CRITIQUITAIRE • 12th november 2023
For today's critiquitaire my hostage talented writer is @A-Sad-Invention of the Non-Fi cabin, our dear allies! The piece critiqued does not currently have a name - https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/584358/?page=1#post-7605288 - and is a piece of poetry consisting of 388 words. It is a wip emo poem thingy.

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The moment I opened your poem up I could immediately tell it was a * masterpiece. However I just didn't really understand what exactly you're writing about~ I'm aware pieces of writing doesn't need to have a specific purpose or lore behind each piece, yet I feel as though ‘emo poem thingy’ doesn't quite encompass everything you talk about here, and without a title and/or a more specific description, your reader will probably be quite confused and might even have a lack of interest.

After reading it through several times, I still can't really glean a general overview of a topic, but I believe you're writing about some form of traumatic relationship, but I'm also getting vibes of a dark side to humanity being touched upon here. I genuinely still have no idea. If you were attempting to confuse your reader, good job

After each Roman numeral (as a Roman mythology geek I love your use of them here, it especially fits the aesthetic), you might wanna give each stanza/subsection of words a subtitle perhaps? I'd suggest focusing around the human (and non-human) emotions. If you're going for the vague side here though, it's probably good as it is!

faulty candles (minutes down the side)

This somewhat breaks that absolutely GORGEOUS chain of metaphors you have going in your first section. Hats off to your second paragraph in particular, that was astounding. I do not quite understand what form of figuration this is; what do candles which have failed to flicker have to do with losing time? Candles are not typically associated with time or, if you'd like to take a darker turn, lifeline. If this is irony I commend you, however you might want to consider something along the line of ‘clocks’ for specificity <3

i count sheep in my sleep (infinity circles back to zero)
my thoughts haunt me (more so than do ghosts)
i tried to run away (they caught up every time)
you plucked my wings (and told me to fly)

For me personally, this was just so relatable! I have a weak form of insomnia and this. This presented it PERFECTLY. I would be super nitpicky here though and say that ‘i count sheep in my sleep’ can possibly invoke humor in some readers and break that depressed-feels spiral you have booming strongly right now.

cradle your soul (in calloused and broken hands)
the fire we crafted (with rocks, sticks, and deceit)
the music plays on (down an octave or three)
the unscrupulous soprano (fades into air)

stupid, stupid words
all they did was destroy / and build galaxies upon fallacies
(until they all crumbled down)

I positively adore your brackets for ‘cradle your soul’, the imagery it paints hits just right. ‘build galaxies upon fallacies’ just seems oddly out of place here however; perhaps use fantasies instead of galaxies? This subsection seems to have a more real-world aesthetic to it than the previous one.

As for me, your third stanza was absolutely flawless. You might want to give ‘power outage’ a moment of thought, but it still works pretty well.

meaningless equations (scribbled and crossed out in pencil)
statistics set in stone (by wise men with little more than words)
i'll draw lines with shaky hands (erase the writing on the walls)
i should've known from the beginning (that this will be my end)

Wait, what happened here? How did we go from a deep self-reflection phase to some form of mathematics? You might want to think about a smoother transition here Especially the last line - it takes a bit of a sudden, dark twist. To match the other part of this subsection, you might want to do 2 lines based around this educational-leaning theme and two lines of your deep, philosophical musings.

To conclude, I LOVED your poem; some parts were very relatable to me personally, while others were extremely touching. A huge well done - do you have any plans on submitting this for the writing competition? Just ensure you have a think about what your intentions or what it is that you're trying to express here, and try to not break your positively gorgeous pattern!

WEEKLY • 10th-16th november 2023
Greetings, Silly Weekly Community! It would be my pleasure to welcome you to the second weekly of the session, a humourous parody of our beloved camp acronym. In this playful creation of ours, we’ll be taking a deep dive into humour, writing star(r)fish inspired parodies, and pirating our way to my personal favorite form of gold, SWC fanfiction! Remember to pack your matches and mangoes – we can’t wait to see what you come up with ;D (This weekly begins on November 10th at 12:01 a.m. UTC – please wait until then to start writing.) Best of luck, and have fun!


TW • near-swearing

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PART I

Welcome to the first part of this weekly! To begin, you will be writing a short skit using humour. Humour can be an important tool to adding personality your characters, and it can make reading more fun as well! Follow along with either of these workshops for a brief overview on how to write humour: Starr’s Workshop or September's Workshop. After you’ve done that, write a skit involving humour of at least 350 words. Have fun, and keep on writing! <3

6942. Humanity has somehow managed to survive for triple their current time, though all vestiges of civilisations are rapidly crumbling. Despite the advanced technological innovations, they have torn apart all of nature's bounty, and Mother Earth's gifts. What little is left has been ceded to an extraterrestrial force beyond human comprehension, who have been regulating and maintaining order in humankind's world. Naturally, they do not understand feelings, for they are far too sophisticated to see the lust for an innocent, plump mango.

The few who live on scavenge to survive, which the force observes with almost menial amusement. Here is an example of one such scavenging mission.

QUINN : I'm in, sir. After all this time, we've finally managed to enter the stocks. Entrance time recorded as fourteen-fifty.

ELIAS : Good. Go straight through, and I will join you in a moment.

(static)

ELIAS : Have you loaded up a satellite-map of the compound?

QUINN, loudly and panicking : Y-Yes, sir. I'm s-scared, sir.

ELIAS : We need to do this, send me the map. Up A4-29-33 to the Provisions Aisle. Let's go, lead the way.

QUINN, breaking into a sprint : I'm scared, sir. I think there's something behind me!

ELIAS, matching Quinn's sprint : I'm behind you, dummy. Keep moving.

QUINN, teeth chattering : I'm scared, sir.

ELIAS pauses to let out a sneeze : aaaAAACHOOO! Apologies.

QUINN, screaming : What was that? I'm so scared, sir. Aah! Do you see that great big black blob looming over me?

ELIAS : That's your shadow. We're nearly there, turn up 33. Hold on - I hear something.

(Elias checks the tracking function on their sat-map. After deciding the coast is clear, he is interrupted once again by Quinn.)

QUINN : I'm s-scared, sir.

ELIAS, dryly : You're a genius. What an innovating astonishment! Now, move. Take a left.

(Stacks of mangoes come into view. In the two humans' evident hunger, they likely have not seen anything like this before.)

QUINN : What are those, big flesh-eating sunflowers?!

(In this instance, the bony crevasses of their face become clear as they step into the light. It is certainly a painful sight to behold.)

ELIAS, exasperated : Yes, and I'm a bee, right? Grab as much as you can.

(A phone rings. It belongs to Quinn, and the incessant ringtone bounces around in his pocket.)

ELIAS, whilst gathering his share of the mangoes : Didn't I tell you to put your phone in silence? Do it now, quick.

(Instead, Quinn accidentally hits accept, and instinctively raises the phone to his ear.)

QUINN : Hi, Quinzeas Harzeel Junior talking! What do you need? Oh, we're just over in their compound stealing some great-big flesh-eating sunflowers for our families and friends.

ELIAS, face-palming : Quinn! You bi-

QUINN, adamantly while holding the phone away : WHAT?

A large shadow befalls the two humans; the endless supply of mangoes still caressed in their arms. Sadly, we will not know what happened of them.

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PART II

Welcome to the second part of this weekly, where we’re going to be adapting a classic SWC daily - song parodies! A song parody is when you take a song and rewrite the lyrics around a specific theme.
For this activity, look back at your skit. Did you write a particularly ridiculous line about dancing jellyfish? Or a cackle-worthy scene about runaway homework? Then, write a song parody using a song of at least 250 words, using a humorous element from your skit. We can’t wait to see silly parodies you create - good luck! <3


ABBA ♯ Money, Money, Money
I work all night, I work all day,
To write those words I have to write
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single mango left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I always wonder
If I could leave Fantasy for a yonder
I wouldn't have to write at all, I'd laze around and have a snore…

Mangoes, mangoes, mangoes
Must be yummy
In the hungry man's tummy
Mangoes, mangoes, mangoes
What's so funny
In the dumb man's brain (aka me)
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little mangoes
It's not a lazy man's world

A cabin like ours is hard to find but I can't get writer's block off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if productivity happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Mystery or Sci-Fi (bye!)
And write until my hands fall off, your relationships will never be the same…

Mangoes, mangoes, mangoes
Break your keyboard
Still don't get any (oh well)
Mangoes, mangoes, mangoes
Always hungry
When no homework's done (ba-boom)
Aha-ahaaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little mangoes
It's a busy man's story
Mangoes, mangoes, mangoes
Must be funny
When you give up sleep
Mangoes, mangoes, mangoes
Always phony
In the tired man's world
Aha-ahaaa
Oh no I've been caught
Mum pleeasee… I need to get this done…
It's a sleepy man's world
It's a sleepy man's world

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PART III

Welcome to the third and final part of the Silly Community Weekly! I hope you've enjoyed your humor and parodies – it's time to bring your writing back to our beloved community with a bit of SWC fanfiction. From including SWC traditions (like cabin wars!) to including fellow SWCers in your piece, there's no shortage of ways to accomplish this!
Using your parody as inspiration, your final task will be to write a piece of SWC fanfiction of at least 700 words. Have fun, and happy writing! We're very excited to see your creations <3


Every single Saturday - without fail, Pixie had always been told off for not practicing her piano by her teacher; going as far as receiving firing threats which would have meant the end of her musical career. Ever since she'd progressed into the next grade, despite not starting her first set of academic qualifications yet, she had been losing sleep on a steady basis and had also had to give up some of her favorite fruits.

When SWC came along, Pixie was fresh from moderating ArtFight and participating in an online gaming championship. For whatever reason, when they already had a huge pile of tasks to get done, boku decided to join Scratch Writing Camp; which soon added a lot more tasks for her to complete. However, they found that she could summon far more motivation to write, having been drained of all her writing ability after three consecutive failures to rejoin her Scratch roots at TFCRP.

Just one Saturday ago, the other cabins started warring one another - as well as Fantasy. Pixie, in typical, iconic pixie-style, woke up and thought it was some form of prank. She immediately keyboard smashed her entire laptop into nonexistence by simply posting a gibberish comment in the Fantasy cabin, only to realise that one of boku's cabinmates - known by the pseudonym of Orion - was running around, screaming orders on the wars to fight. Where was Moonlit? Where was Sun and Summer? Eager to join in with the extremely exciting task of warfare, carnage and ultimate destruction, Pixie excitedly jumped into a random ongoing war with Cabin Vikings and began to parry attacks with an almost childlike excitement.

Her brows furrow in deep concentration - which was a rare mode for the often attention-lacking Pixie - the maddened malware idiot fought with all their might. Deep breath. Dodge to the left, do a little shimmy, pop a mango (I wish I had Haribos!) and jab! Then jab again, and slice, and swish. Bingo! 314159 points to Fantasy.

To be absolutely honest, she was a bit of a nuisance to her loyal and determined Viking cabinmates, but Pixie honestly didn't realise that - being as oblivious as she is.

“Hey! Just sent off a couple of wars to… um, I don't have enough fingers to count. I think I definitely popped some to Horror, Illu-Fi, Fairy Tales, Folklore…” Pixie pinched her lips together in a Cupid's bow as she thought, counting the Illu-Fi cabin as three fingers. “Oh, and when I went off to yeet a couple of mangoes to start a fire at Folklore, I may or may not have been caught… I think he's called Raymond? Gave me the dirtiest look possible, dirtiest that I have EVER seen. The AUDACITY!” She gave a little jig of joy on the spot at the satisfaction of experiencing her childhood dreams; which just happened to be doling out warfare just as one would share out cupcakes at a birthday party.

It was a cause for joy for the innocent Pixie, however it was an incessant pain for Orion, who had been leading Fantasy for that particular Saturday's cabin wars, and also an irritating bummer for Moonlit. In one simple move, just to fulfill her dreams, she had destroyed all of their friendly neutral relationships.

Orion gave Pixie an exasperated look. “You've gone rogue,” they shook their head. Even when she had been kidnapped and tied to a post in the dragonmasters' stables, she'd still sent off some wars to… the dark and dreary cabin group. The one with the shiny surfaces but the anxious - almost depressed - looks on their theme. They'd seemed rather inactive, and them being one of the Vikings' enemies, perhaps they could yield something from this inactivity? As it turned out, Pixie should have been even more brutal, and boku spent much of the remainder of the wartime regretting that. Oh, and also regretting the fact that she hadn't helped write anything when she was sending off the wars… relying on her cabinmates to save her stupidity. Churro had, of course, written just the right amount of words to save her butt. Again.

Despite Pixie's head always being stuck in the near (or maybe far) future, she had not been able to foresee the fact that the other cabins would be back for revenge - having received at least three threats of them returning to take their vengeance. And revenge they had done; first through Horror who gave Fantasy one of the toughest tasks that made Pixie feel totally guilty all over again. But the heroism of her Viking friends had saved the day.

Orion dashed into the main den, waving an exceptionally long piece of parchment with a huge beam on their face. “One thousand, seven hundred plus words!” This joyous jubilation was soon follow by Ave, who completed a gorgeous, near-500 fifty-headed hydra.

belledonna - silence, lavender - distrust, rhododendron - danger
magnolia - perseverance

nice flower choice, so excited to read this :0

Secrets. The embodiment of distrust, and eventually, the root of all tyranny.
Secrets contain so much power. They have the chance of creation, but in turn, a greater possibility of destruction.
At the earliest years of one's life, secrets are in some ways the key to cliques, and in turn, popularity.
But have we ever truly wondered what such hidden might can cause?

i love the introduction-ish thingy (don't mind me) before something actually happenedddd
okay so it's probably just a me thing but i found it kinda repetitive to start both of the first two lines with “secret”.
btw i think “at the earliest years” isn't right, maybe change it to “in the earliest years”. i have something against that third sentence lmao but i can't figure out what it is asdkja;ssafdas the sentence just sounds kinda weird to me
i didn't really understand what “what such hidden” meant. i think you meant to say something about wondering about what the hidden secrets may cause, but maybe change it for some clarity. also you said “might can cause” lol grammar.

17th November 1976. Timișoara, Romania.

idk if it works differently in your story but i usually see “november 17th” instead of “17th november” lol

JAI was followed through to the meeting spot of .

i understand that they're not supposed to show the information, but maybe put like you did later in the story?

At around 2042 JAI met up with unknown, unrecorded youth (it was dark, so gender could not be distinguished), and turned into dark alleyway located between two residential blocks.

“unknown, unrecorded youth” doesn't sound right, idk i feel like youth doesn't really fit here, and “unknown, unrecorded” is repetitive

Alleyway surrounded with trash cans and skittering with mice; nearest windows are about 10m upwards so would likely have not been overheard. Temperature was foggy and visibility difficult, likely the reason for choice of date and time. Suspicious activities - if action not pursued, please monitor.

i believe it's “alleyway surrounded by”, not “alleyway surrounded with”, but i might be wrong adsklafds
“nearest windows are about 10m upwards”, since the report is kinda formal, you might wanna change “about” to “approximately”. and “upwards” doesn't seem like the right word. maybe “over” or smth

JAI was wearing a bulging, baggy overcoat of a dark fabric

“bulging, baggy” is kinda repetitive + doesn't seem like the adjectives that would be used in a formal report

appears to be rather ostentatious, even for such temperatures and a soldat of high rank. Upon closer inspection the material was seemingly made of leather; material is non-purchasable in our regim de cei domnule.

ostentatious means “characterized by vulgar or pretentious display; designed to impress or attract notice”, so idk if you were using the right word here. i don't think you need “upon closer inspection” or “seemingly” in the second sentence

Cameras deactivated in a moment's notice as unknown youth entered monitored zone.

instead of “in a moment's notice”, maybe “immediately” or something of the sort

(JAI sighs. Long pause filled with tension.)

i meannn how do they know it was filled with tension lol

Rest of the conversation too distinct to be recordable.

distinct means “recognizably different in nature from something else of a similar type” so not sure if that's the right word here

Subject JAI leaves around 2107.

possibly put for the thingy, also what does 2107 mean lol

WORD WARS • 12th november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @PoppyWriter (60-80 WPM) • 25 points (210 words)

6:40
6:43

“dear diary, today I finally figured it out.”

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dear diary, today i finally figured it out. life is life, and i am who i am. me is me. you is you. they is they. that's it. full stop. i know, right? i'm such a genius. on an unrelated note i actually dropped two marks in my maths test that we sat about four days ago which sucks because i only got one question wrong and the teacher couldn't even see my answer so they marked me down? i am so so so genuinely insulted and horrified to realise that which is extremely sad for me. maths was once my amazing best super cool funny talented subjects and ever since my istp friend joined the school, even though i love her to bits i am extremely annoyed that i had marks deducted for that. bruh you know. on another hand, maybe i have too many hands already, but i'm procrastinating and the sky burned a bright delicious cat vomit pink. i'm joking. cat vomit is disgusting. very yucky. i don't know what to write about, my beloved diary, so i will tell you about the mounds of incomplete homework i have to get done. it is probably taller than that of ten mount everests combined with a couple of

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DAILY • 13th november 2023
“Don't make a sound, they're watching…” Today, you'll be exploring writing off a prompt! First, take out the last sentence of your cabin's storyline/intro. Using this as a starting point, create a short story with this sentence as first line! Write at least 350 words for 100 points, and share your writing for an additional 200 points! Have fun with it! ;]

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“now that you've come of age, it's time you learned to train your dragon,” summer smiles, offering you her hand.

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With a tentative glance around, Pixie reached out and uses Summer's hand to haul herself to safety, giving her a warm thank-you. Most of the Vikings that she would learn to fly amongst and consider kin had not yet seemed to have arrived, though there was a caramel-haired girl and an intimidating figure - she couldn't tell the gender - chatting nearby. Their heterochromatic eyes soon flickered back to the authoritarian group where Summer had returned to and she simply watched them for a long moment, boku's folded wings twitching in her anxiety. maybe i should go talk to them? it's probably not anything interesting though; just the usual pointless banter about their school and holidays and the latest television show…

Fortunately, the being's distracted spiral of thoughts were soon broken by the new arrival of not one, not two, but three new campers! After their introductions had finished, Pixie bounced over to them, pulling her hood - that was totally inappropriate for this merry sunshine, by the way - over her messy hair, boku bounced around the group and picked up a conversation; chattering happily away with another fellow newbie who introduced themselves as Churro.

Their conversation went somewhat like this: ‘hi! hey! mbti nerd too? i’m in LOOOVE. because BLAH and blah blah BLAH BLAH and blah… me too! *polite kind sounds from churro that indicated she was simply tolerating them* and OOH MY GOODNESS blah blah blah…' - like all conversations that were to do with personality and philosophy, Pixie stored it deep inside their precious treasure chest of conversations and went off to start theorizing with other arrivals about the most menial topics for boku; ones that she could chitter-chatter on for the entirety of eternity.

After a bare minimum of socialising for Pixie, they heard the melodic call of one of their soon-to-be leaders. “Gather around, Vikings! We're going to start the Purposeful Original Welcoming Sessions, where you will get to know both your cabinmates and your dragon partner. Are you ready to fly?”

Pixie; being that kid who would always talk about the cringiest things, shouted “YES!” at the highest volume her unfortunate throat could sustain. Promptly afterwards, boku shot down another spiral of ponderation. maybe that was too overexcited? everyone else seems to have done this a billion times or so already… but why should i care what they all think about me? because we're gonna have to work together… i end up being kicked out of all the groups i join so why would it matter… and so on and forth.

Barely realising her legs had gone into automated mode as she thought, Pixie found herself standing by an arched wooden fence that stood as the threshold to a field that stretched from zero to infinity. In the distance, there were several voluminous roars, ones that summoned enough power to shake the trees and reverberate in the Earth's heart. Some gave a shudder at the sound, while boku simply stuck her pinkies in her earholes, and forged forwards.

“This is where you will learn to train your dragons.”

Lost in the beauty of what their pitiful eyes could barely process, Pixie hardly heard the next set of instructions. She let out a mouselike squeal of amazement as she saw the majestic creatures come into view. From scales shinier than shattered shards of diamonds, to pelts softer than the finest silk. When Pixie finally escaped from her stupor, many of the others had already mounted and taken flight. They were far more cautious however; pausing to tease and challenge the remaining dragons. Only if they could find the perfect one would they then mount; if there wasn't the dragon for her perhaps boku would return to the train between worlds and demand a different cabin.

One caught her eye; a large, clumsy looking dragon with a pelt finer than snow. Pixie stretched her wings as she watched them, noting that they too had bicolor eyes - one the shade of the darkest twilight, the other a hue of piercing blue. Her gaze sparkled with amusement as she approached, immediately pushing herself onto the rider's seat without even pausing to ask for the dragon's permission. Such courtesy would not usually have been skipped by such a well-taught (yeah, right) being like Pixie, but she did wonder what the dragon's reaction would be.

React it did. “You've gotcher own wings, bi-pedal. Fly yerself, and don't be lazy.” the dragon growled, attempting to buck her. Pixie blew an indignant, rebellious raspberry, and cockily continued. By now almost all her cabinmates had taken to the skies, and it was only she and two others who remained. After a pause, they finally succumbed, and tucked in her own wings with an apologetic half-smile. “I wanna experience it on your back… what's your name?”

“You're really spoiled, ain't'cha? Name's Alaska, they/them pronouns please.” Alaska let out an irritated hiss at being chosen by such a disgraceful being, who smirked and let out a whoop of excitement. Pixie popped a Haribo and rolled onto boku's back, precariously balancing in between their wingspan. “Fine. Off we go.”

Atop the grouchy dragon and the lazy Pixie, the duo soared into the horizon, fashionably late as usual.

CRITIQUITAIRE • 13th november 2023
For today's critiquitaire my pawn honorable monarch is @BookLover209 of the Folklore cabin, our friendly neutrals! The piece critiqued does not currently have a name - https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/722475/?page=1#post-7646314 - and is a piece of writing consisting of 401 words. It is about two refugee children escaping on a boat from a land where magic people are hunted; from today's prompt-writing daily.

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AASHDAFHSA Before I start I'd like to state that I am a HUGE sucker for works of fantasy, especially since I got back into my Harry Potter phase only just yesterday. I really love this simple yet beautiful concept that you've implemented here, and I can't wait to start following their path as they navigate these haunted seas!

“We hope you find our voyage to be an enjoyable experience,” the captain said, examining us with a pitying gaze. “Despite your circumstances.”

Ooh, a little bit of dark irony to get the story up and running, love this touch! I would use something less explicit as ‘examining’, however, perhaps ‘regarding’.

sloshing dark blue waves

Something a little more descriptive may further bolster the imagery here - the usage of the word ‘sloshing’ doesn't seem to quite fit your vibes here. I would personally recommend ‘sea of twilight’ or ‘rippling sheet of aster’; also a nod towards the symbolism of aster which is faith! Which seems to be something the characters here will desperately need haha

“Crow?”

I looked down at my sister. “Yes, Phoenix?”

“Why did we have to leave?”

I let out a sigh and looked down at her bright red hair and glowing hands. “I…”

“Is it because of my fire?”

This bit AAAHHH it's so heartwarming!! Matching names too <3 Phoenix sounds like an adorably sweet, untouched child which is amazing characterization done here.

and she just nodded

'but she just nodded' would feel more in-tune here. You're contrasting an unexpected reaction; and seems a little too positive and connective for this case.

Still, it was a refuge compared to home, where they hunted the Magicians–like Phoenix and her fire or Dad and his shapeshifting.

For some vocabulary expansion here, I would suggest using ‘haven’ or ‘abode’ instead of refuge; as you're already setting one of the key locations of the story as a refugee camp therefore there would already be an increased usage of the word Why is ‘Magicians’ with a capital letter here? As well as ‘Hunters’ later on - as far as I can tell, both uses of the capitals haven't really been broached nor explained. I understand this is a short story; however the readers should be able to gain some form of understanding too <3

They had caught up to Dad.

Remove ‘up to’ here - ‘They had caught Dad.’ would do quite nicely, and the short sentence layers quite a bit of tension

That was how we ended up on the ship, sailing away into the night among dozens others who had to escape, sleeping on hard beds in cramped rooms…

Dozens of others, and it may be a little bit smoother if you added an ‘and’ in front of the start of the first sentence.

It wasn’t Mom’s fault for sending us away.

Neat foreshadowing here - this gets the reader thinking; where is this ‘Mom’? Why isn't she with her children?

we had lived back home, where Phoenix was hunted for her magic and Dad was killed for his.

A hyphen would probably be a better choice instead of a comma - it demonstrates that this is additional information.

It just wasn’t fair, I supposed.

What do you mean here? It's a bit of an odd way to present a thought, though it is done like this in some forms of English.

“An adventure,” I told her softly. “We’re going on an adventure to a faraway land, a land where people and magic thrive alongside each other. When we’re ready, we’ll come back home. But just for a little bit. Because, when we come back home, we’re going to bring Mom back with us, and we’ll all be on an adventure together. And it will have a happy ending. I promise.”

AWWW!!!!! This is such a traditional ending that always hits well <33

To conclude, this is an absolutely positively heartwarming piece with traces of very promising writing to come! I sincerely hope that you will continue with this storyline - just ensure you watch out for your sentence phrasing and consider expanding your vocabulary and descriptions. Well done!

WORD WARS • 13th november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @Rosidia (35-45 WPM) • 25 points (148 words)

10:46
10:49

“The last thing I expected to meet was a mango.”

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the last thing i expected to meet was a mango. wait. a mango? a mango - like one of the creamy yellow beings that we humans sink our chubby fat shiny white teeth into and let the banana colored juices squish out of our mouths and into our tongues and crevasses and holes in our mouth. wait. a mango? is a mango a mango or is it a banana or is it a kiwi… wait it cannot be a kiwi as kiwis are green and yellow is not green. or is yellow green? isn't this just the definition humanity has given to these fruits and things and colors and objects in our very limited unintelligent silly world right huh. yellow is not yellow it is not blue nor is it green. so i did not really meet a mango right. i met some random figment of my imagination haa

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CRITIQUITAIRE • 14th november 2023
For today's critiquitaire my victim buddy is @Eeveedonut of the Sci-Fi cabin, our beloved allies! The piece critiqued is called ‘Would You’ - https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/694125/?page=1#post-7401295 - and is a piece of writing consisting of 131 words. It is a writing comp entry i rush last minute last session XD its a poem/short song thing.

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Ooh this sounds like a literal song!! I really love the phrasing and the strong usage of beautiful metaphors right away at first glance. I can also tell it seems to be about a relationship of sorts - but again, I am terrible at gleaning a tale's hidden meanings right away at first glance. It's pretty concise here though, so that's nice!

A suggestion I'd like to make is stylization. I'm not saying it gives Billie Eilish vibes (quite the opposite, in fact) but I could genuinely picture some of Taylor Swift's album - I believe it's called folklore - coming from this little piece, and the stylization would make the lines just vibe more with the aura it gives out! With that over, let's delve into the finer details.

Meet me where we can be alone,
Where we can let our feelings cast beams

I'd leave out the comma here; for the reader this gives a bit of an unnecessary pause (I improvised a tune to this). I would also suggest removing the second ‘where’ and leave in the comma if you choose this course of action. Can't really comment much on this first verse as it's very nicely built already!

Because this very well could be the end
Of all the love within our cores

The ‘very well’ in the line makes it seem a bit excessive - however I can see that you are attempting to slow the storyline down a bit, and I can't really think of any alternatives sadly. I would not use ‘cores’: what are we, apples? Perhaps ‘all that love that can cure’ may seem a bit more fitting with your overall theme here.

We wish we could have taken past the mouse

Wait, wait - what's the character talking about here? What does a mouse have to do with this connection? Was this line just there for rhyming purposes? As writers, most of us find an incessant need to have a reason for everything: even if this is a hint towards an inside joke of sorts, this would leave the reader rather confused.

That hid in the classroom where we sat in and talked the talks,
Talking the talks we wish could have continued forever

I am confused - and this seems a little bit too much of a mouthful especially. Perhaps if you considered what your purpose for this was, you might be able to rewrite it in better detail?

Forever and ever
In my head
We could be something yet never

Simple yet beautiful. Bravo!!

Would I say that for if I did, the stead

Seems a bit of an odd word to use, but I can't find any rhymes lol.

Overall, a really pretty and heartwarming piece - a sincere job well done <33 Reconsider your rhyme pattern - that may help open to a wider pool of potential vocabulary choices, and just polish it up!

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NOTICE FROM THE DAILY TEAM: From today onwards, the daily team is going on strike! There will henceforth be no more dailies…unless, perhaps, you’re able to convince us why we should continue to supply dailies and activities. This is your last chance to salvage activities and have the daily team return! For 200 points, write a 400 word persuasive essay to get dailies back. You can earn another 200 points by sharing your essay. The future of the daily team now rests in your hands…

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WORD WARS • 15th november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @essayist (75-85 WPM) • 25 points (___ words)

time start - 5 mins
time end

“we can’t eat him, it’s thursday”

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are you seriously suggesting we eat him? the loyal one, the real one, the true one, the chosen one… and you want us to eat him? our times are certainly very very difficult indeed, what with being stuck up in this grisly mountain where one by one we have each life freeze to death with no food and shelter and just a teensy weensy little bit of water. how very disappointing of you. though just one of your cabinmates may have suggested that we turn to the most extreme, horrible measures - cannibalism - i did not think that you would take their words to heart and seriously consider this horrible, heartbreaking, insulting suggestion. that is such a horrible thing. in addition, on the last day on earth before we left for this ridiculous, unrealistic mission, it was a thursday. and do you know what a thursday is - it is the important day. it is the holy day, as the ancient religions and cults may call it, and we are legally bound to honor this tradition. therefore no, we cannot eat him, partly because it is thursday, and partly because we cannot surrender our dignity and moral fibre and humanity, and therefore in doing so lower ourselves to such a low standard that is even lower than the worst possible ranks and names which we are known that are called savages. savage is because they have absolutely no sense of what it means to be human. you don't know what it means to be human huh, shame on you. humanity and humankind, or whatever makes us different from the primates and apes and birds and geckoes and blue tailed pigeons out in the wildlife is humanity. is the ability to feel, the ability to understand, to relate. to be empathetic is the key to being human. empathy makes us relate to other people, no matter whether they too are our family or of our species. we can therefore relate to the insect and the average annoying buzzing fly that jumps around our houses. and so this is why we cannot eat him, partially because it is or maybe was thursday, and also because we cannot lose our

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WORD WAR II • @rocksalmon800 (40-50 WPM) • 25 points (84 words)

time start - 2 mins
time end

“The last thing I expected to meet was a mango.”

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did i just meet a mango? no freaking way did i just somehow meet a real whole wow mango. a yellow great big thing that we humans eat if we actually are humans. what if we were actually robots and this mango thing was just a whole simulation that is no more than a figment of our imaginations? how funny would that be ha ha ha. mangoes are actually really really delicious in fact and i really love the adorable little fuzz around it.

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DAILY • 15th november 2023
One of the biggest parts of a story is the characters, and some writers meticulously plan out their traits, backstory, and all the other information they might need. But what if you didn't do that? Today's daily is all about characters - but instead of choosing what they do, what if you set them free? Start or write a story in which the characters control themselves. Imagine that you are your character, and live in the moment, don't bend what they do so that the end result is specifically something you want.
For this daily you must write at least 400 words to earn 300 points. You can earn another 200 points for sharing your story.

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As I write this, my spindly fingers tapping away curiously at my aged laptop, I inwardly wonder: am I a character myself? Perhaps we are all characters; and the fated apocalypse has already happened. I pause in this moment, wondering as I type away for today's SWC daily. Does SWC even exist? Perhaps all the people in the cabins - from our leaders to our cabinmates, and so much more - are in fact all mere figments of a computer algorithm, designed to entertain just me alone? I believe that I'm being overly self-centered here, but I genuinely do not know.

Have you ever had a waking dream? One of those where all you do is wake up, only to realise that it is a dream again, and repeat? I find these infinite loops, these circles, the most fascinating. As stressful as life is - if this really is my life - I still find comfort in the small things, and just to feel the sensation of my stone-cold fingertips caressing my wrist, just to hear the ever-familiar, homely sound of the keyboard tap-tapping away, I am grateful.

As a child I've always wondered whether I'm just reliving a memory after being stuck in a long slumber. It is probable, is it not? Imagine that I am, in the so-called real world, a 30 year old with a job, a company, maybe even a partner. And I am in fact in a coma as I write this, dreaming of my younger years where I would happily bounce up to online forums innocently and scribble away my thoughts and feelings, imagining that I am thirty years old, just in a very long slumber, reliving my younger memories, and writing these exact words down at this exact moment.

Once I asked my mother how she could tell which world was real. Her answer was the most fascinating of all - she couldn't, and she was satisfied and at peace with that. My father's far more interested in the soluble, solid, real facts, and having grown up in a logical world and environment this would probably be expected. Of course, if I truly am a 30 year old simply in a dream, I'm sure you'll have known what happened. I don't think I would tell my younger self, though. What interested me the most was my mother's answer. She was fine with not knowing: as for me, I am never truly satisfied living my life in an illusion, and have a never-ending thirst and lust to know more. To learn. And to compete, I suppose, however I am trying to remove my mindset from that as current civilisation prefers those who lust to learn.

I fear my time is running short here, and I need to cut off the SWC daily now - the trickling sounds of water in the bathroom are ceasing, and I cannot risk being caught. Laugh all you want, if I am truly a 30 year old in a long slumber. I love you, older me. If both of us do exist.

BI-DAILY • 19th-20th november 2023
For this session’s second bidaily, we’ll be working with balancing metaphor and figurative language! Figurative language comes in handy when you're looking to paint a more detailed picture for your readers. To learn a bit about how to use intricate wordplay while keeping your storytelling coherent, check out River's workshop: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/7658114 Now, write at least 550 words utilizing the wonders of figurative language in whatever way you like–but remember, don’t overdo it! You’ll be able to earn 400 points for your cabin, and another 200 for sharing

here is attempt 2.0 at trying to get my novel a cool scene base which will most likely fail and get ditched into the void of nothingness

TW • I think there may be a hint at an inappropriate scene? I didn't write this with any intentions of mentioning one but I think one of my connotations may accidentally point at that sob

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He screams.

Our love began as sugar and salt. He was the softest sugar, the one that caressed your tongue which at first seemed sickly-sweet, but would soon warm your heart and soul. I was salt, the scarcest, the stubbornest type. Where I would crush your fragile heart into splinters of glass, he would make yours whole again. That was what he did - he rebuilt my heart, replenished it with the best kind of life, whereas I refused to open my eyes to what he had gifted for the longest time.

With the final vestiges of my life, I reach up and stroke his caramel cheek, wordlessly urging him to just look at me… one last time…

His flame had always shown me the way home, no matter how lost I had been. When I had turned away from the restricting bonds of my family, in my childlike yearning to experience true freedom, he had always waited for me, never giving up hope. His faith had been stronger than the sturdiest tree, unwavering as one's desire to find understanding of what truly was. A stab of selfishness broke the surface, and there was a momentary second of guilt…
As the clock ticked away, I could not waste these precious moments in mourn and regret.

He crumples to the sands, each sun-kissed grain a trickle of time, as he presses himself to me, desperate to savor whatever he can…

One of our first moments of connection, when the flame had at first been simply a mere spark, I remembered the first moment where I first felt the tingle for him. When his eyes sparkled like the finest diamonds whenever he discovered something new, when he would sing to me each night, without fail, his lullabies becoming my only escape from what had slowly spiraled into a nightmarish reality.

A tear finds its way down my cheek, tracing my broken body with a last gasp of life. I can almost imagine his pure heartbeat, thrumming in time to the steady waves that seep through the sands where we stand.

What had once been hesitation had soon grown into eager anticipation as I would wait at the stroke of twilight, every night, for him. To see him and his unfathomable sunlit skin, as though I had the honor of embracing the sun itself. My life had become an unchanging midnight, so why was there the sun in my night?
Though I would always feel the ripple of guilt that I was betraying my new kindred, by fraternizing with the enemy, I'd always told myself; it was just this once, which soon became twice, which then blossomed into multitudes of stolen seconds by this very beach, where we were closest to the point where the the stars touched the world around us, where we could allow oblivion to wrap its warm, welcoming hands around us, and sink into the world that went beyond just him and me… us, as one…

His sturdy fingers caress my tear, and I can almost see the halo glowing around his forehead as he crinkles his lips into the most heartbreaking smile, one that shatters my reborn heart; though it was as fragile as a newborn phoenix, the sheer emotion rips it into flickers of nothingness.
“Em… one thing I'd always want to be is that little teardrop right there, so crystal-clear and perfect. I could be born in your eyes, live on your cheek and die on your lips.” he lets out a small, pitiful chuckle, and I feel my heart breaking and my soul re-mending all over again.

Something that I had never understood about him was his capacity to forgive. He would never forget, but even after all that my kindred; my loyal, hardworking kindred had done, that I had led, that had caused almost absolute destruction to his peoples, he had forgiven me. At first, folly as we had both ever been, we'd simply wanted to discover victory, and be the proud bearer of it to our kind. Now we had gone beyond the search for victory and even discovered something even greater - bliss. Though a tiny part of me yearned for more, to steal and take and ravage as my anger-filled younger self would have once done, I had learned to be content with what I had gotten to have. It was a gift from the Lord of our supposed enemies Himself, and I had treasured it, just as we all should, for not all could have the luxury of finally meeting your other side.

I bury my face into the sturdy hollow of his neck and choke back a sob, breathing in his searing, heartburning essence, for perhaps the last time, mustering up the strength to share our deepest wishes to one another.

The last night before it all happened was the last spindle that connected my thread to life… though I had once sworn he would be my lifetime foe, I'd soon known that one of us would have to survive that night… and I wanted, with all my heart, that it would be him who would make it out, who would lead our two peoples to what would be eternal peace; I, too, would have peace myself. I'd known he would attempt to prevent what I had planned, but after all he had done for me, he deserved this at the very least. The fatal blow, ordered by my own foolishness, I had taken in the place of him. And now as the sun caressed the horizon, and daylight was reborn afresh, I was ready.

“Zee…” my voice tumbled out, croaky and worn, as I cast my gaze upon his, as he traced the scars across my skin and caressed my hair. “It's time.”
“No. Please, Mar, hang on just a little longer. Please.”

“For you, I'd do this a thousand times and over again, just for you.” My eyes bore into his, rejoicing for the last moment the vastness of his gaze, like the moonlit ocean, holding them tight, creating bonds stronger than ever. “Please don't think it's your fault. It is my choice, and my last gift to you, my love. I've been graced with millions of lives, but only this once did I ever truly live, with you here and now - you ignited me, and it is only fair that I return our flame, breathing life into your world, even at the cost of mine. Perhaps fate will be less cruel in another lifetime… but karma catches up with us, always. I have done many wrongs, but I hope that I have done some rights, too. This chapter for me is over, but you still have an ever-burning fire within you, so please… guide them to peace.”
I reach out and touch his heart, his warm, thrumming heart, sturdier than any that I have ever known.
“I want you to be happy, Zee. I've been grateful for all the time we've had, and it's shown me we must hold dear what we find precious. Don't cry for me, live for me, and live our dreams.”

He lets out a sob, one that wrenches my heart and soul…

Now I felt the darkness seeping over me, and my eyes began to flutter shut for the final time… of forever.

CRITIQUITAIRE • 19th november 2023
For today's critiquitaire my stolen child cool person is @superdidi2012 of the Mystery cabin, our funky ally-siblings! The piece critiqued is called ‘Nightmares’ - https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/720872/?page=17#post-7651996 - and is a piece of writing consisting of 442 words. It is the beginning of a short story called “Nightmares”- it's supposed to be a spooky story for school, don't know if it really is, it's basically about a kids nightmare except you don't know its a nightmare until the end

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AAHHH a creepy story!! I'm not the biggest fan of horror pieces ever since I read an absolutely gruesome and traumatising story last Christmas about… we don't talk about that. Looking over my shoulder as I write this… I have a Pixie-invented form of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder whenever I come across something horror-related and I have absolute faith you will scare me to my bones (and probably have a nightmare tonight too - made 10x worse by how good your story seems to be and my insomnia).

My immediate suggestion is add some short italic statements, of the creepiest kind (eg. “run, my darling. they're coming for you…” from an anonymous narrator of sorts). That gave me chills and based off how intricate your writing style is, I'm sure you'd pull it off magnificently!

You sprint down the dark alleyway,

I quite like the use of second person tense here - it really makes it all rather personal! I'm assuming that this is the introduction to your piece, and you'll revert to third-person or first-person perspective soon? If not you might want to consider stylization (lower caps is the easiest format) for full effect!

louder and louder, closer and closer.

Neat repetition! The simple language also keeps the reader fully immersed in this universe without realising they're actually reading <3

One or two or three of its slimy legs brush against your face,

This seems a little bit excessive - ‘one or two’ would probably do the trick here!

but you barely notice because of the man chasing you (even though you have horrible arachnophobia)

The brackets and the content inside seem a little bit unnecessary! Perhaps you could add ‘a little tingle down your neck’ or maybe something just slightly more figurative for full effect, and also to unconsciously note the fact that this character, ‘you’, has arachnophobia. Exposition I believe!

You turn around and around

This also is rather unnecessary! Maybe ‘around in a panic, heart thumping faster than light’ would be a better replacement.

You know you won’t make it out in time, but you’re not quite sure what “in time” means. Is it before that thing catches up to you? Before the walls close in on you? Before you just stop trying and let the bugs get to you?

PSYCHOLOGY!!! And also a tad bit of philosophy - I love this touch here! I'm pretty sure you stated it was a man chasing the character, so ‘before him’ or even ‘before the intimidating figure’ would be a better phasing of words.

You have to make it out, have to get back to your old life- if it even still exists.

THE FORESHADOWING!!!! So many possibilities ran through my mind here, you should totally use this as a synopsis/blurb because AAHHHH the possibilities imagination can generate from this brilliantly-written prompt is enough to chill a person.

What if everyone else can return except for you?

Can't return, not can

At least, until it touches you.

There's a second repetition of ‘at least’ quite soon on, so I think this one is a little bit unnecessary. Some trailing dots could add a bit of tension here too (I have no idea what it is called lol)

It smiles at you, tries to pretend everything’ll be all right.

OOHHH MY GOODNESS THIS ONE IS SO GOOD I LITERALLY JUMPED WHEN I READ THIS ADLHLAKSKJDADSLKAJ excuse the keyboard smash- oh my god the simple ‘it smiles’ is enough for someone to go EURGHAAAHHHH…. The second part is rather confusing, though, perhaps you meant ‘yet you try to pretend everything will be all right’? ‘Everything’ll' seems a bit informal for this and breaks the stunning imagery you're creating ^^

(which you just realized were closed)

The brackets are unnecessary here! The previous paragraph's already hinted that it's a dream especially due to the unrealistic capabilities the character can do.

You don’t know when it’ll end. You try to open your eyes (which you just realized were closed) only to see darkness, real darkness. You’re about to scream again when something awakens you. Or is it someone? You don’t know and can’t figure out whether to stay or go. Both worlds are equally horrible

I love this part. Nothing more to say here.

“Are you okay, honey?”

New line for this phase - would make the last paragraph cleaner.

As you asked for suggestions of what you should do next; if you're happy with this piece (which you totally should be!) I really recommend turning it into a fully-fledged story where the character's stuck in a loop of unreality which makes each nightmare worse than the prior one. The parents at the very end of this excerpt could be some entities in a mirrorverse, attempting to trick the character ‘you’, and suck all your living memories out… again, just a suggestion!

Very well done with this piece, I am genuinely checking my back every 5 seconds now (especially since I currently have the whole floor to myself right now ). You made a really courageous decision that paid off by using second-person perspective and the simple language makes it all the more scary. I suggest using more horror-based descriptive language - I believe the current bi-daily is on figurative language, which should definitely help - to further invoke imagery and quite literally make the reader more in-tune with the story. In addition, keep away from unnecessary extra phrases that break your chain of writing! Thanks for making me literally scared of my shadow Sisy

WORD WARS • 19th november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @freeIy (60-80 WPM) • 100 points (316 words)

10:25
10:29

no prompt

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mbti is a beautifully complex system that i love and adore and hope and wish upon with all my heart. i don't know why i am just such an extreme nerd when it comes to personality as it isn't even all that related to psychology. sure it is kind of related to psychology but not that much because psychology is about the brain and your thoughts and your reactions which is all super duper luper cool and interesting and fascinating and yet personality is just who people are. as a person who's actually not all that interested in people in general no offence haha, i just am not interested in the inner workings and feelings of people though i do love studying their thoughtlines and the way they process life in comparison to how a frog or a cat or a dog sees the world et cetera. mbti is of the myers briggs typology something i think it was institution and it is part of the typology fandom. in fact it is a subfandom of the typology fandom. what am i doing now ranting about mbti again in all it's glory? pixie you really are a huge nerd but again i write that in my diary every single day. pixie you are a huge nerd. and variations, such as pixie you are a die-hard simp and geek and a total idiot who likes messing with people. which is true because i do like messing with people and making them think the opposite of what i am saying lol, i just find it's really fascinating on how it works with some people and not others. mbti is mainly and most commonly known through a website called 16 personalities which is in my opinion in fact quite rather inaccurate. this is because it doesn't exactly go off cognitive functions which is the main processing traits of people in

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WORD WARS • 21st november 2023

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WORD WAR I • @Sandy-Dunes (70-80 WPM) • ___ points (370 words)

8:45
8:50

no prompt

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dear diary,

i really am in a bit of a panic okay i am very sorry i mean a huge big gigantic panic which is an absolute disaster that would blow the entire world and universe and our brains off our axis which is also known as circular something how have i already forgotten my physics learnings within less than a week of completing the first paper assessment? this is what is bothering me as such a silly little foolish teenager girl maybe my piano teacher is genuinely correct here when she tells me off every single lesson for being an insufferable little teenager who thinks they're on top of the world lol and it doesn't definitely isn't helped by my parents not knowing what i do online and now she naturally assumes that i am watching netflix or makeup videos of gossiping and simping and fauning over the newest hot boy. like noo i am bisexual excuse me?? i went through a crush period recently, romance is boring and overrated i don't actually know since i haven't actually experienced it before but i do definitely think romance is overrated. like why would you want to spend even the tiniest millisecond of your life thinking about someone else like noo what i think about is things and ideas and concepts and potentialities such as what could be. not people. i understand its a necessity for the human population to survive but i suppose that it's just not for me you know lol. some people just ain't as romantic as other can be, such as one of my friends who apparently changes her celebrity crush every single day which is equally funny and also a little bit irritating at times because she's always ranting about the bethany and that she's team jacob or edward or something like that. speaking of vampires i am actually considering reading twilight which is quite a bit gross and disappointing okay i am still an immature little girl so yeah don't judge me. but twilight apparently is really good, a force of nature, revolutionary and also a very well-written book. i read a few excerpts of midnight sun and went woah she is such a good

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WORD WAR II • @fightingdragonswithu (35 WPM) • 125 points (121 words)

8:40
8:43

“Look at that pretty robin flying around!”

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look at that absolutely gorgeous pretty amazing stunning heartbreaking robin flying around! is it even a robin though… have you ever considered that only our brains make us believe that it's a robin because we are told from childhood that they are robins but they actually aren't what if. that would be so cool you know, similar to warrior cats where the cats call us twolegs or owners and we call ourselves humans. naming is a really subjective thing you know. take lord voldemort from harry potter for example, who is a particularly fascinating match though of course in no way a robin too. robins are magpies, what if that would be really philosophically interesting don't you think? robins are essentially

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DAILY • 21st november 2023
Hello everyone! Since there are so many amazing cabins, there are many unique ideas and genres to explore! For today’s daily, you will be picking a cabin (other than yours) and/or their aesthetic to write about. There are plenty of options and plenty of designs. Go get inspired!! Writing 350 words will get you 300 points, and an extra 200 for proof <3

For today's daily, I've decided to steal Dystopia with a group of intelligent, like-minded people
The Dystopian Mirrorverse can be found here, and their lore and aesthetic was created by the amazing River, Skyeguy and Jasper!

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It had been a cold and tiring day, the mists of tiredness wearing away any remaining sparks of life that both Pixie and her loyal dragon Alaska had left. This was a foreign state to be in for the former; having grown up as a little tornado causing chaos as boku wished, she foolishly fought with all her might to escape the strangling binds of this concept that the foolish humans had created, that she had somehow invoked. Alaska had already dozed off, and no matter what Pixie seemed to do - even going as far as to threaten them with arson - did not take any effect. After what had felt like an eternity of this seemingly unwinnable struggle, the being too reluctantly succumbed to the hazes that now swamped the two, carrying them to a far-off, distant land where there seemed to be an endless struggle to free themselves…

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A nightmarish reality. You were who you are in the outside world, but while you would enter the pane of shimmering glass with clear, vivid memories of your previous life, they would fade away like the flickers of an ethereal spirit, eternally lost like the once-worshipped tales of magic. The beings inside the Mirrorverse taught you to believe that this is the reality you were born into, the reality where everything is what you call home - where your heart is, per se. All you need to repeat, like a mind-numbing lullaby, incessantly to yourself; “This is reality. This is where everything I could possibly need is, because this is the real world.” What else can you do, really? There is no escape, after all.

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Pixie, asleep and fatigued upon the snowy scales of Alaska, unconsciously endured a painful crash-land into a field that fizzed in and out of concretion. Though they would likely not awaken till a while later, there were other lost wanderers that had been whisked away into this station in-between worlds, a nightmare within a dream… for life itself is perhaps too good to be true. She would find that she recognised one of the riders, though the other few would just pull the edges of her soon-to-be-gone memories; a spindly strand tugged bit by bit from the spider's web. There were others of their people here; however these others were in fact enemies of Pixie and Alaska's faction. Fate was not kind today…

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There was once no escape, and this world was so similar to ours, that little to nobody could know whether they were truly in their home world. One of the only distinguishable ways of identifying which world you were in was to look at the overthought sheen of translucence, one which reflected your mirror image back to you. So many had made the folly mistake of overlooking the true value of mirrors… little did they know of the true horror behind each one. I must have forgotten to mention… there's no way of telling which world you currently are in. Perhaps you are already in the mirrorverse already. I wish you best of luck.

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