Word War
word count - 246 words

Did you hear the latest news? Well I'd like to tell you that despite this competitive SWC session (as you probably notice with all the dailies and weeklies that have been completed- I mean just look at that Trackbear leaderboard! Absolutely insane, I tell you), there is a clear winner that is starting to emerge from the ashes. The HCoM or better know as, “The hidden Cabin of Mangoes” has been taking a silent lead from the very start.

When cabins least expect it, HCoM is going to overtake everyone and become the masterful ruler of SWC! That cabin, comprised with practically all of the past mascots that you can think of are on a mission of revenge. They want to prove themselves and show why they belong, and I guess we all need to watch out to say the very least. They are watching our every move which is why we need to decide what to do very carefully. All active measures need to be taken in order to ensure the safety of all cabins and campers that are joining us here for SWC this session.

A special weather advisory is going to be coming out shortly, but for the time being, I advise you to remain alert. Falling mangoes are going to come sooner rather than later and you cannot let them win! You need to make sure that you keep fighting all the time.. this is not the end. This war only stops-

Word war with @IvyCreations
Time: 4 minutes
Prompt: None

399 words

This word war is four minutes and there is no prompt, so I am just going to roll with my stream of consciousness here. I always think about in word wars with no prompts, “what in the world do I write?” and I end up writing the most stupid stuff. I also often think about how if you write shorter words, that could be a strat because you can write more words. But then you might just waste time thinking of short words and how to form your sentences into short words. I have bad grammar when I'm just trying to write things out fast. As you can probably tell if you are reading this. But I guess that means my thoughts and my stream of consciousness have bad grammar? In general, the most important thing when you type fast is your accuracy. Because if you aren't accurate, whatever the heck you wrote makes absolutely no sense. And, you then have to go back and delete. I personally just click delete on everything if I find a typo, so then I have to write it all again. The most important thing (or second most important thing because I decided accuracy is the most important thing, ironic because my accuracy is going down right now,) is to just keep writing in a word war. You don't have to write things that really make sense, or are good, or have good grammar. You just need to write words that kind of form sentences in a way. Which is what I'm trying to do right now. Hopefully I can win this word war because I lost the last one I did lol. I want to win so I can get more points for Fantasy, because we fell a little bit in the rankings. I really want to win this war - like I really need this job from I think it's hairspray! My brain is so random sometimes. Going to check the clock again, looking up at the timer tab next to this. This word war is coming to an end, so if you for some reason read this I hope you enjoyed reading about my word war strategy. I only have twenty seconds left, now ten. Let's see how many seconds I can write - I mean words and sentences I can write before the clock hits zero… and I'm done right… now!

Word War
versus @essayist

The sun isn't just a spicy dish to eat on birthdays. The voidling enjoyed the tasty meal that he had just eaten. It was the sun, the magma-filled sun. The most nutritious meal for a voidling, he thought. After all, it was a gigantic star. There were many huge stars within the universe, but this one was a bit extra spicy.
… Oops. He had completely snuffed out the light from the universe and all of the planets. He gazed out upon the dark world with sorrow that he had just eaten the light. It was his birthday, though. Perhaps he should have thought a little bit more about what he was about to eat. The voidling chuckled as he started drifting through the void to find another star to replace the sun with. Hopefully there was enough time to find another star that could fit the solar system. Well… System, just system, because the sun had been eaten by him. He scoffed at his little joke, and he kept searching around for a suitable star for the system to become a solar system again. There were many stars to choose from. Large stars, tiny stars, teeny tiny stars, and the huge stars that he had wished he had taken a bite out of instead of the star that was smack dab in the middle of a system surrounded by planets.
The void did not want to get sad, though. He kept looking and looking for a new star. He just wished that he had figured out how large the star was, because that would have helped him in this scenario that he was in. Or… Wait. Couldn’t he had spat it out? The voidling sighed, returning to the space the sun had once been, and spat it out. He was pleased now.

Word Count: 292 (this is excluding the prompt that I used for starting)

hungy void

Video so you can watch me undo so many words this could've been more than 292 but I kept erasing words

Word War with @primosaur
Words: 194
Time Taken: 3 minutes

The hidden Cabin of Mangoes was going to win this session of SWC. They had been plotting, planning their revenge on each of the cabins for years now, ever since SWC had started. They had been ignored for far too long, and they were ready to get back at the cabins for their malice and evildoing.
One by one, they hacked into the SWC database and changed every cabin’s word count and points to -12882. Perfect. Now no one would have more points than the mango cabin, who still had 0 because they were terrible at keeping track of their writing. Once called the cabin that would not win, the mango cabin rose from the shadows and began tracking down each cabin’s member and changing their word scores so that each of them would lose, but the mango cabin would reign victorious! They would finally be the ones that won, not those pathetic “legitimate” cabins that only won because they were actual cabins. The mango cabin was an actual cabin, but the others, even the leaders of the camp, refused to recognize them as an actual cabin. Soon, soon, they would have their revenge.

WARRRRRRRR!!!!!
WORD WARRRR!!!!!
War with Rose
(Eevee told me to rant about bees so I did and that took too much memory/brain power :sob: )

I think that bees are extremely good for us! Some people might think bees are dangerous because of their stingers but bees only really use those when they feel threatened so as long as you don’t harm them, they won’t harm you. Bees produce honey and pollen which can also be pretty helpful! Flowers can be helpful because they can lighten moods, promote pollinating, provide food, and they make wonderful gifts! Honey is helpful because it is used as a sweetener, antioxidant, and antibacterial agent. Pollination is useful for many things like helping plants reproduce and plants grow! Bees also help with biodiversity because they help protect a wide range of plants! Beekeeping is also a very important source of income for rural communities! Bees also help with the making of some important medical products like beeswax, propolis, and honey bee venom! Sadly, the bee population is starting to decline due to dwindling habitat, diseases, parasites, and environmental contaminants. Us humans could not survive without bees. If the bees died or went extinct , many plants and crops wouldn’t be pollinated and that would disrupt the food chain and cause humans and animals to slowly die off due to hun-



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cw for alcohol and smoking


Part one:
The people of blank do not understand the problem brewing in their society. They inhabit a large city with a strict ruling system and law. Among their beliefs include a heavy disdain towards anything ‘other’ or anyone outside of societal norms. This includes a harsh dislike of people who suffer from mental illnesses— especially disorders that include hallucinations. One of my characters, Amirrora, is heavily ridiculed and eventually locked up due to her being able to see things that others can’t. As far as traditions go, at each full moon, people gather at the shore of the ocean to form a sort of ritual as a deterrent for the waves to spare their lives. It never works. But they keep trying.
As far as social class goes, it’s a very, very harsh class divide. Rich people live in mansions adorned with the nicest things, using their power to avoid the dark aspirations of the vengeful. The poor beg for scraps of money whilst trying to avoid the dangerous waters that surround the city’s walls. There is no middle. Nobody has ‘just enough.’ They have too much or nothing at all. The rich will give away nothing and the poor will get nothing.
Until things change.
The movement in the shadows promises a brighter future for everyone. People in positions of power are obviously opposed to the idea and hate it fully, but people living the “bad half” of life are excited. Momentum is building. They are sick of being treated poorly and having to fight their way up for any sort of hope. They are sick of their members being taken and “treated,” coming back as half the person they were before. They are sick of the waters taking them.
The facilities get more funding than anything else due to the society’s views on mental illness. The facilities “treat” people for their perceived flaws, releasing them once they understand. No one has spoken about what goes on inside them, and the few that return are never the same. They come back as… shells. Not even people.
That’s why no one ever dares to defy the laws. The punishments are too severe. They won’t kill you, but maybe when you’re done with their little training program, you’ll wish they had. They’ll teach you why you’re not good enough for their society. They’ll tell you that what you’re seeing isn’t real.
They’re covering up the truth. Or are they? Even I, an unreliable narrator, sometimes don’t know false from true. And maybe that is what is scariest. Maybe you have to decide the truth. Is that something you’re able to do?

Part two:
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Part three:
The Codex was sitting on the table in front of me, its screen turned off. The antenna was extended so I could receive messages, but I silently prayed no one would dare send me one during this chat. My parents were in front of me, their faces showing a silent disappointment in my choices. They were hard to recognize. Everyone was, since I died. Even Seris.
My mother opened her mouth to speak, but the Codex pinged as soon as she did. Her eyes narrowed in suspicious dissatisfaction. “Well… you should open it.”
I met her gaze and did as I was told. My hands shook as I picked up the Codex, my fingers wrapped around the small black device. I clicked it on with the button on the side, the small grainy screen flicking on. I pushed my finger against the button under the screen, navigating to the messages tab as the text popped up.
“What does it say?” My father asked, his tone stern.
My lips twitched into a small grin as I hit the delete button. I shrugged my shoulders. “Guess you’ll never get to find out.”
My mother reached forward and snatched the device from my fingertips. “What the hell is wrong with you, Amirrora? You were never like this before. You changed. And I don’t think I like what you became.”
“Join the party,” I said, letting an eerie smile fall across my face.
My father shook his head in disappointment. I didn’t care. Their opinions of me didn’t bother me anymore. The opinions of strangers never had and it wasn’t about to start.
My father picked up the device, his grip wrapping around the small object like a vice. I blinked and my connection with anyone outside was severed, the two halves of the Codex crumpling as they hit the floor. Bits of dark plastic and metal clicked against the ground, echoing off the expensive tile floor.
“You will never contact those… that scum again, do you understand us?” my mother asked, though it wasn’t a question.
“Yes.”
“You understand the consequences for your actions? The price you pay?” my father said. They always took turns. It was a strange thing, the connection of two people who despised each other to such an extent they would perfect one another's lives. It was such an eerie thing to experience, yet such a common trait amongst the dead.
I nodded my head. “I am not afraid of retribution.”
My mother scoffed, taking her turn to speak. “You should be.”
And then it was his. “I think you mean justice, Amirrora. You committed a crime. You will serve your time. You are not above the law”
“Justice is just retribution performed by a higher class of people. Don’t act like you’re above my movement because you can’t see what I've been showing you.”
And then her turn came back around. “See what, Amirrora? The dead people living in our walls? Ghosts?” she scoffed again, rolling her eyes like my existence was beneath her. “I should hope not.”
God, they really were so uptight, weren’t they? The formal speech, the demeaning comments. They were lucky not to see them. The drowned people were not kind and they certainly were not a great sight to behold.
The cuffs around my wrists buzzed with energy. A warning. They wanted to punish me for not listening to their every word like a pet. The thick metal band around my wrist was my cage, preventing me from escaping their clutches. It would never work… but it worked all too well.




Part four:
HALF ONE: Kai’isha
The grey dusk of sunset is truly an unmatched sight. Navy clouds blocking out the fading orange… I guess it was hard for me to imagine why people are so full of hatred and violence in a world filled with such sights.
I was sitting on the railing of a side street overlooking a forest, watching the trees blow around in the wind, long strands of purple hair whipping through the cold air. Lines of houses spread out behind me, warm lights inside pooling on the ground that was growing darker with each passing minute. It was a perfect night, but it wasn’t quite right. It was hard to explain, but it was just… too strange. Mansions, all identical. The families living inside them all so eerily the same. They said the same things. They knew all the same words. Behind them was the city, its buildings towering over everything else that could possibly exist. Lights flashed in every color of the rainbow, unique patterns filling the sky with vivid words and phrases and videos. News. People. Me. My face, illuminated in purple lights, next to my friends. My sisters. We really had it all.
But it wasn’t enough. We still weren’t good enough to make it. My mother told me the bad news herself. We simply weren’t good enough to make it nationally. We were a minor success and we had gotten nothing from it. Even our city’s own leaders wouldn’t see us.
We had embarrassed ourselves. We put everything we had into our performance and our songs, and what had we gotten? Jack.
It was humiliating. We had to be better. Mak was fine. She did everything she was supposed to. Besides, it would doom my relationship with her if I kicked her off the team. Dev wasn’t as good, but she was hot enough for everyone to love her. She was good at the performance aspects. The rest… not so much. Vexal was the glue that held us together and I couldn’t just get rid of her without expecting to fall apart. Seris… Seris was the problem. She had been losing her grip on reality since that stupid friend of hers fell into that cult.
Whatever. She’ll come around. I took a shaky breath in, pausing to watch the scenery again. And then I got up and left.

The city was always wild as soon as the sun set. Parties in every club. People in every street. Flashing lights of every color, speakers playing every song, buildings seeming to shake with the music. If we weren't in such a bad position, I would love this. I would love seeing everyone in their craziest outfits roaming around looking for a new spot. The songs. My songs.
But the news of our failure made it so hollow.
I paced the streets, looking for some explanation to why we hadn’t succeeded. People said we needed more time, but we all knew that wasn’t it. No answer came to me.
People bumped into me. Faces I knew. People I once loved, people who hated me, people who had never even heard my name. They all blurred together. They all spun into one entity, mocking me for the things I failed to accomplish. It was too much.
I went home.









HALF TWO: Seris
I don’t understand why people hate bathroom graffiti. I think it’s pretty. It’s history–maybe not the history you want to see or understand, but its evidence of human involvement outside of our own minds.
But that kind of thinking is what got me very nearly sent away. Those are the kinds of things Amirrora said after she lost her mind.
But there was a gentle sort of peace to it. To knowing you weren’t alone in this strange world. To sitting on the counter, like we all did, swinging your legs off the side as you lifted another cigarette to your lips. I can never forget where I came from.
That’s the only vow I can ever truly keep. It’s my final promise. To my people— and more importantly, to Amirrora.
She lost it all.
I remember it like it was yesterday.
But I don’t have time to reminisce on the past. I shoved the bathroom door open and walked back into the gas station parking lot, the hot pink door of our tour bus swinging open for me. Kai’isha was on the black leather couch, scrolling through texts on her phone absentmindedly. Mak was next to her, her head draped against Kai’s shoulder, reading her texts. The two looked perfect. Vexal was in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of expensive champagne.
It didn’t feel real.
Not in a happy way. It wasn’t a proud moment.
I could never focus on us anymore. Every waking moment was consumed by the thoughts of Amirrora and her fate. The trial. The facility.
The years between our last moment together. It hurt to breathe when I thought of her face when I testified against her.
I forced the thought away from me. “Hey!”
Vexal nodded at me, smiling. She extended her glass towards me. “You want some?”
I was about to shake my head, knowing the path it led to. But I reached out and Vexal passed me the glass. I took a sip. Just one, careful, slow sip.
I exhaled. Anything to distract me from the memories of her.
Vexal smiled wider. Kai nodded her head at me, pushing her phone down against the couch. “How was the gas station bathroom?” she laughed and Mak chucked under her breath.
The smile plastered on my face was fake. “Oh, it was great. You guys really missed out.”
The smile was fake, but I wasn’t lying. The graffiti made me think back to what I had before. Nothing. And somehow, nothing was better than whatever this was.


HALF THREE (listen okay i am bad at math): Amirrora
“Please, Amirrora. Just accept the help that’s being offered to you.”
The voices were so much worse here. I didn’t see their faces anymore, but I heard their screams. Nobody listened. They treated me like I was crazy. They didn’t understand.
“I don’t want it.”
“Please, Amirrora. Just let us help you. Think of all the good you could do for the world if you just accepted the truth instead of following the promises of people who aren’t even real?” the woman’s tone was condescending as she spoke. She didn’t actually want to help me.
Listen, I know how it sounds. But if no one else believes me, I have to believe myself. I know what I’m seeing is the truth. The Drowned are in my life, forcing their presence into every corner of my existence like a bitter plague.
Like death itself.
“You think I’m crazy.” I watched for the reaction I knew was coming.
The woman smiled. “I think you’re a deeply hurt person who is suffering under the weight of all that’s happened.”
Like a dead ringer.
Spot on.
My lips twitched into a small smirk. “You don’t understand.”
“Would you like to help me understand?”
The walls were closing in now. Tighter. Suffocating. My view of the ocean, sparkling and glittering and blinding me like a bright light, faded. Turned dark.
“No. Please leave now.”
“You’re making this so much more difficult than it has to be.”
No. I didn’t imprison people. I didn’t make them think they were crazy. I didn’t do… this.

Weekly 1
2062 words <3

Part 1
562 words


In my world, there are many different people. Think of it like mother nature gets bored and decides to create a new species.
Although that hasn’t happened in a while, it still affects all of today's affairs, such as government, trade and territory claims.

My species include many gifted beings, said to be gods but really just nature's favourites, which in a way might make them gods. Some of them include an immortal star-child and a dying wood-nymph, who survives with a mask of plants attached to her face 24/7.
Those are only a few of them, and their character is incredibly complex, as are there motives and knowledge on their history. As there is little known about their motives and on their history.

Moving on to general people, this world contains humans, elves, nymphs, Uttawain (bird-people), dwarfs, sirens, scroungers (hybrids) and half-people, our gods, who are said to not belong to this world.
They live mostly in peace, it has been 270 years since the last interspecies war, of course, the humans have warred each other, but have also healed those wounds with time,, diplomacy and other species interventions. The others don’t like the humans warring each other, beacasue of the treaty and laws of agreement. But more on that later. and other species interventions. The others don’t like the humans warring with each other, because of the treaty and laws of agreement. But more on that later.


Language is another thing entirely, as each of the elves, nymphs, Uttawain and half-people have their own tongues, which of those dialects may change over the continents. Men, dwarfs and scroungers typically speak common-tongue and few of them ever learn the other languages.

Elves speak Soliada, which is a wispy, soft language that harbors sharp edges and is incredibly difficult to learn.
It descended from an old dialect of tree-speak, and has developed over time. The general language is more centred around the letters and words than the sounds they make and has been named the language of heart, because of all the common sayings that more species are aware of rather than their darker words.

Nymphs use tree-speak, a woody sound often associated with whistling, that like its name suggests, is used by trees, simply at a much lower tone than human ears can detect. It’s the oldest language in the world and it has remained mostly the same throughout the 8000 years it existed, long before the nymphs were capable of speech.
Then languages spoken by the Uttawain and Half-people are far too complex for me to begin to unpack in our short session.
Sirens use a mix. They can pick what language each person holds dear to their heart, not necessarily the one they speak, and use that with any individual.

Culture is a funny thing in this world. Each species has a different culture and each group within the species has a different or altered culture. It's a lot to explain.

Elves as a general collective, value strength, spirit, dedication, mercy and history.
Humans as a collective value honor, connections, wit, words and pride
Nymphs value kindness and understanding
Beliefs and traditions are important among the dwarfs
And Uttawian value vanity, intelligence, elegance and ability.

Again Half-people are a whole other cacophony that I won’t get into today because even I do not know all that they are.


Part 2

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Part 3 -
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Now, a unique technology to my world is one that is called Accipere Vitam (take life), it is something Nature blessed the Half-people with the knowledge of and they created in the hopes it would save her, in some way or another.

It didn’t do that and Instead created a war over who would gain control over Nature, or who would protect it.
Selected passages from a Uttawian soldiers letter -

Why are we doing this again? We’ve already charged the walls, the casualties were beyond comparison.
Do the generals just not get the memo?
We’re all going to die.


I’m sorry ma, there's too many, my wings are already wilting* they have been since we got to this terrible place. There are simply too many, and I can feel her rage. This isn’t meant for us to meddle in. The king doesn’t get that.

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This is a war that hurt a lot of people, and it's in doubt that the Elves population will ever recover. In the end, Mother Nature finally decided she’d had enough and threw everyone off the trail of the Accipere Vitam and left it in the hands of the nymphs, who, with their love of nature, she trusted would not do anything with it.

The piece of technology was a small orb that glowed the closer it was connected to nature. It held the ability to create and destroy new life species and the ones who wanted it (Uttawain, Men) Were banished from the country, everyone else was free to do as they pleased as they had chosen instead to protect and pray for the safety of such technology.

The men were struggling over the land, as nothing could sustain their population, and they were quickly dwindling in numbers.
Finally they cast off their pride and begged the Half-people to take them back. Nature said yes, but on the condition that they sign a treaty that would enslave them to all they hurt.
Selected passages from the treaty -

Humans, or the race of men, will no longer be allowed to roam free over these lands, they will instead be passed into the care of any they hurt during the wars, to do whatever those people please.

Men may be released from service but that will require permission from one of the half-people, and a proving of their worth.

Any species hold the right to command any human that is not in service, if they come across them.

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As this contract was forged by Nature herself, and signed by the half-people. It could not be changed and cannot be broken, and it was compelled by what one would call ‘magic’ a driving force ensuring it could not be broken. The humans signed it in their desperation, not realising what it meant for their future.

Nowadays, people rarely keep humans, typically only higher Elves and Half-people, most others see it as barbaric and a reminder of the war.
Humans still remember and recognise the power that everyone now holds above them and tend to live in the shadows. There, but quiet. As if any species commands them too, they have to obey. A Lot of human customs have changed in the last 200 years since most species began to release them from their service, and they are slowly building up small villages and towns on the outskirts of everywhere.

The location of the Accipere Vitam, the very thing that started this war, has been lost to time, and it is respected. There have been no known hunts to find the location, and the Nymphs ensure that there will be none.

For more information on Accipere Vitam, see pg 347.
For more Information on the Treaty of Servitus see pg 892.


*Uttawian have wings, and when experiencing too much emotional or physical turmoil their feathers start wilting and they lose a lot of feathers, which is an incredibly important thing for them, both in health and social circles.


Part 4 -
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Avis -

I looked out my window, heart hurt and yearning for something more than this life.
This life that my ancestors paid me into.
The life they paid themselves into, not seeing the consequence of making that deal.

That deal is the reason we all live in pain. We should have died all those years ago.
Only Obitus’s sacrifice is the reason we all live.
Maybe vanishing into the sandy dunes would have been better for us.
All of us.
Everyone.

It certainly would have meant that I would not be staring at the floor, the long drop to where I needed to be.
The drop I would probably not survive.

But alas, when you are compelled into service, you must take the jump all the same.
And so I jumped.


That day I lost my leg and my left eye.
One from impact, the other as a consequence of my stupidity. For jumping.
Not fair, but it happened all the same.
And worst of all they made Tellia watch.
I still remember the horror in her eyes as I screamed silently, not allowed to make a sound.
Her shouts and His cackles as the pain made it all disappear.
Sometimes I wish the impact had killed me.

They kept me in service, of course they did. Why lose a Human with a healthy fear of you already? They would still do everything you said.
I am still required to do everything they say, everything they ask of me.


Why am I telling you this?
Well I can’t help but wonder what you’d think of my fate, and what you’d think of my story. If you’d provide a little more kindness to a human you might see.
And if it would change your fate?



Fríele -

Avis, you must understand that it is not my place to go against Nature's wishes.
I am sorry for all that has happened to you, but I cannot do anything about it.

You are right of the path I am headed though. I am not aware of how you found out, or how you discovered the truth barely two people know.
But I ask that you do not tell anyone.
I put you into service with those words.

That may seem cruel, with what you told me.
And it is. I will not deny that.
But I am not going to let that secret get out.
Ever.

Only Mother Nature can release your oath. And you took it the day Obitus died. As did your descendents and as did your ancestors.
You will never be free of me, but I will do what I can to protect you from Him.
I do not wish for that to happen again.
I hope it does not happen ever again.
The day it happens is the day I follow your path.

Friele



Avis -


Friele, why are you telling me what I already know?
I know you can't change my past.
I know you can’t protect me. Please don’t make empty promises.

The purpose of my letter was not a cry for help.
I stopped crying that day.
When the only person who would help me, could not.
I stopped crying the day my eye was lost. That was the day I lost my heart.

It was a warning to you of everything that could happen. I know you’re an Elf, and it’s not your place to dabble in the matters of Humans, least of all those who are serving others.


I hope you understand the truth now.


Friele -


Avis, I apologise for not understanding what your letter was truly about. I understood, but I did not want to admit it.
That would make it real.

And despite what you say, I don’t think you’ve lost your heart. You would not have reached out if you did not have a heart.
Perhaps you are missing a soul.
Maybe Nature took it with your freedom.

But maybe I have your heart, as you have mine.
Perhaps I may keep it?

Friele


Avis -

Friele, darling, you have had my heart for so long I've lost count. But you and I both know we can’t do this.
This is a risk. A jump.
A drop.

And not a fall I’m willing to take.
Never again.



Friele -

I’m sorry. I want you to know, despite it all. I will still love you.
You will always have my heart.

I do not want it back, I want never to feel the pain of heartbreak. So please do not give it back, unless you come with it.


Avis -

I will keep it then, for you.
Till the day I die.
And all the days after.
Even when Nature has finally released my soul.
Even when you never release my heart.
Even when my bones decay to dirt, to sport flowers. To give life.
Every day when I’m gone.

Goodbye.
Promise me you will not walk the path.


Friele -

I cannot make a promise I won’t keep.
Goodbye my love.

Friele

Word War #1 w/ @essayist

Prompt: @ReadWriteSing: The hidden Cabin of Mangoes was going to win this session of SWC.

Trust me when I say that the hidden cabin of mangoes is going to win this session of Scratch Writing Camp. You’ve heard of The Cabin that Will Not Win. You’ve heard of so many genres such as sci-fi, poetry, thriller, myth, and so much more in the Scratch Writing Camp leaderboard. However, have you heard of the hidden cabin of mangoes? Of course you haven’t. So that is why I am here today to introduce you to this stunning albeit secretive cabin. Buckle up, for there is a lot to learn today!

So what is the hidden cabin of mangoes, and why is it even hidden? Well, why would I tell you? That was a joke. Anyway, it’s a super duper awesome cabin. Trust me on this one. It is full of mangoes and blahaj and the like. There are so many awesome things to discover! It is almost like a maze. But a maze that is very epic, for that matter.

Word Count: 163

My Favorite Place (Ramble)
3/2/2025
1000 words

i guess i don’t really have a favorite place, but i think the where the feeling of home and belonging is where i like the most. a place isn’t only about where i am, but the people i’m with. it’s the experience that i have that i enjoy the most. i like my bed, but it doesn’t have a real meaning to me. i think one of my favorite places, as i can never quite choose a definite favorite for most things, would be the dance studio. where i take dance, and voice, and improv. it’s the place where i’ve spend countless hours over the past year and have formed so many fond memories.

it is in part the stretching that leaves my legs sore the next day and the droplets of sweat that are proof that i’ve worked hard. the praise we get as a group when we’ve learned a new dance combination and mastered. the confidence that comes as i maneuver my body through muscle memory. the smile on my teacher’s face, because my voice is getting stronger and with it a sureness in how i express my voice. another sip from the water bottle because my body needs to stay hydrated to sing further.

the dance studio is a safe place for me to be. and the people there are ones that i trust and care about. from dance lessons where i can move to the music, occasionally double life that reminds me of bi-fi july ‘24, and work on memorizing the choreography, to voice lessons where i am able to sing, even as my siblings and friends peer in through the window, and the improv classes that i look forward to every week. i have made many great friends there and i think that’s what i enjoy the most. not necessarily the expressive freedom that comes with dance or singing. but it’s the relationships that have changed from acquaintances to best friends.

it’s the staying late because there can never be too many rounds of hugs, and only leaving the studio when someone’s parent comes in to take them home now. it’s the comfortable space where i hold onto my friend’s hand to keep her from potentially committing some crimes that i doubt she’ll regret later and hug her, as an excuse to drag her away from a fight. it’s the large space that echoes with giggles and ease that comes with being fully myself and not feeling embarrassed, even if i fumble over my words and turn red. it’s the countdown to wednesday, when i can spend hours there in the afternoon, working on my schoolwork with music humming through my headphones, as i wait for my lessons. it’s seeing my friends stream in through the door as it nears 4:30 and i’m singing the last few verses of the song i’m working on. it’s dragging my chair, the one directly next to the bench, that i drag out from it’s place and (unsuccessfully) move away from my friend, who makes it her mission to sit as close as she can next to me every week. it’s the belly aches from doubling over with uncontained laughter because we’re laughing with each other, not at each other. it’s me maybe being the mom friend, but that’s my role in this chaotic friend group.

walking to the dance studio from church, as i swing my dance bag with one hand, i’m always alert for the cars as we approach main street. my siblings behind me and i tell them to be careful on instinct. glance both ways before crossing over the street and turning left until we get to the familiar green garage door and glass display that showcases the dress that we’ll all be wearing next recital. the walkway to the door is always tight, but i’m used to it by now, and i maneuver my bag to the left side of my hip as i tug the door open with my right arm. the soft hum of the heater greets us as we pile in and into our seats as we wait for the familiar greeting from our teacher.

there’s something special about having a place where you’re always going to be surrounded by people who have seen your silliest side. a place where you dare to be creative. a community built upon trust and inside jokes. inside jokes that bleed out into the interactions outside of bounds of the room where they were created. to the point where the forged relationships between personas are an integrated part of our real identities when we’re around each other somehow. because my brother and my friend are always going to be husband and wife, even if she’s got an actual boyfriend and he’s not interested. she claims he’s cheating on her because he plays the husband of our castmate in a skit, and we threaten to introduce him as her husband when her boyfriend comes to the performance.

in a way, it’s where my family is. not just me and my three siblings. it’s also this family that we’ve forged through happenchance. my two closest friends, who are mortal enemies. one of their sisters, who has a special distaste for my brother because he’s her sister’s lackey. two, in a world a father and illegitimate daughter, who came over from theater, preferring improv over memorized lines. and one who recently joined, but fits in like she’s been with us since day one.

a place, to me, isn’t defined just by what it is, but the memories it holds. if i were to choose a favorite place on that account, a high contender would be the little dance studio, hidden away between shops. an unassuming front, but with capsuled mischief waiting to be unlocked inside. memories line the mirrored walls and when i step over the threshold onto the wooden floor, i fall back into routine. to the left into the chair, right next to the bench.

uhhh @sweetzeal so according to my more knowledgeable friend we make a post here and then after that post our work right

day 4 - word war with @slyscribblingfox039

• 73wpm; 79 words; lost (eh)

“Oh! It's you!” I exclaimed loudly. Standing in front of me was my friend that I've not seen for a long time. I still can't believe it's real…
I went up and hug her, but instead cold wind brushed against me. “Huh?” I pondered.
I smiled at her, but nothing happened. I waved at her, and nothing happened too.
“Is this real?” I questioned. Flicking my fingers at my head, I realised that it maybe was just a dream…….

(no i'm not faking my wpm but i didn't really have any ideas so i took a longer time to process and therefore…)

ill post proof later.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

◪ Word War 1
Wordcount: 317
Person warred: yumeverse
Win/Loss: Win
Prompt used: Yes, The hidden Cabin of Mangoes was going to win this session of SWC.
Time: 5 minutes
Cabin: Bi-Fi

The Hidden Cabin of Mangoes was going to win this session of SWC. There was no denying it- every day they had slaved off picking mangoes from the trees to feed to the other cabins, disgusting themselves as the encouraging cohosts or hosts. Little did the campers know that no matter how many points they earned, first place would always be second, for the cabin of the magoes would always reign the king. For isn't labour a form of respect? Isn't hearwork a form of true love? Isn't dedication a form of “I deserve first place”? Isn't the constant slaving away, growing trees at the speed of one day per two trees, taking more writing magic than you could ever consider- and with the constant arsonists looking for anything flammable to set ablaze, your job is even harder. Everyone thinks that the reason Scratch writing camp's official fruit is mangoes is because of an inside joke by the campers many years ago. How wrong they were- the first session's campers knew nothing of mangoes and arsonists- it is only due to the sacred mango tribe slash cabin slash kingdom slash empire slash clan that we are able to see such a deilght- mangoes and matchsticks as our pedestal, the background lobby music Taylor Swift's fearless album. All the campers work all night for their dailies, weeklies, word wars, and critiques, but little do they know that no matter how many times they try to win and beat their fellow cabins, it will all be in vain. Never will they be able to take the place of the disguised mango warriors, valiant and brave, standing in their mango forests with mango juice as their everyday meals, mango paintings on their cave walls, and mango-shaped bombs crafted by their slightly insane arsonists. Never will they feel the mad ingeniousness of the mango tribe- never will they feel the belonging.

(Unofficial) Word War w/Zy
3/4/2025
468 words

I think that May’s role in all of society and stuff is going to heavily depend on the actual history and how Asians were treated in America during that time. I’m not quite sure of what time period it takes place in, but um- I’m oging ot have to reserach that. and then give her family a solid grounding in the world during that time. And I think htat Phil’s backstory is going to be very simple? It is giong to be different in that his father is gone and not his mom- And I have no clue if I can figure out a Lola equivalent, but that’s okay- And do I give them kids or not? I do not know um- I think that the idea is cool, but also like?? I don’t know how I could make that work and with their characters? I am not sure if that is something that they would pursue?? I mean, they are like the parents of a haphazard like found family, but biologically? I feel like that’s generally not the route that I want to go with them, you know? So I am kind of like uh- Not sure on that part of turning them so similarly into the Barnums. I think that we could give them like somewhat liek foster kids? Like I’m not sure if biological kids is the way to. go, but htey would defeintely take care of kids. And I am also not sure exactly how that would be as far as also having a circus for an income, you know? So um yeah. Maybe it’s all like kid who help them with the circus? And it was kidn of hteir idea too? But also I am not quite suer on what to make for them in that role.

Okay, but moving on, I was thinking that the whole thing with Phil and Melinda meeting is that Julie is kind of like the maid for the Mays. I think that could wokr and that would give Phil and Melinda time to kind of get to know each other. Their upbringings are obviously very different and I don’t know if I would go with May having tai-chi lessons…I do think that dance would defeintely be omehting that she could pursue and that her parents would want her to ursue. I guess ti depends also on how much of canon I want her parents to be based in… I thinkthat if I have it mostly just like not based on Lian’s presenation in the show, then I could get away with some stuff… But I also am like, maybe even during that time period, Lina would be fine with giving Melinda tai-chi lessons or something? Not that I know wher Mleinda learned it from but- I

Event 1: So! You have your powers and now it's time to use them! Write at least 300 words of your spider-hero discovering and using their powers and abilities for the first time in order to unlock banners and complete the training session!

317 words
Brooklyn glanced around at the trees around her and grimaced. She never wanted to be here, but now that she was, she might as well embrace it.
Sunlight suddenly shot into her eyes, and she grimaced, her limbs feeling like noodles. She moved out of the sun and into the shade of a tree. It didn’t help much, but it helped a bit. She rubbed her hands together, noticing the natural spider silk flowing out of her wrists. She hissed and rubbed it off, annoyed that she was one of the ones that got that gross natural stuff. She smiled at her classmates, watching them with their artificial web shooters. Oh, to be able to turn off the gross ability. She attempted to shoot the webs at the tree trunk right next to her, but the globby substance did nothing for her. She tried again and again, so sure that something different would happen. But nothing did. Her head still felt so light, and her limbs felt as if they would disconnect any second.
Brooklyn moved into some more substantial shade and finally, FINALLY got her webs to harden and stick to her targets. She tugged on them, annoyed at the web's strength. She finally got it to come loose, sacrificing a chunk of wood in the process. She started working the web and tried shaping it into… something. Surprisingly, her hands knew what to do, and soon she held handcuffs, then a net, then a braided rope. She was startled but brushed past it. The protagonist energy was very, very strong.
While she made different items with ease, she looked down at her hands and noticed a slight glow. She made a face and examined her hand more closely. Just when she thought that this couldn’t have gotten weirder. She smudged the glow onto the tree next to her, and smiled. Ooh, this would be fun…

Word Wars
241 words

Prompt: The hidden Cabin of Mangoes was going to win this session of SWC.

The hidden cabin of mangoes was going to win this session of SWC.
The mangoes all gathered around the table with the cat and the bat on the mat.
“Hello,” said the cat, its black tail flicking round. “You will all win. We have a secret weapon. Gurtle.”
Gurtle stepped out from behind the black cat and the bat on the mat with the kitten, very slowly, chucking mangoes everywhere lke he just didn’t care.
“Hi. I have a secret weapon. Arson. Which is pretty good, if you ask me. Here’s the plan: we raid the other cabins of all their mangoes so that they have no more luck anymore and they will be rid of all their happiness and joy aka mangoes. Then we will definitely move up into first place and we will rule supreme! Then we will set the mangoes on fire and bomb the other cabins with our flaming mangoes, so there won’t be anyone on the leaderboard apart from us and we will be the only cabin so we will be the only winner!”
“Doesn’t that mean we’ll also be in last place though?” Asked the black cat, the bat on the mat with the kitten gazing at him in awe. “I mean, it’s a bit sad if we get rid of the other cabins and we’re the only ones, cause it takes away the point of SWC and I want the competition. I’m leaving.”
The

word wars!!

against @unicornsparkle04
He was going to the market when suddenly a big burst of fire came upon his head. He was morbidly frightened and asked the burst to please go away, but when politeness didn’t work, he was trying to swat it away. That didn’t work either, so he just decided to live with it. I can’t use that word thing where it does the little where you say a word like decided and it says well clearly you mean decided to, right? And I’m not going to use that at all. Anyway, back to the story. So he was just walking around in the market when this woman ran out from her shop and said to him ‘hey you’ve got a big burst of fire around your head, want me to put it out?” and he was embarrassed that he hadn’t thought of that already. So she grabbed a bucket of weird looking water and poured it over his head and it didn’t do anything. Which left him drenched but did nothing to put out the fire. The woman said sorry, but she was laughing inside. So the man did the only thing he could do in that situation, which was to be grumpy at the woman and spend the rest of the day sulking. About halfway through his sulking, he noticed the same burst of fire on someone else, and the other person was trying to do the same things as he did. He went up to the person
(249 words)

against @hermionevoiceactress (prompt: “is this a bad time to tell you i'm claustrophobic?”
So we were in this cave and I was feeling really scared because we were in this really tight space and the person next to me said ‘is this a bad time to tell you im claustrophobic?” and I said well maybe but im claustrophobic too so it doesn’t really matter to me. I decided to let it go because since im claustrophobic too it doesn’t really matter and so we just kind of kept going down in the cave. It went into a really nice open space and so I did a little dance because we were finally out of the stuffy, slightly closed in, slightly scary place. And so we were just chilling in the nice open space when this huge monster came out from the stalagmites or whatever they’re called. Yeah I’m probably not qualified as much as I should be but that’s okay, it’s just for fun. I decided to scream, which probably wasn’t a great idea as we would wake the monster even more if we did that. The other person screamed too so at least I wasn’t alone in my screaming. The monster heard us of course and started walking towards us, so we did the obvious thing and screamed even more. Not at the monster, of course. We were just scared that the monster would swallow us and then we’d have to spend the rest of our short lives in something’s belly. So we were understandably very scared. And we spent the rest of that time just screaming. We thought we were dead, but as it turned out the monster just wanted to get to know us. I think it thought our language was just screaming. It was wrong about that, obviously. Our language is English.
(293 words)

Elly’s Word Wars!!

➥ word war 1

word war against tokowrites!!
duration: five minutes!
words: 282
outcome: idk yet
my wpm is 10-4 less than toko’s!
prompt - the hidden cabin of mangoes was going to win this session of swc.

this is not proof read or anything so lets hope it makes sense XD i think i switched tense like 10 times

No one knew about the hidden cabin of the mangoes - no one, that is, except for Mango himself.
He had been secretly sitting next to his fruit computer (compfruiter?) in the fruit basket when a ping came up on his screen. It was for the sign ups for the 2025 March SWC! Mango really, really wanted to sign up.

But Mango couldn’t.
Why?

Because, well Mango was a Mango and had no arms and therefore could NOT fill in the form properly to be able to sign up and join.

And so, with his non existent arms, Mango and the other fruit of the fruit bowl made a separate, secret cabin.

And they were going to /win/.

I don’t know if you’ve realised, but fruit.. don’t really do anything. They just sit in their fruit bowl all day, doing nothing. So when they’re given a plan, they stick to it and work work work! They have already written 100 thousand words EACH (give me artistic license here-) because fruit don’t need to eat sleep or rest like humans, fruit just FRUIT.

It has been a long journey for the Mango cabin. Some apples have been lost due to dreadful humans. But they MUST prevail, there’s nothing else they can do to /peacefully/ avenge the apple’s death than win SWC without even being a part in it! The bananas, oranges and especially Mango himself are determined to win and so they will.

Mango eventually had to reveal himself and his cabin four days in -
But that’s okay, he only revealed himself to me. And I’m telling you this now, I’m surer about this than when Taylor Swift will release reputation TV-

( the timer went but i have to finish so- )
The Hidden Cabin of the Mangoes WILL win SWC!

➥ word war 2

against: briar
duration: three minutes
words: 183
prompt: the sun isn’t just a spicy dish to eat on birthdays
outcome: idk yet
my wpm is 1 more than brior’s!

i’m at school rn and it’s SO LOUD so idk if i can focus but i will try

The sun isn’t just a spicy dish to eat on birthdays - you can eat it on literally ANY day. Since Morrisons is now stocking sun loops, you can buy it anytime, instead of just on your birthday! I know that it’s a bit spicy to eat sometimes but there are loads of new different flavours, so don’t you worry.

As well as sun loops, there are lots of new different types made out of things from the solar system, moon loops, star loops, comet loops, earth loops (basically just strands of grass.)

Though you can eat it whenever you want, it’s still recommended to eat the sun on your birthday, so you get an upgrade magical super power!! (I can’t think of anything and the bell just went HELP)

Okay, well-
.. I haven’t been entirely clear with you.

These spicy suns are ONLY edible for humans on their birthday..

Yeah, the sun is a spicy dish for CATS. Only cats can eat this- except if it’s your birthday.
Then you’re fine and you won’t get poisoned.
Sorry that I wasn’t clear.

➥ word war 3

against: sky!!
duration: four minutes
words: 388
prompt: none
outcome: won
my wpm is 1 more than sky’s!
what i wrote doesn’t make sense, i was rushing okay lol

Dandy’s World is a game on Roblox. In Dandy’s World, you go on elevators through multiple floors. You are trying to get through as many floors as possible. There are unlimited floors. You play as a toon as your choice. To unlock more toons, you need to go to the shop and trade ichor for toons. You can get ichor when you play Dandy’s World, by extracting ichor from the machines. When you extract ichor from the machines, you’ve got to be careful because on each floor there are twisted toons. They will make you lose lives. On the floors of the floor (lol) there are little things that can help you through the game, stamina boots, etc. you need stamina boosts because you have limited stamina and so if you run away from a twisted for a long time it will run out and you will slow down.

You don’t always have to run from Twisteds. You can just hide in the shadows. There is also a RP section of Dandy’s World because each toon has lots of lore and is shipped with other toons etc. I haven’t played Dandy’s World in point blank ages but I’m writing this because why not. It probably doesn’t make any sense.

Taylor Swift is a singer who has released a lot of albums. However, she has to re-release some albums because they were stolen from her. These are called (Taylor’s version) and they are the inspiration for my username. Taylor Swift was boron on the 13th December, 1989 in the morning and I only know this because I saw a whisper and I don’t know what else to put.

I am currently reading a book called Happy Head. It’s awesome so far. The main character is called Seb and he goes to this camp called Happy Head to become.. happier. It’s focusing on


this isn’t the right one, i wrote two because my timer was being glitchy and i deleted the proper one

{Weekly #1: Worldbuilding}

Part 1:
Word count: 420/350 words
Prompt: Discuss the basic culture, customs, and social structure of your world.
The people of City-by-the-Sea are all very similar, not only physically, but also mentally and ideologically. Each and every citizen has gray eyes, gray skin, and black hair. Boys and men are required to wear their hair in a buzz cut, while girls and women are required to wear their hair in neat braids. If one hair is out of place, strict consequences will be implemented. Each member of City-by-the-Sea wears a navy jumpsuit. On each jumpsuit is embroidered the citizen’s name. Additionally, each jumpsuit holds a special tracker that cannot be removed. This tracker not only figures out where people are at any given moment, it also listens to any conversations the owner of the jumpsuit may have with others.

As for traditions, citizens of City-by-the-Sea have none. Many years ago, in order to eradicate any inequality or prejudices held by the human race. And so it began, long ago, that each member of City-by-the-Sea’s memories of the past were erased and genetics altered so that everyone looked the same.

Beliefs of Citians (for that is what the people are called) are slightly more wide-ranged. In secret, stories have survived. Some people’s memories weren’t as completely eradicated as other’s. Some say that in the forest surrounding the three sides of the city not bordered by water, faeries live. Faeries that can save the Citians from the oppressive rule of Governor Ableborn. Some believe that once, each person was given a magical gift. But nobody really knows whether these are true or just wishful thinking.

City-by-the-Sea’s social structure is very rigid. Each set of parents raises two children. At the age of 7, children are enrolled into a vigorous boarding school. The aim of the inventors of this institution is to completely rid the society of family bonds. People have no love for their spouses, no friendships. At the top of the societal structure lies the governor. Governor Ableborn rules the entire city. Floundering in tax money, Ableborn lives in comfort while the Citians starve below her. Next in the hierarchical order are the guards. The guards are positioned on every street corner, watching and waiting for somebody to express any thought at all, whether verbally or physically. Expression of thought lands you in jail, or the Hospital, as it is called by many. Guards, similar to members of the nobility, also live in relative comfort, with large houses, plenty of food, and lots of servants.

This concludes the basic structure, customs, appearance, and beliefs of the citizens of City-by-the-Sea.

Part 2:
Word Count: 0/0
Prompt: Create 3 boards showcasing the culture, important places, and biomes of your world.
Notes: I did all of the drawing-type images. Please keep in mind that I am kinda bad at art
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Part 3:
Word count: 520/500
Prompt: Write 500 words about a conflict that occurred because of technology in your world.
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Part 4:
Prompt: Write 800 words of a story introducing your world.
Word Count: 847/800 YIPEE
Notes: It's kind of repeating some of the information from the above parts of the weekly. Hope you enjoy it! And P.S. this may become a novel later on…

The Citian race is strange to many outsiders- although most of the world has never been here. The few that have have been kidnapped, and many say that they’re never seen again. If only somebody could come, someone who could save us from this world.

We need help.

As I woke up that morning, I didn’t notice anything odd. My day started off with an average breakfast: watery gruel that was probably more dirt than food and a slice of rough, dry bread. My breakfast was accentuated by the glass of lukewarm water beside my plate. It wasn’t any different from usual. I was used to eating breakfast and still having a gnawing hunger inside of my belly.

Before breakfast, of course, I woke up at 5 a.m. sharp. I was awoken by the loud yelling of our dormitory supervisor. The light from outside the window was gray, like always. The woods that surrounded three sides of the school were as dark green and brown as they always were. My navy blue jumpsuit was just as identical and drab as everyone else’s. After brushing and braiding my black hair, there was barely anything to distinguish me from the other students. The gray eyes, gray skin, black hair, and navy jumpsuits are what everyone in City-by-the-Sea wears, every day of their lives.

The one thing that really distinguishes us from each other is the silver pendant each of us wears around our neck. Emblazoned with our citizen number, with one scan of a special device, city officials can figure out who we are.

Only a few people wonder why we all look the same. And only a few of those few know why. I am one of the only people who knows why. And how do I know this? I have no idea. It all started hundreds of years ago, when City-by-the-Sea was an average, diverse city. It was happy, the people were happy, and everyone had a job, a role, and something that made them special.

Some even say that each person had a magical talent. I don’t know whether I believe that.

Then, one day, a rogue city official found out that a team of scientists had figured out how to wipe people’s memories. What they were trying to make, no one really knows. But they ended up making a terrible device.

A different team of scientists had just discovered a way to alter DNA. The device that they created was extremely important, for although we may have been a technologically advanced society, cancer hadn’t been eradicated.

When the rogue city official found out about these two devices, he hatched a plan. His plan was to completely get rid of the diversity in the town. So goodbye, unique foods, goodbye culture, goodbye happiness. He began to kidnap people as they slept, altering their DNA and erasing their memories of diversity. These original guinea pigs were the first of the Citians. By the time people found out, it was much too late. Although a rebellion was organized, they were outnumbered and lost over and over again. Eventually, every person who lived in that old city was turned into a mindless clone of each other. The gray skin and eyes, the black hair. And the rogue city official used this opportunity to basically achieve world domination. They say that that city official was the first in the long line of Ableborns. Speaking of which, the Ableborn family is basically the ruling family here. Although we apparently “elect” our officials, I’m sure that the system is rigged. Why else would the same person be elected 10 times in a row?

Anyways, enough about our history. I’ll get back to me. I, along with every other Citian child between the ages of 7 and 18, go to an elite boarding school. At 7, we pack our bags and are sent here to learn to become good citizens and followers of the government. Long story short, they’re teaching us to be obedient without question and not think for ourselves.

As I walked to breakfast that fateful morning, I looked at the blank smiles of the other girls around me. “Hi, Nova!” one of them said.

As I mentioned before, the breakfast was the same as always. Then, we went to our classes. The first of mine was World Geography. Obviously, I know that there are other countries in the world, but what they teach us here is that City-by-the-Sea is the only civilized land in the world. Everywhere else is inhabited by evil creatures who will eat you in one chomp.

City-by-the-Sea is, as you’ve probably assumed, right next to the sea. The other three sides of our city are surrounded by a thick, green forest called the Dark Woods. Adults say that they’re dangerous and that nothing good comes out of them. But if you know where to listen, you’ll find that some say that that’s where the magic comes from. And that hiding in those woods are people- or rather, creatures- who may be able to help us…