My SWC writing folder

Waiting, Chapter 1

[Hi so I'm gonna write a book for my made up OC

My name is Nayeli Sleamberpock
I'm twelve years old. I attend West Palm Sumerland middle school, a public school where the cafeterias are crazy and the students are crazier.
Am I crazy?
“Yes.” Is certainly the answer you'll get from every one of my teachers and my siblings for sure.
“She's definetly not an extrovert or an egghead” they'd say.
Do I think that is true?
Well that's a different story.
I could tear out any page of the story that most call my ‘life’ but that'd just be a bore.
Let's start when things started getting a bit interesting, in the August of 2021 where my sixth grade year started.

In elementary school I had always fantasized about sixth grade.
How the air would feel.
The teachers.
The lunch.
And most importantly, the kids I'd meet

In good ol' grade school, I was never one to be the first to talk to a kid. If anything.. I never really did. Like..
Ever.
I'd sit in the background most of the times watching
Watching as others would eat
Watching what people would say about the newest game. Watching people pass through their time in this sick terra like they have all the years anybody possibly could just because they haven't reached the dawn of adulthood just yet, thinking that by that time everything would be set out for them like a piece of instructions on a paper, just laying there..
Just waiting for them

And guess what?
I had been waiting too.
Waiting for the alarm to awake me from my sleep.
Waiting for another to befriend me.
Waiting for a teacher to tell me whether I got a good enough grade.
Waiting for someone to just slap me in the head and tell me to chase my dreams instead of being the one dreaming.
Waiting for someone or something else to interrupt my natural autopilot, to open up a clear, sunny pathway for the person I wanted.

Well guess what?
I was sick and tired of waiting.
So when the summer of fifth grade began, I decided to draw up a plan that would ensure that by the time I reached the age of 18 I'd be the person I wanted to be.
The person I wanted to become.
The person I created.

RP words:
*I also put in Moss's side cause it probably wouldn't make sense without her as I'm gonna be constantly editing

YorkiesAreAmazing123 (me)

The wind is cool. The weather is humid. And young children are running across the small state of Maryland without a breeze pushing them down. Small drops of water fall upon one child's face as they crawl across a meadow, following a noise that came from a person nearby with great curiosity nearby.

“Hello Moss” Nayeli whispers while seeing that Moss was in her cabin ferociously counting the word counts for every camper. Seeing she was tense, she slowly walked away in a cautious but quiet manner, pulling back the need to ask for crackers or a bite of her homemade Myth cake

@mossflower29 (doesn't count for my words)

“Hey Nayeli!!” Moss says, surprised that Nayeli somehow knew exactly what she had just been doing. She stands up from her computer, closing Myth's spreadsheet, and walks over to Nayeli. “1 think know what you want…”

— added after this

@Yorkiesareamazing123
Nayeli then walks up to Moss with a questioning look and asks “What?” as if she hadn't already knew what Moss was about to say, as if she didn't yet swallow the Julianjo Pill

@mossflower29
“Well, it's a bit late now,” moss sighs. “I already gave you all my fictional crackers, and I've been too busy writing to go back to the Fictional Food Store…” Moss smiles to Nayeli. “I can give some weekly motivation to you, though!”

@Yorkiesareaamazing123
A look of sadness appears on Nayeli's face, then a pause, and a burst of glea that washes over her whole body. “Weekly motivation?! Why I'd love some of that!” Nayeli yells while eating one of the sandwiches from the sandwich bag nearby. She then noticed the sandwich was, well, rather moldy so she spit it out, worried if the sandwich poisoned her.

*RP WITH ME AND LAX*
YorkiesAreAmazing123

Nayeli walks through a valley of roses as she notices a tall yet subtle flower standing between two trees. Being the curious person she was, she walked up to the flower only to realize that the flower was Lav. Shocked that she was about to attempt to ‘pluck’ Lav, she quickly said hi in a kind tone, trying to throw off her nervousness


Galaxy_Awesome

“Hi, Lax laughs, swirling up and out of the flower's form. ‘Sorry for surprising you,” they say, offering up an apologetic smile. Then, their grin brightens “Anyway!” they say, eager to throw off the awkward air. “Long time no talk, Nayeli! How’re you doing?”


YorkiesAreAmazing123
“I'm doing pretty good!” Nayeli exclaims while looking across the wide horizon in front of them both and twirling with a grin the size of a whale. She then looks upon Lax and yells with a large flower in hand “Isn't the sun today so bright?” while rays of light fall upon her face like a waterfall of light.

Galaxy_awesome
“Yeah,” Lax agrees, struck with awe as the graceful sun continues its dance over the horizon. The cool morning breeze flowed past, bringing a twinkle to their eyes. “…Honestly, the weather today's so nice I could just fall asleep right here and now,” they grinned.

Yorkiesareaamazing123
Nayeli yawned, then took a pause to look upon the horizon, then turned over to grab a few of the more fluffy flowers and put them under her head to act as a pillow. The wind then pushed across her head, making the flowers fly through the wind, away from her head, and make almost a loopty loop motion to the tree above her, and now the flowers all layed upon the highest leaf on the tree, with perfectly still balance. “That was strange” Nayeli adds, laughing so hard that she sounded like a child.

@Yorkiesareaamazing123
While Nayeli comes out from her hiding place- the bush next door she notices Hydro peaking through her window to find writing inspiration for S.W.C. “Have you found any yet?” Nayeli asks aloud, noticing that Hydro had red, sleep-deprived eyes and a strange cowboy-like hat on top of her head.

HydroHype
“Nope, stupid old winter. What’s the daily again?” Hydro asks, looking as if she’s about to fall asleep.

Yorkiesareamazing123
“They make the conversation so much more interesting AND who doesn't love a good old rp?” Nayeli adds with a slight grin on her face as if translating the phrase ‘rp with me’ into body language. Then whistling, a big home sprouted out of the air, towering down both Lax and Nayeli. Shocked to see such things, Nayeli took out her trusty yellow mushroom wand to try to walk into the home with a weapon in hand but it did not work. The home had placed a stick which made her fall and then trip on her own shoes. Staring at Lax, Nayeli called the one word commonly known phrase, “HELP” in her strongest, loudest, and most dominating voice anybody would've ever heard her speak in as the house terrored down to her height by bending it's wooden legs


Galaxy_awesome
Lax winced as they watched the situation unfold, brows creased. FInally, when Nayeli yelled for help, a jolt of awareness jolted through them, and they shook themself out of their stupor. “Coming!” they yell, rushing over to help their friend up.

ForestPanther (also btw for all of these im only adding my words obviously)
CD burst into the room, panting. After a few seconds, they straightened up and shouted, “Guys! I-” They stopped short and looked around, frowning. “This- this isn't the horror cabin?”

@Yorkiesareaamazing123
Nayeli then looked upon CD's confused, frowning, face and asked what was going on. Before hearing the answer, she ate a taco burrito in approximately one second and was very proud of her record breaking chew. A flash of happiness and a stain of mustard then appeared on Nayeli's face as she stared upon CD, still waiting for the answer to her question in these torturous 3 seconds.

@Forestpanther
CD coughed. “Um, I, was- looking for, uh- I'd kinda done a lot of maths and conspiracy theories about winning, and-” they chuckle. “Just the usual cabin patriarchy stuff. Where are we, anyways?” CD looked around curiously.

@Yorkiesareamazing123
“Uhhh the main cabin?” Nayeli says in a lower tone than usual, pointing to the sign above her that literally yelled “MAIN CABIN!” in completely capital letters. Wandering across the cabin to go take advantage of the food-truck-like stand that layed inside with all of her favorite foods, Nayeli stared at CD, asking the phrase “you good?” just by using her eyes. She then grabbed 4 icecreams and prepared to chow them down.

@Yorkiesareamazing123
“H- hi” Sierra stutters whilst looking upon the large and shockingly aesthetic mansion she was currently looking upon. “Hi Star” /neat house?/ Sierra questions to compliment aloud as she currently thought that up, and being the semi-introverted person she was, she shut her mouth and a large silence was worn onto her cold-looking but warm face as she stared upon Star, with slight admiration.


@Starthorn
c!Starthorn looks up from her seat at the porch, surprised to have visitors outside of her regular friends, “Oh- thank you so much!” she smiles awkwardly, “Do you wanna come sit down? I have another chair if you'd like,” She wasn't all that used to talking with people, and for the last few days she had become a bit of a recluse due to another writing project which she had become engrossed in. Her friend, SWC!Starthorn, had joined a country far to the West- this had become a bit of a distraction.

@yorkiesareamazing123
“Sure!” Sierra yelled, then grabbing the chair to try to set it up but then epically failing. While Sierra fiddled her fingers in trying to just open a chair, she noticed a wall of pieces of writing, all laying right in front of her. “What's that?” Sierra asked, with her usual, crazy, mad woman look and red eyes from the lack of sleep she had from the day before.

“Ello' fantasy” Nayeli informally says while looking across the coven with a slick grin, pulling her back to the tree behind her. “I hear you are one place ahead of us, fairy-talers.” she says with a slightly intimidating look, almost seeming like she is trying to be serious but joking at the same time. Grabbing out a few cookies from her pocket, she placed them on a tray that laid upon the mushroom table nearby, seeming rather mysterious with her pirate hat and black clothing.

———————- newer writing is coming soon ————————

7/15/2022


Dear Juan,
Yesterday I noticed you didn’t keep your usual empty handbook in your pocket yesterday.
It rather scared me since I recently realized that without it, you wouldn’t have been able to take any notes during your classes.
If you need my notebook to copy just message me!

Sincerely, Johaewi

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Hey Jacob! How are you?
I recently noticed that you haven't been bringing the snacks to the classroom like usual. This has been annoying me and several others since we eat those snacks daily and without them, we feel very tired throughout the day and it makes us sad.
Please, please bring back the snacks! If you do we shall throw a grand party for you and give you all the money in the world someday!
I promise! No fingers crossed
Sincerely, Joey
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Hello Joana!
Lately, I've been becoming obsessed with daydreaming and thinking about possible child names.
Jacob.
Jolie.
Johawi.
Juan.
Jaqueline.
Why if I ever have a child, I might as well name them the first thing I see to blame a bad name on terrible luck!
I just wanted to ask you as the dear friend I am, knowing that you have 10,000 kids, how did you pick out names for them all?
Did you randomly write out every letter in the alphabet, choose a few, scramble them in a scrambling engine and ‘POOF’ a name?
I'd love to hear an answer back!
Sincerly, your dear friend Asia

Dear Asia,
Oh my oh my!
Was I surprised to hear a letter from you, especially since it was about names!
Why do I love names!!!! And the ones you had listed were absolutely wonderful, and as a name that starts with the letter J myself, I was quite flattered actually
Well, when I was a whee little seven year old, I wrote down 29,048 names that I liked and promised myself that one day when I grew up I would put em on lil' papers, then those papers in a hat, and pick em' out randomly!
I've loved every one of the names since!
Your friendly mother, Joana

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Walking.
It's always been a pain of mine to walk for what feels like ten million miles to only realize that by the end of it all, you'd only walked one.
One mile. My brother would say it is a rather short distance. He'd say something like “One mile? Why when I was your age I walked eight on average!” and rub my hair so it would look like I have bangs and then grease it back up with his long, sweaty, fingers.
My brother always had sweaty fingers.
I sometimes would think it was weird.
Like how. How does someone have such long, sweaty, tan, well-trimmed, fingers?
It's something I'd envy my brother for. Why did he have one of those quadruplet trios of fingers that look like a beautiful block of butter cut in four!
Oh yeah did I tell you that? My brother only had four fingers.
Some think it'd be strange.
“Four fingers? Well someone had no good genes.”
Nobody except me knows the story behind it though.
One day when I was just a small, little, five-year-old, I was hiking down a hill with my brother, who at the time was turning thirteen.
We weren't doing much except having a good laugh as we walked and talked about how the animals only ate the grass and plants on one side of the hill and never walked to the other side.
Out of stupidity, I being young at the time ran over to one of the bigger animals, a large bull, and tried to ‘pet’ it while my brother was getting an apple from a nearby tree.
Just while I slowly inched by hand near its face, I realized the terror of the decision I had made and made a run for it towards my brother, knowing he would keep me safe.
The bull, being in the rather aggressive state it was at the moment ran at me as fast as a cheetah and rather quickly caught up.
I was then dumbfounded when I was standing in front of a six-foot, more than 2,000 pound, who was right in front of my face gritting its teeth at me, getting ready to bite.
I would've died if my hero, my brother, didn't run over there and not grabbed me away from the beast, simultaneously losing his finger since the bull had bit his pinky right before he ran away while carrying me away in his arms.
There were some things my brother lost that day, mainly the ability to write with his right hand and his pinky.
But there was one thing he earned.
My respect.
And he would never lose that.

I now stare at my brother's dead body as it is carried into a coffin, weeping as I looked at the pictures that lay on the walls in the empty room his body was filled with in those black and white colors, knowing that it will never be able to capture any of my memories of him as perfectly as they play in my mind.
The way he grinned.
The way he sighed.
The way he laughed.
Especially the way he laughed.
My brother was certainly a laugher.
He chuckled at any bad situation with a grin saying that'll it get better in no time! That there is a fix for anything. That everything would become a little happy wonderland.

Well, I don't think even my superhero brother could fix this one.
I don't think he could…
I don't think.
As I look upon the body as my family stands near it saying their memories of my brother and how they loved him ever so much, I get flashbacks to the day my grandmother died, a die me and my brother both lived.
It was a sad day.
Me and my brother both wore our black, button-down, long-sleeved shirts as the youngest males in the family while I was weeping, trying to search into my mind for memories of our grandmother much as I did now.
Even though it was a sad day, my brother didn't cry. He didn't smile either. He wore a wholesome, kind expression that just told me that he was calm.
When the funeral ended and everybody had said their goodbyes, I looked at my brother and asked what was up.
He said that he never had thought about how many things our grandmother had done for us up until now and was so proud and happy of the things she had done for me, my mother, and himself.
I was rather baffled at that response.
Just baffled. If you're remembering all the wonderful things a family member had done, knowing that they're now gone shouldn't you be at least a bit depressed?
But no. Not even death could tear apart my superhero brother's expression and peace.

Would he like me to act the same as he was dead now?

I don't know

Eventually, it came time for me to say the way I felt about my brother.
For me to give my own little speech.
Choking back tears, I didn't come on up.
Did I feel worried? Sadness? Afraid that I'd say something wrong?

No.
It was the fact that I knew that nothing I could've said, nothing I could've done, nothing I could've played would have been able to express the amazingness that my brother yelled out just through the way he spoke every day that made me want to go up.

And as we left I didn't feel happy.
I didn't feel sad.
I didn't smile.
I didn't cry.
I just felt at peace.

The peace my brother would've wanted me to have had all my life

Acid Trip

While I sat down in my room, wondering what writing challenge I'd give myself today it came up to my mind I hadn't been all that active.
So, therefore, I decided I'd do a challenge.
50,000 words… here is the catch, in 5 days! I was quite excited to do it, I wanted to make up for all the lack of words I had done in the past by writing 10,000 words a day.
How?
Why I wasn't really sure.
But I knew I'd do it! Somehow in some way.
I started by writing a few emails, then a dead person story thing, now just a thing saying how I'm writing 50,000 words.
Now anyways, I try to plan a schedule of how I will have the best school year I've ever had.
I first start with opening Word.
I've always found word a rather helpful tool, knowing that I use it rather daily and for several things including school, dailies, weeklies, organizing and so so much more.
As I wait a small cat climbs into my window.
I start taking out my drawing book to try to draw the cat but then I pause. I pause rather quickly, realizing it'd be much better to eat a waffle instead.
Waffles
Waffles
Waffles
That is all I here
I then find myself in a hospital, waking up to my parent's faces.
A plate of waffles is in my hand.
“Am I alive?” I ask.
They then say this is a dream and leave.
This replays again and again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
“Am I sane?
Am I?
A m i sssdsrane”
My words start to turn into my gibberish
I start crying
I start smiling.
I start doing it all at once.
Only to wake up this time in what seems like real life to find I've been in my bed sleeping this whole time.
But there's one question that lies in the back of my mind.

“Is this real life?”

okay nv-


Whilst Nayeli had tripped down the staircase near the top door of her huge apartment she noticed a small statue-like yet tall man-like figure that stood near her.
She quickly tried to walk into the car that was down the staircase and was the reason she was even on it until the figure moved.
She then realized that the figure was secretly alive since the eyes were moving and it started to walk around.
As she got into the car the figure had disappeared from her eyesight, now moving somewhere else.
While Nayeli and the driver of the car, her mother had walked around (also we're gonna casually forget the existence of sir robo over there cause I don't wanna delete that part since I still want wordz)
to a nearby train station to buy supper for her and her family.
The train station is a rather quiet place, with a few families buying food and riding trains but less than you'd imagine.
While her mother came back, Nayeli sat near a short three-foot bench that was so dirty she refused to sit on the actual bench, and instead would rather choose the cold, hard, yet cleaner, floor.
She then walked back into the car, back to where she sat.
The days' end approached regularly and nothing peculiar really occurred at all.
As it ended, Nayeli thought to herself ‘what a normal day’


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How to burn pancakes

Well as you all know in this recent year of the uprising of 2089, burnt pancakes have been all in the new fashion, especcially because of the brand new ultra heater stoves and the hot-enough-to-burn-your hands weather from all that global warning.
So anyways, time to talk about the steps of How to Burn Pancakes

1. First grab a good glove, don't want your hands to get burned like a pancake in the process, and put one on, two if you have two.
2. Grab the pancake mix from your local store.
3. Get the just add water one
4. Put it on the ground all of the mix, with the water, and wait till you start smelling a burnt smell
5. Whala! You got your burnt pancakes

Hope you enjoyed ))

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School
So-
School starts in just less than 20 days.
When it starts to start I'll have to do lots of stuff. For the next grade should be harder than the last. And the last was already annoying. So I guess I should organize my folders.
One thing I've always wondered is why I have my journals and my folders completely un-color coordinated.
Like I have a green folder paired with a red binder, or something like that
So I probably should've titled this folders because I'm gonna talk to yall about a folders fanfiction now
Anyways..
Folders
Once upon a time, there lived a green folder near a tall tower who loved to speak to his fellow purple journal, the queen of math.
The green folder wouldn't say he was the king of math exactly, he just held the papers, so he called himself the queens' guard and bragged about this quite often, even introducing himself to other folders, and pencils, books, scissors, and every object in the kingdom we call ‘earth’ like so.
He'd say things like “Hello there! I am the guard of her majesty, the Queen of Town Math who rules over all of the numbers, digits, and math world. How can I help you?” He was quite proud to help everybody he came across and did so quite often.
People oftentimes look at the guard of math as someone they aspired to become, because of how tall, pointy, noble, and young he was.
The guard of math indeed was the pointiest folder in the land because the sides of his folder pointed tall and high, and were as sharp as a needle.

Of course, on this Earth, there can not only be kings and queens of math, but also of reading, writing, language arts, history, electives, and science.
Every time when an object, let's say the hairbrush or lamp, falls ever so behind from one of these categories, we often call the other, and the other is divided into several, uncountable subjects, and the hairbrush and lamp both fall into the “helps humans” subject.

The humans were a group of people as objects cherished deeply, at least sometimes we did. Sometimes humans treated specific objects quite cruelly, especially soaps, paper, beds, and markers, jabbing them at their will onto themselves, or other things, or making them stabbed. Close family members of the ‘objects’ group were oftentimes constantly praying for the good will to come to their not-so-blessed family.

(istarting to get bored of talking about this so bye :>)

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LETS DO THOSE FAIRY TALKES PROMPT THINGS

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“A king from the 1600s stumbles
upon a modern cell phone”

King Leonardo was a dear king, loved by all those he knew. He had a mighty large belly, a tall golden hat, and a small french servant who helped him keep his day anew.
People came to him daily asking for his help on things, sometimes things that not even he could understand. But no matter what he always tried to help his land. They would oftentimes greet him on his royal chair and ask for something, and no matter how extravagant that something was, he'd fulfill it.
But one day the king snapped. He said he no longer wanted to solve the problems of all and wanted to rest and sleep for days and be fed in bed and in return for everything he'd done, everybody would have to bring him one of their most cherished objects and give it to him in turn.
Poorer families cried when they heard of this and realized they had to give away their ever-so-precious possessions and when they heard that the royal knights who had served the king were checking if the possessions had value, they wept once more.
The knights then gathered all of the possessions and put them in carriages that were able to fit fifty to hundreds at a time, depending on whether the possessions were small or large. They were very lazy when it came to checking if the things had value, and sometimes didn't even check and just threw them away into the carriage.
When they brought all of the possessions to the king and he saw them in an unorderly fashion right in front of his castle, he commanded his guards and knights to order them. They did so quickly and the king then checked them one by one.
“Dirty! Rusty! Has worms! Too small!” were just some of the comments the king exclaimed while looking at the objects.
“I thought you said you would check the objects first you dumb guards, not put them in here mindlessly!” he yelled.
The guards thought he wanted them to check the objects once more, this time thoroughly, but the king refused, thinking the guards didn't know what true value was. All he asked for was a stable garbage can so he could throw some of this rubbish out, and a bit of privacy.
As he grabbed every object, he noticed things on them he hadn't seen before. Little flowers that seemed to be drawn on by younger girls, small messages on bronze rings saying kind phrases, and even the larger objects usually had pieces of gift wrapping torn off still left on the edges.
As the king contemplated giving back all the objects to the original owners, he noticed an object that seems so useless, even he thought that something had to be hiding on it, either that or he was scammed. It was a semi- retangular object that reminded him of a brick, that had smaller rectangular objects glued on the past rectangle popping out of the sides of it. Looking at how useless it was, he was about to call for his guards to come and kill the person who would fool him by giving something like this but then, he accidently clicked one of the buttons and it gleamed a shining light.
“What is this witchery!” the king screamed. Little did he know, he had stumbled on a modern phone.
The king walked around his space with this small block clicking again and again the buttons to see the screen and then for it to disapear.
“A portable sun?” he thought perhaps. “A gift from a witch?” he questions as well.
It annoyed him how he couldn't figure out what it was. He would go out to all of the commoners, asking yellingly what it was, but he was afraid that someone'd steal it.
A portable sun would be quite helpful afterall!
After clicking the buttons on the phone again and again, he eventually accidently tapped the screen upwards with his index finger and came across a screen with lots of numbers and letters.
“What is this?” he asked to himself.
He then started tapping in random cominations of the numbers and letters to see if it'd do anything. Everytime he with clicked one, a small dot would pop up into a circular box like rectangle. It was quite ammusing.
After some time, he gave up. He then noticed a number on the top of his screen followed by two dots and another 2 numbers.
It said something like “5:39 P.M.”
He gasped when he saw it switch from “5:39” to “5:40”
He then again asked to himself what was this thing, this time half pouting, a bit upset he couldn't figure it out. He, the king, should know what everything was, especcially since he should've been getting the newest objects daily, not the random commoners.
He then once more tried one last code to unlock the next step to this magical object. This time it was “1,2,3,4”
Eureka! It worked! At least… that's what a person who knew what a phone was would say.
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ahheiufhesiuhfiuehiugreiughiuregurhg - Imagine if that counted as a word xD

ya know if I were to write random rp starters would that work?

Probably.
Time to start!

Nayeli's Never Ending List of R.P. Starters

*This was mainly made for Nayeli xD*

1. One day Nayeli was looking across a tall, mighty, mountain while noticing a small tree. She then touched it, to notice that it was half burnt Hydro who was now looking at Nayeli peculiarly.

2. While sitting at a dark corner, Nayeli slashed the large monster, signaling for Hydro to attack.

3. Staring upon all of the ‘sleeping’ bodies, Nayeli cried as she saw her dead mother covered with dirt without even a proper grave. Hydro then looked upon Nayeli with an also grim look, seeming just as sad.

4. Running away from goblins, Nayeli threw Hydro a half-empty pipe, looking at her like she was supposed to do something with it.

5. Eating pancakes, Nayeli saw a small message on a door from one of her friends, with small handwriting. Nayeli then walked over to the door to grab the door and licked the paper, whispering the name “Hydro”

6. Half-sobbing, Nayeli grabbed a yellow cloth to wipe off the tears from her face in the fungus-filled sewer, seeing that Hydro was standing nearby the hole seeing how they could fit their body in there.

7. Ya know how I said it was ‘never ending?’ well I meant that because I'm gonna be updating it constantly when I get rp ideas, it'll eventually become ‘never ending’ xD

Dear sir principal,
I've recently heard Joey, the school's town locker, ate two waffles today. Very peculiar right? I demand you fix this behavior this very second!
Joey has not only eaten those two waffles but he's starting to eat other lockers too!
He's going wild! I say we break him in ten and sell all the metals to the local shops. What do you think sir principal?
Sincerely, Haridj

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Dear Haridj,
I believe Joey is just trying to get rid of the junky lockers and clean the cafeterias a bit more. Don't give Joey any trouble, please! He's practically our custodian
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Dear Principal,
CUSTODIAN??? If a locker can be a custodian what are pencils? Full-time writers? I know we've recently discovered that objects can speak and have feelings but they still do not understand a word we say. If that locker goes wild we wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. I once again propose the idea that we throw him away.
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Dear Haridj,
I want you to understand that I believe your opinion matters and all, I just don't think it's right we ruin good ol' Joey's life. Lockers can feel things ya know.

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*bruh I have no idea what that was but that got words-*

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Phrase of the lamp ig-
Oh lamp, oh lamp, how tall and brave you seem. You walk with the top of your tippy toes and smile with the light of a hundred suns. I, a simple deodorant, can never compare to you my almighty brightness. Thank you so much for your blossoms, thank you for your light. For every day that tall male human comes over here and shoves me into the pits of his body I cry. Yet you warm me. Thank you my dear lamp.

“The trees can talk and move.”
-this is a weird prompt but hell let's write about it
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Sitting down laughing near her friends, Hydro, Kitty, C.J, and Moss, she notices a small tree bow down to her. Looking at it intensely with a faceless stare, she yelled “HELP THE TREE BOWED!!”
Nayelis' friends looked at her with worried faces, wondering if she was sane.
“Nayeli it's just a tree. Not a full-blown human. Come on, we don't have to knock some sense into you, right?”
Nayeli glared at her friends once more and then back at the tree, now not moving, and said “Yeah I probably just saw something…” knowing she was lying.
A few seconds afterwards, the tree then walked over to a nearby apple tree and started talking to it, saying hi. The apple tree said hi back and they seemed to be very friendly towards each other.
Nayeli's friends then all looked at Nayeli, one saying “Nayeli…. you didn't put something in those sandwiches did you?”
Nayeli looked at them all yelling “No! Of course not!” in a fearful, loud voice.
At the same time, they all looked back at the two trees, talking and walking. They did so for forty seconds before they officially all thought that they were insane.
“We gotta get out of here.” Moss yelled quietly while staring at all of her friends, thinking the trees would attack them with their big, sharp, branches.
“I agree with that!” C.J. whispered, thinking of a way we could all leave without the trees noticing.
“Maybe we could just tiptoe back to Hydro's house” Kitty suggested.
Standing up carefully, a tree then walked over to the group asking “Leaving so soon?”
They were all once again in shock that the trees could talk and move as swiftly as a human being.
“Maybe we have to go to a Psychiatric hospital…” Hydro mumbled while staring at the tree, it plucking out a small rose from the grass.
“We have some food that's even edible for you humans ya know.” The tree said funnily as if he thought we were considering staying here.
“No, we're good!” Nayeli exclaimed, hiding her fear and wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.
“Are you sure you don't even want an apple before you go?”
“Nope!” Nayeli exclaimed louder and quicker this time, while packing up all of her stuff, thinking to herself that maybe we did eat just a bit too much…
“Bye tree guy!” Nayeli yelled happily.
“Wait! You still have to do the tree leaving ritual. Every sane human does it after leaving after all.”
Just before Nayeli packed up the last sandwich that she'd throw away after this cursed trip, she heard something about a ‘leaving ritual’ and turned back.
“What's that?” Nayeli asked
“You don't know?” the tree said shockingly as if he didn't expect that a regular human being wouldn't know about things like ‘talking trees’ before today.
“No.” Nayeli yelled.
“Why if you don't do it before leaving the garden, you'll have bad luck forever!” the tree exclaimed back.
Nayeli stared at the tree with a look of life or death. “Is he lying? I know my mother told me to not trust strangers but she never said anything about trees…” Nayeli thought for a second.
She then laughed. And laughed more. And more.
“Is this a trick? Are you all clowns? Did Janet hire you?” she chuckled loudly, thinking that this was a trick from a good friend of hers.
The trees didn't laugh back. They more like looked at Nayeli like she was insane and a few mumbled “No..”
One of the trees walked up to Nayeli saying “You think we're hired and this is a ‘costume’ huh?”
Nayeli nodded in agreement.
“So where'd you think is the hat?” the tree asked.
“On top of your head of course! Very good craftsmanship by the way! Are the leaves real?”
“Pull it.” the tree mumbled looking at Nayeli with a rude glare.
“Like pull the hat? Well, you're no good clown. I thought you guys were never supposed to reveal your identity!”
“PULL IT!” the tree yelled, this time scaring Nayeli.
“Okay…” Nayeli said annoyingly.
Nayeli at first pulled the hat rather gently. It didn't come off. She then did it again but harder. Didn't budge.
“Is the hat connected to the foot hole or something?”
“Wanna test it out?” the tree asked
Nayeli then instantly bent down and tugged on the foot hole, realizing that the ‘costume’ had no foot hole and just a bunch of roots. She then realized something she should've realized earlier while looking up slightly, which was the costume had no hand holes.
“You're real…” Nayeli mumbled quietly staring at the tree with pure shock.
“Yeah” the tree yelled. “I'M REAL! Now leave this village, you're not worthy to know of our tree rituals! Just take your bad luck as a parting gift!”
All the friends left as quickly as a tiger, leaving behind all their stuff.
Noticing they now left, the trees all grinned, one picking up all the friends' stuff saying “And that's how you get breakfast”

“A wizard sends a knight on a fake quest out of boredom. ”

As I waltzed up to the wizard's castle, to find the quest to find a princess, I saw he was laying on his bed, bored playing with little dolls. Seeing him doing this, I at first thought he was dead.
“Wizard, are you sane?” I asked
The wizard then instantly looked up and looked at my face, staring upon the room like a wild animal that only had just seen it looking at me once more and said “Oh… sorry I've been very sleepy lately” in a calm tone.
“Do you want a quest?” he then asked in a suspicious tone.
I said yes with a grin.
He then seemed like he was writing something down on a paper and handed me a pretty sketchy quest saying “You must travel to Haqwerz to find a tall village of trees who'll speak.”
I then looked at him suspiciously and said “Ok..” and asked where Haqwerz was.
The wizard looked at me while seeming like he was drawing something and handed me that same paper saying “Look! It's right here on this map!”

I actually liked that so I'm gonna continue it-
“A wizard sends a knight on a fake quest out of boredom. ”

As I waltzed up to the wizard's castle, to find the quest to find a princess, I saw he was laying on his bed, bored playing with little dolls. Seeing him doing this, I at first thought he was dead.
“Wizard, are you sane?” I asked
The wizard then instantly looked up and looked at my face, staring upon the room like a wild animal that only had just seen it looking at me once more and said “Oh… sorry I've been very sleepy lately” in a calm tone.
“Do you want a quest?” he then asked in a suspicious tone.
I said yes with a grin.
He then seemed like he was writing something down on a paper and handed me a pretty sketchy quest saying “You must travel to Haqwerz to find a tall village of trees who'll speak.”
I then looked at him suspiciously and said “Ok..” and asked where Haqwerz was.
The wizard looked at me while seeming like he was drawing something and handed me that same paper saying “Look! It's right here on this map!”
I then stared at him at first having some thoughts that he was lying to me about this whole quest being real but then I remembered, this is the most professional wizard in all of the land, why if he were to give out false quests, anybody would!
I then took both papers gratefully I had picked such a good wizard bowing saying “Thank you my good man for giving me such a kind quest for free”
and then walked down the stairs happily.
The wizard said bye, then laughed evilly when he remembered that he had sent me to the worst land of them all, Haie Tarot, the land of the dead.

I on the other hand whistled for my horse to come over and looked at the map and started traveling to Haqwerz, the land of the ‘happy’ as it said on the map. My horse was a mighty stead for sure, she never left by my side and seemed to smile when I did. I loved my horse like a sister.
*oop gotta do a word war brb*

“A unicorn tries to become human”
As I gallop across the mighty horizon of grass under my feet, I see a wizard strolling across the grass just like I, and I run with my mighty four strong legs to ask him if, and only if, he has a potion or a remedy to fix the problem I am in. Which is that no matter what I read or what I ask nobody answers me when I say I, the mighty unicorn wish to become a human. Am I unhearable?
Anyways, at some point, I think the noise of my galloping caught his attention and then I asked, this time rather kindly if he the nicer-looking wizard could tell me something that would help me become a human. I stared at him excitedly wondering if this guy will give me my potion to become human, wondering if this would be my chance.
Yet this one like any other just looked at me, except this time said the words “A unicorn can't become a human! It's an absolute taboo!”
“A taboo?” I asked with my kind horse-like voice.
“Yes indeed! It is something that'd give a wizard the worst reputation in years and I don't plan on ruining mines.”
I then gathered several apples and gave them to the wizard.
“If you turn me into a human you can keep these” I exclaimed pleadingly.
The wizard then looked at me with a stern look and said “Look kid, I can't turn you into a human. Also you unicorns don't know how to speak. Just leave already!”
I whimpered as I stared upon this cold, hard-as-a-block man while I grabbed the apples I had originally put onto his vest and left.
“Why didn't he like me? And he seemed to not understand me either. Are us unicorns just that hard to get?” I mumbled to myself.
What do we sound like? The horses?
I cried at the possibilities my voice actually had sounded like. I don't think the humans sound that nice either but I never told them that myself. I just whispered to myself “That one sounds weird” and walked away.
I never straight up went to them and said “You don't know how to speak! Leave!” and walked away. And those were good apples too…
Maybe that was just a mean wizard. And he could understand me! Yeah, that's it! Maybe only wizards can understand me! Alrighty well, there is the problem. I knew everybody liked unicorns~