Hihi! I managed to accidentally close the first one so here we are again

BiFi- XenoFi island

write about bonding with the animal you just befriended, things you learn about them that interested you etc.


Her thick brown coat felt coarse in my hands, each pointy strand tactile and unique. She was undeniably large, massive even yet she moved with such grace and so carefully it would be impossible to be hurt.

She crouched down her black pointy nose laying in my lap. I trusted her and she trusted me.

The air smelt strongly of all kinds of berries, the aroma floated and filled the area almost covering us in the sweet scent.

We played. I walked hiding behind a tree, watching as she lifted her head up and smelt the breeze- looking for me. Her sense of smell was unbeatable so she won every round but the game was fun. I would watch her plod along on her large round paws, her strong legs powering on running gracefully towards me. I was never the prey nor was she.

No one would have taken the time to notice what a gentle giant she was, despite what people believed about her she was never savage, cruel or even boring. We would walk, exploring, for hours looking at the wild life, splashing in the stream. She would catch fish to eat and I'd watch her.

Yet over everything else it was her curiosity which I loved the most. She was interested in everything from the small flowers on the floor to the bird nests high in the trees. Her beady black eyes would shine with childlike wonder at everything, even me and my human peculiarities.

I'd never expected a picnic in the woods alone to end so well, with a new friend for the day. I still miss her as I look back on the day, maybe one day I will see her brown fur, and beautiful face approach me as I spend another day in that beautiful place.

Daily: 200 words for sleeping 10 hours

First draft of part of chapter 3



Panic seizes me, why did I let my attention slip, I might miss the food. I fumble checking I have the papyrus notes in my trouser pockets, I flick through them counting Mother's wage silently.

Opusian Free marks.

An old peeling poster once revealed a conversion.

£1 = OFM 20

The numbers stuck with me, they revealed a hidden secret of the past which the Cloaked would never reveal.

I slip inside the building, my eyes flick through the shelves looking for what I can afford with 2,610 Frees.

Each shelf seems barren, striped dry. I rush to the wheat + produce section. It's all we can really afford. I grab a piece of bread from the cheaper bottom shelf. I reach my hand and pull a few things into grasp: potatoes, goats cheese, cows milk, lettuce and Gruel.

Approaching the counter I add up the prices. Root bread: 600, cheese: 650, milk: 650, 6 potatoes: 350, a lettuce head: 200 and 6 servings of Gruel: 150. This week's prices are generous leaving me with 10 Frees.

Approaching the counter I place the goods and wait for Sire Crypto to do his routine check. No stolen goods, no eating in the building. I watch the crisp hills disappear as I pay for the small luxuries. Many families are small for this reason, food is expensive, or those that are large skip meals.

Quickly stuffing the food into the messenger bag I leave. Curiosity overwhelms me. What food was so special this morning? I slip in and out of the streets staring at the small thatched sheds in the slums. I flick my eyes ensuring no one will steal my goods.

weekly 2


Task 1

Reading (lots of reading)

Task 2

Swimming in the sea

Task 3

Made pancakes

Task 4

About 816 words of journalling

Task 5

About 520 words of journalling

I forgot the exact numbers </33

early draft for writing comp for the critiquare

Momento #1

It was night when they first came. It would be impossible to forget their long spider-like legs looming over me, their ribs pointing through stretched opaque skin.

Darkness had shrouded over the room, the one pulsing light came from the center of the chest where their manubrium should have laid. It beat rhymatically like a metal heart, each beam of light danced.

“Fear me not.“ Cold words, they choked the air around me- I was silent. I couldn't speak, scream, or surrender?

Everything had spiraled. The world went silent. Who was this mysterious figure and why was it here?

” Spread, spread, spread.” Each word grew louder, deeper than the prior. Its thin finger curled and pointed at my computer. In an instance it hummed to life and flicked from site to site. Almost magnetically I was drawn in, hand on mouse I typed. It watched me whilst fading in and out of the shadows. Yet soon it disappeared as the sun rose.

As yellow beams of light flickered in and the glistening sun rose I found myself lost. Was this just a dream or fantasy? I clicked off to watch the news, had anyone else experienced this? Channels flicked between the usual: sports, success, failure, conflict, but nothing about it. A gentle tapping on my shoulder grounded me back into reality, likely my parents calling for breakfast but why was it so sharp? A small sharp nail dug in, " Do, type or no messenger you will be.”

It was back.

Fear flowed silently through my veins, so it had not been just a dream. This was reality. From close by with the nighttime delirium gone I could smell the creature. It smelt clean, like linen sheets, but also like a smoldering fire.

The message appeared ahead of me. My fingers robotically typing are controlled by some unknown force.


Behold the Splejik our common superiors, give and let them take what they wish. Our world is their world. Hesitate and face the consequences they are prepared.

The words had appeared, typed by my brain and hands yet I did not understand how they'd appeared.