Hello and welcome to the official JWC mega-thread!


✎ Info:

This forum is where all JWCers can post our writings for proof so that we all don't have to make our own threads.

However, posting your writing here is optional.

Please read all of this post to understand how everything works. Thanks! <3



✎ What you can post here:

JWC writings (dailies, weeklies, word wars, etc.) and any other things you write during JWC can be posted here.

Please do not start conversations in this forum. If you would like to chat with someone, please go directly to their profile as they are more likely to see it :)



✎ How to use this forum:

You can either make multiple posts for each piece of writing or you can make one long post that you keep editing to add writings to it. :)

For the editing type, please add your newest writing at the top so that the leaders can find it easily when adding points.



✎ Other ways to post your writing:

Again, you do not have to use the mega-thread. ^^ It is completely optional, and there are other ways that are ok to use as well <3

You can make your own personal writing forum and use that forum to post all of your writings. Please do not make multiple forums for each piece of writing you post. It's easier to have one forum, and that way it doesn't clog up the forums with a bunch of new threads :)

You can also post your writing in a project, either in a sprite or in the description.



✎ Closing:

And that's it! If you have any questions, please ask Dawn or myself on one of our profiles. Thanks for reading <3



✎ Credits

@school4girlhd for writing this post and SWC for inspiration

FIRST!

Edit: Wait- I just realized I didn't need to claim a spot because I'm not a (co)leader or camper…

✄ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

About Me

Nickname ◦ Kenzie
Pronouns ◦ she/her
Cabin ◦ Sleuth (camper)
Word Goal ◦ 330/5k
Currency ◦ 4 keys

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Main Cabin Activities

Dalies

January 1st ◦ Introduction ◦ 400 ◦ 330

January 2nd ◦ Plotter or Pantster? ◦ 500 ◦ 261

January 3rd ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 4th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 5th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 6th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 7th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 8th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 9th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 10th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 11th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 12th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 13th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

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January 15th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 16th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 17th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 18th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 19th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 20th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 21st ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 22nd ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 23rd ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 24th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 25th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 26th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 27th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 28th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 29th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 30th ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words

January 31st ◦ title ◦ points ◦ words


Weeklies

Weekly 1 ◦ theme ◦ points ◦ words
▹Part 1
▹Part 2
▹Part 3
▹Part 4
Weekly 2 ◦ theme ◦ points ◦ words
▹Part 1
▹Part 2
▹Part 3
▹ Part 4
Weekly 3 ◦ theme ◦ points ◦ words
▹Part 1
▹Part 2
▹Part 3
▹ Part 4
Weekly 4 ◦ theme ◦ points ◦ words
▹Part 1
▹Part 2
▹Part 3
▹ Part 4

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Other Tasks

Word War

date ◦ competitor ◦ won/lost ◦ points
date ◦ competitor ◦ won/lost ◦ points

Writing Comp Entry

title ◦ entry ◦ words

Activities Outside JWC

date ◦ description ◦ title ◦ words
date ◦ description ◦ title ◦ words

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⊱ ─────────────── { « ʚ ✎ ɞ » } ─────────────── ⊰
Piper’s Library
You walk into the library and breathe in the scent of new books. It's wonderful. You smile at some people as you quietly make your way to your usual spot in the corner. When you get there you notice a new book sitting on your usual table… It doesn't look like anyone else is sitting there, or that the book has been claimed, and so you take a seat at the desk, placing your bag by your feet. You take the hardcover book in you hands and look over the beautiful purple and blue cover before, surrounded by the library's comforting silence, opening it and looking into its contents…
⊱ ─────────────── { « ʚ ✎ ɞ » } ─────────────── ⊰
➳ Information/Stats

↬ Name • Piper
↬ Pronouns • She.Her
↬ Cabin • #SleuthFTW!
↬ Word Goal • 11,144 /25k
⊱ ─────────────── { « ʚ ✎ ɞ » } ─────────────── ⊰
➳ Main Cabin Tasks

Dailies:
↬ January 1st | About Me | 419 | 400
↬ January 2nd | Panster vs. Plotter | 577| 500
↬ January 3rd | Unique Body Parts | 439 | 500
↬ January 4th | Favorite Cliché | 324 | 400
↬ January 5th | Random Names | 415 | 0
↬ January 6th | Story Feedback | 75 | 200
↬ January 16th | Cabin's Genre | 600 | 605
↬ January 18th | Fanfiction | 441 | 600
↬ January 20th | Writing Fight Bio | 83 | 200
↬ January 21st | Title | Words | Points
↬ January 22nd | Title | Words | Points
↬ January 23rd | Title | Words | Points
↬ January 24th | Title | Words | Points
↬ January 25th | Title | Words | Points
↬ January 26th | Title | Words | Points
↬ January 27th | Title | Words | Points
↬ January 28th | Title | Words | Points
↬ January 29th | Title | Words | Points
↬ January 30th | Title | Words | Points
↬ January 31st | Title | Words | Points

Weeklies:
↬ Weekly 1 | Characters | 2,468 | 2k
⇢ Character Roles - 960 words
⇢ Character Types - 385 words
⇢ Putting it Together - 1,123 words

Monthly Challenge
↬ JWC Fanfic
↬ MB Cover Contest Entry
↬ Writing Comp Entry
↬ RP w/ Someone in Your Cabin: I RP'd with @reallybig words and @gamerny
↬ Went to Bed before 12:00am 3 Night in a Row
⊱ ─────────────── { « ʚ ✎ ɞ » } ─────────────── ⊰
→ Other Tasks

Word Wars
↬ 1/2 | @iinsprqtion | Won | 249 | 200
↬ 1/4 | @miraqles- | Won | 430 | 200

Writing Comp Entry
↬ Title | Entry | Words

Activities Outside JWC
↬ Free Writing | Untitled Story | 2,100
↬ Journaling | 1/21/23 Journal Prompt | 700

Cabin Wars
↬ 1/13 | Journaling | 806
↬ 1/13 | Free Writing | 456
↬ 1/13 | Free Writing | 324
↬ 1/13 | Free Writing | 345
↬ 1/13 | Homework | 605
↬ 1/13 | Free Writing | 309
↬ 1/13 | Homework | 527
⊱ ─────────────── { « ʚ ✎ ɞ » } ─────────────── ⊰

Rain's Writing

Name: Rain
Pronouns: it/xe/he/all neos (they/them is fine but not preferred and if I know you and your pronouns are she/her then you can use those too)
Cabin: Sleuth
Word goal: 0/10,000

dailies

January 1st: Title || Words || Points
January 2nd: Title || Words || Points
January 3rd: Title || Words || Points
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January 31th: Title || Words || Points

weeklies

Weekly 1: Title || Words || Points
Weekly 2: Title || Words || Points
Weekly 3: Title || Words || Points
Weekly 4: Title || Words || Points

in cabin activities

word wars

Date || Competitor || Words || Won/Lost
Date || Competitor || Words || Won/Lost
Date || Competitor || Words || Won/Lost
Date || Competitor || Words || Won/Lost
Date || Competitor || Words || Won/Lost

random other writing

1/8/2023 || Freewrite on Antisemitism || 103
1/11/2023 || mushrooms || 108
1/12/2023 || Start to a story I might write (the start is about antisemitism || 47
1/12/2023 || Different and Proud || 63
Date || Title/Description || Words
Date || Title/Description || Words
Date || Title/Description || Words

Place for Moss's writing

✎ Info

↪ Role: Host and Camper

↪ Cabin: Sleuth <3

↪ Word Goal: 7.5k



✎ Dailies

↪ Daily for January 31st…

"Ahh, the last day of camp. </3 For today's daily, if your cabin writes a certain amount of words today, you'll earn extra points!

1,000 words = 2,000 points!
3,000 words = 6,000 points!
5,000 words = 10,000 points!

I’m sure your co/leaders would appreciate it if you wrote them thank you notes (and they count for words, which count for points )!

Rules: You cannot claim points from multiple amounts. For instance, if you write 5,000 words you cannot claim the points for writing the 1,000 and 3,000 amounts; you would only be allowed to earn the 10,000 points. Your cabin will collectively add the words you've written today, and towards the end of the day, if you have met 1 of these amounts, you earn the points! "
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Writing:

Ah, I am so so sad that this session is almost over. I can not, I repeat, cannot believe how fast this month went by. xD It just blows my mind. But this has been an amazing session! There are so many people that I am so happy to have met or spent more time with.

• Dawn:
It's been quite a wild ride hosting JWC with you ;) From deciding the leaders to updating the daily everyday, we've had a lot on our plates for the past few months to make JWC what it is. I've loved seeing your creativity and being able to bounce ideas off of you. I know that we both have been busy and probably a bit stressed, but even with that, I think that hosting with you was an amazing experience. Thank you for working with me, I'll miss you when you leave <33

• All JWC (co)eaders:
Wow, you guys don't know how much I appreciate all of you. The only way that camp ran the way it did was with all of your help, so thank you all so much. Your creativity and helpfulness just astound me. All of you are awesome, and I hope you enjoyed this session <3

• My incredible Sleuth leaders Piper and Pineapple:
Hehe, it was cool being a host and a camper at the same time. And my time in Sleuth was absolutely amazing! Your storyline, bribes, and organization were wonderful. You two outdid yourselves, and I thank you for every second. <3 #sleuthftw

• Sleuthers:
You all are the best! So supportive, chatty, and fun. Every time I went into our cabin, you all made me smile. Maybe we should make a sleuth RP where we continue to hang out even after this session is over. :D

~299 words




↪ Daily for January 22nd…

Writing Fight! Find someone else's form and choose a character (or a few). Once you've done that, write a short piece of writing for them, including or about their character(s).

NOTE: I used @Kat_Camps character. I pantster-ed this writing, so it isn't the best, sorry, but enjoy!
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Writing:

Ernest slurped his mint tea, staring out the window as the morning sun peeked over the horizon. The tea kettle started whistling anxiously, but his mind was on other things. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone knew.

He had reoccurring dreams about it. In all of them, someone would find out. He would try to stop them but by then it would be too late. Everyone would know. His family would be exposed.

His cup smashed to the ground, tea spraying everywhere. Ernest stared blankly at his hands. They were still shaking.

Crouching down to pick up the cups pieces, he groaned. The tea kettle was still whistling, it's screams accelerating his racing heart. Shuffling back towards the kitchen, he finished cleaning up the spill and got a new cup. Setting the tea kettle off the burner and turning off the stove, he steeped a new cup of tea. His son was coming over and he wanted to be ready for him.
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“You're working yourself too hard” Ernest chided, seeing the rings under his son's eyes.
Ernest took a seat at the kitchen table and handed a cup of tea to his son as he sat down.
Ben looked down into the tea, shaking his head
“This case isn't like the others. It… it's becoming personal.”
Ernest felt his breathing quicken, and he ran a hand through his wild white hair.
“Personal how? You know that Detectives have to-”
Ben slammed his cup down, anger burning in his eyes. “I'm not you, Dad. As much as you want me to be, I'm not. So if this case means a lot to me, that's my problem. I don't need a lecture about it.”
Ernest felt his demeanor change. Sadness, shock, guilt. All of it raced through him. He thought for a minute before responding.
“I-I'm sorry, son. I just wanted what was best for you.”
“Olivia is the best thing that ever happened to me. She..she makes me feel like I actually matter. And if spending time with her means working hours on this case, then I'll do it. ”
Ernest opened his mouth to respond but Ben stared at his eyes, seeing what he meant to say.
Ben slid his chair back and yanked his coat off the hook.
“Like I said, I don't need a lecture.”
Slamming the door, Ben walked out, leaving Ernest alone with his thoughts. Worrying thoughts. His son was in love with Olivia Ryderson. The one woman who had a connection to their family secret. How much did she know?
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Knock, knock, knock. Ernest rapped his white fist against the old oak door.

It was a few minutes before anyone responded. Finally, the door opened and a mass of red curls stuck out. She was thin and short with large pale green eyes that were both kind and wary. Olivia worked two jobs to pay for her son's school. She worked too hard. Like me, like I used to…his thoughts echoed.

Shaking himself out of it, he smiled a small, welcoming smile, although he wasn't feeling it. After assessing him, Olivia finally spoke. “You're Ernest? Ben Rollin's father?”

He simply nodded.

“Come in, come in! You must be freezing out here,” she said, wrapping a gray shawl closer around her.

Ernest followed her inside to a small sitting room, dark expect for the large windows letting in some pale light. She sat in a large wingback chair, and he sat across from her in the matching one. “Are you here to talk about the case?” she asked.

“No, no, I don't have the authority to do that anymore,” he smiled wryly. “I wanted to ask about the Christmas Parade. Do you still plan on having it?”

She looked at him blankly for a second before she realized what he meant.

“Oh, um..yes! Why?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

~ 643 words



↪ Daily for January 14th…

Take these personality quizzes, BUT as if you were your character. Journal about the results you got, and if you think they were accurate. Write at least 100 words for 200 points! An extra 100 points if you share your work!

Elements: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/24222661/

MBTI type: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/686789338/

Emoji: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/338957151
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Writing:

Ok! So for this daily, I took the quizzes as my character Avery who is pretty optimistic and friendly. She likes pets, drawing, and high heels. She is a bit naive, and she does not always think things through. And that's probably enough info for now, so here we go!

For the MBTI quiz, my character Avery got esfp which if I remember correctly, that was the MBTI type that I already chose for her which is cool! It fits her well because she is an extrovert who is sensitive and artistic. But she doesn't have many friends because she moved a lot as a kid.

For the elements quiz, she got wind which I think is very accurate. She tries to be breezy, happy, and energetic most of the time. She also is very spontaneous like the wind.

For the emoji quiz, she got the happy face, which works pretty well with her I would say. Though she isn't always happy of course, she does try to be.

~169 words



↪ Daily for January 3rd…

"Today, write a 300-word minimum story about where humans have (a) unique body part(s). What about eagle wings? Or vines instead of hair? Or even a monkey tail? The possibilities are endless! You earn 400 points for this daily. An extra 100 points if you share proof!"

Note: This was a rushed daily, so it isn't the greatest. I based it on a character I created awhile ago, and you can check it out here. Hope you enjoy!
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Writing:

Ellie was an unusual girl. She wasn't entirely human. You see, she had the eyes, ears, whiskers, nose, and tail of a ringtail. How did this happen, you ask?

Her parents were magic-honers, those who could feel magic deep in the earth and well.. hone it. They were sought after by the government. They were considered dangerous for their abilities, and so her parents had to be on the run.

They went from state to state in America, looking for the best place to hide while also looking for the most magical places on Earth.

But everywhere they went, there was barely any magic left. So much of it had been used up in the past decades by the Unnaturals, a group that gave themself so much magic that they had become in tune with the elements of earth. And they used the power for their own purposes, upsetting the balance of the Earth's patterns. The humans knew of this and thought that any magic-honers were misusing their power.

Her parents finally came to Arizona, and they were just about to lose hope. Government officials surrounded her parents in their camp. But that's when they realized that maybe they could hone from more than just the Earth. Her parents funneled their power into honing from the moon.

And it worked! They wished to be able to keep Ellie safe. And the magic granted their wish. While Ellie was just 5 years old, she suddenly got her ringtail characteristics. The officers were startled by the rush of magic in the air, lighting up the sky. After a moment, they arrested Ellie's parents. But she was spared because the officers did not know of her existence.

And now Ellie lives in the Arizonan wilderness, her keen eyesight, hearing, and swift climbing skills helping her to cope as a young girl of 14 surving on her own. She is lonely. But she is comforted by the thought that her parents gave her all they could.

And now she is on her way to finding more magic-honers. She is destined to restore the balance.

~ 350 words exactly




✎ Monthly Challenge

↪ Go to bed before 12:00 a.m. 3 days in a row
0/3

↪ Complete 15 dailies
7/15 • Links: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

↪ RP with someone from your cabin
1/1 • Link

↪ Complete 2 weeklies
0/2

↪ Win 4 word wars
1/4 Links: 1,

↪ Write a JWC fanfiction
0/1

↪ Enter the writing competition
1/1

↪ Enter the MB Cover contest
0/1

Attention: all writings posted here belong to me. Stealing or copying my writing in any way is plagiarism. Please respect my work and do not plagiarize.

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☆ *̥˚ Welcome to Pinky's JWC Writing Log *̥˚☆
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About Me
Name: Pinky
Pronouns: She / her
Cabin: Sleuth
Word Goal: 26,649 / 27,000
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Dailies
January 1st ◦ Introduction ◦ 746 words ◦ 400 pts
January 2nd ◦ Title ◦ Words ◦ Points (did not finish)
January 3rd ◦ Zoomalians ◦ 954 words ◦ 500 pts
January 4th ◦ You win some, you lose some ◦ 418 words ◦ 400 pts
January 5th ◦ Ausha Grace ◦ 1000 words ◦ 600 pts
January 6th ◦ Sharing Stories / Feedback ◦ 200 pts
January 7th ◦ Life on Neptune ◦ 426 words ◦ 350 pts
January 8th ◦ Year 2073 ◦ 655 words ◦ 600 pts
January 9th ◦ Bianca White and the Apple Gem (Snow White Reimagined) ◦ 1566 words ◦ 650 pts
January 10th ◦ RP ◦ 193 words ◦ 200 pts
January 11th ◦ Improvement? ◦ 470 words ◦ 400 pts
January 12th ◦ Timeline ◦ 518 words ◦ 500 pts
January 13th ◦ Cabin Wars: (Non-Fic writing: Giant Pandas) ◦ 833 words
January 14th ◦ Personality Quizzes (as my character) ◦ 202 words ◦ 300 pts
January 15th ◦ Journal Entry About Crochet ◦ 174 words ◦ 200 pts
January 16th ◦ The Notebook of Riary Peori ◦ 679 words ◦ 605 pts
January 17th ◦ Pinky the Writer ◦ 366 words ◦ 400 pts
January 18th ◦ KOTLC FanFic ◦ 466 words ◦ 600 pts
January 19th ◦ Lera & Arithmophobia ◦ 220 words ◦ 300 pts
January 20th ◦ Word Fight (pt. 1) ◦ 46 words ◦ 200 pts
January 21st ◦ Title ◦ Words ◦ Points (did not finish)
January 22nd ◦ Writing Fight ◦ 1101 words ◦ 1500 pts
January 23rd ◦ Don't Forget to Breathe ◦ 862 words ◦ 400 pts
January 24th ◦ Book Cover (for Don't Forget to Breathe) ◦ 9 words ◦ 150 pts
January 25th ◦ Title ◦ Words ◦ Points (break day)
January 26th ◦ Title ◦ Words ◦ Points (break day)
January 27th ◦ Research ◦ 130 words ◦ 200 pts
January 28th ◦ Title ◦ Words ◦ Points (did not finish)
January 29th ◦ Title ◦ Words ◦ Points (did not finish)
January 30th ◦ Title ◦ Words ◦ Points (did not finish)
January 31st ◦ Thank you! ◦ 292 words
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Weeklies
1st: Characters
- part 1: Character Roles ◦ 1240 words ◦ 700pts
- part 2: Character Types ◦ 509 words ◦ 300 points
- part 3: Putting it Together ◦ 2578 words ◦ 1000 points
2nd: Character Arcs
- part 1: Gather Ideas ◦ 301 words ◦ 400 points
- part 2: Character Arc ◦ 89 words ◦ 500 points
- part 3: Planning the Message ◦ 409 words ◦ 200 points
3rd: Settings
- part 1: The Five Senses ◦ 938 words ◦ 800 points
- part 2: Using Literary Devices ◦ 446 words ◦ 700 points
- part 3: title ◦ words ◦ points (did not finish)
4th: Editing
- part 1: Critiquing ◦ 346 words ◦ 500 points
- part 2: Revising ◦ 848 words ◦ 500 points
- part 3: A Platypus That Sings?! ◦ 932 words ◦ 600 points
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Other

• Free Write ◦ 1/2/23 ◦ Destiny ◦ 758 words

• School HW ◦ 1/2/23 ◦ 盲人摸象 ◦ 448 words

• School HW ◦ 1/5/23 ◦ The Outsiders Ch.5 Summary ◦ 324 words

• Feedback ◦ 1/5/23 ◦ Feedback for writing ◦ 241 words

• Cabin Wars ◦ 1/12/23 ◦ Aposematism ◦ 430 words

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Monthly Challenges
☑ Go to bed before 12am 3 days in a row: 3/3
☑ Complete 15 dailies: 15/15
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15
☑ Complete 2 weeklies: (done, refer above)
☑ RP w/ someone from sleuth (done!)
☑ Enter in the MB Cover Contest (done!)
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I slide into a plush seat and open my satchel bag. I rummage around for a while, my brown curls bouncing into my eyes, until…

“Aha!” I say cheerfully, pulling out a small leather journal. My writing journal. I crack open the book, landing a couple of pages in at the start of the book. It reads: This journal belongs to: Pineapple

Flipping a little further, I find the table of contents.



Welcome to my writing journal! This is where I will store all of the links to my writing! Feel free to check it out below!

Wordy’s Writing
Intro here
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Info:
Name: Wordy
Pronouns: she/her
Cabin: Slueth
Word Goal: 1044/5k
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Dailies:
January 1st: Intro ・ 336・ 400 points
January 2nd: A New Broom ・ 292・ 500 Points
January 3rd: The Eyes ・ 311・ 500 Points
January 4th: Books and Covers ・ 260・400 Points
January 5th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 6th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 7th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 8th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 9th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 10th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 11th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 12th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 13th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 14th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 15th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 16th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 17th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 18th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 19th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 20th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 21st: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 22nd: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 23rd: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 24th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 25th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 26th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 27th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 28th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 29th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 30th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 31st: Title ・ Words・ Points
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Weeklies:
Week 1: ・Characters ・ Words・ 2000
Week 2: ・Title ・ Words・ Points
Week 3: ・Title ・ Words・ Points
Week 4: ・Title ・ Words・ Points
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Others:
January 1st ・No more homework! ・216
January 1st ・Flight Class ・492
January 1st ・Flight Class 2 ・574
January 1st ・I am a (th-) what? ・211
January 3rd・Malfoy Dormitory ・360
Random RP’s ・ ?

✦・゜・. Aspen's Writing.・゜・✦

• Name: Aspen
• Pronouns: She/her
• Timezone: EST
• Cabin: Rebel (Leader)
• Word goal: 15,000

✦ Daily No. 1 -
Aspen walked into the Main Cabin, vials clinking in her satchel and cloak swishing. She glanced around at the hubbub all around her and smiled. This was her favorite thing about camps, all the chaos, and comradery. She spied some of her friends somehow managing to write in the pandemonium. Deciding that they didn't need any more distractions she headed over to one of the only empty tables in the entire cabin, it was tucked away in the back in a dark and secluded corner. Aspen sat down and spread out all of her supplies. There were pencils, pens, paper, notebooks, books, various snacks and drinks, and more pencils. Settling down she pulled one of the only empty notebooks she had towards her.
“15,000 words to write, you got this Aspen. There's no time to waste and procrastinate, come on.” She muttered under her breath.
“15,000, eh? That's a lot. I'm doing 16,000.” A smug voice said across the table from her. Aspen sighed and looked up. A girl no older than herself sat twirling a pencil in her fingers on the opposite side of the mess of books. Aspen narrowed her eyes and said cooly, “And you are?”
“Mia, at your service.” The girl said, extending her hand. Aspen shook it begrudgingly and said quietly, “I'm Aspen. I'm Rebels leader.”
“Yes, I can see that.” She eyed Aspen's cloak disapprovingly then continued jauntily, “I'm from Knight.” The girl–Mia– pronounced every syllable slowly just to get underneath Aspen's skin. Aspen grounded her teeth together slowly and thought to herself 'Of course, of course, she's from Knight.'
“How lovely, nice to meet you,” Aspen replied through clenched teeth.
“And you! So, what are you doing?” Mia asked, crossing her legs and getting comfortable. “Well, I was trying to write a few chapters of my novel.” Aspen narrowed her eyes.
“Oooh! What's it about? What's the genre? How far along are you?”
Aspen answered stiffly, “Well, it's a fantasy story called Magiaterra. It's a bit like Harry Potter now that I think about it. Not far, I forgot about it and am now wanting to re-write some of it and edit the plot. I started writing this when I was younger and ‘cheesier’”
Mia laughed “Yes, that's mostly what I'm doing this session. Re-writing old stories.” She sighed then added animatedly “I loved Harry Potter! I relate a lot to Hermione but I'd say I'm also a mix of Ginny.”
Aspen raised her eyebrows while Mia continued. “That's funny, isn't it? I'm re-writing a dystopian story while you're re-writing a fantasy story!”
“Oh really? What is it?” Aspen straightened, feeling a little better about the girl already. “Well, I'm not sure if you've read this but it's a fan-fiction of The Unwanteds, a dystopian series.”
“You've read The Unwanteds!? I love that series! I don't know many people who have read it.”

On and on they talked until the Main Cabin's din started to lessen until it faded completely. “Yes! I kind of feel bad for him, but it's also a little funny. I love that movie. We should watch Enola Holmes together! I'm constantly putting up her quotes on my walls!” Aspen laughed cheerily. “Totally! What about tomorrow? Around 6:00?” Mia asked.
“Sure, that works!”
Mia stood up and grabbed her bag. “Well, I guess I'll see you then, bye Aspen!” Then, she wheeled around and exited the Main Cabin.
Aspen smiled to herself as she turned to her abandoned work. "I guess this girl isn't too bad after all,“ Aspen thought as she gathered up her things, ”for a Knight."

Notes: 600 words. +400 points to Rebel

✦ Daily No. 3 -
Aria paced back and forth, her lion's ears twitching. Her nervous eyes flitted around the plain white room. The bell would ring soon and she would have to join countless other ‘Experiments’ in the corridor to walk to lunch. This was it, the day she would escape Experiment House. The plan was to break the glass on the fire alarm so everyone would file out into the yard where Aria had dug a hole underneath the barb-wire fence. If she could cause enough distractions and chaos for the Scientists she could easily slip out, unnoticed. Aria felt bad for leaving the other Experiments but she couldn't take this anymore, she didn't want to be used for evil. ‘Maybe the other Experiments will be inspired by my escape and rebel.’ She thought hopefully. The bell rang loudly throughout the building and Aria walked to her door, a knot of nerves in her stomach making her feel sick. She stepped out into the hallway and instantly got pulled into the mass of Experiments. Slowly they moved forward toward the cafeteria. Aria spotted three of her friends or ‘acquaintances’ in front of her. The Scientists forbade friendships as they said it would start a rebellion. They clearly thought that their Experiments were too ‘stupid’ to actually think of escape on their own, and that was where they were mistaken. “Hi, Aria!” A quiet voice said from behind her, Aria turned her head and saw a girl with antlers jutting from her forehead slowly weaving through the crowd behind her. “Hey Fern,” Aria replied sheepishly, her face growing hot as she felt the guilt of leaving her best friend behind. “Umm, Aria, you don't look so good. Are you okay?” Fern asked, her green eyes narrowing at Aria as she regarded her friend. “Your slightly green, I didn't know a lion could go that color.”
Aria laughed nervously “Of course I'm fine!” But that was far from the truth.

~~To be continued~~

Notes: 325 words. +500 points to Rebel

✦ Daily No. 4 -
A common cliché that I absolutely love is ‘Don’t care what other people think.' I have to remind myself of this often as I am a very self-conscious person. I have to tell myself things like, ‘Who cares!? Life doesn’t last forever, I'm not immortal, and I should live my life to the fullest.' My mom constantly says, ‘Let your freaky flag fly.’ which she wrote on a piece of paper and put over my desk. It may be a Shrek quote I'm not 100% sure, but it always makes me laugh. I love this cliché because it's right, it doesn't matter what other people think of you, it only matters what you think of yourself. And maybe why people judge others is because they wish they have what you have which could be anything about you. I get embarrassed easily, but I have to try to get over that because all the embarrassing moments that have happened to you will eventually become funny stories you can tell to others that could possibly inspire them to become less self-conscious. And practice makes perfect so if you're embarrassed to, let's say, sing then seriously don't worry about it, there are a bunch of people who can't sing or have a worse voice than you! But if anyone puts enough hours of practice and patience into it they can have a beautiful voice. I had a play a while ago that went horribly but it wasn't our fault. It was our teacher who tried to write the script by herself without the help of the professional writing instructor which means that yes, there are a bunch of things you can do on your own but you should never be afraid to ask for help because collaboration pretty much always makes things better and more organized. And another thing, if you mess up on a line or something like that in front of an audience, IT DOESN'T MATTER!!! They most likely don't know the play and therefore don't know the line, so just come up with something different! My show was pretty much just improv as none of us could remember our lines since we didn't have enough rehearsals. So don't care what others think, be you, be crazy!

Notes: 376 words. +400 points to Rebel

✦ Daily No. 5 -
Averie White is a typical kid. If you count friendless, dreamy, and quiet as typical. She always sat at the back of the classroom, usually near a window. If a teacher called upon her, she would stare off into space for a moment and then answer in her sing-songy voice. Her classmates had many nicknames for her, including: ‘freak’, ‘weirdo’, ‘dumbo’, ‘sloth’, and so on, one Italian kid even called her ‘stupido’. Averie was called these names for a reason, somehow, she had a way with plants. When I say way, I mean she had the ability to speak to them. She had many ‘incidents’ at school. Once, some kids were throwing rocks at an old tree in the playground, Averie couldn't take it, she could actually hear the tree's cries of pain. And so she did the thing anyone is expected to do when they hear someone in pain, she stood up for the tree. Out of nowhere, a vine grew up around the boys' wastes and arms, rooting them to the spot as Averie rushed over to the tree, flinging her small skinny arms around its trunk. Unfortunately for Averie and fortunately for the boys, a teacher had seen the whole thing go down. Averie was marched up through the halls of sniggering students to the principal's office and made to wait outside until the principal finished calling her mom. Word had spread quickly about the escapade and there were rumors that Averie would be sent to an insane asylum. And so Averie sat, propped up against the window bane, staring out into the cloudy skies with the principal's secretary shooting her nervous and disapproving glances from across the room. Averie watched as the rain slowly started and listened as the secretary moved about the room noisily. She could hear children gather around the door outside, straining to hear what had become of the girl they had always hated. She sighed heavily, contemplating her fate as she curled one of her dark locks around her finger. “Averie, your mother wants to speak to you outside before you go into the principal's office.” Said the nasal voice of the secretary, arousing Averie from her thoughts. “O-o-oh! O-okay. Outside the office door o-or–”
Her stutters were interrupted by the sharp words of the secretary, “Yes! Go, you stupid child!”
And Averie went, she flung open the door right as Mrs. White was rudely shooing away the children clustered there. On another day Averie might have smiled as she watched her adversaries fleeing before her mother but this was not the day. “Averie! Oh, darling, what have you done!?” her mother chastised.
“I-I–” Averie sputtered, she was confused and alarmed. What had she done? She had only been saving a tree from some cruel kids. She had never seen her mother this distressed.
Mrs. White glanced around anxiously, completely ignoring her child for a moment before she hissed, “Come, quick. Down the back stairs! No one can see us, we have to get out of here!”

~~May be continued~~

Notes: +505 words. +600 points to Rebel!

✦ Daily No. 8
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6885122/

Notes: +714 words. +600 points to Rebel!



✦ Writing Competition Entry
Fernweh

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✎.. Amethyst's JWC Journal

Hiya, I'm Amethyst!
She/her pronouns
Sleuth camper
EST timezone
✨Motivation sparkles✨

Word goal: 17,377 / 15,000

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• Dalies
  
  January 1st: An Introduction ・ 851・ 0
  January 2nd: Title ・ Words・ Points
  January 3rd: Unique Body Parts ・ 626・ 500
  January 4th: A Favorite Cliché ・ 363・ 400
  January 5th: Dellarie Dobble・ 631・ 600
  January 6th: Collaborative Story Feedback・ 362・ 200
  January 7th: Life On Neznan ・ 300・ 350
  January 8th: Title ・ Words・ Points
  January 9th: Title ・ Words・ Points
  January 10th: Title ・ Words・ Points
  January 11th: Title ・ Words・ Points
  January 12th: Title ・ Words・ Points
  January 13th: Title ・ Words・ Points
  January 14th: Personally Quizzes ・ 187・ 300
  January 15th: Journaling ・ 172・ 200
  January 16th: Cabin Genre: Sleuth ・ 479・ 605
  January 17th: Writing Habits ・ 374・ 400
  January 18th: Fanfiction・ 443・ 500
  January 19th: Character Fears ・ 235・ 300
  January 20th: Character Bio ・ 180・ 200
  January 21st: Writing Fight ・ 674・ 750
  January 22nd: Title ・ Words・ Points
  January 23rd: A Favorite Song ・ 365・ 400
  January 24th: Story Cover ・ 0・ 150
  January 25th: Break Day <3
  January 26th: Break Day <3
  January 27th: Researching ・ 267・ 200
  January 28th: My Oldest Story: Re-Written ・ 828・ 450
  January 29th: A New Perspective ・ 587・ 500
  January 30th: A Look Back At JWC 2023 ・ 355・ 100
  January 31st: Cabin Writing ・ 309・ 10k
  
  Total dailies completed: 23 / 31
  
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  Weeklies
  
  Week 1: ・Character Roles ・ 745・ 700
  Week 2: ・Character Arcs ・ 1,428・ 1,500
  Week 3: ・Settings ・2964・ 2600
  Week 4: ・Editing ・1,670・ 1,600
  
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  Monthly Challenges
  
  - Go to bed before 12:00 a.m. 3 days in a row: 3/3
  - Complete 15 dailies: 15/15
  - RP with someone from your cabin: 1/1
  - Complete 2 weeklies: 2/2
  - Enter the writing competition: 1/1
  
  - Win 4 word wars: 0/4
  - Write a 200 word minimum JWC fanfiction: 0/1
  - Enter the MB Cover contest: 0/1
  
  
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  Extras
  
  Word War Journal found here: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/652713/?page=11#post-6925933
  
  Journaling outside of JWC・ Jan 1st ・198
  Playwriting outside of JWC・Jan 24th ・317
  
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✎.. CCU's JWC Journal

↬ Name • CCU
↬ Pronouns • She.Her
↬ Cabin • #SleuthFTW!
↬ Word Goal • 16,630 out of 16k words


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Dailies

January 1st: #Daily 1 : Introduction ・ 554・ 400
January 2nd: #Daily 2 : Pantser writer or the Plotter writer ・ 414・ 500
January 3rd: #Daily 3 : Unique Body Parts ・ 633・ 500
January 4th: #Daily 4 : Cliché's ・ 347・ 400
January 5th: #Daily 5 : Outlining ・ 472・ 600
January 6th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 7th: #Daily 7 : Planet ・ 311・ 350
January 8th: #Daily 8 : Writing Prompts ・ 536・ 600
January 9th: #Daily 9 : Fairy Tales ・ 548・ 650
January 10th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 11th: #Daily 11 : Writing Journey・ 365・ 400
January 12th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 13th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 14th: #Daily 14 : Personality Quizzes ・ 399・ 300
January 15th: #Daily 15 : Interests ・ 239・ 200
January 16th: #Daily 16 : Cabin Genre ・ 693・ 605
January 17th: #Daily 17 : Writing Habits ・ 676・ 400
January 18th: #Daily 18 : Fanfic ・566・ 600
January 19th: #Daily 19 : Character Fears ・ 203・ 300
January 20th: #Daily 20 : Writing Fight : Day 1 ・ 52・ 200
January 21st: #Daily 21 : Writing Fight : Day 2 ・ 232・ 350
January 22nd: #Daily 22 : Writing Fight : Day 3 ・ 224・ 350
January 23rd: #Daily 23 : Favourite Song ・ 306・ 400
January 24th: #Daily 24 : Designing A Cover ・ 3・ 150
January 25th: Break Day! ・ N/A・ N/A
January 26th: Break Day! ・ N/A・ N/A
January 27th: #Daily 27 : Information ・ 172・ 200
January 28th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 29th: Title ・ Words・ Points
January 30th: #Daily 30 : Thoughts And Opinions ・ 321・ 100
January 31st: #Daily 31 : Last Day Of Camp ・ 4,077 in total, 271 from the daily・ Points


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Weeklies

Week 1:
- Part 1: Title ・Words・Points
- Part 2: Title ・Words・Points
- Part 3: Title ・Words・Points
Week 2:
- Part 1: #Part 1 : Gathering Ideas ・338・400
- Part 2: #Part 2 : Visualizing the Arc ・37・500
- Part 3: #Part 3 : Planning the Message ・403・600
Week 3:
- Part 1: #Part 1 : The Five Senses ・794・800
- Part 2: Title ・Words・Points
- Part 3: Title ・Words・Points
Week 4: ・Title ・ Words・ Points
- Part 1 : #Part 1 : Critiquing ・307・500
- Part 2 : #Part 2 : Editing The Story ・677・500
- Part 3 : #Part 3 : Silly Version ・693・600


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#Word War w/ @FirestarForReal : Stargazing・ 03/01/23 ・517 in total, 465 written for the war・200
#Word War w/ @icebunny11 : Word Wars・ 20/01/23 ・294・200


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Monthly Challenges
EDIT : 5 CHALLENGES COMPLETED! I actually have 2 RP's, but I'm too lazy to find the other one so I just linked the most recent one :P
✅- Go to bed before 12:00 a.m. 3 days in a row ・3/3
✅- Complete 15 dailies ・15/15
✅- Complete 2 weeklies ・2/2
✅- RP with someone from your cabin・Done , RP with @gamerny
- Win 4 word wars ・2/4
- Write a JWC fanfiction・Incomplete
- Enter the writing competition・Incomplete
✅- Enter the MB Cover Contest・Done , MB Cover Contest Entry

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Carina's JWC Writing
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About Me
↳ Nickname ⟶ Skylar/Carina/Milky ↴
↳ Pronouns ⟶ She/Her ↴
↳ Cabin ⟶ Journalist ↴
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Dailies
↳ 1st January ⟶ Introduction ⟶ 353 words ↴
↳ 2nd January ⟶ Panster vs Plotter writer ⟶ 464 words ↴
↳ 3rd January ⟶ Unique Body Parts ⟶ 549 words ↴
↳ 4th January ⟶ Skipped ↴
↳ 5th January ⟶ Skipped ↴
↳ 6th January ⟶ Skipped ↴
↳ 7th January ⟶ Life on another planet ⟶ 381 words ↴
↳ 8th January ⟶ Skipped* ↴
↳ 9th January ⟶ Skipped* ↴
↳ 10th January ⟶ Skipped* ↴
↳ 11th January ⟶ Skipped* ↴
↳ 12th January ⟶ Skipped* ↴
↳ 13th January ⟶ Skipped* ↴
↳ 14th January ⟶ Charachter Quiz Journalling ⟶ 443 words ↴

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Weeklies
↳ Weekly 1 ⟶ Characters ⟶ words ↴
↳ Weekly 2 ⟶ link ⟶ words ↴
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Monthly
↳ Sleep before 00:00 for three days ⟶ 3/3 ↴
↳ Complete 15 dailies ⟶ 4/15 ↴
↳ Enter the WC ⟶ link ↴
↳ Enter the MBC ⟶ link ↴
↳ Roleplay with someone in your cabin ⟶ link ⟶ words ↴
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➳ About Me

↬ Name • Coco
↬ Pronouns • She/Her
↬ Cabin • Rebel (co-leader)
↬ Word Goal • out of 8k Words
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➳ Tasks

Dailies:
↬ January 1st | About Me | 321 words | 400 points
In the flickering glow of candlelight, a girl sat alone at her desk, scribbling away in a notebook. The aroma of pumpkin spice filled the room, so heavy that it was almost tangible. Books lay haphazardly across the desk and floor, some still open from where she had been reading them. In th mirror that hung on the wall facing her, she saw how her dark curls tumbled down her back, unbrushed and unkempt.
It was because of the dim lighting, (and maybe because she was a little lost in thought) that she didn't notice the door opening, and someone coming inside. A sharp tap on her shoulder caused her to spin around in her chair, dropping her pen in the process.
''Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!'' A girl stood there, a hand still on her arm.
''It's fine. No harm done.''
''I came to ask if you knew where my copy of ‘The Woman in Black’ is.'' She squinted to make out all the books scattered about the room.
''I don't. I thought I gave it back to you?''
''No Coco, you didn't.'' She rolled her eyes. ‘'Obviously. Else I wouldn’t be here.''
''No need to be so sarcastic.'' She said
''You do it all the time–''
''Exactly. It's my thing. Now back off Ivy, and go look for your book properly.''
Ivy sighed. ‘'But I have! I know you have it!’'
Coco stood up abruptly, and walked over to a pile of books in the corner. She moved several aside and retrieved one. Ivy watched as she put the book down on the desk.
''There you go.''
''I thought you didn't have it?!''
''I lied– I hoped that you'd put it down to misplacement.''
''How did you even find it, in all this–'' She gestured wildly to the mess that filled the room.
''Organised chaos. Everything has a specific place. It's just a bit… hectic.''

A/N: I LOVE the woman in black, and I would definitely ‘borrow’ someone's copy of it lol (but I would give it back, I promise xD) The other person in this is just there for the dialouge, not based of a real person.


↬ January 2nd | Plotted Writing Piece | 206 words | 500 points
Tick.. Tock
Another hour gone.
Tick.. Tock
Still no sign of him.
Tick.. Tock
I rose out my chair, my face stained with tears. I needed to do something. But what could I do? He was gone, taken from me, that much I was sure. It was the question of where he had been taken that I could not answer. There was no way for me to find out. I had no map, no horse, no means of going after him. Unless… no. It would be of no use.
But maybe it could help me a little…
I hurried to the kitchen, grabbing everything I could find, that I knew would keep for a while, and shoved it into a bag. I left the bag of food by the front door and went to find a thin blanket. That was placed in the bag with the food. I filled a bottle with fresh water from my supply: I had stocked up from the well only yesterday. That too went in the bag. I donned my warmest coat and boots, and turned to take one last look at my home. It was drastic, yes. But I would do anything, if it meant seeing my little brother again.


↬ January 3rd | Title | Words | Points
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↬ January 4th | Cliches | 290 | 400 points
My favourite writing cliche is probably the De@d Parents trope. I just want to add before I continue, that it's not really my ‘favourite’ in terms of reading, but I like to use it in my writing because it helps with quick character development. It's easy to use, as you can say that before the story started, something happened to the protagonist's parents, or during the book you can have something happen to them. Either way, it builds backstory, and/or character. In my own writing, it tend to use the first one. So, I'll introduce my main character, who usually lives alone, or with a sibling, because their parents aren't around. For some reason, I usually write about siblings (maybe because I have none irl). I mean, take the story I'm currently working on for example. It's about a 16 year old girl called Leonora, whose parents have both passed away, (this is the same story that the exerpt above is from, although I made that bit for the purpose of the daily), who finds that her younger brother has been taken, so she defies the Elders of her colony and goes to search for him. In the forest, she meets a 17 year old boy called Theodore, who has run away from his colony because he doesn't want to become the Chief when he turns 18, and his society put too much pressure on him. His mother isn't around, and he hates his dad. His ‘mother-figure’ is a woman called Verity who taught him how to paint, and she has always been there for him, even when his father wasn't. In conclusion, I use this trope a lot, and I don't think I will every stop using it. Bye.

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↬ January 8th | Prompt | Exactly 400 words | 600 points

All my life I had felt alone. I never had any friends, and my family never really seemed to care. It felt like I was an outsider, an outcast. Many sleepless nights, tears and questions. Why? Why me? I couldn't understand it. What had I ever done? No one would talk to me at school. I was called names, relentlessly by my classmates. I did nothing to deserve it. But that didn’t stop them. Every single day, I would be called stupid, weird, ugly, all sorts of things. I never showed how much it really hurt me, how much it stung. But every night, I would cry myself to sleep, willing it to stop. It never did. I knew no one would ever want to be my friend, not after all of that. So I resigned myself to being alone for the rest of my school days, and maybe the rest of my life. It was hard, but it was life. There was no point in even trying anymore. The teasing, name-calling, bullying would never stop. So why should I even try to stand up to it any more?
But all of that changed when I met this girl, Avery. She was the first person who I felt really cared about me, who didn't think I was weird. Avery showed me that I wasn't an outcast, not really. And I can't thank her enough for that. She taught me what real love is.
And then I joined the chess club, after a lot of convincing from Avery. I met more people, who also felt like outcasts. And suddenly we all realised that we weren't alone. Now, I have lots of real friends. Avery, of course, my best friend in the whole entire world. Then there's Theo, Maddie and Ollie, from chess club, who share so many of my interests. Elena, my little sister, who finally grew out of her bratty phase, and hangs out with me all the time now. Melanie, Cara and Jasmine, from Art class, who taught me how to draw and paint properly, and always stand up for me. I really couldn't have asked for better people in my life. I always thought I was destined to be alone, and they all felt the same way. Together, we taught each other that we would always have somebody. And now I know.
I will never be truly alone.

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I used my character Leonora Hart for this daily. It was was really fun to envisage her taking the tests! A brief bit of backstory: Leonora's main conflict in the story is that her brother has been k!ddnaped, and she leaves her ‘colony’ to search for him. It's set in a fantasy world where humans are a rare commodity and Angels and Demons have overtaken. Leonora is what could be described as impulsive, and she never really thinks before she acts. She gets irritated easily, but at the end of the day, she wants what's best for her family, and she put's her brother's safety before her own. When I took the MBTI test, I got the result I expected, because I have already decided on a Personality Type for her. The result I got for the quiz was the same, ESFJ. On the elements quiz, I got earth, which I think fits her. And finally, on the emoji quiz, I got the happy emoji, which fits hewr, as she is mostly happy, and appreciates what she has in life.
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Em's Magazine
Looking around, you think of what to read, all these books seem so tantalizing! Then, something catches your eye. A magazine. Something you usually wouldn't read, but you decide to give it a try! Flipping through the pages, you see…
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➷ Name • Em
➷ Pronouns • she/her
➷ Cabin • JOURNALIST
➷ Word Goal • 326 out of 15k Words
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➳ Main Cabin Tasks

Dailies:
➷ January 1st | Introduction | 326 words | 400 points
Em looks around the beautiful main cabin, finding a cozy chair to sit in, ready to do the daily, she pulls a book out to pass the time with.
Someone walks up to her. “Hey! I'm Alicia, what's your name?”
“I'm Em, leading Journalist this session,” Em tells her.
“Wow! That's super cool! Do you really like writing?” Alicia asks Em.
“Well a few years ago, writing was definitely not my best subject at school, my teachers told me that I had to elaborate more in writing, and I've been trying to do that, I can see my improvement, in my first session of SWC, I entered the writing competition, and didn't win anything, but in the November 2022 session, I entered again with a different piece, and actually got a juniors prize!”
“That really shows how much you've changed,” Alicia said, clearly intrigued.
Em blushes. “It's nothing too much, I had a lot of help, especially with Critiquaire coming up. Writing isn't my favorite thing to do though,”
“What is?”
Taking out her book, Em says “My favorite thing to do is actually reading, pretty similar to writing if you think, but I've met some people who are amazing at writing but hate reading, and vice versa. I guess it's a bit more relaxing, as it comes to me more naturally than writing does,”
“To me, reading is pretty hard, but I'm one of the best in my writing class, so I understand what you mean!” Alicia smiles. “You seem like a pretty interesting person, would you like to talk more somewhere else?”
“Of course! I know this great place outside of the cabin, there are a lot of people who hang out there too! I always feel really connected with nature, especially marine animals, and that land has a bunch of wildlife which is great for just chilling out and learning new things in the wilderness,”
And they walked away, chatting like old friends.

➷ January 2nd | Changing Writing Styles | 280 Words | 400 points
I'm usually a panster writer, so I added on to a story by doing what a plotter writer does! The bold is what I've added on.
A Mirror Image
Black hair tied into a ponytail, brown eyes, and peach skin. A loose sweater over an unfashionably long sleeved shirt with “Celebrate Everyday!” written on it. That’s what I see in the mirror. But I don’t only see that. Acne scars, volcanoes with lava spurting out, oily skin, terrible smile, face is too big, hair that just doesn’t look right. That’s me. Until it isn’t.
7:00 A.M
I wake up to the sound of my alarm beeping furiously. Groaning and moaning, I beg for the wretched sound to stop, but it marches on, persistently sending signals to the main hub.
Giving up on even getting one more wink of sleep, I pull myself off the fluffy bed and trudge to the alarm posed to slam it shut. Hand poised perfectly, I bring it down fast, and- miss it. My palm slaps on the hard wood of my dresser. Moaning in pain, I cradle my hand close to my chest and sigh. Just a regular day, nothing else.
When I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth, the floor creaks behind me. I turn around as fast as lightning “Who’s there?” I call. Nothing. It must be my footsteps, I convinced myself, even though I knew that our house was pretty new.
As I looked into the mirror, my face looked like one of a monsters. That wasn’t unusual, but today, it look even more monster-ish. Doing what I did all the time, I picked at some of the scabs and kept to it until they started bleeding. Flicking off a piece of dried up yellowish stuff, I went back to my business.
8:15 PM
School is always worse than home, wherever you look, there is the face of beautifully smooth skin complimenting their hair, not a pimple in sight. I guess I’m the only one who has puberty this bad. I can’t but help think that this is so unfair to me. Sure, there might be a minority of kids who have it like me, but they don’t seem to care. I do.
Getting off of the bus, avoiding everyone’s looks, I speed walk to the white building. In middle school, it’s a nightmare. The books do not exaggerate. Well, at least it is for me. An upcoming dance? That’s great if you have a date and you aren’t afraid of vibing in front of your whole grade! Special school activities with teams? Not if almost everyone doesn’t even want to be next to you!
Sure, I do have loyal friends, but they usually do things for the fun of it, and I wouldn’t.
“Ally! Over here!” Nikita waves me over. “Ahhh everyone’s going to that festival in the afternoon! Do you want to hitch a ride with me to there?”
Ugh. The festival. Everyone’s so excited about it, but again, not me. It’s supposed to be the biggest thing ever, with our town’s Miss Edgewood, carnival games, and finally the big dance/feast. Everyone who wants a date scrambles to ask their crush. Some people are freaking out over not having a date yet. I’ve told some of them to just ask whoever they’d like or go alone, but they always say “Do you think I’m an idiot? Why would I ask someone when I’m the person who should be asked out!” I guess I do understand why they wouldn’t go alone.
“Probably not,” I answer Nikita.
“But Ally!!!!!! Everyone’s going, you can’t miss this, Amelia, Ever, Nailah, Mila, Kiara, the whole gang!”
“I’ll think about it,”
“I really do hope you come!” Nikita calls to me as I walk away.


➷ January 3rd | If Humans Had Wings | 364 words | 500 points
As Julia soared through the sky, she couldn’t help but feel free from all her troubles, all her problems went away when she took off. A familiar feeling, yet she was never sick of it.
But she had bigger things to address. Scoping out the island, she took in the lush greenery and sand. Suddenly, she spotted a flash of milky brown.
“Aha! Those little-” Julia stopped herself, she needed to focus.
The island was supposed to be guarded heavily by the queen’s army. Well, when she swooped in and cut their wings, they would be helpless, humans were not conditioned to run very fast, so Julia would just call for backup, and together they would bring them to the queen, who would reward Julia handsomely, the only reason why she was doing this.
Thinking about this, she looked back at the island and felt a lump growing in her throat. She hoped her family had listened to her warning and already left the island for a safer haven.
Being distracted is not very good when you’re flying, and the moment Julia’s mind started wandering off, her wings started going berserk, as she was still pretty new to flying.
Unable to control her flight, Julia went crashing down into a forest. Hitting many branches, she could feel her wings taking all the impact as she flailed her other limbs wildly, trying to grab something.
Luckily, her arms found a strong stick that she grabbed on before she tumbled any farther. Unfortunately, her arms were also not conditioned to be very strong, so Julia only had moments before it would be too much for her, and she would continue falling, most likely to her death.
She had to do something. Trying to feel her wings, she realized that they obviously had no strength inside them, she couldn’t even move an inch with them! Groaning in frustration, she had no choice but to sacrifice her only lifeline. The parachute.
Grudgingly releasing it from her backpack, she chided herself for not being careful enough. She could only use the parachute once, and then it would disappear! She hadn’t even reached the island and she’d failed big time!

➷ January 4th | My Favorite Cliche | 259 words | 400 points

One of my favorite cliches is the “cliffhanger”. Though it is really overused and frustrating, what I like about is that the author, no matter what, forces us to continue reading or wait for the next book to come out. On the other hand, there are standalone novels with cliffhangers at the end that make most people feel unwhole, but again, I love them because they leave so much room for imagination, so I can basically continue to shape the story into something I want.
That sometimes makes me feel terrible because there really is nothing that is as good as the author’s work on their own books, but it gives a spin of fun that I personally enjoy having. It also makes it a bit more memorable than other books, also including books with bad endings/things that aren’t resolved in the end.
For the series cliffhangers, though it makes you impatient, it makes me more motivated to finish the next book whenever it comes out, instead of if a book series didn’t have a cliffhanger, I wouldn’t really care about what came after because I don’t need to read about it.
Chapter cliffhangers, really are of no use to me, because I usually pick up a book and read it in a whole sitting, but sometimes I stop to think about it, and my brain starts to form crazy things, and it gets me more excited, and I flip the page and start eagerly reading.
I hope this has taught you that cliffhangers can still be amazing!

➷ January 5th | Character Outline | 470 words | 600 points

Name: Ophelia Solace // Gender: Female // Age: 15 // Personality: Ophelia loves to joke around, and sometimes people around her get irritated by that, but Ophelia remains clueless. She it very outgoing, but doesn’t have a lot of friends, as sometimes she can be a bit pushy but always means well. Ophelia loves school, but is terrible at it, but that doesn’t stop her! She will do something until she does it right, no matter how many tries she’ll have to take before she gets it. // Appearance: Ophelia has light brown skin and warm hazel eyes. Her hair is raven black, wavy locks that run to her waist, and is always different, she loves trying on new styles, so you never know what to expect from her. She is average height. She always has a cheerful smile on her face, but not to wide, and if not, she never will look upset or angry. // Hobbies: Studying with close friends, shopping, sleeping, binging good tv shows, and dancing. // Family: Harry Solace (father), Mary Solace (mother), and Gisa Solace (sister) // Likes: Pineapple pizza, windy days, her dance studio, happiness, puddles, and Burger King’s chicken fries. // Dislikes: Waking up late, mechanical pencils that don’t work, people who don’t care about others, procrastination, reading, and cheese pizza. // Backstory: Ophelia is the older sister, so her parents really have set a lot of expectations on her, many that she can’t reach. She gets frustrated because they expect things from her that she tries to do, but can’t. She feels like only her sister and friends understand her, so she spends most of her time hanging out with her friends, or talking to her sister, instead of communicating with her parents. In terms of independence, her parents have given her lots of it, so she’s used to staying home alone or having to go to a mall and walk home alone, but she’s always wished that her parents could be different, and that they would spend more time with her, as without a big mother and father figure, she’s always felt exposed to the world without someone protecting her. Ophelia has always been searching for someone who could give her that comfort, but so far, no can do. She only has a few friends, but they are very close friends that will always be by her side, she also has some mutual relationships with classmates just in case her friends all decide to ignore her, and she needs someone to talk to. With so much bottled thoughts, she needs to rant, and excluding her parents, there isn’t a lot of people she can rant to, which turns her to be super talkative with her friends and sister. Even though she loves her sister, Gisa has always been the perfect daughter that her parents wanted, so she can’t relate.

➷ January 6th | Title | Words | Points
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➷ January 7th | If human life was on Venus | 327 Words | 350 points

“Milly, don’t forget your suit before you go out!” My mother called to me.
“Of course, if I didn’t, I would be burned to a crisp!” I responded.
“You say that like it’s funny!” My sister yelled at me. “If I was you, I would be dreaming of a way to go to Earth!”
I bit back my tongue from retorting at her comment. Julie’s feet are useless, somehow she was the only one in our family that couldn’t take Venus. This is pretty common, but unlikely to our family because we’ve been living here since life first emerged. Julie loves reading, and recently she’s heard of “Earth” this wonderful planet where the atmosphere doesn’t try to kill you every time you walk outside.
I don’t even get how our ancestors survived a day, no one knows, but we never think about it too long, as we’re more focused on living.
I have a few friends, Daisy and Mel. They’re both pretty normal if you don’t count that Daisy’s blind and Mel’s brain has been affected by Venus. It’s rare for people to develop completely normal, lots of our neighbors consider me lucky. I guess I am pretty lucky.
Whenever I go to Daisy’s, we play games. Not board games of course, but things like Jepoarsy, Daisy doesn’t have to see to play it, and Mel and I enjoy it too.
Julie always talks about bringing everyone to “Earth” as it is much more suitable for our kind, the hukums. Sadly, she can’t do anything as our mother never allows her out of the house. “Just in case she gets some other sickness,” she explained to me. Actually, not a lot of people get out of their houses, Daisy can’t, my mother just doesn’t as she needs to take care of Julie, my neighbor Layla, and basically everyone else.
Maybe Julie has a point, maybe we should try to go to Earth. But is it worth trying?

➷ January 8th | Prompt Time | 464 words | 600 points
Prompt by @shes-a-lady

It had all fallen apart, but they were okay. They were okay.

I sobbed, hugging JJ “I don’t know what to say,”
JJ looked at me, tears in his eyes. “We’re going to be okay, we’re going to be okay,” it was more of an assurance than a statement.
“You guys?” Amelia asked cautiously. “I know this is a bit too much for you, but I know you can get through this,”
Can we? I didn’t know, after all, that had happened, maybe JJ and I could pull through, but Maria? It hit her too hard. She might not even recover. We could only hope for the best. What if- No. I couldn’t think like that. Be positive.
JJ voiced the same thought that I had. “Can we? It’s too hard, this might be the last of our family, after-” JJ’s voice cracked, not wanting to say what came next.
Amelia answered. “I know you’re all thinking about Maria. I know she’s still in the hospital. She needs a lot of recovery, after that stab in the eye by Olive. Olive’s recovering too, they’ll both need some time, but don’t worry about them, Maria sends her greetings,” Amelia pulled out a handwritten card and handed it to me.
I opened it, and I started reading.
Dear all of you,
I know that you’re probably thinking what I’m thinking. That I might-
You know what? We aren’t going to go there. After all these years, I finally need to tell you something. Something that might change your whole view of what happened to Hope. But just for you guys to be assured, I won’t do what you’re thinking. I’ve decided to live my life to the fullest.
The letter continued, explaining that story that we all wanted to know, it was right there in front of us. After reading, I choked back a gasp and handed it to JJ, who then read it at least 10 times, then to Amelia again, who finally got a good look at it.
Amelia laughed with delight. “Well see, your suspicions are wrong! Maria would never do that to us!”
I was so relieved. Our life was still broken, but this confession put superglue on everything. I couldn’t be upset with Maria anymore. I knew what she experienced, and I completely understand exactly why she chose to hide it from us.
Our friendship will never be as strong as it was when we were younger, heck we might go back to not being friends again. It pains my heart to think about it, but she is moving, so JJ and I won’t have much of a chance to communicate with her. But the good thing is that I have closure now, and even if everything is still in pieces, I’m whole, and I can bet that JJ and Olive are too.

➷ January 9th | Title | Words | Points
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➷ January 10th | Title | Words | 200 points
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➷ January 11th | Title | Words | Points
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➷ January 12th | Plot of Colors | 229 words | 300 points

Opening: Jaine describes her life to us, how she is different from other people, not exactly what you’d call a normal person. She only can see the world in abstract colors, that paint her whole vision.
She tells us that she wishes to have someone to relate to, someone who had the same problem as her. Her family is amazing and always takes care of her, but they’re not like her, so she doesn’t feel too connected to them.
She gives us some examples of when she might see specific colors, like orange for happiness, purple for fear, and green for the burden she has on her parents. Throughout this part, you can see her getting increasingly frustrated about her situation, no matter how many upsides life has.
Climax: Jaine starts to talk about how she doesn’t deserve this world, she’s tried too hard, but it hasn’t worked, and she’ll never find closure here. There’s no going back, even though you can see that she tries to convince herself otherwise. It’s like she has two parts of herself that are battling to take control of her.
Closing: She finally decides what to do, leave this world. She describes the vivid flash of colors, the last thing that she finally sees before not seeing anything, gone, free, and relaxed, she’ll never have to worry, but she’ll never live again either.


➷ January 13th | Journaling on personality test results | 245 words | 300 points

I did the personality tests with my character that I did for the first weekly pt. 1. Her name is not disclosed, and I won’t reveal it, but she is the sister of the antagonist, technically her sister had been changed to be that way, and she is trying to find a way to get her back and stop her from ruining other people’s lives.
For the MBTI test, she got INFJ, the rarest type. I think that it really does fit her, she is introverted, but she is sensitive, though she won’t show it on the outside. I don’t have anything else to say, I’m satisfied with this result.
For the elements test, she got lightning, which also pretty much sums her up. She is very lucky in her adventures, but she does know that someday her luck will run out. She is very creative in her planning and is always prepared for the worst to happen. She takes risks as how emotional she is really affected what she does, as her enemy is her sister, she can be blinded by the right thing to do.
For the emoji test, I don’t think that it got it right, it says that she is always very positive, but actually, she’s the opposite. She usually likes to spend her time alone, and she’s never been in a very good mood after her sister changed. I disagree completely with this, but for the other two, I’m satisfied.


➷ January 14th | Title | Words | Points
did this without proof.
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➷ January 17th | How Em Writes | 266 words | 400 points

Just after dinner, Em stands up, making sure that everything is finished before she starts to write.
Closing the door to her room to make sure that no unwanted sound is heard, Em puts some soft music on, it always makes her think better. Looking at her unfinished piece, she sighed, knowing that she had author’s block.
What should she do? She just didn’t know how to continue. Should her characters go rescue a character, or should they just leave him? What would happen? Would that character free himself and become angry at them, or would the characters feel bad, if they didn’t free the character, would they lose the ultimate battle?
So many questions that Em couldn’t answer. As she thought, she started to tune out to her thoughts, focusing on the music that she was hearing. It didn’t give her any new ideas, but she realized that she should just do what she does usually type random things!
Making split-second decisions during writing made Em feel like she was making her own choose-your-own-ending story. It was spontaneous and fun. Best of all, she could go back and edit anything she thought should change.
Fingers clicking furiously on the keys, Em started to write her soul out, sometimes pausing to search up objects so as to describe them better, sometimes taking a short mental break and starting again.
The sky was dark, it was a very relaxing mood, just writing and chilling. No one else, just her. It made Em feel detached from the world, a place where only she resided.
That was her writing.


➷ January 18th | JWC Fanfic | 446 words | 600 points
Note: Does not count for 15 daily challenge, only for JWC fanfic

“Knight shall prevail!” Came to a shout from below. “We started from the bottom, but are rising to the top!”
Piper scoffed. “As if you guys would come close to first place, where Sleuth should rightfully be!”
Kat ran up to her. “How dare you insult us! Though Journalist is in first, wait and see, I posted the writing comp, and then Journalist shall dominate!”
“Nuh-uh, Droid will win, it’s obvious!”
The cabin erupted in outrage, cabin against cabin. The last cabin wars were already the most ruthless ever to be seen, but this? No, this was worse. Friendships falling apart, allies starting to become suspicious, and well, the hosts were helpless. They couldn’t do anything. No one could blame them, anyway, it was the cabin’s fault.
Jean stared at the angry campers and (co)leaders. Sighing, she asked Dawn. “What should we do? I’ve never seen anything like this before,”
“Well, the only thing we can do is let them solve their own problems. If there wasn’t any Rebel, there wouldn’t be Sleuth. They’re dependent on each other and they don’t know it!” Dawn exclaimed. “The only thing we can do is-” her face brightened up. “I know exactly what will put this camp in shape,”
Dawn whispered to Jean her idea. “That’s amazing! I’m sure it’ll work!” Jean smiled. “This might just bring them together again!
Jean turned her attention to the crowd below. “Everybody! Each cabin will be sent into an enclosed room, locked, with their enemy cabin. You will have to find your way out of it together. If you don’t figure out how to escape, then, well, you can say goodbye to competition!”
“Pshh Sleuth’s got this! Our cabin storyline is literally an escape room!” A camper yelled. “We are going to dominate!”
“Are you going to dominate with Pirate by your side?” Dawn asked with a wry grin. “That’s right, if you get out, then your enemy cabin is safe too. And for you all overconfident Sleuthers, this will be an escape room like you’ve never seen,”
Jean added under her breath. “Oh, it will,”
“Sleuth with Pirate! Gather up, gather up!” Dawn started herding all of the Pirate and Sleuth people together.
“Droid and Journalist! This way,” Jean followed along with the other two.
Once they were locked in their rooms, the other campers and (co)leaders heaved a sigh of relief.
“Oh, we’re not done yet, you guys are still doing this! Rebel and Knight, go in there!”
They all reluctantly walked in.
As Dawn slammed the door and locked it, she smiled. “I’m excited to see what happens,”
“So am I,” Jean said.
They shared a smile.


➷ January 19th | One of My Character's Fears | 255 words | 300 points

One of my character’s fears is that everyone close to her will leave her someday. It’s already happened with her older sister, not that her sister wanted it to happen, but it did. These fears haunt her in her dreams, every single night is horror, a repeating memory of when she realized her sister was gone, and then her friends tell her that she’s useless and doesn’t deserve them.
She is then left alone in the dark, sobbing uncontrollably, hearing a voice telling her that it’s going to be ok, reaching out for her-
And then she wakes up.
This fear causes her to try her best, and make sure that everything is perfect for her friends. If she can’t do that, she will try and hide it, fake that everything is alright, so her friends and family aren’t worried, or to her, angry. This is a very conflicting problem, as it is perfectly reasonable, but this will never be fixed unless she gets her sister back.
Hiding this from her friends and family was the most reasonable thing to do as she didn't know what to say if she did tell them the truth. She becomes paranoid because she is afraid her secret will come out, and her loved ones will be more upset and angry than if she revealed the truth to them.

➷ January 20th | Character Bio for Writing Fight | 133 words | 200 points

Name Undisclosed // 14 // female // Serious, strict, responsible, feels like she always disappoints her loved ones, gets things done fast, loves to be next to nature, the only place where she can truly feel free. She is very closed, not willing to let her friends make any more friends or even her making new friends as she is afraid that if her friends have new friends, they'll leave her, and she thinks that making new friends is too complicated. // she has waist-length wavy brown hair and blue eyes. She is very tall and has a slim frame, she always wears the same thing, a patched-up pink hoodie of her sister's and black leggings. She wears old Air Force sneakers that are so gray that you can't see a bit of white left in them.

➷ January 21st | Writing Fight No. 1 | 473 words | 550 points

“What are you doing?” Ernest asked Calliope.
“What do you think, preparing for my performance?” She said tartly.
Ernest studied Calliope for a second. “There’s something fishy going on with you, and I’ll get to the bottom of this, no matter what happens.
“Should I tell the world your secret?” Calliope called to Ernest as he was about to walk away.
Ernest froze. “What secret! I ain’t got no secret!”
“Don’t play dumb, I know what your family has been keeping. If you want your secret to staying one, don’t you dare go next to me again, or else,”
A few hours later, Ernest was in his room, thinking of what to do. This thing with Calliope could be a breakthrough, he could earn riches beyond his thoughts. It was just like her to do this. Well, he would need to get some help.
Ernest called his son to help him.
“Well, we already know that she’s suspicious, we just have to find out what she’s doing and prove it to everyone that she’s guilty, without her realizing it’s you that’s investigating her,” his son told him.
“That’s no problem, you have a bunch of fake ids for things like this, just take one out and help me with this!” Ernest exclaimed.
“I’m afraid it’s a bit harder than that, I still have your old private detective job, I still have a job to do,”
“Then figure something out!” Ernest couldn’t believe this was happening. “Tell your client that you’re multitasking and that it might be a bit of time until you figure out their case,”
“Easy for you to say,” his son snorted. “I’ll see what I can do,” and he left.
Ernest was in a bit of a dilemma. He had to figure out what Calliope was doing. After thinking a while, he had just the thing.
The stage was cramped with props and outfits, something that Ernest always hated. But of course, it was just like Calliope to do this. It was hard, but he was able to sign up for a role in Calliope’s play, this way he could spy on her.
Footsteps thudding on the wood floor brought Ernest out of his thoughts. Calliope appeared out of the curtain, wearing the fanciest dress Ernest had ever seen. “Welcome, welcome, as you know this is a performance of the Great Gatsby, and all of you have to do well, otherwise-” Calliope studied her perfectly manicured fingernails. “We won’t be able to enter the competition for the best play ever made. My friends are coming and they don’t want to be disappointed,” When Calliope looked up, she did seem a bit nervous. “Places everyone! Ms. Ria will monitor your dress rehearsal while I set up everything,”
Ernest cracked his knuckles and smiled in satisfaction. This was going to be easy.


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➷ January 28th | Revisions of My First Piece, Mission, Impossible | 424 words | 450 points

Boing! The springboard squeaked I finished my backward handspring and continued onto a backward pike. It was 3:30 in the afternoon when people usually have their after-school clubs, crafts, pickleball, and stuff like that.
Me? I am like the other kids who do outside-of-school activities but the classes I go to are a bit harder and more for gifted students. I excel at gymnastics and almost everything that is in martial arts.
“ Stretch your legs out more when you lift off!” my coach yelled. Her name is Fiona and she earned silver in the Olympics for team gymnastics. It was very hard to get such a good teacher, my parents say I have to cherish what I have, so I do. After listening to her, I then readjusted my body and did the handspring pike one more time.
“Good enough,” she yelled again. “But you need more energy!” In case you think my coach is a psycho who loves screaming, she’s not. It is super loud at 24-hour fitness in California. The best athletes all go there, so there is a lot of noise. “ Time for your walkovers,” she hollered.
After training for about one hour and 30 minutes, I finally left the gym and went to the Martial Arts Center nearby.
“It’s nice to see you again, Hope!” my other Sensei said.
I bowed. “Hi! I replied. “Sensei, I'm going to need to leave a little earlier than usual because I have homework.”
“That’s alright, as long as you train hard enough, you can leave in one hour!”
“Thanks,”
“So let’s practice all of your karate and kung-fu moves. Remember, karate is best for attacking, and kung-fu is better for blocking and protecting yourself. Use that knowledge while you practice and you will be amazed at your progress”
I did kicks, punches, dodges, and blocks. My sensei always says it is good that I also practice gymnastics because it helps my martial arts. After 1 hour, I had to leave. I bowed to my teacher and opened the door, chasing the 6:00 pm bus.
There were two buses, one that was about to leave and one that just came. I, unsure of which one was right, took the one that just came. There are 2 reasons for that. 1 The bus that I chose was one minute late like me, so it was easier to get on. 2 I was tired from my training, so I would have chosen any bus that came.
I couldn’t have chosen more wrong than this.

➷ January 29th | Title | Words | Points
➷ January 30th | Title | Words | Points
➷ January 31st | Thank You Notes | 1079 | Points

The Hosts:
@Dawn_Camps:
Dawnnnnn you were such an amazing friend, fellow leader, host, leader, and so much more! I honestly cannot imagine a world without your kindness, and I will miss you so much, but as I’ve already said I think about 2 times, life takes us wherever it wants to, I totally understand why you are leaving, but I just want you to know that you have impacted so many people’s lives here, whether you know it or not, you are a friend to many, and a hero (and friend!) to me.
@school4girlhd:
Jean!! I think you’re also leaving, correct me if I’m wrong, but the way you hosted this session, was amazing. You were always there for a friendly talk, working so hard, especially since it was only you and Dawn hosting, usually my expectations for a small camp aren’t that high, but you knocked it out of the park, making sure that everyone was active, having so many cool things for JWC, I can say, this won’t be the last time I participate here. Thank you so much for what you’ve done!!
The Leaders:
@Eeveedonut:
IRIS SIRI!! You are an awesome leader, I could see that from the first time we met, you are so balanced and organized, and somehow you can do 10 camps at once? I admire you for that!! Pirate seems like an amazing cabin to be in, it clearly shows that you gave in a lot of work, so congrats!
@Piper_Camps:
You stole Pineapple > /j I don’t know how you mastered it, but whenever I look at your cabin, everything seems to be perfect! From the pfps to the storyline, if I was a camper, your cabin would be my top choice! Your hard work paid off on the leaderboard to, you guys were in first place for basically the whole session, and no matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t get pass you Oh well, the results aren’t posted yet so we other cabins still have some time!!!!! Overall, I love what you’ve done, I hope to get to know you more someday!!!
@thouqhts-:
Aspen!! We didn’t talk much, but I could tell that you are a nice person and leader!!! After Aura went inactive, you took on the role of leader and you never complained! In fact, even in the little time you had, you turned Rebel into a beautiful wonder, something that I don’t think I could ever do! You have an amazing personality, and I’d love to talk to you again!
@essayist:
Iris!!! Again, like Aspen, even though your leader went inactive, you were still able to make a wonderful cabin, and climb up from the rankings to second place!!! I already know what a great leader you are, as I had the honor of having you as my co in SRC. I know you’ll do bigger and better things, and I hope to see what they are!!
@Xx_Hermione_xX:
We didn’t really communicate together in this session, but I know you from some other places, and your storyline with the two sides of the kingdom, it was honestly the most aesthetically pleasing and creative storyline I’ve ever seen in a long time! I even took some inspiration from your cabin into some of my cabins in other camps as I thought it was so amazing! Thank you for everything you do here!
Cos (I won’t list everyone here sorry )
@Kat_Camps:
Kat, you were the best co that a leader could ask for!!!!!!! You really took a lot of the jobs that I was supposed to do, and did them so wonderfully that I was shocked! From making the aesthetic set to the pfps, sharing your thought-provoking ideas, I really enjoyed my time with you. I would definitely love to talk with you even after this session ends! TYSM for being the great person you are!
@school4girlsad:
When you declined my offer for co, I have to be honest, I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy, but now that I’ve seen the work that you’ve done for Sleuth, if we could go back again, I would force you into choosing Piper! You guys are a great team, and seeing you work was awesome, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. You are an amazing person, and I hope to see you again someday!
@xc-egg:
Paige, you were an awesome co to Willow, and I loved your pfps that you made, I could see your impact in the cabin, and I don’t have much to say because I’m working with you right now, which will probably get me closer to you, so I’m very excited for that, and you are a very experienced person in Scratch Camps, so I’d like to learn a few tips from you!
@Froggola:
From the start, I could see that you are a very enthusiastic person, you achieved things that Kat and I never thought to do! For example, you even made pirate themed signatures that looked awesome, I think that every single leader needs a co like you to keep them happy and motivated, not stressed out as you really balanced out the work that Iris and you had to do! Keep up the great work!
Cabins:
Sleuth:
You guys are slaying but we’ll beat you There are some amazing people in this cabin, and I’d like to know all of you guys better and totally not steal your secrets for success…
Pirate:
Arrrrrrr, I hope you’ve beat Sleuth in your ship race or something like that… you guys are awesome and piraty and PLEASE DON’T ROB ME
Droid:
Movies are the best, and you guys are too!!!! Enjoy having some of the most awesome leaders leading you, and I hope you had an amazing session!!!
Rebel:
You guys were very close with each other, something that I always want my cabin to be, and so I hope you’ve made some good friendships and keep on slaying!!!
Knight:
With your leaders, I feel like you’ve become also a very close cabin, one that is both sarcastic but funny at the same time, I promise I’ll go to you whenever I have questions about if water is wet
Journalist:
MY BABY CABIN!! I’ve enjoyed every single moment here, made some friends, and hopefully gotten some people into writing!!!!!!!!!! I hope you all want to do JWC again, and that we have made this an enjoyable session!!!!!! I hope to see some of you guys again!


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➷ Weekly 1 | Characters | 2702 words | 2,000 points

⇢ Part One
Protagonist: Elliana - Antagonist: Sweetie - Deuteragonist: Capt. Ex and Dougie - Tertiary characters: Sprites, Gremlins, Space Pirates, and Jamie
Total words: 722 words

“Again? I groaned, pressing a cold cloth against my forehead. God, I wanted to hit my head against the wall. Of course, Sweetie was back. She could never be defeated! Even Capt. Ex, who was super close to her didn’t even know what she was going to do.
Capt. Ex raises his tablet. “She only sent me this video, nothing else,” he looked hopefully at me. “I know we can do this, and with Dougie, we’ll be unbeatable,”
“That’s what you think,” I muttered.
Capt. Ex chose to ignore me and pressed play.
The disgusting image of Sweetie filled up the screen. She was in her regular pastel pink clothes and had a horrible smirk on her face.
“Hey, Exie! I just wanted to check in with you, you and your peasant band of so-called heroes have definitely not defeated me, and I have something beautiful planned! For me of course, not for you, it’s going to be terrible for you!”
In the picture, a fly goes by. Sweetie lets out a shriek. “Get that thing away from me!!!! Get it away!”
The image blurs as Sweetie attempts to slap the fly with her recording technology.
“It isn’t the last of me Capt. Ex! You’ll be hearing from me soon, and when you do, it’s going to be bad!”
The whole screen turned black and all sounds ceased to exist.
“Well there’s one thing that we know, it’s obviously Sweetie, there’s no other thing in the whole wide world who sounds like her,” a voice piped up from behind the door.
“Dougie! Come in! Why were you hiding there?” I ask as a familiar face appears in the doorway.
“Well it seemed like you were busy,” Dougie said shyly. “I think that we should go to Sweetie’s old laboratory, and see if there are any clues to where she is now,”
“I think that’s a great idea!” exclaimed Capt. Ex “I’ll call some of my space pirates to come and bring us there!” Capt. Ex whistled sharply three times. Suddenly, three space pirates rushed to our room.
“Captain, what is it?” Asked one of the pirates.
“Could you get one of our spaceships ready to fly to Sweetie’s old planet?” Capt. Ex implored.
“Of course Captain, it will be ready right away!” The space pirates rushed off to get everything prepared.
“They’ll probably be done in a few seconds,” Captain Ex. casually said.
A knock on our door. “May I come in?”
Dougie rushed to the door. “Jamie! Obviously! What are you doing here, this is a dangerous place and you are too young, go back to Ma and Pa and bake some bread,”
Dougie opened the door and her little brother Jamie walked inside. “I don’t want to bake bread, I’ve been baking bread for my whole life! I wanted to come with you on an adventure, but I know that you’ll say no, so could I stay here, and learn new things? I promise I’ll be safe,” he looked up a Jamie with pleading eyes.
Dougie contemplated it for a minute. “Fine, but please be careful, promise me!”
“I promise,” Jamie said, all solemn. “I also wish you good luck, I hope you defeat Sweetie and come back home, that way we’ll be able to play together again!” He ran off into the hallway.
A space pirate ran into our room again, just after Jamie left. “The ship is ready, please close your eyes, otherwise you may be blinded,”
We all shut our eyes, and then, the next thing I knew, we were zooming off in a three-seater spaceship/jet. Down below, I could see the vibrant purple grass and bunnies hopping all over.
“Sprites and gremlins,” Capt. Ex “We should steer away from this area, who knows what they’ll do to us if we go into their land,”
I could see them, they looked normal enough, laughing and talking, but I knew when provoked they would fight like rabid animals. They probably wouldn’t do anything if we just ignored them though.
“We’re about to land,” reported Dougie after a few hours. “Get ready for the time of your lives,” she said sarcastically.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and prepared to stand up, ready for anything that stood in our way. We would defeat Sweetie. I would get my sister back.


⇢ Part Two
Total words: 584

ROUND character: name: Grace Campbell // Gender: Female // Age: 13 // Personality: Curious, serious, skeptical, and truthful // Hobbies: Reading, writing, and playing piano // Family: mother: Josie Wright - father: Killian Campbell (passed avay) -pet: Golden, the kitten // Friends: Cameron Segall // Likes: Riddles, questions, writing prompts, spaghetti, and lofi music // Dislikes: Ditzy people, pineapples, makeup, and being relaxed // Backstory: Father passed avay because of a lie made up by his friend, saying that he did something, causing people to hunt after him, and- yeah. She never knew what her mother did as she usually never comes home every night, she never really took care of Grace, and that made Grace feel really alone in the world. This causes her to be extra motivated to take care of people, her friends remark that she is a “mother” herself to them. Even though she wants the best for everyone, as she believes everyone has a chance, she gets annoyed when people aren’t as smart as she sets them to be, or when they don’t reach her standards. // Favorite place: Barnes and Nobles

PLAUSIBLE character: name: Jake Segall // Gender: Male // Age: 15 // Personality: Impatient, arrogant, frustrated, complicated, loyal, sympathetic, understanding, and innovative // Hobbies: Writing, tennis, soccer, hockey, and thinking // Family: mother: Helena Segall - father: John Segall - brothers: Cameron Segall and James Segall - Sisters: Lydia Segall and Olivia Segall - pet: A collie called Benjy // Friends: Mark Wright, Oscar Ibanez, and Maaran Patel // Likes: Eating, venting, competition, notice, sunrises, pigs in a blanket, and rain // Dislikes: Hot dogs, sunsets, being ignored, low-key sports, fluffy things, and legos // Backstory: Jake is the middle child, stuffed between the youngest, Olivia age 10, Cameron, age 13, Lydia, age 17, and James, age 18. His parents have always been so focused on James when he was young, and when he got into an amazing college, their focus has always been on the baby, Olivia, all about how she needs help and how her brothers and sisters have to take care of her. He always feels unnoticed by his parents, that they don’t care about him. Lydia and Cameron don’t really care, they’re always in their own world with their own friends and they don’t realize their brother needs some help. To cope, he becomes serious in competitive sports, because his brother was amazing at them, and if he wins, he gets a lot of attention, which is what he truly wants in the end. Though he can act really mean and uncaring to schoolmates, deep inside it’s because he’s always distracted by other thoughts. A habit of his is waking up super early and taking walks around the neighborhood, which is how he began to enjoy sunsets. // Favorite place: The sports center
STOCK character: name: Jenny Lee // Gender: Female // Age: 11 // Personality: Intelligent, robotic-like, serious, patient, reliable, and polite // Hobbies: Coding, playing the flute, and drawing // Family: mother: Ae Ri Lee - father: Beom Seok Lee // Friends: Nikki Zhan // Likes: Studying for tests, learning new things, math competitions, sushi, cloudy days // Dislikes: Getting less than 100 on a test, scrunchies, going outside, nail polish, and dumplings // Backstory: Jenny is an only child, so she got lot’s of attention from her parents, causing her to become the person she is, a person who got into high school at age ten. Even Jenny understands that she cannot become a regular person, and she likes it, but sometimes, she feels like she is doing this for her parents, not her, but she doesn’t say anything. // Favorite place: her new high school

⇢ Part Three
Total Words: 1396
Jake:
Another school year. This time I’m a sophomore. It really doesn’t matter, what matters is that I get to go to a higher level in varsity. That way I’ll be open to more competitions, meaning a bigger chance of winning more.
School is meh. But today, I’ve heard rumors that an 11-year-old girl is in our high school. She’s going to get killed by the juniors. I just know it. Even though we’ve never met, I wish her luck with them.
Jenny:
School!!! I’ve always wanted to go to the high school that everyone talked about. They said that it was literally the most amazing place, you had so much free time, like a longer study hall, which is amazing because more studying? Hello, I want it!
It does seem a bit scary, as everyone is so much older than me, but I think I’ll manage. I have to, otherwise, I’ll disappoint my parents, something that I’ve never done, and never will. I hope.
Grace:
School always makes me feel alone, and it especially will this year, as Cam isn’t in any of my classes. I don’t know anyone, and I’ve never tried to, I didn’t realize I’d need to now.
The learning part of school isn’t terrible, it’s just the social part. The part where you have to find a place to sit, where you have to partner up with a classmate, even if you know they’re the worst at the subject.
I’ve been praying that this year will end well. After a few classes, I knew it wasn’t.
Jake:
Lunch. I’m halfway done through the day. To think, I have many many months until this routine ends. Until blessed summer starts.
I find a spot near my buddies, and we poke carefully at our lunch burritos.
“I think it’s actually edible,” Mark declares. “I mean, it might not taste good, but it isn’t like that spaghetti with rocks in it,”
Oscar snorted. “That never happened, you’re just exaggerating,”
“True, but they did seem like rocks,”
“That’s because they were partially frozen,” I explained, exasperated by Mark. A few hours into the school year and he was being crazy.
“Anything interesting today? Any new kids?” Oscar asked.
By new kids, he meant anyone worth investing in. I don’t need to explain further.
Mark snorted. “Nope, this year seems like it’s going to be a bad one. The biggest news we’ve had is that 11-year-old Jenny kid here,”
“Speaking of which, she’s right over there!” Maaran slipped in between Mark and me. He points to a little girl awkwardly sitting alone. She didn’t seem to mind it. “I’ve had a class with her. She’s freakishly smart, and very clueless, which might be a good thing because half of the kids were snickering as she answered a question,”
The girl stood up to put her tray back, accidentally stepped on her shoelace, tripped, and fell, bringing the tray and unfinished milk down with her.
Laughter erupted throughout the cafeteria.
Oh boy.
Jenny:
I’ve never felt this before. Heat rushed up to my cheeks, trying to shut my eyes and imagine I was never here. This must come with being in high school. Everything else is fine though, my teachers are great, the study hall is great, and the freedom is great. Everything was great until this. Until I fell.
I could hear it everywhere. Chuckles, snickers, snorts, you name it, they were all aimed at me, and I wasn’t laughing, so they were probably laughing at me.
What I really wanted to do was run to the library, start studying for our first Math honors class, and make everyone forget about what happened.
I heard a sigh from behind me and braced for a snotty remark. “You need some help there?”
Looking behind me, I saw a sophomore boy, probably someone who played sports, with black floppy hair looking at me.
“Yes please,”
He gave me a hand and helped me get up.
“Oh, and thank you,” I wasn’t going to forget my manners.
“It’s fine, just try not to bring too much notice to yourself,” he whispered to me. “High school’s tough,” one of his friends motioned him to go back to their table. “Well I got to go,” and with that, the boy left me.
Grace:
“Cam, what are you doing? You’re not supposed to text in school!” Some people might think that having a boy as a friend is weird, but I don’t understand. I just speak to them as I would to a girl. Some boys are more interesting than particular girls. Cough cough, Zoe, cough cough.
Cam looked at me with his puppy dog blue eyes. “Grace, please don’t tell, it’s almost the end of school, and Lydia just texted me that Jake made a fool of himself at lunchtime by helping Jenny,”
We all knew who Jenny was, the hotshot that got into high school just after the sixth-grade orientation at the middle school. Still, I couldn’t help but admire how good she was.
“Is that so interesting that you have to text her back and not wait until after school?”
“Of course, I can wait, I’m not texting Lydia, I’m texting Jacob about our next soccer meet,” he rolled his eyes like it was obvious.
“Well, when you get home, ask Lydia and Jake about what happened, I’d like to know why it was so amazing,” I wasn’t much of a gossiper, but you can’t blame someone for being curious.
“Ok,” Cam responded just as the bell rang. “See you tomorrow!” He yelled to me over the stampede of manic students.
I walked out of the school, taking as much time as I could, but mom had set a tracker on me, someplace I can’t find, to see if I come back home before three forty-five. If not, then she would ground me for life. Literally, she would put me in my room and lock me there. I mean, maybe not for life, but for a very long time. She did that once on a weekend, but just one day.
Some people may think that school is terrible, but for me, I think that everyone is overexaggerating. Home is much worse.
Jake:
Oh god, oh god, why did I have to help that girl? It’s bad for my image, and she’ll probably follow me like a puppy all around school tomorrow.
Even my friends couldn’t suppress their smiles.
“Bro, don’t come to school tomorrow,” Mark had told me an hour ago. “You’re not going to survive the publicity,”
I knew that.
But now, walking home, some wicked twist of fate put me behind Jenny as she walked home. For some reason, I couldn’t just walk past her, I had to talk to her.
“I’m Jake, what’s-” I knew her name. I couldn’t play that card.
“You know my name,” she said curtly. “I’ve got to get home soon, so please don’t bother me,”
At least she wasn’t running all over me. That was a good thing. It seemed like I was the puppy now. “Would you like me to teach you a bit about the school? It might help you survive more,”
Jenny stared at me like I was a madman.
“Not in the way that you don’t know anything, just socially, so you don’t get yourself public enemy number one in front of all the hawks,”
“What are the hawks?” Jenny couldn’t hide her curiosity.
“Well, they’re these girls, that-” an idea was forming in my mind. “Meet me tomorrow after school, I’ll explain everything there,”
Jenny:
After that interesting talk with Jake, I didn’t know what to do. My parents expect me to be home at three thirty sharp to finish my homework and start my home homework. It was just expected of me.
But this was something different, something exciting. Maybe my schedule would just have to change to fit this.
My first time taking a risk. I’m excited to see what happens.
Grace:
Getting home, I quickly call Jenny.
“Jenny, how’s school going?”
“It’s ok,”
“Well, I hope you’re doing well,”
“Meet me tomorrow at the high school, I have a surprise!”
“But my mother’s rule-”
“I’m breaking my parent’s rule too, just come, I have a surprise!”
“Sure,”
“I need to start homework,”
And with that, our conversation ended.
Welp, tomorrow’s a new day!


➷ Weekly 2 | Theme | Total Words | Points
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⇢ Part One
⇢ Part Two
⇢ Part Three
⇢ Part Four

➷ Weekly 3 | Setting | 2490 | 2600 points
⇢ Part One

Part 1 #A, Sound
Vrooom!!! The spaceship’s engine thrummed as Capt. Ex swerved to land. Over the wind’s sound, he yelled.
“Prepare to jump off! I don’t think I can stop it for too long, it’s too powerful!”
Doughie gave him thumbs up.
The hatch opened with a hiss of air escaping, and a click of metal attaching to each other.
I unbuckled my seatbelt with a clink and it was unlocked. Before I knew it, the wind was whipping my seatbelt’s strings around, slapping the inside of the ship, clang clang clang, it whirled around in a hurricane.
“Get out! Get out! It won’t be safe here once everyone’s seatbelts are free!” Capt. Ex shouted.
I jumped out of the hatch, landing with a hard thud on the cracked land. Doughie followed my lead and jumped down, instead of a thud, she landed gracefully, bouncing off of the ground.
It comes to show how agile I am.
Weekly Part 1 #B, Taste
VEGAN AND VEGETARIAN WARNING YOU MIGHT GET SICK
I glanced at Jason, wondering if we were to eat or not. I wasn’t sure if this was part of the plan. If it wasn’t, we were doomed.
He nodded slightly, motioning for me to dig in, I could tell from his expression that if we didn’t eat anything, it would be too suspicious to our family.
The turkey did look good.
I dug in, tasting its flavorful skin, it had a slightly gamey flavor, but was very soft and easy to chew, salted to perfection. I gulped down some rice, the taste was a bit too strong, and the rice canceled the strongest part of the flavor out.
“Would you like something to drink Marissa?” My father gestured to the lemonade. “It’s tasty!”
“Sure,” I grabbed the pitcher and took a cup, pouring it in. Drinking it, I could feel the tanginess on my tongue, swallowing, an ice cube landed in my mouth, making itself comfortable, freezing me up. As sour as it was, I could taste a hint of sweet sugar mixed in, making it the perfect thing I’ve ever tasted.
I couldn’t get too distracted. It wasn’t about the food, it was about the plan.
Weekly Part 1 #C, Sight
The area around us was crazy, much more different than Sweetie’s old hideout. The fluorescent purple trees gave off a chemical look, making the whole place seem like a haphazard.
The ground was cloaked in the sand, the dusty brown kind that looked grainy even if it tried its best to form together. Each step I took left a footprint in the dust, to be quickly blown away by the powerful winds.
Little bunnies hopped around, pure white and looking very different from their surroundings. They dug holes, the sky flashing with sand and dirt flying around. I could see minerals in the ground that sparkled violently. Bluish metallic colors, maybe a bit of pink scattered across the ground.
There was a cave right in front of us, a soft dark gray color, its black shadow falling down on the ground. Surprisingly, all the cheerful bunnies hopped away from it, like it was dangerous.
Looking closer, I could see nothing except pitch black, the night in the day.
Weekly Part 1 #D, Smell
The fumes from the cigarette made me want to choke. Its dusty smell crept right into my nostrils, settling in, unwanted by me.
The man looked up. “What do you want?” He asked rudely. I could see that his teeth were yellowed and crooked. His breath was bitter and had a fume of tobacco.
I promised myself that I would never be like this.
“Would you like a mint?” I ask, taking out the handy supply that I always have with me.
Opening it, the minty smell chased away the smoke, relieving myself. Before I could even take one myself, the man snatched away the whole tin.
“Where’d ya get this?” He questioned me, popping ten in at a time.
Boy was I glad that I had an extra.
Suddenly the smell wasn’t that bad, actually, it was quite pleasing. The man had dropped his cigarette for the mints.
“It still smells a bit bad, right?” Reaching for my purse, I got out a perfume. It’s probably too strong, I told myself. But anything’s better than this.
Spraying it softly, it went from a dumpster smell to a wonderful strong flower scent, rose actually. It floated in the air, the trash scent attacking it slowly until it finally disappeared.
Weekly Part 1 #E, Touch
Gripping the couch, I tried to console myself as she yelled at me. Focusing hard on the touch of the couch, I tried to think of the smooth leather, dancing beneath my fingertips, sliding under my palm.
“Why did you do that? Why? Answer me!”
I couldn’t take it. I ran, ran to my room. I touched the door’s cold frame, I slammed it as hard as I could, making sure it was locked, and jumped onto my bed.
The soft fluff caressed me, like it was welcoming me back into it’s arms, I sunk down deep, imagining that I wasn’t here, I was in my own world.
Holding the soft pillow, I squeezed it as hard as it could. The pillow started deflating where my hand was, but inflating in another place. The bumpy cloth made me shiver and calm down.
My foot hit the frame, banging hard against the metal. I felt it again, my foot slipping down and banging it again. I hit it again and again, hoping for something to happen, hoping that the hard slippery metal would give me what I wanted.

⇢ Part Two

Literary Devices in Use:
-Personification
-Simile
-Hyperbole
-Imagery
The wind whispered words that only Jane could understand.
“I’m not going back. I’m too far ahead to look back,” she muttered under her breath.
The trees’ branches shook as if shaking their heads sympathetically.
“Don’t you dare tell me what to do,”
Focusing on the scenery, Jane tried to ignore the words meant for her.
This was the place where she was told to wait. It was very unusual for the person requesting this. At the top of a beautiful mountain, looking down she could see jagged rocks, pointing out like spears, ready for when she fell.
At least there was a mass of moss crawling upon them, possibly softening her fall.
No. She couldn’t think about this. She wouldn’t fall. This meeting would go smoothly, just as planned. Jane assured herself.
The snow that she was stepping on was like a beautiful fluffy blanket, if she wasn’t this nervous, she would collapse and stare at the cotton candy-colored clouds in the sky, and purely enjoy the world for what it was.
Not that day.
If this went wrong, then she would not see the end of this. Her life would be ruined completely. She wouldn’t have enough money to survive, she would have to live on the streets and beg for money.
She already had a ton of pressure on herself, from her loved ones, herself, and the pure will to live, and if they decided not to help her, he would’ve added one thousand tons of weight on her. She knew she was risking everything, but still, if they decided to help her, then everything would be gone, and she would be free, free of responsibilities and anything important.
“Ahh, you’re here,”
A person walked out, cloaked in entirely black. Not the kind of light greyish black, the pure black, the same color as a bleak raven. Not exactly a hopeful sign.
“You know, this makes me think of a time, when I was in the exact same position, I compared the person in your role to a little innocent bunny. If I say no, you’re out of my sight forever. If I say yes…” He strode around Jane. “What would you give me,”
Jane knew what she was saying was going to haunt her, but she still did. “Anything! I’ll give you anything! If you do, then I can’t survive!” Technically she could, but this might get them to accept more easily.
The snow gripped her as if it didn’t want her to go, as if it was protecting her. It made her feel much safer. Looking down at the pure white fluffiness, it was like the polar opposite of this person.
She knew what she had to do, even though she didn’t like it. Her face was determined, like a lawyer that knew that they were going to win the case. “I’ll give you my most treasured possession,”

⇢ Part Three

Suddenly, the smell of smoke and dust filled the air. I coughed, flailing my limbs wildly as I tried to reach Doughie. “Where are you guys?” I called out. It felt like it was ages since I had eaten or drunk anything. I was dying of thirst and the dust didn’t help at all.
“We’re here!” Capt. Ex called from a distance.
I stumbled that way, only to find myself banging on the hardest rock ever. It was very smooth, I could feel it from the way my bruise rose as I touched the sore spot. Placing my hand on it to look at it more carefully, it was like obsidian. What if it was obsidian?
“Guys, do you know if there is any obsidian around here that might be tripping over unsuspecting people?”
Doughie replied. “I think there is one, it represents how much magic is here,”
That wasn’t the reason why I wanted to know why there was any obsidian. It was because my sister, her favorite stone was obsidian. She always treasured it and had a bit of it in her room. I was wondering if what she was doing might connect to this stone. The obsidian, to me, symbolized when she left me. I hate it so much.
The dust settled, and I was able to see clearly. Sure enough, a pitch-black rock stared at me, as if it was mocking me. As if it was saying “What’s wrong? Is this too scary for you?”
“Of course not,” I muttered. I wasn’t going to let a rock faze me.
Doughie and Capt. Ex walked towards me. They looked the same, except for a coating of dark red dust over them. As they strode, I could see that Doughie was trying, and failing to shake the dust off. It was like it was attached to her. That wasn’t a good sign.
“I know that everyone is hungry, so I have some protein bars,” Capt. Ex passed out a bar-shaped object to both Doughie and I.
Eagerly opening it, the inside was coated with chocolate, but no regular kind. This was the kind that was magic. I looked closer. Sure enough, tiny sparks danced around it, as if daring me to eat it.
I took a big bite. It was heaven. Chocolate tiramisu, ice cream, pie, and a sandwich filled my stomach. It was the whole meal that I needed. But it was too sweet for me.
“Got any water?” My voice was cracking. Soon enough my voice would be gone.
“Definitely!” Capt. Ex rummaged in his pack for a water bottle.
I have never seen anything better than clear liquid. I took the water from him as fast as I could and gulped it down. The water canceled all flavors from my tongue, and instead a feeling of pure contentedness rushed down into me.
“We should get going, find a place to stay before night falls, then we can talk about our plan to defeat Sweetie,” Doughie spoke up.
“Yep, we should go,”
It looked like the world around us was a crumbly ice cream cake, ready to fall at one mistake I made. I gulped, knowing this was where Sweetie is, and that I’d have to finally meet her sometime.
Rain pattered around us, like bullets falling down. The weather sure could change around here. First, dust, and then rain.
“I think I found a place!” Capt. Ex said.
He was standing near an abandoned house. How do you know it was abandoned, you may ask, I knew because the garden was overgrown, dark green ivy everywhere, crawling around, I hated it. I hated ivy.
The house itself was made of stone, a little cottage, giant gray bricks built together. It wasn’t the prettiest I’d ever seen, but then, who am I to argue? The inside was worse. A table, gray dust bunnies hopping around, and old bones scattered on the floor.
“Are you sure this is a good place to stay?” Doughie asked.
“Well, there isn’t any place else we could stay,” Capt. Ex responded. “Let’s try not to complain,”
So here we are, at night, in a garbage-smelling cottage, lying on the cold stone ground, tasting the dark dirt, the wind howling around me. Creak, creak, creak. I bolted up. That was not the wind. That was a person.
I glanced around me. Doughie and Capt. Ex was fast asleep. So not them. My nerves escalated. Creak, creak, creak.
A shadow appeared at the doorway. Walking in silently, it pounced around. I was hiding under the table. It stopped at Doughie and Capt. Ex, focusing on Capt. Ex.
“I’m so sorry that you won’t be here to bask in my glory,” the figure crooned.
Sweetie! It was definitely Sweetie. I could recognize that voice from anywhere. What was she doing here? How did she know we were staying here?
Sweetie pulled out her cotton candy pink blaster, aiming it at Capt. Ex.
“No!” I lept out of my hiding spot. “Don’t hurt my friends Sweetie!”
Sweetie turned her face to me, sneering, probably so proud of herself. “Ah, you’re here. I knew I should’ve guessed you’d be with your ragtag band of friends,”
Anger surged through me. “Don’t you dare call them that!”
“They are interfering with my plans, so I can do whatever I want with them,” Sweetie turned back, ready to hit Capt. Ex.
I ran and snatched the gun from her. Sweetie, though didn’t let that happen, she held tight to one end of the gun while I held the other.
“Why are you doing this?” She hissed. “You’re my-”
“No!” I shouted, using all my might to pull the blaster out of her grasp. I aimed it at Sweetie, even though I knew I didn’t have the courage to shoot it. “Go away or I blast you into a thousand little pieces,”
Sweetie’s sneer crumpled. “You wouldn’t do that you peon! I know you won’t!”
I wouldn’t, but Sweetie didn’t know me, my sister did, and I would do anything to get her back. “I will, I’ll count to three, and if you don’t go, this blaster,” I used my head to point to it. “It will destroy you,”
“Yeah right,” Sweetie answered, but she sounded less confident.
“Three, two, one,”

➷ Weekly 4 | Critique | Total Words | Points
⇢ Part One 445 words
Before I do any critiquing, I wanted to say that this is an amazing story, you developed the characters very well, and I really want to know what happens next! Kamyrn and Leyna seem to have a very complicated relationship, how they act in this piece makes us want to get to know them more.
No matter how amazing your writing is, there are some parts I’d like to talk about. I’m pretty sure that this is a third-person narrator, correct me if I’m wrong, and so it shows both what Leyna and Kamryn are thinking. The problem with this kind of narration is that it brings some confusion, for example, the first time when it switches from Leyna to Kamyrn, it says: And she stormed off, leaving Kamryn dumbstruck. When I first read that, I was confused, I didn’t know if it was a typo, or it was just badly worded, but it was strange as the only mention of Kamyrn before that was Leyna calling him an idiot. If you’d like, not saying that you have to, you could possibly add a divider, a border, or anything to show the change in the character, for some, they aren’t needed, as some Kamyrn main parts are only one sentence, so it would look a bit weird, so you could possibly elaborate on what Kamyrn was thinking to make it a bit more evened out, with a mix of both Kamyrn and Leyna combined, as if you are showing both people’s thoughts, I would recommend doing that.
In the part that is “As if a response, a zombie snagged her shirt. “Ha!” Leyna laughed heavily. She knew it was dangerous work, but she couldn't help it. It escaped right through her lips. Leyna collected the meat when suddenly a voice whispered” There’s the problem of Leyna saying ha and thinking it was dangerous work, to escaping through her lips, to collecting meat, it’s very jagged, I didn’t know how you went from /something/ escaping through her lips to collecting what meat? Do you mean that she klled the zombie? If so, what would ‘escaping right through her lips’ mean? You could explain what that meant as there was no other instructions about what this would be, for example, if she had singing powers, she could use her lips to sing and destroy the zombie, but there’s nothing like this in here, or anything related to that. Not saying that she had singing powers, but you should explain what this meant.
Overall, awesome story, you can build so much from this! If you decide to continue writing this, I would love to see what you’ve done!


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Monthly Challenges
1.MBCE
2. Went to bed before 12:00 a.m. 3 days in a row
3. Completed 5 dailies (Shown Above)
4. Complete 2 weeklies (Shown Above)
5. Wrote a 200 minimum JWC fanfic (Shown Above)

Word Wars
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Writing Comp Entry
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I loved her.
My family member, sister, dearly beloved, a wonderful person, whatever you’d call her. She was mine. For a person with no friends like me, she was the one that I’d always talk to. The one who understood me.
We shared a room, she helped me with homework, I’d keep her company, we’d play board games when we were bored, and talk about our life, school, and art. You could say that she was my best friend, but no, she was more than that.
I always knew that. I always treasured her more than anything. I guess that I didn’t do that in the end. I guess she didn’t mean that much to me. Or am I just a coward?
I remember that one time when we were canoeing, out on a crystal blue lake, I, one with no canoeing or swimming experience leaned out a little too close to the edge, tipping my personal canoe over.
I struggled, there were no waves, but I could hardly stay up. I imagined monstrous fish biting at my heels, waiting for me to fall. And I did. Down, down, down, into the lake. Closing my eyes, I knew it was the end of me. I hit the bottom of the lake. I could feel sand swirling around me. Even then I was chastising myself for not wearing a life vest.
Silly me. I thought I was too good for it. Not anymore.
Even with the defeat of knowing I was gone, I struggled to breathe, instead inhaling a mouthful of water, only making my drowning process faster.
I blacked out.
The next thing I knew, I was on dry land with a drenched sister next to me, smiling like she was so relieved to see me. The only thing I could hear was her talking to me, assuring me that it would be alright.
Later I learned that my sister had dove in to save me. She was the reason I was alive. I thought that I would have to repay her someday. If she was in a near-death situation, I would be the one to heroically save the day.
Not.
I still remember it vividly. The snarl and the sneer of the crooked teeth, the dazed look in his eyes. The sounds were blurred together. My sister and I were alone at home, parents were at a party. At least we had each other then. We had the unfortunate luck of realizing my best friend, my best friend, broke into our house, wanting our valuables.
I don’t know why, he must’ve been crazy when he did it, but he still did, and that’s all that matters.
“Silly girl, you have no chance,” he smiled wickedly. “This one bullet, it will destroy you,”
Her face remained defiant. “Don’t you dare even touch a piece of my family’s belongings or my little brother,”
The rest, I can’t say, but later, my parents found her bleeding, a bullet in her chest, and a sobbing friend.
He said that he didn’t know what came over him, but my parents never knew that he was the one that took her life out of her. They thought it was just a hit-and-run killer. He was free, free, but I guess he learned his lesson, stayed my friend, and never ever did anything bad again.
Me? Are you wondering why I didn’t do a thing? Why did I allow myself to hide the truth? Why wasn’t I the one who sacrificed myself? Why did Mercy have to die? Why did I have a friend like this?
To this day I still ask myself these questions. I truly don’t know the answer to them, except that I was a weak coward that didn’t do a thing to change this world, or even just to save my sister.
If I was gone and she was still here, then everything would have been better. She would’ve done the right thing, she would make her life important, and she would use it to her best. I didn’t. So to this day, I ask myself, why me? I should just go away too, undeserving of this better world, I am more worthy of that, more than my sister ever had.
I loved her very, very, much.


Activities Outside JWC
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✎ About Me !!

Nickname ➵ Mars
Pronouns ➵ she/her
Cabin ➵ Sleuth (camper)
Word Goal ➵ 15,824/15k

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✎ Tasks !!

January 1st ◦ Introduction / 400 / 401

January 2nd ◦ Pantser vs Plotter / 500 / 790

January 3rd ◦ Unique Body Parts / 500 / 431

January 4th ◦ Clichés (still did, but did not count) / none / 299

January 5th ◦ Random Names / 600 / 421

January 6th ◦ Partner Up! / 200 / ???

January 7th ◦ Planets / 350 / 348

January 8th ◦ Prompts / 600 / 400

January 9th ◦ Fairy Tale Frenzy / 650 / 594

January 10th ◦ Roleplay / 200 / 219

January 11th ◦ Progression (no link) / 300 / 230

January 12th ◦ Plot Chart / 400 / 384

January 13th ◦ Cabin Wars!! / ??? / 1,007

January 14th ◦ Personality Quiz / 300 / 258

January 15th ◦ Journal Entry / 200 / 321

January 16th ◦ Cabin's Genre / 605 / 469

January 17th ◦ Writing Habits / points / words

January 18th ◦ Fanfic / 500 / 504 (can't find the link!)

January 19th ◦ Character Fears / 200 / 207

January 20th ◦ Word Fight (Pt. 1) / 200 / 171

January 21st ◦ Word Fight (Pt. 2) / ??? / 543

January 22nd ◦ Word Fight (Pt. 3) / 350 / 389

January 23rd ◦ Song / points / words

January 24th ◦ Designing / 150 / (the writing part is 412 words)

January 25th ◦ title / points / words (break day <3)

January 26th ◦ title / points / words (break day <3)

January 27th ◦ Research / 200 / 188

January 28th ◦ Old Story / points / words

January 29th ◦ A new perspective / 400 / 308

January 30th ◦ Feedback / 100 / 104

January 31st ◦ Write, write, write! / points / words

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✎ Weeklies

Weekly 1 ◦ Characters / 2,000 / 1,855

➵ Character Roles - done! - 680 words
➵ Character Types - done! - 139 words
➵ Put it all together! - done! - 1,036 words

Weekly 2 ◦ Character Arcs / 900 / 486

➵ Gathering Ideas - done! - 309 words
➵ Visualizing the Arc - https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/788325782/ (done!) - 178 words
➵ Planning the Message - did not do
➵ Optional !! Bonus Section - did not do

Weekly 3 ◦ Settings / 1500 / 1300

➵ The 5 Senses - 828 words - done!
➵ Using Literary Devices - 472 words - done!
➵ Final Assignment - did not do

Weekly 4 ◦ Editing / 1,600 / 1698

➵ Part 1 - 308 words - done!
➵ Part 2 - 598 words - done!
➵ Part 3 - 792 words - done!

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✎ Monthly Challenge - completed !

- Go to bed before 12:00 a.m. 3 days in a row (3/3) - done!
- Complete 15 dailies (15/15) - done!
- RP with someone from your cabin (1/1) - done! (another link: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/32467513/comments
- Complete 2 weeklies (2/2) - done!
- Win 4 word wars (1/4)
- Write a JWC fanfiction (NOTE: if you wrote a JWC fanfiction for a daily/weekly and got points for it, it can't count for the monthly challenge.) (0/1)
- Enter the writing competition - done!
- Enter the MB Cover contest (no)


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✎ Extras

Free Write / 1/5/23 / 416 / none

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Abbie's Writing
Words: 2315
Keys: 24

Dailies

January 1 - 386/300
The cavernous room is covered in splashes of brightly colored light filtering in through, what appear to be, skylights. Some show glimmers of the star sparkled night, some baby blue glimpses of the day’s sky. Below the gilded dome ceiling, a maze of shelves wind through the huge floor, which transitions from carpet to hard floor and back again. Beanbags, egg chairs, blankets, saucer chairs, desks, swivel chairs, and pillows appear to sprout from the floor at the most random places. Sliding ladders lean against every shelf, including the ones that make up the walls of the round room. Throughout the wall-shelves, small cubbies are filled with various blankets and pillows. Ropes and ziplines hang from cubbies and shelves, intertwining above the middle and creating a vast net that is, also, covered in blankets and pillows.
The huge, oak double doors creak as one door slides open and a person walks inside. They’re wearing a bright orange T-shirt and black leggings. “Hello?” they call out into the echoing room.
“Hi! Come on in!” The person jumps as a girl pokes her head out of a nick in one of the huge bookshelves. She gropes around for a moment and grabs a rope, scrambling up it and pulling herself up onto the net. A bag hangs at her waist with a book poking out the top. She hurries across the net and then grabs another rope, carefully climbing back off. The rope leads down to one of the bookshelves, and the girl climbs down onto it, her blonde hair nearly getting caught in the rope. She climbs down the ladder attached and holds out her hand to shake.
“I’m Abbie, welcome to the library! It’s, in my opinion, the best place on earth. Oh yah, I’m female,” Abbie thinks for a moment. “I love reading,” she gestures at the shelves towering in the background, “climbing everything I shouldn’t, making stuff,” Abbie said, fidgeting with her bag’s clasp, “and… oh!” she says grinning. “I almost forgot! Writing! I love writing.” Abbie opens her mouth to speak but is cut off by a quick, sharp bark. A fluffy, pale golden retriever rushes out from somewhere. “And this is Sunny!” she says, grinning. “A crazy, crazy, four-year-old golden retriever puppy.” Abbie scratches the dog’s ears. “Do you want a tour?”

January 2 - 300/200

NEW:
Silene slowly stirred into awakeness. The air was filled with the sweet smell of early spring flowering and birdsong. Light filtered through the open window sending the dust motes swirling.
The night before came back to her in a rush. Rhianna had stayed up talking, clearly missing her exhaustment, and kept them up for hours. After a while she didn’t mind as much. Silene learned that Rhianna was from a village far, far east where the sand dunes towered as tall as mountains. She was forced to leave at age 8 to flee the raids on her people. When she reached Nevora people had called her “heaven's gift” because of her eyes. Once, her eyes had been the brilliant firey gold-orange of her native home. After people began to seek after her, she used her magic to change them to the forest green. Rhianna had found work at the inn’s salon, making subtle changes to the appearances of customers for the “good of the inn”, as her boss said.
By some luck, Silene had managed to keep the topic off her, even learning a bit about phoenixes and their habits. Rhianna was a good person, Silene thought, glancing at her sleeping form in the other cot. A bird landed on her window frame, singing a sweet tune.
Suddenly, a huge hawk screeched a victory cry and raced at the window sill where the bird sat, paralyzed with fear. Silene darted forward and snatched the bird away from the hawk,yelling and attempting to swat the bird away. The hawk let out a final screech of anger and dove into the sky. Silene watched from the window as the hawk sank its talons into a bird perched on the tree. It almost seemed like a message: You cannot save them all.

January 3 - 322/300

Hira Novel was special. When she was young, everyone stared at her. Everyone questioned what was wrong with her, pointed at her, called her a freak. Now, everyone treated her normal. Well normal in a group of abnormal.
The sea of scale, skin, fur, fangs, hoofs, talons, wings, claws, and spots pressed in on all sides. Hira shoved and scrambled through the room, trying her best not to let her claws catch on anyone. Thick, sharp fingernails strong enough to cut through flesh. What a curse.
Hira managed to scramble into the narrow but deep nick in the side of the busy hall. She slid into the shadows, letting her black, fine fur coat hide her. And no, not a clothing coat. An animal one. Her fur bristled as she turned to the dark corridor behind her. Hira’s tale snapped as she trudged into the darkness. She had no fear of the darkness. Not of what lurked within, but as she hurried through, her feet silent in the lack of light, her predatory panth instinct emerged. She began to run, a soft, fast pace pounding silent across the tunnel’s dank floor.
Suddenly light glowed from the tunnel ahead. Hira gasped as she emerged into a huge room with snake-like vines, towering trees, and an endless expanse of growth covering every surface. In the very middle of the room, a man sat cross-legged in dark green robes. He looked fairly normal, though his back was turned. Hira walked silently over the firm, soft moss. She rounded the man and found his eyes closed, meditating. His tongue flicked out.
Hira jumped backwards with a start. He was part reptile! His tongue was forked as he tasted the air. Hira peered closer at his face. From afar his skin looked smooth, but up closer it was made of many miniature, pale scales.
“W-welcome y-youngling-g,” he hissed, fangs bared at Hira’s fear. “And dont-t be s-s-scared-d.”

January 4 - 269/250

“Once upon a time” Who hasn’t heard the plain-as-dirt beginning to every fairytale story you read at age eight? Well some of us have taken a liking to that phrase. Something about once upon a time strikes something in me. Maybe it’s nostalgic, but when you’ve been hearing something for most of your life, it becomes extremely bittersweet. I suppose I love this cliche because it has begun so many of my stories. Of course, those stories were never put into true, able-to-touch words. Once upon a time was my story starter for every story I wrote purely in my mind. When I was younger, and certainly cheesier, I had no idea I could put my own stories on paper. That was the stuff of myths to me. But of course now, that’s the most obvious thing on earth.
That leads me to my next answer. I can use this starter in just about every story. Fanfiction, sci-fi, fantasy, realistic fiction, and dystopian all haven’t truly taken place, leaving them an open door for once-upon-a-time-s. Another tendency I enjoy is using once upon a time to start stories inside of stories. For example, when a character in a past camp’s daily was reading something, I started the book with once upon a time. It managed to fit a non fiction fictional book. That may seem a bit confusing, but it made more sense in the moment. Anyway, however cliche once-upon a time-is I can probably slip it into a few of my stories. Besides, if I truly want a once upon a time I can -just start something new.

January 8th: 835

Thu-thump! Thu-thump! The tedious beat of Helen’s pack hitting her shoulders felt like a vibrating melody. She felt as though she would fall asleep before she managed to drag herself down the damp, dreary trail and through the door of her family’s house.
“I’m home Mama!” Helen yelled up the stairs.
Instead of a response, her brother screamed back down at her. “Be quiet! I’m on a call!” Helen rolled her eyes. That was all her older brother, Steven, did these days. Sit on his computer and talk to his friends obsessively. It was a wonder her parents let him have that thing.
Helen stomped up the stairs, taking extra care to bang on the one at Steven’s landing. Their house was built in an odd demeanor, with various landings at different heights and rooms stacked next to and on top of each other at different heights. As the youngest of 5, Helen had the attic all to herself. It had been cleared out years ago when she had moved in from the ground floor at age 8.
The menacing portraits of her ancestors stared at her from every wall. It was one of Papa’s obsessions, and a part of his family’s mysterious heritage. Helen frowned at them. She wished she didn’t have to see them on her birthday.
Helen continued up to the final landing, with the room on it taken by her closest in age and siblingship, Maria. Helen yanked the rope on the wall and her ladder tumbled out, unfolding itself as Maria had engineered 2 years ago when Helen had nearly been hit on the head by the falling ladder. She scurried up it and into her attic room, pulling the ladder shut as she went.
The light from her window glowed across the floor in a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors. The advantage of the attic was the stained glass window that overlooked the backyard. Outside the forest thickened and then tapered out into the beautiful prairie Helen had just returned from. She turned from the window, surveying the rest of her room. A pile of books towered over the foot of her bed, nearly collapsing from the height Jonathan must have dropped them off from the library for her. He wasn’t particularly close, but he was a far nicer brother than Steven.
The door creaked open downstairs and Papa’s voice issued from the entryway.
“Where’s my birthday girl?” he called in his sing-song way.
Helen rushed down the stairs while Steven shouted again from his room. “Papa!” she yelled, hugging him. Even at, now, 12 years old she refused to call her parents anything other than the names she had known since she was young.
“I’ve got a present for you!” he murmured into her hair. “And it’s a special one.”
“What is it? Can I see it now?” He nodded and Helen jumped up and down.
“Come on, come on! It’s down in here,” he said, pulling her to the door that led into the basement. The basement was the only forbidden area of the house. Mama said it was too filled with piles of things for anyone under the age of 40.
“It’s ok,” Papa said upon seeing Helen’s hesitation to advance into the darkness. “I’m with you.”
“O-ok,” Helen murmured, following him into the low-ceilinged rooms. A maze of boxes and storage units covered the floor. It was no wonder they couldn’t go down there alone.
A few minutes of navigating the basement later, Helen stood before a thick, oaken door with gold designs railing over it. Papa pushed open the door and made a “shh” sign.
“We can’t talk in here, but I’ll give you the gift inside anyway.” he told her quietly. They stepped into the room, and Helen’s eyes thought they would burst from looking. Books covered every wall, with golden writing encasing them. In the center of the room a book sat open with a note attached to it. Papa gestured her forward to look at it.
The note read this:
Dear Helen, this is the Inheritance. A book that has been passed from youngest child to youngest child for generations, giving them the gift of Inheritance. I suppose you’re wondering what that is, and I suppose it is my duty to explain to you. Inheritance is a power that will flow in your blood as soon as you touch this book. It will help you guard the great powers, Glow, Shadow, and Hue. They will change how you see the world in turn. Before this you were blind and didn’t even know it. This will reveal every color to you that the Greater Ones see. Now, you need to touch the book. You can do this.
Love, Papa.
Helen took a deep breath and reached her hand out to touch the book. For a moment all she felt was the leathery, soft surface. Suddenly the rush of power flew through her veins like golden light. He life would never be the same.

Daily 12 -650

Beginning

Exposition: Zara lives on Linal, the bare and rainy planet that has been her home, and only hers, since a few months ago her beloved older sister Reyna disappeared mysteriously at her historical article publishing office. In the following months over 20 other people disappeared, with what appeared to be no rhyme or reason. After a few months being watched and taken care of by the fellow members of her apartment complex, Zara leaves Linal to move to Aurea, the glowing, shining, city that’s been home to all negotiations and, most importantly, the golden Aurea Academy, where several generations of Zara’s family have attended, including her sister. With the intent of following in her family’s footsteps, Zara sets off to attend the Aurea Academy, and perhaps, hoping to find out why her sister has so mysteriously disappeared.

Rising Action: Zara meets Liv, a kind girl who will serve as her roommate for the coming 4 years. Zara quickly learns however, Liv is in the same position she is, but with both of her parents missing. The two of them meet Matthew as well, a boy who, though slightly clumsy, was extremely kind. The three of them begin to work through the school year, with Liv becoming increasingly suspicious and curious of several so-called gaps in the history books.


Rising Action: The year has been smooth, with all three falling into the soothing rhythm of the academy. Liv however, has finally come across a (somewhat) concrete piece of evidence. She found one of her gaps, and within a suspicious time period. A feud between all of the branches ended, completely unresolved, as all members of the council supposedly calmed down without explanation. However, when Liv goes to present the information, both Zara and Matthew encourage her to wait.

Lower climax: The beginning of the mid-break begins and Matthew leaves to go visit his family, but Liv and Zara stay back. In the chaos of everyone leaving, Liv mysteriously disappears. After a day goes by Zara reports she’s missing and every inch of the school is combed for her. When nothing shows up Zara freaks out.

Rising action: When Matthew returns, he’s heard the news. Zara vows to continue Liv’s research and find out what’s going on. She continues the research and continues to find vague evidence until she finally figures it out: a rebel group is responsible for the disappearances. With the help of Adam, her history teacher, she secures a place to speak to the council.

Climax: Days before Zara talks to the council, she’s kidnapped and taken to a ship awaiting just outside the perimeter of the star system's many scanners. Apparently it had been waiting there for 2 months. Matthew is there as well, but when she begs him for help, he reveals his true self. A rebel spy, loyal only to his movement, where his family has lived and found work for many years after being repetitively turned down. Zara learns Liv is on the craft and will be blasted far into space with no intention of return and not enough supplies to survive for more than a week. She also learns her star system teacher is aboard the craft, also kidnapped when she saw Zara’s kidnap and tried to help. Thanks to her teacher’s quick thinking, they escape and race to free Liv, succeeding and stealing their pod and flying it back to Aurea.

Falling Action: Zara gets her meeting with the council, explaining her original intent and the ensuing action. The council reveals nothing, but afterward President Valdez speaks to her personally and explains that her original suspicions were correct, and then finishes with the revelation of how the government hid this. Zara vows to not speak of it to anyone else, and only tells Liv what happened in the meeting.

Conclusion: Zara and Liv return to school and begin their second semester.

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January 14 - 130/100

I chose my character Zara to test the MBTI test on. The results were much of what I expected. Zara is a self-inverted character, selfless and only showing courage in difficult situations. She likes to read, draw, and various other solitary activities. Despite that she’s loyal to her friends and family. However when it comes to people she doesn’t know it becomes harder for her to act as an extrovert. The end result was Zara shut people who she didn’t know out and had a lot of trouble making friends and opening her heart. This was largely due to past trauma and the tragic death of her parents at a young age. All of these were illustrated into the MBTI test and the corresponding results were exactly as expected: INFJ.

January 19 daily
Zara’s greatest fear is the loss of her family, which is due to her childhood and the early deaths of her parents. When her sister Reyna goes missing it breaks a fundamental part of her. The result is her confidence is gone and replaced with depression and confusion on what she was supposed to do with her life. When she meets Liv and Matthew, she feels that she is whole again and her fear is still there, but less of a reality and now more of a dread. This is why she is hesitant to agree with Liv’s attempts to find out more about the missing people. When Liv goes missing, Zara knows what to except and instead of shutting down she actually enlivens herself and grows from the previous experiences she had with her fear. Then when Matthew has betrayed her, she grows again, hardening and emboldening, leaving her prepared to take on whatever is next. It's thanks to this vital fear that Zara grows and is able to save Liv and her teachers in the end. Without her fear and without the help and from the rebel incidents and treacheries, Zara simply wouldn’t be Zara. If it weren’t for the work and fear, she would simply have gone on with her life as though her missing sister was no issue.

Weeklies

Weekly 1 - 2459

PART ONE - 897/600

|| Protagonist - Nola || Antagonist - Arenthea || Deuteragonists - guard, Wren || Tertiary - Blue Merchant, Green Merchant, Mistress Marenthea ||
Nola jumped up from the floor. No one was going to push her around like that! Even if it was a full grown guard, Elite class and completely at the advantage facing off against a scrawny, 13 year old, little girl. Nola’s confidence refused to fade and, unfortunately, her anger. She took a swipe at the guard’s legs, missing completely and stubbing her toe. She didn’t care- this guard deserved every bit of her anger! Pushing her to the floor, grabbing her plump, juicy peach from her hand, and then sneering at her as he bit into her fruit was an intolerable thing to do.
Nola launched a kick, and managed to hit the guard in his left leg. Hard. He went down, letting out an, oomph, as he hit the soft, dirt floor. Nola jumped towards him, pinning him with her knees and holding his wrists hard with her own. Now she was the one smirking down.
“Bet you feel awful embarrassed,” she said, grinning. “What would your fellow guards say if they saw you like this?” Nola clicked her tongue. “Beat by a meager 13 year old. Let alone a girl.”
“Let-Let me go,” the guard ground out in a gravelly voice, “And I won’t make you pay for this infraction.”
“See I don’t think you’re in the position to bargain,” she sneered, an evil smirk on her face. “But I am.”
The guard made another hopeless struggle.
“Ah, ah. We won’t be doing that today,” Nola pushed the guard down harder. “You are going to give me 15 coins, 10 for the peach, 5 for the trouble, and I am going to let you go without reporting your infraction. Deal closed.”
“B-but that’s not fair!” the guard yelped.
Nola smiled sweetly down at the guard. “Neither is life. Deal or no deal?” She paused. “The other option is I use this handy little fist of mine and see how much you enjoy that. Choose wisely.”
Nola released one of the guard’s hands, holding her own free one perfectly aimed to hit him. The guard began rummaging through his pockets, desperately trying to find the coins to pay her sum.
“Stop!” a clear, sharp voice exclaimed from the far end of the alley. Both the guard and Nola whipped around to see what was going on. A tall, angry looking woman glared down at them from the far end of the hall. She wore all black with regal golden-red lining on the shoulders and neck line. The symbol of the Ancita guard’s highest members. Another golden-red shield symbol on her chest marked her as the captain. Captain Arentha. Known for her brutality both with street citizens, criminals, and her own soldiers.
“What. Are. You. Doing?” She growled, stalking towards Nola and the guard. Nola scrambled from where she had been perched atop him, backing away as quickly as she could. “Get up!” Nola released a breath as she realized the captain was speaking, not to her, but to the guard.
“What are you doing! Laying around with some girl while you were supposed to be on shift! On the shift!” The captain glared down at the guard. “Explain yourself!”
“S-she attacked me captain,” the guard muttered. “H-hit me in the l-legs. Pinned me down and s-said I had to g-give her money or she w-would hurt me.”
When she spoke again, the captain's voice was deadly quiet. Like a blade’s edge. “You are telling me, a fully trained, completely grown, member of the Lord’s personal squadron, was beaten by a scrawny child?”
The guard looked weakly at the ground. His eyes landed the peach, squashed and dusty on the ground. Nola followed his gaze, and the captain did as well.
“Is this what you were fighting over? A pathetic peach?” The captain sneered in disgust as the guard nodded.
“And you.” The captain turned to Nola. “Come.” When Nola didn’t move she strode over and grabbed Nola’s hair and yanked her from the alley by it. Everyone stopped to stare at the odd sight. The famous Captain Arenthea dragging a scrawny dust-covered girl with one hand, the other on the pommel of her sword. Behind that an even more dust-covered, slightly bruised looking guard trailing along with his head hung down in shame.
Nola continued to struggle against the captain’s vise-like grip. “Careful, rat,” the captain hissed. “Or you won’t make it back to the barracks before my fist meets you.”
A blue-robed merchant gasped at the sight of her. “That’s one of Mistress Marentha’s girls,” he whispered to another merchant.
“She was always trouble.” another merchant, dressed in robes of emerald green, murmured.
Soon a trail of whispers followed the procession through the streets.
The captain continued pulling Nola along, ignoring the scene it was making.
“Wait!” A young woman called from the sidelines. The captain whipped around, her icy glare landing on the woman. Nola recognized her as one of the older members of Mistress Marentha’s all-girls orphanage. “Nola is one of Mistress Marenthea’s girls. Whatever she did, the Mistress can handle it.”
Nola could practically see the captain's thought process. Face the authorities for her own punishment, or allow the woman to take her and only punish her own guard. “Fine,” the captain growled. She shoved Nola towards the woman, who caught her shoulders.
“Name’s Wren. Now let’s get out of here.”





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Dynamic character Name: Sorrel Woodson Gender: Female Age: 13 Personality: shy, skittish, nervous, lonely, dreamer Hobbies: reading, drawing, listening to music Family: Mother: ? Father: ? Adopted mother: Mari Woodson Adopted mother: Nora Woodson Adopted sister: Helen Woodson Friends: Helen Woodson Likes: books, comfy chairs, sketch pads, learning Dislikes: talking about her genetic parents, bullying, horror movies Backstory: Adopted and lonely, Sorrel is teased for her unique name resulting in lack of self confidence and social skills.

Stock character Name: Jenna Gordon Gender: Female Age: 15 Personality: bossy, self centered, selfish Hobbies: putting on makeup, gossiping, shopping Family: Mom: Emma Gordon Dad: Benjamin Gordon Brother: Josh Gordon Friends: Joy King, Lauren Hockey, Torra Newton, Niamoi Martin Likes: dresses, makeup, parties, gossip Dislikes: school, drab clothes, bugs, snakes Backstory: As your average high-school popular girl, Jenna Gordon enjoys little more than clothes, makeup, gossip, and being the center of attention.

Flat character Name: Cole Faray Gender: Male Age: 16 Personality: kind, popular, funny, jokester Hobbies: playing pranks, reading comics, hanging with friends Family: Mom: Silena Faray Dad: Jack Faray Friends: Daniel Horlan, Jayden Nole Likes: pranks, friends, food Dislikes: school, working, veggies Backstory: Cole is an average teenage boy who doesn’t really care about the world beyond him, his friends, and his bag of pranks.


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Sorrel sighed as she plopped into her seat, bracing for the long study hall before she could finally escape to math class. She pulled her heavy novel from her bag, grabbed a pencil, and began to read. Every few moments she stopped to underline a word or make a note on the page.
“Hey nerd,” sneered a boy a few seats back. “You should get a life. Might improve your head.” He and his friends laughed at this and Sorrel felt her face burn. She hid it by looking down at her book. As usual.
After a few minutes most of the class had left to “go to the bathroom” just like every day. The 4 kids left sat in complete silence. The teacher even turned on music and asked them questions to try to break the silence. That's desperate.
The rest of the class returned to the classroom seconds before the bell rang, leaving the teacher no time to force them to explain their absence. Sorrel hurried from the room, nearly running to science. Her science teacher was, by far, her favorite. Ms. Orchid Auzuel, who insisted they call her Ms. Orchid.
She hurried into class, wary of the bell, only to be greeted by a hug from Ms. Orchid. Her teacher’s long, purple-tipped black hair tickled her nose.
“Hi Sorrel, hun,” she frowned at the clock. “You’re early aren’t you? Did you run all the way here?”
Sorrel shook her head and mumbled, “I didn’t go to my locker.”
Ms. Orchid nodded sagely, “Study hall it is. Come on in!” She followed Sorrel into the lab. “We have a new seating chart… again, but where do you want to sit? This is completely unofficial of course,”
“Is up front with you an option?” Sorrel asked, even though she knew the answer. The front three seats were reserved for, as Ms Orchid liked to say, ‘the scaly-wags’ of the class.
“No Sorrel honey, I would love to have you sit so close to me, but that’s the spot for the trouble-makers,” she sighed looking around the room. “How about… front row middle? I know the tables are inconvenient but maybe you’ll like it better there.”
Ms Orchid bustled back to the door clip-chart in hand. Sorrel set her supplies down and waited. After that class passed by in a quick blur. It seemed it took only a moment for her to be standing outside, the cold drab weather already hammering down on her. She slowly began the walk home, sending quick glances at the high school next door to the Junior High. Helen would be out about… now.
The school immediately exploded with high schoolers hurrying out every door. Sorrel watched carefully for Helen, but soon all that was left was the trickle of people. Ding! Sorrel knew what that meant, but she still pulled out her phone. Hey sis! Sorry I’m going to be late by an hour. Detention. Tell moms it was a club. Don’t wait. Seeya!
Sorrel sighed. Helen, her adopted sister, was, in all honesty, her only friend. Unfortunately, Helen lacked the love of school that Sorrel did, skipping out on classes, ignoring the teachers, and not doing homework. Sorrel began the dreary walk home. Her neighborhood was perched on the edge of the town, nice, but not exactly mansions. Unlucky for her, the schools sat on the road adjacent to the neighborhood.
The crowd of people walking home thinned as she got farther into the neighborhood, but two high schoolers stayed within earshot. Jenna Gordon and Cole Faray. Helen sometimes walked home with them, depending on her mood.
Jenna was one of the most popular girls in school, only caring for her makeup and the latest gossip. Sorrel could hear her now complaining about how the fog was ruining her mascara.
Cole was a bit different. He was funny, popular, but a fairly nice person. On occasion he asked how she was purely out of politeness. The two kids lived on the same street as Helen and Sorrel, but they didn’t talk much.
Sorrel had just reached the first corner into their section of the neighborhood when a shout rang out behind her. She whirled around and froze. Jenna sliding into an endless, seeming ditch that certainly hadn’t been carved through the road a moment ago. Cole was the first to unfreeze, racing to the edge and grabbing Jenna’s arm, trying to hall her up from the hole. It seemed as though her backpack was too heavy, and Cole nearly fell in as well. Sorrel ran over and grabbed Jenna’s other arm, pulling with all her might.
Nothing happened for a moment. Then, there was an ear-splitting Crack! And Jenna, Cole, and Sorrel all went plunging into the darkness.
Sorrel didn’t scream. Cole and Jenna did though, one a high, screechy sound that soon tapered out. The other was hoarse and ended after a long time. Sorrel could have been falling for days. Then there was the echo.
The screams came back after… who knows how long. This pit, it could go on forever. Sorrel turned upward as she fell. Not by choice, but by luck and saw the line of light at the top of her vision, it was so small she could barely recognize the red-orange of the sky. It was sunset already! Or was it sunrise- Sorrel shut her eyes as air streamed through them. By then Helen would be home. Her moms would have worried themselves sick by then. And at that point there would a search party looking for-
“S-sorrel?” Cole’s voice was hoarse as he called out. “Are y-you there?”
“Yes,” she responded, her voice oddly steady. This was just like the books she had read for her entire life! “I fell as well.”
“O-okay.” Cole said and fell silent for a while.
It could have been hours before Jenna called out. “W-will we ever stop falling?” she voiced. “This is all your fault Sorrel,” she spat. “If you a-and your s-stupid sister hadn’t been outside when m-my parents went looking for houses w-we never would have m-moved to this miserable t-town!”
“Well maybe it is my fault!” Sorrel yelled into the darkness. “But you’re to blame for getting me and Cole stuck down here in the first pla-”
Sorrel landed. There was a soft thump as she hit the ground. Or whatever was underneath her back. For a moment she lay on her back, eyes closed against what would surely be another wave of darkness. But a soft glow lit her eyelids pink-orange. Was it… light? Sorrel cracked her eyes and found a soft glow radiating from the walls. She looked around, getting to her feet. The cavern’s walls were of rough stone, and covered in softly glowing moss. Purple, iredscant ivy twined itself through the bare branches of orange-gold plants protruding from the walls. The ground was covered in a dense layer of aquamarine, fluffy things, each looking suspiciously like leaves. Jenna and Cole were in much of the same stupor a few feet on either side of her.
“Where… are we?” Sorrel asked in an incredulous voice. A boom sounded from far above and high pitched screeches punctured the air.
“Wherever it is, it’s better than being up there,” Cole joked, then realized the implications. Their families were up there. “We have to get back.”
“I’m afraid you can’t.” All three whipped around to see a young woman standing off to the side of the cavern. Her skin was the same pale-green as the moss on the walls.
“Who are you?” Sorrel asked, stepping forward. “Why can’t we go back?”
“I,” the woman said smiling, “Am Queen. You may call me Quinn. I was to rule the luran race, but tragedy struck in the Forest Plague.” Quinn’s eyes grew distant. “And you may not go back because then you would die as they all shall. And I wish not to have the one who is to rule them be the only as I am.” Her piercing gaze landed on Sorrel. “You, young queenling, must live.”


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Word Wars

January 3rd: 176

Jenna stood up and began to speak. The words tumbled from her mouth in a messy array, and she prayed her teacher could understand what she was saying. The presentation would be making up at least half of her grade. When Jenna had finished the entire class was looking at her odd.
Ms. Henreicks gave Jenna a small smile and said, “Jenna honey would you like to give your presentation, dear?”
“I just did,” Jenna responded, a confused look on her face. “Didn’t you hear what I said about the volcanoes?”
Ms. Henreicks shook her head. “You didn’t say anything, love. Would you like to try again?” The entire class laughed and Jenna felt her face burn with shame. She had just given her presentation! Why would she have to do it again?
Years later she knew. It was a disease. A mysterious growth in her. In many. Soon the entire world knew the feeling when words were said but none heard. It was a shame she didn’t know then. But maybe it was a blessing.


January 3rd: 194

How long until the world turned into fire like the last one? If no one tends to the fire it will still grow out of control. Like rebellion. Zoya Montosa learned the hard way you can’t lead with a feather-light hand. It takes might to control magic. Might to control might. Might to control even the mice of a kingdom. Now no one questions the queen. No one tries to alter her decisions. Contradict her ideas. But it’s awfully lonely at the top of the world. No one mentioned that to the kids who stood atop their table yelling their rulership over the kitchen. Maybe they should have.
Wind whirls through the air, adding to the layers of dust atop the drab robe. Not the robe of a queen. Zoya would not be the queen for today. She was no one for now. Silence. Nothing but the wind howling it’s dissent. Dissent on what?
A crackling sounded through the calm silence. Who- A woman trudged up the hill and into Zoya’s sightline. She was striking. Black hair whipped by the wind, pale skin glowing in the moonlight, ice blue eyes stabbing through the night.

January 5th: 154

“Hello?” the empty house echoed into the night. It had been alone for many years. So many years it didn’t know the feel of kind words. The house echoed again. “Hello? Hello?” A lone owl responded in its mournful hoot.
“H-hi?” A voice. A quiet one. The house reached its essence out into the world, scanning the forest for the source. It found one. A child. A girl one. Only 7 of age at the most. Too young to be alone in the forest so late. So dark.
The house called out again. “Come. I will shelter you.” The house sensed the skittering of the young girl coming near. She hurried to the house’s empty doorway. The girl slowly stepped inside.
“A-am, am I hurting you lovely house?” the girl asked, her eyes wide as she gingerly stepped on the boards.
“No, I feel nothing of it, as I feel nothing of the cold.”

Other Writing

Young Author's Entry- Chapter 3

Zara thought she would be devastated. She thought all her thoughts would be tuned in on regret, washing out everything else. Instead, she barely felt the regret. It was drowned under a sea of awe.
It seemed as though every movement was easier here, lighter. And then she looked out the window. All she could think is, Where is this place, as she gazed, quite literally star struck, at the sight that was painted across the world outside. At the rear edge of the window, her planet’s suddenly beautiful gray-blue mist seemed to have blanketed everything. It looked… almost cozy from here. Zara could actually see the end of the atmosphere, a glowing blue line stretching around the horizon of her planet.
Beyond the edge of Linal a breathtaking sight encompassed the window sight. Thousands upon thousands of stars patterned the space like a night quilt. “Patterned” wasn’t quite right. The stars had no constraints, no order, no rules. They scattered through the sky like a million fireflies frozen where they had flown, forever suspended above.
Fireflies. Zara froze, a memory shoving itself through the glittering dream. She had only seen fireflies once, when she was 8 years old. Back when her parents were alive, before the accident. Reyna had begged their parents to take them out to the forest, making every excuse she could to drag our family out for the night into the wilderness. Zara had never been to such a place, and to her young eyes it looked as though from a fairytale. They had hired a man and his transport to take them out to a lake, an hour or so away from the city. Zara had spent the entire journey with her face pressed to the window, watching the city fade behind and the mountains, short, stubby forests, and starlit skies grow from a fantasy to reality.
When they had finally arrived at the lake, millions of the fireflies danced across the surface. Zara had sat awestruck for a long moment in the car before Reyna had pulled her from her seat, dragging her into the night. They had danced in the light of the fireflies, their parents laughing along, for hours it seemed. They had made funny faces at the mirror-surface of the lake and eventually chased the fireflies around the lake. When the dew began to collect on the soft grass, they finally left the lake. Reyna had begged to stay but the man with the transporter had disagreed, claiming his family needed him home. Reyna had sat aloof the entire journey home.
Zara smiled faintly at the memory, but a moment later a wave of sadness washed over her. That was back when her family was still intact. Now nothing like that was ever going to be remotely possible. Her parents were gone and Reyna would never be- no. Zara couldn’t think like that. It would drive her to insanity before she even reached the school. She grabbed the booklet again, searching for the curtain and light dim options. The buttons made a soft whoosh when she hit them each. Or perhaps that was the curtains and lights. Zara didn’t need to know as she forced herself into a deep sleep.


Book Diversity Rant - 323

I love seeing diversity and equal representation in books, but lately it seems I can't find anywhere that has a balance of books appropriate for kids and diverse. It seems as if authors are only writing with diverse characters in adult books because they feel that things they write about aren't fit for kids to read. As a result I think that as people get older and read these things they weren't exposed to at a young age, they feel it's something that has to come with growing up and cannot be a part of your childhood and younger years. In reality, these topics you find in only the adult sections should be found in kids books. And when there is diversity in one kids book, it stands apart from the others and may even cause readers to dissent that it should be a kids book, because it's the only one standing with diverse topics. The truth is that the lack of diverse children's books, activities, shows, and movies could be one of the factors in discrimination against people who stray from what kids usually read. For example, Rick Riordan's kid's series, Heroes of Olympus, shows a gay couple, a Cherokee girl, a Canadian-Chinese boy, and a girl of color. Another of his children's series is Magnus Chase, which features a gender fluid character. Some kids aren't allowed to read this book because their parents believe they would be exposing them to something they aren't ready for. In reality, if kids saw more of this diversity they would become more open to supporting people who look or love differently. Though this is no fault of the authors, children's books and stories tend to feature girl and boy relationships, people of pale skin tone, a limit of two genders, and one ethnicity (origin country). Showing more diversity in books would improve kid's acceptance of people who may look or act differently than they do.

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Hiya! This is we’re all my writing (well most of it) will be organized!

✎ Nickname: Kate
✎ Pronouns: She/her
✎ Cabin: Sleuth
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