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daily haiku, march 1

Quidditch. The famed sport if the wizard ig world. Despite only having been here for a few weeks, I had heard loads about the sport from older students and in flying class. Instantly, my interest had been piqued. It was like Hockey (field hockey/lacrosse) in the air, yet not. I wanted to be in one of these matches, and when I learned an older girl was hosting a quidditch match, I had signed on immediately. Only problem was I had no idea how to play. That’s why I found myself under a sweater and holding a broom on a completely empty training pitch. I had chosen not to bring any books after I had heard an older student say “Books won’t help you fly, only experience.”. A school broom was all I had for this match. Other students had all sorts of brooms, from Cleansweep 7’s to Nimbus 2000’s. The school brooms were anything that the fancy brooms weren’t i had heard the rule, no first years can own brooms. I wasn't sure how strict the rule was, for I had seen many first years with brooms of their own. Alas, I would have to make due with what I had.

I mounted the broom and kicked off the ground, enjoying the rush of wind in my face. I practiced the basic maneuvers. Lean left, swerve left. Lean right, swerve right. I wished someone else was on the field and I balls throw me could they so I could practice catching. I leaned forward on the broom, hoping to jerk the idea from my brain. I couldn’t shake the feeling I was missing something in my practice. That’s when it struck me. I was a chaser. I needed to learn how to catch and throw. Only one slight problem…
“Where am I going to find a…a…” she racked her brain for the proper term for the ball. ”A Quaffle. Where am I going to find one of those?" I took a speedy lap around the feild, searching for the ball, but nothing. Instead, I found some good sized rocks scattered about. An idea popped into my head. Couldn't I use these to practice? I landed near some of the rocks and picked one up. It was about the size of a volleyball, and as light as one, too. I tossed the air, once, twice, trying it to get a feel for it. This would have to work for now. I kicked off the ground and set off racing across the feild. I launched the rock up into the air and chased after it, trying to see whether I could or not. I plummeted, and with me the rock. I reached for it, and tried to catch it, just a few more inches…

The same moment i caught the rock i face planted onto the hard ground. “Training to be a seeker, ‘eh?” My face turned bright red. I wasn’t sure if it was because of how hard I hit my face or because my training had been practically useless. Although I wouldn’t mind being a seeker…so maybe it wasn’t all in vein.

March 1st Daily:❝Bonjour, my fellow writers! Welcome to another era of Starr Wants Cookies - er, Scratch Writing Camp ; ) It's introduction day, and in the spirit of creative endeavors, we challenge you to introduce yourself as a book! What genre would you be, what would your cover look like, and what texture would your pages have? Would you be a paperback, or hardcover? Do tell.❞

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Bonjour, my fellow writers! Welcome to another era of Starr Wants Cookies - er, Scratch Writing Camp ;) It's introduction day, and in the spirit of creative endeavours, we challenge you to introduce yourself as a book! What genre would you be, what would your cover look like, and what texture would your pages have? Would you be a paperback, or hardcover? Do tell.

I suppose if you wish to read me, I warn you of the dangers ahead. The cover was a faded red…I once indicated danger, and perhaps, I still do. I am an untouched but battered hardcover book. You would find me in the furthest corner of the library, hiding. What, I would ask, brings you to this corner of the library? Why do you wish to pick up a book no one wants to read? The pages would be blank, and the length and genre would be variable.

You never know what will happen next… Maybe when you flip through the pages, you’ll find a dystopian thriller. Or maybe, you’ll find pages full of neat handwriting and inked art. Or perhaps, if you’re lucky enough, you’ll find the true contents of the book. If you manage to unlock that, I do not know what will await you.

There would also be hidden tangents, but most of all, it all depends on the reader. If you ever decide to read me, be prepared to get papercuts…this book is not without hurt and pain. Perhaps, if you look hard enough, you’ll find a forest twisted with dark magic or a science fiction world with a villainess protagonist.

I will show you what I want, and what I don’t want you to see or read, you will not. However, if I don’t connect with you, expect a story of apathy or coldness.

But in order to find out what story you’ll read, first, you have to find me. Do be careful. I am often overlooked and sometimes, I feel invisible. Perhaps I will elude you eternally. Perhaps you’ll put me down after you get enough papercuts. Perhaps, you won’t pick me up at all and leave me in that corner of the library, never to be touched again.

Bonjour, my fellow writers! Welcome to another era of Starr Wants Cookies - er, Scratch Writing Camp It's introduction day, and in the spirit of creative endeavors, we challenge you to introduce yourself as a book! What genre would you be, what would your cover look like, and what texture would your pages have? Would you be a paperback, or hardcover? Do tell.

If I were to be a book, you would find me in almost every library, as I am a pretty common middle-schooler. Inside the library, you might have to look long and hard to find the book as it is easily overlooked. You might look either in the mystery section or in the W’s. It may take a little bit, but soon you’d find a book with a worn cover, showing off pages of writing in a journal. (A journal with a llama on the cover, although the llama looks as if it were straight from the sl@ught3r house.) A mixture of scents would tickle your nose at opening the pages. The pages, however faded from wear and tear, are well kept and look as though many hands before have touched them. The book, a hard cover, would look scratched, and if you look hard enough you may find details lurking right beneath the surface. Only problem was the detail was never the same for each person, and it would take many to reveal the entire mystery. The pages, pointed, sharp if you explore to far. The book, looking quite thin from the outside, has thousands of thin pages in the inside. Some pages are overlooked, others never found. Secrets are covered by the pages, and most may never be found.