love for the world and all that it could offer.
Joy and love given by none other than the cottage’s witch.
Dahlia had no greater pleasure than her garden. She took great pride in cultivating its variety and beauty and tended to it all year round, rain or shine, snow or wind. And, in return for her care and compassion, the garden told her what she wanted to know.
From long-forgotten libraries to misty moors and manors, the world’s hidden secrets always tempt a certain few. Together, they formed an organization, a society for those curious enough to ask the questions without answers and dare to dig them up. Many years had passed since that first group gathered, but still their legacy lived on in the quests of travelers. Always faced by danger but never backing down, these proud travelers sought and saw and returned, every time.
Thus, danger was no stranger to the best traveler of her generation, the scholar errant.
But Blaise had never faced anything quite like this. The puzzles had been simple enough, the traps easy to evade, in the beginning. Now, it was changing. This place knew her. Knew her weaknesses and could exploit them. In a way, it reminded her of home, a twisted, broken version of her home. And she wasn’t sure she could make it out, not from this far in.
Enchanted as seeds and nurtured fondly for all their lives, Dahlia’s flowers divulged her in many tales, in tidbits she’d otherwise never know. Most prized among them were the woven matches of dahlia and nightshade. One bloom for her, the other for her beloved.
In times like this, with the scholar off on a quest and the witch here at home, the two would grow apart. All around, forget-me-nots blossomed, each small floret a reminder of love shared across the widest of distances. Warnings came alongside the little blue flowers, the pale pink of oleander accompanied by violet hyacinth for carelessness or dark hellebore for madness.
No warnings had yet appeared among the lovely usual blooms, not when Dahlia last looked out across the yard.
Lost, trapped, hopeless, Blaise knew she was all three. If only she had time, but her lantern would certainly burn out soon. If only she had wax, perhaps a spell could save her from this place. If only she had thought instead of blinding lunging at this chance.
Tears clouded her vision, morbid realization dawning. She reached for the one thing she always carried, the one reminder of her truest love. A bouquet, picked carefully from the cottage garden. One shaky breath in, one shaky breath out, flowers pressed close to her chest.
“Te amo, mi flor,” came her shaky whisper, last words with eyes shut tight.
Across the world, a flurry of growth, a bright burst of orange and yellow. Marigolds choked the garden.
Dahlia screamed.
One blossom fell into her hands. A lone white snowdrop. The promise of hope. The promise that the story isn’t over. Dahlia held it tight, the promise never to let go.
I'm intrigued. I sense a possible non-physical connection between the two characters. My first impression was this was a secret garden kind of tone mixed with a snow queen, or sleeping beauty, or hansel and gretel witch. Dahlia has a great introduction, and she leaves me yearning for more at the end. The presence of flowers and their roles really weave the story together. I'm pretty sure that was what you were going for. Dahlia's backstory falls into place nicely as I read. She seems like an older - but not too old - witch with a history of travels and a little bit of romance. She could be a widow finally settled down in a little cottage in a private place after roaming the world. I really like this character and I like how you built her up step by step. My only suggest for Dahlia would be to perhaps give a small decription dedicated to her physical appearance.
However, I'm having trouble with Blaise. Putting aside what she does for a living, who is /she/? What is her personality? I know she is somehow part of an under-the-radar group seeking information. I take she's a holmes type of person. This chapter (if I can call it that ^^) isn't the most satisfying for Blaise. Her death(?) doesn't have an impact on me since I don't really know who she is.
Setting. Like I said before, I can grasp where this takes place mostly. But, where on a broader description (country size broader) is this? I detect a romantic kind of vibe, plus the last words of Blaise in Spanish, making me think a Spanish country? Or maybe she's a tourist, or an explorer, traveling to France on a mission. Or are they in a fictional world? Describing that is an add-on, but doesn't deem necessary here.
Otherwise, you're onto something. I love this story and am ready for more. Encore!
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Bugs In a Jar, a Poem
This is inspired by a line from a book that literally said ‘bugs in a jar’. Something told me it might make a good poem title and so this is what I wrote. This is a ten stanza poem with an AABB rhyme structure. After reading the poem, take the first letter of each stanza and see what it beholds….
Bittersweet summers, bottomless jars
Carrying insects underneath stars-
Shining bright in vast pitch black skies
Fireflies rise to harmonize lights.
Undoing the lid to the jar holding bugs
Setting them free after being down on their luck,
Watching each fly or crawl separate ways
Hoping they'll make most of their remaining days.
Geography, they know not, only their instinct's ways
For butterflies journey for life-long travels; praise-
To them, the ones who sacrifice their lives
For the next generation to fly one more time.
Straightforward, is seems, to live the life of a bug
They're so tiny, insignificant, surely they don't have much load to lug?
“Mm,” they may politely say, “we suggest otherwise.”
“For our burden is equal to yours, like size.”
In mounds made of sand, in plants, and in trees,
Termites nest and breed in these
Colonies run on handfuls of workers, soldiers
And the queen, of course, keeping all in perfect order.
Nevertheless, there are some lazy insects
Like ants - who work, fairly you'd expect
But some workers just lay there, take a rest in the shade
Sometimes being substituted. There's progress to be made.
Assassin bugs, bullet ants, wolf spiders, more,
Might just cause you to jump back in horror.
They're grim, deadly, dangerous devils,
But won't do you harm if you stay away - to a level.
Jack 'o lanterns from last fall barely outdo the rest
Of the luminescent insects that make them kneel and jest.
Their natural glow outclasses human make; they drown.
Overshadowing their bulbs forced below the ground.
Above the trees part of the rainforest canopy
Live insects that to believe you must see.
Praying mantis, nymphs, and striking dragonflies
Camouflaged so well you might just pass them by.
Returning to your summer with your hands held clasping your vessel,
Holding your bugs who are ever so special.
You lay under the sky, the sky full of stars
Hugging them snug, your bugs in a jar.
by Raya <3
isn't it a great poem? /jk /jk
This is inspired by a line from a book that literally said ‘bugs in a jar’. Something told me it might make a good poem title and so this is what I wrote. This is a ten stanza poem with an AABB rhyme structure. After reading the poem, take the first letter of each stanza and see what it beholds….
Bittersweet summers, bottomless jars
Carrying insects underneath stars-
Shining bright in vast pitch black skies
Fireflies rise to harmonize lights.
Undoing the lid to the jar holding bugs
Setting them free after being down on their luck,
Watching each fly or crawl separate ways
Hoping they'll make most of their remaining days.
Geography, they know not, only their instinct's ways
For butterflies journey for life-long travels; praise-
To them, the ones who sacrifice their lives
For the next generation to fly one more time.
Straightforward, is seems, to live the life of a bug
They're so tiny, insignificant, surely they don't have much load to lug?
“Mm,” they may politely say, “we suggest otherwise.”
“For our burden is equal to yours, like size.”
In mounds made of sand, in plants, and in trees,
Termites nest and breed in these
Colonies run on handfuls of workers, soldiers
And the queen, of course, keeping all in perfect order.
Nevertheless, there are some lazy insects
Like ants - who work, fairly you'd expect
But some workers just lay there, take a rest in the shade
Sometimes being substituted. There's progress to be made.
Assassin bugs, bullet ants, wolf spiders, more,
Might just cause you to jump back in horror.
They're grim, deadly, dangerous devils,
But won't do you harm if you stay away - to a level.
Jack 'o lanterns from last fall barely outdo the rest
Of the luminescent insects that make them kneel and jest.
Their natural glow outclasses human make; they drown.
Overshadowing their bulbs forced below the ground.
Above the trees part of the rainforest canopy
Live insects that to believe you must see.
Praying mantis, nymphs, and striking dragonflies
Camouflaged so well you might just pass them by.
Returning to your summer with your hands held clasping your vessel,
Holding your bugs who are ever so special.
You lay under the sky, the sky full of stars
Hugging them snug, your bugs in a jar.
by Raya <3
isn't it a great poem? /jk /jk
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Also- the characters. I know they are the leaders and they all have their own natures to themselves. But here they seem flat, and don't seem to have very in-depth personalities. Again, maybe that was intentional. But readers may want a little more of their identities shown throughout this script.
Otherwise, I like this lighthearted story. Good luck!
310 words
Welcome to The SWC Show!
Featuring: Birdi! Robin! Luna! Sun! Alba! Zai and Starr!
*audience appluase*
*lights fade on stage revealing the characters*
(Be more specific about which characters. Only Sun and Luna seem to be in this room, and if the reader reads “lights fade on stage revealing the characters” and then “Birdi rushes into the room through the door” later on, it might look confusing.)
Sun: Luna! Are you watching The Owl House on the television again while we're all doing chores?
Luna: *slowly switches off the television* No…
*audience: background laughter*
Luna: *coughs* I'm just… checking the lounge for dust!
Sun: *shakes head* Well-
*Birdi rushes into the room through the door*
(Smiling? Confused? Livid? How does she rush through the door?)
*audience: appluase and cheering greets her*
(*applause)
Birdi: What's going on here? Robin, how's the Main Cabin setting up going? I'm checking in to see if all the cabins are ready for campers tomorrow.
*Robin sticks her head around the corner*
(*le gasp* there's no audience applause for Robin?!)
Robin: Campers are tomorrow?!
*distantly* Starr: What?!
*loudly* Robin: Campers are tomorrow!
Birdi: Yes, they are, so I'm looking forward to seeing the Main Cabin finished cabin by tomorrow! Good luck guys.
*smiles and exits the room*
Alba: *frantically pacing*
(Whoa, how did Alba get here? Was she already in the room?)
Luna: *moans* Could this get any worse?
Alba: *stops abruptly* *hissing* Don't say that!
Luna: *rolls eyes* Why? It's not like we're in a TV show.
Starr: *peeks around the corner and stares suspiciously at the 4th wall*
*audience: laughter*
Alba: Trust me, whenever anyone, fictional or not, says that, something worse is bound to happe-
*Zai bursts through the door and shakes Luna by the shoulders*
(I'm curious as to how Luna reacted to the shaking.)
*audience: laughter and applause*
Zai: *panic stricken* Luna! My- my-
*pauses and looks around the stage*
Zai: Oh, you guys still have some setting up to do-
Starr: *walks into the room with Robin* *dryly* We know…
Robin: *wisely* It's a journey.
Zai: *hesitates* Oh yeah! Luna, you've got to help, my lasagna has been kidnapped!
Luna: *raises an eyebrow* Your… lasagna? What happened?
Zai: *thinking* Well, you see, I had left my freshly cooked lasagna at home when Finn came in and told me that campers were tomorrow. I was fine at first, until I remembered that I hadn't set my cabin up! *stricken face* So I rushed out the door-
Luna: Zai, you're not leading a cabin-
Zai: *waves her interruption away* Yes, I know that now, but when I came back after my initial panic attack, my lasagna- *sobs* it was gone!
*audience: gasps*
Zai: *faces the 4th Wall* *sobbing* I know!
*falls onto his knees in distress*
(Previously you had said “4th wall”, and now you're capitalizing “Wall”. Be consistent :D")
Alba: *starts hyperventilating and playing her ukulele
Sun: Alba, could you kindly stop that-
(I love that-)
Alba: What, playing calms me when I'm stressed!
Robin: *shakes head* Is he okay?
Luna: I- I think he'll be fine. But the question is, who stole his lasagna?
Alba: There's only one person who was with him,
Starr: *chirps in* and only one person who knows how much Zai loves lasgna!
Luna, Robin, Starr, Alba and Sun: *look at each other* Finn.
*audience: cheering as the five drag Zai along to find their first suspect.*
*lights fade out*
Welcome back to The SWC Show!This is a nice happy fluff kind of story. It has a fun, entertaining vibe to it with a little light plotting going on. Yet I'm not feeling pulled in very much. Maybe you were going for just a playful sort of story. But for me, I just didn't feel the need or want to look for the next episode. A bit of mystery, suspense, or something to leave the readers hanging will provide thirst for more, as well as providing more to write. So you could play with that if you want!
We last saw the Leadership and Daily Team Crew struggling to set up the Main Cabin when a distressed Zai bursts in! Now the 6 are on a mission to find Zai's missing lasagna and solve the mystery. Let's get right back into it!
(Maybe I'm just noticing the smallest things that don't really matter haha, but I'm all about consistency. Will you spell out your numbers or write them in numeral form?)
*audience: applause*
*lights fade back in*
*reveals the main characters getting off their boat and onto the Poetry cabin, also knowns as Poetrisland.
(also *known as)
Luna: *calls out* Oh Finn! We're here to visit!
Finn: *falls out of a palm tree and lands in front of them*
*audience: applause and laughter*
Finn: Oh, hey you guys- what brings you here?
Zai: *approcahes Finn and trips on top of him, pinning him to the ground* DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT STEAL MY CHILD
(*approaches)
Finn: *glances at the others in confusion*
Luna: *shrugs apologetically*
Finn: Zai-
Zai: *glances up sharply* Wait- I smell lasagna. YOU ARE A THIEF-
Finn: Wait, that's what you're talking abou-
Zai: *stands up and rushes away, following his instincts*
Alba: Zai, wait! Oh, never mind. *sighs*
Starr: *helps Finn up* Sorry about that. Zai is a little… frantic right now.
Luna: *shakes her head* Well, let's go after him.
(Does the story end here? Perhaps put the outro that you did for story 1 here as well (all the *lights fade* and stuff.))
Also- the characters. I know they are the leaders and they all have their own natures to themselves. But here they seem flat, and don't seem to have very in-depth personalities. Again, maybe that was intentional. But readers may want a little more of their identities shown throughout this script.
Otherwise, I like this lighthearted story. Good luck!
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writing for critiquitaire 11.18.2022 (from daily 11.16.2022)207 words
Pink petals fell all around, coating the ground beneath that cherry canopy in blush and painting the path in delicate patterns. We found each other here, young, naive, eager for life, foolishly in love. Our bright eyes reflected the pale flowers’ glow. First blush, first kiss, first love. Innocent and pure, nothing if not lovely. Pastel pinks we were, before.Ayy, this brings me into dreamland. Memories of stuff I never had XD
Okay, I just fell in love with this. I absolutely love how you weaved the colors in.
Darkness hit my eyes before the color could seep in. Such darkness I thought I’d never know with you around. Your hand squeezed mine and I squeezed back. I couldn’t see your eyes, but I know, just as with mine, they were worry filled. What sadness, what loneliness as we made our way back home. Abandoned, dark, afraid. We were broken as if in halves.What happened? I must know. But before I go on to your next paragraph (which I'm sure will be just as good), your first sentence.
I looked over it before, but reading it over I'm curious about what color seeped in. Is it in the next paragraph? Perhaps you could tell us more about the color in this one; and perhaps add more color into this. What colors come to mind when you think of darkness?
Blue deepened with the ocean. Reef swimming had never been my dream, but yours. And it was our honeymoon, so compromises must be made. As I swam above the sea life and occasional abyss, I already knew my mistake had been made. We were so far from each other. You kept darting ahead, I could not keep up. My tears mixed with the salty ocean blue and I went on, following you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry we cannot be pink. Our lives, our love has soured, bittered to blue.Ahh, so sad! I like how you included all the colors mentioned before into your last few sentences. Just the third and fourth sentences of this paragraph needed to be read twice for me to fully understand. It disrupted the flow a bit. Overall, you made a good emotional story with a satisfying (at least for me) ending. I enjoyed the abstract analogies with the colors and everything; your imagination really shows in this piece of writing. I would suggest weaving in some concrete sentences here in there. I enjoyed reading this the whole way through. Keep of the good work!
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word war with cb2jkl
Its forests host ringtailed lemurs, mouse lemurs, and something called aye-ayes.“
”Arr!“ Zack said, giving Player his attention. ”Like pirates?“ Player laughed.
”Not exactly,“ he said. ”They have really thin fingers, though.“
”Neat!“ Ivy said. ”I could use some of those to fix things with.“
The team spent the rest of the ride learning about Madagascar. Player seemed to never let up with his interesting facts. Soon they arrived, the plane landing down in a spot in the trees. Carmen told the pilot he didn't need to stay and wait. She had a different form of transportation she could use. The team walked into the forest, coming up to little hut. A door pushing ivy to the side said ”Ranger In!“.
”This is our stop,“ said Carmen.
”Whoa,“ said Zack. ”This looks like one of those deserted ruins kind of place.“
”Not that much, though,“ said Ivy. ”More like a secret garden hideout!“ She poked her head through some vines.
”Are we in the right spot, Player?“ Carmen asked. Player's voice came through her phone in her hand.
”Yep,"
Its forests host ringtailed lemurs, mouse lemurs, and something called aye-ayes.“
”Arr!“ Zack said, giving Player his attention. ”Like pirates?“ Player laughed.
”Not exactly,“ he said. ”They have really thin fingers, though.“
”Neat!“ Ivy said. ”I could use some of those to fix things with.“
The team spent the rest of the ride learning about Madagascar. Player seemed to never let up with his interesting facts. Soon they arrived, the plane landing down in a spot in the trees. Carmen told the pilot he didn't need to stay and wait. She had a different form of transportation she could use. The team walked into the forest, coming up to little hut. A door pushing ivy to the side said ”Ranger In!“.
”This is our stop,“ said Carmen.
”Whoa,“ said Zack. ”This looks like one of those deserted ruins kind of place.“
”Not that much, though,“ said Ivy. ”More like a secret garden hideout!“ She poked her head through some vines.
”Are we in the right spot, Player?“ Carmen asked. Player's voice came through her phone in her hand.
”Yep,"
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thank youus
To Soki:
Gosh, Soki. I just bask in your glorious sun-worthy rays of blinding writing. I want to compliment you on so many things. Firstly, your writing - of course. You portray your characters so freaking well. Your stories feel so realistic it's almost like I'm in them. I am dazzled by your moonbeams of shining sentences. Each line and each paragraph is put together with such care. When you describe a setting, it's almost like you're mother nature. Seriously, I feel like I'm reading some sort of classic. Did you ghostwrite for J.K. Rowling? And just keeping track, so far you're the sun, the moon, and mother nature. You earned them. Yours, Raya <3
P.S. I've been watching Anne With An ‘E’ on Netflix and I've feel in love with metaphors *wink*
P.P.S Sorry I tricked you! This is a thank-you note; I don't need that critique XD
To Luna:
Luna, you are stellar. Just stellar. You've been such a great host this session, it's gone so smoothly for me. Thank you for all the wars you put on our realm, it really motivated us! Tell me if I'm wrong, but you read really quality books and classics. You probably have never heard of me, but I know we share a lot of the same interests! Let me just read your ‘welcome to my profile’ project…. I enjoy Harry Potter, the Riordanverse, Marvel, writing (of course, I mean-) reading in general, we both play piano (I'm so happy at this-), musical theatre, imagine dragons (OMG, YES!), Hamilton, and possibly some others. And I haven't taken many Percy Jackson quizzes, but I'm curious; how did you find out you were offspring of Poseidon? And I'm guessing (guessing, Raya?) that your power of waterbending comes from Avatar: The Last Airbender? And I cannot write this without saying thank you for the funny end credits in the ABWC weekly. Ahh, I've written so much. Just thank you for inspiring me during SWC, your writing is awesome. Thank you, ~Raya
To Skye:
Skyee, you've been a great positivity booster, and you lift me up with your ever-changing title of your chatroom studio. I've read some of your writing - not as much as I wanted to (I was busy writing my own words :eyes) - and ack it's so good. I've never read the Hunger Games so I didn't have much context but I saw your writing for the writing comp (I believe) and I felt really into it. By the way, thanks for sharing the link to your writing thread. I copied mine off yours. Also, thank you for your effort to kidnap me from dystopian. You can have me now. I mean, as long as they let me go…. Apart from SWC, you are a great friend :sparkles:. ~Raya
To Dystopian:
Dystopiannn, you've been absolutely amazing this session. You rocked this November! You've given me the best session ever (in every camp I've been in). Despite our placing, we won in my opinion. We won because we gave it our all and we gave it our best. We won because of all the effort, imagination, dedication, and motivation we've put into our writing. Until next time… :eyes:
To Gabbie:
All hail leader of Dystopian, o shiniest of the celestials, chooser of fabulous co-leaders: Gabbie.
All your comments in the Dystopian cabin telling us that a new weekly or opportunity to earn points was out, it motivated me to write, write, write. You've been a wonderful leader and are a part of this session that made it one I won't forget. Thank you, ~Raya
To Dawn:
Dawn, you are an awesome co-leader because you always seemed to watch for someone to give a motivation boost to, cheer on, or tell them they're doing great. Thank you for all the positivity you gave me! I really, truly appreciated it ~Raya
To Lisa:
Lisaa! I didn't get to talk to your much, I wish I did. I'll ramble off my thank-yous in an unorganized way because that's how I am haha. Your dystopian pfps were just amazingly executed, I really like your art style, I love your glittering lake, your application art just blew me away, your writing is funny and deep; thank you for all you did for dystopian, you were amazing ^^ ~Raya
To Em:
Thank you for your thank you, Em. It warmed my heart. Now here's a thank you for you. Em, you're so inspirational and just a bubble bursting with positivity. I loved your all caps comments, they gave me extra umphs of motivation when I needed it. Thank you for being all you are, ~Raya
To JC:
JC, I saw you walking around the realm 24/7, how-. I've seen you complete so many dailies and weeklies I can't count! You reached your word goal, upped it, and you earned well over 100 stars. The bragging rights :00 And that cookie smoothie you made at the start of session- could I taste just a sip? Can't wait to see you in the medbay! ~Raya
To Kat:
To all of swc:
Thank you all so much for giving me and each other an unforgettable experience! i had so much fun, and I hope to see you next session ^^ ~Raya
daily 11/28: 551
Soki/112
Luna/186
Skye/127
Dystopian/62
Gabbie/64
thank-yous not counting for words:
Dawn/
Lisa/
Em/
JC/
these names are slowly getting smaller what-
To Soki:
Gosh, Soki. I just bask in your glorious sun-worthy rays of blinding writing. I want to compliment you on so many things. Firstly, your writing - of course. You portray your characters so freaking well. Your stories feel so realistic it's almost like I'm in them. I am dazzled by your moonbeams of shining sentences. Each line and each paragraph is put together with such care. When you describe a setting, it's almost like you're mother nature. Seriously, I feel like I'm reading some sort of classic. Did you ghostwrite for J.K. Rowling? And just keeping track, so far you're the sun, the moon, and mother nature. You earned them. Yours, Raya <3
P.S. I've been watching Anne With An ‘E’ on Netflix and I've feel in love with metaphors *wink*
P.P.S Sorry I tricked you! This is a thank-you note; I don't need that critique XD
To Luna:
Luna, you are stellar. Just stellar. You've been such a great host this session, it's gone so smoothly for me. Thank you for all the wars you put on our realm, it really motivated us! Tell me if I'm wrong, but you read really quality books and classics. You probably have never heard of me, but I know we share a lot of the same interests! Let me just read your ‘welcome to my profile’ project…. I enjoy Harry Potter, the Riordanverse, Marvel, writing (of course, I mean-) reading in general, we both play piano (I'm so happy at this-), musical theatre, imagine dragons (OMG, YES!), Hamilton, and possibly some others. And I haven't taken many Percy Jackson quizzes, but I'm curious; how did you find out you were offspring of Poseidon? And I'm guessing (guessing, Raya?) that your power of waterbending comes from Avatar: The Last Airbender? And I cannot write this without saying thank you for the funny end credits in the ABWC weekly. Ahh, I've written so much. Just thank you for inspiring me during SWC, your writing is awesome. Thank you, ~Raya
To Skye:
Skyee, you've been a great positivity booster, and you lift me up with your ever-changing title of your chatroom studio. I've read some of your writing - not as much as I wanted to (I was busy writing my own words :eyes) - and ack it's so good. I've never read the Hunger Games so I didn't have much context but I saw your writing for the writing comp (I believe) and I felt really into it. By the way, thanks for sharing the link to your writing thread. I copied mine off yours. Also, thank you for your effort to kidnap me from dystopian. You can have me now. I mean, as long as they let me go…. Apart from SWC, you are a great friend :sparkles:. ~Raya
To Dystopian:
Dystopiannn, you've been absolutely amazing this session. You rocked this November! You've given me the best session ever (in every camp I've been in). Despite our placing, we won in my opinion. We won because we gave it our all and we gave it our best. We won because of all the effort, imagination, dedication, and motivation we've put into our writing. Until next time… :eyes:
To Gabbie:
All hail leader of Dystopian, o shiniest of the celestials, chooser of fabulous co-leaders: Gabbie.
All your comments in the Dystopian cabin telling us that a new weekly or opportunity to earn points was out, it motivated me to write, write, write. You've been a wonderful leader and are a part of this session that made it one I won't forget. Thank you, ~Raya
To Dawn:
Dawn, you are an awesome co-leader because you always seemed to watch for someone to give a motivation boost to, cheer on, or tell them they're doing great. Thank you for all the positivity you gave me! I really, truly appreciated it ~Raya
To Lisa:
Lisaa! I didn't get to talk to your much, I wish I did. I'll ramble off my thank-yous in an unorganized way because that's how I am haha. Your dystopian pfps were just amazingly executed, I really like your art style, I love your glittering lake, your application art just blew me away, your writing is funny and deep; thank you for all you did for dystopian, you were amazing ^^ ~Raya
To Em:
Thank you for your thank you, Em. It warmed my heart. Now here's a thank you for you. Em, you're so inspirational and just a bubble bursting with positivity. I loved your all caps comments, they gave me extra umphs of motivation when I needed it. Thank you for being all you are, ~Raya
To JC:
JC, I saw you walking around the realm 24/7, how-. I've seen you complete so many dailies and weeklies I can't count! You reached your word goal, upped it, and you earned well over 100 stars. The bragging rights :00 And that cookie smoothie you made at the start of session- could I taste just a sip? Can't wait to see you in the medbay! ~Raya
To Kat:
To all of swc:
Thank you all so much for giving me and each other an unforgettable experience! i had so much fun, and I hope to see you next session ^^ ~Raya
daily 11/28: 551
Soki/112
Luna/186
Skye/127
Dystopian/62
Gabbie/64
thank-yous not counting for words:
Dawn/
Lisa/
Em/
JC/
these names are slowly getting smaller what-
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+3000 points to Dystopian!!!
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Write 100 words to begin your adventure:
169 words
In mounds made of sand, in plants, and in trees,
Termites nest and breed in these
Colonies run on handfuls of workers, soldiers
And the queen, of course, keeping all in perfect order.
Nevertheless, there are some lazy insects
Like ants - who work, fairly you'd expect
But some workers just lay there, take a rest in the shade
Sometimes being substituted. There's progress to be made.
Assassin bugs, bullet ants, wolf spiders, more,
Might just cause you to jump back in horror.
They're grim, deadly, dangerous devils,
But won't do you harm if you stay away - to a level.
Above the trees part of the rainforest canopy
Live insects that to believe you must see.
Praying mantis, nymphs, and striking dragonflies
Camouflaged so well you might just pass them by.
Returning to your summer with your hands held clasping your vessel,
Holding your bugs who are ever so special.
You lay under the sky, the sky full of stars
Hugging them snug, your bugs in a jar.
Horror // 3 minute sprint
80 words
Entry sixty-five of Loki's super awesome adventure log.
I'm currently in a pickle. The Chosen Ones want me to join their cult of… something. Meanwhile, I'm being chased by a space monster. Cool, right?
No.
Get me the heck outta here, I'm telling ya! I need to call the Chosen Ones for their help but this ship isn't going to drive itself! I've got to get one of those voice-activating devices they all have nowadays. Chosen Ones, help!
Loki out.
Adventure // your character's setting and surroundings start working against them
155 words
Entry sixty-six of Loki's super awesome adventure log.
Forget what I said before. THIS is a pickle. Space monster chasing me? Check. Chosen Ones on the fence? Check. Loki panicking? Check.
And just a side note, but we're also flying towards a sun at the moment - the cause of panic, as you might be able to see. Luckily there are some planets I might be able to take cover behind if I get close enough. Fingers crossed!
Loki out.
*third person pov*
Far away on a desolate planet lived a solemn, gloomy old space critter without much caution in the universe.
*critter's pov*
A beautiful time to be in space. Sun shining, ships running, a little bit of violence, and a dash of impolite language going on.
Name's Blaster.
So sad I won't be there to see that green ship ahead there explode. It'd be behind that planet ahead. Oh, well. We'll see what happens.
Historical Fiction // your character remembers a time they had stolen something - and then given it back
101 words
Carmen Sandiego was right in front of a rare obsidian jewel suspended in a glass box. She was in an underground museum in Peru, on a mission for Countess Cleo, faculty of VILE. Of course, stealing for VILE was on her top never to do list. However, her co-workers and friends Zack and Ivy were being held captive by the villainous organization. And being employed by VILE seemed like Carmen's only hope.
“Player?” Carmen said in her earpiece.
It was connected to Player, her other co-worker. He was a white-hat hacker and worked remotely in his bedroom near Niagara Falls, Canada.
Mystery // epiphany time! your character realizes something important
262 words
“Yeah, Red?” replied Player.
Carmen took a breath. “I have my hands on the gem.”
“Grab it,” said Player. “Hopefully this will be your last errand.”
Carmen's hands wavered over the box. “You're right. I've gotten Maelstrom, Coach Brunt, and Bellum. Cleo's should be last.” She took out her lip-stick slash laser out from her trench coat. She breathed in, letting her exhale coat the top of the glass. Holding her laser shakily, she looked into the box from the top. She saw her reflection and gave a little gasp.
“Red?”
She was transported to her past at VILE academy. Under the notion she was stealing for good, she was trained to steal anything valuable for the supposed “Valuable Imports, Lavish Exports” company. Flashbacks rushed through her mind. Bo staffs, mind reading, the cracklerod. Not graduating. She could remember taking a risk by stealing a ride on a VILE helicopter. It was then she had her first caper. Unofficial. It was then she had tried to stop the stealing of one of the Eyes of Vishnu. Unsuccessful. They had stolen a jewel.
They had stolen a jewel.
They had stolen a jewel.
“Carmen?”
Carmen wavered in her spot. “I don't know, Player,” she hesitated. “I've been at this for a while. And we still don't know Zack and Ivy's status.” She paused.
“And?”
“No. This isn't right.” She took a step away from the jewel. “I'm not going to steal for VILE.”
“What are you gonna do?” Player asked. Carmen tucked away her laser and straightened.
“I'm getting Zack and Ivy back.”
Realistic Fiction // 3 minute sprint
157 words
Introduction::
You control you. Your job is to keep Carmen alive and defeat VILE. She is currently on a mission with Zack, Ivy, and the remote Player in Madagascar. VILE wants to capture a lemur, a species of animal only surviving in Madagascar. The lemur might be used to be Countess Cleo's new fur coat, Doctor's Bellum's experiment, or even be a part of Maelstrom's mind trials. Remember, all your choices are going towards Carmen's crew and the lemurs' safety. Choose wisely!
Chapter 1::
Carmen is on a chartered flight to Madagascar. Player booked her and the team a flight the moment they discovered VILE's villainous plans.
“Wow,” said Ivy, looking out the plane's windows. “This place is huge!” They were flying over the ocean, the island of Madagascar just coming into view.
“I know,” said Player. He was calling in on Carmen's laptop. "Madagascar is the fourth largest island in the world. Lemurs only live there.
Poetry // word war another swc'er for 5 minutes
179 words
Its forests host ringtailed lemurs, mouse lemurs, and something called aye-ayes.“
”Arr!“ Zack said, giving Player his attention. ”Like pirates?“ Player laughed.
”Not exactly,“ he said. ”They have really thin fingers, though.“
”Neat!“ Ivy said. ”I could use some of those to fix things with.“
The team spent the rest of the ride learning about Madagascar. Player seemed to never let up with his interesting facts. Soon they arrived, the plane landing down in a spot in the trees. Carmen told the pilot he didn't need to stay and wait. She had a different form of transportation she could use. The team walked into the forest, coming up to little hut. A door pushing ivy to the side said ”Ranger In!“.
”This is our stop,“ said Carmen.
”Whoa,“ said Zack. ”This looks like one of those deserted ruins kind of place.“
”Not that much, though,“ said Ivy. ”More like a secret garden hideout!“ She poked her head through some vines.
”Are we in the right spot, Player?“ Carmen asked. Player's voice came through her phone in her hand.
”Yep,"
Script // 4 minute sprint (I actually set a timer for 5 ‘cos that’s how messed up by brain is these days.)
106 words
said Player. “I've got your coordinates. Right spot all right.”
“Let's knock,” said Carmen. She knocked. A few footsteps followed and came to a stop near the door. Zack and Ivy lined up behind Carmen. The door opened. Out came you, reader. You are the ranger in this story.
“Hi!” You said. “How can I help you?”
“Hi. I'm Carmen.” Carmen took your hand. You shook it and told her your name. “Nice to meet you,” said Carmen, smiling back. “Did you receive our call?”
You looked a little confused. “Call?” You asked. “I'm sorry, I'm unaware of any calls that came in. When was it?”
Science Fiction // deja vu or premonition
157 words
“Oh,” said Carmen. A dozen bad scenarios played out in her head. Of course her phone was extra secure being wired by Player. But then again, VILE could have easily intercepted it. Which means . . . VILE knows her exact location. “Um,” she faltered. “Could we come in?”
You took a moment to respond. You usually did let visitors in, when there were visitors to take. And generally they'd call. But this red-dressed woman and red-haired siblings (twins, maybe?) seemed a little odd.
Here is your first fork in the road. Do you let them in, or leave them out there by themselves in the forest?
Leaving them could be dangerous, since they're most likely tourists (of some strange sort). And you'd be making them go out into a forest unknown to them.
Letting them in would be a little out of your comfort zone, but they seemed to have something important. Something other than looking at your displays.
Thriller // five random numbers
334 words
generated numbers: 90 76 98 53 15
order of paragraph counts: 15, 53, 98, 90, 76
Choice: Leave
You decide to leave the suspicious tourists. Who knows what they may be up to?
“I'm sorry,” you say. “But visitors aren't allowed in without an appointment.” You feel a little guilty since that isn't true, but convince yourself it's for your own safety. The red-headed girl started backward, looking at her brother with confusion. They started to talk, but the woman in red held out her hand.
“Sorry,” you say again, backing into the hut a little bit. “No exceptions.” You take a brochure from the table in the hut. “Here, use this so you don't get lost. It's a big forest, after all.” You give a small chuckle.“ Carmen takes the pamphlet you held out for her. She unfolded it and took a look. You decided to explain the contents of it. ”There's a map in there, along with paths to take, markers to spot, and any landmarks to look at. You'll come across many forks in the trails, so that'll help a lot.“
”It's all right,“ said Carmen, ”we understand.“ Se starts walking away. And, after hesitating, Zack and Ivy follow.
”Thank you,“ Carmen said. She had a look of pure genuineness. You looked back with a wordless apology. ”It's all right,“ said Carmen, ”we understand.“ She starts walking away. ”Zack? Ivy? You coming?" After hesitating, Zack and Ivy wave to you and follow Carmen. You close the door, waving back. Nice tourists, you think. Just for some reason you felt they had something to do with various strange calls coming in. Walking into the hut, you pour a cup of coffee for yourself and go back to your normal life.
You've reached the end of this story. If you'd like to explore other endings, go back to some choices you made and try some other options. Look for the longest ending, an ending with you, Carmen, and her team, maybe you end up with VILE, or another ending with leading you to a ranger lifestyle, anything that may satisfy you. There are many variations of this story, and you can alter them! Until then, el fin.
Fantasy // boat
241 words
Choice: Let Them In
Though the tourists seem a bit odd, you decide to let them in. Maybe they have information regarding the irregular amount of calls that came in from untraceable numbers this past week. Maybe they are the callers. They sent a chill up your spine. Perhaps you should've refused them.
“Come in,” you say, opening the door and giving them a welcoming hand.
“Thank you,” said Carmen.
“All right!” Zack and Ivy said. The three filed in and you start closing the door, but decide to leave it open in case anything happens.
“Take a look around,” you say, inviting them to view the small exhibit. Photographs, artwork, newspaper clippings, and sculptures lined the walls.
“Wow!” Zack exclaimed, peering at a sculpture of a lemur. “Its tail fell off!”
You laugh. “Yes,” you say. “That is a sculpture I made when I was seven or so. I thoroughly loved lemurs from the start. That there is a ring-tailed lemur. You see the stripes? There are always thirteen black and white alternating stripes on a tail.”
“Neat!” said Zack. Carmen sat down at the table.
“We're actually here wondering about the lemurs,” said Carmen calmly. You sat down too. The siblings came over and leaned in around Carmen. You felt a little bit claustrophobic, a little uncomfortable with their stance. You glanced at the door. It's open. You breathed in.
“Sure,” you said. “What would you like to know?”
Folklore // taylor swift song
132 words
Listening to Lavender Haze, official lyric video
“Well,” said Carmen, “we're curious about the population of lemurs.”
“Of course,” you said. “We estimate that there's about three thousand plus lemurs left in the wild. They are critically endangered, so we're doing all we can to keep the numbers up.” You don't want to divulge too much information to this group. Only what's necessary and what you usually tell visitors.
“Anything strange going on? Like, evil strange?” Ivy asked. Carmen glanced up at her, then looked at you, eyebrows raised.
“Er,” you hesitate. This was a coincidence, right? All these unknown callers and strangely acting tourists. “I'm afraid I can't say,” you say.
Carmen breathed in. “It's really important that we know this. Trust us. Please.” You hesitated, but her genuine expression seemed to convince you to give in.
“Okay.”
Bizarro Fiction
242 words
I did Black Widow
For the next several minutes, you answer all the group's questions. Somehow your view changed on them while talking. The voices from the calls were male-sounding, although you also think they could've changed their voices easily. And the male here certainly didn't have the same deep talking voice from the calls. So you explain and explain until they're satisfied. Finally, you look at your watch. It's time for your lunch break. Hopefully the tourists would leave soon. You have a scheduled hour with a so-called important person who wanted to meet with you. Unfortunately it disrupted your animal counting duties, but this person you'll be with was very persuasive and you decided to leave your ranger duties for later. A few minutes passed into your lunch hour. You started getting fidgety.
“Um,” you said, interrupting Carmen's flow of speech. “So sorry, but I have an appointment to get to soon. Very important person!'” Carmen smiled at you.
“Well you make sure to be on time, then,” she said, getting up.
“Yep,” you said, also standing. “I want to make a good first impression, you know?” Carmen stopped, her smile fading. “What?” you asked, concerned. You've learned to read Carmen's facial expressions pretty well during your time in conversation.
“You've never met her before?” Carmen asked.
“Yeah, why? None of your business,” you said, suddenly getting defensive. Carmen looked at her accomplices, looking preoccupied.
“This can't be a coincidence,” Carmen said to them.
Non Fiction // roll a die
109 words
You looked confused. “What do you mean?” Might they know about your own suspicions? For the first time, you decide to ask them what they're doing. You try to make it casual and curious. “What /are/ you doing here in Madagascar?”
Carmen turned towards you, a look of all seriousness across her face. She sighed. “I'm sorry, I can't tell you right this moment.” She smiled. “Just-” she looked at the door. “I promise I'll explain what all this is. In the meantime, stay safe.”
“What do you mean, stay safe? Is there something dangerous going on?” You come to a new suspicion. “You aren't tourists. Who /are/ you?”
Fan Fiction // flashback
470 words
Prologue:
It had been over a year since Carmen Sandiego had quote on quote ‘quit’ her thieving for good job. However, she missed the always on-the-go travel job she had. So she decided to take her mother and herself on a tour of the world.
Prose:
Carmen was back on the train in France. She walked in and went to take a seat.
A click sounded behind her. She turned around slowly, dreading what would happen. Gray looked at her and smiled a non genuine smile.
“Blast from the past, eh?” Gray said. The phrase echoed in her swirling brain, her heart hammering.
“Blast from the past, eh?”
“Blast from the-”
She woke up, head in the pillows. “NO-” she exclaimed, grasping at the pillowcase so hard it came off. She turned over on her back and remembered she was in a hotel room she shared with her mother. Surprisingly, her mother hadn't woken up. A phone call rang in from the bedside table. Carmen quickly picked the phone up, getting up and putting it to her ear. “Player.”
“Hey, Red!”
“Hi,” she said unemotionally, still out of breath.
“I got your voicemail yesterday. Even though it was blank.”
“Yeah?”
“You doing all right, Carmen?”
“Yeah, um . . . just a bad dream.” She kicked on some sneakers. “I'm going down for an early breakfast and tea. My mother will most likely sleep in and I want to bring her something.” She smiled at her mother's sleeping form in the bed over.
“All right,” said Player. “Well you know I'll be here through your eating process.” He laughed over the phone. “I'll just go get my own breakfast.”
“Ooh, what?” asked Carmen, feigning interest.
“The usual. Cereal,” Player clarified.
Carmen walked out into the hallway and down the stairway. She gained a habit of not entering elevators. They were an easy way to target someone. She strolled over to the breakfast area, hot food reaching her nose. “Mmm,” she said. She went in line and took a plate. Sausage, eggs, bacon, waffles, all the things to treat herself and her mother. Orange juice too, for hydration. Her hands were full when she realized she needed utensils, so she went to a table to lay her select food out.
“I'm back,” said Player. She could hear his spoon and bowl clinking together, his mouth munching many miles per minute like a regular teenage boy eats.
“If only you could be here to help me,” joked Carmen. She sat her plates down, fumbling with the plates.
“Blast from the past, eh?” A voice sounded a table next. Carmen froze. She looked up. “Carmen?” said the familiar Australian voice.
“Gray?” Carmen's mouth dropped.
“Red?” Player asked. Carmen ignored him, and a wet tear rolled down her cheek. Gray smiled and shrugged.
“Gray!”
Dystopian AKA the *best* cabin /lh // celestial being
165 words
The Milano was traveling near light's speed through galaxy clusters with the Blood Brothers on its tail.
“Can this ship go any faster?” complained Quill at the steering wheel. He slammed on the buttons.
“Give me a moment, you spoiled brats!” screeched Rocket, undoing a vent. “I'm doing the best I can!”
“If this gets any further,” said Gamora glancing back, “I'm ready to give them a lift with my sword.” She smirked.
“I too,” joined in Drax. “Although I do not intend to lift them.” Gamora rolled her eyes.
“Let's get a move on it, Rocket,” she said.
“All these krutackin' wires!” Rocket exclaimed. “Groot, give me some duct tape.” The walking tree extended one of his long arms and grabbed a roll of tape from a drawer.
“I am Groot.”
“Oh, sure you do,” Rocket replied. "But I believe-“ A great force slowed down the Milano. ”What the-?“
”Guys?“ Quill said, pushing the buttons even more aggressively than before. ”What- what's happening?"
Conclusion
188 words
He looked back expecting to see the enemy ship to crash into them. Instead, it seems to have slowed down too. Was time playing tricks?
“Um, guys?” Quill said. “What is that?” Some sort of being glowed like the sun in front of the Milano. It looked almost human, but couldn't be, hence the non-human glow and power. Quill shielded his eyes and the glow dimmed. “Someone get me some sunglasses.” He hailed the being with his arms. “Hey! Over here, celestial being! Little help here?” Gamora shoved Quill to the side.
“I don't think she can hear you,” said Gamora. Sure enough, the celestial being seemed unresponsive, in a zone.
“We must tear her to pieces for stopping our ship!” Drax shouted. “I will have my revenge!”
“Stop,” said Gamora. “I think this is a time for talking, not doing.” Drax lowered his weapons.
“Ah,” he said, "but talking is doing.“ Gamora rolled her eyes again.
”Come on,“ she said. ”I'm heading out. She doesn't seem dangerous.“ Rocket scoffed loudly.
”Sure,“ said Rocket. ”'Cause slowing down the Blood Brothers and us ain't dangerous.“
”Be quiet."
Final Code:
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Writing Excerpt 1: Guardians of the Galaxy fanfiction. This excerpt was taken from a writing piece I did for the ABWC weekly in November 2022's session.
350 words
Prologue
The Milano was traveling near light's speed through galaxy clusters with the Blood Brothers on its tail.
“Can this ship go any faster?” complained Quill at the steering wheel. He slammed on the buttons.
“Give me a moment, you spoiled brats!” screeched Rocket, undoing a vent. “I'm doing the best I can!”
“If this gets any further,” said Gamora glancing back, “I'm ready to give them a lift with my sword.” She smirked.
“I too,” joined in Drax. “Although I do not intend to lift them.” Gamora rolled her eyes.
“Let's get a move on it, Rocket,” she said.
“All these krutackin' wires!” Rocket exclaimed. “Groot, give me some duct tape.” The walking tree extended one of his long arms and grabbed a roll of tape from a drawer.
“I am Groot.”
“Oh, sure you do,” Rocket replied. “But I believe-“ A great force slowed down the Milano. ”What the-?“
”Guys?“ Quill said, pushing the buttons even more aggressively than before. ”What- what's happening?”
He looked back expecting to see the enemy ship to crash into them. Instead, it seems to have slowed down too. Was time playing tricks?
“Um, guys?” Quill said. “What is that?” Some sort of being glowed like the sun in front of the Milano. It looked almost human, but couldn't be, hence the non-human glow and power. Quill shielded his eyes and the glow dimmed. “Someone get me some sunglasses.” He hailed the being with his arms. “Hey! Over here, celestial being! Little help here?” Gamora shoved Quill to the side.
“I don't think she can hear you,” said Gamora. Sure enough, the celestial being seemed unresponsive, in a zone.
“We must tear her to pieces for stopping our ship!” Drax shouted. “I will have my revenge!”
“Stop,” said Gamora. “I think this is a time for talking, not doing.” Drax lowered his weapons.
“Ah,” he said, “but talking is doing.“ Gamora rolled her eyes again.
”Come on,“ she said. ”I'm heading out. She doesn't seem dangerous.“ Rocket scoffed loudly.
”Sure,“ said Rocket. ”'Cause slowing down the Blood Brothers and us ain't dangerous.“
”Be quiet.”
Screen fades into Marvel Studios's Guardians of the Galaxy logo.
Writing Excerpt 2: Carmen Sandiego fanfiction. Takes place one year after season 4.
470 words
Prologue:
It had been over a year since Carmen Sandiego had quote on quote ‘quit’ her thieving for good job. However, she missed the always on-the-go travel job she had. So she decided to take her mother and herself on a tour of the world.
Prose:
Carmen was back on the train in France. She walked in and went to take a seat.
A click sounded behind her. She turned around slowly, dreading what would happen. Gray looked at her and smiled a non genuine smile.
“Blast from the past, eh?” Gray said. The phrase echoed in her swirling brain, her heart hammering.
“Blast from the past, eh?”
“Blast from the-”
She woke up, head in the pillows. “NO-” she exclaimed, grasping at the pillowcase so hard it came off. She turned over on her back and remembered she was in a hotel room she shared with her mother. Surprisingly, her mother hadn't woken up. A phone call rang in from the bedside table. Carmen quickly picked the phone up, getting up and putting it to her ear. “Player.”
“Hey, Red!”
“Hi,” she said unemotionally, still out of breath.
“I got your voicemail yesterday. Even though it was blank.”
“Yeah?”
“You doing all right, Carmen?”
“Yeah, um . . . just a bad dream.” She kicked on some sneakers. “I'm going down for an early breakfast and tea. My mother will most likely sleep in and I want to bring her something.” She smiled at her mother's sleeping form in the bed over.
“All right,” said Player. “Well you know I'll be here through your eating process.” He laughed over the phone. “I'll just go get my own breakfast.”
“Ooh, what?” asked Carmen, feigning interest.
“The usual. Cereal,” Player clarified.
Carmen walked out into the hallway and down the stairway. She gained a habit of not entering elevators. They were an easy way to target someone. She strolled over to the breakfast area, hot food reaching her nose. “Mmm,” she said. She went in line and took a plate. Sausage, eggs, bacon, waffles, all the things to treat herself and her mother. Orange juice too, for hydration. Her hands were full when she realized she needed utensils, so she went to a table to lay her select food out.
“I'm back,” said Player. She could hear his spoon and bowl clinking together, his mouth munching many miles per minute like a regular teenage boy eats.
“If only you could be here to help me,” joked Carmen. She sat her plates down, fumbling with the plates.
“Blast from the past, eh?” A voice sounded a table next. Carmen froze. She looked up. “Carmen?” said the familiar Australian voice.
“Gray?” Carmen's mouth dropped.
“Red?” Player asked. Carmen ignored him, and a wet tear rolled down her cheek. Gray smiled and shrugged.
“Gray!”
350 words
Prologue
The Milano was traveling near light's speed through galaxy clusters with the Blood Brothers on its tail.
“Can this ship go any faster?” complained Quill at the steering wheel. He slammed on the buttons.
“Give me a moment, you spoiled brats!” screeched Rocket, undoing a vent. “I'm doing the best I can!”
“If this gets any further,” said Gamora glancing back, “I'm ready to give them a lift with my sword.” She smirked.
“I too,” joined in Drax. “Although I do not intend to lift them.” Gamora rolled her eyes.
“Let's get a move on it, Rocket,” she said.
“All these krutackin' wires!” Rocket exclaimed. “Groot, give me some duct tape.” The walking tree extended one of his long arms and grabbed a roll of tape from a drawer.
“I am Groot.”
“Oh, sure you do,” Rocket replied. “But I believe-“ A great force slowed down the Milano. ”What the-?“
”Guys?“ Quill said, pushing the buttons even more aggressively than before. ”What- what's happening?”
He looked back expecting to see the enemy ship to crash into them. Instead, it seems to have slowed down too. Was time playing tricks?
“Um, guys?” Quill said. “What is that?” Some sort of being glowed like the sun in front of the Milano. It looked almost human, but couldn't be, hence the non-human glow and power. Quill shielded his eyes and the glow dimmed. “Someone get me some sunglasses.” He hailed the being with his arms. “Hey! Over here, celestial being! Little help here?” Gamora shoved Quill to the side.
“I don't think she can hear you,” said Gamora. Sure enough, the celestial being seemed unresponsive, in a zone.
“We must tear her to pieces for stopping our ship!” Drax shouted. “I will have my revenge!”
“Stop,” said Gamora. “I think this is a time for talking, not doing.” Drax lowered his weapons.
“Ah,” he said, “but talking is doing.“ Gamora rolled her eyes again.
”Come on,“ she said. ”I'm heading out. She doesn't seem dangerous.“ Rocket scoffed loudly.
”Sure,“ said Rocket. ”'Cause slowing down the Blood Brothers and us ain't dangerous.“
”Be quiet.”
Screen fades into Marvel Studios's Guardians of the Galaxy logo.
Writing Excerpt 2: Carmen Sandiego fanfiction. Takes place one year after season 4.
470 words
Prologue:
It had been over a year since Carmen Sandiego had quote on quote ‘quit’ her thieving for good job. However, she missed the always on-the-go travel job she had. So she decided to take her mother and herself on a tour of the world.
Prose:
Carmen was back on the train in France. She walked in and went to take a seat.
A click sounded behind her. She turned around slowly, dreading what would happen. Gray looked at her and smiled a non genuine smile.
“Blast from the past, eh?” Gray said. The phrase echoed in her swirling brain, her heart hammering.
“Blast from the past, eh?”
“Blast from the-”
She woke up, head in the pillows. “NO-” she exclaimed, grasping at the pillowcase so hard it came off. She turned over on her back and remembered she was in a hotel room she shared with her mother. Surprisingly, her mother hadn't woken up. A phone call rang in from the bedside table. Carmen quickly picked the phone up, getting up and putting it to her ear. “Player.”
“Hey, Red!”
“Hi,” she said unemotionally, still out of breath.
“I got your voicemail yesterday. Even though it was blank.”
“Yeah?”
“You doing all right, Carmen?”
“Yeah, um . . . just a bad dream.” She kicked on some sneakers. “I'm going down for an early breakfast and tea. My mother will most likely sleep in and I want to bring her something.” She smiled at her mother's sleeping form in the bed over.
“All right,” said Player. “Well you know I'll be here through your eating process.” He laughed over the phone. “I'll just go get my own breakfast.”
“Ooh, what?” asked Carmen, feigning interest.
“The usual. Cereal,” Player clarified.
Carmen walked out into the hallway and down the stairway. She gained a habit of not entering elevators. They were an easy way to target someone. She strolled over to the breakfast area, hot food reaching her nose. “Mmm,” she said. She went in line and took a plate. Sausage, eggs, bacon, waffles, all the things to treat herself and her mother. Orange juice too, for hydration. Her hands were full when she realized she needed utensils, so she went to a table to lay her select food out.
“I'm back,” said Player. She could hear his spoon and bowl clinking together, his mouth munching many miles per minute like a regular teenage boy eats.
“If only you could be here to help me,” joked Carmen. She sat her plates down, fumbling with the plates.
“Blast from the past, eh?” A voice sounded a table next. Carmen froze. She looked up. “Carmen?” said the familiar Australian voice.
“Gray?” Carmen's mouth dropped.
“Red?” Player asked. Carmen ignored him, and a wet tear rolled down her cheek. Gray smiled and shrugged.
“Gray!”