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daily 2

440 words

words: dreams, dust, fire, breath, leaf (@–tranquility)

The paper shakes in his hands, flimsy, fragile. As thin as the beautiful red leaves this planet’s known for, cut off the felled trees by the million and shipped away.
He snorts as he scans the words. A letter. No-one writes those anymore.
It’s not meant for him, but he reads it anyway.

Hey. It’s been a while.
I still don’t know if you’re even getting these. The others say it’s no use, that I’m just shouting into an abyss and no-one will ever hear me. But what else am I supposed to do?
Isn’t it funny - this is all I ever wanted, yet I am still lost without you.
Anyway. I’m sure you already know how much I miss you. I’m sure you’re sick of it after all these letters. I’m sure you’re fine back home, that you barely think of me anymore. And that’s just how I want it, you don’t need to feel guilty, I would never want to hold you back.
I wanted you to know that there’s seasons on this planet, just like home. It’s autumn now - your favourite. If you were here, you’d be wearing your scarf and sipping hot cocoa (who knows where you would have got it from, but you would have found some, I’m sure) and grumbling about how you didn’t want to go outside. So I would do your shift for you and bring you back one of those leaves everyone’s buying - who knows what people do with them, but they’re being shipped to all ends of the galaxy, and it’s a bloody nightmare packing them onto the spaceships - and you would hold it in your hands and say how beautiful it is when it catches the light. It really is beautiful here. One of the better planets I’ve been assigned to this past year. I could get used to it.
But I might actually be able to come home soon. The company’s going bankrupt, you see - bad for them, good for me. If they close down they’ll send me home. Oh, how I wish I could go home.
Thinking of you from across the universe,
- I

He feels breath on his shoulder. “Is that another letter? Where to?”
A glance at the address at the top of the paper.
“We ain’t paying to get it all the way over there,” the gruff voice continues. “Workers should pay for it themselves.”
The flimsy letter’s snatched out of his hands, thrown into the fire. The leaflike paper burns - and the words, the dreams, burn with it.
“Probably wasn’t important anyway.”
He turns away, footsteps making a trail through dust like ash.


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Daily // July 2 // 536 words
Words provided by @iriibean
dust . time . moon . cold . silk

The moon shone on a vast desert, one that was not made of sand, or snow, but of a special magical dust used in the potions and wands of the spell-casting tribes that resided in the desert.
On this night, the desert and it’s dust was not alone.
A lone figure rushed across the land, clad in a cloak made from a deep purple silk, adorned with white designs that resembled the constellations scattered across the sky. They pulled their cloak a little closer to them, shivering from the bitterly cold winds that danced across the dusty dunes at this time.
Suddenly pausing, the entity kneeled down, pulling out a silver object that resembled the full moon lighting the desert tonight. They opened the machine, which looked like some sort of pocket watch, and scooped some dust into it, gazing at the specks being absorbed into the clock’s shimmering face, the hands of the object glowing softly and spinning around as they processed the secrets hidden within the bits of dust. They slowed to a stop, the new time reading 11:25. The figure nodded softly as they read the clock, before closing it. They stood up, turned exactly 30 degrees to the left, and began running in that direction.
More time passed, the creature alone in this world of dust. They might not even find what they wanted, but there was no penalty for trying. At least, as long as they didn’t get hypothermia. They shivered, angry at the world for making this desert a pain both night and day. They may have been used to the heat in the day, but the cold at night was an entirely different situation. Yet, what they were searching for could only be found at night, under a full moon.
With a sigh, they slowed to a stop, hoping that they had traveled the correct distance. Once again, they sifted dust into their watch and waited for the results. Their silk cloak waved back and forth in the wind as they watched the hands spin…before they showed 5:01. Giving a smile from underneath their hood, the entity turned back around and walked back the way they had came, investigating the dust very carefully.
And then they saw it. A dust-colored orb, glowing softly with the power to transport one across time and space.
The creature slid on a pair of gloves made from the same silk as their cloak, before kneeling down, gently removing the ‘time pearl’ from its little home in the dust. Despite the cold, holding this incredible treasure made them feel warm inside, as they turned back to their pocket watch. Holding the pearl above it, they watched as the pieces of dust, empowered by the mysteries of time, flowed into the clock face, making the entire watch glow like the moon. The smile of the being’s face widened into a grin as they felt their new power, not even feeling affected by the cold of the midnight desert.
With a few words in a mysterious language, one not native to the region, they disappeared in a puff of dust. The silk-clad being was never to be seen again, at least in this era of time.

Daily #2

Travel, dagger, loses, horse, flowers. (@RLove10)

“We travel a bunch, don’t we?” I smiled and gently pat my horse’s head, he shook his head and snorted as all horses do. I gently let go of the reins, letting my horse guide the way. He could do it; we’d done it what felt like a thousand times before.
As we approached the forest, he picked his way down the path. Wildflowers and flowers grew all around the path, gently being blown by the wind. It was always a nice sight, coming back from a trip. Going back home.
Hah, too bad I never stayed for long. Sure, I didn’t need to travel but fate called me otherwise I suppose. Subconsciously my hand reached for my dagger. I needed to protect myself from the dangers out there.
Sometimes its hard not to get lost out there. Loses, loss, lost. Haha. My smile faded. I lost a battle. That wasn’t funny. I sunk into the saddle. I adjusted the shawl which rested on my shoulder. I looked up, I had completely zoned out.
We were out of the woods now, slightly closer to my childhood home. The plains stretched out seemingly endlessly. The forest thinned behind me. I clicked my tongue and my horse’s ears perked up. “Hey bud, you can run if you want now.”
I leaned forward in a slight panic as he broke into a run. All my thoughts of worry and woe were soon left behind in the dust. My hair streaked out in the wind behind me. I laughed a little. It was carried by the wind.
I could see the village approaching faster and faster. I grabbed the reins and tugged on them. The horse slowed and turned his direction a little eventually coming to a halt. I hopped off the horse, grabbing the reins and leading him closer to the village.
He followed without much resistance. Happily trotting behind me. A smile lit up my face as I saw my best friend. He glanced over in my direction. I was recognizable from far away. Being tall and having a pair of ram horns sticking out from the sides of my head.

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dailies-
7/5 - 2825 words
7/9 - 867 words
7/13 - 894 words
7/15 - 639 words
7/28 - 325 words

misc stuff-
lyb char guide - 2542 words, excluding the A/Ns since those were written in August
(A/N: the formatting got really messed up while transferring hh- just imagine anything that wouldn't fly as an english word as italicized and the names of the characters AFTER the opening 1-2 paragraphs bolded. this probably would be worth more words if I actually bothered using English titles/etc., especially in the first few paragraphs when I hadn't yet decided that it would be (title) wang and the later ones with dash-titles, but dubious amounts of transliteration is my sin haha, and for some titles like Xie Yu's “ning guo houye” that's about the same as “Marquis* of Ning” so in the end it's fInEe…
A/Nx2: this was originally written as a pitch to a friend and classmates. during the summer. for a school assignment that i haven't gotten yet. UGH. why do i do this to myself,,,,, and then I started listing characters for fun and it got a liTtLe long.
A/Nx3: imagine that whenever I say “holding on to the hem of”, I'm actually saying the phrase that Brand used in the Glass Onion** poolside monologue, and understand the struggles I had wrangling this into something that would fit the standards of both a classroom and a Scratch forum. it's a pretty good metaphor which is my problem. you know where something did slip through and I never bothered to correct it? I mentioned an xkcd comic at some point. The comparison is exceptionally poor, as I only wrote the later lists considering myself and the reasonability of posting this on the forums as the criteria.
A/Nx4: Chiyan army translates Red Blaze or something. I don't know about Langya but there's some rather beautiful analysis about 王良王牙 and why the story is called what it is. Yes, 飞流 as in… like, that 飞. I am assuming it was either MCS or Lin Chen who named him but I'm leaning 梅长苏 because, uh 梅岭 苏醒 etc. etc. I'm only realizing just now that I forgot to mention Meiling, which I'm going to blame on the fact that I never did a locations list. Jiangzuo is like, East River, but that doesn't sound as good (even if it's like. the name of a place lmao- or maybe especially because Jiangzuo is a place??? :hmm:…)
*not literally a Marquis, because the 古代 system is different, but Marquis is the translation the subs use so uhh… also I don't like the British Marquess/Marchioness haha. go figure.
**nobody calls it Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery because guess what? that's a stupid name. pick better subtitles if you want them respected.)

Langya Bang- literally, the Langya List, or translated in the drama as Nirvana in Fire- follows the story of Mei Changsu, leader of the world's largest jianghu group and top of the near-omnipotent Langya Hall's list of scholars. Having arrived in Jinling- capital of Da Liang- to recover from an illness, he is currently staying with his friend Xiao Jingrui. But all is not well in Jinling, which is quickly proving to be one of the worst places for someone to convalesce. The capital is the center for a major power struggle between the royal family's two most powerful and immoral princes- the taizi Xiao Jingxuan and yu wang Xiao Jinghuan, each with their own trove of buried secrets and closeted skeletons. Everyone is taking sides, and while there are some who are neutral it is impossible for Mei Changsu to join their camp- because the Langya Hall has declared that whichever side obtains him will obtain the world. Now, both princes will stop at nothing to get him on their side- including, if they fail, killing him. What a predicament. But Mei Changsu has a secret of his own- his true identity is Lin Shu, one of the only survivors of an army framed for treason and massacred eleven years ago, and he has returned to seek justice for the 70,000 plus people who were unjustly convicted and killed. Sounding complicated already? Wait, there's more! The treason case is the emperor's greatest taboo, and under the current incredibly corrupt court, it's going to take a lot of work to overturn it. Still, our protagonist has a plan. It's going to need his friends, his other identity's friends, his friends-of-friends, and even just some people that he's working towards a mutual cause with. Oh, and a flying teenager. It's convoluted, and risky, and so incredibly dangerous. But Mei Changsu hasn't spent twelve years scheming for nothing; if there's anyone that can pull this off, it's him.

Is there reeaally no other option but to join the taizi or yuwang? Is Lin Shu going to be able to establish the network of allies he'll need to clean up the mess that is Da Liang's six ministries? And the hundred-tael question everyone's asking: What's the qilin prodigy going to do next? Read the book to find out.

Xiao Jingrui, Mei Changsu's friend and a twenty-four-year-old with the most convoluted backstory of the bunch. Though only a few years younger than Lin Shu, he wasn't old enough to be horribly changed by the Chiyan treason case, and is still kind-hearted and very trusting.
Mu Nihuang, older sister to Mu Qing and a very cool general who leads the dependable southern border army and is on the Langya List of Martial Artists. Childhood friend and fiance of Lin Shu, she has reasons to doubt the treason case's verdict- or, at the very least, believe that Lin Shu was innocent.
Xia Dong, executive officer of the Emperor's personal secret detectives, complete with jail cells and interrogation techniques: the Xuanjing Bureau. She was married to Chiyan general Nie Feng, whose murder kicked off the treason case, and firmly believes in the guilt of the Chiyan army.
Yan Yujin, the seemingly carefree son of Marquis Yan, whose sociable persona hides quite a bit of perceptiveness and knowledge about Jinling's political scene. Like Jingrui, he wasn't as impacted by the Chiyan case as his father, who turned to Daoism and removed himself from the Court soon after the case.
Meng Zhi, Commander of the Imperial Guards and second on the Langya List of Martial Artists. Lin Shu's pen pal and incredibly loyal friend.
Lin Chen, Young Master of the near-omnipotent Langya Hall that compiles the Langya Lists. Mei Changsu's friend and a doctor with a happy-go-lucky exterior that hides extraordinary skill and knowledge. Owner of many, many messenger pigeons. Gets a book thrown in his face, and honestly? He deserved it.
Fei Liu, a flying teenager. From a definitely completely objective standpoint, just the absolute best boy. Probably has commited murder, but does Mei Changsu care? No. Neither does anyone else in the novel. Let him have his fun (killing assassins who go after his Su-gege).

jing wang Xiao Jingyan, the unfavored Seventh Prince who has been an outcast pinballed from military posting to military posting for eleven years because he believes in the innocence of the Chiyan army and his brother qi wang Xiao Jingyu. Also Lin Shu's childhood friend, he hates strategists like Mei Changsu.
qi wang Xiao Jingyu, the somethingth Prince and son of chen fei Lin Yueyao, the former taizi who was executed by poison after discovery of plans for treason. He had lots of ideas and was close with Chiyan zhushuai Lin Xie, which scared the Emperor.
xian wang or taizi Xiao Jingxuan, the somethingth Prince and son of the favored consort yue gui fei. He's got the position, but is locked in a political battle with…
yu wang Xiao Jinghuan, the Fifth Prince and adopted son of the Empress. He's winning on the independent thought department, though he still has a strategist or two. To be fair, everyone needs a strategist. That's why the plot exists in the first place.

On the taizi's side, we have:
Yue guifei, who serves as a sort of cunning strategist for her son. Without her, a major part of this faction would probably fall apart. It's like that one xkcd comic.
ning guo houye Xie Yu, who maintains the appearance of neutrality despite his heir Xie Bi being publicly on the yu wang's side. However, in actuality he's a two-faced snake and a horrible human being, and although he's trying to be a decent husband to Liyang zhang gongzhu, it doesn't make up for the fact that he's a horrible human being.
By extension, he also has zhuangzhu Zhuo Dingfeng and eldest son Zhuo Qingyao of the powerful jianghu martial arts group Tianquan shanzhuang; thanks to the familys' shared custody of Xiao Jingrui, they're associated and now both supporting the taizi.
Three shangshus of the six major departments.
Lou Zhijing, of the Ministry of Revenue. Also not a very good human being, which is why his purpose in the faction is to be a qian daizi. He's done a lot of horrible and often also illegal things, and if the taizi needs him to, he'll do a lot more.
Chen Yuancheng, of the Ministry of Rites. He used to be neutral and only partial to the rituals, but ever since Xie Yu saved his grandson from certain execution for deserting, he'll listen to whatever the houye tells him to do.
Li Lin, of the Ministry of War. He's actually alright- though he still listens to the taizi, he hasn't committed any crimes we know of. He doesn't have much of a moral backbone, but in this story it's normal (if painful) to regrow bones. He'll be fine.

On the yu wang's side, we have:
Yan huanghou, the sister of yan houye Yan Que. Her biological son died from an illness, so she adopted Xiao Jinghuan, whose birth mother Xiang ping had just died.
wangfei Lan Jin, who is Xiao Jinghuan's… wife? I think? and the relative of Zhu Yue of the Grand Court of Review.
Qin Banruo, the strategist who runs a spy network composed solely of women disguised as wives, concubines, and courtesans. She's ruthless and cunning and the heir of the Hua clan's Xuanji gongzhu, who gave her the network she currently has and is exponentially smarter and exponentially dead…er.
Xie Bi, Xie Yu's heir, who is doing the hard work of both managing the Xie household and being a helpful informant. He's doing his best, honestly, but maybe trying a bit too hard.
qing guo gong Bai Ye, a (you guessed it) horrible human being who is abusing his powers to steal land from farmers in bingzhou, which he governs. The plaintiffs complaining against him were chased into Jiangzuo territory and protected by Yan Yujin as well as the hidden Zhuo Qingyao from the assassins he sent.
Three shangshus of the six major departments:
Qi Min, of the Ministry of Justice. But really, he's just a horrible distortion of justice whose only moral code is the wishes of the yu wang. He's done a lot of horrible and illegal things, and if the yu wang needs him to, he'll do a lot more.
He Jingzhong of the Ministry of Personnel. He's not a very good human either, which is why his purpose in the faction is to be a qian daizi. In addition, his parenting skills leave a lot to be desired- his son is an even worse human being and incredibly pathetic, but not in the complimentary way.
And the Minister of the Public Works Ministry, who may or may not actually exist- I'm pretty sure it's just that the Ministry of Public Works is really boring, y'all.

You may be noticing a pattern- they each have three shangshus and one military officer. If the Emperor needs to choose a winner of this battle, it'll be a decision based on the competency and popularity among both the court and the military of the candidates. And this is the balance that they've ended up in- their nice even equality of sorts, except it's about to be disrupted as heck, because the only military officer who openly supports the yu wang has just had a case levelled against him.

But… Who's actually neutral?
Assistant Manager Shen Zhui, of the Ministry of Revenue. Unlike his fellow officials, he's out doing the honest work of a Ministry of Revenue official. You know, things like investigating prices to make sure they're legislation-compliant, sussing out the source of illegally-imported goods, things that people should be doing but aren't because of the all-consuming desire to get ahead by latching themselves on to the hems of either the taizi or yu wang and holding on for dear life. They have good reasons, though- if not for the fact that he is related to Qinghe zhunzhu of the royal family, Shen Zhui would have gotten the boot a long while ago.
Manager Cai Quan, of the Ministry of Justice. Like Shen Zhui, he's doing actual work instead of joining a faction, but unlike Shen Zhui he's a bit more stubborn, has no important familial relations whatsoever, and is a lot more likely to drain Shen Zhui's bottle of eighty-year wine while the two are having a Fed Up With The System And Venting Night In. As luck would have it, though, he managed to be overlooked enough in a Ministry chock-full of the yu wang's people to survive.
Head Secretariat Liu Cheng, the sly and fox-witted Head Secretariat who is on the side of ‘hey let’s just all chill here any maybe get a prince who would actually be a good ruler on the throne'. He holds a lot of sway with the Emperor, especially on matters of appointing and promoting new officials. He's observant- he just doesn't voice those observations, since tact is key in his position.
Head Eunuch Gao Zhan, who is perceptive and quick-witted- the best attributes to have in someone close to the often volatile Emperor. He's just about the one person the Emperor trusts, and he's a lot smarter than his bumbling act would suggest.
Oh, and the Emperor Xiao Xuan, who is paranoid and suspicious. Not much else to say here, honestly- he's also a horrible person.
The Mu Household of Yunnan, which includes Mu Nihuang and Mu Qing. Since they're tending to the Southern border with Nan Chu and keeping Da Liang from being invaded, they've got their hands full already. Besides, they're not interested in any of that Jinling drama. Not the marriage contest for Nihuang the Emperor arranged, not the corruption-off between the yu wang and the taizi… Well, actually, they might be a little interested in some of that Jinling drama, but they sure ain't taking sides.
The Xuanjing Bureau, the Emperor's personal secret detectives whom he trusts with barely a condition. They're lead by the director Xia Jiang and his three most skilled and extremely loyal disciples Xia Chun, Xia Qiu, and Xia Dong. They're named after the seasons, and you may be wondering why there is no Xia Xia, but that's just because… Actually, I have no answer to that question, but I can tell you that it would be a bad name.

Would you like an explanation on Jingrui's incredibly complicated backstory! Of course you'd like an explanation of Jingrui's incredibly complicated backstory!
Basically, there was a plague and two women of the Xie and Zhuo families respectively- Liyang zhang gongzhu and Zhuo furen-, both with child, ended up in the same temple avoiding the plague, where they became friends. They both gave birth at the same time, but there was a storm and the midwives lost track of which child was whose. One of those was Jingrui, but the other mysteriously died the next day. Because Liyang was the zhang gongzhu, eldest sister of the Emperor, the case ended up in front of the Emperor, who decided that the two families got to share custody of the child. But because it wouldn't be appropriate for Jingrui to have the surname of Xie or Zhuo, he got an Imperial name according to the Xiao Jing___ princely naming convention. Would you like the version with spoilers? Of course you- nah, I wouldn't do that to you. Or would I? Anyways, because of Jingrui the two families are very close, and even more so now that Zhuo Qingyao and Xie Qi married.

Who else is in the Jiangzuo Alliance?
Well, of the people that are named, there's Li Gang and Zhen Ping, both of whom are trying their best to make sure that Mei Changsu doesn't drop dead on the spot. They're not failing, but they're not entirely winning either. Li Gang's other goals include making sure Fei Liu doesn't kill and eat Lin Chen's messenger pigeons, and managing the household. Zhen Ping is a swordsman with no pre-prepared aliases. They're both orphans who used to serve in the Chiyan army. The two are being aided in their quest to get our idiotic genius of a protagonist to actually take care of himself by Aunt Ji, a fantastic cook who carries around two-foot iron pots full of food like they're nothing, and Physician Yan (or rather, the former three are aiding the latter's quest), a grumpy old doctor whose lifespan is being shortened by horrible patients. Actually, one patient in particular, that keeps ignoring his advice and going out in cold weather and often returning sick and coughing up blood.
There's Shisan-xiansheng, who is the music-composing spymaster running Miaoyin Court, and Gong Yu, the head musician with a talent for acting. There's also Tong Lu, a vegetable seller who passes information from Shisan-xiansheng to Mei Changsu, and let's call these three Team If They Weren't Busy They'd Be On Team Changsu Get Some Rest And Stop Being An Idiot.
Last but not least there's Lin Chen, who isn't technically a member but hangs out with them. He's also part of Team Changsu Get Some Rest And Stop Being An Idiot.

world is ending/apocalypse story - 991 words. can you tell I started this based off of a lot of my plot points for the lasagna daily?
When Jessica woke up, the sky was red. But this time it wasn’t the red of love, or the red of hurt, or the red of panic- this time, the sky was a color Jessica had hoped she would never see in this large a quantity: it was the red of the warning for an apocalypse.
The apocalypse’s exact arrival and who would cause it had never been made public, for fear of society’s collapse or a self-fulfilling prophecy. But every citizen of Towname knew that the end of the world was coming, and knew how to survive it; that information had been clearly drilled into their heads since birth. So Jessica knew exactly what to do when she saw the near-endless expanse of red above her. There was no panicking involved, just calm and methodical actions while her heart beat with the frantic energy of a trapped and panicked human beating against the walls of a glass room.
She grabbed the emergency kit under her bed, tugged on her worn leather fur-lined jacket, and headed downstairs. Her cousin and best friend Becca was still sound asleep on the couch; the last night, the two had been playing board games until they could barely stay awake, and it was no wonder Becca had almost missed the end of the world. Jessica quickly shook Becca awake, and while Becca was fully waking up she glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost noon- they had twelve hours to get to the nearest apocalypse shelter.
This wasn’t ideal timing; in scheduled drills, anyone who was much later than seven in the afternoon was often locked out due to the sheer volume of people already inside. But the nearest shelter was only a few hours away if you were on one of the Towname Public Transit buses- it wasn’t impossible that they could get to safety in time.
Jessica turned around and saw Becca trying to… Well, she wasn’t entirely sure, but Becca was throwing the mangoes Jessica had left on the counter haphazardly into a tote bag. “Come on,” Jessica hissed to her. “We need to go!”
“One moment,” Becca called back. “Hang on, I’m just-”
“The world is ending,” Jessica retorted. “You know what we’re supposed to do. Drop everything and let’s go, it’s already noon!”
That got Becca to hurry up; she slid the rest of the mangoes into the bag and then ran towards the door. Jessica quickly followed, and the two ran out of her house, down the sidewalk, and grabbed their bikes. The roads were almost deserted, but the occasional solitary car passing far too quickly to be bothered to have any sort of warning would zoom by. Neither of them bothered with heading down the roads; their real goal was to catch the last bus in the stop, the only one that was guaranteed to still be present: The Emergency Bus.
The Emergency Bus was supposed to stay in the city bus stop until the thirteenth hour of the day- the last and final emergency ride out of their city, for anyone who wouldn’t be able to get to the apocalypse shelters in time. Normally, it wasn’t active, since the large capacity of the bus meant that it needed too much fuel to be reasonable for common usage. But when the end of the world as was known began, the Emergency Bus would- for the first and last time of its existence- go into operation.
The pair sped down the bike lanes with barely any words between them; just because they had practiced for this event their whole lives didn’t mean it was in any part a time to relax. A large part of the apocalypse survival lessons had involved not allowing yourself to fully relax until you were in the apocalypse shelter, and neither of them deviated from that instruction.
They finally pulled into the bus station, around which a large crowd had gathered, but when they dismounted their bikes and prepared to join the line they realized something important. The bright red- so bright it could almost glow in the dark- bus they had been looking for wasn’t anywhere to be found.
“It’s gone!” Jessica cursed; there went their only hope of getting to the apocalypse shelter on time. Becca glanced around worriedly, surveying the crowd of equally- if not more- worried and panicking people.
“Maybe- maybe we could just ride our bikes…” Becca began.
“Your cousin is a bus driver,” Jessica spat, anger spilling out unbidden. “How long does it take to get to the next apocalypse shelter? If we’re going by bike, there’s no way we’re going to get there on time.”
“Well, then,” Becca started, with each stuttering word seeming to grow paler and paler. “Then…”
Jessica searched through her pockets, her heart speeding up with panicked adrenaline as one after one turned up empty. If there was anything that could get them there on time- maybe one of the Towname government’s teleporters, which her brother had given her a set of before he’d died, or something that could increase their speed…
Her fingers closed around a smooth circular object, cool to the touch despite the summer heat, and she lifted it out. The object was a gleaming black metal circle, with a single button and a light next to it that was currently green. Jessica gulped nervously; the object was a family heirloom, an object supposed to create a time loop that could give someone a do-over until they reached their goal. And miraculously, the light was on- at some point, it had been activated, meaning she could start the loop now and it would bring them back to that point.
“Becca,” she said, gathering up her resolve. “Here, take my hand.”
“Why?” Becca asked, but took her hand anyway in a clammy grip.
Jessica pressed the button, and the two were engulfed in a flash of green light.

july 2 daily - 311 words
prompt: sunshine, gloom, desire, fate, evermore (from @Coco_animator)
this is just a random poem

the sunshine shone, but the air was cold
the child shivered, but she felt bold
along the steps she tiptoed up
in her hand she clutched a cup
the wind blew by, it chilled her face
she still continued with an easy grace
blowing a sigh, she bent down
saw something that made her frown
a note left on never ending stairs
“if you're still here, you should fear
for these stairs will somehow end
i don't know when, but you need defence
good luck and i will see you soon
just remember this is gloom”
the child glanced up to the sky
hoping that this wasn't too high
tucking the note in her pocket
she fingered her necklace and small locket
“mother, you said to find you here”
her eyes found her dress where there was a smear
“you said up here i would desire
a small friend, maybe a roaring fire”
she continued walking, higher and higher
her hand grasped the note she had found prior
did it mean something? would fate be so bad?
her heart suddenly felt quite sad
she took off her glasses, wiped her eyes
what if mother was feeding her lies?
the person she loved evermore
what if this was just a chore?
but she had come this far, no going back
unless running down stairs was a knack
keep on going, keep on pushing
against the wall her face was smooshing
for it was night and she was tired
holding the note she had acquired
laying down into sleep and dreams
until rain came down in little streams
she woke up, but no longer there
no longer in the cold cold air
now on a bed, a nice soft mattress
now no longer feeling hapless
no longer wearing the dress in the dream

wait, it was a dream?

yes, it was a dream.

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“someday, yonder, flowers, clouds, memories”
- @skiing-dreams

♩♬ Author’s Notes:
> First non-introduction daily of the session, yippee!
> charlotte starship you're finally being used for a short story hip hip hooray
> For context, Charlotte, along with two random people, got teleported to another planet due to a machine malfunction. The maker of said machine, Hester, tells them to stay in her apartment at all times, since if people find out they’re from another planet, they may get tested on and interrogated often.

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The scene was a vast canvas, the sky painted in an inky shade of blue with numerous twinkling stars and drifting clouds. Spots of pink were scattered along the grass, twirling along with the zephyr as the camellias blossomed in the autumn atmosphere.

A woman entered the painting, her brown eyes gazing longingly at the flowers. Charlotte’s mother used to grow camellias of all sorts, from white to red. Charlotte would help bring the florets to her mother’s flower shop, smiling brightly in the satisfaction of lending a hand. She would give anything in the world to experience those memories again. Her home was not too much in the yonder, after all –– or, at least metaphorically. In reality, Charlotte would never be able to reach a planet that was possibly several lightyears away.

Well, perhaps not even in a metaphorical sense would the brown-eyed girl be able to reach her family. It was quite possible that she would be stuck on this unfamiliar planet forever, needing to hide from the world and having little friends. She could be staying here forever with no job, being unable to purchase items, and remaining with a rival that she highly disliked. She would have to get used to this strange place, and forever live with the prospect of never returning back home again.

What was her mother doing right now? Was she managing her flower shop as usual, done with grieving about the sudden disappearance of her daughter? Or, was she still thinking about Charlotte, putting up missing posters around the neighborhood? Was she struggling mentally and physically, or was she doing just fine? Did her flower shop even continue to be opened every six in the morning, or was it closed forever and sold to somebody else?

It was hard to stay positive in a scenario such as this. Although, if she continued to attempt being optimistic, perhaps things won’t be as bad as it was right now. She wasn’t going to stay here forever. She was going to return someday. Hester was a genius, and just a bit of adjusting to the machine would get her back home in no time.

She’ll just continue to repeat those words every day, and she’ll turn out fine.

♩♬ Word Count: 374

02/7/23 - 2nd Daily (+250 points)
moon, bury, rose, glowing, teapot

Pale moonlight spilled over the grass, casting eerie shadows up the hill. The moon shone like a beacon through the dark, cloudy sky; glowing, even in the darkest moments. No stars were visible beneath the cloud cover.
Atop the hill, stood a grave. A tomb, all alone in the field, faded with age. A name was carved into it, with an inscription; but it's meaning had been lost to time, the words weathered and eroded away.
Tonight, it wasn't completely alone, however. A woman; with her face shrouded by a black lace veil, a velvet hood pulled up over her head. She knelt infront of the grave, her head in her hands. In her hand: a singular red rose, which she laid atop the stone.
If you were close enough, you would be able to hear her quiet sobs, her lamentful whispers. And, if you were even closer still, you would be able to see the tiara poking out of the pocket of her cloak.
''I'm so sorry, Daniel-'' she murmured. ‘'I’m so sorry-''
The deafening silence that echoed after she spoke was almost tangible: it felt so thick in the air that surrounded her.
''I don't want to marry him- I don't love him.. but Mother- she..'' More tears spilled from her eyes, falling onto the grass.
''I met a man today, who told me that he can give me everything I ever wanted. He says that there's a way to be rid of the King, to escape my wedding- to have you..''
''..He took my teapot from my chambers, and filled it with a strange concotion; I don't know what it was; but he said if my husband-to-be drank it, I'd be rid of him forever-''
''I trust him, Daniel. I can't marry the King. Not when I love another; when I love you.''
I love you

306 words.

July 2, 2023

Five words: wish, dance, mirror, clouds, owl

When I entered the undergrowth, I was reminded of the soft voices that crowded my head for 15 years.

How I had managed to survive those 15 years, I wasn’t entirely sure. It’s a thought that left me worried for the future.

Now, I won’t have to worry anymore.

The hoot of a barn owl signifies that I’m close. Mosquitoes haunt the endless shelter of the night. Yet, the sky, clear as day, held a bright full moon. It offered comfort to me, in addition to the knowledge of what was to come.

When I had originally been approached with the offer of my wish coming true, I first wrote it off as wishful thinking that could only end in something bad. I couldn’t be more grateful that I was wrong.

I reached the clearing that was covered in a thick layer of fog. I could barely see five feet in front of me. The low lying clouds definitely added to the mysterious allure of the undergrowth. I wondered why such whimsical and entrancing rituals had to be performed in the most obscure and downright creepy ways.

Eric emerged from the fog just as I arrived, signaling that he had been watching for my arrival. He set to work immediately, laying out a small ornate mirror and a few herbs. I crouched down and settled next to the small pile of materials. I could feel my breath catching in my chest. The calming aura did little to calm the pounding in my chest.

Eric handed me the mirror and picked up his clarinet. Playing a jazzy, slow tune, he began to sway and waltz around me and the herbs. I watched, entranced, as he moved with such finesse and fluidity. How long did it take for him to perfect this ritual?

Before long, the fog began moving, forming bigger and bigger cloud puffs. I could feel the air thickening with humidity. I took a deep breath and exhaled deeply, letting the clouds encase me, whisking me away.

337 words

Name: Ava
Cabin: Lyric
Word count: 381/300
Topic: take five words from somebody else and make a story
Content: July 2nd Daily

LET'S GET IT

WORDS-
Cardigan
Books
Tea
Rain
Tissue

Maya sat on her table, stocked up with books galore. The smell of pages heavily affected the atmosphere of her room. It was dimly lit by a yellow lamp on her desk. She wore headphones, the noise of the rain pelting on her window going unheard.

Tissues were stacked up in the dustbin as Maya blew her nose continuously. How horrible it was to be sick! Your mother would give you bitter tea almost every second, and the tissue boxes would somehow magically disappear when you needed them the most.

She looked at the yellow cardigan hanging on the back of the chair, and wished she could wear it under an umbrella, standing in the rain. Maya always had a queer like for rain, so to avoid tempting herself to go out, she wore headphones to block out the wonderful noise.

'MAYA!' The moment Maya slightly lowered the volume of her music, a faint sound of her mother calling her was heard. She sighed and got up, heading in that direction.

'Si, mama?' she said, walking to the kitchen and coughing a couple of times. Her mother hearing tittered and passed her the burning hot glass of tea. How her mother held it like it was lukewarm, Maya never knew, but she immediately placed it down on the table, blowing her hands.

'Your supposed to have it hot, Maya,' her mother chided and put a towel around the cup before giving it to her again. Atleast it was ok to hold. Maya tried to take a sip before scalding her tongue for the sixth time this week. Honestly, who was counting?

'You have to stay warm,' Maya's mother said as Maya took tiny sparing sips of the tea. ‘I want you to go to bed.’

'WHAT?! BUT ITS ONLY SEVEN MAMA-' Maya protested and broke into a fit of coughs. She should not have raised her voice.

'See?' Her mother's point only proved further. ‘Go, you’ll appreciate it. Tell you what, you don't even have to finish the tea.'

Maya left no second to spare.

She was determined to get well before the monsoon was over, and that she would do. She got into her covers and switched of the lights, snuggling into her pillows.

Don't worry rain, I'm coming.

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YOU KNOW YOU GOT THAT HOoOoOoOoooOME~
YOU KNOW I WANT THAT HOOoOooOOoOOOOoME~

Daily 2nd July
My words: starlight, blanket, stuffie (as in stuffed animal), enchanted, nature

I cowered under my blanket as I heard a growl from outside of my tree-house. Clutching onto my stuffie -which I had named Blaze since he was a brilliant, blazing red colour- I peered out of the window in search of the source of the growl. There was nothing to be seen apart from the incredible nature outside. Trees and bushes swaying in the wind comforted me and gave me a sense of protection. They seemed to shield me from the world.

As I assured myself that there was nothing out there, I pushed my head further out of the window and breathed in a lungful of cold, winter air. Nighttime hits differently in the winter. Although it was cold, it seemed unreal as I marvelled at the night sky. The moon seemed silent and wistful from down here. So tiny from down here. So far away from down here. The stars seemed tinier, further away and more beautiful than ever. This was my happy place.

With closed eyes, I basked in the starlight that illuminated my face. I felt enchanted by nature. I had no intentions of pulling my head back inside the comfort of my little, wooden tree-house until I heard the growl again.

I jumped in fright and crashed my head into the top of my window. Pain shattered through my body like a lightning bolt and the wood began to creak.

Tears came cascading down my cheeks like a waterfall and my precious tree-house came tumbling down on top of me.

As I lay in a pile of broken wood and broken dreams, I heard the growl once more. I stared up into the starlight, begging for it to retreat into nature because there was no hope of me escaping all of this broken wood that lay on top of me, but nobody could save me now…..the growl got closer……

-314 WORDS

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. . . . . ╰──╮Daily, 2 July╭──╯ . . . . .
“Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, regurgitate five random words into the comment section. Now, gobble down somebody else's five random words and write 300 words using those delicious words as a prompt to earn 200 points! Sharing the daily you wrote with those scrumptious vomitted words will allow you to slurp up an extra 50 points.”
“ignominious, voyage, exhilarated, inferno, blossom.” ~ @charliesunset
ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Voyage of blossom

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The long voyage was finally over. As the ship reached the dock, a young girl jumped out. Her brown eyes scanned the horizon as the wind whipped her jet-black hair. A nearly identical girl joined her, differentiated only by the colour of her pendant. The crew hopped off, their eyes drawn to the exhilarating view. Tomorrow they would climb the mountain. And win. Though they risked ignominious defeat, their competitors had not yet reached the island. The crew set up camp by the shore but the girl, sensing danger, wanted to set up further inland. No one listened. And so no one else would survive the inferno.
The next morning the girl awoke, only for her eyes to meet a blazing inferno. No time to think. Run. And so she ran - grabbing a backpack - to the foot of the mountain. Panting, the girl watched as the fire consumed the camp. And her tent, later. The only thing she had now was food, a small tent, the flag, and a small green pendant with a glass bud.
There was no time to lose. She slipped her bag on and began to climb. Tears fell from her eyes as her hind's feet sprinted from boulder to boulder. Loss. Devastation. It had become a cycle.
Step by step, Boulder by Boulder, day by day, the girl ascended the mountain. Sometimes she fell, but she kept going. At last, after a week, she planted the flag at the top of the summit. As she began her descent, she remembered the last words her sister said. This pendant will grow with you, blossoming into a flower. When you have blossomed so will it. She sighed as she passed by the competitors' camp. She finally noticed that her feet were blistered and bleeding. She did not notice the bouquet of glass flowers blossoming.
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Context
♬ The bouquet indicates that the girl has truly blossomed, as there is more than one flower
♬ Their competitors set fire to their camp.
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✩ 305 words (250 points)
©Ly, @Random_ballerina , 2023

daily #2 - 429 words

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space, lantern, aurora, mist, bliss - Flowerelf371

tw, just in case anybody needs it - mentions of death

She held her lantern above her head, the light dancing across her face and illuminating her beautiful green eyes. Her skin was pale from the cold, and she used her free arm to draw the blanket over her shoulders closer. Gusts of cold wind whistled around her and tangled up her black hair, and an aura of mist surrounded her, as if it were providing her with a foggy embrace.
She had not ventured far from the village she called home. Glancing up at the night sky, she knew that her parents would soon be asleep. They would not care if she weren’t home, and gave her barely a second thought. That was okay though. She was able to care for herself, tending to any injuries and preparing her own food. She was used to it, it has been like this ever since she was old enough to hunt for her own game.
The stars twinkled merrily above her, reminding her of what was soon to come. Over to her left was a large rock, almost as large as the table her parents eat from. She shuffled over and leant against it, resting her tired body against the sturdy stone. Sinking into a seated position, she sighed with relief. Suddenly, a bright flash above drew her attention back to the night sky.
She looked up in wonder. Colours from every end of the spectrum began to shine through the mist, a marvellous illusion straight from outer space. The Aurora Borealis. Her mouth fell open in awe as she admired the sheer beauty of the shining light. This is what she had come for, the colours, the splendour. A smile creeped onto her face, the corners of her blue lips turning upward as she sat in a state of pure bliss.
Eventually, the colour faded from the sky, and from her cheeks. She gave one last sigh, her breath fogging up in front of her for the last time. Her eyes closed and she lay as still as a statue.
Early the next morning, a hunting party from the village stepped into the clearing, searching for game. Surprised, one man lets out a yell. When the remainder of the group approach to see what was causing the man such grief, they saw a young girl, barely eleven, laying dead against a large rock.
The man picked up a lantern from where it lay beside her, noting the faint trace of warmth that remained. Leaning down, the man with the lantern gently kissed the girl’s forehead.
“I love you, my daughter.”

return home here

☆°Delta's Nook°☆
°SWC July 2023 - Contemporary cabin°

Total words - 12,260 / 15000
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☆Dailies:

Daily 1 || Introduction
Daily 2 || Tick tock || 586 words || link
Daily 6-7 || Icarus (original song) || 377 words || link
Daily 9 || Sleep schedules || 305 words || link
Daily 12 || Horror Hall of Mirrors || 200 words || link
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☆Weeklies:

Weekly 1 || Silent comic strip || 3494 words || link
Weekly 2 || Critiquely || 2982 words || link
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☆Cabin wars:

Collab war with Arli and Coco || 280/1061 || link
Cabin wars rubbish dump|| link
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☆Critiques:

With @rocksalmon || 596 words || link
With @FireBlood23 || 447 words || link

i'm too lazy to do this formatting now and besides i don't even know how to do it



Dailies
July 1st
~N/A~
July 2nd

The sun had just set as the two friends made their way to the beach. They had been planning this bonfire for weeks, and they were both excited to finally be here.They gathered some driftwood and built a fire, then roasted marshmallows over the flames. They laughed and talked as they watched the flames dance in the darkness.After a while, they decided to go for a walk along the beach. The sand was cool and soft beneath their feet, and the waves crashed gently against the shore.They walked for a while, until they came to a isolated spot. They sat down on the sand and looked up at the stars. The sky was clear, and they could see millions of stars twinkling overhead.They talked about their lives, their dreams, and their hopes for the future. They laughed and cried, and they shared their deepest secrets.As the night went on, the fire died down and the stars became brighter. The two friends sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, one of them spoke. “This is perfect,” he said. “I don't want this night to end.”

The other one smiled. “Me neither,” she said. “But it will eventually.”

They sat in silence for a few more minutes, then they stood up and walked back to the fire. They roasted a few more marshmallows, then they made hot chocolate and sat around the fire talking until the early hours of the morning.
When it was time to go, they were both sad to leave. But they knew that they would never forget this night.As they walked back to their car, they looked up at the stars again. They smiled at each other, knowing that they had shared something special.

The next day, they woke up early and went back to the beach. They wanted to see if they could find the spot where they had sat the night before.They found it easily, and they sat down on the sand. They looked up at the stars, and they remembered all the things they had talked about.They knew that they would never forget this night. It was a night of laughter, friendship, and maybe some more. It was a night that they would cherish forever.
~the end~

total word count : 373 words
Weeklies
~N/A~

Daily #2

Word count - 586

Prompt -
Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, regurgitate five random words into the comment section. Now, gobble down somebody else's five random words and write 300 words using those delicious words as a prompt to earn 200 points! Sharing the daily you wrote with those scrumptious vomited words will allow you to slurp up an extra 50 points.

Words (@Ilishaqueen)- burning, clockwork, sparkling, crow, bedsheet.

Tick tock
“Good morning,” she greeted the sunlight streaming through the roof. It was pretty, sunlight. Like liquid gold dropping through the cracks in the ceiling beams and flowing on the floor.
The Fates would tell her it was a good omen for the day.
Mono would tell her that she needed to fix the roof.
She blinked, awash in sunlight, perfectly content to lie there forever, watching as the sunlight shifted from golden to orange to dim grey, slipping into night. Mono? Who was that? She tried, as usual, to chase the memory that forever darted out of her grasp.
Tick, tock.
The whiteness reached for her eyelids and pressed over them, turning her word into a haze of neon fire.
She blinked.
Was it morning still?
What was she even doing?
Something kept her rooted in place on the bed, the silk sheet was so soft, the pillow so comfortable. She let her eyes drift shut, knowing that she needed to get up, needed to get out-
Tick, tock.
There was no sunlight now.
Slowly, she sat up, fighting against the urge to let her eyes go black and let time fly. She couldn’t see anything beyond the oppressive darkness, couldn’t fight the monotony of morning, afternoon, night, day, night, dayagainstop-
“Caw!”
She jumped, ripped away from the repetition, from the cycle. Her eyes pulled upward to the broken ceiling like always, the last beams of orange streaked paint creating a silhouette.
There was something on the ceiling beam, black and feathered and small. Strangely shaped and glaring at her with only one beady eye at a time.
“Hello,” she said simply.
“Caw!” it replied, rotating to study her out of its other eye.
“Caw,” she echoed. The creature jerked back, as if offended. She knew what it was, somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind where everything had gone fuzzy.
“CAW!” it shrieked.
“Caw,” she replied sagely, “Caw, caw… craw, crow!” the memory wiggled free, shining like a beacon in the fog of her mind. “You’re a crow!”
It had dislodged something else in her mind, tumbling freely. Something about this room with the broken ceiling, the soft bed, the creaky door and nothing else.
The door.
She screamed abruptly at the realisation. The crow jumped, fluttering away leaving a single black feather in its wake. But she didn’t care about startling the thing, because she was up on her feet after days (months? years?) and running for the door because how could she have forgotten, she couldn’t even remember her own name but she knew she needed to leave, how could she have forgotten how long had she been there helpmeplease-
The door swung open with little resistance. And she was scrambling because she needed to go-
GO BACK.
The voice thundered through her head and ripped into her skull and she screamed. She stumbled backward in spite of herself, clamping her eyes shut and her hands on her ears and she needed to go-
GO BACK TO YOU ROOM.
The voice scorched itself into her mind, scalding heat ripping into her skull and she couldn’t think-
The fire burned through her memories, faces, names, the urge to get out-
It burned, and she sobbed knowing that there was no escape, no more freak crows to break the pattern.
And the fire burned red, then black.
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“Hello,” she greeted the sunlight, snuggling down into her bed, memories hazy, content to lie there forever.


My writing thread

Character1:
There is a girl named Rita. She is 10 years old. She is very shy and often gets nervous when she tries to give a shot on new things and often it turns into disaster but when she again does the same task, she builds confidence in herself and goes and accomplishes the task perfectly like anyone can do.

For example, When she went to sing in the 1st rehearsal of her school program she went fully nervous and had fear that she could sing soothingly. She messed up all the lyrics but was about to cry but didn’t cry or felt sad because why to cry? She said to herself, “ I have the potential to sing soothingly. I have the confidence. I can tackle all my problems. I can do it!” She gathered all her courage and she sang. Her voice was so soothing. The lyrics were pronounced perfectly and she was well appreciated.

She usually likes to wear dresses in pink color. On her very important days, she wears beautiful and pretty dresses in pink. She likes to eat traditional food as it is good for her health. She is also very responsible for her health and always takes care of it. She even makes sure that she eats unhealthy food some in a month so her immunity system is very good compared to her classmates. She is a very friendly little girl too, she often helps people who are in need and always likes to help them. Whenever there is left over food in her house, she distributes them to the beggars who are in the street waiting for someone to help.

She also is a very excellent scholar and a student. She came 1st in class because of her hard work for the entire year.

Character2:
There is a girl named Riya who is 9 years old and is a very socially confident person and is always confident that she can do whatever in this whole wide world there is. She also almost-almost every sport or activity there could be. When she sees a new thing or an activity without a second thought she jumps into it and gives it a shot.

One day when she went to India and saw a girl playing Violin in a melious way. Each note she played was like an angel coming from heaven and playing. She immediately determined her mind to learn to play violin and become a violinist like her. SHe approached her and learned from her teacher about violin and learned to play.

Wow! How her teacher used to play violin. Each note carried and filled the air with melody. After 5 years, Riya learned violin and is able to play. Her specialty is that whenever she plays violin, it’s like she can talk to the animals, the nature with the melody of violin and the animals react to her melody by dancing and the nature by waving their branches and moving softly the wind towards her.

And when she returned to her home country she became a famous violinist and was known as, “ Riya, the natural violinist.” Violin and she were inseparable and she performed many programs and talked about the connection between the violin melody and nature.
One of her famous speeches is, “ When I learned violin, I was just 4 years old but A connection came to me which made me learn violin and Stand in front of all of you. When you play whole-heartedly, a connection will form between you and nature and help you talk with it. Never give up violin”

Background setting:
The background is a beautiful garden filled with an umbrella of evergreen- greenery. The grass is filled with love and is tended with love and passion. The huge trees were standing tall and there were five mango trees which were holding delicious mangoes. The mangoes were in rich orangish yellow color which made the mangoes delicious and tasty and mouth watering. The flowers were of various kinds, like- Jasmine, roses, mari gold, sun flower, lilly, tulip and even some aquatic plants were there in the pond like hyacinth, lotus and waterlily.

The pond consisted of clean and clear water. Our reflection was clearly visible in the pond and the most interesting thing is that there was no pollution in the garden. No polluted water, polluted air or polluted land. Everything was clean and the air smelled like a fragrant rose. The smell of the air was very fragrant.

Story:
It was a pleasant morning in the garden when Rita heard a melody of violin and when she heard it, her eyes were in shock, her heart was overjoyed and happy tears were coming from her lovely eyes. She ran towards the melody.

Even Rita who was playing had the same feeling, and started a new melody where it was like some good old memories were recalled and even nature directed Riya to the melody by moving her towards Rita by some high gust of strong wind.

Riya ran and ran and reached Rita. She cried with happiness seeing her and Rita too cried with happiness. Riya sang the melody, “ How many years did we wait to meet? To learn violin, We did a great sacrifice? Is it fair? Is the drama of nature finished? We finally met after 5 long years.”

Ok, Let’s have a quick review of what happened 5 years ago. It all started when Rita got her heart into learning a violin.

Silvi's writing thread
1st July
2nd July Daily

A blinding golden light erupted from the damp mists, deep in the forest. Deer bolted, eyes blazing, birds took off in a flurry of wings and beaks and mice cowered in their holes, waiting desparately for the light to disappear. But it didn’t, it stayed for many days, until a human wondered into the forest. This human’s name was April, she was just 10 years old and lived near the forest. She had seen the light and was wondering what had happened. So she wondered into the forest, where sunlight shone through the mist dappling the leaves on the ground.

Then April found a cave. Inside of this cave was a golden light so cold and mysterious that she found her feet carrying her there. This was unlike April, for she had been taught that what lay inside the forest was always danger, no matter how small or big, how light or dark. But this was different. She felt something pulling her, a magnetic feel, urging her to go there. She stepped nearer towards the light and without thinking , touched it. April felt a sudden searing pain course through her and she felt her legs buckle underneath her. Everything went dark.

When she woke up, the light had gone and she found animals sniffing and snorting all around her. She sighed in relief, and found no pain at all. April took out some sausages and lit a fire, with matches from her pocket. She put the sausages onto a stick and cooked them over the little blazing fire. She took one for herself and held some out for the animals. They trotted and flew and tiptoed over, smelling food in delight.

April never knew what had happened. This mystery was to be solved many, many years later.

june 2, 2023 — DAILY !!
word count; 492

Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, regurgitate five random words into the comment section. Now, gobble down somebody else's five random words and write 300 words using those delicious words as a prompt to earn 200 points! Sharing the daily you wrote with those scrumptious vomitted words will allow you to slurp up an extra 50 points.

@TWILIGHT_A
clouds, sunflowers, time, freedom, faith

His hands gestured up to the merry sky, clouds painted across the blue like smudged paint on a canvas. “There’s a bird riding a plane. And a dragon roaring fire.. oh! It looks like the plane bumped into the dragon..” The boy pointed and waved at various warped clouds, seemingly distracted in his own fantasy. Each cloud was a character, waiting to live. It was up to him to make them alive, give them personality, feelings. Because who else was going to?
An older boy laid beside him, his hands occupied by resting beneath his head. Sunflowers crowded around them, flittering in the gentle breeze. “Don’t you ever get sick of watching clouds, Terren? I mean, they move slower than snails..” he trailed off. Terren wasn’t listening, that was clear. Terren was still rambling about the clouds, before pausing once realizing his older brother had gone silent. Pulling his gaze away from the sky, Terren faced his older brother. “Oh. Well, see, uh..” He eyed the clouds before continuing, “do you see that cloud? The one that’s like two lumps meshed together, and there’s a round cloud above it? That’s its ear! It’s like a mouse! Mouse named.. Ralph! See, the top lump is slightly pointed so it makes it look like his snout, and that long trail behind him is his tail! Right, Lar? You see what I’m seeing, right?”
Larry was in his own thoughts, his brother’s words only confusing him even more. What mouse? It looked like a lump of coal, if Larry was to be brutally honest. “You must have a lot of time on your hand to think of these things,” he sighed in response, and Terren rolled his eyes. “You just need freedom of mind. Let your mind wander!” He suddenly sat up, stretching out his arms. “I have faith that you’ll get it, one day. It’ll come to you like a snap.”
While Larry heavily doubted that, he played along nevertheless. “Maybe. Sure. Let my mind free.” It sounded simple, but he didn’t think it’d be so easy. His mind depended more on logic and facts, not imaginary thoughts. Not that it did any harm, but it was merely a distraction for Larry. He found himself fondly smiling at Terren, however, because Terren’s creative mind had gears of its own. They were different, but brothers all the same. It was strange how contrasting they were, and yet they found each other loving the differences.

- cowie !!
—> hi-fi camper !

This is the first writing I've ever done for SWC so here we go!

Words: (from @-Mystic10-) cobblestone, furniture, tablet, illusion, caterpillar

The soft crackling of leaves underfoot was the only audible sign of life in this silent forest, though everywhere animals could be seen creeping between shadows on the forest floor. Dappled light between trees created the illusion of warmth as the autumn air nipped at my cheeks. I walked steadily onward, a picture etched in my mind, a destination, and although I had not seen the place for many years, it was as familiar as if I had just stepped out the door. A fork in the road caused hesitation, but only for a moment. Yes, now I knew this road. Under years of fallen leaves it bore my footprints, growing steadily in size. The first, I imagine, would be small, adventurous, with bouncing strides, straying far off the beaten path. Above them a less outgoing girl had walked, yet now with another, a larger set of footprints. They walked side by side up and down this road for many years, until one day it again bore only one set of footprints. Only one, as walked there now. I reached the stream, which was beginning to freeze over. For many animals, this would be the end of life. Yet how many times had I seen this river freeze, and thaw, life ending and beginning anew? I paused. The lives of forest creatures mean little in my world, but one life had been lost in this forest and no new life could satisfy my need for it. For him. Every summer evening we would walk to this stream and dangle our feet in the warm water and talk, just talk, about anything and everything. Each cold winter evening we would do the same in front of the fire in our cottage. The cottage. I could tell I was nearing it as the dirt changed to mossy cobblestone beneath my feet. Before it came in sight, however, I saw a stone tablet by a tree, some ten feet back from the road. I kept walking. There was no need to stop there now. At last I reached the cottage. I stepped over its threshold, half expecting to feel warmth soothe my aching cheeks and hear his comforting voice greeting me from the parlor. It was cold in the empty house. I ran my hands over each piece of the furniture we made together until I found his carved initials. Somehow, to touch them was to feel his hand in mine again. I stood and looked around. In that moment, I realized that there was nothing left for me here. I left the house, my hand pausing on its careworn door. A part of me never wanted to leave. But I moved on, closing its gate softly, looking back in a fond farewell. Each step brought me further from that life, and, perhaps, closer to a new one. But there was still one thing I owed to the old life, the reason I had ventured back here in the first place. I bent down over the worn stone tablet. It bore only the inscription “Robert Fay, 1928-2012.” I laid a single rose on his grave and left the forest.