word war - unpromted
1,185 words … 15 minutes

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hello hello my name is willow and currently i'm doing a word war. because this is an unprompted war, i will not be actually writing something. or maybe i will, depends how i feel.

what if there was a character who collected dreams? like literally collected them. they would sneak into other people's dreams and steal them. i don't really know how she would do that though. maybe something like she has a magic wand or something to make it physical and put it in a sack? oh yeah i guess she's gonna be a girl, because that's how I imagine it in my head. omo I forgot if I use capitalization in my writing, but I don't feel like checking right now because that'll just waste my time.

anyways I have 12 minutes left, so continuing on with my character idea. why does she do this? maybe she's working for someone with more power than her (okay I just checked I do use capitals so from now on I will be using capitals) and the dreams fuel their power. But I don't think this person is bad. Like, who said stealing dreams was bad? I guess she could just be stealing nightmares to help others while helping her master. Oh my gosh it's so warm in my room right now and I don't even know why. Oh wait I'm also sick, my bad I kinda forgot about that.

So I have a dentist appointment, it's a follow-up appointment because I had my surgery almost two weeks ago. So that's fun, really exciting. I hope my cockatiel, Frito, won't miss me too much. Wow this writing is so interesting, yup conscious writing (is that what it's called?) yay woohoo. I'm going to use the example writing from the word war project. Oh wait I can't because that's considered “copying.” Noooo my bird is calling me but I can't go to him because I'm writing.

I want to make another Scratch account for like things like writing, but then I remember I currently have one two three four five six ACTIVE accounts and much more in total. I would do the math but I forgot a bunch of them already and I don't want to do math because that will prevent me from typing. I guess I could type out the math in words, but my brain is faster than my typing so there's really no point. Oh I don't know what to write about now. Heh, my bad. Today's daily was so tiring and hard, but honestly fun because I was able to talk about skzverse lore, but it required sooo much research and time even though I only wrote about a few videos.

Great, now I'm getting Post Concert Depression. I really miss the Stray Kids concert, it was so much fun!!! At least I'm going to an Enhypen concert soon. Speaking about concert, I'm going to make some freebies for it. At the skz concert I got so much but didn't make any because I forgot that people handed out freebies, and it was my first concert. At first my mom was suspicious about freebies because she thought that people wanted something out of it, and didn't realize how nice K-Pop stans were. Although enha is not my main group, I still like them. My mom is definently Engene though. I don't know if I am, but mayhaps I am.

Heh mayhaps is something I say a lot. I think it's “mayhap” but I say “mayhaps.” Does that count as a word? I'm not sure. What are considered words? Like would filler words count as a word? I'm not gonna put an example of filler words here, because I'm not sure it will count to the word count and I wasted my time writing it. Speaking of filler words and writing, I'm chief editor next year for my school's journalism club! My teacher/the moderator told me that I can change the layout of the chronicles because it's old and crusty currently.

Oh noes I have to go soon, I have around one minute and ten seconds left. How many words am I at? I'm not sure and I can't check right now. Ughhh I'm so ssick heh skz reference. Does that count as a word? I'm not sure because technically it's spelled “sick” but the title's “ssick.” But I could say that it was a typo. Okay time is up goodbye bye bye two one.

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1,185 words

a word war will go here

against taylorsversion– from script
prompt: Maybe jumping of the cliff was a bad idea…
3 minutes
284 words

Maybe jumping off the cliff was a bad idea, but what if that's the only option you have left? That's the situation many of us find ourselves in, unforunately. I feel that most people don't jump off of cliffs voluntarily, or even if they think they do, it's because they've been forced into that corner. No, we don't jump off of cliffs by choice. Usually. Unless we have a parachute. But most of the time we don't. Actually oftentimes we do, but let's just ignore that part. I think that most people jump off of the cliff because they've been forced to jump off of the cliff, they think that they have no where else to go. But that is simply not true! Obviously they could walk off the other way… right? But that might be wrong. There could always be someone or something, some kind of wall - mental or physical, that could be stopping them. And they don't want to just stand there in such misery - maybe they're afraid of heights! They have to go somewhere. Or maybe the wall is actually pushing towards them, until they're barely hanging on to the cliff edge. I think they need someone to show them the wall is in their head, or someone to fight whoever is holding them back. They need someone to pull them back from the cliff before they do jump off. Otherwise they'll end up at the bottom. And like I said, they don't always have a parachute. Sometimes that is the jump you need to make though, to push yourself further and take that brave leap into the unknown. Sometimes it can be good to jump off of cliffs.

Daily #8 - Omitted the letter “P” - 430 words
Esme sighed. It was uncommon to find oneself stuck in an elevator with their crush. But, that was the situation she was in. Esme tried to hide her face behind her long, wavy ginger hair. Anyone would see the blush that had risen to her tan face. She fidgeted with the sleeves of her baggy gray hoodie, and nervously kicked the elevator’s walls with her black Converse. She couldn’t bring herself to turn and look at the man behind her. Still, she found herself looking back at him.
There he stood, looking elegant in his black slacks, Doc Martins, and clean white button-up. His black hair was slightly messy, but still looked neat somehow. The dark color of his hair contrasted the light tan color of his skin. After a few seconds, his blue-green eyes met Esme’s brown ones.
“Any idea when someone’s going to come in to aid us?” he asked.
“No clue. I hit the emergency button at least an hour and a half ago,” Esme told him. “Have you tried calling anyone, Leo?”
The way his name rolled off her tongue gave Esme butterflies. But, she couldn’t make anything too obvious.
“No, but it’s not like I have anywhere to be,” Leo informed her casually. “I take it you have somewhere to be?”
Esme mumbled under her breath before admitting, “No, I don’t.”
He seemed to notice her hesitance. “Then why the rush?”
Esme hadn’t noticed, but Leo had begun to move closer to her. It was as if he had taken note of her flustered state.
“I…um…just wanted to get home,” Esme tried to lie.
“You think I believe that?” Leo questioned. “Or is there something else?”
Esme felt her voice get caught in her throat.
“That’s what I thought. I take it you thought I didn’t know about your little crush on me?”
The widening of her eyes must’ve given her away.
Leo chuckled as he closed the distance between them. He gingerly lifted her chin. Esme met his strong gaze. She felt her breath get stuck in her throat when she noticed where he was looking. He leaned, but left a little room for her to change her mind. She leaned in and everything melted away.
The way they fell in sync as they kissed. Her hands found their way to his hair, while his found her waist.
It felt amazing. Esme didn’t want it to end, but she knew she it would. It was Leo who ended it.
Neither of them said anything, but they both knew it had felt right. Very right.

prompted word war - 190 words

Of course, they drank the moon, again. You know those gods, thinking they can have everything. But they can’t. First they drink the rain, then the sea - even though I imagine it is salty and horrible - and the rays from the sun in all their warm golden splendour, I imagine it being quite spicy though. Now, they have had to resort to the moon, like they do every once in a while. when the old drinks get old. I don’t quite know how they manage to drink a solid, especially in zero gravity, when you would have thought it would be difficult to get it down your throat. Alas, gods have powers we don’t understand, so i will just have to deal with wondering. I thought gods just drank elixir, or nectar, or water from holy springs or whatever. Turns out that’s not true. And thanks to them, the moon is now a little dimmer and less sparkly at night for all of us humans. Typical, the gods thinking they can have whatever they want, and spoil our lives in doing it. Well, spoiling our lives might be an overstatement.

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Wordcount: 310/300
Points earned: 250+100 proof
Cabin: Dystopian

For this daily, it's your job to omit an ABC’s sign in your writing. Your story has to contain a minimum of 300 words and no words in your story can contain said symbol that you pick. And this sounds hard, but it's worth it for 250 points!! And, you gain an additional 100 points for sharing. Now, if you look back upon this daily, you’ll spy not any “e’s.”

I've done it. I've beaten the system. I chose a letter that is so rare that I'm sure that any story I type will not contain it. Except, for the fact, that my main characters name starts with this letter.

Ofcourse this devil spawn had to be edgy. Of course he decided that he wanted to have this cool, sick name with an uncommon letter so whenever someone tries to call him they go, “oh, what an amazing name.” This does nothing but confused the readers. Half the readers call him “Kavi” and have of them go “*EXTTEME FRENCH NOISE*avi.” It's simple if you've read Fourth Wing and know how to pronounce Mister Riorson's name, for who doesn't know who he is? Everybody knows who he is. He's such a majestic man. Now that I think about it, both of the characters are somewhat similar. Shadow controlling, brooding, snappy. However, my character will never have a love life. Maybe he deserves one but not more than a night of full sleep. Yeah, he definitely deserves that more after staying awake for more than 3 years.

Huh, maybe I need sleep too.

So of course instead of being able to write peacefully without the one letter, I've been forced to turn this daily into a full rant about how I can't continue writing a chapter that has been long due because our dear three part soul splitter, our dear shadow staffer, our dear sickly skinned son of Death decided he wanted to be special.

So you got it, Libitica! I hope you're happy now, because your last name is the only thing I can even use right now! We're lucky we didn't choose the previous choice, because I couldn't have used that one either then, and it would have actually made me crash out.

Wait, did we already reach 300 words?

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i. “forever is a long time, and yet there is always something that comes after.”

⋆˚✿ day 8
omitting a letter (j) . sci-fi . 525

For all of eternity, there seems to be only forever.
Each day, the Sun welcomes the day to the Earth, glowing with the warmth of love that could only be found between two beings, forever entwined, from now until the day they together meet their end. The Sun, radiating a certain euphoria and bathing the world in her glow, will eternally love the Earth, as he loves her back.
And from the shadows lies the Moon, her appearance unnecessary and herself unneeded. Unable to shed light of her own, she frequently calls upon the Sun to lend her the light that so entranced the Earth, knowing that without it, she would be forgotten like the stars that encompass the night sky. The Moon is the stars’ sun, but she will never know it. Her love seems only deemed worthy under circumstances, her happiness consequential and always ephemeral.
The Moon believes herself simply an unwanted stone, her beauty unappreciated and herself only necessary to carry on the work of the Sun. If only she knew that, even if the Earth could never love her, the people of him would. They look up to her, wondering how a mineral so far away could possibly understand their pain. Wondering if the stars look up to her too, the way that they realize the Moon will be the only one who understands their longing to be something more.
The Moon was never unwanted, and yet she had convinced herself so. Her unreciprocated love was the thing that hurt her the most, and yet she carried on. And still, in her eyes, her imperfections and her flaws all outweighed the good. Every month, she hides herself from the world who she knows will never be able to love her. It is at these times that she neglects to ask the Sun for her light, and instead covers her face in a cloak of darkness. She turns away from the world, isolates herself into the void of numb oblivion.
However, unlike the beings of the Earth whose souls are unknowingly tied to the pain of the Moon, she understands her obligations and perseveres through her duties. The obvious and definitive hurt never stopped and never will until the end of time, when she can finally rest and find comfort in the warm embrace of the things that she loves most.
Until then, she will never stop bringing a light to the darkness of the world and never stop loving the Earth. She will watch from the shadows as two other celestial beings love each other routinely, like clockwork, and will never feel that fire extinguish in herself. She will fight a battle she knows she has lost, if only to rest in the afterlife. She will brave in the face of nothing and comfort herself with the small, unappreciated things. She will find light in the things that stand alone in darkness. She will glow with the satisfaction of flickering candlelight. She will be forever, and so she will love forever, and so she will fall forever.
Forever is a long time, and yet there is always something that comes after.

daily - For this daily, it's your job to omit an ABC’s sign in your writing. Your story has to contain a minimum of 300 words and no words in your story can contain said symbol that you pick. And this sounds hard, but it's worth it for 250 points!! And, you gain an additional 100 points for sharing. Now, if you look back upon this daily, you’ll spy not any “e’s.” - no M's!
prompt - two extras have to sit across from each other and converse but the fake convo turns into a real one and the director has to call cut because they’re not supposed to be the ones looking like they’re falling in love
(https://perfectlyrose.tumblr.com/post/101118660910/au-prompts-masterlist-of-lists)
(forgive me i don’t actually know how directing and stuff works lol)

The soundstage lights are blinding, but Frill doesn't squint. She's already perfected the aloof stare, chin tipped up like royalty, even when she’s in the background. She’s perfectly content to do nothing but lounge around in the background during the big dispute scene, but apparently, to fill up the place, she has to talk.
She slides onto the stone bench across Phosphorus with all the grace of a seasoned diva. The other extra’s already seated, legs tucked in too close, hands fidgeting in her lap.
“Hi,” She ventures, and her voice is loud, even though her tone is unbearably nervous.
“Just pretend to have conversation. No real lines. Don’t distract the audience. Focus on the leads.” They were told. Frill huffs- she supposes that Phorus at least has that as a reason for her attitude.
She was nervous- to Frill, it was obvious why she was an extra. Behind the pair, the director adjusted his hand down at the two, irritated. Phorus was being too loud, and in front of the recorder, Frill could see the two pitchy-voiced protagonists give annoyed glances as they continued their nasal-sounding far-fetched dispute about the plot. The plot of the flick was beyond her. Frill rolled her eyes slightly, and out of the corner of her eye, as she, bending to the director’s will, tilted her head to be extra diffident than they already were as extras so the place looked bigger, she saw Phorus, biting her lip in frustration.
Frill leaned forward slightly to clutch Phorus’ hand, to snap her out of her nervous daze, and eased her voice quieter. Phorus didn’t appear to care, spare for wriggling a finger free out of Frill’s iron grip to lightly touch the surface of Frill’s hand. Frill would have recoiled- the light touch surprised her- if it weren’t for the recorder in front of the stage.
Frill adjusted her lips in silent nonsense- the leads look big- that was what was crucial here.
“Blueberry wallpaper staircase onion.”
Frill gave Phorus a weird look, arching her eyebrow in silent query.
Phorus shrugged in reply. “I- I ah, figured that’s what you’d be saying if we were, you know, actually talking.”
Frill sighed- but she didn’t grab Phorus’ bone, and continued to pretend-say nonsense.
“Candle. Paperclip. Existential dread.”
Frill pursed her lips before biting.
“You think I give off ‘existential dread?’”
Phorus leaned back a little in surprise, as if she didn’t expect Frill to answer. “No- I- of course not.”
Frill, dissatisfied, adjusted her lips in response.
Phorus caved. “Well, I guess not dread, but like, you know, uh, thunder-y, sorta. Like you’re holding in a lot of stuff, you know? Tense?”
Frill gave her a dead stare. “That was bold, for a,” She narrowed her eyes and looked Phorus up and down. “…Twig?”
“A person,” Phorus corrected flatly, though grinning.
“And I, Frill. Good to know you, person.” Frill let go of Phorus’ hand to extend it forward to shake. She could see the two bickering leads reach the apex of their dispute.
She doesn’t give anything about her easily- especially not to an extra, but Phorus was persistent, in a weird way, where it wasn’t easy not to give it. A weird, frail, delicate, feeble kind of quality.
“I go by Phosphorus.”
“That’s a big word you got there, don’t choke yourself.”
“Or say Phorus, you can just say if you’re not able to pronounce it.”
“What!?”
“First gig?” Phorus easily glides past the topic that spurned Frill’s outraged expression, and Frill carries along too, too above it all to care about Phorus’ lighthearted jab at her literacy.
“Nah, third.”
Conversation feels easier, and the director doesn’t look like he disagrees- either that or he’s too busy focusing on the two leads, one who is sputtering and flailing for words in the face of the other's incredibly indestructible evidence or whatever.
“…So,” Phorus ventures.
Frill rolls her eyes teasingly, but lets her speak, her grin curling upward, slightly entertained.
“What kind of epithet is ‘Frill,’ anyway?” She asks.
“It’s- It’s not an epithet.” Frill replies, getting defensive. “And what kind of ‘epithet’ is ‘Person?’”
“Shut up! Phosphorus- You already know that! You didn’t even answer the question, no?” Phosphorus laughs back, jabbing a finger forward.
Frill blinks- she hadn’t said that in a teasing way.
“I don’t know what kind of ‘epithet’ Frill is either,” She confesses. “So then, what kind of ‘epithet’ is Phosphorus? That’s like, hardly better than ‘person’. Sounds like that was given on a dare.”
Phorus laughs again, which is weird, because she’s not supposed to do that when Frill is borderline insulting her. It, oddly, doesn’t feel bad- it should, but it feels relieving. Like what she’s saying is okay.
Weird.
“Not sure either. Probably was a dare, honestly. Parents are… artists, I guess you could say?” She shrugs hesitantly.
“Personally, they’re, like gone. That’s probably why I don’t know what “Frill” signifies.”
“Oh- I- uh- sorry. About. About that.” Phorus’ voice dips a little, as if she’s not quite sure what topic to breach. Frill did appear incredibly private about- well- everything?
“Don’t be. It’s not like that.” Frill says quickly, in the harsh tone that indicates a defensive retaliation, though her words were dull. “A- A-a bit like that, honestly. It’s fine. Don’t even worry about it.” Why this stranger extra is worrying about it in the first place was beyond her in the first place, but why Frill is trying to reassure her confuses her indescribably.
“…I like your voice.”
“What.”
Frill was utterly surprised by Phorus’ sudden venture.
“It’s, like- I dunno- I,” Her grin was odd and nervous, but here it was kind of bashful.
“No. Don’t worry about it. I kinda like yours too.” Frill replies. What is she doing?
“Oh! I-” Phorus suddenly races to backtrack, as if she didn’t expect anything by it.
“You wanna go get coffee eventually, then?” Phorus offers, before basically leaping back, her eyes nervous, as if she didn’t even expect herself to offer. “Or like, tea? Or like, silence, if that’s what you’re into?”
Frill laughs- she’s oddly tranquil- and is about to offer an answer when they hear a sharp “cut!”
The director turns to the two, expression both stoic and irritated.
“I think we’re in trouble.” Frill observes.
“Yeah. You’re not very good at staying background, huh?” Phorus identifies. “In- in like a positive way! It’s kind of hard to take eyes off you.”
“Neither are you, then. Let’s go out for silence eventually, huh?”

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July 8th Daily
omitting the word ‘U’

“I got it.” I hastened my process. There wasn't time to waste.
“He's almost here, going to pass that door in 3, 2, 1…”
BAM!
“I did it… I'm here, and I discovered it…” Panting, I lifted the vial containing the medication that will fix everything.
“Excellent! Knew that he is someone we can rely on!”
“Good job, Bill. Now we can rest knowing that this can save the world.”
We sat down and prepared drinks, the epidemic is finally reaching to an end, nothing can go wrong now with this fixing everything.

However, it also seems like as if the heavens don't feel like going with the plan. As instantly, all the lights went off, darkening the whole place.
“Hey, what the hell is going on??”
“Everyone, calm down. We'll have to settle this. Call the emergency facility, we need people to help sort this.”
I was still seated in my seats, hearing the commotion all over me, what's going on? Are we getting attacked? Is there a electrical trip in the wires that closed the power?
“Bill, go and hide, someone who's only 18 can't be here, it's too risky.” A soldier said, despite my efforts of wanting to help.
“I can't be staying here with no knowledge regarding what's going on!”
“The reason we discovered the medication is Bill, we can't risk losing Bill.” The program said. It was sentient as it had artificial intelligence to help aid the program to stop the epidemic. It was still operative as it does not rely on power to work.
I sighed, and it looks like there's no way to change these people's (or program's) minds.
“Fine, I'll retreat to my room. However, I want to be informed regarding things that happened okay?”

I went back to my room, and sat down. Hearing the chaos that's happening past my room doors. Why is this happening now? When we are so close?
The reason the medication for the disease was discovered, and the reason why chaos is happening right now, is done by the same person.
What was that? Was someone in my room?
No. We are the same. One good, one evil.
I remembered, there's no way something like this is happening right now.
Sadly, it is. The alter-ego is rebelling and is now wrecking havoc all over the facility. And the one who discovered the medication was the reason why the alter-ego let loose in the first place.
That's right. I had the chance to get rid of them. I didn't. Why did I think that this alter-ego can be a potential friend? Have I lost my mind?
Things are too late now. There's no hope left, Bill. Destroying it like how it was made in the first place.

460 words

The river was smooth and silent, making a long, curving path through the reeds. A breeze sighed and moaned over it during the solemn stretches, but it picked up heart once a trickle ran off the main stream and began laughing and gurgling to itself. The delightful little brook tumbled over rocks and bubbled merrily over pebbles, as clear as dew in the early morning. A deer paused and lifted its head to see it pass, and the shaky-legged infant beside her gazed at it too, mesmerized by the rippling foam that curled around the edges.
It soon passed into a forest, and now it became more stately and sedate, hushing its lighthearted chatter and becoming quiet and pensive instead. It giggled again as it flung itself downhill in a dash of spray, but quickly calmed itself again as it flowed peacefully on to its destination. A girl in a red hat knelt by it, cupping her hands and lifting them to her lips. A squirrel chattered from a branch hanging over it, its leaves brushing the surface. Insects hummed and buzzed over it in some spots, dipping in their flight to touch the gleaming ripples before soaring up again.
Now it was clear of the forest, and it became merry and cheerful again, practically shivering with delight as it ran its course. It was close to the river again, and every bit of it gushed with rapture at the thought. Bits of foam and spray sparkled in the light as it ran faster and faster, pushing at its banks until it could almost be called big before shrinking back to its proper size. It had to push aside a blockage of some sticks that a trio of little boys had built there the day before, but then it was free, free to rejoin the mother river again.

…Where am I?
Their thoughts came slowly, their senses dull as they crawled across the ice-cold ground… they had to find a way out, and while their arms and legs wouldn’t tire for a while, their mind was cloudy; why should they? Did it make a difference, really, to where they… where were they going again? Would it matter to the world, or to them, if they just lay here in comfort and peace… to lay here forever, to stay in this moment of time…
Their arm hit something fragile, something coated in a layer of ice. They walked toward it, almost unconsciously, feeling it as their heat slowly melted it. What was this, a… a- you will turn away. You will not touch it. Was that… was that her thoughts, or was… something…
A shudder filled the room, and her senses were on fire.
She saw the room in all its intimidating glory; stalactites hanging from the cave-like ceiling and impaling the ground, an orange glow lining the edge of the room. Ice-coated figures were strewn across the room. She walked - the feeling was wonderful - towards one.
They were corpses. People, like her, who’d lost their memories and self and will. She shivered at how she’d truly thought she should stay here. She’d invited the notion of sleeping in that moment of time…
A person - a real, alive person - walked into the room.
“We’ve got to get out of here. Come with me.”
Although she couldn’t find the means to speak, she followed him, figuring he was the one who had awakened her. He pressed his hand onto the wall, and a doorway slid open. She shivered as they walked down a dark tunnel, the cold ceiling reminding her of dull senses and addled thinking, and for an instant she thought of all the dark places this man could take her.
Then they stepped into the light, and all she knew was joy.

324 words

Isaiah is very particular in the way he works each sunrise to sunset. He has a role in his family, being the youngest with only his ma as well as his pops to work the solo of their farm, interruptions only causes a loss of efficiency. He wakes up knowing exactly what to expect: to eat breakfast, make conversation with his family, insist that his pops cannot till the soil like he once though. Also he can’t risk breaking a hip in trying to. Then, he puts on his farmers attire: a shirt as well as overalls, a hat if it’s particularly hot—that it’s the exact opposite as of now, being just near the closing of winter— after that, Isaiah hits the hay, as in goes to actually take the hay for his horse, not sleep. It’s a funny pun if you think about it.

Anyway, he always chills with his horse longer than he knows he really has to. Giving esroh nutrients takes little time. Unlike certain canine pets, they lack the requirement of constant attention, such as walking them or or playing with them each time the lay in their back for belly rubs, but he can’t help how he cares for his horse. Esroh, in a strange way, is like the brother he never got. Not that he wants a brother, knowing he has to raise himself in a mansion if parents too busy being successful businessmen to be home to care for their son. But as he says before, Esroh lacks the requirements of constant, much unlike a human boy. All he requires is hay Isaiah can give him. Maybe that’s why Isaiah envies him.

Isaiah leaves Esroh soon enough, still he has a lot to work on this early morning. he refuses to break routine. So then he works on the soil, making sure the irrigation is working properly as well as checking soil left to rest this season is well for the incoming spring.

Daily #8- story without a certain letter
My letter: h
Word count: 369 words <3

Good morning fellow citizens. I enjoy reading and writing, yet I do not know if I can complete today’s daily. I really do not know if I can do today’s daily. I do not contain any ideas for today’s daily. I will be blabbering for today’s daily. I am trying to speedrun but mostly failing. I just want to get points for my best cabin, sadly I cannot say a name for it contains a letter I am avoiding in it. I will give you a clue. It is dark, mysterious, and currently under lockdown. One moment, I must see my word count and make sure I did not use a dreaded letter- I cannot use it, alas. It is more difficult- wait, I cannot say. It is difficult to do a task like today’s daily. Even if my letter is not very common, it is still difficult to write. I did not realize so many words contained a dreaded letter I must not use. I am glad I did not pick a letter called I. I forgot to see my word count. Give me one moment, please. I realized I did not get rid of all of a dreaded letter I must not use. It is contained in a most used word in a certain language I am writing in now. Goodness me. I am tired. I contain only 10 minutes to complete a daily like today's and submit it in a main cabin. Goodness me. I am only at about 210 words. I must get more, and I must not contain a dreaded letter in a certain daily like today’s. Goodness me (again). I feel I am repeating myself many times over. I apologize for bad grammar in today’s daily and I apologize for a running in circles manner of today’s daily I wrote. I apologize. Moving on. I must run, or else my cabin will not get points. My letter is way more common- it is more common- I cannot say it for it contains a dreaded letter. I want to say many words and yet I cannot due to a dreaded letter. I will see my word count again. 360 words. My work is done.


(once again, I am very sorry for all of the terrible grammar and the running in circles)

Daily 8 || 399 words
Letter omitted: d

The snowstorm was raging against the mountain, making it near impossible to see the critter within the snow. He was staring at two figures struggling to search for shelter, their thick coats covering them so it was impossible to see who, or what, they were. As they kept walking, making their way past their watcher, the being was able to hear their conversation.

The first creature, complaining, was noisy, with thumping pawsteps. “Why is it so chilly?”

The other creature was quick to express her frustration, her pawsteps silent, even to the large ears of the watcher. “Because it's snowing??”

“I know that, but it still bugs me,” the first spoke as the two kept going up the mountain. The creature was swift to follow, their steps light, allowing him to walk on the piling snow without sinking through the layers.

The two figures were continuing their conversation, seeming to not have much on them other than their coats, with some small bags on the quieter one.

“Well, this is the only chance we're gonna get. If this thing is real, then this is when those protecting it are going to be in hibernation.”

The being watching then knew exactly what their intentions were. Of course they were here to steal the Crystal Star. That's the only reason anyone came up the mountain, anyways! They swiftly ran away from the two figures, uncovering a cave entrance that snow was currently blocking to make his way into the mountain's secret tunnel system.

Goblet woke up with a long sigh, blinking while trying to focus on the figure in front of him. He quickly got to his feet, hissing, but when he saw Vluff, he got less tense, squinting at the little creature in front of him. They were a primarily white bunny with strange moth-like wings, having some other markings that weren't going to make him any less visible in the poorly lit cave.

“Whyyyyy must you wake me,” Goblet began moaning, stretching his wings. Vluff's voice was soft, the amethyst monolith having to lean close to hear them.

“Someone is coming to steal your star… two someones, actually…”

With a big sigh, Goblet shook his snout. “Ugh. Okay, thanks.” As Vluff ran out to not have involvement with the chaos that was soon to happen, Goblet went to wake up his green companion. “Time to scare off some thieves.”

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Words: 309
letter omitted: n

Glass lay shattered as Lyra laid there with her back to the floor. The light that filtered through arrived like daggers to her eyes. The aftermath from the day before she saw was a hole which let more light through the wall. Yesterday came as flashes; her scream as she threw the glass at the hole that used to be a porthole to the world.

Back through her memories she looked, as she tried to remember what had occurred the previous day. Because, she was sure she was somewhere that she lived by. But, where she was was hard to be able to figure out.

Through the large door she left to the outside to figure it all out, the light from the sky made her hair shimmer as it blew with the breeze. She could see the forest as well as the sky, but she literally lived bordered by trees by all sides of her house just like this house.

As she did a 180 to head back to the door she realized that the door was almost exactly the same as her door. Less weathered, sure, but almost the same which was weird. As well as creepy because her door was the first door ever for the house. Her efforts were fruitless although she had tried to locate a door that would work. The house had slumped towards itself which made it impossible to actually be able to put a door.

This house, she thought, was the house. Her house, just 100s of years ago. Which made it be that she was also 100s of years ago. Did that make her perish 100s of years forward? Forever stuck 100s of years ago, but at the same time here. As well as just here. Here as a place was a great place to be whatever time it was.

“benny, what are you doing here?” riella huffs, looking him up and down with distaste.
“this is the study room, is it not? i believe i'm in the right place, miss elli,” he says with a wink. benny continues past her and sets his binder on the nearest table.
“your name isn't on the sign up sheet.”
“and yet, here i am.” benny pulls out a pack of flashcards from his pocket and begins flipping through them as he leans back in his chair.
“i was saving that table for daph and fletcher,” riella mutters under her breath, pushing her stuff to the opposite side of the table.
“if i recall correctly,” benny starts, a smirk on his face. “their names weren't on the sign up sheet either. and as the class president, isn't your core value supposed to be equality and justice?”
“well, that's none of your business!”
benny shrugs and looks back down at his flashcards. “how about we make a deal, dearest president. if i outscore you on the upcoming algebra test, i don't need to use the silly sign up sheet, and if you outscore me, then i won't step a foot into any of the study rooms until my name is on that paper.”
riella rolls her eyes and grins before answering. “alright, benjamin. sounds like we have a deal.”
benny holds out his hand, and elli shakes it. the two academic rivals lock eyes, and their eye contact lasts a second longer than usual, though neither of them seem to notice.


the next day, riella maneuvers her way through a mass of people in the halls to catch up to benny. she playfully pushes him against his locker and holds out her test in front of him, but so only she is able to see the score. “what'd you get?”
benny gives a low chuckle and sifts through his backpack for the page. “96,” he replies, head titled. “Your turn.”
a big smile shines across riella's face. “98! i win,” she announces.
“hmm, okay, still not a landslide victor,” he says with a smile.
“i would've gotten 100 if you didn't distract me mid-exam,” riella retorts.
benny throws his head back in laughter. “i just wished you good luck!”
"in your voice.“
”what's so special about that?“
riella opens her mouth to answer, but no words come out. instead, she slings her back over her shoulder, crams the test into one of the overflowing pockets, and walks off. ”doesn't seem to matter, i still won!“ she calls as she leaves.
benny rolls his eyes and gives a joke wave goodbye. ”until next time, elli!"

daily
Tuesday, July 8, 2025
321 words

For this daily, it's your job to omit an ABC’s sign in your writing. Your story has to contain a minimum of 300 words and no words in your story can contain said symbol that you pick. And this sounds hard, but it's worth it for 250 points!! And, you gain an additional 100 points for sharing. Now, if you look back upon this daily, you’ll spy not any “e’s.”

(Time to get rid of the letter ‘s’ and never utilize a plural again. Wait, actually…)

The mice lived among the fungi, happily unaware of the world above. Until one day, a group of weird larvae appeared. They were not the children of any bug that the mice recognized, and no one knew how they got there. The mice decided not to bother them.
However, they quickly began bothering the mice. Not with venom or with odor, but with perpetual chattering. They could talk to the mice in their own language, and they interrupted the mice all the time, wanting to know everything the mice remembered. They wanted to explain what they knew, too. And they found debating the nature of the world around them to be their favorite hobby of all.
The mice had no idea how to deal with it. No bug had ever been able to talk before. Now, they wouldn't be quiet. The mice thought about eating them, but it didn't feel like the proper thing to do, due to the larvae being intelligent and having a concept of morality. Maybe the larvae could be convinced to leave? No, that wouldn't work—that would require being able to get a word in among the chatter.
Eventually, the mice gave up and decided to hear them out. The larvae were very happy about their newfound willing audience. They told the mice about oxen and deer and every other animal that walked far above the little enclave of fungi. They talked about everything from nebulae to bacteria. The mice didn't comprehend the majority of it, but a few of them found that they were learning quite a bit. It even motivated a couple mice to attempt to venture out of the fungi and peek out at the wider world. It contained danger, the mice knew, but now they were aware of the wonder, too.
And when the larvae went into the pupal part of their life cycle, the mice even longed for their chatter to return.


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song lyric story challengeee - anything that isn't explicitly from a lyric is in brackets, but it's 99% lyrics
172 words

this story makes no sense lmao - continue at your own risk

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. The kingdom lights shined, shining so much brighter than I have ever seen. (I) see the lights, see the party, the ball gowns. (I) see you make your way through the crowd, and I had a marvelous time, dancing ‘round. We could go on forever this way. (But then) I come crying. Said “The end is coming,” but something happened. There were flashing lights, a hospital bed. It’s getting cold, and you hold me tight.

But, time heals all wounds - you and I'll be safe and sound. Let's fast forward.

We're safe and sound, you still standing next to me. It's okay, I'm okay, I will hold onto you. “It's all alright, we're all alright,” I say to myself.

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind, hold on to the memories. Stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're makin' mistakes, (because) that's life. It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.



Credits to where the lyrics are from, in order:
Mastermind from Midnights by Taylor Swift
Long Live from Speak Now by Taylor Swift
Perfect Harmony from Julie and the Phantoms
Love Story from Fearless by Taylor Swift
The Last Great American Dynasty from Folklore by Taylor Swift
All Too Well from Red by Taylor Swift
For Forever from Dear Evan Hansen by Ben Platt
The Best Day by Taylor Swift
Sweet Nothing from Midnights by Taylor Swift
Something Happened on the Way to Heaven by Phil Collins
Is it Over Now from 1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift
The 30th from Guitar Songs by Billie Eilish
The Best Day by Taylor Swift (2nd time)
Time Heals by Jon Secada
Safe and Sound from The Hunger Games by Taylor Swift
Safe and Sound by Capital Cities.
It's OK I'm OK from So Close to What by Tate McRae
I Will Hold Onto You by Garden Friend
We're All Alright by Nelson
And I Say to Myself by David Bowie
Good Riddance by Green Day
New Year's Day by Taylor Swift
That's Life by Frank Sinatra
Good Riddance by Green Day (2nd time)

daily - july 9
296 words … last updated 07.08.2025

For this daily, you’ll be writing a story of 150 words from beginning to end using only lyrics from different songs! Lyrics from a certain song can only be used twice, so be sure to open up your playlists and find a way to make lyrics connect!

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“Will you be by my side?” Our hands meet, and I walk confidently. Did you love me too? That gaze that looked at me, the way you used to touch my soul. But now I'm truly all alone in this world. Alone, I reach out my hand, alone, I stand back up, my heart feels like it's getting crushed. Writing out our sad ending with trembling hands, I search for you in our broken memories.

Sitting on the bench, a lonely leaf sits right next to me. Darkness is settling in day by day, I hope someday this emptiness is filled. It's not a feeling I can shake off, how can I do this. No matter how hard I try to erase it, it's sad. While making my mind up, I missed thе most important one, you. Mind full of memories with you, I always cry without fail when I think of you.

I'm so lonely, falling slowly, when will I stop falling? Sitting on the edge of an unknowable loneliness, what should I do? I can't stay like this forever. Even if I become dust, I really want you back. Holding your hands, yeah, we'd never let go, if that's what it takes to keep you right by my side. In this film tape, we're contained in the picture. The time we spent will be remembered forever, ever.

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296 words

Daily July 9
181 words

The war outside our door keeps raging on.
So show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins. I’ve been saving up my anger, clinging to the ruin — will you show me hope?
We’ve been living on a fault line. I don’t really know what tomorrow holds, but I put it out of my mind long enough to call it courage. Meanwhile, my family’s taking shelter (all lined up with names on their coffins, on begged and borrowed time).
It’s getting dark and it’s all too quiet. The bitter taste of my fury — is it a wonder I broke?
Watching cityscapes turn to dust, I looked down into the depths. With each grave, I think of loss. Can’t take it back once it’s been set in motion. Sometimes, the fire you founded don’t burn the way you’d expect.
Stars are dying in the sky, bombs and guns. I’ll be dead before the day is done.
I hear the sirens coming. I can’t fight this time. I just sit here and wait.
Keep the memories of who I was.

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◩ ┊ July 9th

“I’m sure many of us have listened to songs that portrayed a story, but what if we created a story portrayed by songs? If you’re thinking of things to do, let’s take a look at today’s daily! For this daily, you’ll be writing a story of 150 words from beginning to end using only lyrics from different songs! Lyrics from a certain song can only be used twice, so be sure to open up your playlists and find a way to make lyrics connect! This is worth 150 points with an extra 100 points for sharing.”

Author's Notes:
✦ I added one word for the sake of clarity and put it in italics. I hope that's allowed? If not, the entire thing is still past the word minimum.
✦ This post was edited just to change the formatting, though the word count didn't change.

A thousand thoughts, a thousand dreams. Left in the dust, left out to rust. So sick of taking part of all the games. Shattered dreams of yesterday. All the memories flood back in. And of those memories, I'd rather lose the lot. And nothing seems to be curing my regret.

But I’ve been sick and tired of being sick and tired. ‘Cause I’d like to believe I'm not quite so naive as may seem.

I wish I could tell a younger me, don't lose hope, for what it's worth. You are strong and you can overcome it. With that drive you have, of course you won it!

I'll manage these anxieties, though I've got troubles I'll be ready to push on proudly. Even the smallest step's a leap toward your dream.

So take a look into my eyes and tell me everything’s alright. The dream we have tells us to keep going forward. I think we’ll be okay, that way.

Word Count: 160

Lyrics in Order:
Things That We Should Say - Future of Forestry
Everyone’s Left - Milk in the Microwave
Intro - Go! Child
It’s Alright, It’s Okay - Linus from the Stars
Solstice - Emilie Su
Aloe Lite - Good Kid
Worry For Naught - Go! Child
The Prodigal - Josiah Queen
Dear Sorrow - Linus from the Stars
Not Too Late - LilyPichu
Starry Eyed - Linus from the Stars
Turning Point - Go! Child
Killer (English Cover) - amiaryllis
It’s Alright, It’s Okay - Linus from the Stars
Tranquil - Go! Child
Forward (English Cover) - Project Sekai: A New Voice!
No Time to Explain - Good Kid

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