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cabin planning:
cabin genre: thriller/mystery
inspiration: and then there were none - agatha christie

introduction: the campers have all been kidnapped and taken to a secluded mansion. they are all very confused, and sit down for dinner when the speakerphone comes on and tells them that they are all criminals.
they have committed felonies that are against the law.

incident/conflict: to get out, they must pay for their sins. they need to solve a mystery by working together and trusting each other: something they are not very good at doing. the mystery they must solve is to interview thirteen suspects, and narrow it down to one at the end. these suspects live in other houses on the island and are open for all campers to join.

rising action/conflict: they all interview the suspects and narrow it down to only a couple of people, when news breaks out that every week until the person is found, one person will die… this causes chaos and confusion, but they calm themselves at last.

climax: three people are killed brutally, and it is the last week. the ghosts know who the killers are, but cannot help them. the stakes are up high, but after interviewing and pulling aside the facts, they find out the suspect.

falling action: the suspect breaks out into a fight, and the campers must roleplay to save their world. finally, they kill the suspect and their allies, and all dies down.

resolution: the campers realise that their sins were wrong, and that teamwork and determination are better than living of alone and surviving on bitter vengeance.

part one: storyline description (264 words)

You wake up, dazed and hazy. A faint trickle of a liquid passes down your head, and you touch it to realise that it isn't honey.
It's blood.
You startle up and other people like you, seated all around a dining table in ridiculously extravagant chairs. Everyone looks as confused as you do: how did you get here?
Suddenly, the doors to the dining room open and three people walk in. They have long black cloaks, but you can still see their faces.
“Hi, I'm Lora,” a girl says with a smile. “You're over here because you've been given a second chance.”
Murmurs rise, and your head feels light. Second chance? What are they talking about?
Another person walks up. “You have committed atrocious crimes in the past–this is your chance to atone for your sins. If you don't prove that you've changed in a month…”
The other person gives you a dry smile. “Let's just say it won't be a happy ending for you. You haven't been merciful in the past, so we're not compelled to be kind to you.”
Lora smiles. “But that's enough! While we're here, we'll be treating you as our equals–so you better do so to. To pay for your crimes, you will have to solve a mystery…”
A shadow crosses her face. “On who killed the owner of this mansion. You will have to work together. If you don't solve the mystery,
you will die.”
The other person gives a cheerful smile. “So come on, what are you waiting for? Let's tell you all about your mission, convicts!”

part two:

part three:
310 words

We gather here, we're all sitting in a dining room,
And if I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too
Even on my worst day, I didn't realise this
Would ever happen to me
'Cause I didn't mean it, I swear I didn't mean it, but now my hands are stained
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And now I'm here having to atone for my dreadful sins
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
We gather suspects, never knowing what they'll mean
Some to list down as guilty, some as worthless
You know I didn't want to have to kill you
But what a ghostly scene
You wear the same jewels that I gave you
As I killed you
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
But now I swear I'll try to make my name
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
But now I'm making friends
Having fun as we try to solve a mystery
I wouldn't mind it if this is how it ends
Maybe I was wrong to bitterly kill my enemies
And I'm realising (when I'm screaming at the sky)
Just how wrong I was (you hear my stolen cries)
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves
I had to kill you, but it killed me just the name
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
I turned into my worst fears
But I'm now learning how to make my name
Crossing out the crooked years
Now I'm making allies, proving my innocence
Look at how my smile lights up everyday

part four: 1303 words

“This is it,” Lora said, taking a deep breath as she flourished her hand. “The last chance to prove yourself. If you succeed, you will get another chance at life! If not…you will die, once and for all.”

Silence bloomed like a blossom as these words were taken in. Lora shook her head. “But let's not worry about that! Come on, follow me into the interrogation room. You've narrowed it down to two suspects in four weeks! That's impressive. As a bonus, only four people have died, so.” She shrugged.

She opened the door to find two of the suspects handcuffed, sitting on chairs. “I introduce to you, the last of the thirteen people suspected of murdering the richest man on the planet – Finley and Luna!”

Finley throws her hands up in frustration. “It's not me!” She says. “I would never kill someone, really. The only sort of business I am up to is Finley's Fingernail Factory, that's it.”

Luna narrowed her eyes. “Well, it's not me either,” she said. "Why on earth would I kill a person? Goodness.“
Westy sighed. ”I have a feeling you're going to make this hard for us,“ she said.

Finley winked. ”Why would you ever think that?“ She grinned.

”Anyway,“ Zoe interrupted. ”We're here to question you! Uh, first question,“ she said as she withdrew her notepad and squinted at the list. ”What were you doing on the night of the murder?“

Luna shifted uncomfortably. ”We both were in this mansion, except that time as guests of the party Mr. Unknown was hosting. I was playing poker with my friends when the news got out that he'd been murdered. Trust me, I would never kill him! I had nothing against Mr. Unknown.“
Finley shook her head. ”Well, I had nothing against Mr. Unknown either! I was eating dinner alongside my companions in this mansion when he was murdered. I'm quite sure that Luna was the murderer,“

Luna gaped at Finley. ”And I'm quite sure that it's you! He was probably refusing to give you fingernails, so you killed him to get it!“
Finley put her hand to her heart. ”I would never! At most I would kidnap him and force him to do labour, but I would never kill somebody!“
”Stop,“ Westy interrupted. ”Uh, it's fine, I get it. Zoe,“ she said, turning to her, ”could you get Luna's and Finley's friends here in person? We need them as live witnesses to account for their claims.“

”Sure!“ Zoe said. She handed her notepad and checklist to Westy, then went out of the mansion to collect the witnesses.
Lora looked at her watch. ”You have only half an hour left, so ask your questions quickly and make not of their answers,“ she said, smiling. ”Or you might regret it.“

”Um,“ Westy said. ”Sure. Moving on, question two–How do you know Mr. Unknown?“
”I don't directly know him,“ Finley said. ”It's just that our families know each other, since we're nobles and all in the realm of Esdoubleyousea, so he invited our family to the party,“ She shrugged. ”I'd never actually met him in person before, and we still don't know his real name! I've never seen him without his top hat, suit, and mask either.“

Luna nodded. ”Literally almost the same for me, except my father and him were good friends before my dad died. After that, he stopped ever coming to visit, but I was too young to remember his face, and now I can only envision his masqerade mask. I guess he felt bad that he left us all those years back, so he invited us for his party, and then he died.“ She got quiet and looked at the floor. ”What would my father think? Both of them killed within the span of ten years…“

She shook her head and snapped out of her thoughts when Zoe burst in, panting, with two people next to her. ”I got them! This is Skylar, and this is Kat,“ she said, introducing the two girls next to her.

”Great job,“ Westy smiled. Lora tilted her head and examined the Westy and Zoe – they both seemed to have almost turned a new leaf, from their bitter life of murdering people…

…But there were still fifteen minutes left, and those would decide the fate of thirty different lifetimes.

”So,“ Zoe asked Skylar as she sat down. ”Were you with Finley when Mr. Unknown was announced dead?“
Skylar looked at Finley, her eyes wide, but they couldn't communicate with one another in any way. She had no choice but to go with the utmost truth.
”Yes. We were eating dinner, I think?“ She racked her brain. ”Yeah, and then a servant comes and announces with hushed breath and a trembling voice that Mr. Unknown is dead.“

”And you, Kat?“ Westy asked. ”Were you with Luna when the incident occurred?“
”Yes!“ Kat answered, but perhaps a bit too quickly. Lora smirked, enjoying the show as Zoe narrowed her eyes. ”Can we get the lie detector?“ She asked.

Westy nodded slowly and opened a drawer, getting out a complicated machine with a reader and a cuff to put your hand in.
”Put your wrist in that,“ Westy said. Kat raised her eyebrows. ”And what makes you think I would willingly-“

Westy neatly slid Kat's wrist through the cuff and closed it, smiling sweetly at Kat's shocked expression.
Finley snorted. ”I gotta say, can we have some popcorn with this?“

Zoe half-smiled at Finley as she turned on the machine. She faced Kat. ”Were you with Luna when the incident occurred?“ She repeated calmly.
Kat closed her eyes. ”Yes."

Lie.

“It's a lie,” Finley said as she strained out of her chair and looked at the reading. “This is proof!”
“That's not true,” Kat swallowed.
Another lie.

Luna's face was as pale as the moon. She looked shocked, appalled, scared and nervous at the same time. She fidgeted with her hands, her expression troubled, looking helpless. She slowly nodded. "I- I have no choice but to tell you, I guess. It was me.“

Westy gasped as Lora raised her eyebrows. ”Hmm. Interesting,“ she remarked with a smile.

”And what were your motives?“ Zoe pressed.

She looked down. ”Mr. Unknown used to help our family with the funds, since he was good friends with my father. But when my father died, our funds went down by half. He stopped helping, and my father's contribution was gone. My mother had to work two jobs, and it still wasn't enough for us to adjust from our previous luxurious life. One day, I asked his personal lawyer when he had last updated his will, and she told me that Mr. Unknown hadn't for the last ten years. That meant some of the money might have been assigned to give to my father and his family.“
”So you killed him to gain access to his will,“ Westy whispered.

Luna nodded. ”And I regret it. I just got to know Mr. Unknown suffered a huge case of amnesia, and he couldn't remember much. Once he remembered my family, though, he started sending funds, but I thought it was too late. I thought he'd just remembered us because he would need us, and…I was bitter. So I killed him.“

Finley grimaced. ”That's honestly a tough life, Luna.“
She shook her head. ”But it can't excuse my actions."

Luna was taken away to find her second chance, just like Zoe and Westy and all the other campers.
Lora smiled and clapped her hands. “Good job, convicts! Or should I say…recruits?”

“Recruits?” Zoe asked.
She smiled. “Yes. Now that you have proved your collaboration, we'll be inviting you to join our organization. The offer goes to you as well,” she said towards Finley.
“I would love to,” Finley smiled.
“We're in!”

writing comp entry DRAFT <3

the heart of a lovesick girl (WORKING TITLE)

Where Kurt was from, he would admire the heather.

(He would never know that only 15 years after his death there would be a song written about the heather, and a girl, and the bees.

A song that was sang as the German war machine cut once more into the fields of France—have they not learned their lesson this time?)

Still, it did comfort him, to have a piece of home carried along with him. Maybe it would protect him; maybe it would ensure he returns.

When he arrived he would see other flowers. He was not an expert, and he did not quite care for the type of flowers that they were. But the other man in his unit did;

Moral questions were not particularly his forte either, despite how much his future friends dabbled in them.

Not very bold and adventurous, he thought, to be cowering under explosions. It was what it was, and he tried to ignore the distant and not-too-distant sobs.

It was only he and his parents in a small town, and they were too preoccupied with their ordinary work to pay much attention to him.

He and his lingering obsession with calculations and numbers while his grades in everything that didn’t have to do with them suffered.

August was among the lost days of the past as casualties began to pile up and everyone began to understand that this was not going to be over just yet.

Still, hope somehow persisted amongst a few of the soldiers. It could still be all over by Christmas, they would insist, even as the temperature crept lower each night and the barren ground became hard with frost.

The nasturtiums were like little suns in the towns filled with red leaves, guiding all of them to victory.

Right

i hope you're happy (you ruined me)
a writing comp. entry
862 words, not including a/n. apologies for the pictures, wanted to preserve formatting <3

author's note (not included in word count, feel free to skip):

well, we finally finished it! thank you so much to sandy for critiquing and zoe for being emotional support, as well as my two irl friends being supportive and not finding me freaky when i told them i write deep angsty poems, you guys are honestly the best <33 also a big thank you to sun for the inspiration of writing a concrete poem amidst this and taking screenshots from google docs and putting it on here, you are honestly /such/ a legend and an incredible incredible writer.

i hope you're happy (you ruined me) was hard to write because i honestly know nothing about love, or heartbreak, or liking one of the same gender, in fact. i stumbled across this idea when i read ‘the sun and the star’ and was inspired by the relationship between will and nico, but i thought about it: what if the other person didn't like them back? what if the entire world was against them?

so here it is! this poem is broken into five parts, each telling another part of the story. it essentially visualizes a girl who fell in love with her best friend, who didn't reciprocate. the society is against the girl and so the allegations spark up, telling her that she needs to be 'fixed', which is mentioned in the poem. after that, you need to infer a bit, but you can see that the best friend left the girl, causing heartbreak and eventually the entire angst, haha <3

this is not my best writing piece, but it's also not the worst– i'm pretty proud of it <3 hope you understood this and felt the emotions as concisely as i did while i was writing this ;D
thanks for reading this, i'll hopefully be back with another piece next session!

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