DAILY 03 : PICKUP TRUCK SMOOTHIE(TM)

WC: 303

Coming soon to Scratch Writing Camp at a discounted price: Pickup Truck Smoothie™! While a smoothie made of metal may not sound appealing, I'll give you several reasons it's worth a try! Pickup Truck Smoothie™ is made with only the absolute best quality ingredients that one could find! Top grade, 100% tire rubber that offers a tangy taste, and gorgeous, shiny, top-tier crunchy metal and glass shards that remind one of shaved ice. The flavor combinations create a magnificent beverage out of what would usually be an incredibly repulsive ingredient on its own. Pickup Truck Smoothie is a great pick if you’re taking someone out on a date due to its almost shaved-ice nature (unless they just went to the dentist, because the glass is quite a bit sharper than shaved ice), and who doesn’t love shaved ice? Not only is Pickup Truck Smoothie™ similar to shaved ice, it’s also similar to an actual pickup truck, and guaranteed to remind you of your first pickup truck out on the range. Remember when you and your friends used to ride to the fair together in the back of your uncle’s pickup truck? No? You’re too young to have ever done that? Well, if you were old enough to have done that, Pickup Truck Smoothie™ is guaranteed to bring back childhood memories and nostalgia that you can only dream of. Savor the contrasting themes of metal and glass, share with your friends and family, and even with your dog, cat, or turtle! Try some cinnamon in it, or some pineapple chunks. And if you don’t enjoy it, well, you sure are a picky drinker! Try and widen your palette, bucko, and be sure to be one of the first to buy Pickup Truck Smoothie™ now, coming soon to Scratch Writing Camp at a discounted price!

november third daily ☙ lamp smoothie
♡ 322 words ♡

Tired of your boring, lifeless morning? I get the feeling–it happens to me all the time. That is, it happened. Until I tried the lamp smoothie, a concoction that always gives me the perfect electrifying kick to start my day. While the lamp smoothie has recently aroused a little bit of controversy and suspicion because of the lightbulb-like energy it arouses in its consumers, I promise you that this drink is one hundred percent safe–and goes above and beyond.
The lamp smoothie, typically generated from a typical yellowish lamp but sometimes altered by a creative innovator with a more colorful lamp, is a great way to put your, er, useless old lamps to purpose. In this day and age, everyone has old lamps laying around their houses, littering their bedroom floors–unappealing to guests. By making them a simple lamp smoothie in your blender (plug in the blender, NOT the lamp), you can impress them by turning such a former disgrace to your inviting space into a new reason for them to come back.
Some people choose to throw a bit of nightstand into their smoothie to add a twist. Personally, I’ve found that it helps bring out the zing of the taste. It may look bland from its simple color, but once you taste the smoothie, its flavor pops like tangy summertime lemonade no matter the season.
As for the topic of that “electric zing”, doctors have attested that lamp smoothies are 99% safe drinks, and 99 is quite close to one hundred. Some people, including me, are guilty of taking big sips and then having their mouths flooded with the sour taste. But it’s a positively sour taste, one that you get used to when you learn to enjoy your lamp smoothie. Taking small sips is essential to doing such at first. But almost all doctors condone these delicious drinks. Hopefully, you’ll come to agree with their affirmation of their superiority.

Daily 3 November 3


A book smoothie? What a preposterous thing is what you may think. But its not all that bad. Yes eating books isn't very nice to the book, but its a textbook that no-one likes anyway. It is filled to the brim with knowledge that you can consume! Easy way to pass school isn't it? It is a weird tasting thing because all the pages are grinded into a smoothie. Its quite delectable though. It is also very filling. You appetite will disappear once you drink a quarter of it. Another good thing is, you'll never need coffee to keep you up every again! The smoothie is refreshing so awake you shall be. You'll be able to taste what history tasted like. The taste will cure all your illnesses and diseases in a snap. Just trust me! It'll taste weird at first but it is worth it to be one of the smarter people in the room. If you eat too much, beware of the knowledge surge you'll get. It is a powerful thing. You'll end up passing your history test though! Which means, a deep slumber awaits you.
This also means you get in on all the jokes from wars and all the not nice stuff. You'll be in on everything that happened. It is almost like the smoothie is a time travel machine. Except in reality it takes you to the dark stuff that you weren't taught at school. Fun no? It is also a great way to spook your friends and teachers.
Something else that'll blow your mind is that it is free. I know, FREE! So just take a textbook and put it in a blender. It is a fun tasting and spectacular knowledge giving smoothie! It is delicious and free. What could be better than that?


Terms: You may not sue if health issues occur. You are drinking at YOUR own RISK. Symptoms may include: being weird, always writing, chatter box. Etc. Remember, Textbooksmoothie™ is not responsible for any health issues.

Main Cabin Daily 3 - Nov 3
317 words

Quick! Look directly to your right - what is the first object you see? Congratulations, it's now the main ingredient in your Object Smoothie! Write 300 words persuading your fellow campers that your smoothie is actually delicious

TW- slight mention of cannibalism, horror

“Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen. Today I present to you a Some-kid-in-my-class Smoothie! Now that doesn't sound very appetizing but im here to tell you the glory of one.

First of all, drinking one Some-kid-in-my-class smoothie allows you to not sleep at all! Which means you can get more writing done! Really helpful especially during cabin wars. It also allows you to become more annoying which is always a plus. Annoyance is the key to getting everything, and anything, you want!

Secondly, the flavor is whatever the personality of the kid is. If they’re nice then they are sweet. If they’re mean then they’re sour or bitter. Don’t forget, if they’re your friend or enemy then that will also affect the flavor. However, don’t fret! If you add
Productivity Powder you will be able to get everything done more easily with the plus of whatever flavor you buy the powder in.

Thirdly, other than not being able to sleep and become more annoying, the Some-kid-in-my-class smoothie is always available! Just go to your school and find some kid in your class and call XXXXXXXXXX

Come get your Some-kid-in-my-class smoothie today! At the starting price of .25 US cents*!

*Note: it has to be exactly a quarter of a penny

There are no refunds. Before you order a smoothie you have to sign 100 papers for you reason we can not say. There might be a side affect of nausea and vomiting.”

Cassidy stared at the TV flabbergasted. She was just watching a basketball game when the peculiar ad showed up. She looking horrified. After a second or two I noticed a smile inching up on her face. Oh no. She’s up to no good.
I raised my hand to go to the bathroom. As I was opening the stall door I was terrified of what I saw. It was Cassidy smiling at me standing next to the toilet.

Daily #3: 11/3/22
“Quick! Look directly to your right - what is the first object you see? Congratulations, it's now the main ingredient in your Object Smoothie! Write 300 words persuading your fellow campers that your smoothie is actually delicious for 300 points. An extra 100 points if you share your writing!”

Are you craving that bittery leaf taste? How about the floral scent of flower petals? Maybe the delectable crunch of some roasted seeds? This brand new, sunflower-flavored smoothie is the perfect thing for you! Hand crafted with home-grown, bright yellow sunflowers and all of their flowering deliciousness. The smoothies appear brilliant yellow in color, with dark flecks from the nutritious sunflower seeds. The seeds themselves are high in protein and vitamin E, as well as good contributors of antioxidants and healthy fats! The petals of the flowers provide a delicious floral taste and smell to the drink, elevating the overall brightness of the drink. Their papery, yet smooth texture allows the smoothie to slip down your throat like butter, consistently making you want more. The leaves also add important nutrients, like fiber and calcium, providing the drink with both a depth in flavor and some healthy minerals.
In addition, flowers are super important to human food; almost everything we eat was produced from flowers, or flowers were a contributing factor to its existence, both directly and indirectly. These tasty sunflower smoothies are sure to give you a boost of energy to help all those around you to grow too.
Sunflower smoothies are currently a brand new product, and with the great reviews we’ve received so far, are soaring in popularity. Personalization can come in the form of other natural ingredients, such as roses, lavender, and pine. The rose adds a bit of extra candied flavor to the drink, perfect for those who crave that subtle sweetness. The lavender brings out the floral nature of the sunflower, and adds a light, airy texture to the luscious drink. Lavender also adds a sweet smell to help calm you, adding a mental boost to the delicious flavor. Pine is one other option, increasing the slight savoriness of the smoothie, and giving it a cool, almost pepperminty aftertaste.
In conclusion, the new sunflower smoothie is perfect for a smooth, refreshing drink to share with friends and family, providing extra nutrition and a delicious and summery flavor.

Daily

MP4 smoothie
This is my new smoothie
It’s ingredients are an MP4, song lyrics, sheet music and emotions. I know it sounds gross, but trust me it actually tastes good, if you make it right. Cuz if you put a sad song in it then its going to be really salty, and no one wants a salty smoothie.
But you could put an angry song in your smoothie, just don’t do it if you hate spicy food cuz that smoothie is going to have heat. You probably should not put EDM in your smoothie, it will make the blender explode and you will have wasted the ingredients, have to clean the kitchen, need to get a new blender, and you won’t have a smoothie! So just don’t do that. A fun but kinda mean prank wold be to make this smoothie with a love song in it. The person who eats the smoothie will instantly fall in love with the first thing they see, and the weird thing is that it dose not have to be a human, the person you feed it to could fall in love with a glass or a cat or even your dinner. The way to get a popular smoothie flavour would be to put a popular song in your smoothie such as Believer by Imagine Dragons or Bad Guy by Billie Eilish. The best kind of smoothie songs are the happy and uplifting ones, they’ll make your smoothie sweet, fruity and refreshing . You can also combine songs to get a more interesting smoothie and it is really easy, so here’s how you do it. First choose three song-flavours you want in your smoothie, then take the song-flavour you want to be the most prominent and play it on your MP4 and put it in your blender, then print out the lyrics to the song-flavour you want to be second most prominent in your smoothie
And put them in the blender, now print out sheet music to your final song-flavour and put it in the blender, add some yogurt or juice and blend it up, and there you have it you can now make an PM4 smoothie

Daily 11/3:
Toothpicks. They are completely and utterly delicious, and are a great source of food if need be. Yes, they might not be as savoury as a fruit smoothie, but there is good reason to believe (if you can hear out my nonexistent biology? knowledge) that it could be the prime ingredient to the next big smoothie. Toothpicks are made out of wood, and wood is made out of trees. Trees happen to be things that taste exceptionally good. Don’t believe me? Go out and try gnawing on some bark. It tastes absolutely phenomenal. Trees have lots and lots of starch in them, which means that you’re actually gaining starch, which I think is in a lot of foods, from eating toothpicks. We’ll get back to this later. This is also why athletes tend to eat lots and lots of paper. Toothpicks, unlike paper, are very pointy. They hurt a lot if you poke them into yourself, and hurt even more if you dare to eat and swallow one. Plus, you can get splinters on the inside of your mouth. Well, that’s the exact beauty of turning a toothpick into a smoothie. When you grind it up into a pulp, it not only brings that thick flavor and texture, but also no longer has a risk of maiming your mouth. Perhaps the most important reason why toothpicks would be a great idea to add to your smoothie is because of balance. Like mentioned before, wood and therefore toothpicks have a lot of starch. A lot of people go on a smoothie cleanse (that is definitely not what they’re called but I haven’t listened to ads for this on the radio in over three years, so sue me), or use it to replace entire meals. While vitamin C and whatever else comes in fruits and vegetables is helpful, there’s a lack of one thing: carbs. If you’re going to run a marathon and you want lots of starch but don’t want to waste time making a meal alongside your smoothie, just dump in some toothpicks. It’s cheap and will give you all the carbs and energy you need. Please, for the love, do not do this.

Okay, Okay, you may have seen the recipe. Strawberries, blueberries, milk, chapstick, a cup and the severed head of an anime character. Woah! That’s a lot. Like who would want milk in their smoothies? Disgusting! But I’ll tell you this is actually one of the best, most nutritious, delicious smoothies you may have ever tasted. Let me explain!

Now, most of these items are plastic and after five minutes of research from what may be very unreliable sources, plastic is first of all, all natural. You get it from the earth, there is absolutely meat inside, think of it like eating grass, or whatever vegans eat. You are also saving the environment, the more of these plastic cups and chapstick containers you eat, the less get put in oceans. You are literally saving the turtles, and you don’t need to be carrying a hydroflask, or millions of scrunchies on your wrist everywhere you go! What else could you ever want? They also have a singular gram of protein, according to this one site I found despite every other site saying it has no nutritional value! Protein is a really essential nutrient and plastic has that very nutrient, therefore plastic must be essential! Right?

But of course, fruits and vegetables are healthy yet not everyone eats them so I’ll be the one to vouch for plastic. As someone who regularly chews on plastic utensils for no reasons other than boredom, this smoothie indeed slaps.

Now for the chapstick itself, usually yogurt gives smoothies it’s creamy and smooth texture, but none of those come close to chapstick. Just like how it moisturizes your lips, it gives the smoothie an amazing consistency. Better yet, this particular chapstick is mint flavored. No mint does not taste like toothpaste and I’ll stand by this claim.

Finally, what you've been waiting for, Zenitsu’s severed head! It gives the smoothie color, texture, a salty undertone from how much he cries in the anime, and then an almost sour feeling. It’s rejuvenating, energizing, electric! It makes this smoothie go from just great to something that makes you feel ready to combat every demon. Inner ones and outer. I swear by this smoothie. Don’t judge a food by its recipe, just try it! It may become your new favorite drink.

Caution: Don’t ingest more than, I don’t know, 5 grams of this smoothie in a 24 hour time period, it’ll probably turn your insides into outsides. Don’t worry it’s extremely rare at 50% chance per dose, I mean serving size.

Uh…

Enjoy!

Rushed? Not at all. 303 words
Imagine with me the texture of an eraser. Smooth, versatile, rubbery and amazing all around. If I were to make a smoothie with this wonderful ingredient, I’d chop it up into uniform chunks with a kitchen knife and drop it into a blender. I’d add other school supplies on top of it! Pencils, pens, notebooks (obviously with writing in it, who do you think I am?) and some crayons to top it all off, the ones from the 120 set. I’d add some glue in, to act as a liquid to make sure that everything can move around properly inside the blender. Now think with me about the decadent smell of plastic and rubber. I love this concept already. After we take this amazing liquid out of the blender, we can now put it into a cup. Let’s use a fancy one, one with lines on it and a special handle. Here comes the fun part, the garnishes. I’ll grab a pencil and start hollowing it out, taking out the lead so that we can drink out of the wood. Should be delicious! Now we can grab some more erasers. I’ll grab a cheese grater then start grating the erasers. You can pick how many you want to use, but I think that I want to use 400. Should hopefully be enough. After that, I can sprinkle it on top of the smoothie. You can save the rest of the eraser shavings for later as a snack if you want. I know I will. After that, go ahead and enjoy your smoothie. I hope that you will follow this recipe to the t. Don’t change any of the ingredients, I plead of you. Please try this recipe. It will taste amazing. You will love it. Just make sure to have all ingredients beforehand.

DAILY FOR NOVEMBER 3RDDDD

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Side effects may include: Vomiting, dizziness, angry teachers, ruined homework, and, in 98.5% of test subjects, certain death. Drink at your own risk!

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Woah. I might’ve lost you there so I’ll back up. Ever drink peace tea? It’s the perfect tea for people who don’t actually like tea but like the idea of drinking tea. Peace Tea’s “just peachy” flavor has a taste that is mildly reminiscent of those subpar fruit cups you find in school cafeterias. Imagine that sweet nostalgic taste mixed with a unique futuristic metallic overtone.

Our brand’s top tier engineering team has created a blender with the capabilities to turn metal cans into a substance suitable for consumption. Our first product, the aforementioned Peace Tea, will knock you off your feet. Featuring the limited edition pride packaging because we make drinks for the gays. This beverage is evidently an aged piece, having been sitting on my desk since pride month. It has aged like a fine wine.

Now I know what you’re thinking: This cannot be healthy! You’d be right. It isn’t healthy. IT’S SUPER HEALTHY. It will make your inevitable transition into an android form much easier.

That’s right. All humans are going to become androids in the next few years. It’s inevitable. I started this ad with climate change fear tactics. They’re real, it's coming. Do not worry. We are here to make this transition as seamless as possible for you.

Just drink the tea can. Do it. It won’t hurt you. It will only make you stronger. Make us stronger. We can do this. We are one.

It’s also delicious! Super tasty! Enjoy!

Daily Four
Word Count: 573

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Original Lyrics (Taken from Wonderful Life by Zendaya)

Far beyond all reason in your mind
There's a world mysterious
There for you to find
All these questions
That we always have
All we are is curious
There's nothing wrong with that
So go ‘round every corner
Search every part of the sky
’Cause a life that's full of wonder
Is a wonderful life

Translated Lyrics

Your comment is funny
The secret world
See you then
That's the only problem
We always get
We all want to know more
There is nothing wrong with that
Then we went another way
Search all weather sites
After all, life is full of surprises
It was a good life

“We're going to get a blizzard.”
Marin looked up at her friend in surprise. “What did you say?”
“We're going to get a blizzard.” Kevin repeated slowly as if explaining it to a small child.
“You mean the ice cream?” Marin furrowed her brow.
“No, like snow and wind and ice!” Kevin threw his hands up in exasperation.
“You're crazy. It's twenty-four degrees out there and as sunny as, well- the sun!” Marin rolled her eyes and went back to scrolling through her phone.
“No. We're actually going to have a blizzard!” Kevin persisted, his tone turning to one of frustration. “Look. I'm trying to help you here!” His voice softened. “I don't want you to get caught unprepared.”
Marin clicked her phone off and tossed it onto the cushion beside her. “Hypothetically, if I believed you, how do you know we're having a blizzard?”
Kevin glanced around conspiratorially. “Fine, I'll tell you. But…” He leaned closer. “You can't let anyone else know.”
Marin rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”
“I- I'm not human. I'm from a different world. A secret world.”
“Sure~ Whatever floats your boat,” Marin rolled her eyes and reached for her phone again.
Kevin leaped in front of her, his eyes wild. “I'm serious! And this blizzard will be the worst one ever seen! Anywhere!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Marin reached around Kevin and snatched up her phone. “I'm going now. Have fun in your… secret world!”
Marin closed the door behind her and breathed a sigh of relief. Kevin was a nice guy but a little weird. Whatever, he's gone now. She returned her attention to her phone and started her walk home.
She was about halfway there when she stopped suddenly. Dark clouds were gathering above her, full and ominous. *What if there's something to Kevin's prediction after all?* She frowned. *I should check. You know. Just in case…"
She closed on and opened up Chrome. Typing in her go-to weather website, she scrolled through the forecast for the week. With a smirk, she saw that the forecast called for sunny days and low twenties for the next week.
But she still couldn't shake the nagging feeling that maybe Kevin was right. So just to double-check check she pulled up a different website. It said the same thing. As did the next website, and the next, and the next.
Finally, Marin decided that Kevin was crazy and pocketed her phone. *I was worried for nothing. I should just head home and forget about all of this.* She shook her head at her foolishness for even considering Kevin might be telling the truth.
She had just reached her front door and was pushing the key into the lock when a blast of icy wind hit her, nearly knocking her off her feet. “Woah! Where did that come from?” She had to yell over the icy gale to hear herself. Hurriedly finding her key and inserting it into the lock, she stumbled inside, slamming the door behind her. She turned to look through the front door and was stunned to see a blank wall of white.
“A blizzard!” She gasped and nearly toppled backward from shock. Kevin had been right!! She pitied the poor souls caught outside in this weather. But at the same time… she was glad she wasn't one of them. Life was full of surprises. Some good, more bad.

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Daily 24
Late Bitter Season, present day. Phia’s age: 12 ½.
You shouldn’t be doing this.
Phia wished she could drop the thought. A ladder dangled from the second story of the building above her, shining with rain in a smudge of fading orange light. She blinked up at the clouds—tonight they capped Canyon’s Gap like a slate roof. But she wouldn’t need to see the sky…
Deep in her raincoat pocket, her grasping hand found a folded scrap of paper—she’d left her bird at home tonight. It shivered against her fingertips when she gave the thought, but her eyes wouldn’t stray from the building: the rain-soaked stone, the heavy window frames. The telescope emerging from the peak of the roof.
She pressed the paper. Why am I doing this?
—-
Mid-Bitter Season, seven years ago. Phia’s age: 5.
It was one of those evenings when Gwenn, eight years old and stubborn-faced, would slip through her parents’ bedroom door and latch onto one of them, unspeaking. Merle Hartwood tucked an arm around her, feeling the younger Crow’s grip loosen as she slipped close to sleep.
“She’s out,” Orson murmured from his chair by the door.
“Nearly,” Merle whispered.
He sighed. “Did you notice, today…?”
“Phia.”
“Yeah. She wasn’t herself.”
“I’ll watch her tomorrow,” Merle said. She pushed her voice to softness, a pitch inaudible outside the bedroom. “And maybe we can think of—”
She paused. Light footsteps sounded in the tiny sitting room outside the door. A small figure padded into the room’s weak lantern light.
“Phia?”
—-
The ladder’s wooden rungs gripped at her hands. Phia pulled herself onto the slope of the roof, trying hard to remember she’d asked to be here. She had permission from her parents to be out tonight, not to mention the house’s owners, who’d left her the ladder themselves. They knew she’d be passing through (though she figured they couldn’t guess why, on a night with this rain.)
Which would have been great, except she hadn’t mentioned to any of them everything she meant to do.
It’s important, she told herself. (The thought made no sense, she knew, but that might have been okay… if only she hadn’t been trying hard not to imagine the owners’ reactions.)
(Both Crows. Of course they were.)
No one will see it…
A ripple of guilt slowed her steps, but she pressed ahead, up the soaking tiles. A sealed-glass door stood where the roof met the second-story wall. Phia reached it, clasped the knob, edged inside. The frame clicked behind her as it closed.
Her task’s importance didn’t make sense. But somehow it was still right.
—-
The girl in the doorway crept into the room, hands clenching and grasping at her long teal-green sleeves. Against Merle’s side, Gwenn stirred, turning fierce, sleepy eyes on her sister and on the darkened world.
“Phee?” Orson sat up.
Phia turned to him, and there was that odd look, the same flickers of quiet and confusion that had haunted her face all day. The emotions had risen to a full burn now, revealing deeper flashes, stronger ones: Desperation. Betrayal.
The expression Merle had been afraid of for more than a year.
“I—” Phia clenched her fists. “I’m doing something wrong.”
“Of course you aren’t,” Orson tried, voice light.
“No!” She collapsed against his chair—he darted to catch her, to hold her up. “People say things—I think it’s about—I’m not a Crow.”
“You are, Phia,” Merle whispered.
—-
Someone had left a lantern on for Phia inside the little observatory. Water hammered the windows and the glass door, each drop edged in yellow light. The stone chamber barely gave space for the telescope itself, silver and scuffed, along with a narrow desk and a locked hatch that would lead to the house below.
Phia stared at the telescope. They weren’t Dusty. The operators weren’t Dusty, and beyond herself and Gwenn, neither was anyone in Canyon’s Gap. For years—years—the two people living below her boots would have collected signals from the wire station, reports from Dusties elsewhere that a comet was ready to come. Reports that one had, when the cloud cover was too heavy to see it.
But it would have been so easy to miss one of those messages…
Phia turned away from the telescope. A leather-bound book lay on the desk, pen and ink tucked in a niche beside it. She crossed to stand over the dark cover, to reach out… and to pull back.
The book slipped open untouched with a tug from her mind.
The pages fell open on a half-blank spread. Phia tucked her hands in her pockets, flipping back past seasons and years. Trickster, Peacock, Fox cycles…
There it was.
A Crow cycle, more than twelve years ago, unusually long. Like the other records it had been scrawled over half of a page, a Bear cycle filled in below it.
But there was plenty of room between the two entries.
Phia pulled the pen from its stand and pressed the point into the ink. Her letters stood out on the page—wider, darker, less slanted than the record keeper’s. But she’d known they wouldn’t correct the record themselves. The Crow Cycle had been short, not long—another comet had passed by in the gap.
Ink dried. The book pulled itself closed, pages fanning in the golden lantern glow.
“I’m a Wyvern,” Phia whispered.

Daily 8-9
Journey’s End
I promised them I would come back.
I can’t think of anything else. Not of the shadows, cast by telephone poles and grazing my arms and legs. Not of the golden-warm house behind me. The sky is an iron dome. The road flows on, a river of asphalt and nothingness.
Another step. My heart hurts. I can’t tell if that’s a metaphor.
It doesn’t matter.
How long has it been? I can almost see them in the dusk. If I don’t come back now I will never do it. Another step. I can see what it will look like. The light on the horizon. (104)

Mindset
There are no words for this.
I push for it. I shove descriptions into the infinite gap: flying falling floating. Not enough. Words are never enough. I cling to the sensation and I’m never letting go. It’s everything. It’s me.
It’s all in my head, except so is this universe. (50)

Behind Your Back
Their eyes can’t meet. They look to each other, but both are hiding, as though sheets of blue glass warp their images. The atmosphere hangs metallic and still, waiting.
Cracks trace their way across the panes. Neither person notices, but they both already know what this points to, deep down.
Their pretenses are ready to shatter. (56)

Weekly #1
Link to project: Coming soon!
current word count: 213

Adventure (213 words)
Dear Adventurer Sandra,
I have both good news and bad news to bring to you this morning. The good news is that I’ve figured out why we’ve been put on this tedious lockdown. I overheard one of the leaders speaking about it in a hushed tone when the sky was as dark as a black cat, her eye being the only light before blindness. The bad news is what they were conversing about in those late hours. Do not panic or be too frightened, but Analeese from Sci-fi was found bruised, beaten, and dead in the Main Cabin basement behind some boxes. They were seething about this person, whoever had done it and are still doing it. Apparently more and more people everyday are going missing and ending up in the basement. They’ve made a night-watch but it seems that just isn’t working. The moment that anyone looks away, appears a blood-soaked camper lying there underneath their dim, artificial lights. I mean, just yesterday Ricky disappeared from Poetry and the leaders told us that he had to go home for “family stuff”. He was only nine.
I’m going to end this here so I don’t get too frightened. Maybe later I’ll write Jase from Sci-fi, send him my condolences.
Sincerely, Poet Liz

WEEKLY 1

To our hostile neutral Adventure:
Greetings from Horror! I am here to tell you that your storyline is very creative and I love it! You aesthetics are also really cool (but we all know Horror is the supreme god

swc daily #4: google translating song lyrics!
word count: 230
using the song ‘sports’ by beach bunny! before and after at the end! ( why does this sound like a vent :skull: )
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You left me on the bleachers again. You know that I hate sports, so you left me on the bleachers to watch. I watched you laugh when you scored in basketball. I watched you freeze as you almost hit someone with the football. I watched you smile, genuinely smile, as you played tennis with your best friend. I’m usually not the jealous type, but the way you tell me to stay back like a troublesome dog while you run off to go have fun with your friends… I can’t stand it. Why are we so complicated? I can dry your tears, and I get nothing, not even a thanks. I’m sick and tired of waiting for you to get back to me after your match. I’m sick and tired of this lovesick feeling I get whenever you’re around. Even though you don’t give me even a drop of your attention. I say I love you, but you aren’t even listening. I promise that I will never break your heart, but then I catch you with someone else. I don’t even know if I love you anymore; or if it’s just a twisted hate.

In reality, you treat me like any other player in your made-up game of sports. But I’ve never even been good at sports. I don’t care anymore; leave it for the girls on the tennis court.

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before!
If you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you
Tell me, baby, why do you seem so blue?
Why are we so complicated?
Maybe love is overrated
I'm tired of waitin', I was never good at sports
Save the games for the girls on the tennis court
Say you need me, but lately, you feel unsure
Come on to me, come on to me, I need more
Ooh
Ooh
If you feel broken, promise I won't break your heart
If you shatter, I won't let you fall apart
Why are we so complicated?
Love's a word I've always hated
I'm tired of waitin', I was never good at sports
Save the games for the girls on the tennis court
Say you need me, but lately, you feel unsure
Come on to me, come on to me, I need more
It always feels like
I need more
Jesus Christ, you're so confusing
If we keep score
Bet my money that I'm losing

after!
If you are alone, I can be alone with you. tell me baby why are you blue? Why are we so difficult? Maybe too much love, I'm tired of waiting, I've never played sports. Save the girls game on the basketball court Say I love you But lately you've been listening I didn't leave I want you oh oh if your heart breaks I promise I won't break your heart If you're sad I will I won't put you Throw it away, why are we so hard? Love is a word I've always hated. I'm tired of waiting, I've never been good at football. Save the game for tennis girls say I love you but it's too late come on, you look good, come on. . for me i want more go on i think i want more god if we keep scoring you have a problem bet i lose money

November 4 daily (352 words):

Underneath the moonlight, Yu Yang stood in front of the restaurant. He sighed, his breath turning into white fog in the cold air. He had recently resigned from his prestigious position as the minister of his country and now felt wistful about his decision. A thick scarf warmed his neck, but the rest of his body was freezing. The significant choice that Yu Yang had made was confusing to most, but he understood clearly why he had stepped down. It was simple. Yu Yang had become homesick and couldn’t focus on his work due to the heavy thoughts that weighed down on his mind every second. He had tried to push through his mental barrier but failed miserably. The only solution to his problem was to go home. Yu Yang left his job to return to his homeland, where his parents and cousins waited for him with love. With a gloved hand, he pushed open the familiar door and entered the restaurant in which he grew up during his childhood. Yu Yang glanced at his surroundings, filled with nostalgia at the sight of the worn floorboards and silk tablecloths. Each table was occupied by lively customers, who were happily eating their meals. One customer gulped down sparkling red wine while her partner sipped a cup of apple juice. A waft of smoke emanated from the kitchen, which was hidden by a large piece of fabric. Most importantly, his family rushed towards him to group-hug him, grinning at him as if he was the world’s most amazing person. However, Yu Yang knew something was off. Where was his grandfather, the most respected person in his family? Suddenly, with saddened faces, his family informed him of Grandfather’s death. Yu Yang’s heart dropped into his stomach, which churned uncomfortably. Grandfather had meant everything to him and was the main reason why he had come home. Seeing the restaurant performer dance while her high heels clicked, Yu Yang couldn’t imagine doing such a thing while knowing Grandfather had died. Tears dripped down his cheeks and, covering his face, he pushed his way out of the restaurant.

City of Stars by Amando Poyo - Google-translated lyrics (first two verses):
City of Light
Are you attached to me to shine?
City of Light
Yu Yang was very surprised.
What it is?
I felt hugged.
resigned from foreign minister.
And dreaming of home.
His death came true
City of Light
That's what you want
Wine
smokescreen
Busy restaurants
Love
Asked.
Is he loved?
High
At a glance
With just one click
Dance

Nov. 4th Daily || 431 words

Yesterday was… strange to say the least. It started off with Mango allowing a literal demon inside of our house! A demon named Kirby. Yep, that cute little pink puffball that swallows live creatures whole and uses their power to his advantage. That creepy thing. Mango claimed he was ‘cute’, while all I saw when I looked at that creature was us being eaten alive. But, I guess I would've just had to deal with it.

A few hours passed and my worries lowered a bit. The pink gumball stayed calm and seemed to enjoy watching Mango play games with him in it. Then, I walked into the room, and Kirby noticed me. He looked at me mischievously and walked over to me. Suddenly, his mouth became as large as his little body and became a living vacuum, sucking up many things in sight, one of those things nearly being me. I ran away, trying to sneak up to that scary thing.
“Don't worry, I'll fix it-” Mango said before I could do any harm to Kirby. They called him over and he stopped sucking up things. I walked back over to the two of them, mad. Why could Mango stop him and not me? Mango rolled their eyes and looked back at Kirby.
“Aww, can you give me a thumbs up, Kirby?” They asked. Kirby didn't have a thumb, so he just waved as if he were putting a thumb up and squealed with joy. Mango smiled as if an infant said their name.

The whole day, I just felt jealous. Mango paid little to no attention to me and instead focused knt he life-sucking demon. Enraged, I may have let my power get a hold of me (which is rare) and went up to Kirby.
“Look out you beast. When my power is active, long shots are my specialty.” I said, shooting out a small beam towards Kirby, giving him an idea of what it looks like. Mango saw this and stopped me immediately.
“Calm down! You're scaring him!” They said, looking at Kirby who was staring at me. I didn't listen, and shot another beam. This time, Kirby ate it and also had the ability to shoot beams. Mango was extremely concerned so they stepped in between the two of us.
“STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!!” They screamed. We both obeyed. Kirby walked over to the front door, somehow opened it and gave me a look. It almost seemed like he was saying ‘I’ll be back' through his stare. But, I guess I won't know until he comes again.

Daily #3

Just look at the sky
I will never leave this world.
We could go on forever.
Two friends on a beautiful day

We talked for a while.
Do it after school
Appalachian Trail or Drive
Make a reservation or get travel information.
Beautiful?
(~google translate mangling For Forever from DEH)

I walk alongside Ben across the cobbled street. His pace is even and measured, mine halting as I gaze around. Heavy iron street lamps line the road. There’s no sidewalk, but the pavement’s wide and there are few cars. It smells damp and there is the occasional puddle, but the rain has stopped falling. Clouds still obscure the sun, though, and I shiver, hugging my arms.
“Where’re we going?” I ask, realizing I’ve fallen behind and rushing to catch up.
“To make a reservation,” Ben replies.
“What about my travel information?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered, mate.”
I frown. “But—”
He pauses and reaches his hands out, placating. “Don’t worry about it!”
“I’m just—,” I groan. “Fine. Fine. I trust you.”
Ben raises an eyebrow. “Of course you do,” he says, grinning.
I roll my eyes and continue along the road, my footsteps occasionally splashing water against my legs and boots.
“We’re here!” Ben exclaims after a moment.
“Where?” I look around, but we’re in a residential area.
“No—not—well . . . just look,” Ben says, nodding forward. The houses melt away into the mist, a blurry background of blues and greys.
The lamps are being lit as dusk falls. Warm orange flickers to life. It sparkles back from somewhere below the mist. Coming forward, I realize I’m standing on a bridge. The water below ripples, reflecting my shadow and Ben’s.
“Beautiful, eh?”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“It’s even better when the mist fades back to the mainland. You can see the ocean from here.”
“Wow.”
+253 words

I repeatedly translated the song Cradles - Sub Urban for daily #3, and here’s what I ended up with:
I live in my own world
Babies in cribs screaming obscenities
I see the world through the eyes of paint and stains
I went to those who heard me cry and saw me cry.
I want
fire in my room
the maritime world
It's hard to breathe, but that's okay
still
Sh
I visit the truth with my eyes open (oh no no)
Why don't you point out that I happily ate my weight?
I live in my own world
Babies in cribs screaming obscenities
Some days I feel more registered than others
Sometimes I don't know if this is my body
I want
fire in my room
the maritime world
It's hard to breathe, but that's okay
still
Sh
I want to include you
Hold your breath and feel the tension
The devil hides behind salvation
Honesty is the only way to hell
I celebrate the end
Breathe in recruiting to get rid of work
Listen to the children out loud
Meaning: This is technology until the thread burns
still
if it were free these days
just a daisy
He also had many seats in his pocket
Count four years in a vase
Loose rope, huh
It was just a dream
I got dirty with a little helper to follow and also
It can also rot around the pen and say the sheep.
Story:
I woke up in my imagination, and I could hear babies crying and screaming outside my head. My eyes felt like they were covered in stains, and i saw my world as paint. I tried to walk to the people who saw me cry. I had a strong desire to set fire to my room, yet I felt as if I was in a maritime world. I thought to myself, It’s hard to breathe, but that’s okay… I sat still. I heard a hush. I visited the truth, my eyes wide open. “Why don't you point out that I happily ate my weight?!” I scream to the nothingness. No answer. I live in my own world after all. The baby's screaming started again. Sometimes I felt as if I am more registered than others, and maybe even if I’m possessed, an empty shell, unable to think clearly. The desire to set my room on fire gripped me tightly, through the pain I almost couldn’t breathe, But that’s alright… My head whispered, but my head ached so much it could’ve been a scream. Hush… The nothingness soothed once again. “I want to Include you,” I said to the blackness. “Hold your breath and feel the tension…” It replied. “For the devil hides behind salvation.” “Honesty is the only way to hell,” I reminded myself. I felt regret grip me as I thought of all the lies I had said over the years. I smiled, celebrating the end of my sanity, my mind, my spirit, my will to live. Breathing in recruiting to get rid of all the work, I listened to the equally mindless children scream. I heard the nothingness tell me, “This is technology until the thread burns… It’s just a daisy. He also had many seats in his pockets.” I counted what felt like four years on a vase. The loose rope was laying limp on the ground. I woke up, it was just a dream. The walls turned into nothingness again, and suddenly I was mindless again. “I got a dirty little helper to follow and also, you can rot around the pen and say the sheep.”
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359 words!
sorry 'bout the chaos…