swc megathread: march '25

pepper-and-a-pencil

♫ 02 - 607/300 words - use someone’s 5 words to write a story ♫
my submitted words: converse, bracelets, fury, water, bones
stole chuey’s words to write with: lost, bright, shadow, heartache, perfection
link to megathread post

“Oliver,” I said, tapping him on the shoulder, the city's newspaper in my opposite hand.
“What is it, Aurora?” He huffed, turning away from his bulletin board to face me.
“They published her in the newspaper,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. “She's on the front page.”
“Are you serious?” He snarled, ripping the paper from my hand with a glare that burned right through me. He wasn't mad at me, I knew that. But when he got like this, it scared me. "They have no right to do this! They didn't want to ask for permission from the family dealing with the disappearance of their child before posting it for the whole city to see?“ Oli threw the newspaper to the ground in disgust and stormed out of his office, putting on a pair of his dirty work boots as he grabbed the car keys and opened the front door.
”What are you doing?“ I asked him, trying to hide the shakiness in my voice by slipping on a hoodie and slippers.
”I'm going to find what group of idiots thought this was okay and make sure they know otherwise.“ He paused, shaking his head. ”Abigail didn't deserve this,“ he muttered, slamming the door.
My knees buckled at the sound of her name and I collapsed to the ground. Hot tears streamed down my freckled cheeks, leaving wet marks on the carpet, and I was suddenly brought back to the night where she was officially classified as missing.

”I got here as soon as I could! What's happening?“ I scream, battling the sirens of a police car and an ambulance. ”Abigail is okay right?“ I notice Oliver's face is red, and his eyes are watery as if he'd just gotten done crying. He shakes his head and falls into my arms.
”She's missing, honey.“ His body shakes as a heart wrenching sob escapes from his chest, and his words are hoarse as he tries to explain the story. ”The sleepover at Lily's … they were playing hide n seek in the woods … Ab has always been a good hider … there was a scream … her bandana left on the ground.“
”Our perfect girl?“ I choke. Oli nods, a fresh round of tears coming from his eyes.
The world slows, the sound of sirens and commanding officers a mere buzz of background noise, investigators rush around in a blur, the other parents from the sleepover offer their condolences as they shake our hands and offer us hugs, but their touch means nothing to me. I just want to find my daughter.

Three Years Later
Oliver gives a belly laugh as the comedian playing on the TV makes a stupid joke. I laugh along with him, spilling a few pieces of popcorn on the ground in the process, but our new dog swoops in to help eat them in no time.
A knock on the door catches me by surprise, and I pause the show to go answer the door, but Oli is already heading there.
”Aurora!!!“ The scream sends me into a panic, and I jump to my feet in a rush. Two shadows peek their way around the corner of the wall, and all the worst thoughts race through my head as I run to the door. What if it's a robber? What if he's armed? What if Oliver is in serious trouble?
I come barreling towards the door and almost knock my husband over, but skid to a stop once I see who our guest is.

”Abigail?“ I whisper?
”I've missed you, Mom," she says, grinning as a tear slides down her face.

Rey_venclaw

When I finally make it to the top of the mountain, exhausted, soaked in sweat despite the cold, and more thirsty than I think I’ve ever been, I can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when I spot the secret village tucked into the side of the slope, shrouded in mist. Even from up here, I can see and hear the magical sounds of community and happiness emanating from the town. I take a deep breath, cup my hands to magnify my voice, and send three short whistles out across the mountains. Then I pause, taking a breath before whistling one final note, long and low. Together, these four notes make up the secret whistle code of the resistance society who runs this village buried deep in the Earth Kingdom wilderness. Now to wait. It takes fifteen minutes for my uncle to reach me, verify my identity, and begin to take me down the other side of the mountain. I’m so glad to be home. There’s an air of hope in the village, almost palpable as we make the walk home, something I’ve never seen before.
“It’s because of the news of Prince Zuko’s defection,” my uncle says, as though he’s able to hear my thoughts. “People now finally truly believe we’re able to defeat the Fire Nation. Alas, it may still be a while before any real progress is made. But at least we have renewed hope.”
“But at least we have renewed hope,” I echo. I pause for a moment, breathe in, and take in the sounds and smells of my home.
Sometimes, even amidst hardship, life is beautiful.
I step through the doors to my family’s home, and immediately my four little sisters begin climbing all over my legs. I kiss each one on the top of her small head before brushing them away. There will be time to catch up with family later. For now I need to rest. The last thing I hear as I close my curtain door and lay down to sleep is my mother, in the other room, softly whispering, “I’m so glad he’s home.”
Me too, mama. Me too.

Last edited by Rey_venclaw (March 2, 2025 23:24:40)

CherryMango17

A whisper. Something sweet and minty. Someone walked through the forest, her hands brushing the evergreen trees. The sun slowly dipped into the horizon, but she never stopped, walking further and further into the forest. Her hands trembled as it grew dark. Wrapping her coat closer to her body she stopped near a river. Her hands cupped the water and scooped it up to her lips. Tears fell down her face. Behind her, a vibrant, glowing boy appeared.
“Are you starred?”
The girl freezes and turns around.
“Lloyd?”
“Do I know you?”
The girl shakes her head before turning back to the water. She can't tell him the truth. Even if she did, he would forget.
“Lloyd, can I see the water star?”
Just like he did every night, he pulled the water star from the sky and let her hold it. Just like every night, her heart hammered, as she wished she could use it. Just like every night, he released it back into the sky.
He then tilts his head with a smile,
“If you were starred, I would spend my nights with you.”
Her eyes widen. This was different. He hadn't ever said that before, in any of the hundreds of days they had been doing this.
He then vanishes, the forest dark again. She lays on the ground, chanting the name again.
“Miya, Miya, Miya.”
It was said that if you said her name enough, she would appear. The star of second chances.
A small girl appeared.
“Why are you chanting her name?”
“I want a second chance?”
“At what?”
“Losing my magic.”
The small girl morphed into a goddess.
“Are you sure?”
That's when she broke down. She told her about how she had lost the ability to be with the stars many years ago. She didn't care if she had it or not, all she just wanted to completely have it or completely lose it, not halfway.
The goddess twirled a finger and then in a flash she was in front of the pedestal again.
“Are you starred?”

344 words

Last edited by CherryMango17 (March 2, 2025 23:28:38)

moosywoosy

‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭୨ ASSIGNMENT 2 ୧ ⊹ ˚₊‧

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!

WORDS USED
> Ethereal, Frigid, Spectral, Memories, Phantom

You are not a person.
You are only an empty shell of one.
You are Bianca August.
And that is all you must know.

You are traveling on nothing, traveling in a world with nothing. An eternal tundra, an endless winter. A broken dreamscape.

You are only a spectator of the harsh cold, an echo of who you once were.

Your spirit wanders, through a frozen world, light and dainty amongst the snow.

You do not remember who you are,
You only remember Bianca August.

You can shake and cry, though the words seem far. Underwater, or under the snow.

But your soul can wander, a beauty compared to the cold.

You are not there, for you are not seen or heard.

But you are the wind and stars, you are the sparkles in the snow.

If perfection isn’t real then you wouldn’t be here, you wouldn’t be in the frigid cold. You wouldn’t be ethereal in a shattered land.

Like the land, your mind is broken, too. For the gaps cannot be mended. Only one name echoes in your mind, a permanent mantra, carried by the wind.

Bianca August.

The name is both unknown and familiar, like a distant cry heard in passing. The winds seem to cry their name, and carry it through leafless trees.

But you are a ghost, a girl lost to the cold. You may have been Bianca August, yet now you feel like a phantom. A shadow, a far leap from the girl you were.

You wonder if Bianca was any similar to you, if she had white, snowy hair, or bright pale blue eyes. You and her being the same person seemed like an oxymoron, something impossible to picture together. The dark and the light, the sun and the moon, the old and the new. Two people cut from different cloths.

And yet that is false, for you two are the same.

You are Bianca August.

| ♞ | ୨ 323 words

Le_lake

3/2 - 303 words
“A battle cry is trapped between my teeth”

“Suspect’s condition is unstable, prepare for lockdown.”

The voice came tinny over the loudspeakers as a man walked down the hallway. His shiny black shoes clicked against the tiled floor, beating a rhythm into the ground that he found soothing.

Sirens blared loud and unrelenting in the lab, flashing red, red, red. The suspect thrashed in his chains. Scientists scattered like mice, trying to escape the creature as fast as they possibly could.

“Workers may be susceptible to contamination. Please act with caution.”

Deadly, that’s what they’d called him. Dangerous, deadly, not fit for modern life. He could remember bits and pieces when he tried. And he was trying oh so very hard. He felt another needle jab his skin and he thrashed in the chains again, red filling his mind, matching the flashing lights all around him. It was hard to remember when you were trapped, fighting like a wild animal caught a cage. He didn’t remember what they wanted with him. Had they ever said? He curled his claws into his palms at the thought of Them— no, nails. He was human. A man. He couldn’t let them win. Another needle pierced his flesh and he strained against the restraints, a scream raw in his throat.

Click, clack, click, clack. The rhythm of work. The rhythm of progress.

“Suspect has been neutralized. You may return to your regularly scheduled activity.”

Ah, good. He continued his stride down the white, brightly lit hallway and took a sharp turn, stopping at a door. The man leaned down, holding his ID up to the reader, then let himself in, not bothering to shut the door quietly. As it slammed shut the beast strained at his chains, saliva dripping from his mouth. A grin split the man’s face.
“It’s time for our to work begin.”

babyoda1546

Sage's five word story ✨ luminescence, necklace, secret, willow, ice @Dawn_camps

Juno was lying in bed. Due to a strict curfew, she had to be in bed by 7:00pm and if they found her outside of her house or if they noticed any lights past 7 o’ clock you would be in serious trouble. Juno played around with the necklace that her grandma gave her before she disappeared. While she did that she replayed the last thing her grandmother told her..

“Grandmother? What are you doing?” Juno said as her grandma ran about the house. It looked like she was preparing something. But what?
“Grandma?” Juno tried again but her grandmother ignored her and ran into the closet to grab something. When she came out, she had an black locket with a silver chain.
“Willow? Can I trust you with something?” her grandmother asked
“Yes! Anything!” Juno answered. She’d do anything for her grandmother
“Are you sure? You’re only eight years of age and this is really important.” she said grimly
“Of course!”
“Okay. Take this locket.” her grandmother handed her the necklace and Juno tried to open it.
“Mamaw? It doesn’t open” Juno said frustrated
“It will when you're ready.” she replied
“Huh?”
“Don’t worry about it. There’s this one last thing that I need you to remember. Okay? I’m only going to say it once.” Juno’s grandmother waited until Juno nodded to respond, “Remember this: ‘Not all willow trees mean sorrow.’”
“That’s all?” Juno asked
“Yes. I believe it’s time for you to get home. Hurry! Before the dinner delivers notice you’re not home!”
“Yes, mamaw!” young Juno said and ran off.

Juno lied in bed, wondering what she meant about the willow tree and suddenly she heard it. A clicking noise. She sat up and looked around for the source of the sound but found nothing. Her hands instinctively went back to her open locket. Wait- Open? Juno held the necklace up to her face and sure enough, it had opened. She had put her finger inside the little locket and felt something weird. Paper? She pulled it out and found that it was a note. A note? What did it say? Juno knew she shouldn’t but she reached for her nightstand and pulled out a very small flashlight. The flashlights were only used for extreme emergency situations but she felt as if this might be one. She flicked the flashlight on and shined the little light towards the paper. The note read: Through the ice and snow to the willow tree you must go. Your next clue will be waiting for you.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

~425 words

Black__Hole

“You’re nothing more than a fool, you know?” Came the voice, “Masking yourself in the fear of being… shattered, by the world, aren’t you. And to think you, of all people, are deserving to know… HA! If only.”

‘If only’. I could, ‘only’, feel the sheer sensation of what seemed to be falling, tumbling down an endless, spiralling void of darkness and distortion pulling me from every direction. No, no- This wasn’t what I had anticipated, not even remotely close. I bit my lip, as if it would help reduce the forces pulling away at my garments. Ah, how that truly wasn’t the case.

“Let… me… go,” I found myself stammering between breaths, using every last bit of strength to resist whatever was trying to take control of my body. I felt an distant, foreign sensation creeping into my mind. …They were trying to take over me, I realized. Of course- The reason no one’s ever been able to uncover the truth, no matter how hard they tried… It was then, a red line began trickling down my chin, bleeding onto what was once a crisp white shirt.

“The harder you try, the tougher it’ll get for you. I’d suggest you give up now, before it’s too late,” the voice added, mockingly, “Don’t be so selfish. You’ll never find the answers you’re looking for, and you know that!” Maniacal laughter echoed through the void.

‘Selfish’. I felt my heart racing, yet not at all in the way I like it. In an instant, anger flooded through my veins like I’ve never felt it. I could sense my palms burning underneath my tainted gloves. They really think they’re superior above all, manipulating and tricking people into believing, no, worshipping their ways like it’s some long-lost legend. And I had gotten everything I had to know.

304 words

minergold48

Daily 2 - 318 words
@BwnnyRabbit - Rabbit, Celestial, Forest, Calm, Water

Ross ran through the forest, panting softly as they wove between trees. They felt the strange spirit guiding them along, although they weren't able to see what it was. All they knew was that it was THEIR spirit.

The spirit stopped, and Ross stopped beside it (at least they thought they were beside it). They were at the edge of a river cutting straight through the forest, the water flowing softly. Ross looked around, catching their breath. It was calm, the sun filtering through the leaves of the tall trees and casting dappled patterns on the rabbit's fur.

“Uhm, why are we here?” Ross asked, turning their head towards where they sensed the spirit. “You still haven't told me who you are yet…”

“Look in the water,” the spirit responded, its voice sounding like the chimes of crystals. Ross obeyed, looking down at their reflection, their eyes widening when they say the reflection next to theirs.

The spirit took the form of a strange, watery creature. Its body was detached from its limbs, it having spiky hands and a long tail that almost looked fluffy. A strange, flower-like shape circled within its chest, and the most noticeable part was a massive green crystal functioning as its head, Ross recognizing it as the same shape as their purple crystal earring. The rabbit looked where the spirit would be, but it still wasn't there.

“I'm afraid you can only see me through my reflection,” the spirit said. “If I were to fully reveal myself, you may not be able to handle it.” It turned its head towards Ross. “Even if I wanted to, the rest of my form lies elsewhere.

Ross gazed at the celestial in the water. ”Are… are you the Master Emerald?“

”That I am,“ it responded, its faceless form seeming pleased. ”And if you would allow it, I would like to accompany you throughout your life's journey."

-WildClan-

(I chose “Suspect, susceptible, dangerous, unstable, deadly” by @Pixelated_Pickax)

“Tell us the truth, Chaos,” Blaze demanded. “What did you do to him?”
Blaze's gaze flicked over to Shard, who was crouching in the dirt, twitching, eyes fixed upon monsters that no one else could see.
Chaos considered Blaze's question for a moment. “What is it that you suspect me of?”
Blaze growled. “Don't dodge the question. I know there's- there's some sort of curse. Everyone talks about it in hushed whispers. Like they're afraid. It has something to do with you, doesn't it?”
“I wouldn't call it a curse,” Chaos said. The golden-pelted canid flicked an ear, though her composure remained calm. “It's true, it's been called that throughout the ages. Those forced to bear its weight have been reviled by the Packs for generations– scorned, exiled, or worse. And it's also true that its bearers are susceptible to some… unpleasant side effects. However, this does not mean you should believe all the ghost stories you hear. We are quite overdramatic creatures, you know. Anything for a good fable.” Chaos laughed softly, shaking her head.
“Is it dangerous?”
“It can be,” Chaos admitted. “When not cultivated properly. It's a shame, really. By treating it as forbidden, the Packs have only served to worsen the problem. If only we had addressed it straightforwardly from the beginning, perhaps it would have never been a curse at all; it could have been a gift instead. This is why I prefer to call it a talent. Something inborn within a select few, but they must hone the skill required to use it properly.”
Blaze blinked, trying to process this information. “I still don't understand what it is, exactly. Skitter said some weird things when they helped Shard last time, but–”
Chaos snorted. “That cryptic scatterbrain. What did they say?”
“Something about the unstable nature of the mind's balance between the forms of… something. I don't remember. I was too worried about Shard at the time. But he did say it wouldn't be the first time it has led to death.”
“They would be right,” Chaos stated, a far-off glint in her eye. Blaze could tell she was remembering something unpleasant. “It can be deadly.”

-NightGlow-

Daily 3: Portmanteu
word count - 379 words

words - clock, kangaroo, robot

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What sets us apart from those other timers? I'm glad you never asked! If the name is any indication, we're a unique brand. One with new ideas and infinite possibilities. Our time-keeping robot is part kangaroo, meaning that it will most certainly start jumping around to get you motivated. Whether that be through wreaking chaos or simply a gentle reminder, these settings can easily be changed with the flip of a switch.

Now who doesn't love a cute little kangaroo? It comes in all sorts of colors and size so you can customize it to fit your liking! Whether that be sparkles on the rim or flame-like ashes near the pouch, we've made it possible so that Clobotaroo can be everything you've ever dreamed of!

*intermission noises*

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*little jingle music*

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-KenzieCamps-

Buy a Florest™ today!

About The Post
points worth: 450
words written: 367
reason: Daily 3
prompt:
I love brunch- waffles and juice and fruit, oh my! Brunch is what's called a portmanteau- combining two words to create a new word that contains the meanings of both of your original words, like cosplay (costume and play) or smog (smoke and fog). Comment three words and then claim two words someone else has commented. Combine those two words and write an advertisement for your new creation! Your ad should be at least 350 words to earn 300 points for your cabin, plus 150 if you share proof!

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Closing
Return to Kenzie's Library
// words: forest and flower from HermioneVoiceActress(comment thread link)
// my mom helped me a tiny bit hehe

Last edited by -KenzieCamps- (March 3, 2025 01:56:21)

angieee-_

daily 003: advertisement ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚
word count: 326

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ChueyTheCat

daily iii. The Cleek || 350 words || back to table of contents: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/8417183/

Introducing the marvelous Cleek, a clock made of cheese!! This new innovation is the latest in technology, a clock whose exterior is made completely from superior cheddar.* The Cleek can do everything from keep time to become your new favorite snack - a creative way to incorporate the time of day into your daily routine.
Outfitted with hour, minute, and second hands, the Cleek also features a digital display for those too inept to read clock hands (we’re also assuming those who are too inept to read clock hands don’t know what inept means, so we’re perfectly safe using it in this advertisement). You can customize your clock face with three different backgrounds and fonts, making a total of nine uniquely stunning different combinations. You can also order custom clock faces from us for the low price of your life savings!! This is a limited time deal, so take advantage of it while you can.
The Cleek not only shows you what time it is, it’s made of delicious cheese that’s extremely shelf stable due to processes during processing that definitely, absolutely do not involve slightly illegal chemicals.** That means it can sit on your shelf for years, gathering dust, and you can still break off a piece and eat it with no side effects - a snack that lasts forever!*** The Cleek is made of cheddar that’s been processed to make it suitable for use in manufacturing Cleeks.****
Quick, buy a Cleek today! Your life will never be the same.
Is it ticking? Is it cheesy? It’s got to be Cleeks!

* at least, it used to be cheddar - we’re not exactly sure what it is now.
** this statement has not been approved by the FDA, please don’t snitch on us - no one has died yet, at least not permanently
*** we are obviously not responsible for the sudden, irresistible urge to lick gerbils and climb inside light fixtures that sometimes occurs in consumers of Cleek cheese
**** we also aren’t responsible for Cleeks becoming sentient, growing limbs, and wandering around your house at night eating household pets and small children, that’s your problem

Last edited by ChueyTheCat (March 3, 2025 01:36:03)

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credit for words: @clevercomment
words: glitter + diary
word count: 351 words

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do you enjoy pranking those around you? do you also want to keep your deepest, darkest secrets… well, secret? with the glittiary, both of those are possible. when you purchase it, it’s possible that the cashier may look at you suspiciously, so you might want to head over to self-checkout. why will this uncomfortable exchange occur? well, the glittiary is often used for those thoughts you can’t say out loud - and it comes equipped with security measures! you see, on the front cover, there is a space for you to place your fingerprint, singlehandedly giving your dna to the glittiary and bonding you to it for life. your fingerprint is the only way to unlock it, so just make sure not to get into any accidents - you don’t want someone else to use your fingerprint while you’re unconscious! once it’s open, the chemical composition of the pages will turn everything you write into invisible ink. you’ll need to purchase your own uv light, unless you want to buy the glittiary’s special edition uv light for only… $44? that can’t be right… oh, never mind, it’s $4, sorry for the mix-up. as for the pranking, if the glittiary’s fingerprint sensor catches wind of someone other than its owner, it has a special compartment within the inside of the cover where you can load your own glitter. this glitter will spray the intruder, so much so that they will drop the glittiary and (hopefully) run away. you can buy your own glitter, or purchase our glitter package for $8 that should hold you over for about a year. the glittiary on its own is $64, the perfect price for such high levels of security. we do, however, accommodate for those who cannot afford such a high price - we have a cheaper glittiary, a version that still comes with the invisible ink but not the glitter spray. buy your glittiary today, at any local stationary store, and enjoy the knowledge that nobody knows about the thousands of laws you’ve broken - never mind, i’m sure your secrets aren’t that dark… right?

Dawn_Camps

March 3, 2025 Daily
909 words

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Words from @IvyCreations: frog and door

Wrote it in the form of a script (that's also fanfiction lol) because why not? ;) This is going to sound so stupid unless you know the characters

The red light flickers on, indicating they're live.

TED: Welcome back to Newstime with Ted Humphries! I'm your host, Ted Humphries. And joining me today is a very… special… couple. Welcome, Wooton and Penny!

The camera pans to the couch where WOOTON and PENNY sit.

WOOTON: Oh, thanks so much for having us, Ted!

PENNY: (clearly reading off a teleprompter) Yes. Thank. You. We. Are. So. Happy. To. Be. Here.

WOOTON: (quietly to Penny) Uh Penny, why are you talking like that?

PENNY: (cupping her hand in front of her mouth) Like what?

WOOTON: Oh, you know. Like. This. So. Robotic.

TED: (trying to regain control of the conversation) Err, yes. Penny, you don't have to read off the teleprompter.

PENNY: (exhaling) Oh thank goodness. It was really hard to read when it's scrolling so fast.

WOOTON: Oh I know what you mean. I was getting dizzy just looking at it. (crosses his eyes and snorts)

TED: Let's get back to the reason you're here. (hinting) Wooton, I hear you created a new invention?

WOOTON: Huh? Oh yeah! Well, it was really Penny's idea. She's so creative. I love you, Pen-Pen.

PENNY: Oh, Wootles~

TED: Ahem, Wooton. Do you have a sample of the product here for us to see?

WOOTON: Oh, I do!! Bring it out Zoe!! Though it's not really a “sample”. You can't eat it-

ZOE enters, pushing a large rectangular frame covered in cloth.

TED: Yes, um. Oh, there's Zoe!! Why don't you explain what your product is?

WOOTON: I'd be happy to Ted! However, I really think Penny should be the one to introduce it. I just built it. She's the genius.

PENNY: Aw~

TED: Very well then. Penny, why don't you show the audience what you and Wooton created.

PENNY: It would be my pleasure!!

PENNY gets up and pulls the cloth away. ZOE takes it and exits.

PENNY: This!! Is the Froor℗!! Your new favourite invention! Wooton, would you give our pitch?

WOOTON: Of course Penny!

WOOTON stands up and clears his throat.

WOOTON: (in his best salesman voice) Welcome ladies and gentlemen! Standing beside me is my lovely wife, Penelope Wise! And beside her is our new invention, the Froor℗!!

WOOTON: (starting to pace) Now, you may be asking yourself: “What's a Froor℗?” Well, ask no longer!! This amazing invention was created for pet owners everywhere!! Or frog owners, at least. We've all seen dog doors and cat doors. However, what about those poor people who's best friend is slimy rather than furry? Those poor frogs are just left to suffer- Imagine this:

WOOTON goes to the door and starts to croak, pretending to be a frog. PENNY -playing the owner- puts her hands on her hips and sighs.

PENNY: (as the owner) Again Friedrich? I just let you out an hour ago.

WOOTON continue croaking until PENNY eventually opens the door. WOOTON hops through before standing and turning around to face the camera once again.

WOOTON: Wasn't that heartbreaking? Well, we have great news for you! Thanks to our Froor℗ Friedrich no longer has to croak until his poor frog throat is sore.

WOOTON shuts the door in front of him and PENNY crouches down to demonstrate as WOOTON continues to talk.

WOOTON: Our Froor℗ is no normal door. Just like a dog door, it has a flap to allow pets in. Only this one is designed specifically to allow your froggy friends to easily access the outdoor world. It's lighter! Smaller! And there are multiple set at different heights!

As WOOTON talks about the Froor℗ PENNY pushes each flap to demonstrate how easily they open. SCRATCH

WOOTON appears from behind the door.

WOOTON: And now Penny will talk more about the design! Take it away, Penny!

PENNY: Well, we made it using only sustainable, reusable materials. Plus, all the flaps are different heights to accommodate different frogs. Maybe one frog is an athlete and jumps super high…

PENNY lifts the tallest flap.

PENNY: Or maybe your frog was injured when it was young and now it can only hop an inch or two high. That's totally okay! If there are any frogs watching, just know that you are perfect no matter how high you can jump. I once knew a frog who couldn't jump at all!! She-

TED, who has been sitting patiently nodding along, cuts in.

TED: Penny. Penny. I'm sure we'd all love to hear your story but we're running out of time here. Maybe you should wrap up?

PENNY: Oh right. Well. I want to tell all the frogs out there that they're loved and it doesn't matter how high they jump.

WOOTON: That's right Penny!! The Froor℗ is made for all frogs. And you can buy it now for the low, low price of ten dollars!! Yes, you heard that right! Only ten dollars!! Buy online at froorforthefourfrogs.com. That's froorforthefourfrogs.com.
Froor℗ is not responsible for any behavioural changes, happier frogs, more energy, dirt, outdoorsy frogs, tiny fishing rods, bugs, or fresher air. Side effects include healthier, happier, larger frogs. Frogs not included.

TED: Thank you for that… enlightening… interview.

TED stands up to shake Wooton and Penny's hands before facing the camera again.

TED: This has been Newstime with Ted Humphries. Thank you for tuning in to Channel 10 News. Tune in again next week where we'll be interviewing Eugene Meltsner, genius turned father.

The camera beeps, indicating recording has stopped and the interview is over.

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Weekly One
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I took this opportunity to develop one of the nations in a fantasy book I'm (trying to) write/ing

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Part One
485 words

this was literally just a brain dump I'm sorry

Okay, so in my story all the kingdoms are roughly inspired by different cultures from around the world. I think for this kingdom I want their inspiration to be pulled from Ancient China. I'll need to do more research on that (so forgive me if none of this actually seems to be rooted in Ancient Chinese culture I'm going to tweak and add things later) but my initial idea is that their beliefs and traditions are deeply inspired by mythology. I'm thinking maybe a sea dragon as the animal that represents their kingdom. It's a kingdom so they obviously have rulers but instead of a king/queen, they'll have an emperor/empress. Unlike some of the other kingdoms there's not going to be an obvious divide of wealth between the people. The line between rich and poor is more blurred. I think I'll have their beliefs rather than their wealth be the divide. It's probably going to be a peaceful divide because they are one kingdom. But maybe one “side” is centered around sea dragons, while the other “side” is centered around dragons of the air. That sets up a good reason for there to be internal conflict within the kingdom that can play out in my book. In terms of language, I'm thinking that there's like a “universal” language that everyone on the continent where the story takes place speaks. There's one kingdom that will for sure have their own language in addition to the universal language because they've been cut off from the rest of the continent for a long time (few hundred years). However, most of the other kingdoms /had/ their own language before they joined the continent, it's just been long forgotten as there's no need for it now. In each kingdom there are a few people dedicated to keeping the old languages alive however that group grows smaller with each new generation. The characters in the old language for this kingdom will be similar to “Old Chinese” (according to Google that's what it's called lol). However, they will all be made up characters that follow the rules of the English alphabet because my brain is not wired for language learning. Okay more on the dragons/mythology. Like I said earlier I think there will be the sea dragons and the sky dragons. I was thinking the main industry of this kingdom would be fishing. But if there are two different groups and one is associated with the sky, I think there should be an industry related to the sky. Oh maybe like astronomers!! And the thing that combines the two groups could be sailing because you needed to know the night sky to navigate. They could be explorers. Each group can believe that their associated dragon is “good luck” or guides them or something like that. Ooh also maybe each year has an assigned letter for babies born that year.

Part Two
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the sea dragon/fishers - - - - - the sky dragon/astronomers
the royalty/their palace

Part Three
1481 words

“Bye Mom!” Camille gave her mom one last squeeze before she turned to go.
“Camille.” Her mom gripped her arm, stopping her. She forced her to make eye contact. “Stay safe. I expect you to return in one piece.” The corners of her mom quirked upward in more of a smile than she ever gave.
Camille laughed. “What about Cypress?”
“I'd be happy if he came back with most of him still intact.” The smile disappeared from her mom's lips but the mischief was still present in her eyes.
“Cam!! Let's go already!!”
“Ugh, coming Cy!” She went to hug her mom again but saw her stiffen and settled for an arm squeeze. “I promise I'll do my best to keep him from doing anything stupid.”
She turned and ran down the rocks to where her friends waited in the ship. She nimbly hopped on and went straight to work. They had planned out their jobs beforehand so they could leave immediately. Cliff, as the largest and strongest of their group, would be in charge of the manual labour; trying knots, repairing things, that kind of stuff. Cornelia was in charge of their supplies: water, food, emergency kits. Cypress was their engineer, always designing new things and improving the old. That left Camille in charge of navigation. She didn't mind.
Camille and Cypress were twins from the Sky Dragon Clan* so they had both grown up studying the stars. Though Cypress had always been much more interested in the instruments they used to study the sky rather than the sky itself. Cornelia and Cliff were both from the Sea Dragon Clan and had been raised on ships. They were more used to manual labour, as well as the ins and outs of running a ship. Together they made the ideal exploration team.
Usually crews were larger than four but they were teenagers who dreamed of adventure. They didn't need any boring adults slowing them down or telling them what to do. Besides they weren't going far. They would just be a day or two from shore. And it had taken hours of debating and pleading to get their parents to agree to let them go that far.
But now they were out in the open ocean and nothing could stop them now!! Or so they thought.
The sun was just beginning to sink below the horizon, turning the water all shades of red, orange, and yellow. It was breathtaking.
“It's like the ocean is on fire,” Camille exclaimed, jaw slack. “I've only ever seen it from shore…” She made a slow turn. “but to see it like this…” A smile lit up her face and she laughed, joyous and carefree.
Cliff secured a knot and stood, cracking his back and stretching. “Give me a second.” He held up a finger before swinging himself over the railing, much to the horror of Camille and Cypress. Cornelia, however, didn't even glance up from where she was skinning fish for dinner.
“ARE YOU INSANE?” Camille raced to the edge and bent over, finding Cliff clinging to a rope with his left arm that he had apparently tied on beforehand, feet braced against the side, and fingertips trailing in the water. He glanced up, giving her a look so cheeky it made her want to punch him. And she was not a violent person. “You.” She pursed her lips and strode across the deck to “help” Cornelia prepare dinner.
Cliff climbed back up and met Cypress with a firm pat (Cypress would have called it a slap) on the back. “You shouldn't scare her like that you know.” Cypress said quietly after he had regained his balance.
“What? Who? Your sister?”
“Yes.” Cypress glared. “I'm allowed to do stupid things and scare her. But she knows me well enough to know that I'm not stupid enough to try to die.”
Cliff scoffed. “Oh come on. Lighten up, Cy. I've worked on ships my whole life, I'm not going to get hurt..”
Cypress just glared until Cliff raised his hands in surrender. “Fine. I'll stop intentionally trying to frighten her.”
“Good.” Cypress straightened and turned to join the girls leaving Cliff alone.
As the sky grew darker the stars began to appear and Camille became more and more distracted.
“Hey,” Cornelia came and sat down beside her, letting her feet dangle over the edge of the ship. “What's up? Are you okay?”
Camille replied, not taking her eye off the stars. “You see that cluster of stars right… there?” She pointed.
“Yeah?”
“It's not supposed to be there.” She frowned. “I've never seen it before and I've checked all my maps. Those stars shouldn't exist.”
“Oh…” Cornelia shrugged. “Is that bad?”
Camille stood, pulling Cornelia up with her. She hesitated. “…No. But I need to talk with Cy.”
She hurried across the ship, passing by Cliff without so much as a word or glance. She reached the stern of the ship, where Cypress stood hunched over a small table he had set up. Camille approached him slowly, she knew how absorbed he could get in his work and didn't want to startle him. “Cy…”
Cypress didn't look up.
“Cy.” This time he startled and looked up at her. He blinked a few times before pulling of his dark goggles.
“Oh, Cam!! Come here, I want to show you what I'm working on.” He grinned like a child and ran his fingers through his messy black hair.
“Cy I need to talk to you about something first.” Camille came closer and glanced at the table before doing a doubletake. “What is that???” She blinked rapidly.
“Oh, sorry.” Cypress grabbed a thick wooden sheet resting against the table leg and placed it on top, effectively hiding the blinding light. “I'm working on a new kind of lantern. One that's brighter and can cast patterns on the wall or ceiling. I think it will be great for parties and I'm hoping to gift one to the emperor.”
“As long as you don't blind him with it first.” Camille joked. “Now, I need your input on some stars I saw.”
“You? Need my help with stars? That's never happened before.” Cypress frowned. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I'm fine.” Camille rolled her eyes. “But I saw some new stars. A whole cluster. A cluster that shouldn't be there.”
“Are you sure?” Cypress's brow furrowed. “It's not unusual for a new star to appear but for a whole cluster? That's odd.”
“Yes. I'm sure. See, they're right over there.” Camille searched the sky for the stars but couldn't find them. “What. They're gone?”
Cypress took her by the elbow. “Maybe you should get some sleep, it's been a stressful day. I'm sure we can manage without you for a few hours, and if we can't we'll wake you.”
“No, Cy.” Camille pulled away. “They were there. I'm telling you.” She stared up into the sky, lit with thousands of little beacons of light. Like little lanterns the dragons placed to light their way. Camille gasped. “Lanterns…” She turned and snatched the goggles from Cypress and secured them over her own face. “Man, these are really dark, how do you see anything?”
“That's the point. They prevent me from going blind when I'm working on my lantern.” Cypress crossed his arms. “Why did you take them anyway?”
Camille ignored him. “Can you remove the board?”
Cypress sighed. “Fine.” With his head turned the other direction, he lifted the board and held it away from the table.
With the goggles on, Camille could make out the metal frame of the lantern, as well as the little holes designed to let the light through. She turned back to the sky and pulled off the goggles. “There!! The stars are back! Cy, place the board back on again.” She heard the wood scrape metal as the stars disappeared once again. “So they're not stars… she murmured. ”Cy, you created a lantern so bright that they look like stars in the sky.“
Cypress grinned. ”I did, didn't I?“
”But.“ Camille held up a finger. ”If it's this bright outdoors, it's never going to work inside. Even in a palace. You'll blind everyone there.“
Cypress's smile faded. ”Oh, you're right.“ He tapped his chin thoughtfully. ”I didn't think of that.“
”Oh!! What if you took coloured paper and inserted it behind each of the holes? Then you could cast coloured light, which makes it unique and it will dim it a bit so you don't blind everyone.“
”That's a great idea!!“ Cypress hugged her tightly. ”This is why I keep you around.“
”Sure.“ Camille rolled her eyes with a smile.
They pulled away and Camille yawned. ”I'm really tired. Maybe I will get some sleep. Come get me if you need anything.“
”You got it Cam. Night!" He turned back to his table, ready to continue his project.

*I'm not sure if I'll actually call them clans but for now the groups are called the Sky Dragon Clan and the Sea Dragon Clan

Part Four
1120 words

Dear Prince Lucas, Mairith 5, Second Quarter, 399 L.S.

Today is the beginning of the summer solstice. As always we are hosting a feast to celebrate. Everyone in the kingdom is invited, regardless of their clan. So far we haven't had any problems between the two while at the feast. They're generally peaceful but every once in a while there will be someone who wants more power for their clan or thinks the other is unnecessary. We just hope they're not stupid enough to try anything with dozens of armed guards around.
I enjoy the feast. It's an opportunity for me to get to know those who don't frequent the palace. Not to mention the food is delicious. And the servants always decorate it so beautifully. This year Father allowed me to display one of my paintings on the wall. I can not wait to see everyone's reaction to it. It's a piece of harmony. The Sky Dragon and the Sea Dragon coming together in one painting to help the people overcome the darkness that once ruled the land. It's one of my favourite fables and I knew it had to be the first of my paintings the public saw.
Oh, Celeste just entered to help me dress for the feast. I better go now. I'll update you if anything interesting happens.

I finish the letter and place the pen back in my jar of ink. I leave the letter where it is; I may have something to update Lucas on later, so there's no sense in folding it yet.
Celeste lays an armful of dresses on my bed, careful not to wrinkle them. “Your highness,” she bows, looking at me with the utmost respect. That lasts a whole two and a half seconds before we both burst out laughing.
When I regain my composure, I speak with my best snobby royal voice. “Your bow was not low enough, you shall be sent to the dungeons for this grievous transgression.”
“Oh, please no! I'm so sorry, My Lady! I beg your forgiveness!” Celeste dramatically falls at my feet. We giggle and I pull her up.
We've been friends since we were little, with her being born exactly one year before me. I always insisted on celebrating our birthday together. And when I became old enough for a personal handmaid, she was the obvious choice. It's become a tradition of ours to greet each other not like best friends but as snobby royal and lowly servant. We can never keep up the act for long though.
Celeste tugs me toward the bed. “We don't have much time!! You need to change and then we need to do your hair.” She frowns, putting her hands on her hips. “Have you even brushed it today?” She scolds.
“Isn't that your job?” I tease.
“What am I ever going to do with you?” She rolls her eyes and sighs. “No matter. Let's get you dressed!”
She pulled a beautiful ruby red gown from the top of the pile. It was stunning and insanely intricate, with lots of jewels and beading. The sparkly bodice looked like something from the Meadow Kingdom*. Actually, it probably was. They were where we got a lot of our textiles from. While it was beautiful, it also looked heavy.
“Do you have anything that won't stand out as much?” I plopped down on the bed, the soft mattress bending beneath me. I started to sift through the dresses, pulling out a sleek black one. It was much more traditional and probably closer to what the rest of the guests would be wearing. “What about this one?” I stood and held it in front of me. It was hemmed with shimmery green, with delicate flowers embroidered in the same shade along the skirt. It was long enough to reach well past my knees while still short enough to allow free movement. And the short sleeves would ensure I stay nice and cool in the hot summer air.
Celeste squealed. “Oh, it's perfect!! Very pretty while still being more traditional and conservative. And the green will compliment your eyes so nicely.” She took it from me and placed it back on the bed. “Now turn around.”
Once I was dressed, Celeste led me to the vanity where I finally saw my appearance. I don't blame Celeste for thinking I hadn't brushed my hair.

CABINS WARS (CHUEYS WAR START)

Somehow my bob had fallen out of the two ponytails I threw in earlier and tangled itself into a mess while I was writing. Or maybe while I was racing through the halls after Haitao. That was /probably/ more likely. Celeste grabs my jade brush and goes to work detangling. Once all —or most— of the knots were out, we had to decide how to style it for the feast.
“It's really pretty down.” Celeste said admiringly while running her fingers through it.
“True, but I hate how it gets in my face.”
Celeste nods and plays with my hair, trying various styles. We finally decide on a simple style with two braids that meet at the back of my head. It's simple but still pretty.
“Thanks,” I jump out of my chair and hug her. “It's perfect.”
Celeste smiles and glances at the window where the sun streams through and casts long beams of light that cause my jade tiles to shine. “You better get going, it's almost time for the feast to start.”
“Aren't you coming?” My brow furrows.
“Yes, of course!! You don't think I'd miss the unveiling of your painting, do you?” Her hip bumps mine playfully. “I just need to change. I'll meet you there.”
“Okay, I'll see you there.” I grin and dash out of the room. I race down the hall and knock on Haitao's door. “You ready in there?”
The door clicks open and I see Haitao, his usual wide grin absent and shoulders slumped. “Hey.”
“Hey, what's wrong?” I pull him in for a hug. He doesn't resist the embrace. He may be as tall as I am now but he'll always be my little brother.
“I don't want to go.”
“Why not?” I pull back to look into his eyes and blink. “Oh… Have you been crying?”
“Maybe.” He looks down and scuffs his boot against the tiles.
“Oh Tao…” I hug him again. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” He blinks. “Can you tell Mother and Father that I'm not going to the feast? Tell them I'm sick.”
“Sure.” I pat his back. “But it would be good if you made an appearance, if possible.”

*Forest Kingdom is a placeholder name lol

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ChueyTheCatBFF

Words: star, flight, potion (by @surfdudewave)
386 words

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-NightGlow-

Weekly 1: Worldbuilding
word count - 1818 words

Part 1: 352 words
Watawok'mee. When winter thaws, spring is sure to follow.

The snowflakes were drifting down from the misty sky, one by one, each landing on my face and melting right away. The cool breeze rushed into my face, rosy cheeks I could barely feel, catching my tear drops. Each one dripped across my face and gracefully fell to the ground. It was one these barren grounds that are history had been etched, caves of wonders and homes with love. As I opened my mouth to speak, no words came out. Instead, I blew into my hands, trying to use the warmth of my breath to make the cold hurt less.

The ashes had come, battle had been fought, why were we still here. Did no one learn a thing from history? It was bound to repeat itself… the moon cycles traversed the skies, and here I was, standing in the snow, all alone. Abandoned. My culture lost and my family, gone.

- 100 years later -

The grassy plains stretched out for miles along the coast and the sun glimmered on to the tranquil sea, waves moving to the beat of the rays. Everything seemed perfect. The sky, a luminous shade of pink and yellow would leave anyone speechless. It was something you would only imagine seeing in a fairytale. Except this time, it really was real. Tourists came and went by each passing day, but the beauty of our community never seemed to changed. We had survived some a dreadful past filled with wars, battle, famines, you name it.

But today, I stand in front of you. Proud to call this community my home. My Omahi'dch would never have believed me if I told her I would live to see this day. Although she is no longer here with us, we know that our ancestors fought hard for these baren lands. The mountains outstretched far into the abyss, taller than the Himalayas and with a magical presence. Everything was just as it was meant to be and I, nor anybody else would have wanted to change a think.

Watawok'mee. Spring is here, at last.

Part 2: Five Images
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Part 3: 601 words
The control panel was blaring its loud siren throughout the entire community. Everybody was frantically running around, not know hat to do. Our village hadn't experienced such struggles in such a long time and no one knew what to do. We had been so focused on the opening ceremony reunion, thanking our ancestors, that we didn't realize that it was on this day, many moons ago, that everything went so wrong.

The jinx lingered in the air and it was never going to go away, any time soon at least. I shot up out of bed, hearing the irritating noise, not realizing what it was. As I scrambled outside of the house, I noticed that everyone was rushing towards the waterfall… probably in hopes of finding some place to stay for the time being. I however, knew I was made for so much more. The Watawok'mee warriors don't run from their troubles. Instead, they fight fear face on and victoriously overcome struggles. I was not about to let all of my grandmother's hardwork go to waste merely becauses I was worried for my future.

Everybody had left me. I was alone. What more did I have to lose? As I sprinted toward the loud sirens, I very quickly noticed that it was coming from one of the watch towers surrounding the kingdom. That was odd, I thought to myself. But then it struck me. Of course someone would target the castle first, it was the most valuable. Although our fields were covered the most delicious fruit and precious flowers sprouting at every hem, the true beauty that had come from the ashes of our past was our monuement. The kingdom.

It was in the center of town, watching over everybody. But today, it only wreaked havoc. As I got closer, the intensity of the sound waves increased and I felt as if I was about to pass out. It was too much and way more than I could handle. Nevertheless, I continued persisting. I stormed my way up the flight of stairs while everyone else evacuated to safety near the waterfall. What was I doing with my life? This was no way to fulfill that propechy, why was I being so reckless?

Keeping my head straight, I continued on, pacing myself effectively so that I wouldn't randomly stop for breath. Before I knew it, I was at the top of the brick like stairs. The sirens continued blaring and I was panting, gasping for any chance of air. I took out the master key from my pocket and pushed open the larger oak doors. It was the nanotechnology. But, it had multiplied.

What had once let jus thrive was now going to be the end. Not unless I found a way to fix it. The only problem was that I barely had any experience with these sorts of things. All I ever did was protect the kingdom, but not by working on the technology. No, that was someone else's job. Clearly, they weren't doing an effective job. I knew time was running out.. the particles began to spread across the room and chairs started morphing into plasma-like substances. I had already risked everything so there wasn't really anything I could do to escape.

If this was to be the end, I wanted to go fighting for a good cause. I want to be remembered, just like my grandmother, as a warrior who fought for the Watawok'mee in their darkest hour. I, Nia Loubfw'nx am a warrior, and I will make my people proud.. even if that's the last thing I do.

Part 4: 838 words
To understand this story, I need to take you back 100 years to witness where it all began…

Dear Gendjalu,

I am afraid that this time is not like the others. I sense danger, real danger, and it's not like the prophecies we heard as little kids. This is real. The darkness is driving closer to us day by day and I'm worried that I will not be able to stop it in time. It will engulf us all, we won't be able to see the world as we hada envisioned it all those years ago.

Although I hope you forgive me for leaving you, I need you to know that this might very well be the last. It is with a heavy heart that I pen this letter to you. I know it is not easy one bit, but we need to persevere together in order to make it out. You trusted me last time, so I need you trust me again. One last time.

Watawok'mee. When winter thaws, spring is sure to follow.

I will always be with you, my love. Take care of Nessa and make sure nothing happens to her.

The time will come,
Sohdni'ux

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The battle progressed and fires were lit. The sky burned with shades of charcoal and ember.. it was dawn's end all over again. My mother used to read me stories about such nights but I never knew it would be a reality. At that time, all I could think about was getting back to my poor Nessa, all scared and alone, with no one but Gendjalu. Each battle was fought in her name, I just wanted to go back to her and see her bright blue eyes once more. I love the way they glimmered in the sunshine, sparkling against the endless sea that we had spent so many days together.

Yet right now, everything was coming to an end. I had no way to stop it. The strength of our enemies only continued to grow by day and I knew time was taking. As much as I wanted to see them again, I had to take this path. I had to make this choice. Just to ensure that they would be able to see another day, enjoy the sun that I loved staring up at, and luminous sky filled with stars at night. It was these memories that kept me pushing. If I didn't get to live, she still had to. They still had to. And so, it was done.

The batlle summoned, ties were cut, and the wager was made. As I looked over the valley, breathing in my last breathe, I couldn't help but smile. It was over, it had all ended before I knew it. My painless escape from the world was worthwile. Although her life would never be the same, at least she had one to go back to. And so, the rebuilding begun.

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Dear Sohdni'ux,

Watawok'mee. Spring is here, at last.

Yours truly,
Gendjalu.

—

100 years later.

Now you understand the story, well the history that is, don't you? Well, now I'll explain how I fit into the huge picture. Trust me, there's a place for everyone here. Across the barrne grounds stretch the plain grassy fields of our kingdom. The sun glimmered in the sky, shining its luminous light amongst the vibrant shades of pink and yellow scattered in the clouds. It was as if someone had blended those two colors together using a brush that hadn’t been washed after its last dip in yellow. What a sight it was.

Today marked the day of sacrifice. Many years ago, my grandmother made it a point to build a better life for me and everyone else. She sacrificed so much, and for those reasons, we stand here today. We stand here proud, not because our battles are done, but because the deep blue river flows, the valleys are blooming day by day, and the mountains extend for miles.

We are in our golden era, one built on challenges, bits and pieces of nothingness. Everything just seemed to fit, like a puzzle that was missing a piece but you never really knew that it was. I looked around the crowd, everyone with a worry-free smile. “Thanks grandma,” I whispered into the sky. That night, I opened my diary and frantically began to write. So many thoughts were soaring through my head. The moonlit sky had bright stars surrounding its glow and it kept me up all night.

As I continued scribbling down my thoughts, I began to dose off at the tip of my bed, the notebook slowly falling out the grasp of my hands. It had been a long day. Although I put a smile on my face, I knew the time was coming up. The cycle of sacrifices had to continue… first my grandmother, then my mother. And now, well I guess it's my turn to make things right.

The sirens went off into the night. It was time.

Milkysplash

★ daily 3 - march 3rd - product advertisement

✩ words given
train, chandelier, whistle

✩ words chosen
mango, backpack

✩ daily part (374 words)

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day 3 - 3/3/25 - combining 2 words to make an ad
(I was too busy yesterday to do the daily…)

words from @starunicorn_5 : button and pencil

the creation: Pentton

464 words

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