Daily 3:
I'm omnipotent, yet confined to a mortal body that can't comprehend the things I witness (@whimsy_lux)

I am god. Everpresent and everlasting, my wrath could stir you from your grave for you to endure an era of suffering. Time is the illusion of man, and I have fallen for it. A god of gods, spending lifetime after lifetime of limitless pain in the body of a mortal who can’t begin to understand who I am.
I am nothing. A god without knowledge of such a being, in all its irony is powerless.
I am crazy. Who wouldn’t be, after watching the people you care about hate you at the moment they will last see you? Sometimes I hate myself too. For not stopping their suffering–but what can I do? I am a god powerless, alone, and maybe for the first time ever, I am sorry.
Sorry doesn’t bring people back from the dead.
Wrath is a strange thing. I am angry–angry at pointless existence, the choices I didn’t choose, myself.
How can a god of such things be reduced to this? Did I ever have the power, in any case? I cannot choose to exist, to stop this, end the experiment.
Am I even god?
What does it take to be god? I am mortal–my body ages and dies quickly, centuries turning into seconds. Only my spirit continues on, and even then it seems I have run out of power. How can I call myself the god of gods if I don’t even choose what I have?
Did I create this hell that I have confined everything to? How could I make such an evil choice?
Is to be a god to have a choice?
Choices are so pointless. Death is a fate that awaits us all.
But not me. Does that make my choices matter?
“I would never choose this,” I say aloud. No one hears, no one understands.
No one would bother to care, anyway. This is the sixtieth time that this is exactly what I’ve chosen.

November 3rd - Write a story based off of a quote or phrase in your cabinmate's bio/wwiwo - 747 words
I spoke to Kit and used the phrase “fandom fanatic” from their bio!

Mira Haiyang Huang either belongs to myself or Hope (euphoriafall) but I used her anyway since she's techincally part of the Sunshine Bay Chinese Gang

This was not supposed to be a chatfic but the whole thing just ended up being a chatfic so here I am I guess??

it is headcanon that all my characters read fanfic. Hope made it canon lol

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Lauren’s So Done - GROUP CHAT

Lauren Han 09:22
Hold on, Makayla, you write fanfiction?

Makayla Zhang 09:22
Oh dang- you weren’t supposed to find out… oh my goodness it's so embarrassing

Lauren Han 09:22
MAKAYLA DON’T SAY THAT

Lauren Han 09:23
I KNOW YOU’RE LIKE TEN YEARS OLDER THAN ME

Lauren Han 09:23
BUT IT'S SO GOOD

Elyta Skye Zhang 09:23
I’m sure it’s good Makayla!

Lauren Han 09:23
Also, it’s so funny that you’re a lawyer and you write SVU fanfic. Seriously.

Alaina Zhan 09:24
Lauren I want to see you write fanfic

Alaina Zhan 09:24
I want to know if you’ve written any med drama fanfic

Lauren Han 09:24
Uhhhh

Lauren Han 09:24
… no i haven’t written any

Alfie Zhan 09:25
laina i know you write fanfic

Alfie Zhan 09:25
it’s only fair if you spill

Alaina Zhan 09:25
oh nononononono

Alaina Zhan 09:25
please not the one i wrote five years ago after i watched the first season of new amsterdam

Alfie Zhan 09:25
Sent a link
Luna - New Amsterdam (TV 2018) - LaynaZ
Max Goodwin and Georgia Goodwin just brought their child, Luna, into the world. Oneshots & snippets of Luna growing up, and being generally loved and adored by all the staff
Also the season 1 ending absolutely broke me so i need fluff to compensate

Alaina Zhan 09:26
ALFIE!

Alaina Zhan 09:26
I WILL SLAP YOU IN THE FACE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU

Alfie Zhan 09:26
you deserve that

Elyta Skye Zhang 09:26
this is so adorable you fighting like siblings

Lauren Han 09:27
here’s the link to Makayla’s fanfic

Lauren Han 09:27
Sent a link
In Pursuit Of The Truth - Law & Order Special Victims Unit - Makayla1995
A Law & Order Fanfiction rewriting episodes and tying up endings that are never complete.
Also Cabot & Novak are tied for best ADA you can fight me on that

Makayla Zhang 09:28
NO LAUREN THAT ONE WAS SO EMBARASSING

Alfie Zhan 09:28
Oh yeah guys I also found Adelaide’s fanfic as well

Alfie Zhan 09:28
Sent a link
Every Second Counts - RFDS Royal Flying Doctor Service (TV) - nameacityafterme
Fix it.

Adelaide Waters 09:28
ALFIE

Adelaide Waters 09:29
I will so break off the engagement

Alfie Zhan 09:29
but you’re not going to

Adelaide Waters 09:29
Snap. You know me too well

Skylar Zhang 09:30
Replied to Elyta Skye Zhang 09:26
nah this is more adorable with Alfie and Adelaide fighting like a married couple

Mira Huang 09:30
Lauren’s written fanfic as well

Skylar Zhang 09:30
they should get married already

Lauren Han 09:30
Don’t you dare show it to them or I will show them your cringey big bang theory fics

Mira Huang 09:30
You deserve this though

Mira Huang 09:31
Sent a link
Twin Hearts - Chicago Med - failing_doneness
An Ava Bekker/Connor Rhodes fic
I love these two dudes so much so here have a fix it

Skylar Zhang 09:31
don’t try to claim moral high ground Elyta

Lauren Han 09:31
Sent a link
Academia - The Big Bang Theory (TV) - oceanic_waves
If all the tbbt characters were super smart and all worked at the university
canon ships!

Skylar Zhang 09:31
Sent a link
In Another World - Figure Skating RPF - ESZFS
… I think this is me taking my anger out on the judging system in the world
… I still want them to be happy though <333

Elyta Skye Zhang 09:32
Even you can’t do that Skylar

Elyta Skye Zhang 09:33
Sent a link
Star Trek Discovery Gets Therapy - Star Trek: Discovery - SkylitStars
The Discovery crew gets therapy after every major event.
Reno still goes crazy though.

09:35 - Elyta Skye Zhang changed the group topic from “Lauren’s So Done” to “Fanfic Writers”

Lauren Han 14:56
… okay but seriously though Makayla why is your writing so good

Lauren Han 14:56
i’ve read through everyone’s fanfic but why is yours so good

Makayla Zhang 14:57
i am taking the fifth amendment to the us constitution. i invoke my right against self-incrimination

Mira Huang 14:57
but we don’t have a fifth amendment? also isn’t that american?

Lauren Han 14:57
She’s a lawyer what do you expect

14:58 Elyta Skye Zhang changed the group topic from “Fanfic Writers” to “Lauren being SO DONE with us fanfic writers”

Lauren Han 14:58
ELYTA NO

Elyta Skye Zhang 14:59
What? I like to cause chaos when I’m not winning olympic medals!

“Who d!es?”
“What? Don't you mean who lives?”
“Tell my story.”
She let go of the branch and fell.
The rock stopped cracking and I managed to pull my way up. I was a mess, dirt smeared everywhere and my shirt was torn.
Why did she do that?

My sister was my lifeline. She copied everything I did, including my looks and clothing choice. She was tall, and because of the hoodies, she managed to pass off as me. When I was out being the idiot of the family, she would take my place, saving me multiple times. I could never save her.
One day, she didn't show up. She was gone. Gone elsewhere. I figured it was because she was tired of playing the double role. I had to crack down and continue the perfect son image she had created.
We saw her again after a few weeks. She had grown out her hair somehow and wore clothes that showed off her figure. And makeup. She had some on to heighten her natural beauty.
But that night, while I was working on that essay, I heard her sneaking out, and naturally, I followed her.
I saw her step near the cliff near our house.
“What are you doing?”
She didn't respond, but stepped closer to the edge. I grabbed her and turned her to look at me. That's when something was off. Her eyes were green, right? Like mine…
These… these were brown.
She pushed me off the cliff and I grabbed onto the branch, but there was someone else. My sister, wearing her standard clothing.
And she said,
“Who lives?” before falling.

I finally get home. My sister is there. And she has the correct colored eyes. Brown, like my mom, and I have green, like my dad.

Super late upload for my first daily but it's all right LOL. As a small author's note- I really wanted to try out this style for my intro xDD. Also I wrote this all on mobile so that's why my paragraphs are so short- I really thought I was writing more :'DD.

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Blalker - The SWC Time Machine / Science Fiction - Daily no. 1 - 1969 Words
Proof
~ Blalker's Masterlist ~

Cosmic eyes snapped open, their natural glow washing the dark room over in a faint, ethereal light. They blinked a couple times, effectively dimming the glow to a far weaker state. A long pause filled with silence broken only by the muted hum of the machinery in the walls.
Binary sat up, running a cold hand over her pale face and heaving a soft sigh. Her limbs were sluggish and heavy, contrasting the buzzing activity of her brain. She slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing up and stretching. She never felt refreshed after naps. Never once in her entire life.
“Hey, Binary- You ready?” was the muffled drawl from the other side of the door, followed by a tired sniff.
Binary was quiet for a moment, letting her head roll back as she drew a long, silent sigh. “…Yeah,” she finally called back. Her low alto was slightly strained from sheer weariness and stress, and her eyes seemed a shade duller. “You don't usually come out of the control room. What's up?”
Vex shifted his weight from one foot to the other, thinking about his answer for a moment before replying. “I figured I might as well see you off,” the man said. His orange eyes were cast upon the floor, absently running over the sleek, minimalistic design.
Binary pulled the door open, frowning slightly at the strong block of light that fell across her. She brought a hand up to her eyes, covering them as she stepped to Vex's side. “Let's go,” she murmured quietly.
Vex's lips tugged into a frown, brow creasing slightly as they walked through the bright halls. He reached out and patted Binary's shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “You don't need to go, you know,” he said after a moment, followed by a habitual sniff.
Binary shrugged. “If not me, then who will go in and fix the messes left behind by those fools?”
“No one told you to,” Vex countered quickly, looking down at the black-haired girl. She spared him an exasperated glance.
“Oh, yes. And have their * come and screw up my world,” Binary retorted, a bitter, biting edge to her smooth alto. “I can't rely on anyone to solve my problems, and I won't. I need to care for my daughter and world's safety first.”
Vex ran a hand through his messy, dark hair with a weary sigh, tearing his gaze away and onto the control room they had just arrived at. A zombie girl bounded forward to Binary, white dress fluttering as she sat at the cosmos-eyes individual's feet.
Binary looked down and passed her cold hand over Heart's head. “Be a good girl, Heart. I'll be back soon.” Heart gave an affirmative hum, hugging Binary's leg before pulling away and speeding up to Vex's chair set on the raised platform in the center of the large room.
Pika and Oishi stood side-by-side by the futuristic pad at the front of the room, waiting for Binary. She walked over to them with a sigh, taking a deep breath and shaking her head slightly. “Are you both ready?” she asked, casting a brief look over the two grayscale fighters.
Pika gave a confident grin, flipping a twintail over her shoulder and dusting off her black bomber jacket. “I was born ready, Bi,” she declared, cracking her knuckles as a form of emphasis. Oishi merely nodded, lowering the brim of his fedora over his pale amber eyes. Binary nodded slightly in reply, stepping onto the pad.
“Alright. Vex, you ready?” she called, gazing up to the main control hub where Vex and Heart were. The older man raised his chin slightly in a half-nod, his glowing gaze fixed upon the holodisplay before him. “Yeah, I'm ready.” He paused, a mechanical whirring beginning to hum from his eyes as the golden pools started to spin like cogs in a machine.
“Now executing: the 81st World Launch, Penacony!”
The pad began to glow, lighting up with both Speed Force and Mind Force energies combined. Vex's eyes flashed, just as a solid beam of light shot down and enveloped the trio on the launch pad. There was a blast of wind that blew through the entire room before the light from the launch pad and Vex's eyes dispersed.

Binary's eyes shot open, a sharp inhale sucking past her lips that immediately left her coughing. It was freezing cold and snowflakes had flown down her throat. Not very pleasant. She sat up instantly, glowing eyes flicking over her surroundings as she tugged her coat closer around her. “What the– This isn't Penacony,” she muttered to herself, shielding her eyes from the stinging snowfall. The wind bit into her skin and flesh, making her clothing feel like nothing around her. She looked about. There was nothing but snowy alps all around her. *.
“Control, Alpha, come in,” she spoke tersely into her earpiece, holding a trembling finger down on the black gadget. She was shivering and coughing, the cold air making her throat raw and her chest constricted. She put her lower face in her elbow, trying to block out the harsh environment from her lungs.
“Vex! Vex, can you hear me?” Binary raised her voice slightly, but still there was no answer. She tried to channel a bit of energy into her core to heat herself up, but to no avail. What? She tried to summon a ball of fire. Nothing. *– What was going on? A power blocker? Was she in a dream? Where was Pika and Oishi?
Binary began to walk, trudging slowly in the deep snow. The wind howled around her, threatening to blow her off her feet. She was just a mortal human now, she surmised. With no comms with her team and no knowledge of what had happened. Was there a hijack? Did Vex miscalculate? No. Otherwise the automatic safety systems would've kicked in and stunted the warping instantly.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of walking, a faint golden glow rose in the distance.
Civilization? Binary hurried her pace, jogging through the snow. Her body was numb from the cold, shaking uncontrollably and growing stiffer by the second. Nonetheless, her sheer will broke through and carried her on.
As she neared the glow, she realized it was a strange city. A town, more like, in the middle of nowhere. She slowed her gait slightly, stumbling through the snow. Christmas lights and vastly different decorations lined the town, each building differently designed and shaped. What…was this place…? Some form of winter wonderland paradise? Binary almost scoffed at the idea.
Until she saw a large sign– a banner above the largest building in the heart of the town. It was so vast and bold that she could see it even from the outskirts.


“What in the world-?” Binary paused, faltering in her steps. But- I- how? We were set to Penacony, not SWC. What's going on? Another cabin with some magical dealings? Bi-Fi? Mystery? Sci-Fi? Fantasy? How did this happen? I–
Binary was interrupted from her thoughts by a loud clamoring applause from inside the main cabin. “Today is…November 1,” Binary murmured. “They must be celebrating the first day of camp.” She slowly walked over to the grand double doors, listening to the muffled cheering and chattering inside. She felt nauseous. She hadn't meant to show up so soon. Not after she left and ditched.
She sat down on the snow, just beyond the awning. Her body was almost paralyzed at this point from the cold and exhaustion. She drew her knees up to her chest and buried her face in her arms. She knew cognitively that she was in the worst spot, but she couldn't will her body to move anymore. Whether it was the instinctual pull and trust that she put in the campers, or the sheer weariness in her body, a veil of black fell over her senses and her body went unconscious.

“So, now that you feel better, what's your name?” questioned a girl, sitting on a chair next to Binary's bed. The latter was lying in bed, tucked under several layers of warmth. A steaming cup of hot chocolate rested between her hands, tiny marshmallows floating in the creamy liquid.
Binary had been found only a couple hours after she passed out, and had been taken immediately into the main cabin infirmary to be nursed back to health. She had hypothermia, probably a coming cold, and mild asphyxiation. Now in the familiar heat and homeliness of the camp, Binary felt both relieved and troubled.
“…Blalker,” she replied quietly after a moment of consideration. Her cosmos eyes fell down to the hot chocolate. Without even tasting it she knew it was far too hot for her sensitive mouth.
The girl nodded, jotting it down. “Blalker! Alright, have you been in SWC before? I don't recall seeing your face in the opening ceremony or signups,” she mused.
Binary swirled the contents of her mug slowly. “Yeah. This is my third time being here,” she responded, choosing her words carefully.
“Mkay…! Would you like to camp this session? We have extra space in a few cabins and we can easily sort you in. Besides- I'm not sure if you can really travel back to the mainland in your current condition,” the girl proposed, tapping the tip of her pen against her chin lightly. She shifted in her seat, eyes roving over Blalker's form. There was something off with this picture. Campers were flown in, not–
“I'm not sure. I was originally on my way to another world, but the warp got messed up and I found myself here,” Binary replied. “Do any of the cabins have any…reality or time altering devices?”
The girl paused. “Actually, yes. Science Fiction, The SWC Time Machine,” she said. “Do you think that got you stranded here?”
Binary nodded. “Possibly. You know what? I'll join this session. Sort me as you will.” The words had slipped out of her mouth faster than her brain could catch up, and she realized just how much she had missed the community.
The girl gave a small smile. “Alrighty. I'll let the hosts know. But first, let's finish out our little Q&A so that I can get you into our database. Tell me a little about yourself!”
Binary closed her eyes, leaning back for a moment before taking a quiet sip of her now-warm hot chocolate. “Let's see… I was always bad at this, but here goes.
“My name is Blalker, and I come from another world. I was en route to save a planet from destruction, but got warped here instead. I suspect that it was due to Sci-Fi's time weight. For some fun facts, I'm a writer, artist, singer, and developer. I used to possess uncanny abilities, but my warp here stripped them away from me. Like I said before, I've been in SWC for two previous sessions, once as a camper and the second as a co-leader of a cabin. I have a sweet tooth and a strong liking for heat and baths, and I–”
The door to the infirmary opened and a soft gasp caught Binary's attention. Wondering internally if she should even bother looking or not, the host spoke up. “Ah, Yume! Perfect timing. We think your time machine altered Blalker's travel. Would you be willing to take her as a camper?”
At the mention of the name ‘Yume’, Binary's eyes opened, gaze flicking to the newcomer. She tensed, grip on her mug tightening as she straightened up. Oh, how she wished the bed would suddenly suffocate her and cast her back into another world–
The leader of Sci-Fi stepped closer, her lilac and brown eyes widening. A pause.
“Blau?”

Weekly part 3:
Moth was sitting on a bench, tapping her foot in the rhythm of a song she was humming.
Mehey sat down next to her and asked:
“Do you like this academy?”
“Of course!” exclaimed Moth in disbelief the principal could ask such a dumb question.
“You know, our dear sir Humblerumb Patch is going to retire the second we find a new head critter teacher.” Mehey looked at his pupil trying to hide the sly look on his face. “You know everyone in here better than I do, my dear Moth Anne. Anyone you would pick as a candidate? Anyone smart and trustworthy?”
Mo became a bit nervous. “It's not true that I know everyone better! I just have many friends, I never welcomed anyone into Dreamland. But my opinion is that Enner would be perfect for the job.”
“I don't know, they are a bit new to the topic. You can't learn everything you need for this job in two months, three weeks and one day. We need someone who learned about magic beasts since birth. Maybe someone who has been a beast. Someone who can turn into one whenever they please. You know, experience is the way to learn.”
“You aren't talking about ME, right? Being a bugshifter does not make me good in being a head teacher in any subject.” Mo was going insane. She always was when someone complimented her.
“Ho-ho-ho! Now you get it! Of course I am taking about you, my dear student. You were picked in my own class for a reason. I saw a great future ahead of you. And you didn't disappoint in getting it. You earn my trust with every achievement. You are talented in absorbing and passing on knowledge. You have great social skills. And you love learning about animals. I wouldn't be surprised if you were the next life.”
Moth was almost crying. It was such a big responsibility, and she would disappoint everyone by denying it. But she would disappoint as well by messing up. “I… I am not ready for this” came out of her mouth.
“I can take the role while you get ready.” the principal smiled. “It's nothing for me.”
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“I'm so sorry!” cried the bugshifter.
“It's fine. We all bump into others sometimes.” said Lizabeth. “Although you are usually more careful. What's on your mind?”
“I was just thinking of the day when I got the head teacher role” shyly replied Moth.
“The day nine years ago?”
“Yeah…”
“You know, fire and water destroyed another beast today. It sure was at fight.” changed the subject Liz. She really wanted to tell about it.
“That's great!” Mo tried to act interested, but she didn't really care about fights. “Any academy news?”
“None yet. But I have a feeling there will soon. Oh my skies, time to go! Dream rulers meeting isn't gonna happen without principals! Gee-tee-gee!”
Moth just started thinking about her life again.

Daily #3
11/3/2024
307 words

I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new empire. - @dragontoothless123

A/N: For context, they're playing Settlers of Catan.

“Yes!” Charlie bumps her fist up in the air, as the second die slows to reveal a five. “It's an eight!”
She quickly grabs three wood cards and one sheep. A collective groan escapes Stella and Winston.
“What? Anyways,” Charlie continues, leafing through her cards, “I'm going to build two roads and does anyone have wheat? I offer two clay.”
Winston pushes his hand of cards towards her. “Take it, take all my cards and let's be done with this game already,” he mumbles, forehead against the table.
“Winston!” Stella glares at him while Charlie puts down eight resource cards and places a settlement down where Stella and Charlie's roads meet, effectively cutting her off.
“Just let her win,” Winston says, not lifting his head. “It's too late; let's get to bed.”
“No! Charlie,” Stella whips her head around, pointing at the blue settlement, “why would you do that? I could have won on my turn!”
Charlie gasps in mock innocence. “I was just protecting my people. You see, by blocking you, I have brought peace, freedom-”
“Peace?!”
“-and justice!” Charlie says firmly, pointing at the robber placed on the ore hex with her city and settlements surrounding it. “You deprived me of my resources and I’ll deprive you of yours.”
Stella rolls her eyes and holds her hand out. “Fine, give me the dice then. It's my turn.”
“Nuh-uh, I'm not done,” Charlie pulls the dice closer to herself and flips over a development card. “I had a hidden victory point; I win.”
Winston straightens. “Finally!” He grabs the resource cards and starts sorting them out. “Uh, can I put those away?” He points to the cards stuck in Stella's death grip.
She sighs, releasing the tension in her body as she drops the cards. “I'm going to bed first; clean up the game without me.”

Dreamland academy
Prologue
Aliyah lived a normal life. So normal, it was… Predictable. Dull. Going with the flow, never disturbed by unforeseen events that could noticeably change it for better or worse in any way.
In other words, just plain BORING.
Boring boring boring.
Every morning she woke up, had one of her favourite breakfasts (either waffles with strawberry jam or chocolate ice cream with chocolate chips covered in chocolate), brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, got dressed, grabbed her lunchbox and went to school.
Every day, she spent all day learning about stuff she would never use in the future.
Every evening, she had one of her least favourite suppers (either fish with mushrooms or potato mash with pineapple), brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, changed into her pajamas, climbed in her bed and fell asleep.
Every night, she spent all night sleeping with no dreams.
And the cycle repeated…
Untill one day.
not plot related: why did word counter say it's 11th - 12th grade reading level :/

daily #3 ✦ welcome to the chaos ✦ 447 words
based off of the word “Welcome” in @HermioneVoiceActress's bio

You're standing outside of a mansion, eyes wide, breath stopping and stuttering as you adjust to your new reality. This isn't where you were a moment before, but your memories start here, under the moon in the dark.
A sign is pasted to the door in swirling cursive, inviting your eyes to swoop along the lines like a hawk descending in judgement from the heavens on a sparrow and lifting again, missing its prey.
Welcome
In smaller letters beneath, to the chaos.
You don't know why or how you're here, or where here is.
But you're smiling as you open the door and walk inside.

There's light, and noise, blinding you for a moment before resolving into a huge room full of people talking and laughing. A girl notices your confusion and comes over, smiling widely. “Hello! I'm Alana. You look new, have you been here before?”
You shake your head. “No- I don't know how I got here. But,” you pause and look wistfully at how much fun everyone seems to be having. “The sign said welcome, so I came in. Is that okay?”
She laughs and takes you by the hand. “It's better than okay, it's awesome. Come on, welcome to the chaos.”
You're still confused, and a little lost. But you wouldn't miss this for anything, and you follow her into the crowd.

“NEW DAILY JUST DROPPED!” a girl wearing glasses shouts, pointing to a large screen on one of the walls. Words scroll across it before settling into place, and you see the word “points” before your attention is drawn back to the girl, who's waving and yelling to other people around her. She notices you and walks over, extending a hand with a friendly smile. “Hey! I'm Chuey, Scratch Writing Camp's chaos maker. I eat toes.”
“Uh-” you say, but you're cut off by several other people who shout as one. “NO. No. Chuey, we are not starting the toe wars again.”
She pretends to pout, but then shakes it off and continues. “Anyways! Like I said, I'm Chuey, and these-” she points to the people closest to her- “are Vi, Dawn and Mabel. We can all help you get to know the place.”
Vi and Dawn wave, and Mabel grins and gestures to the screen. “You can hop right in and start writing towards this daily,” she says.
You nod eagerly, and Alana hands you a piece of paper and a pen. “Go make some magic! But don't start any wars, please. Chuey,” she said, raising an eyebrow at the girl (who's eating what looks like…fingernails??) “does enough of that already. Have fun, and-”
“Welcome to the chaos!” they all chorus.

03.

It is in the light spring when I first glimpse you. The air is mild with the promise of the sun yet raindrops hang in the sky, a constant light shower bringing a rainbow to the heavens. And you are the whisper of dusk, shadow and petrichor, stark amidst the sea of beiges and creams. Your hair, dark and coiled at your neck. Your eyes pierce me as you sway past, there and then gone.

I couldn’t get the image out of my head for days, of your lucid expression, the way you moved as though you were merely a visitor in this world, floating through. Oh, I was enchanted from the first sight of you, desperately trying to recreate the feeling in my own world, which was filled with only disagreement and stress.

And I see you again, in the local library, your arms cradling a stack of colourful covers threatening to spill over onto the carpeted floor, and you glance up at me, coils of hair falling into your face, and you ask,

“Could I have some help with this, please?”

And the rest of the afternoon blurs into hours of conversation on anything and everything, the words spilling out of my mind. We talk as only the closest of friends would, with refreshing candour and a passionate urgency. We talk, a wall of discarded books around us, until the library nears closing time and we part ways. I am about to say how nice it was, how I would love to have your company again soon, how we should keep in touch, when you grin, turn, and walk out the door, your goodbyes already said. I try to catch up, but in the fading light, in a matter of seconds you are only a smudge in the distance, and I lean against a wall, deep in contemplation.

I keep my hopes up and my eyes sharp, looking for the tell-tale signs of your presence, and yet I never see you again. Oh, but I want you to know, no matter how far apart we are, I’ll be thinking about you; I’ll always want to be your friend, and I hope you’ll be mine too.

daily n3!
bully trio fic where luna is bullied by alia and cj for being tiny
ft. alana and reese :D

“For the last time!! I. Am. Not. Short!” Luna yelled at CJ and Alia, who both looked at each other, not at all convinced.
“Sure you are.” Alia said sarcastically. CJ, instead of agreeing with her, just chuckled at Alia’s distinctive Texan accent. As if she had read his mind, Alia turned around and glared at him. CJ looked down.
Someone knocked on the door, interrupting the silence.
“Hey guys!” Alana and Reese greeted the trio excitedly. “What are you fighting about today?”
“Alia and CJ are ganging up on me and saying I'm short!!” Luna complained, hoping Alana would be on her side.
“I'm sorry, but have you measured yourself?” Alana replied in a sweet and angelic voice, still with a smile on her face.
Alia and CJ stood up at the same time. From this view, Luna looked even shorter. Just looking down on Luna, they were already intimidating her. She tried to come up with some comebacks. They all backfired on her though.
“B… but- but you're a toddler CJ! You can't possibly be taller!”
“I had a growth spurt.” He smiled genuinely. Alia patted his head.
“Yeah, he is a big boy now!” She almost looked like a proud mother.
“Okay, just, bye.” Luna stood up as well, fed up with Alia and CJ's lies, and revealed her true height.
By this point, Alana and Reese had already grabbed some popcorn and were enjoying the fight.
“Reese!” CJ yelled out, in a last attempt to frustrate Luna even more.
“What? Huh? What does Reese have to do with-” Luna tried to defend herself. “Reese is neutral. Right?” All three members of the Bully Trio looked at Reese, who was suddenly feeling very anxious.
“Me? I- I mean, Luna, Alia and CJ are kinda-” Reese tried to calm them down.
“Don't. You Dare.” Luna sounded very menacing. But CJ and Alia were right.
“Yee-haw! Tell her, Reese!” Alia shouted out.
“Luna, the truth is… you are teeny tiny.”
“Thank you, Reese, for confirming that.” CJ said calmly as Luna ran out the room. He also walked out.
Alia rode out on a horse like a true cowgirl from Texas.
Alana and Reese looked at each other.
“Just another day with them three.”

November 3rd:

In today's daily we're going to get to know our cabinmates better! To start off, head on over to the profile of someone in your cabin that you don't really know and have a little chat - introduce yourself, and get to know them. From there, use any phrase written in their bio/wiwo as a prompt to write a 300 word story. Completing this daily will earn you 250 points, with an extra 200 points for sharing proof. Have fun, and here's to an amazing session filled with new friendships and memories!

Author's Notes:
▸ I chose the phrase “Animal Crossing” from @squiddingaround's profile, which is probably the least prompt-like phrase I could've chosen, but hey it works!

Animal Crossing: New Horizons (commonly abbreviated to ACNH) is a game on the Nintendo Switch. It’s a game in which you decorate your own island. You plant flowers, shrubs and trees. You can craft things using Do-It-Yourself (DIY) benches and place them down. Like the name suggests, there are animals in the game. These animals are your villagers. They reside on your island and you can chat to them. There are hundreds of villagers in the game, so you can “scout” which ones you want to bring to your island using Nook Island Tickets.

I have Animal Crossing and it’s quite a fun game! I’m a very artsy person and I love games where you decorate things. I don’t play it all the time, though, nor is it my favourite game. I usually play it for a few weeks straight then don’t pick it up again for like three months. It’s one of those games where thinking of playing it seems boring, since there’s so little to do. But when you pick it up, there’s actually so many things to explore and interact with. I don’t bother to play it a lot, but I still love it.

My current villagers are Lolly, Maggie, Renee, Mac, Ozzy, Ellie, Eloise, Sally, and Shep. At least I think that’s who they are. I may have more, but if I do, I forgot them. Sorry about that. I haven’t played the game in a while, ever since school started again, I believe. I’ll probably pick it up again one day, but that day probably isn’t today. Or is it? Writing this has inspired me to play the game, but still, I probably won’t play it just yet.

I know that the description says to write a story about the person’s bio or what I’m working on. I’m not quite sure if an informative text (as my Writing teacher would say) counts as a story, but I did write about my own experience playing the game, so maybe it does count. I would probably write an actual fictional text if I had a lot of time, but given the fact that I woke up a few hours ago and I’m writing this approximately an hour before the deadline, I’m just working on a quick informational piece. I’ll try to work on an actual piece with my characters in the next daily, if I can.

I love Scratch Writing Camp!

Word Count: 404

Daily 3: Bio/Wiwo Story
word count - 460 words

prompt: “Don't be afraid of spiders! Spiders are your friends” from Via's profile.

As the sun began to set across the horizon, we knew it was time. This journey had been postponed for long enough, and lives were at stake. Despite not originally wanting to know, people were depending on my and I didn't want to be the sole reason behind our kingdom's downfall. The trek across the moutains was not an easy one, it never was to begin with, but doing it on a broken heart is never easy. I wanted to cry. I needed to scream.

My echoes were cast into the shadows of the night as my eyes were glued to the moon. It was only just appearing, but I could definitely feel its intense precense as it shone down on me. On these windy nights I would dream. Dream of a world free of war, dream of a world where I wasn't alone… dream of a world where everything made sense and I was ok.

Misty, my younger sister, followed my tracks. She didn't stop one bit, but I could see that she was tired. Her breath was hoarse and her eyes glimmered with a sense of sadness. I could tell that this journey was taking a toll on her, after all, why would anyone want to travel halfway across the world when their family is surrounded by danger? I know I wouldn't, so I couldn't even imagine how she must be feeling.

“Hey, you alright..?” Brushing her brown bangs back, I saw her hazel eyes dripping, with tears as she started at me with pity.

“I can't do this anymore, Cassidy. How much longer do I have to keep hoping that they'll be alright.”

Her sadness was justified - I couldn't help but wonder the same. Was I just making a mistake following their orders? It all felt like a nightmare, every turn leading to a worse outcome. I just desperately needed a break, a day to just sit there in the silence. Lost in my own thoughts, I suddenly felt a cold shiver down my spine.. something was crawling up my leg. With a look of terror, I screamed.

Suddenly, Misty motioned towards my leg, “Don't be afraid of spiders! Spiders are your friends.”

“WHAT?! Are you serious? Get it off of me please..” The last thing I needed was to have spiders all over me, yet to Misty, this all seemed like another game. I was glad to finally see a smile on her face, and I guess in those terms, it was worth it. Seeing her smile for what was to be the last time almost felt like a warm embrace. A final goodbye.

Ever since his death, I’ve learned to talk to others. Not those in the tribe, they’re too scared, they pity me. They pity me for what I have become and for what I won’t do. For letting the wolves free after their crime against me. For grieving the loss of every single one I’ve held dear.

Rainbow died the same day at the same time, the kindest wolf I had ever met. The one wolf who did all she could to make me smile. Whether I wanted to or not, whether I felt I was allowed to, she stayed with me, and now she’s gone. Now Sol hates me as well.

I mourn the loss of him, though he fought, he was the same. We tussled. We argued, he was the most infuriating wolf I’ve known and yet I wouldn’t be the chief I am today without him bettering me. I always said he wouldn’t be with rainbow if not for me, and yet Rainbow wouldn’t be gone if not for me. Rainfall wouldn't be gone if not for me.

I begin to cry at even the thought of his name, the gentle timbre of his voice. He calmed me down, he freed me, when I felt my duties were all too much. My only love, my only life, shot in front of me. I wish I were in his place.

And so I disappeared. Became a husk of who I was. Everyone saw. No one cared, no matter, it’s not as though I deserved it, I lost my ability to care. I have a daughter. I had a daughter. I don’t believe she thinks of me as a mother. I’m the only one to blame. And now everyone is gone, I cannot even bear to pick up the pieces. So instead I talk to the stars. They always listen. If only they would answer.

fourteen years i had been walking, and i had seen much of the land that was once kept secret from me. my horizons broadened immensely with each new day, with each new step, revealing my path anew to me. in whose footsteps am i following, i asked myself often early on in my journey. but this question quickly fell away once i met a young girl — though hardly could she have been much younger than i was, when i set out — in a small city, living with her grandparents. she was naive, as i had once been, but talked of setting out on pilgrimage, as her grandmother wished. though her forebearers traveled often, she had never left her city. and i has been like that once, so naturally i encouraged her. she posed the question to me— why was i walking, and where was i going? i was frustrated with my lack of satisfying answer, so i asked questions of her until her brain tired and she bid me a good night. not my finest moment, i will admit, but i simply was working through problems the way i see best. you see, in the first month of my travels, i met a man who has been most influential in my life, a man who never answered a question, and scarcely spoke without asking one. he called himself an asker, not a follower, and thought of himself as a free thinker. i don’t know what i think about that. i do not think it would add any value to my life, to only think or speak in questions, but certainly i gain things from my conversations, from adding to my collection of wisdoms, from asking questions when it is needed and from skipping town when the time comes. fourteen years of walking, and i did not tire.

Word War with Herm
11/3/2024
239 words

He got the feeling that maybe he shouldn't have made the bargain with that unicorn.
“What do you mean, only got 3 days to live?” Garreth shouted, baring his sword.
“Exactly what I said,” the unicorn responded. “You have what you want, the potion and the map to guide your footsteps home, but it comes at the cost of your life.”
“That's not what I bargained for,” he snarled, his knuckles white from gripping the hilt of his sword. “I only asked for a way home and that a price will be negotiated afterwards!”
The unicorn galloped slowly around him. “And this is me negotiating. I only have so long to live; I'm not immortal, you know.”
Garreth's eyebrows furrowed. “Then how-”
“How have I lived so long?” The unicorn asked, stopping in front of his face. “I live off of the lives of my bargainers of course.” The low laugh sends chills in Garreth's body. “I can give you what you want, and in return, I get an extended life. Seems fair to me.”
“Oh come on! How is that fair? You give me everything I need in order to get home, but only three days? How much of my life did you take?” Garreth lifts his sword higher, taking hesitant steps forward.
“I didn't take much, only a year,” The unicorn turned away from Garreth. “Really, I would ask for more, but I decided to spare you.”

Word war 1!
“As in violent? Is this some sort of weird poetic insult or something?” Elizabeth asked as they sat on the wood floor of Isaiah’s cottage. As much as he seemed to despise her, it was nice his grandparents weren’t the same. They might be the nicest adults she had ever met, most were selfish, lazy, they claimed to care when they didn’t/ But his grandparents gave her and Mary-Anne a home, food, everything they needed after trekking in the cold for days. Their stoic, know it all grandson? Not so much.

He let out a sigh, bringing his hand to his face as he rebandaged the wound on her arm. “No, I mean literally. Our world is black and white, you’re the red one, and as much as you want me to be green, I want nothing to do with this journey you’re going on,” He said to her bluntly. She didn’t expect him to say that, he was rude but only when she became all passionate. Maybe he was only mean to her because she was mean to him first? Nah, that wouldn’t make sense. Anyone who wouldn’t do anything in their power to fulfil the prophecy has to be as terrible as she thinks them to be.

She hears him say under his breath, “Though in hindsight, I agree with what you said.”

Boop- deleted as it was sort of heavy for scratch <3

Word War #1 vs. @essayist
@CleverComment: “in a world of black and white, you would be red.”

In a world of black and white, you would be red. Why? I don’t know. You just stand out, basically. You literally flaunt in red. Red lipstick, red shoes, scorching red jackets and hats and eyeshade. How do you do it? How do you strut around, sparkling in jewels and bright clothes without caring about anything? I’d just be black, fading into the crowd. I’d be fine with that. I don’t need to stand out. But you, somehow, you always manage to stand out somehow. In a room where everybody is wearing pink, including you, you’d still find a way to make yourself known. The substitute teacher today didn’t know the names of anybody, not even the popular kids, except for you. Really. How? My name is one of the simplest names ever. Yours has so many vowels and other letters. It took me 3 weeks to remember how to properly spell it, you know. I still struggle with pronouncing it from time to time. Not just time to time, really. All the time. Your name is really cool, don’t get me wrong! But it’s just hard, you get what I mean? Anyways, back to my point. Why do you always stand out? How are you not afraid? How do you do it? Maybe I shouldn’t compare myself. I’m so interested. How. Genuinely how do you do all of that without any fear in the world? How? That’s crazy.

Word Count: 239
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