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Introduction

Hi guys!!! I'm Ava!! Well, that isn't a bit close to my name, but I love it sOOOOO much it's my alias everywhere online.

WARNING- pronounce the beginning like how you would do art. It is not Ava with the alike baked. I will seriously blow my head off if anyone makes that mistake again. :D

Nicknames- Ava, Icebunny, Icebunny11, ObsessiveFangirlOverLeo , ObsessiveFangirlOverNico , ObsessiveFangirlOverLeo&Nico ,. Etc.
Zodiac- Aquarius/Air Sign (OK HERE PEEPS HELP ME UNDERSTAND HOW THE ONE ZODIAC WITH AQUA IN IT IS AN AIR SIGN)
Age- I'll let you guys decide- 10-14
Pronouns- she/they
Nationality- Indian
Culture- Hindu-Parsi(also probably Greek-Roman) so Hindu-Parsi-Greek-And-Roman. GRAPH. Huh.
Godly parent- don't get me started…
But here are the beginning ones-
Athena
Hades
Aphrodite
Artemis (HOW?!)
Poseidon
Favourite book- You guessed it. Percy Jackson. But my favorite is also Malory Towers.
Favourite Authors- Rick Riordon and Enid Blyton.
Cabin- Lyric
Favourite genres to read and write- fantasy, fanfiction, thriller, romance, comedy
Hobbies- Reading, Writing, Drawing, Singing, Making music, hearing music, binge watching bts, reading memes, reading anything related to bts or Percy Jackson, staring into someone's soul
Qualities- smart, creative, takes initiative, leader, Ambivert, impatient, a little bossy, WAY too loud due to adhd but can be extremely quiet at 3AM

Writing-

Dailies -

July 1st - Introductions only!!
July 2nd
July 3rd
July 4th
July 5th
July 6th+7th
July 8th - CABIN WARS
July 9th
July 10th - CRITIQUE DAY
July 11th
July 12th
July 13th
July 14th
July 15th
July 16th
July 17th
July 18th
July 19th
July 20th
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July 22nd
July 23rd
July 24th
July 25th
July 26th
July 27th
July 28th
July 29th
July 30th
July 31st

Weeklies-
First Week (3rd-9th)
Second Week - (10th-16th)
Third Week -(16th-23rd)
Fourth Week -(24th-31st)

Cabin wars
#1 = contributed through school writing
#2 = contributed through weekly 3

Writing Competition-

Critique-

My writing - Their writing - My critique - Their Critique

My writing - Their Writing - My Critique - Their Critique

My writing - Their writing - My critique - Their critique

writing thread

1k introduction -

1k introduction

dailies:

july 1
july 4
july 5
july 14
july 28

weeklies:
weekly no. 1

kitty's writing folder

dalies

weeklies

word wars & critiques

Bidaily – 6-7th July. 305 words.

Daily – 5th July.

Mystic's Mission Log

Hey y'all! I'm Mystic, a nerdy, quirky, and crazy artist and writer. My pronouns are she/her, and my timezone is PDT - UTC-7 (which makes me super late to start counting words ). In my free time, I like to draw, write, draw the characters of my writing, dance, and procrastinate. I'm an ENFP-T, and I can be hyper and crazy sometimes This is my third season, following March 2022 and July 2022 (school was quite busy this year), and I'm excited to be back! I'm in the Sci-Fi Galactic Invasion this session. Sci-Fi FTW!

Total Word Count
8,781/11k

Word Goals Passed
7.5k ~ July 20th

July 1st
link ~ 75 words

July 2nd
link ~ 384 words

July 3rd
link ~ 451 words

July 4th
link ~ 775 words

July 5th
link ~ 204 words

July 6th-7th (Bidaily)
link ~ 319 words

July 8th: Cabin Wars!
no link ~ (n/a) words

July 9th
link ~ 302 words

July 11th
link ~ 274 words

Week 1
link ~ 1721 words

link ~ words

Word Wars
Against @Sandy-Dunes: link ~ 161 words
Against @27coding_crazy: link ~ 140 words
Against @-rainyskiies-: link ~ 306 words

hmmm if i was an ice cream sundae, the first flavor be mango or orange! i would say bubblegum or cotton candy but i don't like any of those flavors. mango/orange is typically yellow, and yellow symbolizes happiness which is my happy/cheerful side! blueberrry will be the next one, it represents my introvertness because blue symbolizes shyness. the last one will be pizza ice cream. i know, weird but people has also called me weird sometimes (in a good way! i think) so it fits! and for the toppings, i'd imagine it be a bunch of gummy bears, sprinkles, candies, etc just basically a mess because everything about me is messy. my room is messy, my hair is messy, the way i dress is sometimes messy and so much more

A long time ago, in a kingdom far, far away, there was a witch. The king's witch, to be specific. Unlike other witches at the time, she was praised and honored for her extraordinary skills of magic. She could revive dead people, cure fatal illnesses with just a drop of potion, and grow plants out of thin air. But despite the witch's huge fame in the kingdom, she wanted more. She wanted power. The witch believed that she could make this kingdom a better place. But there was no way the king would just simply give out his power to the witch. She had to find another way. The witch then started to work harder, hoping she would catch the king's attention, and the king would be amazed so much so that he'll give his throne to the witch. But that didn't work. She only received nothing more than a compliment and a gift from the king. A clock made of gold. The witch was starting to get frustrated. And desperate. She then spent the night brainstorming on what to do. She realized that she had to this the hard way. The witch finally got an idea and the next day she took a stroll around the village, striking up conversations with people, and spreading false rumors about the king. She took advantage of her fame and soon everyone started to believe her. The rumors started escalating way too far and soon there was a whole mob in front of the castle, carrying torches and rakes. They were desperate for answers and the king assured his people that he would never do such things. Unfortunately, people trusted the king more and it was revealed to him that it was the witch that started everything. She was banished to the forest along with all her stuff. Now the witch is furious. Using her what's left of her stuff, she sets her cauldron, dumps her ingredients, picks out the first flower she sees, drops it in the cauldron, and adjusts it so that her concoction hits the moonlight. At midnight, when the moon is perfectly aligned with the cauldron, it shook along with the ingredients inside, creating a puff of smoke. The witch then covered her nose and reached down and grabbed a flower. The flower she had just made was called ‘The Cursed Moonlight Flower’. It is known to make anyone that smells the flower go crazy and ultimately be the cause of their own death. The witch's plan was to sneak into the castle and put the flower into one of the vases in the castle that king always stops to smell the flowers in it every day. There was no guards at all at the entrance at midnight. This is because the kingdom was just that safe and trusted by the king. No one had even tried to break into the castle at night for over a century. Until now. The witch put the flower into the vase and then went out and went back to the forest. Now it was just a matter of time.

The next day, the whole village was quiet. The guard had announced to everyone that the king had took his own life for unknown reasons. It was a sad day for everyone, except for the witch. Later that night, she sneaked into the castle again and went to the throne room. There, sits a lonely throne, longing for its owner. The witch stepped forward and sat on the throne. Smirking, before letting out a loud maniacal laugh.

“Yes! That must be it! My dazzling looks… My charming smile… My gregarious personality… It must be so difficult for you to even stand in my presence!” Sweetheart said in a moment of realization. “Well… There is no need to despair anymore. I will end your suffering… personally.” In the blink of an eye, her white wedding dress turned into a pink frilly dress, and a hatch opened on the ground, revealing a pink staff, with some sort of heart shaped charm on top of it. She grabs it, spins it around, and makes a heart with it. “Farewell, miserable peons!” Sweetheart shouted. The staff turned into a mace with one hard swing, and soon, the battle was on.

Omori slashes his knife towards Sweetheart, but before he could hit anything, the room turned upside down. “W- what?!” Aubrey exclaimed. Suddenly, they were standing on the roof. Omori stood for a while, trying to process what was happening and then continued charging toward Sweetheart. “Ow!” she exclaimed. She then swung her mace towards the gang and hit everyone. Kel threw his ball at Sweetheart and it bounced back at him after it hit Sweeheart's head. He then passes it to Omori, “Heads up!” Omori catches it and starts to float. He throws it at Sweetheart with all his might and it deals critical damage. “Whoa!” Kel shouted. Sweetheart, who was still recovering from the hit, looked up “H-huh!?” There was Omori, floating up in the air with his arms spread out. He started to shine out of nowhere and nearby objects circled him like a tornado. “What's happening!?” Hero shouted, while ushering Kel and Aubrey to hide behind his back as he covered them with his arms. The nearing objects circled faster and soon there was some kind of tornado around Omori. He then rises his hand up and all the circling objects went up. His hand gestured towards Sweetheart and that was the point that she finally realized what was happening. “Wait, no!” Sweetheart yelled, but it was all too late. The objects all rushed towards her. “Aaah!!” she screamed.

Everyone was silent. It doesn't seem to be anything moving under the pile of random objects. Omori slowly falls from above, no longer floating again. The room turned downside up and they were back on the ground. “What the heck was that?!” Kel asked. “I didn't know you could float, that was amazing!” followed by Aubrey complimenting him. “Guys!” Hero then shouted. “I think I hear something under the pile!” As everyone approached the large pile, for a while there was nothing. But then shuffling and clanking could be heard. “Aagh!” Sweetheart grunted as she emerged from the pile. “How.. dare… you!” She yelled furiously. Her hair was tangled and her pink flowy dress was ripped and shredded.

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Title: Until You Came

Verse 1
I woke up and looked at the clock
It's 7 AM, then looked at the calendar
The dates and months don't matter
Time to start this day like any other
I ate breakfast and got ready
Then spent half of the day in school
I slept through the night and woke up
Ready to do it all over again

Pre-chorus
Everyday is just like yesterday
Repeating the same routine
Stuck in an endless loop
That is until you came

Chorus
Oh, How my life turned upside down with you
You helped me discover myself
Oh, how I looked at life another way with you
I'm glad that we have met

Verse 2
I barely remember what day it is
Every each of them is just the same
This and that again and again
When will this way come to an end?
This day is at least special
It's the first day at school
It's just probably going to be any other first day
But I have a different feeling

Pre-chorus
Everyday is just like yesterday
Repeating the same routine
Stuck in an endless loop
That is until you came

Chorus
Oh, How my life turned upside down with you
You helped me discover myself
Oh, how I looked at life another way with you
I'm glad that we have met

Bridge
I was walking to class
When I suddenly bumped into you
You were ecstatic to have made a new ‘friend’
Never would I thought you would change my life
You told me everything about yourself
And showed me things from your point of view
That was the moment I realized
Have I been doing this all wrong?

Pre-chorus
Everyday is just like yesterday
Repeating the same routine
Stuck in an endless loop
That is until you came

Chorus
Oh, How my life turned upside down with you
You helped me discover myself
Oh, how I looked at life another way with you
I'm glad that we have met

Six - Six is definitely a night owl and gets about 4 hours of sleep every night. She sleeps from 2 AM to 6 AM before getting ready for school. She likes to stay up watching TV, playing computer games, or draw on her sketchbook. Especially play computer games. If you do force her to sleep, she can't. Six already has a fixed sleeping schedule and she just can't sleep early. Other people sometimes are concerned for her, only sleeping so little hours at night. And Six is often confused by this, as this has been her habit for years and genuinely thinks its normal. But strangely, it does not affect her mentally in any way. She is still as fit and healthy compared to a person who has a normal sleeping schedule and she's never tired or exhausted anywhere except when its her time to sleep. It does affect her physically though. She has dark and heavy eyebags under her eyes. Maybe it has something to do with her having mind reading powers? Bonus: Six gets called Dracula's daughter in her school because of her heavy eyebags. She absolutely hates that name and will be annoyed if you suddenly bring it up in front of her.

Riley - Riley has a somewhat normal sleeping habit. She sleeps at 9 PM and wakes up at 7 AM. But sometimes she's allowed to stay up until 10:30 by her parents on special occasions. The latest she ever slept was 1 AM because she watched a horror movie before sleeping and she isn't really a fan of horror movies. Riley is also a loud sleeper. She snores a lot and does not realize it. She snores so loud that people rarely invite her to sleepovers. But she doesn't mind though, as she as hates sleepovers because she doesn't like staying up really late. It's because when she stays up really late, her body just can't function properly without enough sleep. She'll feel dizzy, tired, and can't focus. The worse case scenario is that she'll get a fever. Other than snoring a lot as a loud sleeper, she also sometimes talks in her sleep, often talking nonsense or just gibberish. When Riley can't sleep, she'll just read books until she feels tired. There aren't any mental or physical effects on her impacted by her sleeping schedule except a little bit of eyebags. Bonus: Riley has very weird dreams. Like crazy weird.

You suddenly wake up in what looks like a damp yellow room. You slowly stand up and realize the ‘room’ isn't a room. You look everywhere but there never seemed to be an end to the ochre colored patterned walls. You walk around, the ceiling lights flickering and the moist carpet squishing every time you take a step. That's when you realize you've seen this place before. The Backrooms.
It's apparently trending right now on the internet. It's a story about a place that you can't escape, and has almost endless levels, each with different entities in them. You've never had a thought that this place might be real, you thought this was just another addition to the legendary internet creepypastas collection. You were wrong. So wrong. Suddenly, you hear shuffling. Could that be the entity of this level? You start shaking, knowing that you're probably dead in the next 3 seconds. But then, a person emerged from the shadows. “You're on of us, aren't you?”
“W-what?” You asked in confusion. Another one appeared behind the person. “We've been stuck here for months. Just like you.” They said.

Cooper tightly gripped his flashlight. The place was high up in the mountains and there was no going back. He didn't even know why he was doing this, he could've just waited until morning.
It was just a normal camping trip with friends, until yesterday one of Cooper's friends went missing. There was no trace of him other than a cluttered sleeping bag and his dropped phone near the tent. The group had already scheduled to go home 2 days later, so they had to stay. Cooper was thirsty at the middle of the night, and the water was all out. There was a river near the camping site so he decided to get up and walk there by himself, by only bringing a big water bottle for the water and a flashlight.
It's been 40 minutes and the river was nowhere in sight. He honestly didn't know where he was going. He figured that he'll reach the river soon enough, there wasn't really much road that people can safely walk on here and Cooper had been walking on flat ground for the past 40 minutes, and also because he could hear river sounds. This was such a bad idea, yet he kept going. He wasn't even thirsty anymore, but he couldn't come back and even if he wasn't thirsty anymore, he can grab some water for his friends in the morning. He also noticed more rhododendron flowers popping up more and more as he walked. The river sounds were getting louder. He was close.
Soon, more rhododendron flowers started appearing to the point it was getting annoying. Cooper arrived in front of a sign that said “DO NOT ENTER. DANGEROUS AREA.”, written violently in red marker. The sign was also overtaken by rhododendron flowers. The sounds of the river sounded like it was right behind that sign, so he just decided to go through. After about 5 minutes, Cooper arrived in front of a short cliff and a field of flowers below. The ‘river’ sound wasn't a river. It was the shuffling of flowers. The periwinkle colored moon gave its light to the flowers beneath, creating a beautiful circle of light at one spot. Carnations and magnolias clutter the field, swaying left and right from the wind. It was almost, hypnotic. Cooper climbed down the small cliff, fascinated by the flowers. “Wow” he mumbled under his breath. Cooper was always interested in nature, especially flowers. Magnolias were his favorite. He walked forward, still looking at the flowers. It was as if someone was controlling him. His body stopped walking when he reached the edge of the field, which was a tall cliff. Cooper took a step forwards, and he finally regained consciousness the moment he fell.

Sophie sat on top of her house's roof, gazing at the beautiful night sky. There were also a lot of butterflies too, a lot than usual. Sophie reached out her hand and two butterflies landed on her index finger. She moved her hand to her face to get a closer look. Both of them were orange and were pretty big. Both of them then flew into the night sky. Suddenly, Sophie heard shuffling from the woods behind her house. It could be wind or a harmless fox, but there was no harm in checking, right? She slowly climbed down from her roof and onto the grass, barefoot. She then trudged slowly trudged the rough grounds of the forest and came across more and more butterflies, all orange and pretty much the same like the two that landed on her finger earlier. She didn't think much of it, even though there was so much that it was blocking her path. Sophie momentarily stopped and kept an ear out for any sign of the previous shuffling. In the corner of her eye, she could see a silhouette of a tall woman with long hair wearing what seemed to be a long flowy dress. “Hello?” Sophie yelled. “Are you lost?” She went in the direction where she saw the woman and there were more butterflies. “What is up with all of the butterflies?” Sophie mumbled under her breath. She finally arrived near the edge of a cliff and at the very edge was a bunch of butterflies forming some sort of a sphere, the butterflies then flew away to reveal the woman, the long dress she was wearing was white and the long hair went up to her feet was black. Her skin was pale white, almost unnatural. But the most notable thing in appearances was her eyes. It looked like there were butterflies, or rather, a reflection of butterflies in the middle of her pupil.

“Hello.” the woman greeted Sophie, followed by a warm smile.

part 1 (the image im writing the interpretation is the 4th image in this project)

Alice scrambled through her closet and grabbed her umbrella. She ran through her house and went outside, it was really windy. She then took another look at the sky one last time. There were a lot of pretty clouds many stars and comets were visible, despite it not being night just yet. She was planning to reach the clouds, or even higher, with just her umbrella. Alice always dreamt of being an astronaut, just imagine all the wonderful things you would see up there, the highest she has ever been was on the roof of her little cottage house. It wasn't as tall as space, but being able to see a lot more things by being tall made her felt amazing. Alice wasn't even sure if her little umbrella and the winds would even lift her off the ground, but it was worth a shot. She opened her umbrella and the sudden gust of wind lifted her off the grounds. It took her by surprise and she almost let go of the umbrella. Alice was holding the umbrella handle with both of her hands now, the wind was making the umbrella shake a lot and she wasn't expecting to fly this high at this speed. Alice looked down and her cottage house was barely visible anymore. She looked up again and realized she was about to reach the clouds and closed her eyes. Even though she can't see anything, she can feel the clouds. It wasn't fluffy or puffy like she expected, she almost couldn't feel anything, it was also kind of wet. After what seems to be a couple minutes in the cloud, it had passed and now Alice is above the sky. She slowly opened one of her eyes to see, and it was beautiful. Stars and comets, and what also seemed to be planets were right in front of her eyes. They seemed so close, yet so far. She even tried to grab one of the comets by reaching her with her right hand. It was so mesmerizing, Alice just wanted to stay here forever, sit on the clouds while stargazing. This wasn't even close to space, just imagine all the things up there! There's no way a sky could be more prettier than this. Suddenly, as if the wind were pushing her down, she started descending down to the ground. Past the clouds, and now she's back in the front of her cottage again. She closed her umbrella, and looked up once more before stepping into her house and closing the door.
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part 2

“Do you need my help, Riley? You seem to be taking a long time.” Riley's mom yelled. Riley, still preparing the rendang back in the kitchen replied. “No mom, you just stay there, I can do this all by myself.” The dish is already in the bowl, it only needed some finishing touches. Riley wants this to be perfect. It's her mom's birthday and she said herself that in her 20 years of traveling around the world, she has never found any dish that tastes better than rendang. And since Indonesian restaurants or any restaurant that serves rendang is pretty rare, she rarely gets to eat it. But today, Riley wanted to make her mom's birthday special. She didn't want to make a basic cake or some fancy food or anything. She went out of her way to find all the ingredients, some even imported from other countries, and followed recipes online to make a perfect rendang. The finishing touch was one single cilantro leaf as the garnish, and Riley kept moving it, it never seemed to be perfect. After what seemed to be a minute or two of slightly moving the garnish again and again, The dish was finally done. “Mom, I'm finally done!” Riley shouted. She carefully walked to the dining room, carrying the bowl while being careful not to drop it. “Here it is!” Riley then put the bowl down on the table. “Aww! Thank you! You made this just for me?” Her mom asked. “Of course! It's your birthday.” Riley replied. Her mom then grabbed the spoon next to the bowl, cut one of the meat, scooped it up and ate it. “How is it?” She asked nervously. While her mom isn't typically judging and gets mad when there's a mistake, she was still nervous. Her hands were sweaty and shaking. “This is amazing! Where did you get the recipe?” Her mom exclaimed. Riley grinned. “I found the recipe online, nothing special.” She was overjoyed that her mom liked it. Not like it's anything rare, but seeing other people happy from something she has done also makes her happy. “Happy birthday mom.” Riley said. “Thank you so much honey, this must've taken so long to make.” “Well, yes.” “You have to give me the recipe, this is so good!” “Of course.” Her mom then spread out her arms, and Riley fell into her hug. “I am so tired.” She said, followed by a groan.
408 words

part 3 (the excerpt i continued was from this project and i took the first paragraph from the hamlet section.

The queen gazed in horror upon her husband's dead, poisoned body. Who could've done this? Anon was caught for his crimes not long after and a large funeral was held for the king. The queen brought a bouquet of flowers, peonies, to be exact. The king's favorite. She placed on top of his coffin. Hour after hour, more people started to leave the scene. And soon, the queen was alone, in front of her husband's coffin. Standing miserably. How dare someone do this to him? Why would they do this? Soon, grief turned into anger. She grabbed her bouquet of peonies from the top of the coffin and threw it onto the ground. She stomped it and then let out a saddening scream that soon dissolved into a sob. A crowd of knights soon grabbed the queen and dragged her into the castle, she didn't even try to let go, she just stared at her husbands coffin as she was dragged.

For weeks, the queen has been staying inside the castle, grieving her husband. She wanted vengeance. The murderer was already executed publicly, but that still didn't satisfy her. Until she called one of the knights and ordered him to burn down the house of the murderer along with their family. The queen watched the house burn from atop the balcony of the castle, smirking. Then it turned into a giggle. She knew this is not what her husband would've wanted, or did. And honestly, this would also be something she wouldn't have wanted. But why is she so relieved? Why is she so happy? The queen then stood up from her chair and stepped back into the castle. Little did she know, that the murderer's brother survived the house fire. And wanted vengeance as well.

At the middle of the night in the castle, someone managed to sneak in the queen's bedroom. It was the murderer's brother. He slowly walked across the room, carrying a vile of poison in his hand. Suddenly, his elbow knocked over a vase full of lilies. He managed to catch the vase itself, but the flowers were all spilled on the floor, the falling flowers fortunately didn't make any sound, but he didn't step over the flowers, so that he doesn't make any possible sounds. Finally, he was standing in front of the queen. He opened the vile of poison and poured it in the queen's ear. He then soon left the room.
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part 4

Alice scoured her closet grabbed her umbrella before running outside. It was very windy and the wind kept getting in her eyes she had to squint. She looked up and saw many stars and comets, even though it wasn't night just yet. Her plan was to fly using the her umbrella to reach the clouds, or maybe even higher. She wasn't even sure if the umbrella was gonna lift her off the ground, but still, it was worth a shot. Alice had always dreamed of being an astronaut, looking at thing from great heights. It always felt amazing to her to see a lot of things just by being tall enough. She's been planning on doing this since long ago, and now is the only chance. She can't mess this up. As Alice opened the umbrella a gust of wind suddenly lifted her up and she was off the ground. It took her by surprise that she almost let go of the umbrella. Alice is now holding the umbrella handle with two hands, the umbrella was shaking a lot and she didn't even expect the wind to take her to this height on this speed, she didn't expect it to even lift her off! The higher the wind lifted Alice, the tighter her grip to the handle was. Her little cottage house was barely visible when she looked down. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe this was just another addition to her long list of silly, never thought out, over ambitious ideas. Except for whatever reason she decided to actually do this. As Alice looked up, she realized that she was about to reach the clouds. She closed her eyes and could feel the clouds. It was subtly wet and damp, and she almost couldn't feel it. Not puffy or fluffy unlike what it looked like. After a while of being inside the clouds, the wind suddenly almost stopped moving and Alice was slowing down. She opened one of her eyes to see a beautiful disarray of comets and stars, and what seemed to be huge planets too. It was absolutely amazing. It wasn't as tall as space, but if this is the things you could see in this height, then imagine what you could see in space. The glimmering stars looked so close yet so far, she even reached out her right hand to grab one of them. While she couldn't grab any stars, maybe she could soon when she's an astronaut. The view was so mesmerizing, Alice just wanted to stay here and look at the beautiful stars while sitting on the clouds, but unfortunately, that's not really possible. Suddenly, she started descending. Pass the stars and the clouds and she was on the ground. It wasn't windy anymore. Even though that was one crazy trip to the skies, it was worth it. Alice looked up on the skies again one last time before stepping into the house and closing the door.
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part 1 (topic: detailed plot planning)
Hello there! My name's Kim and in today's workshop I'll be teaching you how to write a detailed and good plot!

First of all, what is a plot?

A plot is something that happens in the story. The events of that story. It's the action of the story that drives the narrative towards.
Here's an example of a short plot: “A boy is riding his bike to school. He suddenly encounters a small kitten that he almost hit. The kitten was in the middle of a sidewalk where a lot of people ride bikes too, so the boy grabbed the little kitten and put it aside in a small bush. Suddenly, the kitten talks and thanks him. The boy is very surprised and thinks he's just imagining things. The kitten assures that he is not and after a short chat, the kitten introduces himself as the king of the cat kingdom, and he was just merely disguising himself as a kitten to test humans before a puff of smoke appeared out of nowhere, covering the kitten and now he was a large cat. He then says that he should be going now, and the boy should too. He should not be late for school. The boy says goodbye to the cat and the next day while the boy was going through the same place yesterday, the cat was nowhere to be found.”

A plot's purpose is to give a story structure. It what makes the story a story. A plot is one of the five things needed in every story:
Plot
Theme
Characters
Setting
Conflict
Let's look back at our example plot. The theme isn't immediately apparent, which is the case in a lot of stories. The characters are the boy and the cat, the setting is a sidewalk and the conflict is the kitten talking and the boy's reaction.

Before writing a plot, you obviously need to lay the basics first unlike me lol. One of the basics are the type of your plot.

The basic types of plots
You aren't limited to only using these 7, these are only the most common.

1. Tragedy
Tragedy usually tells the story focusing on great sorrow, grief, destruction, etc.

2. Comedy
Comedy is the opposite of tragedy. It's light hearted and humorous.

3. The Quest
Another name for this is ‘hero’s journey.' The hero of the story is usually on a quest to reach some sort of goal or prize far away.

4. Rebirth
Rebirth is usually a story where the main character goes from bad to good. The main character often has a tragic past that explains their behavior and after a series of events they will finally realize.

5. Monster
Also known as the ‘Good vs Evil’ plot. It focuses on the protagonist (good) fighting a antagonist (evil) and after defeating the evil force, the world turns back to perfect balance.

6. Voyage and Return
Voyage and return is similar to the quest, but with an added element of returning wherever the hero came from before taking on the journey.

7. Rags to Riches
Rags to riches tells a simple story of the protagonist who is poor, dirty, and/or struggling. But after a series of events they gain a ton of fame and money making them rich.


Now that you understand what a story plot is all about, how do you make a good plot?

First of all, we need to learn about the classic 3-act structure

The classic 3-act structure
Here's one of the things that make a great story plot. The 3-act structure.

Act 1: Act 1 is the beginning. Introduce your characters and the setting and create the sense of arising conflict.

Act 2: Act 2 is the where the conflict starts to get more intense. Tensions rise and more and more obstacles are placed in front of your main character's way, preventing them from reaching their goal in the story.

Act 3: Act 3 is the resolution. Questions are all answered, loose ends are all tied up, and everything comes to an end.

The 3 act structure is one of the things that make a plot a great plot. A good plot should also keep the reader engaged, surprising them with all sorts of twists and turns then ends with a satisfying conclusion. Conflict plays a great role in captivating readers. Whether internal or external, you need conflict to keep to plot moving. Foreshadowing is also another way to keep readers hooked, leave out clues and hints to get the reader guessing. And then create a clear resolution. Make sure it resolves conflict and there are no plot holes.
You also have to know and understand the genre you're writing, so you can write within those boundaries without getting sidetracked.

And I guess that's it! It's my first time writing a workshop so It's quite bad, I hope it helped!

sources: https://www.grammarly.com/blog/story-plot/, https://www.masterclass.com/articles/everything-you-need-to-know-about-writing-plot#23mEueGftH026KA8OOjqLW, and https://literacyideas.com/how-to-write-a-great-plot/
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Katie gazed at the at the burning city. She's the last human on earth. She knew this would happen, but no one would listen to her. Katie walked through the debris of the once bustling and bright city, but now empty and desolate. What is she going to do now?

Sophie gazed at the amazing mountains from the top of her little house. Even though it wasn't night, stars and the moon was still visible. She always wanted to be a mountain climber. Maybe someday she could climb up one of those tall mountains. One of them was so high that she had to look up to see the top.

“Has anyone ever told you you're not human?”
“…What?” Sydney asked. “W-who said that?” She asked again. She was just alone in her room when suddenly she heard that question. “What do you mean?” She asked again, hoping for an answer. “You're not human.”

I looked down at my broken violin down the stairs. The strings were broken and pieces of wood was everywhere. “Sunny!” my sister Mari suddenly shouted. “What have you done!? Do you know how expensive that violin costed?” She started scolding and continued shouting at me. What's the point of practicing if you're never going to get it right? “Now what are you going to play tomorrow? The recital is ruined.” I was sick of this. I just decided to walk away down the stairs. Until Mari blocked my way. “Sunny! I am not done talking to you!” Out of blind rage, I pushed her down the stairs. Her body tumbled and hit the broken violin.

I hurriedly ran down the stair to take a closer look at my sister. I sat down next to her, she wasn't moving and her eyes were closed. “Mari? Please wake up.” I said desperately. I shook her body. She wasn't waking up. I kept convincing myself that she was just asleep, she'll wake up soon. “Please Mari, wake up!” I shook her again, harder this time. She still wasn't moving. Or breathing. “I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!” I started crying and everything was really blurry. I grabbed her hand and dragged her up the stairs, she was surprisingly light. I went to our room and placed Mari on her bed. What am I going to do now? What will they think of me when they see this? She's not actually dead, is she? She can't be dead. I sat next to the bed and broke down in tears.

“Sunny.”
“Sunny, I have an idea. Don't worry, Everything will be okay.”

A familiar voice was was heard. I couldn't comprehend who it was, but I knew the voice.

“Just follow my lead. Everything will be okay.”

The voice sounded at the edge of breaking down into tears, but still calm. It whispered to me an idea, “It's the only way out.” it said after. I grabbed Mari's body and dragged it downstairs, following the lead of the voice. I could hear the sliding of a familiar door. “Just walk.” It said. While still dragging Mari's body, I kept walking and heard the crunching sound of grass. Grass, am I outside? Am I in the backyard? No. None of this is real. This is just a dream. Just a dream. I laid down Mari's body under the large tree. Near that was a jump rope. I looked up at the leaves, assuring myself, that if keep my eyes on the branches and leaves, everything will be okay. I continued to hear the grass crunching and more shuffling. I kept looking up at the leaves. Everything will be okay. After a while, I stood up. And then a cold hand clutches mine. I tried to let go, but it wouldn't. It was Basil. The voice. His face was wet from all the tears. This wasn't a dream. This is real.

I looked at the tree to see Mari's body, swaying in the wind. Why am I so relieved? Why do I finally feel at peace now? As me and Basil stepped back into the house, I looked back at Mari, along with Basil. His eyes were wide open, terrified. Her eye met mine. Why did I look back? I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have…

Here are my 3 assumptions about the people based on their basic facts:
1. Prince Felix has many horses. Taken from the fact that he enjoys horse riding and is royalty.
2. Twi is also very good at hiding, taken from the fact that she is short.
3. Re is also skilled at sneak attacks, taken from the fact that she can move without being noticed and is skilled in hand-to-hand combat.

“Has anyone ever told you you're not human?”
“…What?” Sydney asked. “W-who said that?” She asked again. She was just alone in her room, sitting on her bed when suddenly she heard that question. “What do you mean?” She stood up and asked again, hoping for an answer. “You're not human. Wasn't I clear enough?” Sydney stood silent for a second. “It's nothing, I'm just imagining things. Just ignore it.” She mumbled under her breath as she covered her ears.
“Don't pretend you can't hear me!!” The voice yelled. Sydney screamed, it sounded like someone was actually yelling right into her ear. “Who are you!?” she yelled back. “You won't let me explain, just listen.” The voice replied. “F-Fine.” Sydney agreed, sitting down in her bed, ready to listen whatever the little voice had to say.

The little boy sat and cried in front of his house, while looking at the small heart pendant in his left hand. There was a family photo inside the pendant, 3 people standing. A man and a woman that looks like could be the parents and the boy. The parent's faces are obscured by tears, almost unrecognizable. His parents were climbing up a mountain that was visible in front of their house, and the boy was scared to be left alone so his parents left him a walkie talkie so they could communicate even when they are far way. About 3 hours in their mountain climbing trip, the parents started to shout and panic. The boy had no idea what was happening, and soon there was nothing but static heard from the walkie talkie. He had lost his parents. And they are not coming back ever again. In blind rage, the boy took the closest thing he saw, which was the house lock, and threw it away. Why did his parents ever decided to climb a stupid mountain anyway? They were well aware of the risks, and they just left him. He has no one now. What is he going to do? He's just a kid.

Before we start, I just want to say that I am not a expert at this critic thing, so apologies if I make any mistake.

First of all, I love the hook! I always love it when people start their stories with someone reading/writing a letter. The main character is very well written also, as a person who used to live in the past. For the plot, I love the pacing and the slight comedy it has, really cool. For improvements, I don't think it needs any, but PLEASE take this with a grain of salt as I have stated before, I am a beginner. I think your story is amazing. Keep it up!

After following the long winding path for hours, you stop to take a break. This part of the path looks different from the rest. Instead of so many trees and random plants that you weren't sure if they were safe to eat or not, this place looked like a meadow with many bushes with berries that you know are good and butterflies hover near flowers and fly around. You walk over to one of them to take a closer look and it flies over and lands on your finger. You gasp and watch as their wings create words in the air to read. It looks like a swc daily.


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After what seems like a rather short time of walking through the bright, sunny, beautiful path, you stop at a lake. You walk over to the lake and peer inside and notice 4 different schools of fish. the fish seem to be minding their own business, but you notice that at the edge of the lake there are 4 pictures, one of each fish with the words “choose your fish wisely” You stare at the lake again and notice that each school circle around a water lily. You carefully select one fish and the school of fish jump out of the water and back in, and the water lily floats to shore and you pick it up gently and inside is a long scroll with the words 'Weekly #-

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After what seems like a long time of wandering through a path of ever changing landscape you stop where the road seems to split of in many directions, and hoping that you choose the right one, you decide to head on the left-most path. You end up in a small graveyard. You walk over to a gravestone and read the engraving.
Word war #
CherryMango17 vs XXX
Winner: TBD
Every gravestone has the same engraving, not that there are that many. There couldn't have been more than 8 or 9.
“These must have been word wars that Cherrymango17 had with others…” You murmur under your breath.

Word war 1
CherryMango17 vs XXX
Winner: TBD

When you go towards the path for Cabin wars, the path is blocked by a large tree and a small piece of paper was placed on the ground. Curious, you pick it up and read
Return later pls
You shrug and sit down, you can wait for a long time…

Dailies

Weeklies

elliott's dailies & weeklies

hey, i'm hazel!! this is my swc july 2023 megapost. criticisms are appreciated <33

word count: 3528/8500

Dailies

07.01 i think i would be a be a chocolate cherry ice cream with *two* scoops to describe my average height and a waffle cone because i'm just cool like that. of course a maraschino cherry on top to demonstrate my absolute awesomeness. i would be chocolate cherry because it's one of those classic but classy flavours. also, the sweetness of the chocolate compliments the tartness of the cherry, which represents my *biting* sarcasm. *hair flip* you all wish you were me. (81 words)

07.02 (words: writing, mango, beach, delicious, prompt) Harland sat down on the beach with her delicious mango sandwich and a writing journal. The beach was the best place to write, because whenever you lost inspiration, you can simply watch the people around you. Harland cast her gaze around the shore for a suitable prompt. A kid ran into the waves and was immediately dragged under, saved only by his older sister. Perfect. Harland took a bite of her mango sandwich and started writing. A few hours later, the small kid named Adrian and had drowned after being shoved underwater by his malicious sister who was his only caregiver that way she could claim the life insurance. In the story, of course. Now that it was getting loser to nighttime, Harland picked up her journal and the wrapper of her mango sandwich and walked up to the boardwalk. The summer fair would be starting in about 15 minutes, and what ambience is better to write a story to than screaming people? Screams of laughter, of course. Why would you think it was anything else? Finding a new spot outside the fair with its neon lights, her pen hit the page in a flurry of movement. Another prompt would have to be provided now that Adrian had died. She watched as a girl was guilt tripped into going on a ride. So then, Harland mused, it turns out the ride is hijacked and the girl and her friends all die. She could've still been alive if she ignored her friends and walked out. Harland was awakened from her stupor by the girl and her friends walking off the ride. “Yeah,” the girl says. “I guess it was pretty fun.” Harland sighed. Real life is so much more disappointing. She sighed again as she remembered she had eaten her mango sandwich earlier that day. It brought new meaning to the word disappointing. Harland pocketed her journal and walked away. (319 words)

07.05
Come one, come all, to experience the brand new wall smoothie! It sounds unappetizing at first and tastes even more horrid, but have you ever wanted to taste drywall? Well folks, I can't show you a better way to satiate your curiosities and wall cravings for the weirder ones among us. Side effects may include being wide, tall, flat (well, flatter than some of us already are), and/or any other wall related characteristics. But wait! Before you turn away, shaking your head in disappointment as your hopes of being a wall are crushed, stay a while. There are also many pros of becoming a wall. First of all, you won't have to eat or drink anything again! The taste of the wall smoothie will be in your mouth (?) until you crumble to bits. Scrumptious, am I right? You also have the benefits of being any color you want - wait. Scratch that. You also have the benefit of being any color any random person wants you to be for the rest of your long life! You also live a mundane life - you stay still 24/7 unless someone else moves you. You'll never have to worry about exercising ever again! (200 words)

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weekly 1.1

i picked this image: The boy had one job - clear the forest. More specifically, clear it of darkness. It was common knowledge - dark = bad and light = good, so who wouldn't want good? He had been warned of guardian spirits. Though he didn't believe in such superstition, he was cautious anyway. Isn't that how most characters die in books? He marked his trail like Hansel and Gretel, nothing but a ball of light in his hand. Once he reached the heart of the woods, he could set the sphere down and flood the forest with fresh, glorious light. Besides the supposed guardian spirits, there weren't any animals in here. Without light, it was hard to survive. The boy saw tiny specks of light on the ground and assumed they were bioluminescent spores. His guess was close. Soon, he reached the heart of the forest and saw a giant fish spirit, guarding the spot where he was supposed to place the light. Littered on the ground were the skeletons of various light sources near the spot - close but never close enough. The fish's voice reverberated around the circle of trees. “I know who you are and why you are here.” The boy waited. He knew that spirits always had a point to what they were saying, and they did not like to be interrupted. “I cannot let you past. However, many have come before you. What makes you think you are different?” The boy stopped to think. “Others? The council told me I was the first.” “Your council lied. What do you think are these lanterns and lights are?” The fish gestured to the “spores” on the ground. “I-I thought those were mushrooms.” The fish chuckled humorlessly. “Those are the spirits of the dead who came before you.” Rather than being shocked by this information, the boy looked at the fish sadly. “So you live in a graveyard?” The accompanying sigh filled the hollow. “I suppose.” “Why not let me stay with you?” (327 words)

weekly 1.2

Sam was scared. The first meal with the family was usually the officiality, and she had never met Althea's dad. She slipped on her sandals, checked her lip gloss, and walked across the road to Althea's house. According to Althea, the dinner was more like a party. The extended family was coming as well. Luckily for Sam, this mean that she probably wouldn't be the center of attention. Not to mention the meal itself. Althea was Filipino, and they had amazing food. Not that Sam had ever tried it, but she had seen it. But as she opened the door up to the dining room, it was empty. Sam panicked and checked her watch. She wasn't early or late - she was right on time. She turned around and walked outside and waited for about 10 minutes. Someone pulled up to the house, and Sam didn't care who it was - Althea said she would be late, but she didn't know how late. It appeared to be Althea's aunt. “Oh, you must be Sam.” She looked like the aunt that Sam had always wanted. “I'm early!” she exclaimed as she walked inside. Early? You're 10 minutes late! Slowly, other people showed up, slowly trickling in. Althea eventually came a half hour late. “I'm so sorry,” she whispered. “I forgot to tell you that everyone comes late. It's a thing.” All the women except for Sam (including Althea) migrated to the kitchen. The sounds of laughter and cooking came in. Same felt awkward sitting in a room full of men speaking a language she didn't understand, so she went to the kitchen. She learned that a room full of women speaking a language she didn't understand wasn't much better, but they noticed her and considerately switched to English. Sam helped out with the food - probably not much, but the women made her feel like she did - and then sat down to eat with everyone. Althea grabbed Sam's plate. “Trust me.” Sam watched as she shuffled into the line. A couple minutes later, she returned with the most delicious smelling food Sam had ever seen. Sam bit into one of the crunchy rolls Althea called lumpia and promptly ascended to heaven. She hadn't been paying much attention to how they were made, but whatever it was must've been magic. She nudged Althea. “Where do I get more of these?” Althea laughed. “I can show you later, but first finish this.” After the meal, Sam felt like it put her Midwestern roots to shame. Althea pressed a box of leftover lumpia into Sam's arms. “Really?” Althea beamed. “I know you like it, and I would have to take it if no one else did.” Sam hugged her and walked home, her heart more buoyant than it had been in a long time. (467 words)

weekly 1.3

Lucy sighed and stretched a hand out. It was time to go back to Narnia. She pushed aside coats and whatnot from the inside of the wardrobe until she reached a very familiar door. She thrust it open and stepped inside. Lucy didn't bother to tell her siblings where she'd gone - they would insist to come with her and she felt she had to do this alone. Mr. Tumnus was still there, but as he waved at her, she shook her head and mouthed “not right now”. As she walked to the lamppost, she reached in her bag and pulled out a giant axe. It was almost comical the size of it compared to her. Mr. Tumnus looked very, very sad. He knew this would happen. He also knew there was nothing he could do to stop her, so he watched as she hit the lamppost again and again with the axe, a single tear rolling down his face. The lamppost was like a bridge of sorts - the world of men, and the world of Narnia. Finding yourself caught between was a very dangerous place to be, and Lucy decided to destroy the bridge. After Lucy finished, she didn't feel better, but she didn't feel worse like she expected. Life hadn't gotten better after she discovered Narnia - it had only gotten worse. The broken lamppost was a reminder to Lucy, should she ever feel tempted to return to the magical place. When she saw the lamppost for the first time, she thought it was a marker of change to come. Now, every time she sees it, it will be a constant reminder how change isn't always good. A few days later, Edmund came to breakfast with a frown on his face. “The lamppost is broken.” “What?” Lucy sounded confused, even to herself. Maybe she was still trying to process it. “In Narnia. The lamppost by Mr. Tumnus is chopped down - looks to be like by an axe.” “That's odd.” Susan furrowed her brow. “Is it the White Witch? Seems like an awfully low thing to do - destroy the thing we thought represented change.” Lucy suddenly felt horribly guilty, but her pride wouldn't let her confess. Instead, hating herself, she just nodded along to what Susan was saying. Of course, Edmund knew - she could tell by the way he was looking at her. But she avoided his gaze and thankfully, he didn't question her. Maybe the White Witch could help me, thought Lucy. That was probably the wrong train of thought to be going down, but at this point she didn't much care. (432 words)

weekly 1.4

The boy walked into the forest. Everywhere he looked, there was either light or darkness - nowhere in between. Sometimes, he wondered what it would be like with all of the darkness gone and simply light everywhere. That was supposed to be good, right? He shook off the weird feeling that had settled around him like a heavy mist and hurried on ahead. That was when he realized it wasn't him. There was a heavy mist surrounding him. Though it wasn't the mist that bothered him, it was still terrifying to think of what monstrous things could hide there. He'd been told what to expect - anything that comes from darkness is darkness, and darkness is dangerous. Your light is the only thing that keeps you alive, but once you lock it into place, everything will be fine. All the darkness will be gone and you will be safe. Safe was a word the boy wasn't acquainted with. His whole life the village had been on the brink of darkness - the only light for miles around. The only thing that kept them safe were the spheres of luminescence gifted to them by the gods. If the gods could give them that, could they not also give them the gift of the darkness vanquished? Perhaps that was too much to ask, but the boy was told the gods were all-powerful. The truth wasn't supposed to contradict itself, but the boy didn't know which was true. It didn't matter - he was the first light in, so even if he failed at least he would be an example to the others. But as he proceeded through the mist, he noticed specks of light. Was he the first? He wasn't sure anymore. The giant fish floated in, and the boy wasn't remotely frightened. He felt as serene as the fish appeared to be, calmly floating in the air. The sphere of light the boy had in his hand was mirrored by the fish's eyes. Wasn't the fish - no, this whole forest - proof that light and dark could co-exist? The fish seemed to have it just fine. The boy, in a split second, reconsidered his morals and everything he had been told that was true. He now knew what was truth and what was not - what was evil and what was not. As the fish drew nearer and nearer, the boy's mind was made up. He sighed peacefully as the fish swallowed him whole. (407 words)

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Word Wars

filler for word wars

Writing Competition

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Other Writing

random intro thing: Hey everyone! My name's Hazel. I go by she/her pronouns, and my time zone is EST. My favorite color is a dark coffee brown, but my second favorite is a light green. NOT pastel. Learn the difference. One of my hobbies that YOU didn't know is that I like to write. Crazy, I know. I also love to read (I'm trying to read 90 books this year!) and I *can* draw but I'm not good. Even though no one asked, here's a random list of different things I absolutely love. 1. Black tea (specifically English Breakfast). It smells so good too! I like to make milk tea with it. 2. Rainy days. I like the smell of rain and also the sound - it's so relaxing! (Tons of lightning kind of ruins the vibe though.) 3. Taylor Swift. Must more be said? My favorite books are It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover, the Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo, The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, and The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab. Now on to the part that isn't just me spitting useless information at you. I started SWC a couple years ago I think? I was not very good at it then and not much has changed now. I think that to be a writer you have to be a reader first. So, of course, I did the natural thing and started reading. I think this has helped me so much because sometimes if I'm lost in a story, I can pull little bits and pieces from other books to make mine. One thing I loved about reading was that I can enter different worlds and I don't even realize it. I would blink and realize that I had visualized an entire world. When I write, it's like I can make my own world for me and others to get lost in - except it can be exactly how I want it to be. Essentially, my writing is everything that I want to see in a book - in a book. (Readers, we need to make a petition for water-proof books >:0) I'm looking forward to having a great session in Lit-fi and can't wait to meet you all!! (374 words)

cabin wars:
challenge: Write a story where you meet your favorite character, must be at least 300 words.
Jesper Fahey

You walk down the street, the heavy scent of mildew and saltwater hanging in the air. Even if you could afford them, no matter how many showers you took, you could never shake the scent of Ketterdam off of you. It stuck to everyone like the unpleasant feeling of seaweed wrapping around one's ankle. You don't care, though. You have an appointment to make. You quietly ease through the door of a crowded bar. Drunken laughter fills the air. You grab the drink from the bartender and try to look like you belong. If you don't, you might get jumped as soon as you walk out the door - or even before. You notice some of the burly men eying you and take that as your cue to leave. You brace yourself before opening the door, cringing against the wind that whistles through. You set off towards the Crow Club - you have some money you'd like to use to gamble your worries away. You spot some Kaelish tourists on the other side and sit down at the table.

A little ways through, you've burned through almost all of your money. You sense defeat in the air and fold. Abruptly, a tall Zemeni sat down at the table. “Let's go,” he says, grinning. “But we've only just finished!” the Kaelish tourists protest. “Nothing like the second game, eh?” The Zemeni promptly sets himself up as the dealer. You feel an unsettling sensation. You feel like the whole game is dependent on this one person - and whether you win or lose is up to him. Saints, you think, please be merciful today.

You won. But you know that Sankta Marya of the Rock could only have so much. You know that the Zemeni (who introduced himself as Jesper) had controlled the deck. It was the kind of skill that came with long practises - and a long period of losses. It didn't matter. You lean over to Jesper and slide a thick stack of money over. “This is yours.” You can be mysterious too. You wink at him and stride out the door before you can be coerced into spending money you don't have. (360 words)

short horror story
I get scared at looking at my watch sometimes. The numbers 911 pop up, and it takes me right back. My mom cringing away from me with the revolver in my hand, my sister hiding underneath the cabinet trying to punch the numbers in before I found her. I found her anyway, but hearing 911 makes me think of how close it could have been. I could have been caught. They could have been alive. I shudder at the thought. It was nothing about what they did, but what I had to do. I had grown restless, but not in a bored kind of way. Think of it as bloodlust. And seeing as no one else would do the job, I had to do it. My dad nearly escaped, and 911 almost picked up. But they didn't, and lucky for me too. I get scared looking at my watch sometimes. (150 words)

You're being held captive. Abigor stares at you menacingly, a twinkle of manipulation in the corner of his eye. “I want you to make the weapons you made for him. To the tee. If you refuse, you will die. Are we clear?” No mincing words, this Abigor, you think to yourself. “Crystal,” you say, smiling sweetly. You wink at him. A bit of flirtatiousness never hurt anyone, did it? He smirks at you. Great. You've had your fun, but you didn't want anyone catching feelings. That's a problem for future you. The problem right now is to make guns. Well, that's fine. People have mistaken painted nerf guns for real guns, and no matter how hot Abigor is, you won't betray your side. You're considering it now, but that's also a problem for future you. Right now, you have some confetti guns to make.
Once you're finished, you signal the guards outside the door. You had had them sent out so they didn't “disturb your work”. The guards accompany you to Abigor, who had instructed you to take the guns to him as soon as they were finished. You place them in his hands, and he inspects them. “Hmm, fine craftmanship. I see the effort you put into this. Great job.” You stifle your laugh and nod respectfully. All your feelings for Abigor have vanished now that you know he's as stupid as he is tall. You hear a battering ram hitting at the front gate and know that your side is back. Right on cue. Abigor stands up. “No time to test these out like the present, eh?” He's in a very good mood, confident with the heavy wait of the “gun” in his hand. As the battering ram breaks through the door and your friends appear, he shoots the gun. No one batted an eyelash as a nerf bullet shot out and hovered in mid air, before exploding into confetti and rubber ducks. “Ceelllleebrate good times, come on…” Eventually the nerf bullet squeaks to a stop as Abigor takes the few seconds to process what's going on. You wink at him again. “I knew you weren't going to be able to tell.” You hop on the battering ram that converts into a tank - another one of your machines and ride out. Minimal damage is your aim, but sometimes things get in the way. Namely 6 foot tall things named Abigor. It's too bad. (405 words)

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story for @KidWithABushForHair
Bobby's mom raised her voice. Words wandered through Bobby's brain - disgrace to the family, abhorrent representation of demonspawn, ‘it’s not that hard'… Bobby had failed to transform into his demon form again. The highest end of the spectrum was 14 - past that, are you sure you're a demon? He was contemplating looking for adoption papers. Truth be told, he wanted to get his demon form as much as his parents did - but whenever he tried to tell them, he just wasn't trying hard enough, so he didn't really want it. Both his parents had gotten it at 12 - the average age. At 16, Bobby was looking at some really hopeless prospects. He looked back up at his mom and realized that this was the point where he should start nodding. “Good. I hope NEXT time, you'll actually try.” The rest of the day passed uneventfully until he walked back from school. His route took him along the dock until, without a sound, a tentacle reached out and pulled him in the water. It blended right in with the sounds of the waves, and no one even looked up. Bobby struggled to escape, bubbles streaming from his mouth. This kraken didn't intend to kill him, though; it just wanted to steal everything he had. Unbeknownst to Bobby, human valuables were sold at very high prices on the underwater black market. A tentacle slipped into Bobby's hoodie pocket and pulled out a small wooden box. The kraken peered inside. “Ooh! What's this?” Bobby failed to grab it back. “Well, don't mind if I do!” The kraken tucked it in the spiral of another tentacle. As Bobby reached for the box again, he realized that his hand was no longer a hand. It was a massive claw. His brain registered this as normal, and he slashed the kraken's tentacle off of him. All of Bobby's thoughts were gone in a blind rage as he slashed at the kraken, doing whatever he could to get that box back. As soon as the box touched his ha-claws, he gave a massive sigh of relief and swam up to the surface. Only then did he realize his demonic appearance. His skin was blue and he had a massive tail. In the reflection of the water, Bobby could see horns. The people on the shore cheered - demons weren't a rare appearance, but it WAS a rare appearance to see the moment a demon child got their form. Bobby took in his surroundings (and his shredded clothes) until he realized why he had become the way he was. The box. Bobby opened it up and sighed with relief - the contents were still there. Not a drop of water had gotten inside the box. Bobby wondered if his parents would finally be proud of him.(466 words)

You rub the sleep out of your eyes and stumble down the stairs for breakfast. You are a stereotypical teenager. You get slightly below average grades, 2 hours of sleep, and a big group of friends of which you are a small part. You check your phone - no notifications, as usual, and go about the normal routine. You walk to the bus stop, a small crowd already there. Someone taps you on the shoulder. “What.” You spit the words out as though they hurt you to say it. You're tired, and everyone knows not to bother each other at the bus stop. If another new kid asks you to show them around just because you're the most approachable of the lot, you're going to thro- “You're my favorite book character,” the person whispers. You turn around. “We have a group for people like you, and I'm not part of it. Go talk to Melissa.” The person is an average height person, dark brown curly hair hanging around her shoulders. She looks at Melissa. Melissa huddles over a book, only looking up to growl at people. “That's… not what I meant. I really like to read books, and you're my favorite character. I know how the story ends, and I want to change it.” You decide to humor her. “What role do I play in this book of yours?” She sighs. “Side character.” Of course. What did you expect? You're a side character in everything, of course you would be a side character in this book too. “Fine. What happens?” “Ok. I'm only allowed to save one person, so I picked you. There's going to be a gas leak at the school today, and you and two of your friends die. I'm not allowed to tell you who. The only way you survive is if you don't go to school today.” The bus rolls around the corner. “That's fine.” You shrug. “I don't like my friends much anyway.” Even if she is crazy, skipping one day of school just in case wouldn't do any harm. You'll tell your parents you got a headache at the bus stop. “That's it?” She looks astonished. “Great! Well, um, I'm Auburn.” Woah. Everything clicks into place now. “Auburn? Auburn Fieldern?” “Yes?” Oh my gosh. Auburn Fieldern is from the book Forge of Hades. Otherwise known as your favorite book character. You don't even notice that the bus has driven away, leaving the two of you standing there. “Well…” you say carefully, “you're my favorite book character too.” Auburn claps a hand to her mouth. “How does my story end?” You think about that for a second. “I don't think I should tell you, but it ends well,” you add hurriedly as she opens her mouth to argue. “If I told you, I think that it would ruin it for you.” There's also the issue of where she's at in her story, but you don't feel like getting into the nuances of this right now. You talk for a bit, but she eventually says her time has run out and she has to go back. “That's fine…” She waves and leaves. You have the odd feeling that an old friend has vanished forever. You go back home and read your-her book. Your mom calls you in a rush. “There was a gas leak! Nastasia and Cristiana died.” You sigh. They called you by your dead name anyways. Besides, do you really need friends once you know there's a possibility at meeting Auburn again? (587 words)

“Come on - you take the wheel!” Linn screamed hysterically as she was hanging out the window. I grabbed the wheel. Unfortunately, I had never learned how to drive. I turned the wheel frantically, feeling like I was playing Subway Surfers as I wheeled the car left and right, trying to avoid the people that stood there, frozen in their fear. I saw the shadow of the tank grow larger in front of me, and I felt my hands start to shake. “Linn! You need to take the wheel back! I don't know how to drive!” “WHAT?” she screamed. “You're just going to have to try.” I sighed and pressed harder on the gas. I didn't know how I was supposed to go faster, considering the tank was steadily gaining on us. Maybe I could just stall for time. I pressed a bunch of buttons frantically - I knew what some of them could do, but maybe there was a secret button to go faster. Classic rock played in the (168 words)

Everyone in the town hung up the dreamcatchers. They were on every wall, and no matter the design, they had the same purpose - to catch what comes out in the night. Of course, no one knows if they work or not, but who in their right mind would risk it? Whispers plague the public in the grocery store, the bus stop, the post office… “Ameyalli was a skeptic. Now her second-born son's cousin's grandfather's niece's kid got a cold yesterday. This is why my dreamcatcher's never leaving the wall.” Realistic stories like these kept normal people wary. Most people didn't believe in dreamcatchers anyways, but the coincidences (with people like Ameyalli) were too true to be ignored. But one day a year, everyone had to empty them. Only a few people could see what happens then, but from what they say, it would be better if no one could. Spirit-like beings rush forward from the willow hoops and fill the air, a dark, heavy cloud. Even though most people can't see them, they can feel it. They say it's like humidity, but cold - and dark. Whatever that means. Hi, my name is Ameyalli. My second-born son's cousin's grandfather's niece's kid got a cold yesterday, and I know that the dreamcatcher I threw away last summer is the reason why. (219 words)

vampire short story:
Hailey sighed. She'd miscalculated blood loss yet again. Why couldn't she do anything right? Now she'd have to hide the body, lead the police to it… altogether a very exhausting process. She needed to learn how to only drink enough so it's not too noticeable, but she hadn't mastered it yet. After all, it was her first year. She'd had so many boyfriends it was hard to count. Time to go on Tinder again, she supposed. Hailey sighed again. Being a vampire was so tiring.

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