POETRY FOR THE WINNN

daily 2, whooooo-

and yes i did first daily its in le mc comments




Scratch Writing Camp has been the biggest camp on Scratch since its creation at 2017, hitting the charts like there was no competition. “People are making dedicated accounts, and just getting really into it; for many, it's the reason they scratch,” interviewer Gecko Camfire confirms. From small rooms in a building in Typetown, the competing groups have stretched out to adventure centers, haunted aracades, mystic woods, an island that holds a small competition within itself: even its own celestial realms.

“I'm so glad it's developed into the community it is right now,” Candy Languageton, its founder, tells us. She, eight years on Scratch now, had retired after several sessions, but is still receiving many praises of thanks from the crowd. “Nothing much, to be honest,” she confessed when asked of her doings. “Just figuring out what I'm doing with my life which is very stressful family.”

The camp, or as the community calls it, “SWC”, has been expanding into Scratch territory, invading even Patchgriff's private island factory on the edge of Codetopia. The successful camp has left behind a fair amount of trophies at the Bragging Right Awards in Featured Valley.

But most question: is Scratch Writing Camp good for us? Should we join this reported-amazing camp? The answer to that, agreed by many of SWC's campers, is: yes, it is - if you use it right. Current host Birdii Bellevue explains, “SWC is all about writing and having fun with fellow writers. But sometimes we get a little off track and we sacrifice aspects of our own health, specifically sleep and mental health, to aid in this competition. I think it’s time we draw the line between mental/physical health and SWC.”

There is a reason SWC is popular. But if you find the equation “camp is better than life” makes sense, you might find yourself in the Fields of The Troubled.

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weekly. im so exhausted-

I /FINALLY/ FINISHED IT AAAAAAA

ONE THOUSAND, EIGHT HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE WORDS.

PHEEEEW OMG LOL


Arronax Sawyer
Steampunk Sanctuary
9962 Fantasy Sky
Scratchtopia

3 November 2022

Hey, Sawyer!

How’s life? Heard you got lots of - what are they called? - gears, whatever they are. Been a while since I’ve heard from you. Are you still keeping that ferocious gryffin as a pet?

I’m positive with covid, but I’m still in the competition. Team Stanza for the win! Nobody’s out yet, though. It’s still such an honor to be in the first camp!

I hope you’re safe in that absurdly haphazard house of yours. The steam and gadgets are a little much, and I haven’t even mentioned the animals yet. Well, all right, once. Only once, at the front. Do you share rooms with your friends or what? Don’t tell me they have those pets too, Arronax!

Your mystified friend(& honored Poetrisland camper),
Brianna Colt



Lunar Celeste
Starren Hill
Dystopian Realm
Scratchtopia

3 November 2022

“Dear” Miss luNAr,

What and how have you been doing in that uncannily blinding yet confusingly transparent realm of yours? The three little celestials haven't even wELcoMed you there. And one of them is a betrayer of mangoes. You know I mean that one, pEaCheeSTAr.

A real question I've wanted to ask, actually, is whether it is a starry day or a bright night or an everlasting twilight there. Well? And to answer your last question, /no/, I have not yet been eliminated from the competition. As you can see from the address at the front, I am still in the isle. In Poetrisland. We're still in the second challenge, Lunar. Don't expect me to get kicked out so soon.

I suppose you're all elegant and delicate now. Farewell then. You know that would be the last straw for me.

Your eyebrow-raising enemy(aka the uneliminated camper from Poetrisland),
Brianna Colt



Zarra Bizz
Bi-Fi Cinema
87 Bizzaro Street
Scratchtopia

3 November 2022

Dear Zarra,

Well, hello, Bizz. How are your and your friends' brains doing, trying to make a plan to escape from that little Bi-Fi Cinema? Don't forget I got out of the horror arcade all right. And it was haunted and we got betrayed. It appears to me that a few of your “supporting leader” crew members are a little suspicious too?

So what was the movie you were going to watch, anyway? Did you have to pick one that has something to do with a crazy evil overlord who wants you to remain calm while his people march out of the literal movie? I might wish you luck, you definitely need some. Tell me you have the movie snacks there though. You told me they had special powers or something??

Your enemy(glad your Dystopain's enemy too, though) and Poetrisland camper,
Brianna Colt



Haunter Dusk
The Lost and Found Horror
13 The Underworld
Scratchtopia

5 November 2022

To Haunter

Hey, Haunter. How are you? All right in the Underworld? I still can't believe it, back on the day you wrote that bats and kittens came and fetched you, although I guess your new world's pretty cool. I wish your ghost well too. Good luck with the fireflies. Totally unfair of the Horror Council to take away his powers!

The competition back here at Poetrisland is going great. Nobody's been eliminated so far, even me, positive with covid. No symptoms though. Team Stanza for the win!

Again, good luck catching the fireflies. Have fun in the Underworld!

Your scared neutral, honoured Poetrisland camper,
Brianna Colt



Elizabeth Mirren
Script Theatre
1776 Music Play(ce)
Scratchtopia

3 November 2022

Er, good afternoon, Elizabeth?

Your - /old-fashioned/ mannerisms - might force you to be polite, but I can still very much be your long-lasting enemy. Teach me how to insult 1776 style, would you? I look forward to it. The fact that I am from the future here, though. Poor mailman.

I dunno how the mailman's gonna get this to you. There's a reason why I put 1776 in the adress. If this never gets to you, good. If it does, rip it in shreds and feed it to your Phantom guy. I didn't /want/ to write anyway. I am sick, hungry and bored. Not because of Poetrisland, obviously. I am /not/ quite out of the competition yet. I was not lying when I said I was chosen. My adress is proof.

Speaking of adresses…Music Play(ce)? A musical? Come on, you'd never get it done in time. If you do collect songs, either there would probably - most likely - no, definitely be either too long boring ones, and a small amount too, or you'll be running with too much songs and they're all short and weird.

I would wish you luck, and good luck too, but you've had too much of it.

Your enemy from the nice, uncursed future and first-session Poetrisland camper
Brianna Colt


Fae Maeve
Folklore Village
Forest Trails
Scratchtopia

6 November 2022

Hi there, Fae,

What's up? How are you doing in the woods? The trails?

The village you talked about sounds really exciting. And Lio's soup sounds totally delicious. You have to send me a bowl - do, won't you? - if you can/ But the circumstances - they're very mysterious, are they?. The tumble through the moss? The longing for help? A little frightening. You really all there? After that?

We're on our third challenge now in Poetrisland D Team Stanza for the win!

Fae, it's really has great to hear from you again,

Brianna Colt



Gray Asteria
The Mystery Express
Platform 9 Dusk Station
Scratchtopia

6 November 2022

Gray! HELLO >:0 Greetings from your absolute /favorite/ sibling. Glad you stopped at the station today. How else could the poor mailman take the letter? Anyway, mom wrote to me and told to tell you that she wishes us a happy New November. You know November for her. And she also asked me to tell you that she likes ME better >DD Obviously-

JUST KIDDING JUST KIDDING JUST KIDDING GRAY GRAY PLEASE DON'T KILL ME NO DON'T YOU DARE COME AFTER-

Uuhhhhhh, how about we go back to subject? What was it again? Me being your favorite sibling? Yeah, let's talk about that. Or maybe the train you're going on! Yup!

With your middle name being ‘detective’, how could you not have solved this - get this! - /mystery/? Hm? Something really fishy going on there.

Now about me! We're at our third challenge. Nobody's out yet >:0 proof is my addres! At the back of my letter.

On that subject, writing back should be easy, right? Brianna Colt, Poetry's Isle of Fame, 19 Poetrisland, Scratchtopia. There. Now you can't forget.

Please don't kill me(What about I get Hi-Fi not to rob your train? Good enough?),

Your very /loving/ sister,

Brianna Colt



Destry Cypher
Sci-Fi Simulation
110727 Metapixel_SCP.EXE
Scratchtopia

6 November 2022

Hi there, Destry,

I hope you're reading this right now. That the magical mailbox delivers, even there, in the Metaverse. In a simulation. Cypher, how are you doing there? I got word that Peggy's found a new lead. I hope she reaches you in time. For what? I don't know. Before you turn into pixels that actually disappear?

Please write me a reply. I'm sincerely worried. I hope a friend reaches you. Not me! I won't risk dying for you. Kidding! I mean, in all seriousness, I wouldn't. Actually. You have siblings, right?

Best wishes from your heartless yet worried neutral,

Brianna Colt



Olive Erin
The Real-fi Inn
9 Tabletop Road
Scratchtopia

6 November 2022

Morning, Olive,

Hello from Poetrisland!

So, you finally found somewhere to (momentarily, I know you) stay, huh? I'm quite glad you stopped roaming those dreadfully cold streets. It's winter, my dear Olive! The Real-fi Inn. Sounds cozy. And Re, Cherri, and LJ seem nice(But still, you never know! They might, what trap you in?). Send me a bowl of something warm from there, will you?

Good luck finding the /mysterious/ person(Gee, sounds familiar, might it be my brother?). Don't forget to ccasollect the keys!

Yours neutral-y,

Brianna Colt



Ethan Sentry
Bloodstone Castle
Adventure Kingdom
Scratchtopia

6 November 2022

Hi, Cent. Rie. All right, Sentry! Ethan Sentry! A hello from Poetrisland from me. Hope it - it being this letter - reaches the Adventure Kingdom without any monster interruption. Or interception. They're different but mostly mean same in this case, right?

How are you? Slain any monsters yet? I hear even the castle gardens are not safe. Do be careful.

Continue your amazing work in the castle defense team. You're a Goldblood, right? Good luck in keeping the villages together.

Your Poetrisland camper slash ally friend to not battle with,

Brianna Colt



Wayne Bucker
Hi-Fi Train
Cowboy Tracks
Scratchtopia

6 November 2022

WE DON'T HAVE A TRAIN FOR YOU ROB SO JUST GET AWAY YOU SILLY BAG OF - gold?

WHAT ABOUT YOU GIVE SOME OF THAT TO ME, EH? EH?! YOU CROOKED CROOK, YOU - YOU - TRAIN ROBBER, I WILL BRING YOU TO THE STATION AND I WILL TELL MOM THAT YOU HAVE BEEN ROBBING!

NOW YOU'RE STOPPING! HERE! I CALLELD MOM, SEE? SHE'S ANGRY, HA! NOW MOM'S OUT TO GET YOU NOW! BAHAHAHAHA!

But honestly, send me something while you're at it. And not a bag of horse dung, wAYne

Your worst but slash and only sister(and mom's one and only /faaavorite/ childe)

Brianna Colt



Percy Jackson
like literally under the ocean just hand this letter to the fish or something the reciever is literally a demigod of the ocean
Scratchtopia

6 November 2022

Yawnnnnn, I'm so tired writing letters but HELLO FROM ABOVE THE WATER, aka the best island, aka Poetrisland, my dear friend Percy(yaknow you can just ask your dad for help {wheter he is the sea god or not you can still ask him seriously}).

No mood for writing but how are you, how is Annabeth, good luck on the expedition, hope you bring back the sample for your lab(visit me first if you get out tho please)

goodbye, sorry for the letter, your ally

Brianna Colt



Rose Baker
Naan-Fiction Breadhouse
17 Toast Street
Scratchtopia

6 November 2022

Hey, Rose! It's great to write to you How's working at that breadhouse? That criossant you sent me the other day - woahh *chafs kiss* it was so incredibly good, and the layers?? don't get me started on those, how did you improve at baking so much? You burnt down my kitchen heating a frozen meal the other day!

Send me something next time, I really like your pastries now.

Your proud and bread-hungry ally aka friend, aka the Poetrisland camper that you keep in touch with,

Brianna Colt



Goldrim Thyme
Fan-Fi Time Travel Agency
Somewhere That Is Definitely Not In Any Place On Earth
Scratchtopia

6 November 2022

Hi, Goldrim! I heard you can, what, time travel now?! That is crazy. Tell me more about the agency, please! It all sounds very…official :eyes:. Leaders and departments and bearings that are not earth? Come on!

I got picked as a camper for Poetrisland in Team Stanza! Don't think you'll hear from me soon, though. The address is unclear. I hope this reaches you ^^

Did you get, like, an hourlglass necklace or something? Like a Time-turner from Harry Potter? ‘Cause hat’d be totally sick :00

Your amazed and excited friend,

Brianna Colt

daily 4 XD

look-

original:

A duck walked up to a lemonade stand
And he said to the man runnin' the stand
"Hey! Got any grapes?“
The man said: ”No, we just sell lemonade
But it's cold, and it's fresh, and it's all home-made!
Can I get you a glass?“
The duck said, ”I'll pass.“
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day
”Bom bom bom bom bom babom“
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man runnin' the stand
Hey! (bam bam bam), got any grapes?
The man said: ”No, like I said yesterday
We just sell lemonade, okey?
Why not give it a try?“
The duck said. Good bye
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man runnin' the stand
”Hey! (bam bam bam) Got any grapes?“
The man said: ”Look, this is gettin' old
I mean, lemonade's all we've ever sold
Why not give it a go?“
The duck said: ”How about - no.“
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man runnin' the stand:
”Hey! Got any grapes?“
The man said: ”That's it! If you don't stay away, duck
I'll glue you to a tree and leave you there all day stuck!
So don't get too close!
The duck said, Adios
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
'Til the very next day
When the duck walked up to the lemonade stand
And he said to the man runnin' the stand
"Hey! Got any glue?“
”What?“ ”Got any glue?“ ”No, why would I - oh…“
”Then one more question for you:
Got any grapes?“
And the man just stopped
The he started to smile
He started to laugh
He laughed for a while.
He said: ”Come on, duck
Let's walk to the store
I'll buy you some grapes
So you don't have to ask anymore
So they walked to the store
And the man bought some grapes
He gave one to the duck
And the duck said: “Hmm, no thanks
But you know what sounds good?
It would make my day
Do you think this store
Do you think this store
Do you think this store
Has any lemonade?”
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle waddle
Then he waddled away - waddle waddle

translated just a lil:

the mouse goes to the lemon
where is the other going
"Hey! Wine!“
The man said no, we only sell lemons.
Cool, fresh and deep!
can i have a glass ,
The meat was told to go.
move it and pull it
”See you tomorrow.“
”Boom Boom Boom Boom“
When the mouse moves to the location of the lemon
where is the other going
Hello! (bang bang) wine?
The man said: ”This is not what I said yesterday.“
They only sell lemonade, right?
why not try it,
Churu said. Hello!
move it and pull it
move it and pull it
move it and pull it
”See you tomorrow.“
When the mouse moves to the location of the lemon
where is the other going
”Hey (bang bang bang) do you have wine?“
The man said: ”Look, it's old.“
In other words, only lemons were sold
why not try it,
Food says ”or not.“
move it and pull it
move it and pull it
move it and pull it
”See you tomorrow.“
When the mouse moves to the location of the lemon
He said one is happening there.
”Hey! Wine!“
The man said: ”That's right.“
Put it on the tree and leave it for the whole day.
So don't get too close.
14 asked to stay
move it and pull it
move it and pull it
move it and pull it
”See you tomorrow.“
When the mouse moves to the location of the lemon
where is the other going
”Hey! Shining!“
”what is?“ - Why. ”No, what should I do…“
”I just asked.
do you have alcohol
the man continued
they laughed
they laughed
smile a little
They said.
the stores should go home
I will buy you grapes
so don't ask me again
and went to the store
a grape seller
he gave me a mouse
Then the body said.
But do you know better?
make my day
What do you think of this store?
What do you think of this store?
What do you think of this store?
What is a lemon? ,
move it and pull it
move it and pull it
move it and pull it


:sob:

daily 8-9 nov

1.

I opened the creaky doors of the soccer stadium. Where was everyone? After wasting twenty minutes I took going up the bleachers, still nobody had arrived yet. What? I was, like, half an hour late!

The place was deserted. I decided to climb back down. As I reached for the rusty iron doors, they suddenly burst open. I screamed as a stampede of bright colors poured. Crowds trampled in, chattering and laughing. I saw several people wearing jerseys. The players! I thought, confused.

Okay, I really don’t get - Suddenly, I glimpsed my watch. Whaaaaat? I had been here for half a day? Twelve hours? Oh, wait…Wait a second…I had read the thing wrong and had come eight in the morning instead of…

As far as I could tell with the people’s talk, the gates had accidentaly been locked closed by the guards, and that’s why…

Oh, man!



2.

I hummed merrily, skipping along the country road. Suddenly, a blob fell from the sky. It seemed like a normal raindrop. But as I peeered down…it seemed bigger.

Bigger it got. It stretched out. It was duplicating. Every mini, mini second, it multiplied by two. Heh. Interesting. But I wasn’t about to let that stop me from my…

Whoa. In a few minutes, the blob got huge! I didn’t realize the problem in my hands until I was so stuck on my walk that I…yep, drowned.

So here I am, writing a letter from heaven. I wish you luck the next time you see a droplet!



3.
Baby shoes? They're expensive. So I made some out of alien poop instead yesterday.

daily 10 november. 470 words - i chose the constellation ursa minor <3

Shadows in the waters passed with every step he took. His feet moved slowly, and he lumbered on. His eyes adjusted to the eternal moonlight. The froth of the waves went up and down, drying on the sandy shores. Mysterious creatures grazed in the serene beach. The trees' silhouettes framed the scene.

A baby bear.

Even if he had just been born, he knew he had to leave. Leave this land, where the beautiful beach lapped on his feet, where the gentle white sands parted for his long, soft fur, where the mysterious slender creatures swiftly moved snd melted in the shadows. Where the sea stretched out, unending, with a single path of light, white from the moon, reflected.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Enjoying the soft breeze gently blowing on his little black nose and the endless dark sky, the eternal night, the way the moon acted as a sun; the way he was the only steadily breathing creature.

Like a wolf, he suddenly put his snout up in the air, opening his mouth to let out a silent howl. He opened his eyes to see stars upon stars in the constellation-filled sky. And he suddenly felt like he was missing something. He longed for something. A part of him was lost. His little boxy feet quivered, and gave way to his weight. His knees buckled down, and his round middle boxed to a square. Only his snout, in its silent howl, stood long and up.

In the dark sky glittering with stars, the bear looked for something. His black nose twitched. A roar seemed to emerge from the heavens. Down in a wave of low, gravelly comfort. The bear understood.

He longed for a brother or mother.

For family.

He looked up and a constellation glowed especially bright. Winking at him. And then it happened.

Another gravelly roar filled the sky with a low sound of comfort. It filled in the empty gaps and parted the hesitant clouds. The shimmering sea rose. Trees swayed alarmingly, slowly. The bear took a step forward.

With his snout still raised high to the constellations, the bear's roar became louder. A rumbling sound came out his mouth, shaking the ground. The clouds quivered, then moved out of the moonlights way. The bear lowered his chest, but he wasn't a bear anymore. He was a box with a thin, straggly neck, permanently raised to the sky.

The still-furry thing glided forward, to be in the full moonlight. His stick form, now free of anything but the magic of the moon, glowed in the brightness, and didn't stop when he floated out of the rays of the moon. He was forever bathed in its light. He was one of the stars. He could take the shimmering moonlit path in the sea now.

And he leapt forward, up in the sky, in search of his brother.

writing competition • swc no.vember 2022

632 // entry 1 - Bicker

Our footsteps marked the sand as we walked slowly by the lapping waves. The setting sun lit the water with a ray of orange. We walked slowly in a companionable bickering. How I wished it could have been peaceful silence.

“Oh, I don't think so,” Riley said, narrowing her eyes.

“Why not?” I said, knowing that I would be out-argumented, each time. Well, both of them would have me out-argumented.

“Because she would have cut holes in my socks if she had, Lyle!”

I was beat.

Beside me, Ange was about to say something, but stopped to laugh softly as my (already messy) black hair was tousled by a passing sea breeze. I reddened slightly but turned left so she couldn't see, where I found Riley was smirking at me and staring pointedly at her. I rolled my eyes away, back to Ange, who had turned to face the sunset.

She was just a silhouette there, perfectly in front of the glowing orange ball - her hair was blowing, gently. Just as I was wishing that I could take a picture to frame the moment, I heard the familiar snap of Riley's camera. Frowning, both me and Ange faced Riley and she gave us a playful shrug, showing us Ange's picture.

“I like it, though,” said Ange, with a smile, peering at the image.

Despite her tan and biggish blond curls, which was pulled up loosely like always, Ange had a really athletic build. she was slightly somewhat muscular, and by that I mean not too much for a girl, and she was super chill - not at all girly. I've never managed to catch her in a skirt or dress.

Neither was Riley, though. Riley was so tomboyish, people always mistakened her for a boy, which she was happy not to correct. Her red, boy-style gyre of hair fell to her ears. Freckles dotted the bridge of her nose. A permenatly defiant look sat on her face. She had bushier eyebrows than most girls, and a squarer jaw.

I stopped and scanned the horizon for the spot. “We're close.”

Ange's eyes glinted and she started to run. I leapt up immediately and my legs moved in a panic. If I hadn't, I wouldnt've come close - not that she would've let me. Briar chased after us, laughing.

The little times like this moments were the ones I lived for. The bartering, the laughter, the mild embarrasment. The freedom.

I wheezed on the ground, trying to scramble up and keep up with Ange. ‘Stop,“ I groaned.

’But we're here!” she said brightly.

“Wow,” Briar muttered, looking over the place. The place, whose people had literally named the Epic Town, was, they were right, epic. I mean, other than the naming skills of the people(I heard a mother yell for her “Sweetiegirl”. And I'm sure it wasn't a nickname), it was.

The buildings looked like they'd come from the future. People glided here and there in skateboards, and they were so good, a tiny kid was already boardsliding. Street performers had the best tricks. (I tipped three and refrained myself from doing so for the rest. And yeah, /thanks/, Ange-) I saw art hung up through the windows, and even the abstract ones looked pretty. And though(very thankfully) there wasn't a grain of sand on the ground, you could still smell the sea air, which was very cool.

Side note, I just hate it when I go in a room, let alone a street, back from the beach, and there's sand everywhere. So annoying.

“All right,” Ange said. “Let's actually do what we came here for.”

“That dosen't seem that much of a break from home when you see all this other stuff.”

“Shut up, Lyle. We already planned everything. I'm going to ask for directions.”

writing competition • swc no.vember 2022

847 words // entry 2 - Water



Our footsteps marked the sand as we walked on in companionable bickering. I kicked sand out of my feet as we entered the lobby.

“My Gods,” I heard Annabeth mutter darkly.

I scowled in her direction but ignored her, slamming the button on the elevator. Each time I came here looked forward to my bed. I don't know, spending time on the beach is always tiring. Maybe it was the fact that my dad was Posiedon. You know, god of the seas.

The mortal front desk woman receptionist, always with that sprayed-on tan and lashes and lipstick, gave me a fake smile. “Mr Jacks-”

I was saved from a conversation by the lift, which pinged at opened. Grover and I tumbled in, followed by a grouchy Annabeth.

“Got any cash, Percy?” Grover said.

“No, why?”

Grover looked disappointed. “I saw some Coke cans in a white box thingy.”

“You mean a vending machine?” corrected Annabeth. I'd seen one on the lobby floor.

The lift door opened. “Uh-huh,” he nodded.

I tried to count the door numbers in the hallway again, because I kept forgetting which one was ours and obviously I have dyslexia. So did Annabeth. And all half-bloods.

Annabeth somehow spotted hers and she slipped in without a word.

“Room 724,” I reminded a lost Grover, who, as a satyr but not a half-blood, could read perfectly well.

“Um, that one's 987,” Grover mumbled.

I groaned and we went back the way we came. “Which one is this one?” I demanded.

“It's 731,” Grover said, confidently enough. “Next to Annabeth's, right?” So we went back seven doors(and yes, it took me some time to do the math) and luckily, it was 724.

According to Grover anyway.

After a hot shower, I leapt on the bed and tried to sleep. Have an early night. Beside me, Grover let out a deafaning snore. I couldn't concentrate after a few more of that.

At, like, 1 AM I decided to get up. I felt like I needed to sneak out, because I felt like camp's harpy sentries were still going to eat me, but when I by the time I reached the lobby, people were still there.

I pushed the doors open and stood there in the sea air. I felt like I could get some rest there, in the soft golden sand, but I didn't. I didn't have complete privacy with people still milling around. So I looked for somewere less crowded.

Eventually I found a little part of the beach unseen, covered by a low cove of some sort. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the water lapping at my feet. Just a little alone time with my dad.

In what felt like an hour I heard the padding of feet in the sand. I looked up. Whoever it was, they hadn't interrupted me.

It was Annabeth.

“Hey,” she said quietly.

I froze.

“Hi,” my voice cracking. “W-what are you doing?”

She looked in the water, and I knew her next words were going to be a lie. “Oh, I was just…I wanted to let you know that I…made some towers on my building?”

Annabeth's really into architecting. All though how she was going to get her structures up in the mortal world, I don't know. What I did know, though, was the fact that she knew better then to tell me and Grover about her progress. It would just bore us to sleep.

“And, um, I saw you were gone and thought you probably was outside,” she continued.

I think she wasn't lying about that part.

“So what are you doing here?”

There. She switched back to her confiedent, I'm-better-than-you know-it-all tone. I was comforted.

“I…well, it was Grover, really, I couldn't sleep, he was snoring so bad. But I guess I needed a break from people anyway…talk to my dad, kind of, I guess.”

She was silent for a while. I thought it was just a chill night silence, but when I looked up, I was alarmed to see a slightly hurt look on her face. My stupid brain was too slow to proccess everything in time.

“Oh! Oh…no, Annabeth, sorry, I didn't mean it like that! I mean, get away from the…mortals? Not away from…sorry, you know!”

“All right, Percy, chill,” she laughed, and I was relieved.

We talked a little bit more, and by then it was sunrise. I didn't feel sleepy at all, though. I looked at her shyly. Her hair was gently blowed back and with the glowing sun on her face, she looked magical.

(A/N—SORRY-NO-KISS,PERCABETH-AND-NO-THIS-DOSENT-CONT-AS-A-WORD)

Annabeth smiled. She looked so-

“Well…we'd better wake Grover up now, should we?”

All my thought vanished with a mischievous grin. It was back to the old days where I tried to get him to come over, but pranked him at school instead.

Ideas whizzed in my head and inspiration struck like a bolt of Zeus’s lightning. What was around me in this beach, except for sand, that Grover hated?

I turned to Annabeth.

“How about I fill a glass with some of this water first?”

In the swirling vortex of thoughts, so constant in one’s mind, sits a ball of power. It is full of something so powerful it could overtake the world.

The force is dormant, most of the time. It is what drives a procrastinator to jump to action. It is what encourages the “easy and fun” part of the mind to flee.

It is panic.

Panic - the small ball of intense power that unleashes once a deadline comes close. It growls and it bites. It pushes until whatever the procastinator has to do is done.

It is an almighty thing, always angry but good deep within it, that only stirs when the time gets too close. Enclosed in a little ball. An ornament.

And that’s how the story of the ornament of panic began.

One chilly Christmas Eve, cold and unforgiving, a family holds up a box of ornaments. They dispiritledly passed on each sparkling ball to each other to hang on the tree

All was festive, but nothing truly seemed happy. Nothing was what Christmas should look like. The house itself seemed downcast. Morose.

Disconsolate, the family, wrapped up warm in the once-cozy home, sighed as one. The glow of fiery orange which was the fire, lit in the brick fireplace, flamed higher as if wanting to console the people.

Despite it, the family felt cold inisde. They were full of guilt and sorrow.

Each eye fell upon the great, beautiful pine tree. When it came upon them each year, Christmas was the most desirable time for them, the most well-favored. It held the most memories and was always merry.

One bauble twinkled in the firelight, gleeful and carefree, as if joking to the other balls. Its aura was - mischevious. It had a spirit of its own.

Suddenly, the ball gave a small, unnoticed jerk. Then another, the opposite direction. Soon it seemed like the ornament was dancing, swinging gently around with the crackle of the fire.

The youngest member of the forlorn family managed a small smile. The more the ball seemed to push the others to dancing along, the happier the people were.

Soon they were laughing, singing Christmas carols. Clapping with the balls. Telling jokes. The fire rose with the mood. All was well.

Until disaster struck.

The first bauble, which had been jiggling along merrily, swerved a little too close to the fire.

It caught the flames. It stayed at the tree, however, and refused to move. The tree was soon ablaze.

Pandenonium erupted in the wooden cottage. The family leapt up and ran, and the other terrified ornaments attempted furiously to dispatch themselves from the tree; baubles and wooden horses, Santa Clauses, snowmen, angels and snowflakes’ hearts all pounded, horror-struck as the flames reached out to the wooden planks of the house.

But the first ornament gleamed like nothing happened. It had a glint on its surface. The whole thing had been intentional.

And now the effect slowly started to grip the other baubles, one by one. They all were unharmed, and even those almost burnt to ashes didn’t seem irate; they seemed to smirk wickedly.

And they all finally disloged themselves from the tree, with ease; they hopped with great laughes, slow but covering a great distance, after the panicked humans, seeking a place in their brains to rest in until it could wreak havoc again.

wowz i havent posted proof in such a long time

welp i finally did the weekly! :confetti:

okay *deep breath* 2978 words, let's roll!:

Rustling leaves, the tiny patter of feet; chitters of the bees and the of the nightingale, awake in the early dawn. The soft drop of a pure tear, swept away by the gentle wind of free flight. The eternal, silent song every creature sang, its rhythm powering the swaying movements of the mystical nature hidden on the island.
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Each natural element breathed as one; grass swept up softly; flowers rose, regally curling. Endless, colorless space speckled with stars. A magical paradise resting peacefully in the midst of the depth of the darkness, unseen by the eyes of the careless wild.

A creature that had strayed too far from its colony peeked under the greenery. An eylevern - a seemingly wingless, beakless bluebird with a head thrice the size of its body - frisked out. She was featherless, and her lightly furry skin was a rich, dark rose gradating to a deep ocean turquoise; her eyes were a boring dark, yet brightly inquisitive.

She made a little forlorn chirruping sound and gazed at the heavy sky of chasm. A dark shadow swept over her, too swift to be seen. The rapid movement blew her feathers, and she shuffled forward on her bounding feet, curiosity and fear in her eyes. On her left, a slowly flowing stream gently crept up to her, and she bobbed in, and the little stream carried her on.

The peaceful song eventually lapsed back into her; dayspring came to light, though there was no sun to be the source. No shadows resulted in the enchanted glow of the brightening stars. Creatures by the stream bobbed to her; big, gentle, warm furry bodies; quick, fluttering, pecking birds; glaring feathery forms.

As the water lapped on her skin, warming her from the cold night, the dark time of the infinite twilight, the stream brought her to the third of the island she recognized once she looked closer - the plants that curved exactly that way, the little purple-backed ladybirds, the raindrops that fell in triangles, as a rule.

Straining her ears, she heard a trill of twitters, and her heart leaped; her colony of eyleverns, was singing their usual song that started their days. And home was approaching - the grass grew blue on the horizon. She looked up to be sure, and yes, the clouds were tinted rainbow on their edges.

Bees greeted her with sweet honey cakes, as usual; the bees out there hadn't been so friendly. Neither worried about her being away though, which she was glad for; her family, and most of the rest of her colony, didn't quite encourage going out from the safety of their village.

Finally, the stream, she saw, flowed into a leafy, small corner of the big, shallow lake that was the center of her family's home, a cluster of bright, gradating colors. As many eyleverns, were already lounging in the lake, drinking and bathing, she was hard to see, slipping in carefully.

Making her way to her family's spot, she nibbled her syrupy cake hungrily. Before she was within their eyes' reach, she made sure she finished the honey cake; they would wonder how she had gotten it - they didn't know that the bees were nice - and it was too early for breakfast.

She reached there, luckily at the same time as her other siblings. After doing her morning routine - gulping down breakfast, diving in the lake to clean, and earning a few leaves from her mother, she drifted out of the group, making her way to the edge of the lake, where she was sure she could collect a few dropped leaves before school started.

As she was about to clamber out, a gasp suddenly rippled through the crowd. She turned her head up sharply, gasped as well, and, with difficulty, zoomed back to her family's spot in record time; as all the eyleverns were gaping up, she didn't need to swerve hard. Out of breath, she joined her family and looked up.

Flying regally over the lake was a graceful, shimmering white creature, flying regally over the lake. The glow surrounded her, silhouetting the striking shape of her face, making her even more beautiful. The slow motion of her swaying tail intimidated all of the eyleverns, many looked starstruck.

This could only mean one thing.

Excited, stifled chatter spread across the eyleverns. A sacred mentor. Only twice in their thousand years of independence had they ever received even a flying dove, let alone a mentor, from the Celestials of Fate, high among the stars.

/Eyleverns of Vyrae/, the creature said in a serene, tingling, ringing tone inside all their minds. /I am Panemearle, a kaepearl of Celestia, sent by the Celestials of Fate. And I will stay…/

Everyone held their breaths, and she did as well. The times could range from half a minute to even several millennia.

/For sixteen eons./

The little eylevern gasped again with her colony. But her stomach rumbled. Urgently. She grimaced. An eon was a terrifyingly long time, let alone sixteen - she could consult Panemearle later, even though she was very rare. The kaepearl would be sure to be mobbed by the rest of the eyleverns anyway. She made up her mind.

Reluctantly, she followed her stomach's desire and dove to the edge of the lake. When she rose, the eyleverns had, in fact, clamored around Panemearle, as she predicted. Unnoticed, she hopped up a small opening between some leaves and went on the trail heading to the Queen Bee's palace.

The delicious smell of bread filled her nose, and she sped on to the great tree where the bee colony lived. In the heart of it, all was the queen's honey-golden palace. A bee spotted her and waved before zooming to tell the other bee bakers. The queen flew out slowly and smiled, offering several baked goods.

The eylevern's eyes lit and she bit into the sweet bread.

She grinned and waved to the bees before skipping back to the lake, where the chatter had resumed.

With her stomach satisfied, she wanted to have another look at Panemearle. The magnificent kaepearl glided calmly across the waters, talking gently to each eylevern she passed. At last, Panemearle reached her, and she gazed at the little eylevern. But she didn't say anything. She just looked her in the eye, and suddenly a thousand words passed between them.

Panemearle knew of her curiosity and longing; to explore, to venture out of the colony, happy as it was. She knew it was wrong - but she knew it was right, inside. And she needed an eylevern to find her something. An ancient, lost relic.

And she'd picked her.

With Panemearle's magical power, an image of it appeared in her mind. It was beautiful. A prehistoric sculpture, embedded with a single gem inside - a deep ocean turquoise, tinted a rich, dark rose on the top - the color of her skin. It was like it was meant for her. And she got to keep it if she found it. The other eyleverns would never be mad at her if Panemearle had said she could go.

The next time the stars showed dawn, she was ready to go. After she had been blessed by Panemearle, she set off, into the wild, not knowing where to go.

Weeks passed but she went on, hitching rides on friendly-enough winged creatures, bargaining for information, living off her findings. The set of things the eyleverns had given her was long gone. She did see a disapproving look in Panemearle's eye while they gave it to her. But she must have believed that she would do fine without it.

She found that she enjoyed this survival game that was her new life. New situations, new skills, new discoveries, new food. She would have gone out without the prize of the relic.

She hummed as she wandered into a forest. It looked dense and dreamy. The greenery was all dark. A shiver went up her spine. This place looked eerily familiar. Something out of a dream. Or a nightmare.

A sound rang out from behind her, a wicked whisper. She looked back sharply, frightened, but it was nothing. Cold and hungry, she tentatively stepped forward. She couldn't grasp the sense of familiarity. She'd never been anywhere out before. And she certainly didn't circle. Her enchanted map, gifted by Panemearle, proved it.

/Keep on moving. This forest is big,/ she told herself, /and the relic might be here./

She shivered again as she passed a sign saying, /NO TAKING LEAVES/.

But the relic didn't seem to matter much now. She wasn't normally scared of anything, but this forest made her go a mile a year. Her heart pounded.

Instinctively, she unsteadily reached out to a leaf, pulled it out, and quickly put it on her face, covering it. It fit perfectly. She poked out two holes for her eyes. Instantly, she felt safer. Protected. Masked.

Even though there was nothing to watch her, she felt much more protected in her makeshift, hastily-made leaf mask. It was like her vision became clear. She was hidden, anonymous. Unknown to the world, not a simple, scared eylevern picked hurriedly by even Panemearle.

She ventured out at her normal pace checking every nook and cranny for anything that might be hidden - secret passageways and the like, or even the relic just stuffed somewhere.

She never took the mask off after that, though she made another hole for her mouth and nose. She'd caught her reflection in a pool of water once. It actually did look good, not like a randomly-picked leaf with holes for her eyes, mouth, and nose. The dark, mysterious leaf contrasted well against her bright fur.

She pushed a leaf out of her face and went on confidently. But she didn't notice the root in front of her and suddenly tripped. She winced and hissed, relieving the pain but she was used to this. Was she? It would heal soon, she was sure. But she looked at her leg and gasped.

For instead of a bruise was a bloody, splintered break on her leg.

The eylevern breathed quick and hard and tried to calm down. She tried to hobble up but couldn't.

And she was still muttering for help as she dropped to a painful sleep.

Daybreak arrived in the forest. Golden starlight shone on her face and her eyes fluttered. She sat up slowly - and looked around in wonder. The forest didn't seem dark and misty anymore. It was a beautiful place, glowing with starlight. Woodland animals scampered around. Berries hung, tempting and juicy, from the trees. It was a completely different place now.

Her leg had somehow magically mended, much to her delighted confusion. She sat up and smelled the perfect, mossy air. Then she took off her mask. /NO TAKING LEAVES/, the sign had said. She looked at the leaf, smiled, and sent it to the wind, back in the forest.

She decided to climb up a tree to get a better view of the forest. And when she stood, she gaped. The “forest” couldn't have been longer than a mile. It had been the enchanted mist that made it all seem different. By then, she definitely would've searched everywhere. But she didn't feel like walking any longer.

In her frustration, she picked a flower and folded it into a paper - well, flower - boat. A moment later, it had magically grown and she was sure that it worked magically.

She was no longer surprised by anything the forest did. So she grinned and hopped up the boat. To her delight, it flew in the wind in the direction she wanted to go to. This was perfect! Best of all, it actually grew sails, not just her measly paper flower sail. It billowed out and she felt like a pirate - so much so that she took a flower and patched her eye with it, and she laughed.

The boat landed in a large desert. The sand was white and soft, and several cherry trees dotted the area, adding a perfect splash of color. A glittering green-blue pool of water lay somewhere ahead. She grinned. This place was beautiful. It was a little bit breezy, but though the flurry of air didn't touch the sand, she kept her pirate patch on just in case.

As she pulled out her searching tools, she began to feel slightly dizzy. She frowned but continued to search. But it was so bad she fainted.

In her dream, she saw her mother's outraged, disappointed face.

/Don't ever go out again,/ she said, looking at her in worried anger. /We //must// stay within the safety of the lake./

She breathed hard, eyes streaming with tears.

/No - mother,/ she choked.

Her glaring eyes bored in.

/Please…I just - I j-just wanted to see what was o-out there…/ she sobbed. /No, mother!/ She cried as her mother turned and dove away.

She suddenly sat up, back in the desert, breathing just as hard. The memory stirred her and she gripped her tools with filling eyes.

For days, she explored the desert. She knew there was a lot of potential in the sand - the relic might be buried there - but the memory slowed her down. It snapped her out of focus.

/Don't leave the safety of the lake…/ her mother's voice kept reminding her.

Each time she woke, she longed for company. She wanted to go back. Don't stray from the lake, her mother said. She wished she had listened. There was nothing out here. She was miserable. She ticked off a week on her calendar. She'd been gone for over a year now. She didn't want the relic anymore.

With a sigh, she rolled over to sleep.

The next day, she woke up feeling determined and defiant. Defensive. She was going to find the stupid relic /today/. And if not? She'd run straight home and never listen to Panemearle again.

She sat up and began without another word, actually concentrating. Suddenly, she heard a /chink!/ of metal. Her heart raced. Was this it? And she lifted up…the relic! She whooped for joy, and skipped around, cheering. She put it in her bag and ran. Where to? Home. At last! Happiness filled her, but she stopped.

She was looking at a pirate boat, docked in the middle of the desert. It was made of dark oak and had black billowing sails. What?

A pirate emerged from the deck. He gasped and yelled something to the other pirates. Immediately, they jumped from the ship and surrounded her menacingly. “What are y-you doing?” she cried.

“Well, well,” said the first pirate. “Look what we got here! A little eylevern! Ha!”

“Tell me,” another said, grinning nastily. “What is the code?”

“'What?”

“Oh, don't pretend,” he snarled. “What is the code?”

“I don't know,” she said, regaining her defiance. “Get out of my way!”

“Search her,” the pirate grinned. “We've got a blackmailing tool! Them Blackpatches won't want to mess with us now - KEEP HER HOSTAGE!” he bellowed.

They took her bag, and held up the relic, glinting in the golden starlight. “Now that's what I'm talking about,” a pirate roared. He turned to her. “Oh, Blackpatch, you won't be seeing daylight for a long, long time.”

“I'm not your rival team!” she roared, wriggling out of the pirate's arms. She snatched her bag back, along with the relic, and ran, leaving them gaping.

When she was sure they were gone, she stopped. Then she gaped. Suddenly, a whirlwind of things flooded her. Why hadn't she noticed before? It was it! The map! It had a - it was tracking her the whole time! As she went, she realized that the pirates had tailed her. Little things they left behind she ignored, thinking they were old. But -

And who had given her the map? Panmearle. She wanted the relic for herself. She sided with the pirates, knowing they couldn't find it and neither could she. She had /used/ her.

In her fury, she didn't notice the oddly-colored sand in front of her. Taking a step forward, she immediately sank. She screamed. Quicksand! She strained not to move, trash or panic and tried to clear her mind.

Okay. She couldn't rely on someone to help her out - the best scenario would be the pirates taking finding her and pulling her out to take her captive again, and her kicking out and running. But she'd gone way too far.

Carefully, she reached out for her bag, making sure to be slow to not sink further. She was already pretty short, as an eylevern - not even fully grown, too. She luckily found a rope. Pulling it out, she noticed that the sand was already up to her neck. As still as she could, she tied part of the rope to a lasso. The sand went up just below her nose. Taking a deep breath - both out of anxiety and for her in case it didn't work, because lassoing would take a lot of movement - her hand rose, and she lassoed, aiming for a small oulder. With relief, it caught, and she pulled herself out.

Several rushed, running weeks later, she gave a last pant as she climbed over the familiar old hill. She beamed at the sight of the lake with the eyleverns in it. Maybe they weren't so bad after all. Maybe they were just worried.

She noted gladly that there were fewer eyleverns there than last; this meant that they had taken her advice and stopped hiding in the safe little bubble that was their lake. She looked out on everyone, and dove.

“I'M BACK!” she hollered, poking her head up, drenched but happy. Suddenly, she was thrown in the air by her family and friends, laughing as a crowd.

It felt good to be home.



aka - bifi, option #2, dystopian, option #1, nonfi, option #1, folklore, option #1, scifi, option #1, horror, option #1, adventure, option #1, hifi, option #1, fantasy, option #1, script, option #3, fanfi, option #1, poetry, option #1, realfi, option #1, mystery, option #1, thriller, option #1 D

second bidaily and last daily <333

dear luna(or lukatie?? not sure really-),

i suppose this pretty much applies for last session - nothing personal this session, you weren't in my cabin and we didn't interact much - but thank you for everything you've done. i think you're a great, super encouraging, helpful, and yes, funny(like everyone else is actually lols) leader <3 (yeah yeah this is definitely turning out to be a note for last session so i'm going to make it one, who cares-). last session was definitely super fun, with the :sparkles: neon :sparkles: arcade and all - and thank you for all your work in co-hosting this session, too! i'm sure your campers admire you as much as i do - as they should <333

dear finch,

thank you so much for being the leader of my cabin this session! it was super fun and you were funny as well(like i said for luna, all of you are unbearably funny). this session, my second, had been, i repeat, amazing - especially as i got to go in cabin wars AND i wasn’t really confused about anything. mostly. i think. confirm it with viara! anyway - all in all - i think you make a really good leader. thank you for all you’ve done <3

dear jade,

thanks for being an awesome co this session. you've really helped me <3 thanks for being super patient with all my word counts as well as all my questions about cabin wars. i was truly confused - really i didn't remember any of the wars last session lol. i'm glad what poetry's become, though we're quite low in the ranks. thanks again!

dear all of you,

i couldn't decide who else to write about - all of the leaders and cos and hosts and daily team members were amazing, super funny and very nice. and hey, i'm not just showering you with compliments, you guys! i truly mean it. swc had taken a huge chunk of november, and i didn't mind - the experience was totally worth it. thank ya'll, each and every one of you, for participating in swc and making it what it has become.

hope <3