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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
╔══ ≪ weekly four ≫ ══╗
START
“Are you alright?”
Dan glances up from where he was sitting, striking his dagger against a rock to sharpen it. As he does so, his weapon stills in his hands, firmly clutched between his index finger and thumb. He doesn’t notice that it scrapes him slightly, red burning at the edge of his skin.
“Yes, yes,” he answers, directing his gaze back towards the knife. He shakes his hand out to ease it from the cramps, little speckles of crimson splattering his top, and he continues with the sharpening.
“Are you nervous for the attack?”
“Can you leave me alone?”
“Fine.” Elodie’s gaze scorches the back of his neck as she idles off, and he plays with the knife a little more when she leaves.
“It’s not her job to tell me what to do.” he whispers to himself furiously. “Sure, she’s my sister, but it isn’t her job – I should protect her – horrible guardian, she is.” He continues whispering these mild abuses under his breath, as several other guardians had glanced over at him when he was talking to himself.
(181 words)
HORROR
“Sprint for three minutes,”
Declan continues sharpening his knife, thinking solemnly about all the problems and mayhem that this stupid war is causing him. After all, he could be at home, making a delicious pie from the apples that fall seasonally from the orchard; he could be at university, learning diligently and sharing his thoughts and opinions with those similar to him; he could be hugging his mother, talking to his father, desperate to impress him – but no, no, he had to be there at the edge of a fictional army that could possibly be plunged into the most dangerous mountain of all time to fight off a herd of angry trolls that would probably do no harm had they not been chasing them in the first place. With Elodie, who he is pretty sure would actually volunteer him as a sacrifice if combat doesn’t go well.
He smiles bitterly, ignoring the confused looks of the other guardians.
‘Guardian’ itself seems fake. It doesn’t feel like a word, rather just a phrase that people coin when they want you to do something. He was first called a guardian at the age of seven, when he was playing outside near a tree. He had speared an apple, and, after collecting his well-deserved prize, his mentor had smiled down at him, “You might be a guardian someday.”
He can’t remember whether he had smiled back or not. He hoped he hadn’t. He hoped past him had had some sense, though he knew deep down that that was not true.
(253 words)
ADVENTURE
“Sprint until the next 1000”
His knife, now sharp enough for its sole purpose, is slipped into his back pocket, blade placed away from his skin. He stretches, glares at someone who strays too close to his spot, and slowly makes his way to one of the tents quickly put up when they first took refuge here.
“Are you okay, Dan?” asks one of the people inside, one of the more bearable guardians that he lets himself smile at.
“Yeah, just bothered. I’m fine.”
“Cool. Good luck, here’s your supplies.”
He is handed a rucksack filled with bottles of water, food, an emergency pack (he doesn’t want to think about emergencies), and a compass, as well as another package containing his cloak and boots.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“Hopefully I’ll see you after this?"
“Hopefully, yeah. I’ll miss you.” he adds softly.
“Same to you, mate. See if Elodie will sacrifice herself for you. I’m sure if she’d get any fame from it she would.”
“True,” he manages to laugh before he walks away.
–
And, two hours later, he is packed alongside another five Guardians in a squished cart pulled by a singular horse. Nobody’s joking, and, frankly, Dan doesn’t feel like he wants to, either. Instead, he plays with his knife, recalling memories of all the good times in his life. There weren’t that many good moments.
“It’s a shame that I won’t have the chance to make more,” he says out loud thoughtfully. The cart goes silent, and he feels everyone’s eyes on him. He doesn’t apologise, and slowly the others slip into conversation.
Good memories. He focuses on that, squinting in the dim lighting. There was the day when he got his guitar and sat outside plucking the strings in tune to the bird’s songs. There was the day when he had found a fox cub outside in the garden and spent a gleeful afternoon tossing scraps to it and running around like a maniac. There was the day when Elodie had left for training. He smiled openly at that memory – he had been allowed to do whatever for two glorious days, and when she came back home, she was complaining so much about the experience that his parents decided to hold him back from going until he was older.
He hadn’t really liked any of his family that much, even back then. His fingers were craving a guitar now. He could remember going to his mother with swollen fingers from the amount of playing he had done, and she had dipped them into freezing cold water and told him to ignore it.
“When you’re a guardian, you won’t have that privilege. Learn now. Got it?”
That was after he had been chosen as a guardian. He divides his life in two periods; before and after. Before was the blissful memories. Afterwards was leaving to this moment.
“Hey, kid, you alright?” asks the person beside him.
He squints again. “Yeah, sorry.”
“Thinking about it?”
“It being–”
The other person finishes with some amount of relish, “The end.”
“I was thinking about before the end, actually. Trying to figure out whether this was worthwhile or not.” “Nothing’s worthwhile, kid,” they reply.
“Why are you calling me ‘kid’? We’re the same age, probably.” Dan asks, looking at the person for the first time. They have golden hair that hangs to their shoulders, brown eyes, and they’re wearing a sage green cloak. They seem acceptable. Like someone that has decided whether it’s worth trying or not.
“I do that to everyone. Endearing, you know. It also makes me feel older. I need to stop feeling so young – makes me feel sorry for myself, and that doesn’t help anyone.” They rub their forehead with their index finger.
“Is that nail polish?” Dan asks disbelievingly.
“I’m allowing myself some comfort, alright?”
Dan stares at the little dotted pattern on their nails, brown and white, and then he smiles.
“Do you have any more?”
“Sure, man! Here.” They delve into their rucksack and retrieve two bottles of it, smiling as they wave it triumphantly.
And so that is how Dan ends up getting his nails done for the first time, two hours before his death.
(698 words – 1051 words in total)
FOLKLORE
“Pick a Taylor Swift song and sprint for its duration,” – Cardigan
Dan steps outside the trailer, blinking in the sunlight. His new acquaintance follows, but they just run their fingers through their hair and grin.
“It’s a big mountain, isn’t it?”
The mountains stretch up to meet the sky, grey imperial peaks, stony faces of cliffs and snow settling onto the peaks like a comfortable blanket.
“That’s one way to describe it.”
They both stare up for a second, then Dan glances down. Colours swim in front of his eyes.
“Hey, kid, is that your sister?”
He looks up.
Elodie is striding towards them, and she looks distinctly unhappy.
“Elodie?” he manages to say weakly.
“Dan! Where were you? I thought you were supposed to be in my trailer – oh, who are you?” Her pupils dilate slightly, and they defiantly stare back.
“I’m your brother’s manicurist, got it? I don’t think he needs anymore pressure. Plus, it’s the end. No need to hound him when there’s no point.”
Elodie stares. Dan can feel her optimism draining away.
“Fine,” she says with some difficulty.
“Good.” They turn to Dan, slip their hand on top of his sleeve, and tugs gently at it.
“Let’s go look at the horses, shall we?”
They leave Elodie in the dust.
(204 words)
NAAN-FI
“include someone who bakes,”
Dan feels comfortable, for the first time. He is telling them all about his guitar and his favourite songs while they feed the horses grass ripped from the ground, and they are laughing obligingly, until he realises that they have not formally introduced each other.
“Oh. I don’t know your name,” he says abruptly.
“Here’s a little summary of me, then. My name’s August, I like baking, nail polish, and the colour green, three things that there is a distinct lack of in this world. I grew up in a town where Guardians aren’t even known about, and it would’ve stayed like that, too, had I not had the misfortune to move and instantly be picked as ‘special’. What about you?”
“I’m Dan. I have a sister; I grew up in the countryside. I like music. I hate being a Guardian. I hate a lot of things.”
“Nice to meet you, Dan.”
“What type of things do you like to bake?”
“Bread, mostly. It smells so nice when it comes straight out of the oven.”
“I can imagine.”
They both smile at each other.
(184 words)
DYSTOPIAN
“bejeweled – confident character!”
A call goes up around them, and August twines their hands together, interlocked. “Seems like we have a mild problem that comes in the form of a meeting.”
“That’s a roundabout way of saying goodbye, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. See you afterwards?”
Dan grins back without trying to. “Of course. You’re nice.”
“Thanks, kid. You’re nice, too. Shame that we don’t get more time to talk.”
Dan strides towards the meeting, slipping into the crowds of people that he knows. He sees Elodie, who motions for him to come forward, but he shakes his head and grins. He’s powerful, now. August has inspired him.
He reaches the front of the crowd and tries to pay attention, but finds himself straightening up, staring ahead, a cocky smile forming in the corner of his mouth.
“The first group will include Elodie Smith, August Bracken, Brady Gem, Oliver Ellis, and Dan Smith.”
He stops. Pauses.
Around him, people are reaching to pat him, whisper their condolences.
This means that there is no chance.
And August doesn’t have a chance, either. Neither does Elodie. Neither does Oliver and Brady, whoever they are. The first group never has a chance. He doesn’t get to make any more good memories.
He cares, and that’s impressive, as an hour ago he was already accepting defeat.
Now he wants to escape.
I will escape, he tells himself. That’s why he keeps smiling stoically. I can do this. I trust myself.
“Dan?” August whispers in his ear.
“Yeah?” He never even noticed that they were at his side.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too. But we can do this.”
“I’m sure we can.”
He doesn’t like the note of nervousness in their voice.
(283 words)
FAN-FI
“150 word flashback,”
“Dan, wake up.”
He grumbles.
“Dan, wake up!”
He opens his eyes to see Elodie staring at him. She is holding a pair of scissors and is grinning manically. “Elodie, what is it?”
“I think you need a haircut. Your hair is far too long.”
“What?”
He sits up, and large clumps of his hair fall off onto his pillow. He screams as she leans in for a final chop. His pillow, now covered in stray bits of hair, topples off his bed onto the floor. He can already imagine his parent’s horror, and how he would be blamed, rather than Elodie. He can imagine the dismay of everyone at school. He can imagine the teasing that would come from this, the punishments. Elodie is still grinning at him. He lunges forward, grabs the scissors, and forces it onto her hair.
“I hate you.” He hisses, and she looks genuinely scared.
“You’re a guardian,” she whispers back in a solemn voice.
He lets go of the scissors. They fall onto the floor next to the clumps of hair, and he crumbles, too.
“Are you lying?”
For the first time, Elodie tells the truth.
“No.”
(191 words)
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START
“Are you alright?”
Dan glances up from where he was sitting, striking his dagger against a rock to sharpen it. As he does so, his weapon stills in his hands, firmly clutched between his index finger and thumb. He doesn’t notice that it scrapes him slightly, red burning at the edge of his skin.
“Yes, yes,” he answers, directing his gaze back towards the knife. He shakes his hand out to ease it from the cramps, little speckles of crimson splattering his top, and he continues with the sharpening.
“Are you nervous for the attack?”
“Can you leave me alone?”
“Fine.” Elodie’s gaze scorches the back of his neck as she idles off, and he plays with the knife a little more when she leaves.
“It’s not her job to tell me what to do.” he whispers to himself furiously. “Sure, she’s my sister, but it isn’t her job – I should protect her – horrible guardian, she is.” He continues whispering these mild abuses under his breath, as several other guardians had glanced over at him when he was talking to himself.
(181 words)
HORROR
“Sprint for three minutes,”
Declan continues sharpening his knife, thinking solemnly about all the problems and mayhem that this stupid war is causing him. After all, he could be at home, making a delicious pie from the apples that fall seasonally from the orchard; he could be at university, learning diligently and sharing his thoughts and opinions with those similar to him; he could be hugging his mother, talking to his father, desperate to impress him – but no, no, he had to be there at the edge of a fictional army that could possibly be plunged into the most dangerous mountain of all time to fight off a herd of angry trolls that would probably do no harm had they not been chasing them in the first place. With Elodie, who he is pretty sure would actually volunteer him as a sacrifice if combat doesn’t go well.
He smiles bitterly, ignoring the confused looks of the other guardians.
‘Guardian’ itself seems fake. It doesn’t feel like a word, rather just a phrase that people coin when they want you to do something. He was first called a guardian at the age of seven, when he was playing outside near a tree. He had speared an apple, and, after collecting his well-deserved prize, his mentor had smiled down at him, “You might be a guardian someday.”
He can’t remember whether he had smiled back or not. He hoped he hadn’t. He hoped past him had had some sense, though he knew deep down that that was not true.
(253 words)
ADVENTURE
“Sprint until the next 1000”
His knife, now sharp enough for its sole purpose, is slipped into his back pocket, blade placed away from his skin. He stretches, glares at someone who strays too close to his spot, and slowly makes his way to one of the tents quickly put up when they first took refuge here.
“Are you okay, Dan?” asks one of the people inside, one of the more bearable guardians that he lets himself smile at.
“Yeah, just bothered. I’m fine.”
“Cool. Good luck, here’s your supplies.”
He is handed a rucksack filled with bottles of water, food, an emergency pack (he doesn’t want to think about emergencies), and a compass, as well as another package containing his cloak and boots.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
“Hopefully I’ll see you after this?"
“Hopefully, yeah. I’ll miss you.” he adds softly.
“Same to you, mate. See if Elodie will sacrifice herself for you. I’m sure if she’d get any fame from it she would.”
“True,” he manages to laugh before he walks away.
–
And, two hours later, he is packed alongside another five Guardians in a squished cart pulled by a singular horse. Nobody’s joking, and, frankly, Dan doesn’t feel like he wants to, either. Instead, he plays with his knife, recalling memories of all the good times in his life. There weren’t that many good moments.
“It’s a shame that I won’t have the chance to make more,” he says out loud thoughtfully. The cart goes silent, and he feels everyone’s eyes on him. He doesn’t apologise, and slowly the others slip into conversation.
Good memories. He focuses on that, squinting in the dim lighting. There was the day when he got his guitar and sat outside plucking the strings in tune to the bird’s songs. There was the day when he had found a fox cub outside in the garden and spent a gleeful afternoon tossing scraps to it and running around like a maniac. There was the day when Elodie had left for training. He smiled openly at that memory – he had been allowed to do whatever for two glorious days, and when she came back home, she was complaining so much about the experience that his parents decided to hold him back from going until he was older.
He hadn’t really liked any of his family that much, even back then. His fingers were craving a guitar now. He could remember going to his mother with swollen fingers from the amount of playing he had done, and she had dipped them into freezing cold water and told him to ignore it.
“When you’re a guardian, you won’t have that privilege. Learn now. Got it?”
That was after he had been chosen as a guardian. He divides his life in two periods; before and after. Before was the blissful memories. Afterwards was leaving to this moment.
“Hey, kid, you alright?” asks the person beside him.
He squints again. “Yeah, sorry.”
“Thinking about it?”
“It being–”
The other person finishes with some amount of relish, “The end.”
“I was thinking about before the end, actually. Trying to figure out whether this was worthwhile or not.” “Nothing’s worthwhile, kid,” they reply.
“Why are you calling me ‘kid’? We’re the same age, probably.” Dan asks, looking at the person for the first time. They have golden hair that hangs to their shoulders, brown eyes, and they’re wearing a sage green cloak. They seem acceptable. Like someone that has decided whether it’s worth trying or not.
“I do that to everyone. Endearing, you know. It also makes me feel older. I need to stop feeling so young – makes me feel sorry for myself, and that doesn’t help anyone.” They rub their forehead with their index finger.
“Is that nail polish?” Dan asks disbelievingly.
“I’m allowing myself some comfort, alright?”
Dan stares at the little dotted pattern on their nails, brown and white, and then he smiles.
“Do you have any more?”
“Sure, man! Here.” They delve into their rucksack and retrieve two bottles of it, smiling as they wave it triumphantly.
And so that is how Dan ends up getting his nails done for the first time, two hours before his death.
(698 words – 1051 words in total)
FOLKLORE
“Pick a Taylor Swift song and sprint for its duration,” – Cardigan
Dan steps outside the trailer, blinking in the sunlight. His new acquaintance follows, but they just run their fingers through their hair and grin.
“It’s a big mountain, isn’t it?”
The mountains stretch up to meet the sky, grey imperial peaks, stony faces of cliffs and snow settling onto the peaks like a comfortable blanket.
“That’s one way to describe it.”
They both stare up for a second, then Dan glances down. Colours swim in front of his eyes.
“Hey, kid, is that your sister?”
He looks up.
Elodie is striding towards them, and she looks distinctly unhappy.
“Elodie?” he manages to say weakly.
“Dan! Where were you? I thought you were supposed to be in my trailer – oh, who are you?” Her pupils dilate slightly, and they defiantly stare back.
“I’m your brother’s manicurist, got it? I don’t think he needs anymore pressure. Plus, it’s the end. No need to hound him when there’s no point.”
Elodie stares. Dan can feel her optimism draining away.
“Fine,” she says with some difficulty.
“Good.” They turn to Dan, slip their hand on top of his sleeve, and tugs gently at it.
“Let’s go look at the horses, shall we?”
They leave Elodie in the dust.
(204 words)
NAAN-FI
“include someone who bakes,”
Dan feels comfortable, for the first time. He is telling them all about his guitar and his favourite songs while they feed the horses grass ripped from the ground, and they are laughing obligingly, until he realises that they have not formally introduced each other.
“Oh. I don’t know your name,” he says abruptly.
“Here’s a little summary of me, then. My name’s August, I like baking, nail polish, and the colour green, three things that there is a distinct lack of in this world. I grew up in a town where Guardians aren’t even known about, and it would’ve stayed like that, too, had I not had the misfortune to move and instantly be picked as ‘special’. What about you?”
“I’m Dan. I have a sister; I grew up in the countryside. I like music. I hate being a Guardian. I hate a lot of things.”
“Nice to meet you, Dan.”
“What type of things do you like to bake?”
“Bread, mostly. It smells so nice when it comes straight out of the oven.”
“I can imagine.”
They both smile at each other.
(184 words)
DYSTOPIAN
“bejeweled – confident character!”
A call goes up around them, and August twines their hands together, interlocked. “Seems like we have a mild problem that comes in the form of a meeting.”
“That’s a roundabout way of saying goodbye, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. See you afterwards?”
Dan grins back without trying to. “Of course. You’re nice.”
“Thanks, kid. You’re nice, too. Shame that we don’t get more time to talk.”
Dan strides towards the meeting, slipping into the crowds of people that he knows. He sees Elodie, who motions for him to come forward, but he shakes his head and grins. He’s powerful, now. August has inspired him.
He reaches the front of the crowd and tries to pay attention, but finds himself straightening up, staring ahead, a cocky smile forming in the corner of his mouth.
“The first group will include Elodie Smith, August Bracken, Brady Gem, Oliver Ellis, and Dan Smith.”
He stops. Pauses.
Around him, people are reaching to pat him, whisper their condolences.
This means that there is no chance.
And August doesn’t have a chance, either. Neither does Elodie. Neither does Oliver and Brady, whoever they are. The first group never has a chance. He doesn’t get to make any more good memories.
He cares, and that’s impressive, as an hour ago he was already accepting defeat.
Now he wants to escape.
I will escape, he tells himself. That’s why he keeps smiling stoically. I can do this. I trust myself.
“Dan?” August whispers in his ear.
“Yeah?” He never even noticed that they were at his side.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too. But we can do this.”
“I’m sure we can.”
He doesn’t like the note of nervousness in their voice.
(283 words)
FAN-FI
“150 word flashback,”
“Dan, wake up.”
He grumbles.
“Dan, wake up!”
He opens his eyes to see Elodie staring at him. She is holding a pair of scissors and is grinning manically. “Elodie, what is it?”
“I think you need a haircut. Your hair is far too long.”
“What?”
He sits up, and large clumps of his hair fall off onto his pillow. He screams as she leans in for a final chop. His pillow, now covered in stray bits of hair, topples off his bed onto the floor. He can already imagine his parent’s horror, and how he would be blamed, rather than Elodie. He can imagine the dismay of everyone at school. He can imagine the teasing that would come from this, the punishments. Elodie is still grinning at him. He lunges forward, grabs the scissors, and forces it onto her hair.
“I hate you.” He hisses, and she looks genuinely scared.
“You’re a guardian,” she whispers back in a solemn voice.
He lets go of the scissors. They fall onto the floor next to the clumps of hair, and he crumbles, too.
“Are you lying?”
For the first time, Elodie tells the truth.
“No.”
(191 words)
1;6;16;5;8/1/6/10/3/4/;333131;
- cxtton-moon
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Scratcher
24 posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
cabin wars! 
total word count: 161 words
Only the morning dew and doves can awaken my broken soul
my dear
Days blur into nights
without your hand to hold
no song
can fill my aching heart
Only dreams
soothe my troubled soul, my heart
take me
to an unspoken, unknown, reality
where you are there
How then,
does my troubled soul find peace
without your fingers
intertwined in mine?
How then,
will the years go on
if the world cracks
beneath my feet?
How then,
after all I've done
not standing at my side
no matter how hard I try?
Only when you come,
does the world stitch itself
back together again,
does the world seemingly
get brighter
Only when you come,
do I find peace,
do I find
your quiet murmurings
and affirmations
of love
plenty to live off of
Only when you come,
does the key to my heart
to my soul
to my love
unlocks,
and my love
comes pouring out,
ready to embrace
you.
total word count: 161 wordsOnly the morning dew and doves can awaken my broken soul
my dear
Days blur into nights
without your hand to hold
no song
can fill my aching heart
Only dreams
soothe my troubled soul, my heart
take me
to an unspoken, unknown, reality
where you are there
How then,
does my troubled soul find peace
without your fingers
intertwined in mine?
How then,
will the years go on
if the world cracks
beneath my feet?
How then,
after all I've done
not standing at my side
no matter how hard I try?
Only when you come,
does the world stitch itself
back together again,
does the world seemingly
get brighter
Only when you come,
do I find peace,
do I find
your quiet murmurings
and affirmations
of love
plenty to live off of
Only when you come,
does the key to my heart
to my soul
to my love
unlocks,
and my love
comes pouring out,
ready to embrace
you.
- lokiously
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
short thank-you notes for luna's war <3: an unimpressive 101 words total
Dear Gabbie,
You are an amazing host. You're on top of everything, from making sure dystopian wins has lots of fun, to staying up all night for cabin wars. Get some sleeeep, Gabbie! Now I'm the one telling you life > swc.
Yours (quite literally),
Raya
Dear Dawn,
All the alliteration - dear, dystopian, dimension - is wowing me. Was this all planned?
Anyways, thank you so much for being a wonderful co-leader to all of us. Thank you for just being slay, and adding our points, and adding our words! You're so awesome and so nice; you're a lovely person overall.
Yours,
Raya
Last edited by lokiously (Nov. 26, 2022 20:26:56)
- cxtton-moon
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Scratcher
24 posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
MORE CABIN WARS 
As the raging fire erupted around them, smoke and ashes blowing through the air, the pillagers and thieves began to attack, swords out and ready, prepared for battle. The war of the peaceful civilians of Olympia against those who had been banished had gone on too long. But nevertheless, as the best warrior of Olympia, Faun had sworn an oath to fight alongside her people in every situation, whether she liked it or not. Faun sighed, and stared out forlornly at her people, some fighting, most dead. The dead lined the streets of Olympia, their bodies covered in blood, their legs and arms bent at angles they shouldn't be bent at. Is this what Olympia has come to be? Faun sighed again, and then caught sight of her own brother, who was fighting alongside the civilians. He was injured, and he had fallen to the floor with a big gash on his leg, which was spewing blood continuously. Above him stood a thief and murderer, sword out, preparing to kill. “No!” Faun yelled, running towards him, dagger out. But she was too late. The sword plummeted into Faun's brothers body, but the next second, he was impaled by Faun. This was one of the many downsides to war. We all lose something.
212 words total!
As the raging fire erupted around them, smoke and ashes blowing through the air, the pillagers and thieves began to attack, swords out and ready, prepared for battle. The war of the peaceful civilians of Olympia against those who had been banished had gone on too long. But nevertheless, as the best warrior of Olympia, Faun had sworn an oath to fight alongside her people in every situation, whether she liked it or not. Faun sighed, and stared out forlornly at her people, some fighting, most dead. The dead lined the streets of Olympia, their bodies covered in blood, their legs and arms bent at angles they shouldn't be bent at. Is this what Olympia has come to be? Faun sighed again, and then caught sight of her own brother, who was fighting alongside the civilians. He was injured, and he had fallen to the floor with a big gash on his leg, which was spewing blood continuously. Above him stood a thief and murderer, sword out, preparing to kill. “No!” Faun yelled, running towards him, dagger out. But she was too late. The sword plummeted into Faun's brothers body, but the next second, he was impaled by Faun. This was one of the many downsides to war. We all lose something.
212 words total!
- icebunny11
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
Nickname- Ava
Contents- Cabin wars #2
Word count- 659
Topic- Percy Jackson Movie Script
Cabin- thriller
*opening music plays*
*Title comes into view, slowly fading in*
*slowly fading in below it*
*Opening music fades out, complete silence, and the screen goes blank*
*screen comes back to color suddenly, on the face of a boy. Zooms in till only one of his eyes are shown. The eye suddenly opens, revealing a sea-green color*
Percy's voice: Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
*opening music 2 starts up*
*screen has a bold letter: ‘Book 1’ as the scene fades to pages turning of a book with different pictures of Annabeth, Percy, and Grover.
Percy's voice: If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now.
*Zooms in on a page of the book*
Percy's voice: Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Trust me, you'll like it more.
*Zooms out of page*
Percy's voice: Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary.
*sound effect of Warriors shouting, and swords being unsheathed*
Percy's voice: Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
*Pictures of the three slowly change to war scenes*
*pages stop turning abruptly as a child runs into the room*
Percy's voice: If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
Child: *laughs and puts the book back on the shelf after dusting it*
Percy's voice: But if you recognize yourself in this pages-if you feel something stirring inside-stop reading immediately.
*screen goes black*
Percy's voice: You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
*screen changes to a school bus. Loud chattering is heard, and the scene zooms up on a boy with sea-green eyes and black hair. Next to him is a tall person with curly brown hair and brown eyes*
Percy: *glaring behind him at a girl with red hair*
Percy's voice: My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy.
Am I a troubled kid?
Nancy: *throws pieces of sandwich at Grover*
Percy's voice: Yeah. You could say that.
Grover: *shows no sign of irritation*
Percy's voice: We were on a field trip to some museum to look at the Greek and Roman stuff. The field trips were always so boring. But this time Mr. Brunner was leading it, so I had a few hopes. At least, I wouldn't get in trouble.
I was so wrong.
Nancy: *throws more peanut butter and jelly sandwich at Grover.*
Percy: *growls* I'm going to kill her.
Grover: It's ok, I like peanut butter. *dodges sandwich piece*
Percy: *gets up* That's it.
Grover: Sit down, you're already on probation.
Percy: *sighs and sits down*
*Bus stops and students get off, led by a man in a wheelchair. He has brown hair and a beard.*
Student 1: I wish our Latin teacher was Mr. Brunner!
Percy: *smiles slightly*
*Children walk past artifacts till they reach a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top*
Mr. Brunner: This was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about your age. *continues talking*
*Everyone around Percy is talking. He tells them to shut up, and a woman with greyish-brown hair gives him an evil eye*
Percy: But Mrs. Dodds-
Mrs. Dodds: Shut it.
*Nancy snickers and Percy says a little too loud;*
Percy: Shut up.
Mr. Brunner: Yes Percy?
Percy: Nothing sir.
Mr. Brunner: Do you know what this picture means?
Percy: *Looks at painting* That's Kronos eating his kids, right?
Mr. Brunner: Obviously. And why?
Percy: Kronos was the kind of Titans, and-
Nancy: *whisper* Like we'll use this in real life.
Mr. Brunner: Like Ms. Bobofit's question, how will you use this in real life?
Grover: *mutter* Busted.
Nancy: *angry whisper* shut up.
Percy: *pause* I… don't know, sir
Mr. Brunner: *disappointed* I see. On a happy note, it's time for lunch! Mrs. Dodds, could you lead us back outside?
*Percy was about to leave when*
Mr. Brunner: Mr. Jackson, please come here.
Contents- Cabin wars #2
Word count- 659
Topic- Percy Jackson Movie Script
Cabin- thriller
LET'S GET STARTED
*opening music plays*
*Title comes into view, slowly fading in*
*slowly fading in below it*
*Opening music fades out, complete silence, and the screen goes blank*
*screen comes back to color suddenly, on the face of a boy. Zooms in till only one of his eyes are shown. The eye suddenly opens, revealing a sea-green color*
Percy's voice: Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
*opening music 2 starts up*
*screen has a bold letter: ‘Book 1’ as the scene fades to pages turning of a book with different pictures of Annabeth, Percy, and Grover.
Percy's voice: If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now.
*Zooms in on a page of the book*
Percy's voice: Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Trust me, you'll like it more.
*Zooms out of page*
Percy's voice: Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary.
*sound effect of Warriors shouting, and swords being unsheathed*
Percy's voice: Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
*Pictures of the three slowly change to war scenes*
*pages stop turning abruptly as a child runs into the room*
Percy's voice: If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
Child: *laughs and puts the book back on the shelf after dusting it*
Percy's voice: But if you recognize yourself in this pages-if you feel something stirring inside-stop reading immediately.
*screen goes black*
Percy's voice: You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
*screen changes to a school bus. Loud chattering is heard, and the scene zooms up on a boy with sea-green eyes and black hair. Next to him is a tall person with curly brown hair and brown eyes*
Percy: *glaring behind him at a girl with red hair*
Percy's voice: My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy.
Am I a troubled kid?
Nancy: *throws pieces of sandwich at Grover*
Percy's voice: Yeah. You could say that.
Grover: *shows no sign of irritation*
Percy's voice: We were on a field trip to some museum to look at the Greek and Roman stuff. The field trips were always so boring. But this time Mr. Brunner was leading it, so I had a few hopes. At least, I wouldn't get in trouble.
I was so wrong.
Nancy: *throws more peanut butter and jelly sandwich at Grover.*
Percy: *growls* I'm going to kill her.
Grover: It's ok, I like peanut butter. *dodges sandwich piece*
Percy: *gets up* That's it.
Grover: Sit down, you're already on probation.
Percy: *sighs and sits down*
*Bus stops and students get off, led by a man in a wheelchair. He has brown hair and a beard.*
Student 1: I wish our Latin teacher was Mr. Brunner!
Percy: *smiles slightly*
*Children walk past artifacts till they reach a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top*
Mr. Brunner: This was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about your age. *continues talking*
*Everyone around Percy is talking. He tells them to shut up, and a woman with greyish-brown hair gives him an evil eye*
Percy: But Mrs. Dodds-
Mrs. Dodds: Shut it.
*Nancy snickers and Percy says a little too loud;*
Percy: Shut up.
Mr. Brunner: Yes Percy?
Percy: Nothing sir.
Mr. Brunner: Do you know what this picture means?
Percy: *Looks at painting* That's Kronos eating his kids, right?
Mr. Brunner: Obviously. And why?
Percy: Kronos was the kind of Titans, and-
Nancy: *whisper* Like we'll use this in real life.
Mr. Brunner: Like Ms. Bobofit's question, how will you use this in real life?
Grover: *mutter* Busted.
Nancy: *angry whisper* shut up.
Percy: *pause* I… don't know, sir
Mr. Brunner: *disappointed* I see. On a happy note, it's time for lunch! Mrs. Dodds, could you lead us back outside?
*Percy was about to leave when*
Mr. Brunner: Mr. Jackson, please come here.
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SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
Weekly #4: 1;9;12;7;8/1/7/3/6/10/14/5/2/9/11/;211123332111;
I used a prompt to get me started.
The prompt: Set your story inside a character’s mind, literally.
I also took certain aspects of Shannon Messenger’s telepathy tricks. If you know which bits, then you know ;D
t/w: mentions death
100 Words:
Christie looked around at the confusion in front of her. Alissa’s memories spread out before me, but they were all out of order so Christie couldn’t make any sense of it.
Earlier today, Alissa had given her permission to enter her mind to figure out who Alissa really was. The poor girl had woken up with a bunch of random memories from multiple people, she had adopted the name ‘Alissa’ after one person from a random memory had called her that. Christie was tasked to figure out Alissa’s true identity based on the given memories.
Christie knew this was going to be very hard. No one else has ever had this problem. For all they knew, all the memories could be fake, Alissa’s real memories could be gone, taken from her somehow.
She knew that Alissa feared this, Christie could hear it in her thoughts. But she refused to believe that’s the situation at hand.
(155 words written)
Horror: Write for 5 minutes at your own pace
Christie took a look at the first memory. From what Alissa was given. From the memories given, she had three possible identities that could be her. She was able to narrow it down from the other random memories given by connecting them with others.
For example, if she saw someone in a memory call her by a certain name and in a different memory she was called by the same name, then that would be a memory from the same person. Alissa then marked all memories with a certain color if they belonged to one identity.
The current memory was marked with a blue tinge. Alissa had told Christie that the one’s marked with blue were the ones that belonged to the person that went by the name ‘Grace’.
Christie watched the memory keenly. It was in the perspective of Grace, who was writing something down- a letter. Christie tried to take a better look at the letter but the words were blurred out, except for the part when Grace signed the letter. Grace had signed it with big cursive letters so the name was quite clear.
Christie watched the memory again but this time took a look at the surroundings and any thing that could lead on to more clues.
Unfortunately, there was nothing so she switched to the next memory.
Adventure: In the next 100 words, write about your character’s surroundings and settings working against them.
As she tried to view the memory, something happened.
The surroundings started darkening. Christie looked around, What was going on? Suddenly, dark veins grab at Christie’s wrist. They tightened their grip as Christie struggled. She fought to think. The first thing she had to realize was what was causing the tentriles to attack her? Who sent them? Christie took a look around, there wasn’t anyone else with her. Could Alissa’s brain be doing this? Nobody else was inside her mind. Something happened to Alissa and her brain doesn’t want Christie to find out what. Slowly, Christie pushed energy out of her into the brain- causing the veins to retract backwards. She fed it more energy that pulsed through Alissa’s brain sending the darkness even further. Soon there was no more darkness remaining.
Relieved, Christie now knew how to fight Alissa’s brain again. This time she had a new purpose for searching the memories, to figure out what Alissa’s brain is trying to hide.
(163)
Hi-Fi: Write 100 words about your character remembering a time when they stole something and then gave it back.
Christie shivered as she thought of the coldness given by the arms reaching out to her. She had to keep moving if she wanted to make it out alive.
“On to the next memory then…” She muttered.
The next memory was tinted purple, showing that it was the identity of “Reed”. This seemed to be when Reed was younger, as they had chubby fingers that gripped candy bars. Reed seemed to be moving out of a convenience store. Meaning she was in the human lands. Reed kept looking back as if someone was going to stop her. In the end someone DID stop her. An old man- maybe in his 50s, had run outside and started scolding Reed.
“Give it back you rascal! Didn’t your parents teach you that stealing is wrong?”
He attempted to snatch the candy bar, but she quickly sidestepped him.
I could hear her tiny voice squeak out, “Can I please just have it? I don’t have any money?”
He nodded no firmly, his eyes ablaze with fury.
Reed pouted and handed the bar back to him.
‘Well that was pointless’ thought Christie.
(187 words)
Dystopian: A supernatural being interrupts the scene in 150 words
Christie turned around at a sound coming from behind her.
A dark veil of mist crept towards her.
‘Are the dark hands back?’ Christie thought frantically.
Instead, Christie sees a shadowed figure walking closer and closer. The figure looked tall and lean. The figure’s long hair seemed to billow behind her as some unknown wind started howling loudly.
Christie could hardly think, ‘Wind in Alissa’s brain? What really is going on here?”
The figure stopped moving and spoke in a soft serene voice, “What are you trying to do?” It whispered, “Why are you searching through her memories?”
Christie tilted her head, “I could be asking you the same questions.”
The figure sounded annoyed, “Leave now or you WILL be hurt.”
Christie's hands tightened into fists. Was this mysterious figure threatening her?
“Look. I came here to figure out what’s going on and I refuse to leave.”
Despite not being able to see the figure, she could imagine the figure’s eyes narrowing.
Silence followed Christie’s declaration. The figure said nothing else and started walking away from her, into the dark depths of Alissa’s mind.
(194 words)
Folklore: Write 200 words at your own pace
Christie’s rage grew, she needed answers, and fast. Something dangerous was happening to Alissa’s mind and she needed to figure out what exactly that dangerous thing was, before it hurt both her and Alissa.
She turned to the next memory, another one for Reed.
Reed seemed to be in a tower that overlooked the warfield. But not any modern day war field with modern-day weapons, instead, they had swords and bows, stuff used in the medieval era.
This confused Christie, Reed was definitely older in this memory. The previous memory was when Reed was probably 5 years old, but she was at a convenience store found in the modern age. Could Reed… Time Travel?
In the memory, Reed had her hands flat on some table with a huge map of the terrain. The map showed a live action playback of the fights happening down below. From what Christie could infer, Reed was probably some kind of general in this war.
Something shook the tower. Screams erupted from the people taking refuge in the tower.
Christie could hear a voice calling, “The enemies advancing! They’re trying to knock over the tower!”
Reed gripped the edge of the table tight as the tower started leaning over to the right- sending everything flying in the memory. Weapons that had laid on the table went flying over.
With a flash the memory ended leaving Christie to guess what had happened next.
(237 words)
Non-Fi: Roll a die and sprint for how many minutes you roll on a dice. (6)
6 minute sprint:
The brutal memory left Christie shaking. Now she understood what the shrouded figure had meant. Something wanted to k!ll whoever Alissa actually was and who ever sided with her. The memory was proof of that.
Christie reminded herself that she needed to keep on going and she viewed the next memory of the person Alissa took her name after.
Tinted with pink, the memory featured two people. Alissa as it was from her point of view and another demon like person.
The demon had scarred red skin. It had a thousand eyes that showed the reflection of Alissa clearly. The demon’s hand’s glowed with some sort of bright energy.
Christie paid attention to the emotions Alissa was feeling.
She felt fear. Fear that this final battle may ruin her.
She felt angry, Alissa wanted to avenge those who have fallen before her.
She also felt some great sadness.
Christie turned into that emotion, it felt important.
Alissa felt sad… because… Christie couldn’t tell.
Alissa faced the demon, her own hands glowing with some golden light.
The two raced their arms, and out of it blasted the magic.
The red and gold twisted and thrashed at each other.
The red pushed back the gold all the way to Alissa herself. The scene exploded in a dazzling light.
The last thing Christie heard was Alissa whispering, “I’m sorry, whoever comes next. Whoever is the new owner of these memories.”
(219 words, wow I did not really sprint O-O)
Script: Verbalize your ideas for the next scene and then put that into words.
Christie shivered. An idea was starting to form in her mind, on what could really be happening here but she didn’t want to believe it, it's a terrible fate for anyone.
Grace’s memory was next:
Grace sat in a bright circular room. It was a magical room, with intricate designs wrapping up tall marble columns that held up the room. Each engravings glowed with the same golden light that Alissa had used in the previous memory.
In front of Grace, was Alissa, Reed, and a beautiful woman that hadn’t appeared before.
They all looked at Grace pitifully.
Grace seemed confused by the surroundings, she was still studying her surroundings when Alissa spoke, “Hello Grace.”
Grace snapped to attention.
Alissa smiled sadly, “I'm so very sorry to have to do this to you.”
“Do what?” Grace asked.
Reed stepped forward, “You probably recognized us from the memories you woke up with a couple of weeks ago.”
Reed waited until Grace nodded, “You have been chosen out of millions to help fight off the evilness that looms over this war.”
Fear and confusion sparked within Grace.
Alissa tilted her head, “We truly are sorry but we have no choice on who continues.”
Grace’s voice shook, “Th-th-then who are you guys?” she pointed to each of them.
Reed and Alissa glanced at the woman standing near them, who hadn’t said anything since the memory started. The woman gave a tiny nod- barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.
Reed cleared her throat, “We’re sorta you,” Reed ran her fingers through her hair, “you see… You. Are a reincarnation of us.”
She pointed to each of them as she said the words ‘You’ and ‘Us”.
Then the memory ended. As if there was nothing more important in the rest of the memory.
(299 words)
Fantasy: Free write for 250 more words!
Christie stared at the memory, replaying it over and over again till the memory was clear and engraved in her own brain.
The pieces were finally coming together. She now realized what really is happening to the poor girl.
Reincarnation.
Alissa was a reincarnation form of Reed, Grace, and the Real Alissa.
There was still more to the mystery like what is the evil that Grace had to fight? That Alissa has to now take over and fight? Who was the beautiful woman who seemed to be so important? Why did the cloaked figure not want Christie to find out about this?
All of these questions raced through Christie's mind.
Christie now realized that this wasn’t some little identity crisis that could be fixed with a simple search through Alissa’s memories.
This was something bigger and WAY more dangerous.
Christie’s fists tightened into balls. She promised that she would help Alissa. She would do just that. She had to keep on searching. Searching has answered some questions but with those answers, more questions kept appearing. So, the only logical way to go was to keep searching.
Christie thought of an idea. She remembered in her training that if the owner of the mind wanted to, they could think of a certain word and then a bunch of memories would appear related to that war. She just needed to reach Alissa’s consciousness.
The journey wasn’t long nor was it tough. She just needed to sense where the brain felt more active… if that made sense at all.
(253 words)
Bi-Fi: Roll a die and then multiply the number you get by 100. That’s how many words you need to write!
Roll 2, write 200 words.
Christie closed her eyes. And stretched out her own consciousness. She closed her eyes and trusted her senses.
Where in Alissa’s mind did she hear the most noise?
Where did she feel the most emotions?
She headed in whatever direction this technique led her. Soon, she was able to hear Alissa’s thoughts.
Christie croaked, “Hello? Alissa, can you hear me?”
‘Christie! Did you find anything? I couldn’t tell you were doing anything! Though at some point, I did get a massive headache.’ Alissa’s squeaky voice cried.
“I actually found out quite a bit. I think I know what’s going on with you. But you aren’t going to like it one bit.” Christie said hesitantly. The girl was so bright and cheerful that she didn’t want to dampen that with these heavy burdens and duties. Yet she still wanted to tell Alissa since it felt like she NEEDED to know. It was wrong to keep this a secret.
As she told Alissa what had happened while she searched her mind, Christie kept track of her emotions.
First, Alissa had felt confused, almost as if she didn’t believe Christie. But the more Christie explained the more Alissa believed her. Then her emotions had gone silent. As if she didn’t know what to feel.
(211 words)
Mystery: In 125 words, write about your character realizing something before that they didn’t pay close attention to.
Alissa spoke, “Well… I’m guessing when those dark shadows caught you was when I felt the head ache. The timelines fit.”
Christie was in shock, was she just going to ignore everything she had told her?
“You know I can hear your thoughts? No, I’m not going to ignore everything… I’m just… processing.”
Christie nodded, “Understood.”
“One question though.” Alissa said.
“Go ahead.”
“Could the woman you described in the room with Reed and Real Alissa be the… maybe the original us? Like she was the first and then Me, Reed, Alissa, and Grace are just reincarnation of HER.”
Christie thought about it for a moment then realized something, “That actually made sense. It fits with why Reed and Alissa were looking at her for approval before revealing that Grace was a reincarnation. Since she’s the original, they wanted to make sure the woman was alright with that. I also realized something else. What if… the figure was the woman?”
Christie could hear Alissa’s thoughts, she was skeptical. But. It was a good theory.
(174 words)
Poetry: in 150 words write about a character in isolation and how they react to it.
— pov change oOoOoOOOooOooOoOoOOo hehe I got tired of writing in 3rd person
Christie left me to go search my memories some more.
Honestly, I don’t know what to think of them.
We still don’t know who I really am. I’m not Reed, I’m not Grace, I’m not the Real Alissa. Well in a way since I’m their reincarnation.
Reincarnation. That just brings a whole buttload of questions itself.
If everyone d!ed because of some evil force that tried to k!ll them then will I d!3 too? There’s no point in even figuring out who I really am because I’m just going to die anyways.
I sank further into the bean bag I sat in. It cushioned me and offered me an escape from the crazy world. Why? Why me?
My eyes followed a spider creating a web in the corner of the wall. I’d take a distraction so this will be it.
Soon I got bored, so I closed my eyes hoping sleep and dreams could pull me away.
(160 words)
— pov change again since I just wanted to write that one scene :’)
Real-Fi: In 150 words, build up a happy scene and then add a dark plot twist!
Christie watched a scene of Reed, wondering if this memory will be the one to finally answer all her questions.
Reed was laughing in a small cabin along with a younger boy that looked exactly the same as her. An older woman and man were sitting on the opposite side of the room to the boy and Reed.
Christe realized that these people along with Reed were probably her younger brother, father, and mother.
In the scene, they were sitting on this worn out couch laughing at something Reed’s brother must have said. Reed’s mom got up and went to another room and came back with four glasses of some sort of drink, that Christie couldn’t identify, and handed Reed, Reed’s dad, and Reed’s brother each a glass. She kept the fourth glass for herself.
They kept on laughing for the rest of the evening until the scene switched to Reed standing on a nearby cliff that overlooked a village. A burning village. The bright flames spread over the little cabins dotting the terrain, its viscous fire kept on burning without any sign of it stopping.
Reed’s knees failed her as Reed came to a realization. The fire was on purpose. Someone had set the village ablaze on purpose. Reed somehow knew that it was the evils that she was forced to fight. They had taken her family.
The rest of the memory was just Reed sobbing on the cliff. Christie couldn’t bear to watch it.
(246 words, that is not 150 :0)
Sci-fi: Handwrite a brief outline of the next scene and then type it out.
Christie turned away from the memory, tears sliding down her cheeks. Reed sacrificed everything, but they still d!ed. In the end, Christie realized Reed never avenged their death. In the end, Reed herself was reincarnated into Alissa.
Christie heard a noise behind her, she turned around to find the cloak figure.
The clock figure was watching Christie- at least from what Christie could tell.
For a while the two had a staring showdown. They both just watched each other until someone made a move.
The figure was the first to speak, “You figured out who I am right?”
Christie slowly nodded, “You’re her. You’re the woman who Alissa was originally reincarnated from. Right?”
The figure nodded and the shadows that concealed her dropped revealing the beautiful woman that Christie had seen in Grace’s memory.
“Enlighten me,” said the woman, “How did you know who I am?”
Christie shrugged, “It was a guess. It just felt right. But to be fair, I don’t actually know who you are. I don’t know anything about you.”
The woman sighed and said, “Fine. My name is Arely. I’m from a long lost city from many moons ago. Some evil force came and destroyed my home and when I tried to stop them, they k!lled me. For some reason I was reincarnated into Reed and her new duty was to stop the evil that overthrew my home.”
Despite the lack of details, Christie was surprised that the woman had opened up so freely.
“You can’t tell me any more? Maybe in more detail?” she asked.
Arely nodded no, “I’m only going to explain to Miara. She’ll then decide if you can know the truth.”
“Who’s Miara?” Christie asked.
Arely smiled, “You may know her as Alissa.”
(293 words)
Fan-fi: Write 150 word flashbacks.
— pov change to Arely cause why not? ^^
Arely and Christie were walking towards Miara’s consciousness. Personally, Arely would have preferred to reveal all of this without Christie but she was interested in how it would go. Would Miara act in denial like how Reed acted? Or maybe she’ll start calling Arely a hallucination like Grace had. The possibilities were endless.
All of a sudden, Arely was sent back to Zovaria, her beautiful kingdom before it was destroyed. She was in one of the many gardens that inhabited the place. The sight brought tears to Arely’s eyes.
She heard a voice behind her call, “ARELY! WAIT UP!”
The sight of her older brother filled Arely with joy. Arely’s brother tackled her and they laughed in the fields of daisies. That day, when the enemy had invaded, led by her brother, the brutal betrayal had torn Arely and her family apart.
Then she was back in Miara’s mind. If only things had gone differently.
(155 words)
Thriller: Generate 5 different numbers from 10 to 100, that will be how many words each paragraph should have.
1: 40
2: 23
3: 27
4: 17
5: 51
— pov going back to Christie
Christie listened to Alissa- sorry Miara’s feelings as Arely explained in a lot more detail. Arely was using some kind of magic to limit who heard whatever Arely transmitted so, Christie couldn’t hear whatever Miara was talking about with Arely.
(40 words)
After a while, Arely and Miara hadn’t finished. While she waited, Christie went over the many things that had happened throughout the day.
(23 words)
Once Miara and Arely FINALLY finished discussing whatever they were talking about, Arely went back into hibernation leaving Christie and Miara alone to talk about many things.
(27 words)
After learning about who Miara actually is, Christie left her mind to join with her physical body.
(17 words)
Christie asked, “So. You think you’ll be okay?”
“I just need to think about it.”
Christie turned to leave the room, “If you need anything… I’m here to help. Come get me and I’ll help.”
Miara smiled, “Thanks for helping me find my real memories.”
Christie smiled and left the room.
(51 words)
Write 100 words to conclude the story.
— pov change to Miara
When Miara was ready, she was supposed to call Arely to start her training. It took a couple of days for Miara to get used to this new duty of hers. She spent those days spending time with her family, in fear that something like Reed’s family will happen to them. At the end of the week, she was glad that Christie had been able to help her, even if it came with this task, but she knew she was ready. Miara called Arely with her mind and got ready to start training to save the world, hoping that peace will come.
(102 words)
Yeah. I’m finished, now I can finally add these words B).
Total word count: 3,452 words :0
Also credits to my sister and irl bestie for picking out the names to these characters ^^
Your Journey: horror, option #2, adventure, option #1, hifi, option #1, dystopian, option #1, folklore, option #2, nonfi, option #3, script, option #3, fantasy, option #3, bifi, option #2, mystery, option #1, poetry, option #1, realfi, option #1, scifi, option #2, fanfi, option #1, thriller, option #2
I used a prompt to get me started.
The prompt: Set your story inside a character’s mind, literally.
I also took certain aspects of Shannon Messenger’s telepathy tricks. If you know which bits, then you know ;D
t/w: mentions death
100 Words:
Christie looked around at the confusion in front of her. Alissa’s memories spread out before me, but they were all out of order so Christie couldn’t make any sense of it.
Earlier today, Alissa had given her permission to enter her mind to figure out who Alissa really was. The poor girl had woken up with a bunch of random memories from multiple people, she had adopted the name ‘Alissa’ after one person from a random memory had called her that. Christie was tasked to figure out Alissa’s true identity based on the given memories.
Christie knew this was going to be very hard. No one else has ever had this problem. For all they knew, all the memories could be fake, Alissa’s real memories could be gone, taken from her somehow.
She knew that Alissa feared this, Christie could hear it in her thoughts. But she refused to believe that’s the situation at hand.
(155 words written)
Horror: Write for 5 minutes at your own pace
Christie took a look at the first memory. From what Alissa was given. From the memories given, she had three possible identities that could be her. She was able to narrow it down from the other random memories given by connecting them with others.
For example, if she saw someone in a memory call her by a certain name and in a different memory she was called by the same name, then that would be a memory from the same person. Alissa then marked all memories with a certain color if they belonged to one identity.
The current memory was marked with a blue tinge. Alissa had told Christie that the one’s marked with blue were the ones that belonged to the person that went by the name ‘Grace’.
Christie watched the memory keenly. It was in the perspective of Grace, who was writing something down- a letter. Christie tried to take a better look at the letter but the words were blurred out, except for the part when Grace signed the letter. Grace had signed it with big cursive letters so the name was quite clear.
Christie watched the memory again but this time took a look at the surroundings and any thing that could lead on to more clues.
Unfortunately, there was nothing so she switched to the next memory.
Adventure: In the next 100 words, write about your character’s surroundings and settings working against them.
As she tried to view the memory, something happened.
The surroundings started darkening. Christie looked around, What was going on? Suddenly, dark veins grab at Christie’s wrist. They tightened their grip as Christie struggled. She fought to think. The first thing she had to realize was what was causing the tentriles to attack her? Who sent them? Christie took a look around, there wasn’t anyone else with her. Could Alissa’s brain be doing this? Nobody else was inside her mind. Something happened to Alissa and her brain doesn’t want Christie to find out what. Slowly, Christie pushed energy out of her into the brain- causing the veins to retract backwards. She fed it more energy that pulsed through Alissa’s brain sending the darkness even further. Soon there was no more darkness remaining.
Relieved, Christie now knew how to fight Alissa’s brain again. This time she had a new purpose for searching the memories, to figure out what Alissa’s brain is trying to hide.
(163)
Hi-Fi: Write 100 words about your character remembering a time when they stole something and then gave it back.
Christie shivered as she thought of the coldness given by the arms reaching out to her. She had to keep moving if she wanted to make it out alive.
“On to the next memory then…” She muttered.
The next memory was tinted purple, showing that it was the identity of “Reed”. This seemed to be when Reed was younger, as they had chubby fingers that gripped candy bars. Reed seemed to be moving out of a convenience store. Meaning she was in the human lands. Reed kept looking back as if someone was going to stop her. In the end someone DID stop her. An old man- maybe in his 50s, had run outside and started scolding Reed.
“Give it back you rascal! Didn’t your parents teach you that stealing is wrong?”
He attempted to snatch the candy bar, but she quickly sidestepped him.
I could hear her tiny voice squeak out, “Can I please just have it? I don’t have any money?”
He nodded no firmly, his eyes ablaze with fury.
Reed pouted and handed the bar back to him.
‘Well that was pointless’ thought Christie.
(187 words)
Dystopian: A supernatural being interrupts the scene in 150 words
Christie turned around at a sound coming from behind her.
A dark veil of mist crept towards her.
‘Are the dark hands back?’ Christie thought frantically.
Instead, Christie sees a shadowed figure walking closer and closer. The figure looked tall and lean. The figure’s long hair seemed to billow behind her as some unknown wind started howling loudly.
Christie could hardly think, ‘Wind in Alissa’s brain? What really is going on here?”
The figure stopped moving and spoke in a soft serene voice, “What are you trying to do?” It whispered, “Why are you searching through her memories?”
Christie tilted her head, “I could be asking you the same questions.”
The figure sounded annoyed, “Leave now or you WILL be hurt.”
Christie's hands tightened into fists. Was this mysterious figure threatening her?
“Look. I came here to figure out what’s going on and I refuse to leave.”
Despite not being able to see the figure, she could imagine the figure’s eyes narrowing.
Silence followed Christie’s declaration. The figure said nothing else and started walking away from her, into the dark depths of Alissa’s mind.
(194 words)
Folklore: Write 200 words at your own pace
Christie’s rage grew, she needed answers, and fast. Something dangerous was happening to Alissa’s mind and she needed to figure out what exactly that dangerous thing was, before it hurt both her and Alissa.
She turned to the next memory, another one for Reed.
Reed seemed to be in a tower that overlooked the warfield. But not any modern day war field with modern-day weapons, instead, they had swords and bows, stuff used in the medieval era.
This confused Christie, Reed was definitely older in this memory. The previous memory was when Reed was probably 5 years old, but she was at a convenience store found in the modern age. Could Reed… Time Travel?
In the memory, Reed had her hands flat on some table with a huge map of the terrain. The map showed a live action playback of the fights happening down below. From what Christie could infer, Reed was probably some kind of general in this war.
Something shook the tower. Screams erupted from the people taking refuge in the tower.
Christie could hear a voice calling, “The enemies advancing! They’re trying to knock over the tower!”
Reed gripped the edge of the table tight as the tower started leaning over to the right- sending everything flying in the memory. Weapons that had laid on the table went flying over.
With a flash the memory ended leaving Christie to guess what had happened next.
(237 words)
Non-Fi: Roll a die and sprint for how many minutes you roll on a dice. (6)
6 minute sprint:
The brutal memory left Christie shaking. Now she understood what the shrouded figure had meant. Something wanted to k!ll whoever Alissa actually was and who ever sided with her. The memory was proof of that.
Christie reminded herself that she needed to keep on going and she viewed the next memory of the person Alissa took her name after.
Tinted with pink, the memory featured two people. Alissa as it was from her point of view and another demon like person.
The demon had scarred red skin. It had a thousand eyes that showed the reflection of Alissa clearly. The demon’s hand’s glowed with some sort of bright energy.
Christie paid attention to the emotions Alissa was feeling.
She felt fear. Fear that this final battle may ruin her.
She felt angry, Alissa wanted to avenge those who have fallen before her.
She also felt some great sadness.
Christie turned into that emotion, it felt important.
Alissa felt sad… because… Christie couldn’t tell.
Alissa faced the demon, her own hands glowing with some golden light.
The two raced their arms, and out of it blasted the magic.
The red and gold twisted and thrashed at each other.
The red pushed back the gold all the way to Alissa herself. The scene exploded in a dazzling light.
The last thing Christie heard was Alissa whispering, “I’m sorry, whoever comes next. Whoever is the new owner of these memories.”
(219 words, wow I did not really sprint O-O)
Script: Verbalize your ideas for the next scene and then put that into words.
Christie shivered. An idea was starting to form in her mind, on what could really be happening here but she didn’t want to believe it, it's a terrible fate for anyone.
Grace’s memory was next:
Grace sat in a bright circular room. It was a magical room, with intricate designs wrapping up tall marble columns that held up the room. Each engravings glowed with the same golden light that Alissa had used in the previous memory.
In front of Grace, was Alissa, Reed, and a beautiful woman that hadn’t appeared before.
They all looked at Grace pitifully.
Grace seemed confused by the surroundings, she was still studying her surroundings when Alissa spoke, “Hello Grace.”
Grace snapped to attention.
Alissa smiled sadly, “I'm so very sorry to have to do this to you.”
“Do what?” Grace asked.
Reed stepped forward, “You probably recognized us from the memories you woke up with a couple of weeks ago.”
Reed waited until Grace nodded, “You have been chosen out of millions to help fight off the evilness that looms over this war.”
Fear and confusion sparked within Grace.
Alissa tilted her head, “We truly are sorry but we have no choice on who continues.”
Grace’s voice shook, “Th-th-then who are you guys?” she pointed to each of them.
Reed and Alissa glanced at the woman standing near them, who hadn’t said anything since the memory started. The woman gave a tiny nod- barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.
Reed cleared her throat, “We’re sorta you,” Reed ran her fingers through her hair, “you see… You. Are a reincarnation of us.”
She pointed to each of them as she said the words ‘You’ and ‘Us”.
Then the memory ended. As if there was nothing more important in the rest of the memory.
(299 words)
Fantasy: Free write for 250 more words!
Christie stared at the memory, replaying it over and over again till the memory was clear and engraved in her own brain.
The pieces were finally coming together. She now realized what really is happening to the poor girl.
Reincarnation.
Alissa was a reincarnation form of Reed, Grace, and the Real Alissa.
There was still more to the mystery like what is the evil that Grace had to fight? That Alissa has to now take over and fight? Who was the beautiful woman who seemed to be so important? Why did the cloaked figure not want Christie to find out about this?
All of these questions raced through Christie's mind.
Christie now realized that this wasn’t some little identity crisis that could be fixed with a simple search through Alissa’s memories.
This was something bigger and WAY more dangerous.
Christie’s fists tightened into balls. She promised that she would help Alissa. She would do just that. She had to keep on searching. Searching has answered some questions but with those answers, more questions kept appearing. So, the only logical way to go was to keep searching.
Christie thought of an idea. She remembered in her training that if the owner of the mind wanted to, they could think of a certain word and then a bunch of memories would appear related to that war. She just needed to reach Alissa’s consciousness.
The journey wasn’t long nor was it tough. She just needed to sense where the brain felt more active… if that made sense at all.
(253 words)
Bi-Fi: Roll a die and then multiply the number you get by 100. That’s how many words you need to write!
Roll 2, write 200 words.
Christie closed her eyes. And stretched out her own consciousness. She closed her eyes and trusted her senses.
Where in Alissa’s mind did she hear the most noise?
Where did she feel the most emotions?
She headed in whatever direction this technique led her. Soon, she was able to hear Alissa’s thoughts.
Christie croaked, “Hello? Alissa, can you hear me?”
‘Christie! Did you find anything? I couldn’t tell you were doing anything! Though at some point, I did get a massive headache.’ Alissa’s squeaky voice cried.
“I actually found out quite a bit. I think I know what’s going on with you. But you aren’t going to like it one bit.” Christie said hesitantly. The girl was so bright and cheerful that she didn’t want to dampen that with these heavy burdens and duties. Yet she still wanted to tell Alissa since it felt like she NEEDED to know. It was wrong to keep this a secret.
As she told Alissa what had happened while she searched her mind, Christie kept track of her emotions.
First, Alissa had felt confused, almost as if she didn’t believe Christie. But the more Christie explained the more Alissa believed her. Then her emotions had gone silent. As if she didn’t know what to feel.
(211 words)
Mystery: In 125 words, write about your character realizing something before that they didn’t pay close attention to.
Alissa spoke, “Well… I’m guessing when those dark shadows caught you was when I felt the head ache. The timelines fit.”
Christie was in shock, was she just going to ignore everything she had told her?
“You know I can hear your thoughts? No, I’m not going to ignore everything… I’m just… processing.”
Christie nodded, “Understood.”
“One question though.” Alissa said.
“Go ahead.”
“Could the woman you described in the room with Reed and Real Alissa be the… maybe the original us? Like she was the first and then Me, Reed, Alissa, and Grace are just reincarnation of HER.”
Christie thought about it for a moment then realized something, “That actually made sense. It fits with why Reed and Alissa were looking at her for approval before revealing that Grace was a reincarnation. Since she’s the original, they wanted to make sure the woman was alright with that. I also realized something else. What if… the figure was the woman?”
Christie could hear Alissa’s thoughts, she was skeptical. But. It was a good theory.
(174 words)
Poetry: in 150 words write about a character in isolation and how they react to it.
— pov change oOoOoOOOooOooOoOoOOo hehe I got tired of writing in 3rd person
Christie left me to go search my memories some more.
Honestly, I don’t know what to think of them.
We still don’t know who I really am. I’m not Reed, I’m not Grace, I’m not the Real Alissa. Well in a way since I’m their reincarnation.
Reincarnation. That just brings a whole buttload of questions itself.
If everyone d!ed because of some evil force that tried to k!ll them then will I d!3 too? There’s no point in even figuring out who I really am because I’m just going to die anyways.
I sank further into the bean bag I sat in. It cushioned me and offered me an escape from the crazy world. Why? Why me?
My eyes followed a spider creating a web in the corner of the wall. I’d take a distraction so this will be it.
Soon I got bored, so I closed my eyes hoping sleep and dreams could pull me away.
(160 words)
— pov change again since I just wanted to write that one scene :’)
Real-Fi: In 150 words, build up a happy scene and then add a dark plot twist!
Christie watched a scene of Reed, wondering if this memory will be the one to finally answer all her questions.
Reed was laughing in a small cabin along with a younger boy that looked exactly the same as her. An older woman and man were sitting on the opposite side of the room to the boy and Reed.
Christe realized that these people along with Reed were probably her younger brother, father, and mother.
In the scene, they were sitting on this worn out couch laughing at something Reed’s brother must have said. Reed’s mom got up and went to another room and came back with four glasses of some sort of drink, that Christie couldn’t identify, and handed Reed, Reed’s dad, and Reed’s brother each a glass. She kept the fourth glass for herself.
They kept on laughing for the rest of the evening until the scene switched to Reed standing on a nearby cliff that overlooked a village. A burning village. The bright flames spread over the little cabins dotting the terrain, its viscous fire kept on burning without any sign of it stopping.
Reed’s knees failed her as Reed came to a realization. The fire was on purpose. Someone had set the village ablaze on purpose. Reed somehow knew that it was the evils that she was forced to fight. They had taken her family.
The rest of the memory was just Reed sobbing on the cliff. Christie couldn’t bear to watch it.
(246 words, that is not 150 :0)
Sci-fi: Handwrite a brief outline of the next scene and then type it out.
Christie turned away from the memory, tears sliding down her cheeks. Reed sacrificed everything, but they still d!ed. In the end, Christie realized Reed never avenged their death. In the end, Reed herself was reincarnated into Alissa.
Christie heard a noise behind her, she turned around to find the cloak figure.
The clock figure was watching Christie- at least from what Christie could tell.
For a while the two had a staring showdown. They both just watched each other until someone made a move.
The figure was the first to speak, “You figured out who I am right?”
Christie slowly nodded, “You’re her. You’re the woman who Alissa was originally reincarnated from. Right?”
The figure nodded and the shadows that concealed her dropped revealing the beautiful woman that Christie had seen in Grace’s memory.
“Enlighten me,” said the woman, “How did you know who I am?”
Christie shrugged, “It was a guess. It just felt right. But to be fair, I don’t actually know who you are. I don’t know anything about you.”
The woman sighed and said, “Fine. My name is Arely. I’m from a long lost city from many moons ago. Some evil force came and destroyed my home and when I tried to stop them, they k!lled me. For some reason I was reincarnated into Reed and her new duty was to stop the evil that overthrew my home.”
Despite the lack of details, Christie was surprised that the woman had opened up so freely.
“You can’t tell me any more? Maybe in more detail?” she asked.
Arely nodded no, “I’m only going to explain to Miara. She’ll then decide if you can know the truth.”
“Who’s Miara?” Christie asked.
Arely smiled, “You may know her as Alissa.”
(293 words)
Fan-fi: Write 150 word flashbacks.
— pov change to Arely cause why not? ^^
Arely and Christie were walking towards Miara’s consciousness. Personally, Arely would have preferred to reveal all of this without Christie but she was interested in how it would go. Would Miara act in denial like how Reed acted? Or maybe she’ll start calling Arely a hallucination like Grace had. The possibilities were endless.
All of a sudden, Arely was sent back to Zovaria, her beautiful kingdom before it was destroyed. She was in one of the many gardens that inhabited the place. The sight brought tears to Arely’s eyes.
She heard a voice behind her call, “ARELY! WAIT UP!”
The sight of her older brother filled Arely with joy. Arely’s brother tackled her and they laughed in the fields of daisies. That day, when the enemy had invaded, led by her brother, the brutal betrayal had torn Arely and her family apart.
Then she was back in Miara’s mind. If only things had gone differently.
(155 words)
Thriller: Generate 5 different numbers from 10 to 100, that will be how many words each paragraph should have.
1: 40
2: 23
3: 27
4: 17
5: 51
— pov going back to Christie
Christie listened to Alissa- sorry Miara’s feelings as Arely explained in a lot more detail. Arely was using some kind of magic to limit who heard whatever Arely transmitted so, Christie couldn’t hear whatever Miara was talking about with Arely.
(40 words)
After a while, Arely and Miara hadn’t finished. While she waited, Christie went over the many things that had happened throughout the day.
(23 words)
Once Miara and Arely FINALLY finished discussing whatever they were talking about, Arely went back into hibernation leaving Christie and Miara alone to talk about many things.
(27 words)
After learning about who Miara actually is, Christie left her mind to join with her physical body.
(17 words)
Christie asked, “So. You think you’ll be okay?”
“I just need to think about it.”
Christie turned to leave the room, “If you need anything… I’m here to help. Come get me and I’ll help.”
Miara smiled, “Thanks for helping me find my real memories.”
Christie smiled and left the room.
(51 words)
Write 100 words to conclude the story.
— pov change to Miara
When Miara was ready, she was supposed to call Arely to start her training. It took a couple of days for Miara to get used to this new duty of hers. She spent those days spending time with her family, in fear that something like Reed’s family will happen to them. At the end of the week, she was glad that Christie had been able to help her, even if it came with this task, but she knew she was ready. Miara called Arely with her mind and got ready to start training to save the world, hoping that peace will come.
(102 words)
Yeah. I’m finished, now I can finally add these words B).
Total word count: 3,452 words :0
Also credits to my sister and irl bestie for picking out the names to these characters ^^
Your Journey: horror, option #2, adventure, option #1, hifi, option #1, dystopian, option #1, folklore, option #2, nonfi, option #3, script, option #3, fantasy, option #3, bifi, option #2, mystery, option #1, poetry, option #1, realfi, option #1, scifi, option #2, fanfi, option #1, thriller, option #2
- Fr00ggy
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Scratcher
36 posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
Cabin Wars! 614 words
TW: direct mentions of death.
A family were meeting up together, to be there for their grandfather's last moments. Though the elder and more mature carried the sombre mood, some smaller children just couldn’t understand. They had never experienced losing someone, as the older ones had done. They did not know the sting, and the pain.
Around the town, all of their mother’s and fathers were sadly attenpting to coax each child to visit grandfather one last time.
DUKE
“Just 5 more minutes, we’re about to win this game,” Duke said carelessly. He ignored his parents’ heartbroken cries as he chatted to his team.
“Duke, please, just visit your grandfather one last time,” his parents begged, “it’s going to be the last time you ever see him again.”
But young Duke would not budge. The argument was consistent, and went back and forth over many minutes. Duke had become bored of the conversation and started another match of his game.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Duke’s mother went to answer it shakily.
“No… not dad! No!” As she hung up, she sank to the ground. Big, round tears splashed down her cheeks, and Duke looked over with a tiny flash of worry.
“Duke..” his father started, as his mother wasn’t feeling up to speaking to him. “Duke.. your grandfather just died. We wanted to go see him, but you wouldn’t get off of your game.”
And just like that, Duke realised his mistake. He did love his grandfather, and he suddenly wanted to be there with him. But he couldn't.
“He’s gone…”
SOFI
“Sofi, come on, it’s time to leave,” Sofi’s parent’s said gently.
Sofi stood, shocked. She was not told that they were going out of the house today. She had planned a couch day where she read books and watched YouTube. This ruined her plans, and knocked the whole day out of balance.
“You never told me we were going out today!” she yelled angrily, “I’m not going!”
Try as they might, it was no small feat to convince Sofi to impulsively do something that she did not choose herself.
“I’m not going!” she screamed in desperation. If her parents wanted her to go somewhere, they should’ve told her earller.
“It’s to see your grandfather..” her mother tried. But Sofi didn’t budge, and kept yelling that she didn’t want to go. Quite a big part inside her actually did want to go see her grandfather, but she couldn't just suddenly change her argument. She longed to be in his arms.
Finally, Sofi allowed her parents to coax her into the car. They arrived at their grandparents’, and Sofi rushed inside.
“I love you,” she whispered, and he smiled.
A nearby nurse sadly checked the old man’s vitals, and said,
“He’s gone…”
DAISY
Daisy had been by her grandfather’s side for hours. She held his hand as his grip grew weaker and weaker. Her cousin, Sofi, ran in breathlessly, and said in a whisper,
“I love you.”
Daisy wept as the nurse announced him dead. She gently hugged his frail body as she muttered,
“Just 5 more minutes, Just 5 more minutes, please..” She did not want to let this poor soul go.
Her mind flashed to everything that they had done together. He had taught her how to maintain a garden, and fix a leak in a roof. He taught her how to silence the doors if they squeaked too much. Daisy’s grandfather taught her so many valuable lessons.
But Daisy didn’t want to admit he was gone.
The family met up, and wept sorrowfully. A great soul was lost, but they knew, when some doors close, new ones are opened. There was still hope in the future.
TW: direct mentions of death.
A family were meeting up together, to be there for their grandfather's last moments. Though the elder and more mature carried the sombre mood, some smaller children just couldn’t understand. They had never experienced losing someone, as the older ones had done. They did not know the sting, and the pain.
Around the town, all of their mother’s and fathers were sadly attenpting to coax each child to visit grandfather one last time.
DUKE
“Just 5 more minutes, we’re about to win this game,” Duke said carelessly. He ignored his parents’ heartbroken cries as he chatted to his team.
“Duke, please, just visit your grandfather one last time,” his parents begged, “it’s going to be the last time you ever see him again.”
But young Duke would not budge. The argument was consistent, and went back and forth over many minutes. Duke had become bored of the conversation and started another match of his game.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Duke’s mother went to answer it shakily.
“No… not dad! No!” As she hung up, she sank to the ground. Big, round tears splashed down her cheeks, and Duke looked over with a tiny flash of worry.
“Duke..” his father started, as his mother wasn’t feeling up to speaking to him. “Duke.. your grandfather just died. We wanted to go see him, but you wouldn’t get off of your game.”
And just like that, Duke realised his mistake. He did love his grandfather, and he suddenly wanted to be there with him. But he couldn't.
“He’s gone…”
SOFI
“Sofi, come on, it’s time to leave,” Sofi’s parent’s said gently.
Sofi stood, shocked. She was not told that they were going out of the house today. She had planned a couch day where she read books and watched YouTube. This ruined her plans, and knocked the whole day out of balance.
“You never told me we were going out today!” she yelled angrily, “I’m not going!”
Try as they might, it was no small feat to convince Sofi to impulsively do something that she did not choose herself.
“I’m not going!” she screamed in desperation. If her parents wanted her to go somewhere, they should’ve told her earller.
“It’s to see your grandfather..” her mother tried. But Sofi didn’t budge, and kept yelling that she didn’t want to go. Quite a big part inside her actually did want to go see her grandfather, but she couldn't just suddenly change her argument. She longed to be in his arms.
Finally, Sofi allowed her parents to coax her into the car. They arrived at their grandparents’, and Sofi rushed inside.
“I love you,” she whispered, and he smiled.
A nearby nurse sadly checked the old man’s vitals, and said,
“He’s gone…”
DAISY
Daisy had been by her grandfather’s side for hours. She held his hand as his grip grew weaker and weaker. Her cousin, Sofi, ran in breathlessly, and said in a whisper,
“I love you.”
Daisy wept as the nurse announced him dead. She gently hugged his frail body as she muttered,
“Just 5 more minutes, Just 5 more minutes, please..” She did not want to let this poor soul go.
Her mind flashed to everything that they had done together. He had taught her how to maintain a garden, and fix a leak in a roof. He taught her how to silence the doors if they squeaked too much. Daisy’s grandfather taught her so many valuable lessons.
But Daisy didn’t want to admit he was gone.
The family met up, and wept sorrowfully. A great soul was lost, but they knew, when some doors close, new ones are opened. There was still hope in the future.
- Fr00ggy
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Scratcher
36 posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
Cabin Wars! 765 words
Some Thank-You's to amazing people!
~TO MY AMAZING (CO)LEADERS ~
Dear Sein,
Thank you so much for being one of the most amazing leaders I could ask for this session. You raised a high standard for yourself last session with the poetry mountain, and you have gone above and beyond this session!
I would like to thank you for coming up with the extraordinary Sci-Fi theme and storyline, which intrigued me right from the start. I truly appreciate what you have done for the Sci-Fi cabin this month, and it’s been a pleasure writing with you once again. Hope to see you in one of the next sessions!
Dear Peggy,
Peggy, where do I even start? You have helped bring us all together, consciously and subconsciously, and I want to say a massive thank you.
I also want to mention how amazingly you have been able to create the matching icons for everyone, even though I haven’t had a chance to order.
I can just telk that you are an amazing soul, and I’d love to write with you again in another session!
Dear Clo,
I didn’t really get a chance to interact or meet you properly, but let me just tell you that it has been a pleasure to write to write with a fellow Aussie this session. Just from glancing at your profile, I can tell that you are kind, and awesome.
Hopefully if we are sorted into the same cabin again next time, we’ll be abke to get to know eachother better <3
~ TO MY AMAZING CABIN ~
Dear Arli,
Thank you so much for being so awesome! I think that I’ve found, in my last two sessions with you, that awesome is the word to describe you.
I have had a great time writing alongside you this session, and I just want to quickly thank for for contributing in cabin wars when I thought I might’ve been the only one active. It is a great relif to see that someone else is online when you have the pressure of 2 or 3 wars!
I hope we will have the chance to write together again!
Dear Lax,
It was a pleasure to meet you this session! Thanks for being amazing in cabin wars, and being super supportive in general.
I’d also like to say thank you for jumping onto the sleep mango train without questioning anything, it was great fun to create that!
I’d love to write together again soon!
Dear Xul,
I’m so sorry that your computer broke this session, but I’d like to acknowledge how amazingly awesome you were in the first cabin wars this session. When I started writing for the second wars, I remember thinking, “I want to be able to contribute to this cabin just like Xul did.” So even though you weren’t there in words, necessarily, you were still a great help!
See you in March!
Dear Wild,
In my opinion, you brought a bit of humour into the Sci-Fi cabin this session. Thanks for always lightening up a darker moment, and for helping out througout the session!
If I ever get sorted into a cabin with you again, I’ll be sure to remember you! It’s been a pleasure writing together.
Dear Sci-Fi Family,
Thank you so much for being the one of the best cabins I’ve had in SWC! Even if you didn’t get a personal thank you, I still thank everyone for making this session feel so amazing. I truly think of everyone in Sci-Fi as a second family, and I have had the most amazing time writing with everyone this session.
Have a great time in March, wherever you end up! I will forever cherish the amazing Sci-Fi memories from this session <33
~ TO MY FRIENDS IN OTHER WORLDS (cabins) ~
Dear Mars,
Thank you for being one of the most awesome siblings ever! It was amazing to have an opportunity to work together this session on one of the weeklies, and it’s completely fone that we didn’t necessarily finish it.
I’d also like to say the biggest thank you for introducing me to SWC, and without you, I would not be writing these thank you’s at all.
I’m so excited to write with you next session!
Dear SMSQ,
Hello all, and thanks for being super fun and amazing siblings this session! Unfortunately I wasn’t the most active there this session, but I can assure everyone that it was been a pleasure bing siblings with everyone.
Keep being awesome, and see you all in March!
And a big thank you to all the other cabins of this session, for making this friendly competition something I’ll never forget! I hope you all know that I consider you all my friends <3 Have a great time next session, everyone!
Love, Rose <3
Some Thank-You's to amazing people!
~TO MY AMAZING (CO)LEADERS ~
Dear Sein,
Thank you so much for being one of the most amazing leaders I could ask for this session. You raised a high standard for yourself last session with the poetry mountain, and you have gone above and beyond this session!
I would like to thank you for coming up with the extraordinary Sci-Fi theme and storyline, which intrigued me right from the start. I truly appreciate what you have done for the Sci-Fi cabin this month, and it’s been a pleasure writing with you once again. Hope to see you in one of the next sessions!
Dear Peggy,
Peggy, where do I even start? You have helped bring us all together, consciously and subconsciously, and I want to say a massive thank you.
I also want to mention how amazingly you have been able to create the matching icons for everyone, even though I haven’t had a chance to order.
I can just telk that you are an amazing soul, and I’d love to write with you again in another session!
Dear Clo,
I didn’t really get a chance to interact or meet you properly, but let me just tell you that it has been a pleasure to write to write with a fellow Aussie this session. Just from glancing at your profile, I can tell that you are kind, and awesome.
Hopefully if we are sorted into the same cabin again next time, we’ll be abke to get to know eachother better <3
~ TO MY AMAZING CABIN ~
Dear Arli,
Thank you so much for being so awesome! I think that I’ve found, in my last two sessions with you, that awesome is the word to describe you.
I have had a great time writing alongside you this session, and I just want to quickly thank for for contributing in cabin wars when I thought I might’ve been the only one active. It is a great relif to see that someone else is online when you have the pressure of 2 or 3 wars!
I hope we will have the chance to write together again!
Dear Lax,
It was a pleasure to meet you this session! Thanks for being amazing in cabin wars, and being super supportive in general.
I’d also like to say thank you for jumping onto the sleep mango train without questioning anything, it was great fun to create that!
I’d love to write together again soon!
Dear Xul,
I’m so sorry that your computer broke this session, but I’d like to acknowledge how amazingly awesome you were in the first cabin wars this session. When I started writing for the second wars, I remember thinking, “I want to be able to contribute to this cabin just like Xul did.” So even though you weren’t there in words, necessarily, you were still a great help!
See you in March!
Dear Wild,
In my opinion, you brought a bit of humour into the Sci-Fi cabin this session. Thanks for always lightening up a darker moment, and for helping out througout the session!
If I ever get sorted into a cabin with you again, I’ll be sure to remember you! It’s been a pleasure writing together.
Dear Sci-Fi Family,
Thank you so much for being the one of the best cabins I’ve had in SWC! Even if you didn’t get a personal thank you, I still thank everyone for making this session feel so amazing. I truly think of everyone in Sci-Fi as a second family, and I have had the most amazing time writing with everyone this session.
Have a great time in March, wherever you end up! I will forever cherish the amazing Sci-Fi memories from this session <33
~ TO MY FRIENDS IN OTHER WORLDS (cabins) ~
Dear Mars,
Thank you for being one of the most awesome siblings ever! It was amazing to have an opportunity to work together this session on one of the weeklies, and it’s completely fone that we didn’t necessarily finish it.
I’d also like to say the biggest thank you for introducing me to SWC, and without you, I would not be writing these thank you’s at all.
I’m so excited to write with you next session!
Dear SMSQ,
Hello all, and thanks for being super fun and amazing siblings this session! Unfortunately I wasn’t the most active there this session, but I can assure everyone that it was been a pleasure bing siblings with everyone.
Keep being awesome, and see you all in March!
And a big thank you to all the other cabins of this session, for making this friendly competition something I’ll never forget! I hope you all know that I consider you all my friends <3 Have a great time next session, everyone!
Love, Rose <3
Last edited by Fr00ggy (Nov. 26, 2022 21:43:24)
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Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
whisper in the woods
SWC writing competition
It all started with an innocent game of hide and seek within the Woods of Ryvan.
There lived two young girls, best of friends and both full of wonder and curiosity. Eva, with dark hair, dark skin, and bright hazel colored eyes, and Ruby, pale skinned with splashes of freckles, the warmest brown eyes, and long, bold red hair. One was never seen without the other, and they were like sisters in personality.
Their voices and laughter echoed through the towering trees, their shadows dancing through the soft midday light. The unforgiving November breeze twirled around the branches, causing the remaining leaves to rustle — yet they remained ever strong, being in the final stages of life but still clinging so dearly to the wood. Even when the first snowflakes of the winter began floating to the ground, the girls simply pulled on their hats and continued their game.
“1… 2… 3… 4… 10! Ready or not, here I come!” Eva exclaimed.
“That’s not fair!” Ruby giggled, sprinting for one of the shrubs. She tried to make herself as still as possible, tried to calm her racing heart and slow her breath.
Eva ran towards the sound of her voice, determined to prove to her friend that she was the better player. Her boots crunched through the forest floor, the smell of pine filling the air. The snow caught in her curly locks. When she finally approached the clearing that she suspected Ruby was hiding in, she stopped. She began slowly sneaking around, planning for an epic jump scare.
Just as Eva peeled away the first set of bushes, a distant chorus of howling erupted from the east. She let out a sudden shriek, then sprinted away.
“Ruby!” she called desperately, her hands cupped around her mouth. “Game’s over! Follow me, we’re leaving!”
Ruby knew that her friend was smart. Which was why she assumed this was a trick — she chose to remain quiet and stay in her spot, thinking the seeker must still be right outside. The consistent padding of her boots began to sound more distant… no, just softer, she convinced herself. A minute passed by; then another, then another. They turned into ten, twenty, twenty-five. Was this game being taken too far? It didn’t make sense - wouldn’t it be faster at this point to just scour the clearing?
Finally, Ruby could no longer take it. She jumped out into the open, screaming, “Eva!”
To her horror, there was nobody else around… just herself and the whistle and flurry of a snowstorm. She began jogging back to their village, desperately crying out into the trees. Every noise made her heart flutter with hope, but after she was repeatedly let down, she started to feel cold and empty.
Wait, where was she? Ruby didn’t recognize these particular trees, or this winding path, or… anything. “Eva…?” she called tentatively. “Are you there…?” She was answered with an owl’s cries. Lost.
Eva had made it to the main path. She sighed with relief.
“Well that was quite close, wasn’t it?” she said.
Silence.
“Ruby? Ruby!”
Nothing.
Oh, how dumb could she be? Ruby was still out there in the open - she must’ve lost her. Or maybe she wasn’t hiding in the meadow in the first place. She shouldn’t have assumed… or she should’ve checked to make sure her friend was behind her, or something.
“Ruby! Where are you?!”
A tear of panic slipped down Eva’s cheek. It’s all my fault.
In the thrill of her search for her friend and home, Ruby had become utterly lost in the woods. She was already freezing, but it felt like someone had dumped ice on her as she recalled the howling that caused Eva to flee. Dashing to a cave for protection, she sank to the ground in despair, burying her face in her hands.
There was a sound like bells ringing by her feet. Confused but curious, she glanced around.
Ring. A clear crystal pendant was nestled in the snow. She would’ve never noticed it if it hadn’t been for the chiming… Ruby scooped it up with her numb fingers, and fastened it around her neck, mesmerized by its aura. Which was, a very unfortunate move. It made a soft click and disappeared from sight in a poof of glitter. Ruby broke out of her trance, and jumped backwards in confusion. There came a small whimper behind her. Trembling, she turned…
A pack of wolves stood at her feet. Ruby shouted, and put her hands up in surrender, nearly slipping on the ice. But the wolves didn’t appear to threaten her - instead, they rubbed affectionately against her legs.
“Hi?” she said cautiously. Looking closer, she noticed that these wolves couldn’t be normal - they had a bluish glow to them.
Little did young Ruby know, she possessed the same aura…
A bit of life flickered just outside the cave. A bird. Some unknown spirit of sorts grasped Ruby’s mind - a never ending chant for her to kill kill kill. Entranced, she k!lled the innocent bird - gracefully strangled it in her hands.
She regained consciousness and stared at the red speckled across the white snow.
The wolf in the front let out a soft bark, and licked her hand. An act of approval, she assumed? It mimicked something like… eating. Ruby glanced at the lifeless bird, then slowly buried it in the dirt far below, not caring about the frost on her fingers. She turned toward a blueberry shrub, a wall of red hair covering her face. The lead wolf was not happy.
That was only her first. The following days were filled with more dead woodland animals. Cold and trembling in terror of this power, she remained in the cave. The pendant flickered into existence each and every time Ruby was beguiled. She eventually pinned the cause of the curse on it - and it was like a taunt each time, like you can take me off but also you can’t.
There came a time where a hunter came by. He was silently creeping through the woods, but she knew he was there. She had known this would come, and fought against the voices in her ear. Yet she only managed to croak out a soft run before she lost control. Ruby leaped with a sort of elegance, and the Hunter, wide eyed, barely made it out with his life.
That was about the time when Ruby became a sort of myth for her village. The Hunter came running home with news of a silent spirit and a pack of wolves out to kill - the whisper in the woods, as he called her. It caused the uproar.
“Why am I not allowed past those trees anymore, Mama?” a little boy would ask.
“The whisper would finish you off,” all mothers would simply reply.
Scared, the children would ask no more. They stayed out of it…
And poor Eva, she would cry herself to sleep. Her friend was dead, she knew it, and it was because of her.
The time passed. Ruby was 16 now, if she remembered. 8 years stuck within the curse, too scared to find home anymore. She tried to get rid of the pendant, tried to get rid of the wolves, but nothing worked. The first wolf pieced itself together, and creeped out, Ruby left them alone.
Hunter after Huntress came, this time coming for her. She was too fast for them. Each one that escaped told their tale to the village, which kept the whisper of the woods rumor going strong. Eventually, a 17 year old Eva set out for the search, a sword strapped on her back. She tried to tell herself the defeat of the whisper was good for the entire village, but truly, Ruby had never left her mind. She set foot into the trees - and held back a wave of emotion as she remembered the last time she was here. It’s okay, I’m here for revenge.
It was springtime. There were little clovers nestled in the grass, buttercups springing out of the dirt. The sun was finally free from the dark clouds of winter. A wind passed by - Eva thought she heard calls of a hide and seek game, but it was just her imagination. Soon enough, she’d found the whisper’s cave.
Ruby had heard the Huntress too. Another shadow of life crawling by, a glint of a weapon. She unwillingly sprang for the attack as always - but paused.
The crystal pendant remained in a state of half-existing. “…Eva?” Ruby asked.
Eva screamed and reached for her sword, but she abruptly stopped. She whispered, “It’s you?”
“Wait,” Ruby said. “Don’t approach me, please —” some inaudible mumbling, then, “the pendant —”
Eva seemed to catch on. She ripped the pendant off at last, and Ruby was grateful it was solid. The wolves crumbled to dust, and the blue aura evaporated. Eva tried to hide her surprise. She fumbled for words, tried to ask if her long lost friend was really okay, but at last, she reached for her hand and lead her away.
“Let’s go home.”
SWC writing competition
It all started with an innocent game of hide and seek within the Woods of Ryvan.
There lived two young girls, best of friends and both full of wonder and curiosity. Eva, with dark hair, dark skin, and bright hazel colored eyes, and Ruby, pale skinned with splashes of freckles, the warmest brown eyes, and long, bold red hair. One was never seen without the other, and they were like sisters in personality.
Their voices and laughter echoed through the towering trees, their shadows dancing through the soft midday light. The unforgiving November breeze twirled around the branches, causing the remaining leaves to rustle — yet they remained ever strong, being in the final stages of life but still clinging so dearly to the wood. Even when the first snowflakes of the winter began floating to the ground, the girls simply pulled on their hats and continued their game.
“1… 2… 3… 4… 10! Ready or not, here I come!” Eva exclaimed.
“That’s not fair!” Ruby giggled, sprinting for one of the shrubs. She tried to make herself as still as possible, tried to calm her racing heart and slow her breath.
Eva ran towards the sound of her voice, determined to prove to her friend that she was the better player. Her boots crunched through the forest floor, the smell of pine filling the air. The snow caught in her curly locks. When she finally approached the clearing that she suspected Ruby was hiding in, she stopped. She began slowly sneaking around, planning for an epic jump scare.
Just as Eva peeled away the first set of bushes, a distant chorus of howling erupted from the east. She let out a sudden shriek, then sprinted away.
“Ruby!” she called desperately, her hands cupped around her mouth. “Game’s over! Follow me, we’re leaving!”
Ruby knew that her friend was smart. Which was why she assumed this was a trick — she chose to remain quiet and stay in her spot, thinking the seeker must still be right outside. The consistent padding of her boots began to sound more distant… no, just softer, she convinced herself. A minute passed by; then another, then another. They turned into ten, twenty, twenty-five. Was this game being taken too far? It didn’t make sense - wouldn’t it be faster at this point to just scour the clearing?
Finally, Ruby could no longer take it. She jumped out into the open, screaming, “Eva!”
To her horror, there was nobody else around… just herself and the whistle and flurry of a snowstorm. She began jogging back to their village, desperately crying out into the trees. Every noise made her heart flutter with hope, but after she was repeatedly let down, she started to feel cold and empty.
Wait, where was she? Ruby didn’t recognize these particular trees, or this winding path, or… anything. “Eva…?” she called tentatively. “Are you there…?” She was answered with an owl’s cries. Lost.
Eva had made it to the main path. She sighed with relief.
“Well that was quite close, wasn’t it?” she said.
Silence.
“Ruby? Ruby!”
Nothing.
Oh, how dumb could she be? Ruby was still out there in the open - she must’ve lost her. Or maybe she wasn’t hiding in the meadow in the first place. She shouldn’t have assumed… or she should’ve checked to make sure her friend was behind her, or something.
“Ruby! Where are you?!”
A tear of panic slipped down Eva’s cheek. It’s all my fault.
In the thrill of her search for her friend and home, Ruby had become utterly lost in the woods. She was already freezing, but it felt like someone had dumped ice on her as she recalled the howling that caused Eva to flee. Dashing to a cave for protection, she sank to the ground in despair, burying her face in her hands.
There was a sound like bells ringing by her feet. Confused but curious, she glanced around.
Ring. A clear crystal pendant was nestled in the snow. She would’ve never noticed it if it hadn’t been for the chiming… Ruby scooped it up with her numb fingers, and fastened it around her neck, mesmerized by its aura. Which was, a very unfortunate move. It made a soft click and disappeared from sight in a poof of glitter. Ruby broke out of her trance, and jumped backwards in confusion. There came a small whimper behind her. Trembling, she turned…
A pack of wolves stood at her feet. Ruby shouted, and put her hands up in surrender, nearly slipping on the ice. But the wolves didn’t appear to threaten her - instead, they rubbed affectionately against her legs.
“Hi?” she said cautiously. Looking closer, she noticed that these wolves couldn’t be normal - they had a bluish glow to them.
Little did young Ruby know, she possessed the same aura…
A bit of life flickered just outside the cave. A bird. Some unknown spirit of sorts grasped Ruby’s mind - a never ending chant for her to kill kill kill. Entranced, she k!lled the innocent bird - gracefully strangled it in her hands.
She regained consciousness and stared at the red speckled across the white snow.
The wolf in the front let out a soft bark, and licked her hand. An act of approval, she assumed? It mimicked something like… eating. Ruby glanced at the lifeless bird, then slowly buried it in the dirt far below, not caring about the frost on her fingers. She turned toward a blueberry shrub, a wall of red hair covering her face. The lead wolf was not happy.
That was only her first. The following days were filled with more dead woodland animals. Cold and trembling in terror of this power, she remained in the cave. The pendant flickered into existence each and every time Ruby was beguiled. She eventually pinned the cause of the curse on it - and it was like a taunt each time, like you can take me off but also you can’t.
There came a time where a hunter came by. He was silently creeping through the woods, but she knew he was there. She had known this would come, and fought against the voices in her ear. Yet she only managed to croak out a soft run before she lost control. Ruby leaped with a sort of elegance, and the Hunter, wide eyed, barely made it out with his life.
That was about the time when Ruby became a sort of myth for her village. The Hunter came running home with news of a silent spirit and a pack of wolves out to kill - the whisper in the woods, as he called her. It caused the uproar.
“Why am I not allowed past those trees anymore, Mama?” a little boy would ask.
“The whisper would finish you off,” all mothers would simply reply.
Scared, the children would ask no more. They stayed out of it…
And poor Eva, she would cry herself to sleep. Her friend was dead, she knew it, and it was because of her.
The time passed. Ruby was 16 now, if she remembered. 8 years stuck within the curse, too scared to find home anymore. She tried to get rid of the pendant, tried to get rid of the wolves, but nothing worked. The first wolf pieced itself together, and creeped out, Ruby left them alone.
Hunter after Huntress came, this time coming for her. She was too fast for them. Each one that escaped told their tale to the village, which kept the whisper of the woods rumor going strong. Eventually, a 17 year old Eva set out for the search, a sword strapped on her back. She tried to tell herself the defeat of the whisper was good for the entire village, but truly, Ruby had never left her mind. She set foot into the trees - and held back a wave of emotion as she remembered the last time she was here. It’s okay, I’m here for revenge.
It was springtime. There were little clovers nestled in the grass, buttercups springing out of the dirt. The sun was finally free from the dark clouds of winter. A wind passed by - Eva thought she heard calls of a hide and seek game, but it was just her imagination. Soon enough, she’d found the whisper’s cave.
Ruby had heard the Huntress too. Another shadow of life crawling by, a glint of a weapon. She unwillingly sprang for the attack as always - but paused.
The crystal pendant remained in a state of half-existing. “…Eva?” Ruby asked.
Eva screamed and reached for her sword, but she abruptly stopped. She whispered, “It’s you?”
“Wait,” Ruby said. “Don’t approach me, please —” some inaudible mumbling, then, “the pendant —”
Eva seemed to catch on. She ripped the pendant off at last, and Ruby was grateful it was solid. The wolves crumbled to dust, and the blue aura evaporated. Eva tried to hide her surprise. She fumbled for words, tried to ask if her long lost friend was really okay, but at last, she reached for her hand and lead her away.
“Let’s go home.”
- -vanillamochabear-
-
Scratcher
500+ posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
whisper in the woods
SWC writing competition
tw for death :P
(important: this is considered as late, which is why i made a separate post for this,,, to the judges, please judge the version above as it is the one i submitted before my extension expired :) the only difference is that this one is formatted + includes an author’s note ^^)
❅ ——
It all started with an innocent game of hide and seek within the Woods of Ryvan.
There lived two young girls, best of friends and both full of wonder and curiosity. Eva, with dark hair, dark skin, and bright hazel colored eyes, and Ruby, pale skinned with splashes of freckles, the warmest brown eyes, and long, bold red hair. One was never seen without the other, and they were like sisters in personality.
Their voices and laughter echoed through the towering trees, their shadows dancing through the soft midday light. The unforgiving November breeze twirled around the branches, causing the remaining leaves to rustle — yet they remained ever strong, being in the final stages of life but still clinging so dearly to the wood. Even when the first snowflakes of the winter began floating to the ground, the girls simply pulled on their hats and continued their game.
“1… 2… 3… 4… 10! Ready or not, here I come!” Eva exclaimed.
“That’s not fair!” Ruby giggled, sprinting for one of the shrubs. She tried to make herself as still as possible, tried to calm her racing heart and slow her breath.
Eva ran towards the sound of her voice, determined to prove to her friend that she was the better player. Her boots crunched through the forest floor, the smell of pine filling the air. The snow caught in her curly locks. When she finally approached the clearing that she suspected Ruby was hiding in, she stopped. She began slowly sneaking around, planning for an epic jump scare.
Just as Eva peeled away the first set of bushes, a distant chorus of howling erupted from the east. She let out a sudden shriek, then sprinted away.
“Ruby!” she called desperately, her hands cupped around her mouth. “Game’s over! Follow me, we’re leaving!”
Ruby knew that her friend was smart. Which was why she assumed this was a trick — she chose to remain quiet and stay in her spot, thinking the seeker must still be right outside. The consistent padding of her boots began to sound more distant… no, just softer, she convinced herself. A minute passed by; then another, then another. They turned into ten, twenty, twenty-five. Was this game being taken too far? It didn’t make sense - wouldn’t it be faster at this point to just scour the clearing?
❅ ——
Finally, Ruby could no longer take it. She jumped out into the open, screaming, “Eva!”
To her horror, there was nobody else around… just herself and the whistle and flurry of a snowstorm. She began jogging back to their village, desperately crying out into the trees. Every noise made her heart flutter with hope, but after she was repeatedly let down, she started to feel cold and empty.
Wait, where was she? Ruby didn’t recognize these particular trees, or this winding path, or… anything. “Eva…?” she called tentatively. “Are you there…?” She was answered with an owl’s cries. Lost.
Eva had made it to the main path. She sighed with relief.
“Well that was quite close, wasn’t it?” she said.
Silence.
“Ruby? Ruby!”
Nothing.
Oh, how dumb could she be? Ruby was still out there in the open - she must’ve lost her. Or maybe she wasn’t hiding in the meadow in the first place. She shouldn’t have assumed… or she should’ve checked to make sure her friend was behind her, or something.
“Ruby! Where are you?!”
A tear of panic slipped down Eva’s cheek. It’s all my fault.
❅ ——
In the thrill of her search for her friend and home, Ruby had become utterly lost in the woods. She was already freezing, but it felt like someone had dumped ice on her as she recalled the howling that caused Eva to flee. Dashing to a cave for protection, she sank to the ground in despair, burying her face in her hands.
There was a sound like bells ringing by her feet. Confused but curious, she glanced around.
Ring. A clear crystal pendant was nestled in the snow. She would’ve never noticed it if it hadn’t been for the chiming… Ruby scooped it up with her numb fingers, and fastened it around her neck, mesmerized by its aura. Which was, a very unfortunate move. It made a soft click and disappeared from sight in a poof of glitter. Ruby broke out of her trance, and jumped backwards in confusion. There came a small whimper behind her. Trembling, she turned…
A pack of wolves stood at her feet. Ruby shouted, and put her hands up in surrender, nearly slipping on the ice. But the wolves didn’t appear to threaten her - instead, they rubbed affectionately against her legs.
“Hi?” she said cautiously. Looking closer, she noticed that these wolves couldn’t be normal - they had a bluish glow to them.
Little did young Ruby know, she possessed the same aura…
A bit of life flickered just outside the cave. A bird. Some unknown spirit of sorts grasped Ruby’s mind - a never ending chant for her to kill kill kill. Entranced, she k!lled the innocent bird - gracefully strangled it in her hands.
She regained consciousness and stared at the red speckled across the white snow.
The wolf in the front let out a soft bark, and licked her hand. An act of approval, she assumed? It mimicked something like… eating. Ruby glanced at the lifeless bird, then slowly buried it in the dirt far below, not caring about the frost on her fingers. She turned toward a blueberry shrub, a wall of red hair covering her face. The lead wolf was not happy.
That was only her first. The following days were filled with more dead woodland animals. Cold and trembling in terror of this power, she remained in the cave. The pendant flickered into existence each and every time Ruby was beguiled. She eventually pinned the cause of the curse on it - and it was like a taunt each time, like you can take me off but also you can’t.
There came a time where a hunter came by. He was silently creeping through the woods, but she knew he was there. She had known this would come, and fought against the voices in her ear. Yet she only managed to croak out a soft run before she lost control. Ruby leaped with a sort of elegance, and the Hunter, wide eyed, barely made it out with his life.
❅ ——
That was about the time when Ruby became a sort of myth for her village. The Hunter came running home with news of a silent spirit and a pack of wolves out to kill - the whisper in the woods, as he called her. It caused the uproar.
“Why am I not allowed past those trees anymore, Mama?” a little boy would ask.
“The whisper would finish you off,” all mothers would simply reply.
Scared, the children would ask no more. They stayed out of it…
And poor Eva, she would cry herself to sleep. Her friend was dead, she knew it, and it was because of her.
❅ ——
The time passed. Ruby was 16 now, if she remembered. 8 years stuck within the curse, too scared to find home anymore. She tried to get rid of the pendant, tried to get rid of the wolves, but nothing worked. The first wolf pieced itself together, and creeped out, Ruby left them alone.
Hunter after Huntress came, this time coming for her. She was too fast for them. Each one that escaped told their tale to the village, which kept the whisper of the woods rumor going strong. Eventually, a 17 year old Eva set out for the search, a sword strapped on her back. She tried to tell herself the defeat of the whisper was good for the entire village, but truly, Ruby had never left her mind. She set foot into the trees - and held back a wave of emotion as she remembered the last time she was here. It’s okay, I’m here for revenge.
It was springtime. There were little clovers nestled in the grass, buttercups springing out of the dirt. The sun was finally free from the dark clouds of winter. A wind passed by - Eva thought she heard calls of a hide and seek game, but it was just her imagination. Soon enough, she’d found the whisper’s cave.
❅ ——
Ruby had heard the Huntress too. Another shadow of life crawling by, another glint of a weapon. She unwillingly sprang for the attack as always - but paused. Her wolves were snapping at her feet, ordering her to finish.
The crystal pendant remained in a state of half-existing. “…Eva?” Ruby asked.
Eva screamed and reached for her sword, but she abruptly stopped. She whispered, “It’s you?”
“Wait,” Ruby said. “Don’t approach me, please —” some inaudible mumbling, then, “the pendant —”
Eva seemed to catch on. She ripped the pendant off at last, and Ruby was grateful it was solid. The wolves crumbled to dust, and the blue aura evaporated. Eva tried to hide her surprise, not wanting to create discomfort. She fumbled for words, tried to ask if her long lost friend was really okay, but at last, she reached for her hand and lead her away.
“Let’s go home.”
❅ ——
Author’s note!
Hiii it’s me :> It’s been quite an adventure writing this, even if it sucks and is late. I’ve been on a family vacation this entire week - I just got back a couple hours ago, actually. It was super fun, but also exhausting and leaving me with no free time. Most of this story was typed on my phone in the craziest of places; most commonly before bed but often in the car and in a restaurant once. I’ve had the concept for this for a while now, and I wish I could’ve fleshed it out a little more but I cut it reeeeeaally close to my deadline, even with the extension (thanks for the extension btw ^D^) That’s all, I hope you guys enjoyed and happy holidays!
❅ ——
SWC writing competition
tw for death :P
(important: this is considered as late, which is why i made a separate post for this,,, to the judges, please judge the version above as it is the one i submitted before my extension expired :) the only difference is that this one is formatted + includes an author’s note ^^)
❅ ——
It all started with an innocent game of hide and seek within the Woods of Ryvan.
There lived two young girls, best of friends and both full of wonder and curiosity. Eva, with dark hair, dark skin, and bright hazel colored eyes, and Ruby, pale skinned with splashes of freckles, the warmest brown eyes, and long, bold red hair. One was never seen without the other, and they were like sisters in personality.
Their voices and laughter echoed through the towering trees, their shadows dancing through the soft midday light. The unforgiving November breeze twirled around the branches, causing the remaining leaves to rustle — yet they remained ever strong, being in the final stages of life but still clinging so dearly to the wood. Even when the first snowflakes of the winter began floating to the ground, the girls simply pulled on their hats and continued their game.
“1… 2… 3… 4… 10! Ready or not, here I come!” Eva exclaimed.
“That’s not fair!” Ruby giggled, sprinting for one of the shrubs. She tried to make herself as still as possible, tried to calm her racing heart and slow her breath.
Eva ran towards the sound of her voice, determined to prove to her friend that she was the better player. Her boots crunched through the forest floor, the smell of pine filling the air. The snow caught in her curly locks. When she finally approached the clearing that she suspected Ruby was hiding in, she stopped. She began slowly sneaking around, planning for an epic jump scare.
Just as Eva peeled away the first set of bushes, a distant chorus of howling erupted from the east. She let out a sudden shriek, then sprinted away.
“Ruby!” she called desperately, her hands cupped around her mouth. “Game’s over! Follow me, we’re leaving!”
Ruby knew that her friend was smart. Which was why she assumed this was a trick — she chose to remain quiet and stay in her spot, thinking the seeker must still be right outside. The consistent padding of her boots began to sound more distant… no, just softer, she convinced herself. A minute passed by; then another, then another. They turned into ten, twenty, twenty-five. Was this game being taken too far? It didn’t make sense - wouldn’t it be faster at this point to just scour the clearing?
❅ ——
Finally, Ruby could no longer take it. She jumped out into the open, screaming, “Eva!”
To her horror, there was nobody else around… just herself and the whistle and flurry of a snowstorm. She began jogging back to their village, desperately crying out into the trees. Every noise made her heart flutter with hope, but after she was repeatedly let down, she started to feel cold and empty.
Wait, where was she? Ruby didn’t recognize these particular trees, or this winding path, or… anything. “Eva…?” she called tentatively. “Are you there…?” She was answered with an owl’s cries. Lost.
Eva had made it to the main path. She sighed with relief.
“Well that was quite close, wasn’t it?” she said.
Silence.
“Ruby? Ruby!”
Nothing.
Oh, how dumb could she be? Ruby was still out there in the open - she must’ve lost her. Or maybe she wasn’t hiding in the meadow in the first place. She shouldn’t have assumed… or she should’ve checked to make sure her friend was behind her, or something.
“Ruby! Where are you?!”
A tear of panic slipped down Eva’s cheek. It’s all my fault.
❅ ——
In the thrill of her search for her friend and home, Ruby had become utterly lost in the woods. She was already freezing, but it felt like someone had dumped ice on her as she recalled the howling that caused Eva to flee. Dashing to a cave for protection, she sank to the ground in despair, burying her face in her hands.
There was a sound like bells ringing by her feet. Confused but curious, she glanced around.
Ring. A clear crystal pendant was nestled in the snow. She would’ve never noticed it if it hadn’t been for the chiming… Ruby scooped it up with her numb fingers, and fastened it around her neck, mesmerized by its aura. Which was, a very unfortunate move. It made a soft click and disappeared from sight in a poof of glitter. Ruby broke out of her trance, and jumped backwards in confusion. There came a small whimper behind her. Trembling, she turned…
A pack of wolves stood at her feet. Ruby shouted, and put her hands up in surrender, nearly slipping on the ice. But the wolves didn’t appear to threaten her - instead, they rubbed affectionately against her legs.
“Hi?” she said cautiously. Looking closer, she noticed that these wolves couldn’t be normal - they had a bluish glow to them.
Little did young Ruby know, she possessed the same aura…
A bit of life flickered just outside the cave. A bird. Some unknown spirit of sorts grasped Ruby’s mind - a never ending chant for her to kill kill kill. Entranced, she k!lled the innocent bird - gracefully strangled it in her hands.
She regained consciousness and stared at the red speckled across the white snow.
The wolf in the front let out a soft bark, and licked her hand. An act of approval, she assumed? It mimicked something like… eating. Ruby glanced at the lifeless bird, then slowly buried it in the dirt far below, not caring about the frost on her fingers. She turned toward a blueberry shrub, a wall of red hair covering her face. The lead wolf was not happy.
That was only her first. The following days were filled with more dead woodland animals. Cold and trembling in terror of this power, she remained in the cave. The pendant flickered into existence each and every time Ruby was beguiled. She eventually pinned the cause of the curse on it - and it was like a taunt each time, like you can take me off but also you can’t.
There came a time where a hunter came by. He was silently creeping through the woods, but she knew he was there. She had known this would come, and fought against the voices in her ear. Yet she only managed to croak out a soft run before she lost control. Ruby leaped with a sort of elegance, and the Hunter, wide eyed, barely made it out with his life.
❅ ——
That was about the time when Ruby became a sort of myth for her village. The Hunter came running home with news of a silent spirit and a pack of wolves out to kill - the whisper in the woods, as he called her. It caused the uproar.
“Why am I not allowed past those trees anymore, Mama?” a little boy would ask.
“The whisper would finish you off,” all mothers would simply reply.
Scared, the children would ask no more. They stayed out of it…
And poor Eva, she would cry herself to sleep. Her friend was dead, she knew it, and it was because of her.
❅ ——
The time passed. Ruby was 16 now, if she remembered. 8 years stuck within the curse, too scared to find home anymore. She tried to get rid of the pendant, tried to get rid of the wolves, but nothing worked. The first wolf pieced itself together, and creeped out, Ruby left them alone.
Hunter after Huntress came, this time coming for her. She was too fast for them. Each one that escaped told their tale to the village, which kept the whisper of the woods rumor going strong. Eventually, a 17 year old Eva set out for the search, a sword strapped on her back. She tried to tell herself the defeat of the whisper was good for the entire village, but truly, Ruby had never left her mind. She set foot into the trees - and held back a wave of emotion as she remembered the last time she was here. It’s okay, I’m here for revenge.
It was springtime. There were little clovers nestled in the grass, buttercups springing out of the dirt. The sun was finally free from the dark clouds of winter. A wind passed by - Eva thought she heard calls of a hide and seek game, but it was just her imagination. Soon enough, she’d found the whisper’s cave.
❅ ——
Ruby had heard the Huntress too. Another shadow of life crawling by, another glint of a weapon. She unwillingly sprang for the attack as always - but paused. Her wolves were snapping at her feet, ordering her to finish.
The crystal pendant remained in a state of half-existing. “…Eva?” Ruby asked.
Eva screamed and reached for her sword, but she abruptly stopped. She whispered, “It’s you?”
“Wait,” Ruby said. “Don’t approach me, please —” some inaudible mumbling, then, “the pendant —”
Eva seemed to catch on. She ripped the pendant off at last, and Ruby was grateful it was solid. The wolves crumbled to dust, and the blue aura evaporated. Eva tried to hide her surprise, not wanting to create discomfort. She fumbled for words, tried to ask if her long lost friend was really okay, but at last, she reached for her hand and lead her away.
“Let’s go home.”
❅ ——
Author’s note!
Hiii it’s me :> It’s been quite an adventure writing this, even if it sucks and is late. I’ve been on a family vacation this entire week - I just got back a couple hours ago, actually. It was super fun, but also exhausting and leaving me with no free time. Most of this story was typed on my phone in the craziest of places; most commonly before bed but often in the car and in a restaurant once. I’ve had the concept for this for a while now, and I wish I could’ve fleshed it out a little more but I cut it reeeeeaally close to my deadline, even with the extension (thanks for the extension btw ^D^) That’s all, I hope you guys enjoyed and happy holidays!
❅ ——
- smalltoe
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100+ posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
weekly for fantasy :D
3589 words in total
code: Your Journey: dystopian, option #1, folklore, option #3, nonfi, option #3, script, option #1, fantasy, option #3, thriller, option #1, fanfi, option #1, horror, option #1, adventure, option #1, bifi, option #2, realfi, option #1, scifi, option #1, mystery, option #1, poetry, option #3, hifi, option #2
certificate: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/767856725/
note + tw: this is a continuation of the story I wrote for suswc last session, except thier among-us ship broke and now they have to navigate thier way through the Galaxswc and avoid our good ol' friend Jim Flabsdz ;)) I get suuuper rambly with word crawls, and most of this was written in cabin wars, so it's pretty bad, not proud of this xD also a trigger war for death/murder + descriptions of blood (not graphic)
Write 100 words to begin your adventure. (137 words)
It was past midnight when the sirens started. And when they started, they didn’t stop.
They screamed, and screamed, and screamed, an eternal cry for help that didn’t come. The spaceship screeched to a halt, shuddered for a moment, and stopped. Hovering in space. The oxygen slowly running out, the inhabitants of the ship with no escape. The end seemed inevitable.
But perhaps all wasn’t lost after all. A machine suddenly burst out of the ruined ship - a strange creature, all steel feathers and brass wings, but it flew. Wobbling through space with its surprisingly fast little crooked body. Its young pilots were celebrating their escape from certain death; they made no move to hide their trail, or their makeshift vehicle. They had no idea they had drifted right into the territory of the infamous Jim Flabsdz.
For the next 150 words in your story, a supernatural/celestial being interrupts the protagonist. (307 words)
The lights are dimmed inside the Plucky Explorer. They have to save power - but Avery still doesn’t like the spooky atmosphere. It feels less like they escaped and more like they were flying right into a trap.
Not even Emerson shared Avery’s concern - they were too preoccupied with driving the fat little ship, and somehow not crashing it into the asteroids that littered the landscape. It's going to be fine, Avery kept trying to tell herself, watching Ellis playing underneath the single table they stole from the larger ships cafeteria before disconnecting. She couldn’t bring herself to join in. Usually she would, but-
something just didn’t feel right.
A chill began to creep down Avery’s spine. She slowly blew her hair out of her face, and her breath clouded in the sudden cold. What's going on?
She tried to move towards Ellis, to protect her, but her steps were slow and sluggish. The room swooped and swung around her, and it felt as if she was disconnected from her body as she fell, fell to the ground…
and everything turned to white.
It was an expanse of nothing; but the nothing was something. And the something could speak.
“Are you lost, little girl?”
The words echoed through Avery’s head. She tried to respond, but her throat had closed up and she couldn’t breathe-
She stumbled and the white flickered to black.
“Answer me,” The voice hissed as Avery clutched at her throat.
“What do you want?” She whispered with the last of her breath.
And she collapsed, plunging through the white nothing, tumbling all the way to-
Avery woke up to Ellis shaking her.
“Ave? Ave, are you okay? Avery!”
The world spun.
“Avery, talk to me!”
Avery looked up, saw Ellis, Trix and Rika’s faces above her, and managed to whisper three words.
“We’re not alone.”
Choose a taylor swift song and sprint for its duration. (126 words)
and please ignore the change from third person to first, I stopped working on this for a while and forgot I was doing third person xD
“What do you mean?” Rika leaned forward, concerned. “We have to tell Emerson this- Trix, do you want to?”
She nodded, wordlessly. We’ve all accepted Emerson as our leader by now - they’re far from the oldest, but they’re one of the smartest here. And Trix clearly doesn’t want to lead again, not after what happened with Solana. She doesn’t talk much anymore at all, now that I think of it. I think something changed in her a few months ago - I think it happened to all of us, really.
I was ready to kill someone, I remembered with a jolt. I nearly killed Solana. Is this creature karma itself, come to hunt me down for my sins?
“Ellis-” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”
What have I done?
Roll a dice and sprint for that many minutes. (122 words)
When I wake up, my head is pounding and I feel like I’ve been drowned in ice water. Maybe I have - when my vision clears, I can see Finley standing over me, looking guilty, an empty bucket in his hand. And I am soaking wet.
I sit up, spitting out water. “What happened? What-”
And then it all comes back to me in a flood - and I remember.
We’re all in danger because of me.
“Emerson?” I manage to croak out.
Finn shakes his head. “Driving the ship. What happened, Avery? Are you okay?”
“I- I don’t know.”
I do know. And I am not okay. But it’s for the best that they don’t know that.
Because I’m leaving the ship tonight.
For the next 150 words, do not mention any of your characters at all. (162 words)
From the outside, the ship was a dark little lump, somewhat shaped like a bird, but not noticeably so. It could be mistaken for a very small asteroid if you didn’t look too closely - except for the speed and precision which it was flying with. It ducked and dived through the rubble and planets, perhaps not sure what direction it was going in, but stubbornly still chugging along, looking for a way out, most likely. Poor thing wasn’t going to find one. Once the maze of the Galaxswc had swallowed it whole, it wasn’t ever escaping, no matter how strong its tiny little wings were.
There was already something following it. A sparkling silvery trail, which only meant one thing-
I won’t say what, of course. I can’t spoil; it's too tragic, what’ll happen to that poor metal bird. I can barely picture it - but of course, I do, and it fills me with a kind of hysterical glee. This’ll be fun.
Write 250 free words. (302 words)
It’s dark. The windows are too clouded - or maybe we’re just too far away from anything. But no matter how hard I look, I can’t see the stars.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t deserve to see something as beautiful as stars again - I nearly killed someone. I would have. And now my mistakes have summoned some kind of monster. And the monster wants revenge.
All I ever wanted to do was to protect Ellis.
So that's what I’m doing now. By leaving.
It breaks my heart, don’t get me wrong, but I have to do this.
I tug on the straps of my stained white spacesuit, and with a gloved hand, I smash the window.
It takes a few hits, a few cracks, until it finally gives in. Shards of glass shatter into thousands of stars, and I fall-
and I fly.
I don’t look back. I’m only focused on getting as far away as I can, leaving everyone behind, hoping my monster leaves them behind too. It's me you want, I think as I run through the starless sky. Not them, not Ellis.
And that's when my monster spoke.
“Running away, are you, Avery?”
The voice was so sweet, a beautiful lilting melody. I hated it.
“You can’t save her, you know. No matter how hard you try.”
“Don’t talk to me.”
“You’ll welcome me eventually.”
“I won’t.”
“Hm.”
I’m drifting now, almost immobile. And I don’t think it's because of the gravity.
I guess this is the end.
Tears run down my cheeks; I can’t help it. I always was weak.
I hope the monster ends me quickly.
I turn around, and can just see our little bird-ship in the distance.
Goodbye Ellis.
A tingling fills my veins, and in a perfect arc, I fall through a starless night.
Goodbye…
In the next 150 words, your character begins to sink. (185 words)
I descend through the sky, and when I open my eyes, I am not myself.
My eyes are entirely white, and the world is covered in stars. Sparkling and flickering, I’m sinking in a sea of light.
I try to hold on to something, anything, but it's so cold, and I
just
let
go.
I hope Ellis remembers me when I’m gone.
But I won’t truly be gone, will I?
I sink more, and then I’m caught by something- a trail of silver sparkles. So pretty. I blink,
and then I disappear.
-
This new vessel is rather interesting, isn’t it? So determined, isn’t she? Tells herself she does everything for her sister, poor little kid. You can’t blame her; she’s barely a baby in the eyes of an immortal like myself. She really is so good at lying, though. Not even a human can be as loyal as she claims to be. I, too, was always good at deception when I was a child. I still am; but sometimes my vessels complicate things. She’ll make everything so much easier. What was her name again?
Avery.
Write a 150 word flashback. (172 words)
I was floating now, instead of sinking. Floating in darkness, in chains.
A memory crashes over me. It’s a wave, a flood - it’s the end.
“I give myself up,” The hiss of a voice I know so well. “Kill me now, then. End this.”
She seems almost satisfied with herself.
“Keep her alive,” Fox’s voice is low, resigned. “We have more mercy than she does.”
But she doesn’t deserve to stay alive, to stay with us. All I can think of is - she put Ellis in danger. She put Ellis in danger, and she deserves all that she gets.
“Oh, please.” Solana purrs. “You know I deserve death. You’re just too scared to finally set me free. Aren’t you?”
“Oh, I’m too scared, am I?” I lunge forward, grab the rose-coloured girl by the neck and hurl her against the wall. “Too scared?”
And she laughs. She laughs in my face, and I collapse to the ground as Trix pulls me backwards, away from her. Away from everyone.
What have I done?
In your next 150 words, describe someone putting on a literal or metaphorical mask. (169 words)
I twirl a strand of my vessel's pretty blonde hair around my finger, and smile underneath my human mask. The mortals will never see what’s coming for them. They will never see me until I have them in my grasp, and deliver them straight to Jim Flabsdz, where his evil gay birds will devour their souls and scatter their flesh across the Galaxswc like delicious spaghetti with tomato sauce. I will clip their metal birds little wings and reel them in, set the trap. They won’t even see the rope until I tighten the noose.
Sometimes I wonder if others, in my place, might regret all that I’ve done. But then I remind myself that everything I’ve done has been for the greater good of the Galaxswc, and to save my home. I’m just like that little girl trying so hard to protect her sister.
What a shame that she’s already failed.
I shake the hair from my vessel’s shoulders, smirk through my mask, and drift towards my prey.
In the next 100 words, your character’s surroundings start working against them. (270 words)
The dim light of a few stars has finally begun to penetrate the blackness of space when the Plucky Explorer stutters to a halt. It would almost be like dawn; except the light is harsh and white instead of warm and golden.
“What happened?” Fox leans over the control panel of the bird-ship, trying to make sense of the buttons and levers layed out in front of Emerson.
“I- I don’t know.” The young mastermind sounded genuinely confused.
“Did you press anything?” Rika accused.
“What, me? No!” Fox said indignantly. “Ask Emerson. I wasn’t touching a thing.”
Emerson didn’t respond, looking deep in thought.
Fox prodded their shoulder.
“Stop it, Fox. I’m trying to think…” Emerson leaned forward slightly, scanning the expanse of black nothing outside the window.
“Scheming face,” Fox whispered.
“Definitely.” Rika hissed back.
“Guys? I’m thinking.”
“Right, got it.” Fox took a step backwards, then yelled at the top of his lungs - “EVERYONE SHUT UP THEY’RE TRYING TO THINK!”
Emerson groaned.
“You can’t tell me that wasn’t funny,” Fox said, smugly.
Rika pushed him out the door.
It wasn’t even a minute before he started to knock again.
“I won’t let him in,” Rika reassured Emerson, but the knocking continued, getting louder and louder.
“Rika? Emerson? I think we have a problem!”
Fox’s voice was muffled by the solid airtight door separating the chambers; but Rika could still hear the desperation in his words. This is serious.
She opened the door.
Fox fell inside, panting and gasping for breath.
“There are stars outside.”
“Stars?”
“More like sparkles, really.”
“Sparkles?”
“Sparkles. And they’re trying to kill us all.”
Roll a dice, multiply by 100, and write for at least that many words. (exactly 100 words! I rolled a 1 xD)
Emerson was on their feet as soon as the words left Fox’s mouth.
“Rika, get everyone in here - it’s the most secure room - but don’t bother putting yourself or anyone in danger to close the doors. We’re already compromised.”
They pushed their way past the others, scrambling to the windows, to see exactly what Fox had promised -
the sky was alight with sparks, and they were fire. They were wrath, burning through the glass windows, latching themselves onto the ship -
They ran to the main hatch, pushed their black hood over their face, and, taking a deep breath, crawled out.
In the next 150 words, build up a happy scene, only to incorporate a dark twist. (209 words)
There was something in the distance.
Emerson squinted, leaning forward off the edge of the ship. Embers fell like snow around them, burning their skin like fire - though they could handle it. They were well used to pain.
They took a hesitant step off the Plucky Explorer. Gravity caught them, pushing them towards the figure in the distance, as they reached out, trying to see-
“Avery?”
And the white-clad figure was running towards them, and they threw their arms around her, because she was safe, Avery-
“Avery, where did you go? What were you thinking?”
“I-”
“It doesn’t matter, you’re safe, come on, it's dangerous out here.”
“I know.”
Emerson pulled away. “Avery, are you-?”
“Oh, I’m fine.” A smile. “Where’s Ellis? How is she?”
“Inside. She’s not doing too good; she thinks you left her. We had to hold her back from running out to try to find you.”
“That's good, then.”
“What?”
“It’s good she won’t be able to see this. I don’t want to put the poor thing through any more pain than I need to. She’s been through a lot, hasn’t she? And she’ll be through a lot more before I’m done with her.”
Avery pulls a knife from her sleeve, and slits Emersons throat.
In the next 150 words, your character gets deja vu or a premonition. (168 words)
Ellis, looked up, gasping, pain coursing through her.
We’ve been through all this before.
Her head spun.
It’s happening again.
She ran to the half-melted window.
All over again.
Pressing her hand to the glass, she tilted her head upward.
It’s just like everything that happened last time.
Sparks rained from the darkness outside.
It’s Solana all over again - but not.
A black shape arced through the ashes, trailing ribbons of red.
We’re in danger.
Running to the open hatch, scrambling onto the roof, the past flashing before Ellis’s eyes as she fell towards what wasn’t her sister.
“I give myself up.”
The monster that looked like Avery smiled - with teeth a little too long, a little too sharp.
“I’m too scared, am I?”
Ellis pushed the monster into the blazing trail of embers, into the flaming wreckage of the bird-ship’s left wing.
“Too scared?”
Avery’s white spacesuit ignited, blackening to ash - and as soon as the monster left her vessel’s eyes, Ellis dived.
Right into the blaze.
In the next 125 words, your character has an epiphany and notices something important they had previously overlooked. (161 words)
“Rika?”
Rika turned around.
“Trix? I’ve barely heard you speak all day, are you okay-”
“Emerson.” The words were barely a whisper.
“Emerson’s trying to fix whatever’s happening, but you know what she’s like, she’ll be safe-”
“Emerson’s gone.”
“What?”
“The sparkles. They’ve been following us all week. They’re dangerous. It’s a trap. They’ve taken Avery. And Emerson. And Ellis.” Trix’s voice is quiet, yet fast, a steady stream of information.
“Why did we ignore them?”
Ash-covered silence stretched on in the control room, the atmosphere growing so tense Trix nearly forgot to breathe.
Until she said,
“I’ll go.”
“Trix, wait-”
But she was already gone.
When Trix climbed out from the hatch, the world was on fire.
Flames were licking the top of the metal bird, curling and bending the metal until it was so misshapen it was almost unrecognizable. There were two others on the roof - Ellis, her coral suit singed and blackened, and the prone form of Avery.
Multiply your WPM by 10, and sprint for that many seconds. (324 words)
“T-Trix?”
Ellis looked up, desperation traced across her features. “Something got Avery. Some kind of-”
“Monster. I know. It’s been following us.” Trix finished Ellis’ sentence.
“We need to get out of here. Away from this galaxy. People obviously don’t want us here.”
Avery stirred, lifting her head for a moment. “It’s my fault. All my fault.”
“No, it’s not!” Ellis protested. “We all decided to escape the old ship and fly through here, we should have known-”
“But what could we have done?” Trix’s voice was quiet, serious. “We couldn’t have known. We can’t blame ourselves.”
“But it’s my fault,” Avery croaked out. “I would have hurt Solana, and now the universe is getting revenge on me.”
“We all would have hurt Solana,” Trix said, crouching down beside the half-burned girl.
“You wouldn’t have.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
There was silence for a moment.
“We all make mistakes,” Trix whispered. “All of us.”
Looking down, they could see the fire crackling across the roof, making their way to the three girls on the edge.
“Come on,” Ellis said, standing up. “We need to get out of here.”
Trix nodded, and pulled Avery to her feet. “Ellis?”
“Yes?”
“Can you go back inside and get the others out to safety?”
Ellis looked surprised. “You want me to save the others?”
“Of course.” Trix smiled. “I trust you.”
With a determined nod, Ellis crawled back down into the hatch, as smoke began to fill the metal bird. Trix took one last look at their makeshift ship, now not much more than a collection of ashes of singed metal, and then dived off the side, pulling Avery down with her.
They sank through the darkness, and there wasn’t a sparkle to be seen.
“What do we do now?” Avery whispered.
“We do what we always do,” Trix replied. “We keep going. Even if it seems like all hope is lost, we don’t stop fighting. We never stop fighting.”
Write for 5 minutes; if you didn’t write your WPM x 5 you have to sprint for 10 more minutes. (481 words)
Ellis scrambled inside, banging her head on the top of the hatch as it snapped closed after her. Where were the others? She couldn’t see them through the smoke, couldn’t see anything…
Dropping to her knees, she began to crawl towards the door to the control room. That's where the others were, right? She had heard Rika, or Emerson, or someone, saying something like that…
But what if she got it wrong? What if she couldn’t save them? What if the monster came back - inside her, this time? She had nearly died to save her sister - she wasn’t going to throw it all away.
I need to find them.
She was at the door now. She banged her fist against it, hoping against hope someone would hear her, Where were they? Just as she thought the others had already left, that she had failed, failed Trix, failed Avery, failed everyone…
The door fell open and she fell inside.
“We need to get out,” She coughed, breathless. “Its- its on fire.”
“We knew that,” Fox said, but his joke fell flat. “Where’s Emerson? I thought they were with you.”
“I thought they were with you?”
Silence. The truth dawned on them like a wave of despair. Something had happened to Emerson. Their leader.
What could they ever do without them?
“Nevermind,” Rika said. “The ships on fire. We have to leave.”
Ellis stepped back, Finley swung his fist against the window, and the glass shattered into sparkles, into embers. They dived out into the darkness, where Trix and Avery were waiting for them.
262/310, sprinting for another 10 minutes. (I didn’t go as fast as normal for this one, so tired of sprinting by now xDD) (219 words)
“Are you all okay?” Avery asked. She looked battered and bruised, and her voice was raspy and hoarse - but she was alive, and that was what mattered.
“We’re okay,” Finley said, gesturing to the ragtag collection behind him - Fox, Rika and-
Ellis ran towards Trix and Avery, grabbing them both in a huge hug. Avery laughed for a moment, her singed face alight with a grin. But her face fell when she saw her sister wasn’t laughing too - Ellis was crying.
“What's wrong?” Avery asked, but Trix already knew.
“Emerson.”
Avery’s face turned gray with horror. “Where are they?”
“We- we don’t know.”
Trix knew. She had seen everything she needed to. But she didn’t have the heart to tell the others.
“Let’s just go. Someone here wants us dead, we need to get out as soon as we can.”
“I’m not going until we find Emerson!” Ellis looked up, defiance in her eyes. “I’m not!”
“Ellis…” Trix looked down at the expanse of blackness below them. “Emerson’s dead.”
Silence, yet again. Every one of them trying to deny what Trix had said - yet they couldn’t. It was true.
“Did it- did it happen in the fire?”
Trix stayed silent, which they took as a yes.
“We need to go.” She said. “Emerson would want us to be safe.”
Write 100 words to end your story. (194 words)
Jim Flabsdz watched from his tower of planets, and his throne of spaghetti.
How dare those children defeat the might of my best sparklesasssin. That's so rude of them!! I would teach them a lesson - except the last lesson I tried to teach them is currently up in flames and no longer sparkling any more.
Maybe I should go after them myself.
He dismissed the notion as soon as it entered his mind. I am far too lazy for that.
My sparklessassion was their warning - they better hurry right out of my territory now, and if they ever come back, I WILL CRUSH THEM!
Somehow.
Jim Flabsdz didn’t know how, exactly, but he knew he would. So he sat there with his cup of tea and laughed the evillest laugh of all evil villain laughs, as those pesky children flew away with their fancy spacesuits and the remnants of their little metal bird - as much as they could salvage from it. They could only really salvage one little table - but they looked very determined to tug it along with them to wherever they were going.
Because that's what they do. They never stop fighting.
3589 words in total
code: Your Journey: dystopian, option #1, folklore, option #3, nonfi, option #3, script, option #1, fantasy, option #3, thriller, option #1, fanfi, option #1, horror, option #1, adventure, option #1, bifi, option #2, realfi, option #1, scifi, option #1, mystery, option #1, poetry, option #3, hifi, option #2
certificate: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/767856725/
note + tw: this is a continuation of the story I wrote for suswc last session, except thier among-us ship broke and now they have to navigate thier way through the Galaxswc and avoid our good ol' friend Jim Flabsdz ;)) I get suuuper rambly with word crawls, and most of this was written in cabin wars, so it's pretty bad, not proud of this xD also a trigger war for death/murder + descriptions of blood (not graphic)
Write 100 words to begin your adventure. (137 words)
It was past midnight when the sirens started. And when they started, they didn’t stop.
They screamed, and screamed, and screamed, an eternal cry for help that didn’t come. The spaceship screeched to a halt, shuddered for a moment, and stopped. Hovering in space. The oxygen slowly running out, the inhabitants of the ship with no escape. The end seemed inevitable.
But perhaps all wasn’t lost after all. A machine suddenly burst out of the ruined ship - a strange creature, all steel feathers and brass wings, but it flew. Wobbling through space with its surprisingly fast little crooked body. Its young pilots were celebrating their escape from certain death; they made no move to hide their trail, or their makeshift vehicle. They had no idea they had drifted right into the territory of the infamous Jim Flabsdz.
For the next 150 words in your story, a supernatural/celestial being interrupts the protagonist. (307 words)
The lights are dimmed inside the Plucky Explorer. They have to save power - but Avery still doesn’t like the spooky atmosphere. It feels less like they escaped and more like they were flying right into a trap.
Not even Emerson shared Avery’s concern - they were too preoccupied with driving the fat little ship, and somehow not crashing it into the asteroids that littered the landscape. It's going to be fine, Avery kept trying to tell herself, watching Ellis playing underneath the single table they stole from the larger ships cafeteria before disconnecting. She couldn’t bring herself to join in. Usually she would, but-
something just didn’t feel right.
A chill began to creep down Avery’s spine. She slowly blew her hair out of her face, and her breath clouded in the sudden cold. What's going on?
She tried to move towards Ellis, to protect her, but her steps were slow and sluggish. The room swooped and swung around her, and it felt as if she was disconnected from her body as she fell, fell to the ground…
and everything turned to white.
It was an expanse of nothing; but the nothing was something. And the something could speak.
“Are you lost, little girl?”
The words echoed through Avery’s head. She tried to respond, but her throat had closed up and she couldn’t breathe-
She stumbled and the white flickered to black.
“Answer me,” The voice hissed as Avery clutched at her throat.
“What do you want?” She whispered with the last of her breath.
And she collapsed, plunging through the white nothing, tumbling all the way to-
Avery woke up to Ellis shaking her.
“Ave? Ave, are you okay? Avery!”
The world spun.
“Avery, talk to me!”
Avery looked up, saw Ellis, Trix and Rika’s faces above her, and managed to whisper three words.
“We’re not alone.”
Choose a taylor swift song and sprint for its duration. (126 words)
and please ignore the change from third person to first, I stopped working on this for a while and forgot I was doing third person xD
“What do you mean?” Rika leaned forward, concerned. “We have to tell Emerson this- Trix, do you want to?”
She nodded, wordlessly. We’ve all accepted Emerson as our leader by now - they’re far from the oldest, but they’re one of the smartest here. And Trix clearly doesn’t want to lead again, not after what happened with Solana. She doesn’t talk much anymore at all, now that I think of it. I think something changed in her a few months ago - I think it happened to all of us, really.
I was ready to kill someone, I remembered with a jolt. I nearly killed Solana. Is this creature karma itself, come to hunt me down for my sins?
“Ellis-” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”
What have I done?
Roll a dice and sprint for that many minutes. (122 words)
When I wake up, my head is pounding and I feel like I’ve been drowned in ice water. Maybe I have - when my vision clears, I can see Finley standing over me, looking guilty, an empty bucket in his hand. And I am soaking wet.
I sit up, spitting out water. “What happened? What-”
And then it all comes back to me in a flood - and I remember.
We’re all in danger because of me.
“Emerson?” I manage to croak out.
Finn shakes his head. “Driving the ship. What happened, Avery? Are you okay?”
“I- I don’t know.”
I do know. And I am not okay. But it’s for the best that they don’t know that.
Because I’m leaving the ship tonight.
For the next 150 words, do not mention any of your characters at all. (162 words)
From the outside, the ship was a dark little lump, somewhat shaped like a bird, but not noticeably so. It could be mistaken for a very small asteroid if you didn’t look too closely - except for the speed and precision which it was flying with. It ducked and dived through the rubble and planets, perhaps not sure what direction it was going in, but stubbornly still chugging along, looking for a way out, most likely. Poor thing wasn’t going to find one. Once the maze of the Galaxswc had swallowed it whole, it wasn’t ever escaping, no matter how strong its tiny little wings were.
There was already something following it. A sparkling silvery trail, which only meant one thing-
I won’t say what, of course. I can’t spoil; it's too tragic, what’ll happen to that poor metal bird. I can barely picture it - but of course, I do, and it fills me with a kind of hysterical glee. This’ll be fun.
Write 250 free words. (302 words)
It’s dark. The windows are too clouded - or maybe we’re just too far away from anything. But no matter how hard I look, I can’t see the stars.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t deserve to see something as beautiful as stars again - I nearly killed someone. I would have. And now my mistakes have summoned some kind of monster. And the monster wants revenge.
All I ever wanted to do was to protect Ellis.
So that's what I’m doing now. By leaving.
It breaks my heart, don’t get me wrong, but I have to do this.
I tug on the straps of my stained white spacesuit, and with a gloved hand, I smash the window.
It takes a few hits, a few cracks, until it finally gives in. Shards of glass shatter into thousands of stars, and I fall-
and I fly.
I don’t look back. I’m only focused on getting as far away as I can, leaving everyone behind, hoping my monster leaves them behind too. It's me you want, I think as I run through the starless sky. Not them, not Ellis.
And that's when my monster spoke.
“Running away, are you, Avery?”
The voice was so sweet, a beautiful lilting melody. I hated it.
“You can’t save her, you know. No matter how hard you try.”
“Don’t talk to me.”
“You’ll welcome me eventually.”
“I won’t.”
“Hm.”
I’m drifting now, almost immobile. And I don’t think it's because of the gravity.
I guess this is the end.
Tears run down my cheeks; I can’t help it. I always was weak.
I hope the monster ends me quickly.
I turn around, and can just see our little bird-ship in the distance.
Goodbye Ellis.
A tingling fills my veins, and in a perfect arc, I fall through a starless night.
Goodbye…
In the next 150 words, your character begins to sink. (185 words)
I descend through the sky, and when I open my eyes, I am not myself.
My eyes are entirely white, and the world is covered in stars. Sparkling and flickering, I’m sinking in a sea of light.
I try to hold on to something, anything, but it's so cold, and I
just
let
go.
I hope Ellis remembers me when I’m gone.
But I won’t truly be gone, will I?
I sink more, and then I’m caught by something- a trail of silver sparkles. So pretty. I blink,
and then I disappear.
-
This new vessel is rather interesting, isn’t it? So determined, isn’t she? Tells herself she does everything for her sister, poor little kid. You can’t blame her; she’s barely a baby in the eyes of an immortal like myself. She really is so good at lying, though. Not even a human can be as loyal as she claims to be. I, too, was always good at deception when I was a child. I still am; but sometimes my vessels complicate things. She’ll make everything so much easier. What was her name again?
Avery.
Write a 150 word flashback. (172 words)
I was floating now, instead of sinking. Floating in darkness, in chains.
A memory crashes over me. It’s a wave, a flood - it’s the end.
“I give myself up,” The hiss of a voice I know so well. “Kill me now, then. End this.”
She seems almost satisfied with herself.
“Keep her alive,” Fox’s voice is low, resigned. “We have more mercy than she does.”
But she doesn’t deserve to stay alive, to stay with us. All I can think of is - she put Ellis in danger. She put Ellis in danger, and she deserves all that she gets.
“Oh, please.” Solana purrs. “You know I deserve death. You’re just too scared to finally set me free. Aren’t you?”
“Oh, I’m too scared, am I?” I lunge forward, grab the rose-coloured girl by the neck and hurl her against the wall. “Too scared?”
And she laughs. She laughs in my face, and I collapse to the ground as Trix pulls me backwards, away from her. Away from everyone.
What have I done?
In your next 150 words, describe someone putting on a literal or metaphorical mask. (169 words)
I twirl a strand of my vessel's pretty blonde hair around my finger, and smile underneath my human mask. The mortals will never see what’s coming for them. They will never see me until I have them in my grasp, and deliver them straight to Jim Flabsdz, where his evil gay birds will devour their souls and scatter their flesh across the Galaxswc like delicious spaghetti with tomato sauce. I will clip their metal birds little wings and reel them in, set the trap. They won’t even see the rope until I tighten the noose.
Sometimes I wonder if others, in my place, might regret all that I’ve done. But then I remind myself that everything I’ve done has been for the greater good of the Galaxswc, and to save my home. I’m just like that little girl trying so hard to protect her sister.
What a shame that she’s already failed.
I shake the hair from my vessel’s shoulders, smirk through my mask, and drift towards my prey.
In the next 100 words, your character’s surroundings start working against them. (270 words)
The dim light of a few stars has finally begun to penetrate the blackness of space when the Plucky Explorer stutters to a halt. It would almost be like dawn; except the light is harsh and white instead of warm and golden.
“What happened?” Fox leans over the control panel of the bird-ship, trying to make sense of the buttons and levers layed out in front of Emerson.
“I- I don’t know.” The young mastermind sounded genuinely confused.
“Did you press anything?” Rika accused.
“What, me? No!” Fox said indignantly. “Ask Emerson. I wasn’t touching a thing.”
Emerson didn’t respond, looking deep in thought.
Fox prodded their shoulder.
“Stop it, Fox. I’m trying to think…” Emerson leaned forward slightly, scanning the expanse of black nothing outside the window.
“Scheming face,” Fox whispered.
“Definitely.” Rika hissed back.
“Guys? I’m thinking.”
“Right, got it.” Fox took a step backwards, then yelled at the top of his lungs - “EVERYONE SHUT UP THEY’RE TRYING TO THINK!”
Emerson groaned.
“You can’t tell me that wasn’t funny,” Fox said, smugly.
Rika pushed him out the door.
It wasn’t even a minute before he started to knock again.
“I won’t let him in,” Rika reassured Emerson, but the knocking continued, getting louder and louder.
“Rika? Emerson? I think we have a problem!”
Fox’s voice was muffled by the solid airtight door separating the chambers; but Rika could still hear the desperation in his words. This is serious.
She opened the door.
Fox fell inside, panting and gasping for breath.
“There are stars outside.”
“Stars?”
“More like sparkles, really.”
“Sparkles?”
“Sparkles. And they’re trying to kill us all.”
Roll a dice, multiply by 100, and write for at least that many words. (exactly 100 words! I rolled a 1 xD)
Emerson was on their feet as soon as the words left Fox’s mouth.
“Rika, get everyone in here - it’s the most secure room - but don’t bother putting yourself or anyone in danger to close the doors. We’re already compromised.”
They pushed their way past the others, scrambling to the windows, to see exactly what Fox had promised -
the sky was alight with sparks, and they were fire. They were wrath, burning through the glass windows, latching themselves onto the ship -
They ran to the main hatch, pushed their black hood over their face, and, taking a deep breath, crawled out.
In the next 150 words, build up a happy scene, only to incorporate a dark twist. (209 words)
There was something in the distance.
Emerson squinted, leaning forward off the edge of the ship. Embers fell like snow around them, burning their skin like fire - though they could handle it. They were well used to pain.
They took a hesitant step off the Plucky Explorer. Gravity caught them, pushing them towards the figure in the distance, as they reached out, trying to see-
“Avery?”
And the white-clad figure was running towards them, and they threw their arms around her, because she was safe, Avery-
“Avery, where did you go? What were you thinking?”
“I-”
“It doesn’t matter, you’re safe, come on, it's dangerous out here.”
“I know.”
Emerson pulled away. “Avery, are you-?”
“Oh, I’m fine.” A smile. “Where’s Ellis? How is she?”
“Inside. She’s not doing too good; she thinks you left her. We had to hold her back from running out to try to find you.”
“That's good, then.”
“What?”
“It’s good she won’t be able to see this. I don’t want to put the poor thing through any more pain than I need to. She’s been through a lot, hasn’t she? And she’ll be through a lot more before I’m done with her.”
Avery pulls a knife from her sleeve, and slits Emersons throat.
In the next 150 words, your character gets deja vu or a premonition. (168 words)
Ellis, looked up, gasping, pain coursing through her.
We’ve been through all this before.
Her head spun.
It’s happening again.
She ran to the half-melted window.
All over again.
Pressing her hand to the glass, she tilted her head upward.
It’s just like everything that happened last time.
Sparks rained from the darkness outside.
It’s Solana all over again - but not.
A black shape arced through the ashes, trailing ribbons of red.
We’re in danger.
Running to the open hatch, scrambling onto the roof, the past flashing before Ellis’s eyes as she fell towards what wasn’t her sister.
“I give myself up.”
The monster that looked like Avery smiled - with teeth a little too long, a little too sharp.
“I’m too scared, am I?”
Ellis pushed the monster into the blazing trail of embers, into the flaming wreckage of the bird-ship’s left wing.
“Too scared?”
Avery’s white spacesuit ignited, blackening to ash - and as soon as the monster left her vessel’s eyes, Ellis dived.
Right into the blaze.
In the next 125 words, your character has an epiphany and notices something important they had previously overlooked. (161 words)
“Rika?”
Rika turned around.
“Trix? I’ve barely heard you speak all day, are you okay-”
“Emerson.” The words were barely a whisper.
“Emerson’s trying to fix whatever’s happening, but you know what she’s like, she’ll be safe-”
“Emerson’s gone.”
“What?”
“The sparkles. They’ve been following us all week. They’re dangerous. It’s a trap. They’ve taken Avery. And Emerson. And Ellis.” Trix’s voice is quiet, yet fast, a steady stream of information.
“Why did we ignore them?”
Ash-covered silence stretched on in the control room, the atmosphere growing so tense Trix nearly forgot to breathe.
Until she said,
“I’ll go.”
“Trix, wait-”
But she was already gone.
When Trix climbed out from the hatch, the world was on fire.
Flames were licking the top of the metal bird, curling and bending the metal until it was so misshapen it was almost unrecognizable. There were two others on the roof - Ellis, her coral suit singed and blackened, and the prone form of Avery.
Multiply your WPM by 10, and sprint for that many seconds. (324 words)
“T-Trix?”
Ellis looked up, desperation traced across her features. “Something got Avery. Some kind of-”
“Monster. I know. It’s been following us.” Trix finished Ellis’ sentence.
“We need to get out of here. Away from this galaxy. People obviously don’t want us here.”
Avery stirred, lifting her head for a moment. “It’s my fault. All my fault.”
“No, it’s not!” Ellis protested. “We all decided to escape the old ship and fly through here, we should have known-”
“But what could we have done?” Trix’s voice was quiet, serious. “We couldn’t have known. We can’t blame ourselves.”
“But it’s my fault,” Avery croaked out. “I would have hurt Solana, and now the universe is getting revenge on me.”
“We all would have hurt Solana,” Trix said, crouching down beside the half-burned girl.
“You wouldn’t have.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
There was silence for a moment.
“We all make mistakes,” Trix whispered. “All of us.”
Looking down, they could see the fire crackling across the roof, making their way to the three girls on the edge.
“Come on,” Ellis said, standing up. “We need to get out of here.”
Trix nodded, and pulled Avery to her feet. “Ellis?”
“Yes?”
“Can you go back inside and get the others out to safety?”
Ellis looked surprised. “You want me to save the others?”
“Of course.” Trix smiled. “I trust you.”
With a determined nod, Ellis crawled back down into the hatch, as smoke began to fill the metal bird. Trix took one last look at their makeshift ship, now not much more than a collection of ashes of singed metal, and then dived off the side, pulling Avery down with her.
They sank through the darkness, and there wasn’t a sparkle to be seen.
“What do we do now?” Avery whispered.
“We do what we always do,” Trix replied. “We keep going. Even if it seems like all hope is lost, we don’t stop fighting. We never stop fighting.”
Write for 5 minutes; if you didn’t write your WPM x 5 you have to sprint for 10 more minutes. (481 words)
Ellis scrambled inside, banging her head on the top of the hatch as it snapped closed after her. Where were the others? She couldn’t see them through the smoke, couldn’t see anything…
Dropping to her knees, she began to crawl towards the door to the control room. That's where the others were, right? She had heard Rika, or Emerson, or someone, saying something like that…
But what if she got it wrong? What if she couldn’t save them? What if the monster came back - inside her, this time? She had nearly died to save her sister - she wasn’t going to throw it all away.
I need to find them.
She was at the door now. She banged her fist against it, hoping against hope someone would hear her, Where were they? Just as she thought the others had already left, that she had failed, failed Trix, failed Avery, failed everyone…
The door fell open and she fell inside.
“We need to get out,” She coughed, breathless. “Its- its on fire.”
“We knew that,” Fox said, but his joke fell flat. “Where’s Emerson? I thought they were with you.”
“I thought they were with you?”
Silence. The truth dawned on them like a wave of despair. Something had happened to Emerson. Their leader.
What could they ever do without them?
“Nevermind,” Rika said. “The ships on fire. We have to leave.”
Ellis stepped back, Finley swung his fist against the window, and the glass shattered into sparkles, into embers. They dived out into the darkness, where Trix and Avery were waiting for them.
262/310, sprinting for another 10 minutes. (I didn’t go as fast as normal for this one, so tired of sprinting by now xDD) (219 words)
“Are you all okay?” Avery asked. She looked battered and bruised, and her voice was raspy and hoarse - but she was alive, and that was what mattered.
“We’re okay,” Finley said, gesturing to the ragtag collection behind him - Fox, Rika and-
Ellis ran towards Trix and Avery, grabbing them both in a huge hug. Avery laughed for a moment, her singed face alight with a grin. But her face fell when she saw her sister wasn’t laughing too - Ellis was crying.
“What's wrong?” Avery asked, but Trix already knew.
“Emerson.”
Avery’s face turned gray with horror. “Where are they?”
“We- we don’t know.”
Trix knew. She had seen everything she needed to. But she didn’t have the heart to tell the others.
“Let’s just go. Someone here wants us dead, we need to get out as soon as we can.”
“I’m not going until we find Emerson!” Ellis looked up, defiance in her eyes. “I’m not!”
“Ellis…” Trix looked down at the expanse of blackness below them. “Emerson’s dead.”
Silence, yet again. Every one of them trying to deny what Trix had said - yet they couldn’t. It was true.
“Did it- did it happen in the fire?”
Trix stayed silent, which they took as a yes.
“We need to go.” She said. “Emerson would want us to be safe.”
Write 100 words to end your story. (194 words)
Jim Flabsdz watched from his tower of planets, and his throne of spaghetti.
How dare those children defeat the might of my best sparklesasssin. That's so rude of them!! I would teach them a lesson - except the last lesson I tried to teach them is currently up in flames and no longer sparkling any more.
Maybe I should go after them myself.
He dismissed the notion as soon as it entered his mind. I am far too lazy for that.
My sparklessassion was their warning - they better hurry right out of my territory now, and if they ever come back, I WILL CRUSH THEM!
Somehow.
Jim Flabsdz didn’t know how, exactly, but he knew he would. So he sat there with his cup of tea and laughed the evillest laugh of all evil villain laughs, as those pesky children flew away with their fancy spacesuits and the remnants of their little metal bird - as much as they could salvage from it. They could only really salvage one little table - but they looked very determined to tug it along with them to wherever they were going.
Because that's what they do. They never stop fighting.
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Scratcher
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Critique with @-WildClan-
I really liked your piece! The first 2 two (haha, see what I did there?) paragraphs really set the tone of the piece! The narrator tells you about doors and the rules in a mystical, sort of enchanting way. I really like how you use Here and There and the other opposites.
Something I would change is the wording of some of the sentences. You could make the sentence more cleaner and less redundant. For example, you wrote “The door is open, and you grip the doorframe, leaning through to see what’s on the other side” where you could instead write “You lean through the open door and grip the doorframe, trying to see what's on the other side” Your use of imagery is really nice, especially things like the star and sky part!
Also, since this story is in second person (which is cool, because you don't see a lot of second person literature), things like inferences don't fit well with the story. For example, "They must have been floating for a very long time.“ is a little unnecessary, as the reader should be able to make that inference, and if you think it would be harder for the reader to inference it, you could write something about ”the boats floated with chipped, fading paint“. Another example of this is when you say ”Looking down, there is a ladder leaning against the doorframe at your feet.“ Because you are already looking down, using ”you see“ instead of ”there is" is a much better change.
That's all the feedback I have for you! I really liked the ending and how you referenced mirrors as passageways as well. You chose a pretty amazing picture. I really liked your story, it was so amazing. My favorite parts were the 2nd person feel and the scenery.
I really liked your piece! The first 2 two (haha, see what I did there?) paragraphs really set the tone of the piece! The narrator tells you about doors and the rules in a mystical, sort of enchanting way. I really like how you use Here and There and the other opposites.
Something I would change is the wording of some of the sentences. You could make the sentence more cleaner and less redundant. For example, you wrote “The door is open, and you grip the doorframe, leaning through to see what’s on the other side” where you could instead write “You lean through the open door and grip the doorframe, trying to see what's on the other side” Your use of imagery is really nice, especially things like the star and sky part!
Also, since this story is in second person (which is cool, because you don't see a lot of second person literature), things like inferences don't fit well with the story. For example, "They must have been floating for a very long time.“ is a little unnecessary, as the reader should be able to make that inference, and if you think it would be harder for the reader to inference it, you could write something about ”the boats floated with chipped, fading paint“. Another example of this is when you say ”Looking down, there is a ladder leaning against the doorframe at your feet.“ Because you are already looking down, using ”you see“ instead of ”there is" is a much better change.
That's all the feedback I have for you! I really liked the ending and how you referenced mirrors as passageways as well. You chose a pretty amazing picture. I really liked your story, it was so amazing. My favorite parts were the 2nd person feel and the scenery.
- Whirlygig
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Scratcher
500+ posts
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Absurdy Birdi Wordy Crawl!!!!!!!!
Your Journey: thriller, option #1, folklore, option #3, hifi, option #1, fanfi, option #1, dystopian, option #3, nonfi, option #3, fantasy, option #3, bifi, option #1, mystery, option #1, poetry, option #2, scifi, option #1, realfi, option #2, horror, option #1, script, option #3, adventure, option #3
Write 100 words to begin your adventure.
here is the image! (sorry I don't have cubeupload or anything but here's a link to the image anyway canva link)
you have no idea how much restraint I had to exercise to not rickroll you all with that
In the next 150 words, your character begins to sink, whether that’s through a body of water, through mud/quicksand, or through the floor.
Take a Taylor Swift song and sprint for its duration. (‘Snow On The Beach’ by Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey)
In 100 words, make your character remember a time when they had stolen something from someone and then later given it back.
Have a blast from the past and write a 150 word flashback.
For the next five minutes, your character will walk into a room/situation with newfound confidence, practically dazzling everybody nearby.
Roll a die and sprint for that many minutes. (I got 5.) I also decided to combine another Naan-Fi prompt and include someone who bakes in the story for the next 100 words.
Free write! Write 250 words of your choice.
Write something absurd into your story.
In the next 125 words, your character has an epiphany and notices something of great importance in something they had previously ignored/neglected.
Compete in a five minute word war. (note - the writing for this word war is not related to the story.) I did a war with Luna and lost. (double note - censoring some stuff that would give away personal info
In the next 150 words, your character gets a feeling they’ve been somewhere before (but they haven’t), or they have a dream that unfolds exactly as it happened in their mind.
Sprint for three minutes.
In your next 150 words, describe someone putting on a literal or metaphorical mask.
Verbalize the next scene, then write it down.
Sprint to the nearest thousand from your word count. (Assuming this means within the word crawl, so 5000 - around 300 words.)
Write 100 words to conclude your story as you fly away from your final planet.
total word count: 5144!
Your Journey: thriller, option #1, folklore, option #3, hifi, option #1, fanfi, option #1, dystopian, option #3, nonfi, option #3, fantasy, option #3, bifi, option #1, mystery, option #1, poetry, option #2, scifi, option #1, realfi, option #2, horror, option #1, script, option #3, adventure, option #3
Write 100 words to begin your adventure.
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you have no idea how much restraint I had to exercise to not rickroll you all with that
Blue loved space. The vast expanse of stars, the known and unknown planets, the risk and excitement and danger. The sheer enormity of space made some feel small and insignificant, but for Blue it felt like home. Space made Blue feel like they were a part of something bigger than themself, and that gave him comfort. So yes, Blue loved space, and it was no surprise he’d chosen to spend their life living in it. He’d been on the spaceship for maybe months, maybe years - time seemed to pass strangely above the atmosphere - and the only thing that told the passing of days was the holo-journal Blue chronicled each of their days in. Blue was living the life they wanted to lead, and Blue was content.126 words
In the next 150 words, your character begins to sink, whether that’s through a body of water, through mud/quicksand, or through the floor.
The airlock closed behind Blue. The ship’s gravity system kicked in as the airlock door closed, sending him tumbling to the floor. He pulled their helmet off and sat on the floor for a moment, face flushed from the trip into the cosmos.276 words
Day 1,312:
Today, I had to take a space walk. This was an unusual one - the ship was traveling through the icy rings of Delta-B and a chunk of rock gouged a huge scratch in one of the solar panels! This has never happened before. As soon as the alert light went on, I went out immediately.
I’ve spacewalked in many places before, both for maintenance and scientific observation, but never in an environment such as this. The light from the nearby stars glinted off the ice fragments, causing a brilliant rainbow of colors to flash across my field of view. It was breathtaking.
After I finished repairing the solar panel, the weirdest sensation came over me. It must have been something about Delta-B’s atmosphere, but it felt as if I were sinking through the rings! The atmosphere here is unusually dense; maybe that’s it… but it felt like I was in some sort of water or fluid. I took some readings of the atmosphere while I was out there. I’ve never seen something like that before, so maybe my data will help me figure out exactly what it is. But anyway, the sinking feeling was quite disconcerting. I was tethered to the ship, so I really couldn’t go anywhere, but it felt like I was sinking away! It feels good to be back in a place with working gravity.
(end recording)
Take a Taylor Swift song and sprint for its duration. (‘Snow On The Beach’ by Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey)
Blue’s ship rocketed away from Delta-B, on the way to the next location.182 words
Day 1,314:
Today I met a traveler! I didn’t know anyone else was out here, honestly. It’s good I found her, because if not for me, she’d probably be gone now. And all because of a meteor shower.
I was going past Elysium-1440 when I saw a storm brewing. Storms on Elysium-1440 are something to see - they envelop the whole planet and have the most beautiful silver-and-purple clouds. I stopped to see the storm begin, and as the lightning flickered in the atmosphere, I noticed… a person out there! She was in a space suit, but totally limp and unmoving. I had no idea how she got out there, but I figured she needed some help. I maneuvered towards her, and picked her up in the airlock. She was quite cold from being out in space; she must have been out there for a long time. Right now she’s eating dinner in the cockpit. She was very shaken from the whole thing. Her name is Everly.
(end recording)
In 100 words, make your character remember a time when they had stolen something from someone and then later given it back.
Blue stared at the empty cabinet. Someone had taken the last packet of hot cocoa mix. They bit their tongue. Why did Everly do this? Couldn’t she have just asked? It wasn’t like it was too big of a deal. Blue could just pick up more at the next refueling station. But he hadn’t slept well, and really needed the cocoa. He prepared to confront Everly about it, but then remembered a holo-journal entry he’d made months ago.345 words (205 from the memory)
Day 759:
I never thought I was going to become a thief. I never thought I was going to be in a place where I even needed to steal something to get by. But here I am, having to pay a huge fine for attempting to steal something I could have bought for less credits in the first place. It’s been a long day.
I’d stopped at the Epsilon Spaceport to refuel this morning. That went well, but fuel is expensive, and I don’t have very many credits. Afterwards I still needed to restock on food, and I was really hungry. Those noodle bowls looked so good… and nobody was out watching them. I don’t even know what came over me, but the next thing I knew I had walked off with a bowl, thinking nobody was the wiser. Of course, the security cams got me, and apparently that vendor was owned by a close friend of the spaceport manager’s, and by the time I realized it was not a good thing to steal food and that I should go try to put the bowl back, the Epsilon security was on me.
And now I have to pay several large fines.
And I’m still hungry.
(end recording)
Blue looked at Everly, who was sipping her cocoa in the cabin area of the ship. She seemed happy, or at least happier than she’d been since they picked her up. Blue remembered the time he’d stolen food. It was no big deal, he decided; Everly could have the cocoa. He’d pick up some more the next time they refueled.
Have a blast from the past and write a 150 word flashback.
Day 1,320:364 words (202 from flashback scene)
Today Everly and I took some dirt samples off an asteroid near us. She was pretty hesitant to go out into space again, so I did the spacewalk and she took the lead on analyzing the dirt we got. It’s really nice to have a lab assistant - it certainly does make things a lot easier. I-
(recording cuts off)
“What are you working on?” Everly asked, walking over to where Blue sat at the table.
“Oh, just my holo-journal,” Blue said sheepishly, “it’s pretty stupid.” They tried to tuck the recorder under the table, as if to hide it. Blue said something else, but Everly didn’t hear it.
“What are you working on?” Everly asked her brother, who was sitting at their kitchen counter. Young Everly was so small that her head barely reached to the top of the stool where her older brother sat.
“I’m making a journal,” her brother said, “do you want to see?”
He showed her the recording device he was building, popping off the back to reveal the circuitry inside.
“Can I say something into it?” Everly asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
“Sure,” her brother laughed. He screwed the back of the device back on and pressed the red button.
Everly laughed. “Testing, 1, 2, 3… can you hear me?”
Her brother pressed another button, and Everly’s words came back out at her. “Testing, 1, 2, 3… can you hear me?”
Everly giggled. This was so cool! “My voice sounds different!” She said.
“Yeah,” her brother replied, “that’s how it's supposed to work. Your voice sounds different in your brain than it does in real life.” Everly’s brother pressed the red button again and spoke into the device in a comically deep voice. Everly replied in a super high one. The two sat there, playing with the device, until it was time for dinner.
Everly blinked, and she was back in the cabin with Blue.
“No,” she said, “it’s not stupid.”
“Really?” Blue asked. They seemed surprised.
“Not at all - it’s really cool. Your adventures are worth recording.”
Blue smiled, and beckoned Everly over. “Do you have anything you’d like to add to the journal?
For the next five minutes, your character will walk into a room/situation with newfound confidence, practically dazzling everybody nearby.
“Beep! Beep! Beep!” That certainly didn’t sound good. Blue ran over to the dashboard to see what was causing the noise. “Uh-oh…” they said. They looked over at Everly. “The ship’s low on fuel,” they said, “dangerously low.”377 words (and I ended up going waaaay over five minutes to finish it up lol)
Everly quickly pulled up a map of the region. “Here!” she cried. “There’s a spaceport in the region, and it… is just close enough for us to get there.”
Blue was very relieved. All that relief disappeared when he took a closer look at the map and discovered the spaceport was none other than Epsilon Station.
Day 1,321:
Blue: Today began as probably one of the most nerve wracking experiences of my life. Not only did I have to navigate a ship that was running on fumes, the spaceport I was navigating it to is the same one where I almost got myself arrested for robbery. It’s safe to say that Epsilon was the last place I wanted to visit. But thanks to Everly, it wasn’t so bad.
When we entered the station, my face registered in the system. The security at the entrance was prepared to deny me access - I had no idea Epsilon was so serious about their security! I barely even did anything that one time! But-
(device shuffles as Everly takes over)
Everly: But he didn’t have to worry about anything, because I had the bravest five minutes of my life. (laughs) I think I used up all my bravery for the next month. As they were about to kick him out, I said, “don’t worry. Blue has turned over a new leaf and is leaving behind his life of crime.” Nobody seemed like they were going to take me seriously. So I made them take me seriously.
Blue: She gave them the most terrifying death glare I’ve ever seen, and said “They. Are. A. Paying. Customer. And. You. Will. Let. Him. Buy. Fuel.”
Everly: And they did! I think they were too surprised to do anything. I have never been that confident before, and I will never be that confident again.
(Blue takes the recording device)
Blue: But hey! Now we have a full tank of fuel, and I’m pretty sure they were so awestruck that they gave us a discount.
(end recording)
Roll a die and sprint for that many minutes. (I got 5.) I also decided to combine another Naan-Fi prompt and include someone who bakes in the story for the next 100 words.
Day 1,321 (later that day):242 words
Before we left the spaceport, we decided to walk around a bit and see what was in Epsilon - without stealing anything this time. Everly was curious about the vendor that I did steal from, but I convinced her that it was best to avoid it. Instead, we found a smaller store: a bakery. I don’t usually buy much bread, because even though it’s healthy, it’s pretty hard to transport. I usually get packets of yeast to make my own, but this bread smelled so good that I just couldn’t resist.
We went over to the vendor and looked at the doughy delights xe offered.
“How can I help you?” the baker asked.
“We’re just looking,” Everly said, still running on adrenaline from her earlier showdown with security, “but what do you recommend?”
The baker smiled, and replied, “If you’ll hold on just a minute, there’s a loaf of Blossom Bread that’s cooling down. It’s my personal favorite, and I think you’ll like it.”
As Everly and I waited, the baker talked with us.
“So what brings you two here to Epsilon?” xe asked.
“We’re space travelers,” Everly responded, “and we needed to refuel.”
“We thought we’d look around while we’re here, and smelled your delicious bread!” I added.
The baker smiled as xe put the now-cool loaf of Blossom Bread in a package for us.
“Enjoy your journey,” xe said, as we walked off.
(end recording)
Free write! Write 250 words of your choice.
As soon as Blue and Everly got back on the space ship, Blue turned on autopilot and went to bed. They’d have to make a warpspace jump eventually, but that could wait until the next morning. The events of the last week had left Blue exhausted, and now that he knew the ship had enough fuel, he couldn’t wait to get some quality sleep.354 words
Blue was back on Delta-B, repairing the solar panel. The strange sinking sensation happened again. This time, Blue didn’t worry about it too much - they knew they were tethered to the spaceship, and this had happened to him the last time he was at Delta-B. Except- Blue gave a start when he realized that their rope was gone and they were floating in space. Blue moved his arms and legs wildly, trying to propel himself back to the spaceship to no avail. He tried to cry out on his radio to Everly, who sat at the viewport of the ship, eyes wide with fear, but then…
Blue woke with a start. Another bad dream. They’d been having a lot of those lately. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to drift off again for a while, Blue got up and tiptoed carefully to the main part of the cabin, making sure not to wake Everly, who was sound asleep in her bunk. Blue drank a glass of water and got the recording device out. Since he couldn’t sleep, he might as well do something productive with his time.
Day 1,322:
I’m having trouble sleeping, and I don’t know why. I’ll always be hungry, or thirsty, or have to use the bathroom. Or worse - I’ll have a nightmare. That’s what happened tonight. I’m so tired, but I can’t catch any rest. I had this terrible dream where I felt like I was sinking into the atmosphere and my rope came untethered from the ship!
Ugh, it’s so annoying. But just talking about it makes me feel a little better. (Blue yawns) I think I need a little more water, but I’m going to try to go back to sleep now.
(end recording)
Write something absurd into your story.
Day 1,330:393 words
Hey, it’s Everly. I’m not totally sure how this thing works, so it’s totally possible that it won’t record at all. But I just had the strangest encounter, and if I don’t record myself saying it, I’ll probably think it was just a dream later.
(end recording)
Thirty minutes earlier
Everly hadn’t been in this part of the ship before. A narrow hallway led to the engine room, which was a total mess. Blue wasn’t always one for organization. There were oil stains everywhere, and in the center of the room was a humming, thrumming computer, the brain of the engine.
“Wow,” Everly said to herself, “I didn’t even know this room existed.” It was really cool, in its own way.
“Yeah,” a voice said, “most people don’t.”
Everly jumped. Who had said that? She looked around, but the only thing in the room was the brain of the ship’s engine. “Did someone just say something?” she asked, to nobody in particular.
“I did,” the voice said, “I’m the computer in the center.”
Everly looked over in surprise, and found that the computer’s lights were pulsing in rhythm to the talking.
“I didn’t know computers could talk!” Everly said, shocked.
“I didn’t know humans could listen!” The computer said, equally shocked. “Or at least, most can’t. People usually can’t hear when machines like us speak.”
Everly raised her eyebrows. She didn’t know she could communicate with computers. “Well then,” she said, “you must not get a chance to talk much.”
“Oh, no,” the computer said ruefully, “Blue doesn’t understand me at all. They’re a great guy, but not a great conversationalist. Well, not when it comes to talking with me.”
Everly smiled. “I’m sure you have lots of interesting things to say.”
“Oh, yes!” the computer said excitedly, its lights flashing with joy. “Do you like philosophy?”
“I actually don’t know that much about it, but I’m willing to learn.”
Everly and the computer talked for a while. The computer had amazing stories about places it had visited, and Everly told it about what it was like off the ship. Then, Everly’s nose twitched as she smelled some delicious food that Blue was cooking.
“Oh, dinner is almost ready,” she said, “I have to go.”
The computer seemed sad, or as sad as a machine could be.
“Come back sometime?”
In the next 125 words, your character has an epiphany and notices something of great importance in something they had previously ignored/neglected.
Day 1,332:253 words
I’ve been traveling on this ship for over three years. I love it here, but some days I wonder, what’s really the point of it all? I haven’t made any scientific breakthroughs. I haven’t discovered any new planets. I don’t think I’ve had any great self-improvements either. At the end of the day, I’m just a loser in space. It’s always seemed like your legacy is the most important thing you leave behind - so if I’m not going to leave behind anything worthwhile, is there a reason to be here?
(end recording)
Everly walked into the main area of the ship to find Blue sitting at the kitchen table, same as always, it seemed.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” she asked.
“Time is irrelevant in space,” Blue replied, despondently.
“It’s been almost twenty-two hours since you last slept. So, too late.”
Blue stared at Everly.
“Come on,” she said, “you always get depressed when you’re tired. And when you’re depressed, it makes me depressed by association.” To prove a point, Everly pressed the playback button on the recorder Blue was holding.
The two waited in silence until the journal entry finished playing.
“Pointless, huh?” Everly asked. “Well… for what it’s worth, I’m glad we’re on the journey together.” With that, Everly walked off to bed, leaving Blue on their own.
Blue mulled over Everly’s words. Maybe they’d been wrong. Maybe the purpose of life isn’t the things you accomplish, but the people you accomplish them with.
Compete in a five minute word war. (note - the writing for this word war is not related to the story.) I did a war with Luna and lost. (double note - censoring some stuff that would give away personal info
Hihihi! So now it’s time for me to ramble about nothing in particular because I need words loll. So today my mom took me and my sister and the rest of my family (my grandparents came along too yay) to an art museum!! We saw this exhibit called xxxx xxxx xxxx xxxx which is this exhibit this artist xxxx did where xxxx xxxx after xxxx xxxx xxxx xxxx they painted a photo of a xxxx xxxx. It was so cooL!!! We also saw some other exhibits like one that was xxxx xxxx xxxx and one that was a xxxx xxxx. And after that we went to an xxxx xxxx that was having a black friday sale and we got to meet xxxx and talk to them and they were SO COOL??? I wish i could be that cool ll and anyway my grandparents got my sister and me xxxx of the xxxx xxxx i got a xxxx one and my sister got a xxxx xxxx xxxx one and i also got a beaded pride pn that i love so much but i don't know where to put if because i don’t want to put it on my backpack but where else will i put it?? I don’t know lol but I'll figure out a spot. My sister got this really cool hair clip that she’s going to use.424 words
Wel aso went to xxxx for lunch but i wasn’t hungry because i ate a caramel chocolate chip pretzel cookie and part of a pepper parmesan croissant (the croissant was so good!!!) and after that i wasn’t really hungry so i just got some water (I was really thirsty) and ate everyone's chips. I was happy though. Also i finished my drawing of fenn the fork today!! That was really fun loll it wasn't my best work but i had a lot of fun and i'm still proud of it because i like it! That’s a good reminder. A reminder that it doesn’t have to be perfect, you just have to be happy with it. I need to remember that because i’m a perfectionist loll. It’s nice to remember i don’t have to be perfect.
After that my friend xxxx came over and we did a ton of stuff! I showed her my graphic novels and my art and then we ate pizza and we played some music and she told me about her show choir concerts. Then we eavesdropped on my dad and xxxx's dad while they talked about bikes and stuff. Then we drew.
In the next 150 words, your character gets a feeling they’ve been somewhere before (but they haven’t), or they have a dream that unfolds exactly as it happened in their mind.
“Tell me again why we’re at the spaceport?” Everly asked.622 words
“We need food,” Blue said, “and I’m looking for a way we can earn some money.”
Day 1,345:
Blue didn’t seem to share any of my reservations about the spaceport. I can’t possibly explain why, but from the moment we landed there, it felt like I’d been there before. There’s no way I could have been; I’d never even been in a spaceport before meeting Blue, but for some reason the place felt… strangely familiar.
(pause recording)
Blue walked up to a kiosk advertising different odd jobs. “Bounty hunting… nope. Caricatures… nope.” None of these were really their skill set. “Ship maintenance? That one’s worth looking at…”
Blue took the job, and led himself and Everly to the bay that was advertised. He didn’t seem to notice her discomfort at the situation.
(continue recording)
Blue found a job repairing ships. That was all fine with them, but I couldn’t wait to finish up with the spaceport and get out of here. I just had this feeling that I’d done this once before… that something bad was going to happen…
We entered the bay. Everything seemed fine. I started telling myself that I was just crazy.
This giant slug came up to us with a smile on his face. “Glad you’re here,” he said, “I would fix this problem myself, but I don’t have any hands.”
Blue grinned back and got to work. He’s really good at this kind of stuff. While he was doing that, I walked over to a computer someone had left out and decided to see if talking to it was a fluke.
I felt a little strange, trying to make small talk with a machine, but the computer was very chatty. We talked about the weather for a while, but then it brought up the strangest thing… The computer offhandedly mentioned something about pirates. I tried to get it to repeat what it said, but it pretended it hadn’t said anything, and changed the subject in a rather suspicious fashion.
That put me on edge. I was already feeling weird about this whole spaceport business, now I really had a bad feeling about this. I saw that Blue had finished up their repairs and was chatting with the slug, so I went to tell him.
(end recording)
Blue was talking with the slug when Everly came over.
“Blue,” she said, “we need to go.”
Blue looked at her, confused. “I’m in a conversation, what do you mean?”
“Something bad is about to happen, we need to go.”
“It’s okay, we’ll go in a second,” Blue said offhandedly, “just let me finish what I was saying.”
Everly looked at him in fear and exasperation. “You’re not listening to me! We need to go!”
Before Blue could protest, she grabbed him by the arm and started running out of the spaceport, as the slug looked on in confusion.
“Everly!” Blue hissed. “That was not okay! I was talking with someone!”
But as they said that, alarms rang out through the spaceport. “Attention,” an automated voice blared, “we are under attack. Please remain calm.”
It was only once Blue and Everly were pulling out of the spaceport could Everly relax. Blue looked out the viewport at the spaceport, which was now being barraged with laser fire from pirate ships.
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” Blue said, “but how did you know that was going to happen?”
“It sounds crazy,” Everly replied, “but I felt like I’d been there before. I hadn’t, of course, but it still felt like something bad was going to happen.”
“Well, I guess it did,” Blue laughed, “so I’m glad your ‘bad feeling’ paid off.”
Sprint for three minutes.
“What are you doing?” Everly asked Blue, who was hunched over a microscope in the lab.159 words
“Analyzing this… specimen!” Blue responded, deep in concentration. He stood up from the microscope. “I picked it up from a chunk of ice I caught on our last spacewalk, and… I’ve never seen it before.”
“Is it a new species?” Everly said, eyes raised.
“I have no idea,” Blue said. “Do you want to take a look?” They stepped away from the microscope, making room for Everly.
Everly pulled her hair back behind her shoulders and bent over the microscope. “Interesting,” she said, “I’ve never seen anything like it. Though, I’m no scientist, and I don’t look through microscopes every day.”
Day 1,349:
Today I found a specimen I’ve never seen on a spacewalk! It was frozen under a chunk of ice. I have no idea what it is, and neither does Everly. I’m going to have to research further.
(end recording)
In your next 150 words, describe someone putting on a literal or metaphorical mask.
“Hey Blue? Someone’s trying to call you.” Everly stood at the dashboard of the ship, looking uncertainly at a blinking blue light.331 words
“Hang on, I’ll get it,” Blue said, walking over. The smile disappeared from his face when they saw the ID of the person calling. Blue tapped some buttons and the call came through. “Hi, mom,” Blue said through the screen.
Everly had never seen Blue like this. They were smiling in a way that seemed forced and way too bright. Sure, Blue was generally a much calmer person, but when he was happy, he was genuinely happy. They didn’t seem happy right now.
“Drea!” said the woman on the other side of the screen. Everly glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw an older woman, presumably Blue’s mom, on a video through the screen. Everly didn’t understand - who was Drea? “How are you?” the woman asked.
“I’m doing great,” Blue forced out, “I just did a spacewalk, and found a new specimen.”
“How interesting,” Blue’s mom said in a way that suggested she really wasn’t interested at all. “When are you going to come back home, Drea? You know that being an ‘explorer’ is a waste of your time. And I miss seeing you!”
Blue looked physically sick, as if they were about to vomit. “Sure, mom,” they said, “I’ll visit sometime. I’m learning a lot out in space, though.”
His mother “hmphed.” “Well,” she said, “you can’t live like this forever. You know your older brother just got elected to the senate? You could do something like that.”
Blue nodded.
“Well, I’ve got to go,” his mother said, “I have a party tonight.”
Blue waved. As the call ended, they slumped down in a chair as if all the life had drained out of them. Everly walked over and saw that he was crying.
Day 1,350:
(Blue is sobbing, and their words are barely understandable) I wish she would get out of my life.
Verbalize the next scene, then write it down.
Day 1,350:253 words
(Footsteps as Everly walks up to Blue)
(Everly) I would ask if you’re okay, but…
(Blue sob-laughs)
(Everly) Here, turn that off. I know what might help you feel better.
(end recording)
Everly walked around the tiny kitchen, opening drawers as she looked for the cocoa. Finding it, she started heating some water. Blue watched her from the table in silence. Everly felt a need to break the silence, so she said, “what does your mom have against you, anyway?”
“I… I don’t even know,” Blue responded. “It’s like… she wants me to be successful, but doesn’t accept that the two of us have different ideas of what success looks like.”
Everly took the now-hot water off the stove and poured it from a kettle into a thermos. “Before she called, you were so happy about your discovery.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t let her take that joy away from you,” Everly continued. “Success and happiness look different to everyone. Are you happy?”
Blue thought about it for a moment. “Yes, I suppose I am. I’m happy to be doing what I love, and I’m happy I’m here with you.” Blue hadn’t realized how much they appreciated having a friend around until Everly had appeared.
Everly smiled softly. “I’m happy too. I don’t really know what happened to get me here, but I’m glad things worked out the way they did.”
She set the thermos of cocoa down in front of Blue.
How strange, Blue thought. I am feeling better. I am happy.
Sprint to the nearest thousand from your word count. (Assuming this means within the word crawl, so 5000 - around 300 words.)
Day 1,366:335 words
It feels like it’s been forever since everything changed, but it also feels like it was just yesterday. Just now, I finished listening to every entry I’ve put in here. It took a while, but I’m glad I did. Perspective, y’know? It’s crazy how different my life is. I mean, going from living on a planet to living in space for nearly… nearly four years now! Is a huge change, but not only that… I didn’t realize it then, but I was really lonely. I’ve met so many amazing people along my journey who have changed my life forever, and I’ve made one best friend. The kind of person I never thought I needed until I met her.
I’m proud of the person I am now - the person who fixes spaceships and takes spacewalks and conducts scientific experiments. The kind of person who doesn’t steal noodles from spaceports anymore, and has a best friend who can talk to computers. I don’t think I’d be who I am today if I wasn’t here, on this ship, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I’ve talked to Everly. I told her that she is welcome to go off on her own adventures, but is welcome to stay. At least for now, she’s along for the ride, and I’m glad to have her here.
What else is there? Oh, yeah. I’ve run out of space on my current recorder. I plan to copy all the data on here, and leave the copy in a spaceport somewhere. Maybe then, someone will get to hear my story. Hopefully it will make them happy. As soon as possible, I’m going to build another recording device, and Everly and I will start all over again. It took me a while to realize it, but this is my legacy: I’m creative and disorganized and kind and sometimes messy and overall flawed, and all of that is beautiful. I can’t wait to see where my journey takes me.
(end recording)
Write 100 words to conclude your story as you fly away from your final planet.
With that, Blue and Everly flew away to their next adventure. After compiling and copying the recording, they left it in a spaceport and took off. After strange spacewalks, near-death experiences, nightmares, pirates, and rude mothers, they’d been through a lot, but what mattered to them was that they’d been through it together. At the end of the day, they continued to sit down together and make a holojournal entry about their days, whether it were good, bad, funny, sad, or something else altogether. They may not have changed the universe, but they’d changed each other’s universes forever, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.108 words
The end
total word count: 5144!
Last edited by Whirlygig (Nov. 27, 2022 02:14:16)
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SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
Waving to the final stragglers, the ones who slept well past their alarms and only just stumbled in the door, Moonlit gestures for everyone to gather around a table made from dark oak, snapping her fingers to shut the curtains. As much as she'll miss the sunlight and view of the ocean, secret plans are best left unspoiled…
“It's almost the end of November, marking the first session of sky tyranny!” she begins, looking around at the Fantasians gathered. “So, to celebrate, and show our gratitude, I thought we might put together a thank you basket from the Sanctuary!,” she continues, smiling. “We can write to express our thank you's to each of the cohosts and hosts, and some presents would be lovely! Let's get started!”
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Rainy walked into the room. “Did I miss out on anything?” she asks calmly. “Did I miss breakfast?”she looked around, trying to find some evidence of breakfast. “No,”Moonlit laughed, “I was just saying that we should write thank you notes to everyone!”she looks up at the clock:“And, no you did not skip breakfast.”Rainy smiled, and pumped her fist up into the air, “YAS!”
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Riley noticed the basket and immediately smiled, knowing almost exactly what they would write. They grabbed a rather large piece of paper and a pencil and began to write.
My fellow SWCers, there are so many people to thank this session. Although it’s not quite over yet, I can confidently say this has been the best session I’ve probably ever been in. And my cabin leaders are the main reason why!
Riley began to think. She wasn’t struggling with finding things that were good about their leaders. But there were so many things to thank them for, Riley found it hard to narrow it down. But they tried their best.
You guys— you all have so much positivity and confidence! I love all of you so much! You’ve even inspired me to maybe apply for co-leader next session. I’m NOT excited for this month to end at all.
Now Riley knew it wasn’t enough of her gratefulness put in there. But they took the paper and continued on to the hosts.
All of the hosts are amazing! I don’t really know any of them personally, though—but I will give them all a big thank you because being a host can be hard and requires a lot of attention on SWC. And they can pull that off with a positive attitude and I admire that.
Riley did one last thing before putting their note in the basket: they included many cookies for everyone.
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“That sounds like an amazing idea, Moonlit!” Inky exclaims, already pulling out her battered blue notebook. Flipping past scribbled dailies, several early drafts of her writing competition entry, and a half-finished novel outline, she finally arrives at a blank page. “Dear hosts,” she begins out loud, her pencil scratching against the page. “This has been an incredible session, and we as a cabin would love to thank you for all you’ve done! From planning the logistics of camp, to setting up activities and pulling together projects (the Memory Book and the Postscript come to mind!), you have worked so hard to make SWC one of the best things on Scratch. All of this - fun writing challenges, cabin wars, mango jokes, the sheer chaos and joy of our community - wouldn’t exist without your efforts. So thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. SWC is one of the most amazing things to have happened on the internet, and you make all of it possible. With love, Fantasy.” She pauses, then sets down her pencil. “How was that? Should we send that in a gift basket with mangoes and motivation muffins, or do you think that individual thank-you notes would be better?”
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“Oh,so we have to write thank you notes”Rainy pulled out her old,red gryffindor journal and some pens.”Great idea!” she opens up her notebook onto a blank page and writes: “Dear host”she starts out loud.”I don’t really know you that well, but we have occasionally bumped into each other when I delivered the mangoes” she paused, thinking of something more to write.”but even though I don’t know you,I want to thank you all a lot for everything that you have done for Scratch Writing Camp.”she thinks for a second, then continues.”you all have put so much effort into SWC, and I am so sad for november to end.-
Sincerely,
Fantasy.”
“Here!”she put the letter onto the dark oak table. “I’m done!” she exclaims, then she turned to Inky,”I think that would be a great idea!”she looked at the table for a second. “Maybe even the best idea ever!”she exclaims. “Now where CAN we get those muffins and mangoes?”she looked questionably at the group. “Wait…”Rainy runs off to the kitchens of the Main Cabin.”I’ll be right back!”she yells on her way out.Then she slams the door.
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Smiling at all of the other Fantasians' notes, Moonlit decides to pick up a pen and a fresh scrap of paper to write one of her own
. Dear Birdi, Luna, Robin, Starr, and Sun, she begins, greeting them alphabetically, thank you so much for everything you do to make this camp what it is! Gratitude is a tricky thing - it's so often hard to put into proper words, but know that you have my undying admiration and thanks for all the later night hours spent doing the things we'll never see, all the behind the scenes work to put on a show we all know and love, for the moments of joy you help to create, and smiles you bring to so many faces, for the time you take to help so many other people, whether or not you know them well, and for always being there, willing to listen and willing to talk. Thank you for being the legends we all look up to (pun intended <3), and, well, being your legendary selves!
With love, Fantasy <3
With a satisfied smile, Moonlit gathers the notes and gifts into a basket of woven meadow grass, complete with a handful of flowers, and writes a quick note to leave on top.
Last edited by MoonlitSeas (Nov. 27, 2022 03:29:12)
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SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
27th November Daily
It's the end of semester tomorrow. It'll be a full one-week tests, so I've been setting plans to study hard and all that. My desk is really messy- I mean it usually is, but it's quite messy than before because I've been writing notes and all that. I have only one goal: To study hard and do my best on those tests. Of course, I can't really squish in scratch in my planner, so I don't get distractions. Another goal of mine (probably) is to try not to be stressed. I mean, me and my friends experienced stress a lot, but It'll be great if I only overthink these tests a bit. Wish me and my friends luck!
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It's the end of semester tomorrow. It'll be a full one-week tests, so I've been setting plans to study hard and all that. My desk is really messy- I mean it usually is, but it's quite messy than before because I've been writing notes and all that. I have only one goal: To study hard and do my best on those tests. Of course, I can't really squish in scratch in my planner, so I don't get distractions. Another goal of mine (probably) is to try not to be stressed. I mean, me and my friends experienced stress a lot, but It'll be great if I only overthink these tests a bit. Wish me and my friends luck!
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SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
Weekly 4
Save code: Your Journey: dystopian, option #1, folklore, option #2, nonfi, option #1, scifi, option #1, fantasy, option #3, bifi, option #1, thriller, option #1, realfi, option #1, fanfi, option #1, adventure, option #2, hifi, option #1, mystery, option #1, poetry, option #1, script, option #1, horror, option #2
Write 100 Words to begin your adventure, For the next 150 words in your story, a supernatural/celestial being intervenes in the middle of whatever your protagonist was doing (Dystopian), Slow writing time! Write 250 words taking as much time as you like (Folklore), Bakers are soo cool! Include someone who bakes in your story (Non-Fiction), Gasp! Your character gets deja vu or a premonition (Sci-Fi), Free writing! Go write 200 more words (Fantasy), Make something - anything - absurd happen in the plot (Bizarro Fiction), Your character starts sinking (Thriller), Build up a happy scene and then - plot twist! (Realistic Fiction), Timeline change! Write a quick flashback (Fan-fi), 5 Minutes sprint (Adventure), Your character remembers a time they had stolen something - and then given it back (Hi-Fi), Epiphany time! Your character realizes something important (Mystery), Place a character in isolation - how do they respond to it? (Poetry), Try writing the next scene without mentioning any characters at all (Script), Write for 5 minutes at your own pace (Horror), write 100 words to conclude your adventure
Something is tickling my foot. I opened my eyes slowly, and found myself in the middle of a wood. It's really strange, I can see white grass and black trees. I heard waterdrops falling onto the ground. I tried to stand up and brush the dust out of my pants. I looked around and started walking. The songbirds sang, and suddenly I saw a group of deer running past me. There was a cold breeze, and my hair covered my face. I shuddered, and feel the crispy leaves beneath my feet. I blinked, confused. “What is this place…?”, I whispered. (100 words)
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I walked, and walked. I saw a bush of berries, and started towards it. I ate it, without even thinking it. “Is it delicious?”, whispered a sweet voice. I squealed and saw a creature with big four wings. I started feeling dizzy all of the sudden, and the creature said “I'm Cherry. Now, have a good sleep!”. *GASP* I woke up on a bunch of moss. I saw Cherry cutting some berries, and I ran as fast as I can, feeling sure that Cherry is NOT a nice… well creature. “Where are you going? Aren't you going to play with me?”, Cherry shouted. “N-no! I'm… I'm in a hurry, it's important!”, I shouted back, not sure about what was I saying. “Awww, that's too bad… But I'm so lonely…” Cherry's sweet voice sounded so sad, making me feel empty. I shook my head and continue running away, ignoring Cherry's voice. (150 words)
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I kept on running, until I crashed on someone. “I'm sorry! I-I didn't see….” My voice trailed off. “It's okay! You're be Emily, right? I'm Evan, Chief sent me to get you.” I looked up. A boy around my age with black hair wearing a brown t-shirt said, “you should go with me to camp”, the boy named Evan spoke. I followed him.
We walked and the forest is getting more orange. “Welcome to our camp!”, Evan shouted. “Wait here”, he said and a minute later he came back from one of the tents with a tall man wearing a black shirt and ripped jeans. “I'm The Chief. You've been teleported here because you have the power to change into a wolf. Most of us here can, while some can't”, He explained before I could say anything. “O-okay…”, I said, a bit confused and still trying to take in about what he said. “You'll get used to it”, He said shortly before he went inside a tent, answering a mission. Evan said, “I can give you a tour. Come on.” I met Alaska, Jeremy and Colin. And also, a wolf named Alpha. I think they're all pretty cool… I guess. (200 words)
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Evan walked up to a girl with blonde hair. Behind her was a medium-sized tent. “Emily, meet Marry. Marry, this is Emily”, Evan introduced us. “Marry here is an amazing baker. She makes breads for us, and we would've starved if she isn't here. She also teaches some of the kids how to make bread”, Evan explained. “Nice to meet you, Emily. Want some bread?” She asked, lending me a fresh baked bread. “Nice to meet you to, and thank you!”, I replied, eating the bread. “It's delicious! You're an amazing baker, marry”, I praised her. “Thank you!”, she replied. (100 words)
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They went on walking and meeting some other peoples. “Lastly, meet Wood. He's the second in command, and he's pretty powerful in both forms, human and wolf”, Evan spoke. A tall boy that looks like around 17 or 18 with dark brown hair walked up to me. “Hey Emily. I'm Wood.” I feel like I've seen him somewhere… I think there was one time that he helped me with something, but it's odd I just met him… “Hi… Do I… Have we ever met?”, I asked, hesitating. “I don't think so. This is certainly the first time I've met you”, wood replied, confused. “Okay…”, I mumbled. “I need to go, it was nice meeting you”, Wood shouted and he ran to one of the tents. “Hey Emily! Are you okay? I'll show you where you can sleep.” Evan's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, sure!”, I replied quickly. (150 words)
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“This tent right here is for you to sleep. This is also the place where me, Alaska, Jeremy, Colin, Marry and some other persons are going to sleep in here. You can set an alarm if you want, but you'll probably wake up because of some of the early birds here or my alarm”, Evan explained. I walked in, and he pointed at an empty bed. “That's your bed.” “Alright…”, I replied a bit hesitating. This is my life now. I mean, no one ever cared about me. The school… everyone bullied me. And I'm alone. Maybe… It's good to have friends. That night I think about it. All night, past midnight until morning.
“Wake up!” I opened my eyes and saw Alaska, a tall girl with bright skin and blue gray-ish hair. “C'mon, it’ll be training time soon. You should eat”, she said quickly. “We eat at the middle of the camp. Marry just made some fresh baked breads, and Evan and Jeremy went out to find some berries. Wood came back with fishes.” When eating I heard someone saying, “I'm worried… Chief hasn't come back for quite some time, and he's pretty fast to finish his missions.” Alaska heard that to. “You know, that IS weird. It was a pretty simple mission”, she pointed out. I wasn't really focusing. I was still thinking about magic… That I can change into a wolf… “Emily? You, okay?” Alaska asked. “Hm? W-what? Y-yeah, just… thinking…” I answered, a bit surprised. *Sighs* (250 words)
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After eating breakfast, we all went to the training pit. Everyone turned into wolves, except me. I just stand there, confused. “Um… what am I supposed to do…?”, I asked. Just when I asked suddenly Alpha grew wings. I jumped back, surprised. Alaska turned back into a human, while Evan, in wolf form, laughs. “Yeah, he can do that. He's a magical wolf, so he can fly”, Alaska explained. “Wood isn't here to help us train, so you need to figure this out by yourself.” I just looked at her. “You'll need to focus. Feel like you want to run, like fangs are growing in your mouth, and you're going to have a tail.” (114 words)
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I listened to Alaska, trying to remember everything she told me. I tried to do it, but it doesn't feel right. I feel like I'm needing air and I'm breathing in water. I started panicking. “Calm down Emily! Don't worry, everyone experienced this the first time they tried to do it. Just calm down and focus on those things I said”, Alaska said. I tried to focus… I closed my eyes… When will these feelings go away… I can't breathe… I tried gasping and gasping. I tried to focus on my mouth, remembering fangs… I feel like something is changing… I still can't breathe… I opened my eyes and saw my vision clearer than ever. I looked down and saw I have paws. “You did it!”, Alaska exclaimed happily. Just as she said so, a wolf ran into the training pit, looking panicked and scared. The wolf crashed into me. (150 words)
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The wolf changes into a teenager around 16 years old, and fainted. Everyone crowded him and started carrying him to be treated. After that, everything went normal. Our healer said that he's going to be okay. “That was a really good training!”, Jeremy said. “Yeah, it was… How does it feel to change into a wolf, Emily?”, Evan asked me while he prepared some sandwiches. “It was weird… But also great, I guess”, I answered. “I remember the first time I tried that… Do you, Evan?”, Colin asked. “Yeah… It was pretty funny”, Evan answered while laughing. We all had a little laugh until… The teenager that fainted woke up and ran into the middle of the camp. Everyone and every-wolf started gathering around him. “The Chief is… D… D… He… He's- He's d-dea…”, He's voice trailed off. “He's gone”. Total silence. Nobody believes what he said… It can't be. (150 words)
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Evan is gone, no one knew where he went. Jeremy said that he was on a patrol to make sure the camp's safe. Wood is leader now… or chief… well, he prefers to be called as “just Wood”. So, all they told me is that Chief lost in a battle. He got injured pretty badly and no one can save him. Wood is stressed out, and because Marry is his little sister so she's not baking any bread to help him out and calm him down. I don't know the Chief quite well, but I felt grief for him. Alaska stayed silent for a long time, Jeremy was pretty nervous and Colin? Colin's just Colin he doesn't know what to do. Another thing, our healer got a dream. His name is Michael, and he said that in the dream there are some evil shadow wolves attacking the camp. Not good. (150 words)
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Can you calm him down?”, Marry asked to me. “Yeah… sure!”, I was a bit surprised, but how can I say no? I know that Wood is dealing with a lot right now, so I walked up to his tent and saw him in his wolf form, bundled up. “Hey Wood….” Me and Wood chatted a little bit, and Wood offered me to help me with my powers and training. He also said that I could be a really got uhm… what did he called it… anyways the point is a really good “stress talker” and stuff like that. We went out and call for the other peoples and wolves to grief for Chief. It was a beautiful but sad night; the moon was shining brightly. The breeze was cold… But I know my friend would be by my side to warm me up. Evan came back and reported that everything is safe. (153 words)
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Days have passed since Chief passed away, and there has been no attack. I was searching for something in my back when I found a black diamond. “Oh yeah, this is Axel's! Oh no, he's going to be so mad if he knew that I stole this- what was I thinking?!”, I mumbled to myself. Axel was younger than me, with black hair, nearly brown skin and blood red eyes. I ran across the camp and stumble across him. “Uh hey! Axel. Here, this is yours… I stole it, I'm so sorry…” He just grabbed it, looking angry and leave. (100 words)
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There has been rumors that a black crystal, stone or diamond will be the power source of the attack the next few days. Alex has been ignoring me, but I don't care. Wait… black DIAMOND?! Didn't I stole a black diamond from Alex. I jumped from my bed and started going around the camp. Alex slept in the same tent as mine, of course, but I saw him went into one of the huge tents yesterday. I came in, and I realized that it's a storage tent. I saw some notes. It says, “Black Diamond, Confirmed.” I gasped and started dashing back to the sleeping tent. Does this mean that Alex is a traitor? That HE has been plotting again us? I think about it. (125 words)
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“Looks like you've discovered my little secret. Stay put.” I could hear Alex's cold voice. I was running to the entrance to the tent, only to find out it was blocked with a blocking spell. As I tried to get out, the main cabin exploded with evil shadow wolves. I could see Alex, holding the black diamond, looking really happy. Anger rose in me. I kept on hitting the spell, and tried to do everything I could with those that I've learn, but the spell won't budge. I could see my friends fighting, and I feel so angry and worried for them. I tried to look for another way. The smallest gaps, holes… all of them has been closed with the blocking spell. No one, nor no wolf has realized about Alex. He turned into a blood-red wolf, holding the black diamond in his snout. He growls, and started running. (150 words)
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The sky turned blood red. The grass feels more “spiky-ish” and it'll hurt your feet even if you wear shoes. The air… well the air is still the same, but it became colder a second later. “STRIKEE!!!” “Are you okay?!” “Where are you?!!” Someone or something accidently hits one of the tents and it falls down. *GROWLSSS* “AHHHHH” *SLASHS" Everything was blurry, there was screaming and growling, war screams everywhere. Some flowers grew taller and started to grow spikes on their stems. Groans and whimpering could be heard from every part of the camp. There was a cold breeze, a VERY cold one, for a second feels like it can freeze everything. It became darker and darker… The shadows also grew. It seems like there is no hope left. Suddenly the rocks became sharper, and changes color to black. The same thing was happening to the trees, bushes and leaves. (150 words)
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Suddenly Wood came out of nowhere, in wolf form, striking Alex. The diamond fell off his snout, and Wood crushes it into pieces. The shadow wolfs fade slowly. I could see the blocking magic fade away, and immediately ran to my friends. Evan was fine, Jeremy’s a bit wounded, Colin looks a bit traumatized but he’s okay, but Alaska… she was badly wounded. We carried her to be taken care off. “What happened? We didn’t see you in the battle”, Evan asked, catching his breath. “Alex knew that I knew that he’ will be the one who starts the attack. So, he locked me in the sleeping tent with magic.” I frowned. After that, we took care of those who is wounded, and ate. Wood gave us a little speech, which I tough was really great. “And our new second-in command is… EVAN!” He shouted, and everyone cheers. Evan blushes and walks up to Wood, thanking him. (157 words)
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Years have passed. I have full control of my powers. I have my friends by my side. “Hey Emily! Congrats on the promotion!”, shouted Hazel, a new apprentice. I've been chosen to be the “wise-speaker” of the camp. And also, the leader of group 23. Alpha is now my wolf, and I have another winged wolf named Storm. “Thank you Hazel!” I thanked her as I walked by. There hasn't been any problem. Alaska's like a sister to me, Jeremy is pretty strong and Colin… He is who he is. We all lived with dangers unknown- but at least, together. (100 words)
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Total: 2,450 Words
Save code: Your Journey: dystopian, option #1, folklore, option #2, nonfi, option #1, scifi, option #1, fantasy, option #3, bifi, option #1, thriller, option #1, realfi, option #1, fanfi, option #1, adventure, option #2, hifi, option #1, mystery, option #1, poetry, option #1, script, option #1, horror, option #2
Write 100 Words to begin your adventure, For the next 150 words in your story, a supernatural/celestial being intervenes in the middle of whatever your protagonist was doing (Dystopian), Slow writing time! Write 250 words taking as much time as you like (Folklore), Bakers are soo cool! Include someone who bakes in your story (Non-Fiction), Gasp! Your character gets deja vu or a premonition (Sci-Fi), Free writing! Go write 200 more words (Fantasy), Make something - anything - absurd happen in the plot (Bizarro Fiction), Your character starts sinking (Thriller), Build up a happy scene and then - plot twist! (Realistic Fiction), Timeline change! Write a quick flashback (Fan-fi), 5 Minutes sprint (Adventure), Your character remembers a time they had stolen something - and then given it back (Hi-Fi), Epiphany time! Your character realizes something important (Mystery), Place a character in isolation - how do they respond to it? (Poetry), Try writing the next scene without mentioning any characters at all (Script), Write for 5 minutes at your own pace (Horror), write 100 words to conclude your adventure
Something is tickling my foot. I opened my eyes slowly, and found myself in the middle of a wood. It's really strange, I can see white grass and black trees. I heard waterdrops falling onto the ground. I tried to stand up and brush the dust out of my pants. I looked around and started walking. The songbirds sang, and suddenly I saw a group of deer running past me. There was a cold breeze, and my hair covered my face. I shuddered, and feel the crispy leaves beneath my feet. I blinked, confused. “What is this place…?”, I whispered. (100 words)
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I walked, and walked. I saw a bush of berries, and started towards it. I ate it, without even thinking it. “Is it delicious?”, whispered a sweet voice. I squealed and saw a creature with big four wings. I started feeling dizzy all of the sudden, and the creature said “I'm Cherry. Now, have a good sleep!”. *GASP* I woke up on a bunch of moss. I saw Cherry cutting some berries, and I ran as fast as I can, feeling sure that Cherry is NOT a nice… well creature. “Where are you going? Aren't you going to play with me?”, Cherry shouted. “N-no! I'm… I'm in a hurry, it's important!”, I shouted back, not sure about what was I saying. “Awww, that's too bad… But I'm so lonely…” Cherry's sweet voice sounded so sad, making me feel empty. I shook my head and continue running away, ignoring Cherry's voice. (150 words)
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I kept on running, until I crashed on someone. “I'm sorry! I-I didn't see….” My voice trailed off. “It's okay! You're be Emily, right? I'm Evan, Chief sent me to get you.” I looked up. A boy around my age with black hair wearing a brown t-shirt said, “you should go with me to camp”, the boy named Evan spoke. I followed him.
We walked and the forest is getting more orange. “Welcome to our camp!”, Evan shouted. “Wait here”, he said and a minute later he came back from one of the tents with a tall man wearing a black shirt and ripped jeans. “I'm The Chief. You've been teleported here because you have the power to change into a wolf. Most of us here can, while some can't”, He explained before I could say anything. “O-okay…”, I said, a bit confused and still trying to take in about what he said. “You'll get used to it”, He said shortly before he went inside a tent, answering a mission. Evan said, “I can give you a tour. Come on.” I met Alaska, Jeremy and Colin. And also, a wolf named Alpha. I think they're all pretty cool… I guess. (200 words)
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Evan walked up to a girl with blonde hair. Behind her was a medium-sized tent. “Emily, meet Marry. Marry, this is Emily”, Evan introduced us. “Marry here is an amazing baker. She makes breads for us, and we would've starved if she isn't here. She also teaches some of the kids how to make bread”, Evan explained. “Nice to meet you, Emily. Want some bread?” She asked, lending me a fresh baked bread. “Nice to meet you to, and thank you!”, I replied, eating the bread. “It's delicious! You're an amazing baker, marry”, I praised her. “Thank you!”, she replied. (100 words)
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They went on walking and meeting some other peoples. “Lastly, meet Wood. He's the second in command, and he's pretty powerful in both forms, human and wolf”, Evan spoke. A tall boy that looks like around 17 or 18 with dark brown hair walked up to me. “Hey Emily. I'm Wood.” I feel like I've seen him somewhere… I think there was one time that he helped me with something, but it's odd I just met him… “Hi… Do I… Have we ever met?”, I asked, hesitating. “I don't think so. This is certainly the first time I've met you”, wood replied, confused. “Okay…”, I mumbled. “I need to go, it was nice meeting you”, Wood shouted and he ran to one of the tents. “Hey Emily! Are you okay? I'll show you where you can sleep.” Evan's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, sure!”, I replied quickly. (150 words)
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“This tent right here is for you to sleep. This is also the place where me, Alaska, Jeremy, Colin, Marry and some other persons are going to sleep in here. You can set an alarm if you want, but you'll probably wake up because of some of the early birds here or my alarm”, Evan explained. I walked in, and he pointed at an empty bed. “That's your bed.” “Alright…”, I replied a bit hesitating. This is my life now. I mean, no one ever cared about me. The school… everyone bullied me. And I'm alone. Maybe… It's good to have friends. That night I think about it. All night, past midnight until morning.
“Wake up!” I opened my eyes and saw Alaska, a tall girl with bright skin and blue gray-ish hair. “C'mon, it’ll be training time soon. You should eat”, she said quickly. “We eat at the middle of the camp. Marry just made some fresh baked breads, and Evan and Jeremy went out to find some berries. Wood came back with fishes.” When eating I heard someone saying, “I'm worried… Chief hasn't come back for quite some time, and he's pretty fast to finish his missions.” Alaska heard that to. “You know, that IS weird. It was a pretty simple mission”, she pointed out. I wasn't really focusing. I was still thinking about magic… That I can change into a wolf… “Emily? You, okay?” Alaska asked. “Hm? W-what? Y-yeah, just… thinking…” I answered, a bit surprised. *Sighs* (250 words)
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After eating breakfast, we all went to the training pit. Everyone turned into wolves, except me. I just stand there, confused. “Um… what am I supposed to do…?”, I asked. Just when I asked suddenly Alpha grew wings. I jumped back, surprised. Alaska turned back into a human, while Evan, in wolf form, laughs. “Yeah, he can do that. He's a magical wolf, so he can fly”, Alaska explained. “Wood isn't here to help us train, so you need to figure this out by yourself.” I just looked at her. “You'll need to focus. Feel like you want to run, like fangs are growing in your mouth, and you're going to have a tail.” (114 words)
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I listened to Alaska, trying to remember everything she told me. I tried to do it, but it doesn't feel right. I feel like I'm needing air and I'm breathing in water. I started panicking. “Calm down Emily! Don't worry, everyone experienced this the first time they tried to do it. Just calm down and focus on those things I said”, Alaska said. I tried to focus… I closed my eyes… When will these feelings go away… I can't breathe… I tried gasping and gasping. I tried to focus on my mouth, remembering fangs… I feel like something is changing… I still can't breathe… I opened my eyes and saw my vision clearer than ever. I looked down and saw I have paws. “You did it!”, Alaska exclaimed happily. Just as she said so, a wolf ran into the training pit, looking panicked and scared. The wolf crashed into me. (150 words)
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The wolf changes into a teenager around 16 years old, and fainted. Everyone crowded him and started carrying him to be treated. After that, everything went normal. Our healer said that he's going to be okay. “That was a really good training!”, Jeremy said. “Yeah, it was… How does it feel to change into a wolf, Emily?”, Evan asked me while he prepared some sandwiches. “It was weird… But also great, I guess”, I answered. “I remember the first time I tried that… Do you, Evan?”, Colin asked. “Yeah… It was pretty funny”, Evan answered while laughing. We all had a little laugh until… The teenager that fainted woke up and ran into the middle of the camp. Everyone and every-wolf started gathering around him. “The Chief is… D… D… He… He's- He's d-dea…”, He's voice trailed off. “He's gone”. Total silence. Nobody believes what he said… It can't be. (150 words)
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Evan is gone, no one knew where he went. Jeremy said that he was on a patrol to make sure the camp's safe. Wood is leader now… or chief… well, he prefers to be called as “just Wood”. So, all they told me is that Chief lost in a battle. He got injured pretty badly and no one can save him. Wood is stressed out, and because Marry is his little sister so she's not baking any bread to help him out and calm him down. I don't know the Chief quite well, but I felt grief for him. Alaska stayed silent for a long time, Jeremy was pretty nervous and Colin? Colin's just Colin he doesn't know what to do. Another thing, our healer got a dream. His name is Michael, and he said that in the dream there are some evil shadow wolves attacking the camp. Not good. (150 words)
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Can you calm him down?”, Marry asked to me. “Yeah… sure!”, I was a bit surprised, but how can I say no? I know that Wood is dealing with a lot right now, so I walked up to his tent and saw him in his wolf form, bundled up. “Hey Wood….” Me and Wood chatted a little bit, and Wood offered me to help me with my powers and training. He also said that I could be a really got uhm… what did he called it… anyways the point is a really good “stress talker” and stuff like that. We went out and call for the other peoples and wolves to grief for Chief. It was a beautiful but sad night; the moon was shining brightly. The breeze was cold… But I know my friend would be by my side to warm me up. Evan came back and reported that everything is safe. (153 words)
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Days have passed since Chief passed away, and there has been no attack. I was searching for something in my back when I found a black diamond. “Oh yeah, this is Axel's! Oh no, he's going to be so mad if he knew that I stole this- what was I thinking?!”, I mumbled to myself. Axel was younger than me, with black hair, nearly brown skin and blood red eyes. I ran across the camp and stumble across him. “Uh hey! Axel. Here, this is yours… I stole it, I'm so sorry…” He just grabbed it, looking angry and leave. (100 words)
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There has been rumors that a black crystal, stone or diamond will be the power source of the attack the next few days. Alex has been ignoring me, but I don't care. Wait… black DIAMOND?! Didn't I stole a black diamond from Alex. I jumped from my bed and started going around the camp. Alex slept in the same tent as mine, of course, but I saw him went into one of the huge tents yesterday. I came in, and I realized that it's a storage tent. I saw some notes. It says, “Black Diamond, Confirmed.” I gasped and started dashing back to the sleeping tent. Does this mean that Alex is a traitor? That HE has been plotting again us? I think about it. (125 words)
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“Looks like you've discovered my little secret. Stay put.” I could hear Alex's cold voice. I was running to the entrance to the tent, only to find out it was blocked with a blocking spell. As I tried to get out, the main cabin exploded with evil shadow wolves. I could see Alex, holding the black diamond, looking really happy. Anger rose in me. I kept on hitting the spell, and tried to do everything I could with those that I've learn, but the spell won't budge. I could see my friends fighting, and I feel so angry and worried for them. I tried to look for another way. The smallest gaps, holes… all of them has been closed with the blocking spell. No one, nor no wolf has realized about Alex. He turned into a blood-red wolf, holding the black diamond in his snout. He growls, and started running. (150 words)
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The sky turned blood red. The grass feels more “spiky-ish” and it'll hurt your feet even if you wear shoes. The air… well the air is still the same, but it became colder a second later. “STRIKEE!!!” “Are you okay?!” “Where are you?!!” Someone or something accidently hits one of the tents and it falls down. *GROWLSSS* “AHHHHH” *SLASHS" Everything was blurry, there was screaming and growling, war screams everywhere. Some flowers grew taller and started to grow spikes on their stems. Groans and whimpering could be heard from every part of the camp. There was a cold breeze, a VERY cold one, for a second feels like it can freeze everything. It became darker and darker… The shadows also grew. It seems like there is no hope left. Suddenly the rocks became sharper, and changes color to black. The same thing was happening to the trees, bushes and leaves. (150 words)
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Suddenly Wood came out of nowhere, in wolf form, striking Alex. The diamond fell off his snout, and Wood crushes it into pieces. The shadow wolfs fade slowly. I could see the blocking magic fade away, and immediately ran to my friends. Evan was fine, Jeremy’s a bit wounded, Colin looks a bit traumatized but he’s okay, but Alaska… she was badly wounded. We carried her to be taken care off. “What happened? We didn’t see you in the battle”, Evan asked, catching his breath. “Alex knew that I knew that he’ will be the one who starts the attack. So, he locked me in the sleeping tent with magic.” I frowned. After that, we took care of those who is wounded, and ate. Wood gave us a little speech, which I tough was really great. “And our new second-in command is… EVAN!” He shouted, and everyone cheers. Evan blushes and walks up to Wood, thanking him. (157 words)
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Years have passed. I have full control of my powers. I have my friends by my side. “Hey Emily! Congrats on the promotion!”, shouted Hazel, a new apprentice. I've been chosen to be the “wise-speaker” of the camp. And also, the leader of group 23. Alpha is now my wolf, and I have another winged wolf named Storm. “Thank you Hazel!” I thanked her as I walked by. There hasn't been any problem. Alaska's like a sister to me, Jeremy is pretty strong and Colin… He is who he is. We all lived with dangers unknown- but at least, together. (100 words)
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Total: 2,450 Words
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Scratcher
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Weekly four
I feel my eyes getting watery, like water droplets on a glass jar, rolling down slowly. I felt my tears wash down my face, burning my skin as they rolled down. I looked through the darkness, and felt something looking right back at me, its gaze burned my eyes fiercely. The stars had stopped glowing, the Sun was too far. All I could see were broken shards of ice and my tears floating through space. My eyes had dried up, I was getting closer. Was it time? Had I been caught the dreaded monster that has been after me? My eyes tightly shut, all I could do was look into the darkness.
Adventure, prompt #2
Day 1:
Day 2: Horror prompt #3
Day 3: Poetry prompt #1
Day 4: Mystery prompt #4
Day 5: Folklore prompt #1
Day 6 : Naan-fi prompt #1
Day 7 : Hi-Fi prompt #1
Day 8: Bi-Fi prompt #3
Day 9: Script prompt #3
Day 10: Fantasy prompt #1
Day 11: Real fi prompt #something
Day 12: Sci fi
Day 13: Thriller prompt #1
Day 14: Fan fi flashback
Day 15 : Dystopian prompt #1
Conclusion:
I feel my eyes getting watery, like water droplets on a glass jar, rolling down slowly. I felt my tears wash down my face, burning my skin as they rolled down. I looked through the darkness, and felt something looking right back at me, its gaze burned my eyes fiercely. The stars had stopped glowing, the Sun was too far. All I could see were broken shards of ice and my tears floating through space. My eyes had dried up, I was getting closer. Was it time? Had I been caught the dreaded monster that has been after me? My eyes tightly shut, all I could do was look into the darkness.
Adventure, prompt #2
Day 1:
I landed softly on an asteroid, I saw a sort of village spread out before me, it took me no time to realise I had landed in a kingdom.
I walked through the majestic kingdom, my skin felt dry due to all the tears that rolled down it in the past few minutes. I walked through the beguiling sight, I saw the people passing each other barrels of goods and valuables to each other. Everyone with a permanent smile etched on their face. I could hear fellow birds chirp as they swiftly fluttered past. Sweat rolling down my neck, I picked up a barrel and passed it on to someone nearby, someone kind. I looked at the kingdom, lined with golden houses and sturdy roads surrounded with patches of sand and straw, forming a path to the royal palace.
Day 2: Horror prompt #3
“But why wont you join us to help Achlyd regain his powers?” Asked a chosen one, I had no time for this. I ended up on a gloomy planet full of dreamy glows from the fireflies that spread around the place, and some weird people trying to catch them.
“Look, I have a lot on my plate and I don’t have time to-“
“Free us? Help us?” Questioned the chosen one, I was getting tired of this.
“Look i’m sorry but i’m being chased down by a space monster and I cannot help you, i’m sorry but I must leave”
I said as I boarded my spaceship, I was off.
Day 3: Poetry prompt #1
I was all alone, floating on this lonely asteroid while I knew I was being hunted down. I had no protection, no safety and no company, I was terrified. I could hear the sounds of space as I bathed in this loneliness, I felt like crying all over again. I felt somehow peaceful, I felt safe yet in danger as I crawled through this lonely place, no one around me to reassure me, not a soul in sight. It was as if I could hear the galactic monster screeching orders at his mates, convincing them to find me. I huddled myself up behind a rock, and started sobbing into my own arms. I couldn’t help it, I was all alone. If I was to call for help, who would respond? It would only be heard as a despairing noise that rang through the galaxy, no one would hear me here, I was all alone.
Day 4: Mystery prompt #4
Alright so i’m off that isolated asteroid, i’m here in a train compartment now. I’m back in the same apartment I was in before, I keep getting pushed here for absolutely no reason. I don’t know why i’m here, the train circles the entire asteroid, and i’ve circled the entire train without finding any evidence that could be useful for me. I need to save the galaxswc, but I cannot find any information. I walked around the compartment, I noticed a small mug of coffee resting on a table, I had previously ignored it, but by now I wanted to drink it. I picked it up, only to see that there was nothing inside, I noticed visible and giant fingerprints, and the only creature with fingerprints this large, was the monster.
Day 5: Folklore prompt #1
I saw a piece of clay, possible from some old pottery entwined amongst the moss and plants that grew in this forest. I had trailed the whole forest, and all I found was this. I looked into it, I knew what this was.
Years ago in this asteroid lived one of the most famous potters to exist, he moulded clay into magical things, that could only exist in your imaginations. His thoughts came to life with his hands, this vase was a vase where he kept an ancient being, a serpent of some sort, that he crafted himself.. The being was his pet, once he died, the serpent broke this wonderful vase and escaped. It now roams the jungled, catching its prey. Some say the soul of the potter possessed it, which explains how it suddenly… came to life.
Day 6 : Naan-fi prompt #1
I sit here munching on my bread, it just popped out of the oven, freshly baked and delicious. I felt the warmth of the bread absorb my tastebuds with its plain but scrumptious taste. I saw a girl at the back, playing around with the dough in a graceful manner, folding it and shaping it as she laughed. The ding of multiple ovens intruded, her smile faded into a sullen look. She got back to serving the people, she did not look like she enjoyed this very much. After a lot of work, she got back to baking, the dough magically shaped with her fingers, and soon after some cooking, came out of the oven.
Ding! The girl took it out, I wanted to try it, she was a waiter and not a baker, but it looked better than anything I ever ate.
Day 7 : Hi-Fi prompt #1
I watched as a train robber gave back an old lady her purse. They apologised multiple times before retreating to continue robbing stuff on the train. This made me remember the time I landed on an asteroid, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It was made of gold, everything was gold with silver for accents, I couldn’t believe it. I walked into a random gold house, and picked up some jewellery. No one was home, I did something I deeply regret. I stole a pearl necklace and walked off, as I stepped on the spaceship, I pictured the owner panicking about their necklace. I felt terrible, I walked back only to find out the owner still wasn’t back, I put the necklace back, I hope it found them safely.
Day 8: Bi-Fi prompt #3
I landed in a cinema, or theatre as some call it. I watched my favourite movie pop up, and sat down swiftly with a bag of pop corn in my hands. I ate the popcorn slowly, savouring every piece of perfectly salted popcorn, and then dropped it all. My favourite actress jumped out. I almost fell out of my seat. More than Emma, I cared about all that beautiful popcorn that I just dropped. She looked me dead in the eye, I was wondering if she was even real. I had never ever in my life seen someone pop out of the screen, that was really really weird. I can’t believe i’m saying this, but I tried to punch her to confirm if she was a hologram.
Day 9: Script prompt #3
I looked dead into the stars, I was wondering if the galactic monster was watching me, I hoped not. He had more power than I ever had, I had no clue to his weakness, even though I searched for 8 whole days. I was alone on the stage, I screamed into the mic, all the words pouring out of me. Tears trickled down my face,
“If you’re watching me, just come out!” I screamed, my eyes closed tightly, if he was here, I did not want to see him.
“Where… where are you… how do I beat you..” I felt my face softening, my voice reducing to a whisper. I fell to the ground, I felt a giant hand rest on my head, closing my ears.
“I’m here”
Day 10: Fantasy prompt #1
I opened my eyes on a wooden structure, all was black. I could feel splinters pierce my bare hands as I tried to squirm out of the ropes that I was tangled in. My mouth duct taped shut, I could not move at all. I heard a harsh voice, a voice I recognised all too well.
“Stay still, don’t even try to act or you’re not going to see the Sun every again”
I stopped moving, it was like my spine has frozen. I wanted to faint, and wake up again on any asteroid, anywhere that wasn’t hear. I saw the galactic monster hold wooden paddles, and was paddling across the sea, there was some light now. The sea was dark, we looked like we were heading to no where. I did now what I was soon going to regret, out of fear, I pushed myself off the boat.
I was sinking, I could not move, my hands were tied. I felt the ropes soften as I pulled out my hands. I was suffocating, worst of all my mouth was duct taped. I did not close my eyes, I kept them open for the sake of defeating the monster. I hoped with all my heart he had not jumped in to catch me again.
Day 11: Real fi prompt #something
I woke up, surprised to have survived the sea. My mind started to wonder if I had been captured and sailed across to the sea monster’s hideout. But no, i’m in an inn, and there’s three people at the foot of my bed, staring at me menacingly.
“Who are you?” I asked, their smiled widened.
“We’re the owners of the inn, do you feel alright now?” Spoke a girl, she seemed nice.
“I feel alright, i’ll be leaving now”
“Oh no! You can’t leave, you’re not healed completely” they said in unison. I knew I wasn’t getting out of hear so easily.
“Please… I need to escape the galactic monster.. I need to defeat him”
“That’s what all of them say” yawned one of them, looking bored and ready to leave.
“No but i’m serious, let me go” I pleaded, they just giggled and handed me some water.
Day 12: Sci fi
I just woke up, for some reason I was chucked out of the inn. I remember having a dream, a weird one. Well here is how it went:
So I was walking on the road, when a giant hole opened up in the asteroid. I fell deep into the hole, I fell for what felt like hours, and woke up to an underground mine. I couldn’t believe that, it was stupid. I soon got chased by the ghost of a miner, weird, I know. I turned back, the inn was gone. I was on a different asteroid, this was weird. Had they picked me up and thrown me into space, so that I would land on a random asteroid? Anyways, I walked further on the rocky roads of this asteroid, my heart skipped a beat as everything became dark. No, everything was still under the light, I was falling down a hole. I fell, what the heck? What a coincidence, I was about to climb back up, until I landed in a gold mine.
Day 13: Thriller prompt #1
I’m in a mine, I walk further, it seems unstable. I feel the asteroid quiver below my feet, I feel myself sinking, sinking deep into the ground. Was this quicksand? Highly unlikely, but there was no other possible explanation to why my feet and slowly my whole body was getting swallowed into the ground, wrapped by a wet and sandy type of substance that slowly unfolds beneath me. I was knee deep in regret, why did I walk on an unknown asteroid, if I had not walked further and just boarded my spaceship, I could have continued my investigation on how to defeat the galactic monster. I thought only he could defeat me, and now I was getting sucked into an asteroid, great. I held on to the rock above me, pulling myself out. As I struggled, my hands gave away and I went in deeper, I pushed myself out somehow, and panicked, I didn’t know how to get out.
Day 14: Fan fi flashback
I was stranded in the mine, I could hear nothing, not even my own voice. I wanted to call for help, but who the heck would happen to be in this mine. I was avoiding the quicksand, walking carefully on the rails. I flash-backed to the time when I was young.
I was walking with my parents, on planet Earth, far from the asteroid belt. I was walking on the train tracks, my parents did not notice I had got down, a train sped up at me, all I remember after that was a person picking me up, and then waking up on an asteroid, I could imagine my parents, I was small. I did not know how to fend for myself, I grew up on the asteroid. Which is why i’ve always wanted to explore space, and somehow get back to the planet I came from. I’ve landed on countless asteroids, and accidentally landed on the galactic monster’s asteroid, which is why he’s chasing me.
Day 15 : Dystopian prompt #1
I walk around the railroad, I don’t know where to go. This was the strangest asteroid I had ever been to. As I walked, I saw a white shimmery white glow ahead of me, like white light from the Sun. I looked ahead to see a beautiful being, basking in the glow, hiding in the corner. I felt its eyes turn towards me, my eyes could not handle the light. Should I ask them for help?
As if they read my mind, I felt a soft hand grab mine, and pull me out of the mine, through a hole I could not see, my eyes could not handle the light, I fainted. I woke up, the creature was trailing off back into the hole, I did not know anything about it or its endless fascination with glowing in a deep dark mine, but I was thankful. It was time for me to continue, goodbye.
Conclusion:
The last day
I’m done with my adventures, I’ve successfully evaded all of the strategically planned attacks and attempts to catch me by the galactic monster, even though life will never be the same, i’m glad to know that i’m safe for now. I’m glad to know there are many asteroids full of ever so friendly people that would help a bird in need. I’m not gonna be going on any more dangerous quests for now, i’m content with my life on my lonely home asteroid, and hopefully there shall be no further attempts to catch me by the galactic monster, i’ll go home now.
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
Daily for nov. 27 - 124 words
One of my most important goals is to get better at playing a song called Meditation from Thais on the violin. It's a tranquil, peaceful song (the type of song I'm not very good at playing), and I really like it. I've been working on my vibrato and some of the very high-pitched notes in the piece, and it's going very well! It's not stressing me out at all and I hope I can play it at the next concert and make everyone wow, especially my mom. Violin is one of the best things in my life and improving my violin skills is very fun. I usually procrastinate my violin practice a lot, but when I do start focusing, I start to enjoy practicing.
One of my most important goals is to get better at playing a song called Meditation from Thais on the violin. It's a tranquil, peaceful song (the type of song I'm not very good at playing), and I really like it. I've been working on my vibrato and some of the very high-pitched notes in the piece, and it's going very well! It's not stressing me out at all and I hope I can play it at the next concert and make everyone wow, especially my mom. Violin is one of the best things in my life and improving my violin skills is very fun. I usually procrastinate my violin practice a lot, but when I do start focusing, I start to enjoy practicing.
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
╔══ ≪ daily twenty seven ≫ ══╗
Not exactly today, but yesterday I went to my friend’s birthday party! It was very fun and it was nice seeing all my friends again, especially since I don’t see some of them regularly. I ended up staying up really late (3am whoops) because I got back at ten and I didn’t feel like sleeping, so I’m very tired today but I also feel pretty good about myself, even though I definitely shouldn’t seeing as I haven’t been productive in about two weeks. I feel so proud of myself for socialising though, and it made me so happy, so I suppose that’s a plus!
I have loads of goals for today! My finals start tomorrow (hence this probably being my last daily/weekly this session) and so I’m going to see if I can learn off everything for my first three exams. I also want to reach my word goal today — I only have about 2000 words left which I’ll probably get from studying and homework that I still have left. Hopefully these goals are realistic enough and I’ll be able to ace my exams like I want to.
(189 words)
Not exactly today, but yesterday I went to my friend’s birthday party! It was very fun and it was nice seeing all my friends again, especially since I don’t see some of them regularly. I ended up staying up really late (3am whoops) because I got back at ten and I didn’t feel like sleeping, so I’m very tired today but I also feel pretty good about myself, even though I definitely shouldn’t seeing as I haven’t been productive in about two weeks. I feel so proud of myself for socialising though, and it made me so happy, so I suppose that’s a plus!
I have loads of goals for today! My finals start tomorrow (hence this probably being my last daily/weekly this session) and so I’m going to see if I can learn off everything for my first three exams. I also want to reach my word goal today — I only have about 2000 words left which I’ll probably get from studying and homework that I still have left. Hopefully these goals are realistic enough and I’ll be able to ace my exams like I want to.
(189 words)
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Scratcher
100+ posts
SWC Megathread || Nov. 2022
NickName - Ava
Content - November 27th Daily
Word Count - 129/100
Topic - Write about something good or a goal you achieved today
Cabin - Thriller
The happiest thing that happened to me today is that my exams finally ended!
Let's forget that I probably have to start studying again for the yearly exam in march so I don't even know if I can join Scratch Writing Camp again, but let's forget about that part.
Today was Math. We had consecutive exams, which means we had no prep holidays in the middle. Sunday was Science, then Social Science, Hindi, English, Arabic, and finally Math, which was today. For my yearly exam, we'll have tests for more minor subjects too, like computer science, Value Education and all that stuff.
But let's not focus on the bad stuff because the bad stuff makes me feel bad stuff.
My exams got over!
I can finally procrastinate a little lesser on The weekly!
Yay!
Content - November 27th Daily
Word Count - 129/100
Topic - Write about something good or a goal you achieved today
Cabin - Thriller
LET'S GET STARTED
The happiest thing that happened to me today is that my exams finally ended!
Let's forget that I probably have to start studying again for the yearly exam in march so I don't even know if I can join Scratch Writing Camp again, but let's forget about that part.
Today was Math. We had consecutive exams, which means we had no prep holidays in the middle. Sunday was Science, then Social Science, Hindi, English, Arabic, and finally Math, which was today. For my yearly exam, we'll have tests for more minor subjects too, like computer science, Value Education and all that stuff.
But let's not focus on the bad stuff because the bad stuff makes me feel bad stuff.
My exams got over!
I can finally procrastinate a little lesser on The weekly!
Yay!