(Alfred Hitchcock and Steven Spielberg are discussing the idea of a movie that’s a combination of The Birds and Jurassic Park.)

It was a cloudy night in Hollywood. Within a dimly-lit restaurant, two men sat at a corner table, discussing an idea for a new movie. The room was was dimly lit, but the glow of the candle on the table was enough to illuminate the faces of the men that sat there.
The man on the left cast a distinctly recognizable shadow on the restaurant wall. Across from him, the man on the right gestured animatedly as he spoke.
“I’m telling you, Alfred, this is the perfect combination. The Birds was terrifying, and Jurassic Park proved dinosaurs still scare people. Why not merge the two?”
Alfred Hitchcock swirled the wine in his glass thoughtfully. “Birds are frightening because they are real, Mr. Spielberg. Dinosaurs, well…”
Steven Spielberg grins. “They were real. And scientifically, birds *are* dinosaurs. That’s the twist—everyone’s afraid of raptors, but they should be looking at the things flying above their heads.”
Hitchcock pauses, considering. He taps a finger against his glass. “Go on.”
“Picture this: A remote island. A research facility, abandoned for years. A team arrives, thinking they’re just dealing with birds—strange behavior, flocks acting aggressively. But as they investigate, they realize the truth. These aren’t just birds. They’re the next stage of evolution—raptors, re-engineered with avian traits. Faster, smarter, and airborne.”
Hitchcock leans in, intrigued. “And you wouldn’t show them right away.”
Spielberg nods eagerly. “Exactly! At first, it’s just glimpses—shadows overhead, rustling trees, claw marks in the dirt. The team dismisses it as paranoia. Until one of them looks up… and realizes the sky is empty. No birds. No sound. Just waiting.”
Hitchcock smirks, beginning to warm to the idea. “Then, suddenly—an attack. But not from above. A false expectation. One of them steps into a clearing, hears the flapping wings… and then— “
He makes a sharp motion with his hand, as if slashing across his throat. Spielberg claps his hands.
“Yes! And the survivors think they just need to hide inside. But here’s the kicker—these creatures don’t just *fly*. They *think*. They start blocking exits, herding their prey. The team realizes they’re not trapped *with* the creatures. They were *allowed* in.”
Hitchcock smiles approvingly. “Ah, psychological terror. Much better than mindless carnage. And of course, there would be a twist?”
Spielberg leans in closer. “Oh yeah. The last survivor finds an old video log. The scientists weren’t trying to control the creatures. They were trying to *communicate* with them.”
A pause. The candle flickers.
“Now *that*… is cinema.”

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side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping
when you died, a part of me died along with you.

Great lead! It instantly gets the reader hooked, wondering what has happened, who has died, and why they’re so important to the narrator.

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you smiled at me, for the last time.
“i promise it won't feel like four years,” you said, ruffling my hair. “i'll be back before you graduate.”

Perhaps to make it more clear to the reader that this is set in the past, you could put ‘it was on that day’ at the beginning of the first sentence.

i wasn't listening. i was too absorbed in playing some stupid game on my phone.
you said bye to our parents and went to board your flight. we parted ways.

I think a comma should go after parents. I also think that ‘goodbye’ instead of bye would make it flow better.
we only got the news the next day.

Something about this sounds off. Maybe it should be something like. ‘We didn’t get the news until the next day.’

the flight had been fine, but there had been a crash on the way to the apartment.
you were gone by the time we got there.

I don’t know where ‘there’ is, so maybe you should be more specific here? I also think a one sentence description of the main character’s emotions could make this more impactful. Going too much into detail would make this less powerful, since the next paragraphs talk about their feelings. But a one sentence description of something like ‘I only felt numb.’ could really make this part leave more of an impact.

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daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them

Replacing ‘daily’ with ‘every day’ would make this flow better I also think that at the beginning there should be a sentence with the word ‘thousand’ in it somewhere, since the other two sections describing the characters grief had one. Every one of those sections beginning with and ending with a variation of the same sentence would leave an impact.


where would i be now if it weren't for you? life goes on and ignores your loss. the skies are bright in spite of my despair, and the birds sing in ignorance of what happened to you. i feel as if i'm the only one who remembers, and as if i'm the only one who cares.
as if i'm stuck in my own pocket of stopped time away from the rest of the world.

I love this paragraph, it really shows the main character’s grief. It makes it very clear on how they feel disconnected from the world, on how they think the world is ignoring their loss. I do think that the last sentence is worded a little weird. I’m not a big fan of sentences starting with ‘as’, though this is a personal preference I think you could reword it to be something more similar to ‘I feel as if I’m stuck in my own pocket of time, away from the rest of the word.’ I think removing the ‘stopped’ just makes it flow better.

i'm afraid that even i'll forget and go back to how things used to be. but i refuse to let myself slip back into normalcy. i refuse to because then i would be forgetting a part of myself.

A comma should go after ‘refuse to’. I also think after forget there should be ‘what happened to you’ because the repetition could make more of an impact.

so now all i do is sit on the roof and hang my legs over the edge, singing lullabies for the brokenhearted.

A comma should go after roof.

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we were playing monopoly at our cousins' house, a few years before the incident happened.

‘Incident’ feels like a bit of a weird word to use here. Perhaps ‘accident’ would work better?

as always, you had the most money and i was losing. our cousins were somewhere in between.
“why can’t i take a loan?” i whined.
“because you’ll never pay it back!” our cousins told me.
when they weren’t looking, though, you passed me a one hundred bill.
we shared sneaky smiles like the partners in crime that we were.
someone asked: “hey, where did that extra one hundred bill come from?”
“what are you talking about? it’s been there the entire game!”
“right…”
i enjoyed that day.

I like this memory, it gives us more context on the relationship the main character had with their brother and how they cherish those memories they have. Great job here!

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thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever
it's not fair that others can go on as they always have obliviously.
it's not fair that they can tell me that i've been stuck up on this for too long and that i should let go.
it's not fair that happiness still exists, when ours is gone.

Again, I love the description here! It shows the main character’s envy and their grief.

do you know what the worst part is, though?
when i forget you. when i forget you and it seems like i've moved on like everyone else.
when it seems like i've moved on, and then i remember, and then i think about letting go.
i'm not ready to let go, or so i tell myself.
should i?
or should i keep on singing to myself lullabies of the brokenhearted?

I love how this shows the beginning of the character’s change in perspective, I also like how it said the same sentence again.

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when we were little, we would play with toys.
i would wake you at six in the morning, not discriminating between school days and weekends, and we would have fun for hours.
you’d complain about having to entertain me with such childish games at your age, but i know that you secretly enjoyed it, too.
our childhoods were built on reenactments of the jungle book and the stuffie kingdom.
you didn’t play with me anymore after you decided that you were finally too old for it, and i didn’t ask, either.
i still cherish the memories we made, though.

The memory is cute, though I think that the memory should help with the main character’s change in perspective. In the section after this, the main character moves on. However, this change feels too abrupt, it feels like it just…happened. So, I think this memory could help ease it in somehow.

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thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey

it's okay now,
to let go.

The entire time, the main character is talking to their brother. However, here it seems like they’re telling their brother to let go, which doesn’t make sense. So, I think something like “it’s okay now, for me to let go.” would make more sense.

our journey is over. this is what you would have wanted me to do.
letting go doesn't mean forgetting.
no longer will i sing lullabies of the brokenhearted.

This, it’s such a powerful ending. Repeating what was said earlier truly shows the main character’s change in perspective.

This is an amazing piece, I love how it shows the shift in perspective the main character has, and how they learn to let go. It’s truly a powerful piece that made me feel all kinds of emotions.

My main critique is just how you should try to ease in the change in perspective more, since it went from refusing to let go, to questioning if they should let go, to letting go. I think adding another section after the second one where they just let go for a bit before going back to not letting go could ease it in.

Another thing I noticed was a lack of metaphors and similes. I think in a piece like this, similes and metaphors could really get the feelings of the main character across, and help the reader understand it better with a comparison to something the reader is familiar with.

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✎ daily #17
620 words

my simile - His heart was like gold: really expensive and not very good at actually pumping blood. (by @imaginary-dagger !!)

The air is silent as I sit by the pool, and for a moment I can almost forget about everything. Here, I can pretend this could be a resort and not a mansion I’m supposed to call home–and certainly not with the dreaded company I’m supposed to live with until my 18th birthday.

His heart was like gold: really expensive and not very good at actually pumping blood. But that’s the kind you get when you’re a raving maniac who insists on his son calling him “Father” instead of any other less-dreadful name.

I’ve stopped trying to appease him by now, it was too much to try and fall into his elaborate schemes. So, today, my hair is beached blond and loose and I push down my sunglasses as he walks towards me, probably scowling but obscured in the darkened light.

“You want something?” I yell, stretching out on the lounge chair, my fingers closing around my glass just in case I have the urge to splash him.

He crooks a finger at me and I just sigh. Not again with the publicity. He wanted me to be a celebrity or something with all these things I was “supposed” to be doing, but they all ended up with me smiling for the camera like a golden boy. As if.

Slowly, I stretch and stand up, not bothering to grab my towel or even take my sunglasses off of my head as I push them up. “What now?”

My father grinned crookedly. “Charity gala. Tonight. Xavier wants to go with you.”

I hold back a groan. Xavier Hathaway, a CEO’s son who’s dad is conveniently having a business merger with my own–and an absolute jock. He’s got no substance to him, from the brief exchanges we’ve had at dinner parties, and I doubt he can clean up well. “Come on, I don’t even like that guy–”

“Shut. Get dressed or you’re not dating anymore.”

Dutifully, I close my mouth but bite my tongue. Wow, such freedom, as if I could even k!ss who I wanted when he was around (and in no way was that Xavier). But what had I expected when I came out to my straight-laced father.

When I reach my room on the third floor, I grab a random black suit that I’ve probably worn a thousand times before and throw it on. Avoiding the mirror, I smooth down my hair in a now-familiar practice. Then I go downstairs, hoping that only the limo is what’s waiting for me.

But no such luck. Xavier stands at the foot of the stairs, smiling as if there’s something amusing. As soon as my feet hit the floor, he hooks his arm into mine and I force back a flinch.

“Seth,” he says, voice drawling into his awful accent which I swear must be fake. “Looking good, as always.”

My mouth suddenly tastes bitter. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

So we do. And as we step into the car, I lean back into my seat, wanting to disappear.

How long could it go on, the “life” with no true enjoyment and alongside a boy who only wants to make use of my money? How long would it take before the lifelong itch in my skin was finally scratched, when closeness was no longer stifling? And, then, would I feel alright to be finally alone?

Xavier tugs on my sleeve. “We’re here.”

And the door is opened, and then my smile is again plastered on, the one I wear to please them, those with the golden hearts who don’t recognize any of my falsities. I smile, and I can almost pretend I am one of them–just as vapid and uncaring, and almost alive.

my main thread

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◪ Critique 4
Wordcount: 308
Person critiqued: Squidy-IceCream
Their work: Flower Daily
Cabin: Bi-Fi

As they ambled past, the girl dropped her petals and watched them drift to the ground, and observed them slowly become a darker shade when the raindrops landed on them.

Ooh I love this sentence! For the first five years of my life, I grew up in my home country where there was a lot of rain. The monsoon season was heavenly and there were loads of puddles. The smell of the earth was almost everywhere. Now I live in the middle east, where there is barely a drizzle. I guess I really love writing pieces with the mention of rain or water because it sends me back to when I was a small kid sitting under trees and watching the rain pour down <3

The girl liked canvases; she liked their texture and how they looked and how they smelled, and she had licked one once but she didn't like how they tasted.

I just want to mention how I genuinely laughed out of shock when I read this sentence- because I did that once when I was a kid too :sob: I think my mother caught me and that's why I'm not allowed anywhere NEAR canvases anymore. I do agree with the girl in your story. They didn't taste as appetizing as I thought they would.

The girl had just turned the corner and was almost back home when she stopped. In front of her, wandering down the same sidewalk, was the taller girl who'd been under the big umbrella. They both gasped, and then looked at the ground and walked around each other, and each went on their separate way.

Maybe it's just me who found this sentence a bit confusing, but the mention of another girl out of the blue kind of confused me for a second. I had to re-read this paragraph multiple times to understand what was happening. I would love it if your sentences were a bit shorter. I noticed you use commas to separate your sentences multiple times (just like me!) and we often write like how we're speaking out loud without a stop. But reading is different from speaking and we should create more pauses between the sentences so the reader has time to take it in. Often people don't just read words, but read whole sentences before fully comprehending them.

Overall I really loved this piece! It captures the different flowers you had to work with during this daily and I love the different hidden meanings in each sentence! Well done <3

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◪ Word War 7
Wordcount: 362
Person warred: Duckily_the_Great
Win/Loss: Win
Prompt used: Yes, “Do you… really want to touch that?”
Time: 5 minutes
Cabin: Bi-Fi

“Do you… really want to touch that?”

Fred looked up sourly. Why was his best friend always so careful instead of just letting loose? He had taken him to a haunted house for a reason, and all that Teddy was doing was shying away from every single creak.
“Yes I want to touch that,” he glared at him. “It's just a book. It's not going to curse us.”
“It might! Teddy protested weakly. Fred had no idea how Teddy was always so scared- he was about six foot tall with hands the size triple the size of his. Fred was barely five foot seven, but he was way better at dealing with scares than Teddy.
”Teddy, come on,“ Fred groaned. ”It's a book. It has pages. It has ink. Are you afraid the haunted house is going to eat us because we used wood to make it?“
”I don't know Fred,“ Teddy said with a scared expression on his face. ”I don't like this place. It feels really weird to me.“
”every place feels weird to you,“ Fred argued back. ”Learn to have fun! It's Halloween. You didn't even want to go trick or treating! What kid doesn't want to go trick or treating?“
”You know I'm allergic to chocolate,“ Teddy protested weakly. ”Im not sure anybody on this block gives out white chocolate. It's always m n ms or something like snickers and KitKat.“
”Okay, so you're allergic to chocolate,“ Fred gave him the win. ”BUT It's still Halloween! You can't just stay at home the entire day! We have to let the spirit live on.“
”Spririt?“ Teddy's face paled and Fred groaned.
”No, not a ghost spirit you baffoon,“ Fred shot him a glare. ”Spirit as in the spirit of Halloween. How do you expect to celebrate Halloween without a bit of a scare?“
”Like I do every year,“ Teddy muttered to himself sullenly as Fred ignored the book and walked towards the entire bookshelf instead.
”What do you bet that there's a secret lever here?" He asked Teddy and he simply shrugged. He did this sometimes- whenever he was forced to do something he didn't want to do he

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◪ Noͦ 16
Wordcount: 564/550
Topic: Interview
Points earned: 350
Cabin: Bi-Fi

Interviewer: welcome Gary!

Gary: Hello, hello. Thank you so much for having me! I'm super honored to be here.

Interviewer: It's our pleasure. We have a few questions for you to answer. If you ever feel uncomfortable with any of them, please feel free to tell us! We don't want to force you to answer something you don't want to.

Gary: Thank you for your consideration! I'll let you know for sure.

Interviewer: Alright, let's move on to our first question. Why don't you introduce yourself to all our viewers watching this stream?

Gary: Of course! Hello everyone, I'm Gary, the mascot for one of the twelve cabins in Scratch Writing Cabin. The cabin I belong to is Bizzaro Fiction. As you can see, I have the head of an elephant, the body of a kangaroo, and the limbs of a monkey. I also have a tail that resembles a lion's. I may look odd, but I am a creation of all my cabin member's imaginations combined! You could say that I am their unified resolve.

Interviewer: A suitable mascot for Bizzaro Fiction! Our next question- Is it ever hard to be a celebrity mascot when you have so much competition? There are eleven more cabins after all, and you're the newest one. You haven't gained a lot of popularity yet. Would you say this affects your performance to cheer on Bizzaro Fiction?

Gary: I knew something like this would come up! The answer is, no, it does not affect my capacity to cheer on my cabin. I may be the newest mascot, but it doesn't mean that I'm not as good at my job as the other cabin mascots. It doesn't matter whether my cabin is first, second, third, or even last- I'll cheer them on to the best of my abilities! That is, after all, a mascot's job.

Interviewer: How admirable! I really look up to your courage and dedication! This one may be a bit controversial- is it ever hard to go out in public with your out of the ordinary features? Do you ever feel embarrassed or self conscious?

Gary: Of course not! I am very proud of the way I look. Every cabin member imagined how they wanted their mascot to look, and I am a mixture of everybody's wishes and dreams. I'll let you in on an exclusive secret- if a cabin member ever changes their mind, I'll change too! The cabin member who wanted my head to be an elephant could wish for it a deer, and it would happen in an instant! I only exist because of their love for me.

Interviewer: Thank you for that special information! I'm sure you find your appearance dear to you. Here's our last question, thanks for your time! What is the one thing you always do to cheer up your cabin whenever they are feeling burnt out or stressed?

Gary: This is definitely my favorite one so far! Whenever my dear Bizzaro Fiction feels down, my appearance always changes because of their thoughts. I don't even have to do much- because I'm constantly changing and switching so fast, it automatically makes other people laugh. All I have to do is make a few funny sounds in the middle and they immediately cheer up!

Interviewer: One day, I hope to see that for myself. That's the end of our interview!

week 2 - breaking rules - 18/3/25

Part 1:
519 words
I waddled through rough and edgy surfaces, with the dark waving at me.
A tinge of red lightened up the world surrounded around me and I paused.
What was it that I saw?
Red light flickered. Red light stopped flashing.
I pushed the small circle. Red light blinked, and stayed there.
Rubbing my eyes, I felt that the world turned blurry and pixels formed.
“Help!!!!!!!” I screeched with all my might.
My voice died down and a heave of sigh came out from my mouth.
Feeling lifeless, my hands drooped to the ground.
“Uhmph.” I heard that loud and clear.
I adjusted the red lights.
“Blood………” This word swarmed around in my head.
The sight of it was simply horrifying.
Looking forward, I knew I had to go ahead and reach the endpoint.
If I didn't, it'll be like I'm hanged alive and left there to rot.
So, my willpower supercharged me and with my bloody limbs, steps were taken one by one.
Red light was cheering, and it was what kept me moving.
“1,2,1,2…” I chanted breathlessly.
Then white flashed across me.
“I made it out!” I cried of relief.
Tears streamed down my pale cheeks, and I embraced myself with a cuddle.
“You made it out. “ Whispering to myself, I stared at my blood stained hands.
“Now get some help.” A voice ranged in my head.
Sure. Let me congratulate myself for passing this first.
Isn't it great?
Survival is more important.
Unless you'd rather perish.

I woke up.
I realised that was just a dream.
I kind of want to be in the dream though.
I want to go through that.
Because I think it's interesting.
I went over to my desk and sat down.
I switched on my computer.
It loaded.
I clicked Google Chrome and searched ‘games that are scary’.
It just showed tones of video games.
I don't want video games.
I want real life ones.
So I searched for real life games that are scary.
They look fun.
I want to try them.
So, I got up and left the house.
I walked towards my best friend's house.
I knocked on the door and she let me in.
Then I asked her if she want to play real life games that are scary with me.
My friend was very daring.
She agreed!
I smiled and dragged her towards the toilet of my house.
I picked up a candle from the bathroom too.
She nodded.
I closed the lights and told her to wait for me outside.
Then, I looked into the mirror, with the candle lighted up and on the bathroom table top.
I saw her!
I covered my mouth.
I'm so happy!
I exited the bathroom and told my friend to go in and do the same thing.
Minutes later, she came out and gave a thumbs up.
She agreed that she saw her too.
I told her I enjoyed this game.
She said the same.
I told her that I had to go for tuition now, so I said goodbye to her.
It was an interesting day.

Part 2:
268 words
“You know ah, our English is not very good one right. Not everyone is bad lah, of course, but we usually speak Singlish.” I chatted with my friend about my country's “special” language - Singlish.
“Hah- Huh? What you talking about! Our English exam so hard one, everytime I see the paper I want to faint! ” My friend retorted.
“Yes, but I mean when we are having casual conversations…” I sighed loudly.
“Let me just test you on grammar.” I suggested.
“Test you on grammar? Not test you on your grammar? Your English also not very good what!” My friend corrected me, slapping me on my shoulders.
“Okay, okay, whatever. Anyways, I found this book about Singlish.” I took out a small handbook from my pocket.
“For example, open the lights. It's turn off the lights what!” I cried out loud.
“Yeah true, valid. I always say that.”
“Then, there's Can or not? Isn't it is this okay or something?” I stated another one.
“Can or not easier to say…. “
“Oh, oh, and then there's Going to rain already. You always say that, I know. “
“You also what! “
“Last one. You know how to spell perseverance?”
“P-e-r-s-e-r-v-i-e-r-a-n-c-e?”
“No…p-e-r-s-e-v-e-r-a-n-c-e”
“My English is not good. “
“Okay, I think that's enough examples. Let's hope that even though Singlish is such a weird form of English, it'll be preserved. Our culture, you know.
“I agree. “ My friend gave a thumbs up.
“Now let's go makan.” I kept the book.
“Eat, not makan.” My friend laughed out loud.
“Okay,okay.” I snickered at myself speaking Singlish.
It's super normal for me though. I like!

FYI : we actually speak Singlish in my country. anyways, I'm writing this for the task, not directed towards anyone or thing at all.

Part 3:
327 words

• emotion used : happiness!

Waking up today felt like the best thing that ever happened to me.
Emotions bubbled like fizzy juice in me.
Boring, tiring, hectic chores like folding blankets and doing laundry suddenly became easy, fun, an energy booster to kick start the day.
Tunes were hummed by me while I folded, kept, organised, repeated the process.
“La la la la la la la laaaaaa” I sang, skipping, dancing, performing my made up tune.
Ending the performance off, I cracked a wide grin and twirled like a ballerina, ending off with a 90 degree bow.
Laughters, squeals, rhythmic beats erupted into the air all at once.
My next stop was the toilet. I washed, brushed, cleaned, dressed myself with dreamy, joyful, enthusiastic, motivating thoughts filling my brain.
“Today’s the best day for a walk!” I thought.
Keys, wallet, phone, sunglasses were grabbed by my fast hand and the door opened, welcoming to the world outside my cozy apartment.

“Let’s go!” I punched the air.

The trees were filled with small, big, oddly shaped, jagged, smooth leaves with different shades of the beautiful green colour.
“What a beautiful sight!” I squealed with joy, skipping on the park pathway.
People stared, looked, side-eyed, glanced like me like I was a lunatic but did I care? No!
Nothing, absolutely nothing was going to break my wonderful mood today.

Flowers bloomed, coloured, waved at me. Stepping closer to them, a scent of honey flowing into my nostrils. Immediately, I felt as if I was a bee flying, hunting, finding honey and then I smelt, felt, enjoyed the smell and dived into get some. My eyes widened with excitement and I broke into a smile.

The skies were blue today. I felt as if I were flying, dreaming, sitting, playing in the skies.
The clouds are low too. I could just hop on to them and ride, balance, travel on them.
Then, I would jump into lalaland and stay, stop, explore, continue my journey.

Part 4:
486 words
“Yo. What are we gonna do today?” I asked my bestie, Jane, who was staring at her phone.
“Uh… I don’t know, play a game or something?” She replied in a monotone voice.
“Nah, not another video game. Do you not know how to do anything else?” I criticised her.

Just right when I finished that sentence, she walked off.
All I saw was her slim body figure disappearing into the distance.

“What! She just left me like this. I meant it as a joke, oh my gosh.” I rolled my eyes.
Wanting to apologise to her, I dashed in the direction where she went - North-West.
Being on the track team really helped in this.

“Jane, it’s a joke, oh my gosh!” I explained.
“You know what, that’s a joke I played on you too. HAHAHAHA!” She poked me.
“Hey! Okay, friends?” I held out a hand.
“Yeah!” She held out her hand and we did our friendship shake.

“Anyways, seriously, what should we do?” I continued on.
“Uh-” “Hide and seek?” I suggested to her. “Oh, okay.” She answered.
“You do the counting down. I’ll go hide. 30 seconds, okay? From opposite of Willwood lane to the tree just in front of the community club is the boundary.” Running to a hiding spot, I shouted at her to count down.
“30, 29, 28, 27, 26, 25…” Jane counted down, sounding just like a robot.
“1!” She announced, leaping towards the South direction.
I observed her figure skipping down the pathway that lead to our community club.
She seriously thought I went so far?

“Haha, can’t find me, can she?” I snickered, feeling proud of myself.
5 minutes have passed. Thank goodness she hasn’t found me.
To pass time, I played with my fingers.
10 minutes have passed. Surely she isn’t that bad at this game? It’s just hide and seek…
I scratched my head.
15 minutes have passed.
Okay, it’s getting ridiculous, isn’t it.
20 minutes have passed!
What! Plus, it’s so hot here.
25 minutes.
I can’t stand it anymore, it’s so hot here…

Crawling out of my hiding spot behind the abandoned ice cream truck, I glanced at my surroundings.

“Jane-” I called out but stopped.
My voice faded to nothing.
And if you are wondering what made my voice faded.
I saw something I’d never believe.
Jane Cecilia Brown was hanging out with the mean girls from my school.
She took it too far, didn’t she?
I thought she was a lonely girl who didn’t had friends.
I befriended her.
I became best friends with her.
At least that’s what I thought.
I was wrong.
From the day I befriended her, I found her really friendly and amiable and out-going.
People were really friendly to her too.

I was wrong all this time.
I’m the outcast with no friends.
She’s the popular girl with her gang and her so-called best friend, me.

sorry for the really rushed work!

Daily 18/03/25

BookHuggers2022 , metaphor
*snaps fingers to conjure chaos*

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One day, a 20-year-old young man went for a walk in the city center. He saw a worker arguing with a pedestrian, telling him that he wasn’t allowed to walk there, under the threat of a $100 fine. He then remembered reading a book where it said snaps fingers to conjure chaos — he had read it, and often thought how cool it would be to cause chaos between people like that at his will. So, he looked for any way to make his dream of spreading chaos come true, because, between us, he loved watching people argue, he took pleasure in watching them fight. For a year, three months, and twenty-nine days, he tried snapping his fingers to create chaos. Then came the day when he tried to do it between his parents, and by a miracle, when they talked to each other, they began to argue. Later, the media started talking about him for his evil power, but not at all in the way some might have expected. Some thought it was his opportunity to dominate the world if he managed his power well, but others thought he should be eliminated because he was the chosen one of evil, the person who would destroy them by spreading chaos everywhere on all the regions of the planet.

A year later, the Earth remained the same, no one had taken control, and it greatly intrigued people because they thought he was hiding to strike hard at a later time, while others believed he had just disappeared, and still others thought he was simply dead. But in reality, he was just dead (yes, I know some of you guessed it, but it wasn’t that hard). He realized that he would eventually want to conquer the Earth to fulfill his evil and dark ambitions, and so, he threw himself off a cliff to end his life.
Later, several people will search for his remains, but no one will find them. Many doubt that he is truly dead, as he was already infected by the evil that was consuming him from within. In fact, he hid in another cave far from the city where he lives to protect his town, but who knows if the evil will suddenly resurface within him, forcing him to control the world.
.He will return nonetheless to control the world 100 years later, where he will exterminate them all to the last, and he will have a secret ally who will help him in his wrongdoings.
(419 words )

Daily 18
494 words

I collapsed onto the armchair, yawning. My eyes were rubbed red and sore and my skin was so pale it almost looked translucent. Translation - I looked like a zombie.

“Hey!”
I glanced up to find my best friend, Zach, staring at me with a concerned expression on his face. “You OK?”
I nodded enthusiastically and tried to force some brightness into my voice. “Yeah, I’m doing great! How are you?”
I cringed at how fake it sounded. So did Zach.
“Look, if you need to talk about something, Will, then… talk about it. I can tell you’re not OK. There’s no point lying, I can see.” He gestured at me.
I shrugged. “Meh, I guess work’s been a bit overload. Right now I need someone to play this new video game with me. It’s called ZombieLand. Sounds like *bleep bleep* but I need something to play that isn’t Minecraft.”
Zack bit his lip.
“You need to sleep.” He pointed out. “Playing games won’t help you much with that.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I know. What about… 1 hour of ZombieLand for 10 hours sleep?” I asked hopefully.
“Deal.”


My hands gripped the controller like it was my last anchor to the world. I was completely absorbed in the game, controlling my own army to go this way and hat, sending spies to Zach’s camp, occasionally raiding or attacking them. This was *bleeping* fun. I moved my player closer behind Zach, where he couldn’t see me, and I couldn’t see myself, hoped for the best and pressed ‘strike.’

Zack groaned. “Are you actually kidding me? Not again.”
I pounded the air in triumph. “Will reigns supreme once more!”
Zack raised an eyebrow. “Will goes to sleep once more.”
I stuck out my tongue at him. Whatever. I picked up my controller and gave him a lopsided smile.
“Another game?” I pleaded, making my eyes go round and beseeching. He had to give in.
He stared at me skeptically.
“Go to bed.” He ordered sternly.
“Please?” I begged.
He shook his head firmly. “No way. Come on!”


He shoved me up the stairs, sighing dramatically.
“Honestly! Children these days!” He complained.
I tutted from in front of him. He elbowed me onto my bed. I sank into the pillows and duvet. This was the life. I held out a hand.
“My coffee, sir. Make it milky.And a few digestives.” I told him primly.
His lips split into a smile like a bursting bag with a broken zipper.
“Just sleep!”
I nodded. “Fine.”
As soon as the doors closed, I was enveloped in darkness.

I blinked my eyelids open, pale sunlight filtering in through the windows.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty. Or should I say Sleeping Ugly?”
I glanced up to see Zach grinning down at me. That broken zipper smile. It glowed like the golden rays that lit up my room. It was beautiful.
“What you staring at me for?” He demanded indignantly.
“Nothing!”

Daily 18:

Hurry up! What are you waiting for! Go to the comments and post the worst simile you can think of! Sorry, I was going as fast as a turtle. I didn't mean to rush you. Today, you will be posting some of the absolute worst similes ever. Once you have chosen a simile, you will use it to create your own story. This story must be a minimum of 400 words in order to earn 300 points for your cabin and if you post your masterpiece, you will receive an extra 100 points! I'm just as excited as a kid watching explosions five miles away from their house to see what you come up with! (that was a bad one)

Simile was ‘the dog’s bark was more like the kind that existed on trees’, given by @-vanillamochabear-

The dog had this very large chunk of wood, that it carried everywhere it went. The dog didn’t not bark, instead, it held this large chunk of bark everywhere it went. Which sometimes wasn’t great, since sometimes the dog would get stuck because it was holding such a large chunk of bark, and so the dog’s family had to build a bigger door. No one knew why the dog loved this piece of bark so much, it was very strange. Nor did anyone remember when the dog got this big chunk of bark, or how old this piece of bark was. It was very strange. The dog had had the piece of bark since the dog was puppy. Strangely, the dog’s bark had seemed to grow with the dog, since the bark had been seemly the same size as when the dog was a puppy, expect it was bigger now. It seemed to grow with the dog, like how a dog’s ears grow with it. The dog was also never seen without the chunk of bark, which made eating a bit inconvenient. The dog still did normal dog things. Like digging, and playing fetch. While holding the piece of bark. It was very strange. The dog never made noise, and if you tried to take it away, the dog didn’t growl, it just held on, and didn’t let go. It seemed impossible to take it away. It seemed like the bark was a part of the dog. Maybe the dog was a magic dog, and had magic tree powers! But who knows? Maybe only the dog knows, or maybe no one knows. Or maybe someone knows. Maybe YOU know. Do you? Do you know why the dog carries this large chunk of bark? Maybe it’s actually a tree. But probably not. Maybe the dog just really likes bark. Like, this particular chunk of bark. Maybe it’s all our imagine, and the dog isn’t really real. That seems unlikely, but who knows? Maybe the dog is just a normal dog. Maybe the dog is really an evil super villain who is taking over the world. And maybe… just maybe… maybe I am the dog, and your just realizing it now! No, I’m not. Hehehe. Anyways, I’m just the dog’s owner, and the dog is hungry, so I must feed her now. She doesn’t bark when she’s hungry, she just stares at me. With her eyes. It’s a little creepy. Now I must feed her. Goodbye!

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the man I’d kidnapped looked as happy to be here as someone who had been brought here against their will - imaginary-dagger
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“Hey, what was the plan again?” I called to Marie.
“If you wanna talk, come over here,” she called back, “instead of shouting across the hideout about it.”
“But you told me to keep an eye on the guy!”
“Fine! One minute!”
The man I’d kidnapped looked as happy to be here as someone who’d been brought here against their will. I’d had to gag him so he’d be quiet, and not scream for help or complain that he didn’t want us to do this.
Marie walked over.
“So, about the plan,” I said. “You said we’re not just holding him for ransom, but what are we doing?”
“We shouldn’t discuss this in front of our prisoner.”
“But you told me to stay here near him. So how are you gonna tell me?”
“I won’t.”
“But—”
“I mean, I’ll explain later. Don’t worry about it.”
“The guy’s tied up. It’s not like he’s gonna escape.”
She scowled. “Just do what you’re told. I have to go get some supplies. Stay here.”
“Oh, come on.”
She left.
“Well, buddy, guess it’s just you and me,” I said to our captive.
“Mmphfmfff-ffm.”
“I know, it’s boring just sitting here. No wifi in this place, either.” I should’ve downloaded some games on my phone to play, but I hadn’t planned ahead enough.
“Mmmph.”
“I guess we could play, like, tic-tac-toe.” I pulled a notepad and pen out of my pocket, and drew a grid on it. “I’ll go first.”
I drew an X in the top corner of the grid, then tried to give him the notepad. Only his hands were pinned to his sides and tied to a post, so he couldn’t actually take it. He looked from the notepad to me, annoyed.
“Right. Hmm.” I frowned. “This might not work.” Oh well. “Got any better ideas?”
“Mmmffm-fff.”
“What was that? Oh, fine.” I un-gagged him.
He let out a sigh of relief. “I said, why don’t you untie me so I can play tic-tac-toe?”
I chuckled. “Nice try. But no, if I do that you’ll just try to escape. And we can’t have that.”
He sighed.
“What about a game of word association?” I suggested. “I say a word, then you say the first word that makes you think of. I’ll start us off: taco.”
“Let me go.”
“Nuh-uh, you’re supposed to just say one word.”
He glared at me.
“Oh, cheer up. It could be worse. I mean, you could be dead. Or in a warehouse that smells worse than this one.”

⋆ daily march 18th: bad similes! thank u @.lilyjen

it hadn’t rained in over two decades. i still remember the days then, back when i was a mere teen - no one really noticed the absence of water until it became glaringly obvious. in fact, no one quite remembers the final time blessed droplets had fallen. “the last rain”, somewhat of an abstract concept, went as unnoticed as any other storm. insignificant, produced no striking tornadoes, didn’t cause any sorts of flooding. it may have even been a soft drizzle, like gentle goodbyes of a husband off to war. there is a whole generation alive which has no experience whatsoever hearing the pitters and rushing of waters pouring from above. some children claim it to be a myth (which i know breaks all of our hearts).
it only went downhill from there. one dry month turned into two, then three, and so forth if one is familiar with the concept of counting. fire watches sprung up all around the world and that was around where the panic began, for not a cloud was present in the entire atmosphere of the planet. then the fires really started, which only sped up the already dying plants. trees burnt to ash and eventually became extinct. many died from the heat and dryness before a breathing device could be invented.
i glance out the window of my house now, knowing i could be incinerated if i didn’t put on my suit. the neighborhood is but a sprawling landscape of drying cracked clay. the wildfires have mostly stopped by this point since there is nothing left to burn. drinking water is scarce and we have to travel far to find the slightest remnants of an ocean.
i sighed, thinking back to the good days. the days when there was a life outside. one day i would grow old, possibly be the last to ever know of “rain”, then die and there would be nothing left to hold back the conspiracies of the younger generation. rainfall would truly become a myth and earth would forever be barren.
“mom?” a soft voice called, and i turned to face my daughter. “what… what’s going on outside?”
“what do you mean?”
she points off into the striking weezer-blue sky. “those gray, cottony things. why are they there?”
i squinted, and once i found what she was referencing i felt like someone had picked me up and thrown me like a football (but of course, no one plays football like back then anymore). “oh my stars,” i exclaimed breathlessly. “golly gracious. darling, go turn on the news.”
unsurprisingly, the one cloud is the focus of the entire internet. gray and lonesome, gathering by the day.

by the fourth day and the cloud has expanded enough to cover half the country, rain falls. gentle and trickling. i open the window and reach out, tears streaming down my face.
the water was as wet as water.

daily 400 words cold as fire

Pale blue light bathed her features, igniting her eyes with strange colors. He looked away, determined not to be the first to speak.
“It’s been so long,” her voice sighed, moaning like trees creaking in the wind. He felt something rough against his cheek - her fingertips trailing his jawline.
Other than the tic at the corner of his mouth, he remained still and silent, refusing to meet her gaze.
She ran a finger down his nose, leaning closer. “You’re still as cold as fire when you get in this mood,” she hummed.
“Ice. Cold as ice,” he corrected.
A sharp smile sent shivers down his spine. “Ice, fire, does it really matter? Both are deadly.”
“I suppose,” the man said.
Leaves rustled as she stood. “I was so lonely when you left. Our little son has no father now. Did you expect me to raise him by myself?”
“I don’t know what I expected,” he said bitterly.
She turned. “Oh, yes you do. You expected the most beautiful of all. Would you give the apple to her, if you held it in your hand?”
“You’re just mad that I didn’t give it to you,” the man spat, his fury flaring.
“Ah, ah, dear. You’re not supposed to be the angry one here. I’m the one you left. For another woman in another country. You broke your promise. I gave everything to you, and you swallowed it all and gave nothing back. I opened my hands to you and you stabbed me in the back. I LOWERED MYSELF TO LOVE A MORTAL MAN, AND LOOK WHAT I GOT.”
Her hair writhed as she spoke, and her eyes flashed. The ground shook with her fury, and sweat broke out on the man’s forehead.
“Just leave me alone,” he said sullenly. “What’s past is past. I can’t fix anything now, and I don’t know why you keep tossing it back up to me. I made some bad decisions. So? I came back. And now you’re treating me like this.”
“Do I not have any rights, then? No right to be angry? No right to reprove you? No right to show you what I suffered during all those long, lonely nights? You are despicable.”
“I thought you loved me,” the man countered.
“Loved is in the past tense, darling. As in, passed. Gone. Deceased. It died when you left me all those years ago.”

Daily 18: Bad Similes
word count - 423 words

The skies were gray and you could hear the thunder falter in the background. Despite all this chaos, today was truthfully a pretty normal day. Before the conditions became this harsh, I had managed to take a short walk in the fields - the water was as wet as water. It was incredible to see all this natural life simply just thrive in their ecosystems. It wasn't until that moment that I realized how interconnected everything is.

I know there was a right word for it; either starting with a b or an e. I'm one hundred percent sure that we had the chance to learn about it- or right! Biodiversity. Just like how the dinosaurs roamed this planet many moons ago, our entire world has evolved over time and I find it super fascinating to study. Maybe that's just a me thing though since I haven't found someone with the same interest quite yet. But trust me, I'm sure someone is out there, far out there.. and maybe, we could become friends.

That's something I had hoped for. I was what you would call a wallflower; just observing from the sidelines because it is definitely safer that way. Don't get me wrong, while some might start arguing the “detrimental effects” of being isolated or even bringing up certain studies as proof, I'm doing fine. If anything, I'm doing better than ok. My friends (more like my mom because who would ever want to be friends with me) always said I was cognizant - I noticed things that most probably wouldn't have taken note of.

Although it might be considered a gift, it tends to put me in a trick situation at times. I sometimes end up simply holding back or confessing something secret due the idea of breaking under the pressure one day. I hate it when I feel like the whole worlds rests on my shoulders because no one should ever have to shoulder that burden.

Through challenges we go and from ashes we rise. I understand that life is about failure and getting back up again despite the hardships. But you must also know that it is always easier said than done. I know I will never stop trying - just like the water, I willn continue to go with the flow and go wherever life takes me. I'm in for a journey. Trust me, I'm very well aware of that. Yet I'm still here standing tall and proud, ready to face it head on.

(I used “her throat was as sore as a goose who lost the competition” by @starunicorn_5.)

Her throat was as sore as a goose who lost the competition. The competition of “who doesn't end up pushed down someone's throat,” to be specific.
There was a goose shoved down her throat, and neither the goose or the throat were very happy about it. All in all, both of them could definitely be having a better day.
She could feel the goose's webbed feet slap against the inside of her neck, an altogether unsettling sensation. Its feathers rubbed against her tonsils, and that wasn't much better. Every now and then, there was a sharp peck of the goose's beak, which hurt the most.
She couldn't even say her voice was hoarse, because it wasn't a horse, it was a goose. Also, it's kind of difficult to speak at all when your esophagus is full of feathers. The goose's honks echoed out from time to time, though. The poor creature was probably not sure how to get out of the situation.
Maybe they were stuck, even though getting stuck is really only for ducks. I don't know what else you might have heard, but getting stuck in the muck is simply the luck of a duck, even though it does suck. Geese, on the other hand- er- wing, rarely experience such misfortune.
Why had this competition taken place, anyhow? She couldn't remember agreeing to it, and neither could the goose. She supposed she was glad that the goose had lost instead of the pig or the shark, as those animals would have been even worse to have crammed down her neck. Still, she couldn't help but feel that there must have been a better way to accomplish whatever it was that was being competed over.
It was honestly rather surprising that neither of them had choked to death yet. The situation must have simply become so absurd that the laws of physics stopped applying, as they did for the old woman who swallowed a fly that one time. Now, *there* was a person who could down all sorts of animals without any of these unfortunate mishaps of throat-clogging.
Although, even that lady died in the end.
She debated whether she should get the goose surgically removed. Would her insurance cover that? Would the goose's? Well, the goose probably has a nest egg to rely on anyway, she reasoned. Most birds do. They can afford to have the cost put on their bill.
So she went to the doctor and got the goose removed.
But then the next day, her throat was sore again. Ugh, I must be getting a cold, she thought. Colds are the worst.

I did the daily! 403 words, Bad Simile- kinda bad, I'm a bit inexperienced… Thanks to @novanuhea123 for the simile!

Indigo Carlisle had been having a rather normal day; you know, casting spells, taming dragons, stirring potions, all that fun stuff. She had just finished her third class of the day and was heading to the History Corner of Banyan Tree School for Young Sorcerers, barely looking up from the book in her hand, when she walked straight into a wall of warm, squishy fabric.
She stumbled backward, mumbling apologies as her face turned beet red.
“Oh— Sorry— Are you okay?”
She raised her bowed head to help the person she had collided with up, but as she reached her hand out, she caught a glimpse of their eyes beneath their long blond hair and almost fell over herself.
Their eyes were like two white circles with smaller black circles inside. She fell in love with them immediately.
While struggling to regain her posture, Indigo felt a hand grasp her own and looked up. She found the person, who by now, she had figured out was a girl, taking Indigo’s hand and standing back up.
“I’m fine,” the girl said softly.
“Oh— Okay,” Indigo replied, still having a hard time functioning around her. “Have a nice day,”
Indigo gave the girl a small wave and turned around swiftly, breathing heavily. She wasn’t sure what had just happened, exactly, but she knew her life would never be the same.
Her history class passed by in a blur, and so did the class after that, and the one after that. Her thoughts were a jumble of random things, as usual, but a something new had been added to the mix. And she couldn’t get it off her mind.
The girl who’s eyes had captured her heart. Indigo knew her world had tilted off of it’s axis, and she couldn’t think of a way to get it back to how it had been before, without any unsure thoughts or complicated feelings. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
Oh, how her life had changed. Slowly but surely, her mind had been consumed with thoughts about the girl, such as ‘what’s her name’ and ‘what kind of person is she’ and, most importantly, ‘will I ever see her again?”
Would she? Indigo lived in a big village: there were surely people she had never spoken too, never waved at, never even glimpsed in her small town. There was no guaranteeing she wouldn’t be lost in love forever.

“her face was as soaked as that day in the water park when she'd almost drowned in the lazy river, except that nobody was laughing about it now.”

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Millie stared down at her phone, her stomach turning over, her eyes turning cold. “Did you really- I thought you were a good person.”

The words stabbed him like a knife and Jacob looked across the room towards her.
“It wasn’t my fault, I tried to say no, I really did. But they kept talking about how big the reward would be and how no one would know.”

Millie glared at him. “But I do know,” she shot back, disgusted, “how could you ever think of doing something like that?!”

Jacob retorted, “I NEEDED the extra money. It’s just meddling with papers. No big deal.“

Millie threw her hands up, “NO BIG DEAL? You RUINED people’s LIVES, the police are LOOKING FOR YOU and you say it’s NO. BIG. DEAL?” she was shaking now and tears were streaming readily.

“Look, I needed the money for you. Us. By the time I tried to back out, it was too late, and they threatened me to keep me in.”

“For us? Don’t you know ANYTHING I stand for? And you claim to be my PARTNER.”
Millie’s heart felt like it was breaking in two.

“Was I a good friend, at least?” He looked at her, with those beautiful tired eyes, his voice laced with pain.

She paused, looking up from where she was curled up in the corner. Whipping her head back down, she paused, remembering all the times where she thought things were good and would always be.

Then she remembered what happened yesterday. When he got back home, acting all smiley and fine and normal. She hated herself for not knowing him enough to realise something was up.

“No. You weren’t.” replied Millie. She squeezed her eyes shut, regretting her words immediately. Of course it wasn’t his fault. But she had too much pride to admit it was on her and the situation had gone too far now.

There was a silence then a final sigh of resignation.

Peeking back up, she watched as she left, slamming the door behind her. With a tiny gasp, she sank to the ground with her head in her hands, finally letting it all go, the absolute shock horror of what had just happened, what she had just said to her. What was she supposed to do now? Tears fell freely and her dog looked on, upset,

Her face was as soaked as that day in the water park when she'd almost drowned in the lazy river, except that nobody was laughing about it now. “I didn’t mean it!” she mumbled through the sobbing, crying to no one in particular. “I promise!”

adventure race:

Weekly 3

1rst part
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The first trope : The prophecy

-The prophecy is a very fun trope because you can base it on legends or similar things to invent all kinds of possible alternatives for your story. It also allows you to designate certain characters as "the chosen ones,“ which makes it easier to point out specific people, and it gives the story a mythical, mysterious, and legendary feel. Sometimes, they can be false, but sometimes they are true, and this keeps the reader engaged in continuing the story (depending on the person). This trope is notably found in” The Wings of Fire", where I literally devoured the series in about 3 months (I'm not sure, but in any case, I read them very quickly).

-The problem is that with this trope, it's quite hard to come up with a prophecy that makes sense because it has to be useful throughout the entire story. Sometimes, you can change it to make it more interesting, but it still remains quite difficult.

The second trope :The chosen one

-When using “the chosen one,” it’s a very useful trope because it’s used in many films or books, like Harry Potter, where Harry is the chosen one. It allows you to easily designate someone and give them importance for the rest of your story. It can also work very well for a villain who has been chosen by the devil to rule the world; in that case, they are the chosen one of evil. This is somewhat similar to the prophecy, but it's not exactly the same—though they do share a few common elements.

-This trope is mainly used once or twice in stories because it designates someone for the long term, but it’s not repeated often, and it cannot be changed throughout the story. Once it has been assigned to someone or something, it cannot change.)

The third trope: Enemies to Lovers

-I find this trope very good because you can create different situations with it, in fiction or other narratives. It can often be very touching or not at all; it depends on the story you want to tell. This trope also allows you to easily connect characters in a story, however, it requires imagination.

-The problem with this trope is that it's hard to execute; we also need to have two villains in our story, otherwise it doesn't work at all (which is kind of logical, actually).

The fourth trope:The Wise Mentor

-I particularly like this one because I think it's fun and interesting to read for the reader, as we have a wise person, someone very intelligent and full of wisdom, who accompanies someone on their quest. It's great because we can still create all kinds of possible scenarios, sometimes funny or sad, like the main character having to leave their mentor to continue their quest, etc…

-On the other hand, it's not very good because you can only create one type of scenario with this trope. You can only talk about someone accomplishing a quest to save the world or something else, accompanied by a mentor, and that's it. (But maybe it's just me not being able to create other scenarios, I don't know )

-The fifth trope:The Quest for Redemption

-I don't know if I like this trope because I find it kind of cliché—someone trying to redeem themselves because they've made mistakes in the past. It's a rather specific type of trope that requires a lot of thought from the author.

-Unfortunately, I don't see it very often, and I feel like you can only create one type of scenario with it, unlike the prophecy.
(612 words, oops I think I wrote a bit too much )

Part : 2
(I love the prophecy trope because I find it simply amazing and useful.)

One morning, Crag, a young 12-year-old dragon, goes for a walk in the forest right next to his home. His father, Harry, and his mother, Denis, have gone shopping. When they return, Crag is nowhere to be found—he’s just lost in nature (nothing too serious, really). But at night, monsters come out to hunt and kill creatures, mainly dragons.

Crag has scales that can change color—an incredible trait often mentioned in legends. However, no one has ever meant him harm since they all live in the same utopian world, where peace constantly reigns. He has blue and green eyes, which are somewhat rare but not unheard of, and two golden horns that shine intensely in the dark. Unfortunately, this is more of a flaw than a power. His wings, though normal in appearance, allow him to soar high into the sky. His species is the only one capable of flying both quickly and for long distances. They are called the Air Dragons, one of many dragon species, each holding thrilling secrets waiting to be discovered.

As night falls, Crag stumbles upon a silver parchment, half-buried in the ground. He manages to pull it out and slowly unrolls it, realizing it looks very old. The words inscribed on it resemble a prophecy:

During the night of the three full moons,
Three dragons shall be born under their glow,
Each from a different species,
Endowed with great and powerful abilities,
Together, they shall vanquish the great demon.

Shortly after, Crag rushes home to seek shelter. Unfortunately, his parents are not there—they’ve gone to the police to search for him. But just a second later, a dragon from another species appears—specifically, a Dark Dragon. These dragons are rumored to possess special powers, though none have ever demonstrated them. The Dark Dragon grabs Crag and flies away with him. With no way to escape, Crag is left helpless, awaiting his miserable fate.

Soon after, an entire army of Dark Dragons arrives to protect the kidnapper while also attacking the Air Dragons who have come to rescue one of their own. Despite their numbers, the Air Dragons are violently pushed back.

About a day later, Crag finds himself face to face with several other young dragons from different species, which surprises him. Their common trait? They are all still just cute little dragonets. But in the years to come, they will be trained to fight—supposedly to battle the great demon and free the entire world. Through it all, Crag will become a fierce and courageous Air Dragon, skilled in combat. But one thought never leaves his mind—finding his family and taking his revenge.(457 words)

Part: 3

Harry Potter

Harry, a student at Hogwarts, is the Chosen One. However, for the past few days, strange things have been happening at the school—doors are opening on their own, students are having more and more nightmares, and some even claim that someone has cast a dark spell on them.
When everyone, including the professors, was questioned about these incidents, some were almost certain that Harry was responsible. Their reasoning? He stuttered when asked about it and refused to answer directly, simply saying that it wasn’t him. He even pointed out that he was in Gryffindor, a house known for courage—not dishonesty or evil.
However, one Hogwarts professor mentioned that there was a spell that could trick the Sorting Hat into placing a student in a house of their choice. This raised suspicion—if Harry really was behind these mysterious events, could he have used such a spell to get into Gryffindor when he first arrived at Hogwarts? But only Dumbledore knows how to cast that spell, and no ordinary child would be able to perform it.
Others believe that Voldemort is manifesting himself again to kill them all—this was the most common theory among the students. However, another, more disturbing idea emerged: what if Harry had secretly been friends with Voldemort all along? Some even suggested that he had been paid to slowly weaken their minds before completely destroying them.
Fortunately, Dumbledore might be able to uncover the truth. One professor even suggested that Harry might not be the Chosen One, but rather the Chosen One of Evil—perhaps he had joined Voldemort instead. Dumbledore researched for a long time, and after a week, the number of problems had tripled. Dumbledore, however, managed to find a truth spell so that when he asked a question, the person would tell him the truth. Once he found this spell, he also cast a purity spell on his mind so he wouldn’t fall to the side of evil. The next day, Dumbledore did not leave his room, and no one had the slightest information about what was happening, even though he was supposed to go and ask everyone if any of them had committed these acts. Later, one of the professors used a destruction spell to break down the door, and they discovered Dumbledore chained by dark chains. The professor quickly broke the chains, Dumbledore was freed, and he said he knew who was behind these acts, but he couldn't reveal it yet because if he did, he would retaliate strongly by eliminating everyone. He had cast an eavesdropping spell ! The next day, Harry disappeared. He was found three days later in the nearby forest, accompanied by Voldemort. The theory was therefore correct—Harry was not the Chosen One, but the Chosen One of evil, the person who would surely lead them to ruin.On-site, Harry was simply making a fire while playing a game of Dark Chess (a type of chess but evil), and he was winning. When Dumbledore saw him, he stared at him intensely, feeling both sadness and rage. The professors and Dumbledore were forced to imprison Harry and Voldemort, but Harry managed to escape before they could capture him.In the end, he was imprisoned in the dungeon for a long time and has not yet been released, as he is the Chosen One of evil. Some want him to be executed, but Hermione and Ron believe he should be placed under a spell that could turn him back to normal. That’s why they searched for a long time without any results.To this day, they have not found a spell that could make him good and harmless. As a result, all the students were no longer having nightmares and could sleep peacefully. (626 words)


Part 4:
(The three tropes are: the prophecy, two enemies who love each other, and the chosen one.)

One morning, a young dragon named Robin returns home to sleep and do his homework. When he arrives, he notices that his parents are not there. However, he is used to it because they are often busy with work. That’s why they always tell him not to wait for them and to go to bed by 9 PM at the latest. They also say that if he hasn’t finished his homework but has made an effort, it’s okay. They leave all these instructions in a small letter placed on Robin’s desk.
Robin takes the opportunity to do his homework. When it's time to eat, he puts on his favorite show on his big TV. His parents don't allow him to watch TV while eating, but he loves doing it—it relaxes him and makes his meal more enjoyable.
Robin is 15 years old. He is very tall and has long, magnificent red horns. His eyes are green, his scales are dark blue, and his large purple wings allow him to fly very fast during his lessons. However, they are quite bothersome when he sleeps on his back. He loves fruits more than anything, especially watermelon, mango, dragon fruit, and raspberries! He has many friends and sometimes play-fights with them.
The next day, when Robin woke up, he ran to see his parents, but they still hadn't arrived. He waited for a long time but didn’t pay too much attention to it, as he knew they would come soon. Eventually, he had to give up waiting and head to school.
On the way, he took a shortcut through the forest because he found it more fun. He noticed that the forest was a bit brighter than usual. Curious, he moved toward the source of the light and discovered a book bound in gold. When he opened it, a dazzling glow burst out, and a text appeared:
“To the one who opens this book, you shall become the chosen one of good. You will protect the entire world and be recognized by everyone. However, you will have to fight many enemies to bring peace and justice…”
This sounded suspiciously like a prophecy. Robin decided to keep it to himself and investigate this mysterious prophecy in his school’s library. That way, he could understand more about it. After all, Robin had no enemies—he was friends with everyone.
Later, he saw Esmeralda, a very beautiful girl. Suddenly, he remembered that at the end of the book, it was written that he would have to fight a woman named Esmeralda to bring peace and justice.
Two years later, the prophecy had come true. Robin and Esmeralda had become enemies. However, they loved each other and refused to fight. Meanwhile, their armies kept battling on the battlefield. But the prophecy clearly stated that they had to fight. Each of them was the chosen one of something, and they had many things in common.
Unfortunately, they were forced to fight. They never landed fatal blows because they loved each other, but their advisors were unaware of this. That’s why the battles continued for five whole years.
In the end, neither side won. They deliberately avoided victory, fearing the other would resent them. Because of this, they declared a tie, and both armies were considered equal in strength. The two lovers eventually left their army, allowing another soldier to take command. They each returned to their respective armies, and during a battle, they were the only ones left. They fought for a long, long time without landing a single blow that could harm the other. During their fight, they only looked at each other, never paying attention to where they were striking.
In the end, they became exhausted and collapsed side by side on the ground. They threw their weapons far away and swore never to touch them again in each other’s presence. Ultimately, they were expelled from their armies.
A year later, they had built their own army and led it together. Later, it was discovered that she was the chosen one of evil. But in the presence of her love, she became like the chosen one of good, transforming completely in a fraction of a second. They fought for a long time until they finally lost their first battle together—for until that day, they had never lost a single one!
And they were happy to die side by side, fighting together for themselves, for peace, and for justice, on the same side.
Hand in hand, they fulfilled the prophecy together, for when they are united, they can accomplish the impossible!(784 words)

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i will fall in love with you, over and over again
1,111 words | 19 / 03 / 2025 | writing comp entry !

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A little bit of context for those who aren't familiar with Dandy's World
- A toon is basically what these characters are called - these talking object things with bodies are called toons (Sprout is a strawberry, Cosmo is a cake roll, if you need more visualization just search up the characters)
- Also ichor is what turns toons into twisteds
- Gardenview is where this takes place, it was an educational children's center thing (the toons were the mascots) before it shut down
- I don't think you need much context to read this (hopefully)

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A gentle breeze stirred the trees and flowers, making them sway with the wind. The way that the gold rays fell on Cosmo's eyes was absolutely mesmerizing. At least Sprout thought so. It was plain to see—Cosmo was flawlessness in his eyes.


Sprout closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself bask in the tranquil warmth of the sun. He laid on the soft, sunlit grass beside Cosmo, without a single worry in his mind. There was nothing more he could ever ask for. They didn't even need to be having an active conversation — everything about the moment was perfection in itself.


“So, Cos, what should we do after this?” He asked, waiting for an answer. Silence.


When he sat up and turned, he realized that Cosmo had dozed off. Tilting his head, he chuckled softly. He didn't want to wake him up, not when there was nothing to rush about. Maybe he could sit like this, just for a little while, before getting back to whatever responsibilities he had.


“Huh? What did you say? I was resting my eyes.” The cake roll toon woke up, giving Sprout a sincere grin.


“Oh! You're awake! I just wanted to ask what we were gonna do after..” Sprout trailed off, letting out a yawn. Honestly, he just wanted to stay here forever. He didn't feel like getting up and doing anything else when he had everything he could ever want here. “Has anyone ever told you how nice your eyes look in the light?” He blurted without a thought.


A flustered Cosmo opened his mouth as if to speak, but the words seemed to get stuck. His eyes really did look nice in the light.


Sprout's eyes widened as he quickly covered his face in his hands. “Sorry! I just-”


“Well,” Cosmo interrupted. “Has anyone ever told you that the way your leaf hair blows in the breeze is really pretty?”


He felt his already red face grow warmer with the unexpected compliment. He had so much more he wanted to tell Cosmo, like how warm his hands were, or how his smile could light up the mood of everyone nearby, but he's saving that for another day.


Their gazes were warmer than the sun above them, as the two sat together, lost in the comfortable quietness of the moment. They both tried to think of what to do next, but the time passed like the moment was nothing.


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Time passed like the moment was nothing. Was it ever really anything, anyways? Sometimes, Sprout tries to remember how the sun felt that day. The warmth, Cosmo's smile, the gentle breeze—but the memories slip through his fingers more and more as what used to be an educational children's center fades into a dull, lifeless mess.


Sprout aimlessly wanders around the abandoned halls of Gardenview. Or at least, a shell of what was Sprout. What is he anymore? The ichor in his lungs and throat makes it difficult to remember anything but the unbearable pain now.


He doesn't exactly remember when this happened or how this happened, all he was sure of was that he was much taller and that his legs, torso, half his face, and his left arm were covered in ichor. He'd rather just perish than stay like this for the rest of eternity.


Whenever he tries to speak, his throat burns as if glass was lodged in it. The sounds that escape are anything but his voice anymore—they're ugly, hoarse, twisted shrieks and groans that sound nothing toon-like at all.


The fluorescent lights emit a lifeless buzz, a pale imitation of the sun's warmth. They could never be anything compared to Cosmo's warmth. He'd give anything to sit in the sun with Cosmo, just once again, before he accepted this miserable fate.


There was nothing left to do but rot in the abandoned diner. The abandoned diner that would never hear the laughs of children again. He couldn't sit anywhere other than the floor either, the diner chairs were too small for his size now.


He let out a hoarse sigh before he heard an elevator ding. Someone got them working. Someone's here. Someone's here!


He immediately went there to investigate who had came, leaving footsteps of ichor on the floor. His gaze fixated on the elevator door as it opened to reveal a smaller toon. A cake roll toon. Or moreso a cake roll twisted, considering what was left of him. That face that Sprout cherished so much, even though half of it was now obscured by ichor, was one he'd recognize anywhere, no matter what had happened.


He wished, with every single fiber of his being, that he could say how much he missed Cosmo, no, how much he loved Cosmo. But all he can do is give him a big hug, trembling as he wrapped his arms around his best friend once again, after what felt like an eternity of being separated from each other. For a moment, he could almost pretend - pretend as if time had barely passed, as if Gardenview wasn't abandoned, as if they weren't overcome by ichor. In that situation, a hug was more than enough for him. A hug was everything for him.


Wow. His eyes still look beautiful in artificial light.


Cosmo didn't hesitate. He didn't flinch away from what Sprout had become. He hugged his best friend back. The size difference made him feel small, but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered right now is that they'd found each other again, after who knows how long.


“Sprout! Is that really you?” Cosmo's voice cracked with a trace of hope still left. Hope that the Sprout he had always known, the Sprout that he had grown close with, was still there, somewhere beneath the ichor.


Sprout's heart sank when the thought occurred to him that he couldn't give Cosmo an answer—only a weak, broken mutter that echoed through the empty diner. He knew that the words would never come out, but hopefully Cosmo would still understand.


He can't help but wonder—what would've been if none of this had happened, if they had continued living normal lives, if the wretched ichor operation never was? What would've been if they were two other people who didn't need to say goodbye?


They didn't know what they were going to do, how they were going to get everything back to normal, or even if getting everything back to normal was possible, but that was something they were going to think about later. The only thought on their minds for now was each other.