woo word war :]

It had started simply, with a midnight craving for croissants.
It had started simply, with preheating the oven and taking out the slabs of butter.
Rolling out the dough . . . moving it to the side and slicing it in strips. Kneading butter into every crack and crevice. Yawning as I did, but not too often. The work was a natural caffeine, a ritual, by now.
I had worked for years this way. Others awoke at 5 or 6, but somehow I was so much more awake in the wee hours of the day. Then I would sleep before opening the shop.
It was a long night.
And, as always, the ghost came to say hello.
It was my ghost. My croissant ghost. It only appeared when the butter came out of the fridge. Never before, never after. It disappeared as soon as they went into people’s mouths and bags. Once all my croissants were gone, so was the ghost.
Tonight, I was especially tired, and barely paid attention to it. It did its habitual circumvention of the room, perhaps smelling the scents of the pastries as it went. I didn’t know what it was doing, but I didn’t mind the company, if it could be called that.
I sighed, slicing up the butter and placing it along the length of the croissant dough as I rolled it up.
Then, I’m sorry to say, me, the little night owl that I am . . .
I fell asleep.
I’m not quite sure how it happened.
The ghost was humming a quiet tune behind me. It sounded like a lullaby, though not one I’d ever heard.
The smell of baking danishes rose to my nostrils along with a puff of flour as I slammed down a fresh —



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I did repeat a phrase right next to each other at the begging so if youd like to not count those. thats fine! its just how I write especially under pressure pasdfhlfjkdsda /lh /g
+291 words


also I know nothign about how bakeries work sobs this is likely inaccurate PFFT /lh

word war- the most random one yet (219 words w/ @Sandy-Dunes

I jumped out of bed, having a new mindset. I was ready for this. This, meaning my track competition. I took a shower, did my warmps and everything. I was definitely ready. I didn't even take the car, I just ran to the competitions as a warm up. I was determined to win. No. I knew i would win So I got ready mentally and physically and got myself a drink before starting at the start line. The ref fired a g8n and that signaled mye to run for my life. Everything was a blur and I couldnt see a thing, but I was living for it. I knew I would win. I couldnt feel anything, just adrenaline trickling through my bones. I smiled, the wind slapping my face. But it felt good, felt good to win. I could see my opponent on my right, and i knew i had to pick up the pace. I ran as fast as I could, this time my ankles and knees hurt. But I had to win. For my parents to see me as, well, not a failure. I ran for my life, struggling to maintain my balance. And then, I fell on the floor, my eyes closing. My whole body ached and I couldnt take it anymore. I was a loser.

Mango's Word War proof post!

Word war with aqua-vibes || 284 words || Don't mind me, I didn't know what to write, so I just wrote something Nintendo related…
Why is everyone such a jerk around here? Everyone just decides to go around, hurting us for no good reason! This is why I hate Rogueport….
I sighed as I looked around, hoping to find some place to do something, mostly study the legendary treasure of this filthy, awful town. I was almost tempted to just leave! But then, I saw something quite fascinating….
Princess Peach!? What was she doing in a place like this!? I looked over at her, then down at the ground. I must’ve zoned out for a while, because when I snapped back into reality, she was gone. It didn’t feel like that long, funny enough…
I looked around to see where she could’ve gone, but while I did, a bunch of weird guys in weird costumes surrounded me. Uh-oh, this seemed pretty hopeless now… I sighed as I allowed them to just take me. I should’ve listened to myself when I wanted to go home…
Luckily, someone else came, another well-known person.
“Oh my gosh! It’s the world famous Mario!” I exclaimed to that stunning guy in a red cap, hoping to catch his attention. It did, and he began to beat up all of those weird dudes.
“Ugh, thanks for saving me back there…” I said as we reached somewhere safe, sort of tired. Mario nodded, as if he were saying “You’re welcome”. I forgot he’s not a very talkative guy, but he says so much with his actions, and I adore him more for that! I suddenly had an instinct to just come up to him, and look at him in his stunning eyes…
No Goombella, snap out of it! No one like you could like Mario…

ellie and evan and joe (oh no) || fanfic splotching thing

'So, uh, it's like. This. Right?'
Ellie fingers her hair. Her eyes don't quite meet Evans.
'Almost!' His smile is so bright. Every time she tries to smile she's like ninety percent sure it looks completely forced. Even if she doesn't want it to.
They're sitting on a bench in the park, and Ellie is perfectly aware of how alone they are. There aren't any dog walkers or kids. It's just them.
Evan and Ellie and only the papers in-between.
'You see, radiant is three syllables,' He says the word slowly. ‘Ra-di-ant.’ His face lights up at the words like he's delighted just by the sound of it.
The whole universe seems to surprise him most of the time. Like, wow, I'm alive! And the world is pretty! And words are pretty! And he's a little bit absurd and crazy and absolutely fantastic.
Ellie isn't sure what to think of him. But she is sure that she wants to keep seeing that smile.
'Well,' She says, with a grin that she hopes definitely does not look forced. ‘I’ve always sorta more pronounced it like two syllables. Ra-diant,' She hopes she doesn't sound insane or stupid or anything. ‘Like that. Y’know?'
His eyes light up. ‘Oh yeah, I get it! Ra-diant.’ He tests out the word slowly, relearning it all over again. ‘Radiant. Radiant!’ Evan grabs her hands all excitedly. ‘Radiant, radiant, radiant.’ They say it together until it turns into something like a song and they collapse into a billion giggles.
'You're a very silly girl, Ellie.' Evan says. And Ellie blinks. And smiles. And Evan's eyes catch hers and they're the sun.
'You should smile more, Ellie.' He says.
'Really?' She begins.
And then a pizza box lands on his head.
'Hey, this is your pizza from dominionsoes.'
The tag on his chest reads joe. With a lowercase j. The look on his face reads bored. The fact that he's not even in uniform reads that he does not care in the slightest.
'Ow.' Evan mumbles. Apparently, joe threw the pizza box at them. It's now sitting on the ground, half open, pizza thrown out of it and splayed on the grass.
'Are you okay?' Ellie's immediate attention is on Evan. ‘Does it hurt?’ That was stupid of her. He just said ow.
'Not too much. Just a box.' Evan glances up at joe. ‘Hey, don’t you mean dominoes?'
'probably.' joe somehow says this in lowercase letters and incorrect grammar. He reaches up and runs a hand through a bed of hair that is so messy Ellie's half sure that he just woke up.
'How do you not know the name of the place where you work?'
'my dear wonderful lizard person, i work at like five different fast-food restaurants.' Evidently, even joe has to use commas when speaking.
'Lizard person?' Ellie asks, completely flabbergasted. Did she just use the word flabbergasted? The absurdity of joe seems contagious.
'we're all lizard people.' joe says. ‘reality is a simulation. a lie. we’re characters in short stories written by teenagers. the government is fibbing. Liar-liar-pants-on-fire.'
joe pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. He then holds up two fingers on his right hand, one on the left. ‘It’s such a boring game.'
'What?'
'two truths and a lie. dull. immature. uncreative.'
Evan blinks. Ellie stares. Neither of the two have the slightest idea what is going on. When exactly did this conversation veer off into the topic of two truths and a lie? When exactly did this go from homework to people who are obviously not right in the head?
'I mean,' Evan tries to speak first. ‘Personally, I like the game. But, you do you!’ He adds. ‘You’re perfectly entitled to your own opinion. Don't let me change your mind!'
'i wasn't planning to.' Joe picks up a slice of pizza from the grass. Ellie winces as he bites into it.
'You do…' Ellie speak slowly, lingering on her words like she isn't sure they're safe. ‘You do know that that was. In the grass?’
'yep. the grass is where all the flavor comes from. i'd offer you two some but you'd say no.' joe points the pizza at her. ‘right?’
'Uhm.'
'oh, what's this?' joe peers closer at the papers. 'you kids writing poetry? oh god, haikus?' His voice is stained in contempt. ‘really, i expected better-what’s this?'
'Wait-don't-' Ellie fumbles her papers away, but joe is surprisingly fast.
'shiny summertime, a radiant, easy laugh sings, betrayed by the eyes.'
'wow,' joe says upon finishing. 'i mean my expectations were low, but wow.'
'Hey, what the-' Evan jumps forward, shielding Ellie as she hides her face-and the blush creeping up it.
'swearing isn't allowed, kiddo.' joe chides. ‘this will all end up on a kids website, remember.’ He runs a hand through graying hairs and mutters something that sounds like ‘they really are straight outta wattpadd’
'what?' Ellie hands jump to her mouth. She's speaking like him. Lowercase letters. Oh no, what if she starts thinking that way too?
'nothing.' joe smirks, taking a bit out of his pizza. ‘you sure you kids don’t want it?'
Confused staring.
A sigh. ‘kids nowadays.’
and then he walks away, leaving two very confused lovebirds thinking in lowercase.


plot twist:neither of them ordered pizza

word war w/ @Weirdly Angie

Looking back, it was all the strawberry's fault. Who knew a tiny red fruit could cause so much trouble? Certainly not me. In fact, I loved strawberries. They used to be my favorite fruit. Well, I guess I better start from the beginning, because everyone knows it takes a lot to hate strawberries. It all started yesterday when I went downstairs for a midnight snack. I opened the fridge, looking for the carton of strawberries. Normally they were right next to all the other fruits, and I had just bought a new container of them that day, so I definitely didn't expect them to be missing. I searched the entire fridge, pulling out everything and putting on the table. But once it was completely empty, the strawberries were no where to be found! Sighing, I started putting everything back in the fridge. That was when I noticed that a strawberry was on the ground. Curious, I bent down and picked it up, when I saw another strawberry on the floor right next to it. “Huh,” I muttered. A trail of strawberries led me all around my kitchen table, until finally it stopped by the trash can. I stopped. I hadn't put the fresh strawberries in the trash can, right? I opened the lid cautiously, and gasped when I saw what was inside.

222 words

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This may sound crazy, but when I look back, I can say with confidence that it was all the strawberry's fault. Don't believe me? Just wait until you hear this story. Yes, I know, it was just a small piece of fruit, but it caused more chaos than you can possibly imagine.  It all started on a normal day, when my brother, Jay, came into the room, shouting. “Who took my strawberry? Where's my strawberry?” “Would you chill?” I snapped. “No one took your silly strawberry. You probably ate it.” “I would never eat it! It's my best friend.”
  I rolled my eyes. “It's a stupid piece of fruit, Jay. It's just going to rot if you don't eat it.”  oops, I should have known better- Jay's eyes immediately filled with tears, making it clear that a tantrum was coming. This was growing ridiculous. Ever

Word War: March 6th Against Pinkmouse773, 5 mins long: “Looking back, it was all the strawberry's fault.”
312 words
Looking back, it was all the strawberry's fault. If not for that one strawberry being found, we wouldn't have spent all that time picking stupid strawberries. Starr found one, so we went to pick a bunch! But I had no idea I was allergic to strawberries. So there I was, picking my strawberries, just minding my own business, when I notice a bump on my arm, which was from picking strawberries. I noticed it because it hurt, and it was starting to itch. I assumed it was a bee sting, and continued to pick strawberries. But just in case, I showed Starr. “Oh yeah, that looks like a bee sting. You can put something on it when you get home.” So I kept picking strawberries. By the time we finished, I had another bump on my other arm, but assumed it was another bee sting. “Hey look, starr, another bee sting! We should get out of here.” Starr agreed, saying “Yeah, my basket's full anyways.” So we went off to our picnic with our freshly packed fruit. We had pie, and sandwiches, and cookies! I was enjoying our blackberries and blueberries, but then I ate a strawberry. I immediately broke out in hives! I started to panic - “Starr, I think I'm allergic to strawberries!” So we rushed to the emergency room, and they gave me some medicine and took a test. Yes, I'm severely allergic to strawberries. I don't know why, and I don't think it's my fault - it's that darn strawberry's! I still don't know how I didn't know this before - I guess I've just never had that many strawberries in my life. But it was definitely the strawberry's fault. I mean, now I'm sitting here on the emergency room hospital bed with a swollen face, arms, and hands. This is terrible! And I just know it was all the strawberry.

March 6th || Word war with shes-a-lady || 5 minutes || No prompt
410 words
This is me writing/doing a word war! I keep re writing words because of spelling or because I don't like what I said but I have to remind myself to only do it for spelling because this is a word war and I just want to write as many things as possible, not re write sentences because they're not very good! I also have to stop pausing to scratch my nose. I shouldn't care so much because I already won a word war, so I can't earn points for this, hence it not really mattering whether I stop and pause to scratch my nose or not, but still. Might as well stop other cabins from earning points, right? Besides, I do want to write as many words as possible, because it adds to my word count. Although that might not be as good because then our cabin won't get backups which means more campers, more words, and more points! But we'd have to not be doing as well to be getting backups. I'm pretty sure I'm unintentionally playing a game of fortunately, unfortunately by myself here in this word war. Doing word wars with no prompt can be good because you can just do stream of consciousness writing, but sometimes you can get stuck and not know what to write. But the same thing /can/ happen with prompts if the prompt isn't making anything come up in your brain and stuff, I guess. Like right now, I'm running out of things to say, so I'm just writing this filler sentence, about how I don't know what to say, until something else to say comes into my mind. I guess this whole thing is technically filler, but still. I mean, it's just me writing about writing a word war for a word war, if you know what I mean. And then adding a bunch of extra words just because I need to write words. I should do an experiment, about whether writing with prompts is easier for me or harder, writing as many words as possible wise. I think this no prompt one is winning by a lot so far, but we'll see. And sometimes I do get really stuck with no prompt. But this is only my second word war this session so yeah. I could write so many words by just doing word wars, though! And yes, this is definetly more words than I wrote with a prompt.

♔ weekly #1
3170 words total

tws: death, m/rder, guns - please don't read if you're sensitive with any of these topics!

Part one - time travel mechanics and butterfly effect
(659 words total)

(starting event / 123 words)

It was only when the ship had landed ashore that I noticed I still had the key.
“Godd/mmit Cy, did you really have to bring something back with you? We’ve been over this! You ever heard about the butterfly effect? What happens if you’ve stopped someone from being born by taking that key? What if you just caused the end of the world or- or something?
Elio’s tirade spilled over the boat’s edge, following me all the way down the gangplank and out onto the dock.
“This isn’t something you can fix! You stole something from the godd/mn past, Cy, you can’t put it back!”
I zoned out halfway through. All I did was pocket a key, it can’t be that bad.
…Right?

(looking back on this elio is very out of character haha)


(outcome 1 / 184 words)

I didn’t notice the key had fallen out of my jacket until I was halfway down the street.
Turning back around, I searched the pavement for a gleam of metal. I heard it fall, right? It can’t be far.
And then I saw the two kids hurrying away, one of them clutching something awfully shiny in her hand.
“OI! GET BACK HERE!” I take off after them, my jacket flapping wildly behind me. That was my only house key - d/mn those stupid kids. I’ll get it back from them. I will.
But when I turn the corner, they aren’t anywhere to be seen. What? I swear I saw them go this way-
No matter. I’ll tell the police, I’ll get it back - and if they can’t find those kids, I’ll do it myself.

(expansion / what happens next - the guy becomes a police officer and works for the police for many many years, trying to find the kids that stole his key and get his long-awaited vengeance. He never finds them, but he eventually gets arrested on charges of assaulting two kids with a key)


(outcomes 2 / 136 words)


I didn’t notice the key had fallen out of my jacket until I was halfway down the street.
I started patting down my pockets. I swear I had it this morning. Didn’t I? It must have fallen out. Must have.
Or maybe I left it at home. Yes, that’s it - I remember seeing it on the kitchen bench this morning. I never took it out of the house at all.
…but I locked the door, didn’t I?
D/mn it. I quickened my pace, hurrying my steps. Soon I was sprinting (I didn’t remember the walk home being this long?), I was gasping, the world became a blur around me –
And suddenly I trip. I fall to the pavement. I hit my head, I lose consciousness…

(expansion / what happens next - the ambulance doesn’t get there in time.)


(outcome 3 / 216 words)


I didn’t notice the key had fallen out of my jacket until I was halfway down the street.
I didn’t notice the key had fallen out of my jacket at all.
I walk home at a lovely leisurely pace. I don’t see two kids hurrying around the corner. I don’t trip and hit my head. Instead I noticed the clouds, thinking about what a nice day it was.
Until I got home, tried the door (locked, of course) and realised that d/mn key is nowhere to be found.
I pull my phone from my bag, my fingers fumbling on the keyboard.
I’m locked out. You had a key for my house, didn’t you?
I press send. And I wait.
And wait. (andwaitandwaitandwaitandwait-)
My phone rings –
“You’re seriously locked out? I left my key with you, remember? Does anyone else have a key?”
“No.”
“Can you get a new one?”
“Not without the old one, no.”
“D/mn.”
“Yep.”
“…Could you break a window?”
“I have bulletproof glass.”
“Why on earth do you have bulletproof glass???”
“Security. So people can’t get in.”
“That ain’t helpful if you can’t get in either!!”
“…Fair point.”

(expansion / what happens next - he can’t get into his house & becomes homeless (but he meets a lovely stray cat - and they can live in harmonee <3 ((if anyone gets this reference i’ll love you forever)))

Part Two - Linear Timelines
(668 words total)


(cy and elio’s origin story <3)

Plot point one: Cy and Elio are exploring caves on a beach. (exposition)
(elaboration: Cy and Elio are both eleven years old, and they’re best friends. They’ve just sneaked away from a ‘boring’ party thrown by their parents, in search for something more interesting to do. They go down to the beach (which is rocky, windswept, grey and covered in a layer of mist – they can barely see each other through it). After walking for a while, they find a less misty cove pockmarked with small, dark caves - which they play in and explore. Cy scares Elio with her stories of cave-monsters, he argues that they aren’t real, they playfully fight until Cy pushes Elio into… something.)
Plot point two: They discover a strange, abandoned pirate ship washed up on the beach. (rising action)
(They find out that Cy had pushed Elio into something big, hard and made (at least partially) of wood. They notice a line of writing carved into the wood - it looks like a name or a title, in fancy old-fashioned calligraphy. (Cy decided that it was too hard to read, but Elio managed to read it - it says ‘the drifter’) Cy then begins waving her hands around to dissipate the mist, and the mist begins to clear (which Cy insisted was her doing - it wasn’t). They realise the something Elio had bumped into was, in fact, a massive pirate ship washed up on the beach - but still in perfect condition.)
Plot point three: Cy persuades Elio to go inside the ship with her. (more rising action)
(Cy climbs over the side of the ship and begins to explore the deck. She calls down for Elio to come with her, but they’re creeped out by the mysterious ship and he doesn’t want to go inside. Cy decides that she’ll explore the inside / belowdecks of the ship anyway, and Elio really doesn’t want to be left on their own, so he eventually climbs onto the side of the boat and joins Cy on the deck. The mist begins to come back in, the atmosphere is creepy and mysterious. Elio keeps saying that it isn’t a good idea, but they follow Cy into the inside of the ship anyway.)
Plot point four: They haven’t realised the tides risen while they’ve been inside – the ship’s floating away and they’re still on it! (climax!!!)
(The rooms on the inside of the ship are dark and cold - but they don’t look like the rooms of an abandoned ship at all. There’s papers scattered over desks, still-warm candles on the tables, beds that are unmade. It looks like people only just left. This scares Elio, and he finally manages to persuade Cy to leave the ship with him - but when they get on the deck, they see that the mist has cleared… and they’re in the water. The tide had risen while they were exploring and the ship was floating (even, impossibly, sailing) away from the shore with surprising speed. The beach is only a line in the distance and getting further away every second.)
Plot point five: There’s suddenly a BANG, and the ship sails into a mysterious light… (ending & cliffhanger >:))
(The ship’s on the open sea now, the coast out of sight. Cy and Elio are frantically trying to turn the ship around, but nothing works. There’s no wheel, no helm, nothing to steer with. Cy’s getting ready to swim all the way back to shore when Elio finds a room full of strange gadgets - they press a few buttons and turn something on and suddenly there’s a defending BANG and the sea has disappeared - they’re now sailing through a strange expanse of pure, blindingly-white nothing. The nothing gets brighter and brighter, until the friends can’t look at it anymore, and they feel the strangest sensation…)


(ending explanation - this is the ship that can travel through time! they don’t know it yet, but this is cy and elio’s first trip into the past.)

Part Three - Non-Linear Timelines
(934 words total)

(im not too happy with this - i wrote a whole three pages of timelines and differing realities, and in the end I couldn't even include most of that because this was getting way too long already xD)

Summary: A mysterious man uses time travel to commit untraceable crimes and assassinations for a price. Cy and Elio, as time travelling pirates (privateers ), are determined to find him and stop him - but little do they know, he’s tried to k/ll them for a client once before. When Cy and Elio try to thwart one of his more recent crimes, he recognises them and decides to finish what he started years before, by attempting to m/rder them before they find their time travelling pirate ship. Cy and Elio need to use their memories to go back in time and save their past selves each time the criminal attempts to k/ll them - and possibly try to catch him in the process??

Outline:
- (present) Cy and Elio decide they want to try to find and stop a new time-travelling criminal.
- They go (slightly) back in time to one of his more recent assassinations, attempting to stop him before he can k/ll the person he was hired to kill. The criminal, however, recognises them - he had tried to kill them for a client once before. He disappears back in time and Cy and Elio, happy that they had saved the victim, went back to the present.
- First m/rder attempt - villain, wanting to finish what he had started years ago with his client (also fearing the kids might be a threat to his job) goes back to when Cy and Elio were six years old and kidnaps Cy with the intention of taking her onto a lake and then throwing her off the boat (he overheard that Cy couldn’t swim)
- This would make a new reality where Cy died as a kid and Elio found the time-travelling ship on his own - except Cy and Elio were further back in time (on another job) than the villain was, and that majorly messes stuff up. (one of the main rules of time travel is to never kill someone while they’re currently in the past). Cy physically cannot die where she is right now, as she’s further back in time than when she was killed, but her present self doesn’t exist anymore. She remembers both her “old-reality” memories (eg. finding the time travelling ship with Elio) and her “new-reality” memories (drowning in the lake). (Elio also has two sets of memories) Elio uses Cy’s “new-reality” memories to leap forward to where the man tried to drown Cy (leaving Cy back in the far past), rescuing Cy without the villain knowing, leaping back to where he left Cy and then they both went back to the present, with Cy alive. Meanwhile the villain also went back to the present, thinking he had killed Cy, but then realising nothing had changed.
- This angers the villain, who goes back in time again (this time trying to kill Elio as a 2-year-old) - but somehow, miraculously, Elio survives.
Meanwhile, the present Cy and Elio are trying to figure out who the criminal’s client was.
- While they search, the m/rder attempts get more and more frenzied - but somehow little Cy and Elio manage to survive every time. Every attempt gives the present Cy and Elio new memories, and they know time is running out.
- Suddenly, while in the past looking for the client, they start getting very clear memories - they realise the criminal’s targeting their older selves instead of when they were kids, and the memories take place on the beach where they first found their time-travelling ship. They know this could go terribly wrong, and travel back to the same time and place both the criminal and their younger selves are at. There’s a showdown on the beach, which ultimately ends in the criminal managing to destroy the time-travelling ship. The reality changes again - in the present now, Cy and Elio never time-travelled at all - meaning the older Cy and Elio left on the beach can’t leap back to the present without losing all their memories of time-travel.
- But they still don’t give up. They continue to search for the client (and are running out of time)
- They finally find a time where they travelled back a few years to explore, where (younger) Cy took something (a key) from the past to her present. Knowing this could cause butterfly effect ripples, they follow the person Cy took the key from through time and see him getting more and more paranoid and searching for two kids with a key, wanting vengeance. They can’t confirm that it’s him as the timeline’s getting too close to the present, but they go back and try to stop past Cy from taking the key - but they’ve leaped back too late and Cy already has the key.
- It’s almost too late - the time-travelling ship begins fading and malfunctioning, and present-in-past Cy and Elio begin losing their memories. As a last attempt, they manage the steal the key from past Cy and try to give it back to the man she took it from - but forgot what they’re meant to do halfway through as they lose more and more memories. The man recognises them and tries to take the key by force, hurting the half-faded Cy and Elio in the process - and is seen by police and taken to prison for six months, where he misses the time slot in the other reality where he met the criminal and paid for him to get vengeance on Cy and Elio.
- Cy and Elio glitch back to the present, where they un-fade + get their memories of the time-travelling ship back + realise they managed to fix everything because the criminal was never hired and didn’t recognise them

Part Four - Final Story
(889 words total)

“So who’s this new guy?”
Cy was sitting on Elio’s desk, leaning over the newspaper clippings and printed articles scattering the surface.
Elio leaned back, sighing, running a hand through his mussed hair. “I- I haven’t got much on him. But so far this looks like a nasty one.” He slid a faded newspaper clipping across the desk to Cy.
Child m/rderer still not found after months of search, it read. There were scribbles in the margins, words underlined, arrows trailing off the page. Cy flicked it upward with a finger, skimming the text.
“His style’s pretty simple, but very clean. Professional.” Elio continued. “He’s the definition of untraceable.”
“But we can trace him.” Cy laid the paper down.
“We’re time travellers, Cy. We can trace anyone.”
She smirked.
“Let’s get him, then.”


Two years back, Paris. Cy and Elio had left the time-travelling ship in a canal a couple blocks over. It was there illegally, of course, but they wouldn’t be staying long. With any luck, they’d be in and out in under an hour and have managed to change the past while they were at it. Hopefully without any lasting complications.
Once they were in the house, they didn’t have to wait long. The door wasn’t forced open like it had been on some of their other jobs - as Elio had said before, this criminal was clean. He must have taken the time to steal the key on his way.
He already had the matches in his hand when he walked in. He was wearing the long black coat witnesses had reported seeing after many of his jobs, and his face was in shadow. He looked like he could either be a normal businessman or a h/micidal killer.
Possibly both, Cy thought to herself. If you count professional time-travelling assassination as a business.
Elio and Cy watched from their hiding spot, holding their breath, as the man walked through the front room to the hallway. They knew what happened last time this went down - the man had found his target, a sleeping baby, in the end room and set the whole place on fire. Nothing was left. The whole thing would’ve been deemed an accident, had a neighbour not seen a strange man in a black coat departing the burning building.
This man always made himself be seen - perhaps not always, but the sightings were certainly not accidental. He must gloat in the fact that no matter how many see him, they will never catch him. From what Cy and Elio have gathered, he seemed to be one of those who actually enjoyed his grim profession.
This time, however, things would be different. He wouldn’t get away with it. He would go down to the end room and he wouldn’t find anything there - because his would-be victim was safely stored on Cy and Elio’s ship.
The sound of boots in the hallway woke Cy from her thoughts. He’s coming. Wordlessly, she and Elio got into position - position meaning out of their hiding spot, into the open, Elio’s pistol fixed on the doorway their target would come through. The pistol was usually unloaded - a threat they never intended to do anything with - but they had the grim feeling that this time they would need real bullets. For warning shots, or for destroying whatever machine the criminal used to time travel. They hoped they wouldn’t have to use it for anything else.
And the door swung open. The target, still clutching his matches, still wearing his coat, stood still in the doorway. Slightly surprised, surely, but he did a very good job of not showing it.
“Well. What do we have here, then.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
Stereotypical villain guy, Cy catalogued. Will do anything for money but unlike the others seems to enjoy it as well. Has a flair for the dramatic, extremely satisfied with himself, likes to win. Will probably throw a tantrum when he loses.
Overall, puts on a big show. We’ll see if he’s worth it or not.
Eliot exaggeratedly swung his pistol - when they play dramatic, we do too - and stepped forward. “Looking for something?”
“As a matter of fact I was,” The target’s voice was a smooth exhale, calm and collected, and strangely quiet for someone so tall in stature. He gave a little chuckle.
Elio began to speak - his usual confrontation monologue - but before he could finish a sentence, the coat-man pulled a watch from some hidden pocket, fiddled with a button, and disappeared in a flash of white light. Elio and Cy were left staring, shocked, at thin air.
“Well, that was easy?” Cy was the first to speak.
Elio nodded, but he looked uneasy.
“Let’s just go home.”


It wasn’t until they were on the ship and sailing back to the present that Elio voiced his concerns.
“I have the strangest feeling he’ll be back.”
“Who?”
“The man. With the coat.”
Cy made a nondescript mmm.
“You can’t tell me that wasn’t suspicious.”
“He saw us and he was scared. That’s happened plenty of times.”
“He’s not the scared type.”
“How do you know? All we’ve seen is old newspapers and true crime articles.”
“…Nevermind.”
A pause.
“But, just- we should be prepared, okay? Just in case this turns bad.”
“Bad how?”
“I don’t know. Bad.”

(unfinished - I was planning on getting up to the lake scene from the outline, but I was afraid I wouldn't have time to finish it… I checked and I'm fairly sure this still fits all the criteria :))

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Weekly #1

Part 1: Time travel mechanics (Based on the video: Marisa Stole the Precious Thing)

Event:

Marisa stole the precious thing! Alice is up to chase her down, but Marisa seem to get away with it! She sighed as she went back to her house, wondering if she ever catch this petty thief. It was the same for Patchouli, Marisa claims to “borrow” her books but eventually ends up stealing it. “My life is shorter than you youkai so I need to live the way I like.” was what she told the news reporter. Now Alice had lost three items, but according to Reimu, Marisa only stole one object. One was Alice's new doll, another was a ancient string for puppets and the last remains a mystery. All these are Alice's precious things, but which one is the one Marisa stole? (125 words)

#1: “Marisa, come back! Reimu said you stole a valuable object from me!” Alice yelled at the top of her lungs, focusing on the blurry image of the black magician zooming across her broom all over the place. Alice sighed, wondering when will Marisa stop her mischievous behaviors. “Marisa, stop your nonsense of stealing! You will eventually start an incident yourself if you had continue your actions.” the shrine maiden of paradise had arrived, Reimu Hakurei of the Hakurei Shrine. Marisa just laughed, “Oh really? But I had always solve those incidents alongside you. Man, even some I did it by myself because you were too ‘busy’ collecting your donations at your shrine.” As Marisa was mocking Reimu, she failed to notice Alice had snatched one of the items hanging from her belt. “My doll! So Reimu was right, you stole it from me!” Reimu then watched pleasantly as the two magicians had a friendly brawl between them, with neither side winning. (161 words)

#2: “Marisa, come back! Reimu spoke to me about your acts of stealing again!” Alice yelled at the top of her lungs. Knowing Marisa, Alice instantly knew Marisa had kept something very rare, something ancient. She knew that Marisa would be after her one-of-a-kind string even though she found no use of it. “It's often like that whenever she steals something, will she ever learn her mistakes…” Alice sighed at Marisa's poor attitude, knowing full well that Marisa wouldn't change. Wouldn't change? That gave Alice an idea… “Hey, Marisa! You want my strings?” Alice called out to the thieving magician. “Oh, are you so kind to allow me to take all, then I'll be welcomed!” Marisa dashed towards Alice after she spoke. “Shanghai, now!” All her strings were pulled taut, since there were so fine it injured Marisa easily as she was still a human. “Ouch! Alice, why did you do that?” Alice snatched the string tying to Marisa's hat while calmly speaking, “It was just a lesson for you, besides, you wanted the strings right?” Marisa just moan in pain, “Then what am I going to do with these injuries?” Giggling, Alice replies, “If you don't steal anymore, this won't happen. Besides, you are a magician, so you can treat your own wounds!” Alice then leave Marisa to treat her own injuries. (222 words)

#3: “Marisa, come back! Reimu told me you stole something unforgivable from me!” Alice yelled at the top of lungs chasing after the high speed Marisa, who was drifting on her broom. Alice looked at her surroundings and realized that she's not only the only person chasing after Marisa, it appeared all the girls Marisa had befriended - Patchouli, Nitori, and even Reimu - were chasing her. Alice stopped in her tracks, something bumped behind her head. It was Alice's favorite doll, Shanghai. She had been flying for so long just to catch up with her master. Alice took the doll and place it in her open palms, “Oh, Shanghai. I'm sorry I made you fly all this long way to catch up to me.” The magical doll just nodded, but it was clear she was motioning her master to go and chase the girl of her life, one whom she can't be alive without. “You're right, and I think I got an idea what Marisa stole from me, it's just my heart. Oh, and other girls too.” Alice giggled as she continue her chase for the girl who steals other people's heart. (190 words)

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Part 2: Plotting Timelines (Based on the urban legend: Mary's phone call. If you want to find out more about it, just search it on Google.)

Point 1: Marbles has decided to meet an old friend. However, she mysteriously gave him an address of his hometown where he had never seen - not to even mention been to - before on the map. He arrived at the area, which was an old dark house with nothing inside it. He tried his best searching for a switch, but nothing seemed to work. He slowly paced around, thinking why had his friend sent him here. He then starts to realize that he had never seen his friend in 10 years, a long time ago. Much had passed on and he never had news of her until last night, he received a message from an unknown number, “Meet me at this location tomorrow at 9pm. If you don't know who I am, I'm your old friend, Mary.” Then after that message was an address. Marbles didn't know what to do afterwards. (148 words) (suspense)

Point 2: In the midst of loitering around Marbles had accidentally knocked over a strange knob jutting out slightly above the ground, activating a trapdoor. Excited, Marbles jump into the trapdoor without any hesitation. When inside, he realized there was no way out. There was nothing but an empty hallway that seemed to be never ending. Suddenly, his phone - that didn't receive any line from the moment he entered the house - started to ring. He answered and heard a high-pitched voice, “Hello, I'm Mary and I'm coming for you.” Marbles tried to ask Mary where is she, but realized the phone had hung up. He had no choice but to continue the path that was shown in the hallway. (117 words) (rising action)

Point 3: Marbles was rushing down the hallway until he had received another call. Knowing it's from Mary, he pick up, “Hello, Mary. What is it that you wanted?” There was no reply. “Hello, I'm Mary. And I'm almost there for you.” Marbles immediately ended the call, his heart pounding loudly. What was going on? What happened to Mary? Suddenly, the phone started ringing again, almost immediately after he ended the call. Marbles didn't dare to pick up, but somehow it did even though he didn't press the call icon, “Hello, I'm Mary. And I'm right behind you.” A voice boomed out from the phone as Marbles tried to see what was behind him. (112 words) (tension)

Point 4: A girl holding a knife had attempted to stab Marbles from the back, but knowing this urban legend, Marbles had kept his back behind the wall of the hallway. But Mary hadn't given up. She disappeared behind the wall and tried to stab him through the wall. Marbles yelped in terror as he missed the blade by an inch, “Hey, that wasn't part of the legends!” he complained, dodging another blow from Mary. “Of course, I knew you wouldn't pick up the phone, that's why I modified my name and also the legends too.” Mary chuckled, her face was filled with malice. Marbles was scared, there was no way out of this. (112 words) (climax)

Point 5: “So that's what happened? Lily died from the same urban legend?” Marbles asked Lucy, who was Lily's best friend, Lily was also Mary. “Yes, and because of that, she became a vengeful spirit. Now most of our childhood friends are dead thanks to her.” Lucy sighed, wondering how the situation became like that, it started 10 years ago, after all. “So is it why she changed her name, to Mary, so we will be tricked to thinking one of our friends had a name Mary?” Lucy nodded, “I just hope that one day we can confront her, so she will realize that this isn't real.” (105 words) (ending)

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Part 3: Outlining a Non-Linear Storyline Draft

Part 4: Final Story

Word war March 7 || against Twilight_a || 6 minutes || This is why you shouldn't bake pastries at 1 AM
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This is a word war with the prompt “This is why you shouldn't bake pastries at 1 am” and before I actually use the prompt in this word war, I am saying that I am trying to experiment about whether it is harder for me to write the most word with or without a prompt. This right now is kind of a mix of the both because of this introduction, but it's six minutes and I'm wasting a minute while still writing words towards the war. This is the second one I've done with a prompt, so we'll see. Now here's the actual thing.

This is why you shouldn't bake pastries at 1 am. I was just minding my own business, baking pastries - I couldn't sleep. I was just making my croissants, which later burned because of the crazy thing that happened. (I mean, you can't really blame me - if you're experiencing what I was, you wouldn't have time to take out the croissants, let alone remember that you were baking them!) So I was putting the glaze on the cinnamon rolls that I just baked. Everything was going fine. Until my cinnamon roll started to talk.
“Hello, I'm Cindy! How are you?”
“AAAAAAH!” I screamed in surprise. “WHAT THE HECK ARE YO- HOW- CINDY?!!” I was genuinely scared of my pastries now. You would also be if you were baking at one am, and then it just started talking.
“Hello, I'm Cindy! Thank you for baking me!”
“Um…” I reached out my finger to touch it. “I guess I can't sell you or eat you now.”
“Oh no, I'll only be like this for a couple of minutes. Besides, we don't feel bad about being eaten, we love it!”
“Yes, we love it!” a chorus of cinnamon rolls jumped up. I recoiled at the sight.
“I'm Candice!”
“I'm Cinnamon!”
“I'm Cinna, short for Cinnamon because that was taken!”
“Oh my-” My parents walked downstairs.
“Is something burning?”
“Oh, I'm so sorry - my croissants!” I looked over at the cinnamon rolls, shushing them, but they were just inanimate objects again. Huh. I guess there time had run out. I took the burnt croissants out and went to bed, pondering what just happened.

SWC daily haiku march 7th 15 words

word wars are so fun!
they are very loved at camp
a good challenge too

Nickname- Ava
Content- March 7th Daily
Topic - Write with the three word game
Cabin - Horror

LET'S GET STARTED

icebunny11
birdi committed arson

129waterfall
and everybody cheered

Shadowssong
but the firefighters

129waterfall
didn't like it


Shadowssong
But the SWC'ers

129waterfall
convinced the firefighters


Ataraxea
That it was


-Loyalfeather
a great idea


TrellD
because fires are


FirestarForReal
completely totally amazing

Shadowssong
and totally safe


Strawberry-Lemon
for everybody everywhere


-KenzieCamps-
So Birdi said


icebunny11
'I'll eat mangoes'


129waterfall
and continued arsoning


icebunny11
THE ENDDDDDDDDDDD

Word War 1: 81 words (lost)

Prompt: “Today's been an interesting day… my furniture's all turning into animals.”

I didn't know… how it happened.
My friend was coming around for tea that day. I suggested that we had a picnic in the park, but it was raining today, so we both agreed to come around to my house.
“Bit strange, don't you think?” She told me. “Especially when we had such good weather lately.”
“Yeah… it'll be raining cats and dogs tomorrow!” I laughed. “At this rate, anyways,”
And then started our chatter about animals.
I was talking about

Long walls of text and spamming topics causing TiMAC to be horrible is not a good idea.

Word War
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With –kinoko–

Prompt: “This is why you shouldn't bake pastries at 1 AM in the morning.” - @starr-light

Don't bake pastries at 1 AM in the morning, and this is why: So I have a little story to tell y'all. I woke up one morning and decided to make pastries. SO i went downstairs to the kitchen and went to the freezer to take out some pastry dough. But stupid ‘ol me decided to not use the pastry dough but make homemade pastry dough. So I found a recipe on the internet and gathered all the ingredients. It was going well and all the ingredients mixed. It looked scrumptious. But the problem came when it was time to bake. I put the pastries in the oven after I had already put the filling in and rolled them up. BUT since it was 1 am I couldn't turn a timer on because I wouldn't want to wake everyone up. So I looked at the time I was going to check the pastries 10 mins later. In the end that was a HORRIB:E idea and I completely forgot about them. I only remembered about them when I started to smell smoke and something burning. I went to the oven and there were my pastries in sparks and completely pitch black. I took them out of the oven and tossed them straight into the trash. That adventure resulted in zero pastries and said to me. I went back to bed craving pastries and it was very sad. I tucked myself in without any pastries and I wanted to cry.

Dailyyyy march 8:
unfinished daily i wanted to post hehe

Setting: Bob's Tea Shop (that is closed)
Mick: Can I have some tea?
Bob: No.
Mick: But I the SusWC Weekly I helped you get Yui!
Bob: Nope
Mick: Ugh… *Gets out radioactive mushrooms*
Mick: I'll hide one in a random meal this week and you'll turn neo yellow!
Bob: Okay buddy, you aren't getting any tea from me. ( @Sandy-Dunes ) *knows Mick won't do it*
Mick: Please! I need caffeine. Also, I've never tried green tea.
Bob: Poor you. *Goes out the door*
Mick: You can't leave me, not after how far we've come… please. ( @aqua-vibes )
Bob: Getting far in an argument is not an achievement.
Mick: That is not the point. Now gimme *snatches tea*
Bob: You are shoplifting. *Takes out phone to call police*
Mick: NOOOOOOO-

my humor lmaoo - 315 words, not sure if i did this right.
bold = dialogue i was given.

“Aimee, I have no clue what to do. I'm procrastinating knowing I have 5 assignments due on Friday,” Josephine groaned.
“I'm sure you'll do it. Don't quit, commit,” Aimee said positively, imitating jazz hands.
“That's real inspirational; you should post that on the internet. Give it an aesthetic mountain background.” Josephine scoffed sarcastically, blowing at her bangs.
“Ha, ha” Aimee replied.
“Oh come on, you're never this calm. Something's.. off about you.” Josephine said, barely a whisper however.
“Calm?” Aimee laughed, adding, “Jeez, how realistic. I don't know how you come up with these scenarios.”
Josephine raised an eyebrow. “Sure. Now please help me with this one math problem,”
“Wait, I'm trying to finish something.” Aimee mumbled.
“What are you doing, anyways?” Josephine asked.
Aimee snickered a bit before saying, “Your mom.”
“AIMEE!” Josephine yelled, barely containing her laughter.
“That's very inappropriate of me, I know,” Aimee apologized sarcastically.
Josephine continued to laugh maniacally like a clown.
“Our humour is broken” Josephine finally said.
“You just noticed?” Aimee replied. Josephine narrowed her eyes at her, now the girls in a deep staring contest.
Aimee blinked. Josephine celebrated in victory. “It's not that deep!” Aimee shouted.
“Okay, let's do some actual work.” Josephine tried being serious.
“48% of 17 is what number? Josephine, you know this! This is legit 6th grade math!” Aimee exclaimed.
“Shut up! I have bad memory, okay,” Josephine acted as if she was hurt.
“I'm so sorry, can you forgive me..?” Aimee said, twiddling her fingers.
“STOP AIMEE I'M DYING!” Josephine snickered.
“What's wrong, I'm only apologizing.” Aimee innocently remarked.
“Aimee..” Josephine started.
“What…” Aimee then replied, suddenly breaking out into a series of giggles.
“Why do you laugh like that!” Josephine asked loudly.
“You're the one to talk!” Aimee yelled, imitating her laugh.
“Oh be quiet!”
“Yeah? I'm only speaking true facts!”
They both didn't get any work done that evening.

daily 3/7/2023 ^^

Characters: Nathalie from Miraculous & Eda from Owl House ❤

“My oh my, what a wound. That your husband? No offense girl, but what kinda taste is that?”
Red as a cherry, Nathalie cleared her throat before taking the tablet from Eda’s hands. The tablet with her boss’s cataclysm arm. “Gabriel Agreste. He’s a fashion designer. There was an… accident.”
“Right. So who is he to you again?”
“I’m his assistant.”
“Whaddya assist him in?”
“His job.” Nathalie glanced around Eda’s house uncomfortably.
Eda took a jug from the mahogany table and poured a glass of purple liquid in. The liquid fizzed and fuzzed, turning a shade of red, before it squelched into a chestnut hue.
“Okay. So what kinda accident?”
The uncertainty in Nathalie’s eyes only cluttered her head further. “It’s not your concern.” She couldn’t tell Eda.
“Uh okay. Huh.”
The silence that followed added to the already alarming amount of awkwardness in attendance.
“So… yeah. What are we doing again?” Eda took a swig of her concoction, before setting her glass down with a clang!
“Do you have a cure?”
Eda frowned. “Well, I probably do… but I can’t prescribe the right one without knowing the cause. You know?”
Nathalie did in fact know. Nonetheless, she wasn’t prepared to make the choice: Save her boss from death so he could care for Adrien (finally), or jeopardize his identity and get him in jail, leaving Adrien with neither of his parents.
“Are you sure you can’t give something based on… looks?”
Eda shrugged. “I mean, technically, I could but you know. You wouldn’t want him to experience awful side effects if it happened to be completely wrong. After all, he is your…”
“…Boss. And what kind of side effects?”
“Oh, the usual. Blisters, boils, screeches of pain, nausea, excessive farting.”
“Um.” Nathalie let this get to her head. “Okay. I think we could take the risk.”
“Nearly forgot to mention– Death! How fun.”
“Nevermind.” Nathalie sighed.
“Girl, you do realize I won’t report your man to the authorities or anything. I mean c’mon, we all love a little adventure.”
“Argh, I don’t know…”
Eda jumped onto the couch and stretched out her legs. “Well, once you come to a decision, wake me up. A queen needs her beauty rest. That includes you.”
“No, no, no! Stay awake. Just stay awake you idiot!”
Eda’s eyes widened as she looked up at Nathalie’s flustered face.
“My apologies I.. I don’t know what got into me.”
“Nah, it’s fine. I’m happy you’ve become that comfortable with me, Ms. Sancoeur.”
Nathalie’s face flushed for but a moment, before returning to her pale complexion
“Well, have you come to a choice?”
Nathalie took a deep breath before looking back at her tablet. Adrien’s smiling face was the home screen.
“I think I have.”
“Spill the secrets of your mister, my lady. I’m all ears.”
With slightly pink tinted cheeks, Nathalie sat down on the couch, and let her lips be free in the company of her.. perhaps friend.

Daily 7!
My quotes:
“Is that really the best you can come up with?”
“If you’re trying to be subtle, let me tell you you’re not.”

A breeze swept across the hill, the flowers softly swaying and rustling.

Gabriel glanced at Anna, his nervousness turning into confidence.

“So, um, what do you think? Maybe we can have another picnic soon?” he stuttered. Anna said, “If you’re trying to be subtle, let me tell you you’re not. If you really like me, then give me a good reason to be with you.” Gabriel’s heart sank, but he wasn’t going to give up now.

“I-I think you’re really nice and I think we’d be a good couple.” Anna scoffed at the reply, her face now twisted into a face of annoyance. She relented, “Is that really the best you can come up with? Even the weird kids in the science club can do better. At least they don’t stutter with every sentence.” Gabriel started to tear up. He said, “That’s- that’s not true! I’m just nervous, I can’t control it!”

“Well maybe you should tr-tr-try controlling it. Take some deep breaths or something, loser. Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m here. This view isn’t even good anyways.” She rolls her eyes as she continues to berate the boy. Gabriel sobs, “I said I can’t control it! Just stop, please. I get that you don’t want to date me, so just leave.”

Anna yelled, “Geez. You really don’t like me, do you? You always ask people to leave. I bet that’s why your friends left you too. Now no one likes you.” Gabriel replied, “I’ll leave then. That’ll make you happy, right? You’ll be happier without me here, right?” Anna said, “Yeah. Now go away.” Gabriel cried as he sprinted toward his car, turning it on and driving away.