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Main Cabin Daily November 10th

Constellation used: Canis Major

“Canis , wait up!” , Cried Lewis as he tried to catch up with his wolf pup . Canis was a gorgeous 10 month old gray wolf. Raised from the age of 4 weeks old , Canis had been used to humans. His wolf guardians had left him astray at a waterfall at the age of 4 weeks . Lewis had managed to save Canis before Canis could drown in the river. Lewis was his companion , friend and human brother. “Canis wait , why are you in such a hurry?” Said Lewis panting. Canis had got the scent of wolf pup. And the wolf pup was from the same pack. Finally , Canis had found the pup near a bush. The pup whined with fear. “Oh , so that’s what you’ve been sniffing for. It’s okay wolfy , we won’t harm you.” Reassured Lewis.

Scared , the pup jumped into his arms. Canis had sensed something burning. “Grrr” growled Canis. “What’s up now? A hunter?” Asked Lewis suspiciously. A small fire began to burn. The pup howled and whined. Canis took a step back and so did Lewis. The fires blazed a tree and with a huge thud , the tree fell. The fire caught on with some shrubs and soon the bush was starting to burn . “I don’t like this Canis. We need to go . NOW!” Cried Lewis. And so they began to run as fast as they could. Trees fell in their way , fires blazed and the heat intensified.

While running , a humongous tree fell in their way and they were surrounded on all sides by the fires. Canis growled. Lewis clutched the wolf pup. Seeing an exit and Canis encouraging him to escape , Lewis clutched the wolf tightly and jumped over the tree. “Come on Canis.” But by that time , the fires had cornered him and he suddenly spoke , “Lewis , you and the pup should leave. I might get burned but your safety is more important than mine. Get away from the fires. Please Lewis. Don’t worry about me.” “Canis I can still save you , wait .” Implored Lewis as he searched for a way to get Canis out. But the fires crackled and it was too late.

Suddenly , lightning flashed. A white eerie jagged line appeared in the sky. This constellation looked like a wolf. It was Canis. Seeing this , Lewis wept in grief. His companion was now just a constellation in the sky . This was the memorial of Canis , the brave wolf who risked his life for his human brother .

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NickName - Ava
Content - November 10th Daily
Word Count - 892/300
Topic - Write about how a constellation came to form
Cabin - Thriller

LETS GET STARTED

I will represent Aquarius as a woman in this story.
It will be mainly the formation of Aquarius, but 2 others

For those Aquarius out there, you probably feel the same as me. Half of the time you're brilliant, intelligent, playful, witty and of course the dark horse. Then the other half you feel neglected, disrespected, laughed at, the quiet kid, and definitely the one who has the most rumors around them. I'm going to tell you a story. A story about how our great ancestor, the one and only water-bearer, came to be a constellation.

Queen Tatiana ruled over the city of Aruisqa. Aruisqa was noble and beautiful, just like its ruler. Queen Tatiana was famous for her beauty, but she is not the protagonist of this story.
Queen Tatiana had two sisters. One was named Rosemary. She was the great architect of that time period, but she is not the protagonist either.
The third and youngest sister, Piper, was not a well-known person around the world, but she was very popular in her city.
Piper also lived in Aruisqa, as did all three siblings, but she lived in the lowtown. The lowtown was considered the lowest caste of Aruisqa. People wondered why Piper, a sister of the royal queen, was living there. The thing was the people in the lowtown were the most beautifully cultured people you would see in the whole world. Their designs and creations were unimaginably amazing. The pottery was appealing. The carpets were comfortable and stylish. Everything was distinctively special, and only Piper appreciated that. She was also one of the best potters in the whole city, and people came from far to just look at her art.

Piper was very humble. She never let the praise flow to her head, and always stayed modest, which made the community like her more.

One day, Rosemary was on her way to visit Queen Tatiana when she happened to walk past the lowtown. She saw a huge gathering, and with curiosity, took a short detour. When she saw Piper, she was surprised. Piper was making pots in front of a huge gathering. The marksmanship was incredulous. She shaped the mud with unimaginable skill. Each design was integrated directly into the pot, and the crowd ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed.’

Rosemary was the greatest architect in all of Aruisqa. She built the fountains. She built the crossroaads. She even built Queen Tatiana's palace. Usually she was kind-natured, and was cheerful, but that day she felt something that she had never felt before.

Jealousy.

She frowned. She never got this much appreciation. Her blonde braid swished, opposite to Piper's short cut black hair. She built everything in this city, if not designed it at the least. All Piper was doing was building a pot. Now you must think, Rosemary's really nice! She wouldn't do anything to her own sister! She'll just go and ask for tips. You will be wrong. Rosemary had been nice all her life. She did not know what this feeling what. After months of fatigue and hard-work, Rosemary finally cracked, and as most humans do, decided to take it out on someone else.

The three sisters' mother was the former queen and the most popular person you would have ever known (Excpet if BTS had been alive then, I bet my life she would've been second-popular). She had beauty, smarts, kindness and cunning. Tatianna had obtained beauty, Piper had obtained smarts, and Rosemary had kindness, but all of then had cunning. Rosemary just had a bit more. She devised a plan.

The next day, she went up to Piper, and started an amiable conversation, her heart trying to break free of the hatred as Piper truly thought Rosemary was being nice to her. But Rosemary went thruogh with the plan. A part of her brain had shut down.
Rosemary suddenly asked Piper ‘Can you bring a pot please? I wnat to collect water with you.’
Piper was delighted. Her sister had recognized her, and as a youngest child, that was big. Honestly, I'm an older child, so I really don't know, but I'm pretty sure that's what goes through their head.
Piper bent down to collect water. When she found a fish in the pot, she threw the water back in the stream so that the fish could live. This happened everytime she picked up a pot of water, and she let it go each time, no matter how tiring. The same fish was caught everytime, and was delighted to see a human acting so kind. Rosemary only realized this after she pushed Piper into the stream, and instantly regreted it. The stream was shallow, so Piper didn't make it out. The fish looked at her, and Rosemary suddenly felt very guilty. She ran away, sobbing. The fish was devastated. He prayed to Poseidon, the lord of the seas. Poseidon converted Piper into a constelation, and called her Aquarius, the water bearer (and between the sea kingdom, the fish friend.) The fish convereted himself as Peices, and stayed next to Aquarius.

A few months later, Rosemary saw the constellation, and knew what had happened. She prayed to the gods to forgive her, and started crying in the middle of the Town Square. No one understood why, because she didn't tell anyone. She wanted the gods to end her for her cruelty.
Zues took pity on her. He turned her into Virgo. This is why, Virgos and Aquarius in real life, though very different, get along as good friends.

JUST DONI'T HATE ON VIRG'S NOW, OK?

Daily 11: 302 words

How Pegasus flew down from the night sky:

As you all know, Pegasus was a creature of Greek mythology. Borne from the de@th of Medusa, Pegasus s a powerful, almighty winged horses. For a time, he served the young prince Bellerophon, and the two of them defeated the terrifying chimaera. Although, boastful Bellerophon got a tad too big for his boots and flew up to Mount Olympus so he could be among the gods. But then Zeus sent a hornet to sting Pegasus, who reared up, you guessed it, sent Bellerophon tumbling down from the skies and twisting his ankle.

Now, from then on, Zeus used Pegasus as his mighty, flying steed. Some myths say that Zeus used him to carry his chariot of thunderbolts, although I’m not sure this gets mentioned a lot actually. When Pegasus, not being immortal, passed away, Zeus cast in into the sky as a constellation and award for his outstanding service and devotion to the King if Gods. Then until recently, Pegasus stayed there, fixated inti the sky amongst all the other stars. He was only spotted by astronomers, stargazers and anyone with a keen eye.

Until recently…
Stars do die, you see. They can live on for millions of years, but eventually, they will explode, creating nubelae, which are almost like space clouds made from the dead stars. But Pegasus’ stars were extremely short-lived due to a fairies’ spell gone assumably gone wrong, which exploded Pegasus’ stars. But instead of joining up with the other dead stars to create a núblela, these Pegasus stars fell all the way down to there earth, exactly still in the shape of Pegasus. According to eye-witnesses, it looked exactly like as if Pegasus himself was flying down to earth, reborn.

Reborn, and ready to rock-and-roll, the legendary creature style.

11/10 (301 words): Today's daily (inspired by certain celestial beings within SWC) is centered around constellations! Using a constellation of your choice, write a fictional essay on how it came to exist- you can incorporate different aspects of it into your essay, such as the names of the stars, the meaning behind it, and so on. 300 words will earn you 300 points, and earn an extra 100 for sharing your writing!

You might have heard of the constellation called Orion. Some people may know it as one of the most visible and recognizable constellations in the night sky, while others might have just heard the famous name in passing. But you may be wondering, ‘why is it really called that?’ Well, our story starts a long, long time ago in Ancient Greece. There was a man—and no, his name was not Orion. Moving on, one day this man encountered a lion when he went hunting for prey to feed his family in the woods. He did the most logical thing that you would do in that situation: he ran from it. Luckily, after a few meters, the lion became tired and fatigued and stopped chasing after him. When this man later told his grandchildren the story, he described the moment, saying, “Oh, I ran!” Sound familiar? When he started telling his story to other people around the village, they that he was saying the word Orion! And the name stuck! He had no official name, you see, and never liked to talk much until that fateful day. So. whenever he declared, “Oh, I ran!”, people believed that he was telling them his name when he had finished the story. But this “myth” does not end there. When he was nearing the end of his life, he felt it and panicked. He had realized that he had spent his whole life doing nothing but telling that story over and over and over again. At least, until that day. He prayed to the gods— the Greek ones, like Poseidon, of course— to be given another chance at life. Artemis, the Greek goddess of fertility, took pity on him and turned him into a constellation: Orion. And that’s how the constellation Orion came to be!

Long long ago there was a swan named Cygnus. It was a pet swan, meaning it belonged to a family. There was a nice serene lake by the family's house, and that's where they let Cygnus swim. One summer evening, it was quietly paddling in the lake, and it got a thought, it felt rebellious. Cygnus flapped its wings and flew into the summer sky , the family was watching from the window, horrified and in shock. Cygnus flew away to a mountain, miles and miles away from the house. The mountain was a dangerous place, there were dangerous creatures, like bears, eagles, and so much more. Especially mountain lions. The humans were scared of those themselves. Cygnus landed in a nearby tree and floated down to the ground, and proceeded walking around, taking in its new surroundings. There were lots of trees and flowers, Cygnus felt happy that he left his owner's lake. It was much more exciting here, Cygnus had more freedom. A fellow goose was also exploring the mountain and saw Cygnus. Cygnus thought it was another swan, when the goose thought Cygnus was dangerous, the goose cried for his other fellow geese and proceeded to attack Cygnus, Cygnus managed to quickly fly away to the other side of the mountain. It landed with a plop on the dirt. Little did Cygnus know, there was a hungry mountain lion nearby, watching Cygnus, the mountain lion slowly walked towards Cygnus, not making a noise, and finally pounced. Cygnus screeched and tried to fly away except its wing got stuck on a tree branch, not able to move, and the mountain lion managed to catch him and eat him. Now, all that is left of Cygnus is the constellation. You can see the Swan constellation soaring the skies on late summer evenings.

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The Constellations And How They Came To Be

Scientists have proved that constellations are The Ancient Ones' ashes. The Ancient Ones are celestial beings that ruled over Earth in early, early, ages.

The Ancient Ones had a special elixir that they drank, so that when they died, they would burn, and their ashes would float up, up, up! And into the sky. These ashes would then form something like the shape and personality that they had on Earth. For example, the great shape-shifter and fierce Ancient One, Aurora, is the great Ursa Major, or the Great Bear. Aurora was fierce and strong, so she turned into something that is also fierce and strong, like a great bear. Also, the great archer Ancient One, Orion, turned into… well… Orion. Orion always wore a belt, and he was always shooting; so his great archer constellation that you can always find by finding his belt suits him. Orion and Aurora went on to marry, and had their child, Flora, who is Ursa Minor, or Little Bear. Flora eventually grew up to be a vicious warrior, much like a bear (and her mother!).

Scientists are trying to recreate this elixir, which they have named “sidera”, which means “constellations” in Latin. People have mixed feelings about this idea. Some people believe that all people have a right to become a constellation, where others believe that only the Ancient Ones deserve that privilege. Either way, the recreation process is going well. Scientists recently tested this new elixir on Maria Hawthorne, a 46 year old woman who died of terminal cancer. Her constellation *almost* worked. Her ashes floated up into the sky to form the constellation we called, “Tango”, because it looks as though she is dancing with the stars. The “almost” pat is because her constellation only lasted for 2 weeks before her ashes fell into the sea, so scientists still have to make this last indefinitely.

All in all, constellations are beautiful, heartbreaking, and tell a story told by The Ancient Ones, and soon, possibly some others! Constellations are a way to remember people.
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November 10th, 2022 Daily:

The Andromeda. In the sky, the Andromeda is shaped like a young princess. It came to existence when a young explorer was traveling by boat in the mid 1800s. He was daydreaming about how he had lost his beloved beautiful wife and was determined to find her. So he went on a journey.

Soon, he saw in the night sky the lines that connected the stars, a stick figure that looked so much like his wife. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

He went forward trying to reach those stars. But he couldn’t. Soon it was dawn and the stars had disappeared.

After several days of seeing his wife in the stars, but disappearing again in the daytime, he soon decided that he should give up. There was no way he could find his wife anymore.

He went back to his hometown and when the villagers saw the depressed look on his face, they were curious because usually he was such a cheerful and optimistic man. They tried asking them but he didn’t respond.

One day, a researcher came up to the man and asked, “What was your wife’s name?”

“Andromeda. I thought I saw her in the stars, but it wasn’t really her, it was just a trick of the eye,” he replied. Just saying her name made him feel upset.

The researcher thought of something. “Thank you so much! I was wondering what that unknown constellation looked like. Now I know the perfect name and I know what to name it!”

The man was confused. He thought his mind was going insane. So he just walked off, even more depressed than ever because everyone thought he was just a joke and he was lying.

And that is how the constellation, Andromeda came to existence.

Weekly 2:

Part1. Transcripts:
By @laluvy and @Coolgirl100-

Coolgirl100-'s answers:

What is your experience if SWC and if you could be in any cabin, what would that cabin be?
{Waves as @laluvy} Hello there!! {smiles} Now, what you asked me is a very interesting question I have never thought of! Of course, it has always been a tradition that you were to be /picked/, but {pauses} well, to have that power to be in a cabin gives me quite a mixed bag of feelings! Well, starting from my experience of SWC, this is my third session, and twice I have been a Mythical! {grins maliciously} This session I am in Horror, which is one of the cabins I would /choose/ to go to. {pauses again, for slightly longer this time} My cabin preferences were Fantasy, Horror, Folklore, and Naan-Fi, and if I got the opportunity to choose, {smiles awkwardly} I wouldn’t! They are all amazing cabins and that’s why I ideally had I go with all four as my preferences than narrowing it down to three! I think many other campers may agree with me as well! {sits back, relaxed} Thank you!

Do you have any hobbies you consider professional? If not, what hobby have you been doing for a very long time?
{smiles happily} Great question laluvy!! Although I do think that I am not professional with any of my hobbies, I do consider art the one I am the one to exceed the most. {blushes in embarrassment} I have lots of experience firsthand, and until recently I am self-taught! {Goes red this time} Of course, I have been doing lots of study with technique and style, which is great!

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laluvy's answers:

What is your opinion on the genre folklore? (not the cabin!)
{pauses, thinking} If I remember correctly, the folklore genre means the passing down of tales and legends throughout generations, like a tradition. I think this process is very astonishing, and I'm sure what we call our classics now would not be what they are if it weren't for word of mouth. {smiles}As an avid reader who reads many classics and enjoys mythology, they are very comforting, and therefore, so is folklore. {nods, continuing to smile}

When and how did you first hear about SWC?
I learned about SWC…{thinks}…last month {nods}. I think I might have stumbled upon an old memory book project on scratch from some previous sessions and that led me to Scratch Writing Camp. I learned more about it and got interested. Before I knew SWC existed, despite my ambition to become an author when I was younger, I barely wrote. This gave me the motivation to do exactly that, and so once camper signups opened, I signed up, and thankfully, I don't regret it {grins}.

What is your opinion on poetry and how it sometimes rhymes or not rhymes?
I think poetry is fascinating. It can express a range of different emotions and that; tied to rhyming. If you converted a book into a poem form, it would reflect the character's disposition so much better, making the most tragical scenes even more sad. I think people make them rhyme just to make it catchy and captivating. When reading a poem, it sounds a bit like a song for the reason being that they both rhyme. Perhaps this is what poems wanted to achieve? To sound musical? –
Of course, not all poetry rhymes. I guess some people just do not fancy the rhyming of poems. Something that both poems, rhyming and not, have are its shortness. It is so entertaining, so mysterious to pause at the end of every short line while reading a poem because you don't know what is going to happen next, so maybe they want readers to focus on that instead of the rhyming part of it. I do love poetry very much, though, and hope it doesn't ever fade away. {smiles]

(336 words from laluvy)

Part 2. Monologues:
*insert monologues*


Part 3. Spoken Poetry:


Part 4. Songwriting: 255 words
Flower used: Rosemary (revival)

Her leather boots click-clacked on the dry ground— weeds unknowingly getting trampled as she walked down the stifling town street, heading to Smith’s Saloon. It had been a hot minute since she had visited a saloon. Ever since she started taking on wanted posters, she had worked laboriously without rest for months. It was good money though, even if she did get shot every now and then.

However, after almost getting her right arm amputated by a catty sawbone that was actually one of the criminals on a $7,500 wanted poster, Vega had decided to take a break and relax for a while before going off again. Smith’s Saloon was “one of the only good ones, and it’s in apple-pie order!” according to her best wheel-horse, Suzanne. It might be nice to have some time off to herself again.

As she neared the saloon almost about to push open the oak door, a shadow fell over her. A black-gloved hand reached over her own, grabbing the brass knob and opening the door for her. The buzz of the saloon drifted out into the chilly night air. “Ladies first,” said an arrogant and honeyed voice from behind her.

Grounding her teeth together, Vega whipped around to see which saphead had decided to crawl his hump with her. It was a varmint barely a head taller than her with a balderdash smirk on his face. “Why’s a little sage hen like you so fit to be tied?” he asked, seeing the hostile expression on her face.

Vega had a hog-killin’ time grinding his pretty face under her shoes that she realized afterward had picked up some kind of animal dung. In any other circumstance would she squinny over someone like him, but this time was different. In no universe would she ever allow somebody to do that to her ever again.


She ended up running into the same fellow again sometime later and soon learned his name was Altair. How grand for someone who couldn't teach a hen to cluck…

***

Two people sat on a hill together, taking turns looking through the telescope they had brought.

“The constellations of Vega and Altair do look bright tonight!”

“Well yes, of course. They always look the brightest on this very day.”

A/N: man i just realized a week later that this doesn't even remotely explain how vega and altair came to be… well, it does kinda ;-;

Ursa Major and Ursa Minor

In the night sky, the bears are hunting.
They’re hungry. They always are.
Stars don’t make for good food, you see. Ever since being banished to the sky, the bears have been starving. And soon they will starve to death - as was foretold. It was their death sentence, so many years ago.
It doesn’t matter how much they try to fight. They’ll get what they deserve, eventually.
Not even bears made of stars can avoid death.


Ursa Major and Ursa Minor - the ‘big bear’ and the ‘little bear’ in the sky. But they weren’t always bears. They were people once.
Their names are lost to history, replaced by latin words astronomers shoved upon them. They didn’t even speak latin; nor english. The language they spoke has not been heard by human ears for thousands of years - but the stars speak it still, even if no-one can hear them.
Not many people know the story of the bears, but I think it’s interesting. Whether it’s true or not, we’ll never know. But all myths have roots in real life, in history. Which is why I’m doing a project on a fable in history class.
I know I’m rambling, so I’ll get to the point. I’ve never been good at essays - but maybe think of this one as a story. I can write stories.

A thousand years ago, the story starts.

A world coated in snow, in the middle of winter. Streets of ice and mist-shrouded houses. There’s frost on the ground.
There’s a boy outside. In the dark. In the snow. He’s looking for something.

Maybe he’s wearing a scarf. A red one would go well with his dark hair. In the moonlight his hair looks almost blue.
He carries a bow over his shoulder, one lone arrow clutched in his gloved hand. His fingers are shaking, his breaths puffing smoke into the cold air.

Let’s pretend he’s called Uakki.
I got that name from google; it’s not fitting for the son of a god. But we can pretend.

He’s going to hunt a bear.
He only has one arrow - but he never misses. He knows this, and he is not nervous.

Meanwhile, his mother is looking for him.
Let’s call her Una. Not fitting for a daughter of gods; but perhaps she took a simple name when she came down to Earth. To fit in with the mortals she was sent to serve.

Serving the mortals was the worst punishment for a disobedient god-child.

And she had argued with her father, argued over the boy who was now tiptoeing down frosted streets trying to kill a bear with a single arrow.

You’re not supposed to argue with a Norse God.

And now she was stuck here, powerless, among mortals that had no idea who she was. The disrespect must have stung - but Una was a survivor. Or whatever her real name was.

Una puts on the stove, awaiting her son’s return. Awaiting breakfast. A squirrel, maybe. Something easily caught with one arrow.

Meanwhile, the boy reaches the woods. The white-painted grass crunches underneath his boots. His eyes flick through the trees, fixating on something in the distance. Something in the distance…

He slips on the frost.

He falls.

I’ve broken my leg, the cowardly boy thinks. I can’t get up.
I’ll just wait here for a bit…
It is quite peaceful here…
Maybe I’ll fall asleep…
Then I won’t need to hunt a bear. Why do I need to do everything anyway? I don’t care about my mother or her stupid breakfast. We can all go hungry for all I care.

And he falls asleep in the snow, resting on a pillow of broken frosted leaves.

And a bear smells the boy on the wind.



“Uakki?”

Where is that stupid boy, Una thinks, as she tramps through the frosted streets. I’m hungry!

He’ll be at the lake. That’s where the best squirrels are.

She’s halfway there when she realizes.

Her heart sinks. He’s not there. She asked him to hunt a bear, didn’t she?

Oh. No.

She changes directions and begins running towards the forest.



Uakki wakes up, frozen and aching and tired and lazy.

And then he sees the bear standing over him.

“Hello,” says the bear. “I’ve come to help you.”

“Do you need a hand?”

“No!” Uakki snaps. “I’ve come to kill you, and I’m going to eat you for breakfast.”

He gets out his arrow, and nocks it to his bow.

“I only want to help you!” The bear cries. “Please! I’m not a bear, I-”

The arrow flies straight into the bear’s heart.

But it’s a human that falls to the ground.

The snow splatters red.

Uakki turns, and runs.

“I’m a bear from the gods,” The boy that used to be a bear gasped. “I help people! I grant wishes! I-”

And he died.



The gods saw all this.

And with a flick of their godly wrists, Uakki fell to the ground. His legs no longer human, but that of a great black bear.

They hoped he would learn more kindness as the new wishing-bear.



“Uakki!”

Una is still looking for her son when she comes across a bear.

If my pathetic son can’t kill one, I’ll do it myself, she declares. The bear comes closer, and she pulls out her knife.

The black bear’s eyes widen. “Please!” he begs. “I’m not a bear, I’m-”

But Una never hears the last two words, because the bear is dead.

Snow splatters red.

Uakki rises from his body, rises all the way up to the sky, and speaks the words his mother can never hear.

“I’m - your son.”

But Una is a daughter of gods, after all. And although she can’t hear Uakki, she can hear the rumbling fury of her fathers as they scream from the heavens-

“What have you done?”

There’s a sinking feeling in Una’s chest. She doesn't know what she’s done; but she knows she will be punished.

She runs to the edge of the forest, runs across the lake.

But it is morning. And the ice is beginning to crack.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

The ice breaks. And Una plunges downwards.

But she doesn’t fall into the water. She falls into the sky.




(fin)

Main cabin daily - constellations!
November 10th, 2022

The formation of Cassiopeia is a tale as old as time, a tale of sibling love and sibling rivalry. Mostly sibling rivalry. The glimmering constellation has been shining in the sky for as long as anyone can remember, but its five main stars weren’t always as content with their cosmic location as they are today. According to the legends, these siblings’ quarrels almost got two of them trapped in a cinema for eternity! How much of these tales are fact and how much is just fiction, nobody knows.

Many years ago, there were five siblings. The eldest, known today as Schedar (but it’s said her name is truly Skye), was the slayiest of all the siblings. Three of her younger siblings were resentful of Skye’s power to sparkle and slay, but her fourth (known today as Gamma but truly called Stingray) was eternally in awe of Skye’s true amazingness. Stingray thought she had her life all figured out: Skye would take over the world, and Stingray would be chilling in the background, preferably with a calm job at a graphic design firm.
Unfortunately for all of them, things didn’t quite work out as planned.

The three younger siblings, whose names are Segin, Ruchbah, and Caph, all decided to plot against Skye and Stingray (who had self-deprecation issues and refused to accept that she was almost, if not just as, slay as her older sister). They had a majorly genius plan to trap Skye and Stingray in a movie theater and take over the universe!

Luckily, Luna the moon, their fairy godparent and the only mature person in this story, decided xe had to interfere. After all, if Skye and Stingray were trapped in a cinema, the cinema would probably explode from the power of their combined awesomeness. Fortunately for everyone in the story, Luna had magical (and rather tyrannical) powers, and xe were able to trap Skye, Stingray, and their siblings in the Milky Way forever.

Luna named their new cosmic domain C.A.S.S.I.O.P.E.I.A. - it is an acronym for Can’t Allow Stingray and Skye In Open Excellence Interference Arguments. According to the myths, the siblings are still up there - though far enough away from each other that they can’t argue any more. But if you listen carefully, Stingray is still up there shouting that Skye is the slayiest…

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authors note - this was genuinely fun to write and no arguments skye you're the best <33 I didn't do the greatest job at sticking to the essay style, but I hope it's okay!

Pyxis – The Compass (594 words)

For millennia, humans have been looking up at the dark expanse of the night sky and pondering the meaning of patterns that they found in the stars. These groups of flickering light, returning season after season, guided our ancestors to navigate and explore our world. Over time and space, the stars have been given many names and stories, tied to gods and heroes of the distant past, or simple tools and beings of everyday life. The group of stars known as Pyxis, or “the compass,” is no exception.

Known as part of a legendary temple by the Ancient Chinese, part of the Argo’s mast by the ancient Greeks, and a simple navigation tool by a 17th-century French astronomer, the compass is a clear example of how the meanings of the stars shift over time. And there is yet another hidden story behind this lesser-known constellation. As to its accuracy? Like all old stories, you must judge for yourself.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, celestial beings crossed the seas of the night in a great ship with sails of light and hulls of stardust. Their planet destroyed as the sun (no doubt furious at the constant persecution of their shoulders) transformed into a supergiant, the beings set a course for the nearest habitable system. It was their best chance to find a new home.

And so they sailed through frigid, dark oceans choppy with the disintegrating tails of comets. Their navigators, the great celestial arsonforg and finch, kept the ship on course as they steered around enormous asteroids and the devastating energy blasts of neutron stars. They worked well in tandem, for the first half of the journey, and the beings began to hope that they would soon again find a world they could call their own.

Then, perhaps in the wake of one last act of revenge of the sun they had spited, disaster struck. One of the compasses that the navigators had been using disappeared from the ship, with not a trace left behind. The beings ransacked the ship, but there was no sign of the missing astrolabe. And so they had to make do with the single compass remaining on board.

For the first few days, it worked well. The second compass had been largely redundant; simply a way for the second navigator to feel useful and double-check the calculations of the first.

But as they continued on their celestial voyage, the twin navigators began to feel jealous whenever it was the other’s turn to guide the ship. One morning (although there aren’t really such things in space), the pair forgot who had last had the privilege of using the compass. Tensions thickening, voices rising, the other crewmates trying and failing to intervene, their fight rocked the ship, sending waves across the celestial sea. And as angry hands swatted and snatched for the compass, it was knocked into the air, flying far across the sky.

There was a silence as they watched it land, far, far away, only a pinprick of light against the waves.

And then the light went out.

And the compass… was gone.

The celestial beings had no choice but to sail onwards, adrift in the great ocean.

Trapped forever with the aftermath of the storm.

And the compass remained there in the sky, taking on many names over the millennia.

Until one day, a French astronomer looked up and remembered the story.

And gave the constellation its name.

Pyxis.

(moral of the story do not steal sun’s shoulders the end)

Daily - 10th
365 words
Constellations: Ursa Major and Ursa Minor

tw: death

wow, all my stories end in people dying so far- haha


In the ancient times, before human civilizations roamed the globe, a small, baby bear lived peacefully with his mother. These bears lived in harmony with nature, and were extra careful to only take what they absolutely needed. ‘Greed’ was not a part of their vocabulary, and neither was ‘destruction’, or ‘hatred’. The light of heaven shone down apon these bears proudly, as they were living as life was supposed to be lived.

One dark, silent night, the baby bear fell ill. He couldn't move, for he felt so unwell and in pain. Although his caring mother tried her best to restore his health, some things just cannot be prevented. The baby died a silent, painless death in his sleep.

The heavens above felt bad that such a sweet, pure soul had been taken from Earth. They wished to give this young bear another opportunity to shine in his glory. So, as they were unable to send him back to Earth, they gave him a new home, in the stars. This young bear was named Ursa Minor, or Small Bear.

Back on Earth, the mother bear, though saddened by her loss, decided to keep living for the benefits lf the Earth. On a journey for food, she encountered another young, small bear. Reminded of her sweet son, she took the young bear in and cared for her as if she was her own.

As time passed, this mother bear began to grow old. One blissful night spread it's comforting blanket of darkness over Earth, and the mother fell into an enchanting sleep. Like her son, she passed peacefully. There was no pain during her death.

Once again, the heavens did not want to let this beautiful soul go to waste. They took the mother bear to live with her son in the stars. She was named Ursa Major, or Great Bear.

Even now, if you look up to the stars, you can see these peaceful bears shine their light and goodness down to Earth. And they will continue to set their innocent, harmless example down, as the time goes on. The heavens open their arms to you, child, and maybe someday you may join these bears.

The Ursa Major is basically a great big bear. At the end of the day, do you ever wonder why the Ursa Major was named the “Ursa Major”. Well, to fully comprehend that, we have to look at the history of events that led up to this. First of all, there was a girl named Ursula, who was the princess of her tribe, the Azaytans. She was valued and respected by her whole community, since she was responsible and always looked after the tribe. One day, when Ursula was out exploring the winds, like the spirited girl she is, she noticed a shadow following her. Curious as to whom it may belong to, she hid behind a nearby tree. There, in the open moonlight, Ursula saw a boy whom she had never seen before. He was wearing similar clothes as the Maztayecs, the rivals of the Azaytans. Suddenly she heard her name being called out - it was the boy. Ursula came out from behind the trees and presented herself, not knowing what would happen. Instead of attacking each other, like they were both trained to do, they got to know each other and became close friends. Every night, after curfew, both of them would sneak out of their tribe, and meet up at the very same tree. After a lot of these nightly excursions, they began to drift deep in love. Spending more time together, and disappearing from their tribes’ for longer hours.

One night, after the boy, Maior, went out to meet Ursula, a guard came into his room. The guard immediately noticed that Maior was missing and alerted the tribes’ fighters. Maior’s father insisted on a thorough search of the tribe region, and told the guard to go look for him in the forest. When the guard sprinted through the forest in search of Maior he heard a couple of giggling voices. Following these sounds, he found Maior.. and another girl whom he did not know. The guard immediately rushed back to Maior’s father to convey the urgent news. There, the guard was ordered to kill the mysterious girl at all costs. The guard, frightened at what he had to do, trudged his way back to the forest. He drew out his arrow, locked his target, and was suddenly thrown to the ground by Maior. After a lengthy battle, the guard, once again drew out his arrow, and fired. It soared through the air. Silence.

~ To be continued ~

Cygnus the Swan is my constellation



One night, two people were in a field.

One was plaiting the others’ hair. They smiled as they weaved the hair back and forth, back and forth. There was a lot of long, luscious hair to be braided back, but no-one complained. They were happy to sit silently in each others’ company, enjoying the peace. The sounds of the night washed over them and they both smiled.

A flight of swans landed softly on the long grass nearby. They were beautiful and graceful. They paraded and glided around, basking in the moonlight of the night. They were perfect. Except one swan. This swan was lame on one wing, and had landed awkwardly on the ground. The swan had tried to join in with the prancing of the others, but when it did, it was laughed at.

“Little mistake! Little duck! Little one-wing! You think you can be with us? Never! You can barely fly, little mistake! Don’t ruin our perfect dance, little mistake! Little mistake! Little duck! Little one-wing!” shouted all of the other perfect swans over and over at the lame swan. But the lame swan was young, and it lumbered around hopefully, trying to appease the others.

When the swans flew away again, it lagged behind still, and nobody helped it. The people only looked on.

The next night, the two people sat back in the field, one plaiting the others’ hair. The swans came again, the lame one always uneven and ugly to watch. The cries of “Little mistake! Little duck! Little one-wing!” were crowed by the swans. It did not deter the lame swan. The people watched and did nothing.

For the next twenty nights, the people came to the field and one plaited the others’ hair. The lame swan flew in after the other swans, interrupting their pristine dance. And again, the shouts of “Little mistake! Little duck! Little one-wing!” tormented it.

This time, the swan ducked its head. Over the weeks it had become less and less eager and excited and ready to please. It believed that it was a mistake. That it should never have been hatched.

The swan stood still for a long minute. And then it asked, very softly of the greatest, most majestic swan, “Am I truly a mistake?”

The swans laughed and laughed and laughed in the lame swans’ face. There were shouts of amusement. “Yes, little mistake, yes! Of course! What is a bird who can’t fly?” reverberated about the field.

And the lame swan realized, in that moment, that it would never be accepted. Though it could not control the injury to its wing, it would never be as great as the other swans, the other swans who were graceful and amazing and perfect.

The lame swan gazed pleadingly at the people who had watched for the twenty days. It begged for a moment of sympathy, of love.

But the people did nothing.

The lame swan let out a sob and launched into the sky, flying lopsidedly as fast as it could. It passed the sky and went into the stars. And there forever it was immortalized, fleeing the brutality of the world where it had to be perfect.



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The mermaids were all resting together on the cluster of rocks, waiting for the assembly to start. Though not required, the mermaids were near to the shore. The water met the rocks in swaying motions. Seagulls squawked above the land and the sun, partly obscured by clouds, was high in the sky. At the songful blow of the conch shell, they flip-flopped to take their seats around the assembly
“Hello. Welcome you all to our meeting,” the leader of the assembly spoke in mermish, as he lifted his great trident.
“Today we have gathered for…” he turned to look to his right.
The mermaid on the right told a mermaid on his far left, “Bring him in.”
With magic, the mermaid on his far left messaged the Bringers.
A seaman, heavily dressed in silver spikes and buckles, came in, pushing along a human.
The human had seatowel covering his head, and cords tying their hands that I was fairly sure were bounded by magic.
“Do you know why you have came here?” the mermaid, who had just been using magic, said. “Or why you have been taken here.” She murmurered with a slight shake of her head. After a second, seeming to realize he had the seatowel over him, she angrily erupted, “Take the cloth off!”
The guard in spikes took the seatowel off of the human. The human looked around in confusion, eyes widening when he saw the mermaids. He kept his head down. He was a young human, a child to the mermaids but perhaps a teenager to humans.
“You're the one who took the fish.” She said to him.
He looked at her and his eyes turned white completely, and he cracked a maniac smile as power surged from him.
“Guards, hold him back!” The mermaid leader shouted.

Nov. 11th Bi-Fi Daily

Word Count: 391

Abraham Johnson was a man of great ambition, and had been for as long as anyone could remember. You could rest assured that whatever Abraham Johnson set his mind on, he would get it done, and then some. It was, quite honestly, a rather admirable trait. The problem with Abraham Johnson layed not in his ambition, but rather what he used that ambition to achieve.  
Abraham Johnson was not, as you might say, a man of honest and good morals. Quite the opposite, in fact. Which of course was a problem. 
“Hans!” Abraham called from his seat behind his large desk. Rumor had it that it had belonged to some great leader of years gone by, but no one could agree on who. “Hans, come here!” 
A tall, wiry man with tiny, beady pupils entered the room, having to duck down to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe. “Yes, Master Johnson?” 
“I've come up with a brilliant plan, Hans. This one will make me rich beyond your wildest dreams.” Abraham looked almost giddy at the idea. 
“Do tell,” The wiry man -who we can assume to be Hans- said in what was unmistakably a bored tone. As it was, Abraham was already rich well beyond any of Hans's dreams, or indeed that of most men. To Abraham, however, his fortune was hardly half of the wealth he hoped to acquire. 
“Look at this, Hans,” Abraham said, spreading a map across his desk. He smoothed it out and pointed to an island that was separate from the rest of the land masses on the paper. “This is, if my translations are correct, the Lost Island of Gold.” 
“Where the Gold Granting Statue of Ferdinand Guard is said to be hidden?” Hans asked. “But, sir, that's just a tall tale. Something silly to tell children.” 
“Ah, that's what you think. But my research says otherwise. I believe the statue is very, very real. And if I had it in my possession, I would be the richest man alive.” 
“You wish to attempt to retrieve it, then, I presume?” 
“Quite so, Hans, quite so. It won't do to be too spontaneous about it, however. It's said to be guarded by enchantments and spirits alike. I will need time to plan. But when I finally have it… when I have it, I'll be rich.”