March 2nd, 2024. Daily.

Compliment: “You're like a disco globe- you're vibrant and you light up the room” - windowcat1

It was the night of the party, and Eve was getting ready for the time of her life. She and her friends had planned for months on end, and discussed the events of the party. She whipped up a tall, slightly puffy dress. It had multiple green hues, like grass in a forest. She put on some makeup and looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction. Eve had dark, coffee-brown hair that seemed to always curl around, no matter how many times she tried to straighten it.
She got into her car and drove to the house where her friend, Amy, lives. When she got there, it was decorated with as many decorations as you can think of. The bright lights and colors hurt Eve’s eyes a bit when she came in, but then she got used to it. “Hello, Eve!” Amy said, walking up to Eve. She was wearing a short, blue tutu with navy blue leggings. “Hi, Amy!” Eve says. “How’s it going?” “It’s great!” Amy replies with a burst of energy. Eve and Amy went up to a small dance floor in the middle of the room. They start dancing around, making spins, jumps, and moves all over the place. “This is so much fun, Amy!” Eve said, taking a small pause from dancing. “You’re like a disco globe- you’re vibrant and you light up the room!” Amy says.
“Aw, thanks Amy! You’re just as amazing!” Eve says, slightly flustered. Amy rarely ever gives such compliments, Eve thought. That just makes this day even better! And so, they continued talking, dancing, eating, and chatting with others. When the party ended, Eve and Amy said goodbye. Maybe one day we’ll see each other again, Eve thought. But it won't be goodbye for very long.

March 3rd, 2024. Daily.

Myth: Fairy Tales:
Sailing through the seas, Hey, Hi, Hello!
making history, Today, the weather's mellow!
oh, its all part of Mythology! And so its time to warp reality,
through the endless rapids, And remove so much of it's fragility,
through the massive dangers, So welcome to Fairy Tales!
It all has a cause in Mythology! Where things usually go off-rails
Whether it's sailing through the seas, From things that we consider true,
or sailing through the clouds, To something that's really new!
It's all because of Mythology! Magic, spells, curses and more!
Roman, Greek, Egyptian and more! Mermaids,Fairies, Pixies, galore!
Friends, foes, allies, and more! So here we are in Fairy Tales!
The list goes on and on, But something seems off,
Whether your right or wrong, Something seems wrong
whether your small or large, Can't we go back to reality?
or you're launching a barrage, And all of that fragility?
It all has a place in Mythology! Or shall we be lost,
It's all just a part of history! with nowhere to go?
So get to your writing, ‘Cause i kind of miss the impossibility,
Whether its on scrolls, or papyrus’, or more! And all of that mystery.
So shall we run away,
or shall we not escape?

March 4th, 2024. Daily.

You walked through a little park, and followed the paths of hard bricks. You let the breeze whip your jet-black hair, for the wind was strong today. It seemed that the park was empty You wandered to a small patch of grass on the ground, yet didn't sit on it. You just looked at it, and you found a crumpled paper on the ground. You bent down your sturdy legs and picked the paper up. It was a poster, with a variety of colors. It seemed to be very old, you thought. The colors were faded and the paper was crumbly. Despite its age, you manage to read the crumpled poster. It said in big, bold letters: “ You're a special piece in the puzzle.” What does that mean, you thought. If every single piece of the puzzle is special, then the only ones that were truly special were the ones that aren't special. So then, all of the puzzle pieces weren’t special, but then the only ones that were special are the special pieces. It’s one continuous cycle, you thought. You then noticed a fine print on the bottom, and it read: _______________.
Under it, there was a massive crossword. “So I have to find what it said?” You said to yourself. You began working on the crossword, and you found word after word. Then, you finally found all the words. Those words were: “ Place”, “Bloom”, “Wither” , “Where” , “Meet”, “The” , “At” , “Flowers” , and “And”. After a while, you managed to form what you assumed was correct: “ Meet at the place where flowers bloom and wither.” What was all that about? What am I being dragged into? Who is this for? These questions and more swirled around your head. You began trying to figure out where that place meant. Then it came to you. The meadow. Thats where the poster meant. So shall I go? Or shall I not go?

March 6th, Daily.
I want to make this a real book/novel one day. Actually proud of this.
Genre: ( Borderbreak.)

I open my eyes, finding myself lying on the ground. Where am I, I think. I look around my surroundings. It's a meadow that seems to stretch out forever, with hundreds of different kinds of flowers. Dandelions, tulips, daisies, I think. There are so many. Something seems off though. It seems to be empty. “ Hello? Anyone there? Can anyone hear me? Why is it so empty…” But that's when I noticed it. I look up at the sky. It's a light beige, with scribbles all over it. Not scribbles, i realize. Words. Why is the sky full of words. “I think i'm in some sort of book. How is that possible though?” I start thinking about why and then i hear something. “Wait.. who's that?” i say. The sound is coming from up. I see a face. A face looking at me, no, the book. “Hi..?” i say out loud. There's no response. But i see it looking at me. Wait.. if i'm in a book, and someone is looking at the book, i think. Then that means YOU are the face. You're the one reading this book. You're the one reading me. I guess my thoughts are written to you. If so, hi. Call me Ember. It seems you have stumbled upon this book that i am apparently trapped in. It's weird. I can't hear you. You can read me. What happens now.. Will i ever leave? Will i ever see you again?

March 11th, 2024. Daily ( i think i forgot to do a whole bunch of em)

I lie on the bed, looking up at the roof of the house. I hear a notification sound ring from my laptop, but i don't want to see what it's about. It's always the same thing. Always the same people. Always saying the same things. I'm tired of it all. When will it end? When will they stop? When will I finally live in peace? I heard the notification sound repeatedly, and finally got myself to see what it's all about. Don't reply, don’t reply, don’t reply, I thought to myself repeatedly. I prepare myself for what I'm about to see. The usual. Names, insults, threats. So, so many of them. Deep down, I'm hurt. But they don't know everything about me. There are things they can’t make fun of, on devices or off devices. Like this place for example, they don't know about it. They don’t know my address. Which is good. I'm glad. I've given so many hints to them, and they don't know. They haven't figured it out. And I hope it stays that way. I really do. But what if they find out about it? Well, they can’t find me here. Here online, I'm among so many. Offline, sure they can find me, but that's fine. Natural. Even they have the common sense of not sharing private information online. Or do they? I don’t know. I hope i never do.

Weekly 2, March 2024.

Part 1: Flowers (Title: The Incident) (im rushing this so it’s just an excerpt. sry)

Hi. Call me Oleander. You’ve probably stumbled upon this book someplace, somewhere. I don’t know how you found this, but you did anyway. This is my journal. A little piece of history. If you found this, it’s destiny. If this falls into the wrong hands, destruction shall reign. So I hope you’re the type of person I'm looking for. But what makes this so special? The incident. This is probably the only place where you can discover what actually happened. Yeah, history class told you wrong. And so here I am, writing this to tell you the truth. Let’s start from the beginning. Me, Oleander, was born in the small village of Snowdrop far north. I loved flowers. A lot. It was rare around Snowdrop, and the few that were there were beautiful. I was cared for by a loving family. But when I was young, something mysterious was revealed. I had some sort of…power? Curse? It’s hard to describe. I sometimes dreamt about a meadow of flowers, and I was confused about why. But as I got older, I realized the truth. They’re..prophecies, of some sort. The flowers mean things. I learned what each flower means. And they tell a vague story. Not everything was revealed, but small bits and pieces. That’s all you need to know to understand what happened. The incident. So I had dreamt about that meadow again. That mysterious meadow. And I examined the flowers that were there. They were…unusual to say the least. Unusual because of their variety. Usually, there's only a few types of flowers, but this time there were so many of them. I tried memorizing them in my mind. I just managed to finish remembering them when I woke up. I quickly grab my sketchbook and draw them quickly before I forget them. They were- the rest was ripped. You groan in frustration and curiosity, so you decide to look through the ruins to find the rest.

Part 2: Constellations (heheheeeee >:>>>)

There was once a girl living on a farm. Her name was Lanimarine. Her farm grew primarily mangoes. Her mangoes were of high quality, and it was hard to find ones that were superior. Lanimarine was a beautiful girl with her blonde hair and her dazzling green eyes. She was a social and talkative person, often making friends with people who came by. She often gave mangoes to those who couldn’t afford them, and treated people with kindness. People adored her, and her tasty mangoes. But there was a woman, who also had a mango farm. Her name was Rane. She couldn’t make as good of mangoes as Lanimarine, and she was a very ugly woman. She envied Lanimarine’s success and beauty, and wished she could take that away from her. And so, she sought out an old witch. A famous witch in fact that, if you talked to the right people, could easily be found. She asked the witch to take away Lanimarine’s success and beauty, and to give it to her. The witch gave her a poison, and told her to put it in a mango and to give it to her. Rane did what the witch said, and gave the mango to Lanimarine as an act of kindness. The day after she ate the mango, Lanimarine started to age quickly. She became uglier and uglier as she screamed in disgust at herself. She decided to wear a hood and go to the witch. She told the witch that she wanted to regain her beauty and youth. She wanted to be as beautiful as a bunch of stars. The witch, being the evil person she is, cursed Lanimarine to be a constellation. It is told that even now, the witch still lives as she continues taking the youth of the girl. The moral of the story is unclear, but people say that it warns of fame and its consequences.

Part 3: Aesthetic’s set link : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/976110409/


Part 4: SWC Fanfic.

Ember was confused. She had just gotten into the prestigious SWC university, and she was very excited. It was her life’s ambition to get into the renowned college. Everything seemed perfect. The walls were a beautiful mix of white and green, and there were flowers and plants blooming everywhere she looked. Yet her confusion was because of the fact that she has five roommates. “Five!?!” Ember shrieked. “ Uhm.. Yeah.. we got too many people and too little rooms so we have to squash you all together..” the receptionist said embarrassingly. “ Anyways, your room is on the fourth floor, section 5C, Room 536. Here’s your ID and keys, and I hope you have a good time here!” The receptionist said as she handed Ember her ID and my keys. Ember went up the elevator and got to her room, and then got surprised by her five other roommates. “Hi! You’re finally here! Sorry for freaking you out! I guess we are just a whole lot to take in, am I right?” The girl who said that was sitting on her bed, that was on the right side of the room. She had long brown hair that was tied into two french braids, and a short stature. She had freckles on her face and deep brown eyes. “Finally! We can do introductions now!” Another girl said, sitting up on her bed. She had brown hair and greenish-gray eyes. “Okay, okay. So my name is Chuey! I’m a girl! I like writing! I’m part of the Fan-fi class of SWC!” Chewy said as she bounced on her bed. “ My name is Des, and I am part of the Hi-fi class of SWC.” The girl from before, known as Des, said that happily. “Uhm.. I’m Faith.. and um.. I'm part of the uh.. Thriller class of- the uh- SWC. The third girl who was sitting on the bed right on the left said shyly. Faith had light blonde hair that was cut into a neat bob, and she had bright, hazel eyes. “ Hey there, I'm Mouse. You can call me Mousey. I'm part of the dystopian class of SWC. Don't you even DARE to do any funny business around me, or else you shall PAY” said a hazel-eyed girl, lying on her bed. She had dirty blonde hair. She acts like a literal teacher, Ember thought. “ Please don't tell me I HAVE to do a cheesy introduction too.” A boy, the fifth roommate, groaned. He had short black hair and brown eyes. He was also obnoxiously tall, towering over the rest of us. Everyone looked at him expectantly. “ Like seriously, you want me to go ‘ OH HII!!!! MY NAME IS THIS!! AND I'M PART OF THAT!!! OH EM GEE LOOK THERE'S A NEW TREND GOING ON ONLINE!! WHAT MAKEUP AM I GOING TO WEAR!!!’ Like seriously, do you think i'm that dumb?” He said, mocking us. There was a silence as everyone continued staring at him expressionlessly. “Ugh…fine. My name is Krish, and I'm part of the Tragedy class. Happy?” he said. Tragedy does seem fitting for him, Ember thought. “Okay… my name is Ember, i’m weird, goofy, part of the Mythsy class, and did i mention i'm weird?” Ember said. “But I have a question. Why in the world are we four girls and one boy? These groupings are WEIRD.” Mousey said. “ I have to agree.” Des agreed. “So what are we gonna d-” Chuey said, but was interrupted by a speaker. “Everyone get down to the main cabin quickly so you first-years know what in the world to do!” the speaker said. The main cabin is basically the middle of the university, and each little building is its own “cabin” or “class” surrounding it. The main cabin is the largest and where most if not all announcements are made. “Well, I guess this is where it all begins for us.” Faith said expectantly. And so, we went down the stairs to begin our journey in SWC.

Writing Competition Entry (currently fixing)

Broken Bond

There was once a beautiful sea,
Made out of friendship carefree,
And there were two islands in that sea,
That shared a bond, you and me

A bond that laid on the ocean floor,
Weaved together through many years
Of kindness, trust, secrets, and more
That connected us through happy cheer

But one day, from deep in the sea,
Came a pearl of truth, floating to the surface
A truth that came prematurely,
Bobbing on the waves of our purpose

Because of this came a storm
Of tears, pain, betrayal, and agony
That rained upon us with lightning and more
And so we were thrown apart distantly

Over time, our bond held on,
Bit by bit until it broke apart
Two islands, now lost
We felt so much pain, now that we depart

Eventually, the storm faded away,
All that it left us was regret
So we decided to change our fate
We tried to talk and forget

And bit by bit, over time,
We weaved back our broken bond,
Two little islands again entwined
And so our beautiful sea returned

Weekly 3, March 2024 (Using extension by Moonsy)

Part 1: Plot points

Eline and Vale go to a popular taco shop near the town square. It was quite crowded, with many people coming to try the famous tacos. Before they get their food, Eline and Vale hear a scream alongside everyone else. The scream belonged to a middle aged man, who had gone silent and still.


Eline and Vale run over to the man, checking his heartbeat. He’s gone. Everyone’s confused. Police cars and ambulances rush over to help him, but it’s too late. The police say they’ll figure out who did it. Eline and Vale ask if they could help, but they get rejected. They decide to take matters into their own hands.


3. They go back to their homes, and send Emails to each other. They decide to meet up after-school before their parents come to discuss a plan. They meet up at the school yard in an empty corner, as they don’t want to be heard.. They agree to try to get as much information out of news sources as possible and meet back up there in a few days.

4. When they meet up again, the only information they’ve gained is the victim’s identity. They can't gain information from just the news. Vale proposes an idea to gain more information themselves. Eline becomes skeptical and begins asking questions. Vale tells Eline his plan, and after much convincing, she reluctantly agreed.

5. They go to the scene of the crime, which is blocked off. They still see from as close as possible though. The policemen are distracted. They won't notice some kids roaming around. Vale sneaks in beyond the fence. The victim’s table was near the fence, so Vale could easily take a small piece of the victim's meal. He put it in his pocket so no one would notice. They walked away and, when they were out of sight, ran away back to their homes.


Part 2: The clues and whatever red herrings are

There was a blue pen on the table. It is small, and lets out black ink. It seems to have strange markings on the side, like jumbled up numbers being put in random order. The pen seems to be a ballpoint pen, with nothing that shows otherwise. It doesn’t seem to have any fingerprints on it, and the victim isn’t known to have a pen with him at the time of the incident.

There’s a number of jumbled up sticky notes, with seemingly nothing written on them. They don’t have a fingerprint either. They are slightly wrinkled, but they look good as new. They are in the colors of red and green. Maybe the colors could tell them something, and maybe there really is something written on it.

A piece of the victim’s meal that had been obtained in… an unconventional way. It seems to look like normal food, but maybe there's something inside? We don't know for sure, but it’s the only way the victim could’ve been the…well, victim. Best thing we can do is do a bunch of tests on the thing.

A code. It seems to be a bunch of codes together. There's morse code, binary code, and a slew of others that couldn’t be named. Maybe the good ol’ computer can figure out what it means. Or maybe not. Who knows until we try? I mean- probably no one. Except the culprit.

Part 3: THE EPIC INTERVIEW!!

Blau: Interviewer (it's gonna be different characters in story)
Ember (me): Witness (Name different in the actual story)

“Have a seat. What's your name?” Blau said in the interviewing room. “My name’s…uhm…Ember” Ember said, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. “Ember, alright” she jotted down the name quickly on her notebook before looking back up at her. “Do you wanna…explain what happened? How did you get to the scene?”. She asked. “Uhm…okay. I was just walking down on the sidewalk, minding my own business, when I heard a scream. I turned around and ran to where the scream was coming from. By the time I got there, the police were there and the person who was screaming was…” Ember paused. “S-sorry…I’m kind of uncomfortable talking about de- y'know, i won't say it. Is that fine?” She asks shyly. Blau nodded empathetically. “Yeah,yeah; of course.” She gave a comforting smile. “This really isn’t a good situation for anyone at all- I’m sorry you had to see that.” She paused. “But did you notice anything else? Like the surroundings…” she asked. “I-i was running quickly… I know that there were buildings around. The short, concrete kind. And it had some sort of… beige-brown walls? Maybe wood walls? I’m honestly not sure.. I wasn’t really focusing on the surroundings…” Ember squeaked quietly. “You were running?” Blau questioned, raising a brow. “Where were you running from and to?” “I had mentioned before that I was running towards the scream, because I was both curious and scared of what was happening. I was on the sidewalk.” Ember said, clarifying what she had said before. “Right, right… you were running towards the scream, okay” Blau wrote it down as well. “What time was it? And,uh, did you notice anything beforehand?” “It was…hmm…maybe around noon? And I think I heard another sound beforehand. I’m not sure what it was though…but it was loud.” Ember said. “A loud sound?” Blau repeated, frowning slightly. She looked over my scribbled notes so far, looking through carefully. She wrote down ‘loud sound written by Ember (witness)’ at the bottom of my notes, glancing over it all. A loud sound, and then a scream? Oh. Probably a gunshot. No- a pre-gunshot? “Okay, I think that checks out. If you don't mind me asking, did you see…the injuries the victim had..?” she asked gently. She leaned forward slightly to hear better, in case your volume decreased due to shyness and being uncomfortable. Her right hand gripped the pen slightly. She needed a lead on this case- bad. “Uhm…I wasn’t really focusing, but he had a lot of scratches on the arms…” Ember said louder. Blau nodded, writing that down as well. “Anything else? Anything out of the ordinary?”. “No, there was nothing else” Ember said in a concluding tone. “Alright” Blau said, standing up and gathering her things. “You’re free to go, Ember, thank you.”


Part 4: A full scene.

Eline and Vale were sitting at a taco shop. It had gained popularity over recent years and they were curious as to how it is. “Man, the food is taking FOREVER.” Vale groaned as he fixed his pale blond hair. “Calm down, Vale. The food is probably going to take like ten minutes, okay? So stop whining like a baby.” Eline said. “Okay but you gotta at least agree with me that there's SO many people here!” Vale said, trying to convince her. “Okay fine, there's a lot of people and a lot of noise. But that doesn’t give you permission to go whining like a bab-'' Eline was interrupted by a scream. People turned towards where the scream was coming from. A middle aged man had been screaming, and apparently unconscious…? Eline ran towards him, trying to check his pulse. By the time the police and the ambulance came, “The pulse stopped.” Eline said saddeningly. “He’s gone.” People gasp and try to leave as quickly as possible, as if something is going to happen to them if they even go near him. “We’ll figure out who did this.” The police said confidently. “Hey, can we atleast try to help?” Vale asks. “Nah, you’re just a bunch of kids. You can’t do nothing. Just stay home and do…whatever kids do these days” The police replied sternly. “Aww man” Vale said. “Hey, let's just go home. We can send e-mails to each other to talk.” Eline said, trying to cheer him up. “Sure.” Vale said, finally giving in to Eline. They run back home and begin texting each other using email. Eline frantically organizes her room for her parents not to see. Ah, the troubles of a kid, Eline thought. Maybe one day someone will make a book talking about it and actually make parents understand. They continue texting for another 10 or so minutes, and in the end, they agree to meet up at the school yard tomorrow, and so they do. Eline goes out into the school yard, and she looks for Vane. Then she spots him, telling her to come to an empty corner of the yard. “So..what do we do?” Eline asks. “Well, first off, we better start using news sources.” Vale says. “But news sources barely EVER give any information. Probably just the guy’s identity.” Eline says in a quiet voice, making sure no one hears her. “Yeah, but it’s our best shot.” Vale says. Then their parents come to pick them up. The next day, they come back to the same spot and discuss their findings. Which is basically nothing. “Nothing except the guys identity!” Vale says triumphantly. “Ha! I was right! The only thing we found was the guy’s identity! Nothing else!” Eline says, deflating Vale’s sense of victory. “What are we gonna do then?” Eline asks. “Well…we can get information ourselves..” Vale says with a hint of doubt. “Elaborate.” Eline says skeptically. After Vale’s confused looks as he seemingly doesn’t know that word, Eline says “What are we gonna do exactly?” “Well… we’re gonna go back to the taco shop and…take some evidence.” Vale says, lowering his voice to a whisper at the last part. “What!? We aren’t going to do that! And how would we be able to do that anyways?” Eline says angrily. “Well..” Vale goes on to explain the plan to Eline and convince her to do it, which took really long. And so, the plan was in action. They told their parents that they’re gonna do a science project at each other’s houses. And then they meet up at the taco shop. Eline walks around randomly, and notices that there are still police guys there. She walks up to them and goes, “Hey police officer guy girl, how are you on this very fine day?” Eline gets them into a long conversation. Meanwhile, Vale goes to the table, takes a small piece of the victim’s meal, and walks away. Shortly after that, Eline says her goodbyes and walks away as well. Both of them go back home. The next day when they meet back up at school, they discuss what to do next. “It worked! I can’t believe it worked- Ahem, I mean, I knew it would work!” Vale says, savoring their small victory. After an awkward silence, Vale confessed about something. “Uhm..i also got a few other..things from the table.” he said, bringing out a few little things. Or- just one. A pen. A weird looking pen. Eline gasped. “Isn’t that illegal!?! We could be arrested! We might as well be criminals!” Vale looked uncomfortable, then said, “But at least we have two leads… or one, if our guess about the food was wrong.” Eline thought for a bit, “We can’t take it back there, because we would be in prison. So I guess this is our only option, although I'm going to regret it.” She said, And so, we began.

Critique for @Thecatperson19

Honestly, the poem is great! The message comes off well, and the word choice is nice. I feel like the flow is slightly clunky, but that's probably just me.
I think you should stay with the style of the original poet, if it is comfortable with you. But the poem shouldn't be EXACTLY like the one made by the original poet, because that's plagiarism. In my opinion, if you want to improve it, you can try changing a few words and see if it's better. Like synonyms. Or you can change some words. If you want, you don't have to repeat the same words. For example,

“the sighing winds in distant lands,” and “the deep sigh of an armchair,”. You can change that to “The whispering winds in distant lands,” and "the deep sigh of an armchair. This is optional, because repetition can be used to make your poem better. But you can experiment.

Overall, great poem. You can change a few things in the word choice if you wish, but it isn't really necessary. Also PLEASE make sure not to be copying the original poet's poem OR ELSE I WILL STEAL ALL UR MANGOES!!!