swc march 2023 - weekly two : mental health & finding inspiration

Luna-Lovegood-LOL

MENTAL HEALTH & INSPIRATION
march 2023 swc - weekly #2

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INTRO (written by Alia)

Hello everyone and welcome to our second weekly

This week, we’re going to be focusing on both inspiration and mental health! Many of our best ideas can come from relaxing, and that’s what we’re encouraging you to focus on this week. Again, a huge thank you to my fellow daily team members for developing and organizing this weekly <3

This weekly starts on March 9th at 12:01 a.m. UTC. Also remember that weeklies cannot be submitted until two days after they start, so on March 11th at 12:01 a.m. UTC - you can start writing before then, but please pace yourself and have fun!

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PART ONE: Do a Relaxing Activity (written by Lio)

How do you get to your happy place? For me, a walk around my neighborhood followed by a warm cup of peppermint tea lets me relax and reconnect with myself. Perhaps for you it’s biking, or watercolor painting, or playing with a pet ibex.

The first part of this weekly is all about relaxing activities! For at least 15 minutes, do an off-screen activity that you enjoy, preferably one that involves going outside or interacting with your friends or family. Then, come back and write at least 100 words reflecting on your activity and how it made you feel. Have fun! <33

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PART TWO: Consume Media (written by Rea)

Whether it be reading, watching a movie or TV show, or listening to music, consuming a form of art is a great way to fuel creativity. If we don't consume art on a regular basis, our creativity will dull our creativity, which will, in turn, cause our writing to suffer. Consuming creative works by others gives you the spark of inspiration you need to write.

Activity
Take a moment to read/view/listen to any medium of art you wish. This could be:
- watching a movie or show
- reading a book, even if it's just a few chapters
- listening to a song
- admiring a visual/piece of artwork

Whatever you decide to do, focus on it to the fullest of your abilities and avoid distractions to absorb every detail. After you've done that, write 100 words of reflection!

Here's an example of me reflecting on Little League by Conan Gray:

I was immediately hit with a wave of bittersweet nostalgia from the opening of the song. Its lyrics are about growing out of the person you used to be, which is something that I think everyone, including me, can relate to. The way the first verse is slow, soft and predictable makes me think about how I feel like I'm losing something as I get older. In contrast, the lyrics of the first verse are packed with the reminiscence of bright childhood memories. When it gets to the chorus, the singer lets all of his emotions free with an impactful burst that really made me feel the same nostalgia and longing he does. The rhythm imitates fast heartbeats, making me remember the thrill of being younger…

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PART THREE: Story (written by Stewy)

Now that you've hopefully done some relaxing, it's time for the inspiration part of the weekly <3 Story time! Draw elements from the activity you did in Part 1 and the media you consumed in Part 2, and combine it together into a story of least 500 words.

For example: I might've gone on a walk for Part 1, and consumed a story about our lovely Pirate Queen Lulu eating the Daily Team mascot (oopsie daisy!) for Part 2. I could write a story about Lulu going on a walk and somehow ending up devouring Smarlls. Now - your turn! Have fun, heroes.

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OUTRO (written by Luna)

If you’ve made it here, congratulations on finishing! Ibexes (and the daily team) are proud of you <3 Hopefully, alongside the feeling of satisfaction that you get from submitting a weekly, you’ve also gained a feeling of tranquility and peacefulness over time.

Writing means different things to all of us - imagination, soothing, energizing, dreams, reality. And it can be so easy to lose sight of that and get caught up in other things - so take a second to appreciate writing, and what it means to you.

Now, before submitting the weekly, make sure that you have:
Written 50-100 words of reflection over a relaxing activity
Written 100 words of reflection from absorbing some form of literature, media/entertainment, music or art
Written a 500 word story that draws inspiration from what you did in the first activity and what you “consumed” in the second activity

The weekly ends on March 16th at 12:00AM UTC! Don't forget that we still don’t condone the consumption of innocent ibexes <3

Last edited by Luna-Lovegood-LOL (March 9, 2023 00:35:34)

CookieRun_Kat

Weekly 2!

also why are we eating ibexes smh ?? what even is an ibex though ?? Edit- oH MY GOSH WHAT THE- gOATS?

Part 1, 104 Words

This may have been a lot over fifteen minutes, more so a good thirty or maybe even thirty-five. I decided to redraw some old art I found! I enjoyed the process, and to be honest, looking back at my old art makes me feel better about it. I like seeing how I have improved over the course of a year or so. I got to redrawing both pieces, and they turned out pretty well! I tried to keep multiple elements of each piece similar, but I left most of the first one up to my interpretation since it was an unfinished piece of artwork.

Part 2, 360 Words

Media :: Song

I listened to Candle Queen by Ghosts and Pals. I mostly pay attention to the lyrics and the beat of the song. It stays pretty much upbeat, even if parts seem quite intense and dark, I guess I could put it that way. But mostly reflecting on the lyrics of the song…

I’m going to focus on Verse 1.

The lyrics for that part makes me think of a little girl who used negative actions to get attention, and also her way.

The chorus, I’m interpreting this my way by the way, I feel like it means that she’s pretty much overpowering everyone else. ‘Toddler’s cries that grow louder and louder, relishing in untestable power’. This most likely implies that she gets her way negatively, enjoying it. ‘Flames that burn higher and higher’ could be some sort of non-literal thing, who knows? That line could be used as sort of representing her (Candle Queen’s) sort of mini outbursts.

Verse 2.

She seems to be seeking attention. ‘Thought to be so genuine, when she’s suddenly met with apprehension’. Maybe she wasn’t always that way before. She just feared that something bad would happen to her, maybe? This could tie in with just about halfway through the Bridge, which I will get to soon.

‘She’d do anything to get ahead’. This can prove more, like maybe a selfish side to her?

The chorus just repeats, and then we get to the Bridge.

There could be hope for her before it all falls into pure chaos. And yes, we’ve all probably heard the words ‘It’s not the end of the world’.

‘She just can’t help but be this way, she lost her true self long ago’ This further proves the point that she was misunderstood and stuff like that. She lost all her friends, and everyone now just knows her as Candle Queen, a ‘caricature’.

The chorus changes this time. ‘Everyone rushing to disavow her’. She’s royalty and stuff, so… I mean…

In summary, I feel like the song Candle Queen is just about a misunderstood kid who just wanted attention but got karma for something she probably didn’t even mean to do.

Part 3, 550 Words

I just decided to draw. It was any other normal day, and obviously, I was bored. I placed the pencil down and stretched. Maybe… It’s worked multiple times before, so why would it not work again? But what if it’s a bad idea? And this time, I- No, don’t think negatively… I obviously enjoy seeing the priceless reactions on their faces! They’re so gullible. I zone out for a small moment, and these thoughts start to overwhelm me. What if something bad /does/ happen? What if the same event happens again? Like it did all those years ago. A ‘royal, spoiled brat’ was all they called me. Because I was so… Perfect. I just want to be given attention. I never got as much as the other kids did because my parents were ‘too busy’… Tch. I’m sixteen, why do I think this way? Whatever. I head downstairs, and I can hear mother and father talking in the kitchen. I peek around the corner, but I attempt to shake the urge to continue eavesdropping off. It really is not my business to know what they seem to be chatting about… Until I hear this from my mother.

“What about Aubrey?” She exclaims worriedly. “She’s only sixteen, she can’t be queen just yet! You know how she acted as a child, it will only get worse.”

My father rubs his eyes and pushes his glasses up. “Dear, please calm down. She seems to be proving great qualities of leadership. She’s changed!”

“Ah yes,” my mother continues with a scowl and a sarcastic tone of voice. Because acting out to get attention has always worked for us. No. It never has, and it never will! She won’t be able to-”

“What are you two talking about?” I ask, pretending like I didn’t hear that much of the conversation.

“How much of that did you hear, Aubrey?” My mother asks, a shocked expression on her face. She looks absolutely terrified.

My father sighs. “Probably all of it. I could hear her coming down the stairs and I could easily tell that she was there. I saw her out of the corner of my eye.

“I’LL BE A GREAT RULER!” I blurt out suddenly. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU TWO THINK I’M PREPARED TO FAIL AS ONE!” I inhale and exhale sharply. “Now, if you excuse me, I will be heading back to my room.”

My mother grabs my hand. “No, young lady. You are not going anywhere. You will stay right here and you will explain everything.”

“Mother, you cannot control what I do. I am sixteen years old.” I say with a small frown on my face.

“Do you dare talk back to me? You still aren’t an adult yet, I still take care of you. As long as you are under the roof of this castle and not ruling, you will listen to your father and I.

It feels like there’s no hope left, but… There’s a small spark left.

And that spark ignited something much worse.

Two weeks later, a fire was reported in the castle. I was the one who started it. With a small candle. Oh, wow. ‘Candle Queen’ seems to have a nice ring to it.

“You see, mother and father? I wasn’t always this way before…”

Last edited by CookieRun_Kat (March 15, 2023 03:53:29)

Xulikoi

WEEKLY:

Part 1:

I decided to rollerskate for about 30 minutes insead of 15, it was very nice and relaxing. While i rollerskate i love to talk to myself and come up with story ideass and hang out with my imaginary freidns!! In fact, that's probably what i'll do when i'm done with this weekly, to help unwind. Talking to myself relieves stress, mostly becasue all of my imaginary friends have terrbile lives because i'm a writer who enjoys tormenting them for personal benefit (a great story). Anway, it made me feel better and it was fun and entertaining while I did it. (exactly 100 words)

Part 2:

I listened to a song called ‘Who am I’ Nightcore ver. by Besomorph & RIELL. It's a very beautiful song. I like to imagine its about someone who's heartbroken and uses their anger to help them become a god or deity of some sorts. It has a lot of lines relating to the future and being a higher being. It also talks about losing control, possibly of powers and a lack of identity (hense the title). I love this song so much, and it gives me chills every time i listen to it. I reccommend it to anyone who hasn't heard it before! (103 words)

Part 3:

The goddess Thejsu (thed-j-s-oo) was always very busy ruining people's lives. And so, she decided she needed a break. Her only living friends, Hdpu (hid-pu), Goddess of Bears, and Trutcve (trut-k-vee), Goddess of Knives, were also close friends. They were basically a trio. Thejsu was the most powerful, being the Goddess of Death and Misery. She used her power to reign supreme agiasnt humanity, the most vile creartion. The amount of people she had killed was many when compared to her predacerrors. This was her job, after all.

When she got to the rollerskating rink, her friends were there wating for her. They each owned their own pair of rollerskates, so they didn't need o rent any. They had bought an entire day pass, so Thejsu was prepared to have fun all day. Her plans owuld be ruined shortly after. They got out onto the floor, which was a strange material made of squares and holes. Though it was good for rollerskating, Thejsu quickly found out. She would occasially do this at home (her massive palace in the sky) but it wasn't this fun. This was really fun.

Shh did about sixty seven laps before she had to take a break. People were starting to notice her inhuman abilities. A guy walked up to her.
“Hey, how are you so fast?” he asked.
She thought long and hard for a few minutes before she finally spoke. “Don't be too jealous or you'll die.”
Her friends put their hands over her mouth, quietly whispering, “You can't say that, Thejsu.”
She didn't understand why.
She had never had mortal friends. All of them died off after some time. It was quite inconveinet, really. Thejsu always had to go to their funerals.

She had killed most of the mortals she had met as soon as they displeased her. Her friends had been trying to explain that thats why people are afraid of her, but thewy didnt want to say it too meanly. Becuase Thejsu has killed gods too. She was the most dangerous god ever, in history. Thats why they all ran in fear at the mention of her name. They feared for their very lives.
She was terryfiying, but she didn't want to be. It wasn't ehr fault. It was just her nature. Thats how she was raised. And her freinds pitied her for it.

Until one day, thosands of millenia later, when her friends too had been killed in various wars, Thejsu sat upon her throne, her gaze of steel directed to the world below.
When someone spoke out agaisnt her.
Someone, a mortal, called her out, screaming all the terrible things she had done. Saying she was a monster, a vicious killer.
They were right.
So of crouse, she decided to take them rollerskating. And after years and years of prolonged life, that same mortal died in her arms. She built them a rollerskating rink in their honor, and she would visit every 3rd Tuesday for millinea to come. The end. (501 words)

Last edited by Xulikoi (March 15, 2023 21:47:05)

ButterflyWings22

ayyy this weekly is so cool! it doesnt sound very stressful and im excited for this one

Iris_Galaxy

Iri's Weekly #2! ✰ SWC Mar '23 ✰ Thrillerftw!!!

Part 1 : Relaxing Activity

Okay, so it may have been like 20 minutes instead of 15, but hey, that's better for me since I'm literally always on my computer and hardly take breaks. Okay like never, but heh. So, anyways, for 20 minutes, I turned off my computer and listened to music (hopefully that still counts for off screen) and packed up a couple of books and notebooks for my camping trip that I'm going on next week. I really enjoyed being able to listen to my music with no Scratch in the background which most of the time stresses me out. I also did a few silly dances, but no one needs to know about that. (Words : 113)

Part 2 : Consume Media

Every night, regardless of what my parents say, I watch a show. The one I'm watching now is literally so good like-it's mouth dropping and thrilling in every single way imaginable. There are strange twists, remarkable mishaps, and above all, crazy suspense beyond normal human intelligence could comprehend. I'm literally so addicted, like I will literally watch three episodes in a row and they're all forty-fifty minutes long, but it's such a good show. But I don't recommend it to younger Scratchers because it's a bit intense and graphic, so I'd stay away from it if you don't like gore, drama, and mvrd3r. (Words : 103)

Part 3 : Final Story

So for this part of the weekly, I listened to my playlist worth of exactly two dozen songs (don't judge I do not like music, but that's okay!), and I watched an amazing show for 2+ hours while I was supposed to be in bed (don't tell on me. I beg you). I realized rather quickly that by limiting the amount of active screen time like writing very fast, can be less stressful for me. I'm always stressed and maybe that's because I've written over twenty thousand words in my novel, or that I'm constantly writing nonstop for several hours at a time. But being able to relax and take a break from Scratch itself, gave me time to reflect for myself without the distraction of others on the screen 24/7. No offense, guys. So I've written this part in a diary written by Tina, you know, one of the main character's you'll be seeing throughout camp. I've put a bit of my life in her story, but nothing too personal for me, and I still stayed in character with Tina, which is the most important part.

✰ A fictional story written in the diary of Tina Vanwindle ✰

Today, 3/11/23:

All right, sure. You can say I'm a bit technologically advanced when it comes to writing and storytelling. I'm literally on a screen all day everyday and I take no breaks in between my media time. Sure, I adore writing, but most of my day is spent on the new computer I just got for my eleventh birthday!

You may be wondering what I was listening to, or what I was doing while I was listening to music, right? Well lucky enough for you, I have plenty of free time to tell whoever may be reading this! While I was listening to my two dozen songs (didn't listen to all of them at the time ‘cause that’s impossible), I was packing my bag for my trip I'm going on tomorrow with my beloved parents, and the first song that played was Immortals (you know, like the one from Big Hero Six, or commonly known by who sang it, The Fallout Boy.

It's been a couple of years now since I started secretly watching shows when I'm supposed to be sleeping, and I figured out that I don't actually have to go to sleep when it's bedtime. And so I started this habit where I'd watch a show in my bed on my computer ('cause it's a big screen) cuddled in blankets. I also came to a quick realization that although my parent's have convinced me time and time again that they come check on me while I'm sleeping, is a complete lie and a totally deceiving. So ever since like two to three years ago, when I was around the mere age bracket of nine or ten, I've watched shows all by myself and seen some crazy things and have never been caught by my parents. Sure, I accidently left my computer open once to go to the bathroom and my cat noticed, but she's not intelligent enough to tattle, so I've been golden for years. ~ Written by: Tina Vanwindle ~ 3/11/23 (Words : 533)

(Total Words : 749)

Last edited by Iris_Galaxy (March 11, 2023 23:31:47)

IvyCreations

claim <33

part une.

“Do a relaxing activity.”

activity : talking to my sister

wc: 146

Jas spent time talking to her sister, Runa, but probably not enough. So she decided to try and talk to her now. They talked about a lot of things–dreams, fandoms, books, music, and even some more personal stuff. Runa was a pretty fun sister, and, though she could sometimes get very angry, she was a good sister. Jas enjoyed conversations with Runa, and she enjoyed singing with her. Though they both had separate music tastes, sometimes their music converged, and they’d sing to the same song–or they’d learn the words to each other’s music. They thought the other wouldn’t notice, but they always did. Jas learned the names and tunes to TheFatRat songs; Runa was kind enough to listen to Alec Benjamin and even liked him herself. All in all, though there were some ups and downs, they were sisters, and that was all that mattered.

part deux.

“Consume media”

media : fanart of Doreen Green

wc: 161

There’s this one digital illustration I look at a lot, and every time I look at it, I find some new, small detail. I even set it as my phone and laptop wallpapers. It’s a drawing of my favorite character, Squirrel Girl, aka Doreen Green, and, though you might not find it special, I do. I love looking at the profile, the shape of everything and how it all fits. I love looking at the way they textured the hair, a detail I hadn’t noticed before. I love the way the shadow falls on her cheek, showing its rounded shape. I love her eyes, and the fact that they’re simple, but also really pretty. I like how the color is split into four segments, which is really unique. I really love the shadows and how they curve and crescent, and I love the way everything just… fits. It’s really clean while also being sort of messy. I love it a lot.

part trois.

“Write a story”

wc: 644

Jas was always sort of busy, but her art and writing didn’t usually make her stressed. What really made her stressed was her everyday life, and the anxiety that came with it. She had always been an extrovert, all her life; but a couple years ago, she’d developed severe anxiety. She hadn’t really known it; she was just that dumb thirteen year old who everyone thought was weird. She had so many good things to say, but it just… never worked.
That was, until now. As 2023 had come into play, Jas’s anxiety had gotten better. Yes, she still had it–but it was getting better. It was easier to talk to someone, easier not to laugh at everything you say because you’re nervous that they’re going to make fun of you, so you try to do it first. It was easier to just be her, and easier to know when it was appropriate to be weird, and when it wasn’t. Sure, crowded rooms still daunted her, she still had anxiety attacks–but it had gotten better. It wasn’t perfect, and that was okay, because she’d grown as a person.
Of course, growing as a person is quite helpful when you’re going to meet your role model. Doreen Green had never been a real person–until now, that was. Some strange experiment had brought fictional characters into the real world. Unfortunately, they hadn’t brought Loki into the real world yet, but they had brought Doreen. Rather than hiding her tail, she now flaunted it–not that anyone would even question anyone having a tail nowadays. And she was going to events, catching bad guys, all that fun stuff.
And today, Jas was going to get to meet her.
For once, the anxiety that came with the thought of social interaction was not from her actual social anxiety; it was from the anxiety of talking to someone so famous. She had once thought that only she and a few others had liked Squirrel Girl, but, seeing everyone with their comics, cosplays, and action figures, she realized that she had been wrong.
The sign in front of the event park wasn’t easy to miss, and said, in large, red letters:
“MEET THE UNBEATABLE SQUIRREL GIRL!”
Jas felt her heart jump- Doreen Green was real, and she was going to meet her? It was almost unbelievable.
She dug through her purse for the tickets she’d purchased, the money from which was all going to charity. The were emblazoned with the official Squirrel Girl logo, which, of course, had received a couple tweaks from Doreen herself.
She showed her tickets to the greeters, who let her into the park free of charge, and then made her way past vendors and activity booths, to the stage that said “meet Doreen Green!”
Everything in her froze in that second, but not badly enough to make her run away, like she normally would have. She took a deep breath, and collected herself. She hadn’t expected to be on a stage, but that was okay. She was ready for whatever life threw at her. Sometimes she felt bad that things so small could feel so big and daunting–but she was working through her problems, and she was proud of herself.
She stepped in line, mind whirring, questions forming, as she finally saw her. Doreen Green, age 14, over five feet tall and not an inch mean. Red hair cut short, like usual, and green eyes glittering as she talked to an actual reporter.
She listened intently to the questions Doreen answered, until, finally, it was her turn.
She stepped onto the stage and greeted her.
“Hi, Doreen.” Jas whispered.
“Heya! What’s your name?” Doreen leaned forward in her seat.
“I-” Jas cleared her throat. “I’m Jasper. But everyone calls me Jas.”
“Well, that’s a cool name ya got there!” Doreen winked. “Now, whaddya got for me?”

TOTAL WC : 951

Last edited by IvyCreations (March 15, 2023 15:28:05)

Froggola

poor ibex :[

anyways, 5th!

strange_skies

this weekly is so cool go daily team :0

theawesomemarbler

The weekly seems easier this week…

Laureldrop

2. started 3.14.2023
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/668379/?page=1#post-7042362
100 word reflection - do a relaxing activity
104 words
I spent 15 minutes making a smoothie that should've only taken 2 minutes to make but instead took me 10 - probably because I was listening to Lord Huron. The smoothie was a mixture of frozen blueberries, blackberries, strawberries, raspberries, and refrigerated mango. Once I finished making it, I proceeded to drink it while dancing to Concrete by Lovejoy (absolute bop by Wilbur, go listen to it now). I got 2 minor brain freezes, and after finishing the smoothie, I went back up to my room and kept dancing until the song was over. The timer coincidentally ended as soon as the song was over.
100 word reflection - consume media
100 words
I spent around 15 minutes reading the Inheritance Games, and while I won't give away too much (spoilers) I must say I was pleasantly surprised by the book. I knew nothing about it when I started reading it, and was surprised to find out it was more of a book about legality and the like. I was amazed at how well the writer worked in action into it, and it shows the troubles of what comes with wealth. I think this book proved that fiction books, even action ones, can change your perspective on life as much as non-fiction books.
500 word story
Considering I made a smoothie and I read the Inheritance Games, I shall write from the perspective of Avery Grambs making a smoothie at Hawthorne House.
503 words
I walked down the long hallway. Libby had given me crudely written directions for the kitchen, but they were less than satisfactory. After looking down at it, I gave up and asked Xander for help. He led us down a series of secret tunnels (which Oren was less than pleased about) because “it was faster”. Surprisingly, it was - we ended up at the kitchen in only about 5 minutes. Xander dipped an exaggerated bow and disappeared back into the tunnels. I was instantly overwhelmed by the size and luxury of the place. The triple-ovens are massive, not to mention the fridge and the plethora of ingredients. Some I didn't even know existed - what were barberries? But I knew the basics of a smoothie, and I find no less than 4 blenders sitting on shelves. When would 4 blenders all be used at the same time? I picked one out and set it on the counter. Oren silently stands in the entryway. The refrigerator has an ice machine, and as I put a cup to it, it comes out instantly. I carried it over to the blender and dumped it in, then searched for milk. There was almond, oat, regular, 2%… Instantly overwhelmed, I simply picked the regular one and poured in about half a cup. After I put in the berries, I was suddenly nervous. In my experience, blenders were excessively loud. I plugged my ears and gingerly pressed the button - and no sound came out. It was on and running, but it was completely silent. I rolled my eyes. Trust the Hawthornes to have a silent blender, I thought. After I poured it into a cup, I went around cleaning everything. Oren reached out to stop me. “They'll do it.” “Who?” “The staff.” I felt uncomfortable having other people work just because I was hungry. I shook my head and continued putting away the ingredients. I distinctly remembered Alisa mentioning that the staff get paid even when they aren't working, so I assumed that they were busy with something else. As I stacked everything away, I suddenly realised that I had no idea how to return back to my room. I looked at Oren inquiringly. “Do you know-” He nodded, already guessing my question. “Come on.” He sets off at a steady pace, and I keep a few steps behind. 7 minutes later, we're outside my room, Oren already taking his position outside the door. I head inside and decide to blast some music. I grabbed my phone and picked a song at random, smiling a little when Paramore pops up on Spotify. I realise with a start Alisa has already bought Spotify Premium and uploaded all of my playlists. How did she know my- you know what, never mind. I hum along to ‘Last Hope’ and I finally feel at peace when a tapping at my fireplace interrupts me. Jameson really has the worst timing. I sigh as I head over to the candlestick on the wall and pull on it.

Done!

Last edited by Laureldrop (March 14, 2023 20:42:48)

Corgi3210

Weekly #2

Part 1:
Word count: 103

I sketched in the sunlight, my back against the wall. The pencil hovered over the paper, leaving thin, black, strokes. Sunlight flooded the room, casting a shadow over the walls. I stretched out, extending my legs, content. My fingers brushed through my tangled, knotted hair, tying it. I slid open the window slightly, opening the blinds. I felt the steady breeze and the sunlight's warmth on my back as I ran my pencil around on my sketchpad. I sip water from the glass cup. The water feels moist on my chapped lips, and I swallow the drops as it trickles into my mouth. I leaned against the wall, satisfied, and I let my eyes shut.

Part 2:
Word count: 107

The media I consumed was Allegiant by Veronica Roth. I immediately found myself deep in the book, intently following the content even though I hadn't read much yet. I was unsure how to feel about the death of the factions, how the factionless group is now bigger then the former factions, and Evelyn Johnson in charge of it all. The group (Tris, Tobias, Tori, Zeke, Christina, and Peter) make the decision to leave the city because they don't trust Evelyn Johnson. They leave their city to the world beyond theirs. Beyond the factionless, the Dauntless guards, and the outskirts of the place they used to call ‘home.’ Who really is Edith Prior and what is the purpose behind her divergent mission? What lays outside their factionless city? What lays beyond the only place they've ever lived in?

Part 3:
Word count: 502

I blinked.

“Tris, is that you?” I said, looking at the familiar silhouette. The fog covered the midnight-blue sky, swirling hazily. I was outside the Erudite headquarters. “Tris?” I say again, unsure. This time, a figure emerges from the fog. But it's not Tris. “Christina? What are you doing here?” I asked. “Creating a diversion.” She says, brushing her hair behind her ears. "What?“ I say. ”I'm here to stop you from stopping Uriah from stopping Zeke from stopping Peter from stopping Tori from stopping Tris.“ Christina says. ”And what, again, is Tris doing?" I say with a sigh. Of course she's doing something. Christina tapped her mouth. “Not saying.” She said. “You really don't know?” I say, scanning her eyes. Christina's eyes widened. “How did you know?”
“I'm Tobias.” I reply, out of habit. The corner of Christina's mouth twitches. “And so you are. Well, anyway, if you're trying to find Tris, I would say to save that until tomorrow because she's very hard person to find when she doesn't want to be found.” Christina says, turning away and walking back to the Erudite compound. “I blinked.
I get up with a jolt. It's 7:30, I hadn't found Tris yet. I look for Christina, which isn't hard. I walk up behind her and tap her shoulder. She turns around. ”Any luck with Tris?“ I say. Christina shakes her head. I turn around and head outside. The fog from yesterday cleared and it was a clear, sunny day. I shove my hands in my pocket and walk forward, looking around. ”I was looking for you!“ A familiar voice exclaims behind me. I turn around. It's Tris. ”So was I.“ I said, wondering what to ask next. ”What were you doing?“ I asked. She had a sly smile on her face. ”Oh, you know, nothing much. Just going to be on my way then if we're done here-“ I interrupt her. ”Where are you going?“ I ask. Tris smiles. ”To the Dauntless buildings. Or the remains, anyway.“
”Why?“ I demand. ”Guess you'll have to find out! Be there at 2:00 sharp." Tris says, turning away and walking ahead.
I head to the broken buildings in the Dauntless sector. I head inside, light flooding in the dark room. Creaaak! Alert, I look around. “DAUNTLESS CAKE!” Figures jump up. I flinch, stumbling backward. Tris and the others stand in front of me. “…Happy birthday, Tobias. The Dauntless cake was to throw you off.” Tris says. “Wouldn't a simple ‘happy birthday’ be simpler?” I point out. I notice Christina standing next to her. “Sorry for lying to you, I had to.” Christina said, sheepishly. “Ok, ok, sure, sure, whatever, if you're not going to eat the cake, then I'm gonna eat your share.” A voice said. Uriah. He was grinning, standing on Christina's left. “Ok, ok. But why did you guys do this?” I demand. "Why did we do this..why did we do this? Tobias, you're an idiot.“ Tris says. ”No, I'm not!“ I say angrily in defense. ”Can't anyone do things just because they want to?"

Dauntless cake <333

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anomimieseawing

ooh yes okay this is what I needed though– I was just thinking about finding insporation
Edit: poor Smarlls <33

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cxtton-moon

weekly 2!

Part 1

The relaxing activity I chose was petting and playing with my cats for 15 minutes. My beloved cats are named Tiger and Marlo, Tiger is our local sleeper, and our lovable, clumsy tabby cat with a love for food, and Marlo is our beautiful, enchanting, adorable, and sleek tuxedo cat with a feisty personality. I love these cats with all of my heart, and my heart felt like it could burst out of my chest if those kitties got any cuter, chasing around a “red dot” (also known as a laser), or playing with a tassle and pom pom stick. (100 words)

Part 2

The media I “consumed” was chapter 42 of Stellarlune, a book in the Keeper of the Lost Cities franchise. Chapter 42 is about Sophie confessing her love for Keefe, and then they kiss. Honestly, it's the most adorable thing I've ever read, so it just makes me giddy and makes my heart beat faster every time I read it. The part about Sophie and Keefe kissing makes my heart beat in my chest and makes me want to read that page over and over and over again. Sophie and Keefe both have lots of flaws (and I mean a lotof flaws), but together, they are way better. They balance each other out, Ro (Keefe's bodyguard) says in an earlier chapter, and honestly, I have to agree. They make a perfect couple. (132 words)

Part 3

Sophie was a 24 year old woman now. Her battles with the Neverseen were over, and she was safe. Just as Sophie was putting a jeweled barrette in her long, wavy blonde hair, a knock rang out on the door. Sophie hurried over to it, smoothing her lavender gown with layers upon layers of tulle and slipping on some amethyst heels. She opened the door, and a familiar smirk greeted her, carrying a large box, wrapped to perfection. He seemed to be struggling to hold it.
“Keefe?” Sophie said, stunned, “I… er… what are you doing here? And why do you have a big - ”
Keefe put down the box, and stopped her with a kiss, his lips soft against hers. His warm hand slid around her neck, and Sophie shivered at the sweet motion. He laced his other hand with hers, and when they finally pulled away, Sophie was sure her cheeks were flushed and her emotions were spiking everywhere. Picking back up the box, Keefe guided her to her soft, large bed.
“Wh-what?” Sophie asked, unsure what she was asking. What was it about cute boys that made her brain cells disappear?
“I brought you a gift,” Keefe said shyly, taking Sophie's other hand, “Go on, open it!”
Keefe looked so adorably excited as she carefully unwrapped the present, and inside was… a cat?
The cat had wide, enchanting amber eyes, and it was a creamy brown.
“Oh my goodness, Keefe!” Sophie said, blushing furiously, “I love it! He's adorable!”
“I decided to name him Keefster,” Keefe joked, grinning widely, “I knew you'd love it, since that would mean you'd have a mini-me to snuggle with you every night!”
Sophie rolled her eyes, and said, “Maybe I'll name him Cappuccino!”
“Cappuccino?” Keefe asked, “What's a Cappuccino? Is it a human thing?”
“Yeah,” Sophie replied, “Thank you so much, Keefe! I love him!”
“Well…” Keefe said slyly, “How ‘bout you thank me with another kiss?”
Sophie’s eyes probably rolled to the back of her head, but she leaned forward and gave him a kiss anyways, Cappuccino in her arms.
When they broke apart, Keefe said, laughing, “I swear you love me more and more every day.”
“Oh yeah? And you don't?” Sophie countered, giggling.
“Well,” Keefe said, blushing, “I never said that…”
The trio (Keefe, Sophie, and Cappuccino, of course!) walked down to Calla's Panakes tree, where Sophie and Keefe had hung out many times. The petals swayed in the spring breeze, filling the air with the scent of flowers, bringing peace to all. They sat down, and Cappuccino settled in Sophie's lap, purring softly.
“Wait…” Sophie asked, suddenly suspicious, “How did you get a cat? Cats are human animals! You would've had to go to the Forbidden Cities to get these!”
Keefe flushed red, mumbling, “Well… you know, I wanted to get you something really special. Something permanent (for the most part). Because that's how I'd like our relationship to be. Permanent.”
Sophie eyed him suspiciously, unsure where he was going with this. “What are you talking about?”
Keefe knelt down on one knee, pulled out a ring, and took a deep breath, saying, “Sophie Elizabeth Foster, you are beautiful, kind, amazing, smart, and so many other things. I love you with all of my heart. Will you marry me?”
Sophie's eyes filled with tears, and she covered her mouth with her hands.
“Yes!” She choked out, “I would love to be your wife!”
Keefe laughed, and Sophie thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Keefe picked her up and spun her around, still laughing.
They kissed profusely, and then went back inside the pastures, arm in arm, to tell Grady and Edaline about their new life together. (623 words)

TOTAL WORDS: 855

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_gardenia_

꧁ ❝ weekly two - mental health & inspiration ❞ ꧂
swc march 2023
❝ have a nice day stranger who's reading this<3 ❞

⌦ ❝ part one - do a relaxing activity ❞

215 words

i stared into the blank abyss of the blue sky i am surrounded by while my nerves slowly faded into nothingness. it was a surreal feeling, the gentle west wind blowing through your hair as you take a sip of your tea, the sun shining its warm rays—casting long shadows. in the evening, after everything has settled down, when people chatter quietly to each other, weaving secrets, stories, lies, when children play about on sidewalks and dance along the streets, it really is paradise at its finest. it is the natural order of things that brings me peace in my dullest moments. taking a moment to watch the sun slowly climb down from the sky's cloud-filled rungs, painting the sky a new golden magenta, is a mystical experience. i wonder if one day, i'll get to reencounter it in this metropolis i'm held prisoner in. because, always in due time, everything loops back all at once, and i have to go back in once more. but the spirit of nature's temperate rhapsody will forever wrap itself around my tired frame, keeping me alive when i need it most. when my body returns to dust, i would like to prance among the flowers in a sky beginning to cry so i can breathe one final time.

⌦ ❝ part two - consume media ❞

sweden by c148 // 151 words

this one particular piece of media makes me feel like i'm in a faraway land, reaching for something i will never grasp. reaching, reaching, but always failing in the end. a place where i could float away to paradise anytime i wanted, and sit in peace as i try to entertain the idea of better times when everything wasn't as hectic as it is now. once, every day when i got back from school, i would sit behind my old ipad screen, marveling at ldshadowlady's videos and wishing to be just like seri. i can still reminisce about the moments when i watched shadowcraft, when i watched oasis, when i binged zoocraft, when i laughed and laughed and laughed till i rolled over. i wonder where those times have gone now, thrown away into the past or floating about in the future? but, after all, nobody plays blitz to be fair.

⌦ ❝ part three - final story ❞

finally i get to use my old ocs // 666 words :>

“nobody plays mega walls anymore, ocean.”

she glanced over her shoulder to see her roommate staring intently at her hp computer screen. had she been there the entire time, watching her play minecraft? angelica had endured 15 minutes of horrible survival gameplay, with skeletons comboing her character ten to one, and she commented on mega walls? “huh? are you living in some different dimension cause everyone plays mega walls these days!”

“ocean, get on my level and play some blitz.”

“blitz? what the hell is that?”

“you don't know what blitz is?…”

“no duh!”

“give me your laptop, i'm going to introduce you to blitz. you have a lot of catching up to do…”

***

in her first match, as angelica guided her through, she got destroyed by every horse tamer 10 and every spele 8, but it was kinda fun… at least she got a couple kills. some of those rod pvp gods were going to be the death of her one day, but she knew she would just have to get better at the game, or pvp in general. she hadn't practiced the rod in ages, so it was no surprise she had failed her first game. “hey, you did pretty good!”

“eh… i guess. i wanna watch you play since you're the expert and everything.”

“aww, thank you, thank you.” angelica grinned at her as they switched places.

“i can't believe i'm letting you sit on my custom-made gamer chair.”

“what can i say? you're welcome.”

“jesus christ on a bike…”

***

“hey, doesn't the sky look nice?”

angelica had stopped in the middle of the game, making sure to hide somewhere secretive so she wouldn't flawlessed left and right. she had turned ocean's character to stare at the sun and the cloudless, halcyon sky. it was as if time had slowed, with the noises of crits and deaths in the game slowly fading into nothing. a soft wind came through the open window of their dorm, twirling about in balletic movements. a robin chirped his sweet song on a sprawling oak outside, redolent. the blocky sun stared at them, and they stared right back. the moment seemed to last a lifetime, and another before a sharp ding reminded the pair that there was a game going on and that they were about to get flawlessed.

swapping to the axe, angelica managed to get a couple crits off before fleeing with a measly two hearts left. “my heart's pounding like a sinner in church…”

“and i thought you were the expert here.”

“shut your trap! i'm going to win, just you wait and see!”

“whatever you say… oh, look, there's a guy to your right.”

muttering a curse under her breath, angelica sped away as she regained hearts—a pursuer hot on her tail. an arrow whizzed by, nearly missing her by an inch. as she f5'd, she saw them pulling out a fishing rod. “for the love of god, how did everyone and their grandma become rod pvp gods so fast?”

she turned to face them and landed five solid crits, taking only three hearts. “woah, there's another guy behind you.”

sure enough, there was a person critting her from behind. angelica fled again, her back hunched in concentration. “you look like one of those sweaty 8-year-old gamers right now.”

“i don't have to get reminded again. asher already told me that yesterday.”

“you really must be a sweaty gamer if two people have already reminded you. phoenix is coming after you next.”

“i'm just trying to win here, take pity on me!”

“tryhard.”

“oh my god…” she hid behind a tree and munched on steak as the other players took each other out. soon it was just her and some horse 10 left. she knew she would get comboed out of existence in less than a minute, but she had to give it a shot.

***

“i guess everyone plays mega walls, to be fair.”

“i knew you'd succumb to mega walls in the end.”

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aIoe-there

Part 1 - 183 words

He gives us the signal to begin, each of us punching and kicking in a timely manner. Calmly but confidently, our uniform's sleeves make a sharp sound, indicating the force we are using, yet our faces show a relaxed expression. Our belts flap, but nobody dares make a sound. We move quietly, swiftly as you will, across the mat. Our kicks and punches in a complicated form. Or perhaps, that is what it is called. Form are combinations that are prearranged to develop a student's technique. It consists of anything from punches, kicks, blocks, and stances. The students finish with a hard punch, yelling, surprising everyone around them. The master orders to come back and stand still, and then bow. We then return and sit in a mannerful way, watching the other colored belts do their form as well, each more complicated then the next. Perhaps it is just like how you age - like school. Your belt is your identity, age is not the matter. But we all treat each other the same way, regardless. And that is what I love about taekwondo.

Part 2 - 134 words

I read the book Divergent, and although I'm not quite a fan of dystopian books, (sorry dystopian lovers!) I tried it out. I quickly realized I wasn't interested in the beginning. But when Beatrice decided on her faction, I sat up in my bed. It was hard predicting what she was going to choose. You could feel the suspense rising, regardless of it being a book. Her own brother decided to betray their family, by choosing Erudite, which, Beatrice and I would have never known. I sat in shock for a few minutes at the words on the page, screaming out to me. At this point, anything was possible for Beatrice. It was suspenseful at that moment, when suddenly, she made her choice. Dauntless. And who would've known? Had she betrayed her family too?

Part 3 - 585 words (really rushed lmao)

Jo read her book while in the car, going to the take out restaurant. A certain store caught her eye – no, it wasn't a store. She spotted the words “martial arts” and immediately brought her book down. It was not any of her concern anyways, as it was quite boring in her humble opinion. Jo told her mom to stop by at the martial arts place, which hesitantly, her mom did, U-Turning into the parking lot. They walked in, and a friendly jingle at the door welcomed them. The sweet smell of coziness filled her, which made her smile slightly. But what was she thinking? Jo was obviously unfit for taekwondo, or any martial art. An old man with a sweet smile walked out of the mat, and ordered the other students to sit down. They immediately did, following his orders. Jo's mom whispered, “Wish you could do that to me,” and chuckled. Jo rolled her eyes sarcastically, her mom always made puny jokes like these. The master bowed at them, surprising both Jo and her mom. “What brings you here today, ma'am?” the master asked, his calming accent showing gravely. Jo's mom got into some small talk with the master, who seemed very friendly; who would've known, for such a violent sport? Turns out, it was not, like Jo had thought. She looked relieved at the thought, which the master laughed at. Jo frowned, but the master just patted her head, smiling. It was so contagious that Jo had to smile too. “I'm Master Lee,” Master Lee said. He then explained everything about taekwondo – there was so much that Jo hadn't known! Taekwondo had lots of parts, ranging from form, breaking board, hand techniques, kicking, and sparring. There was so much that Jo had no idea about! Sparring was what you mostly thought about in martial arts. One set sparring is one set of a sparring match where you perform moves that help you gain points, which is played in a sparring match. Jo liked to call it “civilized fighting” and she wasn't entirely wrong. They had chest guards, mouth guards, and so much more material to help her be safe. Jo liked the idea, and Master Lee invited her to the session already in place. Although she didn't have her uniform, it was fine. They weren't sparring today, which was relieving, in fact, they were reviewing for their belt test. Jo thought, more tests? She had enough in school. Jo said that aloud, to which Master Lee chuckled. “You won't participate in it; you are rather new, and know nothing about it.” Jo sighed. Less pressure, for now, she thought. As she attempted to follow the other colored belts throughout all of the stuff taekwondo had, the people were extremely friendly, willing to help. Master Lee was rather humorous as well, saying a joke here and there. Even though it was very hard to follow, with lots of precise kicking here and there, Jo followed along. She found it fun, and not what she expected, in fact, she expected the master to be strict, and for very violent sparring and things like that. Jo was glad she entered, even though it meant she wouldn't have any take-out that night. Jo brushed off the thought, and decided she liked this way more. Master Lee was friendly, and so were the students, and Jo really liked that. As she tried on her new uniform, she felt she was in a place that she belonged in.

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Dahipuri

Weekly

For poetry

Part #1
1.1- Activity- Went out to play with friends
1.2- 50-100 words of reflection

I love playing with friends outside. I went out to do that and had a lot of fun, as bhaiya and boys group had come. Which does not usually come as they like to study more than play. I played with them and had a lot of fun. They are of my age and mentality. I also got sad as a few girls bullied me. Although I love playing with boys which I got to do and I am happy for it. We usually have a lot of fun together. We talked about what we think that the gender of the other person thinks about us and all that stuff. We discussed school and math too. We even discussed literature and history. I really enjoyed meeting them especially after a long time as they come once in a while. (139 words)

Part#2
2.1- Activity- listened to suno gaur se duniyawalo
2.2- 100 words of reflection
It filled me with patriotic spirit and I really love this song. It is one of my favourite songs and it fills me with respect for me country. I love India. I can do anything for it. I want other Indians also to be patriotic about their country which most of my age are not. This song encourages me to do so and stand against those who say ‘India hai, chalta hai’. I want to bring about this change and this song encourages me to do so. I feel very nice after listening to it and I love it. It helps me calm my feelings down when my friends bully me for being patriotic. (114 words)

Part#3
(Weaving a story using the 2)
Title- Friends in India

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1ovesick

Weekly 2
Part 1

On this rather cold day (I live in the UK), for my activity I decided to go out and enjoy my most loved sport — basketball! Our coach decided to train us with an exciting game to practice our accuracy. We had different levels to shoot from which collected different numbers of points for our team. The thing I most adore about basketball is the adrenaline and the teamwork, something that was used frequently in this game. After that, we had a shootout to see who would win the whole game. If you scored, you would continue, if you lost, the person behind you could seize the chance of eliminating you from the match. Our team won! I felt very proud of us and excited. Ultimately, I won Player of the Month and took home a brilliant trophy. This was a great day. (143 words)

Part 2

I was reading The Chronicles Of Narnia. Once I read a few pages I already started to sink into the book, as if I were one of the main characters. The description made my imagination burst with colours and vivid pictures. I wanted to keep reading to see what the ending would be because of the rising action on every page. There were four main characters, all with the same feelings and personalities: one was caring, yet stubborn, one was rude, yet adventurous, one was skilful, yet scared, and one was smart, yet problematic. Although they all had different strengths and weaknesses, each of them was used in the right, not the wrong. (113 words)

Part 3

Liana wakes up to a beeping sound. She feels as though she was in a pool of sweat, while she fans herself with her hand because of the heat. What the heck was that sound? She checks her phone — 23:45. So it couldn't be her alarm clock, it was something outside. Liana stands up wearily and goes to check through the window if anything was there. There, outside, she sees a strange, radiant light glowing in the darkness. Feeling too curious, she creeps outside of her room to the closet and shoves on her winter coat and wellies. Liana tip-toes outside eagerly. She searches for the same light, but all is dusk-black. Liana hears her wellies squelch in the puddles and feels the patter of the rain around her. It doesn't take her eyes long to adjust to the dark then she sees the looming lamposts everywhere. Still searching for the inquisitive light, Liana journeys through the night.
After what seemed hours, Liana eventually re-covered the vivid light. It welcomingly beamed at her, as if it was telling her to come forward. Liana obeyed and walked over to the light. She saw what the light was really trying to show her: some fantastical basketball players. They were jumping up and down, yelling, cheering, shooting… It was breathtaking. Liana had a passion for basketball, so she was especially enticed by the brilliant players. One tall, broad-shouldered eighteen-year-old started with the ball and skilfully dribbled it to the hoop, somehow succeeding in avoiding the other team's tacklers. He shot in seconds. The basketball travelled through the air, all amazingly slowed down as it flew to the hoop. It hit the backboard. Liana and the players watched it longingly. It motionlessly fell through the hoop, scoring an impressive basket. Everyone cheered as Liana watched with her mouth wide open. Wow. She thought, That was just… Fabulous.
After a few games and a few more ecstatic cheers, the players noticed Liana watching them.
“Hey!” The broad-shouldered boy exclaimed to Liana, in a deep voice, “You wanna play a game with us? You look like a dog staring at a sausage.” He chuckled and looked at Liana hopefully.
“Well —” Liana started until she got cut off by another girl, about seventeen, with a strong Canadian accent,
“Yes, join us, girl! It'll be so much fun. Plus, we need another player on one of the teams.”
Liana really couldn't resist, she took a short breath and said coolly, “I mean, it could be fun, I guess. I'll try.” She tried acting all ‘chill’ but actually, she was squealing inside.
"Great, come join the Dawgs then.“ The deep-voiced boy announced. ”Oh, my name's Izayah by the way, that girl is Aria,“ Izayah explained, ”The guys next to me are called Jay and Charles, and the girl next to Aria is Trisha,“ before heading to his side of the court.
Trisha politely asked, ”By the way, what's your name? Oh and, you can come to this side of the court.“ Liana rushed to her side and quickly told them her name.
”Let the game begin!" Jay yelled.
The adrenaline started to gusher in, as everyone jumped about, shouted instructions, passed, dribbled and all sorts. Liana played as well as she could, the way her dad taught her. Pass to the left, get in space, block with your body, tackle, and then shoot! She hurled her ball at the hoop, hoping she would score. The ball circled the rim of the hoop, pondering if it should fall in or not. In the end, it dropped in and a basket was scored. Excitedly everyone cheered for Liana. That night was so memorable. (619 words)

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PhonyOOOPS

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MouseLoverr

Weekly–878 words total

Relaxing Activity ~ 146 words

There are a few things that relax me, but for this weekly I chose to tell myself a story. I’ve been doing so for just about as long as I can remember, whispering stories to myself, usually where no one can hear me. It’s what made me realize that I could be an author. When I tell myself stories, I get involved in them, the characters and settings I’m whispering about become my reality. I tend to get distracted by my stories, which can be a problem because unlike other distractions, I can’t put it away. I can stop thinking about the story of course, but it usually doesn’t work. When I tell stories I lose track of time, and, depending on how good the current one is, lose track of what’s happening around me, similar to what happens when I read a book or write.

Media Osmosis ~ 143 words

I listened to Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin for part 2 of this weekly. This song has always appealed to me, ever since I first heard it. It’s not the kind of music I usually listen to, but I love it because it has so much story potential! The song is about a boy who is ‘forsaking karma’, as the song says. He is on the run from karma, as the name of the song suggests. There are places mentioned in the song too, and for me it provides a clearer image of what is happening in the song. My favorite line from the song is ‘he runs because he knows he can’t hide’, which has so. Much. Potential for a story! About every line in the song is inspirational, and if you’ve never heard it, I’d recommend you go listen to it!

500+ word story–589 words

Starla walked down the bustling city street, avoiding all the vendor’s eyes. Making eye contact was a big don’t–if you did, then you get buried in the vendor’s sales pitches and dragged into buying something. She already had what she needed anyway. Eventually, the bustling street turned into a slightly less busy street, and Starla slowed down. An old man watched her from the shadows and she walked over to him.
“I brought you food.”
He squinted up at her, the sun getting in his eyes when he lifted his head. He raised his hand to block the sun before replying, “Oh? And what do you want from me?” Starla sighed. “Not everything has a price.” The man shrugged. “It’s better to pay up font them to owe favors.”
Starla rolled her eyes. “I disagree.” The man looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to name the price. Starla sighed. “How about you tell me about… The shadow boy?” The man winced at the name. “That’s a little steep for just a meal,” He tried. Starla smirked and countered, “Food is one of things you need to stay alive. And…” She pulled out a box from the bag she was carrying and opened it, revealing rich, buttery rolls. The most expensive–and the best–in town. His eyes widened. “You set me up.” Starla grinned and shrugged, “Maybe…” The man sighed. “What have you heard about the shadow boy?” Starla thought for a moment before replying, “He’s pretty young, somewhere between fourteen and eighteen. He never stays in one place for very long, and he’s armed and dangerous.” The man chuckled. “Well, most of that is true.” Starla crossed her arms. “Elaboration, please.” The man cocked his head with an evil grin, “See, annoying you is ever so much more fun.” Starla scowled. “If you don’t tell me anything, you won’t get your food.” “I was under the impression that I get the food first,” The man said. Starla put the bag of food behind her back. “Nope. First, you tell me about the shadow boy.” The man sighed. “I’ve met him a few times. That’s all.” Starla groaned. It was harder to get information from this man then she thought it would be. “You met him a few times. You have to know something about him.” He siged and leaned back, crossing his legs. “Perhaps I do, but why should I tell you?” Starla groaned loudly. “I have food for you. JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW!” The man sighed, but, clearly realizing he’d hit Starla’s limit, finally spoke. “I knew him when he was young. He was always an odd child, introverted and left out of so many things. Then, when he was eight, he ran away. I never knew the exact reason, but I suspected it was because he developed magical powers. And you know how society treats those with magic powers. I saw him again a few years later, running from so many people. I let–or rather, forced–him to stay at my house for a few days, to get a good night’s rest and a decent meal, which he hadn’t had in years. I was right about the magic power manifestation, too. After a bit, those chasing him caught up with him and he had to go on the run again…” He trailed off with a sigh. “I’m sure that’s more information then you were expecting.” Starla reluctantly nodded, and before he could ask she handed him the bag of food, slipping away back into the crowd.

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