hiya, this is where i'll post all my swc proof and writing!!

daily #1
word count: 84

I'm ube ice cream with a scoop of butter pecan on top. Chances are you've only had the latter. Ube is literally bright purple ice cream. Yup, that's me, all colorful, and unique, and exquisite. Now your probably all like, ‘Nikki, aren’t you just some lazy person who stares at a computer for five hours typing this abomination? Where's all that pretty ‘rainbows of personality’?' Hence, the butter pecan. A normal flavor that tastes surprisingly good if you actually along to trying it. If.

daily #5 (in which we harass viola chan)
word count:

poor viola chan

My sister grabs the viola as we stand above a simmering pot of boiling water. “Well, in you go!” She says, shoving viola chan in above her head. “Wait-” I began, hesitant to let go of my precious viola. It was too late. Oh, tis was a cruel thing to do, indeed. The things I do in the name of SWC… Looking back, I mourn the death of my beloved, the sadness it brought me. I could never bring myself to buy another viola like this again, because I couldn't bare to look at it. We poured viola chan's ashes into the blender where it shook violently. “Ok, all done!” She said, taking viola chan out and pouring it into two glass cups. I could only watch in pain as she gulped down viola chan's remains. I looked down at the cup. Now it was my turn. I swallowed my fears, and drank it…

Appearance -
- bright orange concoction
- strange swirling mist
- the occasional bow string or two in your drink (where'd that come from-)

Effects -
- immortality
- strange plastic-y taste in your mouth for the next 12 hours
- for obvious reasons, the wrath of the viola gods
- tingling sensation down your throat
- depression
- heavy procrastination for the next 5 hours
- resurrection

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daily #9 (in which we sleep)
I somehow sLePt for 10 hours after cabin wars, from 9-7
Word count: 272

Froggy often sleeps on the ground, with little to no blankets. They often stay awake, stargazing in the night sky with the smell of moss and dew around them in the forest. They watches the shooting stars silently, and without others, often leaving her small apartment to go outside, keeping a blanket on the ground, and simply lying on it watching the enchanting skies above.

Nikki, understands why she needs sleep, and has normal eating habits and a comfy bed, but she often tosses and turns in bed for two hours before starting to fall asleep. She doesn't fall asleep quickly, so staying in place often gets very hot and she has to adjust to a more cooler side of the bed, then keeps tossing and turning till she falls asleep. She goes to sleep at 10-11 usually, but when she wakes up, it's very bright and sunny in her house, so she thinks she woke up later than usual until she goes downstairs and realizes it's still 5:14 A.M.

The Game

“Alright, time to stab people!” Stormy shouted, holding a sword.
“What?” Saif turned. “No, no stabbing!”
Stormy rolled her eyes. “At least severely injuring them?” She said, tossing the sword away as if it was as light as a feather.
“No! We’re just going to kidnap the creator.” Saif said, ready to charge in.
They opened the large, metal door, and entered in from the desert. They quickly shut out the sand that was trying to enter in.
“Oh yeah, I never asked you. What do you reckon you want to do once we leave this stupid game?” Stormy asked, as they walked through the empty halls of the studio where the creator of the game supposedly lived. The Game was strange, cruel games, with strict rules. If you managed to survive, then you'd just end up at the next game. The ‘creator’ was the person who made the game, and usually announces the rules at the start of each game. The game is almost unreal. One moment, you could be shivering on a mountain, where you had to escape an other-wordly entity, then the next, you could be in a desert where the last person left standing won. If you lose a game, you d!e, if you don't already get killed by possible in-game entities or other players.
“I just want to go back to, like, living. Like a normal person.” Saif said.
“Yes, a normal person who never stopped at anything to get out of here.” Stormy said, absent mindedly.
“I never thought of it like that. The game…it wasn’t that bad. We’re only as bad as the creator. We’ve done countless bad things…I’ve done countless bad things.” Saif whispered sorrowfully.
“What?” Stormy said, zoned out. “Oh, you're regretting listening to the creator for 3 years. Yeah, you stabbed a lot of people.” Stormy said, humming as we finally came to the end of the hallway.
“Wow, thanks Stormy. That made me feel so much better.” Saif said. “Anyway, I thought this place would be swarming with guards, but it’s practically empty. And it’s kind of pathetic. Like it’s just a typical studio apartment. You’d think by how much the control, the creator would be living in a castle.” “Well, no one would try entering in the first place. We’re probably the first people to enter since the game started. Fear controls them. I don’t know why anyone would want to live in a small, apartment sized room instead of a palace.” Stormy said. “Ok, on count of 3, we break in. 3..2..1..Now!”
To their surprise, the door was open. They immediately realized why someone would want to live here instead of a palace. There were comfy seats, a bed, fairly lights, a mini fridge in the back, a small kitchen, fuzzy carpets, and pillows.
“Oh hey, I’ve been waiting for you guys.” The voice was a teenager, her legs extended across the table, sipping a tropical smoothie. She brushed her hair over her shoulder, closed her laptop, and folded her legs back under the table.
“Sit.” There were two seats in front off her desk. “Saif and Stormy. I’ve been expecting you two.” Her voice was chill, as Saif and Stormy cautiously sat down.
She seemed like a perfectly normal person.
“I should probably start by introducing myself. I’m Nikki, and this is my apartment.” The girl said.
“Aren’t you mad at us for breaking in?” Stormy carefully said.
Nikki smiled. “No, quite the opposite, I leave my door open for all those who see it.” Nikki said. “Ask me one question, and I’ll answer it. Choose carefully.”
“How do we get back to the real world?” Saif asked.
Nikki laughed. It was soft, and friendly. “Don’t you understand? They way you entered, three years ago.” Nikki got up from her chair, turned around and walked up to a door in the wall. She opened it with a click onto a small balcony. Sun shone brightly, as faint music played and laughter was in the air. “How-” Stormy began, but Nikki cut her off. “It’s Venice. We’re in the real world. Everyone you saw in the game, including you, came from out here, the outside world.” She motioned to all around her.
Stormy felt like something was off. We entered through a desert…now we're in Venice. Teleporting is only something that happens in the game when you finish and teleport to the next…
“Why did we enter?” Saif said.
Nikki shrugged. “Just as they enter in from different places, they enter in different ways.” Nikki paused. “Anyway, you’re free to go. It was a pleasure meeting you two, I have a feeling we’re going to run into each other very soon.”
“What do you mean your door is always open to those who see it? Does that mean we can return?” Stormy said.
Nikki laughed again. “You catch on quick. Well, you’ll know where to find me. Anyway, you best be on your way, as I trust your intentions were to originally leave?”
Saif and Stormy nodded as they stepped out onto the balcony. They walked down the white stairs to the side, down to the canals, free at last.

They had finally escaped the game.

So why didn’t it feel like it?

Word wars

I came from a small village. All the villagers knew each other. It was a Saturday afternoon, and my parents suddenly said, “we have to move to the city,” I was upset that we had to move. They didn't really explain why we had to move, just, “you have to start school,”. I was going to object that I was fluent in English, and math. Late at night, I was going to my room, and I heard them say, “We've been postponing telling her…the city can be dangerous…”

3 years later…

School just ended. As I walked through the alley back home, I heard a shuffle. “w-who's there?” I said, startled. “Has anyone ever told you you're not human?” A voice said behind me. “AHH!” I turned around and saw a boy, about my age, with blonde hair/
“Jack! You're not supposed to tell her!” A girl said, stepping out from the shadows.
“Oh. Well, we have to kidnap you now.”

Corgi3210 wrote:

proof for cabin wars:
“Alright, time to stab people!” Stormy shouted, holding a sword. “What?” Saif turned. “No, no stabbing!” Stormy rolled her eyes. “At least severely injuring them?” She said, tossing the sword away as if it was as light as a feather. “No! We’re just going to kidnap the creator.” Saif said,| snipped

Alright o7 critic time.

I love how you show Saif and Storm's relationship throughout your writing! You could feel their friendship and the hardship they'd suffered just from how they interacted! I think the dialogue flowed really naturally!

In terms of structure, please use a space between your paragraph. It will help so much with making your work more readable. The lack of spaces is an instant put off to many readers. (published texts like novels get away with not doing this because of how their formatted in other ways (larger gaps between lines etc…) on scratch fourms though you should always double space between paragraphs)
Still on structure, new dialogue, new line.
Using the section i used before snipping, I'll show you why this is an established grammar rule.

If it had been paragraphed correctly
“Alright, time to stab people!” Stormy shouted, holding a sword.
“What?” Saif turned. “No, no stabbing!”
Stormy rolled her eyes. “At least severely injuring them?” She said, tossing the sword away as if it was as light as a feather.
“No! We’re just going to kidnap the creator.” Saif said,

Hopefully without the double spaces you can already see how much easier that is for the eyes and brain than a large chunk of text like it was before. It also makes it a lot clearer who's saying everything!

Okay, now that we've established a simple way you can improve your structure I'm going to share my thoughts on the piece as a whole ^^

“Wow, thanks Stormy. That made me feel so much better.” Saif said. “Anyway, I thought this place would be swarming with guards, but it’s practically empty. And it’s kind of pathetic. Like it’s just a typical studio apartment. You’d think by how much the control, the creator would be living in a castle.” Saif said.

Why repeat: Saif said? There's three main ways you can spit up dialogue. Have the speaking verb before, after or between two sentances (this can be used in many contexts!) Since Saif is saying something two times without Storm disrupting, you can remove the second use of ‘Saif Said’
On the topic of speech verbs, you don't always need to use them. Since Saif and Stormy are talking back and forth there were times where if you dropped the tag, we the reader, could still understand who was talking. I think this issue linked back to paragraphing as well. Since even with the tags I was sometimes still confused. So all the tags were neccessary with the structure.

“I never thought of it like that. The game…it wasn’t that bad. We’re only as bad as the creator. We’ve done countless bad things…I’ve done countless bad things.” Saif said, sorrowfully.

Could you have used a stronger verb than said in order to show the sorrow? Stronger verbs could be: cried, whisphered (afraid someone might overhear), or forced out (scared to admit te bad things). This helps you show and not tell the characters feelings!

“Well, no one would try entering in the first place. We’re probably the first people to enter since the game started. Fear controls them. I don’t know why anyone would want to live in a small, apartment sized room instead of a palace.” Stormy said.
“Ok, on count of 3, we break in. 3..2..1..Now!”
To their surprise, the door was open.

I think you could have done a better job establishing where Saif and Storm are. The dialogue as I said before is very cool! But you shouldn't neglect setting in it's stead. This made me as the reader feel disorinted as I was previously unsure of where they were. I think taking 30 words or so before this (at the beginning if you didn't want to disrupt the dialogue) to properly establish a location would do wonders!

They immediately realized why someone would want to live here instead of a palace. There were comfy seats, a bed, fairly lights, a mini fridge in the back, a small kitchen, fuzzy carpets, and pillows.
“Oh hey, I’ve been waiting for you guys.” The voice was a teenager, her legs extended across the table, sipping a tropical smoothie. She brushed her hair over her shoulder, closed her laptop, and folded her legs back under the table. “Sit.” There were two seats in front off her desk. “Saif and Stormy. I’ve been expecting you two.” Her voice was chill, as Saif and Stormy cautiously sat down. She seemed like a perfectly normal person. “I should probably start by introducing myself. I’m Nikki, and this is my apartment.” The girl said.

You do a really good job with description here! We get a good introduction to what sort of person Nikki is before she does anything too amazing! The little details like a her tropical smoothie and her outstretched legs that she tucks in establishes a character who's assumedly privledged. Especially in contrast to Saif and Stormy.
* you used the wrong to, too, two which is why i bolded that bit.

Saif and Stormy nodded as they stepped out onto the balcony. They walked down the white stairs to the side, down to the canals, free at last.

I'd have established there being canals when the outside was originally described.
Also Nikki is amazingly cryptic! She's friendly but I can't shake this feeling that she's hiding something…

They had finally escaped the game.

So why didn’t it feel like it?

AMAZING, BRILLIANT CLIFFHANGER ENDING!!! i do want to know what happens next!! 10/10

In conclusion: I think the beginning needs some extra details such as setting between the dialogue. This picks up as you go along and ends masterfully. Also focus more on your structure such as paragraph. It is an amazing tool and I think if you utilized it correctly, you're writing would be greater! Characters are definately the strongest point!

For title ideas I'm a bit simple. I'd go with something like: The Game. or Escape to Venice. Or if theres any themes you plan on expanding on if you continue this maybe focus on one of them?

Thank you so much for your feedback! It was really insightful, I'll definitely get to editing it soon

daily #11

I'm at camp SWC
Gonna' critique some campers
I finish typing
It's time to show it all
I give the critique in, and I know what happens next is strange
I flash a stunning smile and say
“Today's your lucky day”
Oh, what
Oh yeah, I'm a good person
You can have that critique (it's yours)
And also I copied it off of google, uh
Sitting by my computer
My leaders notice it's late
“You should go to bed” The leader said
I'm gettin' up, and stretch, I'm filling up with pride
I open up the bedroom door and put a single foot in bed
Oh, what
Oh yeah, I'm a good person
I go to bed before 11 (so healthy)
I'm gonna go back to my computer now, uh
I'm chilling out in camp
The other cabins are such jerks (just kidding <3)
Notice it's cabin wars
All my friends in panic and disarray, “no was that today??”
Then I add a word count of 8,888
Oh, what
Oh yeah, I'm a good camper
I do my word counts (model camper)
Turns out I plagiarized and now I got kicked out, uh
My leader is back again
“Can you do some tasks?”
Her mind was blown right then
“I did it before you asked!”
Oh, what
Oh yeah, I'm a good camper
I do my dailies (for my cabin)
Couldn't find the link to the main cabin so I didn't submit it, uh

this is the daily that i forgot to submit

Part 1 of weekly: 616 words
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/696746/?page=2
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Part 2: also 616 words..? (gosh, that's creepy)

"Gabe
Huh? Where am I, and why am I SO WET?? That sounded so weird..
It seems like I have been washed ashore to a mysterious island. The perfect place for an adventure! Last thing that I can remember is that kayak trip I took with Nikki and Grayson. Speaking of Nikki and Grayson, it seems like they also ended up on this island, because I can’t see them near the kayak or drowned in the water. I better go check on them…

Nikki
“Hey, Nikki!” I turn around.
It’s Gabe. Grayson is next to me.
I looked back. At the shore, there was a ravaged kayak. At the back of my memory, I faintly recall kayaking with Gabe and Grayson.
But… How are we going to get back home? Where even is home?

Grayson
Where’s the kayak? What happened? Gabe is in front of me. Nikki is off near the sea by the kayak… I see the kayak. It’s completely broken! I knew this was a bad idea. “My pants are soaked!” I shouted in anger.
“Grayson, ALL of our pants are soaked.” Gabe says.
“Oh right.”
“Remember the waterfall?” Gabe asks.
“What waterfall?”
“When we were kayaking, there was a waterfall in front of us, and our kayak went down. We all somehow ended up here afterwards.” Gabe explains.
“iAy caramba! Why the hell were we even kayaking in front of a waterfall anyway?
“Uhh, remember? Some idiot YouTuber came up to us and said he’d give us a million dollars if we kayaked down that river. Seemed kind of sketchy, now that I think about it,” Nikki says. “Grayson, you were the one who agreed to it anyway, dragging us along with you. I wanted to go to the casino, it’s a better way to make money.”
“Nikki, you have a gambling addiction. You see a 50/50 chance and only see the 50% chance of winning, and not the 50% chance of losing.” Gabe said intellectually. I’m, like, 100% sure he reads philosopher Sadghuru junk.

“50% sounds like better chances than kayaking down a waterfall, ending up on a deserted island, and somehow making it through alive, if you ask me.” Nikki says. The way she phrased it, she almost sounded like she was annoyed at our current situation, but knowing Nikki, she was probably thrilled for another life and death adventure.


Gabe
I can't believe we're stranded. Nobody has gotten to screaming or crying, now that's impressive. Actually, Grayson screamed about her wet pants but that doesn’t count. If we manage to stay this calm, we might actually survive this!
“This is my favorite pair though!” Grayson wailed.
“All your pants are your favorite,” Nikki said.
“You wear them in a constant cycle, never skipping a pair. And you say I care too much about what I like.” Grayson frowned.
I saw a movie where people got lost but found a waterfall which kept them alive. That's nice, I also remember when they got desperate and ate each other. Kind of seems like something Nikki would do. Grayson would just kill the people for fun. I would probably do both in my sleep.

Nikki
Everyday I get more annoyed by Grayson. We’re practically fire and ice. I’m confused on why we’re still friends. I guess we’re both friends with Gabe and he’s kind of like the glue keeping us together. But everyday the glue is slowly being peeled away…

Grayson
My favorite mug says “Keep calm and carry on.” And although it’s my favorite, sometimes I wanna smash it, especially when I lose a Fortnite match. Something I have said before was:
“SCREW BEING CALM! I HATE THIS MUG!”
Good times.
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Part 3: 309 words for critique

This writing piece is very detailed, you can tell it was masterfully written. The antagonist, Morrigan-Lillyth, is such a complex character!
The story, as I interpreted it, was about how the antagonist was shunned out and insignificant when they were a child. Fueled by hatred, they rose for power and dominance, to make their mark. They would do anything it took, and did horrible things for their blinding ambition. But each time, their consciousness would question them, whispering if it was really the right thing to do. They isolated themselves, crossing into a world more darker and lonely, reaching for power that kept escaping their grasp. Then they realized that they had done this themselves, changed them down with each cruel deed. The thing they most wanted trapped them, made them blind to the truth. They knew what they had to do, no matter how hard it was; seek forgiveness. They began to undo their chains with each redemption act they did, and in doing so, they changed as a person. They had learned much from their redemption, about being human.

The ending was beautiful, about how the character changed with each good deed. The structure of the story was easy to comprehend, because even the vocabulary certainly was advanced, it made it easier to read. The plot definitely showed your capability as a writer! I love how detailed the character was, and how their redemption wasn't easy, but the humility and forgiveness changed them to be a better person.

As for the writing style, I think that you did a great job. The writing style was detailed, advanced, and interesting. Since it's not my writing style, I probably aren't the best for giving tips, but I think you should ask some more people with similar style's and really try to use and improve this style in your writing.

Stranded


Gabe
Huh? Where am I, and why am I SO WET?? That sounded so weird..
It seems like I have been washed ashore to a mysterious island. The perfect place for an adventure! Last thing that I can remember is that kayak trip I took with Nikki and Grayson. Speaking of Nikki and Grayson, it seems like they also ended up on this island, because I can’t see them near the kayak or drowned in the water. I better go check on them…


Nikki
“Hey, Nikki!” I turn around.
It’s Gabe. Grayson is next to me.
I looked back. At the shore, there was a ravaged kayak. At the back of my memory, I faintly recall kayaking with Gabe and Grayson.
But… How are we going to get back home? Where even is home?


Grayson
Where’s the kayak? What happened? Gabe is in front of me. Nikki is off near the sea by the kayak… I see the kayak. It’s completely broken! I knew this was a bad idea. “My pants are soaked!” I shouted in anger.
“Grayson, ALL of our pants are soaked.” Gabe says.
“Oh right.”

“Remember the waterfall?” Gabe asks.
“What waterfall?”
“When we were kayaking, there was a waterfall in front of us, and our kayak went down. We all somehow ended up here afterwards.” Gabe explains.
“iAy caramba! Why the hell were we even kayaking in front of a waterfall anyway?

“Uhh, remember? Some idiot YouTuber came up to us and said he’d give us a million dollars if we kayaked down that river. Seemed kind of sketchy, now that I think about it,” Nikki says. “Grayson, you were the one who agreed to it anyway, dragging us along with you. I wanted to go to the casino, it’s a better way to make money.”
“Nikki, you have a gambling addiction. You see a 50/50 chance and only see the 50% chance of winning, and not the 50% chance of losing.” Gabe said intellectually. I’m, like, 100% sure he reads philospher junk.

“50% sounds like better chances than kayaking down a waterfall, ending up on a deserted island, and somehow making it through alive, if you ask me.” Nikki says. The way she phrased it, she almost sounded like she was annoyed at our current situation, but knowing Nikki, she was probably thrilled for another life and death adventure.


Gabe
I can't believe we're stranded. Nobody has gotten to screaming or crying, now that's impressive. Actually, Grayson screamed about her wet pants but that doesn’t count. If we manage to stay this calm, we might actually survive this!
“This is my favorite pair though!” Grayson wailed.
“All your pants are your favorite,” Nikki said.
“You wear them in a constant cycle, never skipping a pair. And you say I care too much about what I like.” Grayson frowned.
I saw a movie where people got lost but found a waterfall which kept them alive. That's nice, I also remember when they got desperate and ate each other. Kind of seems like something Nikki would do. Grayson would just kill the people for fun. I would probably do both in my sleep.


Nikki
Everyday I get more annoyed by Grayson. We’re practically fire and ice. I’m confused on why we’re still friends. I guess we’re both friends with Gabe and he’s kind of like the glue keeping us together. But everyday the glue is slowly being peeled away…

Grayson
My favorite mug says “Keep calm and carry on.” And although it’s my favorite, sometimes I wanna smash it, especially when I lose a Fortnite match. Something I have said before was:
“SCREW BEING CALM! I HATE THIS MUG!”
Good times.



Later that night..



Gabe
The moment it became night time I heard a faint growling noise as if something was watching us, waiting to pounce. Nikki and Grayson had some other stupid argument over some small thing like Fortnite or Casinos. I don’t think they both realize just how addicted they are. I watch as they carry logs over to our small, yet convenient shelter.
“Nikki, you’re jabbing your elbow into me!”
“Well, I’m SORRY, but you’re stepping on my foot!”
They continued bickering as they carried a log over.
I watched with slight amusement. I accidentally set out a slight chuckle.
“YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? IF YOU LAUGH AGAIN I WILL JAB THIS LOG INTO YOUR FEEBLE MIND!” Grayson shouted in anger.
“Yikes, Grayson.” Nikki replied to that, sarcastically.
“I SWEAR I’LL DO THE SAME TO YOU, NIKKI!”
“I’d like to see you try.” She said, with a scoff.
Grayson immediately dropped the log and charged towards Nikki. “THAT’S THE LAST STRAW! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU! YOU SELFISH IDIOT!”
Grayson grabbed hold of Nikki’s black leather jacket and tossed her to the ground. Nikki immediately got up, running towards Grayson, ready to kick her. Suddenly snapping out of my gaze, I broke them up. Or, at least I tried to. They’re strong when they’re angry! Man, they're so lucky they can control their strength. I have to become extremely angry to become strong.


I turned back to the woods, tremulous. Who knew what was lurking beyond our vision, waiting to strike?


Nikki
Sometimes, I just really want to judo flip Grayson and listen to her ribs break. I don’t think she realizes. Realizes why she wins every arm wrestle, every thumb war, every single fight. I can’t tell her, but sometimes it’s itching at me. It’s like she’s always ignoring the rest of the world’s opinions and placing it on her own, I’m so sick of it! She’s such a jerk, she’s so annoying to everybody and always thinks that life is harder for her than everyone else. Grayson’s not the only person in the world! She’s such a pest, can’t she take a hint?
“IT’S CALLED EMOTING, GET IT RIGHT NOW,”
“SHUT UP, GRAYSON! CAN YOU JUST CONCENTRATE?? LIKE SERIOUSLY! HOW HARD IS IT TO DO IT ONE MORE SOUND AND I SWEAR I WILL PUNCH YOU SO HARD YOU SHATTER INTO A MILLION PIECES, WE ARE NOT FRIENDS AND WE WILL NEVER BE!”
I immediately regretted saying that.
Grayson began tearing up. I never saw her do that. She ran away into the forest.


Grayson
Ugh! That selfish jerkwad! She has no idea what I’ve been through! SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SHE’S TALKING ABOUT! SHE HASN’T EXPERIENCED BEING SHUNNED FROM RESTAURANTS, STORES, HOTELS, AIRPORTS, EVEN FROM SOCIETY!
I wish I had never met her.
I wish I could crack her neck and wear her like jewelry.
I wish.


Gabe
I feel so bad for Grayson. I turn to Nikki. She’s wearing a small earpiece. She would always listen to blaring anime music when she was upset. It wasn’t working after being soaked in water. She kicked the log, frustrated. It shattered into a million pieces. I shivered. Scary. “I’m gonna go find Grayson,” I said.
“FINE! TALK TO THE JERK THAT RUINED MY LIFE!” Nikki shot back.
“What are you talking about?” I say, taken aback with surprise.
I knew that Nikki was always upset with Grayson, but I never really saw that as anything but friendly rivalry. I saw Nikki fidgeting her hands distractedly, like she always did because she could never focus.
“I’m sorry.” I say, turning away.
I walked into the endless depths of the jungle. I saw Grayson perched atop a probably 30-foot tree eating coconuts. I looked around.
All the other trees were stripped of coconuts.
She ate all of them.
“You probably shouldn’t eat so much.”
I knew that Grayson liked to eat when she’s stressed, but I didn’t know that she liked to eat that voraciously. She’s been in the forest for 15 minutes. I saw her toss an empty coconut husk over her shoulder. It hit me.
“ACK!” I gasped.
“Whoops,” Grayson said, not concerned about my health and wellbeing at all.
“Didn’t see you there.” She says.
Grayson quickly finds her way down the tree. I was impressed.
“Whaddya want? You interrupted my stress-eating.” She says, obviously irritated.
“I just came to check up on you.” I say.
She starts climbing back up the tree.
“Aren’t you gonna come back with me?” I ask.
“After I finish these coconuts.” Grayson says with a mouthful.
“Grayson, you ate all the other ones.”
“Don’t remind me.”



Midnight



Nikki
I sat on a log, staring at the star streaked sky. I kicked the sand so hard, a puff of sand shot into the air. I hate Grayson, that annoying jerk. She’s so conceited! Gabe is always so nice, she’s like a spoiled child. What does she know about me? She’s so obsessed with Fortnite that she doesn’t notice how people around her feel. I want to kick Grayson across the ground, listening to every bone in her body snap. Then she’ll finally feel the pain that I had to deal with my entire life. Not like she knows a thing about it. She doesn’t know just how much I’ve suffered, on the edge of society, overlooked, forgotten about. I’ve been through more pain before age six than most people have in several lifetimes.

What does she know?

I want to break her, and listen to every single bone snap in her body. Then she’ll finally understand the pain I’ve had to deal with my entire life. Not like she knows a thing about it. I’ve been through more pain before age six than most people have in several lifetimes.


I’m so sick of Grayson!

I saw Gabe walking out of the forest with Grayson by his side. Dang. I didn’t know he was a therapist. He listens to Sadhguru too much. I know I shouldn’t have given him the CD for Christmas.
My eyes automatically go to Grayson. I wipe the thin line of blood from the corner of my mouth.
“You happy now?” I ask.
Grayson spots the blood.
“My bad,” She says.

Through the corner of my eye, I could see her sorrowful face.
“Nikki, we’ve been through so much. Like the time you ate my chips, we agreed on forgiving each other. The time I stole (and lost) your Nintendo Switch, we figured out a way to replace it. You ate my 2 ice cream sandwiches when I was asleep at 3 A.M., and you got me 5 more boxes of them! Why stop agreeing now? Why not just get over this speed bump by speeding across it and flying through the air?”
“That’s not how driving works,” I say, my face softened.
I saw Gabe sobbing.
“I’m sorry! It’s just so sad!”
Grayson and I snickered.
I smiled.
“Ok. Let’s fly over this speed bump. Together.”

the end.

daily #28
@silverlynx-'s daily
Word count: 407

(yes this character hates swimming but is okay with drowning, it's not that they want to die, they just have very realistic views on what they can't and can do, and swimming across an ocean is something they can't)

I blink. I can hardly breathe, my eyes barely opening against the pressure of the wind. I'm falling down headfirst losing control. About 100 feet down from me is pure water as far as the eye can see. The sound of the air drowns out my screams. I can hardly think of how I got here in the first place, just that I'm losing height rapidly, and I get ready to fall in. What took around 2 second felt like it took around 2 minutes. I hit the water, hard and immediately started to sink. I couldn't breathe, it felt so hard. Gasping, while choking, I got up, panting. I'm in the middle of the freaking ocean! All I can think about is swimming.

Swimming…ugh I hate swimming. I'd rather drown to be quite honest, but I don't know if losing air would kill me first, or the sharp jagged edges and animals in the murky deep. I feel lost, disoriented. I swim for what feels like an eternity, before I actually start to think on where I'm going. Maybe there's an island? They always have those in the movies, right? I look around. Nope. No island. Ok, back to drowning.

As much as I hate to admit it, I'm not quite fond of drowning. They're must be something I can do? Like maybe I'm a lost superhero and have special powers or something? I try. Nope, no special powers. And anyway, even I know I'm too boring and selfish to be a great superhero. I try to think of why I'm here. Strangely, the more I'm in the water, the more I can't remember. The strong scent of chlorine makes it hard to breathe, almost suffocating..

Suddenly, I hear a whir. A jet ski whirls past me, water spraying up. I sputter out the water, rubbing my eyes. It goes ahead. The person is in all black, they're head covered by a helmet. They then come back around, as if I should chase them. For some reason, I don't say anything. The person would ignore me if I said anything. It circles around, and I almost lose an arm. The jet ski slowly comes in, circling me. I feel like prey. The only way to go is down. I hold my breath. If I die doing this, it will not have been worth it, and will be completely my fault. Then I plunge into the water.

ok: cool stuff