My code:
3;1;16;5;8/1/6/10/15/4/2/9/11/7/13/12/14/5/;11131311311233;

2nd save: 2;5;16;5;8/1/7/9/11/13/12/2/;12131132;
3rd save: ;6;15;6;8/1/7/9/11/13/12/2/4/;121311321;
4th save: ;1;14;6;8/1/7/9/11/13/12/2/4/15/;1213113213;
5th save: 1;1;16;5;8/1/7/9/11/13/12/2/4/15/14/5/;121311321331;

Lily's save codes, newest at top oldest at bottom::

CODE 11::1;2;16;5;8/1/2/7/9/11/12/13/15/4/14/6/10/;3222333221311;

CODE 10:: 3;1;16;5;8/1/2/7/9/11/12/13/15/4/14/;32223332213;

CODE 9:: 1;1;16;5;8/1/2/7/9/11/12/13/15/4/;3222333221;

CODE 8:: 1;6;4;7;8/1/2/7/9/11/12/13/15/;3222333221;

CODE 7:: 2;9;16;5;8/1/2/7/9/11/12/13/;32223332;

CODE 6:: 3;9;16;5;8/1/2/7/9/11/12/;3222333;

CODE 5:: 3;9;16;5;8/1/2/7/9/11/;322233;

CODE 4:: 3;8;16;5;8/1/2/7/9/;32223;

CODE 3:: 2;7;16;5;8/1/2/7/;3222;

CODE 2:: ;7;7;6;8/1/2/;322;

CODE 1:: 2;5;16;5;8/1/;32;

Iris's Codes

1st: 3;5;16;5;;;
2nd: 1;5;8;7;;1;

SAVE CODE(S):



Your Journey: horror, option #3, adventure, option #3, script, option #2, fantasy, option #2, folklore, option #2, nonfi, option #2, dystopian, option #2, bifi, option #3, fanfi, option #2, hifi, option #3, mystery, option #3, poetry, option #2, realfi, option #2, scifi, option #1, thriller, option #3


TW: Violence, death

Write 100 words to begin your adventure. (166 words)

I took my time walking back to the castle. I could barely think without my thoughts clouding and my eyes tearing up constantly. Sometimes, the pain was so much that I had to stop walking entirely. But eventually, I made it.
I just wasn’t sure I would like what would happen once I did.
As soon as I swung open the door, all eyes were on me.
I must have looked dreadful; my hair was knotted, my eyes were red and blotchy, and my dress was torn and smeared with dirt at the ends.
The maids stopped cleaning and looked up.
One maid, a towel in hand, said, “I thought I saw Harry come with you, miss. Where is he?”
The entire palace was so quiet I could have heard a pin drop, as if everyone had stopped what they were doing to listen.
“Where’s Harry, My Lady?”
My eyes watered. “H-He…”
I swallowed and looked down, shutting my eyes to stop the tears. “He’s dead.”

Horror - Sprint for three minutes (205 words)
(The Chosen Ones are trying to convince you to join their cause, but you’re busy enough as it is escaping from the space monster. Sprint for three minutes while you explain your predicament)

For a while, no one did or said anything. They just gaped at me, their mouths hanging open— in shock or confusion, I wasn’t sure.
But then my stepmother came, walking gracefully down the stairs. She eyed the silence in front of her and my unkempt appearance.
“What’s this?” she said, her voice stiff, and her face showing no emotion.
I curled my fingers into a tight ball. “Harry’s dead.”
My stepmother blinked. “Who?” she said. It was clear that she didn’t know nor cared.
My jaw tightened. “My personal guard.”
“Oh,” she said, showing no sign of recognition, “Him.”
I barely suppressed a growl. Harry was dead, and she didn’t care. She didn’t care one bit.
“Maids,” my stepmother said, turning her attention away from me. “Why aren’t you cleaning?”
The maids hurried to clean, wiping and spraying the floor and walls, as I looked down at the floor, my fury gradually rising. I then took a deep breath. And another. I turned to face my stepmother.
Harry had died because I hadn’t told him the truth.
I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.
I took another deep breath and prepared for the worst. “I’m an assassin.”
My stepmother finally looked interested.

Adventure - Sprint until your word count reaches the next 1000. (1063 words)
(You talk to some of the residents of Adventure Kingdom, and they tell you about how things have changed in the past few weeks. You listen in, intrigued… as you are learning, sprint to the nearest thousand from your current word count)

She looked up at me and tilted her head, perplexed. “What?”
“I’m an assassin,” I repeated.
I looked away and added softly, “And it’s my fault Harry’s dead.”
My stepmother stared at me. Her expression didn’t change. Then, slowly, she smirked.
“I guess that’s settled, then.” She clapped her hands. “Guards, take her away!”
My eyes widened. I hadn’t planned this far ahead.
“What? No!” I spluttered.
My hands started shaking. I stepped back, trying to avoid capture as long as I could as the guards started coming in from the halls, circling around me.
It was just like the Ten Rings’ assault.
I was trapped.
And it was all my fault.
“Why are you doing this?!” I said, trying to buy some time.
“Because you’ve just admitted you’re a criminal,” my stepmother said, as though it was obvious. She gave a sly smile.
I couldn’t believe she was enjoying this. It was almost like she had been waiting for me to mess up, and now that I had, her life long dream had been fulfilled.
“And,” she continued as she walked closer towards me, “commiting a murder, and of a castle guard, no less, is punishable by death.”
The guards closed in, taking out their guns from their pockets and leveling them at me. They barked out orders to their fellow colleagues and moved farther in, until my back was pressed against the wall. I was so close I could hear every breath as they breathed in and out and see how their pistols shook in their hands.
“Ta ta!” my stepmother shrieked as she waved one hand at me tauntingly.
The last thing I saw was a guard’s pistol jabbing me on the top of my head, knocking me unconscious.
Not again.

-

When I had come back to consciousness, I was sitting in a black van, my hands and feet chained together with handcuffs.
I sighed. “Is this really necessary?”
No one answered. The guards remained reserved and quiet, not saying or doing anything. They just stood beside me, their hands gripping their weapons— in case I tried doing something, I suppose.
“Tough crowd,” I muttered as I stared down at my handcuffs.
Every time I moved them, my hands and feet ached— the iron dug into my wrists, leaving them raw and vulnerable. I grunted, exasperated.
“Keep that up, and soon we’ll have to put a gag in your mouth, too,” one guard retorted.
Suddenly, the van went over a bump in the road, making everyone shift and rock as though they were on a ship instead.
I slid a little down the bench I was sitting on and bumped my head against the wall behind me, moving with the van as the bumpiness continued.
“Ow,” I muttered.
Then, the van abruptly halted, making everyone jump. I slid back to the other end of the bench, before a guard grabbed my arm. The acceleration stopped, and he lifted me up onto my feet.
“Don’t do any funny business,” the guard muttered as he took out a key from his pocket that unlocked the handcuffs that had been incapacitating my legs.
I stretched my legs and tried to rub them with my hands, before I remembered my hands were still tied.
“I won’t,” I said, smiling innocently.
The guard scoffed and left, not even batting an eye as he told the other guards to keep an eye on me.
As I stepped out into the sunlight —blinding compared to the dull darkness that I had grown accustomed to inside the van— I held up my entwined wrists to smother it and scanned my surroundings.
The ground held no grass, just a dirt path. It was filled with thousands of footprints, a result of the people who came there daily. Ahead of me was an iron gate, the same material as my handcuffs. The sun was shining through the clouds, constantly resurfacing and going back behind them, giving off an almost eerie mood.
The guards led me towards the gate. Two walked by my side, glaring at me, while half of the remaining were in front and the other half followed close behind.
When we had reached it, a guard pulled out a key that hung on a chain around his neck and unlocked it. I eyed the guard, noticing how he tucked it back inside his uniform to hide it. Unfortunately, he noticed and pushed me forward. I almost toppled face first onto the floor.
“Stop lollygagging,” he said as he grunted and folded his arms, “You’re falling behind.”
I rolled my eyes but proceeded forward anyway.
The guards had already opened the door, revealing a dark corridor lined with cells. Everything was made out of iron; iron walls, iron bars, and then the iron door. That’s when I realized they were taking me to a prison cell.
I turned back desperately, but what sunlight that had been shining inside had completely disappeared as the guard from before hefted it close.
He nodded his head, as if saying, ‘Hurry up, what are you doing?’
I didn’t want to get pushed again, so I hurried forward, my head down low as we passed by the cells. I got a brief image of their inhabitants, and what I saw convinced me not to look further— scarred faces and murderous smirks.
How come I was considered to be like them? Treated like them? Committed the same crimes as them?
We stopped at an empty cell. It had nothing but an iron bench —what a surprise— and two chains with a hook at the ends that were strapped against the wall. Bars only lined the door; the wall surrounding it was solid, so that the inhabitant couldn’t see the other prisoners or much of what was ahead of them— just the door.
The guards opened it and pushed me inside. One guard came with me and linked the chains around my handcuffs.
I realized what they were doing too late.
They left me there, chained to the wall. I stared at them through the ceiling-tall bars as they went back outside.
I growled, peeved. I couldn’t even pace around my cell; the chains restrained how far I could walk— or move. The only thing I could do was sit down on the bench beneath me, which wasn’t that comfortable, as it was made of iron.

Script - Sprint for four minutes (148 words)
(If nobody’s here to clean up the mess left on the stage, I guess it’s up to you now. Word sprint for the next four minutes as you try to leave the stage better than you found it)

Although there was no way to tell what time it was —the prison was bare of all windows, which was probably a good reason—, but when I had been outside, briefly, it looked late. And besides, I was tired. This whole day had drained me much more than I had expected. It was hard to believe that Harry had died only a few hours earlier.
I gave a shallow breath and closed my eyes. Don’t think about Harry. Think about… sleeping.
I shifted around on the bench, trying to get as comfortable as I could, which was almost impossible. But, after a few minutes of fidgeting, I found that I was able to lay down on the bench— with the exception of my arms hanging in the air.
I sighed, knowing that this was the best it was going to get as I eventually dozed off to sleep.

Fantasy - Sprint for seven minutes (240 words)
(You’re taking an afternoon walk through the square when you notice. That colorful, odd structure of a building with the curious steam valves - the building you’ve been intrigued by for days - has been left unguarded, and the door open. You take a quick look around you. No one’s there. You stealthily skip inside the building and decide to take just a teensy peak. Sprint for 7 minutes, as fast as you can! You don’t want to get caught)

I awoke to the sound of nearby footsteps. I jolted upwards, banging my head against the cobblestone wall behind me and rubbing my wrists harder against the iron bands. I suppressed a groan and tried to stand.
My stomach growling, I could vaguely hear a conversation happening a few cells before mine, and I walked forward as far as I could to listen.
“…Where…is she?”
“…Just…today…”
I bit my lip, irritated, and leaned my head further forward.
But, just then, the footsteps and voices increased in volume, and I realized they were going to pass by my cell.
I rushed back to the bench and sat down, thinking that a few guards were going by during their shift and were going to check up on me.
However, it wasn’t a guard who greeted me. He had ebony black hair that was swept back and was wearing a blue garment, complete with jewels and golden stitching.
I stood up, my eyebrows furrowing. Who are you?
The stranger looked to the guard who had just come into view beside him. “Can I?”
The guard nodded and took out a ring of keys. He picked one, placed it into the door’s lock, and turned it. The stranger opened the door and came inside.
“Just be careful,” the guard said, “and keep your distance.”
“I will,” the stranger promised as the guard closed the door.
The stranger stepped towards me, and I shriveled back.

Folklore - Write 200 words taking as much time as you like (245 words)
(You stumble across a little village; the Folklore leaders invite you in to relax and enjoy a delicious bowl of Lio’s famous soup. Write 200 words at your own pace while the mysterious quartet tell stories around the campfire)

(Also I changed Harry’s name so now this guy is called Harry instead, so he didn’t actually come back to life bahaha sorry for the confusion <3)

“It’s okay,” he said gently, as if he were talking to a wild animal instead of a seventeen year old girl. “I’m not here to hurt you.”
I did nothing, making him sigh. “Look, no weapons,” he said, raising his arms and turning out his pockets.
I relaxed a little, but I was still on edge. “Who are you? And what do you want?”
He chuckled. “You’re clever, aren’t you?”
I didn’t respond.
“So,” he said, “how’d you wind up in this old dump?”
My eyes started watering, and I tried to wipe them away, before remembering that my hands were tied. I winced as they rubbed against my sore wrists.
“Here,” the stranger said softly as he pulled out a key. “Allow me.”
The guard standing outside the door grunted. “Harry…”
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” he said, grinning.
Stunned, I watched, in awe as he unlocked my handcuffs. They made a click and fell to the floor, the chains binding them making them swing like a pendulum before losing force and slowing down. I raised my eyebrows and flipped over my wrists excitedly. They were bright pink, raw, and still ached, but I didn’t care.
I was free.
I would have hugged the stranger —Harry, was it?—, but instead, I settled with a ‘thank you’.
“I didn’t even catch your name,” I said.
“I’m Harry.” He held out his hand. “And you are…?”
“Lynn.” I grasped his hand and shook it.

Non-Fiction - Write for 26 minutes (387 words total)
(A Naan-Fi camper takes your order, but your bread needs to bake before you can eat it! The recipe only calls for a half hour or so of baking. You can wait. Write for 26 minutes while your bread sits in the oven)

(178 words)
Suddenly, I was overcome with a pain in my skull and shut my eyes.
I saw someone crying at an altar. On the altar, there stood a picture with flowers surrounding it. Their head was hung low, so I couldn’t see their face, but I heard every weep.
Then, I was back in reality and clutched my head.
“What is it?” Harry looked concerned as he stared up at me.
I gasped, and then I was in a field. I held a lit torch in one hand and bent down, lighting the bright green grass on fire. I watched as nearby flowers erupted into flames; their beautiful petals blackening and crumbling into dust.
I exclaimed and stumbled back.
“Lynn!” Harry got up and went towards me. “Medic!”
“No, no, I’m fine,” I said, still panting. “It… it happens sometimes.”
Harry paused. “Are you sure?”
As the pain slowly faded, I said, “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
Harry waved away the medic.
We sat there in silence for a while, before Harry broke it and asked, “What… what just happened?”

Time skip hehe

(24 words)
Suddenly, I couldn’t take it anymore and ran up the stairs past my stepmother, opened the door to my room, and slammed it shut.

(103 words)
I spent weeks, maybe even a month, stuck inside my room, starting to sob every time I stopped. I never would have left if it weren’t for the funeral.
Fortunately, my stepmother let me go alone. If she didn’t, I doubt I would have gotten out of bed.
I yanked on the reigns, the horses neighing as the carriage came to a stop. I slumped back in my seat, sighing and blowing a strand of my light brown hair out of my face. Even though I had prepared for this moment, I still didn’t think I was ready. I doubted I’d ever be.

(82 words)
I heard my stepmother come up from behind me. I knew she was gazing at me, disgusted at my vulnerability.
At least she was the one thing that could stop me from crying.
My anger rising, I wiped away my tears and turned to face her.
“What do you want?” I demanded.
She feigned a look of surprise and pressed a palm against her chest. “That is no way to speak to your mother! I was just wondering if you needed anything.”

Dystopian - Ask in the Main Cabin for a story starter and incorporate it into your writing (127 words)
(Did you know that the Dystopian Realm has a super cool collaborative story going on? Go to the main cabin and ask for somebody to write the first few sentences to a story. Then, in at least 100 words, somehow incorporate this into your main story and continue this story on (Your partner does not have to continue your portion once you’ve written it))

Sentence:
“the world or something had a competition to find the best fighters and now they’ve all been assembled- but why?” - @ForestPanther from Thriller

Writing:
“They hosted a competition to find the best fighters, and now they’ve all been assembled.”
I stopped for a split second, before continuing to wash the dishes. I tried to distract myself by scrubbing them harder. I cleared my throat. “I’ve.. heard about it.”
Andrew leaned against the table. “But have you ever wondered.. why?”
I froze. The sponge was squished in my hand, the water slowly dripping into the sink and making a PLOP sound. The water continued to pour from the spout, sounding like a waterfall toppling into the depths of the lake below.
I turned around, the sponge in my hand, and the water still running. “Not.. really.”
“Like, what’s with all of the sudden… propaganda?” he continued. “What’s the point of it all?”

Bi-Fi - Your favorite movie/TV character’s name has ___ number of letters; write for that many minutes (233 words)
(Your favorite movie or TV character steps out of the scene and approaches you! While you are conversing, take the number of letters in their name and sprint for that many minutes)
(I chose Scott Summers from X-Men so 5 minutes <3)

I hesitated before saying, “I just got a vision. Two, actually. I’ve gotten a few before, but never in a row. Never like this…”
Harry gaped at me. “So, you can… see the future?”
“Pretty much.”
He grinned. “That’s awesome!”
“Not really,” I muttered as I turned away.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice gentle again.
“The first few visions I got before these ones were both about my loved ones’ deaths. And, what do you know, they died soon after.”
I grabbed one of my arms. “And the worst part is, is that you know you can save them. But you don’t.”
Harry didn’t say anything for a while, so I tentatively spun back around.
“Sorry,” I said, smoothing back my hair. “For ruining the mood and everything.”
“No, no, that’s alright,” he said.
We sat in uncomfortable silence.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?” he finally asked.
I bit my tongue. “One of the people in my visions died because of me.”
Harry blinked. “That’s it?”
“And I’m an assassin.”
Harry stepped back, making me laugh. “I’m not going to kill you.”
Harry thought about that for a moment. “I guess you’re right.” He stood up and straightened his clothes. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Lynn.”
I gave a shy smile. “Same to you.”
He turned back to wink at me before walking away.

Thriller - Sprint at your WPM. Sprint two more times (262 words for the finalized piece)
(Divers must resurface slowly in order to avoid decompression sickness. Word sprint as fast as you can for 5 minutes. Then, write at the speed of WPM divided by 2 (you should end up with ~WPMx1.5 total words written) for the next 3 minutes. Then, write at the speed of your WPM divided by 4 for the next 2 minutes (you should end up with WPMx0.5 words at the end). Spend an extra 2 minutes to look back on what you wrote; fix any grammar mistakes and edit your writing to be better)

Five minute sprint (152 words):
“Someone has escaped!”
Alarms started blaring, and I put my hands over my ears to suppress the sound.
“What?” I yelled, barely hearing the words come out of my mouth. “Who?”
“Princess Lynette!” the security guard shouted.
He was supposed to be watching the surveillance cameras, but around midnight, he had fallen asleep. So, comatose, apparently, a prisoner had escaped.
Which was bad.
Really bad.
“Which one’s that?” I shouted back. I didn’t know we had a princess in the dungeons.
“The one you talked to yesterday!”
My eyes widened. “She was a princess?”
“Yes!” the guard exclaimed as he rolled his eyes. “Now, if you will excuse me, I will go order the other guards to catch her!”
I nodded, letting him leave.
I watched the security cameras.
There was one above every cell.
It was kind of eerie as I eyed them. It felt like I was invading their privacy.

WPM divided by 2 (WPM: 70, write at 35 WPM for 3 minutes - Word count: 105):
Displayed on the screens in front of me were security cameras.
I searched for a specific one, before locking onto it. I smiled.
It was Lynn. She was pacing around in her cell as the alarm continued to go off. I saw a brief shadow of the guards running outside as they passed.
Suddenly, Lynn stopped walking around in her cell and turned her head towards the door. She stepped towards it and looked around cautiously, before snatching something.
My eyebrows furrowed. I looked down at the keyboard that was connected to the cameras, and pressed a key to see it again.
After seeing nothing

WPM divided by 4 (WPM: 70, write at 17.5 WPM for 2 minutes - Word count: 35):
(cont.) again, I pressed another key that slowed down the video and zoomed in.
She had grabbed a key.
My head whipped up as I changed the recording back to real time. I saw a glimpse

Grammar edits for 2 minutes (changes to all pieces combined) (262 words):

“People have infiltrated the dungeon!”
The guard pressed something on the keyboard in front of him, making alarms start blaring. I pressed my hands over my ears to suppress the sound.
“What?” I yelled, barely able to hear the word come out of my mouth. “Who are they?”
“I don’t know!” the security guard shouted. “Now, if you will excuse me, I will go order the other guards to catch them!”
I nodded, letting him leave.
Once the door closed, I eyed the security cameras that were projected on the screens in front of me. There was one located above every cell— recording everything the prisoners did.
It was kind of eerie as I watched them. It felt like I was invading their privacy.
I continued to search for a specific cell, before finally locking onto it. I smiled.
It was Lynn. She was pacing around in her cell as the alarm went off. I saw a brief shadow of the guards running outside as they passed by.
Suddenly, Lynn stopped walking and turned her head towards the door. She stepped towards it and looked around cautiously, before snatching something.
My eyebrows furrowed. I looked down at the keyboard, scanned the keys and pressed the left arrow to see the clip again.
After seeing nothing different, I pressed another key that slowed down the video and zoomed in.
She had grabbed a key.
My head whipped up as I changed the recording back to real time. I saw a glimpse of Lynn’s dress as she left, closing the cell door behind her.

Fan-Fi - Write for 10 minutes; if you don’t reach 200 words then write 100 more (221 words)
(Whoops, looks like you had a little too much fun with the whole time travel thing. Do you know how many time paradoxes you just created? Write for 10 minutes while apologizing to the Fan-Fi leaders for your time shenanigans. Otherwise, write 100 more words to butter them up)

I stood up and ran out of the room. As I sprinted, I fumbled for my walkie-talkie that I had put in my pockets only a few minutes earlier. I gripped it and pressed a button.
“A prisoner has escaped!” I shouted over the alarm. “I repeat, a prisoner has escaped!”
As I ran down the halls, I heard a muffled voice shortly after, saying, “Which one?”
“How am I supposed to know?” I spluttered. “Female, blondish-hair?”
There was static between his words as he said, “Princess Lynette?”
“Who’s that?” I hadn’t known we had a princess in the dungeon.
“The one you talked to earlier!” the guard said, the sounds of his heavy breaths and footsteps making heard in his message.
My eyes widened as I passed by the long chain of cells. “She was a princess?”
I could imagine him rolling his eyes as he said, “Yes. Now leave me alone!”
I huffed and shoved the walkie-talkie back into my pockets.
Lynn couldn’t be too far from her cell, which meant she had to be…
“Here!” I exclaimed.
I saw a brief corner of her dress flowing as she ran down another corridor. I followed her, barely keeping up. The only proof I had that I was still following her was the occasional flick of her heel and gown.

Hi-Fi - Flip a coin! (ONCE. Reflipping not allowed ;’) ) Heads: 20 minutes sprint. Tails: 500 word sprint (351 words)
(You and your partner are rounding up the goods in a train car, and you plan to split up the work. Flip a coin! If you get heads: The conductor comes in and catches sight of you, and you have to sprint for 20 minutes to get away. If you get tails: You have to secure your partner’s goods as well as yours; write 500 words as fast as you can)
(I got heads - twenty minute sprint)

“Lynn!” I shouted between heaving breaths. “Wait up!”
She didn’t stop or slow down. In fact, she started running faster.
I groaned, but the constant click of her heels propelled me to continue and keep up.
“Listen,” I said. “I’m not gonna-”
I heard the click of the door closing too late and slammed into it face first.
“…Hurt you.” I grunted as I peeled myself off of it.
Shaking off the blow, I opened the door. But by the time I had, Lynn was gone.
I sighed. “Can’t wait to tell the guards about this.”
I looked around the vicinity one last time before turning back and heading inside.

Lynn

I admit I felt bad for betraying Harry’s trust and escaping. But that hadn’t stopped me from doing it.
It was simple, really. All I had to do was wait until midnight, when the guard situated in front of my cell fell asleep.
You may be asking, ‘How did you know this?’ Well, after days stuck inside that dungeon, I had soon realized that my guard always went comatose at night.
So, all I had to do was stretch one of my arms through the bars lining the door and grab the key that was loosely hanging from his jacket pocket.
…And his wristwatch.
Then, in the morning, I had thrown the wristwatch towards the alarm across my cell, making it go off. And voilà!
I dashed to a nearby village, trying to increase my lead against Harry. As I came closer, I, noticing the crowd of people there, took out a hood I had grabbed during my escape and put it on. I easily blended in, but I kept my head down, just in case— I had no idea how long it would take for the guards to send out a wanted poster with my face on it.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, it was there. It read:
‘PRINCESS LYNETTE
DANGEROUS FUGITIVE
IF FOUND, REPORT TO THE CASTLE GUARD IMMEDIATELY
REWARD: 10000 CHIPS’
I raised my eyebrows. The reward was nice, and they had chosen a decent picture.

Mystery - Sprint for five minutes (141 words)
(Sometimes, it’s important to take photos in case evidence gets tampered with or altered unexpectedly. In order to gather enough photo evidence, word sprint for the next 5 minutes before somebody modifies all your evidence… </33)

I proceeded to a booth that had been set up in the town’s square.
I kept my head down as the person behind the booth asked, “What would you like?”
“Two loaves of bread, please.”
The worker smiled. “Coming right up, miss.”
As I waited, I noticed someone eyeing me from afar. I couldn’t make out the figure as I continued to look straight ahead, watching them through my peripheral vision to stay discreet.
I tapped my fingers against the booth nervously. Had they recognized me?
The worker came back with the loaves of bread, sealed in paper, in their hand. “That’ll be 10 chips.”
I reached into my pockets before remembering that I had no money. I looked back up at the worker and gave an apologetic glance. “I’m so sorry; I’m afraid I don’t have any money on me.”

Poetry - Word war another SWC-er for 5 minutes (178 words, I warred Luna and won )
(What’s an isle of fame without a little competition? Head over to the word war project and challenge somebody to a 5 minute word war! You can proceed once you complete this word war, whether you win or not (you’re all winners in the daily team’s eyes ;D))

“No worries, no worries,” the worker said. “It happens a lot.”
“Really?” I said, preoccupied on the strange figure.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. If you want, I can wait for you to get your things and come back.” He put the bread down on the counter.
“No, that’s alright,” I said. “I can come back another time.”
As I stepped away from the counter, I locked eyes with the figure. I quickened my pace as he starts to come towards me. I turned away and start walking, before increasing to a sprint as he nears.
I didn’t even have time to catch more than a glimpse of him as I turned into an alleyway. As I sprint past askew trash cans and garbage bags, I attempt to dodge them. But after the chase with Harry just a few minutes earlier, I grew weary and tripped on one. As I fell, I stuck out my palms as I braced the landing, which brushed against the rock-hard concrete. I winced but rushed to get up, ignoring my scraped palms.

Real-Fi - Sprint for three minutes (93 words)
(The three Real-Fi leaders smile menacingly as you enter the inn. Sprint for three minutes as you beg them to let you escape)

After a few more minutes passed, I grew fatigued. I had gotten little food from the prison, and after sprinting twice in a short time span, my stomach grumbled with annoyance. Additonally, my legs ached and my palms pulsed from the recent fall. I needed to rest.
So I risked a look behind me. There was no one there.
After I was completely convinced the figure had gone, I slowed down before coming to a stop in the alleyway. I decided that I could spend the rest of my days in hiding here.

Sci-Fi - Gasp! Your character gets déjà vu or a premonition (263 words)
(If I told you to think about “glitches” in the world, I’m sure many of you will mention déjà vu or prémonitions. In the next 150 words, your characters gets a feeling they’ve been somewhere before (but they haven’t), or they have a dream that unfolds exactly as it happened in their mind)

“Andrew!” I shouted as I searched for him throughout the house. “Where’d you-?”
My heart got caught in my throat as I opened the door.
Andrew was there, kneeling at an altar in front of him. On the altar was a framed picture with lit candles and fresh bouquets surrounding it.
And in the picture…
Tears pricked my eyes.
It was Scott.
In the picture, he was wearing the castle guard’s uniform. He had flashed a gleeful grin. He looked happy. Carefree.
It broke my heart.
Then I remembered a vision I had had in the prison— the one with a person kneeling at an altar.
That had been—?
Tears lined Andrew’s face as he turned towards me. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” He wiped the tears off his face and sniffled. When he realized I was staring at the picture, he added, “That was my brother. Scott. He died a month ago. Supposedly, someone killed him. And mark my words, when I find them, I’m going to kill them.”
His eyes turned stony, and I became overwhelmed with guilt.
I shouldn’t have lied to him. I should have told him— about everything. And now that it was my fault Scott was dead, I couldn’t stand to be with Andrew— live with him, talk to him.
Not when I was hiding so much.
…And because he wanted to kill me.
I then realized that I couldn’t live my life not haunted by my past mistakes.
So I decided to stop running.
I turned away. “I’m sorry; I have to go.”

Write 100 words to conclude your adventure as you fly away from your final planet (132 words)
(I know this isn’t a conclusion but whatever )

It wasn’t the best place in the world, but it wasn’t the worst. And besides, that would help keep people away.
I moved behind the closest trash can and examined my hands. My fingers and palms had been scraped; the fall had torn open a small scar on each hand, and they were bleeding.
I waved my hands to try and numb the pain as I tried to think. How would I get some money? How would I provide for myself?
I could always steal, although that was the last option on my list. I hated breaking the law, even though I easily could. And now that I was a fugitive, it would be even more difficult. I had spent, what, five minutes out in public and I had already been spotted?


Total words: 4455 :D
15 planets done B)

tilly’s save codes (nov 24th)

(newest at bottom)

3;5;16;10;;; (100 words to begin)

3;5;8;7;;3; (sprint for 3 minutes)

2;5;1;7;8/;32; (sprint for 5 minutes)

3;7;7;7;8/1/;323; (flip a coin; heads = 20 minute sprint, tails = 500 words /I got tails/)

2;8;11;7;8/1/7/;3232; (word war for 5 minutes)

3;8;9;7;8/1/7/11/;32323; (sprint for 5 minutes)

2;3;3;7;8/1/7/11/9/;323232; (ask in mc for first sentence(s))

3;2;10;7;8/1/7/11/9/3/;3232323; (roll a dice and sprint for that time)

2;2;6;7;8/1/7/11/9/3/10/;32323232; (write 200 words for however long)

2;1;14;7;8/1/7/11/9/3/10/6/;323232322; (sprint for 4 minutes)

2;1;5;7;8/1/7/11/9/3/10/6/14/;3232323222; (sprint for 7 minutes)

1;6;15;7;8/1/7/11/9/3/10/6/14/5/;32323232221; (prompt: your character starts sinking)

2;6;4;7;8/1/7/11/9/3/10/6/14/5/15/;323232322212; (write 200 words in 10 minutes. If you failed, write 100 more)

3;4;2;7;8/1/7/11/9/3/10/6/14/5/15/4/;3232323222123; (number of letters in favourite character’s name = how long you sprint for)

3;9;12;7;8/1/7/11/9/3/10/6/14/5/15/4/2/;32323232221233; (write for 10 minutes)

3;9;13;7;8/1/7/11/9/3/10/6/14/5/15/4/2/12/;323232322212333; (sprint for 3 minutes)

3;9;16;4;8/1/7/11/9/3/10/6/14/5/15/4/2/12/13/;323232322212333; (100 words to finish)

FINISHED
final code:
Your Journey: horror, option #3, adventure, option #2, hifi, option #3, poetry, option #2, mystery, option #3, dystopian, option #2, nonfi, option #3, folklore, option #2, script, option #2, fantasy, option #2, thriller, option #1, fanfi, option #2, bifi, option #3, realfi, option #3, scifi, option #3

save codes:

2;5;16;5;8/;2;
3;5;16;5;8/1/;23;
2;1;14;7;8/1/;232;
3;1;5;7;8/1/14/;2323;
3;6;16;5;8/1/14/5/;2323;
2;6;16;2;8/1/14/5/15/;23232;
1;6;16;5;8/1/14/5/15/4/;232321;
2;3;3;7;8/1/14/5/15/4/;2323212;
2;3;16;5;8/1/14/5/15/4/3/;2323212;
3;2;10;7;8/1/14/5/15/4/3/;23232123;
3;2;16;5;8/1/14/5/15/4/3/10/;23232123;
3;2;16;5;8/1/14/5/15/4/3/10/6/;232321233;
3;4;2;7;8/1/14/5/15/4/3/10/6/;2323212333;
3;4;16;5;8/1/14/5/15/4/3/10/6/2/;2323212333;
3;7;7;7;8/1/14/5/15/4/3/10/6/2/;23232123333;

3;8;9;7;7/4/11/;3233;

;2;10;6;8/1/2/15/4/7/9/11/12/13/14/5/6/;1111311213113;

Abbie's save codes

;5;8;6;;; 6:32 am 11-28-22 114 WORDS
2;5;16;5;1/;2; 5:37 pm 11-28-22 228 WORDS
1;6;16;5;1/8/15/;211; 5:57 pm 11-28-22 663 WORDS
1;6;16;5;1/8/15/4/;2111; 6:09 pm 11-28-22 842 WORDS
3;7;16;5;1/8/15/4/7/;21113; 6:19 pm 11-28-22 928 WORDS
1;8;16;5;1/8/15/4/7/9/;211131; 6:24 pm 11-28-22 1067 WORDS
1;9;16;5;1/8/15/4/7/9/12/13/;21113121; 11-29-22 1166 WORDS
3;2;16;5;1/8/15/4/7/9/12/13/6/10/;2111312113; 11-29-22 1549 WORDS
Your Journey: adventure, option #2, horror, option #1, thriller, option #1, fanfi, option #1, hifi, option #3, mystery, option #1, realfi, option #2, scifi, option #1, folklore, option #1, nonfi, option #3, script, option #3, fantasy, option #1, dystopian, option #1, bifi, option #3, poetry, option #3 2419 WORDS

Celes's Weekly Four Save Codes:

Save Code 01: 2;2;16;5;1/;2;
Save Code 02: 2;4;16;5;1/8/2/;232;
Save Code 03: 3;6;16;5;1/8/2/15/4/;23213;
Save Code 04: 1;9;16;5;1/8/2/15/4/13/12/;2321331;
Save Code 05: 1;7;16;5;1/8/2/15/4/13/12/9/11/7/;2321331131;
Save Code 06: 3;1;16;5;1/8/2/15/4/13/12/9/11/7/14/5/;232133113123;
Save Code 07: 3;2;16;5;1/8/2/15/4/13/12/9/11/7/14/5/6/10/;23213311312333;

found this from the november session

♖ Laxy's Save Codes - July 2023

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Poppy's Save Codes for 4th Weekly July 2023

1. | Path 1: ANCIENT, Prompt 2 | Path 2: PAST, Prompt 2 | Path 3: DAY, Prompt 1 | Path 4: FUTURE, Prompt 2 |

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Code: | Path 1: DAY, Prompt 2 | Path 2: PAST, Prompt 1 | Path 3: ANCIENT, Prompt 1 | Path 4: FUTURE, Prompt 3 |

46;1234;311


saving code

Post for my save codes (of course lol)::

4/1/0/0/1/4/1/9/0///0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;/
3/3/100/13/1/2/1/10/0/10;/2;/0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;1;0;0;0;/
2/9/-56/-98/1/4/1/9/1/10;4;9;/2;2;1;/0;0;0;1;0;0;0;0;1;1;0;0;0;/
2/10/-8/52/1/4/1/3/1/10;4;9;3;/2;2;1;2;/0;0;1;1;0;0;0;0;1;1;0;0;0;/
1/10/-101/-125/1/4/1/1/1/10;4;9;3;1;/2;2;1;2;2;/1;0;1;1;0;0;0;0;1;1;0;0;0;/
1/9/25/-67/1/3/1/5/1/10;4;9;3;1;5;/2;2;1;2;2;2;/1;0;1;1;1;0;0;0;1;1;0;0;0;/
1/8/-104/26/1/1/1/7/1/10;4;9;3;1;5;7;/2;2;1;2;2;2;1;/1;0;1;1;1;0;1;0;1;1;0;0;0;/
5/5/5/22/1/4/1/8/1/10;4;9;3;1;5;7;8;/2;2;1;2;2;2;1;1;/1;0;1;1;1;0;1;1;1;1;0;0;0;/

5/4/5/-118/1/4/1/11/1/10;4;9;3;1;5;7;8;11;/2;2;1;2;2;2;1;1;1;/1;0;1;1;1;0;1;1;1;1;1;0;0;/

placeholder for my codes (i messed up so i have to try again lol)

Vi’s IslandSWC Save codes

3/3/175/-20/1/2/1/10/0/10;/1;/0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;1;0;0;0;/
2/10/10/46/1/4/2/3/0/10;9;3;/1;2;/0;0;0;0;0;0;0;0;1;1;0;0;0;/
1/8/-38/14/1/4/1/5/0/10;9;3;5;/1;2;1;1;/0;0;1;0;1;0;0;0;1;1;0;0;0;/