dragon, serene, neon, record, nail

I am a dragon. A modern dragon. I am fluffy, and neon blue, and love sitting on my owner’s lap. Nothing bothers me, and I rule over all in the house. My owner couldn’t get by without me. She said so herself that “even with having to clip your nails every day, and you messing up my curtains and records, nothing would be as grand without you, Sylvie.” That may seem strange to you dumb, inferior human beings, so let me explain. My owner loves me very much. She also loves records. I love them too- because they get hot in the sun, and that’s where the ‘old-school’ record player is. I like sitting on them while they’re turning, so she usually ends up scolding me. I also have majestic battle weapons bestowed on me at birth. My claws. But my owner has to clip them because I cannot control them yet, in order to protect me. Thus, whenever I grow them back, I strengthen them on the curtains, to train my strength. My owner yells at me, but I’m sure she can see beneath the damage dealt that I am honing my weapons and using them for the greater good.

My owner is very calm. Serene, one might say. People say it all the time to her. They call her Serene. She is a nice person, for an introvert. I have to force her outside sometimes, and to that she always complains and moans that we should “be at home reading something” And while I must agree that sounds like a good idea, I must be strong and stay outside, as I am her caretaker. We like eating ice cream at the park. If you humans didn’t know, ice cream is the spice of life. We dragons can eat anything we wish, but I find ice cream the most enjoyable. It’s like eating a glacier with sugar! I even eat it on cold days. Delicious! After that, we usually head home to read. My owner loves to read with me on her lap. She strokes me and reads aloud, and I usually fall asleep. Like how I am now! Speaking of naps, I think it’s time for one. See you, and come back later! (or nap with me)

Poem:
Life-shattering days.
Like any other.
About to explode-
Smoking, awful, too late.
-taken from the first narrative paragraph of Rick Riordan's Daughter of the Deep
(Aka Uncle Rick's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea fanfic

TW: War, fire, death, bombs, basic war-ravaged dystopia stuff

Screams echo around the now-barren wasteland, ravaged by war and disaster. Year after year the Great Fall had terrorized the land, stretching beyond borders and through defenses, countries battling each other for profit, then getting wrecked by major disasters. Rinse and repeat. This cycle happened in such close succession, and for so long, that it was announced as an era. The Great Fall had been around for 100 years today and was still raging as bright as ever, city versus city, country versus country, continent versus continent, clashing of weapons, explosions imminent and expected. Still, this was life now. This was normal.

Marcus was yet again at school. This school, like any other, was built like a bomb shelter; metal and stone walls and steel bars over the window openings. Glass is no longer useful anyway. The school is poor, but all of them are. Just like any other day, the students stood and shared news among each other. Usually it was trivial bits like the latest price rise of bread or some gossip about an actress that was caught in a bombing. But today was different.

“The Great Fall is coming back around to Washington State”

With this alarming observation, class started for the day. Ignoring all protests and snores, the teacher barrelled through the lesson and sent them on. As the next class started, a rumble was felt through everything. The dormant volcano they had built the school next to started shaking. Mt. Rainier was preparing to unleash a devastating burp of destruction upon the earth. With this realization, the school was in chaos.

Above the school, helicopters were set on bombing Olympia, the capital of Washington state. But as the ripples from the volcano were felt through the air, billowing smoke, the helicopters dropped their payloads to lighten their load and sped home at top speed.

The bombs dropped on the school.

Marcus was surrounded by smoke and fire. The bombs had been enough to almost completely raze the school, without the eruption, but the events were dead set on happening. And both events were going to kill him. As the fire spread and the smoke filled his lungs and the lava engulfed him, the realization dawned upon him. It was too late.

He drowned in fire.

A lot of people bake things at 1am. it's a normal thing to do, right? But as normal and ordinary as it may seem to you, not many people do it, as baking pastries after dark at 1am is a bad idea. Curses surround those who do, curses by the names of sleep deprivation, grouchiness, sickness and pitiful empty stomach space. (you can also get cavities from these things) snacking or baking all night long has no good come of it, as breakfast is the most important meal of the day,

Weekly pt 1
TW some small mentions of blood and mild violence, if you're really sensitive to that stuff please don't read and then be a karen /lh /hj

When Julia opened the box in her family’s basement, she had not expected this. She had known her family had long been magic, but she had expected nothing like this. The box had always been chained, never seeing the light of day. Her family had never explicitly said not to open it, but they also definitely didn’t tell her to either. The box, now in splinters on the floor, lay behind a huge writing mass of fat, bone, muscle, and- and a heavy presence, weighing on her back. Her heart raced as she tried to remember any of the exorcism spells her mom had taught her, as if monsters could attack at any moment out in the middle-of-nowhere, aka Colorado, but her mind was blank as the thing slowly turned its head towards her, opening its mouth. Suddenly, it lunged, faster that the human eye could see, as Julis saw the life flash before her eyes- no, wait that was-

#1 Marcus’ head popped up, in the back of the bus from his school. A heavy magical sensation had popped up out of nowhere, straight from- oh sh**. Before he even knew it, he had jumped off the old, broken bus and was running to his house, magic boosting his legs as he prepared to fight whatever hurt his sister.
When he got there, he heard the tail end of a scream, dying off into the air. He ran down the flight of stairs to the source, grabbing his sword off the wall as he ran in front of her and held his sword up- and swung. The sword connected and took the ‘head’ off the beast. He quickly ran to his sister and hugged her as his mom burst in.

#2 Her mom, Florence, had had no choice but to leave her alone for the day, due to a witches’ convention that she was required to attend, over in Nebraska. Yes, only a few minutes over for her, but this event would surely take a whole day, and things would escalate from there. She was in the middle of yawning during a speech by one of the (much) older witches when she immediately felt the unsealing of the demon in the box that Julia opened. Oh no- she tore out of the convention, not caring about manners as she sped towards the house, hoping against hope that her baby was still alive.

She stopped at the end of the staircase to the basement, seeing the pooling blood from the demon staining the floor red, and snapping her fingers to condense it into a gem. Searching around, her eyes hungrily landed on Julia and Marco, running to them and collapsing on top of her, crying. Also making everyone uncomfortable.

#3 The demon knew he was screwed the moment that child burst in, wielding the Sword of Zahib. He moved faster than possible, and sliced the demon’s head off effortlessly, causing it to fall to the floor, writhing in pain. It lay there for a few minutes after its tantrum, watching the little family cry together, a sort of… familiarity? Arousing in its heart. It narrowed its eyes. It did not like this family- it made it feel icky inside. Deciding to finish them off, it finished regrowing its head and lunged at them again, before getting hit with an immense pain in the head as memories flooded back to i-h-t-i-m ihtim hitmi itm hii imh mih ti it him

The entity screamed as the blade worked its magic on it-him, restoring his/its memories of before being turned in the most painful way possible.

The demon writhed on the floor before shrinking and disappearing in a flash of gold and ash, the two things, <Demon> and <Soul> separated and fluttered away in the breeze.

The crisis was over.
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Weekly pt 2

#1 Sylvie the Elf wanders thru the forest (beginning, lighthearted)

Sylvie took in the sights and sounds of the forest slowly, drinking the aura in, feeling more recharged with every breath. The forest always seemed to calm her down. It was her favorite spot in the whole world, which was odd, as she was a fire fae. Fire fae usually preferred louder, more chaotic spots, like volcanoes. But in this instance, she was the exception. Sylvie passed through the closely-knit branches, weaving in and out of brambles and pitfalls and over springs and around fauns. She jumped over one last branch and stopped abruptly in front of a particularly gnarled one.

#2 Sylvie encounters a part that she’s never seen. It’s scary, but curiosity wins over and she wanders in (suspense)

The forest ahead was dark and foreboding. Sylvie looked around her and realized she had come a lot farther than she thought she had, probably lost in thought. Come to think of it, I did climb that one random cliff I thought an earth fae had made. Maybe that was a natural cliff. She faced the forest, then looked up at the afternoon sky. I think I have time before dark, right? I can explore- but it looks so scary! After a few more minutes of indecisiveness, she entered. It was a dark, weird place. There was no movement, sound, or smells aside from her own. Sylvie shivered, overcome with a chill and twinge or fear that only lasted a second, but left her shocked. This place is something else.

#3 Sylvie realizes she’s lost just as something jumps at her (suspense, climax)

As she slowly wandered through the forest, it got darker and darker, so gradually that Sylvie didn’t even notice until it was almost dark as midnight. She stopped at that moment, and looked around realizing she was lost. Terror struck through her heart as the darkness pressed around her, heightening her anxiety. With a shaky hand, she summoned some flames to light her path. As she did, a rustle was heard in the deafening silence. She whirled around, hoping to spot a shadow or forest fae, a friend, a squirrel- anything! Two eyes locked onto her in the dark, and charged. As it leaped, Sylvie let out a loud shriek-

#4 Sylvie whips out her magic to defend herself, and gets knocked back; fight ensues with the bloodthirsty unicorn (conflict, intense)

-And whirled out a fiery barrier, just as the unicorn‘s forelegs came down. The creature’s hooves thudded next to her, slamming onto the hard earth, throwing up small clods of earth. Skidding backwards, Sylvie just barely avoided being knocked into a tree. The unicorn tilted its head down and charged, intent on spearing her with the sharpened, sadly un-magical point on its head. Sylvie barely had time to think. As the equine monster quickly approached, Sylvie saw her opening. Preparing a barrier perched at a diagonal angle in front of her, she waited until the unicorn was inches away from spearing her- then stepped on her barrier and jumped.

#5 Sylvie manages to leap on the beast’s back and forces it to ride her out of the forest where other elves help calm the animal (resolution, job well done)

She landed square on the beast’s back! Backwards, of course, and boy oh boy that hurt, but she was alive! Life! ShE lIvEd! The unicorn bucked and shook, trying to get her off, but Sylvie quickly twisted her position around and covered the poor thing’s eyes so that it calmed down. After that, it was a matter of finding something to tie around the horse’s muzzle so that she could ride it home, to the beast fae’s animal taming enclosure. After a long ride back through the forest, the pair were back at the fae village. The faerie guards had just switched out for the night, and were pleased to have at least some excitement getting the unicorn to the beast fae. Sylvie was honestly just glad it was over. She plopped back into her comfy bed and knocked out.
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Weekly pt 3

A rather sleep-deprived college student writes a story where she goes back to her cringe middle school years to redo them. Switches between 2029 timeline and 2021-2022 school years in story. There is a this-happened/that-happened, but the 2029 timeline will be all descriptive and stuff. No name mentioned in the story (until end??)
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-2029
-2021

-starts off with a descriptive narrative of how the student sits down to start writing
-start doc
-open with her waking up in her 11 year old body. She shrieks at first, but then realizes that she wrote this. Shocked, but hoping she didn’t write anything too cringe, she then realizes she needs to go to school and is panicked.
-arrives at school, remembers her shyness and inwardly curses. Then proceeds to introduce herself to some good friends she remembers making later in the years and kicking it off with them.
-notices a friend who dies later in the years
-author grimaces and bites lip, emotional and decides to make young her save her.
-timeskip around and show like a school/home/friend montage
-simultaneously show a rollercoaster on-off rush/slow writing days
-until the day the one friend is supposed to die
-the poor student stares at the screen, wondering what to do, then just shrugs and decides to do whatever
-friend pov
-leaves school, promising to see them on Saturday, notices young author acting weird and sad and quips a joke, which earns a laugh and a wave goodbye “hey, don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das, and das not good!”
-college student writes something, then shakes head and erases
-she ends up following friend and grabbing her when she falls off a bridge, barely saving her from falling into a rough river.
-college student closes computer and goes to bed, going to sleep.
-she wakes up in her 11 year old body…
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Weekly final part!

A college student cringes yet again over a trivial embarrassment from her middle school years. Unable to sleep, she decides to do something about these years. Opening her laptop, she opens yet another tab in her ever-growing collection.thinking back to 6 years ago, she remembered all the things that happened back then that she hated, most of all her friendlessness. She decided to start from the beginning of middle school and rewrite it.

Opening the doc, she titled it “Revised Middle School years lmao”. Seeing the blank page, she was thrown into a bit of a ditch. What was going to come first?? She eventually started with a simple “She woke up.”

She woke up. Much to her displeasure, to her cringey middle-school spongebob-theme-song alarm audio- “WAIT WAIT WAIT WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON-” she screamed. wait- ohhhhhhhhhh, she had written herself into this situation. Well, that sucked. Then it hit her. “WAIT TODAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE I DIDN’T PACK LAST NIGHT NOOOOOO-” jumping out of bed, she ran to conquer this new dilemma.

Running into her new school, she was met with thousands of people all cramming into the auditorium. Cringing at the amount of people, she began to inch away- until she realized, aloud, “My antisocial little personality was the reason I didn’t have friends until high school!” Looking around, she noticed a few people that she kinda remembered- walking up to them one by one, she introduced herself, (horribly) and by the end of the day, had a pretty reasonable friendgroup! She looked around at them, satisfied with her socialization skills- until she spotted that one friend- her best friend.

The author remembered her best friend vividly. They had had so much fun together- Michelle and her- until she died, washed up on the banks of a river. Taking a deep breath, the author decided that, if nothing else, she would have herself save her friend.

Finally completing her friendgroup with the newest addition of her BFF, she laughed and promised to see them all the next day. Waving goodbye, she boarded the bus and rode home, blasting music through her earbuds.

The next year passed by happily, fun times had by all, friends and family laughing and enjoying each other’s company. They went to the fair, Disneyworld, the aquarium, and the zoo. They went out for ice cream and walks, they laughed and cried and fooled around.

The author rushed in and out of the door, sometimes writing one sentence, sometimes writing hundreds. Recording every last bit of her middle school years, realistically, but the way she thought was best became her pastime and decompressing/recuperating hobby. Sometimes the memories of her life before drove her crazy as heck, other times she hit the perfect groove and wrote all afternoon. Everything was great, and months later, she finally reached the purpose of the story- saving her friend.

Michelle was hanging out with her friends, as usual, and was about to walk home. As she said her goodbyes for the weekend, she noticed her best friend looking a little down. Panicking, as her friend wasn’t usually this down, she quickly whipped up some fingerguns and quipped, “hey, don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das, and das not good!” she stared at her bestie until she smiled a little and said “heh. I’m not sad. Just thinking. See ya later!” Smiling, Michelle ran off on her pathway to her home.

Tightening her lips into a line, the author wrote something, then erased it. The interaction wasn’t enough to save Michelle. Thinking, she settled on another option-

Stalking.

“It isn’t stalking. I’m just following her to make sure she stays okay!” she tried to console herself, ducking behind a pole to keep out of her BFF’s line of sight. She had been following her for a few minutes now, seeing as her friend lived just out of city limits and preferred to walk home. Seeing the open land ahead, she inwardly cringed, knowing she’d get caught. She carried on nevertheless, holding Michelle’s pencilcase in her hands so that she’d have an (albeit weak) excuse to be up there following her.

As she approached the (sharply downwards slanting) wooden bridge, Michelle heard a sizzling noise. Whipping her head around, her feet hooked around each other, and she tripped face first towards the 10-foot drop into the wildly frothing river- until she was stopped by a yank on the back of her shirt.

She noticed Michelle tripping as if in slow motion. Running as fast as her legs could carry her, she ran to grab her best friend before the cruel force of gravity claimed her. Grabbing at the back of her pink shirt, She tugged, barely stopping Michelle from going over. Pulling her up, she pulled her into a hug, crying. Michelle wasn’t 100% sure what was going on, but she hugged her back, whispering, “thank you for saving me… Katie.”

Katie closed her computer, tired after writing until 12:30am again. Closing her laptop and flopping into bed, she snuggled up into her blankets for the night. She kinda wished that what she wrote could come true. Not all of it was completely realistic, but it was great, and she desperately wanted to be at school with her friends again, instead of at college, where everything was busy and tiring. With these thoughts in the front of her mind, she drifted off-

She woke up. Much to her displeasure, to her cringey middle-school spongebob-theme-song alarm audio…

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2570 words total!! 2:00 am exactly!

Thinking of using this for the writing comp!!