swc megathread: march '25

reallybigwords

‎‧₊˚✧ 03/02 ✧˚₊‧ Quick! Go to the comments of the main cabin and post five words of your choice for someone to use in a story. Then, pick someone else’s five words to use in a story of your own! Write 300 words to gain 200 points for your cabin, and an extra 100 points if you decide to share your lovely writing piece with us.

lost, bright, shadow, heartache, perfection

The moon shone across the expanse of the water, twinkling stars blinking overhead. The stars were beacons to the lost, to the wanderers–who spent their afternoons, evenings, nights–who spent their time wondering, thinking, dreaming. Those with bright hearts, eyes, minds. Those who could not be contained by the restraints of a pen line, brush stroke, echoing words and syllables.

The creek giggled nearby, mocking those who dared brave the thick ink of the night on such a night it was. The wind rustled the bare trees with whispers of laughter. The animals darted in between nooks and crooks in a playful tease. Yet the bright minds wandered on, continued to seek the beauty of knowledge and of answers to the questions whose answers so frighteningly remained concealed.

The shadow of doubt would cross the girl with hair of moonlight, white as a blanket of fresh snow. Fear urged her to turn back, to return to the comfort of the realities she had left behind in search of something new. Confusion lingered in her mind, a scheming thief determined to rob the righteous. Echoes and calls of her past life poked slow leaking holes in her heart, a heartache she would surely never heal from.

The boy with eyes, darker and thicker than the black of the night, depthless pools of boiling black tar, stumbled through the restraints keeping him contained to the imperfect body that he inhabited. A yearning for perfection, a need for a final ‘congratulations, you did so well’ was the only fuel needed to power the supercharged will of the imperfect desires.

So the girl with hair of moonlight and the boy with eyes darker and thicker than the black of the night waded into the endless depths of knowledge, and released the burdens and shackles of the life they had been chained to before, content and ready to step into the completeness of a fantasy.

Last edited by reallybigwords (March 2, 2025 00:47:54)

Dawn_Camps

March 2, 2025 Daily
335 words

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Words from @Strawberry-Lemon: winter, secret, chalice, flower, heart

WARNING: this piece implies death and is quite dark ^^

My fingers loosen, releasing the silver stem of the chalice. Father's chalice. It's silent as it falls to the snow, disappearing. I soon follow. As the liquid works it's way through me, I feel myself growing colder. I stare up at the blue sky, snowflakes drift down, clinging to my lashes. I exhale and watch the puff of air dissipate. My fingers become numb and start to twitch, melting a small space in the snow. Gradually my breathes slow. This is it. My secret will die with me. No one will ever know. The thought causes the corners of my mouth to flutter until there's a slight smile on my face. This is good. Mother will know I did not go in pain. The thought causes a single tear to trace its way down my cheek. The trail freezes, leaving one last reminder of what it's like to be human. To feel sorrow. My hand spasms and I feel something beneath it. It's soft, delicate. Forcing my numb fingers to move, I grasp it. A flower. With great effort I bring it to my face. It's a little shriveled and brown at the edges but still vibrantly purple in the center, preserved by the snow. As the last of my strength gives out, it occurs to me that the snow may serve me the same. The flower flutters down to rest on my chest which is barely rising and falling now. I close my eyes, letting myself take in everything for one last time. The creak of the branches laden with snow, the faint whisper of my breath, the fresh scent of the earth as all its impurities are concealed beneath an icy white layer, the cold seeping through my skin and working its way to my heart. And my heart. So heavy with secrets and only getting heavier as it becomes nothing but a stone in my chest. Ba-Dum… Ba-dum… ba... the last thing I hear is the crunch of footsteps coming closer. Footsteps…

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Last edited by Dawn_Camps (March 3, 2025 02:39:34)

PixelDucko

∅ ┊CRYSTIE'S
TABLE OF CONTENTS
✦ March 2025

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∅ ┊INFORMATION
✦ Cabin ☆ Sci-Fi Operation Firewall
✦ Word Goal ☆ 17,000

∅ ┊DAILIES
✦ Title┊Day┊Word Count
✦ Introduction┊1st┊Word Count: N/A
✦ Five Word Daily┊2nd┊Word Count: 1,221
✦ Portmanteau Advertisement┊3rd┊Word Count: 408
✦ Word War Introduction┊4th┊Word Count: N/A
✦ Critiquitaire Introduction┊7th┊Word Count: N/A
✦ Cabin Wars #1┊9th┊Word Count: N/A
✦ Three Billy Goat Gruffs Retelling┊11th┊Word Count: 886
✦ King for a Day┊11th┊Word Count: 671
✦ Cabin Wars #2┊22nd┊Word Count: N/A

∅ ┊WEEKLIES
✦ Worldbuilding┊Week 1┊Word Count: 2,033

∅ ┊WORD WARS
✦ @essayist┊4th┊Word Count: 163 ┊Lost
✦ @essayist┊12th┊Word Count: 288┊Lost
✦ @AhmadimuslimFOREVER┊22nd┊Word Count: 376┊Waiting

∅ ┊OTHER
✦ Script┊2–12th┊Word Count: 5,575

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Last edited by PixelDucko (March 22, 2025 02:08:33)

BlauHourglass

Daily no. 1 - Mystery - BlauHourglass - No Proof Needed - Masterlist - 1990 Words

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“Good evening, class, and welcome to–”
I swallowed thinly, putting my earphones in and letting the soothing Symphony in G Minor drown out the droning of the professor. History class was a complete bore, and I never needed to pay attention anyways since I always read the necessary chapters of the textbook beforehand. I turned my gaze to the window, staring out at the dark sky dipped in mixes of crimson and tangerine with hues of purple and swirling darkness above. My latest class was history, and it was a three-hour lecture ending at 10 PM. Frankly crazy, but the professor was adamant about choosing late hours. …And there was no other class available at the time that I had signed up for my classes this semester.
I watched as the scarlet and amber leaves fell from the surrounding trees in serene clusters when a fresh gust of wind gently coaxed them from their perches. The sun was lowering swiftly behind the horizon, casting longer shadows across the landscape. I smiled slightly to myself, already able to envision the thick, voluminous planes of icy goodness that’d soon coat all that the eye could see.
A small yawn escaped my lips, filtered behind the reflexive shading of my hand. I glanced around the class. Most of the other students were dozing as well. It was fortunate that I sat near the back (even though it was against my personal student code of laws) so that I could easily sleep and no one would notice. Well, the professor, really. The only sources of light in the room was the projector on the ceiling and the low lighting from the sunset and moonlight. I closed my eyes, folding my arms over my desk and settling my cheek on them. Inhale, exhale… Inhale, exhale… And then succumb to delightful sleep.

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The harsh blaring of the professor’s alarm roused probably the entire class, myself included. I awoke, my hands moving before I could even register the time. With two swift movements, my scholastic supplies were shoved into my backpack in a somewhat orderly fashion and my desk cleared from any traces of my use. I stood up, blinking wearily and taking out my earbuds as the overhead lights were turned on. By now, the entire class was awake and busy chatting and packing their things as though none of them had even slept in the first place.
I walked briskly to the door, pausing by the professor’s desk to give a polite smile and to thank him for his class. Really, I was just thanking him for the only time I could get sleep these days. As a sleep-deprived, hungry, lonesome, and debt-stricken college student, I capitalized on any and every opportunity I got to rest. A tough life, but not an impossible one.
Walking through the throngs of students flooding out the double doors of the lecture hall, my feet guided me automatically to the exit, a strong thump of my heart already aching for the cool air and fresh breeze. I pushed the doors open, inhaling deeply and letting the autumn air fill my lungs and coat them with a chilly layer. Cinnamon, pumpkin, and spruce. I glanced at the scented decor hanging around the campus, all in the theme of autumn and the coming winter.
I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the weight of my backpack shift upon my back and almost drag me off my feet. Swiftly rebalancing myself, I walked on, putting an extra jump to my steps to get back to my dorms faster. Walking alone at this time of night was no pretty idea, even on a secure, school campus. I glanced around me as I walked, taking in the calm atmosphere bloomed with warm street lamps. The moon was out now, enveloping the scene with her delicate rays of silver.
I walked on for a few minutes, the only sound being the soft huffs of air passing between my lips and the clicks of my shoes upon the pavement. My gaze drifted down to my feet, a subconscious habit that I was still growing out of. I watched the lines of the pavement, idly counting them as I slowly reached my destination. Hurrying up the fights of stairs and dragging myself through the halls, I finally stilled outside my door and eagerly fished through my pockets for my room key.
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My eyes widened slightly, my hands frantically rummaging through my pockets again– No, I couldn’t have lost my keys–! I swung my backpack to the ground, kneeling and hastily sorting through. I felt around each corner and crevice, digging through my belongings in hopes of letting my fingers graze against the hard, plastic card that held the code for my door.
No luck.
“…*,” I murmured finally, staring in disbelief. Where had I even left it? I knew I’d also get a strike for losing my card. Did I leave it in my room? My bed? My other set of clothing? I leaned my head against the door, heaving a long sigh. I needed to work at five the next morning, and also complete a coding assignment tonight. Sluggishly, I slumped with my back to the wall and drew my laptop out onto my lap and began to type. Might as well get some work done before I passed out in the hall.
The minutes flew by in a breeze of errors and fixes, and agonized, internal screams of frustration. Running a hand through my hair and tugging lightly at my tresses, I decided to tear my gaze away from my screen, only to be met with a warm golden gaze and a mildly-amused, mildly-concerned smile. I started, recoiling back slightly.
“Woah there,” the newcomer chuckled, flashing a disarming grin. “Didn’t mean to startle you. I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past couple minutes, but you seemed pretty absorbed in your C programming.” My eyes flitted over his features, taking in the fluffy navy hair, bright golden eyes, pale complexion, and charming smile displaying a rather sharp pair of canines.
I forced a polite smile, glancing back at my laptop screen with the code still compiling, before looking back at the stranger crouched in front of me. “Yeah, I was,” I admitted. What a smart move, I internally scolded myself. Being so enraptured with your homework that you completely zoned out of your surroundings. Great going; you could’ve been kidnapped.
“Are you all right? You seem really tired,” he remarked, tilting his head to the side slightly. The movement showed a glimpse of a yellow, silk headband under his swept bangs. “And why are you out in the hallway in the middle of the night? You know there's a curfew, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…locked out,” I sighed, glancing up and behind me at the doorknob that seemed to taunt me silently. “So I’ll be working out here until the residential office opens tomorrow morning,” I explained wryly. The boy frowned, looking me over for a moment. It was both a warming and chilling gaze.
“It’s dangerous for a pretty, small girl like you out here,” the young man sighed. “You can stay the night in my dorm, or a friend’s. Do you have any friends? I’ll walk you there,” he offered. I hesitated. It went against everything that I was taught, yet at the same time, it was a much better option than staying in the middle of a hall for both school officials and students alike to find me.
“I don’t have any friends,” I confessed with a soft laugh. “Never got the time.”
“Then stay at my dorm for the night. It’s a suite, so there’s a couch,” he said. Seeing the doubt still in my eyes, he added, “My name’s Haru, by the way. I’m a third year business major, captain of the archery club, and teacher’s assistant for CRL205.”
A flood of relief washed over me. I had been wondering why he had seemed so familiar, but now it made sense. He was a popular student around the campus, a prodigy known for his dashing looks, grades, academic accomplishments, and chronic need to “slack off”. Really, it was only because he finished his work so efficiently and swiftly that he allowed himself time to rest.
“Ah, I recognize you now,” I sighed, my shoulders relaxing slightly. “Binary.” I extended my hand, and he readily took it, clasping my chilly hand in his contrastingly warm one firmly. “This is my fourth semester, and I’m a computer engineering major. My goal is to be a robotics engineer,” I listed after a moment. As though he could sense my nervousness, Haru stood up and pulled me gently to my feet, steadying my laptop with his free hand.
“I’ve heard of you as well,” he said, a teasing edge to his voice, “around the fraternity houses. The ‘Winter Maiden’, ‘Ice Queen’. The ice-cold machine working for her bread. It’s impressive, really.” He let go of my hand, and a pang of something akin to emptiness was sent through my body. Warm, I concluded, half-excusing myself.
“My fame precedes me,” I replied, packing my laptop away and slinging my backpack over my shoulder. He began to lead me down the hall, and we continued to talk. Though I hated small talk with a passion and wasn’t very good at it either, there was a strange sense of relaxation that I felt around him that caused my tongue to keep slipping more words out.
“Do you have any hobbies?” Haru asked, and I thought about it for a moment.
“I…suppose outside of studying and sleeping, I like to call myself an amateur artist and writer, along with singer,” I mused. “Can’t spend a lot of time on them, though, since I have an internship, a job, and an engineering degree to pursue. What about you?”
“I completely understand,” Haru grimaced. “Trust me to know what that’s like. Archery, obviously, and feeding the local stray cats. Also and most importantly, the masterful art of slacking off.” We both laughed. “What about your food preferences? Who knows, I might take you out one day,” he continued, pausing at his door.
My chest clenched uncomfortably at the thought, a feeling of lightness rushing through my stomach. “Sweets?” I suggested, deciding to ignore his latter comment. “Or do they not count as food?”
“For the purpose of a dinner, no they don’t count, but I’ll take that answer anyways,” he replied with a grin. He took out his keycard and swiped it across the surface of the key scanner. It beeped, the LED indicator flashing green twice before he swung the door open and held it open for me.
I stepped inside tentatively, another wave of relief soothing my soul as I took in the clean, tidy space and the scent of fresh linen and espresso. There was a small kitchen and living room space, and then a door presumably leading to the bedroom. Despite his famed laziness, his dorm was far from the notion one would have in their mind.
“Make yourself at home– I’ll getcha a spare blanket and whatnot,” Haru stated, gesturing to the before-mentioned couch. “And don’t worry, I keep my door locked,” he added jokingly even with the sincerity behind his words. I couldn’t help the upwards twitch of my lips as I nodded.
“Thank you, Haru,” I said, locking my gaze with his for a moment. A slight pause.
The young man reciprocated the smile but waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t mention it,” he replied, closing one amber eye playfully. “It’s the proper thing to do. Besides, it was nice getting to know who the residential loner of Erilline University is,” he chuckled, the sound creating another painful clench of my heart. I was beginning to question my entire existence.
But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

A/N: If you know, you know. Don't raid my profile.

Last edited by BlauHourglass (March 2, 2025 02:05:36)

angieee-_

daily 002: five-word story ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚
word count: 439
regrets, abandoned, haunted, blame, innocent

She had no regrets, she told herself, over and over again. She was convincing herself as much as she was just repeating it, running from the ball. She could feel the boy’s eyes boring into the back of her neck, following her as she abandoned the building.
“Emilia, come back,” he urged, his hair blowing in the harsh winds. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t do anything!” He yelled, throwing his newsboy hat on the ground. “I’m innocent.”
“Leave me alone, Ellis. Just. Leave.” She cried, angrily blinking away tears. “You’re the one to blame for all of this! This whole mess is your fault. My father would have never come if it weren’t for your… your childish charades!” She spun around, facing him. Her cheeks were pink with the tears running down her face, her curled hair gone flat after the long night. “I’m going home.”
“Come on, Em.” He rolled his eyes at her. “I haven’t done a thing, and you know it! You can’t go back to that stupid house, it’s… it’s haunted! Stay with me. You know you want to.”
“It’s not haunted, Ellis. That whole myth is just a stupid hazing ritual that you put the new boys through. Just leave!” She screamed, ignoring his second statement. She kicked off her heels and ran away, running over the crooked cobblestone path back to the worn cottage. The stones smoothed by wind and time looked like they would soon collapse, though Emilia didn’t mind. She trampled over the overgrown pink tulips, too immersed in her angry haze to bother taking the dirt path. She pushed the long vines away from the window to peer inside. A lantern glowed on the kitchen table, right where she left it. Emilia felt relieved, letting her shoulders droop as she shoved the door open to her house.
“Emilia.” A stern voice greeted her in the entryway. Her father stood tall, one hand on his hip and the other holding his pipe. “I know about your… escapades with Ellis. We need to talk.”
“Father, I can explain,” she started, pushing her hair out of her face.
“Don’t bother. I’ve talked to Ellis’ parents, and we’ve agreed to send you both away. You’re going to a finishing school, and he’s going into the army.”
Emilia ran up to her father, staring at him in wild disbelief. “Father, please, don’t! Ellis is innocent, it’s all my fault, he didn’t do anything,” she rambled until she ran out of breath.
All he did was give her a look and shake her head. “You don’t understand anything yet, Emilia. You’re too good for him.”

~

sincerely,
angie

gh0stwriter

✎ daily #2
314 words

my words - peculiar, eloquent, avenue, dreams, marigolds

The marigolds are set aflame as he whispers his deadly confessions, the petals of death turning a menacing gold. And my heart burns with them, straining against the confinement of my ribs. I have never been like this before.

But, when he smiles, it's almost a generosity, this peculiar feeling he has decided to fling upon me. His love has been declared in words undeniably eloquent that makes me forget the smoke and the ashes. Maybe I can drag this along with me, all of the things in this singular moment, so I'll never forget it.

And I won't have to. Because this is all so cinematic, our love born by the marigolds that will soon wilt in the winter. But it's golden now, and gold it will stay in the delirious dreams of my mind. Yes, this is the love of all the greatest loves, and my body remembers your hand in mine when you're not by my side, how your eyes look in the fading sunset, and how I can still see you in the dark–no, I won't forget it, not one bit.

Even though it's dead and gone and withered into the ground, the marigolds still sway in my mind, to the winds of those days I'd rather leave behind. Yet, I drink it all in, as much as I can, until a drowsy smile rises to my lips. There's nothing more anyone else could give me. Or, nothing more than he ever did.

So I stare at the ceiling, trying to stop my thoughts from drifting to you, the love only in dreams. But you are my favorite avenue in the streets of my heart, and I'll have to stand outside for a while, outside the white picket fence of your home once mine a few autumns ago. Because I'm still trying, my darling, as I always do–to forget you.

my main thread

Last edited by gh0stwriter (March 7, 2025 05:56:54)

Zyzeryko

The scorching sun beat down across our backs as we climbed across canyons and long dry river beds. It wasn’t silent, though silence would be preferable to the sound of heat. It was like flickering flames through the desert as we talked across plains and plains of sand. But as we crossed the final stretch, it was all worth it. There she was. The Goddess of Tyranny, in all her iron glory, her golden head peering through the cloudless sky and into the infinite horizon. She was beautiful. A soldier, a god, a woman. Everything she could ever be, she was. Long ropes dangled from her shoulders, a flowing dress across her body moving with invisible winds. We stepped closer. One foot in front of the other, daring to breach the entrance to Oblivion.
Shrieks sounded from the sand. Everything was falling, burning, colliding with the light. Nothing could ever be the same as the future she made. She was too far above us all. Her head was held so high, her gaze set for the stars and not the road in front of her feet. She was havoc. She wreaked havoc on us all. On the world. So desperate to succeed in a mission that ceased to exist that she would’ve sacrificed all of us to do it.
And she was trying again. Millenia come and gone, but her statue still stood tall and cold as ice as she protected her grave the only way she knew how. Violence.
Arrows pierced the walls. Blood ran through the marble tile like a river. In all her glory, in all her godhood, she could never understand why we fought against her will.
But her power was more than ours.

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The world was born anew to an era of creation–cautious, spiteful creation. Escape was possible, and we had succeeded in it. We left behind the ruins of a blood strewn world, letting the oceans run it clean before we started again. Black steel turned into white golds and corspes turned into kings. Pawns turned into emperors. Death trned back into life, rearing its ugly head at people unjust for a future full of glory. Crimson skies turned into cotton candy sunsets. Weapons turned back into people.
But it was darker this time. People didn’t move with their heads held high, but instead operated from the shadows, risking exile instead of death. We let the moon lead our way, but we got lost somewhere trying to hold our heads to the sky.
Crowns were forged. Crowns were bloody things. Fought for, sought after, if for nothing more than a shiny prize. A claim to consciousness. A claim to a world you could never hope to control.
It was worse than tyranny. We had escaped nothing at all, it seemed. We still ran, running with our backs to the world, to the ones who needed us, until the wind washed away our history.
But we were brought back. Tried as treasonous traitors instead of people who sought freedom from people who thought little of our struggles. Targetted by people who could wave money at someone and end a life. End a world. Shut off our access to a better future. Cutting us off from everyone and everything has worked a little too well. They’re proud to speak of their victories. We need to make them afraid.
Whispers of a movement are travelling through the dark. You can’t see them. You never will. But if you put your ear to the ground and really, really listen, you can hear what they say. The plans for a better tomorrow.
Will they succeed? Who knows. They’ll try. Like thousands of others have tried before. Maybe they’ll win a battle or two, like hundreds have done before. But I doubt they’ll win the war that sweeps across our shores. I doubt they have what it takes to fight off an army when they can’t even speak of their plans publicly. Do they have what it takes to start a revolution? Who’s to say. But they definitely don’t have what it takes to finish one, and that, I fear, is far more important.
But they’re welcome to prove me wrong.

702 words!!

scorched, tyranny, havoc, escape, run

imaginary-dagger

I don’t understand forums at all but I’m gonna try my best and hope y’all tell me if I messed anything up thumbs up thumbs up thumbs upppp
(Seriously y’all tell me if anything looks weird or just is wrong I’m fully just guessing with every single thing I do here)
Gonna keep all my writing for dailies and weeklies here unless something goes horribly wrong!!

Daily Thirty-three:
“…It's the final day of the session! We hope you had an amazing month of SWC, created memories, and formed new friendships! Think back throughout the month. What are some of these memories? Who has made your session amazing and made an impact on you? For our final daily, thank these people! Let the people you are most grateful for know how much you appreciate them <3”
Ughhhhhh I’m gonna miss y’all so much please I’m gonna cry you were all amazing anyway enjoy my terrible thank you notes <333

I wish I could just thank… all of you, really. Everyone who has ever participated in SWC in any way. But uhhhhhh I don’t have the time and energy so really if you’re reading this just assume I’d love to thank you for any contributions you’ve ever made to this community in any way.

To The Polar Bears: y’alllllll how have you done this. You’ve made sure there are activities for everyday, every week… tHAT’S SO MANY ACTIVITIES YALL. I just. Thank you, polar bears!!
To the cabin leaders: running a cabin sounds. Exhausting tbh. And yet you’re all so good at it?? I can’t even. Thank you, cabin leaders!!
To all of fan-fi: we’re the best >B) (no offense to any other cabins, you’re also super duper awesome, it’s just. Fan-fi. Battle of the bands. Y’know?) why were you all so awesome who gave y’all the rights to be so cool lol :’) Thank you, fan-fi!!
To Alana: wow. I can’t even fathom how much work you’ve had to put into everything to make it so AWESOME it seems so exhausting to me (perhaps I am just tired and hate work bc I keep saying everyone’s jobs are exhausting) anyway. You’re super cool and never forget that!! Thank you, Alana!!
To Pepper: ughhhhhh you’re also like the coolest I can’t even. I feel like I’m not saying enough about everybody bc this camp was literally so amazing and everyone was so amazing and yOU WERE SO AMAZING!! YOU’RE SUPER COOL OK?? Thank you, Pepper!!
To Snowy: guhhhhhh you were wonderful!! I just. All of you have done so much and I just am so bad at communicating but I NEED all of you to know that you are SO IMPORTANT, OKAY? NEVER FORGET HOW COOL YOU ARE >:0 or I will find you and steal your mangos. But anyway, yeah, everything you’ve done has been amazing!! Thank you, Snowy!!
To Skylar: (I typed that and my brain just went “the Skylar sisters” which is WRONG > how dare it) but yes, you were also just. Delightful. I just UGHHHHHH WHY AM I SO BAD AT TALKING TO PEOPLE I JUST NEED YOU ALL TO KNOW HOW APPRECIATED YOU ARE. I APPRECIATE YOU, SKYLAR!! YOU ARE SUPER DUPER COOL!! Thank you, Skylar!!
To Mouse: we didn’t talk much but also you were just. Super cool!! Our cabins may be enemies but you still were super wonderful and yeah I can’t talk lol :’) Thank you, Mouse!!
To Sage: once again, another person I feel like I hardly talked to… you were also super cool!! We didn’t talk much, but whenever we did, you seemed super nice and amazing and cool!! Thank you, Sage!!
To Lily: heyyyyy!! You were also super cool!! (I feel like a broken record and I’m so sorry) I really enjoyed finishing the alphabet with you after everyone else forgot about it… Thank you, Lily!!
To Eevee: omg Eevee… you were so cool I can’t even. Thank you for letting me scream at you about one of my favorite movies ever I know it was to help YOU with something but at the same time I really needed that… I hope we can hang out more, talk about marvel more, etc, etc, in the future!! Maybe we’ll be in the same cabin someday instead of being enemies, who knows… Thank you, Eevee!!
To Peggy: sorry you’re such a side character in Hamilton— jk, jk, not that Peggy. Or the Peggy from marvel. I’m talking about SWC Peggy (who is honestly probably cooler than all of the other Peggy’s >) Thank you for talking to me for like two hours about emoticons and whatever else we discussed bc I can’t even remember all of it lol :’) and just all the future conversations too!! You were wonderful, and if I stumble upon you and Eevee irl someday I will try to lift you on my shoulders like in that one dream I had bc you deserve it (well ok I won’t actually do that but you get the point) Thank you, Peggy!!
To Sophie: Kevin. KEVIN KEVIN KEVIN KEVIN KEVIN HAHA THATS RIGHT *disappears into the multiverse at the speed of light* okay but all jokes aside thanks for hanging out with me and making sure those titles were extra chaotic!! Thank you, Sophie!!
To everyone else: I can’t believe I couldn’t give you all your own notes… So sorry please forgive me… Thank you, all of you, for just existing and being your amazing and wonderful selves. Please don’t plot revenge on me for not giving all of you your own separate notes…
If you are disappointed in your note and want to yell at me, feel free to contact me at my profile and by that I mean I’m super sorry please don’t be angry or at least please don’t yell at me it’s too late there’s nothing I can do!! Sorry everybody, y’all were all amazing!! <3
(Hey also if you want… go follow all these super cool people bc they totally deserve it) (ok bye *sobs*)

Daily Twenty-six:
“All aboard the SWC Time Machine! For today’s task, pick a daily that you’ve completed earlier in the session (or go even further back if you need,) and write up another submission for said daily, without referencing your previous writing! The SWC Activity Records, found here ( https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/695082/?page=1#post-7349242 ), have record of all past daily prompts, if you ever need reference <3 This daily is worth 400 points if you write 500 words! Plus, sharing proof will get you an extra 150 points!”
I redid the fairy tale daily!! This is based on Beauty and the Beast

Lee lived in the castle with his father, King Roy.
And he was happy.
He was happy, until his father’s mistake had ruined his life.

He’d been eleven years old when she’d knocked on the door.
Now, he wasn’t supposed to answer the door. He was just a kid, after all, and he’d grown up hearing stories of kidnappers, liars, thieves, killers.
But he did anyway. And there was an old woman, and she’d asked to come in.
His father had always told him, “stranger danger,” but he couldn’t see how this strange old woman could harm him.
When his father saw her, he was furious, and kicked her out of the castle.
And when the old woman was kicked out of the castle, she was furious, and cast a spell.
Her terrible aim turned the poor boy into a monster.
Everyone in the castle had ran away, leaving him alone with no one but himself.
He never dared to open the door, making sure no one would be able to find him inside.
Lee lived in the castle all alone.
And he was miserable.
He was miserable, for ten years, until someone came.

“Please, let me in,” Elliot sobbed. It was freezing, and he was lost, and alone, and scared, and alone.
There was no response.
“Please, my father, he—“ Elliot let out a small gasp, unable to finish his sentence.
“Your father?” A strange voice from behind the door let out a dry laugh. “Who needs a father? You’re, what, twenty-one? I’ve been alone since I was eleven, and I’m thriving.”
Elliot was shaking, partially from the tears, and partially from the cold. “I just need somewhere to stay until…”
“Until what? Do you plan on stabbing me and taking the castle for yourself?” The voice hesitated. “I wouldn’t recommend it, it’s quite lonely in here.”
“What, no! That would be horrible,” Elliot replied, still shivering. “And if you’re so lonely, maybe you would benefit from some company?”
“You wouldn’t want to be here with me. I scared my own family away.”
“I’ve got nowhere else to go.”
There was the longest moment of hesitation, and Elliot sighed, before turning away.
But then the door opened.
Inside, Elliot saw… well, he wasn’t quite sure what he saw.
Whatever was in there stood on two legs, but reminded him more of a wolf.
“I…” The wolf person sighed. “You can come in, I suppose.”

Elliot was just here for now, Lee reminded himself. He’d have to go home eventually.
They were sitting in the rose garden, and Elliot was telling him all about all the flowers (which, apparently, weren’t even all roses), and it was wonderful.
But Lee was going to be all alone again eventually.
He was explaining what all the flowers meant, and they were so beautiful, and the meanings truly were just random little facts.
But the ferns, oleander, and rhododendron began to terrify him.

The library, the strange greenhouse that seemed to somehow just be another room, the ballrooms…
Elliot thought the castle was beautiful.
Lee never let him into one of the rooms though. He’d always said it wasn’t important, didn’t matter, and truly just deserved to be ignored.
Elliot had snuck in once. There was a torn up portrait of a man, the old king. Lee’s father.
It looked like it had been torn up by claws.
There was also another portrait of a woman, with candles surrounding it. He wasn’t sure who the woman was.
He never went in again.

Daily twenty:
“Now in the depths of March, winter is swiftly melting away into spring with new beginnings rising under the warmth of the sun. With each year that passes, you look back and see what you’ve done, how you’ve improved, and just how far you’ve come. Get some tea and sip it as you let your mind freshen and prepare some rhymes! Turn that reflection and metamorphosis into an intricate poem of 150 words for 200 points. You can earn an extra 100 points for sharing proof.”
Happy vernal equinox y’all!! Hope you enjoy this poem I tried to write but idk how good it actually is :’) 282 words!! :D

the rose still grows
flowers growing,
wind blowing,
no one’s sure which way we’re going
but we’ll be alright
because the days and nights
the shadows and lights
it all changes
nothing lasts forever
but strangely, I think
that makes it even better
it all comes and goes
reborn, then gone, but the rose
the rose still grows, do you think it knows, do you think the rose knows?

flowers blooming,
thunder booming,
a never ending quest to find the true me
but we’ll be okay
because the nights and days
the love and the pain
it’s all changing
nothing last forever
and I don’t know how
but that makes it even better
it all comes and goes
reborn, then gone, but the rose
the rose still grows, do you think it knows, do you think the rose knows?

flowers blossom,
and we’ll sit and watch them,
go find some, wish on some
‘cause we’ll all be alright
because the days and nights
the shadows and lights
it all changed
nothing lasts forever
but letting the old go
can make it even better
it all comes and goes
reborn, then gone, but the rose
the rose still grows, do you think it knows, do you think the rose knows?

here together, you and I
watching all of time go by
it all comes and goes
reborn, then gone, but the rose
the rose still grows, do you think it knows, do you think the rose knows?
it all came and went
all the time we spent
the rose still grows, do you think it knows, do you think the rose knows?
the rose still grows, do you think it knows, do you think the rose knows?

Daily eighteen:
“Hurry up! What are you waiting for! Go to the comments and post the worst simile you can think of! Sorry, I was going as fast as a turtle. I didn't mean to rush you. Today, you will be posting some of the absolute worst similes ever. Once you have chosen a simile, you will use it to create your own story. This story must be a minimum of 400 words in order to earn 300 points for your cabin and if you post your masterpiece, you will receive an extra 100 points! I'm just as excited as a kid watching explosions five miles away from their house to see what you come up with! (that was a bad one)”
Oops I missed a bunch of these… anyway enjoy my terrible 504 words of nonsense because I love writing nonsense. Everyone say “thanks @aviva_”

He gasped, having as much bi panic as any guy who thought he was straight and then suddenly realized he had a crush on his friend who was also a guy.
It explained a lot, really. I mean, looking back, what kind of straight person would do all that for just his ✨good platonic bestie✨? It was kinda… obvious.
And yet his friend was completely oblivious.
Oh well, he thought to himself. Even though he totally doesn’t like me back, it’s still good to know.
Meanwhile, in the background, his friend was having as much gay panic as any guy who knew he wasn’t straight but really tried hard to convince himself and everyone around him and was also already pretty aware of his crush on his friend, our bi dude from before, and was just in denial about it.
But that’s not important right now, is it?
Lurking in the shadows was his other friend, whose gaydar had told her all of this, like, a year ago. She sat with some lady she’d just met, but had detected good vibes from. Also, the lady was probably a ghost. But she didn’t care, ghosts always seemed pretty cool anyway.
The ghost had to suffer through a huge love triangle between her, the bi guy, and his friend, for about a decade. It was horrible. But then those two kinda died, and she got married. Then, they both came back, and she died. Not kinda died. Just… died.
But it was cool ‘cause now she got to float around and go through walls.
Disguised as a chair, another bisexual man somehow managed to glare at the awkward queer pair. He hated them. They hated him even more. It was nice, their mutual hatred. It gave him a fun distraction from the horrors.
The guy who was totally a chair was being sat on by his brother, who wasn’t even aware he was a chair. He was talking to his good friend, the queen of the magical aliens she was queen of, about some lady who flew through space.
The queen of the magical aliens she was queen of was a lesbian. The lady who flew through space? Was also a lesbian. Everyone loved those two unless they were evil and even then some villains were still fans. It was great.
The bisexual chair was having flashbacks about that one time he was on a train. He now hates trains. They remind him of his ex and one guy who might’ve been his ex but also maybe he wasn’t, maybe he was just a guy he’d kissed one time. There were also dead people. Trains were the worst.
Speaking of people who hated trains, the gay dude who was in denial was also thinking about trains. Lots of train related trauma when it came to those two, and by that I mean they each got one, super traumatic train related event, and then all their other trauma was caused by other stuff, like octopuses and adoption.

Daily eleven:
“The legendary fairy tales- stories of old, a riveting narrative that stands the test of time. Today, we'll be taking these magical tales and turned a revitalized twist on it! Write 400 words for 450 points (an additional 100 for proof), writing a retelling of a fairy tale. Perhaps Snow White prefers guavas over apples? Or the Big Bad Wolf is simply misunderstood? The possibilities are endless!”
The fairy tale I chose was Cinderella, since I had an old AU for something based on it before already. I did end up changing everybody’s names and stuff like that though so uhhh yeah. Technically Daisy, Chloe, and Marlene are the same names but no one cares about them so it’s fine. Enjoy my weird Cinderella thing.
(Benny = Cinderella, Nathaniel = Fairy Godmother, Chris = Prince Charming, Marlene = Evil Stepmother. Other characters are vaguely like the mice I guess but not really.)

Benny climbed into the car. “Thanks, Nathaniel.”
“No problem, Benny,” Nathaniel chuckled. “I can’t believe it took you this long to get you to finally call in that favor.”
“I didn’t want to make you come back here! I mean, what if Marlene—“
“Pfft, there’s no way Marlene would ever even know I’d been here.”
“The car isn’t the most subtle, Nathaniel,” Alexander pointed out. “She’s probably going to know someone was here.”
“Someone is real vague, Al, I’m not that worried. But you kids need someone to get you to this party, and who better to do that than your big bro?”
“I’m twenty-eight,” Benny pointed out.
“Yeah, you’re a full on baby.”
“I am a full grown adult.”
“Nahhhh…”
“Nathan, you are only five years older than me.”
“You’re totally a baby still.”
“Ok, can we just go now, or what?” Daisy quickly interrupted their argument.
“Do you all have your seatbelts buckled?”
“YES, OF COURSE, WE’RE NOT TRYING TO GET OURSELVES KILLED, WE’RE TRYING TO GO TO A PARTY,” Benny shouted.
“Alright, let’s go then.”

“So, why do y’all wanna go to this party so much?”
“Benny says he’s gonna give the prince Marlene’s address, so he can come find us and get Marlene in trouble,” Chloe mumbled.
“So your only goal is escaping?”
“Yep,” Benny blurted.
“So why don’t you just have me drive y’all to my house and stay with me until you can get your own houses?”
“Benny says then Marlene would just adopt new kids, or maybe just go find us,” Chloe whispered. Benny grew silent.
“So it’s not just that Benny wants to see Chris again?”
“It’s been fifteen years,” Benny hissed. “The prince is just the person with the most power who I could actually talk to.”
“Right… it’s simply a coincidence that it’s the same person I had to listen to you talk about nonstop for, like, a year. Your old bestie, Chris, who clearly doesn’t matter to you anymore now that he got adopted by the royal family.”
“It’s not… it’s been fifteen years, and now he’s crown prince. He probably doesn’t even remember me, and if he does, it’s not like he’d be like ‘omg, look y’all, it’s Ben!! That boy I knew from the orphanage a decade and a half ago!! Wow!!’”
“Ok, dude, so what’s the plan? You waltz up to him, explain that you got adopted by some random lady but she makes y’all clean and stuff, and give him your address. Then what? He arrests Marlene and y’all just… continue living in the house.”
“Oh yeah that’s fully his plan. I had to listen to him explain it, like, five times, that’s the whole plan,” Alex piped up.
“NO BUT LIKE IT’S GONNA WORK OK,” Benny insisted. “IT’S GONNA WORK AND WE’RE JUST GONNA GET TO MOVE ON WITH OUR LIVES”
“Benny, the thing is, like you said, it’s been fifteen years. At this point, this /is/ your life. You’ve spent most of your life with Marlene Wolf, and now you think you’re just going to tell some man that you totally had a crush on—“
“I did not,” Benny interrupted.
“Sure, sure, but still. You’re gonna tell him that your life is terrible, and he’s gonna magically make everything ok? Even if this somehow works, what are you gonna do after this?”
“…I don’t know, ok? I don’t know. But I have to try something.”
Nathaniel sighed. “Well. We’re here. Good luck, kids.”
“Once again pointing out that most of us are legally adults, other than Chloe.”
“I’m thirteen,” Chloe chimed. “Super duper old.”
“Right. But I’m still your big brother and from my perspective, you’re still a fourteen year old boy who hides a drawing the prince gave him in his dresser, and I’ve hardly seen you since then. So forgive me if I treat you like a fourteen year old boy who hides a drawing the prince gave him in his dresser.”
“He hung it up, you know,” Alexander pointed out.
“Really? That’s nice. Now, why don’t you go, see if your terrible plan works, and then I’ll drive y’all home.”
“It’s gonna work,” Chloe insisted. “It has to.”

Benny climbed into the car, his face red. Daisy and Alex were cheering and grinning, and Chloe was covering her ears, since they were so loud.
“Any good news, or…?” Nathaniel started the car.
“The plan is totally working,” Daisy replied.
“How many steps are in this plan? Y’all told me this plan and it sounded like we were arresting Marlene at the party.”
“Well, they wanna see the house first, see how Marlene reacts, all that stuff, but still,” Alex explained. “Benny might’ve found us a place to stay, too.”
Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. “Hold up, what happened at the party?”
“Chris says we can stay at the castle until we get everything all figured out,” Daisy cheered.
“So, wait, should I be driving you to the castle or…”
“Oh, no, we still gotta grab all our stuff,” Chloe insisted.
“No, remember, we gotta leave as much of it how it is for now as we can. Don’t wanna mess with any evidence or whatever,” Daisy reminded her. “So yeah, take us to the castle!!”
Nathaniel shrugged. “Alright then, let’s go!”

Daily five:
“With our rivalry with our beloved enemies in order, perhaps in order to convince them to become an even better enemy with their epic tyranny would be to create some anthems for them! Create three anthems of 150 words each for your cabin’s enemies in order to get on their good side so you can betray their trust…I mean so you get a cool 250 points with an extra 100 points for showing proof!”

i recorded myself singing the songs too so click here for the project I put them in, the lyrics, and the word count :D

Daily four: Word War!!
I did a word war against @igloooo1! I got 332 words! Meaning I did not win! But I did get an excuse to just suddenly have the writing stop! Yes this is one of the fanfics where I don’t actually say their names it’s fine

He sat in the empty apartment, thinking about all the things he’d pretended didn’t matter.
He’d told himself so many lies, repeating everything he’d been told. Or at least everything he could remember.
And then the hero had flipped a light switch in his mind.
At first the light had been blinding, overwhelming. After stumbling through darkness for decades, he’d forgotten what it was like to see everything.
Then, once he could see it all, he was filled with regret. He’d done horrible things. Part of him wanted everyone to turn the lights back off, so he could pretend he wasn’t anything more than the weapon he’d been made to be. Another wanted to pretend that he’d never been that weapon, that he was the same man the hero had known all those years ago.
He’d done this to himself, in a way. He’d never even tried. And if he had, he’d failed, so he should’ve tried harder.
The darkness hadn’t been as satisfying as he’d wanted it to be. There was no way he could ever just go back to being any version of normal he’d ever had. But all evidence of light was quickly destroyed, so he tried to follow orders like he was meant to.
Suddenly, the lights flickered. It was horrifying, and he felt like the lights were merely taunting him. There was something he was supposed to see, and he couldn’t see it. HE COULDN’T SEE ANYTHING ANYMORE.
And suddenly the lights were on.
They weren’t nearly bright enough to clearly see much, but he could make out shapes.
He could recognize the importance of certain objects, even though he couldn’t recall what they were.
What a strange metaphor he’d spent all that time sitting, thinking about.
Why had this come up now? It had been so long since he’d been stuck there, unable to escape, unaware there was anything outside of that life for him.
And even now, he sometimes worried he’d get sent back there.

Weekly one:
Worldbuilding ✨✨✨ *cries*
Anyway let’s a go
Part One: (the part where I just had to talk about aliens)
“Worldbuilding is more than just physical landscape; the people of your land are the ones that bring it to life, giving the rolling hills and crashing seas a purpose beyond simply existing. Mull over this for a moment, and then explore the characteristics of these people. What are their traditions and beliefs? How about the structure of their society? For the first part of this weekly, write 350 words describing the language and culture of those who inhabit your glorious world!”
This part went fine I think. 502 words B)

LG-0220-EXO of Sector Triangle is a planet primarily inhabited by a shapeshifting species. Like most species, the official name of their species is their planet that they evolved from, LG-0220, however this gets confusing in some situations. When trying to clarify, they are typically called betas, in the same way GA-0901 are often also called humans. Many people from all over Sector Triangle believe the planet name situation is not helpful, unnecessary, and confusing for a variety of reasons.
Betas are often hired by SIREN for their shapeshifting abilities, until they’re eventually never called back for another mission, never informed they’ve basically been fired, meaning this planet is filled with desperate spies waiting for their next mission.
Betas can only change their species, meaning they’re still pretty easy to recognize if you know them well enough, and even then it’s very draining.
Even if they’ve never done any actual work with SIREN, most betas know how to fight and lie, as their parents will often raise them for spy work as well. It’s very important to be smart, and also highly encouraged to be strong. Many betas end up fleeing the planet to try and escape the intense pressure to become a good spy.
LG-0220-EXO is also filled with lots of crime, and not much is typically done about it. It is a very dangerous planet, and is typically avoided. Several dangerous criminals have ended up becoming close to betas to try and hide on that planet, since GHOST and PHANTOM seem to try and leave it alone, but it is not recommended to a even step foot to LG-0220-EXO unless you’re very confident in your ability to defend yourself, and/or have a beta who will protect you.
There is almost always a war on LG-0220-EXO, sometimes with neighboring planets, but most often with itself. Many betas have groups they stay with for safety in numbers, but rarely do they actually trust each other, and they will often stab each other in the back. Any actual signs of trust are typically considered more as signs of weakness.
Before SIREN interfered, they were actually very peaceful and friendly. SIREN had found them shortly after GHOST had originally stolen most of their resources, leaving them weaker and quite angry. SIREN offered them a chance at revenge, having them go on missions to slowly steal back everything they could, along with intelligence and weapons for SIREN.
Their original language, vital, was nearly destroyed when GHOST had taken over, but SIREN encouraged them to take advantage of the situation by creating secret codes using their language that was nearly forgotten. An outsider who speaks vital will immediately either earn respect or be killed.
The inhabitants of LG-0220-EXO all have varying opinions on SIREN. SIREN could be blamed for the intense violence and crime covering the planet, easily, but others also point out they might not even exist anymore if not for SIREN. Would they be any better off if they’d been completely taken over by GHOST?
Part Two: (aka the most hardest part)
“We hope you had fun writing about your world's culture and language! For this next part, you're going to create three aesthetic boards capturing important places, cultures and biomes in your story. Ensure that your aesthetic board includes at least five images. Go off the rails (in the best way)!”

i don’t know what I’m doing but this should take you to the project with the images unless I messed up uhhhh yep
Part Three: (this part was fine but did kinda spiral)
“Now that you've created aesthetics for your world, the next step is to add in some technology! Technology exists in so many ways around us, and it should exist around your characters too. For this part, you will be adding unique technology to your world and writing 500 words about a conflict that occurs because of it. Best of luck and happy writing!”
Ok so originally I was kinda thinking of this like some news thing?? Or maybe a history book?? But then at some point I wanted more words and had a whole plot point about James Buchanan Barnes a random human. This isn’t my best work but oh well lol. 697 words wow

SpaceStation.5362 was added to the Warp Collection of Sector Triangle on the date of 12.25.81, meaning that with proper paperwork and enough money (so really just enough money), anyone who could get to a place that was part of the Warp Collection could easily get to LG-0220-EXO, which didn’t excite anyone at all. What did potentially interest people was the chance of quickly escaping to anywhere else.
Some people felt it would be best to destroy the warp, to keep others off of their planet. Others wanted to try to sneak onto the next leaving warp ship, and get away from this planet as soon as possible.
The only thing stopping any of them were the guards.
On the date of 01.02.82, Mary Anne Yellow, a beta teenager, had just been looking around the warp room, according to everyone who knew her. The thing is, she couldn’t afford a warping license, as was the case with most of the beta teens. She wasn’t aware of any laws against simple just looking around, so she hadn’t been trying to hide her presence.
One of the guards, Steven Zteevn, had spotted her, and asked for her license. When Mary Anne revealed she had none, two other guards came over and arrested her. She fought against it pretty well, but the guards were stronger.
She had, of course, escaped her cell, and was now wandering Sector Triangle. No one knows her current location.
Still, everyone felt a bit concerned about the guards.
Steven themselves, during an interview, admitted they’d felt pretty bad about the whole thing, but needed the job.
Many young betas had somehow gotten the money for licenses (typically by stealing), and managed to finally make it off the planet. Some even tried sneaking others off as well, which rarely succeeded. A young adult named Peter Youngest managed to sneak 53 people off planet over the course of 10 trips, before getting caught only two weeks after getting his warp license. He also escaped to go wander throughout Sector Triangle, though there are also some rumors he made it all the way to Sector Square. There is no actual evidence for this, however, because shapeshifters are very tricky.
Only one person had actually used the warp to come to LG-0220-EXO, a human man who seemed to be close with a beta, and stayed with her sister for a while, before decided LG-0220-EXO was much too violent for him. Her sister, Eliza Key, refused to give up any information about the human man, or even her sister, however neighbors easily were willing to answer questions for enough money. Some things they’d shared did contradict, and there’s no evidence for anything they’d said, but they all managed to agree on a few things.
The first thing was, although he’d been born on GA-0901-EXO, and seemed completely average at first, he wasn’t an entirely normal human. What made him different than other humans and why he was different varied between the people answering, but only one person claimed he was born different, all others claiming he’d been changed by a variety of traumatizing events.
The second thing was he’d committed a horrible crime. What crimes was never agreed upon, but most people said he’d been forced to do it, either threatened, mine controlled, or bribed, depending on who you asked.
The final thing was that he’d known Eleanor’s sister for a very long time, but the only reason she’d let him stay was because she owed someone. Not the human, but someone else. No one agreed on how the person Eleanor’s sister referred to was related to the strange human man (was it his partner? Brother? Father? Friend? Boyfriend? Husband? These were all different answers the neighbors had offered), but they were all sure they must’ve been very close.
The warp was finally destroyed on the date of 02.12.82 by a group of masked betas. The identities of most of them are still unknown, and only Jay Yellow, Mary Anne Yellow’s cousin and the leader of the group that destroyed the warp, was captured. He refused to give up any info, but did take a shockingly long amount of time escaping.
Part four: (this part was fine I guess)
“You're almost there, legends, so let's finish strong! Now that you have a good idea of what your new world looks like, it's time to bring it to life. Whether it's an alien landscape or a fantastical paradise, write 800 words of a story introducing your world, using pointers from Kiara's workshop here to help. The world is yours - go do something amazing with it!”
Y’all I tried but also Brian didn’t even exist before this sooooo… obviously some stuff spiraled. 1011 words yay

Oliver hadn’t been to LG-0220-EXO in years. He’d thought he was never going back.
But then Beetle tried to drive the Rebel Ship 53 while Kyle was on break and crashed it. So now he was not only back, but stuck here. again.
“Hey Oliver, isn’t this the planet you’re from?” Alyssa was working on repairing everything that Beetle had managed to break after flying for ten minutes—so, you know, just the entire ship—with some help from Kyle.
“…yeah,” he sighed. “Everybody, be careful. They don’t like outsiders here, and everyone’s very dangerous.”
“Everyone? Even you?”
“No, I’m very much so an exception, meaning I will definitely not be able to protect us.”
“You’re very scary and dangerous,” Beetle said. “Remember what happened on LE-5314-MON?”
“Child’s play by beta standards.”
“Oh, ok,” Alyssa blurted. “I guess we really are doomed then.”
“Yeah. Beetle, you come with me. Use your spell powers to disguise yourself, don’t make yourself a target. Let’s go see how the Space Station is doing. Alyssa and Kyle? Stay by the ship. Looking human won’t help you here, these people hate humans.”
Alyssa nodded. “I’m on break,” Kyle pointed out.
“Well, be on break near the ship,” Oliver requested. Kyle shrugged.

“Now, I know the Warp’s gone. Saw it on the news. But there’s still a chance the Space Station is functional. They might have supplies, and their rocket hasn’t been destroyed from what I heard,” Oliver mumbled.
“Alright, cool, let’s go,” Beetle exclaimed.
“Although I haven’t heard much. I didn’t think I’d ever need to know how this place was doing…”
“Hey, buddy? You’re doing that thing again.”
“What thing, I’m not doing any thing.“
“You were talking to yourself, and panicking.”
“I was talking to you.”
“Yeah, really quietly though. While pacing.”
Oliver stopped pacing. “Let’s just go then”
“Kay, cool, that was the plan,” Beetle agreed. “But also, like… where?”
“The Space Station.”
“YEAH I HEARD BUT LIKE. WHERE IS THAT?”
“Oh. Well, it’s a bit north, then you go west a bunch, then south, and then just a little bit east.”
“Your instructions make it sound like we’re at this space station.”
“We’re not though, so let’s go.”
“FINALLY.”

Oliver carefully lead them through the streets, somehow managing to avoid getting robbed or stabbed, before stopping at Academy.2746.
“Is that the Space Station? Looks weird,” Beetle thought out loud.
“No, that’s just the school,” Oliver quickly replied.
“Doesn’t look like a school.”
“Yes it does.”
“No it doesn’t.”
“Ok, I get that most planets don’t have an entire class dedicated to lying, but from the outside—“
“It looks like a nightmare.”
“It does show up in my nightmares a lot, sure, but stuff can’t /look/ like a nightmare. That’s not how nightmares work.”
“I mean, just like… the vibes. Nightmare vibes. Like you’re trapped by your fears and memories and it’s terrible.”
“Ok, I must admit, that truly is one of the most accurate descriptions of Academy.2746 I’ve ever heard.”
“I know, I’m just kinda cool like that.”
“Anyway, stop staring at the school and let’s keep going. The Space Station still is pretty far away.”
“Really? My legs already feel like jello.”
“What, how? We’ve hardly done any walking!”
“Yeah, but earlier I was doing laps around the ship.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I was bored. And, exercise is good for you.”
“I know exercise is good for you but like… when did you even have the time for that?”
“While Kyle wasn’t on break.”
“And you’re still tired?”
“Illusion magic is also really hard.”
“For your legs??”
“Yea.”

In front of the space station, someone stood, covered by a cloak, holding a lantern.
“What’s the lantern for, it’s still bright out—“
“Hello, station keeper ignore this kid, we’re both supposed to be here.”
The station keeper held up a dagger. “You’re clearly lying.”
“I apologize, but as you’re fully aware, I was in fact raised to lie as a natural instinct.”
“Yeah, yeah, buddy, that’s great and all, but that’s not the problem. The problem is you’re clearly lying. Are you even a beta?” The station keeper continued holding the dagger, and started also reaching for something Oliver couldn’t quite see.
“Well, I clearly look like one, so the only other option would be a spell caster, right? And if I could cast spells, I could use my magic to make you let us pass.” Oliver looked at Beetle and gestured to the station keeper.
“Your parents did a terrible job teaching you, you’re not even subtle—“
Beetle cast their spell. “Wow, that guy was the worst.”
“They weren’t that bad. I mean, he didn’t even stab us!”
“Why would they just stab us random children???“ Beetle seemed deeply concerned.
“I mean, I know that’s not ok on other planets. Stabbing people for no reason is bad. I haven’t even been here since I was ten years old, I know how the outside world works. But that’s still a decade here, so I am also aware that the fact that we’re not actively bleeding out is honestly the weirdest part of our trip so far.”
“Not getting stabbed is weirder than illusion magic making my legs tired?”
“I know, isn’t this planet great?”

After stealing a bunch of supplies from the Space Station, they managed to fix the ship.
While they were taking off, Oliver thought about how he hadn’t even considered going to see his family. He hated his parents with all his soul.
But his brother hadn’t done anything to him, had he?
Oliver had no proof Brian was even still on the planet. He could’ve escaped on the warp before it was destroyed, or snuck away on a ship. Or maybe he was actively robbing a bank.
He fought back the urge to go back, to look for him, as the ship left the atmosphere. Brian had actually been a good spy. If he’d wanted to see Oliver ever again, he would’ve found him already. Maybe he already had.
Oliver never wanted to go back to LG-0220-EXO again.
so yeah that was a lot. In total, I wrote 2210 words for this, unless I can’t do math. Which would be really bad. But yeah I think it’s fine *thumbs up thumbs up thumbs up* if I messed anything up… that’s really unfortunate I guess :(

Daily two:
“Quick! Go to the comments of the main cabin and post five words of your choice for someone to use in a story. Then, pick someone else’s five words to use in a story of your own! Write 300 words to gain 200 points for your cabin, and an extra 100 points if you decide to share your lovely writing piece with us.”
My words were “well, fairies, dreams, escape, boots” (thanks so much for your good taste in random words allowing me to spiral as hard as I did here, @HermioneVoiceActress (aka sorry for spiraling as hard as I did here))
Anyway enjoy my chaotic refusal to write any “short” story and instead creating a full fantasy world that even I don’t fully understand attempt at doing this daily!!

Every night, Eleanor would have the same dream. She would be going to get water from the Cursed Well in the Fae Woods, and hear a vaguely familiar voice at the bottom.
“Eleanor, Eleanor, don’t you want to go home? Eleanor, Eleanor, don’t you want to be free?”
Every single time, she’d try a different strategy, desperately attempting to avoid the same inevitable end of the dream. But she could never resist looking to see who was down there, who was talking to her.
The moment she’d lean forward, a hand would reach out and grab her, pulling her into the well. “Eleanor, Eleanor, why won’t you let me take you home? Eleanor, Eleanor, why don’t you want to be free?”
After the first week, she’d stop screaming, and once it had been a month, she’d just allowed it to become a normal part of her life.
Last week, on a cloudy morning in the Dreary Month, Widow Toad had been suddenly gone. All that were left in her room was a pair of boots with a note on them saying they were for Eleanor. Although, it is worth mentioning Eleanor never got to read the note herself, as Iris Lynn had torn it up instantly, muttering something about fae magic. This wasn’t the most unusual, since many people living in the Iron Tower Inn had vanished. It was just something you had to get used to.
During Studying Time this evening, Iris Lynn had interrupted Eleanor’s reading with a request. “Eleanor, go fetch some water.”
“Iris Lynn, didn’t you hear? The Elven Bridge was burned by those horrible shadow horses. Honestly, I’m shocked no one has done anything about them yet, after all the trouble they’ve been causing.”
“Why not just use the Cursed Well?”
Eleanor hesitated. “… I suppose it is closer anyway.”

Every night, Cherry Rose would have the same dream. She would be going to catch the shadow horses, trying to send them back to where they were meant to live, over by the Monster Sanctuary, when one of them would speak to her in an eerily familiar voice.
“Cherry Rose, Cherry Rose, what are you doing here? Cherry Rose, Cherry Rose, what do you want?”
Each night she’d ignore the shadow horse that spoke to her, though she couldn’t resist trying to ride at least one of them.
She never could figure out how she’d managed to be surprised every time the shadow horse would start carrying her away to a well she’d only seen in the dreams, followed by the speaking shadow horse. “Cherry Rose, Cherry Rose, do you want to go somewhere new? Cherry Rose, Cherry Rose, don’t you just wish you could leave this terrible place?”
Every night she’d be almost disappointed when she’d wake up, realizing she was still stuck in the horrible Iron Tower Inn.
Two weeks ago, a rainy evening near the end of the Dreary Month, a young woman named Eleanor had been suddenly gone. Everything in the room was gone but her boots, which Iris Lynn had given to Cherry Rose. Cherry Rose hadn’t really wanted the boots of a missing lady she’d never met, but her cousin had insisted she’d keep them. It was then she quickly decided to look into Eleanor and Iris Lynn.
Eventually Iris Lynn had come up to her during Writing Time. “Beloved cousin of mine, have you heard the news? They’ve finally caught the shadow horses. I know it’s quite… improper, sneaking off during Writing Time, but I must admit, if you wanted to go see them, I would cover for you. You would owe me one though.”
Cherry Rose jumped up. “Where are they?”
“They currently are in the Fae Woods, if I remember correctly. Which I, as always, definitely do.”

Olivia and Oliver had been playing by the Cursed Well that afternoon in the Green Month, when they’d heard a voice. Olivia had pointed out that it wasn’t a very good idea to talk to strangers, but when the voice had offered the two a chance to escape to the “real world”, Olivia had been given no choice, as Oliver had immediately grabbed her hand, and carelessly leaped into the well. She wasn’t sure how, but the boots their mother had given her fell off as soon as she’d been close enough to the well.

Olivia slowly opened her eyes. She stared at a ceiling that she suddenly recognized as the roof of her apartment’s bedroom—quickly pushing away the strange idea that she’d ever lived anywhere else, like a place called the Iron Tower Inn in some fantasy world—and quickly climbed out of bed, running to the living room. It was a Thursday, and they had pancakes on Thursday.
Her mom was talking to some lady named Eleanor about “how grateful they were for Iris Lynn’s work to bring everyone back” and “how worried they were”.
“Mum? I want my pancakes now,” she quickly interrupted, as Oliver quietly followed her and nodded.
Her mother turned to face her and suddenly began to cry. “Olivia? Oliver? It really did work?”
“What, did you think me and Cherry Rose were liars?” Eleanor shook her head.
“Honestly, I just was hoping my children could avoid falling into wells.”
“…ok but where are the pancakes?”

Daily one:
Oops I missed it y’all

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ChueyTheCatBFF

Daily - 3/1/25
Words - winged, grace, thunder, veil, rue (by @littlelonebird)

Rain pattered against the window, and I lay beneath the chilly glass that shielded me from the echoing thunderclaps and heavy downpour. Sorrow filled my bones, and I watched the sky as it changed from that bluish-gray of a storm to a deep black that felt soulful and filled with malice and regret.
The color of the sky was similar to the bitterness that filled my heart. Somehow, watching the rain, I noticed how cold and sharp I had become as I had aged, but I knew it was validated. My childhood felt ripped away from me, replaced with a hollow feeling of maturity and world-weariness I never knew I could feel. I watched the rain drip down, and I smiled, although there was no trace of happiness in my expression.
I was the rain. My feelings poured from the clouds, surrounded by the terror of the lightning striking and the intensity of the storm. I was a good person, deep in my soul, but I was too affected by the cares of this world. Now, I am a changed man. Kindness and grace was rooted in my heart, but was drowned out by the ruefulness and spite that the world was forced to embody.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a blur of white perched on a tree branch. A small dove peeked through the storm, her tiny eyes carrying a spark of optimism. This bird, was my soul. Surrounded by darkness, but the winged creature was really the hope that carried me through the day. What would it all be for, I realized, if not for that glimmer of hope she carried with her?
I smiled faintly, real excitement lighting up my once-darkened eyes. Tearing my eyes away from the window, I already knew what would happen.
Soon, the storm would be lifted, and the rain would stop as the bird emerged victorious against the terrible adversity.
And soon, I would, too, be lifted from this storm.

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AmazaEevee

Daily #2
3/1/2025
399 words

--Artsy_Girl-- wrote:
ringtone, alarm, glass, identity, footsteps

TW: Blood/minor injury

Miri’s ringtone plays, vibrating her leg, and she reaches into her pocket, clicking the side to turn her alarm off. Okay. This was it. She’d prepared weeks for this. Nerves aren’t what’s going to make her turn around from finding her true now. Inhaling, she swipes her sweaty palms aside either side of her pants and walks straight towards the glass window. With each footstep, her heartbeat drums louder in her ears, drowning out the soft hum of her car engine, and Miri’s eyes flutter shut as she imagines her body turning fluid. Limbs turning into liquid, gas, nothingness. The thumping in her head stops for a moment, a sudden hush lulling her limp body through the cold glass.

And the thumping resumes with the wave of fresh air filling her lungs, as she stumbles forward. Miri sighs and leans her head backwards, steading her limbs on the solid glass behind her. She did it. She went through the glass and got in.

Eyes darting around, she recomposes herself, pressing her body up with her forearms and assessing the building. Dark, empty. She’d made sure that everyone had left after the bakery closed earlier that evening. No alarms going off either. And more importantly, the vault was left unattended.

Her body protests as she lifts herself off the ground, still adjusting to the sudden change of matter. Pain jolts through her. Red warmth snakes down Miri’s left forearm and she rolls her shoulder backwards to see a glint of light reflecting off of glass stuck in it. Gritting her teeth, she wipes the blood with her sleeve and heads down the hallway. She’d have to deal with the side effects later.

Down to the end of the hall, turn left, until the hidden door on the right. She’d arrived just as she had planned, the layout was just as she had researched. Miri’s fingers latch onto the little crevasse in the wall, her arm throbbing as she yanks the door open.

Her breath hitches.

A hazy mist slides out from the enclosed room. The vault. It’s right there. She’s so close to finding the answers to half completed paper work and people in her life that seem only to be ghosts, never existed in anything other than rumors and word of mouth.

Miri reaches a hand out, her arms trembling as her fingers curl around the vault and CLANK!

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icebunny11

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

◪ Noͦ 2
Wordcount: 705/300
Topic: 5-word inspo!
Points earned: 200+100 for proof
Cabin: Bi-Fi

My inspo- Frozen, eloquent, deep, red, scarred

Xavi would never go back to Droquet, no matter how many times Vinshllah almost froze him to death. Using the shadows that made up your army to make a blanket for yourself instead was quite humiliating, even when there was nobody around in the Desolate Region, but it was still not enough to make him return to his “birthright”. He was sure Callous could take the throne instead of him. After all, it was what his dear father had planned to do anyway.
Shaking his head and regretably making himself stand up, he looked down at his scarred arm- a gift he had received for being overconfident with the frostbears. He had been hunting them down slowly, trying to find their leader's den, and clearly, he had been too hungry and too tired last night to even realise he had been slashed. He had only noticed when he looked down to see the deep red pools of liquid contrasting with the icy white snow. Xavi thought the people in Droquet were pale- clearly, the Ice Clan had to prove him wrong. He hadn't bandaged it properly either, leaving a horrible scar on his left forearm. He was lucky it hadn't gotten infected, though in this climate, he was positive absolutely nothing could grow here but silentburs.
He turned his neck side to side, stretching out his stiff and screaming muscles, itching to be underneath the comfort of the warm shadow blanket. He withdrew it back to his ring, the metal feeling a tad bit heavier, like it always did. Picking up his rug sack and staff, he dissolved the weapon into his mindspace before starting to follow the direction he had so cleverly marked out.
Right, left, little to the north. Then another sharp left before a slow, careful right. It seemed easy in his head, but ages out in the winter. Each step felt like he was dragging along four times his body weight, the snow reaching up to his shins. He ought to get used to it by now, considering he had already been living here for six months, but it was the complete opposite of Selenemi. It was a shame he had been forced to move away from that clan as well. Their weather was perfect for Xavi- an “eternal night”, as they called it.
Blinking slowly, he forced himself to count each step, to stay on track. If he lost his way now, he would never be able to collect the shadow he had been working so hard on. Just thinking about the amount of mana that one frostbear had was already sending him into an ecstasy overload, which was quite rare. He couldn't remember the last time he had been excited for something other than his weekly meditating sessions back home-
His thoughts were cut in half and he sucked in a breath.

There.
There it was. The cave.

He resonated his staff, clutching it tightly in his right arm and walking as softly as the snow would let him. His ears picked up on the bear's breathing as soon as he was close enough. It seemed to be sleeping. K*lling it would be the easy part, as long as he was quick enough. As for extracting the shadow, that would be the difficult part.
Managing to creep up to the cave entrance, he closed his eyes, prayed out his final words, and peeped his head in.

Xavi wasn't eloquent in frostbear, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that even he could not take on the massive beauty of a beast lying in its cave. Obviously, something was wrong with it; perhaps it was sick, if it hadn't heard a human approach it even after they had reached the mouth of its den. Even so, whether or not he managed to reach the frostbear close enough to touch its fur, he would only be able to pierce through an inch of its enormous neck before it snapped his staff in half, eyeing his ribcage next. Not daring to breathe, he backed out, carefully walking as far as could away from the cave, begrudgingly going back to the village side.

He would get that shadow.
Just… not today.

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Broken-Ice

☀ Muxa :: Daily #2 ☀
★ 5 Word Prompt ★

Winged, aflame, celestial, soar, kindly

TW: implied death (sorry gang…)

★ Eternity
This ancient world was not blind to the truths of the cycle, for it had experienced rebirth time and time again. It was an unending cycle of vigor, then decay, and then eventual demise. Those who lived long enough to experience this cycle were not immune to its chains and bonds, as hard as they tried to break free from the shackles.
Despite this, the care for life was what the first of the eternes pursued. Born of the third cycle, their wings burned with the passion of those before them. The eternes formed expansive groups of tight-knit communities, protective of the land that they had seen fall many times before. They celebrated new life, as well as death; they knew that for what came from the world, must eventually return to the world.
These felidén were a near-perfect recreation of the cycle, capable of regenerating after death to be reborn. Their wings were made up of feathers of fire, with feathers of celestial light adorned on them. This celestial light had been given to them so that they would protect the world, a choice made by the two Celestials who had risen to power within Illos during the fourth cycle.
They were colloquially deemed phoenixes for their striking similarity to the bird of eternal flames from legends, though eternes were more closely related to the other winged felidén that came into existence just before the third cycle.
The nation of Selocht was formed. Selocht was created by the uniting of multiple eternes families, the family of Fenhert led by Aodha, the family of Saenin led by Kehnear, and the family of Eilan led by Crélia. The Tricouncil was formed and made up of various heads that oversaw the nation. They were dedicated to peacekeeping, working closely with the Celestials. However, the cyclekeeper was not pleased with the progress toward permanence.
The cycle went on, the Celestials fell and new power rose.

★ The Decay
The fifth cycle, the Epoch of Anetra, was no longer than the one before it, and it was one still tainted by the perpetual cycle that they all lived in. Calamity had been befalling Selocht, the nation losing its strength from the cyclic forces that wished for the power to return to the world.
A warning sounded out; the darkness was just outside of the walls. Rosan watched with his people, weaponry in each one of their grasps. Their bodies were adorned with armor made up of shed ashke scales imported from the Kyrou of Pathile – the realm over from Cazaite that Selocht had settled in after being driven out from the homeland.
A flame fell from the sky; Rosan let out a motivating shout in signal. Wings were set aflame, as they dove down to strike against the darkness. Rosan gripped his spear in one paw following suit with the rest of his fighters. The magical engravings in his spear lit up before it burst into flames. His eyes gleamed a piercing yellow as he fought for his family, his community, his people, and his world.
“Watch out for the lightning!” Rosan heard one of the soldiers to his side shout out to the rest of them. He nodded his head, weaving through the battlefield in search of the source of the power. This corrosive power always had a source, he thought.
There was not enough time. Smoke drifted into the air, encapsulating the sky within a gloomy haze of ash. Lights flickered in the distance as explosions rang out. Rosan paused, glancing back to the city for a few moments, the few moments that he even had to think. He could turn back, or he could keep pursuing the source.
Rosan spun around, shouting orders to those he passed.
Someone had to stop the fight, but he had to go back and protect the city itself. Even if he were to defeat the forces against them, it would mean nothing if there was no one to return to after the fight.
They had already made it into the city. Buildings were toppled over by the destructive power of the forces against them, trapping civilians within. Rosan quickly lifted a few of the fallen pillars and rubble using his magic to get his people out.
“Go, they are attacking in the south. Head north,” he said, pointing towards the still-standing tower. They had planned ahead of time for an evacuation in the north to regroup with the city over for reinforcements. Rosan only hoped that this would work.
He continued forth, striking the enemies that were in his path as he rushed through the city to aid as many as he could. Eventually, more of his forces were within the city aiding in the evacuation. The situation seemed to be letting up, but the source still had not been found. He furrowed his brows.
There was no time for rest yet, he still had to help his own family flee. They were fortunately not as close to where the attack on the city was launched. Rosan knew all too well what being an important member meant, though, and so did the dark force against them.
It all went by so fast the moment he made it home to evacuate his own family. He had been snuck up on and attacked, the building collapsing around him. Rosan held Araous, his wife, and Xas and Marle, his children, protectively.
It was not long until there was light and the sound of rumbling. Soon, they were freed by Anetra, the follower of the cycle, alongside Noxes.

★ Impermanence
After the wars against the corrosive force that named itself the Proxes, the eternes once more created a pact with the protectors from Ilos. Rosan led the push to join forces with the new Great Protectors, eventually leading to Selocht becoming a part of the cyclekeeper’s council of nations.
Peace did not last long. As with all things, madness struck once more, except within the council that followed the cyclekeeper. Anetra had defected, seemingly having been driven by some madness leading her to restart the cycle leading to her unfortunate demise. The eternes united with Noxes to bring the dawn of a new era.
Dawn quickly turned to dusk, the fall of a great nation that crumbled and dwindled in numbers. Time and time again, there was war, famine, destruction, and defeat. Such was the cycle of power as it moved from one person to the next, until the world all came crumbling down around them, becoming life-giving dew to water the new life.
Until it was reborn only to return to decay when Selocht fell, candles were lit, drifting out onto the waters. Pyres were lit, and bells were tolled. Something grew from the ashes of the First Cycle, similar to how the eternes had been born as an anomaly of the cycles.
The dark force only got stronger, not weaker, much like they had gotten stronger and never reaching decay.
Now decay was upon them. Life had passed, now it was for decay to take them back to the cycle. The solemn songs rang out as each one passed and was reclaimed.
Born by fire, reclaimed by fire. The eternes were not as eternal as they had fallen into the belief of, leaving the world still wanting to do more.
“Perhaps some day the phoenix will return to protect the world in our absence.”

- Marle

Word Count: 1238

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(Probably abysmally edited because I finished this so late. I'll probably proofread this with fresh eyes in the morning </3)

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Putting this here for sharing to some people/someone:

The chatter and action within the bright, stone walled hallway starkly contrasted the slow-moving business of the city in slumber that was just outside of the window. The council was making their way down the hallway and into the meeting room. Guards stood watch outside of the door, holding magic tipped spears within their paws.
The council were adorned with formal décor, though Virna had a bit more of a subtle appearance compared to the rest. They were led by a large navy-colored eshizuru. He dipped his head respectfully to the guards as they passed through the entryway to the meeting room.
“It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Jujsa spoke as she stepped through. Virna nodded along with the rest of the council before they all sat down into their designated seating areas.
“Only a couple of months, not too long,” Virna mused. It felt like a while, but it really had only been a couple of months. Council meetings had to be frequent, though Virna felt that they were far too infrequent for his likings.
“I do wish they were more frequent, though. There are a lot of important matters to discuss in these meetings…” Virna said, trailing off a bit. His eyes flashed a glance at Keyka to his left.
“More frequent?” Keyka echoed, her eyes narrowed at the younger council member. She giggled and shook her head with a smile on her face. Virna glared at her, ruffling the feathers of his wings that were resting to his side.
A loud huff came from the other side of Keyka, the scarred eye of a burly bymian was narrowed into slits at the two of them.
“That’s enough,” Elstren growled, the scraping of claws against wood could be heard from his direction. He turned to his side to the eshizuru that was sitting there.
“Any news from Ijulan, Taisi?” He asked, adjusting his wings.
“He must be ashamed to be present after his wings fell off from void’s blight,” Keyka mocked the missing council member. Virna growled at the remark.
“Missing wings? Clearly you have no care-“ He snapped before being cut off.
“That will be discussed shortly when Kinura Adekhi ey Celstja arrives,” Taisi responded, raising his voice over the silent laughter. He stood up straight, towering over the rest of the council that sat there. Virna lowered his head every time he spoke, even if he had equal authority as the rest of them.
The pale bymian that sat across from Virna blinked. A smile crept up onto her face.
“How intriguing…” Kinu whispered, her low voice sounding like a song capable of putting one into a trance.
“Does it have to do with Canaixa?” The narrow-eyed bymian to the left of her opened his eyes to scowl. His face scrunched up with pure disdain for the words that he spoke.
“I would assume not,” Virna spoke up, “We have been on neutral terms with them.”
“They haven’t overstepped the line in Arys, so likely not to do with Canaixa, Nanyi ey Neroka,” Kinu laughed, turning to look directly at the bymian. She was easily dwarfed by him due to her smaller stature. Her bright yellow eyes stared up at his narrowed blue eyes.
Suddenly, the door swung open. Two guards had opened it to allow a spotted cloaked feline to enter. He sat down at the empty spot of the table right of Virna. Virna dipped his head respectfully to the newcomer, though no one else seemed to.
“Ah, Kinura Adekhi, you have arrived,” Taisi grinned from the opposite end of the table. He tapped his claw against the table expectingly.
“End your squabbling, it is time to begin the meeting,” Adekhi narrowed his eyes at the rest of them, flicking his scarred right ear. He took out a couple of papers from his bags and set them onto the table for all of them to see. A map of Unebia appeared before them on the table, markers of different regions and territories were all visible.
“The reconnection with the rest of Ieunqa is in progress still. No specifics on it as of right now. Aid from Cxivosi Circle on research is still pending, not sure when they will respond,” Adekhi began, glancing over to Virna.
“I am no longer one of the heads of research in Cxivosi Circle. It has been a messy couple of months transitioning the subordinates I previously were leading to a new head of research. I will fetch your letter and deliver it to Estell promptly,” Virna nodded. Unless it is a matter for Myuta… He contemplated.
“… Unless you need me to pass it onto Myuta. However, I am sure that Estell would pass it upwards to her if so,” Virna concluded. Adekhi nodded, looking back down at the papers and moving through them. Virna did not want to pry in potentially secret business, but it appeared to mostly be a list of important items for discussion.
“I am also wanting to consult Cxivosi Circle on the research pertaining to void’s blight. It is extremely important that we solve this illness,” The Kinura sighed. Virna nodded, wishing he had something to write this all down on to work on when he returned home. He glanced around in search of something to write on and write with, but only found the scowling faces of the rest of the council. They truly have no care for these problems within Unebia… Virna frowned, turning back to Adekhi.
Adekhi gazed up from the papers to look at Taisi across from him.
“Ijulan is absent to handle a situation in the south with Criza. Merchants that were returning from Criza were attacked on the trade route north into Osia Lyera. It has since been considered unsafe to travel,” Adekhi explained. The map changed to present the problem as described. The south Zornoth isles were marked in red along with the trade route marker.
“Did we lose any airships?” Keyka questioned, “I am sure Virna would have a great time sorting out the creation of new airships.”
“We have plenty in stores in store in Cximia. I do not oversee the airship creation, only the storing of airships made by the Yin family south in Enth,” Virna shook his head.
“I will send some right away if needed-“
“No need,” Adekhi said, “no airships were destroyed, only looted. This likely is an isolated incident, though it is cause for concern.”
“I have intel from the south that Criza is planning an attack,” Taisi spoke up. The rest of the council quickly turned their heads towards Taisi. Virna was stunned by that remark. Another war? This time with Criza? He scowled.
Kinu hissed across from him, “those savages… Think they can take our land?!”
“They have grown considerably since the wars against Iralux years ago-“
“How dare they take advantage of us-“
“Enough!” Adekhi stood up, shouting at the erupting council chatter. The discussion slowly died down before everyone finally turned attentively towards his direction.
“We will assemble an army for when that time comes, revive the special forces if we have to. For now, we will keep a tight watch on Criza and their behavior. If needed, I will personally speak to the Crizan leaders,” He announced. It was not enough to appease the disturbed council as whispers still brewed among them. Virna was silent, contemplating what this all meant.
Adekhi was also silent to his right. Virna turned over to observe the ruler of Unebia. He never knew Adekhi personally, only ever interacting with him for business and council purposes. It was difficult to read him due to this. Virna believed that he cared deeply about the conflicts that troubled Unebia.
“I say we fight them. Bite off the head before it bites us,” Kinu sang, “the Enyellas will back this decision and send young fighters if necessary.”
“Do you not have a weak wingless in your ranks? What good would a bad omen do in a war?” Elstren turned to the Enyellas council member who simply was blinking at him. Not out of disbelief, but out of contempt.
“Yes, best send that dead weight off into a war than to leave it back with us,” Kinu grinned.
“We are not going to fight, yet,” Adekhi remarked, “we mustn’t provoke them until we know for certain that they are attacking us.”
“Whatever our course of action is,” Taisi began, standing up himself. The rest of the council turned their attention to the eshizuru. Virna felt the morale raise in the air around him.
“We will be able to make it through this oncoming conflict. We succeeded against Iralux so many years ago. We succeeded against the cxynis. Unebia has never been more unified than today after all of these crises, conflicts, wars, deaths, and bloodshed. Our path forward is ignited with fire and our wings burn ever brighter,” Taisi exclaimed. There was a hum and a nod in agreement.
“Let the phoenix rise from the ashes,” Kinu cried out, raising her cup.
“Let the phoenix rise from the ashes!” the table cheered. Virna was a quiet voice in the cheer. He thought he heard Adekhi completely silent during it.

∗ ∗ ∗

The meeting kept going on for hours, though it had been wrapped up for a while before he made for his departure. Most of it was not productive discussion filled with snide remarks. Virna played no part in the overall discussion, mostly mulling over all of the problems around Unebia. There was a lot going on throughout Unebia that was being completely blindsided by the rest of the individuals on the council.
Virna was beginning to question the point of the council. He could tell that Adekhi wanted to pull power away from the monarchy, but he was not sure what a council filled with individuals that only cared about flaunting their reputation, wealth, and power would to do aid Unebia.
Adekhi was the only one who put the bare minimum of effort, yet at the same time he was not. Taisi was another that acted, almost on his behalf even. Virna had no idea what Adekhi sought to succeed in his current position, but he had no time to ponder upon it. There was far too much to settle within Cxivosi. Perhaps his retirement would have to be pushed back a couple of years again because of the incompetence. He trusted the new heads of research, but he was not certain about the future of Unebia.
Virna let out an exhale as he gazed out of the massive palace windows. Life was moving on in the city beyond the walls, even if it was at a sluggish pace there was still life. That was what Unebia was, it was the people as a whole not the ones who controlled the nation.
He had no idea how long this would last.
The port was just as quiet as it appeared from within the palace. There were few that surrounded him, mostly those who were boarding the airship to get shipments moved up to the northern port. Virna was the first one to depart from the capital as the rest of the council stayed behind to either wait for their airships to arrive or stayed back to discuss things with Taisi.
There was the sound of someone approaching in a hurry. Virna turned to see an ilustros approaching him adorned in armor. She appeared to be one of the guards underneath Taisi or from Elstren – either way, she had to have been someone told to speak to him. He had never seen this ilustros in his life, but Virna could tell that he was intentionally approaching him.
“Ah, Virna ey Cximia, I finally caught up to you,” the ilustros said.
“I was sent by Taisi to escort you. With the latest news, it may not be safe for you to depart without an escort,” she explained before Virna could inquire.
“Very well,” Virna nodded, not commenting further. The ilustros followed along with him as he went over to wait for the arrival of the Cxivosi airship. Virna had planned ahead of time for it to arrive so that he would have to avoid the incessant flaunting of the other council members.
Eventually the airship arrived, Virna and his escort immediately boarded first. Not many were boarding at that hour due to the unexpected reschedule, and it was by his own request for as few to be on board.
Virna made his way down into the lower quarters with his escort.
“What’s your name?” he glanced over to the ilustros following him.
“That is not important, sir.”
“I would rather not call you my escort,” Virna mused, gazing out of the window that overlooked the darkness below.
The airship began descending into the sky, heading north towards the port on the north side of Zornoth. There was much silence between them, the ilustros refusing to share her own name. He sat there, gazing out at the scenery that he was hovering above. Virna wished to not pry, even if he was beginning to question if she had come from Taisi.
The moment he turned his back his body went cold, and his vision went black. There was nothing that could save him. The last thing he heard were screams and shouts, the overwhelming nothingness taking him in its embrace.

Last edited by Broken-Ice (March 19, 2025 02:46:22)

PixelDucko

March 2nd:

“Quick! Go to the comments of the main cabin and post five words of your choice for someone to use in a story. Then, pick someone else’s five words to use in a story of your own! Write 300 words to gain 200 points for your cabin, and an extra 100 points if you decide to share your lovely writing piece with us.”

Author's Notes:
▸ the ending was very rushed + this piece is not proofread because unspiration struck
▸ tbh not satisfied with this but yeah

“truth, indigo, escape, fireflies, hugs”
– @tapdancer707

Riptide clutched the scroll, the words drifting around the page. They did not make any sense anymore. They never did.

He slammed his face into his hands, wishing to be anywhere but this silly forest. Anywhere than these indigo skies that once gave him peace, but now haunted him as a reminder of what he failed to do. The trees loomed over him, shaking their leaves in disgust. Even the glowing moss was gloomy today.

He banged his fist on the grass once.

I’m a failure.

Twice. His eyebrows wrinkled.

If I can’t save the world, who will?

Thrice. Tears slipped through his eyes.

I’ve run out of all hope.

Four times, and that was the last. His hands rushed to his face, trying to catch the sob that broke through. He breathed heavily, stiffening his cries and making sure nobody could hear. Oath, Anastasia, Pierce – they were all strong. They genuinely knew how to stand their ground, when to hold onto things and when to let go.

All Riptide’s strength was a facade.

He didn’t let go when he knew he was wrong. He held onto tiny strings, onto the tiny bits of hope that he believed would rescue him from a disastrous world. Now look at where it got him – nowhere. He’ll go back to being a useless farmer with no parents and no friends.

This time, though, it would be worse.

He would have nothing to look forward to. Nothing to dream of, nothing to believe in.

He couldn’t stand the thought, and more tears rushed out, breaking through his strong mask and showing how truly ridiculous he was. Perhaps that was the truth he was looking for all along. He just denied it, turning his ears to lies and empty bits of encouragement from his foolish mind.

“…Riptide?”

He gasped, wiping his tears but keeping his back turned on the one who was right all along.

Pierce was always right. Riptide just refused to believe that all this time.

Pierce inched closer, hovering awkwardly over Riptide’s curled body.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked.

Riptide stayed quiet. He hesitated, but landed on, “Yes.”

Pierce nodded. His footsteps turned quieter until everything was silent. Everything except for the disapproving rustle of the trees and the chirp of a passing cricket.

There he goes, abandoning people when he used to run to them. It’s become a habit now, one that he may never escape.

He sniffed and untangled himself from his curled figure. His eyes drifted to the abandoned scroll, lying on the grass beside him. It felt wrong to do anything but research. Turns out that was wrong, too. He would regret it if he lost one more thing today, though, so he stuffed the scroll into his bag and took the long route back to their campsite.

Riptide made sure to be as slow as he could, yet his slowest wasn’t enough to avoid Pierce. The prince sat cross-legged on the grass, leaning against a tree and gazing up at the starry sky. Riptide tried his best to ignore him and shuffled quietly towards his own tent.

“Are you… er, okay now?” Pierce asked despite Riptide’s efforts.

Riptide entered the tent, leaving Pierce with no reply.

What was the point of talking if all of Riptide’s words were useless anyway?

Anastasia stared at the ceiling of her tent. Outside of this brief structure, a forest brimmed with life. Stars splattered an indigo sky, glowing moss hugged soaring trees, critters scurried here and there. The scenery felt less like a dream with each passing day. This was it – this was adventure. She could frolic among fields and explore dark caves as much as she liked. Her royal duties didn’t matter in this vast expanse.

Yet her reality would soon revert back to a fantasy if Riptide gave up. He was the group’s determination, their reminder of their mission. Not just that, but he was a beloved friend. How would their team function without him? How would they go on with a hole in their hearts, a hole that nobody else could fill?

She wasn’t ready to lose her friend. She wasn’t ready to lose this wondrous world. Regardless of where she had to venture, she would find a way to ignite Riptide’s spark again. They all would.

After all, they were a team.

Oath groaned. He paced around his tent.

Riptide Ostenberg. Given up on hope? It almost felt like a dream. No, it was more of a nightmare.

That dear farmer always found a way to spite Oath. Right as he believed, right as he was ready to truly trust kindness again, Riptide snipped his tie to morals. There could not have been a worse time. His friend, dare he say his best friend, was ready to pack up and leave this all behind. Leave him behind. Oath could not possibly allow that, could he? Especially when they were on the verge of saving the world. As mentioned: no worse time.

Oath sighed and stood still, letting the darkness soak him in. He ran a hand through his hair.

This was not good. He would need a plan. They would need a plan if they wished for their friend to return. Riptide was a highly stubborn individual. He wouldn’t budge at a lazy, no-good plan.

This would take a while to think about, but Oath was willing to take that plunge.

After all, Riptide was his first friend.

“Are you… sure of this, Riptide? ‘Cause honestly, this all feels useless,” Pierce muttered.

Riptide marched in front of the group, lighting up the trail with a blaze of torchlight. Chilly air drifted over them, threatening to extinguish their only source of light.

Riptide swung his head around and glared at Pierce.

“Useless?” he scoffed. “This isn’t useless, North.” He turned his head back towards the forest in front of him. Trees soared past the clouds. “I know it may feel like it, but we’ve just got to keep trying.”

Pierce remembered that day, just a few weeks after he became a member of the group. He remembered how they contacted the fireflies, how it was indeed not useless. The sentient specks of light had whirled around them, encircling them with a bright blaze that competed with the sun. That day was the day he began to truly trust in Riptide, the day he learnt that the outside world wasn’t as dangerous as the Queen said it was.

They still argued. Pierce still doubted, and that made Riptide’s fists clench. That furrowed Pierce’s eyebrows in response. There would be yelling, there would be tears and intervention from the other members of the group. At the end of the day, though, they always returned with sincere apologies and hesitant smiles. Somehow, at some point, their arguments were replaced with supportive discussions and words of encouragement.

That streak of peace ended.

Riptide was losing hope.

Riptide gave Pierce something to believe in when he thought there was no use to anything. Pierce needed to give that hope back, to let him know that there is a way. They were so close. They couldn’t give up now, couldn’t give up one of their friends now.

Riptide ignited that flame within the entire group. It was time to ignite his flame.

Word Count: 1,221

skycitrus

march 2 daily:

5 words from sweetzeal: clouds, greenery, purple, horrified, dreamy

the clouds parted slowly as the sky shifted from violet to navy
my eyes followed the twinkling stars, admiring every single sparkle.
the cool breeze stroked my face gently
the moon formed a shining white circle
greenery seen in the distance
an elegant tree’s petals swirled away
from its branches in a subtle dance
its time dwindled down, unable to stay
as i stared, the dreamy lights faded and exhaustion washed over me
soon, i found myself drifting away from reality
in the realm of slumber, i soared across my neighborhood easily
and rested upon the swaying sea.
suddenly, a light, cold tap bloomed
on my shoulder, spreading agony across my forearm.
i awoke horrified, another brutal life resumed
i don’t want to write anymore - there isn’t any harm
in doing so, but everything is draining my energy
what is all this living and working for?
i wish i could stop existing. if i could flee,
i wouldn’t need to do any of these repetitive chores.
wouldn’t it be so much easier?
but my favorite purple-haired people like amaii
and biboo and moona and ina make clear
that life is still worth living -
their radiant personalities,
sparkling like jewels in the dark flooring,
refresh my mind as effectively as coffees.
it’s peculiar how my fingers could conjure scenes
so diligently before, but now i can barely think of
anything to say - there is nothing to be gleaned
from sitting around and trying to love what i used to love.
my mind struggles to breathe with foggy gauze wrapped
around my eyes, i can’t see anything other than the clouds
surrounding my path, blocking the past me who tapped
happily and quickly, unafraid and loud.
now there’s nothing i enjoy about writing except
for watching the increasing word count. after years
of not practicing, my writing is frustratingly inept
and whenever i try to write, the result is a session of tears.

_

march 3 daily

3 words from HippotheHippo bus, carribean, candle

hello, humans. have you ever wondered which vehicle is the best? bikes, cars, or trains? planes, boats, or even carriages? in fact, the answer is none of the above.

CandleBus™ is the newest mode of transportation - a seemingly normal bus that can turn into a candle with a swipe of the finger! a complex interface located next to the steering wheel provides countless options for every single one of your desires. not only can it easily transform into a thumb-sized candle, but the interface’s advanced AI technology can also read your thoughts by scanning your forehead and tell you exactly where you need to go. for example, if you are thinking about going on a vacation, it will immediately teleport you to a randomized vacation spot. if you need to arrive at school in five minutes, it will conquer speed limits without detection and get you to where you want to be. even better, when directed to transform into a candle, the CandleBus™ shrinks in one millisecond and automatically returns to your dominant hand. furthermore, it can control its flame intensity depending on the surrounding temperature as well as the client’s mood. clearly, this technology is the best choice for chilly winter days.

some critics may think this is impossible, but it is not the case. there is scientific evidence backing the efficiency of CandleBus™ - a team of scientists has meticulously conducted tests to ensure the effectiveness of CandleBus™, and the safety of these vehicles has been 100% proven! a survey conducted on one hundred random people has shown that driving satisfaction levels soared to an all time high, averaging at roughly 200 out of 5 stars. anonymous reviewers stated that they used the candle daily, since it also acted as a hand warmer alongside its transportational abilities.

most importantly, CandleBus™ is a limited-time item and will not be coming back after the sale period, so make sure to buy it before time runs out! the sales period lasts from march 3rd to march 27th. check it out on amazon.com! it will be sure to blow your mind when it arrives at your doorstep!!!!

Last edited by skycitrus (March 4, 2025 00:01:40)

1lMaM

“oh, there's a new daily”

time unravels, for me.
weeks fall into each other. i experience years daily, centuries weekly, slipping into the past when i should be in the present and mulling over theories of the future. it happens when you've been immortal since…
since…
nothing new ever happens, not anymore.
is there ever a time i found something new? human nature never changes. war has been around as long as i can remember.
and i've always been there to save us.
but i…
now i just spend the days? years? here.
in a chair.
with my eyes glazed over, leaning back and rocking forward, forgoing food until my body, stuck in time, demands it. with the walls covered in endless marks from back when i was trying to count the years, my mind aching with the pain of thousands of years and my body just fine. my mind is… so tired. i guess it needs a little endless sleep every now and then. we weren't built to be immortal, we…
someone is here, in this room.
the witch who started this.
“would you like another dream?” she says, the glint in her eyes gone.
i can barely remember how to form a word, so i nod-

“HELP!”
Your eyes dart around, trying to find a handhold, searching for the source of the scream. You're quivering, whimpering, barely able to hold on. You yell at the person to hold on even as your hands are sweating, threatening to slip. Threatening to fall. You don't dare look past the place you heard the scream.
“I'M HERE!”
Your cloak is going to latch onto the rock and cost you your life any moment now. The person is just below you, just to the right. You know it. Indeed, you glimpse a marred face between rocks as you look down…
You can't not look down.
It must be the jagged edges screaming danger. It must be the way the slate hits snow. You swing from one hand, gaining momentum, trusting that there's a good place to land in all that rock. You soar, landing with a crunch and grabbing the person, holding him to your chest just as you hear a mighty
crack.
You fall.
With nothing to save you.
Into oblivion.
You see the person's face properly, and he's- he's a woman.
Oh.
But as you fall, you see her mutter words the wind steals, a frantic light in her eyes.
The ground is scarily close.
There's nothing that can stop you.
You're going to die-
Agony rocks your bones, and you wait for that moment of oblivion. You didn't know people stayed alive for this long after falling. You wait, desperately pleading your brain to shut down or go unconscious or-

“how did he cheat death?” i hear people whisper, but i know it's…
oh.
there are people in the room.
six of them.
and i can't even form a word to say to them.
they whisper of sleep and change, and it is music.
finally, something different.
the witch walks towards me, holding something out, something she says will give me a new life. a normal life. i ask if she will also use it, and she nods, smiling, that glint in her eyes again.
life.
i had never known such a word could be so beautiful.
she tells me to hum when i bite it, so i-

He will run as if time could never end, as if days were years and centuries were weeks. His smile will be unceasing, his eyes filled with a bit more than the others. He will love as if everyone lives forever, forever grateful for the life he has been given. Protection will be his motto, his purpose, the reason he finds strength in danger. And he will say it's just a part of him and think nothing more of it.
This will be what it's like to finally live.

653 words | daily 2

Last edited by 1lMaM (March 2, 2025 11:42:37)

Milkysplash

★ daily 2 - march 2nd - include five words in your story!

✩ words chosen
fire, grief, hurricane, night, sherbert lemons (@-silverlynx)

✩ words given
hope, stars, travel, miracle, happiness

✩ writing piece (583 words)
trigger warning: mentions of death + grief

“That wasn’t too bad of a shift,” Renée commented, as she and Illariya parked their ambulance at the hospital, and jumped out. Both she and Illariya had just finished a rather exhausting day at work, due to the recent strong winds and a hurricane coming in soon.

Illariya sighed. “No, but I’m dreading tomorrow. The hurricane is going to make everything worse tomorrow.”

Renée groaned in agreement. “Yeah. It’s going to be horrible, and wet, and we’ll both be absolutely drenched. I almost feel sorry for anyone on the night shift today.”

“That’s just how life goes in Sunshine Bay,” Illariya replied, sighing. “It’ll be fine. I’ll bring some sherbert lemons tomorrow for the shift though.”

Renée made a slight smile. “That would be nice,” she said, as she grabbed her phone to check it. “Awwww, Robert sent me a cute photo of Ally!”

Illariya leaned over, and Renée could tell she wanted to see it. “Look, I'm not going to keep cute photos of Ally away from you!”

Illariya laughed, before Renée handed her phone over. The photo of Ally was indeed cute - the three-year-old girl was smiling holding a badly coloured in picture of a house.

“She. Is. So. Cute.” Illariya smiled. “I should come over again soon,”

Renée smiled. “You do! And you’d better hurry up with that wedding of yours.”

Illariya smirked. “Don’t worry, your super-secret wedding planning organiser has been helping me loads.”

As Renée pushed open the door to the break room to sign out, she saw Alaina and Kallie sitting in the break room.

“Hi Alaina, hi Kallie,” Renée greeted.

“Hey,” Illariya greeted.

“How was your shift?” Kallie asked.

“It was okay,” Renée replied. “It wasn’t too bad - but I did get sent a super cute photo of Ally.”

“Oh my goodness - cute Ally photo?” Alaina gasped, almost coughing out her drink. “Eurgh. Coffee sucks anyway.”

“We need to see it,” Kallie grinned. “Before you hand over the keys.”

“Alaina, drinking coffee?” Illariya asked.

“Yeah. There was a fire in my apartment block this morning. I didn’t get enough sleep for the whirlwind of a night that tonight’s shift is going to be,” Alaina explained, sounding a little down - but that could have just been from her lack of sleep.

“We do seem to all live on caffeine,” Illariya joked.

“Sure,” Alaina replied. “We do.”

“Was anyone hurt in the fire?” Renée asked, worried.

“Yeah,” Alaina replied. “One of my neighbours lost her friend.”

Renée felt her heart go out. “I’m so sorry,” She said.

“Awwww, Laina,” Illariya added, sympathising. “Do make sure you check on her.”

Alaina nodded. “Yeah, she’s still in shock. I don’t think she’s ready to grieve yet.”

“We all deal with our grief in different ways,” Renée said. “Just make sure to support her however she does.”

“Thank you,” Alaina said.

“We’re always here for you,” Kallie said, moving in to hug Alaina.

Renée then followed, with Illariya coming on top.

“Alright. Have a great shift,” Illariya said, checking her watch as she pulled away from the hug. “I have a train to catch.”

“See you soon!” Kallie said.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow!” Alaina added.

Renée checked her phone. “I should go home as well, Robert’s expecting me. I’ll send you the photo of Ally though, if that would make your shift better?”

“It would,” Alaina smiled. “Thank you, and have a safe journey home.”

“Bye! Safe journey!” Kallie called.

“Have a great shift!” Renée smiled, before leaving the break room.

“That wasn’t too bad of a shift,” Renée commented, as she and Illariya parked their ambulance at the hospital, and jumped out. Both she and Illariya had just finished a rather exhausting day at work, due to the recent strong winds and a hurricane coming in soon.

Illariya sighed. “No, but I’m dreading tomorrow. The hurricane is going to make everything worse tomorrow.”

Renée groaned in agreement. “Yeah. It’s going to be horrible, and wet, and we’ll both be absolutely drenched. I almost feel sorry for anyone on the night shift today.”

“That’s just how life goes in Sunshine Bay,” Illariya replied, sighing. “It’ll be fine. I’ll bring some sherbert lemons tomorrow for the shift though.”

Renée made a slight smile. “That would be nice,” she said, as she grabbed her phone to check it. “Awwww, Robert sent me a cute photo of Ally!”

Illariya leaned over, and Renée could tell she wanted to see it. “Look, I'm not going to keep cute photos of Ally away from you!”

Illariya laughed, before Renée handed her phone over. The photo of Ally was indeed cute - the three-year-old girl was smiling holding a badly coloured in picture of a house.

“She. Is. So. Cute.” Illariya smiled. “I should come over again soon,”

Renée smiled. “You do! And you’d better hurry up with that wedding of yours.”

Illariya smirked. “Don’t worry, your super-secret wedding planning organiser has been helping me loads.”

As Renée pushed open the door to the break room to sign out, she saw Alaina and Kallie sitting in the break room.

“Hi Alaina, hi Kallie,” Renée greeted.

“Hey,” Illariya greeted.

“How was your shift?” Kallie asked.

“It was okay,” Renée replied. “It wasn’t too bad - but I did get sent a super cute photo of Ally.”

“Oh my goodness - cute Ally photo?” Alaina gasped, almost coughing out her drink. “Eurgh. Coffee sucks anyway.”

“We need to see it,” Kallie grinned. “Before you hand over the keys.”

“Alaina, drinking coffee?” Illariya asked.

“Yeah. There was a fire in my apartment block this morning. I didn’t get enough sleep for the whirlwind of a night that tonight’s shift is going to be,” Alaina explained, sounding a little down - but that could have just been from her lack of sleep.

“We do seem to all live on caffeine,” Illariya joked.

“Sure,” Alaina replied. “We do.”

“Was anyone hurt in the fire?” Renée asked, worried.

“Yeah,” Alaina replied. “One of my neighbours lost her friend.”

Renée felt her heart go out. “I’m so sorry,” She said.

“Awwww, Laina,” Illariya added, sympathising. “Do make sure you check on her.”

Alaina nodded. “Yeah, she’s still in shock. I don’t think she’s ready to grieve yet.”

“We all deal with our grief in different ways,” Renée said. “Just make sure to support her however she does.”

“Thank you,” Alaina said.

“We’re always here for you,” Kallie said, moving in to hug Alaina.

Renée then followed, with Illariya coming on top.

“Alright. Have a great shift,” Illariya said, checking her watch as she pulled away from the hug. “I have a train to catch.”

“See you soon!” Kallie said.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow!” Alaina added.

Renée checked her phone. “I should go home as well, Robert’s expecting me. I’ll send you the photo of Ally though, if that would make your shift better?”

“It would,” Alaina smiled. “Thank you, and have a safe journey home.”

“Bye! Safe journey!” Kallie called.

“Have a great shift!” Renée smiled, before leaving the break room.

unercornshine

Daily 2:

Quick! Go to the comments of the main cabin and post five words of your choice for someone to use in a story. Then, pick someone else’s five words to use in a story of your own! Write 300 words to gain 200 points for your cabin, and an extra 100 points if you decide to share your lovely writing piece with us.

@AAAPal -> grey, wall, water, melancholy, teeth

Plan:
- teeth: ice on my teeth ateez vibes???
- grey, water and melancholy giving sad, depressed kind of rainy vibe in like sad coffee shop MOURNING SOMEONE (inspo!! -insert cool glasses-)
- now the wall… perhaps like a secret place that only the mc and the person their mourning know of…
- I GOT IT: so… the mc is mourning someone, their daily routine starts they have a shower, wake up, go to their usual coffee shop where its raining, its sad, its grey. They go to the special place in remembrance of the person they thought had DIED, they cry at the wall and be emotional and stuff THEN… A flash of white teeth appears, and this person… they used 2 have like idk shiny teeth or smth dont ask me… anyways, she sees a flash of teeth and she's like WHO'S THERE (yes, the mc is a she/they now) and the guy (luka cuz he's one of my male mc's and he fits the picture) and Luka's like “-insert mc's name-?” and she's in disbelief like she's gonna literally crash out she cant tell if he's hallucination (-insert hallucination by jeongin-) of if he's real so she's just there with her hand clamped then he steps out of the grey plot *PLOT TWIST* He's MISSING AND ARM (yh i admit it… i took the idea from jurrassic world chaos theory) and she's literally breaking out into tears and snot and Luka's just like awkwardly standing like… “things have changed yh…”

Plan (re-do):
- a prison. a dungeon or cave or just smth were the mc is being kept. they r the only one of their people who survived the war and now they're being kept in this asylum. they're rotting. they're going mad and have almost clawed all their skin out. all they have for company is the slow drops of water which is constantly pitter pattering driving them crazy. there is a wall on the side that she has been punding and scratching. one constant memory keeps clawing at her insides: the betrayal of a friend and the evil smirk they left them with.
- appearance: messily chopped hair. scraps of white - now brownish greyish - red maddened eyes. tortured - scars, wound and scratches all ver body. they tried to get info out of her but they cudnt so they left her here to rot in the dungeons.

_click_

credit for words: @i_like_kotlc
words: sleep, spiral, wealth, ethereal, fire
word count: 535 words

tried to experiment with the genre i like to call abstract fiction, in other words not being fully grounded in a specific scene

— — — —

i wonder how you’d feel if you were free.

it’s a thought i wondered as i met your eyes for the first time.

we laid on opposite sides, distanced yet tied together, restless as sleep never came. we were both tied down, desperate to break out of our restrictive prisons purely based on location and quality.

mine was prettier, though. i had paid for it. with the wealth that i had gained from my own job, the one that you’d never have.

after all, if i couldn’t buy my way out of hell, at least i could buy my way in.

we were caged in a room, the touch of a hand long forgotten by the beads of time. our cells were at opposite corners, providing a diagonal view of how the other was doing. we were left ravaging like wild animals, smashing the glass windows with pebbles, wondering when we’d have a chance to escape. we had each committed different crimes.

what was yours?

jagged corners of the wall by my side became hollow with every screech, like nails on a chalkboard as i carved another tally mark. one day down… how many more to go? i did not know anymore. neither did you. time was its own captor, and we had never before seen its face - yet i had always known time better than i had known you.

the pencil i had thrown, that had hit your cell wall like a dart. the pebbles that you had strung together like beads. the glass that you had stared at longingly, even though i wasn’t sure why. you remembered, didn’t you?

when i met your eyes for the first time, i had expected the spirals of bright light that you had previously advertised, the fire that you had spoken of during the days when your voice still lit up, leaving me hanging on your every word. your eyes deceived me, though - for when i saw them, they were nothing more than a blanket of darkness.

we didn’t talk to each other after that day.

now, it is day 468. i pick up the shards of glass and examine them closely. as i place one near my left eye, i finally see it. the staircase, at the corner near your cell. you had the advantage all along.

i smile as my fingers brush against the key, the one that i’ve been holding hostage, waiting for the right moment to use it. i turn the key in the lock and watch with utmost satisfaction as the bars of my cell open to set me free. the feeling of standing again is ethereal. i have been sitting for well over a year.

as i pass by your cell, i stare at you. you are shaking, and i catch a tear roll down your face - the first sign of emotion i’ve seen you exhibit ever since i gazed into your eyes. for the first time in 347 days, i finally speak.

“i wonder how you’d feel if you were free.”

and i turn off my emotions as you, my original captor, watch me ascend the staircase, leaving you to serve the sentence you had always deserved.

-Lunova-

March 2 Daily

Words: superhero, sink, height, tangle, purple

Bathrooms in office buildings tend to be quite calm at night after the janitor comes through. The creaky old stalls and gleaming white sinks sit quiet and peaceful as they wait patiently for dawn and the hustle and bustle that comes with it.
That did not happen on this particular night.
Various sources have pointed to different causes for this. The security guard mentioned the monster truck that had roared by and the purple-skinned driver he had caught a glimpse of. The family of mice, who had crept out to nab some crumbs the workers had left in the break room, had heard a high pitched ear-splitting screech that sent them scattering into their holes. The cockroaches simply blamed the mice for the noise they made skittering across the floor, as cockroaches are wont to do.
But all sources agree that most of the noise was made by the superhero that crashed through the ceiling and landed in a toilet, his limbs and body tangled up into an odd-looking ball neatly tied up with a rope.
It was not even two seconds before he sprang upright, the rope torn apart by his sheer strength. He tried to leap off the ground into the gaping hole in the ceiling he had left behind, but every time, he fell a few inches short of its height.
The mice, drawn by the commotion, tittered from their places in the shadows, their wariness forgotten for a moment as they stared at the giant buff human that had suddenly appeared in their home.
Then he tore the stall door off its hinges and threw it to the side with an ear-scraping clamor, and when his vision pierced the shadows, the mice were gone.
The superhero stomped out of the stall, muttering about dastardly supervillains and how utterly annoying they were, seriously, couldn’t he catch a break for once in his life-
And then a cackle sounded at the end of the hall outside the bathroom, and the superhero broke out into a run with a roar, giving chase until he had punched a hole into the wall five feet away from the front door and leapt out of the building right past the very surprised security guard, after the purple-skinned figure that the security guard was sure should have been at the other side of the city by now.
And, of course, any dreams of silence that the building’s inhabitants had after the superhero’s departure were shattered when the police showed up, resulting in even more unrest among the inhabitants.
The superhero never came back, although as the weeks went by, shouts and cackles became common sounds of the night, as natural as the chirping of the crickets and the hooting of the owls. And although there would be future disturbances to the peace of the bathrooms at night, none were ever so strange as the superhero who crashed through the ceiling.

(487 words)

(Yeah idk what this is lol)

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