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Writing for Pixidust writing camp!
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The dawn air called to me from outside our cozy cave. I poked my head out, breathing in the soft smells of morning.
My brother, Kontan, poked me. “C’mon! Let’s go!” I hesitated, looking at our mother, who was still asleep. My brother insisted.
We crept out quietly. But then Kontan shrieked when he saw a butterfly, and started trying to pounce on it.
Mother heard us though. She came out of the den, roaring like any other bear couldn’t roar. “Kontan, Linda! Come over here this instant! You know not to go out alone!”
Kontan obeyed, but curiosity got the better of me. Rustling. There was some rustling in the bushes. And sounds, close by.
I broke off at a run, ignoring my mother and trampling through brambles. When I came nearer, I slowed down, then stopped. I crept closer til I could clearly see who it was.
But who was he? It was a tailless, tall creature with a shiny stick in his paw. He had matted hair and two evil looking eyes glaring around him.
For some reason, I didn’t want those eyes on me right then. They meant bad things would happen.
I scrambled away, but not before I felt those eyes on my back. A cry rang through the forest.
“Hey! We got one!” The hunter called to his buddy, and they both started chasing.
Before I could see our cave, our soft, warm, cozy cave, I was in a net, then a cage. Then the back of a truck.
I watched our home get smaller and smaller away.
“Where am I?” I said groggily when I woke up. Well, I wasn’t in the small cage anymore. I was in an enclosure with a hard floor. A bowl of dry veggies stood near me. They didn’t taste as good as the forest herbs.
Why was I here?
A day later, someone came. Like the hunter, he was tailless, but at least smelled better. “Okay,” he muttered. “C’mon. Let’s see what the crowd makes of you. Or we’ll have one too many animals to sell.”
I got up and followed him (I really had no choice) and found myself on a ring. Thousands of other animals were staring down at me. They cooed and cheered.
“Ladies and gentlemen! I give you… Star! Our newest baby bear!” The man sounds a lot different, talking into that stick.
Everybody stares at me. I sit and find a pine needle to chew on.
“Yeah, soon you are gonna need to learn some tricks.” the man muttered to me.
Everybody in the crowd cheers so loudly my ears feel like they are going to fall off. The man leads me back to the cage. “Well,” he said. “Not bad. Maybe if you get better, we’ll keep you.” he walks away, shaking his head.
Keep you? Huh? Then I realized. Humans. Mama told me to stay away from them.
And now I’m working at a circus for them.
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sorry it's 497 words
i went a bit off
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The dawn air called to me from outside our cozy cave. I poked my head out, breathing in the soft smells of morning.
My brother, Kontan, poked me. “C’mon! Let’s go!” I hesitated, looking at our mother, who was still asleep. My brother insisted.
We crept out quietly. But then Kontan shrieked when he saw a butterfly, and started trying to pounce on it.
Mother heard us though. She came out of the den, roaring like any other bear couldn’t roar. “Kontan, Linda! Come over here this instant! You know not to go out alone!”
Kontan obeyed, but curiosity got the better of me. Rustling. There was some rustling in the bushes. And sounds, close by.
I broke off at a run, ignoring my mother and trampling through brambles. When I came nearer, I slowed down, then stopped. I crept closer til I could clearly see who it was.
But who was he? It was a tailless, tall creature with a shiny stick in his paw. He had matted hair and two evil looking eyes glaring around him.
For some reason, I didn’t want those eyes on me right then. They meant bad things would happen.
I scrambled away, but not before I felt those eyes on my back. A cry rang through the forest.
“Hey! We got one!” The hunter called to his buddy, and they both started chasing.
Before I could see our cave, our soft, warm, cozy cave, I was in a net, then a cage. Then the back of a truck.
I watched our home get smaller and smaller away.
“Where am I?” I said groggily when I woke up. Well, I wasn’t in the small cage anymore. I was in an enclosure with a hard floor. A bowl of dry veggies stood near me. They didn’t taste as good as the forest herbs.
Why was I here?
A day later, someone came. Like the hunter, he was tailless, but at least smelled better. “Okay,” he muttered. “C’mon. Let’s see what the crowd makes of you. Or we’ll have one too many animals to sell.”
I got up and followed him (I really had no choice) and found myself on a ring. Thousands of other animals were staring down at me. They cooed and cheered.
“Ladies and gentlemen! I give you… Star! Our newest baby bear!” The man sounds a lot different, talking into that stick.
Everybody stares at me. I sit and find a pine needle to chew on.
“Yeah, soon you are gonna need to learn some tricks.” the man muttered to me.
Everybody in the crowd cheers so loudly my ears feel like they are going to fall off. The man leads me back to the cage. “Well,” he said. “Not bad. Maybe if you get better, we’ll keep you.” he walks away, shaking his head.
Keep you? Huh? Then I realized. Humans. Mama told me to stay away from them.
And now I’m working at a circus for them.
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sorry it's 497 words
i went a bit offdolphin786
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Daily :D
Dear future me,
How are you? I am okay- I think I might be stressing from overwork :sob: I have a report due tomorrow- though I'm not exactly stressing- I am currently eating an ice-cream popsicle (yeah, I don't know how I'm typing at the same time lol) while my brothers want me to play video games with them. I should be working though- MOUNTAINS of homework- and the year's hardly begun. I have other things too though- three optional classes I'm taking all have homework, plus theatre class (which I really like so that's not really a burden lol). I also have a big (okay not that big) presentation tomorrow at school (which I am nervous but indeed very excited about). And all on top of that, SWCCCCCCCCCCC.
If you must know, this is actually a daily for SWC lol XD.
Ok I finished my ice cream :sob: but anyway…
So my future will be your past- wouldn't it be cool if you could write back to me? I know, I know, you'll have to build a time machine, but just think- it would be like… like… like I could see into the future and know what's coming. Maybe then I wouldn't be so much of a worrier :sob:
Anyway… how's your life these days? I hope you're not stressing like I am (did I forget to mention that for a writing contest you may or may not remember, I am totally stressing about the results- everybody did so good I wish to make them all first place). Also, how's Scratch? You are still using this account… riiiiight? Well, you must be, otherwise you're not reading this letter. Also, you do use my new aesthetic-set-making alt (@dolphin_cove), right?
Anyway, I'm getting of topic… I'm gonna check if this is long enough yet- one second..
Ooh yay it is- okay so…
My advice for you is to be yourself, which I've learned, helps me a lot. Also, be kind to your younger brother… (I know that will be challenging
). And also, I've learned that, well, make a few jokes now and then. It helps.
Yeah, now I really wish I had a time machine- then you could send me your advice lol
Anyway… I'm just gonna end this now…
Best wishes,
Violet <3 (also known as @dolphin786, and you
)
Dear future me,
How are you? I am okay- I think I might be stressing from overwork :sob: I have a report due tomorrow- though I'm not exactly stressing- I am currently eating an ice-cream popsicle (yeah, I don't know how I'm typing at the same time lol) while my brothers want me to play video games with them. I should be working though- MOUNTAINS of homework- and the year's hardly begun. I have other things too though- three optional classes I'm taking all have homework, plus theatre class (which I really like so that's not really a burden lol). I also have a big (okay not that big) presentation tomorrow at school (which I am nervous but indeed very excited about). And all on top of that, SWCCCCCCCCCCC.
If you must know, this is actually a daily for SWC lol XD.
Ok I finished my ice cream :sob: but anyway…
So my future will be your past- wouldn't it be cool if you could write back to me? I know, I know, you'll have to build a time machine, but just think- it would be like… like… like I could see into the future and know what's coming. Maybe then I wouldn't be so much of a worrier :sob:
Anyway… how's your life these days? I hope you're not stressing like I am (did I forget to mention that for a writing contest you may or may not remember, I am totally stressing about the results- everybody did so good I wish to make them all first place). Also, how's Scratch? You are still using this account… riiiiight? Well, you must be, otherwise you're not reading this letter. Also, you do use my new aesthetic-set-making alt (@dolphin_cove), right?
Anyway, I'm getting of topic… I'm gonna check if this is long enough yet- one second..
Ooh yay it is- okay so…
My advice for you is to be yourself, which I've learned, helps me a lot. Also, be kind to your younger brother… (I know that will be challenging
). And also, I've learned that, well, make a few jokes now and then. It helps.Yeah, now I really wish I had a time machine- then you could send me your advice lol
Anyway… I'm just gonna end this now…
Best wishes,
Violet <3 (also known as @dolphin786, and you
)
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Pixiedust Daily <3 632 words :0
I looked out over the fields, cows and horses grazing leisurely. A red barn and yellow farmhouse stood near. Beyond that, the valleys and hills cut a path for a lush river. The sun glowed, slowly sinking in the sky.
I had known this view forever. This hill, sitting in the dense grass, under a red oak tree, is my favorite place to be.
Sunset, a golden retriever, my best pal, nudged her cold nose into my long, wild, red tangly hair. I sighed, not wanting to leave. It might be the last time I did. It was hard to believe that my favorite place in the whole world would soon be gone. Gone. And we would be too.
For the news I'd received had broke my heart. And I still hadn't figured out how to mend it.
It started last week. I was in the barn, tending to the cows. I fed Milkshake and HotChocolate (two twin calfs) and cleaned Maisie's stall. I moved on to the horses. We have four- Brownie (dark chocolate brown with light mane), Star (star on her forehead), and Daisy (petite). But my favorite was Trixy. She was chestnut brown with a caramel mane. This mare was soft, gentle, and fast when she needed to be. I loved riding saddle-less across the fields.
Anyway, afterward, me and Sunset headed over to the garden patch to continue chores, as usual. My parents were inside, whispering in their bedroom. Probably talking about bills and that other adult stuff. I didn't worry too much about it.
My father came out as I was going to our garden plot. Of course, we had orchards full of things, but usually those got shipped away to the market. Our little garden was for us. We hardly went to the store; it was too far away. So most meals came from the garden.
I was scattering a bit of grain for the chickens when my father had came up to me. “Willow. Your mother and I need to talk to you.” He avoided meeting my eyes.
I gulped and nodded. I gestured Sun to follow us; she had quite suddenly decided that she rather liked chicken food.
Inside our cozy yellow farmhouse, I sat in the living room, Sunset at my side; my parents across from me.
“Willow, we have some, er, shocking news. Bills have been piling up… and… I'm afraid we can't own the farm anymore.” My mother looked at my father, who continued.
“We will have to move. To the city.”
“Move?” I said in a small voice. “Move from our farm?”
My parents didn't say anything. They enveloped me in a hug.
I blinked, willing the tears not to come. My home… our home… we would have to leave.
Over the next week, I cherished everything; my chores, the sunrise view, the animals. Knowing that they would soon be gone.
Now, a week later, we were all packed to go to the city. Tomorrow we would leave.
And never come back.
The next day was slow. Breakfast. Last-minute packing. Cleaning up.
Finally, around eleven, we piled into the car. I took Sunset into the back-seat with me. She was the only animal we were keeping.
As we started driving, I looked back at our farm, growing smaller and smaller.
I had kept it all in through the week. But I couldn't help it. I cried. Sun licked my tears. They stopped as fast as they came.
I would miss them. The animals. Our garden. The farmhouse. The view. Trixy. Even the annoying chicken that enjoyed untying shoelaces.
I wiped my tears.
The green became grayer, the dirt into sidewalks, the trees into buildings, countryside into city. All through this, I got ready for a lifetime adventure.
In the city.
I looked out over the fields, cows and horses grazing leisurely. A red barn and yellow farmhouse stood near. Beyond that, the valleys and hills cut a path for a lush river. The sun glowed, slowly sinking in the sky.
I had known this view forever. This hill, sitting in the dense grass, under a red oak tree, is my favorite place to be.
Sunset, a golden retriever, my best pal, nudged her cold nose into my long, wild, red tangly hair. I sighed, not wanting to leave. It might be the last time I did. It was hard to believe that my favorite place in the whole world would soon be gone. Gone. And we would be too.
For the news I'd received had broke my heart. And I still hadn't figured out how to mend it.
It started last week. I was in the barn, tending to the cows. I fed Milkshake and HotChocolate (two twin calfs) and cleaned Maisie's stall. I moved on to the horses. We have four- Brownie (dark chocolate brown with light mane), Star (star on her forehead), and Daisy (petite). But my favorite was Trixy. She was chestnut brown with a caramel mane. This mare was soft, gentle, and fast when she needed to be. I loved riding saddle-less across the fields.
Anyway, afterward, me and Sunset headed over to the garden patch to continue chores, as usual. My parents were inside, whispering in their bedroom. Probably talking about bills and that other adult stuff. I didn't worry too much about it.
My father came out as I was going to our garden plot. Of course, we had orchards full of things, but usually those got shipped away to the market. Our little garden was for us. We hardly went to the store; it was too far away. So most meals came from the garden.
I was scattering a bit of grain for the chickens when my father had came up to me. “Willow. Your mother and I need to talk to you.” He avoided meeting my eyes.
I gulped and nodded. I gestured Sun to follow us; she had quite suddenly decided that she rather liked chicken food.
Inside our cozy yellow farmhouse, I sat in the living room, Sunset at my side; my parents across from me.
“Willow, we have some, er, shocking news. Bills have been piling up… and… I'm afraid we can't own the farm anymore.” My mother looked at my father, who continued.
“We will have to move. To the city.”
“Move?” I said in a small voice. “Move from our farm?”
My parents didn't say anything. They enveloped me in a hug.
I blinked, willing the tears not to come. My home… our home… we would have to leave.
Over the next week, I cherished everything; my chores, the sunrise view, the animals. Knowing that they would soon be gone.
Now, a week later, we were all packed to go to the city. Tomorrow we would leave.
And never come back.
The next day was slow. Breakfast. Last-minute packing. Cleaning up.
Finally, around eleven, we piled into the car. I took Sunset into the back-seat with me. She was the only animal we were keeping.
As we started driving, I looked back at our farm, growing smaller and smaller.
I had kept it all in through the week. But I couldn't help it. I cried. Sun licked my tears. They stopped as fast as they came.
I would miss them. The animals. Our garden. The farmhouse. The view. Trixy. Even the annoying chicken that enjoyed untying shoelaces.
I wiped my tears.
The green became grayer, the dirt into sidewalks, the trees into buildings, countryside into city. All through this, I got ready for a lifetime adventure.
In the city.
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Short story for -SimplyWatermelon-'s amazing game Livie's study cafe lol enjoy!
More riddles lol maybe you can add it into the riddle book
Q: What occurs once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a hundred years?
A: The letter ‘M’
Q: People make it, but never hold it or see it- what is it?
A: Noise.
Q: What can fly, but has no wings?
A: Time.
Q: What key can't open doors?
A: A monkey (or donkey)
Poem I wrote:
Among the chilly winter air,
Sat a cottage with merry lights,
Covered in the snow.
Inside, the fireplace crackles
The faint smell of cookies in the air.
Steaming mugs of hot chocolate.
Furry and warm,
Biscuit comes up barking softly, touching his wet nose
Ready to snuggle.
Hug your dear friend.
Tea.
Coffee.
Hot Chocolate.
Sofa.
Blankets.
Family.
Watch a movie.
Read a book.
Laugh.
The fire gently warms your toes.
Calm and quiet.
Snuggle in.
Warm.
Cozy.
Let out a deep sigh,
Burry in the blankets.
Grab your favorite book.
Perfect.
A perfect, cozy, winter night.
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lol sorry it isn't to good… I'll add a short story later
Anyway good luck with the project Summer! <3
-Violet (dolphin786 lol)
ps. can't wait for next swc session…
pss. i'm doing pixiedust tho lol (xen created it… go here
lol <3
More riddles lol maybe you can add it into the riddle book
Q: What occurs once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a hundred years?
A: The letter ‘M’
Q: People make it, but never hold it or see it- what is it?
A: Noise.
Q: What can fly, but has no wings?
A: Time.
Q: What key can't open doors?
A: A monkey (or donkey)
Poem I wrote:
Among the chilly winter air,
Sat a cottage with merry lights,
Covered in the snow.
Inside, the fireplace crackles
The faint smell of cookies in the air.
Steaming mugs of hot chocolate.
Furry and warm,
Biscuit comes up barking softly, touching his wet nose
Ready to snuggle.
Hug your dear friend.
Tea.
Coffee.
Hot Chocolate.
Sofa.
Blankets.
Family.
Watch a movie.
Read a book.
Laugh.
The fire gently warms your toes.
Calm and quiet.
Snuggle in.
Warm.
Cozy.
Let out a deep sigh,
Burry in the blankets.
Grab your favorite book.
Perfect.
A perfect, cozy, winter night.
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lol sorry it isn't to good… I'll add a short story later
Anyway good luck with the project Summer! <3
-Violet (dolphin786 lol)
ps. can't wait for next swc session…
pss. i'm doing pixiedust tho lol (xen created it… go here
lol <3
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Book list! <3 (uncompleted)
- Baker's Magic by Diane Zahler
- The Land of Stories (series) by Chris Colfer
- Harry Potter (series) by Joanne K. Rowling
- Matilda by Roald Dahl
- Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl
- James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
- The Witches by Roald Dahl
- Willodeen by Katherine Applegate
- Wishtree by Katherine Applegate
- The One and Only (series) by Katherine Applegate
- Crenshaw by Katherine Applegate
- Odder by Katherine Applegate
- Echo Mountain by Lauren Wolk
- Clementine (series) by Sara Pennypacker
- Mr. Lemoncello's Library (series) by Chris Grabenstein
- Anne of Green Gables (series) by Lucy M. Montgomery
- The Little House (series) by Laura Ingalls Wilder
- Magic Tree House (series) by Mary Pope Osborne
- The Wild Robot (series) by Peter Brown
- The Chronicles of Narnia (series) by C. S. Lewis
- Nancy Drew (series) by Caroline Keene
- The Boxcar Children (series) by Gertrude Chandler Warner
- A to Z Mysteries (series) by Ron Roy
- The Vanderbeekers (series) by Karina Yan Glaser
- The Great Peach Experiment (series) by Erin Soderberg Downing
- The Penderwicks (series) by Jeanne Birdsall
- Charlotte's Web by E. B. White
- Secrets of the Manor (series) by Adele Whitby
- Capital Mysteries by Ron Roy
- Pages and Co. by Anna James
- Lemons by Melissa Savage
- Amina's Voice by Hena Khan
- The Very, Very Far North by Dan Bar-el
- Baker's Magic by Diane Zahler
- The Land of Stories (series) by Chris Colfer
- Harry Potter (series) by Joanne K. Rowling
- Matilda by Roald Dahl
- Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl
- James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
- The Witches by Roald Dahl
- Willodeen by Katherine Applegate
- Wishtree by Katherine Applegate
- The One and Only (series) by Katherine Applegate
- Crenshaw by Katherine Applegate
- Odder by Katherine Applegate
- Echo Mountain by Lauren Wolk
- Clementine (series) by Sara Pennypacker
- Mr. Lemoncello's Library (series) by Chris Grabenstein
- Anne of Green Gables (series) by Lucy M. Montgomery
- The Little House (series) by Laura Ingalls Wilder
- Magic Tree House (series) by Mary Pope Osborne
- The Wild Robot (series) by Peter Brown
- The Chronicles of Narnia (series) by C. S. Lewis
- Nancy Drew (series) by Caroline Keene
- The Boxcar Children (series) by Gertrude Chandler Warner
- A to Z Mysteries (series) by Ron Roy
- The Vanderbeekers (series) by Karina Yan Glaser
- The Great Peach Experiment (series) by Erin Soderberg Downing
- The Penderwicks (series) by Jeanne Birdsall
- Charlotte's Web by E. B. White
- Secrets of the Manor (series) by Adele Whitby
- Capital Mysteries by Ron Roy
- Pages and Co. by Anna James
- Lemons by Melissa Savage
- Amina's Voice by Hena Khan
- The Very, Very Far North by Dan Bar-el
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when green flag clicked
broadcast [I need motivation cookies :sob: v]
go to [motivation-cookie bakery v]
say [Time to bake!]
when I receive [I need motivation cookies :sob: v]
set [ baking cookies v] to [on]
change [happiness v] by (100)
forever
bake
broadcast [ cookies are done! v]
play sound [ *victory dance* v]
when I receive [cookies are done! v]
play sound [ CHOMP v]
change [ happiness v] by (10000000)
think [YUM]
think [Ok now I have to get writing...]
No, but really guys. I baked chocolate chip cookies yesterday lol
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Weekly for SWC! <3 2607 words! :0 
Part 1 (367 words):
Song: Jump then Fall
“Nikki! Come back!” Jade rushes forward, tripping over her feet.
Tears are streaming down Anika's face and into her long red hair. “I can't,” she choked “I have to go.”
“No! No, you can't! Nikki, I don't care if you got that letter or not- you are not going. You need to be with me and Mother, here. I'm seven years older than you, so I get to decide. We need to take care of Mom.” Jade grabbed Anika's arm.
“No!” Anika wrenched free. "Think, Jade. A world of magic. Just think- you could wave a wand and boom you get help. Or water. Or a car. Or maybe even a new sketchbook-“
”And what, may I ask, is your point?“ Jade crossed her arms.
Anika couldn't believe it. ”Jade, don't you get it? I could use magic to make Mother better! Jade, think. What if she ends up like Haley?“
With that, Anika began running again. She didn't want to think about Haley. She also couldn't believe she was silly enough to tell her sister about the envelope. ”See you later, sis. Take care of Mother.“
”No!“ Jade began running after her, but Anika was faster. As she ran, she pulled a golden envelope out of the pocket of her dress and looked at it.
'You have been chosen. Report to Mrs. Lillianna Gometz on the first of April. If you do not have a wand yet, we will provide one for you until you get one. Best of wishes. And remember, to get to our world, you must jump off the famous cliff of Foggaronda, wishing as hard as you can to get to our world. Then head east. Good luck.' after reading, Anika turned and started toward the famous cliff nearby.
When she got there, she hesitated. Looking off the cliff, all she saw was fog.
Jade burst out of the trees. ”No!“ she shouted when she saw what Anika was about to do. ”You'll kill yourself.“
”Likely,“ Anika said, a new type of anger flooding through her. ”If I don't wish hard enough, I'm guessing.“
”No!“
”Yes!" and with that, Anika jumped.
And fell into the fog.
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Part 2 (201 words):
Name: Anika (Nikki)
Pronouns: She/her
Species: Human
Strengths: loyal, independent, helpful, clever, trustworthy, headstrong
Weaknesses: teamwork, stubborn, worrier,
Tendencies: If anybody is in danger, she will not do anything but try to help in any way. Also, if anybody tells her no, she is certain to ignore them (especially if it interferes with her plans, and she always has a plan). She is never reliant on other people. Also, if anybody tells her a secret, she will most certainly keep it a secret. Believes innocent till proven guilty, but won't trust anyone till certain they are on the same side. Will never give up.
Appearance:
Hair: Dark red, wavy, extremely tangled
Eye color: Brown
Hight: 4' 11"
Age: 13 years
Family:
-Father (died when Anika was a month old)
-Mother (currently sick)
-Jade (sister, 7 years older, extremely bossy)
-Haley (died 2 years earlier, 5 years older, magic)
No other family they know of.
Backstory:
13 years of living with her mother and sister(s) in a cottage on the edge of a forest, before she finds a magical world. Knows how to grow crops and ride horses (at least a little) and fend for herself.
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Part 3 (836 words):
Scene 1. (303 words)
Anika carried a wooden bucket of water inside their cabin. She shuffled over and found a glass, filled it, and helped her mother drink.
Her mom has been lying in bed for days. Weeks. Sick. The last time 13 year old Anika felt so heartbroken was two years ago. At least she didn't have to feel it for her father, too, for he was gone when she was a month old.
Jade was nowhere to be found, so Anika cried onto her mother's still shoulder. And cried. And cried.
When she finally got up, Anika pondered about her long-lost sister.
Haley was kind and fun, with auburn hair and a tinkling laugh. Even though she was three years older than her, Anika's second sister treated them like equals. She wasn't just a sibling, but a friend.
She was better than bossy Jade, anyway.
But most mysterious about Haley was that she had a secret.
I know a place, she would say. I know a truly wonderful place that you would love, Anika.
That was another thing. Everybody called her ‘Nikki’ except for Haley.
When Anika headed outside and placed a hand on Haley's grave, she noticed something golden sticking out of their tattered red mailbox.
But they had never had any mail- no bills (they lived in a tiny cottage one the edge of a remote forest, and it was doubtful anybody knew they were there), no letters (no other family), nothing whatsoever.
But there it was, a golden envelope.
Anika crossed over, opened it, and read.
I've got to show this to Jade, she thought. She is the only person I can consult with right now.
But it turned out Jade, who was picking berries in the forest, wasn't so keen on the idea.
Scene 2. (265 words)
“How are you doing that?” Anika stared at Haley's painting, then at her own. She carefully tried to make her blob look like a flower, but instead made it worse.
Haley laughed. “Practice, I guess.” She admired her painting, which resembled a large, grand building surrounded by young people and flowers (which each looked so much better than Anika's).
Painting had always been Haley's talent.
Anika said “It's beautiful. But what is it? A castle? A mansion?”
Haley hesitated. “Well, it was supposed to be…. A school.”
"A school? Anika said, awed. “Well, it's quite grand for a school.”
“Yes, it is, I guess,” Haley laughed.
“The people look kind of sad though.”
Haley frowned for the tiniest bit and said “I guess they are.” Then she changed the subject almost too quickly. “Now let's see yours. Is it… a crocodile?”
Anika remembered this day quite well. She missed it so much.
She hoped beyond hope that her beautiful, kind, mother wouldn't end like Haley.
Anika pulled out her sketchbook. Even if she couldn't paint, she could draw. And write- at least a little (she had only two years of school before money problems came and they had to move to where they were now). She had several sketchbooks all filled to brim with stories and drawings. She flipped open her current one, which was already full, but she was using the back of the pages too; she didn't have another sketchbook. She also didn't have much time. Most of it was consumed helping her mother. Who was, sadly, not getting any better.
Scene 3. (250 words)
Anika sat beside her mother, in the wooden chair next to the feather bed she rested on for so many days.
It was like history had repeated itself. First Haley, and now her mother.
Though not in the same way. For Haley, it was so quick. One day, she was fine. The next she was gone. And another mysterious thing: the doctor didn't know what type of decease she had.
For their mother… she had fever, and had been in bed for days, slowly rotting away.
If I could wish for anything, Anika always thought, I would wish for Mother to get better.
Of course, she could wish for Haley to come back, but she didn't think it worked that way.
Anika, sitting by her still mother, thought. She tried to recall the days before Haley left.
It was a good year. Anika thought. The crops were good, and we had plenty to eat. Everybody was cheerful. But, Anika realized. Haley was getting more stressed by the day. Then, one day, she stayed in bed, not feeling well, and…. Well, something was wrong. Anika thought. Something was definitely up, before she died.
Now that she had gotten the letter, Anika was certain Haley knew about this, this… place, whatever it was. She was sure of it.
And that is why she wanted, more than anything else, to learn why it was so important to her sister.
Part 4: (1166 words)
When she awoke, the first thing she did was check herself. No scrapes or bruises or cuts whatsoever (which was odd because it must have been several miles off the cliff). The next thing she did was check her surroundings.
It wasn't the least bit foggy down there. It looked like a forest, with trees and leaves everywhere, but didn't feel like one. It was too… quiet. Usually there were sounds of birds chirping and leaves falling and animals roaming and exciting new plants and smells. Not here. It was too… still.
Dazed, Anika began to explore. The letter said to head east, but she had no idea which direction that was in.
Gradually though, Anika began to hear sounds.
At first she thought it was the whispering of leaves, but as she progressed forward they sort of turned more into a roar. Of something.
Anika ran. And ran. Before long, the rumbling stopped, but Anika was totally lost. I'm sure I've seen that stump before she thought. I'll never get my way out. Jade was right.
Just when Anika was thinking of giving up and setting camp for the night, she bumped into something in the dark.
“Ouch!” said two voices at the same time. One was Anika, but who was the other?
“Hello?” Anika said tentatively. “Who are you?”
A person emerged from the shadows. She was about Anika's age. She had long, black hair and amber eyes. What she was wearing was extremely odd- a long, black sort of cloak-thing, and was carrying a black stick. She blended perfectly with the shadows.
“What are you doing in the Dark Forests? It's dangerous out here.”
“Well,” Anika said, feeling annoyed. "I was trying to… head east, I guess.“
”Then follow me!“ The woman led her through the shadows for a while. Finally, they started to see sunlight.
”I, er, have to report to… uh…“ Anika pulled out the envelope. ”Lillianna Gometz.“
The woman laughed. ”I am she. Let's see… were you chosen?“
”Umm… yes? I think so.“
”Ahh, you're late. No matter.“ Lillianna Gometz looked over Anika. ”Huh. You look just like her…."
Huh? Anika thought. Look just like who?
“Anyway,” Mrs. Gometz continued. “You can call me Lilly. I'll be teaching you.”
Hoe funny! Anika thought, annoyed. She's as old as I am!
Anika said so.
“Ahh, but I'm more talented at magic than you, aren't I? So I will be teaching you.” Lilly twirled her black stick around and around.
Anika felt more annoyed than ever, but said nothing- she was eager to start learning magic.
“Come.” Lilly started off to a large building.
Anika stopped in her tracks. A large, grand building surrounded by some young people (also wearing cloak-things) and flowers, stood before her. “What is that building?” she breathed. It is the same one in Haley's painting! she thought excitedly.
Lilly gave her a withering look. “You don't know what the school is? This is where people learn magic, uhh…”
“Nikki.” Anika said. She didn't trust Lilly to know her full name.
“Yes, Nikki. Now, we'll start learning tomorrow- it's getting dark. I'll lead you to your room.”
That night, Anika slept on a feather bed in a room in the school. It was better than camping out in the creepy woods at night. But she couldn't sleep. She was thinking about Lilly, and the Dark Forests, magic, and her mother. She was just about to drift off to sleep when she heard talking outside her bedroom. It sounded important, so Anika got up and tiptoed to the door.
“You can't deny it!” It sounded like Lilly. “Nikki looks just like her!”
“Come on, Lillianna. What are the chances?” Another voice came through.
“They could be related. Who knows?” Lilly's voice sounded angry. “She is still on the run, and could be dead by now!”
“She's not.” The other voice was firm. “She has magic beyond anything else, except maybe the Witch herself. And you know the Witch would immediately start celebrating- that is, killing- if she was dead.”
“Maybe. But the war is over! What if the Witch is dead?” Lilly said.
“Then she would come back to us.”
“What if they are both dead?”
“They aren't, Lilly, and you know it. And the war isn't over either. The Witch could strike at any time. We still need to be prepared.” The voice was hard, as if he himself did not want to believe it.
The voices moved away down the hall.
Anika's mind was whirring from the new info she received. What war? What Witch? Who were they talking about? The person she looked like?
Anika needed to clear her head.
She opened the door a crack, and saw no one there, so she headed down the hall and outside.
Sitting beneath a tree in the cool night air helped Anika clear her head. When she finally calmed down, she began to wonder about the things she heard.
I wonder what they meant by a war. Was it with whoever the ‘Witch’ is? I'll definitely try to figure out in the morning. Anika almost dozed of there, but a loud clomping woke her.
Someone was coming!
The gates opened and a brown horse came riding through. The horse's rider was wearing armor and a helmet with a blue feather. A heavy visor covered his face. The knight expertly guided his horse down the walkway.
As if he could sense someone was watching him, the knight looked around him nervously.
When his eyes landed on Anika, he froze and almost slid off his horse.
“Hello?” Anika said tentatively.
“Hello,” the knight said gruffly. “You're a student? Shouldn't you be in bed?”
“Yes,” Anika said nervously. “I was just going.”
The knight nodded. “Are you staying in the school?”
Anika nodded.
The knight gave a curt nod back. “I should tell the teachers you were out here.”
“Oh, no,” Anika pleaded. “I don't want them to know. I might have… heard something I wasn't supposed to.”
The knight smiled. Or at least Anika thought he did. It was hard to tell with the visor.
“Okay. Good night.”
“Good night.” Anika said, relived.
She ran up the walkway and entered the building, ran down the hall, and buried her self in the blankets.
One story up, Lilly was sitting by the window, looking out over the front gates.
At first she thought the night was one of then looking for the Witch (there were several of them doing that). But when she saw how nervous the night was, she thought slightly otherwise. And when she saw the knight stop when he saw the young girl named Nikki, and talk to her, and let her go back to bed, Lilly was certain she had found her.
But the knight might know who Lilly was too.
She had to strike before the knight did.
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Part 1 (367 words):
Song: Jump then Fall
“Nikki! Come back!” Jade rushes forward, tripping over her feet.
Tears are streaming down Anika's face and into her long red hair. “I can't,” she choked “I have to go.”
“No! No, you can't! Nikki, I don't care if you got that letter or not- you are not going. You need to be with me and Mother, here. I'm seven years older than you, so I get to decide. We need to take care of Mom.” Jade grabbed Anika's arm.
“No!” Anika wrenched free. "Think, Jade. A world of magic. Just think- you could wave a wand and boom you get help. Or water. Or a car. Or maybe even a new sketchbook-“
”And what, may I ask, is your point?“ Jade crossed her arms.
Anika couldn't believe it. ”Jade, don't you get it? I could use magic to make Mother better! Jade, think. What if she ends up like Haley?“
With that, Anika began running again. She didn't want to think about Haley. She also couldn't believe she was silly enough to tell her sister about the envelope. ”See you later, sis. Take care of Mother.“
”No!“ Jade began running after her, but Anika was faster. As she ran, she pulled a golden envelope out of the pocket of her dress and looked at it.
'You have been chosen. Report to Mrs. Lillianna Gometz on the first of April. If you do not have a wand yet, we will provide one for you until you get one. Best of wishes. And remember, to get to our world, you must jump off the famous cliff of Foggaronda, wishing as hard as you can to get to our world. Then head east. Good luck.' after reading, Anika turned and started toward the famous cliff nearby.
When she got there, she hesitated. Looking off the cliff, all she saw was fog.
Jade burst out of the trees. ”No!“ she shouted when she saw what Anika was about to do. ”You'll kill yourself.“
”Likely,“ Anika said, a new type of anger flooding through her. ”If I don't wish hard enough, I'm guessing.“
”No!“
”Yes!" and with that, Anika jumped.
And fell into the fog.
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Part 2 (201 words):
Name: Anika (Nikki)
Pronouns: She/her
Species: Human
Strengths: loyal, independent, helpful, clever, trustworthy, headstrong
Weaknesses: teamwork, stubborn, worrier,
Tendencies: If anybody is in danger, she will not do anything but try to help in any way. Also, if anybody tells her no, she is certain to ignore them (especially if it interferes with her plans, and she always has a plan). She is never reliant on other people. Also, if anybody tells her a secret, she will most certainly keep it a secret. Believes innocent till proven guilty, but won't trust anyone till certain they are on the same side. Will never give up.
Appearance:
Hair: Dark red, wavy, extremely tangled
Eye color: Brown
Hight: 4' 11"
Age: 13 years
Family:
-Father (died when Anika was a month old)
-Mother (currently sick)
-Jade (sister, 7 years older, extremely bossy)
-Haley (died 2 years earlier, 5 years older, magic)
No other family they know of.
Backstory:
13 years of living with her mother and sister(s) in a cottage on the edge of a forest, before she finds a magical world. Knows how to grow crops and ride horses (at least a little) and fend for herself.
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Part 3 (836 words):
Scene 1. (303 words)
Anika carried a wooden bucket of water inside their cabin. She shuffled over and found a glass, filled it, and helped her mother drink.
Her mom has been lying in bed for days. Weeks. Sick. The last time 13 year old Anika felt so heartbroken was two years ago. At least she didn't have to feel it for her father, too, for he was gone when she was a month old.
Jade was nowhere to be found, so Anika cried onto her mother's still shoulder. And cried. And cried.
When she finally got up, Anika pondered about her long-lost sister.
Haley was kind and fun, with auburn hair and a tinkling laugh. Even though she was three years older than her, Anika's second sister treated them like equals. She wasn't just a sibling, but a friend.
She was better than bossy Jade, anyway.
But most mysterious about Haley was that she had a secret.
I know a place, she would say. I know a truly wonderful place that you would love, Anika.
That was another thing. Everybody called her ‘Nikki’ except for Haley.
When Anika headed outside and placed a hand on Haley's grave, she noticed something golden sticking out of their tattered red mailbox.
But they had never had any mail- no bills (they lived in a tiny cottage one the edge of a remote forest, and it was doubtful anybody knew they were there), no letters (no other family), nothing whatsoever.
But there it was, a golden envelope.
Anika crossed over, opened it, and read.
I've got to show this to Jade, she thought. She is the only person I can consult with right now.
But it turned out Jade, who was picking berries in the forest, wasn't so keen on the idea.
Scene 2. (265 words)
“How are you doing that?” Anika stared at Haley's painting, then at her own. She carefully tried to make her blob look like a flower, but instead made it worse.
Haley laughed. “Practice, I guess.” She admired her painting, which resembled a large, grand building surrounded by young people and flowers (which each looked so much better than Anika's).
Painting had always been Haley's talent.
Anika said “It's beautiful. But what is it? A castle? A mansion?”
Haley hesitated. “Well, it was supposed to be…. A school.”
"A school? Anika said, awed. “Well, it's quite grand for a school.”
“Yes, it is, I guess,” Haley laughed.
“The people look kind of sad though.”
Haley frowned for the tiniest bit and said “I guess they are.” Then she changed the subject almost too quickly. “Now let's see yours. Is it… a crocodile?”
Anika remembered this day quite well. She missed it so much.
She hoped beyond hope that her beautiful, kind, mother wouldn't end like Haley.
Anika pulled out her sketchbook. Even if she couldn't paint, she could draw. And write- at least a little (she had only two years of school before money problems came and they had to move to where they were now). She had several sketchbooks all filled to brim with stories and drawings. She flipped open her current one, which was already full, but she was using the back of the pages too; she didn't have another sketchbook. She also didn't have much time. Most of it was consumed helping her mother. Who was, sadly, not getting any better.
Scene 3. (250 words)
Anika sat beside her mother, in the wooden chair next to the feather bed she rested on for so many days.
It was like history had repeated itself. First Haley, and now her mother.
Though not in the same way. For Haley, it was so quick. One day, she was fine. The next she was gone. And another mysterious thing: the doctor didn't know what type of decease she had.
For their mother… she had fever, and had been in bed for days, slowly rotting away.
If I could wish for anything, Anika always thought, I would wish for Mother to get better.
Of course, she could wish for Haley to come back, but she didn't think it worked that way.
Anika, sitting by her still mother, thought. She tried to recall the days before Haley left.
It was a good year. Anika thought. The crops were good, and we had plenty to eat. Everybody was cheerful. But, Anika realized. Haley was getting more stressed by the day. Then, one day, she stayed in bed, not feeling well, and…. Well, something was wrong. Anika thought. Something was definitely up, before she died.
Now that she had gotten the letter, Anika was certain Haley knew about this, this… place, whatever it was. She was sure of it.
And that is why she wanted, more than anything else, to learn why it was so important to her sister.
Part 4: (1166 words)
When she awoke, the first thing she did was check herself. No scrapes or bruises or cuts whatsoever (which was odd because it must have been several miles off the cliff). The next thing she did was check her surroundings.
It wasn't the least bit foggy down there. It looked like a forest, with trees and leaves everywhere, but didn't feel like one. It was too… quiet. Usually there were sounds of birds chirping and leaves falling and animals roaming and exciting new plants and smells. Not here. It was too… still.
Dazed, Anika began to explore. The letter said to head east, but she had no idea which direction that was in.
Gradually though, Anika began to hear sounds.
At first she thought it was the whispering of leaves, but as she progressed forward they sort of turned more into a roar. Of something.
Anika ran. And ran. Before long, the rumbling stopped, but Anika was totally lost. I'm sure I've seen that stump before she thought. I'll never get my way out. Jade was right.
Just when Anika was thinking of giving up and setting camp for the night, she bumped into something in the dark.
“Ouch!” said two voices at the same time. One was Anika, but who was the other?
“Hello?” Anika said tentatively. “Who are you?”
A person emerged from the shadows. She was about Anika's age. She had long, black hair and amber eyes. What she was wearing was extremely odd- a long, black sort of cloak-thing, and was carrying a black stick. She blended perfectly with the shadows.
“What are you doing in the Dark Forests? It's dangerous out here.”
“Well,” Anika said, feeling annoyed. "I was trying to… head east, I guess.“
”Then follow me!“ The woman led her through the shadows for a while. Finally, they started to see sunlight.
”I, er, have to report to… uh…“ Anika pulled out the envelope. ”Lillianna Gometz.“
The woman laughed. ”I am she. Let's see… were you chosen?“
”Umm… yes? I think so.“
”Ahh, you're late. No matter.“ Lillianna Gometz looked over Anika. ”Huh. You look just like her…."
Huh? Anika thought. Look just like who?
“Anyway,” Mrs. Gometz continued. “You can call me Lilly. I'll be teaching you.”
Hoe funny! Anika thought, annoyed. She's as old as I am!
Anika said so.
“Ahh, but I'm more talented at magic than you, aren't I? So I will be teaching you.” Lilly twirled her black stick around and around.
Anika felt more annoyed than ever, but said nothing- she was eager to start learning magic.
“Come.” Lilly started off to a large building.
Anika stopped in her tracks. A large, grand building surrounded by some young people (also wearing cloak-things) and flowers, stood before her. “What is that building?” she breathed. It is the same one in Haley's painting! she thought excitedly.
Lilly gave her a withering look. “You don't know what the school is? This is where people learn magic, uhh…”
“Nikki.” Anika said. She didn't trust Lilly to know her full name.
“Yes, Nikki. Now, we'll start learning tomorrow- it's getting dark. I'll lead you to your room.”
That night, Anika slept on a feather bed in a room in the school. It was better than camping out in the creepy woods at night. But she couldn't sleep. She was thinking about Lilly, and the Dark Forests, magic, and her mother. She was just about to drift off to sleep when she heard talking outside her bedroom. It sounded important, so Anika got up and tiptoed to the door.
“You can't deny it!” It sounded like Lilly. “Nikki looks just like her!”
“Come on, Lillianna. What are the chances?” Another voice came through.
“They could be related. Who knows?” Lilly's voice sounded angry. “She is still on the run, and could be dead by now!”
“She's not.” The other voice was firm. “She has magic beyond anything else, except maybe the Witch herself. And you know the Witch would immediately start celebrating- that is, killing- if she was dead.”
“Maybe. But the war is over! What if the Witch is dead?” Lilly said.
“Then she would come back to us.”
“What if they are both dead?”
“They aren't, Lilly, and you know it. And the war isn't over either. The Witch could strike at any time. We still need to be prepared.” The voice was hard, as if he himself did not want to believe it.
The voices moved away down the hall.
Anika's mind was whirring from the new info she received. What war? What Witch? Who were they talking about? The person she looked like?
Anika needed to clear her head.
She opened the door a crack, and saw no one there, so she headed down the hall and outside.
Sitting beneath a tree in the cool night air helped Anika clear her head. When she finally calmed down, she began to wonder about the things she heard.
I wonder what they meant by a war. Was it with whoever the ‘Witch’ is? I'll definitely try to figure out in the morning. Anika almost dozed of there, but a loud clomping woke her.
Someone was coming!
The gates opened and a brown horse came riding through. The horse's rider was wearing armor and a helmet with a blue feather. A heavy visor covered his face. The knight expertly guided his horse down the walkway.
As if he could sense someone was watching him, the knight looked around him nervously.
When his eyes landed on Anika, he froze and almost slid off his horse.
“Hello?” Anika said tentatively.
“Hello,” the knight said gruffly. “You're a student? Shouldn't you be in bed?”
“Yes,” Anika said nervously. “I was just going.”
The knight nodded. “Are you staying in the school?”
Anika nodded.
The knight gave a curt nod back. “I should tell the teachers you were out here.”
“Oh, no,” Anika pleaded. “I don't want them to know. I might have… heard something I wasn't supposed to.”
The knight smiled. Or at least Anika thought he did. It was hard to tell with the visor.
“Okay. Good night.”
“Good night.” Anika said, relived.
She ran up the walkway and entered the building, ran down the hall, and buried her self in the blankets.
One story up, Lilly was sitting by the window, looking out over the front gates.
At first she thought the night was one of then looking for the Witch (there were several of them doing that). But when she saw how nervous the night was, she thought slightly otherwise. And when she saw the knight stop when he saw the young girl named Nikki, and talk to her, and let her go back to bed, Lilly was certain she had found her.
But the knight might know who Lilly was too.
She had to strike before the knight did.
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Daily! 547 words lol
As the leaves were dropping,
The sun was rising,
The pie was baking,
And she planted the seeds.
Dark days behind,
Hopes- new future- awaken.
A tiny green smudge against the darkness,
New friendship starts to grow.
As the leaves continue falling,
The sun setting,
The smudge becomes a stalk.
And hope starts to bud.
The dark clouds slowly open,
Allowing sunlight to pass,
Shining onto the green
Against the darkness.
As the leaves start crunching,
The rays of hope are spreading,
A mug of tea, steaming,
She helped the green grow.
The fog lifts
Soil and earth
Green.
She holds on to that hope.
As the leaves begin drifting
The stars glimmering
The stalk inches higher, bit by bit,
And so does her hope.
Then the leaves sigh
And the wind blows around her face
The green stands tall, firm in the wind,
And so does she.
As the leaves start slowly dying
The wind crying
The storm blowing
She holds onto the green- the friendship, the hope.
The storm passes
The weather flourishes
The stalk didn't dare to whither
So neither did she.
As the wind blows
The cat snoozes
The pie blackens,
She stands tall.
The small bud of hope
The leaf of friendship
It grows.
As it always should grow.
As the glimmer of green out of the brown
Starts to bud
An everlasting joy-
The green stalk is growing
Then the leaves vanish,
A flurry of frost
Though not of vain
Pure beauty- snow falling.
As the snow is falling,
The fireplace crackling
The wind whispering,
A blanket of pure white surrounds her.
The sky turns bright and blue,
The young stalk, tall and proud
The crickets chirping,
And waves of sunlight spread.
As the snow fades,
The days lengthen,
The world is green.
And her stalk is now a flower.
The flower is bright and cheery.
Friendship and hope paid off-
She has hope and a friend.
She feels… joy.
The dark days are behind.
It is a time of hope, and wonder.
The darkness gone-
The green thrives.
But it is not over.
When it starts, it continues.
Only if you let it,
It stops.
She wouldn't let it stop.
It grew, even more.
What was already green became greener-
She continued to have hope.
Even though the dark days are behind,
Don't forget hope.
Don't forget thanks, because then the darkness will return.
And don't forget love.
Even though. she could've walked away,
The flower having given her joy,
She stayed.
She cared.
She had hope.
And it grew,
More than she thought it would.
Because she didn't give up.
The smudge,
Became a stalk,
Which became a bud
Which became a flower.
An ultimate joy,
All thanks to her.
She had hope-
Which made the green grow.
If she hadn't…
The darkness,
The helplessness, the fear
It would all come back.
So she planted-
Seeds of hope- each one a hope for something better-
Year after year,
Her garden grew bigger.
Her garden of hope,
Of friendship
Of love
Of happiness.
Every seed, guarded with care,
It thrives.
She is more than joyful.
She is free.
Always have hope.
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Hi so i don't know why i did a poem… is that okay?
Hope you like it!
As the leaves were dropping,
The sun was rising,
The pie was baking,
And she planted the seeds.
Dark days behind,
Hopes- new future- awaken.
A tiny green smudge against the darkness,
New friendship starts to grow.
As the leaves continue falling,
The sun setting,
The smudge becomes a stalk.
And hope starts to bud.
The dark clouds slowly open,
Allowing sunlight to pass,
Shining onto the green
Against the darkness.
As the leaves start crunching,
The rays of hope are spreading,
A mug of tea, steaming,
She helped the green grow.
The fog lifts
Soil and earth
Green.
She holds on to that hope.
As the leaves begin drifting
The stars glimmering
The stalk inches higher, bit by bit,
And so does her hope.
Then the leaves sigh
And the wind blows around her face
The green stands tall, firm in the wind,
And so does she.
As the leaves start slowly dying
The wind crying
The storm blowing
She holds onto the green- the friendship, the hope.
The storm passes
The weather flourishes
The stalk didn't dare to whither
So neither did she.
As the wind blows
The cat snoozes
The pie blackens,
She stands tall.
The small bud of hope
The leaf of friendship
It grows.
As it always should grow.
As the glimmer of green out of the brown
Starts to bud
An everlasting joy-
The green stalk is growing
Then the leaves vanish,
A flurry of frost
Though not of vain
Pure beauty- snow falling.
As the snow is falling,
The fireplace crackling
The wind whispering,
A blanket of pure white surrounds her.
The sky turns bright and blue,
The young stalk, tall and proud
The crickets chirping,
And waves of sunlight spread.
As the snow fades,
The days lengthen,
The world is green.
And her stalk is now a flower.
The flower is bright and cheery.
Friendship and hope paid off-
She has hope and a friend.
She feels… joy.
The dark days are behind.
It is a time of hope, and wonder.
The darkness gone-
The green thrives.
But it is not over.
When it starts, it continues.
Only if you let it,
It stops.
She wouldn't let it stop.
It grew, even more.
What was already green became greener-
She continued to have hope.
Even though the dark days are behind,
Don't forget hope.
Don't forget thanks, because then the darkness will return.
And don't forget love.
Even though. she could've walked away,
The flower having given her joy,
She stayed.
She cared.
She had hope.
And it grew,
More than she thought it would.
Because she didn't give up.
The smudge,
Became a stalk,
Which became a bud
Which became a flower.
An ultimate joy,
All thanks to her.
She had hope-
Which made the green grow.
If she hadn't…
The darkness,
The helplessness, the fear
It would all come back.
So she planted-
Seeds of hope- each one a hope for something better-
Year after year,
Her garden grew bigger.
Her garden of hope,
Of friendship
Of love
Of happiness.
Every seed, guarded with care,
It thrives.
She is more than joyful.
She is free.
Always have hope.
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Hi so i don't know why i did a poem… is that okay?
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Word War with @lunar-x-celestiial 256 words
Juli woke, dazed. “Where am I?” she said out loud.
“Fruit World,” said a voice from behind her. “Lucky you didn't go through Monster World or Nightmare World. Did you take the portal?”
Juli nodded. Then she got a good look at the person.
Juli stumbled backwards. "Why, you're a mango!“
”Indeed I am,“ the mango sounded a bit annoyed. ”Now, we can't leave you lying here, can we? Follow me.“
So Juli followed the kindly mango through the streets. Everywhere she looked, she saw fruits- apples and oranges and bananas and blueberries- there were too many to count.
”So, what's your name?“ Juli asked the mango.
”You can call me Mango. All mangos are named Mango. Like all oranges are name Orange. And all grapes are named Grape. Though one time I did meet a grape called Juice. Nice guy.“
”Umm… okay." Juli stared around at the Fruit World. All the fruits seemed as curious of her as she was of them.
The last thing I ever expected she thought. Was to meet a mango, nonetheless other fruits
“Uh oh,” Mango said. “There's Kiwi over there. He's as tangy as he looks.”
While Juli was trying to look for the kiwi, she bumped into one. “Oops, sorry.”
“Mango!” the kiwi boomed. “Nice to see you, old friend!”
Mango embraced him. “You too!”
Juli was confused. “You said Kiwi was mean.”
“Oh yes, Kiwi is mean. But this my old friend, Kiwi.”
Now Juli was getting very confused
Juli woke, dazed. “Where am I?” she said out loud.
“Fruit World,” said a voice from behind her. “Lucky you didn't go through Monster World or Nightmare World. Did you take the portal?”
Juli nodded. Then she got a good look at the person.
Juli stumbled backwards. "Why, you're a mango!“
”Indeed I am,“ the mango sounded a bit annoyed. ”Now, we can't leave you lying here, can we? Follow me.“
So Juli followed the kindly mango through the streets. Everywhere she looked, she saw fruits- apples and oranges and bananas and blueberries- there were too many to count.
”So, what's your name?“ Juli asked the mango.
”You can call me Mango. All mangos are named Mango. Like all oranges are name Orange. And all grapes are named Grape. Though one time I did meet a grape called Juice. Nice guy.“
”Umm… okay." Juli stared around at the Fruit World. All the fruits seemed as curious of her as she was of them.
The last thing I ever expected she thought. Was to meet a mango, nonetheless other fruits
“Uh oh,” Mango said. “There's Kiwi over there. He's as tangy as he looks.”
While Juli was trying to look for the kiwi, she bumped into one. “Oops, sorry.”
“Mango!” the kiwi boomed. “Nice to see you, old friend!”
Mango embraced him. “You too!”
Juli was confused. “You said Kiwi was mean.”
“Oh yes, Kiwi is mean. But this my old friend, Kiwi.”
Now Juli was getting very confused
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Word War with @reallybigwords
Jen ran. And ran. Sweat dripped of her nose but she didn't care to wipe it. She just ran, ran from the gate.
When she finally stopped, Jen cried. And cried. And cried.
Oh, what had they done to Samuel? she thought. How dare they take a innocent young boy for no reason? How dare they?
Jen finally got up, dried her tears, and was about to run again, just run, from the injustice, when she realized something.
Samuel needed help. She didn't want to run away; she wanted to run towards. She was the only person right now who could save them.
So Jen got up, braced herself, and ran the opposite way.Trembling with fear, Jen approached the gates. At least she knew what to do, unlike last time.
“Open!” Jen commanded the gates. Several metal statues came to life.
“To enter,” they said in their creepy voices. “You must solve this riddle. If you don't on the first try, you will meet your doom. Here it is: ‘I run, but do not walk. I have a bed, but do not sleep. I have a mouth, but do not eat. And I have a bank, with no money. What am I?’”
Jen was doomed. How? thought wildly. This is a different riddle! Jen focused on the riddle.
“Is it…” she hesitated. “A river?”
The statues slowly walked out of the way, clearing a path. Jen felt a rush of
Jen ran. And ran. Sweat dripped of her nose but she didn't care to wipe it. She just ran, ran from the gate.
When she finally stopped, Jen cried. And cried. And cried.
Oh, what had they done to Samuel? she thought. How dare they take a innocent young boy for no reason? How dare they?
Jen finally got up, dried her tears, and was about to run again, just run, from the injustice, when she realized something.
Samuel needed help. She didn't want to run away; she wanted to run towards. She was the only person right now who could save them.
So Jen got up, braced herself, and ran the opposite way.Trembling with fear, Jen approached the gates. At least she knew what to do, unlike last time.
“Open!” Jen commanded the gates. Several metal statues came to life.
“To enter,” they said in their creepy voices. “You must solve this riddle. If you don't on the first try, you will meet your doom. Here it is: ‘I run, but do not walk. I have a bed, but do not sleep. I have a mouth, but do not eat. And I have a bank, with no money. What am I?’”
Jen was doomed. How? thought wildly. This is a different riddle! Jen focused on the riddle.
“Is it…” she hesitated. “A river?”
The statues slowly walked out of the way, clearing a path. Jen felt a rush of
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“Erin,” I called. “Don't go wandering around.”
Erin's five year old face frowned. “I'm not, Juli. I'm looking at the birds. You're bossy.”
I sighed. The world was a dangerous place, though five year old sisters don't really understand that. Ever since our parents d!ed, I felt like I had to care for little Erin more than ever. Make sure no more blo0d was ever involved.
“Ooh, look at that pretty robin flying around.” Erin flapped her arms, as if she wanted to fly too. Then, as fast as her 5 year old legs could carry her, Erin ran underneath the bird while it soared above her.
The robin looked down and seemed to smile. It zoomed across the next street.
That's when I saw it. Veering around the corner.
A car.
Zooming down the road.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Except…
My parents d!ed in a car crash.
Erin dashed across the street, intent only on looking at that pretty robin on the other side.
The car zoomed down the street… I was frozen….
Suddenly, the robin flew up and went right in front of the windsheild. The car skidded into a brake, feet away from my sister.
Scooping her up, I ran inside our house (the one my parents had left for us) and breathed heavily.
When I opened the door, finally, the robin was waiting for me. She cocked her head as if to say Aren't you going to thank me?
“Yes!” I told her. “Yes, thank you so much!”
The robin seemed to bow. Then, suddenly, she started spinning. Golden light flashed. The legs grew longer, the head bigger…
And standing there was a young girl wearing pretty red robes
“Erin,” I called. “Don't go wandering around.”
Erin's five year old face frowned. “I'm not, Juli. I'm looking at the birds. You're bossy.”
I sighed. The world was a dangerous place, though five year old sisters don't really understand that. Ever since our parents d!ed, I felt like I had to care for little Erin more than ever. Make sure no more blo0d was ever involved.
“Ooh, look at that pretty robin flying around.” Erin flapped her arms, as if she wanted to fly too. Then, as fast as her 5 year old legs could carry her, Erin ran underneath the bird while it soared above her.
The robin looked down and seemed to smile. It zoomed across the next street.
That's when I saw it. Veering around the corner.
A car.
Zooming down the road.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Except…
My parents d!ed in a car crash.
Erin dashed across the street, intent only on looking at that pretty robin on the other side.
The car zoomed down the street… I was frozen….
Suddenly, the robin flew up and went right in front of the windsheild. The car skidded into a brake, feet away from my sister.
Scooping her up, I ran inside our house (the one my parents had left for us) and breathed heavily.
When I opened the door, finally, the robin was waiting for me. She cocked her head as if to say Aren't you going to thank me?
“Yes!” I told her. “Yes, thank you so much!”
The robin seemed to bow. Then, suddenly, she started spinning. Golden light flashed. The legs grew longer, the head bigger…
And standing there was a young girl wearing pretty red robes
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Weekly #2 for SWC! 1718 words <3
Part 1 (474 words):
Lucy: Hello, Erin. What brings you here?
Erin (curtly): Greetings, Lucy. You know why I'm here.
Lucy (gulp): Yes, I do. You will do anything to snoop in other people's way, huh?
Erin (grinning slyly): Really, Lucy, is that a way to greet an old friend?
Lucy (smiling): Nope! It's not; you should really work on that.
Erin: And you should work more on friendship, Lucy Snowdrop.
Lucy: It's not my fault you ditched me.
Erin: I so did not. You just found Juli and then ditched me.
Lucy (sighing): I'm sorry you feel that way. Me and Juli just… found something.
Erin: And you didn't bother to share the ‘something’ with me, huh?
Lucy: I'm sorry Erin. We couldn't. Then…
Erin crosses her arms.
Lucy: But maybe we could… now…
Erin (curious): What do you mean?
Lucy (lowering her voice): Erin, the thing we found… it wasn't a thing. It was a secret. And a not very good one, at that.
Erin leaned closer.
Lucy (very softly): Erin… magic is real! And…
Erin smiles at first. But then the smile slowly slips away.
Erin: Yes?
Lucy: And… it's not exactly good magic.
Erin (entranced): What do you mean?
Lucy (hesitating): You see, me and Juli found out… but on purpose. We were… chosen. Whoever was before us probably thought that we make a good team. They were wrong. Juli was bossy and selfish; for whatever good deed we did for the world of magic, she would take all the credit. Anyway, we were chosen to be the pair of people to take care of the magic world. They always have two protectors from our world, and two from the magic land. We have met the protectors from the magic world. Anika and Haley were actually born here, but had magic in their blood, so technically were from the magic world. They're really nice. Anyway, there was a war going on and a lot of bad wizards were around. Magic was almost never used for good! But now some good people are trying to learn magic to fight the bad ones.
Erin (breathless): Why are you telling me this?
Lucy (smiling): There are always two protectors from a world, Erin. Juli is gone now. We, er, were friends. We work good together. And there's no turning back now that I've told you all this…
Erin: You want me to take Juli's place. And be friends again.
Lucy: Yes.
Part 2 (292 words):
Waiting for SWC:
I can't wait for SWC
For November to begin.
I want to do the daily
To walk down to the main cabin again.
I can't wait for the dailies
And weeklies (if I get them done)
I can't wait for cabin wars
And lots and lots of fun.
(chorus)
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
When I get my writing done.
I can't wait for critiquitaire
Or a word war
I can't wait for cabin mates
And mango juice to pour.
I can't wait for the sign-ups
To come out.
I can't wait for mangos
'Cause that's what it's about.
(chorus)
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
When I have lots of fun.
I can't wait for the writing competition
And I can't wait to win ^^
I can't wait to write
A light in the din.
I can't wait for my cabin
Or the writing magic.
I can't wait for matching pfps
(They make me go ballistic)
(chorus)
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
When I get inspiration.
I can't wait for adding words
Or a cabin war
Or the mangos;
I always want more.
I can't wait to get inspired.
Or make new friends.
Or the daily team
The fun never ends.
(chorus)
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
When I eat mangos.
I can't wait for writing
Far into the night
I can't wait for typing
With all my might.
I can't wait for November
So my heart will be mended.
I can't wait for next session
Though July just ended.
Part 3 (761 words):
Violet's typical day(s) at SWC:
Violet dashed to the main cabin, eager to add points to adventure from the daily. She saw another silhouette racing in the darkness. Catching up, Violet saw Silvi (a Steampunk camper), Violet's good friend from past SWC sessions.
“Silvi! Hi!” Violet said, out of breath as she caught up.
“Hi Violet!” she grinned. “I'm guessing, you came because the new daily starts in…” Silvi checked her watch. “Three minutes!”
“Um, yes,” Violet giggled. “Though I'm also going to claim 400 points for Adventure from this daily…”
Silvi laughed. “Why do you do everything last-minute?” she teased.
Violet laughed too, before realizing that someone else had appeared from the shadows.
“Faith! It's so good to see you!” Violet smiled. "Okay, come on, you're both in Steampunk? I feel betrayed…“
The three friends laughed. ”Maybe you could join us over here.“ Silvi teased. ”Steampunk for the win!“
”No, maybe you guys should join us at Adventure Island.“ Violet grinned. ”We have mangos!“
I would tell you what happened next, but the three friends were in a mango trance. Let's just skip to the part where they snapped out of it when they heard chaotic yelling from inside.
”Let's go check it out.“ Faith said, running for the door.
Violet stepped into the main cabin, only to have a shoe fly by her ear. She quickly located Alia and CJ, her leaders from Adventure.
”It's Chaos Never Dies Day!“ Alia calls, already knowing what Violet was going to ask. And indeed it was; everybody was throwing things and yelling. Violet checked the daily, but it read ‘A shoe flies past your ear…’ and ‘It’s Chaos Never Dies Day!' Violet wondered how that could possibly be true until she saw Moonsy throwing shoes at everybody coming in.
Violet quickly got excited because she loves chaos probably more than anything in the world (except writing, reading, and mangos). She quickly located Lily, a friend from the former session, when they both were in Adventure. Now Lily was in Steampunk. Like everybody else.
Lily is singing with Lilac and Skye, two amazing campers Violet had met this session.
Lilac sings in a high-pitched, singsong, very bad singing voice, ”Chaos rules supreme! Chaos rules supreme! I feel CHAOTIC!“
Skye joined her in screaming about how amazing chaos is. ”CHAOS IS THE BEST!“ She threw confetti all over the ground of the main cabin. ”I LOVE CHAOS!!!!!“
Lily yelled ”CHAOSSSSSS- oh hi!“ before tossing mango plushies everywhere.
Somewhat confused, Lilac ran forward and caught one in her mouth.
Violet now joins the fun. ”CHAOS!!!“ she screams. ”I LOVE CHAOS!“ Violet find a shoe Moonlit threw and throws it back at her. Then she grabs a mango from her sack (see above) and yells ”CHAOS!!!“ She is about to throw the mango when she decides better and eats it instead.
Lily grins at Violet, munching on one of her one mangoes. ”ROLEPLAY DAY CHAOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS CABIN.“
”YESSSSSSS“ Violet smiles. ”I LOVE CHAOS!“
And it went on for the rest of the day. Chaos, eating mangos, laughing, and eating more mangos was the perfect way for Violet to spend her afternoon.
The next day, all fueled up, Violet ran over to the main cabin to find a banner displaying the words ”CABIN WARS".
Excited, Violet set a war on Sci-fi before dashing over Adventure Island to help her cabin with cabin wars. Luckily, Adventure did not lose a single war! And Violet wrote a lot.
After adding it all to her word counts, Violet jogs over to see some friends.
Meeting up with Faith at the main cabin, Violet word warred her and won (so another 125 points to Adventure!).
Later, Violet met up with Sunny and Rockie, two of her very best friends, in the former Adventure cabin from July. They had fun remembering their memories from last session when they were all in that cabin, and yakking friendly competition talk- they currently were in different cabins; Dystopian (Sunny) and leading Myth (Rockie).
Meeting up with Faith again, Violet started writing their novel collab- or not. Faith and Violet laughed hysterically, because nobody wanted to go next.
After the “You go!” and “No, you go!” was over, Violet headed back to her cabin, thinking she should probably sleep, but she still had to do the last part of her weekly. So she started writing.
30 minutes later, it was done (yes i know, but she had to go for dinner!).
And you have just finished reading it right now.
Part 1 (474 words):
Lucy: Hello, Erin. What brings you here?
Erin (curtly): Greetings, Lucy. You know why I'm here.
Lucy (gulp): Yes, I do. You will do anything to snoop in other people's way, huh?
Erin (grinning slyly): Really, Lucy, is that a way to greet an old friend?
Lucy (smiling): Nope! It's not; you should really work on that.
Erin: And you should work more on friendship, Lucy Snowdrop.
Lucy: It's not my fault you ditched me.
Erin: I so did not. You just found Juli and then ditched me.
Lucy (sighing): I'm sorry you feel that way. Me and Juli just… found something.
Erin: And you didn't bother to share the ‘something’ with me, huh?
Lucy: I'm sorry Erin. We couldn't. Then…
Erin crosses her arms.
Lucy: But maybe we could… now…
Erin (curious): What do you mean?
Lucy (lowering her voice): Erin, the thing we found… it wasn't a thing. It was a secret. And a not very good one, at that.
Erin leaned closer.
Lucy (very softly): Erin… magic is real! And…
Erin smiles at first. But then the smile slowly slips away.
Erin: Yes?
Lucy: And… it's not exactly good magic.
Erin (entranced): What do you mean?
Lucy (hesitating): You see, me and Juli found out… but on purpose. We were… chosen. Whoever was before us probably thought that we make a good team. They were wrong. Juli was bossy and selfish; for whatever good deed we did for the world of magic, she would take all the credit. Anyway, we were chosen to be the pair of people to take care of the magic world. They always have two protectors from our world, and two from the magic land. We have met the protectors from the magic world. Anika and Haley were actually born here, but had magic in their blood, so technically were from the magic world. They're really nice. Anyway, there was a war going on and a lot of bad wizards were around. Magic was almost never used for good! But now some good people are trying to learn magic to fight the bad ones.
Erin (breathless): Why are you telling me this?
Lucy (smiling): There are always two protectors from a world, Erin. Juli is gone now. We, er, were friends. We work good together. And there's no turning back now that I've told you all this…
Erin: You want me to take Juli's place. And be friends again.
Lucy: Yes.
Part 2 (292 words):
Hi so I'm just doing a song about SWC- is that okay? Sorry my part 1 wasn't very humorous lol <3
Waiting for SWC:
I can't wait for SWC
For November to begin.
I want to do the daily
To walk down to the main cabin again.
I can't wait for the dailies
And weeklies (if I get them done)
I can't wait for cabin wars
And lots and lots of fun.
(chorus)
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
When I get my writing done.
I can't wait for critiquitaire
Or a word war
I can't wait for cabin mates
And mango juice to pour.
I can't wait for the sign-ups
To come out.
I can't wait for mangos
'Cause that's what it's about.
(chorus)
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
When I have lots of fun.
I can't wait for the writing competition
And I can't wait to win ^^
I can't wait to write
A light in the din.
I can't wait for my cabin
Or the writing magic.
I can't wait for matching pfps
(They make me go ballistic)
(chorus)
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
When I get inspiration.
I can't wait for adding words
Or a cabin war
Or the mangos;
I always want more.
I can't wait to get inspired.
Or make new friends.
Or the daily team
The fun never ends.
(chorus)
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
I can't wait for SWC
When I eat mangos.
I can't wait for writing
Far into the night
I can't wait for typing
With all my might.
I can't wait for November
So my heart will be mended.
I can't wait for next session
Though July just ended.
Part 3 (761 words):
Violet's typical day(s) at SWC:
Violet dashed to the main cabin, eager to add points to adventure from the daily. She saw another silhouette racing in the darkness. Catching up, Violet saw Silvi (a Steampunk camper), Violet's good friend from past SWC sessions.
“Silvi! Hi!” Violet said, out of breath as she caught up.
“Hi Violet!” she grinned. “I'm guessing, you came because the new daily starts in…” Silvi checked her watch. “Three minutes!”
“Um, yes,” Violet giggled. “Though I'm also going to claim 400 points for Adventure from this daily…”
Silvi laughed. “Why do you do everything last-minute?” she teased.
Violet laughed too, before realizing that someone else had appeared from the shadows.
“Faith! It's so good to see you!” Violet smiled. "Okay, come on, you're both in Steampunk? I feel betrayed…“
The three friends laughed. ”Maybe you could join us over here.“ Silvi teased. ”Steampunk for the win!“
”No, maybe you guys should join us at Adventure Island.“ Violet grinned. ”We have mangos!“
I would tell you what happened next, but the three friends were in a mango trance. Let's just skip to the part where they snapped out of it when they heard chaotic yelling from inside.
”Let's go check it out.“ Faith said, running for the door.
Violet stepped into the main cabin, only to have a shoe fly by her ear. She quickly located Alia and CJ, her leaders from Adventure.
”It's Chaos Never Dies Day!“ Alia calls, already knowing what Violet was going to ask. And indeed it was; everybody was throwing things and yelling. Violet checked the daily, but it read ‘A shoe flies past your ear…’ and ‘It’s Chaos Never Dies Day!' Violet wondered how that could possibly be true until she saw Moonsy throwing shoes at everybody coming in.
Violet quickly got excited because she loves chaos probably more than anything in the world (except writing, reading, and mangos). She quickly located Lily, a friend from the former session, when they both were in Adventure. Now Lily was in Steampunk. Like everybody else.
Lily is singing with Lilac and Skye, two amazing campers Violet had met this session.
Lilac sings in a high-pitched, singsong, very bad singing voice, ”Chaos rules supreme! Chaos rules supreme! I feel CHAOTIC!“
Skye joined her in screaming about how amazing chaos is. ”CHAOS IS THE BEST!“ She threw confetti all over the ground of the main cabin. ”I LOVE CHAOS!!!!!“
Lily yelled ”CHAOSSSSSS- oh hi!“ before tossing mango plushies everywhere.
Somewhat confused, Lilac ran forward and caught one in her mouth.
Violet now joins the fun. ”CHAOS!!!“ she screams. ”I LOVE CHAOS!“ Violet find a shoe Moonlit threw and throws it back at her. Then she grabs a mango from her sack (see above) and yells ”CHAOS!!!“ She is about to throw the mango when she decides better and eats it instead.
Lily grins at Violet, munching on one of her one mangoes. ”ROLEPLAY DAY CHAOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS CABIN.“
”YESSSSSSS“ Violet smiles. ”I LOVE CHAOS!“
And it went on for the rest of the day. Chaos, eating mangos, laughing, and eating more mangos was the perfect way for Violet to spend her afternoon.
The next day, all fueled up, Violet ran over to the main cabin to find a banner displaying the words ”CABIN WARS".
Excited, Violet set a war on Sci-fi before dashing over Adventure Island to help her cabin with cabin wars. Luckily, Adventure did not lose a single war! And Violet wrote a lot.
After adding it all to her word counts, Violet jogs over to see some friends.
Meeting up with Faith at the main cabin, Violet word warred her and won (so another 125 points to Adventure!).
Later, Violet met up with Sunny and Rockie, two of her very best friends, in the former Adventure cabin from July. They had fun remembering their memories from last session when they were all in that cabin, and yakking friendly competition talk- they currently were in different cabins; Dystopian (Sunny) and leading Myth (Rockie).
Meeting up with Faith again, Violet started writing their novel collab- or not. Faith and Violet laughed hysterically, because nobody wanted to go next.
After the “You go!” and “No, you go!” was over, Violet headed back to her cabin, thinking she should probably sleep, but she still had to do the last part of her weekly. So she started writing.
30 minutes later, it was done (yes i know, but she had to go for dinner!).
And you have just finished reading it right now.
Heehee I hope you liked it <3
Credits to everybody I used in my story: silverlynx-, ReadWriteSing, –tranquility, cb2jkl, MoonlitSeas, lilyjen, Dreamy-Star, –pxppy-aesthetics–, -Sunmeadow-
, rocksalmon800, and of course, dolphin786 (me) XD
Hope you enjoyed!
I must have been crazy to put links for everybody… but y'all are too amazing <3
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Peach stared out the window, oblivious to the fact that Daisy needed help with the dishes.
What had just happened minutes before was shocking. Frightening. Sad. Of course, it was slightly Peach's fault; at the oldest, she had a natural tendency to boss her sisters around, especially for the last few years, since their parents died.
Still, Daisy and Rose had needed directing, right? They were way to heartbroken about their parent's deaths, it made Peach feel like she couldn't be sad herself. Besides, they were almost adults now (Peach was 19, Rose was 18 and a half, and Daisy was 17), so they were tougher than little kids, right?
Anyway, Rose had become a bit annoyed with all that the last few days. I guess being the middle child isn't so easy either. The point is, Rose was tired of their little cottage, tired of Peach's endless prodding about this and that, tired of not being able to go out and explore the world (and maybe boys), and tired of being bossed around when in reality she was only six months younger than Peach.
So she left.
Tears were streaming down her face. She had packed a bag which was slung over her shoulder. As she opened the front door, she turned to Peach and Daisy.
“I can't stay here anymore,” she choked. “I can't and I know it. I'm tired of your being six months over me, Peach. And Daisy, you always insisted you could do it yourself? Now you can.”
“No!” Peach cried. “You can't leave, Rose. We need you.” Tears were falling down her face too.
Rose whirled around to face her. "Well, now you can have more time with Mario if you wish-“ Peach's insides squeezed at Mario's name. ”I'm not going for a plumber, though. You wait. I want to start a life, too, sis.“
At first Peach thought she was trying to be sweet, but Rose looked daggers at her when she tried to get too close.
And with that, Rose opened the door and stalked away.
”WAIT!“ Peach called desperately. ”Rosalina, come back!"
Rose ran down the sidewalk and out of sight.
What had just happened minutes before was shocking. Frightening. Sad. Of course, it was slightly Peach's fault; at the oldest, she had a natural tendency to boss her sisters around, especially for the last few years, since their parents died.
Still, Daisy and Rose had needed directing, right? They were way to heartbroken about their parent's deaths, it made Peach feel like she couldn't be sad herself. Besides, they were almost adults now (Peach was 19, Rose was 18 and a half, and Daisy was 17), so they were tougher than little kids, right?
Anyway, Rose had become a bit annoyed with all that the last few days. I guess being the middle child isn't so easy either. The point is, Rose was tired of their little cottage, tired of Peach's endless prodding about this and that, tired of not being able to go out and explore the world (and maybe boys), and tired of being bossed around when in reality she was only six months younger than Peach.
So she left.
Tears were streaming down her face. She had packed a bag which was slung over her shoulder. As she opened the front door, she turned to Peach and Daisy.
“I can't stay here anymore,” she choked. “I can't and I know it. I'm tired of your being six months over me, Peach. And Daisy, you always insisted you could do it yourself? Now you can.”
“No!” Peach cried. “You can't leave, Rose. We need you.” Tears were falling down her face too.
Rose whirled around to face her. "Well, now you can have more time with Mario if you wish-“ Peach's insides squeezed at Mario's name. ”I'm not going for a plumber, though. You wait. I want to start a life, too, sis.“
At first Peach thought she was trying to be sweet, but Rose looked daggers at her when she tried to get too close.
And with that, Rose opened the door and stalked away.
”WAIT!“ Peach called desperately. ”Rosalina, come back!"
Rose ran down the sidewalk and out of sight.
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Once there was a farm up in Minnisota, called Snowcrow Farm, owned by a man named Mr. Hanks. (It used to be called Hank's Farm, and you'll find out more about that). Mr. Hanks planted seeds for beets and carrots, tomatoes and cabbage. The nearby villagers loved it. So did the crows.
“Go away, you nasty birds!” the farmer would shout. “Get out! Yeah, that's right! Stop eating my seeds.”
So, last year, the farmer installed a scarecrow. That did the trick. Or not- the Hank children adored the scarecrow and played around it- and stepped on Mr. Hank's plants- all day.
Of course, when winter came, the snow came over everything and the scarecrow always had to be taken down. The children were heartbroken that winter.
“We want to play with Mr. Scarecrow.” Polly would whine.
“Yeah, we want to play with Mr. Scarecrow!” Toby always repeated everything Polly said.
“It's no fun in the snow.” Susie would sigh.
Then Larry, the oldest (at six years old), would say “Stop complaining! I think we should play something, like Mr. Scarecrow.”
"You are whining too! And we can't play with Mr. Scarecrow.“ Polly would grumble.
”Yeah, we can't.“ Toby repeated.
”Now, now, children.“ Mrs. Hanks said. ”Stop you're whining. Go play in the snow.“ Mrs. Hanks pushed them outside.
”Now what do we do?“ Susie sighed.
”I want Mr. Scarecrow back.“ Larry grumbled.
”All the snow wold get on him!“ Toby said.
”Hey,“ Polly said, a grin growing on her face. ”We can make another scarecrow. Out of snow, so that if snow falls on him it's okay.“
The others were confused. Even Toby didn't bother to repeat what she said.
”You want to…“ Larry said slowly. ”Make a snowman?“
”Well… yes, I suppose so.“ Polly shrugged. ”One we can play with, like we did with Mr. Scarecrow.“
Everybody was silent for a minute before Susie said ”Yes! I like it. Let's get to work!“
An hour later, the snowman was done.
He had a black hat.
A carrot for a nose.
Buttons on his white ”coat“.
Stick arms.
Blueberry eyes.
And a pebble-y smile.
And at the last minute Toby found some reeds and made a mustache.
”He looks…. Great!“ Poppy said happily.
”Great!“ Toby echoed.
”Let's name him ‘Mr. Snowman’“ Larry grinned.
The children adored Mr. Snowman. For the winter, they played and talked and laughed with. him. He was their friend.
But when spring came and winter ended, they were sad once again.
Until Susie realized ”Hey! Mr. Scarecrow can come back now!"
And so, the four highly imaginative children welcomed their scarecrow friend back.
But Mr. Scarecrow wasn't happy. He new about Mr. Snowman, and he wasn't pleased his beloved children had made a new friend. It was funny, because Mr. Snowman was thinking the same thing when he was melting: Oh, my, spring has come, and my children will take out that hideous hay monster again to play with. I will be forgotten.
But Mr. Snowman wasn't exactly forgotten. Through the year, the children played with Mr. Scarecrow. But when winter fell again, the four children rebuilt Mr. Snowman.
He was thrilled. Mr. Scarecrow was devastated.
And so, the snowman and the scarecrow both thought there should be only one, and one only friend for their children to play with.
“I am snow good at making the children laugh,” the snowman would boast. “I just make my nose fall off.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mr. Scarecrow would reply. "I keep the crows away from their food. And also, if you stayed, they would only have a friend in the winter.“
”They would look forward to it." Mr. Snowman responded icily.
But in the end, both agreed they should both stay.
“Go away, you nasty birds!” the farmer would shout. “Get out! Yeah, that's right! Stop eating my seeds.”
So, last year, the farmer installed a scarecrow. That did the trick. Or not- the Hank children adored the scarecrow and played around it- and stepped on Mr. Hank's plants- all day.
Of course, when winter came, the snow came over everything and the scarecrow always had to be taken down. The children were heartbroken that winter.
“We want to play with Mr. Scarecrow.” Polly would whine.
“Yeah, we want to play with Mr. Scarecrow!” Toby always repeated everything Polly said.
“It's no fun in the snow.” Susie would sigh.
Then Larry, the oldest (at six years old), would say “Stop complaining! I think we should play something, like Mr. Scarecrow.”
"You are whining too! And we can't play with Mr. Scarecrow.“ Polly would grumble.
”Yeah, we can't.“ Toby repeated.
”Now, now, children.“ Mrs. Hanks said. ”Stop you're whining. Go play in the snow.“ Mrs. Hanks pushed them outside.
”Now what do we do?“ Susie sighed.
”I want Mr. Scarecrow back.“ Larry grumbled.
”All the snow wold get on him!“ Toby said.
”Hey,“ Polly said, a grin growing on her face. ”We can make another scarecrow. Out of snow, so that if snow falls on him it's okay.“
The others were confused. Even Toby didn't bother to repeat what she said.
”You want to…“ Larry said slowly. ”Make a snowman?“
”Well… yes, I suppose so.“ Polly shrugged. ”One we can play with, like we did with Mr. Scarecrow.“
Everybody was silent for a minute before Susie said ”Yes! I like it. Let's get to work!“
An hour later, the snowman was done.
He had a black hat.
A carrot for a nose.
Buttons on his white ”coat“.
Stick arms.
Blueberry eyes.
And a pebble-y smile.
And at the last minute Toby found some reeds and made a mustache.
”He looks…. Great!“ Poppy said happily.
”Great!“ Toby echoed.
”Let's name him ‘Mr. Snowman’“ Larry grinned.
The children adored Mr. Snowman. For the winter, they played and talked and laughed with. him. He was their friend.
But when spring came and winter ended, they were sad once again.
Until Susie realized ”Hey! Mr. Scarecrow can come back now!"
And so, the four highly imaginative children welcomed their scarecrow friend back.
But Mr. Scarecrow wasn't happy. He new about Mr. Snowman, and he wasn't pleased his beloved children had made a new friend. It was funny, because Mr. Snowman was thinking the same thing when he was melting: Oh, my, spring has come, and my children will take out that hideous hay monster again to play with. I will be forgotten.
But Mr. Snowman wasn't exactly forgotten. Through the year, the children played with Mr. Scarecrow. But when winter fell again, the four children rebuilt Mr. Snowman.
He was thrilled. Mr. Scarecrow was devastated.
And so, the snowman and the scarecrow both thought there should be only one, and one only friend for their children to play with.
“I am snow good at making the children laugh,” the snowman would boast. “I just make my nose fall off.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mr. Scarecrow would reply. "I keep the crows away from their food. And also, if you stayed, they would only have a friend in the winter.“
”They would look forward to it." Mr. Snowman responded icily.
But in the end, both agreed they should both stay.
Author's Note:
This is a ramble I just did and decided to use it for cabin wars. It also makes a good bedtime story for my younger brother.
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Have you ever wanted to have fun while listening to the teacher talking endlessly in math class? English class? History?
Well then, we have the perfect thing for you!
Introducing… the amazing 800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes! Made by the Amazing 800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes CompanyTM! Buy now at your local store!
I know you're asking “What does the ‘800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes’ do?” Good question! First of all, it's kinda a hassle for us to always say ‘800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes’ every time, so now we are going to refer to it as the DMGFYMAAOC (it stands for 'Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes').
Anyway, the DMGFYMAAOC is a type of glasses that looks just like eye glasses (because they are eye glasses!). And while your math (and all other) teachers are talking, talking, talking away about fractions and decimals and percents and calculus and trig and blah blah blah, through your glasses you can watch a movie. The glasses are covered with a highly ingenious type of screen that is see-through. The circuits are inside the frames. From your side, you watch a movie. From the teacher's side, well, they just see through the lens into your eye (which seems to be staring them, when really you are watching Toy Story. Actually, Toy Story is not available on the glasses. Neither is any other movie, except for amazing videos advertising the DMGFYMAAOC and the Amazing 800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes CompanyTM).
If you're not convinced, here is a list of reasons why you should buy the DMGFYMAAOC:
- No more being bored in math (and all other) classes!*
- Can watch movies every day!
- No one will know! They just see through the lens!**
- The Amazing 800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes CompanyTM will get money!
- Cheap! Only 50,000,000,000 dollars a month for rental and 90,000,000,000,000,000,000,001,000 to buy! You can get it with your allowance money!***
- Easily battery-chargeable!****
- MOVIES!!!!!*****
Buy the DMGFYMAAOC anywhere! A toy store! A hardware store! A rubbish store! A grocery store! Buy! Buy, buy, buy!
*Of course, that also means no more homework! Because if you don't listen to your teacher, you won't know the material and will fail on the homework anyway- no point in doing it!
**As we mentioned before, the lens are see through because the circuits are in the glasses frames, so there might be a constant buzzing in your ear from them.
***You might have to ask your parents for a raise, but it's worth it!
****Might take about 13 weeks to charge at a time (usually more), but then it will run for about 7 minutes (usually less)
*****Not all movies might be available, but the best part is the surprise! The glasses randomly chose a movie for you to watch! Not getting to choose is the best part!
Have you ever wanted to have fun while listening to the teacher talking endlessly in math class? English class? History?
Well then, we have the perfect thing for you!
Introducing… the amazing 800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes! Made by the Amazing 800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes CompanyTM! Buy now at your local store!
I know you're asking “What does the ‘800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes’ do?” Good question! First of all, it's kinda a hassle for us to always say ‘800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes’ every time, so now we are going to refer to it as the DMGFYMAAOC (it stands for 'Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes').
Anyway, the DMGFYMAAOC is a type of glasses that looks just like eye glasses (because they are eye glasses!). And while your math (and all other) teachers are talking, talking, talking away about fractions and decimals and percents and calculus and trig and blah blah blah, through your glasses you can watch a movie. The glasses are covered with a highly ingenious type of screen that is see-through. The circuits are inside the frames. From your side, you watch a movie. From the teacher's side, well, they just see through the lens into your eye (which seems to be staring them, when really you are watching Toy Story. Actually, Toy Story is not available on the glasses. Neither is any other movie, except for amazing videos advertising the DMGFYMAAOC and the Amazing 800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes CompanyTM).
If you're not convinced, here is a list of reasons why you should buy the DMGFYMAAOC:
- No more being bored in math (and all other) classes!*
- Can watch movies every day!
- No one will know! They just see through the lens!**
- The Amazing 800 Deluxe Movie Glasses For Your Math (And All Other) Classes CompanyTM will get money!
- Cheap! Only 50,000,000,000 dollars a month for rental and 90,000,000,000,000,000,000,001,000 to buy! You can get it with your allowance money!***
- Easily battery-chargeable!****
- MOVIES!!!!!*****
Buy the DMGFYMAAOC anywhere! A toy store! A hardware store! A rubbish store! A grocery store! Buy! Buy, buy, buy!
*Of course, that also means no more homework! Because if you don't listen to your teacher, you won't know the material and will fail on the homework anyway- no point in doing it!
**As we mentioned before, the lens are see through because the circuits are in the glasses frames, so there might be a constant buzzing in your ear from them.
***You might have to ask your parents for a raise, but it's worth it!
****Might take about 13 weeks to charge at a time (usually more), but then it will run for about 7 minutes (usually less)
*****Not all movies might be available, but the best part is the surprise! The glasses randomly chose a movie for you to watch! Not getting to choose is the best part!
Author's Note:
Hi! So as you can see, the DMGFYMAAOC is very silly and made-up (it does not even work- did you see how long it takes to charge? Also, the only movies on there are advertisement videos about the DMGFYMAAOC) So, I sent out this notice: DO NOT BUY THE DMGFYMAAOC!!!!
Thank you for reading.
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when green flag clicked
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say [I NEED COOKIES.]
say [I also need mangos.]
play sound [sigh v]
say [And I need motivation for the weekly.]
end
switch costume to [ eating cookies v]
change [ happiness v] by (100)
think [Now I need mangos...] for (2) secs
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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ… <3 xxx words
This session was AMAZING I met so many new people- loads of fun- *hands out mangos* So lots of thanks to…
- cb2jkl and –tranquility
OMG YOU GUYS ARE LIKE, THE BEST LEADERS POSSIBLE TY TY TY TY TY so slay <333 it was a pleasure being in your cabin i really hope we see each other again in March
DDD adventure forever hehe <3 this, believe it or not, was my second session 
tysm for making it so special <3333
- SWC Hosts (MoonlitSeas, Stariqe, Sunclaw68, Luna-Lovegood-LOL, -redredrobin-, and mossflower29)
OMG you guys are slayyyy <3333 tysm for everything (particularly making SWC possible) tysm for everything <3
- All my fellow Adventure campers
We did good you guys hehe i hope we see each other again in March! *hands out mangos* adventure forever! and of course, a cabin isn't anything without it's people…
- ReadWriteSing, Xx_Hermione_xX, silverlynx-, and lilyjen
Hello Faith, Willow, Silvi, and Lily. First of all, why are all my friends in Steampunk!? :sobs: >;DDD well, you'll see sense soon, when Adventure wins… /j ok enough of that- YAY THANK YOU ALL YOU ARE ALL AMAZING FRIENDS <3333 and TY (especially Faith and Silvi. >:]) FOR GIVING ME MOTIVATION AND MANGOSDDD you guys are the besttttt <3 AND NEXT TIME, MAkE sUrE tO bE In adVeNTuRe!!! (or whatever cabin i am in lol) but yeah you guys are amazing friends i am so lucky to have you <3333333333333 *hands out mangos and cookies*
- more to be added sorry i'm busy
This session was AMAZING I met so many new people- loads of fun- *hands out mangos* So lots of thanks to…
- cb2jkl and –tranquility
OMG YOU GUYS ARE LIKE, THE BEST LEADERS POSSIBLE TY TY TY TY TY so slay <333 it was a pleasure being in your cabin i really hope we see each other again in March
DDD adventure forever hehe <3 this, believe it or not, was my second session 
tysm for making it so special <3333- SWC Hosts (MoonlitSeas, Stariqe, Sunclaw68, Luna-Lovegood-LOL, -redredrobin-, and mossflower29)
OMG you guys are slayyyy <3333 tysm for everything (particularly making SWC possible)
tysm for everything <3- All my fellow Adventure campers
We did good you guys hehe
i hope we see each other again in March! *hands out mangos* adventure forever! and of course, a cabin isn't anything without it's people… - ReadWriteSing, Xx_Hermione_xX, silverlynx-, and lilyjen
Hello Faith, Willow, Silvi, and Lily. First of all, why are all my friends in Steampunk!? :sobs: >;DDD well, you'll see sense soon, when Adventure wins… /j ok enough of that- YAY THANK YOU ALL YOU ARE ALL AMAZING FRIENDS <3333 and TY (especially Faith and Silvi. >:]) FOR GIVING ME MOTIVATION AND MANGOS
DDD you guys are the besttttt <3 AND NEXT TIME, MAkE sUrE tO bE In adVeNTuRe!!! (or whatever cabin i am in lol) but yeah you guys are amazing friends i am so lucky to have you <3333333333333 *hands out mangos and cookies*- more to be added sorry i'm busy
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Hi, so this is a list of all the Scratch camps I've been in 
you're free to look if you want- it isn't much yet, but will be updated regularly.
Completed camps:
SWC - July 2023 - camper
SRC - August 2023 - camper
Pixiedust - October 2023 - camper
SWC - November 2023 - camper
SRC - December 2023 - camper
SIC - December 2023 - camper
JWC - January 2024 - camper
SAC - February 2024 - camper
In-progress camps:
other SRC (or SRC.2) - Dec-March 2023-2024 - leader/host
SWC - March 2024 - camper
Coming-soon camps:
Pixiedust - April 2024 - leader (if my leader application does not get accepted then camper)
SRC - April 2024 - camper
SWC - July 2024 - camper or co-leader
I became the host for SRC.2 because -The-Book-Buddy- can't do it anymore…
Yay! SWC! Go Thriller Insect Academy! *hands out mangos*
you're free to look if you want- it isn't much yet, but will be updated regularly.Completed camps:
SWC - July 2023 - camper
SRC - August 2023 - camper
Pixiedust - October 2023 - camper
SWC - November 2023 - camper
SRC - December 2023 - camper
SIC - December 2023 - camper
JWC - January 2024 - camper
SAC - February 2024 - camper
In-progress camps:
other SRC (or SRC.2) - Dec-March 2023-2024 - leader/host
SWC - March 2024 - camper
Coming-soon camps:
Pixiedust - April 2024 - leader (if my leader application does not get accepted then camper)
SRC - April 2024 - camper
SWC - July 2024 - camper or co-leader
I became the host for SRC.2 because -The-Book-Buddy- can't do it anymore…
Yay! SWC! Go Thriller Insect Academy! *hands out mangos*
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Weekly for SRC!
Hello everyone, and welcome to the first weekly! Let's get started!
Part 1:
Quick, look to your left! The first thing you see, write it down. Now, find a book starting with the first letter of that thing. For example, the first thing I saw was a hat. So, I might choose something like Harry Potter or the Hunger Games. Read at least 50 pages of that book.
Now, write a short summary of what you just read. What do you think will happen next? What could the characters do better? What would you do if you were in the story?
Use a forum to write your summary in. If you don't know how to make one, directions are here:
Your summary should be at least 50 words. Have fun, be creative! Here's an example:
Part 2:
All right! You started reading a book and even wrote a summary! For this segment, find another item in the room. This time, you are going to find two books that both have or connect to that item in some way. For example, if this time the see my cat snoozing on the bed, I might choose Crenshaw by Katherine Applegate and Warriors by Erin Hunter, for both have cats.
However, if the cat does not have a real impact on the story, then that is not valid. For example, in Baker's Magic by Diane Zahler, Master Bouts has a cat name Kaatje, and the characters do talk about her, but she doesn't influence the story very much, therefore reading Baker's Magic would not be valid (sadly).
After you've chosen them, read at least 25 pages of each. Thoughts? Opinions? How are they different? Similar? Where do the cats (or whatever your object is) fit in? Write all these thoughts down in your forum.
Example:
This segment will earn you 150 points for your cabin!
Part 3:
Welcome to the final segment! Great job for making it this far!
Previously, we have done reflection on your favorite books. But our opinions are different- today you are going to read 30 pages of a book of your choice to someone! (Examples of who you can read to: a parent, a younger sibling, an older sibling, your cat, etc.) Choose your book and person (or cat), and get reading! It can be any book (even one you wrote yourself) and you don't have to do it all at once- take your time, stretch it over a few days. Ask them how they thought of it when you finish!
For proof, simply say something like:
This segment will earn you 150 points for your cabin!
Checklist
Congrats! You finished the weekly!
You earned:
❑ 200 points from Part 1
❑ 150 points from Part 2
❑ 150 points from Part 3
❑ 500 points in total!
To get your points, comment this in the Main Cabin:
"Weekly Challenge done for _______ Cabin! +500 points. Link to proof"
Great job everyone! <3 Hope you had fun, keep reading, and Scratch on!
Hello everyone, and welcome to the first weekly! Let's get started!
Part 1:
Quick, look to your left! The first thing you see, write it down. Now, find a book starting with the first letter of that thing. For example, the first thing I saw was a hat. So, I might choose something like Harry Potter or the Hunger Games. Read at least 50 pages of that book.
Now, write a short summary of what you just read. What do you think will happen next? What could the characters do better? What would you do if you were in the story?
Use a forum to write your summary in. If you don't know how to make one, directions are here:
How to make a forum:
Since you are in a forum right now, simply scroll up and you'll see a thing saying “Discussion Forums >> Things I'm Making and Creating >> @dolphin786's writing thread” Click on “Discussion Forums”.
This will take you to the main forum page with all the different topics like Collaboration, Show and Tell, etc. Find the one that says ‘Things I’m Making and Creating’ and click on it. Then in the corner there is a purple button that says “New topic”. Click that and you have your own thread! Name it something like “SRC writing” or “@username's writing thread” or whatever you want! Then you can make posts and stuff.
Note: You might want to bookmark your thread, so you don't have to go to the Discussion Home every time to get it.
Your summary should be at least 50 words. Have fun, be creative! Here's an example:
Weekly 1, SRC.Enjoy! This segment will earn you 200 points for your cabin!
Part 1:
My object was a hat. I read 62 pages of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Here's my summary:
On Harry Potter's birthday, Dobby the house-elf visited him while the Dursleys had guests over…
Part 2:
All right! You started reading a book and even wrote a summary! For this segment, find another item in the room. This time, you are going to find two books that both have or connect to that item in some way. For example, if this time the see my cat snoozing on the bed, I might choose Crenshaw by Katherine Applegate and Warriors by Erin Hunter, for both have cats.
However, if the cat does not have a real impact on the story, then that is not valid. For example, in Baker's Magic by Diane Zahler, Master Bouts has a cat name Kaatje, and the characters do talk about her, but she doesn't influence the story very much, therefore reading Baker's Magic would not be valid (sadly).
After you've chosen them, read at least 25 pages of each. Thoughts? Opinions? How are they different? Similar? Where do the cats (or whatever your object is) fit in? Write all these thoughts down in your forum.
Example:
Part 2:Yup, just list your thoughts! There are no limits, though I would appreciate if you didn't just put one word.
My object was a cat. I read 32 pages of Crenshaw and 26 pages of Warriors: Into the wild. In Crenshaw, the cat is an imaginary friend. In Warriors…
They are similar because…
They are different because…
I liked…
This segment will earn you 150 points for your cabin!
Part 3:
Welcome to the final segment! Great job for making it this far!
Previously, we have done reflection on your favorite books. But our opinions are different- today you are going to read 30 pages of a book of your choice to someone! (Examples of who you can read to: a parent, a younger sibling, an older sibling, your cat, etc.) Choose your book and person (or cat), and get reading! It can be any book (even one you wrote yourself) and you don't have to do it all at once- take your time, stretch it over a few days. Ask them how they thought of it when you finish!
For proof, simply say something like:
Part 3:That last part is the proof part of it- include a sentence saying something like “I read until when Veruca Salt fell down the rubbish chute”.
I read 32 pages of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl to my cat. I read until Chapter 7 (Charlie's birthday).
This segment will earn you 150 points for your cabin!
Checklist
Congrats! You finished the weekly!
You earned:
❑ 200 points from Part 1
❑ 150 points from Part 2
❑ 150 points from Part 3
❑ 500 points in total!
To get your points, comment this in the Main Cabin:
"Weekly Challenge done for _______ Cabin! +500 points. Link to proof"
Great job everyone! <3 Hope you had fun, keep reading, and Scratch on!
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omg im so sorry i posted the src weekly on ur writing thread accidentally and i don't know how to delete posts HELP me :SOBBB:
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omg im so sorry i posted the src weekly on ur writing thread accidentally and i don't know how to delete posts HELP me :SOBBB:it's ok!
idk either lol just leave it there <3
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i need mangos
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Weekly for Storm Cabin:
Part 1:
When I looked to my left, I saw the hard-wood floor. So I chose Harry Potter, one of my favorite books.
Summary (74 words):
I read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, from page 1 to page 57, from when Voldemort murdered Frank Bryce to when Harry is asking Ron why he is calling his owl ‘Pig’. Harry had convinced his uncle that he could go to the Quidditch Wold Cup, and now he is at the Burrow. Of course, before traveling by Floo Powder, Fred dropped Ton-tongue toffee for Dudley to eat (and got in trouble).
Part 2:
to be continued….
Part 1:
When I looked to my left, I saw the hard-wood floor. So I chose Harry Potter, one of my favorite books.
Summary (74 words):
I read Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, from page 1 to page 57, from when Voldemort murdered Frank Bryce to when Harry is asking Ron why he is calling his owl ‘Pig’. Harry had convinced his uncle that he could go to the Quidditch Wold Cup, and now he is at the Burrow. Of course, before traveling by Floo Powder, Fred dropped Ton-tongue toffee for Dudley to eat (and got in trouble).
Part 2:
to be continued….
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Daily for JWC - The Silver Trio - 695 words.
I chose Harry Potter (obviously) Here's a quick scene from the 7th book (only it happens at Hogwarts, with Ginny, Neville, and Luna (it's from the perspective of Ginny). Is that okay? If so, enjoy!
I managed to skip detention with the Carrows again. Which might have not been a good thing- the only reason it happened was because they were distracted by Michael Corner, who tried to set free a first year who was chained up.
“Polyjuice.” I said to the Fat lady, who swung open and let me in.
I scanned the Gryffindor common room for Neville. He was by the fire. I came up and sat.
Neville looked up gleefully. “Ginny! Skipped detention?”
“Yes,” I said, gazing into the fire and rubbing a gash on my cheek, and tossing my long red hair out of the way. “Listen, I've got an idea. Get Luna right away.”
Neville nodded, and took out his fake Galleon. Minutes later, we were huddled outside our common room.
“We need to steal the sword of Gryffindor.”
Neville looked aghast; Luna thoughtful. “Why? Isn't it in Snape's office?”
“Yes…” I said. “But listen. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were left things by Dumbledore. A deluminator, the Tales of Beadle and Bard, a Golden Snitch… and the sword.”
“But the sword is in Snape's office.”
“Exactly. The Minister refused to give them the sword. And… you know what I told you… that Harry slipped to me that they were going to go finish of… V-Voldemort. And Dumbledore probably wanted them to have a sword for a different reason than just a keepsake, right? It must be important to their, you know… mission.” I looked at them hopefully. “I don't know how we're going to get it to them once we get it, of course, but it's better than letting Snape have it.”
Neville grinned. “When do we do it?”
“Tomorrow night.”
And so, Seamus Finnigan levitated Nifflers into the Carrow's windows to cause a distraction (Lavender Brown also suggested letting Cornish pixies loose, having learned in their second year how… interesting… they were).
Neville, Luna, and me approached the stone gargoyle that lead to the headmaster's study. “Uh oh. What's the password?” Neville muttered.
"Reducto!“ I said, and the gargoyle disintegrated into ash.
We carefully climbed up the stone staircase. I opened the door.
”Snape keeps things so dark.“ Luna said cheerfully, pointing her wand at the shades, which lifted so we were able to see.
”There it is!“ I pointed my wand at the glass case, which shattered (”Finestra!“) and grabbed the ruby-encrusted hilt. (”Thieving from the headmaster!“ one of the portraits muttered disapprovingly.)
Shocked at what we had done, and how easy it had been, we started heading down the staircase.
”Ah,“ said a voice. Snape appeared out of the shadows. ”Detention, Weasley, Longbottom, Lovegood. Tomorrow, at exactly six, Hagrid's hut. Don't be late.“ The bat wrenched the sword out of my grip. ”And don't try it again, it'll be worse.“ And with that, Snape swept up into the office.
”Well,“ Neville said on the way to the common room. ”It's a wonder we didn't get sent to the Carrows.“
”Now Snape is going to have higher security.“ I said, defeated.
”Detention with Hagrid won't be that bad though,“ Luna said lightly. She looked encouragingly at me. ”Don't worry, we'll keep fighting. We've got each other.“ Luna headed off to the Ravenclaw common room.
”Polyjuice.“ I said dully to the Fat lady, and we were greeted by yells and cheers. ”Did you get it?“ ”Everybody, they broke into Snape's office!“ ”Even if they didn't… Ginny, Neville, and Luna, you are the next Golden Trio.“
Neville smiled. ”No, the Golden Trio is still out there. I reckon they're up to something, y'know?“ I nudged him hard.
”Still,“ Lavender smiled. ”You guys are keeping us- Dumbledore's Army- going. And when the Golden Trio arrives… we'll kick the Carrows out!“ There was roaring and applause at this.
”You guys are like the… Silver Trio!" Seamus put in.
I smiled and went up to the girl's dormitories.
Later, I still couldn't sleep. Was Harry thinking about me? Or maybe he had met some veela or something… well, I was thinking about him.
I smiled and turned over. Luna was right; we would fight until the end. After all, we were the Silver Trio.
I chose Harry Potter (obviously) Here's a quick scene from the 7th book (only it happens at Hogwarts, with Ginny, Neville, and Luna (it's from the perspective of Ginny). Is that okay? If so, enjoy!
I managed to skip detention with the Carrows again. Which might have not been a good thing- the only reason it happened was because they were distracted by Michael Corner, who tried to set free a first year who was chained up.
“Polyjuice.” I said to the Fat lady, who swung open and let me in.
I scanned the Gryffindor common room for Neville. He was by the fire. I came up and sat.
Neville looked up gleefully. “Ginny! Skipped detention?”
“Yes,” I said, gazing into the fire and rubbing a gash on my cheek, and tossing my long red hair out of the way. “Listen, I've got an idea. Get Luna right away.”
Neville nodded, and took out his fake Galleon. Minutes later, we were huddled outside our common room.
“We need to steal the sword of Gryffindor.”
Neville looked aghast; Luna thoughtful. “Why? Isn't it in Snape's office?”
“Yes…” I said. “But listen. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were left things by Dumbledore. A deluminator, the Tales of Beadle and Bard, a Golden Snitch… and the sword.”
“But the sword is in Snape's office.”
“Exactly. The Minister refused to give them the sword. And… you know what I told you… that Harry slipped to me that they were going to go finish of… V-Voldemort. And Dumbledore probably wanted them to have a sword for a different reason than just a keepsake, right? It must be important to their, you know… mission.” I looked at them hopefully. “I don't know how we're going to get it to them once we get it, of course, but it's better than letting Snape have it.”
Neville grinned. “When do we do it?”
“Tomorrow night.”
And so, Seamus Finnigan levitated Nifflers into the Carrow's windows to cause a distraction (Lavender Brown also suggested letting Cornish pixies loose, having learned in their second year how… interesting… they were).
Neville, Luna, and me approached the stone gargoyle that lead to the headmaster's study. “Uh oh. What's the password?” Neville muttered.
"Reducto!“ I said, and the gargoyle disintegrated into ash.
We carefully climbed up the stone staircase. I opened the door.
”Snape keeps things so dark.“ Luna said cheerfully, pointing her wand at the shades, which lifted so we were able to see.
”There it is!“ I pointed my wand at the glass case, which shattered (”Finestra!“) and grabbed the ruby-encrusted hilt. (”Thieving from the headmaster!“ one of the portraits muttered disapprovingly.)
Shocked at what we had done, and how easy it had been, we started heading down the staircase.
”Ah,“ said a voice. Snape appeared out of the shadows. ”Detention, Weasley, Longbottom, Lovegood. Tomorrow, at exactly six, Hagrid's hut. Don't be late.“ The bat wrenched the sword out of my grip. ”And don't try it again, it'll be worse.“ And with that, Snape swept up into the office.
”Well,“ Neville said on the way to the common room. ”It's a wonder we didn't get sent to the Carrows.“
”Now Snape is going to have higher security.“ I said, defeated.
”Detention with Hagrid won't be that bad though,“ Luna said lightly. She looked encouragingly at me. ”Don't worry, we'll keep fighting. We've got each other.“ Luna headed off to the Ravenclaw common room.
”Polyjuice.“ I said dully to the Fat lady, and we were greeted by yells and cheers. ”Did you get it?“ ”Everybody, they broke into Snape's office!“ ”Even if they didn't… Ginny, Neville, and Luna, you are the next Golden Trio.“
Neville smiled. ”No, the Golden Trio is still out there. I reckon they're up to something, y'know?“ I nudged him hard.
”Still,“ Lavender smiled. ”You guys are keeping us- Dumbledore's Army- going. And when the Golden Trio arrives… we'll kick the Carrows out!“ There was roaring and applause at this.
”You guys are like the… Silver Trio!" Seamus put in.
I smiled and went up to the girl's dormitories.
Later, I still couldn't sleep. Was Harry thinking about me? Or maybe he had met some veela or something… well, I was thinking about him.
I smiled and turned over. Luna was right; we would fight until the end. After all, we were the Silver Trio.
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Daily for JWC! - 85 words
A new place, a new world, never before. For never explored.
Down, go down, down deep.
Very strange, very odd.
Even to you, yet you venture onward.
Never ending, forever winding, always dark, yet ever so glorious. Excitement. Eternity.
Tall, long, wide, deep, whole. And hole. Go down. Up. And explore. Live. Find. Hope.
Under, over, below, above, in. And out. Jubilation and sorrow flow in your veins.
Ready, steady, and go. Entangle, enlarge. Wild, free. This is where you are meant to be.
Enjoy.
ADVENTURE
A new place, a new world, never before. For never explored.
Down, go down, down deep.
Very strange, very odd.
Even to you, yet you venture onward.
Never ending, forever winding, always dark, yet ever so glorious. Excitement. Eternity.
Tall, long, wide, deep, whole. And hole. Go down. Up. And explore. Live. Find. Hope.
Under, over, below, above, in. And out. Jubilation and sorrow flow in your veins.
Ready, steady, and go. Entangle, enlarge. Wild, free. This is where you are meant to be.
Enjoy.
ADVENTURE
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Word war with OliveWhisltes - 191 words
The sun rose over the palace; it's yellowish-orange walls reflecting off the hot, gooey moat. I walked nervously down the crumbly drawbridge (it was made of feta), which had just lowered itself. The king requested my presence at sunup, and many said he was more spicy than Pepper Jack. This could not be good.
Being a Swiss myself, it was a journey getting from Swisszerland to Cheddar Kingdom (yes, the king named it after himself). But I've heard that King Cheddar would get terribly angry when he didn't get what he wanted. But of course, what would he want from a young mail-carrier like me?
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to sign up for Messenger… but what choice did I have?
I address the guards clearly “Um, hello? The king called me to come. Can I enter?”
The guard gave a gruff nod, and I wasted no time.
The king was waiting for me when I entered. “You're late.” he accused.
I rolled my eyes. “I'm sorry, Your Cheesiness. What do you want me here for?”
The king scanned me. “You're the Messenger of Swisszerland, are you not?”
The sun rose over the palace; it's yellowish-orange walls reflecting off the hot, gooey moat. I walked nervously down the crumbly drawbridge (it was made of feta), which had just lowered itself. The king requested my presence at sunup, and many said he was more spicy than Pepper Jack. This could not be good.
Being a Swiss myself, it was a journey getting from Swisszerland to Cheddar Kingdom (yes, the king named it after himself). But I've heard that King Cheddar would get terribly angry when he didn't get what he wanted. But of course, what would he want from a young mail-carrier like me?
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to sign up for Messenger… but what choice did I have?
I address the guards clearly “Um, hello? The king called me to come. Can I enter?”
The guard gave a gruff nod, and I wasted no time.
The king was waiting for me when I entered. “You're late.” he accused.
I rolled my eyes. “I'm sorry, Your Cheesiness. What do you want me here for?”
The king scanned me. “You're the Messenger of Swisszerland, are you not?”
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Word war with –Artsy_Girl–! - 272 words
Once upon a time that was not very long ago, in a land not very far away, something very strange happened. It was creepy; it drove people out, people whispered, people talked, and not one stayed. No one came back to Zreetown again. Most came to Perchance. My town. If you must know, I hate crowds, and suddenly our quiet town neighboring the “Ghost town” of Zree was full of people- loud, annoying, gossiping people. I don't have any folks myself; they all died of a disease I never found out, when I was an infant.
I usually escaped the crowds whenever I could, but I knew I couldn't forever. What had happened them made them come? What had happened to Zreetown?
One afternoon, I went to the small bakery on the corner of 21st street, owned by a young woman called Marcy. She was a quiet sort of girl, with light brown hair and was so thin it looked like a gust of wind would blow her away. I've always liked her; she seemed to understand.
The shop was empty when I entered (not like I expected anything else- everyone goes to Bane's Bakery on Main Street) and rang the bell on the counter. Marcy appeared.
“Hi,” I said, breathless from running. “I'd like a loaf, Marcy.”
Without a word, Marcy put a loaf of bread into a bag and handed it to me, giving a swift smile.
I handed her a few coins and was almost at the door when I slowly turned and said. “Marcy… where are you from?”
Marcy looked frightened for a minute. Then- “Zree.”
Once upon a time that was not very long ago, in a land not very far away, something very strange happened. It was creepy; it drove people out, people whispered, people talked, and not one stayed. No one came back to Zreetown again. Most came to Perchance. My town. If you must know, I hate crowds, and suddenly our quiet town neighboring the “Ghost town” of Zree was full of people- loud, annoying, gossiping people. I don't have any folks myself; they all died of a disease I never found out, when I was an infant.
I usually escaped the crowds whenever I could, but I knew I couldn't forever. What had happened them made them come? What had happened to Zreetown?
One afternoon, I went to the small bakery on the corner of 21st street, owned by a young woman called Marcy. She was a quiet sort of girl, with light brown hair and was so thin it looked like a gust of wind would blow her away. I've always liked her; she seemed to understand.
The shop was empty when I entered (not like I expected anything else- everyone goes to Bane's Bakery on Main Street) and rang the bell on the counter. Marcy appeared.
“Hi,” I said, breathless from running. “I'd like a loaf, Marcy.”
Without a word, Marcy put a loaf of bread into a bag and handed it to me, giving a swift smile.
I handed her a few coins and was almost at the door when I slowly turned and said. “Marcy… where are you from?”
Marcy looked frightened for a minute. Then- “Zree.”
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Daily! - 563 words
I should not have been fiddling in the garage that night. Or the night before. Or for the last three years.
It's just that, well, I like building stuff. Stuff like rocket ships and flying cars and a toothbrushing machine. For the last year I've been trying to make a time machine.
It looked a bit odd- a tall box with loose screws and buttons everywhere, along with a bit of purple gum (purple's my favorite color). It wasn't much, but it was as best as a 13 year old girl could do.
But what if it works? I thought. That would show Lara and Polly and Mary and the other girls from school that I'm not such a black haired, shy, weirdo.
Of course, what would Mother say? What if I wouldn't be able to come back?
I grabbed a flashlight and stepped inside the small, cramped space. It was pretty simple- there were two buttons- one said ‘Go’ in painted letters and the other said ‘Home’. You click ‘Go’ to go somewhere and ‘Home’ to return. I don't know how to make it so you can choose where you are going.
I closed the door, and pressed ‘Go’.
Absolutely nothing happened. Was this going to be a fail, just like all my other inventions?
I jabbed ‘Go’ again. “Go, go!” I muttered.
Nothing happened. I sighed, reaching to open the handle. Accidentally, I pressed the ‘Go’ button with my elbow on the way.
The box lurched. Then nothing happened.
I sighed again and opened the door.
The air was misty. I could just make out a huge castle through the fog. “Oh!” I cried. “OH! It worked!”
I was so dumbfounded and mystified and shocked and perplexed and bewildered and surprised, I remained calm and started through the grass.
The castle was surrounded by a huge moat. Something seemed to snap in the murky water, and I took a step back.
The drawbridge was lowered, but immediately raised as I approached.
Then I heard a noise. i looked up and saw a man in armor on the top of a tower and yelling something I couldn't understand. Until he raised his crossbow.
“Okay, okay!” I called. “I'm leaving don't worry, I didn't mean to cause harm-”
“What's goin' on?”
“An intruder! Just outside the gates!”
“Feed 'im to the crocodiles!”
Crocodiles? Okay, that was probably what was in the moat.
I ran as two armed and armored men came charging from the castle. They stopped dead when they saw me.
“Purple!?” one howled.
"On'y royals are allowed to wear purple, miss!“
”Who d'yeh think you are?“
”Let's take ‘er to the dungeons! Do yeh think the queen would be fine with tha’?"
I didn't stick around to find out.
Making my way back to the time machine, I threw the door open and hurried in.
Wiping sweat form my rippling jet black hair, I made for the ‘Home’ button- I was done with this adventure. Before I'd even reached it, the whole machine gave a lurch. Wildly, I looked down and saw elbow had pressed the ‘Go’ button.
I carefully looked around. Was I still in the medieval times? It was impossible to tell; it was pitch black inside the box, with only my flickering flashlight for company.
Hesitantly, I opened the door.
I should not have been fiddling in the garage that night. Or the night before. Or for the last three years.
It's just that, well, I like building stuff. Stuff like rocket ships and flying cars and a toothbrushing machine. For the last year I've been trying to make a time machine.
It looked a bit odd- a tall box with loose screws and buttons everywhere, along with a bit of purple gum (purple's my favorite color). It wasn't much, but it was as best as a 13 year old girl could do.
But what if it works? I thought. That would show Lara and Polly and Mary and the other girls from school that I'm not such a black haired, shy, weirdo.
Of course, what would Mother say? What if I wouldn't be able to come back?
I grabbed a flashlight and stepped inside the small, cramped space. It was pretty simple- there were two buttons- one said ‘Go’ in painted letters and the other said ‘Home’. You click ‘Go’ to go somewhere and ‘Home’ to return. I don't know how to make it so you can choose where you are going.
I closed the door, and pressed ‘Go’.
Absolutely nothing happened. Was this going to be a fail, just like all my other inventions?
I jabbed ‘Go’ again. “Go, go!” I muttered.
Nothing happened. I sighed, reaching to open the handle. Accidentally, I pressed the ‘Go’ button with my elbow on the way.
The box lurched. Then nothing happened.
I sighed again and opened the door.
The air was misty. I could just make out a huge castle through the fog. “Oh!” I cried. “OH! It worked!”
I was so dumbfounded and mystified and shocked and perplexed and bewildered and surprised, I remained calm and started through the grass.
The castle was surrounded by a huge moat. Something seemed to snap in the murky water, and I took a step back.
The drawbridge was lowered, but immediately raised as I approached.
Then I heard a noise. i looked up and saw a man in armor on the top of a tower and yelling something I couldn't understand. Until he raised his crossbow.
“Okay, okay!” I called. “I'm leaving don't worry, I didn't mean to cause harm-”
“What's goin' on?”
“An intruder! Just outside the gates!”
“Feed 'im to the crocodiles!”
Crocodiles? Okay, that was probably what was in the moat.
I ran as two armed and armored men came charging from the castle. They stopped dead when they saw me.
“Purple!?” one howled.
"On'y royals are allowed to wear purple, miss!“
”Who d'yeh think you are?“
”Let's take ‘er to the dungeons! Do yeh think the queen would be fine with tha’?"
I didn't stick around to find out.
Making my way back to the time machine, I threw the door open and hurried in.
Wiping sweat form my rippling jet black hair, I made for the ‘Home’ button- I was done with this adventure. Before I'd even reached it, the whole machine gave a lurch. Wildly, I looked down and saw elbow had pressed the ‘Go’ button.
I carefully looked around. Was I still in the medieval times? It was impossible to tell; it was pitch black inside the box, with only my flickering flashlight for company.
Hesitantly, I opened the door.
I'll add more later!
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Word war with ReadWriteSing! - 222 words :0
I poked my beak. It was time to get out of this dark space. Finally, I was out in the sunshine. My vision was hazy. My parents cooed and flapped their wings, making the bundle of sticks we were in shake. I crawled out of the blue speckled egg.
It was good to be in the world.
-
I tapped my toe impatiently on the ground. What was taking her so long?
Finally, my mother came swooping into the nest, carrying a fat worm in her beak.
My younger sister, Jo, scrambled to get it first. She beat me to it. Oh, well.
-
I stood on the edge of the nest with Jo. She jumped first, chirping madly as she fell. My mother softly whispered encouragements. I jumped of too.
The wind howled, the tree shook, Jo managed to get back to the nest, and I fell.
I flapped my wings. Harder. I stayed in midair. Then I wobbly flew upward to the nest. It was a start.
Days later, I soared. I glided. I dived. I was flying!
-
I accepted one last worm from Mother. Then I flew off. I left. Hopefully ready to fend for myself.
-
But I wasn't. I got into this mess. I'm trapped there is no hope.
-
I try. I fly. I fight. But my efforts become nothing.
I poked my beak. It was time to get out of this dark space. Finally, I was out in the sunshine. My vision was hazy. My parents cooed and flapped their wings, making the bundle of sticks we were in shake. I crawled out of the blue speckled egg.
It was good to be in the world.
-
I tapped my toe impatiently on the ground. What was taking her so long?
Finally, my mother came swooping into the nest, carrying a fat worm in her beak.
My younger sister, Jo, scrambled to get it first. She beat me to it. Oh, well.
-
I stood on the edge of the nest with Jo. She jumped first, chirping madly as she fell. My mother softly whispered encouragements. I jumped of too.
The wind howled, the tree shook, Jo managed to get back to the nest, and I fell.
I flapped my wings. Harder. I stayed in midair. Then I wobbly flew upward to the nest. It was a start.
Days later, I soared. I glided. I dived. I was flying!
-
I accepted one last worm from Mother. Then I flew off. I left. Hopefully ready to fend for myself.
-
But I wasn't. I got into this mess. I'm trapped there is no hope.
-
I try. I fly. I fight. But my efforts become nothing.
Author's Note:
It's a bird, if you haven't already guessed.
:sob: I was just getting to the good part when my timer rang
Hope you enjoyed… maybe I'll continue it /j
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Word war with –Artsy_Girl–! - 277 words!
I am a tortoise. I live in a small burrow under a hill, and hardly anyone pays any attention to me.
That is, until one day, a hare overheard me saying in the morning, after a nice long hibernation “Ah! What a beautiful day! I feel really… fast!”
As you know, he challenged me to a race, and got distracted, allowing me to win.
But now… well, everybody celebrated my victory. I got a trophy and a banquet of flowers (which were delicious) and, well, fame, mostly. Even humans like you know me. But the old hare… not so much.
I wanted to be friends. So what if I won the race- it was just a small thing, so what if I won, we are both famous now (though him not in a good way) and we shared interests. But no.
Maybe he refused, white with anger and shame, because now he was mocked everywhere he went? I wish I hadn't won the race- it made me feel responsible.
And there was another thing… we were friends, when we were children. But we got in a fight and never made up.
One day, I passed the hare in the park. “Hey, how's it going?” I asked nonchalantly.
He stood up. “You just won ‘cause you were lucky,” he whispered. “If we tried again…” he looked sideways at me.
-
Three days later, the race course was all set up. Me and the hare lined up at the starting line. Thousands had come to see; banners read ’REMATCH! WHO WILL WIN?' and ‘HARE V.S. TORTOISE’.
Finally, the fox who was refereeing shouted "Three… two… one… GO!"
I am a tortoise. I live in a small burrow under a hill, and hardly anyone pays any attention to me.
That is, until one day, a hare overheard me saying in the morning, after a nice long hibernation “Ah! What a beautiful day! I feel really… fast!”
As you know, he challenged me to a race, and got distracted, allowing me to win.
But now… well, everybody celebrated my victory. I got a trophy and a banquet of flowers (which were delicious) and, well, fame, mostly. Even humans like you know me. But the old hare… not so much.
I wanted to be friends. So what if I won the race- it was just a small thing, so what if I won, we are both famous now (though him not in a good way) and we shared interests. But no.
Maybe he refused, white with anger and shame, because now he was mocked everywhere he went? I wish I hadn't won the race- it made me feel responsible.
And there was another thing… we were friends, when we were children. But we got in a fight and never made up.
One day, I passed the hare in the park. “Hey, how's it going?” I asked nonchalantly.
He stood up. “You just won ‘cause you were lucky,” he whispered. “If we tried again…” he looked sideways at me.
-
Three days later, the race course was all set up. Me and the hare lined up at the starting line. Thousands had come to see; banners read ’REMATCH! WHO WILL WIN?' and ‘HARE V.S. TORTOISE’.
Finally, the fox who was refereeing shouted "Three… two… one… GO!"
:sobs: timer just rang at the good part
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Toys ʚїɞ SWC Writing Comp Entry ʚїɞ 1031 words <3
Have you ever wondered what happens to your toys when you are away or asleep? Do your dolls just keep staring blank stares? Do your action figures stay in their appropriate places, or move, talk to each other? And if they do, why don't we ever notice?
In this story, you will find out.
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“Eliza! Where are you!?”
Eliza dropped her doll on the ground with a thunk. “Oops,” she said. “Coming, Mom!”
Her mother appeared in the doorway. “We are leaving soon. Are you ready?”
“Yup!' Eliza said excitedly. Sometimes eight-but-almost-nine-year-olds can get very excited. ”I wanna make a sand castle!“
”We'll be there for a week. You will probably have time to build many sandcastles.“ Her mother smiled.
”Oh, boy! At the beach for a whole week! Yes!“ Eliza grinned, pumping the air with her fist.
”Come on now, get in the car.“
They left the room.
At first, there was absolute silence in Eliza's room. Nothing happened. And nothing continued to happen, even as the blue minivan outside gave a puff and zoomed off to the beach. The pink toy car stayed a pink toy car. The pink wallpaper stayed pink. The pink unicorn stuffed animal stayed a- you know what I mean.
But then, minutes later, slowly, miraculously, the doll Eliza dropped sat up.
She was a very pretty doll, with a lacy pink dress and earrings and long blond hair in a braid and a mundane and frozen smile. Slowly the frozen smile turned into something else. Her face showing relief and exasperation, she stood and called in a tinkling voice ”I think they've really gone! For a whole week, too! Though I do wish she wouldn't throw me like that.“ The doll straightened her braid.
A stuffed frog on the shelf jumped down and croaked ”Really, Jessie? Stop complaining, you know that I-“
”Ah, don't start that again, Croakie.“ A tiny race car tumbled by the crayon drawing on the wall and landed on the fluffy pink rug. ”We know that Ellie never plays with you-“
The pink stuffed unicorn on the shelf said ”Really, Zoom, you claim the girl has owned you ever since she was two and you still don't know that her name is Eliza?“
”Ellie, Erin, Emma, Eliza, who cares.“ Zoom said. ”See if I do, Sparkler.“
”It's Sparkles!“
”All right, all right,“ said Jessie smoothly. ”Do you realize what this means? The girl and her parents are gone for the whole week! We have the whole house to ourselves!“
By now, all the toys were up and about, moving from their stiff positions and stretching. At Jessie's words, they all started buzzing excitedly.
”Oh, I've always wanted to see the kitchen!“ said a stuffed raccoon. ”I want to get outside this pink room once and for all!“ A wind-up duck said. A jack-in-the-box squealed ”Let's go!“
”Wait!“ said Sparkles, climbing down from the shelf nimbly. ”We must be smart about this. I know we can play day and night, but what happens when they come home and everything's out of order?“
”You worry too much!“ A ball rolled for the open door. ”C'mon, everyone!“
”I agree with Bounce!“ ”Let's go!“ ”Time to explore!“ And the toys all left the room. Sparkles followed (a bit eagerly).
Down in the kitchen, some toys were playing volleyball. Bounce was in the center, waiting to be thrown. A net was made from a cut plastic bag strung across on two pencils. The toys were deciding the teams. It took a while.
”I get Maysie, Lee, Jessie, Squishanella, Croak, Star, and Bernicortionalifoltonica!“ The stuffed raccoon (named Furry) shouted finally.
A dog with roller-skates, a toy bulldozer, the doll (Jessie), a can of Playdough, the frog, a star plushie, and another doll who was muttering ”It's Bernicortionalifaltonica, not Bernicortionalifoltonica! How dare you!“ all joined Furry on one side.
”Oh, come on Bernie, stop complaining.“ Maysie rolled her eyes and almost slipped on her roller-skates. She picked up Bounce and served. The ball zoomed around knocking all the pots and pans and silverware over and shouting ”Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!“
Meanwhile, another four toys had dragged out a chess set and started playing. But it turned out they didn't know how to play and ended up throwing the pieces at each other.
A lone stuffed platypus had climbed into the washing machine and was now whizzing around inside. ”Yay! This is fun! I wonder why Eliza doesn't have a roller-coaster-machine in her room!“ Hearing ”fun“ and ”roller-coaster-machine“, some other animals lined up outside, waiting for a turn.
Some were simply causing chaos: A squishmallow named Leonard, who was a lion with a rainbow mane, was swinging from a chandelier (”Yippeeeee!"), the jack-in-the-box was spilling cereal all over the floor, and a mischievous yellow ball of fluff called Katie was taking balls of stuffing from the sofa (she had broke it open) and was the throwing them at the TV, evidently trying to break it.
The toys were going a bit crazy with their new privilege to roam the house as they pleased.
As you can imagine, when Eliza and her family came home, happy from their vacation to the beach, they were met by chaos. The toy's secret was out. And, even though Eliza never told a soul about the toys coming alive, the rest of the toys in the world heard about it, as the story went from house to house, toy to toy.
-❀-
Now Eliza is 43 years old and has four children, but to this day she has not told anybody about the secret. However, the toys know. The story of the naughty toys became a kind of fable, a legend, telling the toys, reminding them that they must not let their owners know the secret.
Because your toys are indeed alive, and now you know it. So please keep quiet and don't tell anyone.
But know, in your heart, when you play with your stuffed animals and toy cars, that you are not alone.
Have you ever wondered what happens to your toys when you are away or asleep? Do your dolls just keep staring blank stares? Do your action figures stay in their appropriate places, or move, talk to each other? And if they do, why don't we ever notice?
In this story, you will find out.
-❀-
“Eliza! Where are you!?”
Eliza dropped her doll on the ground with a thunk. “Oops,” she said. “Coming, Mom!”
Her mother appeared in the doorway. “We are leaving soon. Are you ready?”
“Yup!' Eliza said excitedly. Sometimes eight-but-almost-nine-year-olds can get very excited. ”I wanna make a sand castle!“
”We'll be there for a week. You will probably have time to build many sandcastles.“ Her mother smiled.
”Oh, boy! At the beach for a whole week! Yes!“ Eliza grinned, pumping the air with her fist.
”Come on now, get in the car.“
They left the room.
At first, there was absolute silence in Eliza's room. Nothing happened. And nothing continued to happen, even as the blue minivan outside gave a puff and zoomed off to the beach. The pink toy car stayed a pink toy car. The pink wallpaper stayed pink. The pink unicorn stuffed animal stayed a- you know what I mean.
But then, minutes later, slowly, miraculously, the doll Eliza dropped sat up.
She was a very pretty doll, with a lacy pink dress and earrings and long blond hair in a braid and a mundane and frozen smile. Slowly the frozen smile turned into something else. Her face showing relief and exasperation, she stood and called in a tinkling voice ”I think they've really gone! For a whole week, too! Though I do wish she wouldn't throw me like that.“ The doll straightened her braid.
A stuffed frog on the shelf jumped down and croaked ”Really, Jessie? Stop complaining, you know that I-“
”Ah, don't start that again, Croakie.“ A tiny race car tumbled by the crayon drawing on the wall and landed on the fluffy pink rug. ”We know that Ellie never plays with you-“
The pink stuffed unicorn on the shelf said ”Really, Zoom, you claim the girl has owned you ever since she was two and you still don't know that her name is Eliza?“
”Ellie, Erin, Emma, Eliza, who cares.“ Zoom said. ”See if I do, Sparkler.“
”It's Sparkles!“
”All right, all right,“ said Jessie smoothly. ”Do you realize what this means? The girl and her parents are gone for the whole week! We have the whole house to ourselves!“
By now, all the toys were up and about, moving from their stiff positions and stretching. At Jessie's words, they all started buzzing excitedly.
”Oh, I've always wanted to see the kitchen!“ said a stuffed raccoon. ”I want to get outside this pink room once and for all!“ A wind-up duck said. A jack-in-the-box squealed ”Let's go!“
”Wait!“ said Sparkles, climbing down from the shelf nimbly. ”We must be smart about this. I know we can play day and night, but what happens when they come home and everything's out of order?“
”You worry too much!“ A ball rolled for the open door. ”C'mon, everyone!“
”I agree with Bounce!“ ”Let's go!“ ”Time to explore!“ And the toys all left the room. Sparkles followed (a bit eagerly).
Down in the kitchen, some toys were playing volleyball. Bounce was in the center, waiting to be thrown. A net was made from a cut plastic bag strung across on two pencils. The toys were deciding the teams. It took a while.
”I get Maysie, Lee, Jessie, Squishanella, Croak, Star, and Bernicortionalifoltonica!“ The stuffed raccoon (named Furry) shouted finally.
A dog with roller-skates, a toy bulldozer, the doll (Jessie), a can of Playdough, the frog, a star plushie, and another doll who was muttering ”It's Bernicortionalifaltonica, not Bernicortionalifoltonica! How dare you!“ all joined Furry on one side.
”Oh, come on Bernie, stop complaining.“ Maysie rolled her eyes and almost slipped on her roller-skates. She picked up Bounce and served. The ball zoomed around knocking all the pots and pans and silverware over and shouting ”Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!“
Meanwhile, another four toys had dragged out a chess set and started playing. But it turned out they didn't know how to play and ended up throwing the pieces at each other.
A lone stuffed platypus had climbed into the washing machine and was now whizzing around inside. ”Yay! This is fun! I wonder why Eliza doesn't have a roller-coaster-machine in her room!“ Hearing ”fun“ and ”roller-coaster-machine“, some other animals lined up outside, waiting for a turn.
Some were simply causing chaos: A squishmallow named Leonard, who was a lion with a rainbow mane, was swinging from a chandelier (”Yippeeeee!"), the jack-in-the-box was spilling cereal all over the floor, and a mischievous yellow ball of fluff called Katie was taking balls of stuffing from the sofa (she had broke it open) and was the throwing them at the TV, evidently trying to break it.
The toys were going a bit crazy with their new privilege to roam the house as they pleased.
As you can imagine, when Eliza and her family came home, happy from their vacation to the beach, they were met by chaos. The toy's secret was out. And, even though Eliza never told a soul about the toys coming alive, the rest of the toys in the world heard about it, as the story went from house to house, toy to toy.
-❀-
Now Eliza is 43 years old and has four children, but to this day she has not told anybody about the secret. However, the toys know. The story of the naughty toys became a kind of fable, a legend, telling the toys, reminding them that they must not let their owners know the secret.
Because your toys are indeed alive, and now you know it. So please keep quiet and don't tell anyone.
But know, in your heart, when you play with your stuffed animals and toy cars, that you are not alone.
Author's Note:
idk why i chose this for my entry; it's one of my more goofy pieces, but all the same, hope you enjoy!
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idk how to use these things!I think they're writing a thread of their daily thoughts. Maybe just quote or react to them, idk.
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Daily ʚїɞ 664 words
I bolt through the forest, keeping an eye out for the you-know-whats. Over the river, past that big oak tree, under the moldy log, past the flower field, and a little more through the bushes…
I skid to a stop by a large mushroom. Actually, large is an understatement. The mushroom is 13 and a half feet tall. And it has a window and a door.
I open the door without knocking. “Li!” I cry, bursting in.
My best friend, a sly red fox named Lianna, turns to look at me. “Willow!” she runs forward and hugs me.
“When did you get back?” I ask, sitting wearily at the stump table. “I only just found out.”
Li hands me a cookie. “Last night.” She takes one herself. “What has the forest been up to?” she looks at me. “You'd know, poking your nose everywhere as you do.” Her eyes twinkled.
I laugh; it's true- I know everything that goes on here… well, almost everything.
My smile fades a bit. “Oh, the usual. That hare- Skip- challenged Blossom for a rematch. I don't get why hares want to race with tortoises anyway. And the ol' butterfly- Flutter?- saw a human cut down a tree, gave her fright. And…”
I fall silent.
“And…?” Li prompts me.
“That's why I wanted to talk to you so fast. It's…”
Just then, Li's mother walks in. “Ah, hello Willow, how are you?”
“Good, thank you Mrs. Raiens.” I say politely. “How was the East Side?” I ask the question I had not yet asked Li.
“Oh, wonderful. Lianna loved the mountains, didn't you, Li?”
I noticed Li's smile became rather fixed. “Oh, yes.” she looks at me, scared. “Wonderful.”
“Well, I have to go see Mrs. Sprout, I going to trade some soap for eggs. Good day, Willow. And Lianna, don't forget to clear the table.” Mrs. Raiens left.
“Still going to move, then?” I ask bitterly, even though I know it's not her fault.
“Just thinking.” She won't look at me. “Just went to check a place out, one with less humans.” Li changes the subject. “What were you talking about, then?”
“Oh, right.” I feel foolish that it has taken me so long to say so- I kind of lost the dramatic effect (but hey, with her mom there…)
“Li, I think… the're coming.”
“Who?” she asks, though it dawns on her face the worst possibility. The you-know-whats.
I just shake my head, and her fear is confirmed. “Do you still have it with you?”
She nods, and takes a napkin out of her pocket. Tucked inside it is a glistening white stone. I reach out, but Li jerks her hand and the stone falls to the floor. That's right, the Magic Stone falls to the cold stone floor. With a loud thud.
I'm quicker, so I reach it first. I scoop it up and inspect it. “Hey,” I say slowly.
“I'd better put it back.” says Li shakily.
“Li,” I say, worried. “Look at it.” She obliges.
“Hey, there's a scratch on it.” Li sighs.
"Li, this is made from diamond. Stone can't scratch diamond.“ I indicate to the hard stone floor.
”What do you mean?“
”I don't know.“ I rack my brains. Then, suddenly, I throw the Magic Stone onto the floor, and, despite Li's screams, stomp.
It shatters.
”Willow!“ Li shrieks. She falls silent. ”I trusted you.“
I shake with anger as she continues.
”You've been working for them the whole time! Now they will come back to power!“ She looks wild. ”I trusted you!“ She said again. ”We're friends!“
”No, Li, listen. Diamond can't break like that. It's a fake."
~
We bolt back, through the bushes, past the flower field, under the moldy log, past that big oak tree, over the river…
I stop dead.
In his palm, the stone.
There they are. I told her. They came, the know-know-whats…
The Big Bad Wolf Pack.
I bolt through the forest, keeping an eye out for the you-know-whats. Over the river, past that big oak tree, under the moldy log, past the flower field, and a little more through the bushes…
I skid to a stop by a large mushroom. Actually, large is an understatement. The mushroom is 13 and a half feet tall. And it has a window and a door.
I open the door without knocking. “Li!” I cry, bursting in.
My best friend, a sly red fox named Lianna, turns to look at me. “Willow!” she runs forward and hugs me.
“When did you get back?” I ask, sitting wearily at the stump table. “I only just found out.”
Li hands me a cookie. “Last night.” She takes one herself. “What has the forest been up to?” she looks at me. “You'd know, poking your nose everywhere as you do.” Her eyes twinkled.
I laugh; it's true- I know everything that goes on here… well, almost everything.
My smile fades a bit. “Oh, the usual. That hare- Skip- challenged Blossom for a rematch. I don't get why hares want to race with tortoises anyway. And the ol' butterfly- Flutter?- saw a human cut down a tree, gave her fright. And…”
I fall silent.
“And…?” Li prompts me.
“That's why I wanted to talk to you so fast. It's…”
Just then, Li's mother walks in. “Ah, hello Willow, how are you?”
“Good, thank you Mrs. Raiens.” I say politely. “How was the East Side?” I ask the question I had not yet asked Li.
“Oh, wonderful. Lianna loved the mountains, didn't you, Li?”
I noticed Li's smile became rather fixed. “Oh, yes.” she looks at me, scared. “Wonderful.”
“Well, I have to go see Mrs. Sprout, I going to trade some soap for eggs. Good day, Willow. And Lianna, don't forget to clear the table.” Mrs. Raiens left.
“Still going to move, then?” I ask bitterly, even though I know it's not her fault.
“Just thinking.” She won't look at me. “Just went to check a place out, one with less humans.” Li changes the subject. “What were you talking about, then?”
“Oh, right.” I feel foolish that it has taken me so long to say so- I kind of lost the dramatic effect (but hey, with her mom there…)
“Li, I think… the're coming.”
“Who?” she asks, though it dawns on her face the worst possibility. The you-know-whats.
I just shake my head, and her fear is confirmed. “Do you still have it with you?”
She nods, and takes a napkin out of her pocket. Tucked inside it is a glistening white stone. I reach out, but Li jerks her hand and the stone falls to the floor. That's right, the Magic Stone falls to the cold stone floor. With a loud thud.
I'm quicker, so I reach it first. I scoop it up and inspect it. “Hey,” I say slowly.
“I'd better put it back.” says Li shakily.
“Li,” I say, worried. “Look at it.” She obliges.
“Hey, there's a scratch on it.” Li sighs.
"Li, this is made from diamond. Stone can't scratch diamond.“ I indicate to the hard stone floor.
”What do you mean?“
”I don't know.“ I rack my brains. Then, suddenly, I throw the Magic Stone onto the floor, and, despite Li's screams, stomp.
It shatters.
”Willow!“ Li shrieks. She falls silent. ”I trusted you.“
I shake with anger as she continues.
”You've been working for them the whole time! Now they will come back to power!“ She looks wild. ”I trusted you!“ She said again. ”We're friends!“
”No, Li, listen. Diamond can't break like that. It's a fake."
~
We bolt back, through the bushes, past the flower field, under the moldy log, past that big oak tree, over the river…
I stop dead.
In his palm, the stone.
There they are. I told her. They came, the know-know-whats…
The Big Bad Wolf Pack.
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Word War with Cat_Lover4132! ʚїɞ 233 words
“Kate!” I yell down a long, dark tunnel. No answer.
I look around. I'm trapped. In a dark room, yes, with a panel in the wall, leading down to a dark tunnel. But I'm also trapped inside myself.. How could this have happened? Just by choosing…
That door.
At first I thought it was a mistake, but Kate realized the truth. "Someone's bewitched it,“ she whispered. ”It was meant to be."
That's probably why she was taken.
So, it seemed, someone wanted us to get here. Doors usually take people where they want to go, not their doom (okay, fine, there was that time in the principal's office…)
The door was supposed to go to, well, somewhere… new. Of course, this was new, but not at all good.
So I take a deep breath, and start down the tunnel.
The tunnel slopes downward, getting more darker as it goes. I find a match in my pocket and light it. At least some comfort there.
This place used to be an old hotel…but now, it was full of creeks and creeps and ghosts and… magic. I hate to admit it, but it's definitely magic that brought us here.
“Kate?” I yell again, and my light grows steadily dimmer. The tunnel now steeply slopes downward.
I look for
“Kate!” I yell down a long, dark tunnel. No answer.
I look around. I'm trapped. In a dark room, yes, with a panel in the wall, leading down to a dark tunnel. But I'm also trapped inside myself.. How could this have happened? Just by choosing…
That door.
At first I thought it was a mistake, but Kate realized the truth. "Someone's bewitched it,“ she whispered. ”It was meant to be."
That's probably why she was taken.
So, it seemed, someone wanted us to get here. Doors usually take people where they want to go, not their doom (okay, fine, there was that time in the principal's office…)
The door was supposed to go to, well, somewhere… new. Of course, this was new, but not at all good.
So I take a deep breath, and start down the tunnel.
The tunnel slopes downward, getting more darker as it goes. I find a match in my pocket and light it. At least some comfort there.
This place used to be an old hotel…but now, it was full of creeks and creeps and ghosts and… magic. I hate to admit it, but it's definitely magic that brought us here.
“Kate?” I yell again, and my light grows steadily dimmer. The tunnel now steeply slopes downward.
I look for
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Daily for SWC ʚїɞ 442 words
I look out over everything I had known for so long. The purple hills, the squishy trees, the friendly land, the odd animals, the mangos.
I feel like I have known this place forever, though I haven't.
I remember my five-year-old self living on planet Glooptron, asking my father “Why, Papa, why? Why do we have to move?”
I remember his answer: “This place isn't safe anymore.”
I didn't know what he meant, but I had to leave my friends and my home anyway.
But when we arrived here, it was different than I expected. My five-year-old self made friends immediately.
I doubt I can do that now.
And even worse, when I ask my father the same question I asked him years ago, well, I didn't really get a straight answer. Stuff like “You can't have anything you want in life,” and “Let's try to start new,”
I don't want to leave Mangoville. I don't want to leave planet Glimmernus at all.
When I ask “Where are we going?”
“A new planet,” Mother wouldn't look at me. “It's called Gornollas.”
My heart flipped. “Gornollas?” I croaked.
“Yes,” she said, still avoiding eye contact.
“But… why?” I ask, my voice more tinier than I meant it to be. “Isn't it… like… really, really far from here?”
She didn't answer, but I knew it was true. Gornallas is millions of miles away, and I know nothing about it.
And I don't like surprises.
“Hazel!” My father called. “We're leaving!”
I slowly get up and walk over to our ship. Our house is all packed up inside (thanks to a new techno-shrinking-thingy-device.)
My hair falls over my face, hiding my tears. My hair is reddish-purple with a streak of green- and still, I look more like a human than anyone else.
I know my parents aren't punishing me, taking me from the place I- and they- love most. But they're strict, so “No surprise!” when my mother glared at me.
“Hurry, Hazel, we need to leave.” She looks around, making sure no one is watching (she needn't worry- we live four miles away from the nearest town.) She doesn't want anyone to know we're leaving.
~
Sobbing days later, we are almost there.
I suppose there isn't much to talk about traveling. I told myself to get a grip, but more tears just slid out.
With a thud we arrived.
When the door opened, I tried to gasp, but no sound came out.
I tried to laugh, but my throat was constricted with shock.
I tried to hug my parents, but my limbs wouldn't move.
Here we are.
Home.
I look out over everything I had known for so long. The purple hills, the squishy trees, the friendly land, the odd animals, the mangos.
I feel like I have known this place forever, though I haven't.
I remember my five-year-old self living on planet Glooptron, asking my father “Why, Papa, why? Why do we have to move?”
I remember his answer: “This place isn't safe anymore.”
I didn't know what he meant, but I had to leave my friends and my home anyway.
But when we arrived here, it was different than I expected. My five-year-old self made friends immediately.
I doubt I can do that now.
And even worse, when I ask my father the same question I asked him years ago, well, I didn't really get a straight answer. Stuff like “You can't have anything you want in life,” and “Let's try to start new,”
I don't want to leave Mangoville. I don't want to leave planet Glimmernus at all.
When I ask “Where are we going?”
“A new planet,” Mother wouldn't look at me. “It's called Gornollas.”
My heart flipped. “Gornollas?” I croaked.
“Yes,” she said, still avoiding eye contact.
“But… why?” I ask, my voice more tinier than I meant it to be. “Isn't it… like… really, really far from here?”
She didn't answer, but I knew it was true. Gornallas is millions of miles away, and I know nothing about it.
And I don't like surprises.
“Hazel!” My father called. “We're leaving!”
I slowly get up and walk over to our ship. Our house is all packed up inside (thanks to a new techno-shrinking-thingy-device.)
My hair falls over my face, hiding my tears. My hair is reddish-purple with a streak of green- and still, I look more like a human than anyone else.
I know my parents aren't punishing me, taking me from the place I- and they- love most. But they're strict, so “No surprise!” when my mother glared at me.
“Hurry, Hazel, we need to leave.” She looks around, making sure no one is watching (she needn't worry- we live four miles away from the nearest town.) She doesn't want anyone to know we're leaving.
~
Sobbing days later, we are almost there.
I suppose there isn't much to talk about traveling. I told myself to get a grip, but more tears just slid out.
With a thud we arrived.
When the door opened, I tried to gasp, but no sound came out.
I tried to laugh, but my throat was constricted with shock.
I tried to hug my parents, but my limbs wouldn't move.
Here we are.
Home.
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Word war with TheWItch_of_Jam ʚїɞ 286 words
“Hey! You! Annie!”
Usually, I would have bowed my head and hurried off, leaving the other girls at my school to laugh.
Not today.
"It's Amber!“ I yell back.
The tallest, toughest and meanest, Jane, crowed with laughter and the other ‘popular’ girls followed her lead.
”Oh, sorry, I forgot, Amber," Jane says it like a threat. She tosses her blond hair over her shoulder and tries to continue. I don't let her.
I hurry away, tucking my long black, wavy hair into the yellow hood of my raincoat.
I run home. Well, not my real home. I live with my grandmother.
“Had a good day at school, dear?” asks Gran.
“Fine,” I mumbled, dropping my backpack and heading up the stairs.
My room is in the attic, because Gran's tiny house doesn't have another bedroom.
It's large, at least, with a small window, a bed hugged by a patchwork quilt in the corner, a small chest of all my belongings, and a bookcase.
I move towards the bookcase, analyzing it for my next read. If there's one thing that takes my mind off of the girls at school, it's books. They also help when you're angry. Which I am today.
Okay, fine. My Gran's chocolate chip cookies come close.
I was thinking of going for Anne of Green Gables, a soothing story, one my grandmother gifted me, but my hand moved to an old scrapbook.
This book still smells like smoke. I hate it.
The smoke from the fire. The one that killed my parents.
I can remember that day, two years, ago, when the flames were licking my body.
I open the book and began to
“Hey! You! Annie!”
Usually, I would have bowed my head and hurried off, leaving the other girls at my school to laugh.
Not today.
"It's Amber!“ I yell back.
The tallest, toughest and meanest, Jane, crowed with laughter and the other ‘popular’ girls followed her lead.
”Oh, sorry, I forgot, Amber," Jane says it like a threat. She tosses her blond hair over her shoulder and tries to continue. I don't let her.
I hurry away, tucking my long black, wavy hair into the yellow hood of my raincoat.
I run home. Well, not my real home. I live with my grandmother.
“Had a good day at school, dear?” asks Gran.
“Fine,” I mumbled, dropping my backpack and heading up the stairs.
My room is in the attic, because Gran's tiny house doesn't have another bedroom.
It's large, at least, with a small window, a bed hugged by a patchwork quilt in the corner, a small chest of all my belongings, and a bookcase.
I move towards the bookcase, analyzing it for my next read. If there's one thing that takes my mind off of the girls at school, it's books. They also help when you're angry. Which I am today.
Okay, fine. My Gran's chocolate chip cookies come close.
I was thinking of going for Anne of Green Gables, a soothing story, one my grandmother gifted me, but my hand moved to an old scrapbook.
This book still smells like smoke. I hate it.
The smoke from the fire. The one that killed my parents.
I can remember that day, two years, ago, when the flames were licking my body.
I open the book and began to
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Word war with Cactus_Cookie9! ʚїɞ 309 words
I have never felt more alone. But walking in the woods calmed me.
I watch the squirrels burrow acorns, the willow trees gently swaying in the wind, a perfect cloud drifting past until a crow flew through it, interrupting it, disappearing into the cotton balls.
I should have felt happy.
But I didn't.
I sat at the base of a tree, watching the earth around me, wishing I had brought a book to read.
Books, fictional characters, it seemed, were better friends than people.
I felt my anger ebbing back at me, and I tried to push it away. In vain.
I think about what other 12-year-old girls would be doing at the moment. Hanging out with their friends, probably, making videos with their new phones they've pretended they've had forever.
I sigh, and with nothing else to do, take out my pretty much empty sketchbook and draw a yellow butterfly that is now hopping from flower to flower, no troubles to worry it.
My temper is at it's edge, my drawing even worse. I draw a lot better when I am not fuming.
But nature calms me down, and it's nature around me right now, so I try to keep still.
The butterfly flutters over onto my knee. Why? I ask it silently. But it has no answer, and just floats away on the breeze.
I look up, realizing it's getting dark. No sooner than I stand up than it starts to rain.
Thick heavy drops pound at, and I knew I should be getting home, though there was nothing to fear; storms came and went, and suddenly as shadows these days.
That's when I see it.
Long, swooping, glittery white in it's creepiness. Maybe just because I was thinking of shadows? But no.
In the presence of ghosts, there was only one thing to do.
I have never felt more alone. But walking in the woods calmed me.
I watch the squirrels burrow acorns, the willow trees gently swaying in the wind, a perfect cloud drifting past until a crow flew through it, interrupting it, disappearing into the cotton balls.
I should have felt happy.
But I didn't.
I sat at the base of a tree, watching the earth around me, wishing I had brought a book to read.
Books, fictional characters, it seemed, were better friends than people.
I felt my anger ebbing back at me, and I tried to push it away. In vain.
I think about what other 12-year-old girls would be doing at the moment. Hanging out with their friends, probably, making videos with their new phones they've pretended they've had forever.
I sigh, and with nothing else to do, take out my pretty much empty sketchbook and draw a yellow butterfly that is now hopping from flower to flower, no troubles to worry it.
My temper is at it's edge, my drawing even worse. I draw a lot better when I am not fuming.
But nature calms me down, and it's nature around me right now, so I try to keep still.
The butterfly flutters over onto my knee. Why? I ask it silently. But it has no answer, and just floats away on the breeze.
I look up, realizing it's getting dark. No sooner than I stand up than it starts to rain.
Thick heavy drops pound at, and I knew I should be getting home, though there was nothing to fear; storms came and went, and suddenly as shadows these days.
That's when I see it.
Long, swooping, glittery white in it's creepiness. Maybe just because I was thinking of shadows? But no.
In the presence of ghosts, there was only one thing to do.
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Daily! ʚїɞ 235 words
List of things:
- Mangos
- Frying Pans
- Gurtle
- Climate change
- Potterheads >:D
- Library
I chose Gurtle!
Not long ago, a baby turtle was found just outside of the Main Cabin. He seemed lost. The SWC-ers found him, starving. They tried giving him a variety of foods, from fruit to grubs, but the little turtle wouldn't eat.
Finally, they placed a bowl of mangoes in front of him. The turtle squeaked with joy and ate them up as fast as lightning.
The SWC-ers agreed to let the little turtle stay with them overnight. Even though he cleaned out their whole mango supply, everyone loved him.
They decided to name him ‘Gurtle’, as SWC's version of Gollum.
And when they couldn't find his family, the SWC-ers voted for adopting him.
And ever since, Gurtle has been a joy to all of us. He is very mischievous at times (eating the link for the word wars and critiqutaire) but we all love him.
Okay fine, when he were trying to do heimlich on him to get him to throw up the link… and many times our mango storage has been broken into with Gurtle-sized footprints leading away….
It has only been less than half a session since Gurtle turned up, but it feels like he has been with us forever. Now than you mention it… frying pans seems like it has been going on for several years already too…
Anyway, if there's one thing that makes me happy, it's Gurtle eating links. No, wait…
List of things:
- Mangos
- Frying Pans
- Gurtle
- Climate change
- Potterheads >:D
- Library
I chose Gurtle!
Not long ago, a baby turtle was found just outside of the Main Cabin. He seemed lost. The SWC-ers found him, starving. They tried giving him a variety of foods, from fruit to grubs, but the little turtle wouldn't eat.
Finally, they placed a bowl of mangoes in front of him. The turtle squeaked with joy and ate them up as fast as lightning.
The SWC-ers agreed to let the little turtle stay with them overnight. Even though he cleaned out their whole mango supply, everyone loved him.
They decided to name him ‘Gurtle’, as SWC's version of Gollum.
And when they couldn't find his family, the SWC-ers voted for adopting him.
And ever since, Gurtle has been a joy to all of us. He is very mischievous at times (eating the link for the word wars and critiqutaire) but we all love him.
Okay fine, when he were trying to do heimlich on him to get him to throw up the link… and many times our mango storage has been broken into with Gurtle-sized footprints leading away….
It has only been less than half a session since Gurtle turned up, but it feels like he has been with us forever. Now than you mention it… frying pans seems like it has been going on for several years already too…
Anyway, if there's one thing that makes me happy, it's Gurtle eating links. No, wait…
Author's Note:
yay that was fun to write i dunno if it is accurate but yeah
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“Two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk”
- –tranquility
“How much farther?” panted Ivy.
“Not much.” Lucy answered after a minute, checking the map. “We should be by the stream soon.”
“Find things,” advised Ivy. “That would help making a raft.”
“How do we know we are not going to go out to sea?” Asked Lucy, worried.
Ivy shrugged. “I thought all we cared about was escaping.”
“Let's go then.”
The sisters continued along the path, until it shrank away into bits of leaves and wilderness, nothing more.
“We're off the path.” Ivy noticed.
“Or the path stopped and kept on going.” Lucy looked back. Darkness was falling among them like a thick blanket.
“I don't like this.” moaned Ivy.
A twig snapped, louder than life, and both girls jumped.
“That was me, sorry.” Lucy said, shivering.
“Don't do that!”
As night grew around them, the two girls were nothing but mere shadows, trying to find their way through the tangled, wild woods.
“Are you sure it's this way?”
“Positive!”
Along the way, they tried to gather vines and sticks, but it was hopeless. The girl's drought of confidence was worse than the forest itself.
Finally, Lucy spotted a shaft of moonlight dancing through the bushes, and the roar of water. “Over here!”
“Finally!” Ivy crept through the underbrush. Her voice sounded distant, far away, even though she was standing next to Lucy. “Thank goodness.”
Suddenly, a loud crack sort of noise rang out from the woods, not unlike Lucy stepping on a twig.
“Was that an animal? Or do you think she's following us?” Ivy looked scared, like a cat in headlights.
“If she is, we'd better move on.” Lucy said, trying to stay calm. “Gather vines and logs.”
They ended up putting together a fragile-looking raft, anxious about all the noise they were making, but no one came.
Lucy set the tiny raft in the water, and stumbled on. She then helped Ivy get on, and gave the boat a small push.
It went slowly at first, but then rushed on at a good speed as it carried on. It was lucky they were in such shallow water, because it felt as though the raft would tip at any moment. The stream widened into a river, but the sisters noticed nothing because it was so dark. Ivy felt like the night was swallowing her whole. Every sound made them jump, rocking the boat. They couldn't see where they were going at all. It was hopeless. Brave, daring, and right, yes, but hopeless. Not all heroic adventures end well.
Thud. The raft gently hit something ahead of them. “What is it?” asked Lucy fearfully.
Ivy felt forward and gasped. “Is that what I think it is…?”
“Two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk”
- –tranquility
“How much farther?” panted Ivy.
“Not much.” Lucy answered after a minute, checking the map. “We should be by the stream soon.”
“Find things,” advised Ivy. “That would help making a raft.”
“How do we know we are not going to go out to sea?” Asked Lucy, worried.
Ivy shrugged. “I thought all we cared about was escaping.”
“Let's go then.”
The sisters continued along the path, until it shrank away into bits of leaves and wilderness, nothing more.
“We're off the path.” Ivy noticed.
“Or the path stopped and kept on going.” Lucy looked back. Darkness was falling among them like a thick blanket.
“I don't like this.” moaned Ivy.
A twig snapped, louder than life, and both girls jumped.
“That was me, sorry.” Lucy said, shivering.
“Don't do that!”
As night grew around them, the two girls were nothing but mere shadows, trying to find their way through the tangled, wild woods.
“Are you sure it's this way?”
“Positive!”
Along the way, they tried to gather vines and sticks, but it was hopeless. The girl's drought of confidence was worse than the forest itself.
Finally, Lucy spotted a shaft of moonlight dancing through the bushes, and the roar of water. “Over here!”
“Finally!” Ivy crept through the underbrush. Her voice sounded distant, far away, even though she was standing next to Lucy. “Thank goodness.”
Suddenly, a loud crack sort of noise rang out from the woods, not unlike Lucy stepping on a twig.
“Was that an animal? Or do you think she's following us?” Ivy looked scared, like a cat in headlights.
“If she is, we'd better move on.” Lucy said, trying to stay calm. “Gather vines and logs.”
They ended up putting together a fragile-looking raft, anxious about all the noise they were making, but no one came.
Lucy set the tiny raft in the water, and stumbled on. She then helped Ivy get on, and gave the boat a small push.
It went slowly at first, but then rushed on at a good speed as it carried on. It was lucky they were in such shallow water, because it felt as though the raft would tip at any moment. The stream widened into a river, but the sisters noticed nothing because it was so dark. Ivy felt like the night was swallowing her whole. Every sound made them jump, rocking the boat. They couldn't see where they were going at all. It was hopeless. Brave, daring, and right, yes, but hopeless. Not all heroic adventures end well.
Thud. The raft gently hit something ahead of them. “What is it?” asked Lucy fearfully.
Ivy felt forward and gasped. “Is that what I think it is…?”
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Daily! ʚїɞ 578 words
“Ellen!” Her mom yelled from downstairs. “Set the table!”
Ellen looked up with a start. Then she sighed and lay her book down. “Coming!”
She got up and bookmarked her page. Another day gone. More than anything, she wished something would happen…
The only friends she had ever had were characters, fictional characters, like Charlotte, Hermione, or Willodeen. She loved reading, but she had to admit, she was getting bored. If only she could go on an adventure… but no, her little town of Beachville had a forever drought of adventures, or anything exciting. It didn't even have any beaches.
Ellen stumped down the stairs and got out the silverware. An idea struck her. “Mom?” She asked when they got seated for dinner. "Can we go on a vacation?“
Ellen's younger brother Connor sat straight up with his eyes wide, staring their mother, waiting for an answer.
But she looked at their father's empty chair and sighed. Shook her head. ”Can't afford it.“ Though Ellen knew the real reason.
”Good try“ Conner mouthed at Ellen. ”Though I wish we could still go to the beach.“
Ellen shook her head. Her brother loved the beach ever since their father had taken them two years before. Ever since their father left where they could not get them back, they hadn't gone anywhere. And Ellen's mother… she hadn't been the same.
”Remember when we used to go all those places together, with Dad?“ Ellen prodded a bit farther. Maybe too far.
”I told you, no. It's too much trouble." Mom turned away and took some dishes to the sink, dismissing the conversation.
Ellen went back upstairs, dwelling on her fruitless effort. If they weren't going to go anywhere, how could she have any adventure whatsoever?
She sat on her bed, imagining the days her father was alive, when they traveled the world. Before they had moved here, to this dry, boring town, four whittled to three.
Ellen than remembered something. Digging in her closet, she retrieved a small rectangular box, bathed in dust, from it's depths.
She opened it. It carried two books; one, with makeshift cuttings coming out from it, with a faded but cheery yellow color, and the second, dark green and very thick. Ellen took the first one.
Her scrapbook from several years ago was faded, but her family was smiling up from photos on every page. Her whole family. Before her father…
Ellen turned her attention to the dark green book. It's cover was blank as an empty white canvas. Ellen didn't recognize it.
And hesitantly, she opened it.
The book seemed to explode. Ellen's room wiped away, her feet left the ground, the book swallowed her whole. Ellen let out a shriek no one heard. Words danced around her, slipping this way and that, a blizzard of book, impossible to read.
Suddenly it stopped. Ellen fell hard onto the ground. She sat up and looked around.
It was a sea of grass. The green book was lying next to her. A red barn stood in the distance.
Suddenly, Ellen gasped. She reached for the book and opened it hurriedly. Once again, it swallowed her.
She found herself in her room, in the same position she had left in. The book was lying on the floor.
What Ellen saw did not make her want to go on an adventure in a long time.
“Ellen!” Her mom yelled from downstairs. “Set the table!”
Ellen looked up with a start. Then she sighed and lay her book down. “Coming!”
She got up and bookmarked her page. Another day gone. More than anything, she wished something would happen…
The only friends she had ever had were characters, fictional characters, like Charlotte, Hermione, or Willodeen. She loved reading, but she had to admit, she was getting bored. If only she could go on an adventure… but no, her little town of Beachville had a forever drought of adventures, or anything exciting. It didn't even have any beaches.
Ellen stumped down the stairs and got out the silverware. An idea struck her. “Mom?” She asked when they got seated for dinner. "Can we go on a vacation?“
Ellen's younger brother Connor sat straight up with his eyes wide, staring their mother, waiting for an answer.
But she looked at their father's empty chair and sighed. Shook her head. ”Can't afford it.“ Though Ellen knew the real reason.
”Good try“ Conner mouthed at Ellen. ”Though I wish we could still go to the beach.“
Ellen shook her head. Her brother loved the beach ever since their father had taken them two years before. Ever since their father left where they could not get them back, they hadn't gone anywhere. And Ellen's mother… she hadn't been the same.
”Remember when we used to go all those places together, with Dad?“ Ellen prodded a bit farther. Maybe too far.
”I told you, no. It's too much trouble." Mom turned away and took some dishes to the sink, dismissing the conversation.
Ellen went back upstairs, dwelling on her fruitless effort. If they weren't going to go anywhere, how could she have any adventure whatsoever?
She sat on her bed, imagining the days her father was alive, when they traveled the world. Before they had moved here, to this dry, boring town, four whittled to three.
Ellen than remembered something. Digging in her closet, she retrieved a small rectangular box, bathed in dust, from it's depths.
She opened it. It carried two books; one, with makeshift cuttings coming out from it, with a faded but cheery yellow color, and the second, dark green and very thick. Ellen took the first one.
Her scrapbook from several years ago was faded, but her family was smiling up from photos on every page. Her whole family. Before her father…
Ellen turned her attention to the dark green book. It's cover was blank as an empty white canvas. Ellen didn't recognize it.
And hesitantly, she opened it.
The book seemed to explode. Ellen's room wiped away, her feet left the ground, the book swallowed her whole. Ellen let out a shriek no one heard. Words danced around her, slipping this way and that, a blizzard of book, impossible to read.
Suddenly it stopped. Ellen fell hard onto the ground. She sat up and looked around.
It was a sea of grass. The green book was lying next to her. A red barn stood in the distance.
Suddenly, Ellen gasped. She reached for the book and opened it hurriedly. Once again, it swallowed her.
She found herself in her room, in the same position she had left in. The book was lying on the floor.
What Ellen saw did not make her want to go on an adventure in a long time.
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Part 1 (717 words):
- Amaranth = immortality
- Bay = glory
- Euphorbia = vanity
- Geranium = envy
- Hellebore = madness
- Ice plant = heartless
- Kingcups = desire of riches
- Nightshade = sorcery, dark thoughts
- Oleander = beware
- Jasmine = chivalry
- Snowdrop = hope
“She's hiding something. Something dreadful.” I say, thinking of the worst. “What do you think?” I take a sideways glance at my best friend.
Jasmine sighs. “I don't know. It's not right to…”
“Find out?” I say skeptically. “The Nightshade is meddling with dark magic, Jasmine, and everyone should know.”
“What is her real name, anyway? Why does everyone call her ‘The Nightshade’?”
“'Cause she's the creepiest woman in town.” I start to say, but Jas cuts me off.
“And besides, you want to take on a full grown witch, when you're thirteen-”
“So are you-”
“And how will you prove it anyway?”
We were silent for a minute. Then I clap my hands. “Perfect idea!”
She looks startled. “Blossom, what-”
“Let's sneak into her mansion! Tonight would be good- we can just peer through some windows and find- find something to prove-”
Jasmine looks at me like I'm crazy. “Blossom, no-”
“Think, Jas!” I say. “Iff we find a shred of evidence, The Nightshade will be gone for good! Don't forget,” I lower my voice. “She is the reason my parents are dead.”
Jas squirms, uncomfortable. “What if she catches you?”
"Not you. Us.“
Jasmine sighs. ”Okay, lets just say you- I mean we- get into to huge mansion, the gardens surrounding it, and find- er- evidence. Then what?“
”We go to the Trackers. They'll figure out what to do with her.“ I say, figuring it out, pumping my fist into the air. ”Come the park at midnight, okay? Wear dark clothes.“
”I don't know about this.“ Jasmine looks scared, worried even.
I look down at a snowdrop sticking out of the ground, only a light frost covering it as winter was passing. I pick it up and give it to Jas.
”We'll be together,“ I assure her. ” With all the huge flowerbeds The Nightshade has, we'll have a lot of places to hide. We just go in, snap some photos of the evidence, and get out. We'll be fine.“
And I head home, hoping beyond hope that it is true.
~
That night, I meet Jasmine at the park. The street looks so empty.
”Ready?" I murmur, shivering from the cold.
She nods silently, and we bike off.
The Nightshade's mansion is surrounded thickly by huge, towering flowerbeds, making it hard to see the actual building itself. You could just make out the tallest spiky tower against the dark sky.
I push at a gate. Surprisingly, it's unlocked. I expected a loud creak, like in the movies, but it slid open silently, which made it even more creepier.
We crept forward, Jasmine shaking, though ever faithful, doing, she and I both know, what is right. Or right enough, anyway.
We both nudge behind a huge euphorbia bush when a quiet, sharp crack echos toward us, but all seems calm.
“C'mon.” I say, almost eagerly, as we head toward the mansion. Finally, I'm going to find out…
Jasmine hides behind a hellebore, me a geranium, looking for the right way. It's impossible to tell.
A loud kind of popping noice rings out, and I jump so bad I crush some ice plant under my foot. “What was that?” Jas whispers.
I look around, my heart beating. “Let's keep going, and keep your eyes peeled.”
Just as we pass some kingcups, weird little orange flowers, I see a large raven sitting on the third tallest tower. He gives me a beady stare, then swoops away.
“I don't like this.” Jasmine moans.
A shriek suddenly pierced the night, but loud as it was, suddenly stopped. Too suddenly. My blood turns cold. I grasp onto some bay plant for support.
“Blossom! Over here!” came Jasmine's voice. I get up, shaking; what happened? Why did I decide to do this? And I dragged poor Jasmine along with me…
I follow her voice past some oleander. And there it is.
The mansion. The front door, black as iron, with small spikes, is larger than life. I gulp.
Suddenly, The door flies open. Dark, with long reddish-purple hair reaching to the floor, tiny horns, a long black robe, and, more curiously, a face, one that looked as though it was once beautiful. There was nothing beautiful around that stare, or the long spiky hair either.
The Nightshade.
Part 2 (655 words):
Note: This is all made up.
There was once an old king who ruled an old kingdom. He was not a normal king. He had a gift, you could say, for finding old things. Valuable things. Things he maybe weren't supposed to have.
Jewels and crowns, cups and even chandeliers, the king collected it all. Some of it came from the villagers in the kingdoms, old family heirlooms and stuff, bullied into giving them up by the king.
And Melissa Skywane was no different. A middle-aged woman, she moved into the kingdom with only a leather suitcase and something wrapped in brown paper.
She became part of the community, knew the people, rented a tiny cottage to live in. She married and had two twin daughters whose names where Macy and Ama.
But of the object in brown paper she told no one. That is, at least, until time was right and she could pass it on.
Macy was dark-haired and very talented in several subjects like math and law. She wanted to leave the kingdom when she was older and go to the city, and was very displeased when her mother told her she couldn't afford it.
Ama was smaller, and had inherited Melissa's red hair. She was more kind than her hot-tempered sister, more steady. She loved animals, was quiet, careful, kind, and loved to read.
As time drew nearer, Melissa thought and thought about who to give it to. The answer was obvious- Macy was furious with her at the moment- in fact had pretty much been with her her whole life. Where as Ama, she knew, would take good care of it, and pass it on as needed. But if Macy found out…
One day, Melissa took Ama to an empty room. She took the brown paper off of the object.
It was a teapot, glistening white, studded with gems. “Keep it safe, Ama,” Melissa said. “I know you can.”
It was not the value of the teapot that Melissa treasured- it was it's history and what it meant to the family, not to mention, though they didn't know it, the whole world. If it was destroyed…
Melissa explained all this to her loving and caring daughter, and added at the end “And don't let your sister know I gave it you.”
Little did she know, Macy was listening at the door and boiling with rage. How dare she give such a valuable thing to her talentless and worthless sister? How dare she?
So Macy made a plan. In the dead of night, she stole the teapot from her sister, and went to the king.
The king was delighted. He said he would give a very good price to Macy for it, enough so that she could go to the city.
She warned him though, the magic it carried, and to be careful. He wasn't.
When Ama found out about this (all the villagers were talking about how the king acquired a rare teapot) she sent a man who had always loved her to fetch it for her.
This man was no ordinary person- he was a centaur in the name of Sagittarius. He grabbed a bow and arrow and went to save the world. The teapot kept the world together. Sagittarius knew this, but the king didn't.
When he sensed an intruder int he palace, he sent his knights after him. They surrounded Sagittarius, but he lunged at the king and missed, but knocked the teapot
down
down
down
to the ground. Sagittarius, in his desperation, used his magic and sent the teapot toward the sky, but he went to far. He took himself with him, lifting the teapot to space.
And there it stayed, him and the pot, forever in the sky. The teapot watches over and keeps the world together.
PS. Ama was depressed about Sagittarius but happy that now the world would forever be together. Macy came back to the family and apologized.
Part 3:
The aesthetic set is on my alt dolphin_cove! It is the Nightshade one. Find it on my profile there <3
Part 4 (772 words):
Violet returned to the Main Cabin after Cabin Wars. “Phew. Our last war is complete!”
Faith sat down next to her. “Yeah. It was fun.” She took out a mango. “Want some?”
The two friend sat there contentedly eating mangoes until Gurtle waddled up. He looked at the mango with big eyes and gave Violet a puppy-eye stare and a small, adorable squeak.
“Fine,” Violet teased and handed her mango to Gurtle, who promptly swallowed it.
Alya and Cecilia, fellow bug-humans from Thriller, came over. “Mangos!” Ayla squeals, munching down on one.
“Even better,” Violet strikes a match and sets a mango ablaze. “Arson mangos! Let's commit mangoarson on Poetry and Sci-fi.” She says with an evil grin.
Cecilia laughs. “Yes, we need to work our way into first somehow.”
Faith lays back. “Ah, March air.”
“March is one of my favorite seasons.” Violet agreed. “The other ones are July and November.”
Everyone laughed.
“So have any of you finished the weekly yet?” Violet asks. Faith shook her head. “I need inspiration.”
“Here's my weekly.” Violet handed her a link.
Just then, Rockie, CJ, and Aurora came up. Rockie and CJ were the leaders of the Academy, and Aurora was another fellow bug-human (bug-cat?). “Hi guys, what-” Rockie starts, then “GURTLE, NO!”
Gurtle had lunged hungrily for the link in Faith's hand. Before Rockie could catch him, he had swallowed the link whole.
“Gurtle!” Faith complains while everyone laughs. Gurtle gives her a little squeak and a shrug.
“Moral: Never have a link- or mangos- with you when Gurtle is around.” Aurora joked.
Just then, one of the hosts came and pinned a paper to the bulletin board. “New daily!”
Violet ran over to check. All the paper said was ‘Meet at the big house in an hour.’ She went back to the others, puzzled, and told them the daily.
“Sounds interesting.” said Faith. “Shall we go?”
In precisely one hour Faith and Violet entered the big house.
“Hello and welcome everyone!” Starr announced.
“Today we have the pleasure of announcing the…” Moonlit paused. “SWC Treasure Hunt!”
Everyone started talking immediately.
“You will divide into partners and-”
Squeak!
Everyone looked around for the sound.
Squeak!
“What was that?” Toko whispered.
“Maybe a huge squeaking mango.” Skyler said with a grin.
Squeak!
Mint muttered “Take out your pans, people.”
A few people took out frying pans.
Bella giggled. “Will frying pans be a good weapon against giant mangos?”
“We could just eat it.” Violet suggested.
Squeak!
“Hey, it's coming from over there!” Snowy dashes over to a big arm chair. Everyone crowds around.
“A talking armchair…” Aurora starts, before she saw. “Oh!”
“Gurtle!” Everyone cried exasperatedly.
“All right, everyone, back to the daily. So the rules-” Starr started.
Squeak!
“Gurtle, please-”
Squeak!
“Gurtle, what-”
"I want to play too!“
Everyone fell silent. The fact that Gurtle could talk…
”Okay.“ Moonlit said finally. ”You can play too. So… yes… well… the rules. Every team will get a list of stuff to find. Be creative! You never know what that stuff will be. You might have to write it. So, yes, find your partners…“
Violet and Faith locked eyes. ”Partners?“ They asked together. They shook on it.
”Who will take Gurtle?“ Alia asked.
Violet raised her hand. ”We will!“
”Perfect! Here are your lists everybody…“
Faith received a list. ”The first thing… ‘A mango in a frying pan.’ That's easy, I have one on my pfp!" She showed it to them.
Squeak!
“Gurtle, no-”
With a gulp, the mango was gone. Violet sighed.
"Oops, sorry.“
”We'll come back to that later.“ Violet decided. ”Gurtle will eat the next one as well. What is the next thing?“
”'100 words of SWC fanfiction.'“ Faith read.
”Awesome. Let's go!“
It didn't take them very long to finish a hundred words together. After adding them to the Thriller Training Complex, they sent the link to the Main Cabin (making sure Gurtle wouldn't eat it.)
”Squeak! I'm hungry!“ Gurtle said.
Faith and Violet sighed. Violet dug in her bag and pulled out some dried mango and an old link for a word war she won two sessions ago. Gurtle gulped them up. Fast.
”What's the next thing we need to find- er, write?“
”'75 words of a rhyming poem about water.' Oh, well.“ Faith sighed.
Violet took out a pencil. ”Flowing and gushing, the water goes… um, then what?“
”…To start eat mangoes." Gurtle finished. Faith sighed and handed him a mango, which disappeared within seconds.
Sorry, I have to do an abrupt stop here. I'll continue it some other time :)
Part 1 (717 words):
- Amaranth = immortality
- Bay = glory
- Euphorbia = vanity
- Geranium = envy
- Hellebore = madness
- Ice plant = heartless
- Kingcups = desire of riches
- Nightshade = sorcery, dark thoughts
- Oleander = beware
- Jasmine = chivalry
- Snowdrop = hope
“She's hiding something. Something dreadful.” I say, thinking of the worst. “What do you think?” I take a sideways glance at my best friend.
Jasmine sighs. “I don't know. It's not right to…”
“Find out?” I say skeptically. “The Nightshade is meddling with dark magic, Jasmine, and everyone should know.”
“What is her real name, anyway? Why does everyone call her ‘The Nightshade’?”
“'Cause she's the creepiest woman in town.” I start to say, but Jas cuts me off.
“And besides, you want to take on a full grown witch, when you're thirteen-”
“So are you-”
“And how will you prove it anyway?”
We were silent for a minute. Then I clap my hands. “Perfect idea!”
She looks startled. “Blossom, what-”
“Let's sneak into her mansion! Tonight would be good- we can just peer through some windows and find- find something to prove-”
Jasmine looks at me like I'm crazy. “Blossom, no-”
“Think, Jas!” I say. “Iff we find a shred of evidence, The Nightshade will be gone for good! Don't forget,” I lower my voice. “She is the reason my parents are dead.”
Jas squirms, uncomfortable. “What if she catches you?”
"Not you. Us.“
Jasmine sighs. ”Okay, lets just say you- I mean we- get into to huge mansion, the gardens surrounding it, and find- er- evidence. Then what?“
”We go to the Trackers. They'll figure out what to do with her.“ I say, figuring it out, pumping my fist into the air. ”Come the park at midnight, okay? Wear dark clothes.“
”I don't know about this.“ Jasmine looks scared, worried even.
I look down at a snowdrop sticking out of the ground, only a light frost covering it as winter was passing. I pick it up and give it to Jas.
”We'll be together,“ I assure her. ” With all the huge flowerbeds The Nightshade has, we'll have a lot of places to hide. We just go in, snap some photos of the evidence, and get out. We'll be fine.“
And I head home, hoping beyond hope that it is true.
~
That night, I meet Jasmine at the park. The street looks so empty.
”Ready?" I murmur, shivering from the cold.
She nods silently, and we bike off.
The Nightshade's mansion is surrounded thickly by huge, towering flowerbeds, making it hard to see the actual building itself. You could just make out the tallest spiky tower against the dark sky.
I push at a gate. Surprisingly, it's unlocked. I expected a loud creak, like in the movies, but it slid open silently, which made it even more creepier.
We crept forward, Jasmine shaking, though ever faithful, doing, she and I both know, what is right. Or right enough, anyway.
We both nudge behind a huge euphorbia bush when a quiet, sharp crack echos toward us, but all seems calm.
“C'mon.” I say, almost eagerly, as we head toward the mansion. Finally, I'm going to find out…
Jasmine hides behind a hellebore, me a geranium, looking for the right way. It's impossible to tell.
A loud kind of popping noice rings out, and I jump so bad I crush some ice plant under my foot. “What was that?” Jas whispers.
I look around, my heart beating. “Let's keep going, and keep your eyes peeled.”
Just as we pass some kingcups, weird little orange flowers, I see a large raven sitting on the third tallest tower. He gives me a beady stare, then swoops away.
“I don't like this.” Jasmine moans.
A shriek suddenly pierced the night, but loud as it was, suddenly stopped. Too suddenly. My blood turns cold. I grasp onto some bay plant for support.
“Blossom! Over here!” came Jasmine's voice. I get up, shaking; what happened? Why did I decide to do this? And I dragged poor Jasmine along with me…
I follow her voice past some oleander. And there it is.
The mansion. The front door, black as iron, with small spikes, is larger than life. I gulp.
Suddenly, The door flies open. Dark, with long reddish-purple hair reaching to the floor, tiny horns, a long black robe, and, more curiously, a face, one that looked as though it was once beautiful. There was nothing beautiful around that stare, or the long spiky hair either.
The Nightshade.
Part 2 (655 words):
Note: This is all made up.
There was once an old king who ruled an old kingdom. He was not a normal king. He had a gift, you could say, for finding old things. Valuable things. Things he maybe weren't supposed to have.
Jewels and crowns, cups and even chandeliers, the king collected it all. Some of it came from the villagers in the kingdoms, old family heirlooms and stuff, bullied into giving them up by the king.
And Melissa Skywane was no different. A middle-aged woman, she moved into the kingdom with only a leather suitcase and something wrapped in brown paper.
She became part of the community, knew the people, rented a tiny cottage to live in. She married and had two twin daughters whose names where Macy and Ama.
But of the object in brown paper she told no one. That is, at least, until time was right and she could pass it on.
Macy was dark-haired and very talented in several subjects like math and law. She wanted to leave the kingdom when she was older and go to the city, and was very displeased when her mother told her she couldn't afford it.
Ama was smaller, and had inherited Melissa's red hair. She was more kind than her hot-tempered sister, more steady. She loved animals, was quiet, careful, kind, and loved to read.
As time drew nearer, Melissa thought and thought about who to give it to. The answer was obvious- Macy was furious with her at the moment- in fact had pretty much been with her her whole life. Where as Ama, she knew, would take good care of it, and pass it on as needed. But if Macy found out…
One day, Melissa took Ama to an empty room. She took the brown paper off of the object.
It was a teapot, glistening white, studded with gems. “Keep it safe, Ama,” Melissa said. “I know you can.”
It was not the value of the teapot that Melissa treasured- it was it's history and what it meant to the family, not to mention, though they didn't know it, the whole world. If it was destroyed…
Melissa explained all this to her loving and caring daughter, and added at the end “And don't let your sister know I gave it you.”
Little did she know, Macy was listening at the door and boiling with rage. How dare she give such a valuable thing to her talentless and worthless sister? How dare she?
So Macy made a plan. In the dead of night, she stole the teapot from her sister, and went to the king.
The king was delighted. He said he would give a very good price to Macy for it, enough so that she could go to the city.
She warned him though, the magic it carried, and to be careful. He wasn't.
When Ama found out about this (all the villagers were talking about how the king acquired a rare teapot) she sent a man who had always loved her to fetch it for her.
This man was no ordinary person- he was a centaur in the name of Sagittarius. He grabbed a bow and arrow and went to save the world. The teapot kept the world together. Sagittarius knew this, but the king didn't.
When he sensed an intruder int he palace, he sent his knights after him. They surrounded Sagittarius, but he lunged at the king and missed, but knocked the teapot
down
down
down
to the ground. Sagittarius, in his desperation, used his magic and sent the teapot toward the sky, but he went to far. He took himself with him, lifting the teapot to space.
And there it stayed, him and the pot, forever in the sky. The teapot watches over and keeps the world together.
PS. Ama was depressed about Sagittarius but happy that now the world would forever be together. Macy came back to the family and apologized.
Part 3:
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Part 4 (772 words):
Violet returned to the Main Cabin after Cabin Wars. “Phew. Our last war is complete!”
Faith sat down next to her. “Yeah. It was fun.” She took out a mango. “Want some?”
The two friend sat there contentedly eating mangoes until Gurtle waddled up. He looked at the mango with big eyes and gave Violet a puppy-eye stare and a small, adorable squeak.
“Fine,” Violet teased and handed her mango to Gurtle, who promptly swallowed it.
Alya and Cecilia, fellow bug-humans from Thriller, came over. “Mangos!” Ayla squeals, munching down on one.
“Even better,” Violet strikes a match and sets a mango ablaze. “Arson mangos! Let's commit mangoarson on Poetry and Sci-fi.” She says with an evil grin.
Cecilia laughs. “Yes, we need to work our way into first somehow.”
Faith lays back. “Ah, March air.”
“March is one of my favorite seasons.” Violet agreed. “The other ones are July and November.”
Everyone laughed.
“So have any of you finished the weekly yet?” Violet asks. Faith shook her head. “I need inspiration.”
“Here's my weekly.” Violet handed her a link.
Just then, Rockie, CJ, and Aurora came up. Rockie and CJ were the leaders of the Academy, and Aurora was another fellow bug-human (bug-cat?). “Hi guys, what-” Rockie starts, then “GURTLE, NO!”
Gurtle had lunged hungrily for the link in Faith's hand. Before Rockie could catch him, he had swallowed the link whole.
“Gurtle!” Faith complains while everyone laughs. Gurtle gives her a little squeak and a shrug.
“Moral: Never have a link- or mangos- with you when Gurtle is around.” Aurora joked.
Just then, one of the hosts came and pinned a paper to the bulletin board. “New daily!”
Violet ran over to check. All the paper said was ‘Meet at the big house in an hour.’ She went back to the others, puzzled, and told them the daily.
“Sounds interesting.” said Faith. “Shall we go?”
In precisely one hour Faith and Violet entered the big house.
“Hello and welcome everyone!” Starr announced.
“Today we have the pleasure of announcing the…” Moonlit paused. “SWC Treasure Hunt!”
Everyone started talking immediately.
“You will divide into partners and-”
Squeak!
Everyone looked around for the sound.
Squeak!
“What was that?” Toko whispered.
“Maybe a huge squeaking mango.” Skyler said with a grin.
Squeak!
Mint muttered “Take out your pans, people.”
A few people took out frying pans.
Bella giggled. “Will frying pans be a good weapon against giant mangos?”
“We could just eat it.” Violet suggested.
Squeak!
“Hey, it's coming from over there!” Snowy dashes over to a big arm chair. Everyone crowds around.
“A talking armchair…” Aurora starts, before she saw. “Oh!”
“Gurtle!” Everyone cried exasperatedly.
“All right, everyone, back to the daily. So the rules-” Starr started.
Squeak!
“Gurtle, please-”
Squeak!
“Gurtle, what-”
"I want to play too!“
Everyone fell silent. The fact that Gurtle could talk…
”Okay.“ Moonlit said finally. ”You can play too. So… yes… well… the rules. Every team will get a list of stuff to find. Be creative! You never know what that stuff will be. You might have to write it. So, yes, find your partners…“
Violet and Faith locked eyes. ”Partners?“ They asked together. They shook on it.
”Who will take Gurtle?“ Alia asked.
Violet raised her hand. ”We will!“
”Perfect! Here are your lists everybody…“
Faith received a list. ”The first thing… ‘A mango in a frying pan.’ That's easy, I have one on my pfp!" She showed it to them.
Squeak!
“Gurtle, no-”
With a gulp, the mango was gone. Violet sighed.
"Oops, sorry.“
”We'll come back to that later.“ Violet decided. ”Gurtle will eat the next one as well. What is the next thing?“
”'100 words of SWC fanfiction.'“ Faith read.
”Awesome. Let's go!“
It didn't take them very long to finish a hundred words together. After adding them to the Thriller Training Complex, they sent the link to the Main Cabin (making sure Gurtle wouldn't eat it.)
”Squeak! I'm hungry!“ Gurtle said.
Faith and Violet sighed. Violet dug in her bag and pulled out some dried mango and an old link for a word war she won two sessions ago. Gurtle gulped them up. Fast.
”What's the next thing we need to find- er, write?“
”'75 words of a rhyming poem about water.' Oh, well.“ Faith sighed.
Violet took out a pencil. ”Flowing and gushing, the water goes… um, then what?“
”…To start eat mangoes." Gurtle finished. Faith sighed and handed him a mango, which disappeared within seconds.
Sorry, I have to do an abrupt stop here. I'll continue it some other time :)
Author's Note:
Yay it's done <3
Special mentions to:
- rocksalmon800
- ReadWriteSing
- cb2jkl
- justoneyesterday
- FairyAyla
- minergold48
- SnowdropSugar
- -BookDragon-
- -Wraiith
- TokoWrites
- MoonlitSeas
- Stariqe
- Cat_Lover4132
Hope you enjoy!
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Daily! ʚїɞ 517 words
I skip along the sidewalk. It's my tenth birthday.
Usually I don't like birthdays. Too many people! And ugh- the cake. But ten is special.
Today I get my power.
See, we're not like you. You earthlings- I mean humans- don't have powers. I mean, not the ones we get. Not stuff like Telepathy and Mind Reading and Flying and Shape Shifting and Size Changing and Appearing and Guardian and… well, a lot more. On every cyborg's tenth birthday (or manufacturing day) you get your power.
The one I want is Invisibility. Being able to hide from the rest of the world is something I have always longed to do. Let's just say that people aren't usually shy here.
Like me.
My order sister, Jane, rolled her eyes and me skipping. She thought everything I did was immature. Well, one of her eyes rolled. The other one was a camera. 17-year-old Jane's power was Sensing. She worked as a Junior at a factory plant. Though she had that camera eye since she was born, my parents said.
Jane was split evenly down the center, one half of her body robot and the other human. Mama was assorted, one ear a radar dish and one leg mechanical and stuff like that. I don't know how Dad was.
He died a long time ago.
I look more like a human than anyone else. I don't have a singe metal part in my body. Mama always says it's because I'm special. “It's all inside you,” she would say. Jane said it was because I was weird.
I didn't care though. Not today.
We reached the place we were looking for. A huge, domed metal building with a sign on it reading ‘Power/Job Choosing.’
A scribbly nervous feeling consumed me. I'd forgotten that what power you got effected your job too. You didn't get to choose.
We walked inside. A lady with spiky, metal tube-y hair and a bored voice greeted us. “Check in.” She handed Mama a steel clipboard and a pen. “Name of kid, date of birth, time, parent or guardian signature…”
While Mama filled out the form, I looked around. It was a pretty cold place, and I don't mean the temperature. Even though I've looked forward to this my whole life, I wished it will be over soon.
We walked inside. “Step right up there.” The lady pointed to a raised round thing sticking out from the ground. I obeyed, and she tapped keys on her computer. “Okay. No need to be nervous.” She said in the same bored voice. “It's just going to scan you, and you get a power based off of your personality.” She sounded as if she said it a thousand times before. Which she probably had.
Blue light flashed around. Jane clicked on her phone. A weird, tingling sensation spread through me as an invisible scanner went through.
Invisibility I thought as hard as I could. Please, invisibility…
“HUMAN.” The computer announced. Mama gasped, and Jane's head shot up.
What? Human? No, I couldn't be…
I skip along the sidewalk. It's my tenth birthday.
Usually I don't like birthdays. Too many people! And ugh- the cake. But ten is special.
Today I get my power.
See, we're not like you. You earthlings- I mean humans- don't have powers. I mean, not the ones we get. Not stuff like Telepathy and Mind Reading and Flying and Shape Shifting and Size Changing and Appearing and Guardian and… well, a lot more. On every cyborg's tenth birthday (or manufacturing day) you get your power.
The one I want is Invisibility. Being able to hide from the rest of the world is something I have always longed to do. Let's just say that people aren't usually shy here.
Like me.
My order sister, Jane, rolled her eyes and me skipping. She thought everything I did was immature. Well, one of her eyes rolled. The other one was a camera. 17-year-old Jane's power was Sensing. She worked as a Junior at a factory plant. Though she had that camera eye since she was born, my parents said.
Jane was split evenly down the center, one half of her body robot and the other human. Mama was assorted, one ear a radar dish and one leg mechanical and stuff like that. I don't know how Dad was.
He died a long time ago.
I look more like a human than anyone else. I don't have a singe metal part in my body. Mama always says it's because I'm special. “It's all inside you,” she would say. Jane said it was because I was weird.
I didn't care though. Not today.
We reached the place we were looking for. A huge, domed metal building with a sign on it reading ‘Power/Job Choosing.’
A scribbly nervous feeling consumed me. I'd forgotten that what power you got effected your job too. You didn't get to choose.
We walked inside. A lady with spiky, metal tube-y hair and a bored voice greeted us. “Check in.” She handed Mama a steel clipboard and a pen. “Name of kid, date of birth, time, parent or guardian signature…”
While Mama filled out the form, I looked around. It was a pretty cold place, and I don't mean the temperature. Even though I've looked forward to this my whole life, I wished it will be over soon.
We walked inside. “Step right up there.” The lady pointed to a raised round thing sticking out from the ground. I obeyed, and she tapped keys on her computer. “Okay. No need to be nervous.” She said in the same bored voice. “It's just going to scan you, and you get a power based off of your personality.” She sounded as if she said it a thousand times before. Which she probably had.
Blue light flashed around. Jane clicked on her phone. A weird, tingling sensation spread through me as an invisible scanner went through.
Invisibility I thought as hard as I could. Please, invisibility…
“HUMAN.” The computer announced. Mama gasped, and Jane's head shot up.
What? Human? No, I couldn't be…
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when I receive [SWC is over v]
play sound [crying v]
say [I need mangoes]
say [I can't wait for next session...]
play sound [sob v]
play sound [sigh v]
set [happiness v] to [0]
when I receive [mango v]
change [happiness v] by (100)
say [I can't wait for July...]
when green flag clicked
forever
play sound [sob because SWC is over v]
end
define Gurtle
say [a very naughty turtle]
when green flag clicked
go to [Main Cabin v]
broadcast [rant v]
if <Gurtle is hungry> then
say [Want a mango?]
broadcast [give mango to Gurtle v]
change [happiness v] by (50)
play sound [eat mango v]
change [happiness v] by (100)
end
when I receive [I'm bored v]
say [...]
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Thank you notes <3 ʚїɞ SWC March 2024 ʚїɞ 389 words
Another session done :sigh: *hands out mangoes* Thank you to…
- CJ, Poppy, and Rockie <3
You guys are, like, the best leaders everrrrrrrrrr tysm for everything <3333 I was so glad to have you as my leaders this session I've had so much fun in Thriller this March and you guys are responsible > I really hope we see each other again in July 
tysm for making this session so special <3 #thrillerftw! (*sends you all thousands of mangoes*) <333
- Hosts & daily team (MoonlitSeas, Stariqe, Sunclaw68, Luna-Lovegood-LOL, -redredrobin-, and mossflower29)
SWC wouldn't be possible without you <3333333 ty for making it so amazing (and for giving us a surprise balrogurtle cabin wars hehe) ;D tysm for everything :3 *hands out mangoes and cookies*
- Siblings <3 (Dystopian and Script)
Ahh you all are so fun <3 Dystopian and Script are slayyy i've had so much fun hanging out with you guys in the sibling studio I hope we meet each other again in July! *mango and cookie waterfall* <33333
- Faith
Ah faith <3333 idk what i'd do without you hehe ;D you've been such a good friend and i'm so glad we were in the same cabin together here are some mangoes and cookies (or better- mango cookies)
- Aurora
Aurora <33 you are such a good friend and i hope to see you again in July! *hands out mangoes*
- Luna
Luna ahhh you such a good friend hehe <3 it was fun fighting the balrog with you i hope to see you in july lol mango and cookie time <333
- Ayla
Ayla! How's it going with those dangerous legs? XD here are some mangoes and cookies hope to see you in july! <33
- Silvi
hi silvi! hows it going- didn't get much time to talk to you hi-fi is awesome hehe take some mangoes and cookies <333 see you in July!
- Gurtle
GURTLE AHH I'M GOING TO MISS YOU <3333 here's one last mango buddy thank you for creating so much trouble it was fun
- Balrog
…good riddance.
If I forgot you i'm sorry i'll add more later <333 thank you all, hope to see you in July!
P.S. mangoes
P.S.S. frying pans
P.S.S.S. gurtle
P.S.S.S.S. idk what else so bye
Another session done :sigh: *hands out mangoes* Thank you to…
- CJ, Poppy, and Rockie <3
You guys are, like, the best leaders everrrrrrrrrr tysm for everything <3333 I was so glad to have you as my leaders this session
I've had so much fun in Thriller this March and you guys are responsible > I really hope we see each other again in July 
tysm for making this session so special <3 #thrillerftw! (*sends you all thousands of mangoes*) <333- Hosts & daily team (MoonlitSeas, Stariqe, Sunclaw68, Luna-Lovegood-LOL, -redredrobin-, and mossflower29)
SWC wouldn't be possible without you <3333333 ty for making it so amazing
(and for giving us a surprise balrogurtle cabin wars hehe) ;D tysm for everything :3 *hands out mangoes and cookies*- Siblings <3 (Dystopian and Script)
Ahh you all are so fun <3 Dystopian and Script are slayyy i've had so much fun hanging out with you guys in the sibling studio
I hope we meet each other again in July! *mango and cookie waterfall* <33333- Faith
Ah faith <3333 idk what i'd do without you hehe ;D you've been such a good friend and i'm so glad we were in the same cabin together
here are some mangoes and cookies (or better- mango cookies) - Aurora
Aurora <33 you are such a good friend and i hope to see you again in July! *hands out mangoes*
- Luna
Luna ahhh you such a good friend hehe <3 it was fun fighting the balrog with you
i hope to see you in july lol mango and cookie time <333- Ayla
Ayla! How's it going with those dangerous legs? XD here are some mangoes and cookies
hope to see you in july! <33- Silvi
hi silvi! hows it going- didn't get much time to talk to you
hi-fi is awesome hehe take some mangoes and cookies <333 see you in July!- Gurtle
GURTLE AHH I'M GOING TO MISS YOU <3333 here's one last mango buddy thank you for creating so much trouble it was fun
- Balrog
…good riddance.
If I forgot you i'm sorry i'll add more later <333 thank you all, hope to see you in July!
P.S. mangoes
P.S.S. frying pans
P.S.S.S. gurtle
P.S.S.S.S. idk what else so bye
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A Safe House for Broken Dreams ❃ MMAP prompt ❃ 1101 words
“A safe house for broken dreams”
- TheBibliophile7
I am an ordinary person.
I like everything to be normal. Explanatory. Simple. Predictable.
Unfortunately, I didn't exactly have good luck with these wishes.
“You have magic,” my grandmother always says. “It's in your blood.” Before my mother shush her.
My grandmother was the only person I could talk to freely about the ‘strange going-ons’ (as my grandmother put it.) Unfortunately (you'll hear that word a lot- all my dreams and hopes always shatter), the rest of my family was worried about Gran's mental health when she talked of magic. The day they took her away (to some place in a different state), she gave me a necklace. Her last gift. And I could tell by holding it it was magic.
“Put it on- no, not right now-” She whispered, pushing the chain into my palm, “And make a wish.” Some people knocked on the door. “Keep your head,” Gran whispered. “And don't show your parents, or you'll be locked up same as me. I love you dear. Follow your instincts.”
And she was gone.
I went up to my room and stuffed the necklace into my drawer after one long look. I wouldn't cry. But this was not normal. All this talk of magic… it was enthralling, the stuff Gran told me, but I didn't want to be a part of it. I wanted it to be a story, one that ends with ‘happily ever after.’ And I did not want to be locked away.
I told myself I wouldn't put on the necklace. I told myself I wouldn't cause trouble for Gran and me. I told myself Gran would never know.
Unfortunately, conscience tugged me the other way. I waited until my parents had gone to bed, tired and sad but sure they had done the right thing (they were wrong there) and then I opened my wardrobe and took out the necklace. It had a small diamond hanging from the pearl chain. I took a deep breath and slipped it on.
I shut my eyes and thought hard on what to wish. Without opening my eyes, my hand groped forward and found the diamond. I squeezed it tightly.
But what to wish for? I should have wished that my Gran come back. I should have wished that my parents didn't have to be on their feet and work twelve hours a day. I should have wished that I get to go to school. I should have wished that we weren't so poor.
But I whispered "I wish to be normal.“
After a minute, when no flash of light snaked into my room, no huge bang and everything was right, no people came to lock me away, I opened my eyes.
I checked the room. Everything was completely unchanged. I looked at the necklace, resting against my fast beating heart. Also the same.
I sighed with relief. I was half-hoping nothing would happen. Maybe I wished too hard.
I crawled into bed and dreamed everything was alright. How mistaken I was.
~
The next day, I went out to the garden and watered the plants. Everything was fine. Nothing happened. A tomato was ripe. I picked it.
Maybe my wish worked after all.
I was about to go in when I caught sight of an old man (with a silver beard.) Watching me.
He was wearing a long black jacket- (cloak?) just like people in the movies (not that I've seen to many)
I hurried inside. My parents weren't home. My mother works as a cashier at a small store and my dad washes the dishes and mops the floors at a local diner.
I ran up to my room and threw open the door, ready to run to the window to see if the man was still there. He wasn't. He was in my room.
I screamed, but he took no notice. He studied my face. ”You look just like her.“ he said softly.
”W-Who?“ I calmed down. A bit.
”Your grandmother, Audrianna Wayne. And you must be Lilly Wayne?“ He asked. I nodded mutely.
”We called her Audry. Or Oddry, it fit her better.“ The old man seemed lost in his thoughts.
”Who are you?“ I hadn't meant for the question to sound rude, but it did. Maybe because I was in a silent panic.
”Neil's the name,“ He stuck his hand out. ”Orson Neil, the current Dream Protector. “And you're gonna be the next one, looks of it.”
“I- what?”
“I'll show you.” He took out a small glass ball the size of an apple out of his cloak. It was filled with black smoke. Then he grabbed my arm. I looked warily at the ball, but didn't resist. Something was telling me it was okay. Conscience.
“The Safe House of Dreams!” Mr. Neil shouted. I started, then noticed the black smoke inside the ball turned red. The next second, in a blink of an eye, we were not in my bedroom anymore.
I blinks hard, then pinched myself to make sure this wasn't a dream. Maybe it wasn't. I was in a place with dreams. Thousands of them.
“Where are we?” Why did my voice sound so calm?
“I said. The Safe House,” Mr. Neil gestured around us. “Of Dreams.”
I looked around. We were in total blackness. In it was also thousands of translucent orbs. They pulsed and glowed. Some floated, while others flew and somersaulted. I couldn't peel my eyes away.
“Where are we?” I asked again, but this time I meant where was the Safe House. Mr. Neil understood.
Not on Earth. It couldn't be.
“Why, the Beyond, of course.” He looked at me curiously as if he wondered why I didn't already know that.
“Well,” Annoyance started to tumult inside me. “Why are we here?”
“Well,” The old man sighed. “Me and your grandmother are getting to old. So you are going to be the new Dream Protector.”
“What?”
“You need to protect these dreams from evil. You need to learn magic and use it and not overdo it. You have to continue what millions have started. You need to protect the universe. And, you need to help those who need it most. Some dreams are broken, you know.” He looked up into the endless blackness and smiled. “Quite at extraordinary job, if you know what I mean.”
Extra-ordinary.
Broken dreams.
Like mine.
It was my dream to be ordinary.
Instead of granting my wish, the necklace broke it.
Why?
Why did it have to be me?
“A safe house for broken dreams”
- TheBibliophile7
I am an ordinary person.
I like everything to be normal. Explanatory. Simple. Predictable.
Unfortunately, I didn't exactly have good luck with these wishes.
“You have magic,” my grandmother always says. “It's in your blood.” Before my mother shush her.
My grandmother was the only person I could talk to freely about the ‘strange going-ons’ (as my grandmother put it.) Unfortunately (you'll hear that word a lot- all my dreams and hopes always shatter), the rest of my family was worried about Gran's mental health when she talked of magic. The day they took her away (to some place in a different state), she gave me a necklace. Her last gift. And I could tell by holding it it was magic.
“Put it on- no, not right now-” She whispered, pushing the chain into my palm, “And make a wish.” Some people knocked on the door. “Keep your head,” Gran whispered. “And don't show your parents, or you'll be locked up same as me. I love you dear. Follow your instincts.”
And she was gone.
I went up to my room and stuffed the necklace into my drawer after one long look. I wouldn't cry. But this was not normal. All this talk of magic… it was enthralling, the stuff Gran told me, but I didn't want to be a part of it. I wanted it to be a story, one that ends with ‘happily ever after.’ And I did not want to be locked away.
I told myself I wouldn't put on the necklace. I told myself I wouldn't cause trouble for Gran and me. I told myself Gran would never know.
Unfortunately, conscience tugged me the other way. I waited until my parents had gone to bed, tired and sad but sure they had done the right thing (they were wrong there) and then I opened my wardrobe and took out the necklace. It had a small diamond hanging from the pearl chain. I took a deep breath and slipped it on.
I shut my eyes and thought hard on what to wish. Without opening my eyes, my hand groped forward and found the diamond. I squeezed it tightly.
But what to wish for? I should have wished that my Gran come back. I should have wished that my parents didn't have to be on their feet and work twelve hours a day. I should have wished that I get to go to school. I should have wished that we weren't so poor.
But I whispered "I wish to be normal.“
After a minute, when no flash of light snaked into my room, no huge bang and everything was right, no people came to lock me away, I opened my eyes.
I checked the room. Everything was completely unchanged. I looked at the necklace, resting against my fast beating heart. Also the same.
I sighed with relief. I was half-hoping nothing would happen. Maybe I wished too hard.
I crawled into bed and dreamed everything was alright. How mistaken I was.
~
The next day, I went out to the garden and watered the plants. Everything was fine. Nothing happened. A tomato was ripe. I picked it.
Maybe my wish worked after all.
I was about to go in when I caught sight of an old man (with a silver beard.) Watching me.
He was wearing a long black jacket- (cloak?) just like people in the movies (not that I've seen to many)
I hurried inside. My parents weren't home. My mother works as a cashier at a small store and my dad washes the dishes and mops the floors at a local diner.
I ran up to my room and threw open the door, ready to run to the window to see if the man was still there. He wasn't. He was in my room.
I screamed, but he took no notice. He studied my face. ”You look just like her.“ he said softly.
”W-Who?“ I calmed down. A bit.
”Your grandmother, Audrianna Wayne. And you must be Lilly Wayne?“ He asked. I nodded mutely.
”We called her Audry. Or Oddry, it fit her better.“ The old man seemed lost in his thoughts.
”Who are you?“ I hadn't meant for the question to sound rude, but it did. Maybe because I was in a silent panic.
”Neil's the name,“ He stuck his hand out. ”Orson Neil, the current Dream Protector. “And you're gonna be the next one, looks of it.”
“I- what?”
“I'll show you.” He took out a small glass ball the size of an apple out of his cloak. It was filled with black smoke. Then he grabbed my arm. I looked warily at the ball, but didn't resist. Something was telling me it was okay. Conscience.
“The Safe House of Dreams!” Mr. Neil shouted. I started, then noticed the black smoke inside the ball turned red. The next second, in a blink of an eye, we were not in my bedroom anymore.
I blinks hard, then pinched myself to make sure this wasn't a dream. Maybe it wasn't. I was in a place with dreams. Thousands of them.
“Where are we?” Why did my voice sound so calm?
“I said. The Safe House,” Mr. Neil gestured around us. “Of Dreams.”
I looked around. We were in total blackness. In it was also thousands of translucent orbs. They pulsed and glowed. Some floated, while others flew and somersaulted. I couldn't peel my eyes away.
“Where are we?” I asked again, but this time I meant where was the Safe House. Mr. Neil understood.
Not on Earth. It couldn't be.
“Why, the Beyond, of course.” He looked at me curiously as if he wondered why I didn't already know that.
“Well,” Annoyance started to tumult inside me. “Why are we here?”
“Well,” The old man sighed. “Me and your grandmother are getting to old. So you are going to be the new Dream Protector.”
“What?”
“You need to protect these dreams from evil. You need to learn magic and use it and not overdo it. You have to continue what millions have started. You need to protect the universe. And, you need to help those who need it most. Some dreams are broken, you know.” He looked up into the endless blackness and smiled. “Quite at extraordinary job, if you know what I mean.”
Extra-ordinary.
Broken dreams.
Like mine.
It was my dream to be ordinary.
Instead of granting my wish, the necklace broke it.
Why?
Why did it have to be me?