daily about a jellyfish, Nov 3

Once upon a time, there lived a kingdom of jellyfishes. Naturally there was a jellyfish king, and a jellyfish queen, and little jellyfish princes and princesses, and then there were jellyfish servants and jellyfish artists and jellyfish architects, jellyfish baristas and jellyfish terrestrial biologists and jellyfish doctors, and on and on and on. And there was one little jellyfish whose name was Alliynne. She really liked to grow jellymatoes, which are the jellyfish equivalent of tomatoes, along with many other jellyplants. Alliynne had a huge garden and was really talented. She was very smart too, and good at drawing. She liked to study and draw plants as well, and sometimes rescued them into her garden. Except, Alliynne got made fun of at school, because her name, while very pretty on paper, was pronounced like the word ‘alien.’ this made her an exceptional target for teasing, and she very often cried. And then one day, Alliynne was walking home from school, all alone, being angry at her parents for giving her such a silly name, when somebody came up to her. The somebody looked just like a regular jellyfish, but they were wearing a dark cloak and big sunglasses and very cool sci-fi-y-looking pants. Alliynne told the somboeyd to go away, and the somebody did not go away, so Alliynne was mad at them and started walking really fast. The somebody also walked really fast and Alliynne got even angrier and then finally she shouted, “Who are you?!”
And the somebody replied, “My name is Bygfuot.”
Alliynne laughed sarcastically. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not!”
“Your name isn’t Bigfoot!”
“It is, too!”
“No way, that’s preposterous.”
“Says the person who’s name is literally Alien!”
“It’s not. It’s Alliynne.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said.”
“No, its spelled different.”
“Well, so is mine.”
“How is you’rs spelled, then?”
“B-Y-G-F-U-O-T.”
“Oh. mine’s A-L-L-I-Y-N-N-E.”
“gUESS WHAT?”
“What?”
Bygfuot took off the ridiculously large sunglasses and pulled the hood off her head. ”I’m the princess jellyfish,” she explained.
“Whoaaaaa” Alliynne said.
“Yeah, and the king named me something that sounds like bigfoot!”
All of a sudden spongebob came along because he was jellyfishing. His big jellyifhsing net swooped through the water and caught alliynne and bygfuot, and he ran off laughing. Allyinne and bigfoot were terrified. And then they all died, and later when the princess named what sounds like bigfoot was missing the whole castle of the jellyfish kingdom was set on fire because the king and the queen and everybody were freaking out because the jellyfish princess was missing because she died because sp[ongebobl

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weeklyyyyy 1 for novemebrrrr

i poetry 100 words

the sword is made of rubber,
cheap and bendable,
bought from spirit Halloween.
it is not very shiny
it is not at all sharp,
it is not practical to have
and my excuse for buying it
was to be part of my costume.

but I love the sword.
there was an inside joke of sorts,
in my English class last year,
long story short I love swords now
in a chaotic manner, sure,
but love is love, is it not?

the sword has a gray ‘blade’
and there are dragons on
the brownish hilt.
the tip of the sword
was blunt from the beginning,
but now it is blunter yet,
for I dragged it on the ground
while trick or treating.
to be fair, I had full hands
with all the candy,
and there was a loop in my jeans
that was just perfect
to hold my beautiful sword.

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its so bad asdljfklsafjdklsajgdfag its ok weekly points are weekly points


ii. song 200 words

it's time to write a song
gotta write a song
I've never wrote a song
never wrote a song

squidy write a song
squidy write a song

how does one write a song
how to write a song
what shall I write about
a song could be about
anything that one could
think up

I'm not a songwriter
not a song-listen-to-er
and I can't think what
to write a song about

squidy write a song
squidy write a song

how does one write a song
how to write a song
what shall I write about
a song could be about
anything that one could
think up

I don't have any ideas
so I went to the main cabin
where I asked a good question:
'what should I write a song about?'
and I was answered by
the wonderful kit (kat)
and kit told me
to write a song about
not knowing what
to write a song about
so here I am

squidy write a song
squidy write a song

how does one write a song
how to write a song
what shall I write about
a song could be about
anything that one could
think up

squidy write a song, indeed
how does one write a song?
not an ounce of song-writing inspo
I don't listen to music
how am I supposed to write a song?

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iii. script 300 words

a sword store, shiny metal everywhere and a sign in the window reading buy 100,000, get 1 free. enter SHOPKEEPER, sitting behind the counter, and LAURYNE and JESS, going inside the store.

LAURYNE:
hi! remember us? you threw a sword at my head. I think. it is the same guy, right, Jess? I think it is. he looks awfully familiar.

JESS:
yeah, I think it's the same guy. hi!

SHOPKEEPER:
(after a long pause and lots of squinting)
oh, I do remember you two!

LAURYNE:
YEAHHHH!!!

SHOPKEEPER:
so, how's it been? What have you gotten up to since I last saw you… and… threw a sword at your head.
(looks guiltily to the side for a moment)

JESS:
We've been exploring other places! Well, one in particular.

LAURYNE:
It was very nice there. lots of candy everywhere.

JESS:
apparently it's always fall. sounds nice.

LAURYNE:
kinda the opposite of here, really… but also not…

SHOPKEEPER:
…right. that makes perfect sense and I totally understand what you are telling me.

JESS:
instead of magic being outlawed, there was magic people and regular people and they were at war.

LAURYNE:
but it was a very small and isolated place.

JESS:
so they couldn't afford to actually k!ll anybody.

LAURYNE:
so instead of a real war, they were just in a reaaaally intense prank war.

SHOPKEEPER:
iiiiinteresting.

JESS:
it was great! we got to help them shoot marshmallows at each other and explode pies—

LAURYNE:
and then we became secret agents that were on both sides and sabotaged both of them!

SHOPKEEPER:
wow, really!? this sounds awfully exciting.

JESS:
it was!

LAURYNE:
then we got arrested.

JESS:
but the jail was made out of rock candy.

LAURYNE:
so I ate a hole in the wall and we made an epic escape!

SHOPKEEPER:
that's amazing. sounds similar to what happened when you were here. at least, the getting arrested part.

LAURYNE:
yeah, autumn-candy-land jail was a lot better than fantasy-dystopian-communist jail, I have to say.

JESS:
so, what have you been doing lately?

SHOPKEEPER:
oh, you know. just normal Secret Sword Society stuff. Wanna hear about the heist last night?

LAURYNE and JESS:
absolutely!

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iv. speech 400 words

hello everybody! ladies and gentlemen, mango-lovers and arson committers, swc participants of all types (yes, you too, gurtle ;D), welcome to Squidy's Awesome Speech!! some of you may know me as a very chaotic, glitter-and-sword-loving writer, which I am, and today I am here to talk about how amazing we all are! I mean, think about it. I think sometimes we swc-ers forget about how brilliant this all is.
first and foremost, the obvious: we are literally a writing camp on a children's coding website, created by children for other children. turn that over in your mind for a minute. the fact is astonishing. we are minors who have come together to help each other improve our writing skills in a fun and chaotic way, and this community has grown so large too.
speaking of the community, every single person here is so, so incredibly talented. and not just at writing, though I swear we have actual writing geniuses in here. and remember we are young people too. but beyond that, everyone has a hobby or interest of some sort that they are so passionate and smart about and good at, whether it be art, theater, music, languages, science, dance, whatever. we have people who could actually be professional athletes I bet, and people who could probably sell their drawings and become rich, and people are likely going to invent something that'll change the world one day.
and we're all so kind, too. if somebody is having issues in real life, they have a whole writing camp of people that have their back and who they can talk to about it. if somebody needs help with a project or assignment, they can ask for critiques or advice. and we have so many chaotic memories of what I am now going to call swclove :sparkles:
not to mention the part where we live all around the world and are all different ages and genders? but everybody is treated equally, whereas in real life a 17-year-old and a 10-year-old likely wouldn't be such easy friends. to me, that's the cherry on top that makes swc so special.
but I think we take it for granted. our talent and kindness is magnificent, but it's easy to forget that. and it's easy to get lost in the competition or stress of everyday real life, and I think that we should all take a step back sometimes to admire the simple beauty of what we have created here on scratch.
thank you.

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pumpkin daily Nov 6

the pumpkin was so tall it scraped the clouds, and so wide that a thousand whales could fit around it. and inside was a whole, living and breathing city, visible through the gargantuan carved triangle eyes and nose and toothy grin of the humongous jack-o-lantern city.

at its base was a set of pumpkiny steps lined with dry, crunchy leaves from the towering birch trees on each side of the arched doorway leading into the pumpkin. beyond this arch was a winding cobblestone path. it swept around cottages and gardens and farms, and eventually shops and apartment buildings, and then it widened into a town square where many pumpkiny meetings were often held and split into other twirling, weaving streets that came together and pulled apart and danced throughout the city. and if one was to walk through these wiggly streets, they would almost always end up right back where they started in the town square, in the center of which sits a majestic pumpkiny spiral staircase that reached towards the untouchabley high ceiling of the jack-o-lantern. and if one was to climb that spiral staircase, they would come to a nearly identical, but far fancier, level of the city, and on and on again until they reached the very top, where the king of the entire pumpkin lived.

now if one was to step towards the wall of the pumpkin and cut out a good sized chunk of it, they could easily make a delicious pumpkin pie, and many people do this inside of the giant jack-o-lantern, but this over the years has led to a great many occurrences of collapsing and even more occurrences of generally weak walls that may collapse very soon, so it is advisable not to do this and to simply buy a pumpkin from one's nearest market, or venture further to a pumpkin patch or farm to purchase this orange gourd.

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word war with zephyr ~ 5 minutes ~ Novemeber 10 ~ “I told you we needed more glitter.” - kenzie

I told you, I told you, I told you. we needed WAYYYY more glitter, Alicia!" lauryne said but Alicia just shok her head and insisted noo, it looks amazing!! and lauryne was like NAH and Alicia was like YAH and lauryne was like NAHHHHH and Alicia was like bruhhh and lauryne said come on Alicia it looks awful look at all those bald spots and Alicia was like what are you even talking about that's ridiculous what do you mean balds spots it acctn beven be bald because it doesn't even have hair in the first place so how is it bald spots if its not bald because it doesn't; have hair!!! and lauryne was like dude your kidding you know what I mean and also side note i'm wearing this sweater that I got today and its stripey but its so hot right now but like word war so I cant take it off but its so hot anyways back to the story um where was I oh right so lauryne was like see that huge area right there in the middle of the rocket ship box that does not have glitter on it?>!>!?! and then jess came along and was like Alicia is this your doing come on you need to put more glitter than that>??? and so Alicia was like ugh I cant argue with bOTH of you fine you can put glitter on it and Laurne and Jess shouted YES and then Alicia was like sighhh and then Lauryne grabbed the bottle of glitter and dumped it on their cardboard rocket ship but nothing came out? and she was like uhh hello? why tis there not cgiltter? and Jess goes hey I think its empty and Alicia says yeah because you USED SO MUCH SO NOW ITS EMPTY WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT EVNOUGH GLITTER YOU USED AN ENTIRE BOTTLE SEE IM RIGHT AND ALSO SIDE NOTE AGAIN IM GOING TO KEEP THE CAPS LOCK ON BEACUSE I DONT WANT TO TURN IT OFF SO THEN JESS WAS LIKE HAH YOU CANT WIN ALICIA AND SHE PULLS OUT LIKE 5 THINGS OF GLITTER AND ALSO A FEW BOTTLE SOF LITTER GLUE AND THEN ALSO A SPARKLY JACKET FOR SOME REASON??? AND SHE PUTS ON THE SPARKLEY JACKET AND ONH WAIT SHE ALSO HAS A SPARKLY

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weekly 2 for novemberrr

JKKKK I messed up this is not my weekly anymore

part 1 ~ research ~ 200 words
-the defenestration of prague!
- there were 3!

-1st defenestration, 1419
- Jan želivský and a bunch of Hussites threw 7 council members out a window at new town hall
- caused hussite wars

- 2nd defenestration of prague! 1483
- Hussites threw 7 council members out a window aGAiN
- caused peace actually there was a treaty and then the Peace of Kutná Hora

- 3rd defenestration of prague 1618
- 2 catholic governors were thrown out the windows of prague castle by protestant bohemian nobles
- they landed in po0p and so survived
- caused thirty years war because the bohemians revolted against the habsburgs
- most commonly known Defenestration

people have been thrown out of windows in Prague multiple times, though the most common is also the most recent. the first Defenestration was in 1419. the Hussites, a religious group, were angry, for what reason I did not really include in my research, though I probably should have. ah. the Hussites were angry for the reason that their friends, fellow Hussites, were imprisoned. on the day it happened, the crowd was vibrating with fury, insults flew and rocks were thrown. they stomped inside and tossed 7 council members of new town Hall out the window. this first Defenestration sparked the hussite wars. almost seventy years later, nearly an identical situation occured, though this time for religious reasons - angry Hussites threw 7 council members out a window once again. plus the burgomaster, whatever that is. but the second Defenestration did not spark a war. in fact, it sparked a treaty. and finally, the most known Prague Defenestration: in 1618, again for religious reasons, protestant bohemian nobles threw two Catholic governors out of the windows of Prague castle. the governers plummeted down and should have died, but they landed in a huge pile of manure, brown and stinky and soft enough that they survived. and this defenestration was the beginning of the thirty years war. the end.

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part 2 description writing the setting 400 words

the castle is huge. it sits in a sprawling complex atop a hill overlooking the city of a hundred spires, home to not just the palace itself but also a partly finished cathedral, all stained glass and roofs a million miles high and tiny little details drenching it in beauty, as well as another, smaller church with arched, painting ceilings and a vibrant red outside. there is also a long, narrow street, crammed with colorful little houses and people living their lives—castle guards, mostly, but also alchemists and goldsmiths, busily working and working and working in that skinny little alley.

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daily Nov 13 personality an object in 300+ words

my name is Monday, and everybody seems to despise me. i'm not sure why.

sure, they have to get up early and go to work or school and actually have lives again after everybody's favorite Sunday and Saturday, when they can relax and do nothing for two days straight.

but it's not so bad, really. did anybody die? no. did anybody even get minorly injured? no. did anybody lose some valuable or sentimental items? did anybody's house burn down, did anybody get separated in a storm? no!

plus, there are 4 other days of the week. they are exactly the same as me. people have to get up early and go to work or school and actually have lives, unlike the Weekend twins. nobody is k!lled or ma!med or even minorly hurt on a regular basis, and people do not lose their objects or their homes or their loved ones either.

the only difference is that the other days of the week, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday (who everybody also loves! can't begin to explain to you why, for I don't know myself!) aren't right after Sunday! but that's preposterous. there's literally no good reason at all to hate Monday and love Friday when we are one and the same. we even both touch a Weekend! but Friday is before Saturday, and I'm after Sunday. so what?

I despise Friday with all of my mondayish heart. I hate Sunday, because Sunday's the reason everybody hates me. I loath Saturday, too, because Saturday is what makes everybody love Friday, and I don't like Friday because everybody loves Friday but they hate me. and I minorly detest Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday too. Thursday more, because it's sometimes known as ‘friday junior.’ then Tuesday, because tuesday's right after me but they like Tuesday more but Tuesday's still at the beginning of the week. and then Wednesday, who I still don't like, but is the least obnoxious out of all seven of us.

one day, I am going to get revenge on every single person in this entire universe who hates Mondays, and when I'm done with that, I'll do the same to Sunday, Friday, Saturday, Thursday, Tuesday, and relatively chill Wednesday. I will.

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weekly 2


part 1 200 words of research

ww2 gasp scary scary /srs

- Hitler BOOOO
- Hitler was mean and evil and he led the nazis
- he didn't like jews
- or disabled people
- Slavic people also
- communists (valid but you don't have to kill them)
- gay people
- jehovah's witnesses
- black people
- or basically anyone who wasn't the perfect Aryan German
- but mostly jews
- and he KILLED THEM in concentration camps and they were really really awful to them
- plus the actual war part where he started invading other countries like Poland and France and this was because he was bad from ww1 where Germany got blamed for everything and land taken away
- so that was not good
- but lots of people who didn't actually live in Germany or wherever didn't know about it
- by the time people found out it was a little late
- in the end he killed 6,000,000 (that's six million but I wrote it out to show how big) Jewish people
- it's very very very very sad
- this is called the holocaust
- oh by the way the war started in 1939 when Hitler invaded poland
- but like I think the holocaust technically started before that because they were discriminating against jewish people and stuff throughout the 30s I believe

In Europe, particularly a land called Germany, throughout the 1930s and well into the 40s, there was a horrible, horrible event called the Holocaust. An evil man named Adolf Hitler ruled Germany with his Nazi party, and killed anybody who got in his way. That included a great many groups of people, such as people who were Slavic or gay or had dark skin or needed a wheelchair to walk. Or generally anybody who disagreed with him. But particularly, he targeted Jewish people. He started fires and stole gold and rounded up all of these people and sent them on cattle cars to camps where they were packed together like sardines, forced to work, and then thrown into showers where poisonous gas came out instead of water. Then he burned their bodies and kept on going, and killed 6,000,000 Jews alone throughout World War 2.

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part 2 400 words of setting description

The camp sprawled over miles, rows and rows and rows of tiny, shabby buildings. over there was a tall, dark chimney, over here was a grand gate that read, arbeit macht frei. Work makes you free. but of course, nobody would ever be freed from this place. it was guarded too heavily, strict rules and cruel soldiers on every corner, holding machine guns, not afraid to shoot you or hang you or send you to the gas chambers, where you suffocate to death after fifteen agonizing minutes, and then get thrown into the giant ovens they called cremators.

everybody at these camps wear the same stripey pajamas, and most of them have yellow stars on their chests that say jude for jew. they are thinner than paper, all ribs and elbows and knees, hollow eyes that look already dead, basically walking skeletons as they struggle to do the work they are told. move those boulders over there, stack those bricks, dig that hole. good, good. now move the boulders back, knock the bricks down and build the tower, fill in the hole with the dirt you just dug up. now again, and again, and again. that one's too slow, probably sick, he is kind of old, just kill him now. we can't afford to have slow people here. and work, and work, and work, and work until you drop but you have to get up again and keep working working working because work sets you free, doesn't it. and you're hungry, so very hungry, and they feed you just enough that you'll stay alive but not quite enough to fill your tummy and warm you. when you sleep, you must share your hard wooden bunk with three other people, and in the morning, perhaps one of them is dead and the other two are sick.

a train comes, or a truck, or just a pack of zombies walking through that ominous gate. new people, still with their suitcases filled with nice clothes and shoes, pots and pans, books and food and medicine, valuables, passports, hairbrushes, glasses, water bottles, mirrors, pens, money, photos, wedding rings. the Nazis stole all of it, stripped those poor people of everything they owned—even the clothes on their backs—and threw those unfit for work into the giant ovens that ate people's families.

the poor new people, unaware that they are soon to die, not even attempting to escape before it's too late because they didn't know.

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part 3 400 words of character description

-very very bold and like does not accept people just barging into homes and taking what they like and saying it's okay by the law
-especially when they take people!!
-is named Ingrid
-is fourteen years old
-has an older brother. Hans! he is 18 years old
-has a younger brother as well. Leo! he is only 12 years old
-has a mother and a father but not really anymore because they got TAKEN BY THE NAZIS
-she is very very caring
-she also cares a lot about her family and will do anything for them
-she kind of does not have a very good sense of risk like she does not realize the danger of certain actions
-super super recklesssss
-also really likes nature, like loves to go on walks and build fairy houses and chase squirrels and whatever hahaha

Ingrid is a 14 year old living in southern Germany. her family lives in a cozy house, not too big but not too small, it is just right and filled with photos and hand-made blankets and souvenirs from vacations. there was always a crackling fire and hot soup for her and her 18 year old brother, Hans, and her twelve year old brother, Leo, and her mom and dad. she loves nature and often goes to have adventures outside, which is easy because they live in the country near a thick forest. she will easily spend hours building fairy houses, collecting wild berries and mushrooms, climbing trees and running through piles of leaves and trying to have sword fights with squirrels. wait whaaaat? Ingrid is very bold and passionate about her beliefs, so when her mother and father were taken by the Nazis and hans made her and Leo run into the woods, she wasn't very willing to step back and just let these people steal her parents, not to mention stealing all of their valuables and souvenirs and warm blankets and pictures. Ingrid gets super duper fired up and angry about this. she's also really reckless and has a very bad sense of risk so oftentimes she does not understand or realize the danger of her actions and choices. and she also cares about her family so so so much and she would do anything to protect her brothers hans and leo. her family is not Jewish or anything but they're known for being allies with the nazi's political opponents plus hans is kinda gay but shhh so that's mostly why her mom and dad got taken by the Nazis because they were helping the trade unionists sure that works and then they told the Nazis that the kids were out so the kids obviously coudln't come back to the house so they had to run into the woods and Ingrid gets to show off her naturey skills and like they live in the forest for a little while and yeah

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part 4 500 words of story

Ingrid hopped down from the tree and landed lightly on her feet, her light hair swishing around as she dropped down. she ran down the path, kicking through leaves, her nimble fingers plucking ripe blueberries from the bushes. she came across a big toadstool and grinned. it was perfect for a fairy house. she gathered a few sticks and clumps of moss, and arranged them carefully on the mushroom until it looked like a small, mushroom-shaped cottage. Ingrid leapt to her feet and skipped through the trees all the way back home. she came to her house, made of bricks and cream-painted wood, and opened the back door. there was her brother Hans, four years older and much more mature that Ingrid could ever hope to be. that was okay. she liked being child-like and having adventures. mature was boring and safe. what was life without a little risk?

“hello, Hans!” she said as she squeezed past him into the house. at the kitchen table was Leo, her younger brother by two years, in front of a steaming bowl of soup, and in the kitchen was her mother, frantically opening cabinets and shoving items into a bag. potatoes, apples, bread, a bit of cake, some cheese, oranges and a bag of berries that Ingrid herself had brought back from the woods just the day before. “Mama, what are you doing?” she asked with a yawn. Ingrid was awfully tired from adventuring all day. she looked back at Leo, who she realized was hurriedly slurping down his soup. “what's going on?”

“Ingrid, go grab a backpack and put in some important things. only the most vital, quickly now, go.” Hans told her sternly.

“What, why?”

“Ingrid, dear, please.” her mother managed to say between her mutterings of oh, what about this, no, that'll go bad too soon, what about this? no, won't fit in the bag very well…

“Not until you tell me why!”

“They're coming for us, Ingrid.” Leo said, annoyed. “The Nazis want mama and papa. ‘cause they were helping those trade guys.”

“trade unionists.” Hans corrected.

Leo shrugged.

“Now go and pack. you’ll need a blanket, warm clothes and shoes and try to fit some food in there, too. no space for books or pencils or candy.”

“no books?! but I need my plant book, at least. let me have that?”

Hans and mama looked at each other for a minute, then Hans turned back to Ingrid and said, “fine. that'll be helpful, probably. but no other books! only warm clothes and as much food as you can.”

“okay, okay. wait. wait a second.” Ingrid squinted at Hans and mama. “if they're coming for you and papa… why do I need to pack? am I coming, too?”

“no, Ingrid. well, yes, but no.” her mama said.

Leo looked back up again from his almost-done soup. “they want us, too, but not as much as mama and papa. we're going leave before they come, and mama and papa will go with them.”

“…oh,” Ingrid said.

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obviously there's more that would happen but I'm going to stop here so I can just get the weekly points and maybe i'll finish it later? clearly Ingrid does end up in a concentration camp because of part 2 the setting bit and I wrote about a death camp

lolll can you tell what I read (Alan gratz and also Jennifer a neilson SO GOOD GO READ THEIR BOOKS)

my calculator says 1755 words!!

daily 17

Lauryne and Jess's Super Awesome Giant Ninja Throwing Star Slash Shurkien Chocolate Chip Plus Some Other Things Cookies!!!

serves 10, assuming you will be throwing your cookies at people and not actually eating them, or the people eating these cookies have very large appetites

ingredients:
flour! about five cups will do
sugar! you need twelve cups of this stuff
butter! three sticks of butter
elevnety-seven pounds of chocolate chips
magic water (hahaha where are you gonna get that?! Lauryne got it from Jess because Jess has magic water powers) about two cups
brown sugar, because regular sugar doens't have that fLaVoR probably eight cups will do
almonds, 1 tablespoon for protein because Lauryne's dad says everything should have protein?? wait, no, erase that—
raisins! however much you want
glitter!!! you need twenty cups of glitter these must be very sparklesy it's part of the weapon function
sprinkles, however much you want
milk from a very tall cow, 1 cup
taco meat?? lauryne, stop adding random ingredients!
okay do you think that's enough?
YES!
wait one more
secret ingredient! add a secret amount!

instructions:
step 1. mix everything together in a really big bowl (it has to be very big because this makes a really big dough) except for the sprinkles
step 2. make the dough into really big ninja star shapes and be sure to make the ends pointy
step 3. put sprinkles on top
step 4. cook until it's super duper crispy REMEMBER THESE ARE WEAPONS
step 5. enjoy a piece mmm they're so good except you can't eat them because you have to use them as weapons grr
step 6. throw them at people and watch the downfall of your enemies!!

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daily 18 ~ 300 words of chaotic fanfic lets go

Hermione Granger stepped into the cabin, her bag bursting full of books and her hair as poofy and untamed as ever. She was immediately greeted by Squidy and Mabel Pines, hanging upside down from the rafters and smearing glitter glue all over each other, as well as Sophie Foster and Keefe Sencen, who were eating mallowmelt and laughing at Squidy and Mabel. In another corner, Violet Baudelaire and her siblings, Klaus and Sunny, were talking to Reynie Muldoon about some sort of complicated-looking contraption that sat between the four of them. Hermione looked around, totally overwhelmed by the chaotic nature of this cabin. She wasn't sure she'd fit in at all. But that didn't matter! Hermione Granger never needed to fit in. She had survived a couple of years at Hogwarts living with Harry Potter, a very dangerous friend choice to have, and so she figured she would be just fine. But still, she hoped they would be friendly. Just imagine, a whole cabin of Slytherins? it would be awful. Hermione put down her things in a corner and spotted Luna Lovegood lying beneath one of the beds.

“Luna?! What are you doing here?” she asked, excited to see a friendly face.

“Oh, I'm just looking for Gurtles. Very small, very green, link-eating turtles.”

“…Right.” Hermione looked around again. “Have you met anybody here yet?”

“No, not particularly. Violet over there was nice, though. We got here about the same time, before anybody else. I think she's really smart, like you. Maybe a little more science-inclined, but still. And her brother loves to read, his name's Klaus… of course, I only know this from half-accidentally eavesdropping on her conversation with Reynie over there.”

“Oh.”

Luna looked at her expectantly, waiting for Hermione to say something more. Hermione glanced up at Squidy and Mabel, up in the ceiling. “What about… them?”

Luna shrugged. “Go ask yourself. They only just got here, but it looks like they were friends before arriving. perhaps they met on an airplane or something. by the way, did you know we're surrounded by muggles? except, those two are elves. they have crazy powers, and they don't need wands! it's amazing.”

Hermione sighed. she figured she should go meet the others. based on luna's description, they didn't sound… too bad. well, that Squidy and mabel… she would figure them out later. but some fellow nerds, and some elves? that sounded great.

she walked up to violet first, figuring she was the second-most rational person in the room. “Hi, Violet! I'm Hermione Granger. What's your name? I mean—oh, for heaven's sake.” she sighed again. Hermione realized she had been doing a lot of sighing today. “Sorry, Luna already told me your name. I… don't really know what to say right now.” she bit her lip awkwardly.

“How do you do, Hermione? Would you like to help us with my invention?”

“Yes, actually, that sounds wonderful! What sort of machine is it? And… who's everyone else?”

“this is sunny, my baby sister,” violet explained. “say hello, Sunny.”

Sunny squealed something unintelligible.

“Hello, Sunny,” Hermione smiled warmly.

“And I'm klaus,” Klaus said. he adjusted his glasses. “It's nice to meet you.”

“hi. and you must be…” Hermione turned to Reynie.

“Reynie Muldoon.”

“The machine is a glitter cannon,” violet explained after Hermione has been introduced to everyone. “we're going to use to use it to shoot them down from the ceiling.” she gestured towards Mabel and Squidy, who had now ran out of glitter glue and were poking each other in the sides, giggling uncontrollably.

Hermione smiled. “such hooligans deserve to be shot with glitter,” she said. “although… they'd probably like it…”

“that's the point,” violet laughed. “I want everybody in this cabin to get along nicely, and what better way to do that than a glitter cannon?”

“Well, I think I can help you shoot glitter at them without needing to build a cannon.” Hermione pulled her wand out of her pocket and said a spell. sparkles darted towards Squidy and Mabel, who shouted in excitement.

The baudelaire's and reynie's eyes were practically the size of elephants. “what was that?”

“magic, of course. I'm a witch. so's Luna.” a thought crossed hermione's mind, and she turned back to Luna.

“they do have adult wizards here, right? just imagine, coming to this amazing summer camp—which… wasn't it about writing?”

“yeah, swc. it's a writing camp.” Reynie said.

“well, they must have wizards. it can't be all muggles, it just can't.”

“I think you'll be fine. we're probably so far the ministry won't even know.” Luna said.

“…well, okay. hmm, I should go say hello to the elves.”

Hermione walked over to Sophie and Keefe, who were still eating mallowmelt and sniggering at Squidy and Mabel. “I'm Hermione granger. And you are?”

Sophie squealed. “oh my gosh, is it really you? wow, I read about you!”

“Wait, what?”

Squidy shoves herself into the conversation (but still says up in the ceiling) “HA I read about all of you guys. except you, Mabel. you're from a cartoon I like.”

“WAIT WHAT?!!”

suddenly count Olaf poke his head into the room. “hello, hello, hello.” he said. “hi baudelaire orphans! i'm going to commit more arson now. have fun, everybody!” he threw a match into the room, and everybody ran out through the window.

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weekly 3!! omg can you believe i've done 2 weeklies and am now doing the third one :000 I usually just do the first weekly bahaha


part 1 300 words of acknowledging the reasons behind our procrastination

first of all, the English homework is hard and I don't know how to do it, even though it's only the backs of two pages. I also don't want to do it, because it is hard. next, the computer science stuff is really boring and kind of takes a long time and I just really really don't want to do it. the math homework is easy but tedious and will take a while because I have 3 pages left of the packet. the slideshow thing is simple but I don't have pictures for a lot of the things and I have to think of stuff to put, which is difficult with my perfectionism. also we are going to go watch a movie right now and then we're watching qualifying also even if we didn't, I'd rather write, swc, or read or draw. and all of its really boring and there are so many much more interesting things i'd rather do. essentially, i'm procrastinating on my homework by doing the procrastination weekly, which I have procrastinated on all week. :thumbs up: I think I had some other reasons too but I can't remember them right now. oh yeah its just kind of a lot of work and like all pretty urgent (cs stuff was from yesterday and I think it was due yesterday, and the rest is due monday) and oh I remember it's kinda overwhelming because like it's a lot of work to do. oh also in computer science when we have stuff on Canva (eeeee!) I get really distracted (booo!! valid tho?) and it takes waayyyy longer than I expect, plan, or hope it will take. So in summary, the tasks I have to do are difficult, time-consuming, boring, and overwhelming in their quantity, and I'd much rather do things that I actually like.

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part 2 200 words about 3 tasks that you did to help motivate yourself

the first thing I tried was to clean my room and myself. it was not exclusively included in the workshop, but I think the idea counts and the important part is that, after brushing my teeth, washing my face, making my bed, and picking up a few things off the floor, I was able to complete the easiest task on my list, which was to finish a gratitude slideshow where I was required to insert photos of things like my friends, family, favorite things, etc. I had been procrastinating on adding the last few pictures, because I don't have any pictures of people, so once I felt fresh and clean it motivated me to ask my mom to send me the last few photos I needed.

the second thing I did was to make goals. I decided to work on computer science for just ten minutes, and once that ten minutes was up, i went straight into adding another ten minutes and kept my momentum up. I've found that setting a short time goal can help me get started, and I attempt to get as much done as possible within those ten minutes, and once the timer's up I just keep going, so timers are really helpful.

the third thing I did was a reward. I told myself I could have some candy and play a game on my phone if I finished the last 3 pages of my math homework, which motivated me to finish.

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part 3 300 words about time management

I chose to use the pomodoro technique and, honestly, it didn't work that well for me. It's probably because I tried to do it in shorter increments of ten and maybe 3ish minutes, instead of 25 and 5, but I found a few different problems. first of all, when I took my first break, I didn't want to stop taking my break. “Oh, let me just finish replying to Charlie,” I thought, and then once I did, I went and looked through main cabin comments once again. But when I did rejoin my work a couple minutes later, I had the opposite problem once that timer went off. I had built my momentum and was kind of close to finishing and it was the easy part of the assignment and so I skipped the break and just set another ten minute timer. Then, during that ten minute increment, about 7 minutes through, I decided to pick up my phone. But I do still think that it would work much better with a big and difficult project and the correct time increments, ahaha. In summary, I still need to yap about this for a hundred and like ten words plus I don't have much time and this is kinda stressful because I have to get ready to leave and we're going to be gone all day which means I have to finish this weekly now and so uh yeah ok so basically to summarize about my experiences with the pomodoro technique it didn't really work because I didn't really stick to it at all; I tried to make my break longer, I tried to make my work time longer, and I tried to take a break in the middle of my work time. but, I suspect this is because the thing I was working on was incredibly easy, just sort of time consuming but also not really, and I just wanted to get it done and I didn't want to take a break and I think if I had done the 25 straight minutes I probably would've finished in that time I wonder if this is enough words YES IT IS more than enough wow ok

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part 4: lock in and work on something for an hour
idk if I was even supposed to include this and unfortunately I did not time how long I worked and i'm still not sure if this hour is supposed to be separate from the stuff for parts 2 and 3 or not I assume so though but rest assured I did work on my English homework for quite a while and finished it probably a little less than an hour but now i've been weekly-ing for fifteen minutes today and I think that is good sorry ;-;




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The fish swims as hard as he can,
tangerine scales gleaming in the
milky shaft of light reflecting
off the moon’s uneven surface,
climbing and straining and pulling and
pushing just a little tiny
bit harder to make it to the
majestic white circle which sits
perched in a dark, blue, starry sea.

He has lived in the ocean all
his life, with other fish just like
him, each day the same mundane loop,
and the fish dreams of adventure,
of something more than salty waves.

At long last, the bright fish reaches
the powdery lunar floor, and
lays there, half dead, gasping for breath
after his long, tiring ascent.

When his heartrate has returned to
its normal pace and its normal
place, the fish gets up and he half-
walks, half-clambers, half glides like a
ballerina across a stage.

The fish goes and goes and goes and
eventually discovers
something interesting: a large
crater filled with small houses and
tall stone walls, and medium-sized
shops lining rocky, dusty streets.

He tumbles, down, down, into the
lunar village, all silvery,
Where he meets the fuzzy lint-flies.

They are small gray minions with wings,
dainty wings like veined wax paper,
hairy, bodies buzzing, each one
a round clump of vibrating fluff.

These lint-flies find great interest
in the fish’s glimmering scales,
their deep orange hue, flecked with gold,
and they think, because he is so
very vibrant and different and
big compared to them, that he is
a god come to save them from their
desperate despair and dismay.

The poor lint-flies, not knowing the
fish’s lack of great power and
relative ordinary-ness,
begin to worship this carrot-
colored fish who really should be
in water, but somehow isn’t.

But this fish, he has a good deal
of confidence inside of him
(also compassion and a fine
smidge of reliability;
he did not wish to let down these
lint-flies, believing in him so)
he remembers his endless trip
up the stream of moonlight to have
an adventure, and he thinks of
how difficult it truly was,
and he knows that he can do this,
and he pools every bit of strength
towards his eyes, bulging as if
they are balloons until they burst
and glitter spills out, sparkly specks
of diamond, or perhaps it's sand?

The lint-flies clap, cheer, applaud for
this orange fish who has cried gems
which they can transform, anything
and everything those lint-flies need
just by loading the shimmering,
itty bitty pebbles onto
trucks and taking them far, far, far
away to trade for riches they
had wished for ever so dearly.

In the fish’s heart, a vast swell
of pride, of love, of happiness…
and then another swell in that
courageous heart of his, this time
a swell of homesickness, poor fish.

He leaves the crater, the lint-flies’
village, and slowly makes his way
back to the most intense moonlight,
where he slips into the pouring
luminescence, and this time his
journey is not a rough, ragged
scramble, but a gentle drift all
the way home, where he is but an
anonymous hero, but that’s
good enough for the orange fish.


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critiquijt;eakngw;oj for Luna <3

ok so i'm just going to type this as I go, so far I like how you bolded what I assume is the mirror talking? I will note that the repetition of once upon a time is really good but one of them isn't bolded?

Once upon a time,

“Stop it.”

Once upon a time—

“Stop it.”

ONCE UPON A TIME—

“STOP IT.
Please.”

Once upon a time?

and then I found this part very confusing - I assume it's just the main character and the mirror who are saying things? but there are more lines… idk but after reading over this part a few times I figure the ones that are ending in periods are supposed to be the mirror, maybe? if so are those supposed to be bolded? idk this whole exchange is very confusing to me

Yes.
N-
Yes.
Yes—
Always yes.

love this <333

My fingers run through my hair. Dark, ugly curls.
My fingers run over my face. A long, crooked nose. Thin lips, smeared with red. Wide, bloodshot eyes.

I like how you capitalized the Wicked I thought that was cool

and so far it's definitely very clear that she is seen as bad and how they don't like her and stuff and that she's evil but also like not actually evil idk

the emotion here is so good ahhh I love how you can really understand how she's feeling and again how she's like bad but not bad

I want to cry out. I want to bury my face in my hands and sob. I want them to understand me.
But I fit the part.
I look the part.
I play it all too well.
Every decision ultimately leads to the same thing.

omg I love this so much hehehehe

It’s enough to make one person go insane.
Almost like the Plot wants me to.

NOOOO I can feel the sadness here

Fairy tales always end with a happily ever after.
And The Wicked receives death.
And that’s always what I, The Wicked, receive.

I think now with this I understand more about the part earlier with the yes no yes stuff that it was just her thoughts, the bolding still confused me though, it feels like you've just put it in random places almost, I'm guessing you're using it to emphasize stuff even more than just with italizing? maybe? but it feels sort of inconsistent

Say it.
Say it.
Open your mouth.
DON’T. SAY. YES.

HELP I LOVE THIS SO MUCH EEEEEE

Black liquid stains my hands. A beautiful girl lies on her large bed, the same black liquid oozing from her mouth.
Me. I did this.
I don’t want this.
I don’t want—
But I wasn’t dragged away to another dungeon cell.
I sit down on the bed, my hands cupping the little girl’s face. Tears spill down my cheeks.
Out of sadness for the girl. Out of guilt.
And worst of all? Out of relief.
Because I’m free now.

now towards the end the bolding seems much more consistent and I can tell again its supposed to be the mirror talking with her

bahahahhaha this is hilarious

ONCE UPON A TIME,

Her voice is unnecessarily loud.

You married your One True Love—

“Yes!” I gasp, pressing my hands against the surface of the mirror. “Yes, yes, thank you!”

…and killed him shortly after.
And no one knew.

this description is so good

A sword lies on the ballroom floor, stained with a dark red.
So this is what my One True Love looks like. A handsome man. I kneel down beside him, brushing my fingers against the side of his face.
Untidy brown hair, green eyes that stare, lifeless, at the ceiling. Tall. The kind of man everyone dreams of.
I smile selfishly.
And I just killed him.
Not willingly. But it was my hand that gripped the sword.
Blood stains my ballroom dress. It was pure white, now marred by a crimson red.
I don’t know why my reflection wrote me into it. White, after all, signifies innocence.
Perhaps that’s my mirror trying to be ironic.
A demon dressed in an angel’s clothes.
Or perhaps an angel strung by her shadow.

this is seriously kind of hilarious even though its serious

You did not become queen.
Your brother ascended the throne instead.
Silence.
And then you murdered him.
You got away with it.

this is so powerful

I rush forward, swinging the sword straight into the mirror.
Into all my fears and everything I hate about myself.

OHHHHH LUNAAAA THE ENDING OMG ITS SO GOOD I LITERALLY COULD NOT THINK OF A BETTER ENDING I LOVE IT

I crumble to the floor.

And as I watch her dissolve away into a cloud of ink black,
So do I.

ok so in summary!! I LOVE the concept, love your writing style eek, I think it's really good and I do like the usage of italicized, bolding, etc. to make a point and stuff I just think it's a little confusing for the first half maybe of the story because the bolding is inconsistent and seems random. if you made it just a little more cohesive and consistent that would strengthen this piece so much more and make it make more sense as well. also, at the beginning, it's a little confusing about her thoughts but you can also tell she's a little crazy, anyways I really love it!! also sorry I feel like this is not helpful at all ToT

oh also its kind of giving the school for good and evil but also I read that a long time ago

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why did I format it like this

I fear it makes no sense

I usually put the comments beneath the quote not on top

most people do

why did I do it like this lol

Kiara critiqiurieosjagkldsjag !!

just going to comment as I go

Since the beginning of time, I have had one job: to take memories.

I LOVE this as a first line its a really good hook and I'm so interested in this concept I'm excited to read more ooo

ok so I cant quote every line even though I want to… or can I? lol I wont but like the description in the next couple of paragraphs is really good and it really paints A VIVID PICTURE IN MY MIND sorry my caps lock but I'm too lazy to fix that xD

The trees that surrounded me shone in such brilliant color, even as night fell

you switched to past tense real quick here!

The memories of him – my best friend – drawing away from me once I shared who I am. What I am.

Unloved. Unwanted, even by my own family. And that was one of the greatest sins in our world. Being alone– being disowned.

When I told him, I thought I could trust him.

The next day, he hadn’t sat with me at lunch, hadn’t talked to me or acknowledged me. And there was only one explanation for why.

OOOOHHHH IM SO INTERESTEDDDD what is he?? I have to read more omg

I grew too old to believe in things like fairies anymore.

real nitpicky argh but you have two spaces after old

I thought of the way he talked, as I mattered. As if we mattered.

I'm assuming it's supposed to say "as if I mattered?"

When I awoke, I was back in my bed. I sat up, stretching. There was a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, the same feeling that told me I was supposed to be doing something, but couldn’t quite remember what.

I feel like at this point you've used the word remember quite a few times and it feels a little repetitive, but also I think if you were to replace it with a synonym it'd still feel repepitive. but I think maybe you could say something here like “there was a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. was I supposed to be doing something? I wasn't sure.” or something along those lines!
oh also how did he get to his bed? did the keeper lady teleport him or something? he didn't black out or anything, he just walked out the door, so it doesn't make much sense. maybe clarify that a bit!

I looked at him carefully, confused. I had never seen him before in my life. “I… don’t know what happened yesterday, but I’m sure it was no big deal,” I said, before turning and walking in the other direction.

NOOOO AHHHHHH NOOOO WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GIVE AWAY YOUR MEMORIES ToT

Something about that interaction, though, bothered me for the rest of the day. It was as if there was somebody behind me, tapping on my shoulder.

“You don’t know the whole story,” that invisible person was saying.

hehehe I love this

“That’s the trade. Take back what you lost, and with it the pain, or leave it here… and let the quiet remain. It is your choice.”

this is so powerful!! I would just change “it is your choice” to “it's your choice” because I think it sounds a little more natural and flows better <3

So I stood. “I think I’m good,” I said, though something inside me trembled, “Thank you though.”

THIS KID OMG

Farewell, then. You have made your choice– it’s one you’ll have to live with.”

again, I think i'd make it “you've made your choice” just to help it along to flow better and sound more like natural dialogue!

With a sigh, I pick up his lantern, the color dimmed

This sounds like its not grammatically correct even though it is, idk to me it sounds like “the color dimmed” is supposed to be its own clause which its not so to make it more clear and make more sense I think i'd say something like, “the color now dimmed”

And when they do…

I will finally be free.

OOOOHHH SUCH A GOOD ENDING WOWWOWOWOW
I need like a sequel or something
I have qUESTIONS kiara, QUESTIONS!!
but it works and they don't need to be answered with the way its written and stuff
like those open-ended books
but I NEED TO KNOW OMG WHAT IS HE?? IS HE LIKE MAGIC OF SOME SORT? IDK I IMAGINED HIM AS A WEREWOLF LOLLL
AND WDYM ILL BE FREE LIKE WHAAAAT
SUCH A GOOD ENDING EEEK

anyways to summarize I really enjoyed reading this!! your writing style is so nice; I absolutely love the descriptions and the concept and plot is really interesting and captivating, honestly not much that I would change except for a couple small typoes and a bit of slightly (just slightly!) unnatural dialogue that i'd change to a contraction, there are probably a couple of other instances of this that I didn't catch but maybe try reading it out loud, or at least the dialogue bits, to catch those parts that just don't flow as well! overall great job and good luck in the writing comp yay!! <333

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