Daily(?) - 11/12/2022 - Cabin Wars vs Fan-fi

Razzle was wandering through the forest, tapping his claws together with some anxiety. He never liked being outside, due to the numerous creatures who would either try to eat him or not notice his existence and nearly step on him. But his food supply was low, and he couldn’t keep procrastinating on going to collect more. He was almost there anyways, and then he could at least take a break in the bush’s leaves.
Soon he found it, a bush very large compared to him, covered in glistening blueberries. With a small smile, the mantis ducked into the plant, tucking his wings close to his sides so that they wouldn’t get torn. He then sighed happily, peering through the leaves outside for a few minutes.
His eyes then widened as he noticed a young poodle moth, very small, running away from an unusually large snake. Without a second thought, he ran to scoop her up, flaring out his wings. The snake paused, looking at Razzle, and then to his prey, and then back to Razzle, the two locking eyes.
It felt like the two’s staring contest lasted for hours. The snake eventually reared back with a hiss, before trying to strike.
In a flash, with a small yelp from the moth child, Razzle let out a blast of electricity. The large burst tossed back the snake, who slithered away in fear.
Razzle panted. He had been storing that energy for months, and letting it out had really drained him, so he scooted back into the bush, still holding the poodle moth, who was hugging him.
“Thank you!” he heard her chirp, looking down at the tiny creature. He then smiled a bit. Maybe he would finally have a companion in this scary world.

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It was a mild spring day, but the thunderclan did not go hunting, or patrolling the border. Every cat, young and old, was gathered under outlook rock. Shadowstar was laying on the ground in front of them. She was the leader of the thunderclan, and was dead. Icefur had been missing for a week. No one spoke, that is until Rainstorm spoke softly.
“Shadowstar is dead,” she said. “Icefur is missing.”
“We need a new leader and deputy,” Silverstream said next to Rainstorm.
“We will decide the leader tonight,” Cottontail, one of the elders, said. A great murmuring came up from the crowd. Personally, Rainstorm thought that Silverstream would be good at leading the clan and thought that the murmuring in the crowd agreed. Little did she know, the clan was in a decision that Rainstorm should be leader of ThunderClan. When the sun was low in the sky the cats gathered around outlook rock.
“Let’s vote on it” Rainstorm decided, “I nominate Silverstream” A murmuring came up from the crowd, Silverstream hesitated, but went up.
“I nominate Rainstorm” Secretwind said from the entrance of the med-den. She was the med cat so her vote counted as five votes. No one else nominated.
“Let’s vote” Rainstorm said after a few beats of silence, “ All for Silverstream” Only Rainstorm lifted her paw.
“All for Rainstorm as the leader” Silverstream said, lifting her paw. The rest of the cats raised their paws. “ It’s decided then, Rainstorm is the leader.” Rainstorm's mind was whirring.
“ I want Silverstream as my deputy then” she decided, “ I will leave for the moonstone and will return in the morning, leaving Silverstream in charge” The cats nodded in agreement. Rainstorm turned to leave, but Silverstream stopped her and looked in her eyes.
“Good luck” Silverstream whispered, and they brushed fur for the last time as Silverstream and Rainstorm. The journey to the moonstone crossed the thunderpath, but Rainstorm passed unscathed. When Rainstorm arrived at the highstones she searched the rocky terrain for the mouth of the tunnel that led to the moonstone. When she found it she slowly walked to the moonstone. It was already Moon high so she settled onto the hard rock and prepared to share dreams with starclan.

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A group of cats was huddled together watching Rainstorm impatiently.
“Hurry up!” One of them called, and Rainstorm rushed over. The cats didn’t smell like clan cats, loners, or kitty-pets. Then she remembered. This must be what the star clan smells like, She decided.
“this is your time to ask the former leaders of thunderclan questions” A tabby she-cat said.
“Uh… well… My first question is…” she trailed off embarrassedly, “is there any danger to my clan?”
The star clan cats eyes went blank, and they spoke as one, “The earth is your refuge, but you are its slaves. It demands work and labor, and a sacrifice must be made.” Their eyes returned to normal.
“Thank you” was her last words to starclan, for now at least.

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Back at the camp, Rainstar noticed the clan cats acting differently towards her, as if she had a power that was fierce and could destroy them. She feared Starclan's message had a hidden meaning and didn’t share it with anyone. There was none to share it with, for that matter. She missed the days when she could curl up by her mother and share all her troubles.
“Silver,” She hissed.
“Yeah?” Silverstream looked up from where she was grooming herself nearby.
“Does it seem like the other cats are, I dunno, acting weird?” She lowered her voice tremendously.
“Not really, but one of the younger warriors is being annoying because they didn’t get chosen for leader, or at least deputy.
They spoke together, “Immature.” After a quick laugh, Rainstar felt a lot better. Then Cloveharth walked up and asked to speak to Rainstar in private.
“Yes?” She asked when they were both inside the medicine den.
“I had a dream from starclan last night, about midnight.”
Rainstar closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “And what did they say?”
Cloveharth took a deep breath and recited what she had probably memorized. “The clan will be in grave danger, and the earth will be the cause.” She looked at Rainstar.
“Did they say something to you?” Cloveharth looked like she already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear Rainstar say it herself.
“Yes,” Rainstar sighed. “The earth is your refuge, but you are its slaves. It demands work and labor, and a sacrifice must be made.”
“They sound…similar.” Cloveharth commented.
“They do, don't they? There’s no way we could misinterpret that.”

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Rainstar couldn’t sleep. She padded quietly out of her den and lanced longingly at the warrior den. She and Silverstream had beds near each other and would always stay up sharing about their day, and the other warriors didn’t so much as scold them. Now she had to satisfy herself with a quick check of each of the dens. Everyone was sleeping quietly, and peacefully. Rainstorm replayed the warnings she had received from Starclan in her mind. The word sacrifice and danger stuck out to her and were what was keeping her awake. She was about to return to her den when a nearby yowl made her jump out of her skin.
“Help!” It was a queen, howling in pain from the medicine den. Rainstorm leapt over and ducked in.
“What is it?” She cried, seeing Howlclaw on the ground, writhing in pain.
“She’s in labor!” Cloveharth cried in panic.
“What can I do to help?” Rainstar said frantically.
Before Cloveharth could say anything, Howlclaw hissed, “get Deathheart!”
Rainstorm ran out of the den and skidded into the warrior den, awakening many unhappy and sleepy warriors.
“Deathheart, Howlclaw is asking for you!”
“What is it? Is she in labor?!” He cried, panicked.
“Yes! Now let's go!” Rainstar led him back to the medicine den.
“Can you get fresh moss?” Cloveharth said when she reached the entrance.
“Yep!” Rainstar ran to get the apprentices to help.

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random story to contribute to cabin wars??

Behind the Curtains

I smiled widely for the auditorium to see, both my hands clasped into others, as I took a deep bow. The cheering and hooting grew louder.
They were all cheering for me. At me. They were all rooting for me loudly, too loudly, so loudly my ears hurt and my heart thumped and my eyes watered as I continued to grin happily until the curtains were drawn.
I raced immediately to the bathroom to change. I was never performing in any stupid play again. I didn’t care that I liked acting. I just didn’t want to hear the too-enthusiastic roar of the audience, whether it was at me or not, whether it was positive or negative.
“You okay?” I heard someone ask. I didn’t even turn to see who it was as I pushed the bathroom door open. “Yeah,” I responded quickly,

and shoved past her out the door.
This wasn’t supposed to be unhappy. This was supposed to be cool. I was supposed to feel appreciated that everyone was cheering for me. But instead I just felt my ears ringing and my mind spinning as I ran into my parents arms.
“Can we just go home now?” I begged.
“Sure, but I don’t see why you’re so desperate to—“
“Please!”
“Okay, okay,” my dad led me out the door and I ran to the car.
“Cassidy. Spill it. What’s wrong?”
I sighed. “I don’t know. Everything’s so fast. I was bowing but I didn’t like it. The crowd was clapping and cheering and it was too much for my ears and my head. And now they’re ringing.”
“I’m so sorry.” He frowned. “Are you okay?”
“No,”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
I hesitated. “Probably not,” I admitted, “but I’m not sure.”

The rest of the way home was silent. I knew he was trying to help me.
But I could overcome it myself. Couldn’t I?

Cabin war 1:
“GGGRRRRR” As I walked through the dark hallway, I heard something growling. I walked faster, ignoring the fact that I'm a little scared. The growling became bigger, and I stopped dead in my tracks. I heard a creature really close to me… or is it TWO creatures…? I gulped nervously and kept on walking. “RAWRR!” Suddenly something black and pink jumped at me. “Ahh!”, I shouted, shocked. I feel onto the ground, and my vision became blurry. When my vision cleared, I saw a wolf, a really big one, black with pink stripes. Wait… does it have horns…?, I noticed and I thought I might be hallucinating. The wolf watched me with its two heads. Wait TWO HEADS?! I tried to stand up, still shocked. “W-what are you…?”, I whispered to the wolf. Both of the wolf's heads looked up to me. Its eyes are pure gold, and it shines in the middle of the dark hallway. Suddenly the floor beneath me shines, and the next thing that happens is that I blacked out.
“What do do? We haven't found something like her for a long time!” Said a voice. “We will speak about this later. Looks like she's awake” said a deep and heavy voice. “Ugh… where am I…?”, I groaned. “Welcome, Emily.”, greeted someone. I opened my eyes and looked around. I saw a gray wolf, but there's something weird about him. It's standing on two legs, and looked like a human but it has a wolf head, the hands are like wolf paws, it has a tail, and its eyes are blood red. I'm still too surprised and confused to talk. “Well?”, asked someone with the deep voice. I looked around again and saw another wolf… well I think a wolf-man, but this time he has dark blood red-black ish eyes. “I'm Spike. Nice to meet you”, said the wolf-man with blood red eyes, the one who greeted Emily. The other wolf-man walked from the shadows, and I realized that he has black fur, not gray. “I'm Blade.”, he said. “H-how do you know my name…?”, I finally spoke, but my voice is still trembling. “Hmp. We're called wolf guards, and of course we know your name. You're a special one, and you're a part of us. A part of our world.”, Blade answered, narrowing his eyes at me. “Me? Special? How?”, I asked, confused. “Well… you see, you have wolf blood running through you. Which means you have special wolf powers.”, answered Spike nervously while looking at Blade. “Come on now. You need to meet the others, and learn how to use your powers”, Blade snapped, before I can talk.
I have been here for 6 months. I can control my powers. I learned how to heal. I found friends. But what makes me a little angry is that Blade haven't shown much respect to me. He said I'm special, different from the others. It's not like I wanted special treatment or anything. It's just getting more annoying, how he watched me while narrowing his eyes and how he thinks I'll never control my powers correctly. “Don't worry. I heard he's strict to everyone here”, said Silvia, a young wolf guard who is also my friend. I sighed and resumed on practicing.
A new week. Blade is still being annoying towards me. Some agrees that he's strict. Some agrees that he just want peace and quiet, no kids and young ones bothering him. I think it's both. “All students and apprentice, please go to the meeting room”, one of the wolf guards announced. “I wonder what is going on”, Silvia exclaimed, wondering. We walked into the meeting room, took a seat and waited for Blade to talk. “Welcome everyone.”, he started with a cold voice. “As you all know, you have been training for a long time… especially the new ones here, half a year. It's time for you to be assigned in a mission. I will only choose 4 lucky ones to go.” Everyone starts talking excitedly. “Hush! It will be dangerous, so beware.” Blade snapped, and everyone became quiet. “Here's the team that will go: Jackson, you will be the leader, Snowdrop, I have high hopes on you, Coral and Emily.”, Blade announced. Me? I was surprised, feeling a bit nervous and excited at the same time. We got ready, and after a long talk of what are we supposed to do and what are the dangers, the team is off.
The first plan went well. We're supposed to hike a mountain, with giant frozen-spiders lurking around. Snowdrop's powers really help in a snowy area. The next stage is we're going into a cave. Somehow, we got away from a blood-bear beast. We finally arrived at the final stage. Something stole a fire ball. Fore balls are really powerful, so it can't fall onto the wrong hands. The fire ball was locked in a glass box. Snowdrop uses her freezing power, and freeze the box. Jackson destroys it, and gave the fire ball to me. We all know it's going to have traps. The room started going on fire. We all ran as fast as we can, but neither of us realized that Coral is left behind. “HELP!”, Coral shouted, flames grabbing his tail and legs. I throw the fire ball to Jackson, and ran back to Coral while shouting, “Go! I'll be fine, I've trained for this for weeks.” And so, Jackson and Snowdrop went back to our headquarters while I helped Coral. He got free and we ran. My hand was caught on fire and now it hurts, but I tried my best to dodge the remaining traps.
We succeed the mission. We're back and everyone cheers. Blade watched me, still with narrowed eyes. For the first time, it doesn't really bother me that much. My hand gets treated, and my friends throe in a party. We had fun, and Blade announced something special. “Because these four succeed, and the mission went smoothly, they are now official teams! If any mission needs to be answered they will have a chance to fulfill the mission. Thankyou.” And we all lived happily ever after, with dangers that we have never imagined.
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Daily - 11th November

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Dear Future Rose,

Hello! This is your past self, and I just want to let you know that whatever you are going through, it is going to be ok. You can do this, and always remember that I love you. <3

Hopefully, we are still as enthralled in scratch as we are now, in November 2022. Maybe we will have moved accounts, and, who knows? We might have even changed our persona's name. Whatever you chose to do, I fully support your decision all the way.

Currently, we are almost finished year six. Remember our graduation dress? I really hope we had an amazing time at our graduation, although I can't tell you now for sure, as there are still about 4 weeks until the big day.

You may remember, but we are currently struggling for friends. The girls are lovely people, and we still love them with all our heart, but maybe it was just not meant to be. You'd know though. I just don't want to stain my last primary school year with a toxic friendship. I read somewhere that in a toxic friendship, one person gets broken and the other blunt, like an axe repetitively striking a wooden board. Hopefully your comforting words can heal the pains of watching them laugh and be so happy without us. It cuts even deeper that they still let us hang out, but never explain anything they say. My advice to you is, don't fall into this pit again.

To get over that sadness, and hopefully smother our obsession with those girls (sorry if this sounds cringey to you, I truly apologise) let's talk about our passions. Currently we are one of the musical prefects with an old friend that we are slowly drifting away from. We are playing the viola and the flute, and we enjoy drawing. Writing is also a pleasant way to pass our time. At lunch break, we are becoming skilled at people watching, and we always say I'm fine, even if we aren't. Well, hopefully that's a habit we broke.

May this check-in bring back memories, and I hope you have a great day!

Love you queen,
2022 Rose <33333

Some story I conjured up to contribute to Cabin wars.

The blizzard

It was freezing that winter night. It was a snow blizzard and it was very chaotic and cold. Trees were covered with a blanket of snow. I was alone. Roxy had gone to collect some firewood outside to keep the fire burning. I made myself a cup of hot cocoa and as I sipped it, I felt anxious. Was Roxy going to be okay in the cold? I doubted it. She herself said she'd be fine as she had multiple layers of clothing on herself. With a warm smile she left the house. Roxy had said she’d come back at 8:00pm but It was already 9. I glanced outside at the thick snow and the blizzard. ‘I might as well go find out if she’s okay. It’ll be my fault if she’s dead.’ I thought to myself. I dressed myself with my thick coat and put my woollen gloves on , along with a hand-knitted cap. I grabbed a lantern , a torch , and my phone . Along with a woollen sweater for Roxy. I carefully got outside. The snow was chunky and deep. The blizzard was less dangerous now and the moon was shining in the dark sky. I made my way carefully through the snow , calling out to Roxy’s name. But the response I received was silence. Nevertheless , I received a muffled reply in the darkness , “Anna.” “Roxy, where are you?” I asked anxiously.
I got the reply as silence , again. In a minute or so , Roxy made a reply . “Anna, I'm next to an oak tree .” I flashed my torch on and searched for the Oak tree. “Roxy, I don't see the Oak tree. Can you make a hand gesture or something to show where you are?” “Look to your left side Anna.” Roxy answered. I glanced at my left with my specs . I could see a hand popping out of the snow , waving at me. It was Roxy. I rushed to dig her out and her hands were cold. Scratches had appeared on her face and her face had turned pale. With a weak smile she said , “I managed to survive a hellish blizzard and some chunky snow!” I slapped my head. “Idiot.” I said as I brought her back to the house. I placed her on her bed and put a thick blanket on her. “Roxy , what happened? Why do you have scratches on your face and what took you so long?” I buzzed with questions. “I faced some wolves while trying to get the firewood. The snow blizzard had made it extremely difficult to walk through the woods and the snow was chunky enough to make me slip and fall. I tried to call you but my phone was frozen.” She answered as she made herself comfortable. “Well I’m glad you’re okay , sister.” I said as I hugged Roxy . “Me too sis.” She replied as she gave a tighter hug.

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Author’s notes (not counted in word count) ::
• this was originally for cabin wars so don’t mind if the plot is boring and/or the writing is bad
• in my school we don’t have breaktimes outside so I’m sorry if this is inaccurate :,]
• this isn't meant to be a vent/rant!

Lizzy sat underneath a tree, a book in her hands.

Almost all her classmates were playing in the playground in front of her. Some were just sitting on benches and talking. They laughed, made jokes and ate snacks.

They were a bit loud, but she didn’t mind.

People always asked her, “Why don’t you go talk with the other kids?”

People always asked her, “Why are you alone?”

People always asked her, “Are you sad?”

But she wasn’t sad or alone.

She was perfectly fine being by herself.

She didn’t need to talk to anyone to enjoy life.

She just needed herself. And maybe a book.

“Hey, Lizzy!” someone called her name. She looked up to the speaker, surprised that someone remembered her.

“Wanna play with us?” the girl asked, extending a hand. Two other people stood behind her.

Lizzy thought for a moment.

“Sure,” she said as she closed her book.

Because you don’t have to do life all alone.

part two of the weekly (ethellll)
I watched as he walked away from me, my fingers numbly clenched the red rose I was holding, the thorns pierced through my skin.
He does not love me, he never did. I was a stranger to him, I always will be. I loved him dearly, I had the biggest crush, I could not bear to see him go, I reached out for him to stop, he was too far for me to catch, he always had been distant, hadn't he? I pulled myself closer, but his feelings for me didn't exist, if anything it was hatred.

I felt numb with pain, like I was trapped in my own mind, I wanted to run, but where? I did not want to go further away from him, he did not break my heart, he shattered it. I was trapped in my own body, I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. I felt like I was going to collapse. This is it, I thought, the person I loved was walking into the sunset as I watched him from a distance. I wanted to slap him hard, how could he do this to me, I thought he liked my back, what if I caught hold of him, though? would I really slap him like I meant to, I felt like cuddling into his arms and breaking into tears. The thorns were deep in my palms by now, but my heartache was much much more than a single thorn might be. I felt like the world has spun out of balance, the person who was my soul mate, the person I was meant to be with had gone away from me, escaped my life with a simple “No.”

I wanted to grab hold of him , no matter what he said, I loved him, I loved him I whispered, my voice had come back. I fell to the ground

cabin wars

It's a dreary, rainy morning, a hardcore detective sits in his office, waiting for a client, when the door suddenly flies open.

Detective: Gaaah! Who are you? What are you doing in my office?

Angeline: My name is Angeline Roberts-Hawthorne. I presume you are… Detective Dickenson, famous detective and private eye?

Dickenson: Yes, that is me. Now, what can I do for you? Do you have a case in need of solving? A crime in need of suspects? A murder in need of witnesses?

Angeline: Yes. I'm afraid I have a case for you.

Dickenson: Tell me more.

Angeline: Well, I'm here because the French monarch has been kidnapped by a mysterious villain who goes by “The Kidnapper”.

Dickenson: Hmm. Not very original.

Angeline: Yes, but that's not important right now. What's important is that you figure out who the kidnapper is, otherwise, France will crumble as we know it!

Dickenson: Yes, yes, I'll get right on it as soon as I get myself some coffee.

Dickenson gets himself a cup of coffee, and takes a long sip.

Angeline: Hmph! If I didn't know better, I would say the future of France is more important than your coffee. Now hurry up, our flight leaves in 45 minutes.

Dickenson: 45 minutes? We've got to get going! Hurry up, Angeline! What's taking you so long?

Angeline:

Dickenson and Angeline get to their flight just in the nick of time, and hurry to get onto their plane. When they finally get on, they plop down in their seats, exhausted.

Dickenson: Maybe I should exercise more.

Angeline: Hmm, maybe you should.

Dickenson and Angeline have a long and uneventful plane ride to France. When they get there, they quickly grab their bags and exit the airport.

Dickenson: Now, Angeline. Do we have any suspects, any witnesses of this crime?

Angeline: Yes, in fact. We have one, Monsieur Gauthier.

Dickenson: Monsieur Gauthier! I know him! Nice man, large mustache.

Dickenson and Angeline make their way to the park, where Monsieur Gauthier will meet them. Dickenson and Angeline sit on a park bench, and Monsieur Gauthier sits down across from them.

Gauthier: Ah, Dickenson! How lovely it is to see you again, old fellow.

Dickenson and Gauthier shake hands firmly.

Dickenson: Indeed it is, my dear Gauthier. How goes it?

Gauthier: I'm absolutely swell, how about you?

Dickenson: Absolutely lovely.

Angeline: Ahem. Can we please get back to the important subject on hand?

Dickenson: Oh, right! Angeline means; Gauthier, what happened to your mustache?

Gauthier: Well, I decided it might be -

Angeline: No, not Monsieur Gauthier's mustache! The kidnapping of the French Monarch!

Gauthier: Ah, yes. And Angeline, please! Just call me Gauthier.

Angeline:

Dickenson: So, Gauthier. Angeline tells me you might know something about the crime?

Gauthier: Ah, the crime. I know something, I do know something. But will I tell you? No. No I will not.




total words: 539 - yay!

Word War Proof

I loved to sail boats. It was my favorite thing to do. When I was little, that is. Everything changed when I fell off of my fathers sailboat when I was 10. We were sailing down a river when suddenly I got too close to the edge and got knocked into the water. And I wasn’t very good at swimming even though I sailed boats so all I had was a life preserver. Now I’ve fallen off of boats before but they were never like this time. I wasn’t panicking but as I drifted farther and farther from the boat that’s when I started to panic. I screamed for my father but he couldn’t hear me. So I paddled and paddled my way up to the boat. I got so close but then missed the handlebar on the back. It was traumatic. I did end up getting on the boat though so.

(152 words) and I won the war

Nickname: Ava
Contents- Cabin wars #1
Word count- 273 (counting intro since I wrote it by myself again)
Topic- Life in a Whale's P.O.V
Cabin- thriller

LETS GET STARTED

I swam through the Pacific ocean, sighing in delight. The sun was just the right temperature today, and honestly, there weren't any disturbances around. For some reason, all of the sharks had gone to another part of the ocean. I think the humans were having a party there.. well it's not my problem!

I passed an island where my friend, a parrot lived. I swam to the surface and jumped, letting out a spurt of water in the process, breathing in deeply. When my parrot friend saw me, he sqaucked and flew over. I smiled lazily, though I'm pretty sure no one would have noticed, since whale's smile very subtly.

I floated on the water, and my bird friend landed on my head. He let out a sqauk, and started to get more comfortable. I let out a sound which meant ‘hello’. None of us could understand what each other were saying. It was the special type of friendship where you could just enjoy each other's company.

After a while, a school of fish came passing by. The parrot caught two or three, turned to me in a goodbye, and left to his island. I started swimming away. I wasn't in the mood to eat.

After a while, I reached my destination. The other whale's were there too. They bellowed at me, questioning why I was late, and I gave them a confusing answer, saying they didn't have friends on land. Two or three more whales swam over, and the cleaning fish arrived.

His sturdy voice reverberated in my mind. no. no. no. NO.
It was the same all over again. His sturdy voice reverberated in my mind. no. no. no. NO.
It was the same all over again. I could feel his presence slipping from my hand, his consciousness directed towards something else. I croaked out a sob, the winds felt too cold, my throat too hot and everything was a blur. The world was cruel and I was another young girl who was captured behind the ruthless bars of longing, regret and—unrequited love. I stumbled forward, the rose lay in front of my eyes. The thorns were coated in crimson paint and all it seemed was a memory. A painful memory. It was there, the rose, it taunted me, what were you thinking, foolish girl? All in my life, I had never felt such loyalty, and love…for someone. Who thinks I’m worthless. It’s right, I am the one who has been foolish all along. Rather than seeing things the way they were, I saw them the way I wanted to. In the end, what was gained? Lost was all. and all was lost. Hearts are not made to broken, are they? And when they are broken, shattered like shards of glass? Each stich is a stab on a grief-stricken memory the threads used to bind the pieces is frail and a single cut, could dismantle years of healing. Those beautiful petals lie on the harsh ground, contrasting. Am I that rose? But it’s meant to be loved and… so am I. I turned sharply, and walked back hugging a book in my hand and ignoring everyone. I trotted. The door to my room creaked, familiar scents swayed towards me–plagued me. I waved through and leaned on the window. I set the rose in an onyx vase. It deserves someone who will accept her.

The Ghosts orders 5: 444 words

This may of happened, or this had may not, but there was once a tiger that roamed the underworld. It was adorned with green-and-orange stripes, and its eyes burned with the light of the sun. It was called the morning tiger, the bringer of sunshine in the underworld.
He gave sweets to newcomers and gave good luck to the young ghost children, and waved a familiar or new faces. He was kind and gentle, and tales of his fortune was known throughout the world of the spirits.
One day a spirit coveted his power. His magical ability and his legendary status was known very well to the spirit, and he made sure he stayed close to the tiger so he can steal his power at the last second.

The tiger that day, was with his old friend Achyld. What a stroke of bad luck- Achyld was known to be quick and clever. The spirit must come back another day. But Achyld was there the next day, and the next. The spirit was starting to get furious at this young ghost, abut he knew that if he lashed out everyone would notice, for his anger was well-known throughout this kingdom. There must be another way to get kind this…
The spirit had still come back the next day, but earlier, what would be morning if the Underworld would have a real sun. He crept near the tiger, then drew to full height and stride cheerfully alongside him.
“Hello there, Morning Tiger!” Chirped the spirit his scheming mind I working all the different ways to steal Morning Tiger’s power.
“Hello there, Spirit.” Replied Morning Tiger politely. He went turned corner. “Although- I wish I can talk to you now, but every morning I join the meetings with the Horror Council, may we talk afterwards? We could meet up with Achyld.”

Blast! Blasted Morning Tiger! Blasted Achyld! How that ghost always thwarts his plans. The spirit stomped off to Achyld, no longer containing his temper.
“How are you always thwarting my plans!” The spirit thundered. “And you know what I am talking about!”
Achyld grinned. “I may probably do, or I may probably do not. But I was just having an innocent conversation with Morning Tiger yesterday.” Achyld tried to change the subject. “He actually told that one day I will meet a another Tiger! Apparently she likes mango arson-“
“I don’t care about the mango arson!” The spirit screamed. “I tried so hard to get Morning Tiger’s power!! And you are ruining my brilliant and villainous plan!”
Achyld gasped. “What!? Well then!”
And he got up and stormed off, where this tale then cuts off…

Cabin Wars thing: 428 words

This is what silence felt like.
Still, and unmoving. Nothing moved over. All stayed still. All was stone.
This was a land of rocks. With no running stream, no falling snow. Just a land of pebble, Boulders and rocks.
Granite, Jade, Diorite, obsidian. Name all of them. Even the ones that only exist in Minecraft.
This land, although, was a land of movements a land of wonder. But that was all gone.
The only thing left was rock, and a quarry.
A deep hole sink into the ground, hollowed our thousands of years ago. It was the people, they told me, that had bored it out. But now it just lay a hole, with nothing else in it other than perhaps a few animal bones.

I wished this place could restore it’s former glory but something tells me that that would never happen. This would forever just be a graveyard left by the people who, as soon as all the riches were claimed, left without cleaning anything up.
And this is how it remained, for a thousand years.

Apparently, before it was destroyed and became a land of rock, it was once a land of rock, foliage, water and fauna. They loved in harmony, as one beating heart called nature, that gave to all and took away to none. The world lived in harmony and unison, like a song that rose to the heavens.
But one day the people came, the ones greedy for riches, and taken too much. They destroyed the beating heart, and left.

A dream once ran where now was a hollow vein. What was once tall grass full with beautiful life was now dried mud. And what was once a clear, blue sky was fumes from who-knows-where.
Non one knows where all the other animal has gone. I had assumed they just went the same way the plants and waters went, and how the blue sky clouded over.

No one cared much for this place anymore. Although I still come here, sowing seeds I found in some flowers. I bring in a sack f soil and leapt it gently over the rocks, where I sow the seeds I collected from flowers. Every day I will tend them, while filling water to the stream and turning the hole I with a beautiful lake filled with little lily pads and reeds and frogs.

So, perhaps, one day I could wipe the sweat off from forehead and look at the bustling utopia it once was. And I will definitely make sure I will, I promise, Mother Nature.

Weekly #2: (wip)


Part 1: Interview about the Owl house (season 3 spoilers!!) with @rainwhistle
Rainy: 273 words of answers
Me: 288 words of answers
Viara Okay we are here with Rainy interviewing about the Owl House! Simple question, what's your favorite episode?

Rainy Hm, that's a hard one. {pauses} I think I'll have to go with Hunting Palismen or Any Sport In A Storm. I like them because they have Hunter, I suppose. He's my favorite character.

Viara Oh cool! You've already started answering my second question but now I'll change that to…{taps finger on table} Why is Hunter your favorite character?

Rainy Hoo boy- well, uh- {inhales sharply} when I watched the first episode with him, Separate Tides I think, I thought he as the Golden Guard was pretty cute already. Especially the “byeeee!” part. I was really excited to see him again in Hunting Palismen- when I saw him piloting the airship thing that Luz and the Palismen were attached to, I got really happy. He's just pretty relatable sometimes, in his behavior, I mean. Like he looked so bored piloting the airship, I just thought it was really funny. And then Luz yeeted him off. And then he was back on because of his power, which is super cool in my opinion. I like him for lots more reasons but if I told you all of them this would take up the whole interview!

Viara {Laughs} I can personally relate but I'll leave that for another conversation. So I know you like Hunter, how about other characters?

Rainy Well, I like Luz, I guess. She's pretty cool. And- and the main character {laughs} so I guess I should like her. Amity's also cool. Gus is really cool and- ugh, I'm just calling everyone cool. Yeah, everyone's cool.

Viara {Tilts head} Uh okay then. Hmm what do you hope for in For the Future?

Rainy I guess I'd like the Collector to die. He's annoying. {shrugs} And then I'd like King to be unharmed and for everyone to be reunited. It'd be nice for Camila to meet Eda and for them to be mom friends.

Viara Cool cool. Let's see hm…most underrated character?

Rainy {inhales sharply} Either the Blight Twins or Bump. Bump's freaking awesome, plus he's actually really nice. The Blight Twins are really awesome plus they're cool siblings.

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Rainy Alright, I'm here today with Viara on an interview about The Owl House! Here's a pretty easy first question: Who's your favorite character on the show, and why?

Viara {clears throat} Hehe I'll have to say Hunter. Yes cliche answer but hey he deserves it. I guess I like him a lot because well one I love his design and I just like his overall character. I have an um {cough} affinity for traumatized characters so um does that make sense? I'm gonna be honest, the first time I saw his face in Hunting Palismen, I was like, ‘oh this looks like a fan-favorite everyone loves’ and aha I was right! Also he's a character who really really just needs a hug. Not to mention his backstory is really complex. {makes a thumbsup}

Rainy {laughs} I'll have to agree with that. Now, what coven would you want to join if you lived on the Boiling Isles and had a bile sac- like, you could do magic?

Viara Well I would be a bit biased considering that I know that the covens would end up sucking the life out of me. If you're talking about what coven I would join based on if I actually lived and was taught the Boiling Isles ways, I'd definitely want to join the Emperor's Coven so I could keep my magic and have a high-rank and yada yada.

Rainy And lose your palisman?

Viara {pause} Yeah I forgot about that. Probably plant or abomination then. Or maybe I wouldn't even get a palisman just so I could join the Emperor's Coven…maybe?

Viara {pause…then snaps fingers} Oh and Lilith was still allowed to keep her palisman so maybe there are exceptions?

Rainy Oh, that's true! Final question, who has the best character design in your opinion?

Viara Hmm…that is a hard question. There are so many characters that I think have god-tier character design, some of my favorites being Amity, Hunter…weirdly Odalia? I don't know why but she has a really nice character design, don't worry I still hate her guts. Hunter's possessed design is also really cool…but I have to say my favorite character design of all time is Amity's Halloween outfit from Thanks to Them. Hecate slays. {smiles}

Part 2: Monologue

Context (@rainwhistle): My friend laughs after my joke before turning to me, the glint in her eyes disappearing as they turn serious again.
“On the topic of The Owl House, don’t you agree that Gus is just so overrated? I mean, ugh! I don’t want to even hear his name.”

My part (315 words): How can you even say that? In fact, I think that Gus is such an underrated character! I know characters like Amity and Hunter get all of the attention which I don’t object to but characters like Gus have their attention stolen! Like how in the world can you not like this character? He’s so huggable and likeable. And he’s so relatable! Have you even seen Labyrinth Runners and Through the Looking Glass Ruins? It gives him so much character depth and a lot of people, for example um me I guess, struggle with the same things he does. Him constantly telling himself that he’s dumb and he’s way too gullible is stuff I often tell myself all the time and seeing him go through all of those things is honestly really…not wholesome but…nice to see? Even before those episodes, he’s still a great character. At least if you’re looking at surface level, he's a great comedic relief with his supportive but blunt attitude and his obsession with human objects is pretty adorable. Not only is he underrated in personality and arc but also in power and smarts. Again, other characters are seen as really powerful which is true but Gus is super powerful as well. He took down Adrian Graye like it was nothing and did you see him force Belos to see his worst memories? That takes a lot of strength. And that illusion over the entire graveyard in Through the Looking Glass Ruins was just top-tier. Not to mention that he learns from his mistakes? When Bria used her magic, he learned from that and then made it look like her magic wasn’t working. Ugh there’s a lot of stuff I can say about how amazing Gus is that I don’t know how to say but I need at least a few valid reasons why Gus is overrated before reaching a consensus.``

Part 3
3 minutes and 8 seconds

Pause. You're feeling something. Everyone's feeling something.
Hate from a fate or crying from dying or lost in that box
Yes you yes you I'm looking at you
Emotionless on the outside yes, everyone wants to be polite
But I don't think you really know about this plight because…

Why is it that I always find emotions to be strange
Because you can interpret them in 2 different ways
Positive and negative yet it's all the same
Overemotional and aloof are both insults to date
I can't be either so why even say

Sometimes the emotion is suffocating no matter what type it might be
Anger, sadness, fear, I've felt all and yet I hate every single one of them
The panic that rises in my chest, I hate it I hate it I hate it
The sadness that crushes my throat and covers my eyes, I hate it I hate it I hate it
The anger that possesses my fists, I hate it I hate it I hate it
Sometimes it hollows me through like an old wooden tube
Or else it lights me on fire like a lighter

Take fear for instance, I feel it all the time especially when I don't want it
The way that it holds back my body like puppet strings
Or the fight-or-flight when all that could be heard is screams
Cowardly coward when my head's filled with doubt
Or a chicken that's gone off it's rocker when I'm forced to pout

Or perhaps anger when it goes inside me
And yet the fear keeps me back from ever unleashing
Sometimes violence and strength are queer ideas in mind
But of course I'm forced to keep inside
For fear dances around and asks if I'd lose a friend
And fear holds me back when a friendship I'd end

Not to talk about sadness that's ever so strong
Every time there's an insult, sadness goes to tag along
Tears that go to my eyes in any circumstance
is there possibility of it not? nope, not a chance

And so that sadness leads to anger
and so that anger is held back by fear
and all the other emotions like frustration and spite
cause as I try as a might, they want to fight
And they won't rest until their target's in sight

“So sensitive” that's what they say whenever a tear slips out
“So girly” that's what they say whenever an insult is heard
“Stop being so sensitive” is what they say when I can't take it and a waterfall is created
I hate that they look down on me as if they're strong aloof geniuses

Insensitive and sensitive are both insults to be said
And I've been called both so hey pick a side
I'm so confused about which of you all is bona fide
And yet you're confused about why I decide to hide
The emotions that cripple and stifle my pride
While you push me to say that I tried
And yet in the end, I almost yet died
An exaggeration but hey haven't we done it

When hasn't someone been judged for their feelings
Even positive ones like joy and love
Criticism always follows and it fits like a glove
Where would the world be without these emotions?

Part 4
Nightshade (262 words)
Theme: Dark thoughts/Shame

Verse 1:
I thought of the way you whispered my name
Thought of the way, I fell into shame
When it was known, I couldn't tame
That simple endless flame

Pre-chorus:
Into that hole of self-defeat, didn't know when it would fade
Inside that cave, did that guilt weigh, that deadly poison nightshade

Chorus:
The nightshade's a sickness, flooding and suffocating
Wrought it by hand every night at the stand
The nightshade's a sickness and oh did it cling
Sometimes I wonder if I'll be the first dead

Verse 2:
Thinking of how, it just sticks to the now
Taking a step and the thoughts just go yep
Bye bye reality sinking away
Staying inside this cave

Pre-chorus:
Into that hole of self-defeat, didn't know when it would fade
Inside that cave, was the guilt made, that deadly poison nightshade

Chorus:
The nightshade's a sickness, flooding and suffocating
Wrought it by hand every night at the stand
The nightshade's a sickness and oh did it cling
Sometimes I wonder if I'll be the first dead

Bridge
Wish I could talk about this nightshade more
But I am afraid for what could be in store
Would I be accepted as one of the queens
Or would I get dragged to the ground and never to be seen…

Pre-chorus:
Into that hole of self-defeat, didn't know when I would fade
Inside that cave, did it decay, that deadly poison nightshade

Chorus;
The nightshade's a sickness, flooding and suffocating
Wrought it by hand every night at the stand
The nightshade's a sickness and oh did it cling
Sometimes I wonder if I'll be the first dead

Weeklly #2

Part 1 Hello Sari, let’s begin the interview! Why don’t we begin with some questions I have for you 1. How did you get into writing? 2. If you were a flower, what flower would you be? 3. Favourite musician and song?

: I got into writing when I was very little, probably around six or seven. The reason for this was probably because I started reading early, too. One of my earliest stories, written when I was seven, was about two witches in the typical good vs. evil format. It was so silly that my dad started one of our oldest family jokes about it. Looking back at it I definitely have improved greatly in writing fiction. : Hmm… I'm not sure, since I don't really have any favorite flowers. Perhaps a pond lily, or a sunflower? I love how pretty these flowers are, and they do remind me of sunny days, which I prefer to rainy ones. Although I have to say rain motivates me while exercising, the sun really motivates me to be less lazy. That's just how I'm programmed.

: This one would have been hard for me a year ago, but I'm happy to say I've gotten into music way more since then. My current favorite song would probably be “Levitating” by Dua Lipa. The song is purely amazing, followed by the dazzling outfits and of course, the engaging futuristic theme of it all. To be honest, I'm not sure that it's even possible that Dua looks better in the simple black outfit with her natural blond locks than she does in the fancy dress, heavy makeup, and black hair. My top three favorite songwriters would probably be Ava Max, Dua Lipa, and the occasional Olivia Rodrigo.

Part 1 : Wave’s interview Here are your questions: Opinion on pineapples on pizza? Favorite book/series and author? What are some of your hobbies?

Wave] : Ah, that’s an interesting question indeed! I really do not know how to answer this, but one of the most shocking, devious, and interesting things about me is my preference for pizza, which is plain cheese! I prefer to not have anything on it except cheese, I can hear the gasps right now i’ve always loved plain cheese pizza, which also answers the question, no I do not like pineapples on pizza, or anything else except cheese. I can’t help but say, I was born this way. this is one topic I could speak about all day if you ask me for my favourite series, specifically I will have to say it’s the Harry Potter series, it’s a true masterpiece that introduced me to a world I feel like I know so well, it hurts me that I can’t go there, but it’s amazing. The character development, the use of magic in a realistic way rather than the usual good vs usual, female witches are all evil stereotypes aren’t used there, and that makes me so indulged in it. However, he Harry Potter books are not the best book to me, i’m more of a thriller person, which is why I love the book ‘The Silent Patient’ , it’s not a series, though. I really love writing, reading, painting, singing and dancing! I’m an art student in my secondary school which is my main hobby except writing. I absolutely love my hobbies and they calm me so much, without them i’d just be a regular person with no talents to showcase, i’ve spent so much time on my hobbies, most of hem have even become a passion for me!

Part 2:
I watched as he walked away from me, my fingers numbly clenched the red rose I was holding, the thorns pierced through my skin.
He does not love me, he never did. I was a stranger to him, I always will be. I loved him dearly, I had the biggest crush, I could not bear to see him go, I reached out for him to stop, he was too far for me to catch, he always had been distant, hadn't he? I pulled myself closer, but his feelings for me didn't exist, if anything it was hatred.

I felt numb with pain, like I was trapped in my own mind, I wanted to run, but where? I did not want to go further away from him, he did not break my heart, he shattered it. I was trapped in my own body, I opened my mouth to scream but no sound came out. I felt like I was going to collapse. This is it, I thought, the person I loved was walking into the sunset as I watched him from a distance. I wanted to slap him hard, how could he do this to me, I thought he liked my back, what if I caught hold of him, though? would I really slap him like I meant to, I felt like cuddling into his arms and breaking into tears. The thorns were deep in my palms by now, but my heartache was much much more than a single thorn might be. I felt like the world has spun out of balance, the person who was my soul mate, the person I was meant to be with had gone away from me, escaped my life with a simple “No.”

I wanted to grab hold of him , no matter what he said, I loved him, I loved him I whispered, my voice had come back. I fell to the ground

His sturdy voice reverberated in my mind. no. no. no. NO.
It was the same all over again. His sturdy voice reverberated in my mind. no. no. no. NO.
It was the same all over again. I could feel his presence slipping from my hand, his consciousness directed towards something else. I croaked out a sob, the winds felt too cold, my throat too hot and everything was a blur. The world was cruel and I was another young girl who was captured behind the ruthless bars of longing, regret and—unrequited love. I stumbled forward, the rose lay in front of my eyes. The thorns were coated in crimson paint and all it seemed was a memory. A painful memory. It was there, the rose, it taunted me, what were you thinking, foolish girl? All in my life, I had never felt such loyalty, and love…for someone. Who thinks I’m worthless. It’s right, I am the one who has been foolish all along. Rather than seeing things the way they were, I saw them the way I wanted to. In the end, what was gained? Lost was all. and all was lost. Hearts are not made to broken, are they? And when they are broken, shattered like shards of glass? Each stich is a stab on a grief-stricken memory the threads used to bind the pieces is frail and a single cut, could dismantle years of healing. Those beautiful petals lie on the harsh ground, contrasting. Am I that rose? But it’s meant to be loved and… so am I. I turned sharply, and walked back hugging a book in my hand and ignoring everyone. I trotted. The door to my room creaked, familiar scents swayed towards me–plagued me. I waved through and leaned on the window. I set the rose in an onyx vase. It deserves someone who will accept her.

Part 3

If we were skeletons Could you judge anyone by color?
Nope, everyone is bones
Could you body shame a person?
Nope, everyone is the same
But no matter what, we live in a judgemental society
We’d manage to judge someone
who is nothing more than bones
If all you saw was a person’s thoughts
could you judge their physical properties?
nope, but would we be satisfied? Nope
Oh, why is he thinking about that?
I don’t like her thinking
We’ll always live in this society superficial and judgementa
l So rather than changing the people
Why should we be our thoughts, why should we be skeletal?
Let’s change our train, the train of our logic
let’s be what we are let’s be people let’s be thoughtful,
let’s love a person’s heart We don’t have to respect their color, why should we think of it?
Their body like the wrapping paper their heart is the present

Part 4 If I could create a staircase to heaven
Would you look me in the eye?
Will you be staring simply at me? Staring at me though the light

I grow in this nightmare to learn Life isn’t in shades of grey
I’ll paint it out for you with gentle strokes of my simple dream in black and white

I’ll re-arrange the color wheel
I’ll blind myself to the light
I’ll stop myself completely, till I can paint my world In black and white

I’ll paint the staircase up to heaven
Oh, but would I see the light?
After you left me long ago
life has been black and white

I’ll re-arrange the color wheel
I’ll blind myself to the light
I’ll stop myself completely, till I can paint my world In black and white

I cry tears on my canvas
I look up into the sky
Oh, in the sky so vast Are you a star, shining up high?

I’ll drain out the color from the world
Since you left me, where did the color go? It used to be pink, green and gold
but where did the color go?

If someone could look through my lifeless eyes
They’ll not feel the warmth They’ll look at the emptiness they saw in me
The desire to see through the lies painted out in the confusing colors

Life is my canvas, and death is yours
Why would you leave me down hear, as above me you soar?
Oh my darling, what I would do to switch places with you
but tell me, where did the color go?

I grow in this nightmare to learn
Life isn’t in shades of grey
I’ll paint it out for you with gentle strokes of my simple dream, in blinding light

I’ll re-arrange the color wheel
I’ll blind myself to the light
I’ll stop myself completely,
till I can paint my world In the colors
you loved in the world

Random writing intended for a cabin war but I was too late alhsaobsoahwow

Menagerie of Memoirs

Grants wishes, makes friends, all inside | Underneath the smile, powerful secrets lie | Caring father, with the wrong friends | First family lost, found family better | Runaway princess finds a better life | Betrayed by heroes, seeks his revenge | Summons lightning, wanders with his friend | Anxiety and loss trouble this ocelot | Swirling around mountains, snow begins falling | Annoyed when ignored, annoyed when noticed | Bundle of joy, friend to all

(66 words)

Origins of the Master Ball Rescuers

Lark was born and raised in a quiet town by a cliff. When a fight between Kyogre and Groudon got too close, the cliff started breaking off, and Lark witnessed his local rescue team saving those who were in danger. This inspired him to come up with his own rescue group, which he called the Master Ball Rescuers, due to his hope that his group would be the best in the region. The Lillipup began dedicating his life to creating this squad, but wasn’t able to get anyone to join it, until he took the opportunity to go to a large city nearby.
Eclipse did not have a good childhood. Raised by dark, grumpy Pokémon who were trying to get her to unlock powers that she didn’t have, and mocked for her strange ability that made her turn shiny under blood moons and near other shinies, she wanted to get away from basically everyone. Although she was freed from her guardians after saving a Pichu from their wrath, she wound up in the same city as Lark, and he convinced her to join the Master Ball Rescuers, although she was hesitant.
Soon after, they found Ronald, who had been split from his family in a storm and had been attacked by a Charizard. He was lonely and scared, and did not like the chaos of the city. He joined the group primarily to have a friend, but also to prevent anyone else from going through what he had.
Pliko had lost his friends to the dark Pokémon, but wasn’t corrupted himself due to Eclipse saving him. After evolving, he tried to get some sort of job to distract him from his loneliness, and wound up joining the Master Ball Rescuers, meeting his ‘savior’ and falling in love with her.
Weevile was a prankster who simply stumbled along the group and joined them only for the partnership, rather than the cause.
The Master Ball Rescuers then began their attempt to become, well, an actual rescue team!

(335 words)

DAILY TEAM FANFICTION

Warning: This has not been proofread. Judges- this is purely for your enjoyment. I hope you are amused by at least something throughout this entire piece xD

Captain Zai turned the wheel, and consequently the Daily Schedule changed course. “Ahoy, mateys! All hand hoy!” he shouted. The entire crew scrambled to get to the deck. “The Daily Schedule needs its daily repairing.” He pointed a finger at Luna. “Ye, get up on the mast and fix the sails.”

Luna saluted. “Aye, aye, captain!” She scrambled up the mast and masterfully adjusted the sails.

Captain Zai watched the point values adjust themselves on his spreadsheet that was somehow ingeniously connected to the ship’s internal workings. “Ye, lad,” he pointed his finger at Finch, who stood at attention, “I need you to—” and he went on like that. Each member of the crew received their assignment, and Zai stood conscientiously at the helm, helping each one of them out if they got something wrong.

Once daily repairs were finished, it was time for daily brunch. They had a weekly schedule for brunch, and today’s was lasagna (baked in the ship’s top-notch kitchen) and fresh mangoes that had recently been stolen on one of their heists. This was the time for daily conversation. On that particular day, it went something like this:

“So, let us plan our next heist! Wha' do we all reckon about pillagein' Naan-Fi island next? I needs some good hardtack in me tummy,” said Starr viciously.

“I agree wit' ye thar, me hearty. I do wants hardtack,” replied Alba, delicately nibbling on a slice of mango.

Birdi and Daisy were shocked. “Nay! I will nah stand fer it!” shouted Daisy.

Birdi nodded vigorously in agreement. “I be nah plunderin' me owns cabin, thank ye mighty much. We can always drop by ‘n jus’ get some hardtack without havin' t' terrorize the wee lads.”

“Ahoy, sorry we be late,” said Robin, walking into the dining room with Sun.

“Well, hello, scallywags!” Alba said enthusiastically. The two of them were passengers, not part of the crew, but the crew treated them as if they were their own.

“Aye, nah naan fi then. Wha' if we plunder—” Luna started, but she didn’t have a chance to finish, because just then, Captain Zai was looking out a porthole and he let out a yell.

“MEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW! Thar's a ship outside! Uh, from wha' I can see, it seems t' be some campers, and sum leaders too, ‘n they be mighty mad. Mighty, mighty mad.” said the Captain worriedly.

“Blimey!” shouted Finch. “Why? Wha’ did we do?”

“How would I know, matey? Oh, me blisterin’ barnacles, I ne'er asked fer this when I said aye t' bein' cap'n.” Zai held his head in his hands.

“How do ye know they be mad, cap'n?” Birdi asked, worried.

“They ‘ave thar ropes at the ready! They be goin’ t' dirty me ship wit' thar wee feet! They be comin' o'er! Get ready fer the blow, mateys. Three, two, one…” Zai yelled, and they all held on to their chairs.

A heavy pound shuddered the ship. “Shiver me timbers!” yelled Starr, and the crew dissolved into chaos and instinct. Everyone left the dining room and headed to deck, filled with adrenaline and ready to defend the Daily Schedule. Brunch was forgotten. Wasted mangoes and lasagna littered the floor. It was a scene of great trauma.

There was a cinematic feeling to all of it, the daily crew standing aboard their ship, pencils and paper at the ready, facing the crew of rebels, also with pencils and papers at the ready.

“Let the great battle fer the Daily Schedule begin!” called out Captain Zai, and everyone furiously began writing.

You see, these pirates were not like other pirates. Their loot was comprised of mainly ideas and words (and mangoes). In that sense, their competitions were also different. In order to gain control of a ship, you had to make a better case for it than the opposing crew did. So the rebels that wanted to overthrow the daily crew and take control of the Daily Schedule had to provide clear reasoning as to why, through speed rounds. It really was an ingenious system.

At the end of ten minutes, they were ready to begin the debate. “Each o' ye ‘ave thirty seconds t’ state yer case against us,” said Alba.

JC, who seemed to be their captain, went first. “The daily team doesn't do a good job of making time go faster! I want access to the next daily, and I want it now. You make us wait too long.”

The rebels lacked the hard-earned pirate accent, and this was much to the delight of the crew. Captain Zai was happy to provide the first defense. “So ye reckon that ye can be a pirate, ‘n ye don’t even the accent. Such amateurs. Aye, nobody has the power t' control time, arrr? Nah even ye. So wha’, ye wants t' see the next daily. Ain't that ruinin' the surprise?”

It was Rainy’s turn next. “I want more cabin wars! And more dailies! Two dailies per day, please.”

“I, for one, think we should have dailies every two hours,” said Alia, nodding along. “We need more! While you all are enjoying your mangoes and your lasagna, comfortably in your luxury cruise ship that you claim is a pirate ship, we’re starving here, starving for prompts and for ideas, and we need you to supply them.”

“Ah, I see yer use o' pathos. That won't help ye here, me hearty. That be, usin' ‘hearty’ ironically.” Birdi said. “Seriously, that's far too much work, ‘n besides, that goes against the entire meanin’ o' the word daily. If ‘tis about mangoes, I’ll give ye some in the name o' peace, arrr?”

“Ye're bein' too soft, Birdi. I say we make ‘em walk the plank if we win, which we most assuredly will!" asserted Sun.

“Aye!” chorused the daily team.

The rebels were undaunted.

“Dailies need to be longer!” someone called Clem shouted.

“They need to be more chaotic!” yelled a camper named Luna.

“We want to be on the daily team too!” Lio, Stormi, and Peachii yelled. “Rights for past leaders!”

So the daily crew began responding, and all fell into chaos. Words were written so furiously that pencil stabbed through paper, and the noise grew louder and louder until it was so loud that nobody could hear the sound of their own voice.

“AVAST YE!” screamed Alba through the din, and all fell silent, because Alba had that effect on people. “When did this become a protest ’n nah an organized debate? I be disappointed in all o' ye. Since ye broke the rules by starting it, I reckon it's warranted fer the daily crew t' get t' ‘ave a conference amongst ourselves, eh?”

The campers (and leaders) nodded sullenly.

So the daily team retreated into a huddle.

“I say we capture ’em ‘n make ’em walk the plank!” Zai huffed.

“T' Davy Jones' locker wit' ‘em! We needs t’ show ‘em thar galleon!” said Sun in agreement.

“Calm down, mateys.” Birdi cautioned.

“Listen t’ Birdi. No one be mighty in the wrong here,” Robin reasoned. So the two hosts laid out a plan. They would call a truce with the campers and then drop them off at Suggestion Forum Island so that they could later consider their ideas.

No one on the daily team was very fond of this plan, but that was because it was a very reasonable one. And you see, pirates aren’t reasonable. They’re ruthless! And great at debate! But the point was fair, and in their hearts they were all mostly reasonable people, and so the plan was settled.

The campers took kindly to the truce and at dinner, some members from each crew worked together to create a large mango pie using the entirety of the remaining mangoes. Unfortunately it was not big enough for everyone, just before it was about to be served, the entire pie disappeared.

The truce was broken off. The daily team was furious, and their stomachs were empty of mangoes. A bad combination. They shut the rebels in a locked room and moored their ship at the pier of Suggestion Forum Island.

The rebels didn’t really mind. They were too busy eating the smuggled pie. So by the end, they weren’t too concerned of their fate.

“Sons of biscuit eaters!” Birdi yelled at the rebels. “We trusted ye, ’n ‘tis how ye repay us. Ye will now ’ave t' be resigned t' writin' out yer suggestions fer us fer the rest o' SWC. Good luck findin' someone t' come fetch ye.”

They walked off the plank. Symbolically, at least. In reality, they were escorted down the high-tech metal stairs that unfolded from the Daily Schedule, and were left stranded with full stomachs and plenty of mango trees and even the potential to make some of the changes that they were hoping to. All in all, not too bad an end.

As for the daily crew, they went on sailing the seas, having adventures galore, eating plenty of mangoes and perfecting their pirate slang.