The young man walks into the shop. Probably here for a significant other because he doesn’t look like the last customer that came in. That one had probably been here for a funeral. He looks around the shop in awe. Probably about how vibrant we flowers are. He comes over to my side of the room and continues to browse the various vases until he spots me and my other friends in the bouquet. Abruptly, he picks us up and takes us to the counter.

“How much are these?” he asks our caretaker and hands us to her to be dressed.

“This bouquet of roses is twenty-three dollars” she says in her signature soft and sweet voice while wrapping us up in a paper robe, “Will that be all for you this evening?”

“Yes, that’s all” the man replies while getting the green paper from a folder-esque thing,“Thank you” Our caretaker ties a vibrant red belt around our robe, holding us together. Now that we are dressed, the man gives our caretaker the green paper and takes us back into his possession.

“Thank you! Have a wonderful day” our sweet caretaker says as the man heads for the door.

“You too!” he replies, opening the door and exiting the shop, making the bells chime.

He walked down the sidewalk of the busy street with a purpose. Heading where? How should I know? He took us to this place that had a big sign above that said “Discovery Park” He continued to walk along a path and toward this interesting looking building that overlooked a huge body of water. He picked up his pace as if he saw something important and wanted to hurry there. Maybe it was that girl standing there. She was beautiful. Her hair blew in the evening breeze, she was staring out at the ocean like she was waiting for something or maybe someone. The man joined the woman and she hugged him. After a few moments, the man pulled away slightly and handed us to the woman.

“For you”

A/N: Sparkly hairdryer trapped in the stomach of a cow :3

⋆ thursday, november 13th: personification daily

What if your sadness could sigh? Or your coffee mug got jealous when you used a different one? That’s the magic of personification—bringing the world to life by giving anything a voice, a mood, a little bit of drama. Pick something—an emotion, an object, a season, a time of day—and imagine how it thinks, feels, or speaks. What does it want? What does it hate? How does it see the world? Write 300 words to earn 350 points and a bonus 100 for sharing—and don’t forget, everything has a personality if you look at it sideways.

It’s that time of the session where you get the once in a lifetime opportunity to comment your most unhinged, dramatic, craziest title or even a poetic, humorous or suspiciously boring title. You get total freedom, let your creativity run wild! Then claim someone else’s title to write 500 words for 500 points (and a bonus 100 if you share) of a story for the title you chose.

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Daily #14: Regulus (credit to Skylar for the title) || 528/500 words
It’s that time of the session where you get the once in a lifetime opportunity to comment your most unhinged, dramatic, craziest title or even a poetic, humorous or suspiciously boring title. You get total freedom, let your creativity run wild! Then claim someone else’s title to write 500 words for 500 points (and a bonus 100 if you share) of a story for the title you chose.

“After 89 years, we have finally reached the α Leonis system. We are approaching the smallest exoplanet in the system right now, and we expect to reach it in 3 hours. Our telescopes have confirmed your information: there is liquid water and enough oxygen in the planet, but we haven't found any intelligent life there. We will keep you updated.”
“The message was sent successfully” Iris read the holographic screen. Then, she turned around and looked through the window of the spaceship.
“Time to wait 79 years until they receive it. Amazing. They have probably invented instantaneous communication using quantum entanglement, but we still have to use these old-fahioned electromagnetic waves?” said Sam.
“It's not that easy. Information cannot travel faster than light, and even if we collapse a superposition now, there's no way to tell them that we have”
“Alright. What about… These hypothetical particles that could travel faster than light?”
"They're hypothetical“
”I just wish we could communicate faster! Having to wait 79 years every time we want to send them a message is really annoying. By the time they receive it, our children, supposing that we can have children on this planet, won't even remember that we sent them the message!“ Sam exclaimed, a bit annoyed.
”I understand… But Einstein said that information cannot travel faster than light. Well, actually, if it could, it would have to go backwards in time, which doesn't make sense“
”I agree with you. That makes no sense at all.“
Suddenly, the screen lit up and Sam and Iris heard a voice.
”Hello, interstellar travelers. Welcome to Regulus“
”What's happening? Who's talking to us?“
”Maybe they have invented instantaneus communication“
The voice continued.
”This was recorded by our team before your journey began, so you could receive our information without having to wait 79 years“
'Did this machine just read my mind?' Sam thought.
”Right now, according to the calculations, you are approaching Regulus C at 50% of the speed of light, and this means that you will reach the exoplanet in 3 hours. Now, your task is to prepare everything for the landing. This was recorded before your ship took off, so we can't help you anymore, but the AI assistant can. This computer contains all the information you might need.“
The voice paused, and then, another different voice began to speak. It sounded a bit weird and not human.
”Hello! I am your AI assistant. My name is, ironically, Regulus, and I'm going to help you whenever you need it. Just say my name and I'll respond."
They didn't know that, in reality, the AI had been hacked by some purple aliens that lived in Regulus B, and it was now programmed to record every conversation the humans on the ship had.

Meanwhile, in Regulus B, the little aliens were ready to figure out everything about the humans to invade the home of those who had come to their solar system. Their scientists were now able to listen, and, unfortunately, also decode everything humans said. AI had contributed to destroy humanity, but the chatbots and robots themselves won't destroy anything. These aliens will be the ones who will.

⋆ friday, november 14th: title exchange daily

It’s that time of the session where you get the once in a lifetime opportunity to comment your most unhinged, dramatic, craziest title or even a poetic, humorous or suspiciously boring title. You get total freedom, let your creativity run wild! Then claim someone else’s title to write 500 words for 500 points (and a bonus 100 if you share) of a story for the title you chose.

A/N: title is “mismatched shoes” from @magnolia___
5 times clark had to revert to ‘normal human’ after using his abilities

this was supposed to just be general superman, but it can also be read as smallville

It’s that time of the session where you get the once in a lifetime opportunity to comment your most unhinged, dramatic, craziest title or even a poetic, humorous or suspiciously boring title. You get total freedom, let your creativity run wild! Then claim someone else’s title to write 500 words for 500 points (and a bonus 100 if you share) of a story for the title you chose.

Author's Notes:
✦ This was a last-minute daily and was not proofread haha.
✦ Title was “Dear Charlotte” by @ChueyTheCat!

Word Count: ~553

Weekly Two! Historical fiction

Word count: 1701 Era: Late Victorian England (End of the 1800s)

Part One:
- One third of woman between 15 and 20 were in service as domestic servants, primarily due to the significant expansion of the middle class and resulting need for workers.
- Country houses often had large sections for workers to live on site.
- Despite representation in modern media, six out of ten maids worked by themselves in smaller households.
-Maids were expected to do huge amounts of work, from rising early to light the fire and warm up the house to cooking meals and looking after children. -Many jobs that in upper-class households would be carried out by specialized servants were expected to be completed by one person.
-Domestic servants were almost always woman, as their labor was cheaper and more people were in the job. Male servants were mostly only found in rich households, as a symbol of status.
- Households were not expected to support their employees if they got sick or old. Nor were they expected to provide references when workers left, meaning young woman often left the job with seemingly no experience, making finding other work difficult.



The late Victorian era brought with it a strange change in the structures of household all around England. Earlier Victorianism brought with it a boom in the business of domestic servants as more people entered the middle class, buying larger home and achieving more stable income. Maids were expected to look after a household, keep it tidy, the inhabitants happy and fed. Often this meant taking on roles in childcare, and cooking, especially in middle-class households that could not afford multiple servants.

Towards the end of the 1800s as the Victorian period came to an end, the beginning of woman's sufferage movements and new laws that made working in factories and offices much more appealing to young woman. Those jobs gave them consistent hours, pay, references, and even assurences that they would be treated with respect upon exiting their job— something that was very unlikely for maids. Eventually the population of domestic servants dropped significantly from the original one in three woman between 15 and 20, and many households had to adjust to a life where they could support themselves without hiring help.


Part Two:
For an estate with a population of over 50 servants, the walk up to the Ashford estate was quiet. The only noise was the clattering of ravens landing on tree-branches, and the crunch of their feet on the path. One, two, three. Step after step after step.

Clouds hung over the trees, foggy gray a near constant in recent years. The man missed the feeling of summer days, where warmth felt sweet and gentle rather than stuffy and swollen.

It didn't take long to reach the estate, though the trees were pretty enough that any unsuspecting visitor could have easily spent hours wandering up the path. Flowers grew between their roots, too, shades of red and blue lighting up the darkened forest floor.

The house itself was grand, large enough that if it were not for its shape the man would have called it a castle. The door was open, and the windows that lined the entire side of the house overlooking the entrance were empty save for one at the very bottom, where the curious face of a child was pressed against the glass. The man waved, and the child's eyes widened as he scrambled back, leaving behind just the waving of ruffled drapes and a smudged mark against the cool glass. Not a single other window had any blemishes or imperfections, even the ones high up that held baskets of flowers and sat open to let in air.

The front of the house held a large garden, sporting more of the flowers found in the forest. Roses appeared to be a favorite, and they twisted up frames, flowers blooming in bright explosians of red. Tucked around the corner just within sight was what looked like a series of vegetable gardens, and a man was working quietly among the plants, harvesting them and scooping uprooted carrots into a basket. To the man's right a cat pranced through the garden, black coat glossy under the bright sky. The cat leaped down from a ledge on the side of the house, padding off into the woods without so much as a glance at the new human entering his home.

This path had obviously been walked many times by both the feline and the children of the house, and the track was worn through the grass like a burn. There were some rocks on the far end— evidence someone had begun to turn it into a real path to savor the over-trodden grass.





Part Three:

Our character is young, maybe 17 or 18, probably newly 17.. She's about to begin working for the Ashfords.

She comes from a poorer family, and is working as a maid in order to gain enough money to go home and get married. At the time this was a common thing for young woman, however usually they worked in middle class households. The idea of someone wanting to leave an upper-class job was generally frowned upon.

She has had various jobs since becoming a teenager, but was offered this one through a friend.
Her friend has worked for them as a cook for a short while now.
Her name is Adeline, and he friend's name is Olive. The pair of them know each other from when they were younger, as they grew up in the same area.
Her friend is a loud voice for woman's suffrage and rights, and Adeline sometimes covers for her so she can sneak out to events. She knows she won't receive reference from the manor lords and that they'll fire her the moment they hear she's planning on quitting eventually, so she thinks it's important to build a world where woman can have stable, consistent jobs.
Quiet, doesn't speak much, but gets work done and is strongly motivated by her goals.
She struggles to reach out to new people, and doesn't see this as something to prioritize. Her co-workers are just that, and she doesn't see the point in making friends she'll just lose.
She likes spending time outside, however hesitates to in case she breaks some unspoken rule by mistake.

Adeline is a 17 year old who has recently moved away from her family in order to take up a job as a maid for the Ashford family. She is a hard worker and doesn't make much noise or too much of a fuss, making her a perfect fit for the job. However her eventual plan to quit her job and return home, as well as her reluctance to make friends among the other house staff, brings her some negative glances from around the manor. She understands that domestic servitude and other forms of labor usually completed by woman are highly sexist and the government holds unfair regulation regarding pay and treatment, so she helps her friend Olive when the other wants to go to town to attend meetings and protests about the issue


Part Four:
Adeline's skirt brushed against her ankles, the fabric new and still stiff from spending months on a shelf. She hadn't worn a skirt this nice in a while, nor one this color. Back at home she had favored blue and pink, bright colors that made her smile. Back then she hadn't been working though, any more than looking after the neighbor's fussy little dog when they went on trips out to the houses of people much more important than her. She had still been young then, young enough that people saw no need to control what she wore or what she did.

Since moving in to Ashford Manor, that had changed. She and every other housemaid wore black and white, and it had taken quite some getting used to upon arrival. Only the guests and the Ashfords themselves wore bright colors, and sometimes when Adeline spotted them in the coridors she'd stare for a moment, just a moment— before continuing with her work.

Maid work wasn't the dusting and folding she had been expecting. Many of her days looked different— as a new arrival she was expected to help out wherever it was needed, wether that be moving around heavy equiptment in the garden or waking up early to light the fires and warm up the house. Some days she was fortunate enough to work with her friend Olive, the one who had gotten her the job in the first place. Olive was a cook, and the taste of home cooked meals every night was enough for Adeline to realise she never wanted to let the other go. What could you want more than a friend who could feed you, and be good at it too?

Adeline's talents didn't lie in cooking, though she could reliably mix dough or measure out ingredients. She liked fashion, liked the different shapes and textures the Ashfords liked to wear, and it wasn't long before the housemaster had noticed, making an effort to give her more work downstairs doing laundry.

“Sarah will be thrilled,” Olive had told her one night when they sat side by side, taking advantage of the last few minutes of free time before sleep. “She's always hated that job. It'll be nice to see her happy again.”

So Addie had nodded, and thrown herself into the work. Wash day was only once a week, but she found herself being called over every now and than by other maids, asking for advice on a new dress or if a color suited them. Adeline would look them over and give her opinions, throwing in a compliment or two as she went.

And soon, those people who had come to her for advice wearn't her co-workers. They were her friends.

It was odd, how quickly she had settled in after just a week. The fabric of her dress and the absence of her family felt unfamiliar, but the house didn't, and neither did the people. Adeline still planned to quit, of course, but it struck her one afternoon while she rested under the shade of a towering pine that maybe leaving this would behind would be harder than she had initially thought.

I knocked on the door to my friend’s house with a grin. I loved Elowen’s house. Reminds me of all the amazing childhood memories we had together. We’re still friends to this day. Even after all the terrible ideas, occasional arguments, and terrible jokes.
Her mom answers the door as per usual, with her signature smile and sparkling emerald eyes.

“Hey, Anya! Elowen is upstairs. She seems more anxious today. Think you could speak to her?” her mom asks with a concerned smile, holding the door open for me.

“Of course, Tiffany. I’ll go check on her” I replied while entering their household. Elowen, my best friend, is quite the over-thinker and perfectionist. She often wants to have everything planned out and she wants everything to make perfect sense right away. I kind of serve as her emotional support. Her rock. Her cornerstone. The one human being she can talk to. Now that we’re about to end our junior year, Elowen is trying to figure out her life post-graduation. What college she wants to attend, what she’ll major in, what job she’ll have. I have no doubt that’s what this is about.

Now, I’ve said all those things about my friend, Elowen, but she is an amazing person. She can come to me for support when the world feels too heavy on her shoulders and I can come to her. She is beautiful, smart, intelligent, and so much more. She gives amazing advice whether it be relationships, friendships, school, or just life in general.

As I walk through the house, I look at the numerous photo frames hanging from the wall. Family photos with her mom, dad, and little brother. Friend group photos with Mary, Briar, Elias, Zain, and Claire. All smiles. I love how homey this house has always felt to me. It’s so welcoming and it’s such a loving environment. As I walk up the stairs and they make their familiar creaking noises. I pick up my pace as I remember what Tiffany said. “She seems more anxious today”. I stop at Elowen’s door and do my familiar knock. Short-short-long-short. No answer so I just gently turn the knob and peek in. Elowen is pacing around her room and mumbling to herself.

“Elowen?” I say, trying to snap her out of it, “You okay?” She just keeps pacing, my words not helping. I step into the room and still, she hardly notices.

“Elowen!” I try louder but she keeps mumbling about paramedics and engineering and architecture. Career crisis again. Just as I had suspected. She was pacing around, mumbling pros and cons of different professions.

I walked over to her and gently sat her down on her bed. Not at her desk. She had textbooks there and it was clear as daytime that Elowen needed a break. The sudden action of being stopped seemed to snap Elowen out of her spiral.

“Anya?” she asked and looked up at me in a confused daze. I hated seeing her like this.

“Yes,” I replied in a soft and hopefully soothing tone. It took her a moment to realize I had spoken and to process what I said but immediately after, she hugged me. I hugged her back immediately, running my hand soothingly through her hair.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” I whispered calmingly, “I’m here.” Elowen hugged me tighter as if holding on to her feelings and keeping them trapped.

“It’s okay cry, Elowen” I whispered soothingly. Those words seemed to break the dam. “There you go” I whispered as her tears soaked my shoulder. I gently rubbed her back for a little while longer before murmuring:

“You don’t have to have it all figured out. It’s okay”