ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴀʀ - ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 256
ᴛɪᴍᴇ - 5 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ
ᴏᴘᴘᴏɴᴇɴᴛ - MouseLoverr

RANTING

This is a word war entry by Val, where there is no prompt, therefore this will be filled with random ranting with absolutely no meaning or real truth behind it. I have currently missed two (or maybe three) dailies because I procrastinated too much, and I flunked my very first weekly this and last session (which was also my first session) so technically two sessions—ANYWAYS—I’m kind of disappointed but at least the points that I earned for my cabin Bizarro Fiction counted and hopefully we’ll climb higher through the leaderboard! WOW I have three minutes left my words per minute is slightly higher than I thought—this is currently in mobile and I might fix any typos I find because I can <3 although I have way more typos usually but I’m actually doing this carefully woah :0 i swear to mangoes I wonder how many typos I have right now so far and ooo I have two minutes left. WHY IS FIVE MINUTES SO LONG??? Wow awesome I have to go afk but I cant stop writing now which is great. Anyways while I’m absolutely ranting, I’ll tell you all that most of my mobile typos are between the letters I and O— for example if I am to say the words “going” i might say “goong” because my thumb is too lazy to go any farther. Also U and I has the same effect—instead of “thought” i say “thoight” which is great. WOAH TEN SECONDS LEFT thats awesome so concluding this is my rant LOL.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #14 - ɪɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʟᴋʟᴏʀᴇ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 250 / 400
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 0 / 400 (500)

ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ

I sighed as I stared out of the window. The world was out there, right at my fingertips, but completely out of reach.

No. I am not a fairytale princess.

In fact, I'm just a regular girl who has regular clothes and regular homework. I have friends. I go to school.

Except for quarantine. That was the thing that was keeping me from going outside, from exploring the world, which was a sudden desire that I didn't have before. The desire to walk around forests, holding a camera and taking pictures of trees, lakes, birds and squirrels, and anything else from the woodland.

But that wasn't an option. I sighed and flopped onto my bed, turning on my phone and switching to an audiobook for Æsop's fables, and to Mercury and the Woodman, my favorite one. I closed my eyes and thought of the story, of the Woodman's axe, of Mercury appearing… .

“Careful down that slope!”

I whirled around and suddenly tripped and fell, sliding down, finally thumping against a tree. I winced as I stood up, rubbing my back and swiping dirt off of my clothes.

“Who was that?”

I saw a tiny sparrow land on a branch as I looked around, looking for the source of the voice.

“You're looking at the wrong way, silly.”

I looked up at the sparrow, which I saw was looking at me in a peculiar way. It tilted it's head in a snap.

Wait…

“What's with the staring?” the sparrow asked.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #17 - ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 614 / 250 :0 thats a lot
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 400 / 300

ꜱɴᴏᴡᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ did NOT know what to call this lol

My world used to be normal.

My world used to be a regular village with regular shops, friendly neighbors, the best village chief in town. There would rarely be a burglary, probably only twice per year. The village chief was fairly old, but he was always energized and provided the best for the people. Orange blossoms would be nearly in every bush you saw. Everyone loved them, because they meant purity.

Until the Sorceress came to town.

The people were confused when Rhododendrons started peeping among the orange blossoms. A couple of people (including my older brother) touched them, and minutes later had skin irritation. By the week, there was a larger quantity of Rhododendron than orange blossoms, and by the month… they were all gone.

The amount of orange blossoms after the Rhombus Wave, which people started calling, were less than the amount that there were before. But Gale of Bismuth, the chief’s advisor and village Seer, has gone frantic, muttering about danger and that the world will never be the same. “Beware the Flood!” she shrieked once.

There were dark clouds in the sky, but they seemed more violet than the dark gray and blue. The next day it was thundering, rain pouring, nearly flooding the streets.

Then there were nightshades everywhere.

The first appearance was on the village chief’s wife’s flowerbed. Word around said that she was curious and touched the leaves. By two minutes her hands were red and itchy, and by the hour she was in desperate medical aid, the village chief miserable.

They grew faster than any plant could. You could stare at a bud, and five minutes later, see the flower fully blossomed. When the nightshades touched an orange blossom, the little white flower would crinkle and die, making the violet one prosper more. And before you knew it, there wasn’t a single orange blossom left.

Around ten of the villagers were gone, including the chief’s wife, and twenty others were in critical condition, my brother being one of them. The nightshades were abundant. People stayed indoors, shops were closed. The village chief ordered that the flowers were instantly cut down, and if not possible, to rid every bush or tree with them completely.

Gale of Bismuth had the strongest effect out of all of them. In her hut you could hear screams of agony, and when the villagers found her, she left behind a Sight, warning everyone about the Sorceress. Her daughter Dale was named the new Seer of Bismuth at only ten years old.

It has been a month since the Violet Wave. I sat on a bench outside, eyeing the nightshades cautiously, the rain drizzling. The sun hasn’t been seen at all since the violet clouds. We all knew that the Sorceress was here. The nightshade was her symbol of dark thoughts and her sorcery.

I sighed. I missed the older days. I missed when the sun was always shining, where the shops were open and the people were bustling about. I missed the real peaceful rains, where instead of locked in everyone was outside, the children jumping in puddles, enjoying the occasional refreshing showers.

Most of all, I missed the orange blossoms. Everyone did. The purity of the delicate white petals, seen in every corner. But instead, we see nightshades.

Shockingly, I saw a small chunk of orange blossoms at the crack where the bench was. But when I looked more closely, they weren’t orange blossoms. They were snowdrops.

There was thundering in the distance. I stood up and looked at the distance. This was not another thunderstorm.

She was here. And looking back at the snowdrops, I realized.

There was still hope.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴡᴀʀ - “ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ɢʟᴜᴛᴇɴ-ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜱᴄᴏɴᴇꜱ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘꜱᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.”
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 60
ᴛɪᴍᴇ - 1 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ
ᴏᴘᴘᴏɴᴇɴᴛ - Corgi3210

ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ɢʟᴜᴛᴇɴ-ꜰʀᴇᴇ ꜱᴄᴏɴᴇꜱ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘꜱᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.

The sugar monsters were rummaging along the festival. I knew what I had to do.

George ran and passed me a pole from one of the carnival tents.

“YAAAHHH!” I shouted, and launched the pole at one of the sugar monsters. But then I felt dizzy.

When I recovered, I realized that I missed.

More monsters emerged. The gluten-free scones!

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #19 - abstract concepts
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 801 / 300 :0 thats a LOT more
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 400 / 300

title wip did NOT know what to call this lol

“That would not be very reasonable.”

Reason raised an eyebrow at Determination.

“Well, that’s because you aren’t a risk taker! Not like me!” Determination said proudly, giving them a brave smile.

“This is why most people call you Stubbornness instead.” Reason groaned at them. This is why the more… reasonable… of the bunch, like Logic and Rationality, never liked the outgoingness of the types of Determination, like Courage and Bravery

“Whatever,” Determination shrugged it off. They frowned at the large ravine at their feet.

There was a human in between the two, probably half their height—or, well, they were double his height, Reason knew. He couldn’t see them, obviously, but he definitely could feel them. And like most humans do, this one probably thought that their fight was what he was thinking on his own accord. Foolish humans.

“Think about it. You could literally die!” Reason shouted at Determination. “I get it, you might make it, but there is a HIGH probability that you’ll fall to your death.”

“About 84%…” came a voice, and Reason and Determination saw Logic thud right next to them, at Reason’s side. “Do you see the width of this ravine? You’ll need a whole bridge to be able to cross.”

“Oh, that’s not fair!” Determination shouted, stamping their foot in frustration. “Can’t the ones from your side stay away? I’d need one of my own then!”

“And who are you gonna call? Arrogance?”

“Their name is Confidence, and yes, I might as well will.”

“Adding Confidence to this increases your chance to die,” Logic rolled their eyes at Determination. “Not a good choice.”

The human who was staring at the ravine back away slowly.

“NO! WE CAN MAKE IT!” Determination shouted desperately.

“We’re not winning, Stubbornness,” Reason groaned, scowling at them. “Look at his face. That’s Doubt.”

Doubt indeed floated down next to them, eyeing the human. “Great. A wimpy human needs me.” He looked over at Reason, Logic, and Determination. “What did you guys do?”

“We have to cross the ravine,” Reason nodded toward the large crevasse on the ground. “Determination decided to jump it.”

Doubt stared at Determination in shock. “JUMP IT?! Are you crazy???? The chances of surviving that are doubtful!”

“As your name states,” Determination rolled their eyes at them.

“I say we go,” called another voice, and Reason saw Determination give an ear-to-ear smile as Confidence, with Bravery at their side, landed next to them.

Rationality thudded next to Logic, raising an eyebrow. “Let’s be rational—meaning, let’s be me. Can a human jump over this? Probably not. So, there’s your answer.”

Logic glared at Rationality. “Here they go, always summing up our answers and claiming the title for themselves.”

“WHAT ABOUT,” Creativity shouted, appearing randomly. She waved her hands in the air. “WE BUILD A MEAN OF CROSSING INSTEAD! THROW A ROPE AT THAT TREE! ZIPLINE!”

Everyone stared at her. She was one of the only ones that used specific pronouns, being “creative” and being like the humans.

Now the human was getting overwhelmed. He grasped his head and pulled at his hair.

“OhmygodwhocalledStress?” Doubt said quickly, covering their face with their hands and groaning.

“You all did,” Stress said emotionless, landing next to Doubt. They sighed and looked at their watch. “It is four in the afternoon. When did this start, five in the morning?”

“I joined at one in the afternoon,” Logic stated.

“I just joined,” Creativity shrugged.

“This started at eleven in the morning,” Determination sighed.

“I sense more humans needing me,” Stress groaned, pinching the bridge of their nose. “I’ve been a lot more popular these centuries. Let’s get this over with.”

Everyone started shouting.

Logic started stating the statistics of the ravine, while Reason backed it up and Rationality summed it up. Meanwhile, Confidence started collaborating with Bravery about the possibility and good feeling of making it while Determination desperately joined in.

Creativity was in her own argument shouting about ways of crossing other than jumping.

Doubt started refusing all the ideas, more around Reason’s side, while at the same time thinking about going home.

Stress was staring at all of them. Their name was Stress, for abstract’s sake, and this was more stressful than they can ever be!

The human fell to the ground, the spontaneous combustion of emotions bombarding his head. He knew it wasn’t just him anymore. There were other beings exploding his brain. He ran away desperately, knowing that one voice in the back of his mind was telling him to escape.

Everyone quieted down when they realized that he was gone.

“Good job,” Stress clapped slowly at them sarcastically. “You just let Self-Consciousness win.” He sighed and floated away.

Clinging to the human’s backpack, Consciousness smiled, knowing that the other eight million of types of them were keeping the humans safe.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴡᴇᴇᴋʟʏ #3 - ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ - { 535 / 200 } | { 430 / 300 } | { 626 +64 / 450 +50 } | { 830 / 700 } ||| { 2421 (2485) / 1650 (1700) }
ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - { 400 / 400 } | { 400 / 400 } | { 400 / 400 } | { 800 / 800 } ||| { 2000 / 2000 }

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1
ʙʀᴀɪɴꜱᴛᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ
535 / 200 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

Emotion—how to brainstorm? xD Emotion is something that most humans have and comprehend, and is really needed in writing to set the mood or atmosphere, add feeling to scenarios, and make your characters feel alive! It doesn’t just make the writing feel richer, but also makes the reader experience the emotions, and that helps your writing be more successful.

The way you write scenarios or dialogue give out different emotions. What I first struggle with but now use all the time are the different variations of the word “said.” For happiness, you can say “smiled,” “beamed,” or for those scenes with threatening death or absolute demolition—! Um, something like “gasped,” or combined with “said, with a shocked face” or “murmured worriedly.”

Describing scenes in different ways also show different emotions. For example, if I were to describe a ruined city the MC used to live in, there is a positive way and a negative way. Here are two examples:

Shocked relief? (Example A)

Past the bushes, I emerged to a ruined city, the sun peeking through some clouds. I instantly recognized it as my hometown, and I smiled. I pulled Jack along with me.

“It’s Ardonia…” Jack beamed. He gave a happy laugh and ran along the streets.

“I can’t believe it’s still standing…” I said to myself with awe, walking slowly. It has been forever since the destruction. Everything was down, but it was still recognizable. I smiled at the thought that I was home.

Signal words like revealing the sun, the smiles from the characters, laughs, excitement, and positive thoughts or happy memories show that the feeling is good.

Disappointment (Example B)

Past the bushes, I emerged to a ruined city, the clouds covering up the sun, casting darkness among the ruins. It took me a while to recognize it as my hometown, my spirits lowering at the complete destruction it was in. Jack appeared behind the bushes and saw what I was seeing.

“It’s Ardonia…” Jack murmured, an anxious look on his face. He walked slowly among the streets.

“I can’t believe it’s completely destroyed…” I said to myself with shock. It has been forever since the attack. Everything was down, and I couldn’t recognize it at all. This was home, and it was destroyed.

More negative words like covering up the sun, the shock of taking all the negative in, the characters refusing to believe makes the feeling bad.

Between the two, the setting is the same, but it’s written completely changing the view. In both examples the town is ruined, but in the positive example it was perceived as recognizable and it was still standing, while in the negative perspective it wasn’t at all, and it was completely down, despite the level in both being exactly the same.

Jack ran toward town in example A, while he walked in example B. Energy is considered positive in various cases, so it makes sense that he’ll walk instead. But, in the positive one, the MC walked too. Awe is also a quite strong yet quieter form of positive shock, so they’ll need to walk to take it all in. It all depends what other words you use to combine actions with descriptions.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2
ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ
430 / 300 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

“Don’t do this! Please!”

A small tear ran down my cheek, I felt pressure on my chest, and I didn’t want to believe what I was hearing.

“I have to!” Fern, my older brother, shouted, his face red and also tear-stricken. “You know the rules. Only one of us can get through.”

This was his plan—he would be the one sacrificed so I can get through. And I can’t deny it—I didn’t want to die. But I didn’t want him to die either.

I struggled from the ropes that bound me in, which was part of a booby trap. “We can find another way—!”

“THERE IS NO OTHER WAY, CAN’T YOU SEE?!” Fern yelled, and this completely silenced me. He stood there, his knuckles going white as he gripped his torch with force. “You don't understand, brother. I have to do this. Don't you dare try and stop me."

I looked at the ropes in defeat. “I can’t really, can I?”

The torches on the walls made flickering shadows of us in our state.

“Plus, you have to get back to Mom.”

I snapped my head back and saw Fern’s face at his words—worry, anguish. His head was down and he looked sideways, avoiding eye contact.

“What do you mean?!”

“I know you’re the favorite. I won’t deny it.”

“No, Fern, if one of us is going to see her again, then we’re both going to see her again.”

“You’re my half-brother, *!” Fern snapped. “Mom doesn’t love me like she loves you! So you’re the one going back to her.”

“Fern, you’re making no sense!”

“I think that’s enough fighting, Ben,” Fern hissed. He pulled his knife—his father’s knife—out of the sheath, and reached out for a rope next to him, which would untie me, and… I couldn’t finish the thought.

“FERN WAIT!”

Fern turned to look at me, regret clearly in his slightly-watery eyes. “What, Ben?” His voice quavered.

Another tear rolled down my cheek. I squeezed my eyes. “You’re going to leave without a goodbye?”

Fern stared at me. Then he ran toward me and squeezed me in a hug.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He held me at shoulder length. “I love you, brother, I always have. And I love Mom. And your dad.”

“They love you too, I know it,” I sniffled at him. I looked at him right in the eyes. “Please come back home.”

Fern looked at me in shock, then used his arm sleeve to wipe the tears from his eyes. “I will. I’ll try.”

Then he backed away and cut the rope.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3
ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏꜱᴇ
626 / 450 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || 64 / 50 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

Emotion: Lonely

Narrow Down: The main character is lonely because their best friend moved to somewhere new and their everyday activities aren’t the same and are boring. They miss their friend and call every day but they’ve been in less contact and they feel lonelier since that’s the only friend that they have been around in for a couple of years. They discovered that their friend has moved on. (64 words)

“Awwh, I’ll miss you too!” Carrey whined, and hugged me tightly.

Today was Carrey’s last day in Wilderness, our little town. All her suitcases were packed and stored in the trunk of the cab, with the UHAUL truck right next to it, ready to follow.

“Call me when you get there!” I shouted at her as she ducked into the cab. Carrey poked her head out of the window and smiled at me.

And the next thing I knew, she was gone.

She didn’t call me when she got there, because the trip was a five-hour car ride. The first time she called me was two days later.

“I’m so sorry! I was so caught up with the suitcases and finding my new apartment and navigating around the city! It’s a literal jungle!” Carrey said.

“It’s okay!” I waved her off through the phone. “Don’t worry about it.”

I sat alone at Lilly’s Coffeeshop, which was where Carrey and I went to grab coffee every day. It wasn’t the same without her. Milly, a barista, loved chatting with us, and my conversations with her were different than they were with Carrey.

“It’s really sad that she moved away,” Milly said as she handed me my coffee. But it didn’t even taste the same anymore. It used to be a cup of sunshine, but now it was just a cup of bland coffee beans.

We volunteered together at the Wilderness Cave, an animal shelter for pets and hurt wild animals too. Carrey and I loved feeding the animals and talking to them. But today I sighed, petting the german shepherd Buster.

“Do you miss Carrey?” I asked him.

Buster looked at me with his large eyes and whined.

“Yeah, me too,” I replied, running my hand through his fur.

***

It has been a year since Carrey left. The longest amount of time without a call was a month, and the shortest has been five days. I knew that we were growing apart.

I fiddled with my bracelet as the dark of my room enveloped me with long arms. The bed wasn’t made, the desk was a mess.

I turned on my phone. I had four missed calls to Carrey.

She was moving on. I knew that it would have happened eventually, but I didn’t want to think so.

I haven’t. I have been desperately trying to hold on, to keep the friendship that we had, our memories, everything that we did.

The truth was that I’ve been friends with only her for a couple of years. I didn’t have any other friends. Everything that I did with my life for four years has been with just Carrey.

I haven’t gone to the Wilderness Cave in a month. I missed Buster and all of the other animals, but I couldn’t go in anymore without thinking about Carrey. The same was for Lilly’s Coffeeshop.

I opened the Photos app on my phone. Not a single photo was without Carrey. As I was scrolling through my gallery, I got a notification from Instagram. Carrey has posted something new.

And in shock, it was a photo of her drinking boba with an unknown girl.

“Drinking @BobaFactory’s finest boba with @carreyslays’s finest friend! Besties! <3 @ashagloww-”

That post hit me with a pang.

In a lower post, it was Carrey, kissing a guy.

“Love at first sight… just got engaged! I love you @georgeharold <3”

I remember that Carrey used to have a boyfriend here at Wilderness, by the name of Hayden, who was the kindest and sweetest guy you could ever have. She also said that she’d keep in touch. But I guess she’s moved on from him too.

She didn’t just move on. She formed a completely different life.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4
ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ
830 / 700 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

Dark gray smoke rose into the air. The sky was just monotone, without a peek of the sun anywhere, or a spot of blue of the sky.

Footsteps echoed throughout the ash-covered carnival. The wooden rollercoaster laid in shambles, the logs completely crushed. The seats of the ferris wheel whined as the wind blew on them, the only lights flickering. The tents of the different carnival games and food stands had holes of varying sizes scattered on them, a few with still glowing embers eating through the rest of the cloth.

The carnival was in a miserable state, a sense of despair and disappointment in the air. The cries of fear of the visitors as flames spread across the whole amusement park. It was a sense of horror and negativity.

“Laa la-laa la laa…”

Along the uneven footsteps at the likes of skipping was a voice in the distance that echoed throughout the whole park.

And out of the clouds of smoke emerged a red-headed little girl in pigtails.

“Ohh AMYYYY!” The girl shouted into the smoke. She giggled and shifted her weight from her heels to the tips of her toes like an excited child that had to stay in place.

Another pair of footsteps ran through the dense fog, and another girl appeared. She looked exactly like the first one, but she was blonde instead.

“I’m here May!” Amy rejoiced in a sing-song voice.

Both girls were wearing short puffy dresses filled with fun vibrant colors, that noticeably stood out against the depressing gray swirling among them. May reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a small red kazoo. She wiggled her eyebrows at Amy.

“Are you ready?” May asked, smiling from ear to ear.

Amy nodded her head vigorously, and pulled out her yellow kazoo. “Ready!”

They both inhaled comically and blew on the kazoo.

The two’s kazoo sound echoed across the whole carnival, and when they ran out of breath… nothing happened.

May frowned. “What happened?” She whirled toward Amy. “Did you forget something?”

“No!” Amy shouted. “Just give it a minute.”

Then there was a high thump sound, and the two turned to see the ferris wheel’s light turned on at it’s max volume, then a second later engulfed in flames.

“Yay!” May shouted with giggly laughs. “It’s on fire! It worked!”

Amy gasped in awe as the flames were reflected in her blue eyes.

“Let’s do the rollercoaster again!” May shouted. The pupils in her wide, red eyes were tiny specks, as she seemed to be fully insane.

“Coming May!” Amy shouted as May ran towards the rollercoaster and out of sight.

Amy smiled maniacally. She was close, really close… but not quite yet turned. She remembered when she had blue eyes. Her green (almost red) eyes were wide and round, but she hasn’t been blinded just yet.

As Amy retreated from the flames, she heard a voice, slightly older than hers, say “Ohh, this place is ominous.”

Amy froze and turned around instantly, scanning the fog, but she couldn’t see a thing.

“Oh my god!” The voice shouted. “Is the ferris wheel on fire?”

Another voice but slightly deeper responded. “Holy mangoes, it is!”

Amy cautiously crept through the fog, and got close enough to see the owners of the voices.

It was a girl and a boy, much older than Amy, staring at the ferris wheel. They seemed to be brother and sister.

“Quick Amy, grab that bucket over there!”

Amy’s heart did a horrified backflip. They knew who she was? She was about to reveal herself when she saw the sister shout, “On it!”

So the sister’s name was also Amy. That complicated matters.

“AAAAAMY??” May’s voice shouted. Oh no. Shhhh, May, SHHHUSH!

The brother stopped. “Who was that?”

The sister named Amy froze, holding the bucket. “Did they say my name?” She asked.

No, Amy thought. They said my name.

Amy quickly ran away from the siblings until she collided with May.

“Ow!” Amy yelped. “May, what are you doing?”

“You didn’t appear!” May pouted. “So I came to get you!”

“Shhhh!” Amy shushed May. “There are two people here! And one of them is named Amy!”

May gasped. “Ooh, what fun!”

“No! Not fun!” Amy hissed. “They’ll see us and we’ll be caught!”

May rolled her eyes. “They won’t know about Ihamad’s Madams! They’ll just think we’re some random 6-year-olds with colorful dresses.”

“But your eyes!” Amy shouted. “You’re fully turned! They’ll definitely see that!”

May shrugged it off. “Let’s go meet them!” She giggled insanely and ran toward the ferris wheel.

“No! May!” Amy whined, then ran after her.

She felt searing pain in her eyes. She yelped and fell to the ground, her hands against her eyes.

“Oh no…” she ran toward one of the carnival prizes, a mirror, and looked at her reflection.

Her eyes weren’t wide and round anymore. They were regular sized, and so were her pupils.

And her eyes were blue.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #26 - ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 199 / 200 (oops)
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 250 / 200

ʙᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜɪᴠᴇʀ

Orion ran in the forest, trying to find his prey. His bow was slung over his back, along with his quiver full of bows.

A bray was heard in the distance. Orion ran faster, as fast as his legs would carry him. He didn’t have much time—it was almost midnight. He looked up to see the moon nearing to the highest point in the sky.

The stars. Orion saw the stars, shining brighter than he could ever shine. Five more minutes, he predicted, until midnight. He was very close.

Finally, he could hear the slow thumping of hooves. He slowed down and hid in a bush, then peeked out of the leaves.

There it was—the unicorn. He grabbed his bow and an arrow from his quiver, and aimed his arrow at the unicorn.

He let go. There was a bray of pain as the unicorn fell, and when Orion pulled the arrow out, saw the unicorn fade, leaving shining sparks.

Orion touched one of the sparks. It was midnight now. He started to glow, brightly, and he felt the stars taking him away, high up in the sky, as he aimed his bow down at earth, shining in stars.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #28 (29) (ʙɪᴅᴀɪʟʏ #3) - ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴍᴏꜱᴘʜᴇʀᴇ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 321 / 200 - 169 / 150 ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 500 / 400

ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ - ᴀɴ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ꜱʜɪᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ

Cold water knifed my face as I dived deep into the Atlantic Ocean. Bubbles surrounded me as the air got pulled underwater along with me. I inhaled a bit of oxygen from my tank as I pedaled down deeper, deeper…

The ocean deep was dark, and the lighting was starting to weaken as I dived deeper. This was going to be a breathtaking discovery if I found it. All of the clues led here. It has to be here.

Another couple minutes of me diving was exciting and suspenseful. I wasn't near the deep, not just yet. Just a little more depth, and it would be right… here!

I gasped–then stopped halfway to conserve oxygen–when I saw the giant shipwreck that was right before my eyes. I swam closer and admired the hull, the ropes, and the pillars that held the sails. I brushed my hand against the wood and noticed that this could be at least 100 years old.

I swam inside. The wood was still old, but there was a lot of furniture covered in seaweed and underwater mossy stuff. There was the occasional minnow here and there, and there were a couple of barnacles in corners.

I approached a desk that had a rusty metal lantern on top of it. I admired the wood, the handles of the drawers, and the style of the desk. This was a Clarkson 1940, which was very antique and didn't even exist anymore.

Oh, come on, I thought to myself. My oxygen was running low. It was supposed to be full, but Mike never filled up the tanks all the way. I'd have to explore the rest of the ship next time, and for now, murder Mike.

As I started swimming back up to the surface, I decided to check out the sails and the ship's rigging system the next time I came back down here. This was truly a rewarding experience.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

My bidaily buddy gardenia and I both wrote about sunken ships many a years old, with wildlife and the forces of nature taking over. Both ships were underwater, although mine was down in the deep while hers was more toward the surface. We both relayed how the ship was ancient, but while her scientists were exploring outside, my diver went ahead and explored the inside, describing their findings.

I was a bit more focused on plot, on the diver’s expedition down the deep, while gardenia’s scientists found the ship and described it in vibrant detail. Another great difference, along with my diver and gardenia’s submarine, was that my diver had run out of oxygen, and couldn’t explore further. Meanwhile, gardenia’s scientists could explore as long as they wanted.

My diver also knew that the ship was here, due to clues they were following, while gardenia’s scientists had found the ship on accident. But our ideas of old underwater ships and a bunch of wildlife were portrayed the same way.

ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ
ᴄᴀᴍᴘᴇʀ - ᴠᴀʟ ( @ᴘʜᴏɴʏᴏᴏᴏᴘꜱ )
ᴄᴀʙɪɴ - ʙɪᴢᴀʀʀᴏ-ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
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ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ - ᴅᴀɪʟʏ #30 - ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 200 / 176
ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ - 100 / 0

Fantasy Academy ☬ SWC Month '24

๑ ⟻⟼⟻⟼ ☬ ⟻⟼⟻⟼ ๑

You look up at the large doors to Fantasy Academy. You were excited—you would get to learn magic at the hands of the four professional tracks—plant, abomination, illusion, and potions.

“Welcome!” A voice echoed. You see the gates open, and four teens exited the building, the one at the front with open arms. She had long dark hair, a light blue uniform, and a wide smile. She was Val, from the Illusionist Track.

Another one had length color hair, and a green uniform. They were Name, from the Plant Track.

The teen with length color hair had a magenta uniform, which was from the Abomination Track. That was Name.

Lastly, the teen from the yellow-uniformed Potions track was Name, with length color hair.

Val raised up her hands. About five other Vals appeared behind her, cheering. Name grew flowers from beneath their feet, Name rose an Abomination waving hello, and Name threw a bottle, causing colorful smoke emerge from the entrance.

“This is Fantasy Academy of the Boiling Isles, and we can’t wait to have you!”

๑ ⟻⟼⟻⟼ ☬ ⟻⟼⟻⟼ ๑

ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ

Adventure - Adventure Treasure Hunt ✵

✵ ⃕ ⤻ ⃕ ⤻  ⃕ ⤻ ⃕ ⤻ ⃕ ⤻ ⃕ ⤻  ⃕ ⤻ ⃕ ⤻ ✘

(250 words)

You crept along the dark cave, holding a torch. You wore a slay adventure’s fedora, the typical beige attire, and a determined face. You were told to follow a treasure map, that at the end you will find something that will change your life.

Finally, you could see a dim light at the end of the tunnel, and when you reached the mouth, you gasped in surprise.

You emerged into a giant cavern, with stalactites hanging from the ceiling, water sparkling. There was a giant pool in the middle of the cavern, and in a small island in the center were four teens.

“Welcome, treasure hunter!” The one in the middle called. She smiled. “I see you made it through! Only those who manage to find their way here are skilled enough to be in our treasure hunting team.”

The teen put a hand on her chest. “My name is Val, your leader. These are my co-leaders, Name, Name and Name.”

They raised their hands at their names called. Name tipped their hat to you, name threw confetti in the air, and name tossed a wooden something to you.

When you caught it, you saw that it was a small wooden box with the symbol ✵. You opened it to see ten silver coins.

“To begin, make sure to grab a name tag with those coins. Then you’ll really be part of our group.” Name said. Val winked at you.

“So, treasure hunter. Ready to find the Chest of Bismuth?”

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Historical Fiction - The Hi-Fi Postmen ✪

↢ ⟸⟸⟸ ↢ ✪ ↣ ⟹⟹⟹ ↣

(266 words)

It’s 1860, and the Ibex Express is thundering across the Lands of SWC! Join Val, Name, Name and Name as they set off to deliver letters and packages to all SWCers abroad!

↢ ⟸ ↢ ✪ ↣ ⟹ ↣

Hooves thundered as you rode your horse toward the home of the Ibex Express, with letter of admission in hand. You could see the SWCan flag waving in the air, as well as the emblem of the Ibex Express right next to it.

You pulled the harness to stop your horse, and you dismounted.

“Woah there, Budgie!”

You saw Val in the distance, stopping her horse after practice. She was talking to one of the other Ibex leaders.

You ran over to them. “Hey!” You called “Are you the head of the Ibex Express?”

Val turned to look at you. “Yeah, that’s me! I’m Val.” She smiled. “This is one of my co-heads, Name.” Name smiled and waved. “What can I help you with?”

“Well,” you handed her the letter. “I was wondering if I could join you?”

Val laughed. “You don’t need a letter to ask to join! I will read it though,” she winked. “My other cos, Name and Name, can help you enlist!”

She pointed toward a shed, where two figures—Name and Name—were brushing the Horses.

“Woah,” Name said as they read your letter. “You live in Writer’s Cove? And you wrote this ten minutes ago? The Cove is thirty miles away!”

You smiled. “Yeah. My horse is really fast.”

“You know, we could use someone like you.” Val said, giving you a determined wink. “We’ll get your name tag ready.”

↢ ⟸⟸⟸ ↢ ✪ ↣ ⟹⟹⟹ ↣

Science Fiction - The Sci-Fi Experiment ۞

✧ ⬿⬿⬿⤳ ۞ ⬿⤳⤳⤳ ✧

(315 words)

It was a bright, sunny day. You were at one of the lab rooms of Sci-Fi Labs, experimenting with different types of slime and goop that was discovered last week by Name, one of the Lab Supervisors.

Next to you, another Trainee suddenly screamed. You turned to them in panic and saw that their purple slimy mixture was rising, rising, it made holes for eyes and one for a mouth, until it engulfed nearly the whole room. You ran and slammed the emergency button.

“WARNING. WARNING. DANGER IN LABORATORY FOUR. PLEASE PROCEED TO SAFE AREA. WARNING. WARNING…” the alarm looped.

You and the other Trainee ran towards the Safe area, where two of the Lab Supervisors and a couple of other Trainees were at, standing in front of the door.

“You’re from Lab Four. What happened?” Supervisor Name asked with a worried face.

“I don’t know,” you responded. “But there is a giant purple goop monster in the lab now!”

“Well, did you lock the lab down?” Supervisor Name asked. You stared at them.

“Uh…”

“RUN!” A voice shouted. You turned to look at Name—one of the other supervisors—and the rest of the trainees, and right behind them… the purple goop monster.

“/What/ is THAT?!” Name shouted. They rapidly went to the keypad and swiped their card, unlocking the door. Name hastily pushed the heavy door open and ushered the Trainees inside.

Finally, Lead Supervisor Val, the head of Sci-Fi Labs, came out from the corner and threw a chair at the monster, which promptly swallowed it whole.

“Val, come on!” Name shouted. Supervisor Val ran towards the door, shoved everyone else in, and closed it behind her.

Panting, she turned the lights on, and everyone’s worried faces were illuminated.

“There is a giant slime monster on the loose,” Supervisor Val stated. She turned to look at everyone. “So split up. And start mixing weapons.”

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