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March 1, 2022

Word count: 1,010

Hi hi! I’m Eevee, one of the co-directors of Camp Contemp this session! I’m leading alongside Daisy, Gigi, and CD. Chess is my extracurricular group, which also doubles as the word count group! This is my first session as a co-leader and I’m super excited! This is also my 3rd SWC session overall. I have also participated in Scratch Art Camp (SAC) once. I love reading, writing, and art, along with a whole list of other things. Part of the list consists of singing, running, doing math for fun, croqueting, rambling, ranting, and listening to Adventures in Odyessey! I go by she/her pronouns and my personality type is enxp (being both enfp and entp). I am super extroverted online but am more ambiverted in real life. I am also ambidextrous, meaning I use both of my hands, and bilingual! English is actually not my first language, though it does dominate in vocabulary. I didn’t learn English until after I started school. I also speak Korean, though I’m not much of a reader and writer in Korean. I can if I really want to though! I’m always up for a chat if you are up for a weird conversation that might make no sense.
I’m your local indecisive weirdo Christian teen, who you might see a lot around SWC. You might see me roleplaying as myself, Evelyn, or Smiley Winky Child. Daisy says that I’m obsessed with Adventures in Odyssey, which I kinda honestly am. No, like, seriously, dare me to write 5 thousand words about it and I promise I will. No kidding. I have way too many favorites from AIO, but some of my favorite characters are Zoe, the Parkers, Lucy, Bernard, Tom, the Rathbones, the Barkleys, Whit, Connie, Mandy, Liz, the DeWhites and Buck. Some of my favorite episodes include ‘For Whom the Wedding Bells Toll’, ‘Nightmares by Constance’, Blackgaard Saga, Novacom Saga, ‘As Buck Would Have It’, the Oliva arc, and yes, a whole lot more. I would totally recommend it, it’s a Christan audio drama series and you can listen for free online or on the radio!
Okay, besides that, my top fandoms are Avatar: The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra, as well as the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but I am in other fandoms as well. And I do have fovorite characters for these! In Avatar: The Last Airbender, my favorite is Mai and in Legend of Korra, it’s Lin Beifong. For Lord of the Rings, it’s probably Legolas, but it is close. Just going to note that I’m not into the Star Wars, Hamilton, and Marvel fandoms. Not that I don’t want to be in them, it’s just I haven’t seen them. I also love Encanto. So yes, you can talk to me about that. And also if you love songs and SWC, why not combine them in the SWC Parodies studio! I just love rambling about so many things and if you ask me the right question, you may be in for long ride.
No matter what other leaders say, I’m a firm believer in sleep over SWC. Personally, I know how it feels to stay up either because I want to or because of insomnia. Not that anyone really knows, but I went through like a ‘dark phase’ during a time and I would not go to sleep for a long time. I would get 3-5 hours of sleep a day and I’ve worked hard to get out of that place. (woah, mood swing oops) Anyways, please make sure to put your mental and physical health over SWC. SWC is meant to be fun and not stressful. It shouldn’t be your top priority and it isn’t mandatory to do anything in SWC. Also school is important as well, all of you should stay on top of your studies. Don’t feel like you need to write, and if you really want to write, put extra words in your homework. That way you will get more words for SWC and possibly a better grade! Life hacks!
In SWC, I have also been part of a GIANT roleplay, that sadly isn’t active much anymore. All together, me and a handful of friends wrote more than a Magic Tree House book! We were all super active then and loved to roleplay. Our roleplay was basically a SWC fanfic, continuing the storyline of our cabin. Participants included Paige, Ara, Ella, Cheese, and Pxl. We couldn’t forget about Cheese Jr either. I was the main editor and grammar police! I’m still friends with most of them, though some have become less active. I’ll give a brief bio of each of the /roleplay/ characters. Paige, the average blonde girl, who can get passive aggressive at times. She doesn’t really like talking about her complicated past or broken family. Ara is the leader and founder of the roleplay. She can turn into different elemental cats and is the most mature and responsible one. Ella is probably the second most responsible and tries to calm Paige down a lot. She is very loyal and doesn’t like backstabbers. Quite literally, in fact. I’m going to skip over to Pxl. Pxl, the purple neon glory herself, is a sorceress and can blend in with the shadows. She is from another world and had a rough relationship with Paige. Eevee is the happy-go-lucky girl who can be serious when the time calls. She can tend to be a bit flighty and tries to be loyal. She doesn’t really like it when her fancy hairdryer gets eaten though. Cheese! My favorite comedic relief! Cheese is super funny and with her floofy cow sidekick, the two of them annoy Paige. Cheese always knows how to lighten the mood and is guaranteed to make you crack a smile. Cheese Jr is a floofy cow that fits in the compartment of Paige’s head. Don’t ask, it’s cow logic. He growls, eats fancy hairdryers, children and cabins. Still gotta love ‘em though.
Okay! I think that wraps up my intro! Can’t wait to know you all!

╭ ꒰ s w c march 2022 :: fantasy ˚˖ ╮
hi! my name is auj (she/her) and I'm part of the fantasy facility this time! Looking forward to every activity this session! I'd prefer if you would refrain on critiquing my writing unless given permission, thanks!
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3.1.22 ~ (missed)
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3.3.22 ~ “Rainbow splatter, void shade, misty veil” (677 words)
A bright, iridescent multi-colored light was splattered against the dark sky, casting little specks of light across it. The contrast between the sky and the almost blinding light shocked Luna. It was so strange. A white that flashed with light shades of pink, blue, yellow, and purple had no place against the constant black. The sky never changed. There were never any stars, or any sort of moon. It was always dark. Always looming above, threatening. And yet…How had such a light appeared? How had a light punctured the darkness?
Luna shielded her eyes from the light as she scanned the abyss before her. The sky was…different now. Not only with the appearance of something else. The sky wasn’t just something that rested above her now, it was almost like a void. A…barrier?
Wanting a closer look, Luna ran towards the tower closest to her. It’s walls were made of screwed pieces of metal, all placed delicately on top of one another. Rushing up the old stairs, she quickly reached the top. She stood there, staring up at the sky. There was something else there now.
The stars…
Luna had heard of them when she was a child. They had mysteriously disappeared one day, and her ancestors had never seen sunlight, or the stars and moon, since. Why now? Why did they show up now?
As she was contemplating, her body shaking a little, a small flicker out of the corner of her eye caused her to pause for a second. When she turned to see the disturbance, small flickers of light –the same coloring as the one in the sky– flashed in and out of her vision.
Eyes narrowed, Luna reached farther out, and felt around in front of her. To her surprise, her hand rested in the abyss. It was like there was a flat surface there, but there was truly nothing there. Nothing she could see, at least?
She reached out with her other hand, and like before, it rested on top. Frowning, she climbed over the tower’s low rim and delicately placed her foot on it. As it sparkled under it, she found herself drawn to walk farther on the bridge.
Cautiously, she stepped across it. The farther she moved, the more confident she got. In fact, she got a little callous. The bridge stopped abruptly, and Luna, not realizing, ran farther and farther.
And her foot slipped.
Her heel didn’t miraculously hook on the edge, allowing for her to pull back up. Her hands didn’t grasp the invisible bridge. And she fell. She fell for what seemed like ages. Luna’s vision was consumed by a strange mist. It was cold, and would’ve been refreshing. But she was falling to her death…These were her last moments.
But…it didn’t feel like this was the end.
She should’ve hit something. She could’ve sworn that there had been ground at least many feet below the bridge. So shouldn’t she have hit? Shouldn’t this have been the end? And yet…she was on the ground.
But there had been no impact, no immediate pain.
There was no…death.
The mist… The mist was strange. Too cold, and it brought too much peace. An eerie peace. It had covered her entire vision…what had happened in that moment of blindness?
With a groan, she sat up, her back aching. So she had fallen, at least two feet. But that shouldn’t have been it.
Black, ever consuming. Speckles of iridescent light.
It was…familiar. Her brain was muddled, and she could barely get her thoughts straight…This wasn’t where she had been before, was it? Right, she had been in a tower…or on the invisible bridge– right, that invisible bridge. It appeared out of nowhere. No context as to why. She had followed it for a while, wanting to see where it went- And she had fallen…And now? …She was somewhere else. Somewhere uncharted, somewhere that no human was meant to travel to.
And with that terrifying revelation, Luna realized the truth.
The misty…veil, a sort of barrier, had trapped her in the void.
3.4.22 ~ Done
3.5.22 ~ Missed
3.6.22 ~
“You jerk awake as you feel something cold pressed against your throat. As the world sharpens into view, you see a pair of bright green eyes staring at you"
(ayy, darian normally has pale green eyes, so I tweaked it a tiny bit. )

Echo blinked, her eyes adjusting to the new setting. It was dark, only a few, small, flickering candles lighting up the room. She had woken up…why? Something had disturbed her sleep.
She stifled a gasp as she realized that a cold, sharp knife was pressed against her throat.
Echo looked up a little, risking the possibility of a small scrape. A pair of bright green eyes stared back at her. There was a sort of…insanity to them as they scanned her over. As her mind cleared, the sort of fog that had encased it before slowly fading away, she recognized something about the face before her…
No, not just something.
Everything about that face flooded her with memories.
Even against her own will a small whisper escaped her lips.
“Darian…”
His face flickered, the intense expression leaving for a moment, but then his face contorted with pain once again.
“I told you not to come, why did you have to do this…” He hissed, the knife tightly gripped in his trembling hands. A few tears slipped down his cheeks, and Echo felt her stomach twist with guilt. Reaching out, she grabbed his hand, and he offered no resistance when she pulled the knife free and threw it to the ground.
She tried to pull away from his grip, but he held her hand tight.
“This is all my fault…Of course you would come if I told you not to.” Darian said, letting out a small chuckle that was obviously forced.
“Darian-”
“Don’t. Please, you’ll make this worse.”
He dropped down onto his knees, letting out shaky breaths that caused Echo to stir a little, worried. Darian’s arm moved in a flash, grabbing the knife again and jumping to his feet. He looked tense, and his motions rigid as he slowly marched towards her. Darian’s expression grew shocked as the knife once again pressed against her throat.
“This- this isn’t me…”
“Darian, what’s going on-”
“I don’t know, Echo…I-” He paused to look down at her, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yeah, I know…” Echo shook her head, glancing away. “There’s nothing you can do about it. It’s not you who’s calling the shots–”
Her words caught off again as the knife pressed closer and closer, almost breaking skin. The actions weren’t his, the movements too rigid to be natural. Darian was being manipulated, he didn’t want to hurt her. Yet his actions still twisted her view of him.
Of his own accord this time, his hand reached forward and cupped her cheek. One of his hands could kill her, and the other grasped her face in a heartfelt touch.
“It’s okay,” she said shakily, trying to smile through the tension of the piercing metal against her throat. “It’s not your fault.”
“It is, and even if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t make this any easier.” Darian let out a deep breath, and pulled away, the knife clattered to the floor again, confusing Echo.
Then she heard a rustle of something, another clink against the floor, and the slam of the door. Her mind grew fuzzy again, images blurring as she tried desperately to process.
She started shivering, her body tense as something swirled around her.
Embracing this new sensation, her body grew weary, and her eyes fluttered close.

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week 1 (3-10) 2917 words
week 2 (11-18)
week 3 (19-26)
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Claiming this post for my writing thread!

3.3.2022 - Main Cabin Daily (words are Loneliness, anger, and euphoria)

“Are you sure we have all the ingredients?” Carla anxiously asks me. I don't blame her, this is the most dangerous thing we've ever done - and we've done a lot of dangerous things. I nod in reply. “Lemon powder, red cream, saddening sugar, butter, cheese, egg, milk flour and ice. Yep, all of them are here.” Carla lets out a big sigh. "Time to see if it works.“ She emphasizes a lot on the word ‘if’. I immediately realise where this conversation is going. ”Hey,“ I say to her. ”We need to be positive - if we don't, this spell might turn out the opposite of how we want it to be,“ ”Fine,“ She grumbles. ”I'm positive this won't work,“
She rolls her eyes at me, but I can see she's trying her best to keep calm. I open a cabinet and get out three stirring bowls. ”Ready to cook?“ I ask her. I don't wait for a reply. I carefully crack two eggs, revealing a thick yellow paste inside them. (sorry vegetarians) I slowly pour it into the bowl, thinking about how such simple ingredients could form a dish that could be so dangerous. I add the sugar and ice to the bowl and step back in satisfaction. I was done. The magical sugar took the rest of the cooking into its hands. It made the liquid mix and turn around like a tornado. After it was done, I take the bowl and put it in the freezer. I look over at Carla who has just finished making her dish. ”Ready?“ She asks me. ”Ready as I'll ever be,“ I say, lying through my teeth. She carefully pours some milk into the third bowl and adds some butter to it. I carefully sprinkle lemon powder everywhere and add two spoons of red cream. We exchange looks and step back from the kitchen table. The dish we prepared makes a whizzing sound and slowly rearranges itself to form a red, thick paste. Carla goes to the freezer and carefully puts it over there as I release a breath I didn't realise I was holding. ”Tomorrow,“ She says. I nod back in return.

”Okay,“ Carla whispers. ”So for phase one, we need to sneak into one of the windows, roam around the palace, go find the king's bedroom and put the ice cream in there. And we need to do this without getting caught, which we won't be because we cooked an invisibility spell,“ She says all of this extremely fast, only letting me catch a few words of what she was saying. ”Calm down Carla,“ I whisper. ”You're so excited and nervous at the same time - I wouldn't be surprised if you had accidentally taken the euphoria ice cream instead of the invisibility one,“ ” I definitely took the invisibility one,“ She says. ”Now come on, let's get inside the castle,“ We tip-toed to the gate, making sure we don't make a sound. The spell could only make us invisible, every sound we would make could be heard if anyone was close enough. As I got nearer and nearer, I heard the guards having a conversation.
” D'you really think what the king is doing is right?“
” Eh - plotting to take over the world so he can control it? Don't know mate, Don't know. We're not supposed to be talking ‘bout these things anyway. What if His Majesty heard us?“ He looked around wearily as he said this as if the king might have been there, listening to their conversations. This thought also struck the other guard.
” Y- Yeah, of course, I think the k-king is r-right,“ He stuttered, nervously looking around. ”H-His Majesty is always right,“
” Yeh,“ The other guard absent-mindedly muttered. As they continued with their conversation, we climb the walls next to the gate to get into the castle. In between each brick, there was a tiny gap. We grip those for support and climb the walls. ”Done,“ I say, heavily panting after a few minutes. Climbing walls are sure difficult. ” Phew,“ Carla whispers as she wipes the sweat off her forehead. ”Those were the longest minutes of my life,“ She whispers. ”And we haven’t even got to the main part yet,“ I slyly whisper. Carla ignores me and continues to speak ” Oh my….“ ”What is it?“ I ask her. ”It's beautiful,“ She mutters. I look up at the castle. It is magnificent and has a huge and tall personality, built with beautiful exquisite grey bricks. It has five waterfalls around it, spraying fresh, cool water everywhere. The rest of the area was filled with plants, giving it an absolutely stunning look. I can't describe how pretty it looked - words couldn't describe such an amazing object. ”Y-Yeah,“ I whispered, stunned by its prettiness. ”And we need to do this so that this castle goes to someone who deserves it.“ I remind her, we shouldn't get distracted just by the prettiness of an object. ”Y-yup, sorry,“ She whispers. I could tell she was trying hard not to look at the castle. ”Yes!“ She softly cries out. ”There's an open window right there - but it's too high for us to climb. How will we get there?“ I scan the area, seeing if there was anything we could use to get up there. I smile as I find exactly what I want. ”Eureka!,“ I whisper. ”I mean - look over there! There's a huge ladder. We could use it to climb up to the window!“ ”Perfect“ Carla says with a smile. We drag the ladder right beneath the window. ”I'll go first," I whisper. Carla holds the bottom of the ladder for me as I climb it. I carefully take each step, trying to not think about how long was the drop beneath me. Don't look down, don't look down. Almost there - just one more step.. “Yes! I've made it!” I whisper to Carla. I hold the ladder from the top now, so that the ladder would be steady for Carla to climb. Step by step, she climbs up the ladder. “Done!” She whispers in triumph after a few minutes. “Great,” I whisper back to her. I take a look at my surroundings. We were in a huge fancy corridor - filled with red curtains, soft comfy armchairs, leather cushions and about every type of comfy and fashionable thing you could find. “This way,” Carla whispers as she leads me to a door. We quietly tip-toe there. Right beside the door, I find a big cabinet filled with glasses, plates and dishes. “Give me the loneliness ice cream” I whisper to Carla. She undoes the zip of her backpack and hands me the box containing it. The box had a handwritten letter on it which Carla had written. It said : 'One of the best ice creams I have ever made, your royal highness.'
I smile as I read it in my mind. It was perfect. I set it on the cabinet and nod over to Carla. “Phase one - is complete,” We give each other a quiet hi - five. “Now for the last phase,” Carla whispers. She hands me the euphoria ice cream. “You go and give this to Minister Frederick, and I'll give the anger ice cream to Minister Johnson,” I nod at her. I tip-toe to another bedroom which says ‘Minister Fredrick Foster’. It also has a cabinet next to it, but this time it's smaller. I set the box containing the ice cream and look over at Carla who's just doing the same. “Mission complete,” We whisper to each other with a smile.

'Tring tring, tring tring' I groan as I get up from the bed and smash the snooze button on the alarm clock. But as I'm about to go back to sleep, Carla comes inside the room. “Get up, sleepyhead,” She says. “Have you seen the news?” She hands me the newspaper and I slowly began to smile as I read it.

THE NEW LEADERS

Hello, citizens of Sinnea! I am here to tell you an extraordinary thing that has happened yesterday. When the king got up from his sleep, he suddenly called a meeting amongst all the ministers. There and then, he told everyone. “Ministers! As I wake up from my sleep, I realise what I have been doing is for no reason. I do not want to rule the world. Why bother? It's too much to rule an entire planet anyway. As I grow more powerful and powerful, I - I become more lonely. I have realised that I in fact - do not want to be a king! I will leave it to you ministers to rule this country. Goodbye for once and all! I have a plane to board now if you will excuse me,” This was very sudden and unexpected - but what happened next was even more surprising! Minister Johnson suddenly jumped from his chair and shouted, “I shall become the new king! After all the effort and things I've done for this place - it is me who deserves to rule this area,” His supposedly best friend, Minister Frederick also gets up from his seat and says in the most childish manner, “Ho - ho! I know it - I know it! I will become the king! Thank you, everyone! Thank you. To this day, I never thought I would achieve something so special! And I have no idea what you are saying Johnson - it is me who shall be the king!” They argued for hours and hours until our sensible Ministress Granger put a stop to it. She whispered something in the remaining ministers' and ministress' ears and all of them nodded at what she said. She then stood up and said, “In favour of all the remaining Ministers and Ministress' gathered here, we have decided to vote you out of the council!” Thus Johnson and Frederick are no longer our ministers! The remaining Ministers and Ministress' decided to rule together and make a peaceful land. They would not try to rule the world - but would treat us - the citizens of Sinnea extremely kindly, fairly and justly.
From an inexperienced writer, please do not criticize my newspaper writing skills.

I laugh after I read it. “He sure is an inexperienced writer,”

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aa my hand is literally aching from typing this lol and I hurried this a lot so it has a lack of adjectives and all that stuff. I hope you enjoyed reading this and I would appreciate critique. ty for reading this!

Weekly
Part 1 - Poems

Tongue Twister:
Whining water willed Will to win a writing competition but Will wouldn't write words as he was on a writer's block.

Epigram:
A sword may kill the enemy, but words can change their heart.

Free Verse (Dark Half)
In the deepest depths of my soul,
in the darkest parts of my head,
I have a shadow ghost,
turning myself into an evil villain.

It tells me to wrong the right,
to be a wrong-doing person,
but by looking at other people's deeds,
I destroyed that part of myself.

How did I do that,
is a good question,
one you will figure out,
if you take the right path in life.

Rhyme scheme (Renaissance)

a leather-bound book
handwritten notes
get on your coats,
we're about to go look

the dark ages
the plague and the war
dreaded things I saw
in these stained and old pages

but did you hear of the Renaissance
the rebirth of art and science
they all formed up an alliance
got back all that was lost.

Consonance (Fashion show)
People say life is a fashion show
dress in the fanciest way you know
lend other people your dresses
don't judge by their shapes and sizes

be good and share with others
treat everyone as your brothers and sisters
be merry and kind
I don't wish for these rules to be abandoned

I remember when I was young and bold,
not always seeking out to help as I should,
remember about karma,
before doing anything gaga

Assonance (Dead)

I refused to cooperate,
so you hated me at any rate,
your dark mysterious eyes,
flashed murderously at my sight.

I was walking in the dark,
when you lunged at me like a shark,
gripped my neck tightly,
pulled out a knife,
you were eager for blood,
what choice did I have except to run?

footsteps echoing against the sidewalk,
you ran towards me, you outlaw,
your knife glinting brightly,
in the shadows of the night.

I knew it might be my last day,
the twenty-first day of May,
what happened next was a blur,
they say I never woke up.

and now I'm a ghastly ghost,
haunting the shadows,
they think there is no life after death,
but now you know the truth, my dear friends.

Part two: Essay

Harry Potter has more than 500 million copies of it sold around the world in more than 80 languages! Harry Potter, is extremely famous for its imagination and wonder. It is very descriptive and interesting. Did you know that only 29% of the world's population is unaware of Harry Potter, the rest have either heard a lot about it or watched or read at least one of the books! This series was rejected a couple of times from being published as it was thought boring. What was interesting about one measly wizard boy with a weird scar? However, in 1997, Bloomsbury published it! Bloomsbury then realised that young boys would probably not want to read a book by a woman, so they wrote the name as ‘J.K Rowling’ which sounds like a man's name.

In twenty - four years, Harry Potter has become extremely famous! It even got filmed in 2000 by Warner Bros in Leavesden Studios. Many people even think that Harry Potter is a classic due to it being extremely famous. However, you should not get confused by this as a classic is a book that is old and is still famous. Daniel Radcliffe played Harry Potter in the movies, along with Rupert Grint as Ronald Weasley and Emma Watson as Hermione Granger. Rowling chose the names of each of the characters because of their meanings. The name ‘Harry’ means ‘A meaning home or house protector.’ It can also mean ‘commander or leader’. This is the exact definition of Harry. Harry is the leader of the three, and he does protect everyone from Voldermort by fighting him. The name Ron means ‘“mountain of strength and ruler’s counsellor' Let's assume that Harry is the ruler. Ron always did support Harry and always supported him. Rowling got the name ”Hermione“ from William Shakespeare's ”A Winter's Tale,“ but she doesn't think her character and Shakespeare's version have much in common. She said the name is a reflection of her parents, ”a pair of professional dentists, who liked to prove how clever they were.“ The name itself is older than that — Hermione is the daughter of Helen of Troy and King Menelaus in Greek mythology. J.K. Rowling has said that she invented the name Voldemort, and its French origins – ‘vol’ means, variously, ‘flight’ or ‘theft’; ‘de’ means ‘of’ or ‘from’; and ‘mort’ means ‘death’ – give it a sinister backstory entirely in keeping with Voldemort's image. ”Albus“ is Latin for ”white,“ which could have some kind of symbolic explanation, but could also just refer to his beard.” Percival“ was one of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. He was the original knight to search for the lost grail. Rowling could have chosen the name to refer to Dumbledore's bravery, sense of history, and inquisitiveness. It's also notable that Dumbledore died soon after drinking from a chalice, which contained one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.” Wulfric“ is an Anglo-Saxon name that means ”wolf ruler or “wolf power.” Dumbledore doesn't really have anything to do with wolves, as far as we know, so Rowling may have been nodding to Wulfric of Haselbury, a 12th-century British figure who was known as a miracle worker.“ Brian” is often thought to be derived from an Old Celtic word that roughly means “noble,” And finally, “Dumbledore” is an Old English word for “bumblebee.” “Because Albus Dumbledore is very fond of music, I always imagined him as sort of humming to himself a lot,” Rowling said in a 1999 interview."

So that's it! I hope if you have not read Harry Potter before you will be encouraged to do so after you read this. It is a highly interesting and descriptive story that makes you wish it was never-ending.

Part three: Script writing
CARLA: (anxiously) Are you sure we have all the ingredients?
ALEX: (nodding) Lemon powder, red cream, saddening sugar, butter, cheese, egg, milk flour and ice. Yep, all of them are here.
CARLA: Time to see if it works.
ALEX: Hey. We need to be positive - if we don't, this spell might turn out the opposite of how we want it to be
CARLA: (grumbling) Fine, I'm positive this won't work.
ALEX opens a cabinet and gets out three stirring bowls.
ALEX: Ready to cook?
ALEX doesn't wait for a reply. She carefully cracks two eggs, revealing a thick yellow paste inside them and slowly pours it into the bowl, thinking about how such simple ingredients could form a dish that could be so dangerous. She adds the sugar and ice to the bowl and steps back in satisfaction. The magical sugar made the liquid mix and turn around like a tornado.
ALEX takes the bowl and puts it in the freezer after it's done. She looks over at Carla who has just finished making her dish.
CARLA: Ready?
ALEX: (lying) Ready as I'll ever be
CARLA carefully pours some milk into the third bowl and adds some butter to it. ALEX carefully sprinkle lemon powder everywhere and adds two spoons of red cream. They exchange looks and step back from the kitchen table. The dish they prepared makes a whizzing sound and slowly rearranges itself to form a red, thick paste. CARLA goes to the freezer and carefully puts it over there.
CARLA: Tomorrow.
ALEX nods back in return.
(blackout)

CARLA: (whispering fast) Okay, so for phase one, we need to sneak into one of the windows, roam around the palace, go find the king's bedroom and put the ice cream in there. And we need to do this without getting caught, which we won't be because we cooked an invisibility spell
ALEX: (whispering) Calm down Carla. You're so excited and nervous at the same time - I wouldn't be surprised if you had accidentally taken the euphoria ice cream instead of the invisibility one
CARLA: (whispering) I definitely took the invisibility one. Now come on, let's get inside the castle
They tip-toe to the gate, as they got nearer and nearer, they heard the guards having a conversation.
GUARD 1: D'you really think what the king is doing is right?
GUARD 2: Eh - plotting to take over the world so he can control it? Don't know mate, Don't know. We're not supposed to be talking ‘bout these things anyway. What if His Majesty heard us?
He looked around wearily as he said this as if the king might have been there, listening to their conversations. This thought also struck the other guard.
GUARD 1: Y- Yeah, of course, I think the k-king is r-right. H-His Majesty is always right
GUARD 2: Yeh.
As they continued with their conversation, ALEX and CARLA climb the walls next to the gate to get into the castle.
ALEX: (whispering) Done
CARLA: (whispering) Phew. Those were the longest minutes of my life
ALEX: (slyly whispering) And we haven’t even got to the main part yet,
CARLA: (whispering) Oh my…
ALEX: (whispering) What is it?
CARLA: (whispering) It's beautiful.
ALEX looks up at the castle.
ALEX: (whispering) Yeah. And we need to do this so that this castle goes to someone who deserves it.
CARLA: (whispering) Y-yup, sorry
CARLA: (whispering) Yes! There's an open window right there - but it's too high for us to climb. How will we get there?
ALEX: (whispering) Eureka! I mean - look over there! There's a huge ladder. We could use it to climb up to the window!
CARLA: (whispering) Perfect
They drag the ladder right beneath the window.
ALEX: (whispering) I'll go first
CARLA holds the bottom of the ladder for ALEX as she climbs it.
ALEX: (whispering) Yes! I've made it!
ALEX holds the ladder from the top now, so that the ladder would be steady for CARLA to climb.
CARLA: (whispering in triumph) Done!
ALEX: (whispering) Great.
They were in a huge fancy corridor - filled with red curtains, soft comfy armchairs, leather cushions and about every type of comfy and fashionable thing you could find.
CARLA: (whispering) This way.
ALEX quietly tip-toes to the door where CARLA was going. Right beside the door, they both find a big cabinet filled with glasses, plates and dishes. ALEX: Can you give me the loneliness ice cream.
CARLA undoes the zip of her backpack and hands ALEX the box containing it. The box had a handwritten letter on it which CARLA had written. It said : 'One of the best ice creams I have ever made, your royal highness.'
ALEX sets it on the cabinet and nods over to CARLA.
ALEX: (whispering) Phase one - is complete
CARLA: (whispering) Now for the last phase
She hands ALEX the euphoria ice cream.
CARLA: (whispering) You go and give this to Minister Frederick, and I'll give the anger ice cream to Minister Johnson
ALEX nods at her. She tip-toes to another bedroom which says ‘Minister Fredrick Foster’. It also has a cabinet next to it, but this time it's smaller. She sets the box containing the ice cream and looks over at CARLA who's just doing the same.
CARLA AND ALEX: (whispering together) Mission complete
(blackout)

'Tring tring, tring tring' ALEX groans as she gets up from the bed and smashes the snooze button on the alarm clock. CARLA comes inside the room.
CARLA: Get up, sleepyhead. Have you seen the news?
She hands ALEX the newspaper.

THE NEW LEADERS

Hello, citizens of Sinnea! I am here to tell you an extraordinary thing that has happened yesterday. When the king got up from his sleep, he suddenly called a meeting amongst all the ministers. There and then, he told everyone. “Ministers! As I wake up from my sleep, I realise what I have been doing is for no reason. I do not want to rule the world. Why bother? It's too much to rule an entire planet anyway. As I grow more powerful and powerful, I - I become more lonely. I have realised that I in fact - do not want to be a king! I will leave it to you ministers to rule this country. Goodbye for once and all! I have a plane to board now if you will excuse me,” This was very sudden and unexpected - but what happened next was even more surprising! Minister Johnson suddenly jumped from his chair and shouted, “I shall become the new king! After all the effort and things I've done for this place - it is me who deserves to rule this area,” His supposedly best friend, Minister Frederick also gets up from his seat and says in the most childish manner, “Ho - ho! I know it - I know it! I will become the king! Thank you, everyone! Thank you. To this day, I never thought I would achieve something so special! And I have no idea what you are saying Johnson - it is me who shall be the king!” They argued for hours and hours until our sensible Ministress Granger put a stop to it. She whispered something in the remaining ministers' and ministress' ears and all of them nodded at what she said. She then stood up and said, “In favour of all the remaining Ministers and Ministress' gathered here, we have decided to vote you out of the council!” Thus Johnson and Frederick are no longer our ministers! The remaining Ministers and Ministress' decided to rule together and make a peaceful land. They would not try to rule the world - but would treat us - the citizens of Sinnea extremely kindly, fairly and justly.
From an inexperienced writer, please do not criticize my newspaper writing skills.

ALEX: (laughing) He sure is an inexperienced writer

Part 4: Non-fiction

Elda and Aaron dusted their shirts and look towards each other. “I can't believe we're lost,” Aaron groaned. “Yeah, this place is almost like a forest,” Elda said as she sighed. They were in the Maldives, a group of islands located in Asia. They had asked their parents if they could wander around the place, and they had agreed. Unfortunately, this didn't go out so well, and they were lost. “We need to keep riding our bicycles, we might eventually find a way out if we do,” Elda said. They both mounted their bicycles and pushed their pedals as hard as they could. They drove over the twigs, the sound of leaves crunching filled the air. After a few minutes, they had come upon a large twig. Elda slammed her brakes just in time, but Aaron, who was in the front, didn't get time to do so. He fell with a slam on the ground. “Aaron, are you fine?” Elda anxiously asked as she hurried over to her brother. Aaron groans and turns over to reveal a bleeding knee. “Yeah, I'm fine. I just hurt my leg. Let's continue,” Elda, however, shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Don't try to give the hero kind of vibe Aaron, we're resting for some time,” They sat down on a patch of grass and talked about how they would find their way back to the hotel.
“Do you know the way?” Aaron asked Elda.
Elda shrugged and said. “Not really, but this path seems familiar,”
“Yeah, I also think I saw some of our footprints printed in the sand, we can use that to get back to the hotel” Aaron said.
“Yup. It's so hot, I wish we got some water,” Elda said, fanning herself.
“ I wish we never even got lost,” Aaron said
“ We can wish all we want, but it won't come true, we need to act. Is your hurt fine or do you want to rest some more?” Elda asks.
“ Give it a bit more time,” Aaron said.
After a few minutes, Aaron's hurt had gotten fine and didn't hurt anymore. They mounted their cycles and started riding again. They reach a board filled with signs. “Oh!” Elda said. “It says the hotel is to the left! Let's go there,” They drove left and reached the hotel. “Phew,” Aaron says as he wipes beads of sweat from his forehead. “There are our parents!” At last, they had found their parents!
(414 words)

Holes : book review

Holes is a book written by Louis Sachar. Stanley Yelnats has been sent to Camp Green Lake, a juvenile detention center for boys. But the boys at Camp Green Lake have to do an unusual thing. Every day they have to dig a hole, five feet deep and five feet wide. Camp Green Lake calls the place they dig a lake, but really it's all dried up. It's enormous, and it's the perfect, tiring surface for digging holes.

The first hole's the worst.
No, the second.
Actually, the third.

Every day it seems to get tougher. But soon, that stops. Stanley gets used to it, and although the days are swelteringly hot, and their water bottles are normally empty, the holes start to get easier. He meets some campers which are X-Ray (Rex), Squid (Alan), Magnet (Jose), Armpit (Theodore), Zigzag (Ricky), and Zero. Mysterious, odd Zero. At first, Stanley thought that Zero was weird as Zero used to read the letters that he sent to his mother. But, he later realises that Zero cannot read and teaches him the alphabet in return for Zero digging him his hole. You're probably thinking “Learning the alphabet? Nope, boring,” This is actually not true. There is a lot more to the book and it is very interesting. It is a combination of all genres, comedy, adventures, mystery and more. In between some chapters, there are also some flashbacks of the past, dating back to his great-great-grandfather of Stanley. He is often referred to as his “No-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather”, constantly being blamed for everything that goes wrong in Stanley's life. He is considered to be the reason why the Yelnats family has such bad luck. This book might even have horror you cab say, as there is a part where someone almost/is dying. Nope! I won't give away any spoilers! So what will happen - who might die, who is Stanley's great-great-grandfather, why did he steal a pig, who is Zero and why did Stanely get arrested? Read this book right now for the answers. It is a truly entertaining and interesting book, and I encourage you to read it. In all, I give it a 9/10. The reason I cut one mark is that in Holes, in some parts of the book, it is a little difficult to understand what the author is saying. Anyway, Au Revoir! I hope that by reading this, you will be encouraged to read this delightful story.

Word count:
374 words of poetry
621 words in the essay
1315 words in the scriptwriting
414 words + 407 words for non-fiction

So in total, that makes 3132 words!

Daily, 8th March.
Here is my unfinished story! (it's kinda short)

The night was as dark as it could be, there was no source of light, not even a slight ray from the moon. Rain poured heavily down the ocean. The Pacific Ocean had never seen a storm as fierce as this before. The waves seemed angry and unforgiving, lurching against the ships that dared to sail on this stormy night. A tall brown ship stood mightily against the waves, and silhouettes of people could be seen. There were tall people with weird hats talking in a strange accent. A huge dragonhead stood on the bowsprit, scaring away any sailors who happened to be passing by. The mysterious figures looked like Pirates - with black eye patches and tall gleaming swords. A luminous light suddenly emitted from the ship, growing brighter and brighter by the second. You carefully sail towards it and hear an ongoing conversation.
“Blackbeard,” A man says in a raspy voice. “All gooold is there? The rubies? The sapphires? The emeralds?”
“A-All there sir,” The person known as ‘Blackbeard’ stutters nervously.
“After all this time, all this despair,” The mysterious man looks up, revealing his scarred face.
“I will have my revenge!”
You gasp and turn away from the ship, “Not him -” You say nervously rowing your boat as fast as you can.
“My own brother wants to kill me.”

Cabin wars
(This is based on my poem Ghost for the weekly, you can see it above, and here's a warning, this is kinda scary, don't read if you are scared of deaths, bloody knives and all)

It was dark, only a few rays from the moon were shining upon Haveland. I walked, thinking that nothing could hurt me, and I was safe from everything. It was a peaceful night, with a few cute chirps from the parent birds to tell their children to go to sleep. I felt calm, the waters of the sea abiding with me as their waters seemed undisturbed. That was when I saw a shadow, right next to me. With its cowboy hat and its GAP jacket, it looked strangely familiar. I turned back to see who the person was. My eyes widened as I recognised the person. As I opened my mouth to cry for help, You flashed your eyes murderously and took out a knife. Your look was clear: If you make a single sound, it would be bad for you. The knife blinded me momentarily, as it was made from celestial bronze, a special material that made it shine more than ever.

“You remember?” You laugh as you tossed the knife from one hand to another.
“How could I ever forget?” I softly whisper, still shocked by his sudden appearance.
“It must be surprising for you, almost killed by a weapon you yourself made,”
“It was for self - defence. This knife was never meant for violence,”
“I think the owner gets to chose that right? And the truth is, you are not the owner any more. I am. You gave up the right to wield the knife, ages ago,”
“You think I wanted to be a part of your murderer gang? It's not my fault you didn't ace the exam!”
“ I wanted revenge! I had aced the exam, I'm sure of it. They just didn't like me, so they claimed that I had failed!”
“How do you know? Perhaps because you were caught up in pranking the Masters, you didn't leave any time to practice!”
“I practiced a lot! You have no idea how hard it was for me! I was sure that I had aced, but when the results came it said I failed! They are back-stabbing thieves, that's what they are! They just didn't want to admit that even though I pranked them and made jokes, I had still aced the exam!”
“Fred-”
“Don't call me that,” You growled. “I am now the Deathbringer, master of thieves, and a murderer! The world will pay for being so cruel to me! The thing is that,” You leaned closer to me. “The world is opposite of what everyone thinks. The ‘Good’ are wrong, but the ‘Bad’? They've actually experienced life, and they do things the right way,”
“That's what you think - but you are wrong. Downright wrong,”
“Vice Versa. Again, you wouldn't understand. You haven't experienced actual life. Everything that you want has happened to you. You've had a perfect little life. Until now that is, I'm going to finish your life of now. And nothing - nothing, is going to stop me,”
I gulped, not knowing what to say. “Y-you wouldn't,”
You laughed mercilessly. “That's what you think,”

As I was about to reply to you, you charged at me. Luckily, my years of practice has got me trained for this. I ran as fast as lightning, the thudding of footsteps echoing eerily in the night sky. I managed for a few minutes and then when I was sure I had finally lost you. I stopped in front of an abandoned hut and rested a bit. Big mistake. The door of the abandoned hut swung open, and there you were, as scary as ever with your power-hungry smile and your mysterious blue eyes.
“Thought you could run away from me, huh?” You stepped closer to me, and the last thing I saw was the colour of celestial bronze.

Weekly, Part 2 (WIP)

Lyra Carrow
13
Human


Personality and traits:
Lyra always prefers to work alone. In her words 'Others only slow me down. Even though she doesn't like communicating with people, if she sees anyone in trouble, she'll help them out and talk to them. Lyra isn't what you would call a shy person - in fact, she's the total opposite. The reason why she's never had a real friend is as she doesn't trust people, for the people she had met before had only proved to make her life worse. Lyra is extremely familiar with sarcasm and uses it all the time, but not in a bad way. She might seem tough and grim at first, but if you get to know her you'll realise she's actually kind and good - it's just that her past life has made quite a few changes in her personality. She normally wears a light blue hoodie with olive green denim jeans and white converse sneakers. She has a normal skin tone - medium peach. She has dark brown hair with gold strands and usually wears her hair open. She is an amazing mechanic and can make all sorts of things like watches, laptops and other cool technology. Lyra has a good sense of humour and can crack the funniest jokes - or they're as bad as ‘dad jokes’. Overall, Lyra is a kind and trustworthy girl, but you don't want to mess with her! (227 words)

Wants, hopes and strengths: Lyra just wants to settle down; all her life she's been living in the forest. She finds it extremely comfortable and satisfying as there is everything that an organism needs to survive in the forest, but as there are dangerous creatures in the forest, she always has to be alert and observe everything around her. Lyra is a skilled fighter and can duel anyone easily. All her fighting is self-taught as she is capable of doing almost everything. She fights either with a knife or a bow and arrow, which she both made herself. Lyra hopes that one day, she will find the perfect place to live in and that she'll finally have a good friend - one who she can always trust and follow. She also hopes that one day she'll find her missing parents and uncover the true mystery of why they had left her. Another thing Lyra is very good at is conversing with animals. She can't talk to them as she is human, but she invented a machine that can understand the language of almost every known animal on the planet. As she can help and talk with the animals, she has a special unbreakable bond between them. (201 words)

Dislikes and fears: Lyra's fear is that she will never have a person she can trust. Living alone in the forest for almost a decade, Lyra has had no source of company except the animals, but they weren't human beings and she couldn't talk to them as if they understood her properly. She also fears that someday, a hunter will discover her and leave her no choice for her to return to the polluted and dirty cities and that she would be dropped in an orphanage, where there is nothing to do except sit and stare at the windows. She dislikes spiders a lot as they are creatures with fangs and are usually able to inject venom and hurt organisms. Another thing she dislikes is grown-ups. There are some grown-ups who think that ‘kids’ or people below twenty are just not smart, and they haven't gotten the real taste of the world yet. She dislikes the type of people who are over smart and act as if people her age are kids and haven't experienced real life yet. (177)

Part 3:
This story takes place in Brightensal, a small but comfy beach in Haveland. It is a comfortable and relaxing place, with its soft white sand and its cool calm breeze. It has coconut trees on either side of the beach and the waters are fresh and calm, washing up tidily against the shore. There are soft and comfy armchairs in the corner of the beach, and a luxurious snack bar, which has the tastiest meals you've ever known. This place is not where famous people go for a vacation as this place is not at all famous, but if it were, every customer would give it a 5-star-review. Everything was perfect - the view, the sea, the beach, the bar, the food and the drinks. But amongst this peace and harmony, in the corner of the beach, there is a special coconut tree. One-touch, and whatever you are thinking might become true, depending on the tree's wishes. But be warned, you might be thinking of an adventurous book like ‘Percy Jackson’ or ‘Hunger Games, and you don’t want it to happen in real life, trust me. Yes, you heard that right. I said that it lies on the tree's wishes, which means that it is actually a tree nymph. This tree nymph was cursed from birth as her mother had done something unforgivable, so as a punishment for her sins, her daughter was punished. Every day, one person gets cursed as the tree has a sort of enchantment placed on it which attracts people. Sometimes, the people's thoughts don't become true, but other times……Once, there was a person who was thinking about making a book in which the main character lost their most prized possession, and unfortunately, the person lost their diamond necklace the day after they visited the beach. Another time, a person was thinking about getting a new gold bracelet, and unfortunately at that moment, they were thinking about the horror they would experience if they lost their current one. Again, another jewellery theft was committed that day by the tree nymph. Only in very rare situations, when the tree nymph happens to like a person, she grants a good wish, if the person is thinking that at the time. But that is not the only thing mysterious in Brightensal. There remains the mystery of what the tree nymph's mother did….. There are many theories to this interesting case, but none of them seems quite right……the mystery of the tree nymph and her mother, remains even today. (421 words)

Part 4: (okaaay, this is a bit similar to the example given, but this is actually 100% original)
Your character walks into the room, with a tingling feeling in the back of their head. They feel that something is off - that they've forgotten something extremely important. They sit on their desk and discover a mysterious note, in a familiar handwriting they can't seem to place. They gulp nervously as they read the letter placed in front of them. The note indicates that they have lost their memory - and they need to get it back. To do so, they have to go to the most dangerous and dark forest in the world at 12 midnight. Your character has mixed feelings - they're scared, curious and a bit excited for what is in store for them. They creep into the forest at midnight and after a lot of wandering and confusion, they finally meet the person they're looking for. Secrets unreveal in front of them, and form the spookiest thing they've ever heard - is the person telling the truth? (158)

Part 5:
3 months before:
Alex rotated the wheel and slammed the accelerator. It didn't matter which direction he went, as long as it was away from them. Away from the backstabbing murdering humans. Humans. They were the biggest of his problems, always seeking out a way to kill demons - for no apparent reason. Alex had done nothing to them, in fact, if he had done anything to the humans, he had helped them.

They repaid him poorly, and so harshly that Alex wished he had never met a human at all in his entire life. Two lives actually - the humans had already murdered him ruthlessly in cold blood, but the Gods were kind enough to resurrect him. He couldn't let his life go again, he had just gotten it back recently. Determined and persistent, Alex drove as fast as he could, trying to escape the police cars chasing him. The sound of the sirens was extremely distracting and made him a bit scared. “No time for fearing! Remember, you are Alex the Fearless, and you can overcome everything,” He muttered again and again to himself.

Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he nervously pushed a large red button on the driving wheel. “Time to see if this works,” He muttered under his breath. He pulled his steering wheel upward and waited anxiously to see what would happen next. For a moment, nothing happened. The sound of the sirens got louder and louder, and Alex wondered if he would ever get out of this situation alive.
Then suddenly, his car lurched upwards and soared through the sky. Nearby people screamed and turned pale at the sight of this unusual event. Alex raised his fist in triumph and steered the car as best as he could do in the air. The car flew for miles and miles until it finally came to a stop. It dived downwards, hitting a huge rock as it did so. Alex groaned as blood trickled down his forehead. He got off the car and observed his surroundings- (339)


Alex blinked his eyes and woke himself up from his daydream. More like Day-mare, Alex had had this dream several times in the past few weeks, and the horrible thing was, that it was actually true. Alex wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and hammered on a piece of metal. He was in the pleasant city of Akihorren. Unfortunately, this city was owned by gnomes, and they did not act kindly towards humans our demons.

Alex had to dress himself and act like an elf, which was extremely tiring to do at times, but it was his only choice. To earn a living, Alex had started a mechanic shop in the city. He made sure it got just the right amount of customers - neither too much nor too little. He didn't want to attract too much attention as he feared that he would be caught, so he brought up his shop in a rather unvisited and small town in Akihorren called ‘Sinnea’. Sinnea constantly reminded him of the human cities - there was garbage littered almost everywhere and the town was quite un-hygienic. But Alex knew that it was either his life, or his hygiene, and he knew which one was more important than the other.
Tink, tink, tink.
The same noise repeatedly echoed in his head. He had become used to hearing it every day - it was the sound that his hammer made when it hit metal.
Tink, tink, tink
But it also creepily reminded him of……the sound of the sirens.
Tink, tink, tink
Alex dropped his hammer and looked around. His face was as pale as a ghost as he nervously scanned his surroundings to see if anyone was nearby.
TINK, TINK, TINK
It continued to replay in his mind, eventually becoming louder and louder. Alex bit his lip to stop himself from letting out a sob.
TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK
Past visions flashed through his mind.
TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK
His dead friend, lying stiffly in a pool of blood.
TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK
King Leanear tortured him when his level was Lower Four.
TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK
The police officer who tried to kill him looking at him, thirsty for blood.
TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK
The police officer was in a different room now, filled with notes and books.
TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK
Alex didn't recognize this from his memory. The police officer's mouth moved and started speaking.
TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK
The voice was blurred and was breaking, but Alex manages to catch a few words of what he was saying.
TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK
Alex recognized a few words and arranged them in a sentence. “I am coming for you, Alex Walker,”
TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK, TINK
Alex collapsed to the floor, pale and fully unconscious.
–
“Is he fine?” Alex opened his eyes and found himself in a hospital, full of nurses and doctors. A tall woman hovered over him, and as she spoke again he recognized the voice to be the same one who asked about his health. “I need him to be full- he's awake!” A doctor, dressed in a white suit hurried over to Alex and asked him whether he was fine or not. It took Alex a few seconds to realise that the doctor was talking to him. "Asra atlana Ayia orot“ He replied. The doctor looked at him with a confused expression, and Alex realised he had been speaking in the language of the demons. ”I - I mean, I'm completely fine,“ Alex hurriedly says to the doctor. The doctor smiles at him and gestures to the tall woman. ”There you go, he's completely fine.“ He says in a reassuring voice. The tall woman smiles at the doctor. ”Could I speak with him privately?“ She asked. ”Of course!“ The doctor replied. ”I'll come back in a minute or two. Just don't take too long,“ He said as he closed the door.

The tall woman cleared her throat and spoke aloud. ”Alex Walker, I have been searching for you for 2 years,“ But that time, the voice was not the one of the sweet, worried lady. Alex gasped at her - no, him. ”It's you. Police officer Ladar," He gasped. The police officer smiled as Alex slammed the fire alarm button. The sound echoed through the air, as everyone frantically tried to see the fire.

Did he live? (1174 words)

'•.¸♡ Hi! I'm Moonii, and I'm part of the Fan-Fi Cabin! I'll be using this post for my writing for SWC! ‘•.¸♡

Dailies
* March 1

Hello, I’m Moonii! I'm a girl who loves to
write, read, code, and do digital/regular art.
I also do dance! The classes I take are
Jazz, Tap, Hip-Hop, and Lyrical, I really
enjoy it! I use she/her pronoun. I haven't explored too
much of the pride world yet. But, I'm excited to learn more!
My goal for this SWC Session is 2k words,
that may change, but for now that's my goal.
This is also my first SWC Session, so I'm
super excited to meet new people and complete
all the cool different dailies, weeklies, challenges,
etc.! Anyways, I look forward to meeting all of you
this session! Happy writing!

* March 2

“Ouch!” I screeched as User slid her finger all
over my face. “That hurt!” I could scream and
yell all I wanted, but it wouldn't really be any use
anyways I guess. I'm hopeless, I'm a phone. Now,
back in the backpack pocket I go. User gives me
an ugly feeling inside, like that thing Users call “guilt”,
but it's not my fault she sneaks me into
this so called “school” everyday.My days usually go
like this: I get slapped, swiped, dropped, tapped, and
snuck into school. And occasionally dropped in the
toilet just for good measure. User thinks we're besties,
like if you slapped someone across the face everyday
you were automatically best friends? I'm no User but I
know for a fact that's not how it works. I dream for the
day I break free from User's evil clutches. Well, not
really evil, but still. I'm not dreaming anymore, though.
'Cause I'm about to tell you how I escaped the evil
clutches of user, with the help from a special friend.
“Dim the lights, everyone, chop, chop!” [In the library
of User's school] I hate when I have to charge, it's
like I'm awaiting the day I rise from the dead. Which,
I mean that's basically what it is, but it's also excessively
boring. “Finally!”, I breathed a sigh
of relief. “I know, right?” Wait- what?! Did User actually
just hear me?… “Uh, are you gonna say ‘Hello’ to me,
or…” “Who was that?” “It was me, over here! That one
grasshopper, heh…” “I can't see you, I'm literally laying
face up on a table.” “Then just move, duh”, he scoffed.
“I'm a phone, duh.” I mimicked him sarcastically. “Yeah,
about that, I'm just gonna need you to get that User of
yours to drop you on the ground, easy enough?” I
gawked at him, although he couldn't see me from the
table. “Sure, I mean User drops me all the time. The
toilet is a fan favorite.” I remarked sarcastically. I then
grunted and twisted desperately trying to shift myself
and get User's attention, it usually wasn't that hard.
Most of the time she'd just pick me up on her own.
But this time, she didn't even seem to care that I
was right there next to her! I didn't even care if she
slapped and swiped me this time, I just wanted to
see what this grasshopper guy had to offer! At
last, user glanced at me and picked me up, I
twisted and wiggled struggling to get out of her
grasp. Finally, I fell to the floor within minutes
of her grubby fingers tapping and swiping all over
me. “So, what do you have to offer?” I murmured
my face planted into the floor. “Well, how would
you like to finally move your limbs? Once I give
you some…” I gasped and inhaled dust from the
dirty floor of the library. I hacked and coughed
and then responded with “Oh, my gosh! Yes, yes!
What do I have to do for it? I'll do anything! You
can have User if you really wanted her, I mean,
she literally just slaps her disgusting fingers
all over my face everyday.” The grasshopper
sighed. “I don't want anything. But I do need
something.” “What is it?” I asked. “I need battery,
I was made in a lab. I've been going on weary and
tired for years now, I'm running out of battery. If you
give me some, you'll be able to walk, I can give you limbs,
anything. I just need battery.” “Uh… how much?” I said
cautiously. “At least… half.” He winced. “Oh- Uh… alright.”
The grasshopper pulled out a charger from… somewhere.
He then hooked it up into one of my charging spots. He
pressed a button and I felt myself getting tired. He then
pressed it again and took the charger out. “Wow, that felt
good!” He gasped. “Wha- what about me?” I said wearily.
“You? Pfft, you don't get anything you loser!” You fell
for my trap! I only needed that battery for extra charge.
Now, I can use that battery to make my own little army
and take down the world of phones! My entire life, I've
been rejected ad neglected, now, I can get my revenge!
Finally, the Users will pay attention to us, the robots
and not you pesky phones!“ I just lay there on the ground
in shock. But I spotted a potion. That must be what he was
going to use to give me limbs to walk! He was standing right
over me, this was my chance! I grunted and shifted, and…
yes! Score! ”Gotcha!“ I yelped with excitement. The potion
then spilled over the floor and I shifted my body over it.
A cloud of purple formed around me, and once it was gone,
I had grown limbs! But, the other thing that was also gone was…
”Grasshopper!“ I fumed with anger. ”I'm gonna find that thief
and save my fellow phones! What about my battery, though?
I then spotted the charger grasshopper had used to get my
battery. I'd use that! Anytime I need battery, I'll just plug myself
in for a bit. That should work, right? I sighed. “Alright, time to
save the phone world!” I scurried out the doors of the library
and set off on my adventure.

Probably NOT to be continued!…


* March 7
Questions I Chose: ‘What is your character’s
biggest fear? If your character could receive their
deepest desire in exchange of betraying a friend,
would they do it? What kinds of music would your
character like? What types of clothing? What does
your character value most in a friend?'

[These questions will be answered in the perspective
of my OC Moonii. Who is a cute little cow if you didn't
know. hehe]

Q #1

Oh gosh… uh… well I'm scared of a lot of things.
But, uhm, I think my biggest fear would definitely
be the dark, shadows, y'know scary dark stuff
like that. I want everyone to be happy, and I mean
don't get me wrong, if you're goth and you like that,
then be you, but that's just not me and it scares me
a lil' bit. I'm also kinda scared of Weirdcore/Dreamcore.
And i know a lot of people like that stuff, and that's totally
okay! I just get scared by all the characters and the static and
stuff. Like, all those eyes just staring at you, yikes. So, yeah!
Those are some of my biggest fears. Next question!

Q #2

Oh, well. This is a tough one. My desire would
most likely be love. I'm lonely. :innocent face:
But, I would never ever give up my friends
for a girlfriend. (am a straight ally boi) I know that
would break my friends' heart. So for example, if
something a little like this happened where I had a
girlfriend and she wanted me to ignore my friend
because she felt like I wasn't paying enough attention
to her, I wouldn't do it! Who's going to fall for that? Honestly?!
Oldest trick in the book, guys+girls and ones in between. I would
just dump her and try to avoid her. Because she's obviously trouble
and if I had said ‘yes’ and agreed to what she said, I would be in for a
whole train wreck of a time. So, yeah. Don't do that guys. Next question, please!

Q #3

Oh. My. Gosh. Music?! Only the best things that's ever
happened to me! I love, love, love, pop music!! It really
gets the good feelings going and it's really nice to listen
to. One of my favorite songs is “Winner” by Jamie Foxx.
So good! (go listen to it right now or I will eat your cabin's
points. /jk but still) Ooh, clothing? Well I really like
to wear something like a polo shirt and khaki shorts with
a belt and a cute lil' bow tie to go along with it. Don't ya'll
think that would look so cute?! Love that kind of outfit. It's
makes me feel so professional and handsome. hehehe
Next question, people!

Q #4

Ooh, the thing I value most is humor! I love a friend
who makes me laugh. Or one that I can make laugh
easily, and when I do something weird they laugh because
they think it's funny, too. And they don't just make a weird
face and walk away like I'm some kind of hobo. For example,
my friend Fernii. She's really nice+humorous. She laughs at
my jokes and we both get along so well together! And when we're together
people that aren't playing with anyone or are alone, come to see if they
can join us because they want to have fun, too! So, yeah! Shoutout to
Fernii for being a great friend, by the way!! Also, guys, if you see people
who are lonely and want join you and your friend, give them a chance, say
yes! They could become your BFF, too! Alright, apparently that's all the time
I have to answer questions because some random people are kicking me out
of this place, wherever I am right now. Alright, b- Ahhh!



* March 17

The sound of trumpets, tubas, drums and many
more instruments that weren't clear filled my ears
as the parade went by. I was at the St. Patrick's Day
Parade in Florida to celebrate St. Patrick's Day! Beaded
necklaces were thrown around and placed around my neck
as I made my way through the crowd. I came across a stand
with a lit-up sign that said ‘Beaded Necklaces!’ So, I stopped by.
A man came up and handed me a couple of beads and then said
“Hey, kid. You wanna know a short cut through the crowd?” Thinking
his offer could only help me while I was sifting my way through the
crowd, I agreed. He then told me to follow him. We weaved through the crowd and into
a crowded coffee shop. He went up the stairs and opened a hatch to the roof.
We climbed up and onto the top of the building. There was a net suspended
hanging on the side of the roof. He picked me up, threw me into the air without
a word, and before I knew it I was bouncing on the net and flying towards the leprechaun
float! “Ahhh, somebody help me, please!! Some bead hobo kidnapped me and
threw me onto a net!!” I screeched as I flew across the air and landed on the float.
“Aye, boy! Ya finally made it? We ‘er waiting for ya! He motioned me to a door and lightly
shoved me in. ”The star of the show is here, May!“ ”Ah, yes!“ Said a woman inside the room.
”Let’s get you ready!“ ”W- What is happening? I don't think I'm supposed to be here… er…“
”Oh, of course you're supposed to be here, you silly! You're the leprechaun for goodness sake!
The kids'l get crazed without you on the float! Yer a lucky boy since we've only turned the first
corner, we just started movin'. We are the grand finale after all!“ She put me in a chair and spun
me around. She applied powdered makeup and a fake orange beard to my face. She handed me
a green hat and suit and said, ”Here, change into this, boy, and fast! Those kids are goin' insane!“
I hurried to the dressing room, why was I doing this again? I'm sane. I said to myself over and over.
I rushed out of the dressing room and onto the float. Music was blasting, I started jumping and dancing
like some drunken lunatic. Some kind of staff member of the float handed me a big tub of beads. I chucked
them out into the crowd and screeched ”Happy St. Patrick's Day, kiddos!!" Crazily on a loop. I've never had
so much fun my entire cow life! I can't believe how happy I was. Call me crazed, insane, a lunatic, but this
was FUN. This was ME.



* March 28th

I pulled out the box from under my bed, opened it up, and pulled it out, the journal. I then started to write, ‘I feel
so sad lately. I know about this whole kind of war that’s been going on between Russia and Ukraine, and it's just
not fair. Now of course life isn't fair, but this is just going over the top with unfair now, honestly. I know everyone is
praying and doing good things for Ukraine, but, they're either saying not nice things about Russia or just not helping
them at all. Not everyone in Russia agrees with their president, and they don't want to hurt Ukraine. They're done with
fighting over Ukraine, and they don't want to start a war. They need help, too. They don't want this. They need help just
like Ukraine, and some people don't understand that because they think everyone in Russia are horrible people because of
what their president is doing. They don't all agree with him. Anyways, you know something I'm happy about? Yesterday on the
news there was a report on the Air Show in Florida! It was so exciting and cool, so I decided to go! The planes were so amazing
when they did synchronized flying that I think I'll go to another one next year to see more! Now, about the Fan-Fic forest, I don't
have any idea how to save it, but of course I'll try! Plus, with the help of my other cabin mates, we'll be able to save the forest for
sure! How do I feel about opening doors, huh? Well, I think it's really fun!! Because it takes to a super cool place which will eventually
lead us to fixing up the Fan-Fic forest, who wouldn't want that?! Anyway, that's all for my entry today. See you when I pick you up again,
eventually.' ~ Moonii





Weeklies ‘•.¸♡ Do not fear! Because I’ll also be adding the dates when
*Week 1 I finish writing! '•.¸♡
Poems



Haiku

I am feeling good.
The birds are flying around.
Swirling in the clouds.
The clouds are white.
The trees are green.
The flowers are vibrant.
The Sun is in the blue sky.
The children are playing.
Their laughs are loud.
They’re happy and joyful.
Their parents are proud.
The skaters are skateboarding.
The wheels rolling around.
They’re feeling confident.
And their boards lands gracefully back onto the ground.
You know how I feel.

Free Verse

Her bun is tight.
Her costume is glimmering.
Glim and glamor everywhere.
She checks her position.
She hesitates.
She nervously steps onto the stage.
She begins to dance.
She leaps from foot to foot.
Her toes pointed.
Leaping across as if she was on clouds.
She twirls and twirls.
Her tutu spins with her chaines.
The audience applauds.
Roaring like thunder.
She slips off behind the curtains like a graceful dove.
Her friends applauding loudly as she comes through.
A beautiful ballerina.

Sonnet
I put on my suit.
I water the flowers.
I grab the chocolates.
And off I go.
I walk to the bench.
She comes down the path.
We sit on the bench together.
I hand her my chocolates.
I hand her my flowers.
We watch the petals fall off the flowers.
We walk to the beach.
We watch the sun set.
We lay in the sand.
And at the end of the day, I hand her my heart.

Acrostic

Amazing
Magnificent
Eagle
Really
Independent
Cool
America

Limerick

There was a hockey stick.
And it shrunk, and it shrunk, and it shrunk.
But it stopped when it got to the size of the puck.


Essay Dogs vs. Cats
Everybody has their opinions about dogs and cats. But
which is better? This argument has been going on for years,
but this is going to settle it.

Dogs an cats are both nice animals, but one has to be
better than the other doesn't it? Dogs are usually larger than cats,
cats play with different toys than dogs. So let's compare the facts,
for Dogs vs. Cats.

This topic is important to humanity, because people need
closer! How will they ever know who is better? Will they just keep
arguing with themself their entire life about which is better? That's
why we're going to settle the argument right here.

Dogs
While a cat has about 50 mil to 80 mil odor-sensitive receptor
cells in its nose, a dog has a whopping 200 mil to 300 mill cells to
help them sniff! Some dogs even have such good noses they can
sniff out illegal substances or even medical problems! Dogs can at
times when running, faster than a cheetah! Along with their noses, their
hearing is super sensitive. Dogs have about 18 muscles controlling
their ears! Those are some strong ears! There are many other great
features dogs have, but now let's move on to the cats.

Cats
Cats are related to tigers, they share about 95.6% of their
genetic makeup with tigers! That's one pretty fierce cat! Cats
are also great jumpers, the can jump as high as five times their
own height! A house cat can run up to the speed of about 30mph over
short distances! A car goes about that fast, and a cat can, too?! Cats
have a whopping 32 muscles in their ears, can rotate them 180 degrees,
and have about one octave higher than a dogs!

So, with all this comparison and facts, I think it's time to decide!
Which is better? Dogs or cats? I guess it's up to you. Now go out there
and promote that opinion of yours. 'Cause it might make some changes.


Script ATTENTION:This script came from a play I wrote in school
with one of my friends called “Gertrude's Goose Adventure”

Gertrude’s Goose
Adventure
By: Anna Kearns and Cara Ballentine
Characters: Narrator, Gertrude, Gertra, Tony, and Sammy.



Narrator: Gertrude the Goose was in her house one day, making candy for her neighbors Sally The Swan and Tony the turtle. But little did Gertrude know, Gertra the Evil Goose had some really evil plans with Gertrude today.

(Gertra the Evil Goose enters)

Gertra: BOOM-SHAKA-LAKA!

(Gertrude screams)

Gertrude: Oh, no! *pause* There’s no more butter! How shall I make candy for Sally and Tony?

Gertra: How could you be worried about butter when I’M here?!

Gertrude: I’m not worried about you right now, the only thing I’m worried about is the candy not tasting good. Duh.

Narrator: After that Gertra walked out, but little did Gertrude know while she washed her feathers, Gertra cast a spell on the eggs to poison the candy… but it didn’t work, but she didn’t need to know that. After Gertra
had fled the scene of the crime, Sammy the Swan and Tony the Turtle walked in.


Sammy the Swan + Tony the Turtle: Gertrude?

Gertrude: Sammy? Tony?

Sammy and Tony: Hello! We're in the kitchen.

(Gertrude enters the kitchen)

Gertrude: I’m sorry the candy isn’t ready… I don’t have anymore butter

Sammy and Tony:
Oh that’s ok. We can make butter together!

Gertrude: How do we do that?

Sammy:We *weird pause* churn

Getrude: That was a weird pause.

Tony: Yeah that was kinda weird.

Sammy: Well anyway let’s start churning!!

Sammy, Tony, and Gertrude:a 5,a 6, a 7, an 8 This is the song of churning this is the song this is a song of churning this is the song. We churn all night and churn all day. We churn in the dark. We churn in the light. We never stop. Until we make butter. So come on let’s chu-chu-churn.

Tony: I’m tired, can we stop?

Sammy: Yeah, can we stop?

Gertrude: Almost done, keep churning.

(10 Minutes later)
Gertrude: Done!

Tony & Sammy: finally were done

Gertrude:Time to make CANDY!

Tony: (sarcastically) Yay!

Sammy: Let’s make this tomorrow.

(Everyone agrees)

Narrator:
Well, while everyone was sleeping Gertra once again spelled one of the food items. While Gertra spelled the food Gertrude started to sleep walk. Getrude walked into the kitchen. Gertra saw her and didn’t finish her spell, but she didn’t know. Then she ran out of the front door and left her necklace in her tracks. Gertrude tripped over the necklace and suddenly woke up. Gertrude picked up the necklace.

Gertrude: Sammy, Tony, come see this!

(Sammy and Tony then hear Gertrude and rush down the stairs)

Sammy + Tony: What is it, Gertrude?

Gertrude: There’s a necklace that has been left here! It seems very familiar, like I’ve seen it before. Do any of you know what it might’ve come from?

Tony: *gasp* THAT’S GERTRA’S NECKLACE, GERTRUDE! This is REALLY BAD! We need to do something now, she’s gonna come after us all! (panicked voice)


Sammy: C’mon, Tony! It’s not that bad. It’s only her necklace. How bad can it be?

Gertrude: It’s actually REALLY GOOD, Tony! Gertra uses that necklace to cast all her spells, that means that she can’t cast them anymore! But we need to keep this in a safe space.

Sammy: Well, yes. She can’t cast spells for now, but… there is something she can still use. Although it’s back in my tower. And… I may or may not have left my tower unlocked when I came to visit you. *wince*

Gertrude: WHAT?! Why would you do that?! Who knows of the things that could get into your tower, you’ve been gone for at least two days now!

Tony: Well, what are we gonna do about it? It’s not like we can go back to your tower, get the thing before Gertra does and then get both of these powerful things locked up.

Sammy: Uh, of course we can, you silly turtle!

Gertrude: So, what are we waiting for?! Let’s GO!

*epic packing montage*

Gertrude: Alright, finally we’re ready to go! But, where do we lock these things up once we have them secure in our own feathers… No offense to you, Tony.

Tony: None taken. *casual whistling*

Sammy: We can lock it up in the attic of my tower. That’s where I keep all of my special potions and overpowered magical items.

Gertrude + Tony: Alright then, let’s go!

(Gertrude and Sammy waddle fastly out the door while Tony is still making his way across the room)

Sammy: Oh, right. I forgot we had a turtle with us.

Tony: Okay, that time the offense WAS taken.

Gertrude: It’s alright, Tony. You can ride in my vegetable cart.

(Gertrude grabs her vegetable cart and puts Tony in. Then, they start their journey)

Narrator: They journeyed long and hard. But finally, after hours upon hours of traveling, they made it to Sammy’s tower.

Sammy: Ah, tower sweet tower.

(The team quickly wheel and waddle up the many stairs of the tower. Sammy unlocks the door where the special potion to cast spells is kept. The team then wheel and waddle up another flight of stairs to the attic. Sammy locks the potion and necklace up in a box.)

Narrator: As the team is wheeling and waddling down the stairs, they catch sight of a familiar beak.

Gertrude, Sammy + Tony: *gasp* Gertra! *panicked faces*

Gertra: Oh, Gertrude! I’m so sorry! I’m so horrible! I was just jealous, I’m sorry! Please forgive me.

Gertrude: Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?

Gertra: Because… I AM YOUR SISTER.


THE END!


Non-Fiction Part 1 Rainbows

I trudged to the bus stop, dreading science class. On the way,
I saw a rainbow. It gave me hope. But science class sure didn't.
When we got to school, I walked into the science room and sat
down. Ms. Quigley then immediately began her lesson for the day
“Have you ever wondered where rainbows come from? They
seem so mysterious like they appear out of nowhere. We're
about to find out where they come from, though.” said Ms. Quigley
The class groaned in dismay. “Not another boring science lesson.”
Jack sighed. “Why me…” "Now, now, class. We'll be doing projects
on this topic with DRAWING and ART the class gasped.
Those were their two favorite things about science. Pretty much the
only things they even liked about science. Ms. Quigley then started her
lesson. “It will most likely have to be sun showering at the time a rainbow
comes to be.” “Why?” asked Mason. “Well, because the sun will need to
reflect it's light on a rain droplet for the rainbow to come, now listen
and you'll see. First, the sun shines down, and when it hits a rain droplet,
some of the light from the sun is reflected. The electromagnetic
spectrum, which is the range of the wavelengths or frequencies over
which electromagnetic radiation extends, is made of light with many
different wavelengths and each is reflected at a different angle. Thus,
it is separated, making a rainbow!” The class looked like they'd just
seen the end of the world. They gasped in unison. Then Maria blurted
out, “I never knew all that happened just to put a pretty rainbow in the
sky!” “Yes, Maria! Think of all that work for the sun!Well, now you know!
Every time you see a rainbow, think of how much is going on up there in
that big beautiful sky!” She dismissed our class for recess, then. I bore
through the rest of the day, and when I rode home on the bus, and saw
another rainbow,I did have hope. Even for science class. When I got home
I told my mom all about my day. She was very happy with me, then to
celebrate we got some ice cream!
The End!

(I know that really sounded like some kind of ‘Magic School Bus’ episode.
Sorry to make you read that. XD)

Non-Fiction Part 2

“Ugh..” I moaned. Mom had just signed me up for a season of soccer.
I did not agree to it. Who wants to do soccer when you can play
video games? But mom said I didn't have a choice, which apparently I
didn't because she had already signed the papers. There was no turning
back now. She said she wanted to give me a class on soccer before the
season started. That was the worst part. I was heading down the stairs
to the living room for my ‘class’ and i saw my mom standing in front of the
TV, which had a PowerPoint ready to go, and she was dressed like some kind
of coach. “Oh, boy…” I muttered under my breath. She really went all-out on this
one. “Take a seat, student.” Mom said smiling. “Please never call me that again.”
Mom frowned. “Now, let's start. We're going to go over some facts.” She clicked
a button on the remote and the PowerPoint went to the next slide. “Soccer is played
by 250 million players in over 200 countries all over the world!” She said excitedly.
“And now you're one of them!” “Yay!” I remarked sarcastically. "Which, with all those
players, making soccer the most popular sport in the entire world! “Wow…” I said.
And that time I wasn't even joking. The most popular sport in the world? And I was a part
of it? She clicked a button on the remote. “No one really knows where soccer first was
created, but the earlier versions of soccer can be tracked back to about 3,000 years
ago! As we know, soccer is the most popular game in the world. In most countries,
soccer is referred to as ‘football’. Mainly because in soccer, you use your feet!”
“Hey, mom. I think I'm actually really excited to do soccer now! Thanks for this!
Can we go practice in the backyard?” I asked excited. “Of course!” Mom grinned.
“I'll get the ball!” I yelled back at her as I ran to the garage. I went out into the backyard
where mom was waiting for me. “Ready, set, pass!” She said. We played soccer until
it was time for lunch. “I had so much fun today, mom.” “I'm glad you did.” She said
smiling. She gave me a big hug and I smiled, too.
The End
[I originally finished this at 11:49 but had to edit it to add the words; 849 words for this section;
2566 words in total]


Word Wars
<dates+writings will be added>

Writing Competitions
<dates+writings will be added>

Other Weird Writing Stuff I Do For Some Reason

*Unfinished Daily For March 8 (OG Story by @Shadowssong and finsihed
by me.

Spelling Bee Spellup Originally by @Shadowssong and finished
by @-Moonii_Cow-

RING, RING, RING, RING!
The announcements started like that every day. Mrs. Swatch's
voice came over the loudspeaker. “Students of Steevele school,
our school will be hosting a Spelling Bee for ages 6-14 for anyone
who is interested, they should turn in the form your teachers will
be giving you to the front office by Monday, November 5th. The forms
will be handed to you by your English teacher. If you are below six but still
want to participate there will also be a Spelling Bee held for for kids ages 4-5
that will take place auditorium on Tuesday, November 6th. Now, for today's
lunch we have either spaghetti and meatballs or tacos. There is also a choice
of salad. Please follow the rules and have a great day!” “Are you participating?”
Asked my friend Chloe after the announcements were over. “No, what?! Do you
actually think I have a chance?” I asked more rudely then I'd expected. “Well,
maybe if you practice you will.” She replied. “Well, I don't have the time to turn in
your form now even if you really wanted to join, anyway.” She retorted. “Alright,
then Chloe”. I replied pretending not to care. “Fine!” She said as she gave in.
“Fill out the form, I'll turn it in for you.” She snorted. “Thank you.” I said pleased
with a defiant look on my face.



"You're totally gonna ace the Spelling Bee if you keep this hard! It's literally
the only thing you've been doing for weeks now! Chloe joked. “You really think so?”
I questioned her. She didn't really think I was gonna be able to ace this Bee, right?
“You're not saying that just to get my hopes up?” I queried her. “Well, if you're studying
this hard nothing stands in your way.” She told me as she did a cartwheel.

[I promise I will finish this! I didn't have time to finish this daily on time. But I promise
I will finish this for you Shadowssong!]


'•.¸♡ Ok, that's it for this post for now! I'll add word counts+dates as I start writing! '•.¸♡

when I receive [1 message saying "SWC has begun!"]
stop [coding and start writing!]set [Fan-Fi] to [winner]

Hello!
This is my post, have a good day
(I'm in Thriller)
Dallies:
I'll link them with dates behind them
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/651719416/ 3/1/22
Weeklies:
Same as above.
World wars:
Same as above.
Short stories I make and want to use for points:
Either added or linked.

Hello! I am from the Dystopian cabin! Claiming this post for my writing!

Dailies:
3/3/2022
Fire, Sunshine and Night Ice cream.
Lemon? No. Mint? No. Socks? What is wrong with you?! What is a good ice cream flavor?
I don’t want to make something basic. What about… Fire. How would that taste? Hot? Hot ice cream? No. But what about an ice cream that makes you think about a fireplace? No wait! An ice cream that makes you think about a campfire? Yes! Everyone loves campfires! Marshmallows! It will taste like marshmallows! Ok! We got one flavor! Two more to go!

Uhm? S-ocks? S-un? Sun-shine? Yes! Sunshine! That would taste… Happiness? Uhm, what is happiness? Chocolate and Oreos? Yes! But how will it be sunshine? Saffron? That would work. My notebook was blowing up. Ok! Two done. One to go! But now I really need ice cream. Wait one minute

—————————– 3 hours later —————————————–
I am back! What? It did not take so long! Oh, oh, oh, that's not okay! Suddenly that's not okay! Anyway, let’s get to the last ice cream. You might think I have only gone around eating ice cream for three hours, but I have actually gone and asked people what random ice cream they could think of from the top of their head. I have got paper, dragonfruit, night… Yes! Wow, I am amazing! A genius! Night! Dark blue, black and white dots. What is dark? Liquorice? No, disgusting! Black berries? Yes. And… blueberries! Yes! This is amazing!

Okay! Let’s go to school! I have to go and make these ice creams. But first: shop!
We need to buy marshmallows, chocolate, Oreos, saffron, black berries, blueberries, milk, cream, vanilla and sugar. Give me just thirty minutes.

—————————– 2 hours later —————————————–
Okay! I know! It did take a little more than I thought! Do not judge me! Anyway! I have told Marie I have got all the flavors! I am finally done. It took so long but now I am finally done. I am done with all the flavors. Now we can sell them.

—————————– 3 years later —————————————–
Hello! I am Amine Line and this is my co-worker Marie Lopez. We own the biggest ice cream factory in the whole world. Our biggest flavors are fire, sunshine, night and tea. We are the world's most popular human being. Kids and teenagers love us. We also make healthy ice cream. Does not sell as well, but grown ups love it (don’t really know why). This is our story!

3/4/2022
Your text to link here…

Weeklies:

Word Wars:

Writing Competitions:

Random things I just want to add:

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╭ ꒰ swc march 2022: poetry ˚˖ ╮
hello, my name is violet, but you can call me vi! my pronouns are she/her, and I’m claiming this post for my writing. feel free to critique my writing, but make sure to notify me on my profile!

╭ ꒰ swc march 2022: dailies ˚˖ ╮

March 1st: 145 words
On a dark corridor, one hundred thousand miles away from where Violet was happily typing away on her computer for SWC, something else was happening.

The door creaked as the girl slowly opened it, and cobwebs could be seen, covering most of the wall. This was, truly, a haunted house.

The girl sighed, and decided to walk in even farther. Spiders crawled. Floorboards creaked.

As the girl was only 6 years of age, she didn't know better, but I’m sure that if she had better supervision, this wouldn’t have happened.

The girl cried out in pain, and slowly looked up into the eyes of it, whatever it was.

She screamed. The creature started. She ran. The creature followed.

Eventually she got horribly lost, as the mansion was so big. The monster eventually got her, which is why you should not go into dark corridors.

March 2nd: 336 words
I awoke with a start. Really? I thought. It’s 3am, no one should be on their computers at 3am!

Humans are so annoying, honestly. All those dumb memes they look at, it gets so boring. Who even finds cats funny anyway?

I light up and start to get a good workout, as the human types my password in with my keyboard. Ugh, all of these stickers that she put on me. Does she know how uncomfortable they are?

This room of hers is quite comfortable. Big walls, big bed, and a big desk for me to sit on. It’s so nice to have all of that.

Lucky I’m not Toothy, who has to spend hours of her day locked in a drawer, unable to move. And when she finally gets out, she has to be shoved into the mouth of a human. As objects, we can’t move on our own, our owners have to activate us.

Honestly, I don’t object to being used, but when I’m trying to charge, it’s kind of annoying. I’m almost out of battery, and I can’t die! I know that I’ll probably be fine, but what if I’ll be gone forever when I die.

The human mostly uses my sister, iPad, nowadays. So why is she using me now? It must be urgent.

I open up scratch, as the human requests, and see a strange message from a user I’ve never seen before.

The human clicks on it. I wonder, what is this?

The user is just a bunch of numbers and underscores, so there’s no clear answer for who exactly this could be. It’s strange, really.

The message reads:

“Hello! Sorry for the late reply, but I wanted to tell you that your project will be curated on the front page by me!”

I would smile, if I had lips. The human has leapt out of her chair and started jumping up and down, or so my camera tells me.

Well good for her! I’m glad that she’s finally happy.

March 3rd: 719 words
Flavors by RLove10: vanilla hope, sad betrayal, and mint with chocolate chips

Vanille awoke with a start. It was the first day of school for her, and she was starting high school! How exciting!

She rolled out of bed, almost knocking down the small color changing alarm clock on her perfectly arranged nightstand.

Nillie wouldn’t call herself a perfectionist, but she thought she was pretty close to being one.

She threw on a basic outfit, for her at least. People at her middle school had made fun of her for her unique still. She was wearing a white shirt with the words “It’s Always Sunny” printed on the front of it, a yellow sun-colored pastel skirt, and some white sandals, which she knew she would probably have to change out of later.

Her mom fussed over her so much, saying, “Nillie, you can’t wear those sandals to school! It’s not summer anymore, it’s fall!”

Nillie liked to think that there was always hope in the world, a small flame of hope, and that kept her going. She was one of the most happy children in the world when she was younger, her parents used to say.

Now, I’m just as happy, Vanille thought to herself. High school can ruin me any more than middle school already has. Plus, I still get to see my BFF Sadie!

Sadie was a girl that simply was the opposite of Nillie. While Nillie was extroverted and open, Sadie was introverted and secretive. That made them the perfect pair!

Vanille rushed down the stairs, excited to begin the first day. Her mom was waiting for her in the kitchen, holding a small white and yellow lunchbox.

“Good luck on your first day of high school, honey,” Nillie’s mom said to her. “I packed your lunch! It has your favorite snack, Nilla Wafers!”

Nillie snatched the lunchbox from her mom, “Nilla Wafers? Nice!”

Her annoying brother and her dad were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast.

“See ya later sis,” said her brother.

“Bye everyone!” Nillie said, and walked out of the house, headed to school

The high school was not that far away from Nillie’s home, being a 5 minute drive and about 15 minute walk, if the maps app on her phone was accurate.

So not that long, especially not for her. She was a runner on the track and field team in middle school, and attended a 2 week running program during the summer.

Almost 12 minutes later, a bright sign came into view, reading “Woodcreek High School.”

She approached the courtyard. The school was chaotic, kids parking their bikes everywhere, cars honking.

She had read on the schedule that the first period for 9th graders would be to introduce yourself to other students, so she went to try and find Sadie.

“Sadie!” She rushed over to her best friend, but gasped at what she saw.

Her skin was paler than usual, with some black mascara and eyeliner on her face. But her outfit was especially different from what she usually wore. She had on a short blue dress with a cloud pattern on it, some bracelets, and some blue sneakers.

“Hey Vanille,” she said. “Still looking the same as usual I see, this isn’t gonna work.”

“What do you mean?” Nillie hadn’t seen Sadie looking this confident in a long time.

“I mean, you can’t hang out with us,” she says, gesturing to her group of friends.

“Wait, but why not?”

Cause you’re not cool,” Sadie’s words finally seem to hit Vanille. Her best friend didn’t want her.

And that was the moment when everything changed. Sadie walked away, and Nillie flopped down on a nearby bench.

What a bad first day. Vanille signed, and tried to get up. But her legs couldn’t and wouldn’t move.

A girl came up to Vanille, one that looked simpler than Sadie had. She had on a green crop top, with some brownish dots and some brown sweatpants.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Vanille looked up and wiped her eyes. “Oh, it’s nothing, just friend troubles.”

“Well if you need anyone to talk to, you can always hang with me and my friends, ” the girl said. “I’m Minty, but you can call me Mint.”

“Thank you,” Nille sniffed.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

March 4th: 0 words
This wasn’t a written daily, it was with pictures.

March 5th: 0 words
Didn’t do it.

March 6th: 0 words
Didn’t do it.

March 7th: 0 words
Didn’t do it.

March 8th: 0 words
We had to have our characters play a quiz, and I did that one.

March 9th: 0 words
Didn’t do it.

March 10th: 0 words
Didn’t do it.

March 11th: 0 words
Didn’t do it.

March 12th: 0 words
Didn’t do it

March 13th: 0 words
I did do the role play thing

March 14th: 314 words


╭ ꒰ swc march 2022: weeklies ˚˖ ╮

Weekly #1: 1825 words total
Incomplete *screams in pain*

Part One: Poetry - 431 words

Poem 1: Poetry (haiku)

Poetry is good
We will win no matter what
Our cabin is best

Poem 2: Mountain (acrostic)

Morning came, bright as day
On the top of the tall range
Under the range, the lion sleeps
Never coming out to eat
The snow that never melts atop
Although it’s very hot out
Ice staying in its place
Never leaving the top of the range.


Poem 3: Violet (limerick)

There once was a girl that set to scratch
She hoped to become like the griffpatch
Soon she realized what fun was
She loves it, she really does.

Poem 4: Dreams (sestina)

I am dreaming, it’s not real
that’s what I tell myself every single day
dreams could be real, however
skipping around a field of flowers
a field of flowers, a field of dreams
that is not a reality, and I know

something sad happened today
was it a dream or was it real
“dreams come true,” everyone always says
but what if all my dreams are bad
then that cannot be happening
all of the answers aren’t here today

the pain and suffering of the dead
the people screaming in their sleep
the fake realities in the mind
the mind is tricked so easily
the horrors of a dream
messing up the flow of life

but when I look into your eyes
that giant smile on your face
it’s the best thing that ever happened
the warm embrace that follows
my one good dream
but it will never be a reality

dreams are never good for me
always sad, always bad, always mad
I’m left hopeless for the day ahead
not a great way to live life, I’m afraid
happiness is the absence of sadness
but I am never not sad

and yet there is a spark of hope
a small light in the real world
the person of my dreams exists
thousands of miles away
I don’t think it will happen now
but maybe soon I will get to them

the happiness, the sadness,
the anger, the excitement,
in the dream, none of those are real.

Poem 5: the lion (free verse)

in a place, far far away,
the lion sleeps and sleeps away,
soon going to taste its prey,
the peaceful lion sleeps away,

from dawn till dusk, the lion hunts,
the lion hunts and hunts and hunts,
the lion wakes at rising sun,
the lion hunts from dawn till dusk,

the lion wakes within its cave,
roars a warning call to others,
the lion hunts and hunts and hunts,
every day from dawn till dusk.

Part Two: Essays - 509 words

Have you ever been swarmed with so much homework that you weren’t able to finish in time for the school day the next day? Homework is becoming a real problem for students and it isn’t helping with academics all that much. Only around 15% of kids have good internet connection at home, which can be a factor. Over 70% of kids don’t want to do their homework, studies show. In this way, parents can also affect a kid’s grade when they are at home, by doing the work for them or providing too much help to them. This needs to stop, because of the many disadvantages. Homework shouldn’t be given to kids because everyone’s circumstances are different and many kids have things to do that would prevent them from doing their homework.

What does that mean, you ask me? It means that some students might have things going on after school that wouldn’t allow them to do their homework, but some people might have nothing going on, which makes the system unfair. Kids who have plenty of time on their hands may get a better grade, and kids that have less time may be getting worse grades in the class.The point is, it’s different for different people. A ton of students in all grades have some sort of sport (gymnastics,tennis, football) practice or another type of after school activity. In addition, students have chores to do, dinners to cook, or something else preventing them from completing the assignment. Some parents have also taken a stance against homework, believing that when their kids are at home, they should be able to spend time with them. The work outside of school needs to stop, as it is also affecting sleep. Some students go to bed as early as 8:00, and that leaves them with not much time to do homework. If school ends at 2 or 3, then you’ll be home by 2:15 to as late as 4:00. If you add in 1-2 hours of after-school activities, that’s around 3:15-6:00. Including dinner for the latest time, that takes you to about 6:30. There’s not a lot of time to do homework for people that have a lot to do in the afternoons, as you can see here. If you don’t have time to do your homework either, you will see my point

Homework should never be given to kids outside of school, you see. It’s unnecessary and doesn’t benefit the kids that much. It is also hard to do without good internet connection, which only 15% of households have. In addition, many kids have after-school activities to do, so they aren’t able to do their homework. Also, some kids have to go to bed very early due to their parents recommendations, and over 2 hours of work just isn’t gonna work for them. The homework system is not good for families, as it discourages family togetherness. Because of this, homework should never be given to students, all work should be done in class.

Part Three: Script Writing - 745 words

This was originally Divergent fanfiction.

VIOLET awakes and sighs, knowing that today is the day of the Aptitude Test, the most important day of her life and looks terrified

VIOLET rolls out of bed and yawns, stretching her arms out.

VIOLET’S YOUNGER BROTHER

“Hey Vi, what’s up? Excited for your test today?”

VIOLET

“Shut up Chase,” she walks away with her head down and goes to sit at the table for breakfast

VIOLET’S MOM walks over to the stove and picks up a pancake, puts it on a small plate, puts some syrup on it, and puts it in front of VIOLET

VIOLET’S MOM

“Eat up, today is Aptitude testing day, and you better get a good score!” she says, enthusiastic

VIOLET

“Whatever, I’ll eat whatever I want mom,” she takes a few bites out of the pancake and jogs to the door, opens it, and closes it

VIOLET’S MOM

“Mind your manners, young lady!” she says, and glances longingly at the door as if she wants her child be be closer to her

VIOLET’S DAD

“What’s going on?” he yawns and finished VIOLET’s pancake, gulping down a tall glass of milk with it

VIOLET’S MOM

“Do you think she will stay in Erudite?”

VIOLET’S DAD shifts nervously in his chair, looking uncomfortable

VIOLET’S BROTHER

“I doubt it. With that soul of hers, she can choose any faction except amity.”

VIOLET’S DAD

“Stop worrying your mother!” He puts his dishes in the sink.

VIOLET runs past the big house, and looks at it, knowing that she might not live there for much longer

VIOLET’S MOM continues with the dishes and sighs, looking down the street at VIOLET.

VIOLET jogs back to the house and drives to the train station in the car.

VIOLET rides the train with the rest of the Erudite kids up to the test building.

VIOLET gets off of the train in her usual blue shirt, blue pants, and blue jacket.

ROSÈ, VIOLET’s best friend, gets out and squeezes VIOLET’s hand.

DAUNTLESS WOMAN

“Come into the building now. Single file, no exceptions.” She assures us in.

ROSÈ

“Bye Violet, good luck on the test!”

VIOLET

“Thank you.”

DAUNTLESS WOMAN

“No talking!”

Two Dauntless stand guard by the testing room when VIOLET gets called in.

The DAUNTLESS WOMAN stands behind a chair holding a needle.

DAUNTLESS WOMAN

“I hope you aren’t afraid of needles, hon.”

VIOLET

“No, I’m not, thank you for asking! I know all about the simulations.”

DAUNTLESS WOMAN

“Ugh, all Erudite are the same. Smart and talkative.”

VIOLET

“Well, are we doing the test or not?”

The DAUNTLESS WOMAN ejects VIOLET with a small needle, about the size of a paperclip. VIOLET doesn’t scream in pain like the Amity would.

A figure appears.

FIGURE

“CHOOSE!”

VIOLET looks at two small tables, one with a knife, one with some cheese. She hears a dog barking in the distance and looks around frantically, grabbing both the knife and the cheese.

VIOLET turns back to the direction of the dog, unsure of what to do. The dog’s barks grow louder.

VIOLET holds back the small amount of fear in her, and drops the cheese at the dog’s feet.

When the dog eats it, VIOLET stabs him with the knife.

And suddenly VIOLET hears a girl yelling, “Puppy,” and running over to the dog.

VIOLET shoves the girl out of the way, picks up the knife from the dog’s fur, and stabs the dog again.

The dog collapses to the ground, and suddenly VIOLET is on a old-looking bus with a strange man.

MAN

“Do you know this man?” The MAN points to a guy in the newspaper who looks oddly familiar to VIOLET.

VIOLET

“No, I don’t.” VIOLET senses something fishy.

MAN

“You’re lying. If you know him, you could save my life.”

VIOLET

“I don’t know him.” VIOLET doesn’t understand why she can’t tell the truth.

And the scene dissolves.

DAUNTLESS WOMAN

“…”

VIOLET

“So what are my results? What faction should I choose?”

DAUNTLESS WOMAN

“Your results were… complicated.”

DAUNTLESS WOMAN

“You were acting oddly, and we think you may be Divergent. We were only able to rule out Amity and Candor. You didn’t show particular kindness when stabbing the dog, and you weren’t truthful at all. However, shoving the girl out of the way suggests Abnegation, but stabbing the dog seems like a Dauntless thing to do. However, your smart thinking makes you good for Erudite.”

VIOLET almost screams, “Huh?”


Part Four: Non-Fiction - 140 words

SWC, otherwise known as Scratch Writing Camp, is an online writing camp run by amazing scratchers. It’s triannual, meaning that it runs three times a year, and in this case, March, July, and November.

Scratch Writing Camp is the most amazing writing camp of Scratch, and I will tell you why! First of all, SWC is so complex in design, and yet it still runs smoothly every time. Even if there are challenges, the hosts and co-hosts always find a way to pass them, and that’s what makes SWC so great!

One challenge that SWC faced during the July 2021 session was the new studio update. This meant that managers were no longer able to edit studio descriptions and thumbnails. This posed a big problem for the camp, because managers usually edit the word counts

NO I WAS ALMOST FINISHEDDDDDDD

╭ ꒰ swc march 2022: word wars ˚˖ ╮

a is for apple, the reddest fruit
b is for bat, the darkest animal
c is for cat, the cutest furry
d is for dupe, the duplicate topic
e is for early, what you want to be
f is for freedom, what we all want
g is for goodness and being good
h is for helping, lending a hand
i is for i, me and myself
j is for jog, a slow run
k is for kick, kicking the ball
l is for lol, the most common word
m is for me, amazing and cool
n is for nice, what most people are
o is for over, what SWC will be soon
p is for practice, what I should be doing
q is for queen, the ruler of the land
r is for runner, running away
s is for scratch, one of the best websites
t is for two, too, and to, don’t mix them up
u is for useful, make yourself useful
v is for vine, an old platform that is now toxic
w is for window, the cat sits by it
x is for x-rays, seeing your bones
y is for you, the best thing ever
z is for zigzag, a type of line

LEARN THE ALPHABET KIDS

╭ ꒰ swc march 2022: other ˚˖ ╮

Hello!
I'll be using this to share my SWC writing!

1st daily -

I slept at my comfy place in the pencil bag , happily dreaming about soft pillows and cosy comforters . My dream was rudely interrupted , as I was pulled out of my bed , and my lid was twisted open . My tip touched soft paper. I jumped with joy! My owner got another good quality notebook instead of the trash her school makes. She peacefully wrote with me , and I felt calm and happy..Until …My owner had a brain blast! Her handwriting came out messed up , she wrote so fast! I had a headache and by the time she was done , I was so sleepy I closed my ink flow. She seemed to understand , and Securely placed me back into my comfy spot . I felt my older brother ( He has a thicker tip ) and began scribbling like crazy. I peacefully went to sleep. Soft paper , beautiful notebooks , and lovely mild-liners. Beautiful mild-liners . Waking up , I saw my owner ordering mild-liners! I was so happy! My happiness was converted into depression when I saw the delivery address . And here I was thinking I wouldn’t be single anymore . Oh well , I thought to myself . I should go back to sleep. And so I snuggled into the cosy interior of the pencil pouch , peacefully dreaming beautiful dreams. The next day , I was picked for a writing session . She made notes , wrote question answers , and occasionally opened discord to talk to her friends . In the middle of her studying , she suddenly began typing rapidly (Me from yesterday) It seemed she had got a new idea . She sent it to a couple people , who had a positive reaction . I rolled my eyes. I was a way better critic .

set [Fairy tales] to [Winner]

2nd daily
She flipped her colourful hair over her shoulder . “Rose!” A friend of hers called. “Rose! It’s me , Roar.” Roar had white , creamy , and yellow hair that had been beautifully braided . At the end of it , a small section of brown hair blew in the wind .
“Roar! It’s so good to see you again! I didn’t know you’d come back already!”
“Me neither.” Another friend of theirs , Cocoa came over . She had creamy , white hair that was short and fluffy . Commonly known as the animals , Roar , Rose , and Cocoa were good friends . Their favourite pastime was combing each other’s hair . Each loved the texture and colour of their friends . They fell into step together , and Cocoa asked “Where are you going , rose?” Rose rolled her eyes “The hair salon!” The white haired girl gave a little squeal. “Can I pleaseeee tag along - ” Rose gave a little nod and Cocoa happily jumped up and down. “Calm down , will ya? People are staring.” Roar drawled , and Cocoa rolled her eyes . “We know its not the people you care about - It’s your parents. Where are they?” Roar’s family disapproved of her friends. Roar’s eyes filled with concern and worry. “We’re just going to the hair salon , they won’t mind . My mother did say she was going shopping though..” She shook her head “Let’s just hope we don’t run into her. I don’t want another lecture.” Rose suggested, “We’ll have to take the bus. Um..Roar , when did your mother leave the house?” Roar glared at her. “ Nothing is going to happen. My mother caught the bus early , besides , I don't care about her.” Cocoa put a hand on her friends shoulder . “ She's right . Nothing will happen. ”
As they clambered onto the bus , Cocoa noticed the only seats empty were ones next to a young , pretty , black haired woman . “C'mon . ” She dragged her friends to the seat next to her . They sat down , unaware about the dangers that lied ahead . The woman smiled at them. She fingered her violet purse , and procured a small powder from it. Neither of them noticed , they were too busy talking . She carefully posed her fingers straight above them , and sprinkled the powder all over their body.

5th daily
“Goodnight , Mom .” I say , and get into bed . I think about my day , thinking , I drifted off to sleep. I dream about a strange place . It’s like my hometown , but different. The people are the same, but they dress wildly, in colourful gowns and suits. The town itself is the same, but the buildings are different; the library is a castle, and the local supermarket is built into a large tree in the center of town. I notice that no one pays attention to me , it’s like I’m a ghost or something . I explore around the city for a while , and then eventually am shaken awake by my mother. “Wake up , It’s time to go to school!” She scolds me , and I clamber upright , startled. I feel quite different , and I quickly get dressed and ready . I hoped I would see that place again tonight . I was feeling quite sleepy during a free period , so I fell asleep on my desk. My heart jumped with joy! I’m back to the place again ! I call it Ara , after my hometown , but I changed the name . I bumped into a man , and to my shock , he just kept walking! I stared at him in confusion. How did he not notice me? I kept bumping into people , and then I accidently bump into a boy my age . He stares at me , startled. “W-Who are you?” He replied with , “ Who are you?” I answer , “I'm Liana , and you?”
“James.”
“You're different.”
“So are you. What is this place?”
“It's a small land , Liana. It's called Sospian. This place is a prison.”
“Really? It doesn't seem like one.”
“I've arrived here a couple weeks ago, and now I'm trapped. There's still a small chance for me to get out. All these people…they're prisoners. They stayed here for too long , and fell into an infinite slumber , thus getting stuck here. They'll never come out.”
“Oh. But …It looks so much like my hometown!”
“Yes. It changes into a place you hold dear to your heart , but with all the changes you've ever wanted. I knew there was someone new here , or else the place wouldn't have changed.”
“How do we get out though?”
“They say the answer's in the castle. But it's huge. I doubt that we'll ever be able to find it.”
I look around with wide eyes. This place suddenly seemed more darker.
“I think we should go look.” I walked in the direction of the castle , but thanks to my clumsiness I stumbled down. I stared down at the ground , and noticed a piece of wood . I cleaned the dirt off it , and James stopped to look at me. I removed the last bit of dirt of it , and unveiled a small sign written in an official handwriting. It read :
Silence is what I seek,
The power of flame is not weak,
When I die ,
The world is dark ,
And it only is bright,
When I am reborn.

I re-read it. This might be our chance of escape!

I partnered with @TWILIGHT_A , link to her story will be added soon


I didn't want to share a daily so…..

Yh DAILY FOR 8th march k?

“Goodnight , Mom .” I say , and get into bed . I think about my day , thinking , I drifted off to sleep. I dream about a strange place . It’s like my hometown , but different. The people are the same, but they dress wildly, in colourful gowns and suits. The town itself is the same, but the buildings are different; the library is a castle, and the local supermarket is built into a large tree in the center of town. I notice that no one pays attention to me , it’s like I’m a ghost or something . I explore around the city for a while , and then eventually am shaken awake by my mother. “Wake up , It’s time to go to school!” She scolds me , and I clamber upright , startled. I feel quite different , and I quickly get dressed and ready . I hoped I would see that place again tonight . I was feeling quite sleepy during a free period , so I fell asleep on my desk. My heart jumped with joy! I’m back to the place again ! I call it Ara , after my hometown , but I changed the name . I bumped into a man , and to my shock , he just kept walking! I stared at him in confusion. How did he not notice me? I kept bumping into people , and then I accidently bump into a boy my age . He stares at me , startled. “W-Who are you?” He replied with , “ Who are you?” I answer , “I'm Liana , and you?”
“James.”
“You're different.”
“So are you. What is this place?”
“It's a small land , Liana. It's called Sospian. This place is a prison.”
“Really? It doesn't seem like one.”
“I've arrived here a couple weeks ago, and now I'm trapped. There's still a small chance for me to get out. All these people…they're prisoners. They stayed here for too long , and fell into an infinite slumber , thus getting stuck here. They'll never come out.”
“Oh. But …It looks so much like my hometown!”
“Yes. It changes into a place you hold dear to your heart , but with all the changes you've ever wanted. I knew there was someone new here , or else the place wouldn't have changed.”
“How do we get out though?”
“They say the answer's in the castle. But it's huge. I doubt that we'll ever be able to find it.”
I look around with wide eyes. This place suddenly seemed more darker.
“I think we should go look.” I walked in the direction of the castle , but thanks to my clumsiness I stumbled down. I stared down at the ground , and noticed a piece of wood . I cleaned the dirt off it , and James stopped to look at me. I removed the last bit of dirt of it , and unveiled a small sign written in an official handwriting. It read :
Silence is what I seek,
The power of flame is not weak,
When I die ,
The world is dark ,
And it only is bright,
When I am reborn.

I re-read it. This might be our chance of escape!
James had stopped to see why I had paused and was sitting beside me.

“That might mean the library,” I began, “The library is the most quiet place I know.”
“You're right,” James remarked . “The castle has a huge library. And the thing mentioned might be the great candle that illuminates the library.”
“C'mon , We need to get to library as soon as possible.” James and I ran through long , winding staircases , long pathways , and we finally reached the library. I didn't even give him time to breathe. I ran straight underneath the candle , and a piece of wax fell delicately on my face. I removed it , and I noticed a slip of parchment buried inside the wax. I carefully unearthed the piece of paper , and showed it to James. He stared at it.
In the darkness ,
I'm the only source of light ,
To find me ,
You must extinguish the light.

I read it with a confused expression on my face. “I think they mean extinguish that candle there,” I pointed upwards to the huge candle. “And find another light source.”

James was quiet for a while , then replied ,“You're right. Now we need to try get up to that candle and extinguish it. The librarian's storage cupboard has some long foldable stairs, we can use them!” He pointed to a huge cupboard in the corner.

I pushed it open and looked through the dusty contents . I found some foldable stairs , and tried to extend them.
“They're enchanted,” James explained. “They're better than normal stairs , really.”
I unfolded the stairs in front of the candle and I quickly climbed up . James followed me .
“How exactly are we supposed to extinguish it?”
“Blow , I guess?” James suggested.
“Let's try blowing with all our might!”
We blew and blew. In a few seconds , the candle's flame burned no more.
Somehow , we clambered down the stairs to look for a source of light. It was completely dark. I fumbled around in the darkness , and easily found a source of light. It was a small lamp. A few words were engraved on it . I read the words carefully.
James had found me and was reading alongside me .

Sources of knowledge ,
are we,
come here ,
to meet our queen ,
she will help you ,
and you must find,

“What?” I blurted out . Nothing else was written on the lamp.
“I think the queen of books will be able to tell us that .” James replied , with a grin.


1st weekly -
Poems


Favourable ( Acrostic )

For each person that lives everyday ,
Apples are there , tree branches sway
Varying opinions , so different ,
Our new home , So beautiful ,
Umbrellas bright , Low price ,
Rainy days are quite a hitch ,
Am beautiful , always will be ,
Berries bright , incredibly sweet,
Lovebirds chirp , so nicely
Everyday , something happens .


She ( Elegy )

Gravestone wet with tears , he mourned she ,
So quietly , nobody heard ,
For he mourned so quietly.
Roses lay down, damp with dew ,
As rain softly lulls him to sleep .
Head on the gravestone ,
Like old times ,
He fell asleep.

Boredom ( Free Verse )

The feeling when you have nothing to do ,
Paper scattered on your desk ,
Don’t wanna Clean ,
Don’t wanna work ,
Boredom takes over ,
Scatters papers ,
Opens Minecraft ,
You spend hours doing nothing ,
Nothing ,
Boredom is evil ,
You jump up ,
Clean up ,
Throw your clothes in the cupboard ,
But it isn’t long when boredom comes again,
You lie on your bed , thinking
Is there anything to cure this dreadful boredom?
Then you stand up ,
Open your computer,
And sit down , tapping your chin
What should I do now?
Pending homework is too tiring ,
Procrastination is not good ,
What can I do?



Writing ( Monorhyme)

I tap the paper with my pen ,
I write about a hen ,
That I crumple and throw ,
Then write about how plants grow.
Too boring ,
Then about couches snoring ,
Perfect! I exclaim
Then write about possible nicknames,
I write about houses playing a game ,
Give each of them a unique name ,
At last , I pen down my thoughts,
Write about a fish poorly caught .



Epitaph

There is always life beyond death


Essay

Imagine this : You sit at your desk , and stare down at your chemistry homework. Your phone dings , and you see your best friend has texted you to come and play basketball. Which is the best decision? You have an important chemistry test in two days , and your teachers are coming up with a lot of pop quizzes . You’re under some serious academical pressure if you don’t study. On the other hand , You can’t remember when you last played a fun sport , and you’re living a sedentary lifestyle . Society has planted firmly in our heads that studying at home is the better decision , but is it?



The answer is No. My arguments for this are that your health is more important than studies. Playing basketball seems like a friendly activity where you’ll get to stretch your body. Also , when you finally get a job, you’ll spend most of your time working and that will leave very little time for physical exercise .
My first argument to support my thesis is that exercise is important . It promotes better sleep , it improves your mood , and more importantly , it battles health conditions and diseases.
Let’s take the example of my mother’s grandmother. She had a disease , yet survived on a measly pill for a long while. She died at the old age of ninety, despite her disease . She exercised each day. She woke up early in the morning , then did a series of basic exercises , like the ones your P.E teacher might be teaching you. She then walked a lot , and that was about it. Yeah , she survived till the old age of ninety.
My second argument is that when you get a job , it will leave little time for physical activity. Most people who even love exercise will find themselves leading a sedentary lifestyle by the time they're employed.
I'm not saying that school isn't important , but physical activity also is important.
Also , most sport competitions , like the prestigious olympic games , are not only for entertainment - they also try to convey the important message that sports are important.
It is also a common opinion that exercise is boring. Thing is , exercising doesn't need to necessarily mean to jog and jump. Sports like basketball , football , cricket , soccer , badminton , etc are really fun! Plus , they also provide you with tons of exercise.
Exercise also helps with weight management. I've met a lot of people who want to loose a few kilograms , and exercise is a great method! Also , if you think that running is too tiring , try cycling! It's fun and easy to learn.

To summarise my points , Exercise is better , because it is good for your health , also gives you more energy , enabling you to study better with more energy! I understand that several people may have disorders that prevent them from exercising much , this is mainly about my viewpoint . Thank you for reading my essay , I hope it gives you something to ponder about .



References -
https://www.mayoclinic.org/healthy-lifestyle/fitness/in-depth/exercise/art-20048389#:~:text=Regular%20physical%20activity%20can%20improve,energy%20to%20tackle%20daily%20chores.

Script writing

MISS MILM hands out papers.


MISS MILM : Today , I’ve prepared a a quiz for you! This consists of ten pages , each of them having individual questions asking you about spells! I hope each of you are going to be able to complete this paper , it’s something quite similar to what will be coming in your midterms!


IANIRA (Whispering ) : Our midterms are months away! It’s barely been a month since the new term’s started!

ANALISE (Whispering) : That’s true , but this is more of a test to analyse whether we learnt anything in the past month or not.

IANIRA (Whispering) : I guess you’re right.

IANIRA stares down at her paper.

IANIRA (To herself) : This is quite easy!

IANIRA raises her hand.


MISS MILM stares at her.


MISS MILM : Yes?

IANIRA : I’m done.

MISS MILM raises an eyebrow.

MISS MILM : You may submit your paper now , you are dismissed.


IANIRA skips out of the classroom.


IANIRA sits on a bench.

IANIRA (quietly) : I should read that book on time-travel.

IANIRA opens a book and quietly reads.

ANALISE comes and sits next to IANIRA .

ANALISE : What's that you're reading?

IANIRA : A book about time travel.

ANALISE : So you weren't joking , then?

IANIRA : Yeah , I do plan on travelling back in time to uncover my past.

ANALISE : As dangerous as it sounds , you should probably study about it as much as possible . I'll try to help.

IANIRA : Thanks , Analise. I don't know what I'd do without you.

ANALISE : C'mon , It's time for zoology right now!

IANIRA and ANALISE run off the stage .

The scene changes.

IANIRA and ANALISE are with a few other students , crowded around small creatures.
MISS CORAL : Can anyone tell me about this bug?

Several STUDENTS raise their hands.

MISS CORAL : Hmm…. Retina , I'd like you to answer.

IANIRA rolls her eyes

ANALISE : Your sister can be so obnoxious at times.

RETINA : These are fairy bugs. They're called fairy bugs , because they're commonly eaten by fairies , but also because their favourite drink is fairy tree sap. Fairy trees have a special sap , and that sap is a very popular drink for fairies. They also use sap to ward off other insects , that eat fairy eggs. Fairy bugs spend most of their life trying to get sap.

MISS CORAL : Correct!

MISS CORAL gives each of the class a fairy bug.

MISS CORAL : Your task for today is to evolve your fairy bugs. Fairy bugs aren't like normal creatures , they grow if taken care of properly . If you have a fully grown fairy bug by the end of this lesson , you are likely to get good grades. If not , I'm afraid you'll have to work harder. Then , these fairy bugs will be gifted to our nearest fairies!

IANIRA walks to her station and opens a drawer filled with food.

ANALISE does the same thing.

IANIRA : Now we'll see what you like .

FAIRY BUG munches on some bread and grows a bit.

IANIRA (with a confident grin) : This should be easy.

The bell rings .

EVERYONE GOES OFF STAGE .

The scene changes.

IANIRA looks through bookshelves

IANIRA: A guide to mind reading , how to enchant weapons , aha!

IANIRA carefully removes a book

ANALISE (loudly ) : Found it?

IANIRA (Loudly) : Yeah!

ANALISE walks to IANIRA .

IANIRA flicks through the book.

ANALISE : Anything useful in there?

IANIRA : Yes! This thing's got everything you could know about mind reading!

ANALISE : Well , that's useful .And remember, I'm coming with you.

IANIRA : Is there no way I can talk you out of this?

ANALISE (firmly) : No.

IANIRA (sighs) : Thanks.

ANALISE : That's what best friends are for.

IANIRA and ANALISE laugh .

ANALISE : Though , we've got a ton of homework. Miss Milm wasn't kidding when she said we'd have to study hard here.

IANIRA : Yeah , but homework's easy. The only thing we have to worry about is time travel.

Non Fiction pieces

I woke up two minutes before my class began . As I scrambled up from my bed , I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. I looked through the kitchen and found some soaked almonds and chocolate chip cookies , which I gladly ate . Then , I pushed up my desk and opened my laptop. Clicking the link to join my English class , I got out my notebook and began writing some questions about modals . It was pretty easy , except one which I didn’t quite get. I understood it when my teacher shared the answers , though . I was pretty excited , considering SWC was about to begin . During a small 5 minute break between classes , I opened Scratch so I could check on things . Today was a Friday , and I hoped I could go cycling tomorrow . School passed by quickly , and soon I was free from studies . I had some time to kill , so I spent my time scrolling through scratch and discord , and soon enough , I had to close my laptop . I watched a bit of a movie , and then I opened my notebook and doodled a bit . I drew a panda , some bamboo , and clouds. I had so much fun! Time flies though, and soon I had to open my books to study. I did a bit of my homework , and revised a bit . Finals were coming in a month , and since I was going on a two day trip on 17th , That left a little bit of time for me to study till my exams . (They start on 22nd) I thought about my new school . So apparently , I will be getting my school leaving certificate after my exams , and in April I would be joining my new school . I would study there till 21st of april ( This year ) and then the summer vacations would begin. I'm also happy because my birthday was coming up (20th of april) . I had a ton of exciting events coming up , and my musings were cut short by my mother telling me to study . I procrastinated a bit , then I went down with my cycle. I managed to snag the swing after a bit , I had a good day .

India (Travel guide. )
India is a fascinating country with a lot of culture. There’s lots to explore , from varying types of food , to huge social gatherings and festivals. India is widely known for it’s prestigious Taj Mahal , in Agra. Built entirely out of marble , the Taj Mahal was built by Shah Jahan , in the memory of his wife , Mumtaz Mahal. It took 22 years to build. Another huge structure you just have to visit is the Hawa Mahal.  953 windows or jharokhas are beautifully incorporated in the honeycomb design of this palace. It was built from red and pink sandstone. It sits on the edge of the City Palace, Jaipur.
Another famous landmark is Jantar Mantar. It is a huge observatory built  Maharaja Jai Singh II of Jaipur . Maharaja designed four similar observatories in Jaipur, Ujjain, Mathura and Varanasi to help and improve upon the studies of space and time.
A very captivating monument in India is the Char Minar. Located in Hyderabad , Telangana , Charminar is famous for its intricate architecture, which makes it one of the most recognised structures of India. It is 431 years old , and it took two years to build .
A beautiful memorial in India is the Raj Ghat. Dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi Indian lawyer, politician, social activist, and writer who became the leader of the nationalist movement. He is honored by the title - . It is located in the Capital city , Delhi. A beautiful monument located in aurangabad , Bibi Ka Makbara. It is a copy of Delhi's Taj Mahal , built by Aurangzeb in the memory of his wife Dilras Banu Begum. If you are looking for more older monuments , try paying a visit to Sanchi Stupa . Originally built in 3rd century BCE , the ashes of buddha are believed to be buried here. It is located in the state of madhya pradesh , India. If you're wishing to visit a temple , the golden temple is what you're looking for. It is spiritually the most significant shrine in Sikhism. Surrounded by a vast body of water , it has a bridge connecting it to the mainland. Situated in Amritsar , Punjab, it's made out of 24 karat gold. If you're looking for a more natural destination , India has several national parks. On of the most popular ones is the Kaziranga national park. Kaziranga is famous for it's great indian one horned rhinoceros (quite a mouthful) You can also find Large breeding populations of elephants, wild water buffalo, and swamp deer. That was a few popular tourist destinations in India. There are a lot more , and I hoped this helped you plan your holiday!.



Weekly 2 YASS
Warmup -

https://scratch.mit.edu/users/kittykat724/ I did it with her!

Create an MC -

Name : Clover
Age : 12
Species : Human.

Personality traits :Clover has a bubbly personality . She seems soft , and easy to injure at times , but she’s really hard and won’t hesitate to fight you if you provoke her. A typical ambivert , she likes socialising but won’t say no a little alone time reading. She’s good at things she practices , and tries her best to keep cool, but at times her chill slips away and she gets raging mad - Let’s just say somebody ends up in the hospital. Self conscious , she’s sensitive even though she doesn’t show it. Half baked ideas are her speciality - she often begins things she never finishes. At times , though , she becomes efficient and finishes something! She’s a creative person who likes to keep her ideas to herself. She has a well known friend circle , and isn't open to new friends. Her personality is ever changing , she lets her true colours shine only when she feels safe. She finds it difficult to trust others , and would rather do something herself than take someone's help. She tries hard , and is often disappointed with results. She doesn't give up , though. She'll keep trying till it comes out perfect.

Wants , Hopes , and strengths. She wants to be accepted . She doesn't like shaping her personality for others , she despises it. She wants to be loved for her true self. She hopes to find someone who understands her , who loves her for who she is. She desperately wants to be better at things , she wants something to come naturally to her. Something she does the best , something that always comes out perfect. Something that's good. Something that's useful. She wants justice and peace in the world. Calmness and Serenity are two things she can't seem to get enough of. She has long to-do lists that motivate her to complete them , and she's probably checking off a hundred tasks she did by the end of the day! She's good at writing proses , and has a huge imagination. Clover's good at listening , understanding people is something she's known for. She wants to be a helpful person , be of some use , have some purpose in life. She hopes for an understanding family , a good friend , and a peaceful life. That's all she needs to be happy. She's good at figuring out things , like puzzles , mysteries , algorithms , patterns , anything that requires solving. She hopes to become a detective one day.

Dislikes and Fears : She dislikes weak people , ones who hesitate to do the right thing . She fears Failure , loosing someone important to her , and not living up to expectations. She doesn't like her english teacher , either. She despises people that are negative , spread bad feeling , and are toxic. She also doesn't enjoy the company of opinion judgers , because they make her life difficult. She's also fearful of never being accepted , never being understood , and never becoming good at anything. She also fears that she'll loose her friends , they forget her , and never ever come back. She's afraid of isolation , being alone , having no one who understands her.


Setting -

The story will happen in a huge room . It has plushies and squishes everywhere , messy sketches , ribbon , pencils , notebooks , comics , socks , chargers , sweaters , hoodies , pop sockets , phone cases , etc. The walls of the room have abstract art hung up on them , and the walls are light blue. Custom made bags , magnets , wooden things to paint on , are hung all across the room. In one corner , there's a comfy blue couch with a blanket on it , and an i-pad. There are bare little wall hangers , with drawings , magnets , dolls , bags , and more hanging on them. The desk is messier than the room in general . It has notebooks all over it , each littered with sketches and short pieces of writing. Among all the chaos , a prim looking macbook-pro is kept cleanly in one shelf. It's charging cord and an external speaker also occupy the shelf , offering them company. A neat book with the words Diary scratched on it sits unnoticed in the midst of bright objects. There are stray pages of ideas everywhere. A huge calendar is hung near the balcony , where a potted plant and a pair of headphones are lying. There's also a huge book of fairy tales. Beautiful candles are stored in a drawer , with a box of matches (just in case). There's a bed with blankets scattered all over it , pillows randomly thrown around. A violin is very neatly stored in a corner. There are spare colour pencils lying around (Come in handy for taking notes) An apple pencil lies next to a pencil . The floor is carpeted with a huge snowflake rug and there's a small fridge for ice-cream. A box of doughnuts was carefully placed on a shelf. A bag decorated with several keychains, sits on the desk. Its light pink and blue. There are beautiful coloured seashells in a box , the other has its uncoloured variants. A pair of earplugs are stored high up , and the cupboard is , surprisingly , neat. It's mostly filled with drawings and plushies , though a few shelves have clothes neatly stacked in them. On a table , there's a sewing machine and some cotton (To clean blood , just in case.) A pack of wool and thread is set next to it. There are drawers , littered with paint , stickers , thread , wool , glue , beads , paper , popsicle sticks , and googly eyes. There are some strange clips and hairbands that look odd , but they're inconspicuous anyway.



Premise :
When your main character comes back to her room , she pulls out a pencil to write a diary entry. She starts toward her diary , but it's missing! Loosing things is a common occurence for her , but something as important as her diary has her absolutely shocked. She combs the entire room , finding an object of sentimental value to her ancestors that's more magical than anything else on earth. She explores the object and tries to understand it , forgetting about her missing diary. She opens her laptop to learn more about it , and finds out some shocking secrets. She tries to make use of the object , but her efforts were in vain as the exact method on how to use it isn't mentioned. She looks around the rooms , hoping to find a guide , and finds a scrap of paper explaining how to use it. She uses the object but something goes wrong….

Part 5:
Aspen Copperglow arose. She rubbed her eyes , assessing her surroundings. She had been sleeping on some soft , blue rock. She rose up , panicking. “This place is nothing like my room!” She exclaimed, looking for something , a portal , a passage , something to get her back home. Calm down. She told herself , Be logical. Stay calm , Stay cool. The most logical thing to do was a explore , and since she saw something that looked like a road. It was purple , and she walked through it. She kept her calmness, and thought of the bright side. Atleast I'm not stuck in a cave, that would trigger my claustrophobia. She examines the plane. It has small craters filled with blue water , which she longed to drink since her throat was parched. “One sip won't hurt.” She murmured to herself , and started toward the crater. She sipped some of the water , relishing it as it spread joy to her throat. She ended up drinking a lot more water , and after that she noticed her hands turning blue. “What the-” Aspen thought she was turning into a blueberry , like violet beauregarde , but noticed after a while that her hands were the only thing blue. “Still , drinking water from a crater on an unknown planet wasn't the most logical thing to do.” She said to herself , and continued her walk. She stumbled lightly on a blue rock , dusting her shoes with blue dust. “You should get your shoes fixed.” A soft voice came from behind her. Aspen whirled around , looking behind her warily. “Who are you?” Her brown eyes narrowed with suspicion. A girl with light blue hair and matching eyes looked back innocently at her. She held a blue glowing flower , and several butterflies swirled it. A small blue mouse-like creature sat on her shoulder.
“I'm Lily. Who are you?”
“Aspen.”
“Well , Aspen, You do not seem like you belong here.”
“That's because I don't.”
“Then why are you here?”
“I have no idea.”
“Hm…” She mused,“You must've committed treason against the autocratic and all powerful King Bluemoon.”
Aspen had the most confused expression on her face.“Who's King Bluemoon?”
Lily's eyes widened.“You don't know King- Oh yeah , you aren't from here. King Bluemoon is the ruler of the Blue moon , he's mostly a hypocrite. Everyone dislikes him , but they fear his power and are afraid of him so nobody goes against him.”
Aspen stared at her.“I'll challenge him.”
Lily looked at her as if she'd spouted eight heads and four noses.“You can't do that! He'll - He'll -”
Aspen replied boldly , smoothly cutting right through her.“He'll do what? Besides , I don't even belong here. Killing me or banishing me won't do anything. Hear me? Anything. Besides , challenging him seems like the only way out. I'll have to prepare an army though.”
Lily looked at her boldness and answered,“You don't know him . He can do anything to you!”
Aspen stared at her,“So what if he can do anything? I don't care.”
Lily said,“Nobody will want to help you! Everyone's too afraid of being banished , y'know. And he's tyrant , so please don't do anything.”
Aspen firmly walked,“I'm going to do it. Which way to his palace?”
Lily looked at her , fearful and exparated .“You're going to get yourself killed. Besides , I'm coming with you.”
Aspen looked shocked.“Whoa there. What happened to ‘He’s an evil hypocrite and I'm scared of him?”
“So what? You're new here , it's my duty as a friend to protect you.”
Aspen grinned at her. “So we're getting to this palace or what?”
Lily looked worried.“Just keep going toward north.”
Aspen and Lily kept toward the road. As they walked , Lily relaxed a bit , but still seemed very afraid. Small houses were beginning to appear , and people were drinking crater water , plucking flowers , shooing away blue mouse-like creatures , similar to the one Lily had. Lily talked about the village , the king , the people , and Aspen soon figured out she was a chatty person. She paused , and pointed upward , her bright blue eyes fearful. “The palace.”
Aspen examined it. “I think we should prepare first. Collect some weapons by the village , gather maps , and stuff like that.”
“Yeah , That's what we should do.” Lily agreed , and they made their way back to the village. After a while , Aspen had got a neat sword , a shield , and a few maps. She drank some water with Lily at a crater and ate some blue cake. Turns out even the cows were blue!
They talked about the palace , and the king. Then Aspen went toward the library.“Why are you going there?” Lily asked.
“To find out a bit about your king.” Aspen grinned. She looked through thousands of books , and found a promising one. Settling down to quickly read it , she skimmed through the contents grimly. “Nothing much.” She answered , when Lily asked her about it. “Let's go challenge him.” Aspen walked boldly through the streets and pushed open the gate. She pulled and pushed each door open , till she was facing a huge man with a huge beard , a huge sword , and a massive dog. There were no guards near him. “King Bluemoon.” Lily bowed , Pulling Aspen down with her. “Really?” Aspen muttered to her. “Show some respect.” Lily muttered back. The man looked interestedly at them. “I come with a challenge. I want to challenge you. A swordfight. The loser dies at the hands of the winner.” His face changed. “I accept.” Lily looked like she was about to faint. Well , It was too late. Nothing could stop Aspen now. She glared back. King Bluemoon clapped his hands a servant appeared. “Lead them to the arena.” He ordered , and Aspen looked through a huge sack with her weapons and armor. Her brown eyes were fierce , determined. She put on her armor , , grabbed her sword and shield , and barged into the arena , where he was already waiting for her. She had a height advantage– She was shorter than him. The fight itself was muddled. She attacked first at his eyes , which were left bare. She stabbed at them and Bluemoon shouted. He lashed his sword everywhere , effectively missing her. She lashed out instinctively , and he roared with anger. She attacked the rest of his face , neatly weaving in cuts and scars. He kept screaming and lashing out at her. Eventually , with a final roar , he fell to the ground , and Aspen's face glowed , victorious.

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Hi! I’m Bee I’ll claim this as my writing thread. I’m in Thriller (who will obviously win! Although good luck to other cabins!!)

Dailies:

Weeklies:

Word Wars:

Writing Competitions:

Random writing stuff I want to add:

I’ve never used the forums before so i’m a bit nervous :0 but i’m also excited..excited for when fantasy wins/hj
(feel free to critique my work)

dailies
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march 1st, 2022;1,362 words,8:23 a.m CST.
(Be warned,not my best work)
Hello,my username is featheredge,but alas that is not what to call me.I would much rather it people refer to me as feather,or *inhale* (yes the following are all of my names* raiin,hecate,kero,nash,wait i forgot them all.How did i forget my names.anyways, lets ignore that.
I like things such as dream smp,origins smp,and no,my favorite character is not character!ranboo.
It’s character!niki,and if you’re confused as to what Dream Smp or Origins Smp is.it’s a minecraft server.
you’ve probably stopped looking at this by now.
I also like Wings of Fire,Warrior cats (Moth Flight’s vision will always be my favorite).If you haven’t notice,I’m trying to make this 1k words long,and so I am stalling.Also,I enjoy kotlc,and my favorite book is neverseen because,,,idk i like the song twins (and biana.there were good biana moments).
I tend to ramble when I’m nervous,but sadly I am not nervous at this moment
.I like books by Lemony snicket.I tend to use emojis so people don’t notice my lack of personality when i talk.
My cabin this session is Fantasy,which will prevail at the end/half joking.I have reached my goal now,so I’m done now.I feel very awkward right now.I just realized I didn’t include my pronouns.uh.You can use any pronouns for me unless I say otherwise.I’m abro and alexigender.
I’m done now,bye.That’s a rather abrupt ending,now that I think about it.Eh.

march 2nd, 2022; 1,258 words,11:19 A.M CST

(this is vaguely gorey,so be warned.Also,this is about playdoh if you couldn’t tell)

Every day,I am ripped apart.
I am pulled,I am stretched,and I am snapped apart then melded,as if the thing who is doing this thinks of themself as some type of god,
Perhaps they are.I wouldn’t know,for I cannot see,I cannot hear,I cannot look at this creature who is doing this to me,the god of hate,of selfishness.
I cannot change this fate,this horrible loop of the creature forcing me to what it wants me to be.I have known for a long time,my body,this vessel i am trapped in,is not mine.It is for the creature,for the sick happiness,the twisted glee this must bring to it.Why else would they do this?
Not only is my body not my own; my thoughts too.I wait every day,every minute,every second in fear of this creatue.I know nothing else but this,so there is nothing to think else to think about.Even while the creature is not tearing me,molding me,it hounds my every moment.I hate knowing the fact that my feelings,my thoughts,the very source of my being do not do not matter.Perhaps they never did.But I do not know what might’ve happened if they did,for the creature wouldn’t allow me to leave this hellish reality I am trapped in.
I am distracted from my usual distraught thoughts,for now the creature is ripping me in half,as it always does.I have stopped trying to scream for a long time now,for I know that it would not work,no one would hear me.
The creature mashes me into a ball.I never know why they bother to do anything else to me,really.This is always the way it has ended.They stuff me in a round tube,and leave me there until the next time,and in the meantime I mourn,for what might have been,what I could’ve done-
But alas.There is nothing I could have done,this is the way it has been,and always will be.
For I am not my own.

march 3rd, 2022
prompt: free homework pass flavor, moon flavor, and edible scented sharpie limited edition flavor >: D

1,554 words,8:44 A.M CST (not edited in any any way,be warned)

Pepper inhaled smoke,and tried to cover her ears from the loud,booming noises from of the stereo in the living room.She had to get out of here.Pepper’s best friend,Selene (well,her real name was Sally,but nobody called her that anymore after Selene had said loudly in class that it made her sound like Sally from Percy Jackson,and that she wasn’t at that level yet) had managed to get her to come to this end-of-the year party.Why?The heck if she knew.She would rather stay at home,eating crappy ripoff moon pies that she didn’t even know why she ate anymore; her brother had bought her about fifty of them as a joke once.Before..
Pepper inhaled a shaky breath, and immediately regretted it.She coughed,and started to walk towards the door.
God,why had she even come here?The only thing she had done- the only think she knew she would do,whenever she went to parties,which was about once every two years,if Selene didn’t drag her to one- was sit on the couch quietly and not talk to anyone,usually too afraid to try the ‘punch’ as her mother had warned her about these sort of things many,many times.
She left the house,closing the door firmly.She walked.She didn’t know quite where she was going,but her feet seemed to know,and carried her all the way to the docks.The docks where her and Selene had spent various summers,scribbling with sharpies on the wooden planks,and that one time Selene had convinced her to pretend to be sick so they oculd finally get out of school and finally do stuff.Pepper understood why she had done that,it was her birthday,and Selene had wanted her to skip .They ended up having a great day.
But sometimes Pepper wondered,like she was right now- was Selene really the greatest friend she could have?She’s never really tried to make friends with anyone else.
No.This would not turn into one of those ‘my toxic best friend’ stories she would see on VideoAndPodcastTube./Net .Selene was a amazing best friend,and only cared about her.
Pepper inhaled the smoke-free air,then turned around to walk back to the party.

march 6th
‘write an au based on if encanto characters had different powers’
lazee ending
word count: 353

Mirabel awoke.
She didn’t usually wake up from a good night’s sleep,so this unsettled her.
Unless…
She groaned,grabbed her glasses from her nightstand,and wiped them on her pajamas.She knew the lenses would probably smudge from that,but she had been doing it for so long that it felt easy to do,natural
She put on her slippers,and skulked towards her bedroom wall,
“Let’s see…What have you got for me today,wall?”
Mirabel,technically didn’t have a gift of her own.Really,it was the wall doing all the work; it had multiple constellations which she read,and used to tell people’s horoscopes.Today,it seemed,the wall had been updated.
Horoscopes for a Pisces,for a Aries,for a Sagittarius,etc.Mirabel didn’t really know all that much about it.She glanced out her window,and sure enough,it was morning.The wall had given her a wakeup call,she supposed.She went to her bathroom,and got ready for the day.
Mirabel walked out of casita with a yawn.She had just eaten breakfast with Luisa and Isabela; now it was time,she supposed,to be one with civilization,and help out the townspeople.
She had a list of what she did,and she liked it pretty okay.
1: Help that lady who keeps on asking about her future.Sure,horoscopes technically were a fancier version of what was assumed to happen; but no,I don’t know whether your fish is going to die or not goshdangit-
2: Talk to the townskids,as they seem to have a strange obsession with the Madrigals.
3: Do whatever else Abuela wanted her to do.
She decided,after looking around for the lady who keeps asking about her fish with no result,she decided to talk to the kids.
They,when she got to them (they were hanging around a senior citzen’s house because they gave them treats sometimes) immediately started to ask her questions.Even though they basically went through this routine every day.
She crouched down to the ground.”Well,I’m only part of my amazing family after all..”


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‘SWC has just started! Imagine if SWC were a person. What would they be like? What kind of personality or mannerism would they have? Write a short story about SWC if it were a person!’

(Be warned,not my best work either)

Aya works at a coffee shop.It’s a normal coffee shop for normal people,with normal drinks,and it serves scones,muffins,and bagels with it too.(Also occasionally tea if her boss,Mary,was in a good mood.)Every day,from ten a.m to three p.m,normal people would walk through,with their normal lives and normal clothes.
A staple in Aya’s life is normal,and she likes it that way just fine.
She likes normal,she likes her routine.Which is why it’s rather jarring to her when they walked in.They,reffering to a person.They weren’t not a normal-looking person,no,they just had sort of a air around them.
Aya wasn’t sure what exactly what it was,but it intrigued her.The person walked into the line to the counter she was working at,their eyes fixated on the menu.
They were fiddling with a necklace,which had the initials S.W.C.There were a few moments of silence,before the customer said,”Mangoes.”
Aya stared at them.”Pardon?We do not sell mangoes.”
The customer stared back.”I know you don’t.It was a suggestion.You should sell mangoes.” They said matter-of-factly. Aya thought about this.
Why mangoes?Why suggest anything?They probably knew she would forget about this, right?Aya forced a smile.”What will your order be?”
“A smoothie.A mango smoothie.” Said the person,exactly after Aya had posed her question,smoothly,like clockwork,like water would flow into a canal.
Aya sighed.”Name?”
The person looked put off for a moment before answering.”Swiss.Swiss Cheese.” Aya wasn’t sure whether she should laugh,cry or give them a pat on the shoulder.Some parents they must’ve had.
”Take your seat,and you’ll have it soon.” Swiss nodded,and went to do just that.
Aya told Mary to get started on the orders she had just received.Only her,Mary,and Sasha worked there,mostly because Mary didn’t trust anyone else to work there.
Aya didn’t really know why Sasha worked there,but she was the one who was doing delivery,so she got a free pass.Business was slowing down now that people had started to go to work,and Aya got to relax for a moment.Her feet hurt,like why did the people at counters never get chairs?
She’d have to ask Mary about that.
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poetry segment;

word count: 1,330 words (not including the definitions)

free verse
definition: ‘Free verse, not to be confused with blank verse, is any poetry that does not have a rhyme scheme, nor does it have a consistent meter.’

Woe,how your hero has fallen!
Not tempted by the other side,rather gone on on with purpose
Not satisfied by you and your hardships,
You had not realized the ink of the others had seeped into the heart
Of the hero,the saviour,the fallen angel.




soliloquy
definition: A soliloquy is basically a monologue in the form of a poem. A character talks about their emotions and thoughts to themself. This is a common technique found in plays and musicals. The purpose of soliloquies is to reveal a character’s mindset or motives.

I wonder,sometimes,
When i pass through these empty halls,
Am i just as empty and invisible to you all?
Am i not important?
Am i not even relevant?do i not matter to this grand epic of a book?
Am i even a side character?
However hard i try,
You all do not notice.
What kind of scheme is this?Who determined this?Who said that there would be a system,both in our heads and written down?
Well,that would probably be us,i suppose
But sometimes,I wonder
Why do we trap ourselves in this system,then?
Why not break free from this?
We will never allow ourselves.
I do not know why.
Sometimes,I wonder.



tongue twister
definition: ‘Tounge twisters are a series of words, typically alliterative, that are difficult to pronounce quickly.
Example: “how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?”’
Apple iPad



ode
definition: ’there are a multitude of types of odes that I will not cover in this workshop, but if you’re interested in how to write a proper ode, you can google the different ways there are to write an ode. In general, an ode is any poem that is addressed to another person, place, concept, or object. ‘

I wonder how you feel,
Knowing the sick person you are.
Know that no matter how hard i tried,
No,i could not fix him
And you did not try to be helped
Knowing that you made me feel worthless,
Useless,unwanted
How people have made you feel now.
I know people love me,
Family,friends
But you?
Do you know how much i loved,
How much i cared?
How much my heart broke,
When i realized that was not true,
And that you could not say the same
For me?
Do you know how much it broke,
When you yelled?
When you screamed,
When you thrashed?
When you guiltripped,
Manipulated,
And lied?
‘Tis is such,
The ode of a mending heart.


elegy
definition: ‘An elegy is any poem that deals with a reflection about a person’s death. The broadest definition for an elegy is a poem that deals with grief or loss. There are no specific patterns an elegy needs to follow.’

You have passed.
My time to apologize,to atone is over,
And the only thing left of what you called family is the casket.
You were not the best you could have been,
You did not support me,who i was
So why do i cry?
Why do teardrops fall on the dirt above where your body lay?
Why do I wish for you to hug me,for you to tell me that it was just a nightmare,
As you did when i was small?
Why do i wish that you could come back?

essay

word count: 2,547?? (I don’t know how it happened either)

An Essay on why The Moon,the Sun,and the Ocean are sapphics.

Hello,dear reader.If you intend on reading this essay,you are most likely thinking something along the lines of ‘What if it’s just the Sun and the Moon?’ ‘What if it’s just the Sun and the Ocean?’ ‘Why are you writing an essay contemplating on whether or not the sun,the moon,and the ocean are sapphics’ and,’What if it’s just the Moon and the sun?
All,of course,valid points.But this specfic essay will be revolving around all three of them,in three sections.
Section 1: Where does this idea come from?
Where does the idea that the Sun,the Moon and the Ocean are sapphics come from?Well,usually people say that the Sun and Moon are sapphics on sites such as tumblr,and occasionally twitter,i believe.
But,I believe that since people associate the moon with introversion; since it comes out at night,it has a less burn-your eyes when you look at it feel,and just feels…overall like the opposite of the sun,which i suppose you could say it is.A lot of people believe in the saying ‘opposites attract’,and a lot of people believe that the sun and moon are opposites to each other.Where does the ocean fall on this scale?
Well,as most believe the moon to be introverted,the sun to be extroverted,I believe the ocean to be ambiverted,a very go with the flow type,to be able to ground them from where they float,despite being,well,water.
Also,some video games and content have contributed to this idea,such as:
Cookie Run Kingdom: Unknown if they are ( in this game,it’s the moon and the ocean,coined in this Moolight and Sea Fairy Cookie,I believe) canonically together,but from the posts i’ve seen it’s either shipped throught the fandom,canon,or heavily implied.
The Owl House: Listen,this is going to sound like a wide stretch,but Luz seems to be colored more brightly than Amity.More saturated,which is exactly what the sun is.Bright and saturated. Whilst Amity,has more cool,and calm colors (as of season two),which i believe implies that Luz is associated with the sun,and Amity the moon.(Also,during Grom,when they were on top of the abomination,they were in front of the moon.Am I probably looking for things that aren’t there?Yes.)
When the Sun Loves the Moon,by Raineiry.This should be pretty straightforward,banger song,go listen to it.
That’s all I’ve found on that section so far!We move on.
Section Two: Why say any of them are in a romantic relationahip at all?
Well,for one thing,the longing,the pining,it’s like the uptimate slowburn fanfic,except for,you know,real.
Think about it.None of them could ever touch,except for the moon and sun,,and only during eclipses.The moon can never touch them,her waves forever reaching,but it is never enough.
Anyway,peak tragedy,peak pining,peak content.The greeks got nothing on them(very much/j)
Section Three: The conclusion.
You might be confused as to why I am ending this so soon.
A simple answer for you,reader is: I am tired,I have a headache,and my fingers hurt,and I also have a math test.So,yeah.
Hope you enjoyed this <3

scriptwriting:
word count: 736


setting- the inside of a hospital,AISHA is in bed,and MAMA and UMMI (arabic for mom/mother) are standing by the side of her bed.
NARRATOR

Five-year old AISHA had always known she would be a superhero.Why else would she have to spend hours in the hospital?The hospital was probably a cover,and they were really injecting their super-secret serum into her,

AISHA
Mommy!When will I be able to go on a mission?

MAMA (stroking AISHA’s cheek)
Hopefully soon,my darling.

AISHA
Yay!I can’t wait to fight all the bad guys!

UMMI (smiling sadly,and pressing a kiss to AISHA’s forehead)
You’ll defeat them easily,I doubt any of them will stand a chance.

AISHA (grinning)
They won’t!

NARRATOR

It was eight thirty-eight a.m,and MAMA needed to go to work,while UMMI taught her.)

UMMI (sitting on a chair now,holding a math book)
And one plus four equals-

AISHA
Five!Five,right?

UMMI
Exactly right!Now how about five plus three and two?

AISHA
Um…Seven?

UMMI
Close,but no.It was ten,I simply broke it into different numbers.Three plus two equals five,and added five to it.Understand?

(AISHA took a moment to think about this,before nodding enthusiastically.)

UMMI
Alright,now how about three plus two plus one?

AISHA (scrunching her nose)
Um…Six?

UMMI (applauding)
Correct!

NARRATOR
This would go on until 11:30,when AISHA ate her lunch.A nurse,MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR,would give her mac-n-cheese,some broccoli and a cup of milk while UMMI would go downstairs to get coffee.

AISHA (eating)
Thank you!

MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR
Don’t talk while eating,dearie.

AISHA (nods,and continues to eat,soon she is finished and puts down her fork)
Mrs.Bootswithfur,when will I get to go on a mission?Ummi and Mama says soon.

MRS.BOOOTSWITHFUR (raising a eyebrow)
What mission?

AISHA
Well,the mission.You know,because I’m a superhero?

NARRATOR
AISHA had kept it on the down low that she was onto them.But,today was the day she decided that it was time to come clean.

MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR
Aisha..You know why you’re here,right?

AISHA (nodding)
Of coure!so you guys can inject the secret serum into me,and I’ll be a hero!

MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR
Aisha,do you know what cancer is?

AISHA
Um…no,is it a type of power?

MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR (sighs,and takes off her glasses)
Aisha…cancer is a type of sickness.

AISHA
Oh…did you repurpose it?is that how I got my powers?

MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR
No,Aisha,you have cancer,and you are very sick.Your parents don’t want you to know yet,saying that you’re to young,but I can tell you’re the type to want to know the truth.

AISHA
…

MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR
Aisha?Are you alright?

AISHA
Am I gonna..die?

MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR
Not if we can help it,Aisha.

AISHA
I’m never going to be a superhero..never ever?

MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR
Aisha,when you grow up,if you’re like me,you’re going to be a superhero every day.You’re going to be saving people,though not in the way you might’ve wanted.

AISHA
I..I’m not hungry anymore.

MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR (puts back on her glasses and takes Aisha’s tray.)
Alright.Your mother will be back in a moment.

(After a few minutes,UMMI comes back)

UMMI
Hello,my wonderful child.How was lunch?

AISHA
Ummi,am I going to die?

UMMI
..What?Who gave you that idea?

AISHA
Mrs.Bootswithfur said I had something called…canzer.

UMMI
Cancer.She said you had..
(UMMI shakes her head angrily,mouth twisting into a line.)

UMMI
Excuse me,my dear.I’m going to go call your mom and have a talk with Mrs.Bootswithfur.You can take a nap,can’t you?

AISHA
Um,I guess.

UMMI
Good.Goodnight.
(UMMI clicks the light off,and goes to talk to MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR,but not before calling MAMA on her phone.UMMI is clearly quite angry,and from the sounds coming from the phone,so was MAMA.UMMI hangs up the phone,and walks into AISHA’s room.She must be think AISHA is already asleep,and presses the nurse button that AISHA sometimes presses.Soon,MRS.BOOTSWITHFUR and MAMA are there,and they argue for a long time,while AISHA tries to close her eyes tight and imagine being a superhero.)







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(alltogether) word count: 1,006

self-help
word count: 513

Hello,and welcome to featheredge’s selfcare tips and tricks!
We will be going over two things today; how to brush your teeth,and how to eat!
First things first: we’ll start off with teeth,and end with eating.
Before you try to brush your teeth,ensure that you have a toothbrush with you.If not,I will be explaining how to do that.If so,skip ahead.
If you do not have a toothbrush,here is a brief list of you can get one:
1: ask if there’s one somewhere in the house you live in
2: buy one
3: steal one
4: don’t bother. don’t brush your teeth at all.
if you have chose 1,good for you! The likely chances are that there are indeed toothbrushes,but not one for you (‘because why don’t you already have a toothbru-‘)
if you intend to buy one,good for you,i guess.
sadly,I cannot answer questions for number three.
number four,at least pop a breathmint <3
here’s a reminder to go drink some water.
anyways,once you have aquired a toothbrush by any means necessary,you must have toothpaste.
again,a list :
1: ask if there’s one some in the house you live in
2: buy some
3: steal some
4: don’t bother,i can do it with water alone.
if you have chose 1,good for you! The likely chances are that there is indeed toothpaste.
if you intend to buy some,good for you,i guess.
sadly,I cannot answer questions for number three,yet again.
drink some more water,or get up and stretch,or eat something <3
once you have acquired toothpaste,(once again by any means necessary) open the cap,and squeeze the tube,so toothpaste comes out onto the brush of the toothbrush.Don’t squeeze too hard,or else too much will come out,and you’ll have quite the mess on your hands.Probably.
Put the toothbrush (brush part first) into your mouth,and.. scrub your teeth???i guess???? i dunno,do whatever you dude
Alright!Now onto the eating part!
First,choose something to eat.I am going to be looking for food,because I don’t have any.Why don’t I have any?Mind your own goshdang business.I will be going into a store.Any store.And will be (refraining from) robbing it.
Alright.Make sure you have a utensils to eat with.Like a fork,or a spoon.I myself have a fopoon.(Don’t you mean a spork?No,a fopoon) With the fopoon,I will be eating some microwave ramen noodle-
Microwave… ramen-
I need to go back in the store!Alright,now I have food.I have some bread-
…Some bread-
Which I will be eating with a fopoon,because that’s what i intended to do!Definitely!
So you take your utensil and stabbing.Yep,stabbing the food,and then put it into your mouth.Mke shure yu chw (make sure you chew),and then,finally,you’re done!
That concludes this self-help guide.

(This is a joke- please don’t take the part about stealing toothpaste or toothbrushes seriously)






travel brochure
word count: 493

Hello,and welcome to this travel brochure,for the best places to go in Chicago.First up on are list is the Chicago Riverwalk.Look at the…buildings and water and stuff while eating or something. Before you go eat at a Mcdonalds because the prices in chicago are too high, you can go on a boat tour because that’s exactly what you need to do before eating and it probably costs more than it would’ve eating food,or visit Urban Kayaks to rent a thing for that big hole with the water.This article definitely is not sponsored.Next on our list is Millennium Park,which is not a park.There’s not really that much to do except for to walk around.Sit,maybe.Touch the bean.Look at the bean.Why is it even called a park?Whatever.I’m about to go over the Navy Pier now,which i have never been to because my parents didn’t love me.They often called me Narrator(/joking).I honestly have no idea what one would do there.I guess there’s games and stuff?After that,you could go to that one house.You know the one.The Fredrick C.Robie house,because I definitely know who that is.You could walk around in it with a guided tour,because that’s definitely what he intended it for.After all that walking you must be excited to do more!Yep,that’s right: The Field Museum!Why is it called that! I don’t know!But,you can walk around,and look at even more stuff,’cause that’s fun.And while we’re on the topic of museums you could go to the Museum of Illusions,which is exactly what it sounds like,because that’s exactly what you need during a global crisis(/lighthearted /joking).I’m not kidding,being somewhere like that sounds terrifying.Is there a phobia of that?(There’s something like it,apparently it’s called Rhabdophobia.Not sure if i spelled that right)
Next up,is the most interesting thing on this list; (/lighthearted) Legoland.I don’t really have anything to say about this,except for I haven’t been here either,for the same reasons as Navy Pier (/lighthearted).Next to last.is the Morton Arboretum,which honestly sounds pretty fun,if i’m being honest.It’s a public garden,there’s a treehouse,and it’s a outdoor museum and library.Basically a cottagecore dream,and it has a program in tree research,and includes a catalogued section of trees and other living plants,and gardens.The living collection includes more than four thousand and a hundred different plant species,which can be referenced in an online database.
If you have 90 minutes of your life to dedicate to a boring boat ride(/j),you could go on Chicago’s First Lady!’Cause a boat ride is definitely what you need after a long day walking and eating.
That’s the end.I don’t know what you were expecting,honestly.




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week 3

part one;
altogether word count: 852
song one
word count: 419
based on the song Fallen Down from Undertale by Toby Fox
this didn’t turn into what i intended to at all, hope you enjoy anyway.

It was a rainy day, the wet leaves making a odd, squishing sort of noise as the woman stepped on them, wetting her heels.In other words, it was a perfect day for a funeral.The woman hadn`t intended to be at the funeral, although it was her daughter`s.She had, more or less, been pressured to attend.She had tried to pass of the fact she didn`t want t go to her daughter`s funeral as the fact she was so grief-stricken, but some excuses only works once.
Right now, though, the woman was walking to her car, to go home.The funeral had ended early, and she had avoided having to say a eulogy, somehow. The woman opened the car door, and drove off to her house.The woman lived alone, as her husband died a few years ago, not because of the woman herself astonishingly, but because of the…. Smoke ingestion.The woman, if asked by a close friend (if she had any) how she would die, was probably going to die of the same thing.
The woman soon arrived at her destination, pulling up to her large, almost qualifying as a mansion house`s driveway.One more thing about her husband, was that he was quite wealthy, being a doctor.It was just her luck that he didn`t take those posters you would see at schools to heart.
The woman stepped out of her car, and slammed the door behind herself, in what her husband would describe (he also dabbled in writing) as `a rather unladylike fashion.`
The woman walked towards her porch as if she was furious with something, which she often was.Her heels clicked with loud, sharp noises, and the woman`s hand on her purse tightened as she walked up her front steps.
She stopped, glanced a tad fearfully behind herself, as if she had saw something there, and exhaled gratefully.The woman quickly opened her door, and closed it quickly.After she placed her coat on the coattrack (where else would it go?) her cat came running from wherever he had been before.
The woman lets her guard down, and a smile sneaks onto her lips.”Okay, okay, let me just take off my shoes-“ she plops herself down on the ground, and takes off her heels messily. “And my hat.”
She tosses her hat onto the couch, and her cat snuggles into her lap.She cooed at it, and the two were left together.



song two
word count: 433
based on the song Berdly from Deltarune Chapter Two by Toby Fox
(I don`t suggest you read this, it`s not very good and very sloppy)

A girl and a boy were at a theme park.They had looked at most of it, and after getting some churros, they found themselves in front of a red, heart-shaped entrance, to a tunnel with a canoe (or was it a boat?) hooked onto a pole by the walkway, with a red and pink striped counter right besides it.Nobody was at the counter.
Now, the two had no idea how they got to it.One moment they had been munching on churros, looking for teacup rides for some good old fashioned nostalgia, and the next in front of a tunnel of love ride that must’ve took a ridiculous amount of money to decorate.
“Well,” said the girl. “What the (redacted) just happened?”
The boy shrugs.”Honestly,Naomi,I have no (redacted) idea.”
The girl, whomst name you are probably assuming to be Naomi,tucks a piece of her brown her behind his ear, and, rather unsensibly, tosses her half-aten churro into a trashcan, before stepping into the boat-canoe-thing.
The boy,however, hesitates.``Are you sure we should do this?We just- it just- appeared, like randomly.Where even are we?`` He waved his hand around, gesturing towards the mass amounts of fog that was surrounding the tunnel of love.
Naomi shrugs.``It ain`t nuthin. Maybe a special event-` her eyes light up.``Do ya think we`re on TV?``
The boy cautiously clambers into the boat. ``I still dunno about this.``
Naomi rolls her eyes.``You`re bein just as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin` chairs.`` She unhooks the rope tie, and they start to go down the tunnel.
`Y`know-`` the boy shivers at a creepy cupid statue that was smiling at them all to widely, ``Maybe the cat was smart.The rocking chairs could`ve fell on their tail, after all.``
Naomi snorts, and the boat continues down the tunnel.Soon, it comes to a stop, and Naomi gasps, before climbing out.``Where are we, `cause this sure as (redacted) ain`t Alabama no more.``
``Sweet home Alaba-``
Naomi groans, and yanks him out of the canoe.``Shut the (redacted) up.I hate that (redacted) song and you know it.``
The boy`s eyes widens, and says, ``enough about the song- do you know where we are?``
``That`s exactly what I said.`` Replied Naomi, staring at the brown double-door with golden doorknobs, mostly because there wasn`t really anything else to stare at, as the rest of the room besides the tunnel was pitch black.




part two
word count:
inspired by fairytales and dark humorish books with a narrator, like asoue, and like any brother’s grimm fairytale before it was edited to be more appropriate.

!!TW FOR THEMES AND MENTIONS OF DEATH AND SUICIDE, SUCCESSFUL SUICIDE ATTEMPT, ALSO (IMPLIED)DRUG USE!!
(Also, some mentions and doubting of god. Uhhh if you cant handle these topics please do not continue <33)

word count: 709

( don’t report this please :’] i’m planning on deleting it from the forum as soon as swc ends)


(Also i used my ipad to write this and i have a weird keyboard thing that i bluetooth whenever i want to write,but there wasn`t enough keys i think so it doesn`t include ‘ so i use ` instead of ‘ - wow this is probably going to break the mood isn`t it)

As most stories do,I will start it off with words of power.No financial power, or things like that, but rather the power of knowledge, the feeling of magic that you would feel when your fingers go to open a book you’ve never read before, or, rather, the power of the word.For pens, without powerful words, hold no magic.
Once upon a time, in a prosperous land surrounded by hills with a castle tucked between the middle of two particularly large ones, a girl wanted to die.
Why the girl wanted to die, I have no idea why, and neither did she.The girl had quite a fine life, considering she was a princess, is living in a castle surrounded by hills, flowers, and townspeople (because townspeople definitely belong in that section).Perhaps it was because she was betrothed to a daughter of a duchess.But perhaps there is a different reason, as the girl didn’t have anything against the duchesss girl, no, in fact, they were childhood friends.But the girl simply had no interest in her.Both of the girls had fancied other girls before, yes, but the two girls simply were not compatible together.They were destined to be best friends, nothing less, nothing more.
But I dont think this particular predicament is one that our ‘protagonist’ would want to die over-
Oh,would you look at that.She`s waking up this second.Let`s see what will happen, and maybe uncover some clues about why.
Well, not very much, apparently.She goes to her bathroom with some clothes and a towel ( I will not be watching or describing her in the bathroom because it would be intrusive,creepy,and weird. -Narrator) , and leaves after about fifteen minutes, fully dressed, in a suit (or is that a tuxedo?), walks to her doorway, and slips on fancy-looking blue shoes, as that is one of the blue, pale yellow, and brown that makes up the kingdom`s colors, before opening the door and slamming it shut firmly behind herself.
After walking down the hallway, a large, burly, man with a large tuxedo (or a suit?) joined her in the hall, with his left eyebrow raised.``You don`t usually leave the castle.Where are you heading to, son?``
What an odd nickname.
The girl blinked, ``Oh, you know I`m heading to the village apothecary for something the duchess’s daughter wanted,``
``Why does the duchess want something from the apothecary?I mean, she certainly looks the part, but…``
The girl shrugs.``Dunno.Oh, look at the time- welp, gotta go.`
` The girl, after this abrupt ending to the conversation, began to walk fast towards the door.Not even running, just walking at a odd pace, and did the same thing with the door, closing it shut behind herself, instead of turning around. The girl continued with this pace as she walked down the road from her castle down into the village, getting a couple of side-eyes while doing so.
Soon, she had reached the apothecary. The girl, finally, stopped in front of it, as if hesitating, but scrunched together her face stubbornly, and opened the door.
The apothecary was a cramped, one-room (that I know of) building, with multiple shelves, and somehow, even more concoctions.At the back of the shop there was a table, which the girl almost stumbled into when she first walked in, with a short, balding man attending it.
``Um- is this the apothecary?`` She asked, in a somewhat nervous tone.
The man raised a thin, wormy eyebrow.``Do ye got eyes,lad?`` He asked in a thick Scottish accent.How he had the accent, I do not know.The kingdom is nowhere near Scotland. ``Of course it is!And don`t just call it `the apothecary`, it`s Sr Lionel`s. Sir Lionels Apothecary.``
``Er,Okay.Um, do you happen to have- `` The girl leaned in and whispered something in his ear, and the man`s eyes went wide.``Do ye got a death wish, laddie?It`s a type of poison!``
The girl, wordlessly, took her hands into the pocket of her tuxedo (or was it a suit?) and dug out two handfuls of gold coins.




part three
continuation of part two babeeey
beware: this is unedited
word count: 1,240


``Why of o`course!It`s just somewhere over here…`` The short man got up from behind his table, and began to search the shelves.Rummaging through wildly, he eventually found what the girl wanted for her friend.
``Here ye go, `` he said, after taking the gold pieces.The girl smiled greatfully, before asking ``Um, sorry if this is annoying, but if someone comes by the name of Grace the duchess`s daughter, please give her this.`` The girl reached into her pockets once more, and pulled out a locket attached to a necklace from her left pocket and handed it to him.``It`s my most precious item- please do not let any harm come to it.``
And with that, she left. Somehow, she had spent so much time in the apothe- Pardon me, Sir Lionel`s Apothecary, it had turned to nightfall. The girl gave a bitter smile, and began to walk, much more slowly, towards the hills. And then she walked, and walked, way past the hills, until she came up to a gorge.
She takes the vial of whatever it was she wanted from Sir Lionel`s Apothecary, and pops off the lid.
I have a sickening feeling I know where this is going.Please don`t do it.
The girl looks up, and stares up.``You..You do know I can hear you, right?``
…I beg your pardon?
``I figured you knew.But i guess it`s just protagonist magic-`` she does air quotes in the air -`` and only I could.``
Oh.Well.I`m not sure what exactly that`s supposed to mean, but, please don`t do it.
She threw up her hands, almost dropping the vial over the gorge.``You know how they see me.As a..as a man.It`s horrible, knowing you cannot be who you want to be, and you know that the people you love would not accept you if they really knew you.I..I just-`` she stops, and covers her face with her vial-less hand, to hide a sob,I`m assuming. ``I just can`t do…`` She inhales a shaky breath, `` I just can`t do this.I hate this body,I hate it so much.If God, like all the churches and the bibles say, exists, and is all-knowing, all powerful, why didn`t he make me the way I- I need?``
I don`t have a answer to that.I`m sorry.
``I know you don`t.It`s okay.I just..can`t live in this world anymore.I can`t. Don`t you understand?Wouldn`t you like to change your fate of having to narrate everyone else`s lives, but never getting to live your own?``
I…
She smiles, bittersweet this time, goes to the very end of the gorge, and drinks from the vial, and I am gone, swept by the water, like her body, which toppled over into the gorge.
For narrators hold no power without a protagonist.
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After the funeral, you were distraught.
The whispers of everyone, the gossip had been too much.It was so loud, with a fanfare, too many people, some your friend had never even spoken to before.
Your friend died half a week ago, and as soon as he had not turned up for midday tea, the search began.Nobody had known whether or not he had ran away, gone to the village to buy something for it, or simply forgot.His death wouldn`t even be known if someone hadn`t seen his body floating in the gorge, and called for someone to get him out.Nobody knew if it was murder or sui-
You thoughts stutter to a stop.No, if he wanted to… do that, he would have told you.You two were- are, best friends, thick as thieves.
He didn`t do- he wouldn`t do- …would he?
A rap on your door interrupts you from your thoughts, and you blearily stumble towards it.``May I come in?`` Asked the person who knocked.That was odd, hardly anyone ever knocked, as no one ever has any regard for your privacy.You open the door, somewhat curious.The open door reveals a skinny woman dressed in a blue, pale yellow, and brown dress and blue shoes, with a hooked nose, and a commanding, almost cruel blue-eyed gaze.You vaguely remember her being at the funeral.
``Er,`` you say, somewhat terrified of this woman already, ``yes?``
The woman snorts, and walks into your room.``And you are the duchess`s daughter?Stop slouching, and chin up, darling, don`t look so sad or you`ll look get wrinkles.Your mother would throw about a fit if she saw you like this.``

You do as she says immediately.She drags her commanding gaze over your room, and you hesitantly ask, ``Um, who are you?And what are you doing here?``
She frowns.``What are you doing here?``
``It`s..my room?``
She sighs disappointedly.``Where is your confidence?If you want me to leave, then tell me so.``
You think about this.Do you really want this woman in your room?``Can you leave please?``
The woman murmurs something like ``we`ll have to get rid of that please..``
``Hello?Ma`am?``
``Oh!`` Says the woman.``Right.So, apparently you are to go Sir Lionel`s Apothecary.For a gift,I believe.I`m not all that sure about what he want`s really- wait, does your mother have any more children that you know of?``
You shake your head, and decide to ignore the that you know of part.
``Is your name.. Grace?``
You nod, and the woman groans.``For god`s sake-`` you gasp at that ``- speak, child.I have told you what you need to know, so I`ll be leaving, now.``
The woman leaves as abruptly as she came in, and closes the door with a slam.
You think about this.Should you go?You were curious, as you often were.But you hadn`t left your room since the funeral, and did not intend to.
You decide not to, and instead flop onto your bed sloppily, but that distracts from nothing.The curiosity scratches at your brain, and you groan before paging a maid with a bell.
“Please do me a favor and tell someone to start readying a carriage.” The maid nods, before scurrying away.
What is that maid’s name?You wonder, briefly before slipping on your shoes, and leaving for the carriage.
-
Soon, you arrived at the apothecary, where a short little man was sitting at the front table.
“Sir.” You say, trying to command every bone of.. well, command in your body.”I have been informed there is something for me here?”
The man stares at you, before speaking in a thick Scottish accent.”Are you Grace, the duchess’s daughter?”
You nod sharply, and the man takes a locket from out of his pocket.”Here, take this.It’s from the prince.”
The prince?
You take the locket from the man, and open it.”Thank you, Sir-“
A piece of paper falls from the locket, from where it had been behind the picture.You squat, and gingerly pick it up, before beginning to read it, your eyes widening when coming across a sentence.
It turns out there are many things you did not know about your friend.




4th weekly
part one: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6143210/



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other writing
march 2nd,daily
(again,i know.this time it’s about a pair of ballet shoes)

other writing
march 2nd daily,done on march fourth for sparring
(again,i know.this time it’s about a piano.maybe i’ll do another abt ballet shoes,and whenever i say love i mean platonic love)
no.1

The piano was played.
They were a magnificent,grand piano,and they were played again,and again,by the same person.Their person.They loved their person so much.Their person,who they had been there for when they were just a tod.Who,once they learned how,played him with elegance.
But today,something seemed..of as their person came into the room the piano was in.They were wearing all black,the piano noticed.Not a speck of color on them.
Their person walked towards them,and once they were in front,began to play.
But,the piano noticeds,as the piano often noticed things about his person,they played a sad,wailing melody.Once they finished,their person stopped.
The piano thought about this.Why were they stopping?Were they to play them again?
Their person balled their fingers into fists.The piano looked in anticipation.
They raised it high above the paino’s keys,and then slammed.
The piano cried out in pain,the noise coming out as a awful,distorted sound.Their person would never do this!This couldn’t be them-
The person slammed,and slammed,and slammed,and slammed,and-
Another person came into the room,yelling at them,before taking the horrible,horrible person away.
They did not come back.
The piano was left.
The piano waited.Waited for their person to come back.
They did not.But the piano continued to wait.
The piano was obedient,and waited.

no.2
The ballet shoes were famous.
Well,the belonged to one of the most famous people in Paris!Surely that counted for something.
When the ballet dancer was no more than a beginner,the ballet shoes had been there.They had been danced with,loved.
Now,maybe they were loved more by the darkness in the closet they were in.

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(This is short,unedited and just plain bad- i wrote it purposefully for sparring,just ignore it <3)
Marie was a painter,distracted by her muse.
Her muse,now was her girlfriend,Lia.
She loved her muse,and her muse loved her.
But her muse was..sick,and she was currently talking to Lia through the phone because of that,because Lia was at the hospital..Lia had insisted that Marie stay in her art studio to finish a commission she had gotten.
“How’s it going with the- Lia coughed,a horrible,wretched cough.”-Painting?”
“Are you alright,love?” Asked Marie softly.
Lia coughed again and smiled.”Yeah,I’m good.It’s just- ticklish throat,you know?”
“Alright.” Said Marie,uncertainly.
A few days later,Marie was painting,and got a call from the hospital.
They informed her things,and she dropped her brush.
For what was a painter without a muse?



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(new work,lore on my swc character??c!feather??
also,for context they’re a fire gensai,who’s original world was a dnd one,before they got sent to the fantasy facility,and how i have not decided yet)



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I was unwrapped on Christmas Day, so I suppose you could say I was born then. That’s when my life truly began.
My wood has been decorated with vinyl vines, twisting flowers that curl around my frame in their strangling embrace. My pegs, once gilded, are now tarnished from the constant twisting - but I’m not complaining. It’s nice to be in tune.
I’ve had a countless number of Lego studs dropped into my soundhole when Ava’s not paying attention; I think the little ones take pride in slipping by unnoticed. Ava’s shaken most of them out, but some stubbornly remain behind, rattling around in my hollow body like nuts in a too-large shell. I’m not a maraca, you know.
I was bought a strap, a thing of beauty, if I must say so myself. It’s embroidered with a crisscrossing blue-and-gold design that makes me feel like the classical guitar I’ve always wanted to be. Too bad I’m an acoustic one.
Ava plays fingerstyle. The strings harmonize - they weave a tapestry of sound - each unlike the other. Not to brag, but my tapestries are the best. I’m built for playing chords, but those are so plain, so bland. Why play simple chords when you could pluck out masterpieces? My strings are metal, they are built for strumming, but Ava plays them like a classical guitar - all light plucking and careful rhythm. No cheap, 10-for-a-cent plastic pick for me! I’m above those - Ava’s hands are all I need to make me sing.
I’ve traveled the world in my carrying case - I never know where I’ll head next. The zipper encases me in one place and releases me in another. I’ve played at campfires, lazily watching the sparks dance to my tunes. At youth groups, where Ava’s slapping my base to keep everyone with the rhythm.
I’ve played everywhere, and I can’t wait to play more. Come on, Ava, pick me up and play me!
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featheredge wrote:

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I like indie music,making (bad) jokes n puns,and drawin :] ﹏ ➶ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
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