Daily 9
410 words

I have nothing to say about this except… interpret it however you want. I know it doesn't really make sense but I like it

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, I’m watching them burn. I watch my worries drown a hole into the sea, Mmm, I was listenin’ to the ocean, why don’t you love who I am, what we could have been?

The picture was a painting of you, and (I) left you multiple missed calls, and to my message you reply;
‘If our love died, would that be the worst thing?’

It's been a loveless year, I’m a man of three fears; integrity, faith and crocodile tears.

And I don’t wanna let it go, so in my grave I’ll rot.
‘You can let it go. Cause they never showed you love’
What's worse? Being wanted but not loved, or loved but not wanted.

I am the monster you created, skull cage like a prison
You really love, but still I’m not enough
You really know how to make me cry

I’ve been watching you for some time
If I could act on my revenge, then oh would I?
Her eyes and words are so icy
‘I don’t give a * ‘bout my reputation’
Open hand or closed fist would be fine

I’ll watch and learn from afar
And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight.
But my hands been broken one too many times,

We’re the product of love that we do not receive
Say a prayer and let the good times roll
Dancing through our house with the ghost of you
In case God doesn’t show

I was the knight in shining armour in your movie
The purest expression of grief, is foreign to me
Now I’m a ghost, I call your name
And hope and glory isn’t quite like how they said
I’m almost me again
She’s almost you

The voices screaming loud as hell
I’d rather be anywhere, anywhere but here
I can hear the sound of a heartbeat before it goes out

Oh my enemy, how could I have ever let you down? Oh
There's things I wanna say to you, but I’ll just let you live
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again

By tomorrow we’ll be swimming with the fishes
So don’t bring tomorrow
It was night, when you died, my firefly

We’re all gonna die

Springtime in the country,
Love’s supposed to make you whole
A broken heart is all that’s left

Please, carry me, carry me, carry me home
And despite everything, I’m still human

Flaws of Mak (165 words):
Manipulative and easily manipulated, but in the sense as being told “it’s for the greater good” but in the sense that it will benefit her mother. That is her priority.
Deceptive
Willing to sacrifice morality and personal morals to appease other people, especially her mother
Completely unloyal to any single cause, as Mak’s biggest personal motivation is to win her mother’s favor, which she will do at any cost
Unwillingness to commit, even at the cost of her own relationships
Indecisive, constantly between two sides: the side of her best friends who have stood by her in thick and thin no matter who she is, or the side of her family and her future.
Unkind and cold, particularly towards people whom she views as unequal to her in status
Discriminatory/prejudiced, especially to those associated with Mira and her friends. She views these people as crazy, and therefore “lesser than.” These beliefs are reinforced by the people she is around, including Kai and her mother.


Character Development (279 words):
Mak as a character is the character within my story that has the most character development to go through, between realizing that everyone has moved on without her because she can’t climb down from the pedestal and walking away from the people that gave her everything, took everything from her, and retaliated against her for every small mistake. In order, she must first be defined by the person she is, before she can change, and in order for her to be defined by the traits that make her an antagonist, I have to portray her in the same way that everyone else sees her. Once she has been defined by her mistakes, she has to fall. Everyone leaves her. Her family is angry with her for knowing and aiding Mira, even if it was against her own will, and Kai and her friend group leave her with nothing, leaving with Mira as if Mak was replaced by a more willing, more vindictive, more decisive and vicious friend than Mak had been. Mak needs to lose that part of herself, becoming the opposite of who she was, turning herself into a version of Mira that no one is quite sure about. Mira is a dead girl, Mira’s strength is aided by the fact that she truly has nothing more to lose, but Mak is not and cannot be the same way. On the bridge, in the rain, Mira will tell her the truth and Mak will be left with the choice to either return to her pedestal and line herself up for a future, or accept that she isn’t a god or a corpse, but something terrible and in between.


Motivations (277 words):
The motivations of my character, Mak, are very much rooted within her family’s best interests. Mak’s mother is a high-up government official, someone who is gracious and kind on the surface, but lacks deeper care and understanding for anyone, including her children. She has extremely, almost dangerously high, expectations of the people with whom she’s related, and those expectations made no exception for Mak. Mak is a deeply flawed character, someone who betrays her friends over and over again, sacrificing her personal morals and self of sense to please someone who doesn’t even care about her– at least not in a real way.
In order for Mak to grow as a character, she needs to change as a person. Later in the story, when Mak returns to the bridge to speak to Amirrora, her changes are set in stone. She is who she is and who she was, ignoring and playing off the role she had been made to play. Before she can make this change, she has to confront the person she has become: a pawn. On one specific night, she knows everyone has moved on without her. Kai, Vexal, Seris, Dev… even Amirrora and her manic bunch of friends had stayed with them. But Mak couldn’t do it; telling herself it was out of regard for her safety when she knew it was out of regard for what her mother might think. On that night, Mak is able to realize that she is never seen as a person where she is, just another tool. But catching up on everything she had missed living in a gilded cage would take far more time than she has.


Story (509 words):
The shades were drawn, but some light still filtered through, creating a sort of golden canopy across the white marble flooring.
It would’ve been a spectacular sight in a beautiful room, something anyone would be thankful to have, but the mood was off. Dimmed.
Mak sat at her desk, hands atop the surface and wrists resting on the side. It didn’t face a window, just the back corner of her bedroom, so there wasn’t much to look at– still, she had been staring at the same spot on the wall for nearly an hour.
She stood up to pace, speaking aloud to the walls and the furniture as if they could provide insight into her life.
“You know,” she said, facing the plush armchair in the corner, “she left me here. Kai did.”
The chair offered no reply.
Mak scoffed. “Kai’isha left me here. She left me for dead, ran off with Mira, and her weirdo friends… you know, I can’t even believe she agreed to help Ser in the first place. I mean, what a crazy plan she had! ‘Let’s break into a ‘Mental retreat’ slash glorified prison and save my distant friend from middle school, this is bound to work.’ And then Kai and Dev and everyone just went along with her!”
She turned around, walking in circles, before sitting down at the white and golden vanity in front of her closet. “She’s not better than me! I’m better. I have a future, and she doesn’t. Mira will end up dead, or in jail or, or… I don’t even know but something is seriously wrong with her! How? How could Kai choose her over me? I don’t even know how long we’ve been friends but we’re like sisters, like we’ve been friends forever, even since we met and now some random girl shows up and they run away together like they were destined to be together always but it was supposed to be ME.”
Mak sucks in a breath, glancing at her reflection, the dark makeup in long streaks down her cheeks, the redness of her nose and the trembling in both her hands. She can’t understand.
She can’t.
What is there to make sense of? Kai left. Mira showed up and Kai left with her, leaving Mak all alone in the ruins of her own burning life.
Mak couldn’t put the pieces together. Mak and Mira were one and the same, two people living out the same story in different pieces.
Amirrora fell from her pedestal and into the ocean, where it stole the breath from her lungs until she had nothing left to give.
She came back.
But Amirrora didn’t.
Amirrora’s body was here, her memories and life intact, but her, within itself, gone.
It’s not that she came back wrong, it’s that she came back as someone she was never supposed to be.
Mak knew it, perhaps as well as anyone could.
But it begged the question, the question that knawed at the back of her mind always; what will happen when I fall?

1245 words total

this makes literally no sense whatsoever

I might be the villain in somebody else’s story but that’s fine
I’ll try apathetic and if that doesn’t get it, I’ll live with the curse
I’m feeling the beat of my feet on the pavement
This life isn’t mine but I’m still living in it
So come hell or high water, shooting up a flare into the sky
And when I die bury me in the daisies
Claiming it’s just a metaphor
Time to let go of this delusion
Cut through all the threats and all the noises
They left me for dead I guess they’ll never learn
Guess the only thing to do is
You’ll watch me as a burn it to the ground
Funny that you think you can pick a fight with me
Once I’ve done what I’ve come up here to do
Lied to confess and I’ll worry about that someday
You’ve created a monster; I just keep getting stronger

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July 9th || 160 words || Tried to go for an ex-friend forces the friendship back together type thing with this. I think I failed.

Is this the prize I received?
You dare break my rules, for the “friend” that you believed? Not all people can be trusted, that’s the galaxy’s law. Toy with people’s expectations, asked too many questions, got the answer wrong. I am the pinnacle of what society made… my perfection you spurned. You’re going nowhere. You’ve lit the fire, now you pay the toll.
You think you’re loved, but the truth is no loved ones care. But never say your work is thankless, you won’t be alone, you have a place within the hearts of those who care. I’ll bring the light with my second chance, Imma love you till my dying day. We can be the people we wish to and the sun once more will glow, ambitions and grudges long held.
Now nothing feels the same, there’s no way that I can fix this on my own. Won’t you hear my plea? Be a true friend, rewrite the norm.

the colors of the evening stars, you can go anywhere you wish, (so) travel light let the sun eclipse you, some place that i have never been.

so i walk alone down the darkest roads, down by the bay, on the shore. (but) oh, i tend to disappear here and there, ‘cause i’m history. but it's alright, ‘cause everything changes.

both alone in the dark, you reached down out nowhere, and picked my heart up off the floor. our fates are intertwined, they’re attached.

(so) won't you help me feel something again?

(so) follow the north star, no matter how far, (and) chase your dreams, and remember me, sweet bravery.

i'm not where i'm supposed to be. but it's alright. i'm okay. (because) i've seen the stories of a lifetime, and i want you to feel the same.

but life demands a final chapter. the end is uncertain. (so) i'll do whatever it takes, to change.

Daily

lyrics

I was a liar, I gave into the fire (One Last Time by Ariana Grande)
Can anyone hear me? I could scream and nobody hears a sound (Castle by Halsey)

I need something, this fire's getting bigger (Monster by Imagine Dragons)
We can't stop this fire (Stop this Fire by Nius)
Water's not strong enough (Stop this Fire by Nius)

I can't see through the smoke (Through Smoke by NEEDTOBREATHE)
All my dreams are out of reach (BoyWithUke)

When, from, somewhere I can't see (Somewhere I can't See by Judy Unger)
A shadow tries to reach for me (Shadow by Livingston)
It guides me through (Guide Me Through the Storm by Tory Lanez)

09.07.25 ⟢ 160/150 words ~ Just Lyrics

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Songs Used (in order):
1┆ Legendary - JRH
2┆ seven - Taylor Swift
3┆ I miss you, I’m sorry - Gracie Abrams
4┆ Back to December - Taylor Swift
5┆ stranger - Olivia Rodrigo
6┆ Holy Revival - Maisie Peters
7┆ For You - TV Girl
8┆ Bowling alley - Audrey Hobert
9┆Seventeen - Heathers
10┆I’ll Be There For You - The Remembrandts
11┆Forever & Always - Taylor Swift
12┆Invisible - Taylor Swift
13┆What the World Needs - Ride The Cyclone
14┆Luck Runs Out - JRH
15┆Disenchanted - My Chemical Romance
16┆Legendary - JRH
17┆Tough Luck - Laufey
18┆Best - Gracie Abrams

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It’s been 20 years and though I can’t recall your face, I still got love for you. Thought you’d hate me, but instead you called, your guard up (and I know why.) I thought of all the things I did to try and win your love- oh dear, oh wow! I’m not doing it again!

For you, I wonder if…

I see it and it’s striking- fine, we’re damaged, really damaged. But that does not make us wise. I could be good with you. I’ll stay if I’m what you choose and I’ll be there for you, forever & always. And I just wanna show you, we need a little less of them, a little more me! But how? You’re just a sad song with nothing to say… It’s been twenty years just me myself and I. I can’t read your mind. Tough luck, my boy, your time is up. You’re the worst of my crimes.

I thought, ‘Good Riddance’.

9th July - Daily
Words Written: 228/150
Prompt: 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.



I always wondered what is love? Is it burning red or ocean blue? I never felt those butterflies like those lovers do, until I met you, cause you, you are, my universe, and I just want to put you first. This is a state of grace, and everything has changed.

But now, you’re so far away and I’m down, feeling like a face in the crowd, I’m reaching for you, terrified - but you’re in London, and I break down, cause it’s not fair that you’re not around. I’d write this in the sky, I miss you like it was the very first night. And meet me there tonight, and let me know that it’s not all in my mind.

“Where’d you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? Let the wind carry us, to the clouds, hurry up, alright. We can travel so far as the eye can see. My darling, we’re both on the wing, look down and keep on singing, oh I want something just like this.” And darling, it was good. Never looking down.

And every other love song says it better than I could, oh, I tried to write a good one, but I gave up, like I knew I would. And all I can say, and all I can do… is thank you for the heaven on earth that is time with you.



Songs used in order:
Sunshine in the Rain - Shania Yan
My Universe - Coldplay ft BTS
State of Grace - Taylor Swift
Everything has Changed - Taylor Swift ft Ed Sheeran
Message in a Bottle - Taylor Swift
Come Back, Be Here - Taylor Swift
The Very First Night - Taylor Swift
Everything has Changed - Taylor Swift ft Ed Sheeran
Something Just Like This - Coldplay, The Chainsmokers
Where No-One Goes - Jonsi, John Powell
On The Wing - Owl City
Something Just Like This - Coldplay, The Chainsmokers
Holy Ground - Taylor Swift
Every Other Love Song - Malinda

… there is an unhealthy amount of Red songs.

Who knew copy and pasting the best of other people's work would be so much harder than just writing? Also, this took on a weirdly obsessive and time related theme.

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Do you know
How many times that I've knocked at your door?

There's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you

I was doing fine without ya
'Til I saw your face, now I can't erase

And everybody told me it would happen in time
I always believed that it was some comforting lie

I don't care how long it takes
As long as I'm with you

I don't mind if this is gonna take a million days
I know you'll come around to me eventually

I can't stop thinking about it
How much longer will it take to cure this?

Still, I'd give you everything, why'd you let me
Put you on a pedestal? I put you high on top

Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart

I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
On a collision course

There's nothing holdin' me back
'Cause if we lost our minds

But maybe someday when my ship comes in
You'll see what kind of guy I've been

Might as well cancel our plans, yeah
I could stay here for a lifetime

I've got to get away and let you go, I've got to get over

(209/150)
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Songs used (this was in order at some point but I gave up after the 50th reshuffling):
Never Been Tonight - SIX60
From Eden - Hozier
The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala
I'd Rather Pretend - Bryant Barnes
Don't Dream It's Over - Crowded House
Stranger - Olivia Rodrigo
Don't Stop Me Now - Queen
There's Nothing Holdin' Me Back - Shawn Mendes
Uptown Girl - Billy Joel
Stuck With U - Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande
I Love You So - The Walters
Here With Me - D4VD
MYSTICAL MAGICAL RAHHHHH - Benson Boone
Accidentally in Love (yes the one from shrek) - Counting Crows

july 9 daily


I’ve lived a lot, I’ve loved and lost, I’ve let the rain in. I’ll tell you what you wanna hear. So keep your head up, princess, ‘fore your crown falls. Turn around, I know we’re lost but soon we’ll be found. We ran back through the trees. Yeah, we were invincible. Finally found a place that I can call my home.
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece ‘till you tore it all up. I gave you all I had to lose. I just can’t believe you don’t know what I’m feeling. You fell hard, I thought “Good riddance.” I let it go, for my peace of mind. And if history’s clear, the flames always end up in ashes.
Did I fall out of line when I called you? “I’m on the ground, how’s the weather on your planet?” And I know you said that we’re not talkin’, but I was never meant to listen, not not until I found a reason, but I miss you, I’m sorry.

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168 words

songs used (in order):
I knew it i know you- gracie abrams
Unstoppable- sia
Keep your head up princess- anson seabra
Soon we’ll be found- sia
Dawning of spring- anson seabra
Hindenburg lover- anson seabra
Emerald eyes- anson seabra
All too well- taylor swift
Robin hood- anson seabra
Friend- gracie abrams
Best- gracie abrams
Blowing smoke- gracie abrams
Us. - gracie abrams ft. taylor swift
Mess it up- gracie abrams
I knew it i know you- gracie abrams
I miss you i’m sorry - gracie abrams
Felt good about you- gracie abrams
I miss you, i’m sorry - gracie abrams

OMG THAT TOOK AN HOUR WHY
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Weekly #1
Character Development

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◩ ┊ Part 1

Author's Notes:
✦ I did not really proofread any of these parts, so some of it may not make sense. Just a heads-up haha.

I’m basically gonna be rambling this entire weekly. I love character development, and after heavy contemplation on who I should use for this weekly, I eventually chose Pledy Cashmere. She’s one of my favourite characters, although she’s rather undeveloped.

The general gist of her character is that she’s outgoing, energetic and loves theatre. My ideas for her negative flaws is that she can be reckless, careless and impulsive. She can read social cues but she’s bad at acting on them. If she’s hurting someone, she won’t realise, and oftentimes she’ll hold a selfish mindset if someone points it out. She also makes condescending and sarcastic jokes.

I’m thinking she may also be a highly ambitious person, which may not be considered negative on its own, but she’s so focused on her goals that everything else blurs. This doesn’t mean she can easily focus on her goals, though. It means that whenever she gets distracted, which she does very easily, she cannot easily turn back on track. She focuses on things one at a time and can tend to flippantly dismiss something if it’s not in her current interest. I don’t know if this makes sense but oh well.

So to summarise, she’s reckless, careless, impulsive, selfish, sarcastic, overly ambitious and flippant. This kind of feels out of character for her, because Pledy really is a supportive and encouraging person deep down. She wants the best for others but also the best for herself and she comes first. So I might end up redoing all her flaws eventually, but this is what I’ll stick with for the rest of the weekly.

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◩ ┊ Part 2

Pledy is one of my characters that doesn’t have an in-depth story. Rather than going on a wild and exciting adventure, she just goes to high school and exists. One could argue that high school is a wild and exciting adventure, but not in the same way that, say, slaying a dragon is. This makes it rather hard to find a way for her to develop, since I don’t have any plot points on what happens to her and how it creates an impact. At least, not yet. Let’s all put our heads together and brainstorm!

In this context, her story will start from her first year of high school and end at her last. At the start of school, she’s pretty much like how I described her in part one. Her flaws are prominent and she has to adjust with all the new work as well. She’s talented in acting, but she hasn’t had much time to develop her skills. By this time, I’m not sure if she would have met her best friends or not, but I’d say she would have met Aden but not Pari. Her friendship with Aden is mostly based on having fun and shared interests rather than a truly deep connection founded on trust.

Then, high school will happen. I don’t think I have to elaborate much on that, because high school really is a wild ride. I feel like I’m already contradicting what I said in my first paragraph, but I reckon it doesn’t really matter since this is more of a brain dump than poetic prose. I’m pretty much just typing whatever comes to mind like a ramble. Anyway, high school happens to her, maybe she fails a few auditions, maybe some problems happen with her parents because I’ve been considering that but I’m not sure if I’ll add that to her final character. As she stands on the graduation stage and receives her awards, she’ll grin widely because she’s a changed person now. She’s learned to be kinder to others and not always focus on herself. She’s learned boundaries and that each person is different rather than assuming everyone goes through the same things as her. She’s still the energetic and joking Pledy Cashmere, but she thinks before saying her jokes and is overall more careful without being anxious. She’s also met her other best friend, Pari, and has strengthened her relationship with Aden.

To summarise, she still has her flaws, but her high school experience has shaped her to drastically improve those flaws.

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This was the part I was perhaps most excited about, because I’m very passionate about character motivations. It’s what drives them, y’know? I was a bit confused about Pledy’s motivations for a while, but a few days ago at about eleven in the evening, I realised, oh! She probably wants to leave behind a legacy! That’s part of why she loves acting so much! Even when she’s gone, she wants part of herself to stay in the world, whether that be in the credits of a program, on screen in a movie, or even just changing someone’s life by being there for them – though she probably doesn’t realise that last part until she grows a bit. She wants to be honoured, admired, validated. She wants to inspire others and leave a good everlasting mark.

I’m not sure where she gets this motivation from. Maybe it’s always just been a part of her, or maybe she’s seen actors and teachers and artists and leaders and she wants to make as equal of an impact as them. She wants to be in history books and be remembered. I’m still unsure if this motivation will eventually grow into a fear, in which she lies in bed at night wondering if she’ll be remembered, or if it will simply be something that subconsciously drives her even if she doesn’t realise it. Maybe I’ll even combine both in the end, we’ll see.

Her other, less long-term motivation is that she wants to have fun. She wants to live life to its fullest and look back not in regret but in joy. So she’ll do many things in order to make sure she has a good time. She refuses to let anyone dampen her spirits.

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Author's Notes:
✦ This didn't focus on Pledy's character in-depth as much as I would've liked. It's kinda just the trio hanging out. Though I hope it works well enough for the weekly!

Pledy kicks a pebble as she walks. She holds her head high, shoves her hands in her pockets and sings a song as off-key as she possibly can. As she journeys through the city streets, people glare at her and cover their ears, but she ignores them and sings impossibly even louder.

“Do you really need to be an inconvenience to everyone around here?” Pari hisses.

Aden puts his hand on Pari’s shoulder sympathetically. “It’s alright, Pare. I’m sure they’re not that annoyed.”

Pari rolls his eyes and slouches, trying not to be seen. His gaze quickly searches the area as if he’s sending apologies to every pitiful person that happens to be within earshot of Pledy’s intentionally piercing singing. Pledy ignores him, though her heart tugs her to sing quieter and she obeys.

The trio turn a corner, and Pledy spots an ice cream stand. Aden sees it at the same time. He grabs Pari’s wrist and suddenly the three are sprinting towards it like their lives depend on it, with oblivious Pari struggling to keep up at the back.

After they pay their money and the vendor prepares their scoops, Pledy’s eyes wander off to… wherever, really. She spins around a few times, practices a few quick dance routines for musicals that they’ve long since had closing night for. At some point she’s wandered off a few steps from the group, and her eyes land on a poster nearby. It’s glittering bold in the afternoon light, and she’s so entranced by the text that she almost doesn’t hear when Aden calls her for her ice cream.

“Oh, coming!” she yells as she hurries back to the group and accepts her dessert from Aden’s hands.

“What was on that poster?” Aden asks, squinting his eyes to read the text that enchanted his friend so much.

“Come on, you have to see this,” she says and pulls Aden towards the poster. Pari doesn’t notice them until a few beats pass, and then he’s rushing to follow before he loses sight of the distractable duo.

There, sparkling in big bold words says “A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM: AUDITION NOW!” There’s some details under it that talk about how auditions are open and anyone is welcome to come try. Pledy’s eyes sparkle brightly and she’s beaming brighter than the sun-coloured mango ice cream she just bought.

“You should go for it, Pledy!” Aden exclaims and turns to his friend, sharing that same wide grin.

“Would your parents allow you?” Pari asks, furrowing his eyebrows. He sputters before he can get a response and throws his hands up in the air. “I mean, I’m supportive of all this, but just– I don’t want you to get punished by disobeying them.”

“I don’t know,” Pledy admits as she pulls out her phone and snaps a photo. “But I’m still going to try out.” She swings around and grins at her friends. “This could be my shot at starring in a play! Not just a school one, but a, well, kinda professional one!”

Her head is spinning and bursting with outcomes, all of which are positive. She can’t wait and she breaks into a run, cheering and whooping and almost dropping her ice cream flat on the floor. She’s gonna become a star and she’s gonna make a mark! Her friends rush to follow her, and even though they don’t share the same energy about the play, they smile all the same.

And as the clouds float high above, Pledy’s floating with them, and she thinks that this day will turn out great.

Part 1: 270 Words
Part 2: 423 Words
Part 3: 289 Words
Part 4: 597 Words
Total: 1579 Words

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Weekly
Part 1-
In the current novel I’m writing, there’s a character, named Theodore. He’s one of the two main characters, and definitely the less preferred of the two. He comes from a noble family, where he’s definitely extremely spoiled, in which case, we all know how that ends. In the story, the citizens of his sector think he’s just the kindest person in the world- he’s so handsome, kind, because that’s how he acts in public. Like- such a “gentleman.” But in reality, he’s NOWHERE near that. He’s like- Glinda from Wicked. He does something, that is a “kind act.” For his own good, and everyone thinks that he’s just the most amazing person of all. That’s the stereotype that I associate Theodore with. When in reality, he thinks everything’s about him, yells, and tortures his servants, trashes the place. I’d say Theodore’s main flaws are his narcissism, his abuse towards others, and just the way that he feels he’s superior to everyone else. The drive for all of these is the fact that he’s treated as if he’s superior- spoiled- and he’s not ever told of for his actions. (188 words)

Part 2-
By the end of the novel, my goal is to get Theodore to understand how narcissistic he is- and fix this part of him. Theodore definitely has quite a few strengths. For one, his good looks, but if we’re speaking more personality- wise, then one thing is definitely how strongly he feels about his opinions, and he’s not one to give up. For weaknesses, it’s definitely the fact that he can’t tell when he’s being too much- to him “too much.” Doesn’t exist- as he’s royal. His narcissistic tendencies are all weaknesses, and he just seems to be such a weak- undeveloped character. I’d say Theodore is probably scared of being revolted against- left- which is why he stands so firmly for everything he stands for. This fear developed from the death of his mother, and he’s scared to lose everything else that he has. For goals, I’m not sure if he really has any visible ones. He seems to be pretty care free- and doesn’t care about what happens in his life, so long he’s respected. In the novel (I’d prefer not to share too much information as I’m planning on releasing it onto scratch-) Theodore is sent to a prestigious camp for Nobles, where two nobles will be selected by “gods,” to move onto another world, but based off the legends, you DON’T want to to be selected for this. In the novel, of course, Theodore IS selected for this, and has to train with his new counterpart, whom is the LITERAL opposite of him personality wise. As they will most likely be fighting the whole time- I think both will definitely struggle near the beginning of the training, but as the end nears, I think they will totally start to succeed, and being with his counterpart, Theodore’s personality will begin to shape. He won’t be totally different, but definitely more neutral. More kind, but can still be mean when needed, kind of the perfect picture of a human. (331 words)

Part 3-
In the beginning of the novel, I honestly don’t believe that Theodore truly has much motivation, unless his motivation is “to continue to get spoiled,” or something. I think as the novel progresses, he gains more inconsistent motivations. When he’s first selected by the “gods,” Theodore gains the motivation to stay alive, and to keep himself alive (if you fail at the gods challenges you DiE DDD) and then as he starts to fall for the other character, his main motivation in to live- not just for his own good- but to protect the other character as well. When Theodore is first chosen, he realizes that if he fails the challenges/training that’s preparing him to travel throughout the next world- that the gods will have to dispose of him- which gives him the strong urge to stay alive. Now of course- he’s not doing too great at trying to stay alive- but it’s for sure a start. As the story progresses, he also starts to fall for his counterpart, and finds his new priority- to make it out alive, but not just for his sake- because if he dies she will have to be executed as well. And then of course, he saves her many times during the training. (209 words)

Part 4 (a rough draft of an excerpt that may or may not be included in my novel- but in first person, bc the novels in first person, but I wanna write in third person for this.)-

Theodore looked up at his counterpart, her silver-white hair glittering stunningly in the moonlight. Regardless of being the most annoying human being in existence- she was sort of… pretty. Aerianna glanced up- her eyes meeting with Theodore’s for a quick second, before they lowered themselves back to the gravel.

“Um-“ Aerianna started, as a flustered mess. “Maybe it’s time we head off to our cabins-“ she continued, while scrambling to gather her belongings.

“Yeah- I mean- I was just going to say that as well.” Theodore said, beginning to stand. When he reached his feet, his posture was the definition of perfect. Just as always. It gives off a real dictator vibe- but of course- doesn’t it always.

Aerianna showed a light smile for a quick second, before turning away, and heading towards the girls cabins, shivering in the cold of the night.

And so, Theodore went his own way, to the guys cabins, standing as stiff, and dictator like as always. When Theodore reached his cabin- he swung the door open, not caring for the thought of awakening the other campers. Some slept through the large doors slam, some sighing, knowing it was Theodore. Theodore snorted hastily in response to the sighs.

His typical response to the sighs filled his mind.

No one’s gonna treat me like that.

Yet… he didn’t speak it aloud, no- he kept it in. Too defeated to even bother to change out of his clothes, he threw his shirt off then flopped onto his bunk, he could shower in the morning. He lied there, until he slowly began to doze off. Right before he fully fell asleep- his eyes bolted open, as he gasped for air. It felt as if someone punched him right in the gut.

Theodore launched up, hitting his head on the bunk above him.

“GOD- OW.” Theodore screeched, awaking many- not one caring too raise their head and see what had happened to Theodore. Theodore left his bed, to see no one there.

Huh

Theodore glanced around the room- still confused, when the idea hit him. He went outside, into the crisp air, shirtless. And glanced around, to see Aerianna walking towards his cabin, wearing Teddy Bear pajamas. Theodore chuckled at the looks of her- not at all formal. But it course, he wanted to one to talk. In a pair of fancy pants, and shirtless. When Aerianna reached Theodore, she spoke in urgency.

“Theo, I think-“ Theodore cut her off right there.

“Theodore to you, thanks.”

“Theodore- right now is not a good time for that. I think the Swans are going to put us through some challenge in the middle of the night- now’s not a good time- in the middle of camp- Theodore… everyone could die… this is too much-“ Aerianna began sobbing and right there.

Pathetic. Theodore thought. Crying right in front of me-

“That’s a shame- can’t be as gorgeous as me without a night of rest.” Theodore said, running his hands through his fluffy hair. “Also can’t be as gorgeous as me if I’m not alive. I’m not worrying about me- but you- your fighting skills already are quite…” he paused, and thought for a second. “Questionable- and you surely can’t fight if you don’t pull yourself together. You wouldn’t want to be the reason why I were to be killed- now, would you.” Theodore said, in a threatening tone. Aerianna just looked at him in disgust, wiping her tears away. Just then- a flash went by. And both Aerianna and Theodore’s eyes shot to the lake. Standing there in the dusk, was a man. Not terribly tall- maybe a few inches taller than Theodore, dressed in dark purple, smirking, blood covering his face.

“My god-“ Aerianna started.

“It’s the Black Swan.” Theodore said, finishing her sentence. The original noble selected to represent the counterpart. Killed his partner, along with the whole camp. And swore to do it again, in twenty years. Wow- It had been twenty years already.

“Well… the swans weren’t forcing us into doing some dangerous training- no they were warning us- putting the black swan into our hands… Theodore… I don’t think we- I mean I- can do this. You might be on your own…” Aerianna said, with much thought. No way Theodore would save the camp, the second Aerianna died he would run- save himself- and his overly gorgeous smile. But then- Theodore said something. He would occasionally say something nice, but nothing into this level. No, this was something new, something surprising.

“Aerianna… listen, I won’t let him hurt you, or the rest of the camp. I’ll protect you. Protect you all.”
(774 words)


Total: 1,502 words

Song Lyrics Daily

I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
Pressure, pushing down on me, pressing down on you, no man ask for.
Hello, is there anybody in there?

I got a feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night.
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones.
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill.
Let’s get it started in here.

Welcome to the jungle, we’ve got fun and games.
I’m on top of the world, hey!
Started from the bottom now we’re here.
Don’t stop believin’, hold on to that feelin’.

I’m not afraid to take a stand.
I get knocked down, but I get up again.
It’s my life, it’s now or never.
I'm still standing better than I ever did.
It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me.

Dailyyy
Look at where you are. Look at where you started. Every little thing that you have said and done, feels like it’s deep within me. I’ve tried to hide so that no one knows, but I guess it shows.

Deep down- I know I don’t deserve you. For some reason I can’t explain, I close my eyes and the flashback starts. The past is always close behind. No matter how long it’s been. Oh take me back to the start….

I look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit.

And you turn back to me, smiling and I’m helpless.

You and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenseless.

So this is what it feels to match wits with someone at your level. Who are we mistaken? We are the same, you and I.

Nothing lasts forever. You could never be satisfied. No one ever said it would be this hard. Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints.

And when you were mine, the world seemed to burn- Every time I dare to close my eyes.

Just keep your eyes open. Why do my eyes and my heart and my soul feel so heavy? Thought about your name so much it hurts. I'm holding on.

From now on, we're walking on a tightrope. I'm trying to hold my breath.

There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is suffering too great to name. I would take the suffering from you….. why in the world won’t you love me too? Do I need to change? What would be enough for you to be satisfied?

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day. Thoughts of you subside.

You get nothing if you wait for it.

And though I never thought that it would end like this, just know. I will fight the fight and win the war. I'll do whatever it takes. I'll make a million mistakes.

And when all is said and all is done- I am not the love you knew before. Would you fall in love with me again?


Song credits (in order)
That Would Be Enough - Hamilton
As Long as You Love Me- Backstreet Boys
Scylla- Epic
It's Quiet Uptown- Hamilton
Viva la Vida- Coldplay
Love Story- Taylor Swift
The Underworld- Epic
Would You Fall in Love With Me Again- Epic
The Scientist- Coldplay
Helpless- Hamilton
Burn- Hamilton
Satisfied- Hamilton
Zombie- The Cranberries
Scylla- Epic
Wildest Dreams- Taylor Swift
The Reynolds Pamphlet- Hamilton
The Scientist- Coldplay
Wait for It- Hamilton
Burn- Hamilton
The Underworld- Epic
Keep Your Friends Close- Epic
Legendary- Epic
Charbydis- Epic
From Now On- The Greatest Showman
Tightrope- The Greatest Showman
Never Enough- The Greatest Showman
It's Quiet Uptown- Hamilton
Suffering- Epic
Not Sorry For Loving You- Epic
Monster- Epic
Nonstop- Hamilton
Take a Break- Hamilton
The Room Where it Happens- Hamilton
The Challenge- Epic
You'll be Back- Hamilton
Dear Theodosia- Hamilton
The Election of 1800- Hamilton
Would You Fall in Love with Me Again- Epic

weekly 1:
circe (oc)

Characters aren't realistic or relatable without their own flaws, and sometimes these weaknesses end up creating a more intriguing story. To begin this weekly, figure out an idea of your character's flaws–their negative traits that might drive them to make poor decisions. Summarize the flaws you've come up with in at least 150 words to complete your first part!

flaws of circe:
- circe is a cocky indiuvidual, as a result of her accomplishing most things when she was young, and having more intelligence then others. this tends her to miscalculate, as she's too confident in her abilities. people also tend to not interact with her, to avoid feeling inferior when she starts praising herself. she also tends not to owe up to any of her mistakes, often making excuses why, and putting the blame on the person that she owes.
- circe prefers to work alone, claiming that her plans are too complex for others to understand. this prevents her from recieving feedback, causing problems that she overlooked to take place. of course, she never acknowledges that she's wrong, putting the blame on a innocent instead, insisting that they got in the way.
- circe is a horrible room reader, making arrogant remarks when someone's devastated or sadden. this stems from circe putting reason before emotions when she was a child, due to her terrible enviorment. although this background caused her to be strong, it made her unrelate to most people, which explains the two traits above.

182 words for the first part

Howdy doodle writers!! I hope you're enjoying the weekly so far. For the next part, you will outline how your character will grow and change throughout the story. First, go to this workshop about character development by Evi. Continue by thinking about who your character is at the beginning—what are their strengths, weaknesses, fears, and goals? Then, consider what experiences or events will challenge them. How will they react to these challenges? Will they succeed, fail, or struggle along the way? By the end of the story, your character should be different in some way—maybe even more flawed ;D Enjoy crafting your character, and ensure that you write at least 200 words to move on to the next part!

circe is a witch, who's arrogant, ignorant, and cocky, believing that she's above people. this personality of her's started when she was a child, and carried on until she took a new point of view. in the story, her and some other fellows have to finish a prophecy made by the people above, from heaven. to prepare for this, circe makes plans, with no help from the others. the others warn her about how some of these ideas are too rash, but circe ignores them, claiming that it'll work out in the end.
as the story progresses, circe realizes what she's done. she was unable to prevent a near-death of a fellow acquaintance by being unwilling to listen, and ends up destroying a whole city. eventually, someone confronts her about it, causing her to ponder on her actions. still stubborn, she insists that her plans will eventually succeed, and everyone could witness her succeed by herself, with no help that she deems “useless”.
unfortunatly, it doesn't succeed, causing circe to go in a state of panic, wondering what went wrong. those around her leave, and she's alone, back to being her scared childhood self. eventually, with hesitation, she apologizes to those she hurt, and tries again, but with input from people. eventually she succeeds, and tries to be more inclusive, although she does frequently slip up.

227 words for the second part.

Now that you've figured out your characters' development, you'll focus on their motivations. A character's motivation is very important to make sure their decisions and what they do remain consistent and make sense for that character. Motivations can come from a character's past, things they care about, and goals. For example, in the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, one of Katniss' main motivations is to protect her sister, which leads to her volunteering for her sister and contributes to the reasoning behind many of her decisions in the rebellion to continue protecting her family. Now write 200 words explaining the motivation behind the character. Have fun!

in the past, circe had a young acquaintance of hers manipulate and toy her around. her parents often forgot about her, making her feel unwanted and uncared. as she got older, she took on a narracistic personality as a coping mechanism, ensuring that none will take advantage or harm her in anyway, and so she'll always be “better” then those who doubted her. she started to believe that only the strongest can survive, and to be strong and to ignore critics was her main goal in life. when she first realized that her plans caused unwanted harm, she brushed it off, believing that it'll be worth it, even though a small part of her wondered if this was the exact same thing that her childhood “friend” did to her. circe denied it, saying that she wasn't purpously harming them, and that it'll be worth it in the finale. when her plan failed, circe went into denial, as her main goal in life had been proven wrong. she started to rethink her purpose, and her childhood, realizing that her actions were actually similar to the people that harmed her. she wanted to prevent those from harming her again, only to harm the ones around her. she was aware of the consequences of her actions, and can no longer defend herself anymore.

220 words for the third part

Throughout this weekly, we've taken a closer look at what motivates our characters to take on what they do, as well as how they develop and change as their story progresses, responding to the world around them. So, what's next? We're glad you asked—now that you've created your (im)perfect (;D) character, it's time to tie it all together and place them in a tale of your very own. For the final part of this weekly, write a short story in a minimum of 450 words incorporating your flawed character, focusing on character development and their motives as we've explored throughout the past week. Best of luck!

“hello,” circe said, studying their faces. they looked meek. unfit. how excellent. stuck between three weak indivuduals. how was she supposed to work with them?
“hi!” a cheery voice responded. her wavy, black hair was decorated with butterfly clips. this must be “arina”, a silly name for a silly girl. circe glared at her.
“what's wrong?” she asked.
“nothing,” circe snapped back. worthless. this will, perhaps, be one of her biggest challenges. working with a trio of incompetent people, who probably don't understand a single thing about the severity of this situation.
“i have a plan,” the boy on her left said. he had a scar trailing on his arm, so perhaps he wasn't entirely weak. still, circe was doubtful, as his expression was a little too childish, like a kid jumping up and down in anticipation. his name was berat, circe believed.
“oh great,” circe said, laying a thick layer of sarcasm on her tone. “may i hear it?”
berat stared at her, and his mouth opened with words, probably unfriendly ones, that he wanted to say. but when they left his mouth, it was the details about his scheme to prevent the calamity from reaching the continent.
“genius,” the last boy's eyes were sparkling. he had a calm and serene voice, which matched his looks perfectly. his name was “derin”, and circe glared at him.
in her opinion, the so-called “plan” was far too risky. too many unconfirmed variables. clearly she'd do a better job.so she sat there, calculating, as everyone left.

–

“circe!” arina yelled, storming into the room. “what were you doing?”
“i was carrying out my plan,” circe responded, studying her nails.
“without telling us?” she screamed. “you agreed to the original plan! you manipulated us! you've ruined everything!”
“that's ridiculous,” circe scoffed.
“you destroyed the whole city! you even nearly killed derin! what where you thinking?”
“sacrifices are supposed to be made,” circe said. “this is the only way.”
“no it isn't?!” arina shrieked. “what happened to berat's scheme?”
“it was…below par,” circe admitted.
“excuse you? at least it didn't cause the city damage! the whole point is to stop the cataclysm! what you're doing is inviting it!”
circe glared at her. “if that's all the words you have to say, leave. my plan is flawless. yours isn't.”
arina screamed, then left the room. how irritating.
but was she right? circe wanted to be above. but not manipulating, like her old friend.
circe laughed at herself. she wasn't doing any of that. how tiresome.

–

“…oh,” circe said. there was nothing but ruin. she'd failed.
“look what you did,” arina said harshly, not even looking at her. “arrogant idiot.”
berat hissed. “i hope you're proud.”
the two left, backs turned to circe.
she'd failed. how? it was flawless. it was supposed to be flawless.
but it didn't work. the cataclysm happened.
“'you manipulated us!'” arina's voice filled her head.
she did. she could no longer doubt it.
she was as toxic as her used-to-be friend.
she had to apologize and fix her mess. whatever it takes.

510 words for fourth part

total is 1139 words <3

Flaws:
My character is a young girl named Kat. She has many good traits, but sometimes these work against her. For example, she is very determined. I would love to be more like her in this way, especially when I need to be determined to get my weekly done. :⁠) But sometimes, she isn't so much determined as stubborn, as her mom quickly finds out. This can lead her to have arguments with several people in the story, instead of working well on a team. She is also very naive, which can make her many friends, but also gets her in some sticky situations, when she doesn't understand what she's doing. And she can be cocky at times, and thinks she knows it all, which, again, is horrible for working on a team. Adults tend to ignore this, because she is a kid, but other kids hate being talked down to. All in all, she has enough flaws to really make her an interesting character to write and read.
Development:
So, how does Kat develop? At the beginning of the story, she's a bossy, naive little girl. None of the other kids like her very much, and she doesn't really understand why. Then she finds the cat. She puts the cat's safety above her own feelings (which is a sign of development if I ever saw one) and asks the kids that were making fun of her to help find the cat a home. So, the cat changed her motivation, which changed her actions. Ironically, the cat helps her find the thing she was looking for at the start, which was friends. Of course, it isn't all upwards from there. Kat and her new friends fight, and she bosses them around. In this part of the story, she is trying to be a better friend, but she hasn't really gotten there yet. But, eventually, they learn how to make up, which is honestly more like friendship than fighting all the time, anyway. By the end of the story, Kat still has her flaws, but she has learned how to be a friend and work on a team. And she's almost ready for kindergarten! (I'm setting myself up for a sequel)
Motivation:
At the beginning of the story, Kat wants her mom to be proud of her, and to make friends. She wants people to like her, which I can definitely relate to. But this causes her to make some bad decisions. For example, because of her mom, she decides to do several questionable things that she thinks her mom will like, such as “painting” her room, and attempting to make breakfast. And because she wants to make friends, she keeps coming back to some kids that are bullying her. Eventually, though, this does lead her to ask them for help, propelling the story. And these aren't her only motivations. As the story goes on, she gets new ones, like finding a home for the cat, which overshadow earlier ones. For example, Kat prioritizes getting a home for the cat over making her mom proud of her when she disobeys her mom and hides the cat (and after that, she doesn't really care what her mom thinks). And her motivation of making friends changes to keeping friends when she makes some. Overall, Kat has different motivations that, in the start, are mostly caused by a need for people to like her. She makes some bad decisions because of this, but her motivations change eventually.
Short Story:
Kat skipped happily along the sidewalk, excited for school that day (for once). She normally dreaded going to school, but yesterday Mrs. Valentine had told them that they were going to make flowerpots today! Kat really wanted to make a white and blue striped one, or maybe white and purple polka dots. She would give it to her mom. Her “friend” Gabe had said he hated flowerpots (almost as much as he hated Kat, but she didn't remember that part) , but Amanda (another “friend”) said she would make an orange and… wait! What was that? Something had just run across the road in front of her. It looked like it was orangish red, but she couldn't really tell. Kat ran after it, chasing it for a block before it ducked into an alleyway. She went after it, until she got close enough that she could tell that it was a cat. A very dirty, mangy cat. It was a beautiful rust color, and you could tell it had been well fed and happy once. But not now. The poor thing looked like it had been starving, and you could see all its bones. Kat was a kind person, and knew she couldn't leave the cat in that alley. So she crept up, trying not to scare it. But feral cats are impossible not to scare (not that she knew that), and so when she peeked around the dumpster it was hiding behind, it screeched and scooted farther into the dark corner. “Nice kitty,” Kat said, thinking about what to do. She couldn't bring it home, but her mom wouldn't like it. She definitely couldn't take it to school. But how could she leave it here? Suddenly, Kat had an idea. She got a big box that was sitting next to the dumpster, and tried to put the cat in it. The cat scratched her a couple times, and Kat cried out. But she did get the cat in the box. “Stay right there, and I'll come back later,” she told the cat. Then she pulled some fruit snacks out of her bag and gave them to the cat. She'd tell her teacher that her mom forgot to pack her a snack. The cat was evidently hungry enough to eat fruit snacks, as it tore right through them. Kat started slowly backing out of the alley-and just in time, too. The cat started meowling for more food, and trying to scratch its way out of the box. It had been planning to scavenge for food, and fruit snacks weren't enough. Ignoring it, Kat walked out of the alley and back towards the school. Now she just had to come up with an excuse for being late.

daily for gothic! 271 words
this makes no sense but oh well </3


First, I’ll say, I apologize for calling, but I saw your face in a magazine today. We’ve grown too close, now we can’t amount to nothing. But please don’t ruin this for me. Please don’t make this harder than it already is. I know we’re not just hanging out.

I don’t care what you’re saying, I don’t want to participate in your game of manipulation—I know what you’re doing, trying to get me to pursue you. I want to feel all that love and emotion, be that attached to the person I’m holding. Someday I’ll be falling without caution, but for now, I’m only people watching. I’d rather lie than tell you I’m in love with you, but my eyes are welling up as you admit there’s someone new.

You gave her your sweater. It’s just polyester. But you like her better.

I wish I were Heather.

***

I waited all year at your feet, like maybe you’d love me. I thought hands were made for fighting, I thought eyes were made to cry, but you’re the first person that I’ve seen who’s proven that might be a lie.

But when you look in his eyes, do you think of mine?

And when you look at that smile,

do I cross your mind?

In those eyes, I see lifetimes I’ve had with you. Those years have passed but you laugh exactly the same. It’s something I’ve heard a million times in my life. But I’m not yours. I’m not yours, and I can’t change your mind.

But you know that I love you. Is it dumb believing you might love me too?


SONGS (all by conan gray!

Never Ending Song
Memories
Wish You Were Sober
Crush Culture
People Watching
Fight or Flight
Heather
Alley Rose
Lookalike
Holidays
Generation Why
Yours
This Song

Part 1 (171 words)

Audra is rash, and reckless. She’s the type to do something first, and ask questions later. She’s quick to take action, even if the situation requires more insight. Due to this, she’ll often believe what she wants to, and might come off as aloof and stubborn to others who don’t know her very much. This isn’t exactly wrong, as Audra can be very stubborn, and refuse to entertain certain points of view- especially when she’s set out to do something.

This might also interfere when she’s actually trying to sympathize with or understand someone else. While she’s able to express her own emotions, trying to understand someone else’s is hard for her- especially if they are someone she doesn’t like, and she will get frustrated easily and give up. She doesn’t maintain any boundaries and will sometimes do actions that are risky or dangerous, ignoring the consequences- preferring to deal with them later. Without anyone around to keep her in check, she’ll overestimate her own power and probably do something crazy.

Part 2 (217)
Audra starts out as someone who makes rash, reckless decisions to keep her younger brother and sister safe. She doesn’t care about the others, only themselves. And while she’s willing to go through really far measures to keep them all safe, she has this set of basic values of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’, which makes her quite naive in that manner. However, she’s quite determined to succeed at whatever plan she has in mind, and that’s a good thing. In the story, she (along with her siblings) discover the villages on the ranges and the plan all the chiefs had to keep them apart. She sees this as wrong after spending time in a few of these said villages, and together they try to free them. It’s a lot more than any of them expected though, especially her, and she faces things that make her question her morals, and ideals. Like when she realises that things aren’t always so black and white, and very mixed, gray. She can’t always have her cake and eat it. She needs to learn how to make tough decisions. In the end, she lets go of some of her rashness, and learns to be more patient and understanding, instead of just assuming things. She also lets go of her old set of morals.

Part 3 (217 words again?)

Oooh this is quite complicated. Audra’s main drive at the start of the story is to protect her siblings and keep them all safe. They’ve only had each other, and as the oldest she feels responsible for them. Everyone else comes second to that. Even when she realises what the villages are going through. She does want to help, but her brother and sister matter more than them . It isn’t pretty to admit, but she cares for them more. But the thing is, later onwards, this changes. She does still care about her brother and sister. She wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t. But Audra also broadens her morals. She knows they matter, but she realises that the people in the village suffering are slowly being more prioritised in her mind. She feels torn and conflicted for a while, but eventually her motivations change to the other people who need her, especially when she's already made some progress, and caught up in it. So yeah, her motivations change. It used to be protect her brother and sister and keep all of them together and safe and connected, but it changed to protecting the people who need her help and are kinda helpless and dependent on her. It's to keep all of them safe and happy too.

Part 4 (519)

The sunrise was the color of champagne. Not very pleasing as I had hoped, but a drained out gold. The light was weak. I stretched out, and yawned.

“Audra?” Callum called out from inside the rented cottage. I startled, turning back. I hadn't realised he was awake. “What is it? Go back to sleep Cal. Is Lyn awake too?”

He shook his head. “She's asleep.” he crept out, standing next to me. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine. Why?”

“Yesterday. You promised that guy from the village that you would help them.”

I bristled. “ That was Karyn. His family agreed to lend us the cottage for the time. I was just being polite.”

“But you sounded serious”

I sighed. This was the third village we came to - Aurays- and the people here had the same problems. ‘the outsiders are savages, and they demand everything we have’

Who these ‘outsiders' we're, I still didn't know. But I had a suspicion the chiefs of each village had something to do with it. They brought in mysterious ‘imports’, which gave them status. High status.

“I didn't /promise/ him alright? You know my priority will always be you and Lyn. As long as you two are safe.”

He smiled at that. I reached over and ruffled his hair. “Get some sleep, Cal. We'll need to leave soon”

“Audra.” He looked up at me. “Why are we always moving?”

I stiffened. “What?”

“We're just always moving. Never in one place. It isn't that bad. Just…tiring at times”

I stayed silent. “Do you want to settle down?”

“Maybe. Or maybe we don't leave a place right as we get there. We can stay for longer.”

I closed my eyes. The morning air was cold. Did they really think that? That we were always on the move? We had to keep moving. I needed to keep Callum and Lyn safe. That was all that really mattered, really. Mom and Dad left them to me. As oldest, it was my responsibility to make sure they were alright. No one place is safe for long. Keep moving. It was harder to run into trouble that way.

I glanced at my brother’s face. His pleading eyes. A few more days wouldn’t hurt.

“Alright. Just a few”

He beamed again, face breaking out into a grin. I smiled. His happiness mattered too, I supposed.

“Now go back to sleep. We’ll get breakfast later”

He obliged, and I stared up at the sky again. There was very faint shouting. Something with the village again. Another problem.

I thought back to the whole situation. I knew I needed to prioritise my family first, but these people were also going through something. Leaving them here wouldn’t be fair either. And besides, my brother wanted to stay here for longer. Leaving the situation like it was wouldn’t benefit anyone. I doubted I could do much anyway, but I could try, right?

Of course. And if it ever put Callum or Lyn in danger, we would leave. Of course.

I smiled. And it might have just been me, but the morning looked much brighter.

Weekly 01 - Character Development

part one - 205 words
creating a flawed character

My character, Honour, is far from perfect. Far from it. She's got many flaws, all which work in tandem to help her make bad choices. Her main flaw would be getting too attached to someone. She often gets emotionally attached to a person, finding it hard to leave them if she really needs to - or if they leave heer it won't exactly end well. She'll be left in an unstable state, and doesn't understand why. It makes it harder for her to understand the negatives of people - and often makes it easier for her to get used or worse. She has fears of being left alone, and this is where the weakness stems from. This fear has existed for so long, and she doesn't try to fix it at all. She will struggle, she'll become accquainted with so many people, some of them so terrible for her and she won't know until she's too deep in. She'll face rejection and loneliness, all proving to be a challenge of getting over her fear. By the end of the story, I want her to accept that it's ok to be alone, but she'll never recover from it. And still let too many people get close to her.




At the beginning, Honour will have all the flaws mentioned above and a deep fear of being alone, hated and anything related to it. Someone will have just left her, and she's going to be unstable emotionally. Her brain flooded with thoughts of why the person left. She'll fear herself, and hate on her insecurities more than she does. Her strengths are basically non-existent. Her goal - to not be alone.

As the story progesses she will slowly realise how each new person she meets, friend or maybe someone closer eats away at what's truly her. Only towards to end of this she'll fully realise, but deny it. She doesn't understand how they could be doing it, the tipping point when a guy violates her boundaries.

She will struggle along the way. Like I mentioned above, she'll struggle and she won't realise it until the very end. But in the end, I plan for her to accept that it's ok. And she'll think above the choices she makes more - and understand that people aren't always the best.

Gradually, she'll regain strengths she lost. Independence and bravery. It's hard for her, but she'll do it. She just hasn't had the best experiences.



Honour's deepest motivation is to never feel abandoned again. Every action, every choice to trust, every choice to stay, to overlook a red flag, is rooted in her overriding fear of being alone. Honour craves closeness not because she’s weak, but because loneliness has always felt like erasure, like becoming invisible. Her childhood, her entire childhood, she felt abandoned, from absent parents to little to no friends, she was always alone. And it causes her to want something more.

She wants to be seen, wanted, needed. She wants someone, anyone, to choose her and stay. Even if they don't treat her well, even if they are the worst person for her, she believes that if someone stays, it will prove she's worth something. She doesn’t chase love or friendship purely for joy, but to fill the aching void left by abandonment.

This motivation, however, soon becomes a cage. Her attachment grows obsessive. She clings even when it hurts, because the pain of staying seems smaller than the terror of being left behind. This desperation makes her vulnerable—easy to manipulate, easy to use, and hardest of all, easy to break. And it becomes the worst thing she could ever have before she truly understands that it's ok.




It was quiet.

An unerving silence that suffocated her being. Reminding her of every flaw she had.

She sat cross-legged on her bed, phone screen glowing in her hands. The last message from himwas still open.
“I can’t do this anymore.”

No explanation. No call. Just that.

She’d read it so many times she could see the letters behind her eyelids. Her fingers hovered, aching to text back. Beg. Apologize. Promise she’d change. Promise she’d never cry in front of him again. Promise she’d stop asking him to stay.

But she didn’t type anything. She couldn't. What if she ruin her chances?

Her chest hurt from holding it all in. Her eyes burned, but she didn’t cry. She’d cried enough already. In front of him, in her room, in bathrooms with locked doors. Her throat tightened.

She glanced around her room: the photo booth strip on the mirror, the hoodie he left behind, the playlist she made for him. Every corner of her space screamed him. Everything was a reminder.

She wanted to scream. She was slowly ripping apart at the seams.

A few hours passed, the girl still sat on her bed. Her eyes staring blankly down at the ground, like her soul had left her. Her breaths were shallow and shaky, and her eyes red, yet teary.

More hours passed. And she broke.

It took weeks for her to recover, she still remains unstable, unable to properly function. Her thoughts consistently reminding her about the burden she was, how she was the problem.

Weeks passed, she met new people. Become attached. The same cycle followed. First it was this girl, Clare, she took Honour to parties forcing her to drink, smoke. And of course, Honour followed. And it slowly ate away at her.

It wasn't long before the new girl decided to ditch Honour for her boyfriend. Next it was Jaxon, a frat boy who paraded Honour around. He treated her like a trophy. Until she was tossed away like before.

She went from person to person, suffering from her overarching fear of being alone. She couldn't be alone.

Then came him. And he crossed the line. Her boundaries were violated, and for the first time she left. It all came to her, all of it. None of these people were right, and she was losing herself in the process. All of her.

She never wanted to be alone. Unloved. Unliked. She didn't want to be worthless. But she would be if she lost her purpose, herself. And if being alone meant keeping her. She'd accept it.

It was quiet.

Until a notification popped up on her phone.

“Hey Honour, can I come over?”

Honour smiled. “No, I'm busy. But another day.”
this was so bad-but it's 3am so yeah :)

Daily 09 - Song Lyrics into a Story

And you don't wanna know.

Haven't slept in a week or two.
I think I might have fallen in love.

For the first time,
With a friend, it's a good sign.

I don't even know how it happened.

I feel your stares.
Your disapproval.

What the hell did I do?

And you swear you didn't know.
No wonder why you didn't ask.

I don't blame you,
But I can't change you.
Don't hate you, but

When I'm away from you,
I'm happier than ever.
Wish I could explain it better.

I worry this is how I'm always going to feel.
But nothing lasts, I know the deal.

Things fall apart, and time breaks your heart.

It's so weird.
That you care so much, until you don't.

But I wish you the best for the rest of your life.
Because for you,
I was the love of your life.
But you were not mine.