Word war with TheWItch_of_Jam ʚїɞ 286 words

“Hey! You! Annie!”
Usually, I would have bowed my head and hurried off, leaving the other girls at my school to laugh.
Not today.
"It's Amber!“ I yell back.
The tallest, toughest and meanest, Jane, crowed with laughter and the other ‘popular’ girls followed her lead.
”Oh, sorry, I forgot, Amber," Jane says it like a threat. She tosses her blond hair over her shoulder and tries to continue. I don't let her.
I hurry away, tucking my long black, wavy hair into the yellow hood of my raincoat.
I run home. Well, not my real home. I live with my grandmother.
“Had a good day at school, dear?” asks Gran.
“Fine,” I mumbled, dropping my backpack and heading up the stairs.
My room is in the attic, because Gran's tiny house doesn't have another bedroom.
It's large, at least, with a small window, a bed hugged by a patchwork quilt in the corner, a small chest of all my belongings, and a bookcase.
I move towards the bookcase, analyzing it for my next read. If there's one thing that takes my mind off of the girls at school, it's books. They also help when you're angry. Which I am today.
Okay, fine. My Gran's chocolate chip cookies come close.
I was thinking of going for Anne of Green Gables, a soothing story, one my grandmother gifted me, but my hand moved to an old scrapbook.
This book still smells like smoke. I hate it.
The smoke from the fire. The one that killed my parents.
I can remember that day, two years, ago, when the flames were licking my body.
I open the book and began to

Word war with Cactus_Cookie9! ʚїɞ 309 words

I have never felt more alone. But walking in the woods calmed me.
I watch the squirrels burrow acorns, the willow trees gently swaying in the wind, a perfect cloud drifting past until a crow flew through it, interrupting it, disappearing into the cotton balls.
I should have felt happy.
But I didn't.
I sat at the base of a tree, watching the earth around me, wishing I had brought a book to read.
Books, fictional characters, it seemed, were better friends than people.
I felt my anger ebbing back at me, and I tried to push it away. In vain.
I think about what other 12-year-old girls would be doing at the moment. Hanging out with their friends, probably, making videos with their new phones they've pretended they've had forever.
I sigh, and with nothing else to do, take out my pretty much empty sketchbook and draw a yellow butterfly that is now hopping from flower to flower, no troubles to worry it.
My temper is at it's edge, my drawing even worse. I draw a lot better when I am not fuming.
But nature calms me down, and it's nature around me right now, so I try to keep still.
The butterfly flutters over onto my knee. Why? I ask it silently. But it has no answer, and just floats away on the breeze.
I look up, realizing it's getting dark. No sooner than I stand up than it starts to rain.
Thick heavy drops pound at, and I knew I should be getting home, though there was nothing to fear; storms came and went, and suddenly as shadows these days.
That's when I see it.
Long, swooping, glittery white in it's creepiness. Maybe just because I was thinking of shadows? But no.
In the presence of ghosts, there was only one thing to do.

Daily! ʚїɞ 235 words
List of things:
- Mangos
- Frying Pans
- Gurtle
- Climate change
- Potterheads >:D
- Library
I chose Gurtle!

Not long ago, a baby turtle was found just outside of the Main Cabin. He seemed lost. The SWC-ers found him, starving. They tried giving him a variety of foods, from fruit to grubs, but the little turtle wouldn't eat.
Finally, they placed a bowl of mangoes in front of him. The turtle squeaked with joy and ate them up as fast as lightning.
The SWC-ers agreed to let the little turtle stay with them overnight. Even though he cleaned out their whole mango supply, everyone loved him.
They decided to name him ‘Gurtle’, as SWC's version of Gollum.
And when they couldn't find his family, the SWC-ers voted for adopting him.
And ever since, Gurtle has been a joy to all of us. He is very mischievous at times (eating the link for the word wars and critiqutaire) but we all love him.
Okay fine, when he were trying to do heimlich on him to get him to throw up the link… and many times our mango storage has been broken into with Gurtle-sized footprints leading away….
It has only been less than half a session since Gurtle turned up, but it feels like he has been with us forever. Now than you mention it… frying pans seems like it has been going on for several years already too…
Anyway, if there's one thing that makes me happy, it's Gurtle eating links. No, wait…

Author's Note:
yay that was fun to write i dunno if it is accurate but yeah

Daily for SWC ʚїɞ 452 words

“Two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk”
- –tranquility

“How much farther?” panted Ivy.
“Not much.” Lucy answered after a minute, checking the map. “We should be by the stream soon.”
“Find things,” advised Ivy. “That would help making a raft.”
“How do we know we are not going to go out to sea?” Asked Lucy, worried.
Ivy shrugged. “I thought all we cared about was escaping.”
“Let's go then.”
The sisters continued along the path, until it shrank away into bits of leaves and wilderness, nothing more.
“We're off the path.” Ivy noticed.
“Or the path stopped and kept on going.” Lucy looked back. Darkness was falling among them like a thick blanket.
“I don't like this.” moaned Ivy.
A twig snapped, louder than life, and both girls jumped.
“That was me, sorry.” Lucy said, shivering.
“Don't do that!”
As night grew around them, the two girls were nothing but mere shadows, trying to find their way through the tangled, wild woods.
“Are you sure it's this way?”
“Positive!”
Along the way, they tried to gather vines and sticks, but it was hopeless. The girl's drought of confidence was worse than the forest itself.
Finally, Lucy spotted a shaft of moonlight dancing through the bushes, and the roar of water. “Over here!”
“Finally!” Ivy crept through the underbrush. Her voice sounded distant, far away, even though she was standing next to Lucy. “Thank goodness.”
Suddenly, a loud crack sort of noise rang out from the woods, not unlike Lucy stepping on a twig.
“Was that an animal? Or do you think she's following us?” Ivy looked scared, like a cat in headlights.
“If she is, we'd better move on.” Lucy said, trying to stay calm. “Gather vines and logs.”
They ended up putting together a fragile-looking raft, anxious about all the noise they were making, but no one came.
Lucy set the tiny raft in the water, and stumbled on. She then helped Ivy get on, and gave the boat a small push.
It went slowly at first, but then rushed on at a good speed as it carried on. It was lucky they were in such shallow water, because it felt as though the raft would tip at any moment. The stream widened into a river, but the sisters noticed nothing because it was so dark. Ivy felt like the night was swallowing her whole. Every sound made them jump, rocking the boat. They couldn't see where they were going at all. It was hopeless. Brave, daring, and right, yes, but hopeless. Not all heroic adventures end well.
Thud. The raft gently hit something ahead of them. “What is it?” asked Lucy fearfully.
Ivy felt forward and gasped. “Is that what I think it is…?”

Daily! ʚїɞ 578 words

“Ellen!” Her mom yelled from downstairs. “Set the table!”
Ellen looked up with a start. Then she sighed and lay her book down. “Coming!”
She got up and bookmarked her page. Another day gone. More than anything, she wished something would happen…
The only friends she had ever had were characters, fictional characters, like Charlotte, Hermione, or Willodeen. She loved reading, but she had to admit, she was getting bored. If only she could go on an adventure… but no, her little town of Beachville had a forever drought of adventures, or anything exciting. It didn't even have any beaches.
Ellen stumped down the stairs and got out the silverware. An idea struck her. “Mom?” She asked when they got seated for dinner. "Can we go on a vacation?“
Ellen's younger brother Connor sat straight up with his eyes wide, staring their mother, waiting for an answer.
But she looked at their father's empty chair and sighed. Shook her head. ”Can't afford it.“ Though Ellen knew the real reason.
”Good try“ Conner mouthed at Ellen. ”Though I wish we could still go to the beach.“
Ellen shook her head. Her brother loved the beach ever since their father had taken them two years before. Ever since their father left where they could not get them back, they hadn't gone anywhere. And Ellen's mother… she hadn't been the same.
”Remember when we used to go all those places together, with Dad?“ Ellen prodded a bit farther. Maybe too far.
”I told you, no. It's too much trouble." Mom turned away and took some dishes to the sink, dismissing the conversation.
Ellen went back upstairs, dwelling on her fruitless effort. If they weren't going to go anywhere, how could she have any adventure whatsoever?
She sat on her bed, imagining the days her father was alive, when they traveled the world. Before they had moved here, to this dry, boring town, four whittled to three.
Ellen than remembered something. Digging in her closet, she retrieved a small rectangular box, bathed in dust, from it's depths.
She opened it. It carried two books; one, with makeshift cuttings coming out from it, with a faded but cheery yellow color, and the second, dark green and very thick. Ellen took the first one.
Her scrapbook from several years ago was faded, but her family was smiling up from photos on every page. Her whole family. Before her father…
Ellen turned her attention to the dark green book. It's cover was blank as an empty white canvas. Ellen didn't recognize it.
And hesitantly, she opened it.
The book seemed to explode. Ellen's room wiped away, her feet left the ground, the book swallowed her whole. Ellen let out a shriek no one heard. Words danced around her, slipping this way and that, a blizzard of book, impossible to read.
Suddenly it stopped. Ellen fell hard onto the ground. She sat up and looked around.
It was a sea of grass. The green book was lying next to her. A red barn stood in the distance.
Suddenly, Ellen gasped. She reached for the book and opened it hurriedly. Once again, it swallowed her.
She found herself in her room, in the same position she had left in. The book was lying on the floor.
What Ellen saw did not make her want to go on an adventure in a long time.

Weekly for SWC! ʚїɞ 2247 words

Part 1 (717 words):
- Amaranth = immortality
- Bay = glory
- Euphorbia = vanity
- Geranium = envy
- Hellebore = madness
- Ice plant = heartless
- Kingcups = desire of riches
- Nightshade = sorcery, dark thoughts
- Oleander = beware
- Jasmine = chivalry
- Snowdrop = hope
“She's hiding something. Something dreadful.” I say, thinking of the worst. “What do you think?” I take a sideways glance at my best friend.
Jasmine sighs. “I don't know. It's not right to…”
“Find out?” I say skeptically. “The Nightshade is meddling with dark magic, Jasmine, and everyone should know.”
“What is her real name, anyway? Why does everyone call her ‘The Nightshade’?”
“'Cause she's the creepiest woman in town.” I start to say, but Jas cuts me off.
“And besides, you want to take on a full grown witch, when you're thirteen-”
“So are you-”
“And how will you prove it anyway?”
We were silent for a minute. Then I clap my hands. “Perfect idea!”
She looks startled. “Blossom, what-”
“Let's sneak into her mansion! Tonight would be good- we can just peer through some windows and find- find something to prove-”
Jasmine looks at me like I'm crazy. “Blossom, no-”
“Think, Jas!” I say. “Iff we find a shred of evidence, The Nightshade will be gone for good! Don't forget,” I lower my voice. “She is the reason my parents are dead.”
Jas squirms, uncomfortable. “What if she catches you?”
"Not you. Us.“
Jasmine sighs. ”Okay, lets just say you- I mean we- get into to huge mansion, the gardens surrounding it, and find- er- evidence. Then what?“
”We go to the Trackers. They'll figure out what to do with her.“ I say, figuring it out, pumping my fist into the air. ”Come the park at midnight, okay? Wear dark clothes.“
”I don't know about this.“ Jasmine looks scared, worried even.
I look down at a snowdrop sticking out of the ground, only a light frost covering it as winter was passing. I pick it up and give it to Jas.
”We'll be together,“ I assure her. ” With all the huge flowerbeds The Nightshade has, we'll have a lot of places to hide. We just go in, snap some photos of the evidence, and get out. We'll be fine.“
And I head home, hoping beyond hope that it is true.
~
That night, I meet Jasmine at the park. The street looks so empty.
”Ready?" I murmur, shivering from the cold.
She nods silently, and we bike off.
The Nightshade's mansion is surrounded thickly by huge, towering flowerbeds, making it hard to see the actual building itself. You could just make out the tallest spiky tower against the dark sky.
I push at a gate. Surprisingly, it's unlocked. I expected a loud creak, like in the movies, but it slid open silently, which made it even more creepier.
We crept forward, Jasmine shaking, though ever faithful, doing, she and I both know, what is right. Or right enough, anyway.
We both nudge behind a huge euphorbia bush when a quiet, sharp crack echos toward us, but all seems calm.
“C'mon.” I say, almost eagerly, as we head toward the mansion. Finally, I'm going to find out…
Jasmine hides behind a hellebore, me a geranium, looking for the right way. It's impossible to tell.
A loud kind of popping noice rings out, and I jump so bad I crush some ice plant under my foot. “What was that?” Jas whispers.
I look around, my heart beating. “Let's keep going, and keep your eyes peeled.”
Just as we pass some kingcups, weird little orange flowers, I see a large raven sitting on the third tallest tower. He gives me a beady stare, then swoops away.
“I don't like this.” Jasmine moans.
A shriek suddenly pierced the night, but loud as it was, suddenly stopped. Too suddenly. My blood turns cold. I grasp onto some bay plant for support.
“Blossom! Over here!” came Jasmine's voice. I get up, shaking; what happened? Why did I decide to do this? And I dragged poor Jasmine along with me…
I follow her voice past some oleander. And there it is.
The mansion. The front door, black as iron, with small spikes, is larger than life. I gulp.
Suddenly, The door flies open. Dark, with long reddish-purple hair reaching to the floor, tiny horns, a long black robe, and, more curiously, a face, one that looked as though it was once beautiful. There was nothing beautiful around that stare, or the long spiky hair either.
The Nightshade.

Part 2 (655 words):
Note: This is all made up.
There was once an old king who ruled an old kingdom. He was not a normal king. He had a gift, you could say, for finding old things. Valuable things. Things he maybe weren't supposed to have.
Jewels and crowns, cups and even chandeliers, the king collected it all. Some of it came from the villagers in the kingdoms, old family heirlooms and stuff, bullied into giving them up by the king.
And Melissa Skywane was no different. A middle-aged woman, she moved into the kingdom with only a leather suitcase and something wrapped in brown paper.
She became part of the community, knew the people, rented a tiny cottage to live in. She married and had two twin daughters whose names where Macy and Ama.
But of the object in brown paper she told no one. That is, at least, until time was right and she could pass it on.
Macy was dark-haired and very talented in several subjects like math and law. She wanted to leave the kingdom when she was older and go to the city, and was very displeased when her mother told her she couldn't afford it.
Ama was smaller, and had inherited Melissa's red hair. She was more kind than her hot-tempered sister, more steady. She loved animals, was quiet, careful, kind, and loved to read.
As time drew nearer, Melissa thought and thought about who to give it to. The answer was obvious- Macy was furious with her at the moment- in fact had pretty much been with her her whole life. Where as Ama, she knew, would take good care of it, and pass it on as needed. But if Macy found out…
One day, Melissa took Ama to an empty room. She took the brown paper off of the object.
It was a teapot, glistening white, studded with gems. “Keep it safe, Ama,” Melissa said. “I know you can.”
It was not the value of the teapot that Melissa treasured- it was it's history and what it meant to the family, not to mention, though they didn't know it, the whole world. If it was destroyed…
Melissa explained all this to her loving and caring daughter, and added at the end “And don't let your sister know I gave it you.”
Little did she know, Macy was listening at the door and boiling with rage. How dare she give such a valuable thing to her talentless and worthless sister? How dare she?
So Macy made a plan. In the dead of night, she stole the teapot from her sister, and went to the king.
The king was delighted. He said he would give a very good price to Macy for it, enough so that she could go to the city.
She warned him though, the magic it carried, and to be careful. He wasn't.
When Ama found out about this (all the villagers were talking about how the king acquired a rare teapot) she sent a man who had always loved her to fetch it for her.
This man was no ordinary person- he was a centaur in the name of Sagittarius. He grabbed a bow and arrow and went to save the world. The teapot kept the world together. Sagittarius knew this, but the king didn't.
When he sensed an intruder int he palace, he sent his knights after him. They surrounded Sagittarius, but he lunged at the king and missed, but knocked the teapot
down
down
down
to the ground. Sagittarius, in his desperation, used his magic and sent the teapot toward the sky, but he went to far. He took himself with him, lifting the teapot to space.
And there it stayed, him and the pot, forever in the sky. The teapot watches over and keeps the world together.
PS. Ama was depressed about Sagittarius but happy that now the world would forever be together. Macy came back to the family and apologized.

Part 3:
The aesthetic set is on my alt dolphin_cove! It is the Nightshade one. Find it on my profile there <3

Part 4 (772 words):
Violet returned to the Main Cabin after Cabin Wars. “Phew. Our last war is complete!”
Faith sat down next to her. “Yeah. It was fun.” She took out a mango. “Want some?”
The two friend sat there contentedly eating mangoes until Gurtle waddled up. He looked at the mango with big eyes and gave Violet a puppy-eye stare and a small, adorable squeak.
“Fine,” Violet teased and handed her mango to Gurtle, who promptly swallowed it.
Alya and Cecilia, fellow bug-humans from Thriller, came over. “Mangos!” Ayla squeals, munching down on one.
“Even better,” Violet strikes a match and sets a mango ablaze. “Arson mangos! Let's commit mangoarson on Poetry and Sci-fi.” She says with an evil grin.
Cecilia laughs. “Yes, we need to work our way into first somehow.”
Faith lays back. “Ah, March air.”
“March is one of my favorite seasons.” Violet agreed. “The other ones are July and November.”
Everyone laughed.
“So have any of you finished the weekly yet?” Violet asks. Faith shook her head. “I need inspiration.”
“Here's my weekly.” Violet handed her a link.
Just then, Rockie, CJ, and Aurora came up. Rockie and CJ were the leaders of the Academy, and Aurora was another fellow bug-human (bug-cat?). “Hi guys, what-” Rockie starts, then “GURTLE, NO!”
Gurtle had lunged hungrily for the link in Faith's hand. Before Rockie could catch him, he had swallowed the link whole.
“Gurtle!” Faith complains while everyone laughs. Gurtle gives her a little squeak and a shrug.
“Moral: Never have a link- or mangos- with you when Gurtle is around.” Aurora joked.
Just then, one of the hosts came and pinned a paper to the bulletin board. “New daily!”
Violet ran over to check. All the paper said was ‘Meet at the big house in an hour.’ She went back to the others, puzzled, and told them the daily.
“Sounds interesting.” said Faith. “Shall we go?”
In precisely one hour Faith and Violet entered the big house.
“Hello and welcome everyone!” Starr announced.
“Today we have the pleasure of announcing the…” Moonlit paused. “SWC Treasure Hunt!”
Everyone started talking immediately.
“You will divide into partners and-”
Squeak!
Everyone looked around for the sound.
Squeak!
“What was that?” Toko whispered.
“Maybe a huge squeaking mango.” Skyler said with a grin.
Squeak!
Mint muttered “Take out your pans, people.”
A few people took out frying pans.
Bella giggled. “Will frying pans be a good weapon against giant mangos?”
“We could just eat it.” Violet suggested.
Squeak!
“Hey, it's coming from over there!” Snowy dashes over to a big arm chair. Everyone crowds around.
“A talking armchair…” Aurora starts, before she saw. “Oh!”
“Gurtle!” Everyone cried exasperatedly.
“All right, everyone, back to the daily. So the rules-” Starr started.
Squeak!
“Gurtle, please-”
Squeak!
“Gurtle, what-”
"I want to play too!“
Everyone fell silent. The fact that Gurtle could talk…
”Okay.“ Moonlit said finally. ”You can play too. So… yes… well… the rules. Every team will get a list of stuff to find. Be creative! You never know what that stuff will be. You might have to write it. So, yes, find your partners…“
Violet and Faith locked eyes. ”Partners?“ They asked together. They shook on it.
”Who will take Gurtle?“ Alia asked.
Violet raised her hand. ”We will!“
”Perfect! Here are your lists everybody…“
Faith received a list. ”The first thing… ‘A mango in a frying pan.’ That's easy, I have one on my pfp!" She showed it to them.
Squeak!
“Gurtle, no-”
With a gulp, the mango was gone. Violet sighed.
"Oops, sorry.“
”We'll come back to that later.“ Violet decided. ”Gurtle will eat the next one as well. What is the next thing?“
”'100 words of SWC fanfiction.'“ Faith read.
”Awesome. Let's go!“
It didn't take them very long to finish a hundred words together. After adding them to the Thriller Training Complex, they sent the link to the Main Cabin (making sure Gurtle wouldn't eat it.)
”Squeak! I'm hungry!“ Gurtle said.
Faith and Violet sighed. Violet dug in her bag and pulled out some dried mango and an old link for a word war she won two sessions ago. Gurtle gulped them up. Fast.
”What's the next thing we need to find- er, write?“
”'75 words of a rhyming poem about water.' Oh, well.“ Faith sighed.
Violet took out a pencil. ”Flowing and gushing, the water goes… um, then what?“
”…To start eat mangoes." Gurtle finished. Faith sighed and handed him a mango, which disappeared within seconds.
Sorry, I have to do an abrupt stop here. I'll continue it some other time :)

Author's Note:
Yay it's done <3
Special mentions to:
- rocksalmon800
- ReadWriteSing
- cb2jkl
- justoneyesterday
- FairyAyla
- minergold48
- SnowdropSugar
- -BookDragon-
- -Wraiith
- TokoWrites
- MoonlitSeas
- Stariqe
- Cat_Lover4132
Hope you enjoy!

Daily! ʚїɞ 517 words

I skip along the sidewalk. It's my tenth birthday.
Usually I don't like birthdays. Too many people! And ugh- the cake. But ten is special.
Today I get my power.
See, we're not like you. You earthlings- I mean humans- don't have powers. I mean, not the ones we get. Not stuff like Telepathy and Mind Reading and Flying and Shape Shifting and Size Changing and Appearing and Guardian and… well, a lot more. On every cyborg's tenth birthday (or manufacturing day) you get your power.
The one I want is Invisibility. Being able to hide from the rest of the world is something I have always longed to do. Let's just say that people aren't usually shy here.
Like me.
My order sister, Jane, rolled her eyes and me skipping. She thought everything I did was immature. Well, one of her eyes rolled. The other one was a camera. 17-year-old Jane's power was Sensing. She worked as a Junior at a factory plant. Though she had that camera eye since she was born, my parents said.
Jane was split evenly down the center, one half of her body robot and the other human. Mama was assorted, one ear a radar dish and one leg mechanical and stuff like that. I don't know how Dad was.
He died a long time ago.
I look more like a human than anyone else. I don't have a singe metal part in my body. Mama always says it's because I'm special. “It's all inside you,” she would say. Jane said it was because I was weird.
I didn't care though. Not today.
We reached the place we were looking for. A huge, domed metal building with a sign on it reading ‘Power/Job Choosing.’
A scribbly nervous feeling consumed me. I'd forgotten that what power you got effected your job too. You didn't get to choose.
We walked inside. A lady with spiky, metal tube-y hair and a bored voice greeted us. “Check in.” She handed Mama a steel clipboard and a pen. “Name of kid, date of birth, time, parent or guardian signature…”
While Mama filled out the form, I looked around. It was a pretty cold place, and I don't mean the temperature. Even though I've looked forward to this my whole life, I wished it will be over soon.
We walked inside. “Step right up there.” The lady pointed to a raised round thing sticking out from the ground. I obeyed, and she tapped keys on her computer. “Okay. No need to be nervous.” She said in the same bored voice. “It's just going to scan you, and you get a power based off of your personality.” She sounded as if she said it a thousand times before. Which she probably had.
Blue light flashed around. Jane clicked on her phone. A weird, tingling sensation spread through me as an invisible scanner went through.
Invisibility I thought as hard as I could. Please, invisibility…
“HUMAN.” The computer announced. Mama gasped, and Jane's head shot up.
What? Human? No, I couldn't be…

Thank you notes <3 ʚїɞ SWC March 2024 ʚїɞ 389 words

Another session done :sigh: *hands out mangoes* Thank you to…

- CJ, Poppy, and Rockie <3
You guys are, like, the best leaders everrrrrrrrrr tysm for everything <3333 I was so glad to have you as my leaders this session I've had so much fun in Thriller this March and you guys are responsible > I really hope we see each other again in July tysm for making this session so special <3 #thrillerftw! (*sends you all thousands of mangoes*) <333

- Hosts & daily team (MoonlitSeas, Stariqe, Sunclaw68, Luna-Lovegood-LOL, -redredrobin-, and mossflower29)
SWC wouldn't be possible without you <3333333 ty for making it so amazing (and for giving us a surprise balrogurtle cabin wars hehe) ;D tysm for everything :3 *hands out mangoes and cookies*

- Siblings <3 (Dystopian and Script)
Ahh you all are so fun <3 Dystopian and Script are slayyy i've had so much fun hanging out with you guys in the sibling studio I hope we meet each other again in July! *mango and cookie waterfall* <33333

- Faith
Ah faith <3333 idk what i'd do without you hehe ;D you've been such a good friend and i'm so glad we were in the same cabin together here are some mangoes and cookies (or better- mango cookies)

- Aurora
Aurora <33 you are such a good friend and i hope to see you again in July! *hands out mangoes*

- Luna
Luna ahhh you such a good friend hehe <3 it was fun fighting the balrog with you i hope to see you in july lol mango and cookie time <333

- Ayla
Ayla! How's it going with those dangerous legs? XD here are some mangoes and cookies hope to see you in july! <33

- Silvi
hi silvi! hows it going- didn't get much time to talk to you hi-fi is awesome hehe take some mangoes and cookies <333 see you in July!

- Gurtle
GURTLE AHH I'M GOING TO MISS YOU <3333 here's one last mango buddy thank you for creating so much trouble it was fun

- Balrog
…good riddance.

If I forgot you i'm sorry i'll add more later <333 thank you all, hope to see you in July!

P.S. mangoes
P.S.S. frying pans
P.S.S.S. gurtle
P.S.S.S.S. idk what else so bye

A Safe House for Broken Dreams ❃ MMAP prompt ❃ 1101 words
“A safe house for broken dreams”
- TheBibliophile7

I am an ordinary person.
I like everything to be normal. Explanatory. Simple. Predictable.
Unfortunately, I didn't exactly have good luck with these wishes.
“You have magic,” my grandmother always says. “It's in your blood.” Before my mother shush her.
My grandmother was the only person I could talk to freely about the ‘strange going-ons’ (as my grandmother put it.) Unfortunately (you'll hear that word a lot- all my dreams and hopes always shatter), the rest of my family was worried about Gran's mental health when she talked of magic. The day they took her away (to some place in a different state), she gave me a necklace. Her last gift. And I could tell by holding it it was magic.
“Put it on- no, not right now-” She whispered, pushing the chain into my palm, “And make a wish.” Some people knocked on the door. “Keep your head,” Gran whispered. “And don't show your parents, or you'll be locked up same as me. I love you dear. Follow your instincts.”
And she was gone.
I went up to my room and stuffed the necklace into my drawer after one long look. I wouldn't cry. But this was not normal. All this talk of magic… it was enthralling, the stuff Gran told me, but I didn't want to be a part of it. I wanted it to be a story, one that ends with ‘happily ever after.’ And I did not want to be locked away.
I told myself I wouldn't put on the necklace. I told myself I wouldn't cause trouble for Gran and me. I told myself Gran would never know.
Unfortunately, conscience tugged me the other way. I waited until my parents had gone to bed, tired and sad but sure they had done the right thing (they were wrong there) and then I opened my wardrobe and took out the necklace. It had a small diamond hanging from the pearl chain. I took a deep breath and slipped it on.
I shut my eyes and thought hard on what to wish. Without opening my eyes, my hand groped forward and found the diamond. I squeezed it tightly.
But what to wish for? I should have wished that my Gran come back. I should have wished that my parents didn't have to be on their feet and work twelve hours a day. I should have wished that I get to go to school. I should have wished that we weren't so poor.
But I whispered "I wish to be normal.“
After a minute, when no flash of light snaked into my room, no huge bang and everything was right, no people came to lock me away, I opened my eyes.
I checked the room. Everything was completely unchanged. I looked at the necklace, resting against my fast beating heart. Also the same.
I sighed with relief. I was half-hoping nothing would happen. Maybe I wished too hard.
I crawled into bed and dreamed everything was alright. How mistaken I was.
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The next day, I went out to the garden and watered the plants. Everything was fine. Nothing happened. A tomato was ripe. I picked it.
Maybe my wish worked after all.
I was about to go in when I caught sight of an old man (with a silver beard.) Watching me.
He was wearing a long black jacket- (cloak?) just like people in the movies (not that I've seen to many)
I hurried inside. My parents weren't home. My mother works as a cashier at a small store and my dad washes the dishes and mops the floors at a local diner.
I ran up to my room and threw open the door, ready to run to the window to see if the man was still there. He wasn't. He was in my room.
I screamed, but he took no notice. He studied my face. ”You look just like her.“ he said softly.
”W-Who?“ I calmed down. A bit.
”Your grandmother, Audrianna Wayne. And you must be Lilly Wayne?“ He asked. I nodded mutely.
”We called her Audry. Or Oddry, it fit her better.“ The old man seemed lost in his thoughts.
”Who are you?“ I hadn't meant for the question to sound rude, but it did. Maybe because I was in a silent panic.
”Neil's the name,“ He stuck his hand out. ”Orson Neil, the current Dream Protector. “And you're gonna be the next one, looks of it.”
“I- what?”
“I'll show you.” He took out a small glass ball the size of an apple out of his cloak. It was filled with black smoke. Then he grabbed my arm. I looked warily at the ball, but didn't resist. Something was telling me it was okay. Conscience.
“The Safe House of Dreams!” Mr. Neil shouted. I started, then noticed the black smoke inside the ball turned red. The next second, in a blink of an eye, we were not in my bedroom anymore.
I blinks hard, then pinched myself to make sure this wasn't a dream. Maybe it wasn't. I was in a place with dreams. Thousands of them.
“Where are we?” Why did my voice sound so calm?
“I said. The Safe House,” Mr. Neil gestured around us. “Of Dreams.”
I looked around. We were in total blackness. In it was also thousands of translucent orbs. They pulsed and glowed. Some floated, while others flew and somersaulted. I couldn't peel my eyes away.
“Where are we?” I asked again, but this time I meant where was the Safe House. Mr. Neil understood.
Not on Earth. It couldn't be.
“Why, the Beyond, of course.” He looked at me curiously as if he wondered why I didn't already know that.
“Well,” Annoyance started to tumult inside me. “Why are we here?”
“Well,” The old man sighed. “Me and your grandmother are getting to old. So you are going to be the new Dream Protector.”
“What?”
“You need to protect these dreams from evil. You need to learn magic and use it and not overdo it. You have to continue what millions have started. You need to protect the universe. And, you need to help those who need it most. Some dreams are broken, you know.” He looked up into the endless blackness and smiled. “Quite at extraordinary job, if you know what I mean.”
Extra-ordinary.
Broken dreams.
Like mine.
It was my dream to be ordinary.
Instead of granting my wish, the necklace broke it.
Why?
Why did it have to be me?

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