◆◇◆◇◆ EVIDENCE 9: SONG LYRICS ◆◇◆◇◆

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.

No one’s ever going to love me like that again.
I don’t know what to do without you.
I pushed this man as far as he could go.
Could you forgive me for that pain?

You gave me roses and I left them there to die.
‘Cause I can sometimes treat the people that I love like jewelry.
Every little moment spells regret.
Memories swim and haunt you.
Nothin’ I do is ever good.

Now you’re all gone, got your make-up on, and you’re not coming back.
Now real life has no appeal.

I was asleep for days, and now you’re the only thing keepin’ me awake.
No matter what I do I feel guilty.
I need to cry, but I can’t,
except for when I’m missing you.

I’ll lose my mind at least another thousand times.
Between you and me, it’s only getting worse.

I said, “I miss you so bad.”

♖ | 152 words

◆ SONGS USED (IN ORDER) ◆

- Feel Better (Penelope Scott)
- Francis Forever (Mitski)
- It Took Me By Surprise (Maria Mena)
- Sorry (Alex G)
- Back to December (Taylor Swift)
- Sorry (Halsey)
- My Time (bo en)
- rises the moon (Liana Flores)
- I Can’t Handle Change (Roar)
- Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl (yeule)
- Oh No! (MARINA)
- Things to Do (Alex G)
- Guilty (Cavetown)
- Juliet (Cavetown)
- I Don’t Smoke (Mitski)
- Devil Town (Cavetown)
- Amygdala’s Rag Doll (Ghost and Pals)
- Mis (Alex G)

Weekly 1:
Part 1:
Blossompaw is friendly cat, although she can very overprotective of her friends and family, especially her sister, which can be a problem because her sister sometimes wants to be more independent, or not talk about stuff with Blossompaw. Blossompaw also has kind of a ‘It’ll be fine!’ type of attitude attitude, which can be a bit a of problem, since she can be kind of reckless and careless sometimes. She’s kind of unserious, and isn’t very good at being serious, even when the situation calls for it, which can be kind of a problem. She really wants to help and be there for her sister, but isn’t always sure how to do that well, which can lead to problems between her and her sister. She wants to know about her sister’s life, maybe a bit too much, which makes her seem (and be) kind of nosey. She also wants to be good warrior, and sometimes overwork herself a bit.

159 words

Part 2:
Blossompaw’s goals are to protect her sister, and the other people she loves and cares about, and make good relationships, as well as protecting her clan and becoming a good warrior. Her strengths are that she is, well, strong. She is big and fairly muscular. She is not very good at stealth. She fears losing her loved ones, or failing at her warrior training. Some events and experiences are, well, her warrior training, and then how her sister is having trouble with her own relationships, and the fact that she might have a teeny tiny crush on her sister’s (ex?) girlfriend. BUT she has to support her sister no matter what, so she better ignore that, right? Even though her sister’s girlfriend (Crocodilepaw) is super cute (and tiny!). But she still better ignore that. And she really wants to know WHAT’S going on with them, but doesn’t want to be too nosy, and respect her sister’s privacy, but also really really wants to know. That’s kind of how she’s feeling about all of that. Eventually, she’ll become friends with Crocodilepaw, and her sister (Grapepaw), and her feelings for Crocodilepaw will fade (mostly), and she help her sister figure things out.

200 words

Part 3:
Her main motivation is becoming a good warrior. She wants to become a good warrior so she protect her clan, of course, but also more so, because, well, it’s just pretty every young cats’ dream to be an amazing warrior, she just held onto it a lot more then some. Selfishly, she wants to be the kind of warrior that elders tell stories about in future. Saying things like ‘Oh, Blossom(suffix) could defeat 50 enemy warriors with a single blow!’ or ‘Blossom(suffix) was the strongest cat in the forest! She could make the trees shake with her paws! No one ever could defeat her!’ But she feels horribly selfish thinking this, so she doesn’t tell most cats. She also kind of wants to be leader (or deputy), but not as much. She also looks up to her mentor, (since their a good and well respected warrior) and wants impress them, but also kind of feels a bit like she isn’t good enough for them, so she tries really hard to be a strong, good warrior for them. She also wants to be a strong warrior so she can protect her family (mainly her sister, Grapepaw), and her friends.

200 words

Part 4:
Blossompaw entered camp, and sat down. She was tired from her training, and was ready to maybe grab a bite to eat, hang out a little, and then get some well needed rest. Then, she saw her sister, Grapepaw, come into camp. “Hey Grapepaw!” She called out, smiling. “Oh, hey.” Grapepaw said, coming over. “Rough day?” Blossompaw asked. “Yeah.”
“Want to… talk about it?”
“Okay” Grapepaw sighed. “Crocodilepaw can so annoying sometimes, and she just, doesn’t really listen!” So Blossompaw listened, and nodded while her sister ranted to her. “Thanks.” Grapepaw said, at the end of it. “I’m gonna go get some rest.” And her sister walked away. Blossompaw got up and grabbed some prey to eat. After finishing, she was about to get up and walk into the apprentices den, when Crocodilepaw stormed into camp. “Oh… Hey, Crocodilepaw. You okay?” She asked, slightly concerned. Crocodilepaw raged sometimes, but it was still kind of concerning every time. Crocodilepaw scowled at her, but came and sat down anyway. “…Do you want to talk about it?” Blossompaw asked. “Fine.” Crocodilepaw hissed. “So, my mentor keeps trying to teach me how to climb, but I told them I’m not good at that, and…” Blossompaw began to zone out as she stared at Crocodilepaw’s cute little face- Nope! Nope! This is your sister’s girlfriend! Not yours! “Are you listening?!” Crocodilepaw snapped. “Yep, yep! I’m listening!” Blossompaw said quickly. Crocodilepaw rolled her eyes, but kept talking. She tried to listen, but she kept zoning out partly, thankfully, Crocodilepaw didn’t notice. Finally, she left, and so Blossompaw went to the apprentice’s den and slept.
The next morning, she ate some food, then went and found her mentor to train. Her mentor, Flintclaw, was a strong light gray cat with darker gray speckles. “There you are, Blossompaw! Ready to go?” Blossompaw nodded, and they headed out. They battle trained (which she was good at), and hunted (which she was good at), and practiced stealth (which she was not good at), climbing (which she was okay at). She headed back to camp, feeling a bit tired, with a good load of prey, and her mentor next to her. “You did good today.” Flintclaw said, smiling at her. “Thanks!” Blossompaw said, and then she put the prey she caught in the prey-pile, and went to sit in a mossy patch of sun, a bit away from camp. She yawned, sprawling out. She liked hunting, and training, and climbing, and hang out with cats, but Starclan, was it nice to just relax a bit. She rolled around in the warm mossy, grassy patch. She kind of liked being alone somewhat. She smiled, and closed her eyes to sleep. Just for a little while.

453 words

1012 words all together

Weekly 1: Character Development (1,455 words total)

Part 1: Creating a Flawed character (207 words)

The character I have chosen to analyze is Raya, from Between the Stars, my Star Wars fanfic project that I've been working on-and-off on for about three years now.

Raya's life was impacted by tragedy and trauma, which has driven her down a dark path. Her Mandalorian warrior heritage predisposes her to see violence as the solution to her problems, and she holds a black-and-white view of good and evil. When she feels attacked, threatened, or even insulted, she will snap back without the slightest regard for how that reaction might hurt others. Even if her actions lead to negative consequences, her upbringing as a spoiled princess has given her a hefty self-serving bias, and she can often twist the situation to avoid guilt.
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She isn't heartless - she will help others when they need it, and bonus points if she feels like a hero afterwards, even if others “don't appreciate” it. As long as she doesn't need to feel guilty, she will be empathetic and diplomatic, but it doesn't take much for her self-defense mechanisms to overfire, which can lead to conflict. When she gets it into her head that someone is “evil” she stops trying to empathize with them and becomes cruel and ruthless.

Part 2: (466 words)
At the beginning, Raya is young, confused, heartbroken, and angry. Before she lost her family, she was pretty much a warrior princess, and she still has that physical and mental strength, but also is vain and overconfident. One of her weaknesses is that she can be easily manipulated. Her anger and desire for vengeance clouds her judgement, which can lead her to actions she later regrets. She desires company, support, and friendship, to try to replace the bonds and connections she lost. She also desires revenge, yearning for others' pain to fill the chasm in her soul. At the same time, she fears ambush and betrayal - she doesn't want to risk getting close to someone only to lose them again, and she's afraid of not being strong enough to protect them. She's afraid of getting caught by the Empire, and angry but still afraid of those who hurt her family. She's afraid that they will take everything away from her again, and that she will again be powerless to stop them.

While she was hiding from the Empire, she rescued an imperial cadet named Pedram. Along the way, she became conflicted and confused when she joined the Empire to hide her true identity. She rose the ranks and questioned herself as she dove deeper and deeper into the web, until she was offered a way out—betray the Empire and join the rebellion. This meant betraying her only friend, Pedram, and left her filled with guilt.

With the rebels, she witnessed acts that hurt people, which dulled her conviction in the duality of right and wrong. In time, she returns as a spy within the Empire, where she gains a mentor in the Imperial Commander restricted to an administrative position, Raya's skills are sharpened in mamputation and spycraft.

Eventually, she takes her mentor's place as imperial commander, and cuts herself off from the rebellion. She stays in power in her corner of the galaxy, but does her best to instill order instead of tyranny, allowing a sale place for fugitives as long as they give up all lies to the larger rebellion. When the Empire falls, Raya turns over control to a puppet leader, but remains powerful behind the scenes.

At the end, she's still a ruthless, strong person filled with confidence and ego. She has learned patience and caution, and the flames of revenge no longer burn bright within her. She still holds friendship and support as important valves, but will pull those threads to her convenience for the “greater good.” It's more difficult to manipulate the older Raya, but her desire for power and strength can still blind her. She holds her found family close, and will do anything to protect them, and she has adopted a more cynical view of the universe.

Part 3: Explain character motivations. (294 words)
Before the story begins, Raya's main motivations are dictated by her family and social goals. She's the heir to a commander, so she wants to be strong, skilled, and show off. She isn't perfect, and has to train hard, but she's supported by her friends, who have been trained to see her as a leader. Her main goal at the moment is to maintain the lead in her village, which, in lieu of any true conflict, is focused on competitive sports. On the eighteenth anniversary of her cohort, she wants to impress her parents and friends, and be raised to her parents' equal during the coming-of-age ceremony. She's also lighthearted and charismatic, and wants to enjoy life with her friends. In a nutshell, Raya's main motivations are to gain self-esteem, power, and social support.

After the attack on her village, Raya wants to hide from the Empire, and is motivated by fear and self-preservation to stay away from them. At the same time, she is conflicted with hatred and anger, and although she wants revenge, she doesn't see any achievable way of accomplishing it. So instead, she focuses on her goals of safety and support. However, that desire for revenge is still lurking under the surface, and she won't hesitate to pursue it once she gains the means to do so. Overall, a strong motivator for her is the desire to find a safe, supportive community, and she thinks she can do that by reciprocating the feeling. By being good to others, she can hope that they'll do the same for her. This fuels her hero complex. All these motivations can appear and disappear at limes, and when some needs are filled, other previously suppressed motivations - like revenge and power - can reappear.

Part 4: (488 words)

The blade sang through the air, but the warrior was faster. She stepped to the side, let it swing past, and then struck. There weren't many people who could make spear work so majestic, but the young woman was no ordinary person. Her movements flowed like those of a dancer - graceful, relaxed, yet carefully controlled. Wood struck metal, sending up sparks, but even that accentuated the symphony. The warrior's opponent collapsed under the blow, sending up waves of dust.

The victor raised her head, and Raya knew her well enough to know she was grinning underneath that helmet. Sure enough, as the warrior lifted her helmet, her smile was warmer than the sun.

“You asleep, Blasters?” Merel called from Raya's left. “Spear just kicked your rear!”

Xyni groaned from the ground, easing off her helmet, “Shut up, Dagger.”

Tora, still grinning, leaned down to offer her a hand. “Sorry,” she offered. “I just really wanted to try that.”

Xyni scowled good-naturedly, and reached up to take Tora's hand. “You won't get me with that one twice.”

Tora met Raya's eyes, still smiling.“ Round two, Siege?”

Raya grimaced. “Don't call me that.” She considered it for a few moments, then shook her head. “It's too hot out. Let's call it a day and head to the lake.”

Behind her, Eylar and Kay whooped.

“Race you there, boys!” Merel called, bolting for the jetpacks. Xyni started to follow, but froze. Raya followed her gaze.

Tora's face was strained. “Hey Blasters, could you go make sure they don't run off yet?” Xyni looked back between Raya and Tora, then scampered off without a word. Raya didn't blame her.

“Do you actually -” Tora started.

“You always have to ruin the mood, don't you?” Raya snapped, then instantly regretted it.

Tora's eyes were cold, "I was going to try to be nice about this, but whatever. We're - no, you're not going to make it if you keep this up.“

Raga started to retort, but Tora cut her off. ”We're going to lose if we don't keep training. Do you think the other cohorts are goofing off at the lake right now?“

Raya glared. ”We're not going to lose. Would it kill you to have some fun once in a while?“

Tora stalked past, sliding her helmet back on. ”I thought winning was fun. But whatever you say, Commander."

Then she was gone. Raya kicked the dirt, cursing under her breath. She's wrong. She doesn't have a clue how to be a commander. Does she really expect us to win if we're miserable? Raya slid her helmet on, relishing the sting of cold metal. I'm not going to let her under my skin. I'll prove she's wrong.

As she walked toward the others, Raya didn't meet Tora's gaze. Anger welled up inside her. We could have had a good time, she seethed internally. What's the use of doing anything for her?

once upon a time in a land far far far away (it was really far), there was a dog and a cat who were best friends for the rest of their little lives and they absolutely loved it. they were best friends since they could remember and their moms were besties for the resties too! anyway, the dog barked at all the mailbox men that would come drop of their coupons and mail, and the cat would climb up trees with a video recorder to catch the mazing moments on camera. they made a website with all the footage they had collected over the years and a tv company reached out to them asking if they could make a movie out of all the videos they had made together. the dog and cat were skeptical at first but then eventually agreed for the money and all the dog and cat treats it could buy. so the movie was created one day and they got hundreds of views and laughs from

daily for script 7/9/25

Do you remember happy together? I do, don't you? I tried with you, saw my life with you. Now we're strangers. Remember those walls I built? Well, baby, they're tumblin' down. I can't breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn't easy. Don't tell me that your love is gone. (Well yeah) I push my luck, it shows, and my mother accused me of losing my mind. But I swore I was fine, and I despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you. Yeah, I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you. (Because) you betrayed me and I know that you'll never feel sorry, all you do is push me out. Are there still beautiful things? I really hate the way you think that you can get away, blaming all your stupid problems on your mental state. I'm tired of burnt out lies. (‘sorry’), you say it but you just don't mean it. You're so insane.

162 words counting the ones in parentheses

Note: If a word is in parentheses, it's not a lyric

Songs Included:
I miss you i’m sorry - gracie abrams
Love is gone
Halo- beyonce
Intentions- justin bieber
Cry for me - the weeknd
I love you i’m sorry - gracie abrams
Dear john - taylor swift
Lacy - olivia rodrigo
Traitor- olivia rodrigo
Mystical magical - benson boone
Seven- taylor swift
Cry- benson boone
Way less sad - AJR

song lyrics
154 words

Dreamers, they never learn — you do it to yourself, you do, and that’s what really hurts. What was that you tried to say? We are accidents, waiting, waiting to happen. Are you fracturing? Are you torn at the seams? Why can’t you forget?

They love me like I was a brother, they protect me, listen to me. And they fed us on little white lies, where two plus two always makes a five. Just cause you feel it, doesn’t mean it’s there. You’ve got a head full of feathers.

Everything I touch turns to stone, because I keep falling over, I keep passing out, when I see a face like you. This is my way of saying goodbye, because I can’t do it face to face. I am up in the clouds, and I can’t, and I can’t come down.

They ask me where the hell I’m going? I hit the bottom and escape.

bold: extra words added in not from song lyrics

song list in order (all by radiohead because i thought i'd challenge myself)
Daydreaming
Just
There, There
Everything in its Right Place
We Suck Young Blood
Planet Telex
(Nice Dream)
Motion Picture Soundtrack
2 + 2 = 5
There, There
Faust Arp
Blow Out
Black Star
Videotape
Where I End and You Begin
The Tourist
Weird Fishes / Arpeggi

Daily #9 - A Letter to an Ex - 162 words
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!
Also, I did edit random words in lyrics just so this made a little more sense. Anything I edited is written in italics.

I didn’t think you’d understand me ‘cause I got too wild. And that’s about the time you walked away from me, so now it’s time to leave and make it alone. And now I wonder why am I hit on by the boys I never like? I’ve tried to hide it, fake it, but I’m so sick of love songs. I’ve been told everything we know is just something we’re taught, and everything we hate is just something we’ve bought along the line. But sometimes to win, you’ve got to sin; don’t mean I’m not a believer. Now, I think it’s time to take a heart break, since I’d still pick my friends over you. They stop me before I do it again, or beg for a sign when I want to be hit just one more time. Now, looking back on the things I’ve done, I guess that I don’t need that though now you’re just somebody I used to know.

Songs That These Lyrics Are From (in order):
we can't be friends by Ariana Grande
Golden by HUNTRX, EJAE, AUDREY NUNA, REI AMI, & Kpop Demon Hunters Cast (from Kpop Demon Hunters)
What's My Age Again? by blink-182
Bye Bye Bye by *NYSNC
A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton
Take a Hint by Nightcore Reality (originally from Victorious)
So Sick by Ne-Yo
Let It Land by Tonight Alive
Angel With a Shotgun by Dark Nightcore (originally by The Cab)
Heart Break by Lady A
My Friends Over You by New Found Glory
Infected by Bad Religion
…Baby One More Time by Britney Spears
Shape of My Heart by Backstreet Boys
Somebody I Used to Know by Gotye feat. Kimbra

weekly 1
PART 1

She once trusted too freely. Once this trust was broken, she never truly recovered. She can no longer find it within herself to trust, but she still finds herself drawn to the first person she ever trusted, who also happens to be the one who broke it.

She’s overly reliant on her best friend (and more) in the emotional sense. Noor is everything, the best thing in her life, her great betrayer. Everything in her life seems to loop back to Noor. She needs to learn how to detangle herself from Noor before she can grow on her own.

She would do anything for Noor. Linking back to the last point, there are no lines that she could not cross for Noor. Even if that means betraying someone else’s trust. Even if it means potentially wrecking someone else’s life. Noor was the first good thing in her life and she will hesitate at nothing to keep her safe.


PART II
Callista is stubborn. She clings hard to her beliefs, but the story tugs her forward and forces her to change. She vows to herself not to trust anyone at the beginning of Just Dreams and Nothing More but this proves harder and harder as Noor lures her back in. Callista never can resist her oldest friend and Noor gradually regains Callista’s trust.

Callista also isn’t one to make slot of friends, but Yrene does definitely become an acquaintance and progresses onto a friend in the course of the story. That way, she isn't overly reliant on Noor (trust me, Noor was her only friend as a teenager). I think Irene would help her see how life is too short to go without trusting anyway and learn how easy it is to trust when you try. She also learns that life is too short notice to spend it with the one you love through Irene.

She never does, though, let go of her loyalty. It might seem sometimes that she doesn’t value the people in her life but that isn’t true. Callista is very genuine in her friendships. When Noor becomes possessed, Callista refuses to give up on her. For the better or worse, she keeps her confined in her cell, just because she can’t let go. This is a concept I want to explore in her own spin-off!

PART III
Callista is very much driven by wanting to avoid Noor. She knows she’ll end up forgiving Noor easily if they see each other too often so she makes a point of avoiding Noor. And though her heartstrings are pulled by Noor, she resists for as long as she can. She resigns her post at Noor’s house for it, joining a post at the castle instead.

However, she is also very much driven by protecting Noor though she does try to hide it. She decides to reveal Irene’s secret, though she was entrusted with it, a scared thing she knew would be sacrilege to break. Yet there is no higher thing than Noor in Callista’s world and this motivates her to publicise that Irene is sneaking out of the palace. Throughout her own spin-off, she learns that she needs her own space away from Noor and that, to really grow, she needs time on her own. I hope that she could join Irene in the North for a while, to pick up some skills, and then return back to Noor. As she will for all her life.

Upholding her honour is also a big motivation for her. She isn’t proud but she does want to be respectable and staying in Noor’s house at the beginning of the story after all that Noor’s father did to her wouldn’t be her.

She also discovers more about her powers and this launches her into territory that she may not have ventured into before, leading to questions about her own heritage and what she can do with magic.

PART IV

Callista had been able to trust, once. She truly had been. She never gave out her heart like it was an insignificant flower to be tossed out of a bouquet but she hadn’t guarded it like it were a pearl either. She trusted, she supposed, like an ordinary person did, picking and choosing when to give it out but never holding it too close to her chest.

Since Noor had struck, like lightning at midnight, she had never seemed to be able to dole out her trust to any other. If an ordinary person’s trust was like giving out flowers to passers-by who caught your eye, Callista’s was like offering the entire gods-* bouquet to one person.

She hadn’t been able to talk freely to anyone else since. Noor had rendered her speechless, in more ways than one. Callista could hardly remember the toddler that her mother had described as bumbling and clumsy. Every movement of hers was swift and soundless now.

Callista was not meant to be seen. Slave or servant, paid or unpaid, no one wanted her around. Their chief barely met her eyes while he shoved a wad of money into her outstretched palm and then he would be gone, barely having acknowledged her.

There was no life, Callista decided, in which she would be heard. No life in which anyone would want to hear her, want to gain her trust. Who would want that, from a meek servant girl?

Certainly not the girl who had betrayed her in every way possible. Noor had made it clear that she did not intend to keep her around for any reason other than that she had no other company.

The blisters on her feet, the ache in her arms as she swept the broomstick once more, would fade. Callista didn’t think the imprints that Noor had left on her soul, like fingerprints a potter makes on their work, would rub off.

Everything in her life was intertwined with Noor’s. Like the two blades of grass she had weaved together as a child and handed to Noor, calling it a friendship bracelet. Noor had pulled herself out of the narrative, but Callista couldn’t seem to detangle herself.

This was written with Part 1 being the person falling in love with the other person, Part 2 is them being in love, Part 3 is when they break up, and Part 4 is the person after it all. This is based of one of my favorite ships if it existed in the canon and was still canon compliant.
Word count: 320
If anyone could've saved me
It would've been you
I hate who I was before
How people look at me
Don’t wanna care
Stone cold like the rock that sits in my chest
Now I'm a cynic, I couldn't prevent it
My body has died, but I'm still alive
Running your fingers through your hair
Say it’s gonna be alright
I couldn't hurt somebody so sweet
My heart fell to love again
If I fall, I'll die

Do you think we’ll be in love?
You make my heart go dada-dum
Wanna be your muse
Two lovers in a myth
I wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat
'Til our fingers decompose
How could you love somebody like me?
I just can't get you out of my head
I don't need eternal life, I believe in us
I dream of you almost every night
Just us, you find out

And the memory tried to break me
You grab the keys and say goodbye to no one
You gave no word or warning
I lost the last piece of my heart
But you like her better
No, I'll never be all right, but maybe I'll get close
Hold it all together with a little duct tape
So I guess I'll get over it
Bleedin', feelin' so depleted
He said he'd love me all his life
But that life was too short
Someone tell me if this is Hell

I know I said I'd stop before I drown
Sinking under, losing sleep
I can't save us, my Atlantis, we fall
I like a dark room with nobody but pain
I won't cry for you
I can't forgive all the pain I felt
All the saints of Notre Dame, will sing the tragedy of our song
One teardrop from my eye
All alone, open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age

You’re on your own kid
You always have been
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Sombr - would’ve been you
Sombr - would’ve been you
Melanie Martinez - VOID
Emei - Late to the Party
Emei - Late to the Party
NEONI - Funeral
NEONI - Funeral
Melanie Martinez - Death
Baby Jane - Da Da Dum
Lana Del Rey - Diet Mountain Dew
Artemas - how could u love somebody like me?
Men I Trust - Show me How
Get over it - Charlotte Sands

Lana Del Rey - Diet Mountain Dew
Baby Jane - Da Da Dum
Isabel LaRosa - Muse
Baby Jane - Myth
Noah Kahan - Everywhere, Everything
Noah Kahan - Everywhere, Everything
Artemas - how could u love somebody like me?
Banshee - I can’t get you out of my head
Baby Jane - All the Saints of Notre Dame
Surf Curse - Freaks
The Neighborhood - Sweater Weather

Baby Jane - Air
Baby Jane - Three Hail Marys
Baby Jane - Night Terrors
Baby Jane - Night Terrors
Conan Gray - Heather
Charlotte Sands - Alright
Emei - Scatterbrain
Charlotte Sands - Get over it
Emei - Irresponsible
Taylor Swift - I Can do It with a Broken Heart
Taylor Swift - I Can do It with a Broken Heart
Melanie Martinez - VOID

Maggie Lindemann - Loner
Ari Abdul - Stay
Seafret - Atlantis
Maggie Lindemann - Loner
Isabel LaRosa - Cry For You
Baby Jane - Cemetery Date
Baby Jane - All the Saints of Notre Dame
Djo - End of Beginning
MGMT - Little Dark Age

Taylor Swift - You’re on your own kid
Taylor Swift - You’re on your own kid

Word War #2 ⟡ 242 words

Duration: 3 minutes
Against: Waterfall - Thriller
Prompt: “Maybe jumping off the cliff was a bad idea…”
Outcome: Lost

Maybe jumping off the cliff had been a bad idea, but maybe not. I can't be completely sure yet, I think as I wander down the path, slurping my slushy. Jumping off the cliff had been fun, especially doing the flips in the sea at the end, but now I was sopping wet and I had managed to loose both of my flip flops at the end. Okay, I think they might have flown onto a rock somewhere, but they're still lost. Maybe jumping off the cliff was a bad idea because I was wearing flip flops. And also because I was slurping a slushy while falling- it's still not finished yet. I think some of it got into the sea. Maybe jumping off the cliff was a bad idea because my slushy got into the sea. Can fish have slushies? I've never asked. Maybe jumping off the cliff was a bad idea because I dragged the dog with me. I don't think Toffee has ever jumped off a cliff before, but we may never know. Maybe she has. But I think that was a bad idea because Toffee is just a puppy- a very adorable puppy- and she might get sick. I look down at the path. She just got sick. Okay, jumping off the cliff was DEFINITELY a bad idea. But it's okay. Because I got to do flips at the end. I slurp my slushy once more. Ewww. There's

I did the weekly!!!
Part 1: My character, Arralyn Reed, has many flaws. First of all, she likes reading more than anything else in the world. If someone asked her to save the world, and told her that she was the only one who could do it, she might say “Maybe after I finish my book.” In fact, that’s probably exactly what she would say. Secondy, she will say or do anything to get what she wants. Doesn’t matter what the price is: your firstborn child, your house, your hand, anything. Especially if what she wants is extremely important to her. She will even go so far as to make threats or hurt people. She’s also quite impulsive. If someone does something she doesn’t like, she will punch them without hesitation. Plus, she’s not very good at peaceful negotiating. She’ll often resort to threats. Lastly, even though she likes dropping water balloons on people’s heads and playing other pranks, she’s never been caught, so she’s never really been punished. She doesn’t really know what consequences are. || 170 words
Part 2: At the beginning, Arralyn is the character described above. All she wants to do is read. So when adventure (in the form of a girl named Alia who wants to go on a quest) come a-knocking at her door (literally), she says “no thanks.” She’s got a really good book waiting for her on the couch, and all she wants to do is read it. But when she sits back down to read, she finishes her book. So she realizes that maybe an adventure does sound nice, and goes to find Alia. That’s the first part of her development: she realizes that reading isn’t all there is to life. Anyways, she goes on a moderately short journey to Atlantis, where Alia goes missing. Arralyn realizes that Alia really matters to her, and embarks on a new quest: find Alia. Suddenly, she has a new goal: save Alia and gain her first friend. So she forces an Atlantian to tell her where Alia is, fights a bunch of other Atlantians, and ends up finding Alia. But when Alia learns that Arralyn hurt a bunch of random Atlantians trying to do their jobs, she’s mad. And Arralyn gets mad back. And they don’t speak for the entire ride home. However, when Arralyn gets home, she realizes that she can’t go back to the boring life she had before, and apologizes to Alia. She realizes her mistakes and, in the end, becomes a better person. || 242 words
Part 3: At the start, Arralyn’s motivation is that she likes reading. Pretty simple. But then, she realizes that she does want to go on an adventure, and her motivations change: now she wants to go on an adventure. But slowly, throughout the next few paragraphs, Arralyn realizes that her motivation has changed yet again: now she wants to have a friend. Now Alia is missing, though, and all Arralyn can think is that she needs to save her. So she goes on her quest to find Alia, and when she does, Alia is horrified that Arralyn hurt a bunch of Atlantians while trying to get to her. Arralyn is mad that Alia didn’t even say thank you for her rescue. So now Arralyn’s goal has gone back to basically what it was at the start: relax. But when she tries to take a nap, she is reminded of how dull her life was before her quest, how dull it will be now. And she remembers why she fought all of those Atlantians, too: her need for the kind of friendship described in her books. Oh, how glorious it sounds to her. So her goal is now to find Alia and apologize. Which she does. || 203 words
Part 4: Arralyn Reed liked reading and throwing water balloons at people. That was really it. She had an acquired taste. So on this particular dreary Monday, when it was so rainy that people were getting doused by water even without her interference, she was engrossed in a particularly good book. It was so good, she almost didn’t hear the knock on her door that morning. But it was also a particularly loud knock, so Arralyn did hear it. And she really had no choice but to go and see who it was. She couldn’t exactly pretend she didn’t hear it. So she got up and opened the door. Standing on her porch was a girl around her age (fourteen) with light brown hair, dark-ish skin, huge, black, round glasses, and war paint on the side under her eyes.
“Hi! My name is Alia. Would you like to go on a quest with me?” the girl asked.
Arralyn was surprised. Since when did fourteen-year-old girls go around asking people if they wanted to go on quests? Besides, she had a really good book waiting for her on her couch…..
“No thanks,” Arralyn said.
Alia blinked.
“No thanks? Really?” Alia repeated. “This could change your life! It’s an adventure!”
“Sorry. Not today,” Arralyn shrugged.
And then she went back to the couch and immersed herself in her book yet again.
Alia huffed and closed the door. When Arralyn looked out the window, she saw Alia talking to her neighbor, Finley, probably about a quest. She sighed with relief. Now she could spend the rest of the day reading.
Arralyn turned the page and happily read the acknowledgements.
Wait. The acknowledgements? That meant…. That meant that she had finished her book. That she had passed up the offer of adventure for nothing.
Arralyn closed her book, her mind made up. She had made a mistake. And now, she would find Alia
and go on that quest!
This proved harder than it sounded. Alia was nowhere to be found! She wasn’t with Finley, who wassitting on a porch swing napping. She wasn’t at the house next to Finley’s. She wasn’t at any of the houses on her street! There was no way Alia had already gone through all of the houses. So that meant she must be taking a break! Arralyn checked her watch. Lunchtime. If Alia was taking a break, she would probably be getting lunch. That was what Arralyn would be doing. And there was only one place to get food within walking distance… Arralyn groaned inwardly. She hated that place.
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“Pizza! Pizza!” cried a guy in a pizza costume next to the Leaning Tower of Pizza, Arralyn’s least favorite pizza place of all time. The man who owned the place, Gerrardo (whose name was actually Brian), always used an incredibly fake Italian accent even though his pizza wasn’t even made the Italian way. It was infuriating.
But next to the pizza guy sat Alia. So Arralyn brushed away her fury and sat down next to her.
“I changed my mind,” Arralyn said, tapping Alia on the shoulder. “I do want to go on a quest.”
“Really?” Alia perked up.
“Yup!” She nodded.
“Well then, let’s get moving!” Alia cheered. “I have everything we need on the boat. Let’s go!”
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“We’re here!” cries Alia. “The lost city of Atlantis!”
“Really? That was fast,” Arralyn snaps her head up, closes her book, and cranes her head over the side of the boat.
“I don’t see it…” she says when she finds only water.
“Of course you don’t, silly, it’s underwater! Like, really deep underwater,” Alia says.
Arralyn lets out a disappointed exhale and opens her book back up.
“Tell me when we’re ready to dive under,” She says as she immerses herself in a different world inside the words.
“Uh, Arralyn?” Alia waves a hand between Arralyn and her book. “We’re ready now.”
Arralyn huffs and closes her book yet again.
“Can it wait until I finish my chapter?” She asks grumpily.
“I mean, I suppose… but it would take some work on my part to make sure we don’t drift away too far…. You see, the portal is in a very specific place, and if we don’t dive in at precisely the exact place, it’s possible we won’t be sucked into the portal,” Alia says. “And then we won’t be the first ones to discover Atlantis, so….”
“Okay, fine. Let’s do it,” Arralyn relents.
Alia leads her to the rim of the boat and they both step up onto it.
“3….. 2….. 1…… Jump!” Alia cries.
And then they are submersed by awful inky black darkness.
“Turn on your flashlight!” Alia hisses.
Arralyn fumbles around for the switch on the handheld device and suddenly a shiny beam cuts across the water. She shines it around the water in search of a sign of magic.
“Where’s the portal? Weren’t we supposed to be sucked into it?” She asks. “Alia?”
“You were,” an unfamiliar voice hisses from behind her. Arralyn whirls around in surprise, only to find whatever had spoken had disappeared.
“Alia? Is that you?” She asks nervously.
No answer.
“Alia? Where are you?”
“Your friend is not here,” The voice says, somehow behind her once again.
“What? What do you mean? She was here! Just a second before you started to talk…. You didn’t hurt her, did you? She’s a really nice person, she’d never do anyone harm! Let her free!” Arralyn cries, realizing as she talks how much she had begun to care about Alia, the person who had brought her adventure in her boring life. She had always wanted a best friend like the one in her books… and now the only person who had ever given Arralyn the time of day was gone.
“Your friend is fine,” the voice says calmly.
“What’s your definition of fine?” she asks. “Who are you, anyway?”
“She was not hurt,” it says.
“But what did you do to her? Where is she?” Arralyn shouts.
“No need to yell. She is fine,” it repeats.
“If you won't tell me where she is, I’ll find out on my own. And who knows what sort of trouble I could start? I’m not afraid to punch a few of your friends. Better tell me now, so you’re not in hot water with your boss,” she warns.
“Hmm… You make a valid point,” the voice decides. “Come with me.”
A humanoid creature with murky blue skin, silky black hair, webbed feet and hands suddenly appears before her. It waves for Arralyn to follow it and dashes off.
Arralyn swims as fast as she can after it, hardly able to breath as she paddles faster than any human ever before.
Suddenly, the creature stops. Arralyn looks up, and what she sees is more beautiful than any place above them.
Atlantis. She made it. After a lifetime of boredom, she actually made it to Atlantis.
“Your friend is inside the palace,” the creature says, and it swims off into the city.
Arralyn can’t help but stand there in awe for a few more seconds. Then, she shakes herself out of her stupor and wades past the archway that announces, “Welcome to Atlantis!”
Soon, she comes to a stop at a wall of creatures similar to the one who led her here,these ones clad in armor, all in front of a beautiful coral palace.
“Halt! What is your purpose here?” One says.
“Uh… I am here to find my friend. I was told she was inside?” Arralyn stammers, then tries to draw herself up to look menacing, grinding her fist into her hand and glaring at them.
“Hmmph. What does your friend look like?” It sniffs, looking dubiously at her efforts to scare them.
“She has brown skin, wavy black hair, and round spectacles,” she scowls.
“The human?” Another one asks.
She nods in response.
“The queen said another one would probably be here soon,” the first one whispers to its friend.
“Come in,” The second one says, gesturing for Arralyn to go into the palace. As Arralyn wades toward it, a few of the soldiers follow close behind her.
The palace is the most gorgeous, breathtaking place Arralyn has ever seen. All of the walls were twisted with coral, and the walls themselves were a beautiful ivory color. There were portraits of creatures that Arralyn could only assume were the past monarchs of Atlantis. Rainbow fish dashed past her every step she took. But most breathtaking of all was the queen herself. Her pearly, light pink skin glowed against her wavy black hair. Her eyes were light crystals, and they seemed to change color slowly every few seconds. Her dress was white, and it trailed behind her on the stairs she was currently walking down.
“Hello, Arralyn,” she said.
“How do you know my name?” Arralyn asked, trying to keep up her menacing appearance. “And where’s Alia?”
“All will be revealed soon enough,” said the queen.
“How about now?” Arralyn challenged.
“Paitence, dear. We have plenty of time,” the queen gestured to the clock above her. It was frozen in place. “In fact, we have infinite time.”
“How did you do that?” Arralyn asked, in awe despite herself. As she looked around, she saw that all of the creatures around her were frozen in place, just like the clock.
The queen smiled.
“Time magic,” she said simply.
“Wow…. I mean….” Arralyn, thinking quickly, grabbed one of the frozen soldiers, stole its sword and pressed the blade against its throat.
“What are you doing with him, child?” the queen asked, bemused.
“If you don’t tell me where she is right now… I’ll… I’ll hurt him really badly!” Arralyn warned.
“You don’t want to do that….” the queen said, her voice dangerously calm.
Arralyn’s nerve wavered, but she didn’t drop her sword. In fact, she pressed it even closer to his neck.
“Let him go,” the queen demanded. When Arralyn didn’t move, she snapped her fingers and suddenly all of the soldiers came back to life and rushed at Arralyn. When the one Arralyn was holding realized where he was, he frantically tried to squirm his way out of her grip. But Arralyn, not to be deterred, flipped him over onto the ground, hard, and stomped her foot onto his chest, brandishing her sword menacingly.
“Anyone else want a turn?” She asked.
One of the creatures tried to rush at her from behind, but Arralyn saw her coming and kicked her back with her free leg. While she was doing that, though, she lost her focus on the other soldiers, and soon she felt two burly arms lift her up into the air. The soldier she had stomped on glared at her while she struggled helplessly in the air.
“Your Majesty,” the soldier carrying her bowed as best he could while carrying her. “The offender has been caught. “
“I can see that,” the queen said, still serene. “Let her down, please. I’ll take care of her.”
The soldier did as told.
Arralyn took advantage of this and fled as fast as she could towards a staircase, but with a clap of her hands the queen stopped Arralyn in her tracks with some sort of invisible magical bonds.
“Arralyn, child, this has gone too far. You need to take a few deep breaths. Do you really want to be doing this?” the queen asked sternly.
“Yes! I need to find Alia! Tell me where she is!” Arralyn yelled.
“Very well. Anemone, take her to the dungeon!” the queen clapped her hands again, and Arralyn’s bonds were gone. But before she could get any farther, another soldier picked her up and flung her over its shoulder.
“Let me go!” Arralyn shouted. But the soldier, apparently named Anemone, did not obey. Arralyn was dropped into a dank, smelly dungeon, just close enough to the door to here the click of the lock.
“Let me out!!!” Arralyn pounded on the door. No one came.
“Arralyn?” came a small voice from the corner.
“Alia? Is that you?” Arralyn gasped.
Arralyn turned around just in time to see Alia’s face before she got tackle-hugged.
“Where were you?” Alia asked.
“Trying to save you!” Arralyn wheezed, hardly able to breathe, even with the oxygen tank on her back, from the ginormous hug. “I had to fight a million of those creatures to get to you!”
“You… what?” Alia asked, releasing Arralyn with a confused look on her face.
“You know those creatures that live here? I had to fight them to get to you! It was awful! And now we’re both stuck here…” Arralyn sighed.
“You…. hurt them? Arralyn, how could you?! They were just doing their jobs! Some of them probaby had families to feed!” Alia cried, a look of horror on her face.
“But… I had to get to you!” Arralyn protested.
“You could’ve done it any other way!” Alia said. “You could’ve tried negotiating, you could’ve snuck past them, you could’ve found a sleeping spell and used it!”
“Well… I….” Arralyn sputtered.
“Did you even try doing it another way?” Alia asked.
“Yes… sort of…” Arralyn said, remembering how she had asked the queen menacingly where Alia was.
“Ugh!” Alia huffed. “You can find your own way out. I’ll get out by myself!”
Arralyn felt betrayed. She had worked so hard too get to Alia, and this is what she got? Not even a single word of thanks? Really?
Arralyn shook her head and started searching for a way out. She ran her hand against the wall, trying to find a key or an opening or something!
Nothing….. Nothing…. A rat….. Nothing…… a hole….. Nothing….. WAIT! A hole?
There was a small hole, right in the middle of two bricks, just big enough to stick your finger through.
Arralyn punched it as hard as she could. She could feel the stone starting to crack under her fist. She punched it again. This time, a bit of stone fell off. So she punched a few more times. Soon, she had created a hole big enough to crawl through.
“ALIA! If you’re still in here, I found an exit! Unless you’re still steaming about my rescue mission, I’d come over here!” Arralyn yelled.
And then she left.
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She met Alia at the boat. Since Alia was still furious, the ride back home was silent and boring. When they got to the port, Arralyn departed the boat without even a wave. If Alia wouldn’t talk to Arralyn, than Arralyn wouldn’t talk to Alia.
Soon she was back to her cozy house. She opened the door and sat down on the couch, sighing. She was exhausted. Where did she keep the blankets, again? Maybe she should just go to sleep right here and now.
Arralyn found a blanket draped over the side of the couch, and there was a pillow at the end of her bed. But as she put her head on the pillow, she felt something hard. She reached under her pillow, and there she found the book she had been reading before she had left. Suddenly, Arralyn was reminded of why she went on that quest in the first place. To find adventure. To get away from her boring home life. To do something other than read and drop water balloons on people all day. And she was reminded of what kept her going on the quest. Friendship.
And suddenly, Arralyn knew what she had to do.
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“ALIA!” She shouted as she stepped up onto the boat. “WHERE ARE YOU????”
“Go away,” a voice mumbled from the steering wheel.
“I’m sorry, okay! Look, I know what I did was wrong, and I’m sorry. I’ve never had a friend before and I didn’t want to lose you. I guess I didn’t things through. I was blinded by my fears. I need you, Alia.” Arralyn said.
“Really? You’re not just saying that?” Alia asked.
“”Nope. I swear on my lucky blanket.” Arralyn said firmly.
“Okay. I forgive you.” Alia said. || 2673 words ( I know, I went a little overboard!!
THE END

Daily 9:

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.

Oh say can you see
By the dawn’s early light
There’s guy works down the chip shop swears he’s Elvis
Just like you swore to me that you’d be true
But we are never, ever, ever, getting back together.
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good
Little did I know
“What’cha baking?”
“Fruit cake!”
“Is that sweet? I guess so”
I could eat that girl for lunch—
“It’s Peanut Butter Jelly time!”
Like you are a poet, trapped inside the body of a finance guy
Under someone’s bed.
Good for you, you look happy and healthy,
But I don’t give a ‘bout my bad reputation.
And I walk alone, I walk alone
At the Pink Pony Club! I’m gonna keep on dancing at the
Tortured poets department.
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my fun day
And there’s still a little more
Growing up

150 words

Part 1 : 159 words
My character that I will be developing is Valorie Summers. She lives in Star Valley with her Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin after her parents passed away. Her aunt and uncle mostly ignore her meaning that she doesn’t really like people or form relationships with other people. Especially after her only previous friend stabbed her in the back. Which makes her not trust people. She can be ignorant of other people's feelings and questions just about everyone’s intentions no matter what even if they didn’t mean anything by it and were only trying to be nice. She tries to figure everything out before other people, whether that be their intentions or just her school work, which is one of the only things she actually cares about anymore. As well as her job at the local grocery store. She usually blames everything on herself even if it wasn’t her fault and is completely unrelated to anything that she could have done.
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Part 2 - 250 words
At the beginning of the story Valorie is just attempting to blend in and going to work. She is mostly just attempting to get good enough grades to get a scholarship to go to college for Mechanical Engineering. Then, she meets Lyra and actually makes a good friend for once. She is good at art and making things like paintings, dioramas, and other things in the art realm. She is mostly afraid of more people betraying them and stabbing them in the back. She actually starts opening up to Lyra after the Halloween festival that they both go to.

She gets challenged by her Aunt and Uncle who continuously change their minds about everything and don’t treat her that well. As well as her school work with her finishing up her 3rd year of high school and everything is just getting harder. And with her late night shifts at the grocery store she doesn’t have a lot of time for her homework and sleep which makes her struggle with her sleep schedule.

At the end she has become more of a villain than a hero, but has learned how to live with herself no matter what happens to her. And while she still doesn’t trust that many people she at least has her best friend (Lyra). At the end everything is okay, since she is no longer in her Aunt and Uncle's pocket and is truly herself and at least done lying to herself about who she wants to be.
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Part 3 - 239 words

Her main motivation at the beginning of the story is that she is just trying to get through high school and get a scholarship to get a Mechanical Engineering degree. So, her main motivation at the beginning is based on her goal to get her degree. She isn’t trying to make friends and is mainly just trying to survive high school and her job. Since her parents are d3@d and she knows that her Aunt and Uncle will not pay for her College Education. She cares about getting out of her Aunt and Uncle’s house since to put it simply they are not the best people.

Her goals do change as the story goes on, making it more about avenging her parents as well as her best friend's parents and getting back against Jessica (her ex-best friend) for stabbing her in the back. Even though she does still have her previous motivation of getting her degree and does still care about what she started out with; her school and her job. Her motivation also becomes protecting her new best friend. Because, now she actually has people that she truly cares about to protect since her relationship with her cousin also became better. So, her motivation does slightly change as the story progresses from just getting out of the house to protecting the people that she does care about while avenging her parents and becoming more true to herself.
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Part 4 - 578 words
Staring at herself in the mirror Valorie tucked her sword into her belt. Being 11, this was the day she lived for. The day most kids in Star Valley lived for The Star Valley Halloween Festival. Pretty much the one day a year where she got to go and have fun in a costume surrounded by the fun decorations and music.

The sunset had already started to accentuate the sky. Her birthday was Valorie’s favorite in many ways. While nobody actually really remembered that it was her birthday, but to her the Halloween festival was like a huge birthday party. No matter the weather it always occurred, rain sleet or clear skies and there was always food and happiness just radiating from the air.

She was always excited for it no matter what. She got to pick out an outfit from the thrift store and then she was on her way to go view the festival. This year, Valorie was a pirate and she was super happy with her costume, the same costume she would wear the next year with different shoes and a different bandana. She had made her sword and as she was heading out she noticed that the silver pain that she had used for the handle was chipping.

She could fix that when she could back, Valorie thought. She headed from Vega Street towards Main Street. The interesting thing about Star Valley is that all the streets were named after stars and constellations. It did make some things harder to remember but, at least you got some education on the names of stars and constellations as you looked at the map.

Her hair blew in the wind behind her, making her feel like she was on the high seas as she entered the crowd that usually started in the center. The town center was always so full of life during this time. Her cousin was around here somewhere, that she knew but, she really didn’t have the patience to go find him. She got a caramel apple and sat down on a bench to eat it. The caramel was still warm and slightly gluing her teeth together as she looked around and saw other kids that she recognized from her school and class walking around with their parents and siblings eating and laughing.

Valorie got up and went over to her favorite place in the Halloween Festival - the art stand. Every year there was an art show where kids from the school or adults would do art for it. The pumpkins were always so greatly decorated, with flowers and faces painted on them so they smiled at you but, not in the creepy way the normal carved pumpkins looked at you. The paintings looked gorgeous,and the sketches always almost looked realistic.

6 years later Valorie would look at those memories as the first times that she really got inspired to do art. No matter how many years later she always kept the pictures of her in her costume every year, tucked in a box or tacked up on the wall. And maybe she wouldn’t always consider her birthday the best day of the year anymore but, the year that she saw her own art at the stand was something that she would always remember. Her most proud moment, her own talents for other kids to see and get inspired to do art in the same way she once had gotten her first inspiration.

Daily Day 9

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’m the son of rage and love, the Jesus of Suburbia, and I'm not like them, but I can pretend! It’s a beautiful day to stay inside and I promise to never go outside again. I sit around and watch the tube but nothing’s on. I change the channels for an hour or two–trying to be funny when stuck in a room! The regrets are useless in my mind! Let me out! Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here! I’m so bored I’m going blind..something in the way! I'm so lonely, that's okay, I shaved my head, and I'm not sad. Am I depressed? Stressed? It’s anyone’s guess. I just wanna feel good. This isn’t a joke! The world is not funny. Tonight at ten, the world is ending again–honey, it already did. Got it? Good, now get inside.

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I cried myself to sleep. It was a good one.

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9th July Daily

write a short story using only song lyrics

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of, flesh and bones and they’re all scared of a lost little boy who has lost his heart.
Fears not enough, tear him apart.
The hills were left quiet and they are in hiding.
They’ve forgotten, they’ve forgotten.
“Where do we go when the rivers running slow?”
“Where do we run when the acres turn green and the cats kill one by one?”
They can’t keep them all safe, they will die and be afraid.
They can’t keep them all caged they’ll be far and fly away.
They could hear and that’s enough, the clashing of the hoards.
Hoof by hoof, horn by horn.
They dash through fields of wheat.
Branches meet their steps.
They huff and they heave.
Their farewells to the fields.
Hear the prattles of the birds flying their way.
One was meant to protect
The beast claws the paths ahead.
“Foolish dreamers, do not walk to where you were”
Breath on their knuckles, their necks are on fire.
The ground wrings an unknown stain
They are left to rot yet never bleed.
Drawn to disappear.

Weekly 1:

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Part 1:
There's an ever-present voice inside his head. Ever-looming, all-consuming. It's taken over his life, his happiness, his sanity. He's distant, cold, partial. He gave up on love or attachment to anything, or anyone. He abandoned his family, keeps all acquaintances at arms length and refuses to stay consistent with any one item so that he doesn't begin to favour it. His only ‘attachment’ is art, a form of expression for him to escape with. Colour sets him of focus and so he mainly draws with charcoal and paints in black and white. He is a big perfectionist and spends weeks and weeks on one project until he is CERTAIN that the project is flawless. He sometimes becomes randomly disgusted by his art, giving him a sickly feeling and the voice in his head makes him throw it away. Also, if he thinks he's made a life mistake, talking to someone too much, liking something too much, slipping from his perfect grades or façade causes him to go into self-destruction. The voice in his head forces him to throw away his most prized or his best piece of art away as a punishment.

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Part 2:
Base:
Luka lives in a monotone world. His every possession is black, white or somewhere in between. He draws in charcoal only. Paints in only black and white too.

Remember me?:
Luka sees a small girl who couldn't be older than 4 crossing the street. Her red hair is so vivid, it sears itself into his vision. Without thinking, he saves her from a passing car. This moment is instinctual. It's not calculated — it's raw humanity slipping through his carefully built façade. In this moment a vivid, side-splitting flashback overcomes him, a toddler with stunning red hair. So bright and effervescent. /his stepsister/, he thought with a pang. His past had caught up with him at last. Mia. That was her name. It burned through his memory, asking for attention. “Who are you?” She asked. Innocent. Curious. The voice of the angels collapsing down on him as once. “No one.” He lashed out, louder and harsher than he'd intended. It was the voices, isolating him once again.

Undoing:
The next day in school he's unravelling. His hand trembles, his notes become scribbles. On his way to his studio he picks up a tube of red paint, and impulsively when he sees a charcoal drawing splashes red all over it. It's imperfect, messy, vibrant. Not /him/. (Or not the voice inside him). “Who are you” “no one” he whispers, voice weary.

Watching:
The next day he shows up in Mia's nursery unannounced. He doesn't talk, only observes. Her giggles and crayon drawings fill him with a sort of unplaceable light. He feels a sort of possessive pull over her. When he gets back to the studio he punches a hole through the canvas with a red splat. The voice is punishing him, smashing his hopes of freedom.

Remember me:
Despite his best efforts, red keeps showing up. A smear on his finger. A brushstroke he didn’t mean to place. A mark he can’t erase.

Mia begins to expect him. She asks strange, small questions:
“Do you like dragons?”
“Do you know how to make toast?”
“Are you still angry?”

He doesn’t know how to answer. But he does her a drawing — a clumsy, scribbled red dragon on a napkin.
She calls it “perfect.”
For the first time, he doesn’t correct her.

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Part 3:
“She was colour in a world still black and white.”

Luka believes that he's in absolute control of his life. With the masks he put on, the demeanour he keeps, the items he possesses. His detachment is a self-defence, he thinks he's protecting not only himself but other around him. A voice inside his head tells him perfection is the only acceptable thing. He craves for it, destroys himself for it. Everything must be utter perfection, nothing less or he will lose his mind. He uses indifference in art, relationships, and his heart is hollow; yet full of craving. He uses precision in his art, his only reprieve. IT keeps the voice quite, feeds it until its satisfactory.

Then /she/ came. A streak of red in his black and white. The fire in the cold. Chaos in the order. Stumbling across the street in an almost devastating way. His long-lost sister that tethered the past he'd been running away from, to the present he tried to lock himself in. “Who are you?” and another big red slash across his page.

His motivation becomes conflicted: he runs for control but sprints for Mia. He reaches for order but grabs for red. She's bleeding into his life and he's learning to embrace it.

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Part 4:
Authors note: This bit is RUSHED. i might rewrite it sometime. maybe tmrw…

There's order in the chaos all around him. Quit in his studio. Drawing his next piece. It's a person. He tries to draw life into the human body, but it's limp, lifeless and it looks disturbingly sad. He doesn't know how to fix it, but he keeps drawing, hoping the voice would fade away between brush strokes. But he knows very well that's needless hope.

On his way home from the studio he spots a flash of red darting shamelessly across the street. Too bright, nostalgic, yet instinct causes him to lunge to her defence. She couldn't be older then 4. A small child of innocence, and she looks at him, eyes wide saying, “Who are you?” A memory consumes him, the grip of a baby's small hand, a bundle of vibrant, red hair. “No one.” He snaps back, harsher than intended.

The next day he's unbalanced, voice loud and ear-splitting in his head. His hand is shaking, notes scribbling and aside from the voice he hears hers, “who are you?” and it's sickening. He is sitting in his studio again, “who are you?” and he punches a hole through the canvas.

He stood outside the nursery window, unseen. He felt like a stalker, or an uninvited guest, but he needed this, needed to see her again, needed her to tether him back to the world.
She was laughing, colouring wildly. Red crayon. Yellow crayon. Blue crayon.
Her shoes didn’t match. Her nose was runny. She was perfect.
He didn’t go in. But he didn’t walk away either.

The voice whispered, “She’ll hate you when she remembers.”

He stayed another minute anyway.

It was these small acts of defiance that caused him breakthrough when it came. He sprinted back to his appartment, thoughts of her filling his everystep. He was becoming a new person, shaped by everystep he ran from the voice, the tast of freedom sweet. He felt peices of himself coming back to him, making him whole. He found reason now, he wanted to be the guide for her that he'd never had. When he got home he splashed red all over an old painting, drunk with new-found escape. When a drop splashed on the rug he became impulsive, scrbing it until there was no traces. But he was still proud of it, messy, vibrant. He then ripped a new page out of his sketchbook and began to draw her vivid smile, rosy cheeks and bright future. It was perfect. And he pinned it on the wall as a charm, a reminder.

Maybe he wasn’t perfect. Maybe she didn’t need him to be.

Maybe “brother” was still something he could become.

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one bright morning changes all things,
but after this, i'm never gonna be the same.

i don't mean to come off cold,
(but i)
didn't realize we had it all.

i couldn't utter my love when it counted, ah,
but i'm singing like a bird about it now.
you were a work of art,
feels like i've been ready for you to come home
for so long.

i would burn the world to bring some heat to you,
(now)
i'm as helpless as
a kitten up a tree.

i was fixed on your hand of gold, and
i blink in sight of your blinding light.
i'll pretend you'll stay forever,
i'm naming the stars
in the sky
after you.

you used to hold me by my gentle hands,
i'm shy all of a sudden.
and i don't get much sleep most nights,
i'm seeing you in every dream
… am i crazy or seeing things?

you're the greatest thing
we've lost.
(but), i'm still glad i met you,
i'll be alright.

if there was anyone
to get through this life
with their heart still intact

they didn't do it right.

- - - - -

first light: hozier
dance with you tonight: laufey
above the chinese restaurant: laufey
skrike: hozier
your needs, my needs: noah kahan
orange juice: noah kahan
hymn to virgil: hozier
misty: laufey
would that i: hozier
haunted: laufey
your needs, my needs: noah kahan
jake's piano - long island: zach bryan
packing it up: gracie abrams
she calls me back: noah kahan
dance with you tonight: laufey
you're gonna go far:noah kahan
abstract (psychopomp): hozier
fare well: hozier
all things end: hozier

Daily 09

I was scared to take a breath, didn't want you to move your head
How can you look at me and pretend I'm someone you've never met?

I never knew somebody like you
Do you know when you're comin' back?

No more flowers at her door
No more phone calls to wait up for

Straight to the arms of someone else and I'll just
Wait ‘til those arms belong to me
I can’t hold you, baby, my whole body's numb

When I wake up, I'm afraid
Somebody else might take my place

How come we never even dated?
But I still find myself thinking of your daily

I thought I lost my heartbeat
I'll lose my mind at least another thousand times

And it feels like yesterday was a year ago
That's what a yearlong heartbreak does to you
These broken veins won't heal in time for you to save

—–

songs used
back to being friends - sombr
back to being friends - sombr
reflections - the neighbourhood
reflections - the neighbourhood
easier to cry - tv girl
easier to cry- tv girl
hate yourself - tv girl
hate yourself - tv girl
disconnected - chase Atlantic
afraid - the neighbourhood
afraid - the neighbourhood
we never dated - sombr
we never dated - sombr
16 mirrors - alex g
devil town - cavetown
everything I wanted - billie eilish
listen before i go - billie eilish
disconnected - chase atlantic

harvey's dailies/weeklies/etc

dailies:
7/9 - link

weeklies:
weekly 1 - link

word wars/other:

- 7/9 daily / words: 152

i need to cry but i can't get anything out of my eyes
there's ghosts in my house
all i wanna do is quit
i guess it's just another one of those days,
when i'm missing everything

as long as you're here, i will live like this;
i bet on losing dogs
and the only thing i learned from you
is that there is nothing left to look forward to.

maybe i'm tired of you running your mouth
and maybe i don't have the guts to spell it out
i wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand
“you're the leech,” i'm the man; i guess you don't understand

you told me to buy a pony
when all i wanted was you.

wouldn't it be nice for someone to miss you?
and i wonder if you hate me, i bet i hate me more

she hopes i'm cursed forever.

songs by line:
juliet by cavetown
poison by cavetown
boys will be bugs by cavetown
another one of those days by cavetown
another one of those days by cavetown

12 feet deep by the front bottoms
i bet on losing dogs by mitski
things to do by alex g
things to do by alex g

east coast by alex g
east coast by alex g
wasted summers by juju<3
wasted summers by juju<3

hidden in the sand by tally hall
hidden in the sand by tally hall

steve's going to london by ajr
betty by ajr

twin size mattress by the front bottoms