Daily #4!
Songfic- “Betty” by Taylor Swift

Going down Burnett Street shouldn’t be that big of a deal. I shouldn’t have to avoid it. If I just hadn’t been so stupid, I would look forward to taking the shortcuts it offers.
But now as I skateboard my way to the grocery store, I take the long way.
I was so, so stupid.
But I’m a different person now. I know I am. I just have to show you that I am.
I just have to refuse her. That shouldn’t be so hard. I never liked her anyways.
Right?
Right.
. . . . .
I’m walking home, tracing my feet on the broken cobblestone, when I hear it.
“James!”
Oh no.
Her.
I try to hide myself in the
“James!”
No. I won’t go out there. I’m not ready to say no.
“James! I know you’re in there! I saw you!”
I sigh. There’s no use. I walk over to the door and open it.
Her car is pulled up in front of the house, the windows down so I can see her face.
It’s full of hurt.
But nowhere near what it would be like if I did what I needed to.
“James! There you are! What were you doing back there?” she asks. “I’ve been waiting for, like, 5 minutes. It doesn’t take that long to put your shoes on.”
“I was… looking for them?” I stutter.
She rolls her eyes. “James, get in, let’s drive.”
I take a deep breath.
“August? I have something to tell you…” I start.
“What is it?” she asks.
“Um…”
Oh no. How do I say this?
It’ll ruin her.
“I love you,” I say.
“Aw, love you too!” she laughs playfully, pulling her blond hair back into a ponytail.
She studies me for a moment.
“Why the long face?”
“Uh… No reason,” I say quickly.
“If you say so,” she shrugs.
. . . . .
I’m here.
I’m finally here.
I told Augustine no.
I did it.
So now I’m here.
At your doorstep.
On Burnett Street.
For your birthday.
And I’m terrified.
It’s like I never realized what might happen when you open the door and see me, even though I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.
Would you slam the door in my face?
Or hug me? And bring me to your garden?
Your beautiful, wonderful garden. It holds so many memories for you and I.
And you probably think of those memories with regret now. Regretting trusting me. Regretting loving me.
But I ring the doorbell.
You open the door, a look of surprise at first, but then you give way to anger.
Before you can tell me to go away, I open my mouth.
“Summer’s over. Augustine and I are over. And I’m so, so sorry. I’ve been thinking about this for a month, about what might happen today, when you see me, but I decided its worth it, for even a chance to get your forgiveness. I love you, Betty. And I’m sorry.”

{To be organised asdfghjk-} Tilly's SWC writing thread <3

daily #4 - songfic

“They say I’m dangerous, cause I broke all their cages, I won’t sit and take it
They left me for d34d I guess they’ll never learn, every time I break there’s just more pain to burn
They’ll never learn.”
Royalty - Ezgod



One…two…three…
Cardin watched the little gold hands of time tick on her left wristwatch, twirling the kn!fe in her right hand and chewing on her lower lip, ears alert for any voice from her comm.
Four…five…
She lifted her eyes to trace the shimmering, lofty glass tower in the near distance carving its prominent shape in sharp angles against the stormy grey skies, watching for the signal.
Six…seven…eight…
“Thames, do you copy?” The buzz in her com snatched her attention, sending her knife back to its strap and her hand to her ear. “What’s your status?”
Nine…ten…
“I copy—I’m in position. East wing.” She gripped the steel balcony railing that shielded her from a far drop down the side of the building.
“Perfect…” a breath, then the voice softened, “This is Schofield. Are you okay?”
The tight lock in her chest loosened at his voice, but she hesitated. The truth stuck in her throat as her mind swirled for another way to answer.
Thirteen…fourteen…
“Thames?”
She fixed her eyes back on the tower, staring at its 30th row of glass windows. “I’m fine. Just…watch your back, will you?”
A low hmm crinkled back through her comm. “You don’t have to lie, you know.”
Her gaze dropped to her watch, jaw clenching. Sixteen…seventeen…
“I can do this, Schofield.”
“Of course you can…but- but if anything happens, give me a shout.”
Cardin struggled to suppress a smirk. “Mr Schofield, make no mistake—you have your own job, remember? None of us can afford to get distracted.”
Twenty…twenty-one…
“Hey, I’m focused- but they still want you.”
The tension in his words made her heart race, and the kn!fe was twirling again. “I know.” She cringed at the tremor in her voice.
Twenty-three…twenty-four…twenty-five…
“I promised that…” Schofield’s words tailed off, and Cardin opened her mouth to prompt him to continue. “…Don’t worry. It’s okay. We won’t let it happen again.”
She shook her head. “Schofield, I–”
“Look alive, Schofield,” a new voice silenced hers. “You too, Thames. Greene’s signal is coming.”
Cardin’s gaze flew back to the skyscraper’s 30th floor, scanning the length of it. Then back to her watch.
Twenty-eight…twenty-nine…
“I’m alert, Hawkwood,” Cardin caught a shortness in his voice and heavy breathing she hadn’t noticed. “I’ve nearly reached the South Wing. Thames is already positioned at the East.”
Thirty…thirty-one…thirty-two…
“Good. Stay focused,” came Hawkwood’s terse response. “We have one objective in a short window, and we can’t screw up. 16 seconds left.”
His words confirmed to Cardin that everyone was watching the time. They really had to map this perfectly.
“Aye-aye, Captain Hawkwood!” Schofield’s sarcastic statement rang right behind her.
A near scream escaped as she whirled around, and a strong hand clamped over her mouth.
“Shh! You want to jeopardize this mission or what?” Amusement twinkled in the dark green eyes that stared back at her.
She dragged his hand off, pressing her comm to mute it. “Schofield, what on earth—you lied to Hawkwood! What about the South Wing?”
“Aaron’s taken it. I’ve come to help you–”
“What, you think I can’t handle this?” Hot anger flushed her cheeks.
“Hey,” he held up his hands at Cardin’s fierce glare. “Before you yell at me, this is a tactical change…Mel and I both agree you need backup to get that file. Nothing to do with your abilities. Watch the tower.”
Cardin snapped her back to him at his reminder, trying to ignore her prickling irritation as she locked her eyes on her watch and the 30th floor again. Thirty-eight…thirty-nine…
“You’ll only distract me.”
“Thames, you need all the distraction you can get, not for you but for the inevitable swarm of patrol that are protecting that fileroom. That takes more than one person.”
She answered with silence. Schofield stepped up beside her, curling both hands over the railing, and she chanced a glance his way.
He met her eyes, the slightest smile teasing at the corners of his lips. “You’re only taking that kn!fe? They have gvns, you know.”
She rolled her eyes, and his smile broadened, forcing one of her own. “Yeah, well, I’m more comfortable with this.”
Forty-three…forty-four…
No signal yet.
“What’s the plan now, then?”
“Nothing changes—except you have a second helping hand. If anything happens I’ll hold them off, but you just get that file.”
“Alright,” Cardin nodded, returning her attention to the tower, but butterflies began to crawl up her throat and her hands refused to stop fidgeting with the knife.
This is closer than she ever wanted to be again to The Allegiance. And they had every chance to get to her again.
Schofield’s hand clasped her kn!fe, startling her from her thoughts, and taking in the warm reassurance in his gaze she wondered if he could read everything she was thinking. “You can pull out if you’re not ready…I could take your post. We could do it.”
A bright red beam from the 30th floor of the skyscraper streamed into their view, and Cardin’s eyes snapped to her watch.
Forty-nine…fifty!
“Too late,” she tightened her kn!fe to the strap on her thigh and gripped the railing with both hands, swinging right over.
“Thames, Schofield, you’re up! Five minutes,” Greene’s voice came through their comms as Schofield followed Cardin over the outside of the railing where they both stood with the d34dly drop directly below them.
Schofield nodded. “We’re on it, Mel. Watch our backs.”
The two pulled their feet from the ledge until they were dangling, locking eyes. “Ready?”
“Go!” Cardin released the rail at the same time Schofield’s hands dropped, and the side of the building blurred before her eyes before they gripped a new rail and swung right into a new space where, as they had hoped, the window had been completely carved open. Hawkwood did his job.
They collapsed in a crouch, both their senses on high alert. Cardin drew her her kn!fe as Schofield unholstered his gvn, right as three broad men on patrol swooped into view.
Their shouts rang in Cardin’s ears, and at once the adrenaline rushed through her as she and Schofield quickly engaged to disarm them.
Everything was a blur as the two took down three, then five, then eight guards, racing through the building as their window of time ticked and their various teammates' updates streamed into their ears from their comm links.
Soon they reached the large steel double doors of the fileroom—their target.
Allegiance operatives quickly ambushed them, but Schofield took over. “Get in there! I'll hold them off.”
Cardin jumped away from the fight and shoved into the room behind them, before stopping in her tracks.
A massive space stretched out before her, towering shelves stacked in aisles as far as her eyes could see. Her heart began to sank as she hurried into the first aisle ahead of her. So many files…
“3 minutes, Thames!” Came Greene's warning through her ear.
“I know, give me a second! Where on earth is the file?”
“Aisle E4…don't ask me where that is.”
Cardin huffed, pushing herself into a sprint. “Copy that.”
Her mind quickly registered neon-illuminated signs signalling each aisle, and she slowed to begin to track them.
B8…B10…
She rounded a corner, then skidded to a halt.
Her heart stopped.
A gvn was aimed right at her, paces away, but it wasn't so much the weapon than who wielded it that twisted her stomach into tight knots.
“Cardin…what a surprise.”
Ethan.
He seemed genuinely stunned, but his hands didn't move, finger on the trigger. Her eyes narrowed as she tightened her grip on her kn!fe, muting her comm.
Silence wove webs of ice between them. Schofield's fight outside the door in the distance grew louder.
“You shouldn't have come back.”
Cardin swallowed, desperate to display every bit of fury that was burning in her chest, coiling around her heart—the betrayal, the lies, everything The Allegiance stood for that she was now here to tear down etching harrowing memories into her mind.
But words locked in her throat, that icy blue gaze trapping her, snuffing out any protests.
She swallowed again. “…Stay out of my way.”
He chuckled, slowly shaking his head, eyes landing on the weapon she held in her own hand. “A kn!fe? Only Cardin Junelle Thames would bring a kn!fe to a gvn fight.”
Her chest squeezed at his call back, but she forced herself to lift her chin. “And still win.”
“90 seconds, where are you?” Greene's voice was strained.
Ethan locked eyes with her again, tilting his head. “What are you all doing here, then?”
“I don't have time for this,” Cardin raced towards him before she could hesitate, swinging her weapon.
She fully expected him to shoot, but he seemed too slow to react as she sent his gvn clattering to the ground in one motion, pinning him to one of the file stands with her kn!fe now across his throat.
She glared at him, breathing heavily. “Move an inch and you're done.”
A smile teased his mouth. “You wouldn't, Cardin…I know you.”
His words sent fire through her stomach, and the steel pressed tighter. “Don't make me.”
“You know, you never quite severed your Allegiance…” His eyes were fierce, calculating…scanning every inch of her face. “We could consider this a high offense of treason.”
“Treason? The Allegiance betrayed ME,” Cardin's breath came in dark shards. “I'm not a part of you. You left me for D34D and took everyone I loved away from me, and you think my Allegiance is still sworn? You thought you could break me and I wouldn't have pain to burn?”
Ethan flinched as Cardin stabbed her kn1fe—it clung to the casing of a collection of files beside his head.
She reached down for his gvn, aiming it towards him before glancing at her watch
60 seconds.
“I'm taking this all down.”
He bit his lip, shaking his head. “I'm sorry, Cardin.”
She froze, taking in his expression. Genuine sadness.
“…Ethan, don't-”
“Drop your weapon!”
She whirled around. Allegiance operatives had gvns aimed right at her.
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Thames, do you copy? 30 seconds, we need to go!” Schofield said breathlessly through the comm, stinging her chest with a shard of guilt.
She dropped her gvn. “I'm compromised. Get out, Schofield.”
“On your knees, Thames,” the operatives inched closer, weapons still raised.
“What? Cardin, no! I-”
“Get out of here, Schofield! I'm sorry.”
She dropped to her knees, trembling, eyes locking with Ethan's.
His expression was unreadable as The Allegiance grabbed her, trapping her in their chains again. Imagination or not, the old t0rtvre scars began to burn, mind racing with the horror of what was sure to happen all over again.

1782 words

Turn Back Time || 325 words || Daily No. 4

“I’ve been existential and lost to existence
And there is no map to your destination
No explanation to solve this equation” – Get Lost from Moana 2

He bent his head over the paper, scribbling furiously.
She perched on the edge of a stack of books, swinging insubstantial feet. “It’s not going to work,” she said calmly.
He didn’t look up. “It’s a simple problem, really. If we can just figure out how to warp time the right way, we can bring you back.”
He didn’t hear her slide off the books, but an instant later chilly fingers brushed the back of his neck. Goosebumps rippled under her touch.
“I love how hard you’re trying, but it’s time to let me go, Fin.”
He finally set down his pen, twisting in his chair to face her. “I’m not giving up until the very end,” he said firmly. “None of this was your fault, and you shouldn’t have to deal with the consequences.”
He could feel her icy cheek against his as she bent over to view his work. Touching her was… strange. If she focused, she could make herself semi-tangible, but when she wasn’t thinking about it, she felt more like a pocket of chilly air.
It didn’t repulse him, but he couldn’t help wishing that it was the press of warm flesh against him, that he didn’t have to worry every second that he wasn’t going to make it. He wanted to know what she felt like when she was tangible. He wanted to know what her scent was like. He wanted to know if she was really as silent as the dead, or whether she was that way because she was, well, dead.
A ghostly finger pointed to an equation on the paper. “That’s more letters than numbers,” she said, and he could practically see her brow arched in that way she had.
“Lots of variables,” he said.
“Do you ever wonder if there are too many?”
He reached for her hand, even though he had to cup his fingers so that they didn’t pass right through.
“Never,” he said.

the most rushed daily i've ever written: enjoy

i sit on the beach with a frown on my face, staring ahead and watching as the waves crash into the shore. tears well in my eyes, but i bite my tongue to keep them from spilling over. i grow angry at how i'm feeling, so upset for something i can't change no matter how hard i try. with a groan, i muster up enough energy to stand, then walk barefoot on the beach in search of a branch. after a couple of minutes of looking around, i find a stick good enough to doodle in the sand with. i grab the stick and go back to where i was sitting. at first, i draw little dogs in the sand, clouds and vines, small flowers to go along with everything. then i draw a person, carefully etching out the one i've lost. my drawings slowly shift from quick and sloppy doodles to words. future plans. the things i want to do with my life now that she's gone, and how i'm going to get there.
i'm so wrapped up in these plans that i don't notice the bright blue sky beginning to darken into a menacing gray, and the rain sprinkling on my shoulders is nothing to me. the water levels rise and the waves once crashing into the shore many many yards away from me are now coming up and tickling my toes. the beach empties quickly, other people paying attention to the brewing storm unlike my oblivious self. soon the water so high that all the plans i'd written into the sand are washed away. i cry out in despair despite the fact that i should have left the beach a while ago. i'm lost in my emotions, and it isn't until the waves take me out to see that i snap back into reality.
i hear a booming voice somewhere around me as i gulp in oxygen before being taken under the water.
“welcome to my kingdom,” he says. "you've been chosen to fulfill our prophecy, and must leave your earthly life in the past.

This generally doesn't make sense by itself since I'm making all of my dailies part of a larger story check out my main thread!
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/846732/?page=5#post-8799139

Song Daily. Adapted song: New Type of Hero (to be hero x)
“Ain’t never seen something quite like him.” Derrick looks on at the young man from a distance. His silky smooth movement, as well as his technique, easily impresses the veteran instructor. As the day goes on, he doesn’t slow, and Derrick can’t help but wonder at what freak of nature had arrived at the sector.
“I mean, the guy’s basically a super soldier already. Was he awakened prematurely, and is his ability related to having a superhuman physique?” Derrick looks at his partner with a questioning face. The partner, a young woman with chestnut hair in her 20s, looks at him. Derrick can ascertain the answer to the question before she even speaks from the unaturally serious look on her face. “No… he’s…” She seems lost in thought as the subject of her gaze continues to do superhuman feat after superhuman feat. Derrick snaps his fingers. “Hey, hey, come on, you’ve met the guy for,” he looks at his watch. “6 hours and 8 minutes, pull yourself together. God, young people these days. You’re saying he’s able to do all of this unawakened?” After waiting a few seconds in the ensuing silence, he glances back at her, only to find that she has disappeared. Looking back at the recruit, he surmises her supervision is good enough for both of them and turns his attention towards the rest of the group.
The next day, Derrick wakes up, and heads to his office. The guardians in Tourelle usually didn’t have to deal with much, so it was surprising when he found a stack of paperwork on his desk, in dissaray. The papers blossomed on his desk, forming a never-ending sea. While he knew this was not an urgent matter as he had not been woken up by the night shift, his curiosity got the best of him, and he started to sift through the files. From home addresses, school records, and incident reports, these papers all had one thing in common: the new recruit. As Derrick was about to settle down, he noticed movement in the corner of the room, to find his fellow captain with pencil and paper in her hands. The paper itself was not finished, ending abruptly around the halfway mark. Not wanting to wake her up, he carefully extracted the leaflet, and started to read through it. At the end of the handwritten portion, he scoffed and threw the paper back onto the ground, not wishing to read what was essentially a summary of a recruit he personally ran a background check on the night before. “Still too lazy to figure out the digital database aren’t you…”
As Derrick lampooned his partner, the paper fell onto the desk and into a file, lost within a sea of white.

460 words!
Basically this song is about a guy aura farming the entire time so i thought yknow what would be cool, if the guy literally caused someone to like him almost immediately.

Nov 4 daily – songfic
“I’m glad you didn’t know me in high school,” Willow is saying. We’re laying on her bed, facing each other. Well, I guess it’s my bed now too. “I was so uncool.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Really? Weren’t you fighting evil with Buffy? That’s cooler than what I was doing in high school.”
“Well, yeah, but I was a total nerd. Plus I spent forever pining for Xander.” She laughs. “But you were already doing witchcraft and… And, I mean, you knew you were gay. You were definitely cooler than me”
I chuckle. “I don’t know where you got that impression. I spent most of school just trying not to be noticed—”
“While practicing witchcraft in secret.”
“Well, yeah, but other than that, I was really boring. I mean, until my mom died.” Willow’s expression changes at that — so much for being lighthearted. “Then I did some teenage rebellion, staying out late, lying to my dad, if that’s cool. But I don’t think I was much fun.”
“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.” We’re quiet for a moment, then I continue. “Anyway, high school sucked before that. And sure, I knew I liked girls, but I don’t know if that was better.” All the shame, all the secrets… Not a thrilling secret like the witchcraft, but one that felt disgusting. I roll onto my back. “I’m doing better now. Better than I’ve ever been. I have friends, and… I have you.”
She returns my smile and rolls over to wrap an arm around me. “I think high school just sucks. College is way better. Especially since you’re here.”
“Mmm.”
It’s true. This is the first time in… how long? Since before my mom died. Maybe since… ever, that I’ve loved who I am. That I know nothing is wrong with me — I’m not a demon, not disgusting, not a monster. Here, with her, I am right.

Daily - Nov 4

WARNING: ABUSE, VIOLENCE
My song is, “Are you Listening,” by Lydia the Bard (highly recommended!)

Pepper opened her eyes. Daylight streamed in through the thrown open windows. She pulled a pillow over her eyes, sighing as the high pitched voice of her mother streamed through the room.
“Wake up, honey! Early bird gets the worm!” She didn’t move. A sharp tone entered her words. “Pepper.”
Pepper pulled herself up, donning a fake cheer. “Got it!”
——————————————————————————————————————————————-
Pepper sat across from Blake, her younger brother.
“More pancakes, honey?” Mom’s voice sounded behind her. She knew better to think it was directed towards her. Blake nodded eagerly and scarfed them down. Pepper finished the singular pancake on her plate and stood, walking towards her bag.
SMACK.
Pepper leaned against the wall, clutching her hand as a fresh bruise blossomed on the back of it.
“Make sure you pick up your plate, dear!” her mother’s tight, cheerful voice echoed through the room, still holding the metal spatula at the ready. The scrape of Blake’s fork continued without pause on his plate. Pepper turned, trying to meet his eyes as she picked up her plate and walked to the sink.
Do you see this? she wondered. Are you listening to what’s happening to me? She carefully kept the dish in the sink, not letting it clatter, and heaved her bag over her shoulder. She stepped outside, then slipped her bag onto the ground and unzipped it, pulling out the bag with all of her necessities.
Finding the ice-pack, she pressed it over her throbbing hand, breathing deeply as the pain slowly subsided. She licked her dry lips, and picking up her bag, continued down the street. After passing a few blocks, she crossed the street to her school, just in time to see Blake roll up in their parents car.
He stepped out, waving to their parents, and brushed past her, like she didn’t exist. She stared after him, the familiar pang of horror throbbing through her.

*sorry for the abrupt ending couldn't think how to end it

Weekly!!
total words: 508

PART 1: Poem
(TW: Mention of de4th and bl00d)[/big]

the horror of it all — 137 words

what you didn’t see was
the sight of my sister,
lying on the floor of the
bl00dstained carpet-
her body limp, bl00died, cold.

what you didn’t see were
my tears.
streaming down my face
like they were rivers of salt
coming from my eyes.

what you didn’t see was
what I saw.
What I wish I
hadn’t seen.

the blood, the tears, the scream,
the horror.
the horror of it all, it never ended, even a year later.
the horror of it all only simplified itself.
only became smaller.
but it never disappeared.
it never will.

The horror will haunt me
forever.
To the end of time.
For as long as I am alive,
the horror will haunt me,
watching my every move,
ready to pounce on me if I make a move
that triggers the horror.

PART 2: Songwriting

wait for me – 210 words

Verse 1:
Well now I haven't
seen you in years
And now I wonder who
you were to me then.
The sound of your laugh
still haunts my ears.
And you taught me how to love.
You taught me how to laugh.
But, you taught me how to let go, too.
You taught me it could be beautiful
to let go of something you loved.
I hope you wait for me,
because I wish to see you again.
I've been waiting for you, and those
beautiful green eyes. They shine like
the emeralds my mom showed me once
in a beautiful bracelet of hers.

Chorus:
I didn't want to leave you
No, I didn't want to let go.
When I saw your dazzling
brown eyes it reminded me of
the tree we sat beneath, where we
said I love you to each other.
I never intended to leave you
I want to see you smile again.
I want to hear a laugh from you, too.
I haven't seen you in years
I haven't seen you smile.
But you taught me how to love
and you taught me how to let go.
I hadn't intended to miss you so much.
No I just want you to understand,
I haven't tried to love anyone else.

PART 3: Scriptwriting

little crush — 161 (TT) words

ELLIE stood next to AMARA in the entrance of the school room door. A basic room with desks of doubles in rows, with the teachers desk in the front.

ELLIE: Ooooh, you sit next to Jameson!! (teasing)
AMARA: Shut up, Ells (nervous)

ELLIE takes her seat across the room as AMARA takes her's next to JAMESON.

JAMESON: Amara, what did we do yesterday? (whispering)
AMARA: Notes- I'll send them to you later. (Whispering)

The teacher begins the lesson, AMARA takes more notes, JAMESON notices how neat her handwriting is.

JAMESON: How is your handwriting so good? (astonished)
AMARA: (shrugs)
TEACHER: Jameson- why are you talking?
JAMESON: U-uh, I had questions, about yesterday, since I wasn't here. (stuttering, nervous)

ELLIE looks over at AMARA, giving her a knowing smile. AMARA gave a fake glare towards ELLIE.

JAMESON: Miss, could Amara help me with the notes from yesterday? (nervous)
TEACHER: No, after these notes she can, but not now. (simple)
JAMESON: Okay. (quiet).

- cont later- current count is 161 -

bruh i strained my hamstring- TT

hehehe word war

Woowhheee i love cats and dogs wait no not dogs but candy yes i love candy but not as much as I love cats and I don’t hate dofs I just prefer cats so don’t take that the wrong way. Jeez these are run-on sentences- i should fix that xD. So i’m fixing that right now whoohoo!!! Also, by the way, Fairy Tales for the win. I do quite love fairy Tales- we are, after all, the very best cabin!! We have… uh…. Roleplay and pretty thumbnails. Yes. Those are so very important. And we might even have a mascot soon. Wow! YAY! Fairy tales is the best. Yes, I’m just repeating myself now, but its simply the truth and i’m reiterating it. I hope I spelled that right. Its hard to focus on spelling while dong a word war. And jeez I misspelled ‘spelling’ so many times in that sentence. Aw, a cat is in my room. How very extremely cute. Oops, I got distracted and then pressed the ‘tab’ button by accident- don’t you just hate it when you do that? I hate the tab button. Why can’t we just click the circle in the corner of the screen and be done with it? Ugh. But instead, every time we try to press ‘a’ we click ‘tab’ and have to click out of the whole apps pop-up. I really do hate it. I guess it could be useful and all, but not to me. It’s just plain annoying to me. I know, I know I use it for when Google has these nice automated guesses for what I’m about to say and I’ll click the ‘tab’ button for that, but why can’t they at least put the most annoying button to accidentally click far away from a vowel, for goodness sake. A VOWEL. In case you didn’t know, I use a lot of vowels. Most people do. Its hard not to. SO DON’T PUT AN ANNOYING BUTTON RIGHT NEXT TO

wow. more than half of that is just me ranting about the tab button xDD
332 words

This was done in 3 minutes lol
Main post: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/846732/?page=5#post-8799139
The characters are introduced earlier! This is treated more or less as an interstory
Chapter 2 (part 2) Word wars 3 minutes: Derrick
Derrick looked back at the training room. Looking at the party going on inside, he sighed. How did this happen? He engaged in self-reflection and looked inward. How did he end up alone, even after all of these years? Even his partner, who he believed to be almost incompatible with everyone around here ended up with a recruit who had stolen her gaze and heart almost immediately. Looking towards the room, there was a huge celebration going on, and a sign plastered above with the words “Baby Shower” around it, with nautilus’ and sea monsters decorated around the sign. There were also flowers around the room, and party poppers. The rest of the sector’s guardians were looking towards the room with a sense of joy and celebration. They left out someone on patrol who generally didn’t go out anyways and had sensitive hearing, while the rest were ready to congratulate the two lovebirds.
“At least I can still host a good party”, thought Derrick. He looked towards the party poppers, and as the moment of truth came, he used it. Almost no glitter came out. He looked towards his fellow captain in distress. “I told you we needed more glitter.”

Word wars part 2 (I LOST AGAIN AHAHHHHHAHHAHAHHHHH)
This is a part of a bigger story I'm writing! Check out my psots for more (https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/846732/?page=5#post-8799139)
Chapter 3: Maril
Maril stooped at a signpost with a map in hand. On his way to Tourelle, he believed that he would be able to stop by other towns and hopefully be able to trace the rogue agent’s steps. Unfortunately, he had been fooled more than once by the map he held, as it seemed to be outdated. Of course, taking a map from a random file cabinet in the archives would lead to a few roads being missing, but he didn’t expect an entire city to just appear! He wasted precious time traversing the city and ended up going in the wrong direction anyway. With a sigh, he looked at the map in his hand and then towards the signpost. The signpost listed that Tourelle was stationed around 20 miles due west, while the map contradicted this by pointing out that Tourelle would be 50 miles north of the town he was at. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Oh well, fool me you, shame on me, fool me twice, shame on me.” He started moving North.
As he ventured, the letters on the signpost started to wriggle. They started moving and eventually formed a smile.

Maril was soon led to a forest-like area where a road ended extremely suddenly. He became a little concerned as, while he did file that he was going on a mission to look for the lost traces of “Sea of Monsters”, he only listed that he would take around 10-20 days to travel to Tourelle and back. He wished he had left more time for him as a cushion in case he got lost, as travelling to Tourelle would generally take around 3-4 days on a carriage. Or so he thought. He once again looked disdainfully towards the map in his hand and tried to figure out where he was. Eventually, after looking closely at the map, he believed he was in a forest that was listed as being north of Tourelle. “Huh, maybe I should forgive you for your past transgressions… After all, it is a little hard to stay mad at an almost 20-year-old inanimate object.” Looking back at the forest, he decided to go back on the road with his horse and buggy, only to realize it wasn’t there! The trees shifted with a breeze in the wind, and Maril felt a chill down his back. There was clearly foul play here, something that caused him to get lost and end up in a forest that seemed to grow either too quickly or a road that just flat out disappears.

Pulling out a lamp and keeping an alert guard, he started to traverse through the forest in the direction he believed he had come from.

453 words

word war - “in the presence of ghosts…”

We’re in the presence of ggohsts? What are you talking about? I ask nervously, because of course He’’d be talking this nonsense again. He always does this, and I can vever undertsna dhwy he wuoudl; do that?
But as we walked through the woods, the woods thst were covered in a low hanging fog and a beautiful blue light, I began to wonder. Truly , really wonder why and how he would thik that? Maybe it was his family. Everyone knew his dad was a bit of a nutter really. Or maybe it was the fact that he walked the woods day in and day out, never seen in the village or in the school. Now that I think about it, we never saw him any where in the school, like really never.
I turned to watch him walk, watched as he seemed to glide over the dirt, barely moving up and down, hardly even walking, perhaps.. Floating? But that would be impossible. I think.
I think this as i watch the sunlight flicker through his figure in a bare second of.


186 words <3

Word War w/Denial
11/4/2025
232 words (5 min)

A/N: Clois fic, might rewrite/continue it sometime later. Idk I thought about it a little too hard and went way slower than usual akdjhfasd-

“how long have you been watching me?”

“lois, i-”

her sharp tongue is unforgiving. “no clark, i don’t want excuses. how long have you been watching me?”

he sighs, running a hand through his hair, curls coming loose. “the past hour or so.”

lois’s lips purse. “so you heard.”

“everything,” he breathes.

“oh, honey.”

he is still and unmoving and she walks towards him, for once pulling him into her embrace. he sags immediately, hard edges softening, as his cape billows around him.

“i’m sorry you had to hear all of that. i know that you want to protect me and it’s hard sometimes. and there is no way that you can get me to stop when i am on a mission, and i’m not apologizing for that, but i am sorry that you had to endure htat with me.” she presses uperself onto her tip toes and pulls his forehead down to hers. “thank you for being here for me and trusting me. i know it’s not what you like, but thank you for letting me handle it.”

he nods, eyes closed and breathing. “ i always want to protect you, lo. but i know that you are able to handle yourself in these situations.”

she chuckles, wrapping an arm tigher around him. there are more dangers to come there way, but they protect each other and that is who they are.

•┈๑⋅⋯ ꒰ ꒱ ⋯⋅๑┈•

i. “growing up doesn’t have to mean growing apart.”

⋆˚✿ day 5
f.o.r.e.v.e.r . thriller . 588 (244 of word war) . war with lily

“Can we stay like this for a little bit longer?”
Between us lie two bracelets, spun of colorful threads and intricate beading spelling out the letters I had looked down to read for the most of my life.
F.O.R.E.V.E.R.
One, broken. Beads strung haphazardly across fraying string, slowly having lost their color throughout its lifetime. The other, tossed away. Thrown into a pile of other junk. Forgotten and unimportant. How can something so beautiful, so symbolic, be tossed away like the most useless scrap?
“Forever” doesn’t have much meaning without context. Forever is holding hands with the one person you could trust, the one person you spilled your secrets too. Forever is late night calls, whispered laughs barely audible over the muffle of the blankets and sheets. Forever is sleepovers, unannounced visits for coffee or smoothies or just a plain ol’ chat, buying each other drinks and gifts. Never missing a birthday. Forever is just that- forever. The feeling of knowing that something will always be there to comfort you, to celebrate with you.
Forever is a best friend.
A sister.
Forever is not loneliness, the deep sinking feeling of knowing it had all gone down the drain.
I wonder if she knows the true meaning of my words. I want to stay like this, like us, for a little while longer.
Growing up doesn’t have to mean growing apart.
So why is that exactly what we’re doing?
She looks at me with glassy eyes though I can tell, even without a mirror, they are nothing like mine. I turn away, unable to bear the look within them. I can feel the tears, hot and ugly, streaming down my face and flushing my cheeks. In her eyes, she looks cold. Deadened. Hard and unwavering. Strong.
She looks empty.
There is nothing forever in a void of emptiness.
I wish there was more behind them. But if eyes are truly the windows to the soul, what’s left there for me to hold on to? I do not want to take from her what she already does not have. As much as it is painful, as much as it is destructive to watch a thriving forest burn to ashes, I know that she will be better off without me.
Selfishly, I wish she needed me.
“I’m going off to college now. I can’t stay with you. I’ll call every day, we can meet up once in a while. I’ll visit as much as I can, but—” She doesn’t trail off, lead answers to be guessed. She simply cuts herself off. We both know that she doesn’t think I can handle knowing her next words.
But you won’t have time. Soon enough, you’ll forget to call. You’ll have plans when we could meet. Weekend visits will turn to holiday vacations, to surprises.
I wish I had something to hold on to.
“You didn’t need to get rid of the bracelets.” My voice choked, caught in my throat.
She shakes her head dismissively. “It would’ve broken when I was moving, or I would’ve lost it. They’re better off with you.”
She doesn’t mention how mine already shattered. I had found it on the bathroom floor a week before.
“Bye,” I whisper, the words tumbling softly out of my mouth. I watch as she picks up her duffel handle.
“Bye.”
Then she turns, walking out of the door.
Never looking back.
Leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart up from off the floor.

──★ ˙ word war with chuey
359 words … november 4

prompt: none … five minutes

!beware of spelling errors and incorrect grammar!

Hi I'm Willow and oh my gosh it has been so long since I did a word war. Last time I did was in July so I'm very nervous about how I will do this time. I honestly really like unprompted word wars better because now I really do not have to think about thing. I just have to make sure whatever I am writing follows the guidelines and is counted. Like I cannot put lyrics and things off my head, which is usually hard for me to do. That is why this time I am listening to ‘Just Shapes and Beats’ OST because it has none, but I still enjoy it. By ‘it’ I mean it has no lyrics. So yeah, just listen to me yap about the most random things for another three minutes. Today I had pizza but I will not be explaining why. Okay fine I won a game at school and yeah I do not know if I can say anymore. But I had pepperoni and I was talking to some friends(?) are they even considered friends or aquaintances? Okay anyways we were talking about toothpaste and I realized that I have no idea what brand I use. So I went home and brush me teeth (I wear braces so I have to brush three times a day) and I did not check! Wow, great memory, Willow. Speaking of my name, do I even want to still go by Willow? I feel like I am just using it because of my username. But I do not feel like it fits me anymore. I do not believe it ever had, and I had just used it for aesthetic purposes. I was thinking of going by Rue, and I kind of am by using it as a second name and on my alt accounts, but it is not being used as my main. I do not know if I want to change, because I have been using Willow for years. So mmmoving on woah those are a lot of ‘m’s but I do not care to fix my spelling mistakes. Okay goodbye I must go now.

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Maril lifted his lamp. He could barely see ahead of him as the night drew nearer. The clop of the horses kept a steady rhythm, as the carriage trudged forward.

“So this is what Hilbert meant with his infinite hotel. I bet this forest follows rules related to it…”

This never-ending forest of trees was extremely oppressive and stifling. Darkness soon enveloped him. As he looked towards the nearest tree, he was able to sense a rustling nearby. He instantly went on full alert, and raised what seemed to be a pistol. It seemed a little old-fashioned, like a personal revolver from the 1900s, with markings and engravings on it, creating a crescent swirl and the guardian logo. As he continued forward, the trees seemed to come closer and closer together, until eventually he felt as if he was being herded towards a place. Whether or not this was the center of the forest or the outskirts, he was fine with the outcome. He trusted in his abilities to be able to fight anything that popped out, and of course, being able to get out of the forest and back on the trail to Tourelle would be a welcome addition.

Suddenly, while appearing to be lost in thought, he closed his eyes, pointed his revolver northeast, and fired.

Word war battle vs AmazaEevee (i lost > )
HELP I'VE LOST 3 IN A ROW AHHHHH 130 wpm means nothing if my brain thinks at 2 wpm man

“Can… we stay like this for a little bit longer?” Alaina asked, pushing herself further into her brother’s embrace. Which was ironic, because Alfie was younger than her by about two years.

Alfie patted Alaina on the back. “Of course we can,” he said. “Do you want to tell me about what happened at work today?” Alfie asked gently.

No. No, she didn’t want to. It… everything happened. Alaina couldn’t place what she’d seen into words today and she….

Alaina broke down crying again. “I… I don’t think I can,” she said, her words broken by sobs. “It… it was… bad.” She whispered the last words, feeling Alfie pull her in tighter.

“Awww, Alaina,” Alfie said softly, “it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Alaina nodded and wiped her tears from her eyes and pushed herself up from where she was leaning against Alfie on the sofa. “I… we should have dinner,” she said, checking the time. “But I don’t want you to go.”

“We can order takeout if you want,” Alfie said. “We’re adults now, Mum isn’t going to get annoyed at us if we do. We could order your favourite thing.”

Alaina actually wasn’t that hungry. Maybe it was all the crying. “I’m… I’m not that hungry,” she said, wiping her tears away from her face. “I need some hot water.”

weekly 1 (WIP for idk how long)

poetry (sneak peek :0)


today’s dawn was the one
which saw us fly away,
away from our home
away from our friends and
everything we’d known
for the past eight years.
the sixth of july.
before, I was sure
that flight
was exhilarating.
trust me, reader-
for to have come so far,
only you
could understand my words-
flight may be joyful
but in my case,
it was an exodus.
a retreat,
an escape
from
who
we
were.
and I believe
it’s ultimately futile
and it won’t lead to our security.
for what is existence
or even safety,
when you have to run
from your friends
and you can
trust
no
one?

song:

Verse 1-