Daily 5:
Illu-fi:
Illuu-fi
Illuu-fi-i
You’re preeetty okay
Even though your noooot quite as great
As Aaaction
Your still pretty great
Eeeven though
Your the inferior spider cabiiiiiiin
Illuu-fi
Illuufi-i
You’ve got lots of spider-people
Whom are very cool
And your PFPs
Are amaaaaaaazing
And wow!
Your thumbnail rocks!
And your plot is very cool
Illuu-fi
Illuu-fi-i
You’re pretty great
And your all such cool super-heros
Hopefully a villain doesn’t beat you
Good luck with that collider
Finding all those pieces sounds very hard
So good luck with all that, Illu-fi
Illuu-fi
Illuu-fi-i
You’re pretty great
Although not quite as great as Action
Good luck find those pieces
And fixing that collider
And fighting all those villains
And all that other stuff
Maybe you’ll even get fourth plaaaacee
Illuu-fi
Illuufi-i
You are very cool
So I hope you do not mind much
When I completely and totally war YOUUUUUU ALL
at cabin wars

150 words

Dystopian:
Heyyy Dystopian
Wow, y’all are Dystopian!
And apparently you’re stuck in a hospital?
Really sorry ‘bout that.
Well, hopefully you get out of there
Some day
And you live
In Perfaith City
Wow, Perfaith City!
I dunno how that is
Heyyy Dystopian
Wow, your Dystopian
How’s your government?
Still stuck in that hospital?
That’s not great…
So how’s that hospital?
Being stuck a hospital?
I bet that’s not a fun time.
So Dystopian,
How’s your government?
You need help getting out that hospital?
That sounds like a crazy time
Wow, Dystopian
Y’all are Dystopian
Maybe y’all need a new government?
Want help getting out of that hospital?
Maybe I could help
Hey Dystopian
Wow, y’all really are Dystopian
I think you need a new government
Maybe I could be president?
Or queen, or king, or empress
And I could help you get out of that hospital
Maybe, if you want some help.
Y’all are Dystopian

155 words

(This one is a little dark, just so you know :') )
Thriller:
Oh hey!
It’s Thriller Games!
I like games!
Fighting to the death isn’t my personal favorite game
But maybe it’s yours?
No?
Well okay
Enjoying your games, Thriller?
I hope so, Thriller
Since it’s your name.
Thriller games
That’s your name
Thriller games
Oh hey!
It’s Thriller Games!
Try not to die!
Are you having fun in the Arena?
Hopefully you finish your tasks
And don’t die!
Enjoying the games, Thriller?
I hope you are
Since it’s your name
Thriller games
What kind of games?
Death games!
That’s not my favorite kind of game
Oh hey!
It’s Thriller games!
Finish your tasks
Find the imposter
And survive
Or don’t
Enjoying the games
Hopefully
It’s your name
Thriller games
Wow, it’s in your name
Thriller games
Oh hey
It’s Thriller games
Try not to die
Survive
Win the games
Find the imposter
Or don’t
Oh hey!!
It’s Thriller Games!
Win the games!
Survive!
Don’t die!
How fun.

156 words

Weekly 1
2444 words

Part 1

I swung my legs over the side of the stone wall, the sharp edges cutting into my legs. For a moment I just sat there, soaking in the amber sunlight that filtered through the clouds, lighting up the city below in a gentle golden glow. A smile danced across my lips as I gazed at the twinkling lights, the buzz of people bustling through the streets, even at this late hour, tourists or locals, filling up bags and baskets with all sorts of things.

Our market was one of the most famed in the Ruby Islands, named after the colours of our water, a deep rich red, caused by the iron in our waters. It sparkled like a jewel in the setting sun, people lining the beaches with their glimmering white sands.
The market was full of stalls, stretching for miles and making up about three quarters of our city. Some stalls had even eventually turned into houses, the owners building around them, brick by brick, stone by stone. The most common thing they sold was food. There were all kinds, people from the Sapphire and Emerald Islands bringing along some of their produce to sell at our market, even some from Amethyst, an isolated island hundreds of miles from here. We were famous for our signature food, cardasens, which were soft pillowy buns filled with a paste of cardas, a type of fruit only found in our mangroves, and usually drizzled with a lemon and siratas, a type of nut also only found in our mangroves. They were also known as mangrove buns.
We also sold lots of fruit and vegetables from all around the islands, my personal favourite being atlasstis, a fruit similar to a banana but a lot more sour and hard. There were some stalls selling meats, the carcasses hanging from rusty chains, flies buzzing around them. Some stalls sold delicious buttery pastries and intricately iced cakes, some selling different ornaments and knitted items. I loved the Cratatian stalls, which were based on the Island’s religion, Crata. They sold little ornaments of the different people we believed our gods had inhabited and statutes of the gods themselves. I had all of mine lined up in my room, displaying proudly on my windowsill. We prayed to them every morning, the whole city staying quiet for twenty minutes, and at the end of that twenty minutes the bells would gong and we would start singing our prayers and chanting in our native language, Malitui.

Another thing I loved about our city were the mangrove houses, which were scattered in between the branches of the mangroves, on platforms just above the water. There lived most of our fishing community and I just loved their houses, which were always strung with glittering fairy lights. I myself lived in one of the underground homes, which were where the poorer people lived. However, in our little dugouts, we had created some beautiful homes, enhancing them with skylights and saving up for materials to build proper safe walls and ceilings. Mine was one of the biggest, with my bedroom between a group of fiercely pointed stalagmites. We had also built a stunning community and we met up every solstice, and we would sing and praise the gods for helping us safely through another season.
Another thing I loved, which I know you wouldn’t find anywhere else in the world from researching tirelessly in school about all the other countries who didn’t even realise we existed was the music. It seemed so normal to me, but after listening to tapes of music from the other countries, I realised how lucky we were. My favourite instrument was the tocmai, which was made out of mangrove wood and shaped like a bunch of tubes stuck together with some keys on the tubes and some foot pedals which attached to strings like on a violin from the other countries. The mangrove wood was particularly special, as it was found nowhere else and created a rich deep sound that resonated deeply within me. We also had a lot of rock bands, like the rest of the world, who performed daily in the city square to huge crowds filled with screaming fans.
Our whole city was settled right on the edge of a beach next to the mangroves and the outskirts were nestled between the mountains.

And as I sat on the stone wall, my legs swinging rhythmically, I finally understood what a magical place I was in and how lucky I was to be here.

Part 2

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Part 3

My eyes fluttered open, sunlight streaming in through the skylight, casting warm golden light across my face. I glanced at the time. My heart dropped. 7:47. I immediately pulled off my covers, a shiver running through me. I had school today, so I had to be quick. I had 3 minutes until class started.
I scrambled down the stairs, my feet pounding on the cold stone. I quickly stopped at the bathroom sink and splashed some water on my face. It would have to do. I didn’t have time to properly wash. I’d do it after class. I skidded into the kitchen and snatched an apple off the table before promptly turning and racing back up to my room.
“Fia! Fia!” My mum called after me, her voice laced with irritation. Her words slowly faded as I slammed the door of my bedroom and pulled on my school uniform over my pyjamas. I didn’t see why we had to wear it when we did school at home.

Unlike the other islands, Ruby Island had advanced technology, complicated systems tying together our lives. Technology was what we lived off. We all had built in hearing aids (don’t ask me why) and by the time we had reached the age of 15 we were permitted to wear ‘tech eyes.’ I was only 14, and they didn’t tell us what exactly these were, and the people I knew who did have them had signed a contract not to tell us, probably so we didn’t get scared. My older brother came out from the hospital looking pretty shaken and stayed holed up in his room for months after getting his new eyes. They were pretty cool though. He had metal eyelids and even inside eyelids for extra protection. His eyeballs were protected with a clear glassy sheen.

“Activate.”
My voice was monotone and tired. The screen lit up.
“Welcome Back, Fia.”
I rolled my eyes. It immediately switched to class as I took my seat in front of my desk. My teacher’s face appeared in front of me.
“Hello, Fia.”
“Morning, Mr Robutt.”
He frowned, his shiny metal lips curving downwards. “What did you just say?”
I stifled a laugh. Robots couldn’t understand humour. Or anything human for that matter.
“I said, ‘Morning, Mr Tenson.”
He nodded curtly and pressed a button on his thigh. An algebra equation flashed up on the screen. Easy. Robots underestimated the human brain.

When I gave him the correct answer, he opened his mouth in ‘shock.’
“Wow, Fia. Great job.” He told me, his voice grating and jarring.
All of a sudden, anger bubbled up inside me. Stupid robot. Stupid school. If we could just leave class anytime we wanted, what was the point? It’s not like we were like the other islands, who had to do school in person.
An idea slipped into my mind. I could technically leave and just blame it on my computer. But nothing ever goes wrong with our tech. They’d suspect something. I shook it away. I lifted my finger towards the power button and smiled triumphantly as the screen blinked to darkness.

“Fia?”
I jumped, my heart practically jumping out of my throat. My mum was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed. I sighed inwardly.
“Yeah?” I asked tentatively.
She bit her lip. I braced myself.
“Shouldn’t you be at school?”
I opened my mouth then closed it again. My brain blanked.
“OK, then.”
She turned on her heel and walked out.
“Wait. You’re just leaving?”I exclaimed in shock.
I regretted the words as soon as they came out. She smirked.
“Oh, I'm just off to email your teacher.”
I clenched my fists. Never on Ruby Island had there been a single record where a student had just left the class. I would be forever hated. A stain on Ruby’s spotless record.
“But… y-you can’t!” I stuttered. “Please!”
She put her head in her hands.
“Stupid tech.” She mumbled. She looked up. “When I was a kid, I didn't have any of this. Tech had only just been introduced and it was extremely rare and unknown. Now our lives have been taken over, and you are all so dependent on it, that you can’t focus on anything else. Why can’t you just learn properly? Instead of just leaving when you feel like it.”
She paused, catching a breath. I stomped my foot against the ground in fury.
“But you can’t just tell the school! Everyone will hate me!” Horrible thoughts flooded into my mind. I waved them away desperately, trying to focus on something else.

“We’re moving islands. We’re moving to Emerald. A place with proper education and a stable community with no tech. At all.”
I was speechless. How would I live? When were we moving?
As if reading my mind, Mum said, “We’re leaving tomorrow.”

Part 4
Warning: Contains upsetting scenes and mentions of murd3r and bl00d
Sorry, this isn’t a proper story but I didn’t have any other time to do it.

I gazed out from the porthole, the rich red ocean slowly fading into a glowing emerald. Tears filled my eyes. I was leaving my home. Most of my family. My friends. My life.
Right now, I would be back on Ruby Island, the market bustling with tourists and locals just metres away, my laptop screen in front of me as I attended school, my trust Robutt watching over me. Instead, I was crammed inside a tiny boat, with nothing to do for 2 days.
I drew in a shaky breath and hauled myself to my feet and gripped the peeling door handle. I glanced up the stairs. They were blanketed in oily water, a strong odour wafting from them. I pinched my nose in disgust and hurried up.

When I arrived on deck, the clouds were an angry grey, matching my mood. Rain lashed at the sails, hammering down on us. The wind slapped the deck, a brutal chill coming with it.
“Hey!”
I looked up and saw the skipper trotting over to me.
“Lovely day, innit!” He exclaimed enthusiastically.
“Really?” I gestured at the sky.
He grinned. “Yup. Perfect for hopefully the quickest trip possible once the storm’s calmed down a bit.”
I murmured in agreement, distracted by the waves climbing higher and higher, mountains of water cascading down.
“I’ll be off then!” He announced and raced back to the steering wheel.
A lump formed in my throat. I could see a speck of light in the distance. Ruby. It was constantly lit with the golden dappled sun. Would Emerald be constantly stormy and grey? Like England?

I sat down on one of the rickety benches dejectedly. Water seeped into my clothes, but I didn't care. I had nothing to care about anymore. My lip wibbled. I fought back tears and instead stared vacantly at the vast horizon, my mind disappearing into a vortex of thoughts. How was I going to make friends? How would I deal with missing my family? How would I live without tech? How would I-
My steady stream of words was cut off by an unearthly scream, resonating from downstairs. It vibrated through the floorboards, followed by a clattering and the sound of footsteps thundering below me heading forwards.
I leapt to my feet and skidded down the stairs, my heart pulsing ferociously. What had happened? A stream of blood trickled down from through a door, swiftly changing direction every time the boat swayed. By this time, most of the crew members and passengers were gathered outside the corridor, all visibly shaken by what they had just heard. There was my mum, of course. Then there was Hale, a girl of 5 who was travelling with her mum back home (who wasn’t here right now). There was Vala, a woman in her mid-eighties, shaking in her striped dressing gown. There was James and his son Alex, who were from England, but recently decided to move here after accidentally discovering it. I genuinely had no idea how they ‘accidentally’ discovered it as they hadn’t specified at all. There was also Elo, a man of 23, dressed in a crisp suit, specks of water peppering the surface. He came from Amber, but was on a business trip. I glanced at the time. 8:56am. First of all, how was he dressed already? And secondly, why in a suit? We were on a boat for goodness sake!

I tried to push my thoughts to the back of my head; they were completely irrelevant and far too funny for such a serious situation. A crew member stepped forwards.
“Let me look.” He said in a calm voice. It had a soothing effect on me and I instantly relaxed. The crew could deal with it. And maybe it was just an injury? We were probably just overreacting.
He gripped the handles and barged into the room. A hushed silence fell over us, one filled with tense nerves. I could feel the dread coming from the crew member.
“She’s dead.” He whispered, loud enough for us all to hear. The small group stepped back as if struck. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I thrust my way forwards and into the room. The first thing I spotted was Hale’s mum, whose name I didn’t know, sprawled across the floor, her eyes glazed and a gash across her neck, oozing blood. I gagged. I sobbed. I screamed.
It was just too much for me. My scream cut through the air, as though piercing the silence, and everyone immediately started talking, the hum of chatter drowning out the unspoken words hanging in the air.
“Get Hale away!” I yelled above everyone else’s talking.
“OK!” Someone shouted back, presumably Vala. I heard a bit of stamping and a cry of ‘Where’s Mummy?’ from Hale. I shook in grief. She’d never see her mum again.
“We need to get out of here. Call the police, maybe.” I told the crew member, before finding my way back to Mum and enveloping myself in her arms before everything

anthems yippee, 496 words

fanfiction: 170 words

Fanfiction, the realm of rock,
You guys definitely don't smell like an old sock.
Nope! Way too cool for that, am I right?
With a cabin bathed in orange and red light.

Your storyline's cool, and I'm
Betting your word counting group names will turn out to be pretty fine,
I'm totally not saying this to earn your trust so I can betray you later,
I mean who would do that? They'd deserve to be tossed to a gator.

Who will be your mascot?
(I hope not the old sock)
Whoever it is, it'll be really cool
Maybe it'll be a sheep and have lots of wool
(But just in case, don't let it be a croc)

(This is the worst anthem I've ever wrote
But usually it's better, please take note)

Fanfiction, fanfiction
With other cabins they have a lot of friction
Like Illu-fi and Mystery,
Adventure and Dystopian,
They'll have to hope that in cabin wars they don't become history
Or fall from their musical utopian

the end.

fantasy: 166 words

Fantasy, in Shiz University,
Where things can get a little twisty
They've got a problem with animals
(I guess some think they shouldn't talk at all?)

From what I can, you're a magical school
Possibly with broken gravity? Hey, that's cool
Yay, Fantasy.
Go Shiz University.

Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy,
With teachers in sorcery, shizness and history
You're sure to have a very interesting story
And at the end the victors will be crowned with glory

(The end of this anthem is nowhere in sight
My writing is quickly becoming a fright
But we don't want Fantasy's day to become night
So I guess I'll just buckle down and write)

We're screaming for you
Like all good SWCers do
Because although some may hope that you fail
We're all in this together, and we will prevail

Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy,
With teachers in sorcery, shizness and history
You're sure to have a very interesting story
And at the end the victors will be crowned with glory

bye bye

journalism: 160 words

HEY, HEY, THE PRESS
DON'T GET UPSET,
WE'RE WRITING NEWS AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT,
SO COME BE IMPRESSED WITH OUR MIGHT

It's Journalism
(J-o-u-r-n-a-l-i-s-m)!
We want to win, so what do we do?
Write!

Hey, hey, the press,
Don't get upset,
We're writing news at the speed of light
So come be impressed with our might

We won't stay up all night
But we'll still get it done
Until all our articles are written
And the victory is won

Hey, hey, the press,
Don't get upset,
We're writing news at the speed of light
So come be impressed with our might

We're covered in ink,
And don't you think
That's just how it should be?
Come on, write, your pen is free!

Hey, hey, the press,
Don't get upset,
We're writing news at the speed of light
So come be impressed with our might

It's Journalism,
(J-o-u-r-n-a-l-i-s-m)!
We want to win, so what do we do?
Write!

ok bye

{Daily #5}
Write anthems for your enemies.
You're welcome guys. They're really random >

#1: Journalism (179/150 words)
We are the journalists
We report the news in time
We always know to make sure
To let our ideas brine

We are the journalists
We get everyone the news
And if you read enough of the paper
Our views will be yours, too

We are the journalists
Although sometimes we disagree
We know that the news will come through
And make us live in harmony

We are the journalists
And we will totally win.
For SWC is way too easy.
Other cabins- go in the bin.

We are the journalists
The news is what we do
We research it and write a lot
And then we tell our crew

“We are the journalists!”
Now let’s get the news to all.
For we have many things to do.
Our to-do list is very tall.

We are the journalists
And we will take over them all
From Dystopian to Hi-Fi
Each cabin will surely fall.

We are the journalists
And although we may not have chins (idk what happened here)
We are the strongest cabin.
And surely, we will win.

#2: Action (171/150 words), (to the tune of twinkle twinkle little star)
Action, action, action write.
We will win this whole big fight.
From head to toe, we are the best.
Action lacks nothing! We say to the rest.
Action, action, action write.
We will win this whole big fight.

Action, action, action write.
We know we’re the best in sight.
Even if we do not win,
We are better than Dystopian.
Action, action, action write.
We know we’re the best in sight.

Action, action, action write.
Our cabin originated as a spider bite.
Some random guy got bitten fast.
And then a movie came out last.
Action, action, action write.
Our cabin originated as a spider bite.

Action, action, action write.
This is a crazy big blue flight.
From the top of the sky.
Action will remain to fly.
Action, action, action write.
This is a crazy big blue fight.

Action, action, action win.
We are better than Fanfiction.
We will win this great big fight.
OMG WE HOPE WE’RE RIGHT.
Action, action, action win.
COME ON GUYS, WE GOT THIS, CHIN!!!


#3: Adventure (172/150 words) (to the tune of “On Top of Spaghetti”)
On top of a mountain,
All covered in snow.
That’s where Adventure lives.
And we put on a show.

On top of that mountain,
Where Adventure lives,
It’s the home of winners.
And way better than Myth.

There is lots of snow there.
And we’re kind of stuck.
But that is okay, dear.
Because we will still rock.

Adventure will win, here.
It’s easy to see.
For we are amazing.
And we’re not scared of bees.

ADVENTURE IS GREAT, YES
It’s easy to tell.
For Adventure will win, YES!
And we will never fell. (sorry!)

We are Adventure!
And not scared of you!
For we will write way more.
And steal all your shoes.

And we have great campers!
Who know all their stuff.
And will surely help us win.
And not give any fluff.

And our leaders are amazing!
With so many things.
Especially ice cream.
They are the kings and queens.

On top of a mountain.
All covered in snow.
That’s where Adventure lives.
And we put on a show.

↳ daily: march 5th - 543 words ༉‧₊
fifth time accidentally referencing Hamilton in my daily this session, help!!
this is all lighthearted banter - I DO NOT MEAN IT <3

badventure anthem - 175 words

On the top of a mountain, Adventure awaits
Ready to win, they don’t make mistakes
Equipped with some.. Fire!
To keep their burning streak

Adventure… likes arson
They’re, uh, unique (in a good way)

Adventure will come first!- That’s what they THINK
I mean, yea
Adventure will definitely win

They’re blinded by the brightness
Of the snow and the sun
But they still sit there diligently
Typing on and on

They’ll probably end up getting sunburn
Be we won’t tell them that, we’ll just watch them burn
.. maybe

whether they get muddled a bit, or whether they’re psychopaths
Adventure is cool, what rhymes with psychopaths?

Adventure… likes arson
They’re, uh, unique

Adventure will come first!- That’s what they THINK
I mean, yea
Adventure will definitely win

They think that we’re friends, oh how naive
We’re on their allies list, they’re on our enemies’

But Adventure is good! Adventure is fun!
Adventurers- they get the job done!

They’re in fourth from last
That’s fine- they’ll rise to the top,
I’m going to finish here,
Since I’m referencing Hamilton non-stop!

jerkalist anthem - 171 words

In their old-fashioned offices, the journalists write,
News articles and headlines, whatever they’d like
They’re doing well, except it’s help they need
They put a sign up on their door, trying to plead :3

It’s a busy busy place
For the messengers and such
Because the journalists are writing
They’re writing so much

They’re rising to the top
They’re oh so close
Journalists! Journalists!
They are writing SO many notes

Tables stacked high with newspapers,
Journalists are killing the trees,
I’m joking, journalists are awesome
We’ll let them do whatever they please-

They would win, could win, shoul- I’m getting ahead of myself
But go! Journalists go! You’ve got this <3
I’ve got trust in them you know

They’re rising to the top
They’re oh so close
Journalists! Journalists!
They are writing SO many notes

So at their cosy little desks and a hubbub of warmth
The ink stained faces will work towards
The top of the list and bypassing their word goals
Good luck journalists! Even though we are foes.

laction anthem - 197 words

Up in their rooms across the spiderverse,
Action is reading this anthem verse,
Which is supposed to be on how good they are and stuff
Because action needs action to rise up!

They shoot webs out of their hands just like peter Parker
They write so fast and furiously (at night time when it’s darker)
There’s never a dull moment
Never a sleepy boredom

Actions here! They will solve all of your problems!
Arachnaphobia? Solved, you’ve got to suck it up
If you’re scared of spiders then action please back it up

Hey action, stop messing with your friends on your school trips,
Start writing and planning, I know you can do this
Your teachers are secretly arachnids
That’s totally fine-

Just stop being distracted and work your mind
to write!! write!!
You’ve got SUPERPOWERS-
Well put them to the test,

Write your way to victory, show them who’s the best
(dystopian of course but relax, wait you can’t, because..!)
There’s never a dull moment
Never a sleepy boredom

Actions here! They will solve all of your problems!
Arachnaphobia? Solved, you’ve got to suck it up
If you’re scared of spiders then action please back it up

total - 543 words

that was super fun!

Discover our powers, you say, she thought. Millie looked up at the thick dense forest tops above them, covering them like a shield. Nobody would be able to see her and her class, at least, that’s what they all thought.
Millie started climbing up the tall trees. Not using the branches. By shooting her webs up and being pulled up to the top. She was surprised her webs went so far. The tree must’ve been over 100 feet.
She perched on a long branch, letting her legs swing in the wind. She took her brown hair out of her ponytail, and let it blow in the breeze. The wind was cool on her skin, refreshing her.
She looked down. Her classmates were all having fun shooting webs and figuring out how to use their “spidey-senses”. They looked like they were all having fun.
If I knew this is what it would be like, I would’ve liked to be bitten by a spider ages ago! She thought. She sighed, and closed her eyes. Picturing the years to come.

(177 words, oops)



(this is a late entry, so it probably seems out of place-)

Daily 3:

illu fi
action
fantasy

authors note: NO i am not this bad at songwriting, this is just rlly rushd. also i will make it better later.

Fantasy:
Friends

(What is this feeling fervid as a flame?)
Welcome to Shiz,
In the world of Oz,
With Kaira as Shizstress,
There's something going on!
The animals are burdened,
and so are you!
Cuz you're all -horrible- extremely… NICE

(Does it have a name)
YES!
How could we like such a -wierd- NICE cabinn??
With their strange hats and waving sticks,
(loating unadulterated LOATHING)
But we ask you guys a simple question…
Can we be -enemies- friends??
(for your face your voice your clothing)

We CERTAINLY wouldnt betray you,
and we would be the best duo everr!
All you have to do is grant us trust!
The grand keys to your doorss,
To welcome us with open arms
as we move into OZ

So we ask a simple question,
Can we be -enemies- FRIENDS?
most dearest, sci-fi

Illu - fi
let us across!

(spoken)
OoOh spiders!
That's actually quite cool,
you're triggering my arachnophobia!

(sung)
Ah there's so many of you
when we cross the spiderverse,
i despise the way your 8 legs crawl,
and the way your eyes watch!

I see the way you illustrate
your broken collider,
I see the way you try to fix
the stolen bread.

But we know you cant succeed alone,
with your hairy legs
and spider webs,
You aren't quite capable

Let us across
Your spider verse
so we can fix what’s wrong
Let us across
Your spiderverse
So we can satisfy all
Let us across
Your spiderverse
With a simple one word and 6 letters…
P-L-E-A-S-E
Please

Say pleasieee
To your dearest enemieziiieeeees
SCI-FI FOR THE WIN

Why do you hide under masks
To crawl away from your problems
Probably hiding their skibidddi faces,
Why do you name your verse
Under the legendary name of swc
Silly Willy Cane spiders!

Let us across
Your spider verse
of strange “hero’s” All bitten by radioactive spiders
Let us across
Your spider verse
Of six legged people with colourful masks
Let us across!

let us across
(across! Across!)
Let us across
(Across! Across!)
Let us across
(Across! Across!)
Your spidey verse
LET US CROSSS!!!!!!

Action:
This sunflower parody just turned out 2 be a big roast

Ay, ay, ay, ay (ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (ooh)
Ay, ay
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Needless to say we tried our best,
Someone really needs to fix this mess,
Chop of 4 legs and keep all the rest,
Dont forget to web urself a nest,

Needless to say we aint doin' this muck,
Fix your problems by yourself,
the only way you'll win this is by sheer luck,
so if i were you i'de buckle up.

ooh, ooh ooh oohh,
Someone send help to mystery,
from the illu-fi doups,
That are infestating,
so they're flying the coup,

Then you're cabin is destroyed,
In the merciless cabin wars,
You want help just beg for it,
Cuz we aint handing favors out for free
Nice try to bait us into,
You're strange spiderverse,
Sci-fi is deffo gonna win
And action we be the last.

Sending lots of anti-bug spray, Scfi-fi

Badction
Dear action,
You should add a new bug to your collection
There are too many spiders in this session
You are very cool, i agree
But you would be cooler if you gave me all your points
You see?

Spiders are cool, i think that is true
but maybe add beetles? They are cool too
Even bugs would be fine!
Add more than one! Add up to nine
So without further ado
Here is the list i have made for you

Beetles
Add one or two
They have so many different kinds!
That I dont know what to do

Bees
Bees are so kind! They are also very fluffy
Which is always nice

Ants
Listen i know it sounds strange
But if you get an ant your life will be changed!
Not for the better
But far for the worse
They bring you a curse
We will take all your points
And then you’ll be sad
But i think its rad


Fan-fi
Alana
Please stop
writing so much
I know you value your position at the top
But I am afraid of you
Twenty thousand words is far too many
Please stop, you have plenty

And muxa
Do not write one hundred thousand words this session
Please
That is too many words
Please do not do it


I cannot keep up with you
Which makes me very sad
But currently we’re winning
Which makes me very glad!
Making very bad poems is harder than it seems
I want to quit! I want to leave!
But i don't want to break my streak

So fan fi, here’s my offer:
I will give you one dollar
And i'll do all your chores
If alana is nice during cabin wars
If you send us no wars and make us a truce
I will give you twenty two gallons of fresh mango juice
And all the toes
In toe land




Journalism
Journalism is filled with scary people that you should be afraid of
They do not endorse love
they write too many words
And eat too many birds
they scare the innocent
feed on the souls of their enemies
They think they are magnificent (it rhymes trust)
Someone should make a documentary
you should run away from them
Very quickly

Luna
I am afraid of you
Nothing rhymes with luna
So this will have to do
You write too many words
Way too many words
I think you should sleep
At the same time as birds
So i can catch up
Please excuse my inability to rhyme
I am running on three minutes of sleeping time
And please type slower
I don't want to fall even lower

Journalism is very scary
I hope you understand and head my warning
Before it's too late
And they get first place
So luna please sleep in until morning

Weekly 1 || 1,726 words

this took me way too long, scratch kept implying i was using “unsuitable language” help

Part 1: Language and Culture (373 words)

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time is a true invisible string here. clocks surround us, never settling for a second, alarms going off as a constant reminder to get things done. it wasn’t always this way - before the apocalypse, we weren’t living on the edge of a cliff. the rains of time didn’t scare us as much.

now, we live in fear of the next rain. we are isolated, trapped in our homes, forced to follow the labor laws of nature. we are fortunate enough to avoid being trapped under a strict government, yet nature is more unpredictable. running to reach our jobs is difficult - the clocks do not avoid us. they never do. we live vicariously through others, the stories of those who make it to their jobs on time. we work today so that we do not have to sacrifice tomorrow.

i am lucky to live in what vastly resembles an urban area. it is different from the rural fields, in which people must shout at each other in order to get a word in. i live in an apartment of sorts, with around 20 people who are also trying to escape the hands of time. we have created job positions within this apartment to prevent us from having to leave.

there is not much socialization here. i have been living with the same people for many years - the only time i discover new additions to the population are when a kind couple in my apartment announces that they are having a child. this does not happen very often. we are all very close to growing old together. i am one of the youngest people here. people have lived their lives and existed in this building, if only to escape the jaws of the clocks.

i have been here for over a decade by now. i often miss the outside world, until i see the rain and remember what could happen to me. i would rather live than not, especially because i cannot be productive when i am being hit by the rain. the passing of time itself is a curse, and i doubt i would survive if i left now. still, sometimes i wish i could be part of a society again.

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Part 2: Geography and Memorable Locations (3 boards)

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Part 3: Technology (513 words)

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ever since the apocalypse, i have felt different. it’s not because we had to spend another 20 years on earth while we prepared to migrate. lunar life isn’t really for me. it has been over a year since we moved from the earth to the moon. the clocks don’t fall as quickly now. they simply float, waiting for the right moment to strike.

i am no longer the youngling i was back then. i am far older, free to roam outside of my home, living with the newly given materials that are more than what you'd think. the wires connecting our living quarters are the only way we can send things back and forth - we have resorted to using old methods again, sending things with a code. we are not as separated as we were before. we are progressing, day by day.

the scientists of the population continue to mine for elements, searching for those necessary chemicals that will help us to survive. eventually, we hope to head back to earth, although it will probably take a while for that to occur. days, months, years pass me by, and i feel like i have lost all traces of knowledge in my life. i have no friends, no company, and i haven’t received a message in weeks. i miss who i was before the apocalypse struck.

we have recently attempted to create cloning software in order to increase our population. it has worked on various pebbles and rocks, and we are gradually working our way up to helping humanity, by mixing genes from different people in order to maintain a semi-natural variety among us. i have not yet submitted my dna, although i will soon. i don’t quite know how i feel about a person being created from my genes.

i have thought about stepping outside for longer than an hour, yet i have never actually followed through on that thought. i am simply biding my time until the authorities stop by my pod to take my dna sample. i have sent a few telegrams out to my distant family members - the only ones remaining - yet i have not heard back from any of them. i have not had the privilege of living with a family like so many of those around me. i live alone, and that is how it has always been.

the day the knock on my door finally comes, i shake the hand of a person i have never met before. i hand over the plastic bag with my dna sample. i watch, emotionless, as the person brings my genes further and further away from me with every step. i do not scream. i do not cry. why would i? this is the way it has always been. nothing else that’s interesting ever happens in my life.

i do not long for a different life. i am content with what i have, and i know that i am lucky to still be alive. there is no reason for anyone in my position to ever desire anything more.

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Part 4: Incorporating Your World Into Your Writing (840 words)

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ever since i submitted my dna sample, the world has been thriving. the new generations have been helping us to rebuild our society, enough to even make it back to earth. it was a difficult process - moving our living pods, baggage, and society back down to earth - but it was well worth it. we are now flourishing, and earth is back to the way it was before the apocalypse.

i have faced several unforgiving circumstances. i was not previously aware of the many ways that isolation can drive a community to become separated. you might have learned about world conflicts, but you most likely haven’t lived through what i had to experience. i was on the frontlines, attempting to defend myself against people i had never even met before.

regardless, we continued to grow our population in order to balance out all the fallen soldiers. i am now the president of the cloning laboratory. i have helped to bring life into this world through the wonders of ace reproduction, although we are also gradually moving back into the typical procedures of socializing in order to grow the population even further. it’s a nice balance, one that will hopefully last us a long time.

i no longer live alone. i live with my partner and their family, far away from the apartment where i used to bide my time. now, we live in a suburban community, a place where not even the passing of time can hold us back from meeting others. i am no longer held back by the rains of time. the clock does not burden me anymore. i am free to explore the world around me. i have not looked at a clock in over a week.

i hope that you, the people of the past, can learn to achieve this peace. i hope that you can learn to value your time with your loved ones, never leaving their side, leaving time itself in the past. after all, life is worth enjoying. i’ve learned that, and many other lessons, along the way, what with all these readjustments. i do not know what my future will be like. i do not need to know.

the feeling of being outside today is a surreal experience. it is the ten-year anniversary of moving back to earth, and i can’t help but remember how earth used to look all those years ago, long before the apocalypse. i wonder what those people would say about our society now if they were still here. i wonder if they would approve of the way things turned out.

i step outside, my partner close behind me. the door shuts behind them, and i breathe in the beautiful air that i had been missing while on the moon. i’ll never truly get used to the euphoric feeling that still engulfs me, even a decade later. i will forever remain in shock that i survived an apocalypse and am still here today, here to tell my story and that of others as well.

the sky darkens, right before my eyes, and my partner motions for me to come back inside. i don’t think i will, though. the rain doesn’t scare me anymore. i stand outside for a few seconds, watching the chaos throughout my neighborhood as people scramble to get back inside. i laugh, unafraid. the rain cools all of me, down to the tips of my fingers, yet the warmth throughout my body prevents me from feeling completely cold.

i run into the middle of the street, which is now completely bare, considering how i am the only person brave enough to remain outside during this storm. the water splashes me from all different angles. i catch sight of a girl who looks just like me, most likely the girl who obtained my dna all those years ago. she disappears into the house next to mine, and i’m shocked as i realize that i have shared genetics with my next-door neighbor all this time. i can only hope that as we learn to socialize further, i will learn her name.

as lightning strikes my house, causing the power to go out, i prepare to head back inside. just before i open my front door, though, i catch sight of an object heading straight for me, as if it is falling from the sky. i open up my hand to catch it, and i am shocked to see a clock, an alarm clock, resting in my palm, drenched from the rain. it stares back at me, as if to issue a challenge.

a spark of fire hits my hand, barely touching my palm. it lights the clock on fire for only a moment, before the rain puts out the fire. the clock begins to melt in my hand, and it is only then that i am reminded of the melting clocks from all those years ago. the clock melts into pure liquid, and as it slips through my fingers, i finally allow those memories to disappear.

Daily: March 5
word count - 509 words

Dystopian: 172 words
We cross the rivers and see the sun, above,
and there lies our perfaith city.

Yeah we rise from ashes to conquer them,
one step to another, time and time
again.

The night is calling for change,
so here we are proud and strong,
yeah here we are,
standing once and for all.

Perfect is more dangerous than it seems..
but we, yes we, know what to do.
We stop our enemies at the lines,
our word count surely brings them a fight.

Standing tall, once and for all,
standing here and everywhere.

The night is calling for change,
so here we are proud and strong,
yeah here we are,
standing once and for all.

The space is quiet,
but hope is not dead.
We have a long battle ahead,
oh oh oh.

Despite it all, together we'll win it all.
One two three, our words coming in.
Dailies and weeklies, climbing the board.
From first to last to last to first,
we here and strong

And ready to conquer it all.

Mystery: 155 words
The cobwebs lay around the walls,
hunting the enemies as our shields fall down.
The crows and the howls sound..
who will win it all now?

Myst-myst-mysteryyyy
Myst-myst-mysteryyy

The infestation.
That's what this.. everyone fear,
and watch out. Someone lurks
in the shadows night, the ghost
of mystery.

Detectives here, the conferenc room lit,
we will get it in the end.
The boy drowned when the water
reached him, yet here we are
standing as a nation.

The cobwebs lay around the walls,
hunting the enemies as our shields fall down.
The crows and the howls sound..
who will win it all now?

Myst-myst-mysteryyyy
Myst-myst-mysteryyy

Through thick and thin,
we stay as one, our own kin.
Lighting the torch, finding the way,
rishing ranks, a surprise attack.

The fire burns brightly,
shining into the night.
Mystery is ready, to go
and take on th fight.

Sing it loud now!
Myst-myst-mysteryyyy
Mystery shall conquer it all.

Illu-Fi: 166 words
Through the spiderverse,
let's do this one more time.
A collider meltdown is not enough
to stop us anymore.

We're here and ready to fight,
our spidey-senses tingling.
Into the night we go,
boldly saving the world from
the dangers we know.

They're flying, crossing between the realms now,
trapped with no other way out.
How will, they get out in time…

Yes they fight!
We're Illu-Fi, fighting ‘till the end of the world.
Oh just one more time,
just another second for the magic if you will.

Saving SWCity is our
main goal. We travel the across
the world, but this one means the most.

From villan to villain,
head to heart, we’re all
in this together.

From story to story
comes a new tale to tell..
welcome to the spiderverse!

Yes they fight!
We're Illu-Fi, fighting 'till the end of the world.
Oh just one more time,
just another second for the magic if you will.

Across the spiderverse, we go
one last time.

Heads up: I’ve never EVER tried songwriting because it scares me lie detector beep I’ve tried it a few times but it’s scary.

Journalism:
(Sage’s acoustic guitar)

Give me a second
I’m not really good at these
I would not like to offend you guys
Even if you are my enemies

And if I could,
I would love to be allies <3
I’m taking to long
Please excuse my alibis

Moving on!

A pen and a press
And that’s all you really need
To turn events and thoughts
Into magical memories

I really love you guys
And I would just like to apologize
That I don’t know how to rhyme
Maybe I should learn from you sometime

With your newsboy hats
And your pens uncapped
Ready for some action
That's your distraction

Ever watched the Newsies?
If not we can make that happen
Just come over some time
And this time I won’t rhyme (laughter)

Thank you for your time
But I would really like to end this rhyme
Love you Journalism <3

Adventure:
(Sage’s acoustic guitar)

You might be climbing mountains
but at the same time, you're climbing
your way right into our hearts

No matter how cold
Our love for you guys will never grow old
The only thing warmer than the campfire
Is your glowing hearts

You guys are so creative
It's hard not to envy you
Your motivation goes strong
You are never in the wrong

If you needed supplies
I would give you the last I had
Just so you would stay alive

Bright as the sun
You guys are so much fun
Busy as bees
My astonishment never ceases

Carrying your heavy backpacks
You guys really deserve a medal or a plaque
With your winter gear
We love having you here

I wrote this song for you
and all I have to say is
thank the Lord I'm done (phew)
Love you guys but I'm not good with rhymes

Love you Adventure <3

Fan-fi:
(Sage’s acoustic guitar)

With my guitar in hand
I made this rhyme
For my favorite band

I love you guys so much
You all just shine
And you may not be my enemies
But this is definitely worth the time

I hope this song isn’t bad
I really don’t want to make you guys mad
You guys are like my best friends
and I truly hope that never ends

You guys rock (pun intended)
You may be in a cold land with acid rain
But your bright smiles take away all the pain

You have your LED bracelets
But you don’t need them to shine
Your hearts are always glowing
Whether it’s raining or it’s snowing

They say teamwork makes the dreamwork
But you guys make it come true
Sometimes I just wish
That I could be half as good as you

I would keep going but
My deadlines coming soon
So I hope you enjoyed the song I wrote
Underneath the moon

Love ya Fan-fi <3


(OMG! I'm so sorry! THIS IS SO BAD!!!)

Dystopian
Quiet does not mean peaceful
Perfect doesn't mean that it's alright
We are the ones who've seen the dark
Hiding behind this city's light.

Grand spires reach up to the clouds
The embodiment of pride
But outer beauty means nothing at all
To the people trapped inside.

Padded walls and plastic chairs
Set the stage for our unrest
It's due time that we rise up
And put our teamwork to the test.

With strategy and knowledge
And faith in one another
We'll create a force that can
Be false perfection's destructor.

Whatever challenges we may face
We'll give it our all
Together, we can find our way
Out of this hospital.

Quiet does not mean peaceful
Perfect doesn't mean that it's alright
Perfaith City will have its reckoning
When we convene tonight.

These heights are a prison
But our hope is not yet lost
Now that we know all too well
That perfect always has a cost.

Journalism
Ink-stained fingers, papers flying,
Deadlines looming, no time for sighing!
We chase the truth, we tell the tale,
Through rain or shine, we will not fail.

Stories pulse beneath our feet,
Breaking news out on the street!
A whispered tip, a fleeting clue,
We'll track it down; we always do.

Headlines bold, the presses thunder,
Words that spark, that pull you under.
A scandal here, a hero there,
A missing piece; we’re halfway there!

Pens like daggers, words like fire,
Our voices rise, our hopes climb higher.
So grab a paper and take a stand.
This is our story. This is our land!

Pass the draft, the clock is ticking,
Facts to check, the plot is thickening!
We write, we edit, run, repeat—
The world moves fast, so pick up your feet!

The city's humming, the world is turning,
A thousand stories, pages burning.
We won’t stop till the truth is clear,
Because the Press is always here!

Are you ready? Grab your pen,
This is where the stories begin!

Fanfiction
Step through the gates, hear the echoes call,
A world of legends, we’re rewriting it all.
Mountains rise and lava flows,
A place where every story grows!
Turn up the volume, grab your pen,
Twist the plot and start again.
Heroes fall, but we revive,
In this realm, the tales survive!

We write, we fight, we burn so bright!
Legends live under neon light!
Through fire, through stone, we carve our fate,
Fanfiction reigns—no time to wait!

Lost in worlds both dark and grand,
A rebel’s heart, a writer’s hand.
No rules, no chains, just ink and fire,
We take the spark and climb up higher!
Through acid rain and skies that glow,
We shape the stories we all know.
Remix the past, forge something new,
This is the land of rock—it’s what we do!

We write, we fight, we burn so bright!
Legends live under neon light!
Through fire, through stone, we carve our fate,
Fanfiction reigns—no time to wait!

Word War
word count - 387

The sun was beginning to set and midnight UTC was fast approaching. We didn't know what to expect. The whole day had been this huge war between all the cabins who were just anxiously trying to get out their dailies and weeklies in time. Cabin wars were fast approaching and that could really be seen as tensions were just continuing to rise day after day.

I gathered up all my mangoes and headed back to the inside of my tent. It was filled with a bunch of other things as well as a lush sleeping bag. It was fun rooming with the chaos sisters for the night. Although some of us were enemies, we tried to put those worries aside just for the time being so that we could all enjoy this night with each other.

As soon as midnight struck, however, we were all up and running/ it was as if our biological clock had taken a shift by like 2 hours or whatnot and suddenly we were no longer feeling tired. It was as if we had drank coffee or something before snoozing off because there was this sense of energy that filled the room. We all left our quarters and frantically made our way to the main cabin in hopes of getting there before the hoard. Seems like everybody had the same idea if I’m going to be really honest with you.

As soon as we shut the zipper down, tons of campers and other leaders started walking in groups and it was getting extremely crowded. The clock was ticking away, and here we were, waiting in the main cabin. Some people were frantically finishing up the last activity in hopes of earning their cabin more points. I mean, could I really blame them for wanting to do some sort of fun activity?

However, I guess it could be pretty stressful if I don’t say so myself. Anyways, we continued waiting and suddenly the clock struck 12 and the brass door opened, revealing the updated leaderboard. However, to our surprise.. None of our cabins were on the top. Instead it was this mysterious cabin titled: hidden cabin of mangoes. How on earth are they supposed to win? I mean since when were they even competing with us? The room filled with sounds of di

The Weekly, Part I (354 words)

There are twenty societies, each completely self-contained and forbidden from any other. They don't have names, just numbers.

Society One is the best: top schooling, the finest culture in the world, the best of everything. The members of Society one (the Ones, as they're known casually) live grand lives in a near-Utopia.

There's a Society Twenty is the worst: an impoverished, desolate, dog-eat-dog society. There's almost no way out, and Twenties will do what it takes just to survive.

At birth, everyone in the world is assigned a society number. This number has nothing to do with your family lineage, financial status, or even much to do with you. It has everything to do with the Odds, a massive computer program that, when presented with a baby, spits out a number 1-20. From there, the baby is assigned to a new set of parents who match its number, and its parents are given a baby who matches their number. No parent knows where their biological child ends up, but it's no worry. Their lives are either too troubled or too untroubled to care.

At eighteen, everyone gets a chance to try something: defying the Odds. You can be reassessed by the Odds, but you have to take your new number - or death. Often, the Odds will just consign someone to death. Most of the remaining times, anyone willing to try defying the Odds is in such a depressing society that they're bumped up at least somewhat. And in every other case, a unique society is unlocked: the Zeroes.

The Zeroes are in charge of everything. There's only nine of them at any given time, and they live lives of total luxury. The Zeroes have the power to dissolve the walls between societies and let loose anarchy, but for as long as anyone can remember, they've simply sat back, safe in their palace.

Life at the top is lonely, and even though they won't let their subjects know, the Zeroes are beginning to question if they should keep sitting tight, or if they should defy the Odds once again - this time for good.


The Weekly, Part II
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The Weekly, Part III (515 words)

The most notorious piece of technology in this world is the Odds: the massive, complex sorting program that classifies infants (and occasionally eighteen-year-olds) into their given societies. Nobody can remember where the Odds came from, who invented them, why they're here, or what happens when you go against their mysterious rules and ownership, but the societies are either too blinded by their own luxury or too wrapped up in their own suffering to answer these questions. Overall, life is pretty perfect, and even if some people's lives aren't, that's not a problem for anyone who can do anything about it.

Within the societies, there are different levels of technological advancement. Society One is obviously the most advanced; they barely have to do anything to survive. Everything is automated, and most of the Ones are unemployed, save for the few whose jobs it is to maintain the technology and create new ones.

Society Ten is most similar to today's society: houses and stores line roads full of cars, not drones or horses, and Elevens enjoy a life of diverse careers. Movie stars, police officers, and computer scientists all live their lives with minimal help from technology.

Society Twenty has no time to advance their technology any more from what it is; they're too focused on mere survival. Most Twenties live and sleep in tents or crumbling buildings, if not on the bare dirt and cracked streets subject to the elements. There are no cars or computers, and the only form of “technology” are oxen, who are often killed for their meat before they reach a size enough to work. To summarize, things are struggling, even if it could be fixed with a little basic human decency and compassion.

Society Zero is a house. A large and tech-heavy house, but still just a house. It has nine bedrooms, a backyard, and no front door. Zeroes are not allowed to leave their house, ever, although if they need anything, it will be dropped off wherever they need it.

Most Zeroes have at least one pet, which has fallen out of practice for the rest of the world. Pets aren't limited to dogs and cats; previous residents of the house include African elephants, beluga whales, mountain lions, and a genetically-engineered phoenix named Ralph.

Zeroes are still responsible for their own housekeeping, cooking, and handiwork, which fills the hours they don't spend tinkering with the societies. Because, although they have the power to, any Zero is smart enough to know that fooling around with their power could very well put them in danger, too.

This is where our conflict emerges. Zeroes live and die in a normal amount of time, and with each addition (and subtraction) to the ranks comes another person less and less willing to accept this. Most Zeroes came from Nineteens and Twenties, and they're wondering if the intense struggling and suffering they've grown up with is really worth preserving their own safety. They're aware of the risks, but it's just so easy for them to shut down the Odds and collapse the walls that divide societies.


The Weekly, Part IV (1,184 words)
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i just don't understand how in the world he thinks this is a fair punishment! i snuck out one time to hang out with my friends for a girls night out, and so what, maybe a guy was there too, but it's not like we did any french smooching or all that mushy stuff they show in the movies. romance is disgusting anyways, i don't like it at all. and besides, why cant he just trust me, he knows i didn't do anything weird with the guy, he's just mad because i actually have friends to hang out with and i know what to do when we need something fun to keep ourselves busy with, and i actually have enough money to buy a concert tickets. now i;m stuck here blowing eyelashes until i reach whatever thousand of them i need to blow. it's so stupid, if youre going to punish me, at least use your brain to think of something good, like drinking a gallon of t0ilet water, or spending 3 days in my room only living off of water without any ice in it and my least favortie food. not blowing around eyelashes, i cant do anything until i've reached the number, and i doubt that's going to happen anytime soon because my eyelashes are taking forever so grow back, and i don't have a big enough friends group to keep asking for theirs and

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this invention’s main purpose is to keep your hands nice and toasty warm while guiding you to the nearest sauna, but it also plays brilliant christmas carols and yeets glitter bombs to any nearby predators. it has the ability to release seven gallons of pepper spray when it gets hotter than 300 trillion degrees fahrenheit as a mechanism to avoid overheating and exploding. this is extremely beneficial because the smell of its explosion is known to attract rowdy male unicorns and kangaroos, which have been recently documented as mortal enemies when it comes to baking competitions and binge watching the mighty ducks movies.
to wrap this all up for you, the compeater is the newest and greatest invention out there! (excluding the pluto potato collectible cards being sold from alex alien in jupiter of course ahahah) each compeater is being sold for 799.99, a steal of a deal compared to normal 10 dollar compasses and boring old heaters!!!! we’re so excited for the creation to take off, but to prevent any scams we ask that you give us your email, phone number, first and middle and last name, address, parent’s address, and the digits of your social security #!!!!!! this is just to ensure lack of theft, and after supplying this information, your compeater is sure to be shipped to you in 2-3 business months. please note that the only way to purchase your very own compeater is through a lovely warehouse down in antarctica <3 we’ve heard of complaints that the warehouse steals money and looks a bit shady, but i promise that those concerns have been addressed and they are all very happy clients!!!!! we hope you enjoy your compeater, and we can’t wait to see your beautiful faces light up when it ships right to your door ;D

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dailies
weeklies
word wars
goals

ᛝ dailies ::

✧ dₐy ₀₀₇ - n/a
౨ৎ dₐy ₀₀₈ - n/a ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
♫ dₐy ₀₀₉ - n/a
ᯓ dₐy ₀₁₀ - a picture is worth a thousand words
✧ dₐy ₀₁₁ - seed of a story
౨ৎ dₐy ₀₁₂ - language of the flowers
♫ dₐy ₀₁₃ - three words
ᯓ dₐy ₀₁₄ - reflection poem

ᛝ weeklies ::

✧ wₑₑₖ ₀₀₁ - worldbuilding (unfinished in time)
౨ৎ wₑₑₖ ₀₀₂ - breaking writing rules

ᛝ word wars ::

✧ wₒᵣd wₐᵣ ₀₀₁ - the one (vs. elly) *lost*
౨ৎ wₒᵣd wₐᵣ ₀₀₂ - n/a

ᛝ goals ?! ::

✧ ₜₒₜₐₗ wₒᵣd gₒₐₗ - 13763/12000
౨ৎ ₜₒₜₐₗ wₒᵣd wₐᵣₛ- 1/5
♫ ₜₒₜₐₗ dₐᵢₗᵢₑₛ - 5/8
ᯓ ₜₒₜₐₗ wₑₑₖₗᵢₑₛ - 2.5/3

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- xoxo,, sky pie <3

daily for 06/06/2025 || 469 words

When you look up in the sky, you might see a cluster of stars. Those aren’t just clusters of stars, those stars tell a story. A story of tales, far and wide. However, this story is about the Hydra, one of the 88 constellations that are most recognized. Hydra is often referred to as “The Water Serpent.”
It is often depicted with multiple heads that represent the mythical creature from ancient Greek mythology. Hydra, the massive water serpent, was said to have been a terrifying beast with many heads that regrew two heads for every one that was cut off. This terrifying ability made it nearly impossible to defeat. According to myth, the creature lived in the swamps of Lerna, and its poisonous breath and blood were so lethal that even touching it would bring great disaster.
Hydra is most known for its story connected to the Twelve Labors of Hercules. One of Hercules’ tasks was to slay Hydra, but it was one of the hardest tasks to do, considering it grows back with twice the amount of heads for every head cut off. However, Hercules was able to defeat the Hydra with his nephew, Iolaus.
Hydra’s representation in the sky symbolizes its gut-wrenching and terrifying nature. The constellation is also the largest of 88 constellations, making its story seem so true, though it is just a myth. The constellation spans from the western part of the sky, and continues to the eastern side of the sky.
In addition to its association with Hercules, the Hydra is also linked to water and the unknown, making it even more mysterious and unknowing. The creature’s connection to water in the myth reflects the way water serpents or sea creatures are often depicted in cultures around the world, symbols of power. The Hydra is also a symbol of the perpetual struggle between strength and regeneration.
Hydra’s depiction in the sky stretches over a vast region, making it a dominant feature of the night sky for those located in the southern hemisphere. Its winding shape can be seen cutting across the sky, curling like a serpent, head placed near the constellation Cancer.
Today, the Hydra constellation continues to capture the imagination of both astronomers and myth enthusiasts. The Hydra serves as a powerful symbol of transformation, as its heads represent the cyclical nature of life, death, and rebirth. The Hydra is like a story of power, representing the ongoing struggle against forces that can seem impossible to achieve.
The Hydra, with its many heads, continues to live on in the stars, reminding us of the resilience and persistence needed to overcome even the most dangerous and fearful challenges. It’s not just part of a story, but it is also a significant part of Greek culture, along with a lot of other stories too.

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Wordcount: 483/450
Topic: Constellation Inspiration
Points earned: 350+100 for proof
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Argo Navis was the forgotten constellation. He knew it, of course- unlike interesting women, men, or even bears, he represented the ship that Jason and the Argonauts had used to go retrieve the golden fleece. He knew he was beautiful because he was composed of more than one hundred and sixty stars, but some guy named Lacille divided him into three parts. He gave Vela, Puppis, and Carina their own conscience- thus resulting in many, many days of headache-inducing arguments and disagreements. Argo wished he was by himself once more, sailing the stars with his sails in the galaxy, but he was now forced to witness three smaller constellations argue over who was better when they were all technically alternate personalities of himself.

“Stop blabbering, Carina,” Vela said, adjusting her twinkles in the reflection of the moon. Out of them all, she considered herself the most important- after all, she was “The sails of the Argo Navis.” “We all know that my opinion is the official opinion of us three.”
“You really think you're all that, huh?” Carina snarled at her. She moved a meteor in the way of the moon, causing Vela to mess up her intricate pattern of shine. She screamed like she always did and threw the meteor back at Carina. Argo couldn't remember the last time Vela hadn't screamed. She had a tendency to be shrillily dramatic. She was the complete opposite of Puppis. Out of the members in the trio, Argo preferred him the most- he was quiet and shy, but sometimes, when Vela made him snap, he shot meteorites at all of them. It was sad, really- one had almost hit Earth, the only planet that had the magicians who could make stars come to life. Honestly, though, Argo secretly wished that if Lacille ever came to space, Vela would make Puppis mad again and cause a tide of meteorites to shoot directly towards him. That way, he wouldn't even have the chance to divide any constellations further. Then again, he wasn't sure if Lacille was still alive- Earth mages had a peculiar lifespan.

“You guys have been going for so long,” Puppis yawned, his twinkling starting to dim slightly. “Please just shut up. Plus, we all know Argo Navis has the final opinion, not you, Vela. Don't get too big-headed. And Carina, you really shouldn't be chiding her at all. Just a few lightyears ago, you threw such a huge fit it caused us to move an inch.”
“Shut up, Puppis,” both Carina and Vela snapped at him at the same time. Puppis sighed and stayed silent. Argo could feel his pain- he was positively his favourite alter ego. At least he acknowledged he existed, unlike Vela, who didn't even believe that Argo was real. Sometimes, he had a good mind to send a minor planet her way.

Just wait till he caught Lacille…