swc megathread ⌕ nov 2024

booklover883322

Word War Proof
Prompt Used: “in a world of black and white, you would be red.”
Word Count: 137

I glanced at my hands, not sure what to say. The doctor looked at me, looking concerned a bit disgusted. But yet, here it was. I was red. I could see colors, but just red. The doctors were all going to study me for hours, I could just feel it. I loved being able to see color, but now that my vision was exposed, my life would go downhill considererably. It was such an issue, but I didn’t see why. It was just color! Why was it such a crime? The world is much more vibrant, and I have a new appreciation for the world around me. Is that such a bad thing? I have no idea, but I needed to get out of this before things could escalate. It would be scary, btu I could rebel.

(this makes no sense, *sob* and the spelling errors are atrocious-)

therealfender

11.03.24 DAILY
“Ice” – @Ic3p0p

+217

Old blue eyes stared out across a frothy white sea from their perch upon the ship's main deck, and a biting wind whipped through the first mate's pepper-blonde hair. The first mate looked up at the ponderous clouds overhead and made note of the gentle snowflakes threatening to drag the temperatures even lower than they were currently. She sighed, and turned to look back toward the captain of the ship. His grey beard was thick and wispy, with frosted tips from the subzero climate of the North. "I reckon there'll be ice come t'morrow,“ the first mate said as she made her way up the creaky wooden steps that led to the ship's wheel. The captain nodded and allowed his wife a small smile before returning to his present task. ”Helen, we've braved these ‘ere waters ’or twenty years. Not even a bit of ice could slow us down,“ he said. A stubborn streak ran through the man's calloused hands as he gripped the steering wheel of the ancient craft, His wife came quietly to his side and rested her hand knowingly on his shoulder. ”Aye, but one of these days you'll haft to accept it: eventually, the ice will chase us off.“ The captain patted the ship's creaking bones fondly. ”Aye, that we might."

Milkysplash

November 4th Daily & Word Wars Proof for November 4th

War 01 - 5 min - 210 words
Apologies that this is slightly morbid, ahaha, I was watching Mayday over lunch~
This is also non-canon for those of you invested in the Sunshine Bay Universe!

Skylar watched in horror as she saw the plane plough through the airport threshold, knocking out several ILS antennas. She was standing in the control tower, figuring out how best to upgrade the systems at the airport.

Immediately, she turned to the controller-on-duty and requested to be placed in a car. After all, she had been a paramedic before she became a civil engineer, but that was the fault of her life choices, and being incredibly indecisive through sixth form and university.

Jumping in the car, she saw the plane, which - thankfully - wasn’t on fire, but was broken into several pieces on the runway. Jumping out, she tried to begin helping survivors, helping them limp out of the wreckage.

As she did so, she found a young man, trapped under some rubble.

“I need a little help over here!” Skylar yelled, hoping that someone would come over - that the ambulances would come over soon enough.

She knelt down closer to the man. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“I’m dying, aren’t I?” he asked.

Skylar shook her head. “You’re not dying on my watch. Just, please, stay with me, okay? I need you to stay with me, help is coming, alright?”

“I- I’m okay,” he said. “Please, just let me go.”

War 02 - 5 min - Prompt “Are they in charge? They look like a five-year-old in a tux.” - 138 words + 6 to finish scene
Anything in red is stuff I wrote after the timer ended, as I wanted to finish the lil scene. I wrote 138 words for the war. This was handwritten to even the playing field with the person I was warring with!
Is this canon? Probably. As always, Mira either belongs to myself or Hope.

“Are they in charge?” Lauren heard a customer ask. “They look like a five year old in a tux.”

Lauren’s eyes perked up. Was that about me? She wondered. She was the youngest person dressed formally working at the restaurant, but she could not recall looking anywhere close to a five year old in a tux.

Looking at her cousin Mira, she said, “Hey, Mira! Bet you five quid they were talking about me.”

Mira grinned. “You’re on,” she smiled.

Nervously, Lauren walked up to the customer. “There’s the lady who looks like a five year old in a tux!” she heard.

“Excuse me, sir, but I heard you describe one of our employees as a five year old in a tux. Care to elaborate?”

“No- no, no you didn’t heard that,” He corrected.

From behind, Mira slipped the five pound note to Lauren.

Last edited by Milkysplash (Nov. 4, 2024 15:19:17)

-WildClan-

“ᴘᴀsᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ” from @avia–’s profile, a lyric from the song “Past Lives.”

Too late, they saw the monster’s grotesque form lunging up from behind them. Before they could raise their weary arms to block the blow, they were struck down, the last of their health bleeding away.
Their vision faded to black.
Their mind fell silent.
And they died.
They awoke with a gasp, clutching their chest where the monster had crushed it. Their heartbeat was steady. Their lungs filled with air. No bloody scars were carved across their skin.
A large arrow pointing down the path ahead hovered right beside them, urging them to move. They got to their feet, their muscles refreshed and ready to go.
There was really only one thing to do, and that was to follow the path onward. The arrow blinked insistently. They broke into a jog, and though the road was bumpy and full of holes, they navigated it with a practiced ease.
Before they could go very far, however, they noticed an odd ghostly figure running beside them. It looked just like them and moved in almost the same patterns, but was slightly out of sync. They frowned. Pushing themselves to move a little faster, they broke away from the ghost and continued forward, breathing heavily.
Unfortunately, in their haste, they completely forgot about the trap.
They were supposed to jump over the section of ground covered in leaf litter, but this time, they stumbled right into it, shouting in fear when they realized what they’d done.
But it was too late.
The leaves crumbled away beneath them and they fell, down, down into the abyss.
They didn’t know when they hit the bottom, only that the light from above faded out, and all went black.
Their mind fell silent.
And they died.
They awoke with a shudder, stumbling to their feet. Their breath came in steady, even pulses, showing no signs of tiredness.
The arrow blinked beside them. Keep going, it said.
So they did.
They moved slower this time, more carefully, and when the ghostly figure appeared, they did not try to race it. This time, there was a second ghost, and it moved slightly faster than the first one.
Neither reacted to each other, nor to them when they followed just behind.
They watched as the second ghost reached the trap first, stumbling into it and falling. They and the first ghost cleared the jump one after the other, making it safely to the solid ground on the other side.
They continued on.
When the monster appeared, they knew to spin around to catch it sneaking up from behind, stopping it before it could lunge. The first ghost fell, dissolving into mist, as they defeated the beast.
They continued on alone.
Congratulations, player, said the game. You completed the level on your third try!
A portal opened up before them, and with a smile of relief, they leapt through.
Onwards.

TheDisney_Writer

November 4th Daily: Word Wars

Prompt: @-KenzieCamps- : “Five hosts… Five hosts…three days left to destroy them all.”
Time: 2 minutes
Words: 345 words

The TV crackled with freight. The room was cold, like a ghost was lingering. I tried to scream, but my shouts were muted by the thick piece of tape over my mouth. My hands and feet were tied. My mount was covered. The only sound was the sound of water. I tried to move when a shadow creeped in the distance. I stayed silent, hoping it wouldn’t notice me. It spoke, “Hello Kiana Sanchez. We have been waiting.” A hand reached toward my mouth and pulled the towel down. I took a breath, praying I could get home to my family. The shadow moved to a couch which I did not notice before. The shadow turned on the light and I got a better look at him. He was a tall surly man with an evil grin on his face. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a black tie. He looked like he was serious which I knew he was. “I see that you have considered that you are chained to this very chair. I am terribly sorry for that. We need a certain… task that needs to be complete before we release you. Look closely at the television. You will need the details.” The man grabbed the remote, pressed a few buttons before the news came on. The reporter spoke in an urgent voice. She said, “Reports of a scandal has happened in 42nd street and we recommend that all residents stay inside and stay hidden. This is not a drill so please grab all your supplies before the lockdown takes place. Meanwhile, 5 singing superstars had risen to stardom in less than 2 hours. Their names, Halie Kalk, Sasha Westley, Jonah Fosley, Penelope Johnson, and Trenton Vile, have started to become more recognized by the hour as champions of musical arts. We all wish them luck in the-“The man turned the TV off and looked at me with a cold, blank stare and a grim smile. “Have you discovered the assignment? You get three days. I will allow assistance from one person you trust dearly for this task. Understand? I just need them gone.”

Last edited by TheDisney_Writer (Nov. 5, 2024 01:33:52)

-NightGlow-

Word War
Prompt - “in a world of black and white, you would be red.”
word count - 151 words

Echoes in the distance, I could hear screams and cries. Something was about to go down, and it was going to be big.. I had no doubt. For some time we knew of them, people who were going to come and destroy everything we thought of as humanity. The nature, the grass, loved ones, it was all going to end with one last blow. I cried into the night, the moon up in the sky as it illuminated the ground below. I was living in a nightmare, what was once a fairytale turned into a dream, yet it had somehow become something more. It was as if the end of time was near and I could feel the cold dark air trickling down my spine. There was only one way to get out of this everlasting darkness, and I didn't know if I could handle it. I knew my time was

Dawn_Camps

ignore <3

Last edited by Dawn_Camps (Nov. 6, 2024 04:00:13)

Duckily_the_Great

-Word War #1-
(with @pixzunami)
Winner: @pixzunami

Word total: 244 words
Time: 5 minutes
Notes: Just a little bit all over the place, ya know?

She sat on her porch, looking around at the autumn sky. A steaming cup of hot chocolate warmed her hands as she watched the multi-colored leaves fall from the trees surrounding her chair. Her rocking chair creaked as she sat back farther in it, and she pulled out a book, Keeper of the Lost Cities. She turned to the first page and began to read. Immediately enveloped in the book, she was lost in the story line, turning page after page as she immersed herself in the antics and heroics of the heroine, Sophie. She took another sip of her hot chocolate and a deep breath. Looking down at her book, she realized she’d already read many, many pages. Who would’ve known that a book people had been telling her to read for forever, that she had said “No!” to so many times, could be so amazing? How could this be possible? How had she had such terrible foresight? The only thing she knew was that Keeper of the Lost Cities was an amazing book. She couldn’t wait to finish the first one and move on to the next book in the series. The serene landscape held her focus a bit longer. She could hear the rustling of the beautiful fall leaves and the calls of migrating birds. And as she looked to the sky, perfect puffs of clouds drifted overhead, leaving her speechless. This was why she loved the fall. This perfect, amazing season.

Last edited by Duckily_the_Great (Nov. 5, 2024 19:55:20)

silverlynx-

Silvi's Thread

In - Cabin Daily
330 words

I ran my hand over the diving suit, the smooth thick material yielding to my strong grip. I shivered as I put it on, a chill running down my spine. My first ever dive. Anything could happen.
“Are you all ready to go, Alice?” My instructor called from across the boat, grinning at me.
I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes. I blinked them open again.
“Uh-huh!” I answered back shakily.
I looked down at my feet, clenching my fists, biting my lip, my legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Ok, Alice, so I want you to do exactly what we practised just now. Good to go?”
I nodded, a lump forming in my throat.
“And go!” Miss Tenner yelled excitedly. “I’ll be right behind you!”
I glanced behind me, my eyes widening in fear.
“Jump!”
I jumped.

A cold tingle ran through my body. I opened my eyes. I was surrounded by fizzing bubbles and rushing water. A roaring current pulled my body off balance, sending me tumbling into the inky water.
“Help!” I called, but I knew my voice would be practically inaudible.
Tears sprung to my eyes, running down my flushed cheeks as my breathing grew steadily faster and faster.
“Help!” I repeated, more loudly.
Then everything went black.

My eyelids fluttered open.
“W-Where am I?” I murmured.
Then it all came flooding back to me. How was I alive?
“Where am I?” I yelled desperately, “Help me!”
I was propped up on a peeling ancient chair. Very similar chairs surrounded me, along with towering yellowing poles to the ceiling. A bright red sign jumped out at me. ‘Please mind the gap between the train and the platform.’
“I-I’m on a train.” I whispered breathlessly.
“Good observation!” Exclaimed a cheerful voice.
I stood up swiftly, startled out of my thoughts.
“Where am I?” I asked furiously.
“Ok - sit down, it’s ok!” They laughed.
“I’m CD, and this is Ever and Silvi! Welcome to the Dreamscape!”
“WHAT?”

Natt519

Word war for paranormal! Bit of a rambling of what was going through my head ngl but it still counts lol (246 words)

One of Earth's greatest mysteries (if you want to call it that) is about the supernatural. Are they real? Are they fake? Are they sort of real, just not what we think they are?

The last concept is probably the most likely. The Loch Ness monster? It could be a giant eel, or maybe it's just some really big fish. Now, I know some people actually believe in the supernatural like that, and that's great, but still, you've got to admit that there's a good chance all of it isn't real. I don't really believe in a lot of it, but here's some that I think could be real, or at least partially real:

Vampires: I'm no expert on vampire legends and history, but ,Abe the tale came from vampire bats. Think about it. Night time, and you're on a farm wherever vampire bats live (I don't actually know). You hear something whooshing outside, so you go out to check it out. Something has attacked one of your animals. You think, what if it's a vampire?! But really, it's just a bat.

Next: bigfoot. There are “pictures”, I'm sure. Think about it though. It could just be a human. Or maybe, is you really want to stretch it, some leaves and branches that look like a giant monkey guy. In reality, it could be anything like that. Who knows? The supernatural is a mystery that maybe we'll never solve. Maybe it is real. Maybe it isn't.

lliu_11

daily 04

It’s time for another SWC classic: the flower daily! During Victorian times, people often sent each other secret messages through flower arrangements. In 300 words, write a piece that includes at least 3 different flowers, incorporating their unique meanings into your work. This will earn you a total of 350 points, with an additional 150 points for sharing proof!

I wish you were here.
The room is lonely without you, without your sweet voice echoing through the halls. Without your smile, your laughter, your dance.
The walls are painted a dreary shade of white. Plain white, devoid of any color or cheerfulness. The rooms are clean but too clean all at once, the places so bare that it hurts.
“We’ll paint the walls sunny yellow. It’ll be our dream house, and it’s going to be perfect. You’ll see.”
That’s what you said, the day I thought my dream came true. But I’ll never be able to dream again, because a dream is no dream if it doesn’t include you.
I sigh and glance at the windowsill. A vase sits there, filled with pink flowers. I take a closer look and recognize the pale pink petals of forget-me-nots.
You told me there would be flowers everywhere in our dream house. You loved flowers, but your favorite was the snowdrop. “Snowdrops represent hope, you see,” you said, smiling. And the next day, when I bought you snowdrops, you held the bouquet close to your heart and ran home dancing.
I turn my head, and my gaze falls on the clock resting on the dining room table. I spin around, back to the windowsill, startled. It is not like me to lose track of time.
It’s time to say goodbye.
I turn the knob of the door and head outside. There is nowhere for me to go.
There’s a spot of green in the distance. It’s your favorite park.
I run towards it. I run, even once I’ve run out of breath. I keep running and running, in a jagged but steady rhythm, until I’m left gasping.
I collapse onto the grass, beside the sidewalk.
Next to me are purple amaranthus. I know I’ve reached the park, because the amaranthus is always here. Out of all the names and meanings of flowers you taught me, this one is the one I remember best right now, because this flower means immortality.
How I wish for immortality sometimes…
I pull out the slip of paper from my pocket and skim over the words one more time. I finish reading, but I don’t want to put the piece of paper away, so I admire the handwriting itself. Your handwriting was always so neat.
I keep clutching the paper, clinging onto it until there are creases on it.
Finally I stop and look up into the sky. I think I see amaranthus.
“Memories are immortal,” I whisper. And it’s true.

word count: 424 words <3

Last edited by lliu_11 (Nov. 5, 2024 01:18:00)

-NightGlow-

Word War
Prompt - “let it be know that it wasn't my intention to meet smarlls on new year eve”
word count - 159 words

As the sun began to gleam across the horizon, I knew the time was coming! I couldn't believe that it had actually been a year since the last one.. when it all went horribly wrong. Or I mean, I guess some would see it as an opportunity. It truly depends who you're asking their. But in my point of view, I definitely remember it as a night like no other. It still seems so weird to think, as the snow was gently falling, bit by bit, there lay footsteps on the ground. I followed them, eager of what secrets I might unlock if I went down the path. Through the dark alleyways I scavenged, scurrying in the darkness not entirely sure what evil I was going to face but what I did now was that the magical gem in my hand would save me from whatever was lurking. It had done so thus, far and I had no doubt

ChueyTheCat

Word war proof - 239 words (it's very bad)
I didn’t know how I had ended up with the goat across from me at the table, on New Year’s Eve, no less, but I had no intention of letting him stay there. I didn’t even know his name.
“Uh, bye,” I told him in no small um whatever help my brain blanked anyways I told the goat to get out. He shook his horns at me and wouldn’t leave. Then he ate all my dinner. “AAA” I shouted, and threw a plate at him. It broke but he still didn’t go away so I stuffed him in a tux and fed him pasta. He didn’t seem to like that but I laughed at him and then booted him out the door so I could enjoy my dinner in peace. AND THEN HE WAS BACK. Sitting there smirking at me like there was no tomorrow. “GO AWAY GOAT” I said but he didn’t. “Ugh this is terrible, what will I do? It's New Year’s in thirty minutes and I’m not having the new day spoiled by this goat. I have to do something to fix this mess.” So I booted him out the door again into a pile of snow and then sat down to eat pasta. He didn’t come back this time so I assumed I was safe but to make sure I locked the door and put a chair on it and then put on a rainbow wig.

Alfalfa78

Daily!
lichen - solitude
yew - sorrow
snowdrop - hope

Val carefully made her way down the path. Path was maybe an understatement. More so the least overgrown way through the forest. Moss had softened her fall more times than she'd like to admit, and lichen covered the sides of rocks and trees, reaching up to the sky, or what little could be seen through the branches of the trees.

This was a new path, one she hadn't taken before, and boy was it a lonely one. The woods were almost silent here, not a single animal could be heard. Birds nor deer, some of the most common within the woods, could be seen.

Val shrugged it off, she was being quite loud, singing to herself absently and tripping over tree roots and loose rocks. She only assumed she had scared everything off in her little quest to find some flowers to draw.

It wasn't her fault the only pretty flowers grew deep in the woods, far away from man's touch!

The plant life here was rich and lush. Deep greens and dark browns seemed to be the only colors this far in the forest; the great, thick branches and leaves swallowing up most of the sky, causing what little sunlight to dapple the grass.

Which was why the bright red berries of one bush caught her eye. She hopped over a fallen branch as she made her way over to them, curiosity too strong to resist.

After a quick look, she realized they were yew berries. Dangerous plants that Val was too wary to even touch. She leaned back a fraction, nose scrunching in disgust.

She turned, hopping back over the branch before continuing her not-so-little trek down the not-path.

She was reflecting as she walked. Thoughts absently floating and jumping around from one idea and memory to the next, though lingering on the particularly unhappy ones. The ones she didn't want to think about.

She shook her head, trying to physically shake away the thoughts.

And that's when she spotted another plant, screaming for attention.

White, drooping flowers, tucked away beside a tree, bobbing up and down from the breeze that kicked up.

Val didn't think she would have seen them if she hadn't shaken her head. They were below her eye level, and weren't in the general direction of where she was going.

She kneeled next to them, a smile growing on her face.

Snowdrops!

Not her absolute favorite flower, but certainly a lovely one.

She didn't think it should be growing at this time of year but it made her smile.

It made her just… not think, even for a moment.

It made her feel warm and hopeful for a split second.

She smiled before sitting down, pulling out her journal and hurriedly drawing the flower before her. She ended up losing track of time. And her way.

Dawnflower29

DAILY 5

482 words (of story)

!!! LARGE TW FOR THIS DAILY. PLEASE READ AT YOUR RISK. stay safe pls yalls <3 MENTIONS OF DEATH, LOTS OF EXISTENTIALISM, A LIL BL00D/INJURY, MENTAL HEALTH STRUGGLES, AND….THEY DO USE THE NAME OF GOD A FEW TIMES, BECAUSE A CREATOR IS BASICALLY A GOD. !!!

still here? slay. guess y’all know what I like writing now. :)

flowers used:
- clover (industry/hard work…they’d worked hard to get to the truth)
- peach blossom (‘God’ holds them captive in this…story)
- zinnia (their friends are gone. and it’s all their fault.)

Rayne is not my favorite oc what are you talking about no I’ll never use them again no no no /j /j /j

Rayne could feel their tears dripping down their cheeks. They took off their glasses…and their vision grew blurry. Not because they needed the glasses, no, they didn’t actually have to wear them—but because their emotions had grown so strong. Their eyes burned as they wiped them with the rough fabric of their trench coat. Oh, god…aster, it hurt. It hurt. Their black-and-blonde hair billowed in the cold breeze, the noise of the wind just barely covering up the choked sobs that escaped their chapped and bl33ding lips (ik this is supposed to be serious, but it sounds sounds painfully ✨aesthetic✨ to me lmao).

“God….where is everybody? Why aren’t they here?”

They could feel themselves unconsciously ripping out the stalks of sharp grass beneath their knees as they waited for a response from above, small clovers in between the green plants coming along for the ride in their hands.

….No pop-ups. No ads. nothing from their creator.

“GOD…? Ȁ̫͚̦͉́ͫ͐̅̚͝S̖̹̪̙͚̟̳ͤ̽̒͆ͭ̌̌ͯ͌̀̓͂̈́̇͛͘͢͜͠T̸̳͈͔̗͇̠̲͓̞ͩͧ̀ͨ̅̀ͮ̃͢͝_͉͖͇̯̈͂̈̚Ę̝͔͚̯̲̳ͦ̃ͤͤͭͮ̔̇̚͢͝R̢̙̖̤̊̕͝_̵̧̨̜͉̭̞͈̺͔͈̮͚͓̬̰̩̓̂͗̒̋̔͌̃͆̉͗ͨ̔͒͊́̓͠?_̢̛̱̼̱̠͙̖͎̓̒̓ͮͬ̈̾̈ͩͤͯ͞ ASTER, PLEASE. please…I…”

They tried again, practically whimpering, as a piece of the sawgrass sliced their hand, a small cxt forming on it. Just like all the others a little above that area.

Only a single, ripped notebook fell from the sky, as a…sort of response. Their own notebook, landing in front of them with a soft thump as it hit the grass.

What they’d done threatened to come flooding back to them, a singular, blue text box with a single word in it appearing in the distance.

‘REMEMBER.’

With their uninjured, yet still trembling hand, Ray reached toward the book, fingers gingerly closing around it. Did they want to ‘remember’?

…no.

but it was what God said.

and god always knows best.

…

A familiar voice.
They knew it wasn’t real.

Just an illusion. Something God made to make faer own life better.

“….raynestorm.”

But still.

A hand on their shoulder.

“Promise me you won’t get to̵͉̭͚̣̻͚͚͇̲͕͓̥ͮ̍̽̒̓̆ͩ̃̇ͬ͋ͫͤ̍̋ͯͩ̋ͯ̌̒ͯͩ̕͟͠ͅo̴̡̢̢̧͉̖̰̞̬̦͎̩̪̖̩̥̠̥͚̘͇͚̜̽̅ͧ̈́̂̔ͬ͌ͩ͆͆̕͟ w̷̶̧͓̭̫̻̹̜͚͇̳͔͎̺̒͗͗̀̿͌ͫ͋̋͑ͫ̌ͥ̑͒̈ͮ̚͟͝͞r̵̵̢̤̯̳̳͕͕̻̪̙̭̍͊̎̓͒_͉ͥ͜ą̢̯͈̜͔̱̤̠͇̲̾̔ͬ̊ͣ̔͑͐͗̐̀͋͡_̰̺̩͎͉̮̃̂̎͘͝p̸̜̃̈́ͮp̨̯͍̣̙̗͍̣̖̟̩͍̝͎̹ͫͯͬͥͮͪͬ̿̋̀͡͡e̶̷̵̛̝͖̹͔͚̞̠̥̩͙̥ͩ̋ͧ̉̄ͩ̒ͭ̒̈ͧ̅̇̓͐͊̀͟͞͝͝͞ḑ̷͈̬͙͔̰̩́̎͐̂ͪ̓ͮͩ̊ͥ͜͡ u̶͓̱̱̣͍͐ͧ̄̃̂pͨͬ̋̍̑ i̛̩͓̙̻̯̭̞͛̏_̯͑͢n̛͈̺̲̟ͯ͊͞͝ t̴͎̮̲͕́̕͢_̶̴̨̲̥̬̮̖̙̜̹̱͇̥̍́ͧ̈ͪ̍̚͜͟͝͡͝h̤͖̙̜͎͎̪ͬ̚ͅͅi̶͖_̫͚͊̉ͫ̃s͙̻̲̙͈̻̠̣͖̗ͦ͋ͨͩ̇͑ͪ̓̍̃́̃̔́͘͟͡. “

Xeir words began to distort, xeir grip on their appendage loosening, before the hand wrapped around their neck.

Rayne gasped painfully as they managed to gaze up at a mere….

c̴̢͙̞̜̫̪͖̺̫̣̥͖̪̫ͭ͛ͯ̔̄̎ͨ́̎͆ͯ͗͒̾̚̕͜h̵̸̷̲̳̪̥̪̥̙̱͓͓ͨ̒́̈́͗͑ͫ̓̏͘͘͢͠ͅą̴̶͔̻̫̱̦͍̦̻͔͖ͬ́ͣͧ̀ͭͫ̃͟͜͝ͅŗ̡͓̏͝ͅȃ̝̗͢_̵̛̫̟ͧ̑̎ͫ̏͟͞c̫͙̥͇̻̟̟͈͕̜̹̦̝̅̈́̈ͮͤ͆̃̋̈̅̆͊́̊ͩ͊͒ͣͮ̚̚͢͠t̡̧̧̰̣̗̱̘͖̲͍̮̼̞͓́̿̓̓̂̂ͭͬͬͤ̎ͨ́̇̿͒͠ḝ̺̤͓͔͎̞̍́ͨ͊̕r͓̝̦̱̯̀̓̋ͤ̆͋̏̀̽̔̇ͣ̅͗̔ͦ̓̿̚͜͠ͅ_̼͈̅̀they thought they could love….

….tattered, broken, hurt, yellow zinnia growing out of their eye and all.

“….i…….di…dn’t…”

They managed to choke out, their vision growing white at the edges as the grip around their neck tightened.

“….s…or…rrr…”

They dropped their book as they struggled….and the person character disappeared, along with the pressure on their body.

Ray made a sound similar to a squeak, panting for breath, their hands and knees getting immensely scratched up by the grass they were on. They spoke after a few moments, their voice hoarse and strained.

“…god…aren’t you tired of…t̵͇̭̯̙ͣ̓͠h̸̴͔͕̭̣̝͓̦͈̝̯̳͖̲̲̟̰̲̳̝̺̙́͗̅̇͐̾̋͊̀ͧ̀͟͜͡͡i̼͒̓̀ͭŝ̸̨̲̝͈̺̖̫̃͊̓̿?͓̓͘͟ don’t you…feel bad? I’m just a kid…”

…..

A hesitation.

Before a single, dying peach blossom sprouted from the earth, as if to say….

‘absolutely not.’

chat did I cook with the first part- I actually kinda like it. but I had to put it in forums bc project makes it look kinda sad. pls have mercy on me scratch :(

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November 5th:

It’s time for another SWC classic: the flower daily! During Victorian times, people often sent each other secret messages through flower arrangements. In 300 words, write a piece that includes at least 3 different flowers, incorporating their unique meanings into your work. This will earn you a total of 350 points, with an additional 150 points for sharing proof! A collection of flowers and their meanings can be found here, courtesy of the wonderful Alba: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/741579314/ .

Author's Notes:
▸ I think I usually would've written something better that makes more sense, but I'm kinda rushing this right now haha.
▸ I think this is my first time actually finishing the flower daily? And I've been in the session it was introduced, and every session after that.

Piper sat at her desk, gazing dreamily into space as she clicked her pen. The gentle light of golden hour streamed through the window, illuminating her piece of paper. Reaching a sudden epiphany, she scribbled down a heading:

My Friends if They Were Flowers

She chuckled. It was a silly idea. But she wanted to write a meaningful poem for her friends. It was world gratitude day, after all. How could you get more meaningful than flowers (or, rather flowers and their meanings)? The sweet, sweet scent of roses and daffodils as you strolled through botanical gardens in the warm sunlight… Ah. She smiled before looking down at her paper again. She continued to write down ideas:

Evan
Hyacinths for his rashness.
Wallflowers, not because he’s shy, but because he’s loyal in times of sorrow.

Daniella
Buttercups and daisies for her sunshine-like personality.
Ragged robins for her quick wit and sharp mind.

She grinned, satisfied with what she had done so far, even if it was just ideas. She’d mix it all together into one tasty poem later. For now, though, she’d just brainstorm. Brainstorming was fun! Who would she write about next?

Oh, right.

Piper frowned as she slowly wrote down the next words:

Derek
Sweet peas, due to his sudden departure.
Zinnias for thoughts of absent friends.

She tapped her pen, thinking of more. Ones that actually symbolised his personality.

Fuschias, maybe? She wrote that down, then crossed it out.

She sighed, staring out of her window. The neighbourhood kids were playing jump rope. One of them failed to jump, but another one said something to him. Piper couldn’t make out the words. It seemed to be encouraging, though, because the boy smiled nervously and tried again. He succeeded. They all clapped.

It reminded her of someone. Of someone who never believed in himself at first, but always achieved great things once he tried. It reminded her of herself, just a few months ago, encouraging others and trying to make sure they do their best.

Oh, Derek…
Where did you go?

The kids outside laughed. Even through the window, she could hear their joy.

That gave her an idea.

She crossed out her previous two entries and scribbled:

Periwinkles, for memories and friendship.
Osmundas, for dreams.

She placed her pen down.

There. That was better.

Word Count: 387

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Vienradze

Word War proof - 166 words, according to a counter website.

Fe was crying. Luce sighed helplessly. Sheepishly, she pulled a candle out. “This one… this one is for joy.” “This is STUPID! Dumb!” Fe announced. “What joy is there?” “Joy to the eorld, the Lord has come,” Luce sang. “Huh??” “We can be happy because of the special baby - wish I knew His name. And, even if we don't FEEL happy now… surely, He will give us joy someday? Like when He comes back? Fe nodded and watched Luce light the candle.

Fe woke up at 3am, gasping. ”Fe! What's wrong? Do you need a foctor? Where do I find a doctor? Are you dying?“ Luce interrogates. Fe shook his head. ”Just… just a bad dream “ ”Do you have bad dreams often? Is that why you always wake up in a bad mood?“ Fe nodded. ”Erm… want a peace candle?“ Luce offered. Fe nodded. Then, their dove flied up with a piece of pergament. ”Peace I give to you, My peace I give to you. Let

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“Take the stage.”
I look around. All of the twelve year olds were standing here. We will go up onto the grass ring, and perform the dance of our souls. At that moment, we will be given a flower crown in our flower and our clothes will change color to the color of that flower.
“Alia Lis.”
I step into the ring, magic pulsing through me. I close my eyes, and let the magic fill my bones until it breaks free into the dance. I feel myself bouncing and dancing, moving fast and full. Eventually, the magical feeling fades to a swirling in my heart and I come to a stop. All around me are Chamomiles and my dress is a yellow and white combo.
“Alia, you have been gifted the flower Chamomile. Energy.”
The flowers glow and swirl up and turn into a crown and sit on my head. I move to the side as my sister steps up.
Her dance is slow and graceful, like a swan. Not a single movement is out of place. It’s quite long too. She looks like she is tiring out, but finishes anyway and her clothes turn the shade of sunset. People clap half heartedly. Wise one smiles,
“My dear, you have the flower Ox-eye. Patience. This flower has not shown up for a long time. It is the next one in the list.. I believe you will be the Wise one to replace me.”
Everyone is frozen in shock. This Wise one has been there for as long as we all remember.
“Now, let us continue with the ceremony.”
A few other people finish their dances.
My older brother steps up. People look away. For the last 5 years, he hasn’t received a flower. His dance is circles swirling and jumping, its not very long, but the flowers that pop up chill me. Wise one doesn’t flinch,
“I see… You have received a flower. Foxglove. I trust you know what it means?”
His clothes are purple, the Foxglove crown on his head.
“Yes.”
He turns and walks out of the stage.
Someone gets up from the people watching and runs after him. I remember him. He was a year older than my brother and received Rose.
When the ceremony finishes, my sister goes with the Wise one to begin her training. When I get home, my brother is there, with the Rose boy.
“Hello… Alia.”

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