ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴠᴀʟ'ꜱ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ '23 ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ!

Edit:
A new session is now coming upon us! If you're looking for my July ‘23 writing thread, it’s right here!:
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/695102/
Have fun!

Last Session (Nov '22):

I tried to do a very appealing or at least decent-looking alliteration, but I failed gloriously.

AAAANYWAYS, This vintage vacation is just a topic to store all my SWC (Scratch Writing Camp) pieces! Since this is my first session, I may mess up, but who cares? Camp is for fun :D

GO NAAN-FICTION BTW

ᴠᴀʟ'ꜱ ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ (ɴᴏᴡ) ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠᴀʟ (@ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ)'ꜱ ꜱᴡᴄ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ! (ɪ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴘʜʀᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏʟᴏʟᴏʟᴏʟᴏʟ). ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴ ꜱᴡᴄ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 2022 ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ, ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴠᴀʟ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʙɪ-ꜰɪ (ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ), ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟɪᴍɪᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴅꜰꜱᴊᴀᴊᴋꜰʜᴋᴊɢ

ɴᴏᴡ, ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇᴘɪᴄ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍɴᴇꜱꜱ. ɢʀᴀʙ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴄᴏʀɴ, ꜱɪᴛ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴜɴʀᴏʟʟ…
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So yeah. Enjoy!
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ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ɢᴏᴀʟ - 3,319 / 15,000 (will update soon)
goal last updated: idk utc

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ᴅᴀɪʟɪᴇꜱ - OH MY MANGOES IM FINALLY DONE I THINK MAYBE
ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 1ꜱᴛ – ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 31sᴛ

• March 1 ~ { Done } ~ { --- } ~ { 137 wc } ~ { ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ }
  
  
• March 2 ~ { Done } ~ { 250 } ~ { 330 wc } ~ { ᴡᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴏᴜᴘ }
  
  
• March 3 ~ { Not Done } ~ { 0 } ~ { 0 } ~ { ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ }
  
  
• March 4 ~ { Done } ~ { 150 } ~ { 540 wc } ~ { ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ꜱᴡᴄ }
  
  
• March 5 ~ { Done } ~ { 400 } ~ { 461 wc } ~ { ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ }
  
  
• March 6 ~ { Not Done } ~ { 0 } ~ { 0 } ~ { ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ }
  
  
• March 7 ~ { Done } ~ { --- } ~ { --- } ~ { ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ-ᴡᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ }
  
  
• March 8 - 9 ~ { Done } ~ { 500 } ~ { 509 wc - 298 dc } ~ { ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ }
  
  
• March 10 ~ { Done/Missed? } ~ { 100? } ~ { 175 wc } ~ { ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ʙʟᴜʀʙ }
  
  
• March 11 ~ { Span } ~ { --- } ~ { WordCount } ~ { ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ᴡᴀʀꜱ }
  
  
• March 12 ~ { Done } ~ { 200 } ~ { 203 } ~ { ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ }
  
  
• March 13 ~ { Done } ~ { 500 } ~ { 321 } ~ { ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪʀᴏɴʏ }
  
  
• March 14 ~ { Missed } ~ { 0 } ~ { WordCount } ~ { ɪɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʟᴋʟᴏʀᴇ }
  
  
• March 15 ~ { Done } ~ { 250 } ~ { 543 } ~ { ꜱᴡᴄ ꜰᴀɴ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ }
  
  
• March 16 ~ { Done } ~ { 100 } ~ { 177 } ~ { ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴀ ᴅᴀʏ }
  
  
• March 17 ~ { Done } ~ { 400 } ~ { 614 } ~ { ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ }
  
  
• March 18 ~ { Done } ~ { 150 } ~ { --- } ~ { ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ }
  
  
• March 19 ~ { Done } ~ { 400 } ~ { 801 } ~ { ᴀʙꜱᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ }
  
  
• March 20 - 21 ~ { Done } ~ { 400 } ~ { 114 } ~ { ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ }
  
  
• March 22 ~ { Not Done / Missed } ~ { 0 } ~ { 0 } ~ { ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴇǫᴜᴇʟ }
  
  
• March 23 ~ { Done } ~ { 400 } ~ { 536 } ~ { ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ }
  
  
• March 24 ~ { Not Done } ~ { Points } ~ { WordCount } ~ { ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅʏ }
  
  
• March 25 ~ { Span } ~ { --- } ~ { WordCount } ~ { ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ᴡᴀʀꜱ }
  
  
• March 26 ~ { Done } ~ { 250 } ~ { 199 } ~ { ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ }
  
  
• March 27 ~ { Span } ~ { --- } ~ { WordCount } ~ { ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴅᴀʏ }
  
  
• March 28 - 29 ~ { Done } ~ { 500 } ~ { 490 } ~ { ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴍᴏꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ }
  
  
• March 30 ~ { Done } ~ { 100 } ~ { 176 } ~ { ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ }
  
  
• March 31 ~ { Not Done :( } ~ { --- } ~ { 0 } ~ { Last Day / Thank You Notes }
  

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ᴡᴇᴇᴋʟɪᴇꜱ
ɪᴍ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛʀʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ LOL

• Week 1 ~ { Not Done } ~ { 0 } ~ { 0 } ~ { ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ }
  
  
• Week 2 ~ { Done } ~ { 1500 / 1500 } ~ { 832 / 700 } ~ { ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ & ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ }
  
  
• Week 3 ~ { Done } ~ { 2000 / 2000 } ~ { 2485 / 1650 } ~ { ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ }
  
  
• Week 4 ~ { Not Done } ~ { 0 } ~ { 0 } ~ { ꜱᴍᴀʀʟʟꜱ'ꜱ ꜱᴡꜱᴇᴀ / ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴜꜱᴘᴇɴꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ }
  

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ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - FINISHED I THINK
ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴀʀꜱ, ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘꜱ,⚡ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ

• Writing Competition ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
  
  
• Writing Competition (Fan Fiction) ~ { WordCount } ~ { Prompt }
  
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• Word War ~ { @DashingDiamonds } ~ { 174 } ~ { 3 min. } ~ { ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴀᴋᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ 1 ᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ. }
  
• Word War ~ { @DashingDiamonds } ~ { 179 } ~ { 3 min. } ~ { ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ. }
  
• Word War ~ { luna724 } ~ { 158 } ~ { 3 min. } ~ { “ᴅᴏᴜɢʜɴᴜᴛ?” }
  
• Word War ~ { MouseLoverr } ~ { 256 } ~ { 5 min. } ~ { ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ }
  
• Word War ~ { Corgi3210 } ~ { 60 } ~ { 1 min. } ~ { ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ɢʟᴜᴛᴇɴ-ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜱᴄᴏɴᴇꜱ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘꜱᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ. }
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• Writing Dump ~ { 590 } ~ { ʙɪ-ꜰɪ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ }
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• School Assignment ~ { Book Project - Darkstalker } ~ { Done } ~ { 130 } ~ { Poem - Darkness is Born }
  
• School Assignment ~ { Essay - Argumentative } ~ { Done } ~ { 658 wc } ~ { Should Zoos Be Banned - No, They Shouldn't }
  

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Last edited by PhonyOOOPS (April 1, 2023 10:43:45)

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙʟᴀɴᴋʙʟᴀɴᴋʟᴏʟ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ (ᴄᴏ)ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴘ ᴇxᴄᴇʀᴘᴛꜱ

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ᴇᴅɪᴛ
ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏɴᴛ ꜱɪᴢᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ

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Excerpt 1: Falling Magic - (Part of) Chapter 4

(Context: Harry Potter Fanfiction - The characters are in the Hogwarts Express, but the train stopped working all of a sudden)

There was a soft knock again and the compartment door opened gently. Bane Manson was back with his trunk, a kind of shocked look on his face.
“Bane!” Evelyn said, standing up. “What's going on?”
“This is him?” Will asked with an unrecognizable annoying tone. Evelyn rounded on him, glaring.
“Is this the time?” Evelyn hissed. Will scowled at Bane.
“I don't know,” Bane panted in response to Evelyn's question from before. “I just got to my compartment from the other side of the train to get my trunk, I was walking back to yours, and the train suddenly…stopped. I nearly broke my nose against the window. Students were screaming, a few poked their heads out into the corridor and others left their compartments to find out what was going on…I saw two girls go to the conductor's carriage.”
Evelyn looked down, not knowing what to do. She couldn't stand not knowing what was going on, so she said, “I'm going to check on the conductor too. I'll be right back.”
Evelyn was about to push past Bane and burst out to the corridor when someone shouted “What? No!” and seized her hand. Evelyn whirled around and saw a rather red-faced Will, his hand outstretched latched to her wrist. They stared at each other for a moment, until Will started and retrieved his hand.
“Will?” Evelyn asked. This is copyrighted by PhonyOOOPS
“I, er—Evelyn, you can't go.” Will stammered.
“Why not?” She snapped. “It's not like there are dementors standing there, waiting for us.”
“Yes, I know,” Will said looking down, wringing his hands. “But—what if there is something dangerous? The Hogwarts Express can't just—stop just like that!”
“Which is why I'm going to investigate,” Evelyn claimed. “Whether you like it or not.”
This time Evelyn did rush out of the compartment, and, not long after, someone next to her. She looked to see Bane along in her stride.
“I'm coming with you,” Bane said with a touch of confidence. Evelyn sighed but didn't stop.

… (skipping this section lolz)

“So?” Ginger asked expectantly. “What did you find?”
“Nothing, except two Stunned girls and a Stunned conductor,” Evelyn began. At the words “Stunned conductor,” Nasir, who was standing up on the seat trying to get his trunk, slipped and fell to the floor with a loud thud.
“Others got Stunned?” He asked, miraculously alive, getting up from the floor and rubbing his head. “By who?”
“That's what I don't know, Nasir,” Evelyn said sadly.

… (DUN DUN DUNNNN end of excerpt :D )

Excerpt 2: Dragonspeaker - (Beginning of) Prologue

(Context: Wings of Fire AU/FF - (this is the beginning of the chapter (its a prologue) so no extra context is needed))

“I'm not sure if I like this.”
Spiritchaser was sitting at the foot of a tree with Thoughtmaker, her brother. It was nighttime outside, two of the moons barely thin crescents while the smallest one was waning in the sky.
“I do,” Thoughtmaker replied defiantly next to her, staring down at the scavenger den. Their dark NightWing scales blended in with the tree's shadow, so they were barely visible as a couple of late-night scavengers went around doing their things, setting up their next day or keeping an eye out for dragons. “Do you really want to find out if this works or not?”
She hesitated. Yes, she was really curious if this worked or not. But the limits they had to cross? That was what worried her.
“You do know we're changing a scavenger's life forever,” she replied. “Right? Whatever destiny they had will be gone?”
“I know,” he responded with an annoyed tone, but Spiritchaser caught a little worry somewhere in there. He must be feeling the same. “But it wouldn't really matter if this fails. That just proves that scavengers are more like dumb cows or pigs than are like dragons.”
Thoughtmaker turned to look at her, peering concernedly at her. “You… will help with this… right? I can't do it without you.”
Spiritchaser sighed, her wings wrapping around her lightly. “I mean… no one else really can, right? Well—except great aunt Spellbinder, but she's bitter all the time and doesn't really want anything to do with this.”
She looked over at her brother. “Alright. I'll do it.”
Thoughtmaker reached into a little bag he had around his neck, taking out two bracelets made of thin wires and a piece of scroll. He handed her one of the bracelets and the paper. “Ready?”
Two of the lookout scavengers were conversing, quiet squeaks and yaps here and there. Taking a deep breath in and out, Spiritchaser put on the bracelet. This is copyrighted by PhonyOOOPS
The scavenger sounds sharpened and deepened, until after a couple of moments, she could clearly hear words.
“Yibble yibble…that his daughter is marrying this outsider. Isn't that bizarre?” Said the scavenger with spiky fur. He laughed.
The other scavenger, this time with sleek long hair, grunted. This one seemed female. “Seems reasonable. If they love each other, then so be it!”
Spiritchaser gasped. The scavengers…they were talking. She could understand them. She turned to look at Thoughtmaker, whose eyes were as round as the moons.
“I didn't know this was going to work…” Spiritchaser whispered. The bracelets…they worked. This means that scavengers are more like dragons than “dumb cows or pigs.”
Which also meant that they will change a scavenger's life forever.
“Okay,” Thoughtmaker whispered. He tapped the piece of paper with one of his claws. “Your turn.”
She gulped. She can just imagine a dragon in this scavenger's place. Hatched with a destiny, a purpose… and then two unknown dragons stealing them for an experiment. This wasn't right.
But this was a breakthrough. She had to do this.
Slowly, she picked up the piece of scroll. She let out a shaky breath and, in Thoughtmaker's handwriting, she read this.
Enchant the youngest scavenger in this den to float into my claws.
He had an entire scroll filled with spells that could help them gain a scavenger. It took a whole week for him to find the best-fitting spell, and it was this.
She held out a shaky talon, and in a low whisper, she cast the spell.
It took a few moments to spot a tiny sleeping scavenger quickly yet gently floating out of a structure. It had a long and fluffy mane of fur, and according to one or two scavenger scrolls, Spiritcatcher thought it was female.
She desperately reached out to grab it until she heard someone cry out:
“DRAGON!”
Spiritcatcher and Thoughtmaker jumped. Her talon and snout were visible under the fading moonlight, and the spiky-haired scavenger spotted them. He shook the sleek-haired scavenger's shoulder. “Magpie! They have black scales! They're the rare ones!”
“No DUH, Junco! Kill them!”
Spiritcatcher snatched the tiny scavenger from the air while Thoughtmaker shouted, “FLY!”
They spread their wings and flew while sharp sticks were shooting through the air. A couple bounced off their scales as they escaped into the night sky.

… (DUN DUN DUNNNN end of excerpt :D )

Last edited by PhonyOOOPS (March 1, 2023 12:29:35)

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #1 - ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 137 / 000
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 0 / 0

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ᴠᴀʟ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ

In a rather isolated corner sits a paperback book, a couple of detailed yet dull drawings on the cover, with nearly invisible crinkles of white on the spine that signals the not-so-constant readings of it. Looking inside would be slightly worn-out pages, although it seems to thank the sands of time more than the craving interests of others.
This is copyrighted by PhonyOOOPS
On the pages themselves are countless unfinished works, the one with the most being a Harry Potter fan fiction with four chapters. Other parts seem more boring than the works themselves but a few outlines show excitement, joy, and anticipation. A feeling emanates from the book that signals that not much is here but there will be more to come. And as you close the book, in shiny engraves letters, says the title of the book:

dino nuggie.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #2 - ᴡᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴏᴜᴘ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 330 / 300
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 250 / 200

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ꜰɪvᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs
ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴄᴇʟᴇꜱᴛɪᴀʟ, ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ, ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ, ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ
@autokarrect-- <3

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ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to live in space. How it would feel if it were possible to float in the abyss, no spacesuits or anything, just floating from place to place. You can take a leisure walk—no, float—toward the moon, take a trip to mars, explore the sun up close without burning to a crisp. Travel to other universes.

A bright orange light suddenly appeared before my eyes, casting shadows at any near object. My dad let out a yelp of surprise. The steak and sausages were burning. He desperately grabbed the tongs and removed the meat from the grill.

“Oh, dad! This is what happens when you ignite the grill without reading the instructions,” I shouted, running over to him, the grass tickling my bare feet.

My dad let out a barking laugh. “I am not one of those steak out dads.”

He grabbed the fire extinguisher and put out the flame on the grill, making a strained face. If it weren’t for me knowing he would mess up and bringing it, the house could have burned down for all I know!

My dad stared at the grill filled with extinguisher foam and smoke. “Well, there goes dinner.”

I giggled and pulled him away from the grill, then flopped down onto the grass, looking up at the starry sky. My dad crouched and laid down as well, but in a much slower, older-man way.

After a while of stargazing, I spotted a shooting star for a brief second. I gasped and pointed at the sky.

“Did you know,” my dad began. “My grandfather told me that when a shooting star passes, it’s a celestial passing through space, looking over the world, keeping it at peace.”

“Really?” I asked.

He nodded. “Shooting stars are rare. And we were able to see it. If I was a good chef we wouldn’t have spotted it.”

I laughed. “I guess not.” I sighed and kept looking at the sky.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ - ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 130
ᴘᴏᴇᴍ - ᴡᴏꜰʟ: ᴅᴀʀᴋꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ

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ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ

ᴘᴏᴇᴍ

“Write a poem expressing the overall feeling or emotion of the book. It should be at least 12 lines with figurative language and imagery.”

ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ʀᴜʙʀɪᴄ
ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʙʀɪᴄ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ :ᴅ
sorry that it's blurry - google :/


also, feel free to skip the “context” section–I only have the poem here and not the book title and stuff, so instead of /20 do /16

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ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ɪꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ

A dragon of Ice, a dragon of Night,
One with magic, the other with delight.
In the sky three moons, a little dragon hatches,
In 2,000 years, the world will be in ashes.

A little dragonet, the gift of Sight,
Spinning in timelines, her power unlike other.
A young dragon of Sea, magic with might,
After a massacre, his magic outlawed forever.
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Worried with magic he’ll lose his soul,
The SeaWing Fathom is sent to the Night Kingdom.
To make sure Darkstalker evil will not become,
But a great friendship, the three, like birds of a feather.

Yet farther down the path is darker than before,
Magic and ambition take over the thrice-moon born.
Earrings preventing futures and vases changing one,
Gone, the dragon of Ice, Darkstalker must be stopped.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #4 - ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ꜱᴡᴄ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 540 / 250
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 150 / 100

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ᴅᴏɴᴏᴠᴀɴ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴡᴄ

There I was, inside of the Bi-Fi cabin procrastinating, drawing random scribbles on a piece of writing paper. I missed the March 3 daily. THE EASIEST AND MOST REWARDING DAILY I’VE EVER SEEN! Three hundred words for FOUR HUNDRED POINTS! And it could be whatever we wanted, just that it was a side character’s perspective!

“What are you doing?” a voice said behind me.

I turned around, and I could not believe my eyes.

“…Donovan?!?”

He smirked. Donovan Yaxter, the annoying younger brother to a main character in my Harry Potter fan fiction, was in the Bizarro Wonderland.

“Am I dreaming?” I asked.

“Probably. Hey, this cabin looks awesome!” he exclaimed, looking around the Hatter’s tea party corner, which was my word group. “Very wonderland-y. Ooh, tea!” He ran over to some teacup decorations.

Goose suddenly materialized next to Donovan. “Hi! You must be a backup camper. I'm Goose!”

“Cool!” Donovan replied. “Are you the Cheshire Cat?”

“I sure am,” Goose said, then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

I sighed. Donovan Yaxter was that one irrelevant pestering side character that no one particularly liked. He has a massive crush on my protagonist, Evelyn Haven, even though she is a fourth-year and him a first-year.

A crash suddenly echoed throughout the whole cabin. I whirled to look at the source of the noise and saw a puddle of broken china surrounding him.

“The TEACUPS!” a camper shouted. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”

“Hey, have you seen my wand?” Donovan asked another camper.

“Donovan, stop!” I ran after him as he left the cabin onto the main SWC grounds.

“Ooh, what is this I see?” A couple of Non-Fi campers, including Glow, approach us, looking at the outside of the Bi-Fi cabin. Our enemies.

“Wow, look at their outfits! They look so cool!” Donovan said, staring at them with awe.

Glow smiled. “Thanks! Hey, what are your thoughts on digging up fossils with us?”
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“What? No!” I shouted at him. “Those are our enemies!”

“NO! Join Fantasy!” Rainy shouted, spraying mango juice at Non-Fi's walls.

“Ooh, hi person!” a Horror camper said. “I'm Mouse, can I have your soul?”

I heard a screeching call and saw Reese’s crow form diving and swooping at Mouse.

“Hey!” Mouse shouted, waving her hands around. “Stop, Reese!”

At another area of the camp, I see a couple of Mystery and Folklore campers, along with a few of our bi-fi campers, chanting “BIMYSLAYLORE-FI!”

Somewhere around the Thriller masquerade, Donovan saw Iri running away from Zai, who was shouting “GIVE ME BACK MY LASAGNA!”

Donovan looked toward a giant red barn, where the Real-Fi retreat sat. JC, a Real-Fi co, was writing a motivational message on a whiteboard.

“Ooh, I feel like those would be the winners,” Donovan said.

Almost 200 pairs of eyes stared at him. A screeching mic sound came from the Poetry coffeehouse, a co-leader named Jas shouting “Oops, sorry!”

Birdi looked around, then shouted, “MANGO FIGHT!”

All of the campers suddenly had basketfuls of mangoes in their hands, laucnhing them at 200 wpm at Donovan. He yelped and ran away, but the mangoes kept coming. A herd of ibexes ran around him, Smarlls at the lead, nearly trampling him.

So. Behold, the Donovan Yaxter.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #5 - ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 461 / 300
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 400 / 300

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ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴇ

Was it Pride? Greed? She wasn’t sure. It has been so long since she opened the contents of the Box, releasing most of the world’s evil, except one thing.

At the time of the opening, when she managed to shut it closed, her curiosity has been satisfied enough, even though she definitely wasn’t. But when she found herself standing in front of a Gucci store, looking at some purses on display, her mind immediately went: the Box… the Box…

For some reason, she didn’t have the Box anymore. Her memory was cloudy. She didn’t remember any point in time that she gave to Box away, or that someone had taken it from her. It was only—one moment she had it, the next she didn’t.

“Hello ma’am. May I help you find something?”

Pandora turned around and saw one of the store clerks facing her, a kind smile. At seeing her, his face went from friendly to a calm surprised expression, like Epimetheus had done when he saw her.

“Wow. You are very beautiful,” he said. Pandora smiled. “Why, such a pretty girl like you must have the best attire.” He shook himself a bit, then led her to a couple of robes.

“What is your name, miss?” The clerk asked her.

“Pandora,” she replied.

“Oh!” he said. “Like from ‘Pandora’s Box’. You must be named after her, for your beauty.”

Pandora just smiled, though she was a bit confused. Named after? But she was Pandora, “from ‘Pandora’s Box’” or what he said.

Then her eyes landed on a beautiful item, glittery with a handle, like a sort of bag.
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“Oh,” the clerk follower her gaze. “That is from our limited mythology collection. We call it, well, “Pandora’s Purse,” referring to the Box.”

“Oh,” Pandora thought, cocking her head a bit. She walked toward the purse, her glittery eyes looking at every gemstone. She picked it up and looked around it.

“It’s pretty,” she said softly. A sudden feeling emanated from the purse, feeling very familiar. Pandora’s Purse… she liked the sound of it. She didn’t know why she was here, but she liked this.

“That would be about $1,299.99…” he started, but trailed off at the attentive look of Pandora, “…but, I think I could sneak in a discount, just for you.” He winked.

The Pandora realized, the feeling from the purse… it felt like the Box.

She knew the consequences of opening the Box. Evil spiraled everywhere until she managed to close it. But she remembered one thing that stayed. Her curiosity itched at her, wanting to open the purse.

“Are you… okay, Miss Pandora?” the clerk asked.

She didn’t respond. Her slender fingers wrapped around the purse’s clasp slowly. The Box… the Box…

And then she opened the purse.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴀʀ - “ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴀᴋᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ 1 ᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ.”
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 174
ᴛɪᴍᴇ - 3 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ
ᴏᴘᴘᴏɴᴇɴᴛ - DashingDiamonds

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ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴀᴋᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ 1 ᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ.

I fell asleep on the kitchen counter somewhere around 4 am, because this is what happened.

I decided to bake a cake at 12 midnight, because I worked late and I was absolutely starving. so then I grabbed some flour, eggs, and all those ingredients, then whisked everything together.

I assume I added way too much baking powder.

Since I was really tired from work, I probably aded too much of it. Which resulted in my kitchen being exploded with cake batter.

when I opened the oven, a bunch of batter slapped onto my face and went everywhere–on the walls, on the counters, on the gosh darn fridge.It tasted good though, some of it landed in my mouth. But it tasted wayy too much like baking soda.

Then I took two darn hours trying to get the batter off the walls and appliances. it took thirty minutes for the walls, 25 for the stove, 12 for the fridge, and literally another hour for everything else.

This is why you shouldn't bake at 1 am.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴀʀ - “ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ.”
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 179
ᴛɪᴍᴇ - 3 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ
ᴏᴘᴘᴏɴᴇɴᴛ - DashingDiamonds

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ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ.

Finally. A water source. I ran toward the river that I saw in the distance. Ohh, I hope it isn't a mirage. Please don't be a mirage. The savannah is burning hot, although it feels more like a desert than anything. And if this water isn't a mirage but real, I really, really hope that it's potable.

I crouched at the edge of the river and dipped a hand in. it was kind of warm, in that not-so-pleasant feeling when you drink warm water at a theme park. I cupped my hands and took a sip.

Yeah, it was that not-so-good warm water. I didn't like it much, but it wasn't completely hot either. It felt a bit fresh too, like potable water should.

When I filled my thermos with water and stood up, I stopped, right before turning around.

There was someone, standing at the other side of the river. it was a rather wide river, but I could barely make out the details of the face. It was you.

And I knew that I would be saved.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #8 (ʙɪᴅᴀɪʟʏ #1) - ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 509 / 300 - 298 / 250 ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 500 / 400

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ᴛᴡᴏ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ

“ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ, ꜱʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀ, ꜰɪʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇ, ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴜᴘᴘʟʏ, ᴀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ.” @smartypantschlo <3

“ʟᴏᴏᴋ. ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇᴇᴋ, ᴏʀ ɪ ᴅᴏ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇʀ.” @opheliio <3

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ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ʟᴍᴀᴏ

“This is a bad idea.”

I trembled in our little cave, which was a tiny yet safe hiding spot. Julius was next to me, looking at the rocks on the ground.

He picked one up and looked at it curiously. “Did you know…” He raked at the stone floor with the rock. “Rocks are not just hard objects. They are food, shelter, fire starting device, building supply, a type of music, and a murder weapon.” *

I stared at him. “What?”

“Yup. We're in a giant rock right now–shelter. They can help start fires.” He raked at the ground again, but harder, and tiny sparks flew where the rock hit.

A scream echoed in the distance. “Well, who knows if someone used a rock as a murder weapon at this very moment.”

“Look,” I began. “I appreciate the lightheartedness you're adding to the situation, and it's kind of helping, but at the same time, it's also not helping. Do you know what I mean? Like–sure, it helps calm down, but it is NOT useful in focus and silence! Especially at the constant warfare that's going on outside!”

Julius cracked a smile.

“What?” I asked him.

“Well?”

“Well, what??”

He made a gesture toward the exit. “The scream.”

“The scream?! That's none of our business!”

“It could be one of our teammates.”

“I don't care?!?! I mean I do, but they're probably dead anyway??? I don't care enough to risk my own life!”

"Look. Either you peek, or I do. And we both know who’s the better seer.” *

I stayed silent for a moment, then spoke. “Yes, my vision might as well be supercharged, and it would be pretty useful in this situation. But I could die! The important thing is that we get out of here alive! Plus, I can't even see anything in the darkness.”

“Could you calm down your little hyperactive pessimistic brain, Cara?!” Julius barked. “We can even get out of here alive if you find a good escape route! Hell, someone can even find us if we stay here too long!”

“I'll calm down my ‘little hyperactive pessimistic brain’ if you calm down your life-threatening risk-it-for-the-biscuit die-now-ask-questions-later brain!” I cried at him. “I know that I may not be much of a risk-taker, but at least I'm being sensible!”

Julius scoffed at me, then faced the cave wall. “You are very uncooperative,” he said blandly.

“You are very demanding,” I sniped back.

We stayed like that for a bit, in silence, while the sounds of crickets chirped through the night. And he's clearly wanting me to do the risky stuff! If he really wants to know about anything, why won't he do it himself?

Every now and then, there would be the sound of a bullet.

I heard Julius sigh, and he turned to face me.

“I'm sorry, Cara,” he sighed.

“It's okay, I guess,” I replied back, but then noticed he meant something else, by the way he was looking at me.

“What?” I asked him.

Then he stood up and left the cave.

edit: DON'T KNOW WHY I DID A CLIFFHANGER DSJKFHSJDKF–NOTHING ELSE FIT

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #10 - ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ʙʟᴜʀʙ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 175 / 100
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 100? / 100

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴀᴄᴇ

“It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.”

Those were the words that 11-year-old Cara heard her mother say when she found out that her friend, Julius, had been chosen among others to be sent to the dangerous outland for population control. She wanted to risk herself and leave the tiny safe city, The Terrace, but couldn’t muster up the courage. But she knew, she would find him.

Five years later, 16-year-old Cara snuck out of the Terrace to find Julius, not even sure if he was still alive. She meets a man that she isn’t sure she can trust and ends up seeing Julius in an outlaw meet. But then things start to get dark… betrayals, disasters, and the truth behind the Terrace, make Cara wonder whether she should find her way back home, or if she should find a way to release the people of the Terrace.

The Terrace is a dystopian fiction with twists, turns, and surprises that will keep you at the edge of your seat. Intended for Young Adult (13+)

( Based on my March 8-9th bidaily, found here )

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ - ᴇꜱꜱᴀʏ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 658
ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ - ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴢᴏᴏꜱ ʙᴇ ʙᴀɴɴᴇᴅ

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ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ ʙᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪɴ ᴢᴏᴏꜱ?

Some people say that zoos should be banned, that they mistreat animals and is a complete waste of money, and that all the money they get is just to make more enclosures to “trap” animals. But zoos are actually a lot more beneficial to animals than you think. Animals should be kept in zoos because they try to help save the animals and are also beneficial for people.

First of all, zoos save animals of all kinds and all situations. They help protect as many endangered animals as they can. Source 1 says that the National Zoo in Washington D.C. formed the Cheetah Conservation Fund in Namibia, Africa, for the cheetahs that are at risk of extinction for being killed by farmers, and the San Diego Zoo is saving China’s giant panda, which cubs are already growing at the zoo. Zoos protect all kinds of animals, whether that be in their natural habitat, or an environment in the zoo. Source 3 also says that “the reintroduction of the red wolf in the southeastern United States after it had nearly gone extinct A species survival plan was used to bring the wolf back.” The zoos help reintroduce the animals back into the wild, and some have been highly successful. Zoos also help save animals from abuse, according to Source 3, “U.S. authorities seized six polar bears from a Mexican circus that was touring Puerto Rico. The bears had been abused and were severely malnourished. After being moved to zoos in the U.S., the bears recovered and had access to large water tanks and open spaces.” If that zoo were to be banned, the bears could have suffered more, and luckily, they saved them.

Next, zoos are beneficial for people in many ways, and the things they experience can help save animals. Source 3 describes that “ex-situ conservation on maintaining species survival somewhere outside the animal's natural habitat. Those who support ex-situ conservation argue that it provides researchers opportunities, can help preserve the genetic diversity of a species and can raise awareness about the importance of biodiversity.” The researchers can explore the ways that ex-situ provides biodiversity, helping keep natural ecosystems safe. The Association of Zoos and Aquariums (AZA) also believes that zoos that promote conservation through educational programs “are critical to public understanding of conservation,” and that “When they experience a stronger connection to nature, they are prompted to reconsider their role in environmental problems and conservation action and see themselves as part of the solution.” When kids experience an animal up close, they might want to help or want to keep the species safe, unlike looking at a picture.

On the other hand, some people say that zoos use inhumane methods, and that they are only for people’s enjoyment. Source 2 says that the money from expensive tickets is for zoo benefit only. They say that “increasing zoo ticket prices does not benefit animals, in the zoos or in the wild. The extra income goes toward building attractions that are meant to draw in greater crowds.” Source 3 reveals that the Captive Animals' Protection Society (CAPS) also says “wild animals in zoos suffer as their social, behavioral and physical needs cannot be met in unnatural man-made environments.” But most of the time, “conditions in zoos have improved immensely,” and that “zoos now emphasize creating habitats that look and feel more natural for the animals. Their homes mirror their natural habitat, with trees, ropes for climbing and artificial “natural” features like caves.” All of the zoos around the world vary in quality, but most of them managed to make an environment for the animals that gives them comfort and familiarity similar to their natural habitat.

In conclusion, zoos try to help save the animals, whether endangered or not, and are also beneficial for people and biodiversity. Animals should be kept in zoos, and that will help as many animals in risk as they can.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 200

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I typed as fast as I could, wanting to reach as many words as I can to even appear as participated. The word sprint I was doing was tiring, especially since I stopped and thought what else to type. When I typed, though, I clicked the keys so hard that it sounded really loud, like an old-fashioned typewriter could. I have about five unfinished novels and around ten unfinished works in general, many books with great potential that might never be finished. I get phases, whether they’re fandoms that I’m reading or just and urge of writing something, which makes me write in the first place. And most of the time, that phase runs out before I get to finish whatever I’m writing, and most of the time it’s before I even reach a quarter of the books. Sometimes I wonder if it’s the phase, or if it’s motivation, that gets trapped deep somewhere in my kind that I can’t get to, closed with a lock where the key is nowhere to be found. But the motivation is silent, not a hint of noise wanting to escape, not a single shout wanting to be free, to be useful, to work.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #12 - ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 203 / 200
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 200 / 200

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ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ, ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ.

Rain pattered on the roof, while the mountains stretched across the gray horizon. Clouds fogged around them so they blended with the sky, yet you can see the vast green of the trees and bushes, with a more vibrant color the closer they are. The flowers are the shape of bluebells yet vibrant yellow, and a fiery orange-ish red, dangling at the bushes and trees showing the landscape of the mountains. I sat there on that balcony, sipping a glass of hot chocolate (though it tasted more like water than chocolate itself.)

Later on, I breathed in the fresh air of mountains, in a cloud itself, smelling of humidity and rain to come, as the sky drizzles slowly. Tiny raindrops dotted my phone’s screen as I typed, and occasionally I wiped the screen on my jeans. At the foot of the mountain, I looked up at the vast figure of green. Around me are trees filled with red flowers, which dangled like red frozen icicles in a sea of green, and there is no sight of the bright blue sky, just a vast grey and white filled with clouds.

In Monserrate, I was, at the very top, breathing around clouds, writing among mountains.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴀʀ - “ᴅᴏᴜɢʜɴᴜᴛ?”
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 158
ᴛɪᴍᴇ - 3 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ
ᴏᴘᴘᴏɴᴇɴᴛ - luna724

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ᴅᴏᴜɢʜɴᴜᴛ?

I sighed, bored, not knowing what to do. The wind brushed my hair as I sat on top of the hill, waiting for someone, not sure when they'll be back. Then in the horizon, I saw a familiar face smiling, coming up the hill.

“Where have you been?” I asked him.

“Oh, it was a crazy day. This old lady was crossing a street full of cars so I helped her, then I crashed into a hotdog stand and paid the man around 40 bucks. Later I ran into our school building because I realized that I forgot my backpack, then rushed out and a pigeon pooped at me.” He mentioned his shoulder, which was dotted with a sticky white mass.

“Eugh, disgusting,” I said.

“And then this person handed me a bag, and I looked inside and pulled a thing out, and I was like, ‘Doughnut’?”

I laughed when he passed me a tiny doughnut. “Okay, then.”

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ / ʙɪ-ꜰɪ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 590

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ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛ

“Curiouser and curiouser.”

These are words worth a million thoughts, ideas, and playing cards. It all started in the main Bizarro-Fiction cabin…

“(first clue of the scavenger hunt) The second clue can be found where kin congregates and where enjoyment is the primary focus. Look where the spirit of Wonderland is truly reflected.”

This very first clue led me to the Cabin Guide, not sure if I skipped some or not. A small comment said,

“Inside :>”

So inside I went, and a sticky note was plastered on the pages, saying this:

“So you made it this far? Good job! The next clue is hidden in an empire where a monarch rules and order is kept.”

The empire and a monarch mean the Palace of Hearts, and order will be kept in the comments, where words are added and sorted to each individual. Somewhere down the line is the next clue:

“Once the Hatter, soon the Cat, find the other and tell her that You’ve found this too, and now you want a clue To hopefully guide and help you.”

This clue is somehow Clue number Five. I'm not sure which ones I skipped, but I haven't seen them so far. “Find the other” would be the Queen of Hearts, and I would have to ask her for the next clue.

Onward to the Queen's profile, I asked for the clue, and she gave me this:

“In the alternative location of one of Wonderland's rulers, you will find your next clue. On the original profile, it'll be tagged, waiting for you. To decide between the three of us, think of a word: the name of an animal, maybe a bird…”

Although at first I thought Birdi, I noticed that the Cheshire Cat was part of the next clue. The alternative location would be her alternative account, tagged on her profile comments,

“@GraceOBrien13-test”

On the alternative location, there was a project titled “bi-fi clue.” On it displayed a picture of a Canadian Goose and word tiles. Though it took me a while, I found out that it mentioned the Forest, which would be the Cheshire Cat's word count studio, and when I travel there, I find the next clue:

"--. --- --- … ."

This is Clue number Eight, featured in Morse code. After a bit of decoding, the morse code translates to

“GOOSE.”

I didn't know what to do with the information, since we already traveled across the Cheshire Cat's profile, so I had to ask for a hint, which was "finish the word and then talk to whoever it points to :)"

So I went to the Cheshire Cat's profile again and asked for a clue, and she responded with,

“Think of all the places that you have found clues already. Return to the first one to find our answer, and look in the deepest depths! You will find your answer there.”

“Return to the first one to find our answer…” That would be Clue number One in the main Bi-Fi cabin, “where kin congregates and where enjoyment is the primary focus. Look where the spirit of Wonderland is truly reflected.”

I needed another little nudge in the right direction, and this was the hint:

"Think about the place where the first clue was. Then, go to the lowest point there and you'll find your quote :)"

Aha! There, I knew what I was looking for. The Bi-Fi cabin, Bizarro Wonderland, down, down, down the comments, and when I reached the lowest point, there it was.


“curiouser and curiouser.”

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #13 - ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪʀᴏɴʏ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 321 / 300
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 500 / 400

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ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʟᴏʟ

“Oh, great. That’s just great.”

I sighed and looked down at my soaked clothes, holding my arms out at a weird angle. The car drove off, splashing other people with the puddles on the road.

The sun hasn’t been seen in the whole week. Most of the days it was drizzling, but on some, it has been absolutely pouring. Today had the miracle of not raining at all, just the occasional drops from roofs, soaked lawns and grasses, and puddles on the sidewalks and roads. The sun wasn’t showing, it was all cloudy, but at least it wasn’t pouring.

Hopefully it won’t be pouring.

I continued walking—a bit faster this time though—trying to get to my destination. Although it would be no use with wet clothes at all.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, so I took it out and saw I got a text message from my best friend, Chris. I unlocked my phone and looked at his message.


“Hey Lisa, don’t worry about leaving tonight, Troy’s party got canceled”


Well, that’s also just great! I was quite excited about Troy’s party (partly because I was going to an event with Chris), but guess that’s also off the calendar.

“How come?” I texted him.

A minute later he responded back.


“Apparently during the rain a tree fell on his roof

Thing is a little earlier today I saw no tree breaking into his house”

“Well, that’s Troy for you alright”


I put my phone away and kept walking. The puddles on the road made a rushing sound when cars drove over them, and one managed to soak my already-wet sneakers. Wonderful.

After a while, I saw a small group of girls from my school. One, who I noticed had a class with me, said “Ooh, I can’t wait to go to Troy’s party!”

I chuckled to myself. Well, heads up girlie. You’re in for a surprise later today.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴡᴇᴇᴋʟʏ #2 - ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ & ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ - { 194 / 100 } | { 119 / 100 } | { 519 / 500 } ||| { 832 / 700 }
ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - { 375 / 375 } | { 375 / 375 } | { 750 / 750 } ||| { 1500 / 1500 }

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1
ᴅᴏ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀxɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ
194 / 100 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

I stood underneath the tree, in a familiar place yet far away from home. Minuscule birds of all colors perched on the branches, birdsong everywhere yet they are seen nowhere.

I walked under the blazing sun, yet there was the occasional fresh breeze. There was the smollest red birb, with a thick line of black over its eyes, wrapped around its head, with black wings and a black tail. It has the tiniest beak. Later as I walked, I saw two smollest birbs with feathers the color of mangoes. They had a yellow body, yellowish-green wings and tails, and orange at the top of their head.

As I ate in a restaurant that was mostly out in the open, a fluffy calico cat snoozed in a chair at my table. As I walked back home, there was another mango bird hopping around at the foot of a tree, looking for seeds, and as I walked around bushes covered with red flowers, the was a rare sight of a dark greenish-blue hummingbird, the body as big as the size of the second section of your thumb, and feathers glowing in the sunlight like dark jades.

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2
ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ
119 / 100 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

I listened to one of my old songs by the title of At Your Side, claiming that no matter what happens, no matter the circumstances, we will stick together against the world. It gives an upbeat inspirational tune that we have to keep our spirits up despite what’s going on, and that our energy combined is worth more than a solo act. The song gives you a feeling of hope that two (or more!) minds are better than one.

Funnily enough, I “read” my song because it’s only lyrics. But I have quite the idea on how the rhythm and tunes go, and when I song it to myself I feel like I’m actually listening to the song itself.

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3
ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ
519 / 500 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

Chase walked in the wilderness along with Haynes, Dash, Kelly and Flora, the five of them following the map, along with an enemy turned friend, Scythe. Flora held her camera, ready to take pictures of birds, while Haynes was discussing the map with Kelly. Dash was sharping his sword, while Scythe walked gloomy at the back, his black hood up.

Chase ran up to Flora, who snapped a picture of a red bird with black wings and black headband pattern around his eyes.

“Hey Flora,” Chase said next to her.

“Oh!” Flora yelped, almost dropping her camera. “I didn’t see you there, Chase.” She gave a light laugh.

Chase pulled out a red orchid from his pocked and handed it to her. Flora gasped softly and took the flower.

“Oh, it’s beautiful. Thank you,” she smiled in the way that Chase always loved.

“Hey guys, see this riddle here?” Kelly asked, sweeping her brown hair out of her face. “It says ‘Feathers the color of Mango will lead you to the Altar of Shadows…’” she looked up and saw two small birds, around the size of the red one, with a yellow body, green wings, and an orangish head.

Like a mango.

“But that doesn’t make sense,” Dash began. “Those birds can fly anywhere, everywhere! Where are we supposed to find the real ‘feathers of mango?’”

“Guys…” Haynes began, pointing over Chase’s shoulder.

He turned and saw a tree of mangoes, but mango trees did not have leaves that looked like a bird’s feathers.

And right behind it, a weird cave.

“I am NOT going in there,” Dash said. Scythe glared at him then rolled his eyes.

“I’ll go then,” he said, and at everyone’s look, finished with “alone.”

Dash’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Are you crazy?! You are NOT going in there, at least not alone!”

“Face it guys,” Scythe shouted. “Kelly, what’s the next line?”

Kelly shifted her weight softly, then read the next line. “‘Trust those who betray you and betray those who trust you, in the dark alone, until you realize the truth.’”

“See? That means I’m going alone. End of line.”

“That is not what the riddle means,” Flora replied, frowning at him. “We’re running out of time, so if we’re going to decide something it has to be now.”

“We all go together,” Haynes said. “We all stick together. It doesn’t matter if someone wants to go alone, we go with him.”

“Haynes is right,” Chase said confidently, then in that small span of confidence, grabbed Flora’s hand. She looked up at him.

“No one is going alone.” He said.


No matter where you fly,
We’ll be with you~
No matter where you glide,
We’ll be with you~

No matter the dangerous dragons or caves
We’ll be with you~

We’ll be by your side~
Wherever you fly, wherever you glide!

Don’t worry about us,
We’ll be with you~
Though the trip alone you must,
We’ll be with you~

We’ll fight together until the end
We’ll be with you~

We’ll be by your side~
Don’t worry ‘bout us, together we must!

Edit: Typo issues, adding italics and updating weekly’s status

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #15 - ꜱᴡᴄ ꜰᴀɴ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 543 / 200
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 250 / 200

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ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ

I sat on one of the bouncy mushroom chairs, an amethyst deceiver with some white spots. I wrote on the piece of paper, trying to get my weekly finished. I was almost done, and should be able to submit it by the next day. I opened my binder—my writing thread—which was a mess because I haven’t organized it in a while.

A turtle suddenly flew in and smiled at me.

“Hey, Penny!” I waved at them. Penny the Turtle made a loop-the-loop and flew off.

I sighed and looked back at my paper. Great, I lost my roll. I groaned and shoved the paper… somewhere… in my binder, and stood up from the long table, which was from the Tea Party, heading for the Crossroads.

In there we a couple of campers, including Star, a member from the Forest, staring awkwardly at a water bottle. I grabbed one for myself and took a sip, then looked at the label.

✨ Purified Water ✨

I slowly put the bottle down with a weird expresison on my face, then spotted Goose, the Cheshire Cat.

“Hey Goose,” I waved to her. “Do you by any chance have Spring Water?”

Goose turned to look at me, then frowned, thinking. “Hmm, I’m not sure. If there isn’t any in our water pile, then I think the Fantasy Wishing Well should have some!”

“Alrighty, thanks!” I took a small search in the water pile and, finding only Purified Water, exited the Bi-Fi Wonderland cabin looking for Spring Water.

As I walked on the SWC grounds, I spotted a sci-fi camper, Donnie, collecting rocks on the ground, then felt a sudden need for chocolate. I headed toward the Poetry coffeehouse.

Inside, I spotted Paige, huddled around a pile of books. Another Poetry camper went up to her, and they started chatting.

Then I spotted Twi, a Horror co-leader, holding some mangoes in her arms, sneaking around the tables.

“Um,” I said, and Twi gasped and dropped the mangoes. They spontaneously combusted.

“TWI!” Another voice shouted, and I saw the other Horror leader, Mouse, pop her head out from the counter. “WHAT DID YOU DO???”

“Oops,” Twi said, then looked at me. “Hi Val…um, I’ll just head back to my mangoes!” Letting out a sudden laugh, she ran away, Mouse at her heels.

“Ookay,” I murmured, then left, heading toward the Fantasy Wishing Well. Nearby I saw Raya, a Fan-Fi co-leader, reading a book on the grass.

As I entered the Fantasy cabin, I saw the giant wishing well at the center, a few campers lingering around. I spotted River, one of the co-leaders, and went up to her.

“Hey,” I asked her. “Do you by any chance have Spring Water?”

River, Fairy Flora, looked at me. “I think we do.” She went somewhere and came back, holding a plastic cup. Then she dipped it in the well and handed it to me.

“Uhh,” I started as I grabbed the cup with caution. “Isn’t this supposed to be… magic?”

“Don’t worry about it!” River said, smiling. I took a sip, and indeed it tasted like Spring Water.

“Mmm… cave water,” I said to myself, then to River. “Thanks!”

“Of course,” she smiled, then dipped another cup and started drinking strawberry boba.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #16 - ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴀ ᴅᴀʏ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 177 / 100
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 100 / 100

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ᴀ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋʏ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ

I was suddenly engulfed in a forest full of bamboo, trees that stretched high in the sky producing cocoa. I equipped my axe and cut down a few cocoa, and with the beans I dropped, planted a few more.

I also came upon a giant bamboo stalk, so I cut down the base block and the rest of the bamboo fell in chunks. I counted around 27 bamboo total. I planted one in the ground, so it can grow to be another enormous bamboo stalk.

There was a sudden thump and rustling somewhere. In a hurry, I scrolled through my hotbar and equipped my iron sword, ready to attack anything that can attack me.

Out of the bushes came a tiny panda.

It was a playful panda, smiling with its tongue out like a puppy. The tiny panda charged at me, and I yelped as it pinned me down.

“What are you doing???” I yelped. The panda was licking my face. This was definitely not real-life panda behavior.

It sure seems to be Minecraft panda behavior, though.