• Weekly - Letters •
1813 words

Horror - 121 words
Dear sibling, how’s the underworld?
I’m looking forward to meeting with you soon. I was wondering if you’d like to come to the inn instead of me visiting the underworld. I know we had already agreed on this, but I really find it way easier and comfortable to meet in my inn. As you know I don’t travel much, and a change of airs would probably be good for you. Either way, good luck with that ghost, I hope it doesn’t cause you much trouble. If you need help with anything, don't hesitate to write. Though let’s be honest, letters take ages to get to the underworld and they take even longer to get out.
Love, your sibling, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn

Hi-Fi - 134 words
Dear Hi-Fi robber,
How is my favourite robber and best customer doing? I heard about last week’s robbery, was that you? If so, I bet you wouldn’t mind staying a few days in the inn. I’d love to hear all about it. But please don’t talk publicly about it in my inn, it would surely ruin its good reputation. Imagine everyone knowing the owner of the best inn in town is friends with a train robber. It would be a whole disaster. Still, I hope you get this letter and can stay at the inn for a few days to catch up. And don't forget, I do not let you stay for free my dear. Even you have to pay, cause we both know; business is business.
Good luck,
Your friend, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn

Fan-Fi - 142 words
To the Fan-Fi Time Traveling Agent,
I know it’s been a long time since I last wrote, but I believe I have a problem in the inn. It was just a normal day in the inn, there were a lot of customers. Some were signing up, others looking for their rooms and others just chatting in the lobby. I walked next to a group of people when I heard something… disturbing. Three of my customers were talking about books, but about hating them. They want to make a move, some sort of campaign. These are extreme book haters, they will do anything they can for more people to hate books.

I am aware you are having a busy time, but I thought you might like knowing. I’ll try shushing them off, but I don’t know how much I can do.
Sincerely, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn

Sci-Fi - 161 words
Dear Sci-Fi Simulation Project President,
I know you have your own and incredibly difficult problems at the moment, but I need a favor. The lights and some other electronics are faulty, I really don’t know what is happening. I hope you don’t mind sending one of your technicians to check it out. Anyone with experience would be good, if one of your vice presidents could also come around it would be awesome. I hope it’s not too much trouble, but I really want to make some adjustments to the inn.

If you are not able to send anyone please let me know, and I’ll look for another solution. Maybe you could send a video telling me how to do some things? Though I don’t know how that will work. Then again, sorry for the inconvenience. I wish you my best with your project, if you ever need anything let me know.
My best wishes to you, Finn from the Real-Fi In

Poetry - 116 words
Host of Poetry's Isle of Fame,
I've followed your competition through TV, you really have impressive competitors and challenges. They are all doing pretty good, though I feel like they could use a break. They are training basically day and night, and the challenges seem energy-draining. How about they stay a few days in my inn? I know it may seem crazy but it could help them. Give them a break between one of the challenges. Maximum 3 days if you agree, and because I enjoy your competition so much I could give you a discount. The inn is incredibly comfortable and I'm sure it will help all your competitors.
Yours, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn

Thriller - 109 words
Thriller expedition leader,
As I hope you know, I own an inn. And at this time of the year I get a lot of guests. I've been receiving comments of guests being bored. I remember when you took a bunch of people I know to explore the ocean. It was a one day thing, but I remember they came back really happy. I want to make a deal with you. I'll recommend your services to my guests and you'll stay some days at my inn. It's a deal that will benefit us both, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it here. Think about it.
Sincerely, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn.

Mystery - 128 words
Hello Mystery Train Conductor,
I am really sorry to hear your train was robbed last week. I hope nothing of value was taken from you. If by any chance I hear any rumors here in the inn, I'll be sure to inform you and the authorities. Rumors come and go fast here, so anything I hear will get to you as soon as possible.
I hope I can be of any help to you. I'm sure there is one detective staying in the inn, I'll try to contact them. If he agrees and you are okay with it, I'll give them the name of the station where you'll be soon. Though if I'm sincere he may have already left. I hope not.
Sincerely, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn.

Non-Fi - 151 words
Dear Naan,
How is your bakery doing? For the quantity of bread I receive per day I would say pretty good, but you tell me. About the bakery, your top three employees are doing fantastically. I heard they’re in a hiring process right now, you’ll have an incredible baker team. So, I know I receive a lot of bread and you put my inn in a spotlight. But I would like to edit my order a bit. Maybe you could send me more sweet bread? I noticed the guests like it a lot and it runs out fast. I know the bakery is busy, but I hope you can change our deal to add more sweet bread or change the order to put more sweet bread and less normal bread. I’ll visit the bakery soon to choose which bread I’d like you to send.
My regards, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn.

Fantasy - 121 words
To the Steampunk Sanctuary,
What are you? Who are you? What in the world is going on? I’ve heard so many rumors about this magic sanctuary with griffins, and pixies. I’d like to know more about it. Believe me, this is not the first time I see magic. Don’t take me wrong, I adore everything that is not normal, but I have a small problem with your magic creatures. I not only heard rumors about magic creatures, but I encountered one at the inn’s entrance! I need you to control your creatures or I’ll have to do something about it. I just can’t have wolves, griffin’s or whatever lurking around. I hope you understand it.
Sincerely, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn

Adventure - 138 words
Dear knight from the Adventure Kingdom,
I heard you’re coming to town looking for brave people to help you fight against the monsters. I’m going to kindly ask you to keep your business out of my inn. Guests get really annoyed whenever someone just starts trying to ‘recruit’ them. I’ll allow you to come one or two days and talk to people, but I will not allow you to make a big show as you knights always do. If by any chance you don’t follow my rules I’ll have to kick you out of the inn, and believe me I’ll do it gladly. As another way to get you as far as possible out of my inn, I’ll make some flyers you can paste around town.
Hoping not to hear from you soon, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn.

Dystopian - 112 worlds
To the celestial from the Dystopian Realm,
It’s surprising I hear from you again! I heard there are some intruders in your realm these days, good luck with them. I hope they cause you some trouble and make you learn valuable lessons the hard way. On the other hand, it’s been a year since you came to my inn. What a terrible week was that. I hope we never repeat that, and I also hoped I never had to hear of you again. But apparently everywhere I hear news from you. You are on the top of the chart, if you know what I mean.
Well, goodbye, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn.

Bi-Fi - 130 words
Dear Bi-Fi Cinema Owner,
I’ve got some complaints for you. Your cinema is right in front of my inn, and it’s been causing quite a commotion! I don’t know and don’t want to know what is going on in there, but I beg you to control it. My guests are complaining about how there are weird sounds coming from the cinema. No one even wants to get close to it. I know you closed up a few days ago, and I don’t know why but you should check if everything is in order. If I keep hearing extremely loud noises, like the screams and “roars” I’ll have to call the police to check on it. I hope you do what is best for you,
Yours, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn.

Script - 135 words
Director of Script: The Musical
I am aware your musical is still in process but almost done. I’ve investigated a bit on you, and wow there are so many musicals you’ve directed. Though none of them have been a big deal. I would like to help you change that with Script: The Musical, of course for a certain price. Look, the problem with your productions is that you don’t have enough contacts to lift them up. To your luck, I do. If you and some members of your cast drop a visit at my inn, I’ll be sure to get a deal with you. Let’s help each other. Believe me, without this you won’t get as much success as you could get with my help.
My best wishes to you, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn.

Folklore - 115 words
To the songwriter from Folklore Trails,
Your songs have inspired me deeply. I listen to them every single day, and I truly want to thank you. I know it’s almost impossible that this letter reaches you but still, I’ll write some things to you hoping you find it. First of all, I’m so sorry you’re stuck in the Folklore Trails, but the little fangirl in me hopes a lot of good songs come from that. I’ve been looking for ways to help you out of there, but apparently no one knows anything. You are a fighter so I’ll know you’ll get out of there.
I hope the best for you, Finn from the Real-Fi Inn.

• Daily 8
325 words •

Two Cries
Two cries; a life, a death.
6 words

Just Three Months
The first month. I looked directly into your eyes, an ocean of dreams and hope. Everything about you was perfect. My dream would come true, and I would be yours. Just some time until I had the courage to talk to you. There was nothing I could lose if I waited a month. A month to build up courage, to know what to say, to feel okay.
The second month. It is the time, or it will be soon. I'm ready to talk, to confess and to really know you. I just need to find a moment. A moment where you're alone, a moment for us. It can't be that hard, just a moment for everything to be said. Soon, I'll find the moment, I know I will.
The third month. It did not come. I lost the moment. I had many chances and never took them, now I have none. She is with you, you seem happy. If I had built the courage, if I had talked and raised my voice maybe something would have happened. But I stayed quiet, wanting to stay safe. Didn't work out as I still got hurt. And that's what it took, just three months for me to find you and to lose you.
210 words

My two loves
I held her tight, she was so beautiful. Her eyes shone with life and her smile was contagious. Her clothes were soft, and a light yellow color. They had a daisy embroidered. I smiled back and then looked back forward.
“I promise I'll take care of her. I'll make her be the happiest person alive, and she'll have all my love.” I said, “If she ever feels sad I'll remember what you would do. I'll give her a life as good as this one was.”
I took a flower, a marigold, and layed it in the tomb.
“I promise, my love. I'll raise our daughter, just like you would.”
109 words

• Real-Fi Inn POTD •
102 words
As I barely know how to cook anything I would probably make some quesadillas. They would be with corn tortillas and I would have different cheeses as I know a lot of people don't like strong cheese. My main cheeses would be Chihuaha and Oaxaca. Then if people want I would add ham to their quesadillas and I would prepare a salsa to go with it. If they don't want salsa they could just eat it like that. And as I like it I would give them a Valentina salsa to put to the quesadillas if they don't want the salsa I prepared.

• Daily 10 - Draco •
311 words

Draco, the constellation after which Draco Luscius Malfoy was named. Its name (Draco) means “the dragon” in latín. It is a Greek constellation which surged thousands of years ago. Draco has 14 main stars. One of them being its brightest star, Eltanin and the rest of them, his 13 friends. Before they became stars, Entanin and his friends used to cause trouble in the village they lived in. They locked people inside places, burned people's clothes, and even took their animals some times. Everyone in the village hated Entanin and his troupe, but no one really knew who they were.

One day someone caught a glimpse of Entain’s face and recognized him. When a crowd of people reached his house to make him pay for everything he had done, he blamed it on his friends. He never accepted that it was his fault, to that moment until his death–which would be days later–he said his friends hadn’t been careful enough. Mad at them he revealed their names. When the villagers took captive all of them they began blaming each other on who had turned them in. None of them imagined it would be their leader, and dearest friend, Entain. They kept fighting, saying the worst of each other and cursing their names. Soon enough Entain was brought to them, he revealed he had been the one who gave them away. But instead of apologizing he blamed them for being caught in the first place.
The village sacrificed every single one of them. As a punishment for fighting at the end instead of staying as a team, the gods transformed them into stars. This way they would have to stick together till the end of time. The constellation is a clear example of how leaving each other, and not staying together in the worst times can make a lot of people fall.

• Weekly 2 •
1450 words

Part 1 - Transcribing Interviews
477 words (210 my interview, 267 Inky's interview)

Inky: Hello, Re! {smiles politely across the table at Re} Thank you for being here with me today. I’m working on a project about the food preferences of SWCers, and so for research purposes would like to ask you a few questions on the subject. {produces a notebook and red pen from her pocket, in preparation for Re’s responses} Here’s a basic one just to get us started off: what are your favorite and least favorite foods?

Re: Hmm {looks up} I love food in general so it's a hard question. But as I have a sweet tooth I would say probably chocolate. {smiles} Though if we're talking about food that isn't a sweet I would say pizza. I /adore/ pizza. {face lightens up}. Now least favorite food.. {pauses to think} brocoli. I just don't stand it. How it smells specially.

Inky: {scribbling furiously in her notebook} Pizza is delicious! What are your favorite toppings?

Re: Pepperoni! {chuckles} Might be basic but it is. Though I also like serrano ham and sometimes arugula. But most of the time I prefer simple pepperoni in my pizza. And please do not mention pineapple when it comes to pizza. I just can't stand that.

Inky: {nodding} Pineapple is awful on pizza, I agree! {jots something down, then glances back up at Re} On a slightly different topic, what is your favorite meal of the day?

Re: Lunch totally. Breakfast is too early to eat too much, and dinner is too late. {shrugs} In lunch I can eat a lot and afterwards I can eat dessert without my parents telling me not to! And lunch is at a time where can eat and I can eat more afterwards cause there is more space in my stomach. Do you know what I mean? {tilts head]

Inky: Oh, absolutely! {her pen scratches furiously across the page} There are less rules for lunch, right - you can really eat whatever you want without people judging you. {pauses to write one last note} What is your personal favorite food for lunch?

Re: This time I don't think I have a favourite food. {frowns} Lunch is where I eat anything I feel like, so it's never the same actually. Though my lunch always includes fruit and some sweet.

Inky: I see. {pauses to write something, then flips the notebook shut and tucks it into her pocket} Well, those are all the questions that I have for you today. It was lovely talking to you. {smiles gratefully} Thank you for taking the time to participate in my project!

Part 2 - Monologue
664 words (315 written by me)

Context statement (written by me, 68 words)
“I’m done with the weekly.” she said, “How are you not done yet? It’s the last day.”
“I know, I know. But I’ve just been procrastinating so much that I’m doing it at the last minute, again.” I whined
“I don’t understand your procrastination, it is not that hard to do it without getting distracted.”
Doing it without getting distracted, did she really think it was that simple?

My part of the monologue. (247 words)

Procrastination is not that simple. There are a lot of things behind it, and I shouldn’t be judged because I procrastinate. Sometimes you just have to do something else, you need to clear your mind. And there are times–most of the time–when you get distracted because your brain is just tired. You say you’ll do it in a minute, and that you just have to take a small break. But that small break becomes larger and larger every time, until it’s been days and you still haven’t done anything.
Sometimes you’re just lazy and that leads you to procrastinating. But there are other times where you know you have to do something, you are not doing it and that leads to you stressing. Because even if you know you have to do it, and you have the intention of doing it you just don’t. And that horrible feeling of “why am I not doing it, I should be doing it, why am I doing this instead!” Is what goes through my mind every single day. And I hate when you say I’m lazy, because that feeling is not laziness. Laziness is the feeling of “I have to do that but I prefer not doing it, that will come later.” What happens to me is executive dysfunction, and it makes me procrastinate a lot. And I bet you also procrastinate! Even if you don’t notice it and maybe it’s not as much as in my case, you procrastinate.

Part Two (by Inky, 349 words)
Don’t you dare try to deny it. No human can claim to not have procrastinated at least once in their lifetime. Perhaps you pride yourself on your work ethic and time management. Perhaps you are the type to finish your school assignments the day they were assigned. And yet you have procrastinated. You have, at least once, allowed yourself a break. A respite. A moment of relief, a decision along the lines of “This can wait a moment” or “I can put my chores off until tomorrow.” No one can continually grind out work without running out of steam at some point. No one can make it through life without occasionally procrastinating.

Some people might argue that there is a difference between prolonged procrastination and taking healthy breaks. That is, admittedly… a correct statement. I do not care. We all have different ways of working, Some people get all jobs done immediately, as soon as possible, hours and days before the deadline. Others, like me, wait and stress and work for two seconds and wait and stress some more. Then in a burst of panicked oh-shoot-it’s-due-tomorrow-and-I-only-have-a-quarter-done energy we finish the project at five in the morning. Is that such a bad thing? We completed just as much work as you did. We put in all the effort, learned all the lessons, got the grade. Our healthy breaks just happen to be longer than yours, and not spaced as evenly apart.

Right now, I am sleep deprived. I am stressed. I am angry at myself for procrastinating, and also angry at her for suggesting that procrastination is a problem that one can easily fix. I am tired, confused, and in a state where my organized arguments turn into confused rants. But there is one thing I am sure of: procrastination is not just a habit of the lazy. It is not something that can be waved away with a bit of concentration. It is an active force of human life.

I do not procrastinate because I choose to. I procrastinate because I know no other way of getting work done.

Part 3 - Spoken Poem
563 words | 3 mins, 8 secs

You Don’t Know
You see the short girl with glasses over there?
She’s a deadly gun, who could end you in an instant.
That smiley face, and her quiet mouth
Hides the mess that goes through her head.

The school jock who has the best body
He hates the sport, he just wants to rest.
He has tried to quit, but what would everyone say?
He doesn’t want that trouble, might as well stay.

And oh the Starbucks lady who made you a bad face
She’s in a rough time, trying to pay her rent.
She’s working three jobs to give food to her kid
Who doesn’t go to school, they can’t afford it.

You don’t know them, just as you don’t know me
So why are you saying that I am a certain way?
The fire that’s coming out of your mouth,
Is corrupting my city, house by house.

Just because you see some tattoos in their arm
Doesn’t mean they’re a criminal or that they do something bad.
The way I wear my clothes or the look on my face
Doesn’t tell you any minimum thing about what happened in my day.

You don’t know what’s going on my mind
Just because you heard what someone else said.
And you don’t know the person I am
Thanks to the fact that you’ve seen me one time.

Why are blonde and brunette two different types of girls?
Why are we defined by such simple words?
We’re not food to be labeled, we’re people; human beings
That person in the street isn’t a type of chocolate for you to put a name on.

You don't know what my personality is like
Just because I wear jeans, shorts or some pants.
And my nationality is not what defines
Things about me that you decide are real facts

You see the woman who always enters the bar?
She works there, every single night.
You thought she drank a lot but you were so wrong.
She's just trying to find a way to afford going home.

And then again you see the guy who's always in black
You judged him and said he's emo when it's not really that.
Black's his favorite color; he thinks it looks nice
But soon he stopped wearing it because he just felt like trash.

You made another assumption which again was wrong
Why would you keep making people feel like they don’t belong?
Stop with the assumptions and get to know other people
Don’t judge them the moment you set your eyes on them like an eagle.

The worst thing is that we’ve been proved this is not right
Yet we keep doing it, and we hurt each others' hearts.
Why keep going like this when we know we can change?
Are we really that lazy to open our minds for a sec

So? /long pause/ what do you have to say against every word I said?
Not a lot I hope because that would make me sad.
I’m tired and you know, you’re not the only one
I’ve also done these things and made mistakes like that.

The point is not to make yourself feel like you’re bad
But to think about the words you say or things you think.
Because maybe one day you’ll be the one they judge
And the fire you threw before will be thrown back to you.

Part 4 - Songwriting
362 words

Title: Helebore

Verse 1:
There it goes, my sanity
hoping away like a white rabbit.
You took everything from me
to the point where I decided to do bad things.

Mistakes, I’ll always regret
they flipped my mind like a pancake
they called me nuts and said I was lost
so I forced them to give me everything they got

Pre-Chorus:
I-I-I just lost my mind
What should I do-o-o
Maybe throw myself from the roof
But hey wouldn’t that be madness

Chorus:
Oh helebore, why aren’t you answering my call?
Is it me who went crazy?
Or just you who made me like this.
Oh helebore, what’s all this noise around me?
Is this madness in my head?
Or am I finally thinking straight?

Verse 2:
Everyone broke me
Calling me names and hitting me.
How did you expect me
not to go crazy and be like this.

I am not your perfect girl
I lie awake while I’m in my bed.
Thinking ‘bout the things I did
laughing maniacally cause I guess I like it.

Pre-Chorus:
I-I-I have lost my mind
What did I do-o-o
maybe throw myself from the roof
but that would’ve been madness

Chorus:
oh helebore, why aren’t you answering my call?
Is it me who went crazy?
Or just you who made me like this.
Oh helebore, what’s all this noise around me?
Is this madness in my head?
Or am I finally thinking straight?

Bridge:
In such a short time
I guess I became a madwoman
I did things I truly regret
and others I’d happily do again

But the lesson I learned the hard way
is to not trust others completely
cause I guess that’s the way
I became pure madness

Pre-chorus:
I-I-I did lost my mind
What didn’t I do-o-o
Maybe keep myself away from the roof
Cause that would’ve been madness

Chorus:
Oh helebore, why aren’t you answering my call?
Is it me who went crazy?
Or just you who made me like this.
Oh helebore, what’s all this noise around me?
Is this madness in my head?
Or am I finally thinking straight?

End:
Oh helebore, why didn’t you answer my call?
I had to go crazy
Cause I didn’t want to be like this.

• bi-daily 13/14 - SWC Comedy Skit •
419 words
(@-Alocasia as Alba, @Bellevue91 as Birdi, @honeybreeze as Sawyer, @whiteandblackcat as Kat, @-ChocoLoco- as Bakie)


*Birdi runs frantically into the room. She pushes the door which later hits her in the face*
BIRDI: Who did it?! *everyone in the room turns towards Birdi* Come on! Spill the tea, who did it?
SAWYER: Who did what?
BIRDI: I know someone in this room decided it was funny to set my cabin on fire during the last hour of cabin wars. Who. Did. It.
ALBA: Birdi, you are overreacting. Now one here knows what you are talking about, maybe it was just a prank made by your campers.
BAKIE: Yeah, why are you worrying about that now? We were about to have a mango feast!
*pulls mango out of her sleeve and throws it at Birdi*
*Birdi takes a step left and the mango smashes straight in the white wall *
BAKIE: For the record, Kat threw that mango and I’m not cleaning that up
SAWYER: Kat’s not even here
*All of them laugh except Birdi*
BIRDI: I’m serious here! Who set my cabin on fire! It was you, right Alba!
ALBA: Nope, wasn’t me. And all of us are serious. Seriously crazy.
*They all laugh again and Birdi leaves the room*
*Sawyer turns to Alba*
SAWYER: You did it, right?
ALBA: Of course I did. Once an arsonist always an arsonist. And Birdi’s was the closest cabin; I was too lazy to get to your cabin.
SAWYER: WHAT
*Birdi kicks the door and it hits her in the face. Again.*
BIRDI: I knew it! IT WAS YOU!
*Alba narrows her eyes and looks at Birdi*
ALBA: Who is YOU?
*Birdi loses it and throws herself at Alba*
BIRDI: Ah! Quieres bronca eh, quieres bronca
*Alba leaves Birdi’s hair*
ALBA: Yes! Wait, what is that?
BIRDI: I have no clue! Heard it somewhere, and I had to repeat it.
*Alba proceeds to take Birdi’s hair again and give it a pull*
BIRDI: Stop pulling my hair!
ALBA: Stop blaming me for something I actually did!
*Bakie and Sawyer separate them and make them apologize*
BIRDI: Sorry I got so mad I attacked you
ALBA: Sorry I was too lazy to get all the way to Sawyers cabin and decided to get yours on fire then. But it was too far away and I needed to get something on fire.
*Each of them take a mango and start eating*
*Kat enters the room panting. She catches her breath*
KAT: Someone set ALL cabins on fire!
*Birdi turns around to face Alba but she’s no longer there.*
BIRDI: ALBAAAA!

• Daily 16 - Colors •
225 words

{TW: blood mention}

She ‘s crazy. Was his first thought. He was not wrong, she was indeed a bit crazy. But she was fun crazy, cool crazy, or like he called it, rainbow crazy. No one really understood his definition of her, not even her.

“What color am I being now?” she asked one day while swinging from the monkey bars.
“Yellow crazy.” He said, “You’re bubbly, you’re laughing and making me laugh. But other people are worried you’ll fall or that there’s something wrong with you. But we know you are just having fun.”

She smiled, let herself go and fell to the floor. She fell on her butt, but instead of crying or saying ouch she began laughing non-stop. He just looked at her with a smile.

Whenever she felt conflicted she would just go to him, she’d take a deep breath and ask him what color she was being. He would look her deep in the eyes and answer as honestly as possible. His answers changed, but they always helped her. Until, she went to a color he didn’t expect.

The sirens got stronger and stronger each step, he was still terrified. Police began screaming and she stood still.

“What color am I now?” she asked with a faint laugh as they pushed her into the police car. Blood dripped from her hands.
“Black crazy…”

• Daily 18 - Critiquitaire •
315 words

Critique to @mabshurah

In general it looks pretty good. I would recommend checking grammar and spelling two times. Some sentence structure is confusing and hard to read, but the rest is good. I mainly would check your adjectives and descriptions, as well as your verb tense. When starting the story you use past verb tense (said, glared, jumped) and later on you used present verb tense (rolls, demands, scoffs.) I know sometimes is really hard sticking to one tense, I have trouble with it. But with some practice you'll have that done.

Talking about the story on it's own, I like it. For what I've read it' a fantasy story, and I like how it's going. You introduced us to two characters who aparently have a past, what is it? We don't know yet. I like how each character has their own way of speaking. Though the first time I read the dialogues of the two girls I thought your way of writing their pronuncuation was a typo. I don't know if that only happened to me, though I would check that and maybe ask someone else. Your dialogue is pretty good but I would recommend formatting it different, as it is easy getting lost in the dialogue. You could use a new line every time the conversation topic changes. That way you don't get lost in what and who is saying things. Something like this:

“Dear, Rosena, you're not well aware of the outside news, are you? Well, that little boy from Eversan is your ruler now.” He smiles.
“Not so, you are my king?” She scoffs.
“Yeah, but that’s not why I'm here.” He dug his fingers into his bag pulling out a small paper poster.

Then again, this is just a suggestion I have. Again on sentence structure, your first sentence is a really long run-on sentence. You can have three different sentences there, and I would strongly recommend dividing it. Again in that sentence, I feel like too much description is given, and the reader doesn't really understand where this is going to with too many details in one sentence.

In the end it's a really good excerpt, and you have really neat writing skills. ^^

• Daily 19 - Metaphors •
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necklace that represents the concept of mourning

“He lived a great life, and he made our lives better.” Steph read out loud, “May he rest in peace.”

She walked away from the podium and took her seat. Her mother stood up; the moment she began talking, a pool of tears was created. It was harder for her, everyone knew it.

After the funeral they drove home. Steph got to her room, and layed in bed. In the bedside table she still had a picture of the whole family. Her father was on the left, he passed away two years ago; her mother was next to him, with the brightest smile anyone had ever seen on her face. In front of them, she and her brother were hugging each other. They were the best friends in the whole world, now it was just Steph and her mother.

“Steph, please come downstairs. You have to eat something.” Steph’s mother called, “I’ll be in the kitchen waiting for you.”

Steph sighed deeply, she hadn’t been hungry for days. Still, her mom insisted she had to eat, and she was right. Steph walked downstairs and in the kitchen she saw one of her mother’s homemade burgers. A smile lit up in Steph’s face, she loved burgers. She took a big bite and a warm feeling filled her belly.

“I see you found your burger.” Her mom chuckled, “I have something else for you.”
“What is it?” Steph asked with her mouth full.

Her mother opened the box she was holding and took a necklace out. Steph looked at it with blinking eyes, it was beautiful. It had little obsidian pieces in it, and it shined a lot.

“It’s beautiful. Where did you get it?” She asked
“Mathew bought it for you. He was planning to give it to you as a graduation gift.” She said softly. She sobbed quietly, while she placed the necklace in Steph’s neck. “A part of him will always be with you.”

Tears began streaming down Steph's face, Mathew always got her beautiful things.
“How can I wear this necklace? It will just remind me of him; remind me he was gone, and he wouldn’t come back.” She thought.
“Thanks mom, it’s beautiful.” she smiled at her, “I’ll be going upstairs now.”

Steph hurried to her room and broke down crying there.
“I have to be strong for my mother, she had already lost my father and now Mathew. But how could I be strong for her?” I cried “My brother and best friend in the world had just died, and a part of me died with him.”

• Writing for critiquitaire •
594 words

I was still in bed, it was early in the morning and the only thing I could hear was Hopper snoaring. It was a hot summer day and I had to go to work. I was really tired, last night El and I had stayed up late watching TV. I closed my eyes for a second and the moment I opened them again one hour had passed! It was 7:24am! I jumped out of bed and started getting ready. I didn’t have any time to lose, if I didn’t hurry I would be late for work. Again.
I ran out of my room slamming the door and taking an Eggo from Hopper’s plate.

“You’re late.” El said while she was taking breakfast
“I know El, I know.” I grumbled as I putted my shoes on “Where is Hop?”
“Sleeping.” El said pointing towards Hopper’s room “Do I wake him up?”
“Yes, I would do it, but I am already late. Tell him I’ll come home late today, see you!”

I ran out of the house and hoped into my car. Hopper had gotten tired of driving me everywhere and if no one picked me up I had no way of getting out of the house, so he got me a car. I was still new at driving and I just hoped I wouldn’t crash. I drove all the way to Starcourt mall, it had just opened and a lot of the little shops in Hawkins had closed. So Starcourt was the best place to get a summer job for me. Though I wouldn’t keep the job for long if I continued to arrive late to it. I worked at the Gap store attending clients, it was something I liked as I could help people decide what to buy. Meanwhile Steve and his co-worker and my new friend Robin worked at the food court in Scoops Ahoy.

“You’re almost late again Jennifer.” my boss told me “If you wanna keep the job you better not arrive late another time. Or I’ll have to fire you.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” I apologized “I promise it won’t happen again.”
“It better don’t, now go on and start working.”

I finished my morning shift and went down to the food court for a snack. I walked towards Scoops Ahoy, and there I saw Robin attending a bunch of little girls.

“You looked annoyed.” I said walking towards her
“Dingus made me take his shift.” Robin hissed “And this kids are annoying.”
“Where is Steve then?” I asked her “I thought we would meet here.”
“He said he had to go for something important.” Robin said rolling her eyes “Probably something for that stupid hair.”
“Oh, well.” I sighed “Then can you give me a vainilla ice cream?”
“Yeah sure.”

I sat down at Scoops Ahoy, it was weird. Steve and I were supposed to meet on my break. He had never stood me up. But maybe he realy had to go for something important. I closed my eyes and concentrated on Steve, in a few seconds I was able to contact him.

“Where are you?” I said through my mind
“I’m sorry. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” he answered and then broke off the conection.

I opened my eyes and saw Robin with my ice cream. I wiped my nose quickly cleaning any blood that came out.

“Here you go.” she said “You good?”
“Yeah! I was just thinking.” I answered as if it was nothing. Robin wasn’t aware of my powers, and she couldn’t know.

• Critiquitaire •
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OMG GOOSE HI! First of all you k!lled me with this story. When I first read the name Charlie I thought of Charlie from Heartstopper and that kinda make me see your character like that. The story on it's own is incredible, the worst part is that I can relate deeply to it. I haven't done what Charlie did, and I haven't fixed my friendship but this story made me feel like I had. Thank you for that.

I think the story shows a big truth on teenagers. We go and send a thousand messages waiting for response, but that is not what friendship is. That last part of the story, shows how much Charlie cares and I love that. I love how he is someone real, he is clingy and he tries his best. Rob on the other side, loves Charlie. I bet this friendship matters a lot to him, and he doesn't show it as much but Charlie knows he cares.

I would love to see more body expression in the dialogue parts. This way you can show how Rob feels/thinks, while you are writing from Charlies point of view. And ind the end I trully don't have anything to say when it comes to improvement. I loved the piece so much, it is really good. Now the only I thing I do notice, is that you change the tense throughout the story. I didn't notice at first, but then I can notice you using “arrived” and “swings” I don't know if it's intentional or not. Maybe you didn't notice you were changing from present to past, and then back again to present tense.

As a last comment, I noticed we don't know the context of this friendship, what did Charlie do? I think that leaving those parts out can have a purpose but I don't know. It leaves the reader wandering what happened, and if you want them to fill that blanks by themselves that's good. But if you want to provide background maybe you can add a little dialogue from Rob's side. Something quick, maybe he telling Charlie that ____ was wrong. or that he shouldn't expect him to forget _____. It's your choice in the end, it's just a suggestion.

• Writing Comp Entry •
454 words


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She's crazy; that was his first thought. He was not wrong, she was indeed a bit crazy. Though she was fun crazy, cool crazy, or, as he liked to call it, color crazy. His definition of her was hard to understand, no one really understood it. She never understood it, but he did, and that's what mattered. There is a color for everything; that's what his mother always told him. So, why shouldn't there be a color for her craziness? He never really thought the colors through, they just came to him. Like ocean waves came to the beach, slow, steady but without fail.

“What color am I right now?” She asked one day while swinging in the monkey bars.
“Yellow crazy.” he chuckled, “You're bubbly, you're laughing and making me laugh as well. You're just having fun. Others might think there's something wrong with you, or they're worried you'll fall. But you're having fun, we're having fun.“

She smiled, let herself go and fell to the floor. She landed straight on her butt. He expected her to cry or to express some kind of pain, but she did none of that. Instead, she began laughing non-stop; with her contagious laugh and gigantic smile. The smile of a little girl living her life. That smile was a sun, shining and lighting up the whole world in a way no one else could.

Whenever she felt conflicted she would go to him. She'd take a deep breath and ask him the same question. ”What color am I right now?“ He would look deep in her eyes and answer as honestly as he could. His answers were always colors, nothing more. Yet, she seemed to understand exactly what he meant. The answers changed, but they always left her with a calm mind. Until a few years later, she went to a color he never expected…

The sirens got stronger every second, he was still shaking. He could barely see anything in the dark avenue. Next to him a street light illuminated the other two people in the street. The body in front of him was liveless, and she was beyond repair. Her eyes were hollow, her hands dripped with blood—and her smile—oh that smile, was not the same. Her smile no longer radiated light and joy, instead it made everyone run away in fear, including him. Police began screaming; she stood still and dropped her knife. The darkness was replaced with red and blue lights, as well as with screams and sirens. He was still in a trance, breathing heavily as his eyes scanned her.

”What color am I now?“ she asked with a faint laugh as she was pushed into the police car.
”Black crazy…”

• Daily 21 - Writing Dares •
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Write a story, but every first paragraph, the first word of a sentence must begin with a S.

Stop. Just please stop it. I couldn’t handle it anymore. Why was the world doing this to me?! I was just a kid, who wanted to live his life freely. I didn’t need my siblings to be screaming while I ate a bunch of buffalo wings.

Screaming, and screaming, and screaming. Or cheering? It was the same thing, I was eating a bowl full of buffalo wings. My mouth was on fire, and my siblings were screaming as I ate. They cheered and yelled things like “MORE! MORE! MORE!” or “Another one! You can do it! Finish them all!” And meanwhile I was dying. Why was I doing this again? Right, a stupid bet. If I had just voted towards my mother making pasta and not vegetable soup, I wouldn’t be in this situation.

Sadly, I hadn’t. So now I had to eat three more buffalo wings or I would have to brush my teeth with mayo. Please remind me not to bet again.

RLove10 wrote:

• Writing Comp Entry •
365 words

She‘s crazy; that was his first thought. He was not wrong, she was indeed a bit crazy. But she was fun crazy, cool crazy, or like he called it, color crazy. No one really understood his definition of her, not even her. But that didn’t matter, because he did. There was a color for everything, that’s what his mother always told him. So, why shouldn’t there be a color for her craziness? He never really thought the colors through, they just came to him. Like ocean waves came to the beach, slow, steady, but without fail.

ooooh this sounds like an amazing concept! instead of “or like he called it”, you could say something along the lines of “or, as he liked to call it,”.

grammar (my worst enemy <3) - “there was a color for everything(semi-colon) that's what his mother always told him.” i believe this is because both phrases function on their own, but are still related - the alternative would be to add a coordinating conjunction! in addition, you could also say "his mother /had/ always told him, but if i remember correctly, that's just a sentence flow thing :> also, the last two sentences should be connected with a a comma, or otherwise rephrased so that the final sentence is complete instead of a fragment.

that's mostly a bunch of grammar - it doesn't take away from how cool the content itself is!

“What color am I being now?” she asked one day while swinging from the monkey bars.
“Yellow crazy.” He said, “You’re bubbly, you’re laughing and making me laugh. Other people are worried you’ll fall or that there’s something wrong with you. But we both know you are just having fun.”

i love the bit about the monkey bars! it really helps to bring this part to life, and it's amazing how it connects to his colors. the phrase “what color am i being now?” doesn't really make sense to me - that might just be me, or you may want to adjust your wording.

She smiled, let herself go and fell to the floor. She fell straight on her butt. He expected her to cry, or at least to express some pain, but she did none of that. She began laughing non-stop, with a gigantic smile on her face. The smile of a little girl living her life. That smile was a sun, shining and lighting up the whole world.

awww i love the description and the figurative language <33

Whenever she felt conflicted she would just go to him, she’d take a deep breath and ask him what color she was being. He would look her deep in the eyes and answer as honestly as possible. His answers were just colors, never anything more. Yet, she seemed to understand exactly what he meant. His answers changed, but they always left her with a calm mind. Until a few years later, she went to a color he never expected…

this builds so much emotional attachment to the characters! and the suspense hehe :0

The sirens got stronger and stronger every second, he was still shaking. The body in front of him was liveless, and she was beyond repair. Police began screaming; she stood still and dropped the knife. He was still in a trance, breathing heavily while his eyes scanned her.

“What color am I now?” she asked with a faint laugh as they pushed her into the police car. Blood dripped from her hands.
“Black crazy…”

ooh that was unexpected! i love the plot twist, and you do an amazing job of portraying her as crazy, with a nice contrast to the girl she once was. that said, i feel like it was all a bit sudden, and almost a little rushed? i think you could have described the scene a little further, adding a bit more intrigue the situation. the final life is definitely effective, and its a great way to wrap up the story!

overall, i love the character development and dynamic, and this is a phenomenal concept! i definitely picked at the grammar a bit - grammar is not our friend - but again, that shouldn't take away from the emotion and description behind your writing

• Weekly 3 - Healthy Habits •
880 words

Part 1 - Time Management
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Pareto Analysis

Not understanding stuff
Mapa Antonio - Not understanding | 9

Spending too much time on devices (yt, TV, Pinterest)
Working on the PEMUN essay | 10
Working on the weekly | 6
Writing constantly | 8
Not going for my daily walks | 7

Not giving things enough time
Shifting/Lucid Dreaming - Not doing it constantly | 5
Feeling stressed | 10
Getting fouettes right | 9
Learning Taylor Swift songs | 4
Starting my novel | 6

Eisenhower Matrix


Part 2 - Motivation
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For part two of the weekly I decided to join the Encouragement studio. I asked for advice regarding my novel and gave advice to other people.

Advice asked:
Heyyy! So I'm planning to start a novel. Right now I'm just on the basic planning, but does anyone have any tips they can give me? Or maybe a way for actually planning the plot?? That's what I'm mostly having a hard time with.

Advice given:
Ahhh, the daily was already due but next time I recommend copying your daily in two documents. So you know at least one saved ^^ Or manually checking that what you just wrote is saved. And for the motivation part, you don't have to remember and write the same! You can write something new, and maybe it feels too much work to do that. But remember that you would gain more words ^^ Or get yourself a prize for writing the daily again.Though if it's okay for me to ask, where did you write your daily?
You're gonna nail that test, Stingray! How I know that? Cause you studied a lot while listening to music. Put on some music you enjoy in a low volume, or maybe some concentration music with waves. Lo-fi music is my fav for studying. I recommend studying in little bits of time, take breaks and drink A LOT of water. For working on your comic, imagine the scenes in your head. Like it's a series you're watching, and give yourself a prize after. Maybe some TV or eating something you like a lot
YOU. CAN. DO. THIS! It's just another story, think of it as a daily. It is not something to stress on, but instead something to enjoy writing! If you doubt remember, you never entered SWC just to win the writing comp, did you? No, you entered SWC because you enjoy writing, and that's what you should do. Something you can remember is that when you have passion for something it turns out way better. Put your love for writing in your entry, and you'll see how good it turns out! I believe in you <3

Part 3 - Self-Care
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Checklist - 183 words
Drinking 2L of water - I normally drink about 1L of water a day, but my dance teacher says I have to drink more. And so does my mom so it may be true. I’ll try to drink more water while I’m at home.
Writing thoughts down - I’m not good at journaling, I forget I have to do it, I get bored and I lose track of it. But maybe writing my thoughts down will help me sort things out and I’ll be getting words.
Turning electronics off - Ahhh, the hardest thing for me. My mom tells me all the time to get off electronics, and I try to. I just use them for most things so it’s really hard, but I’ll try.
Sunlight - Clouds are everywhere and the weather is really cold so it’s a bit hard to get sunlight that gets me warm. But I’ll try to find a time in the day and I’ll head to read outside.
Exercise - I got this perfectly done already. I dance 2 hours a day, but I’ll also try to do something on the weekends.

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The Importance of Turning Electronics Off - 252 words

Electronics. We use them in our daily lives now, and it must be really hard to get off them, but it's still important.

How many times have you had your mom yell at you to “get off that phone”. Because I’ve had many. But it’s not just phones that we should get off. There is the TV, computers, iPads, and sometimes we don’t realize how much time we really spend on electronic devices. And I’m not going to tell you, you should get off electronics cause you’re going to “finish your eyes and end up with glasses”. I’m not your mother.

Though electronics do hurt our eyes, it makes our eyes tired and they need to rest. Just as our mind. You may be sitting while you use your phone, and your legs are not working but your mind is. Give your mind a break. And you don’t know what you may be missing if you are all day in front of a screen. What if a hot guy was walking down the street, and you didn’t even catch a glimpse of him. All because you were scrolling through TikTok! No, we gotta stop that.

I know I sound like a mom telling you this, but every day you really should take at least 1 hour off electronics. Just one hour, and it doesn’t need to be an hour straight. You can split that hour and take twenty minute breaks. Please, think of your mind and body and get off your phone.

• Critique for Moonlit •
352 words

Moonlit. The title is just awesome. Even before I started reading the piece the title already caught my attention. Now that I read the piece I’m speechless, it is an awesome piece.

There are some things I’d like to comment on, starting with the description. There are some parts in your writing that have a lot of description. This could probably just be me, but there are some paragraphs with many adjectives together and it can be a bit confusing when reading. This paragraph could be an example of that:

You gaze down at the beach, a glittering oasis of crystalline blue gently slapping against a sea of shining sand. It’s a collection of millions of sediments, much like the memories you like to collect. In the shadow of every mounting wave lies an invisible string, waiting for you to strum your fingers to one side. Giggling, you reach for a gossamer thread of silver. Tugging gently, you smile as the wave rises above the rest, resting for a moment before gliding back down. Shifting your attention to the sky, you snap your fingers, revealing dozens of interwoven strings hidden in the sunlight. You yank them all, smiling as enormous fluffy clouds tumble into view, swiftly drifting across the formerly clear sky. Better.

Now, this part here:

Slamming the breaks on her conversation, Aria froze. Sometime in the last half hour, dozens of rupturing clouds had waltzed over a once untainted sky, bringing millions of now showering teardrops with them. It would be a beautiful sight, raindrops rippling the sea beyond a glittering shoreline, if she wasn’t still somewhere out there. Somewhere out there, she was still swimming, drifting among the ripples, playing with seashells and flailing with fish. She was too young to understand the danger of swimming in storms, of floating among the merciless tides. They would ensnare and steal, capturing the breaths of those caught unaware.

She screamed for her, eyes sprinting frantically across the hurdling waves, hoping, praying she was okay. She could swim. She’d always loved the water; she knew it better than Aria ever would. But she was young. She was still naive, too willing to believe that fate would always be on her side. To her, fate was a child not unlike herself, something to be played with like an old friend, something to love, something to trust. But to Aria… fate was a fire, a force with a mind of its own, devouring some and spared others, constantly leaping from one place to the next. An ember was a catalyst for catastrophe – or perhaps in her case, a single teardrop. Where was she?

I was extremely confused between who each character was. You talk a lot about Lily as “she” in this part. And as both characters are female, it gets a bit confusing in whether you were referring to Aria or to Lily. I had to read it two times and read the next part to understand there were two different characters. I would recommend introducing Lily with her name already or you could find another way to differentiate between them. In the end you understand which character is who, so you may not have to change this if you don’t want to.

The story is awesome, how the point of view changes from the girls to Fate is really good. And you show Fate’s emotions in an awesome way. We know it is their job, even if they don’t like all the decisions that have to be made. It clearly shows a problem that exists for a lot of people with the power to make important decisions.

I liked how you flashback to when they met, it really is a sweet moment that shows how close their relationship is.

Moonlit, in conclusion your piece is awesome. I would just check your amount of description and maybe you could read it out loud. This way you’ll find anything that doesn’t sound good. A tip I have that maybe won’t work right now as we have limited time is: rewrite it. It will help to notice those things that at first sounded good but aren’t necessary or that you don’t like.

• Daily 24 - Dual Timeline •
312 words

July 23, 2022
“Mom, are you sure about this?” Casey asked.
“For the last time Casey, this place is totally safe,” her mother answered, “Do not judge it by its looks.”
“Casey does have a point, dear. The house has terribly bad reviews and even the neighbors are scared of it.” Casey’s father said as he carried their luggage inside, “Shouldn’t we listen to what all the other people say?”
“Oh shut it, we’ll be staying here for the summer. End of discussion.”

Casey walked upstairs, what was the need of her mother to stay in an obviously haunted house? The door shut itself, and Casey heard a laugh. Everything about this house seemed eerie, as if something had happened in there.

February 18, 1997
“Celia! Stop it, please!” her mother screamed, “Get a hold of yourself, look what you’ve done!”
“Oh I know what I’ve done, mother…” Celia whispered, “And I’m afraid you’ll be facing the same fate as father.”

Celia’s mother ran up the stairs. She had to get away from Celia. She tripped halfway through the stairs. Her dress had stuck. She tried pulling it, but it didn't move. She could hear Celia’s steps. She pulled harder, but the dress was still stuck. The steps got closer, she turned around, and saw her daughter was just meters away from her.

“There’s no escape, mother,” Celia laughed, “You’ll pay for what you did to me, just like father did.”
“CELIA NO!” Her mother yelled, giving her last scream.

July 23, 2022
Casey heard a scream downstairs. She hurried down the stairs.

“What’s going on?!” She asked, “Mom?”

Her mother was in the kitchen, paralyzed in front of the counter. Casey walked towards her; she wasn’t moving.

“Mom? Is everything okay?” Celia whispered, “Mom, are you listening to me?”

Her mother pointed towards the counter. Celia turned her head and gasped.

• Daily 25 - Dark Tower •
772 words

The Dark Tower, home of the greatest adventurer of all times, Lester Rowley. Lester was no normal adventurer, nor his home was a normal tower. It was full of magic. Lester was part of a family of great adventurers, magicians, and warriors. He was the last one alive, without counting his sidekick and best friend, Cyrus. Cyrus was a crow, but like everything else in Lester’s life, he was no simple crow. Cyrus was part of Lester’s family, he is his brother. It was until his magic started to develop that he used a spell too powerful for him. The spell transformed him into a crow, and no one knew how to transform him back.

As said before the Dark Tower is their home, but it’s also the root of their adventures. Every room is a portal to a new realm. Every door they open is a new world, filled with magic of its own and immense possibilities. But, for powers to be created you need magic, strong magic. Ages ago, Lester’s family turned to dark magic. They used much of it to create the tower, giving it its name, the “Dark Tower”. After some decades one of Lester’s ancestors banned the use of dark magic in their family, still the tower was very much composed of it. The tower had many floors, all of them painted in gray tones. The floor was pure marble. The tower was slightly inclined, as every portal wore it away.

Lester was coming back from his most recent adventure, he came out from a door on the tenth floor. His clothes were dirty, his brown hat was almost destroyed, and his cape needed to be washed. Before he closed the door, Cyrus came flying out of it.

“I almost left you in there.” Lester chuckled, “Come on Cyrus, I’m so hungry I could eat you.”

Lester and Cyrus headed to his room where he took off his cape and his coat. He left his gun and belt on his bedside table and strolled to the kitchen. He looked out the many windows in the stairs and admired the view.

“What a nice day, isn’t it?” He told Cyrus, “The clouds are so pretty today. And look at the ground! It appears as if we were gone for a long time. The grass has already turned pink.”

Cyrus squawked in reply. Lester and him had tried many things to bring Cyrus back to normal. Or at least giving him the ability to talk, but each attempt was in vain. Many of their adventures were started by this quest, but every time they came back with empty hands.

Lester was eating his dinner when the tower made a sudden move. As if something had hit it. It gave another, and then another. Then an impressively loud roar was made, there was someone in the tower. Lester ran to his room and took his gun. He followed Cyrus up the stairs and as they got to the higher floors the doors began shining. Every door irradiated a blinding light, and weird sounds came out of them.

“Cyrus… What is happening?” Lester muttered anxiously.

The doors began to open one by one, and before Lester could react creatures came out of them. Creatures from every realm they had visited. The tower was flooded with them.

“Dark magic…” Lester whispered, “It’s all coming…”

A giant came out of one of the doors. It began moving around, destroying everything in its path. He slapped the air, hitting Cyrus in the process. Cyrus fell straight down, unable to fly. Lester ignored everything around him, he had to get to Cyrus. He took his gun, changed its settings and started shooting in every direction. Creatures were stunned by the gun, falling unconscious. Lester arrived at Cyrus's side, he took him in his arms and ran to a safe place.

An old woman came out of one of the doors. Lester recognized her in the second.

“Madam Alerthy!” Lester yelled, “Over here!”
“Lester! Oh boy, what a problem you got here.” she said as she came to him, “Good Lord! Is Cyrus okay?”
“He got hit by a giant.” Lester told her.
“Boy, the dark magic of your tower, it’s out of control. Every adventure you went in, every realm you visited it strengthened the dark magic in the tower. Now it’s too strong, and it’s attracting every dark creature. Creatures from all the realms will come to your tower looking for the magic, until it is destroyed.”
“Madam Alerthy, I can’t lose the tower!” Lester exclaimed
“Then you’ll have to fight to save it…”

CABIN WARS
Thank You Notes

I'll be making brief thank you notes.

Hosts
Hosts, you really are masterminds. I mean your ways of managing everything is impressing. Birdi and Robin, thank you for everything you've done this session! From the both of you I know Robin best but I've seen you every session I've been in here Birdi. You're both awesome leaders and even more incredible hosts. Luna, Starr and Sun! Well, what can I say? You light up my swc sky. Your ideas are really good and Luna you are incredibly active and encouraging.

Daily Team
I've loved this sessions dailies and even more the weeklies. This last weekly is so creative. I especially adored the Taylor Swift references. Every single one of you make this session even more special. Thanks for everything.

Real-Fi (co)leader team
You guys are awesome! I know you couldn't be as active as you expected but everything we settled and planned before made leading this session easier. I love your ideas and I loved talking to you guys. LJ, I can't thank you enough for offering me a position in Real-Fi as a co-leader. I loved planning everything and I'm enjoying this session so much. Cherri, I couldn't talk much with you and I didn't see you that much throughout the session but I've known you from before and I know you are just awesome.

Campers
I didn't get to know most of you, I mainly knew those in my word count studio. Yui, Kit, Izzy, Skye You are the ones who I knew most. Thanks for your impresive levels of activity and the great vibe you give the cabin. You've made cabin wars way easier. Thanks a ton Wrath for managing some wars today ^^

• Daily 27 - Thankful For / Goals •
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Today my cousins came over and I enjoyed it so much. We had a lot of fun and I was able to see people I hadn't seen in a long time. I'm really thankful that they came over because I was able to forget a lot of stress. And even if the game was stressful we had so much fun yelling and suffering together.

I'm really thankful for having breaks during cabin wars. I wrote a lot and I was able to sort my thoughts out while venting. And then the game and chatting with my siblings helped me to get a mandatory break.

I'm also thankful that tomorrow we're going to watch Wakanda Forever. I've wanted to watch it for a while and my dad made time for us to watch it.

About goals, I have the goal of finishing an essay I have due monday. And to enjoy the movie. As well I have the goal of finishing season 2 of Anne with an E and finishing reading Hunger Games.