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theoddity // she/her // fantasy

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my first session, help

“sometimes we need fantasy to survive the reality."

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filled with the cringe ramblings of a unsuccessful writer.
please do not make any posts!! this is just a thread for me to share my writing for swc

*also note that I am a somewhat fast typer and may make many typos and spelling mistakes <3
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read at your own risk!

The specifics of this daily were not recorded. I'd prefer it if you didn't read this daily, but you may if you really want to.

daily #1

7.1.2024

hello. I am…uhhh bad at introductions, so there's a mental support stuffie bear with me (bear with me? get it? ) this is my first swc session, as you can see, and i am in the sweet fantasy cabin! very sweet, of course, just like me in real life <3 (I'm not sweet online) I have many hobbies, and they are: reading, writing, swimming, shopping, and other things I can't quite remember right now. i don't really have a nickname but you may call me sage

I am a bibliophile, and my favorite book series is the hunger games!! I have a *minor* obsession with the series that I developed this year. I started reading the series a year ago and left off at Mockingjay. Then, I started reading the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes this year and fell in love with the series for the first time. (also, I will be rambling a lot here because of the word count) Yeah, so that pretty much explains my very minor obsession with the series, but I also want to kind of elaborate on Suzanne Collins's writing <33 I love her style so much, how there sometimes isn't much dialogue but conveys a lot, and how all of the characters are so realistically depicted. and the character names!! Did I get started on the names?!?! Their names are wonderful. Flawless.

So that pretty much explains my obsession for the hunger games. (and how I can ramble wonderfully.)

anyway, now I'll be elaborating on my writing accomplishments and how long i've been writing so far! i had a talent for writing ever since second grade. (Before that, I was absolutely horrible) Then, 3 years ago, I started writing novels with two of my friends. We have finished..uhh…approximately 2 books together. We started at least 5 books. Currently, I have finished writing 3 books, all of them written with someone else. Because unfortunately, I just can't write a book by myself! if you check out my projects, you'll see what I mean.

I absolutely love cats. Cats are the best!! they're calm, smart, and nimble. I like dogs too, but only the good looking and smart ones. I'm sorry! I don't have any pets but hope to own a cat and a dog in the future.

at school, I have a small friend group consisting of me and 3 other friends. Sometimes, it seems that no one wants to be friends with me. I'm constantly losing friends, but it's okay. I can handle disappointment and sadness. and I'll make more friends…maybe

something else I enjoy is drawing! although I haven't really shared any of my artworks online or on any social media platform, i am planning to because my art skills have been improving significantly in the past two years. I think. (also, I'm not trying to brag, I say things like this without meaning to make people feel jealous or anything.)

I'm going to check how many words I am at. I'm aiming for 800 - 1000, but that's highly unlikely. I'm at 498 words!! I'll have to double this to reach my goal…I'm feeling very hopeless.

also, I don't know if anyone has a similar problem, but I'm always worrying about my eyes and stuff. My vision's absolutely horrible and sometimes I wonder if I'll go blind at an early age. maybe I will. and being a writer is not helping this problem of mine.

I was going to type something but I forgot. Oh..right!! I was going to elaborate on my nickname. For me, name origins are really important. For my characters, I spend at least 10 - 15 minutes researching their names before I give them a name. Anyway, for the name “sage,” there was this time at school nearly a year ago when everybody had to give themselves a nature name. I chose something similar to sage and it kinda stuck. and I've been using it on social media platforms for a while. Names have also been a really major part of my life because it's really hard to pronounce my real name at school, and I go by a different name. It's always really embarrassing listening to the teachers horribly pronounce my name

I think I should check how many words I'm at now. 701 words!! I'm nearly there!!

did I mention?? I love studio ghibli movies. they're so aesthetic! and cute. and wonderfully illustrated. I've actually only watched a few, and the ones that I've watched are: Spirited Away, Castle in the Sky, Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind, Howl's Moving Castle, and My Neighbor Totoro, in that order. I just love all of the magical elements added in the movies, especially in Howl's moving castle. So…yeah.

Oh also, I am horrible at jokes.

Anyways, that's it. I hope you have a great day!!

- Theoddity

808 words

The specifics of this daily were not recorded. I'd prefer it if you didn't read this daily.

daily #2

7.2.2024

Dear future self,

I have some goals and questions for you. Do you mind? I hope not. I know you don't like hard goals, but unfortunately, I will have to give you some.

I hope you'll be more productive in the future. I know being productive is hard, what with Scratch, writing, and homework, but it is possible. There will be no more lying around the house, doing random things, you hear me?? You need to make some use of your life, and you certainly aren't doing any of that lately.

I also want some academically related improvement from you. I'm sorry, but, it seems like you haven't improved at all this past year! I hope you'll improve soon as I will be glad that you have become smarter and better than me right now. Read harder books, write more, and maybe try to improve your math and whatnot! Doing at least two of those would make me very happy.

I would hope that you enjoy yourself! Reduce some stress, learn to laugh, and I hope you will fit in at your new school! I am aware that this is kind of the opposite of what I had you do before, but it is possible to reach all three goals at the same time.

Here is a list of questions that I hope you would take the time to answer. It would mean so much that you actually care about me! And of course, it would help if you actually understand and love me as I do with myself right now. Here they are. Are you proud of me right now? Are you proud of yourself? Do you like me, your past self? Have you reached the goals that I have set for you? Are you happy?

Best wishes,
your past self <3

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305 words
+200 points
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I overused the phrase “I hope” lol

Close your eyes and picture a kingdom- it can look like anything you'd like! Write a paragraph about it… now stop! Fast-forward ten years. What changed in the kingdom? What new developments are there? Continue to fast forward ten years after each paragraph until you have 500 words for 400 points (and a bonus 100 for sharing proof!)

Note: the name Avonlea comes from the place of the Lady of the Lake from King Arthur, name not made by me <3

daily #3

7.3.2024

A hiker journeys over the slope of a hill and wipes his brow, sweat dripping from his cloth. He had journeyed days and days to see this wonderful, magical kingdom, and now he was here. He gasps. The textbooks had not lied. The kingdom, a shining, magnificent place filled with elaborate buildings was spread over the hills and valleys, and beautiful plants and flowers were planted around the flawless buildings. People could be seen bathing in public pools, or praying at temples with golden pillars and tall statues. Their clothes were simple but elegant, shining and weaving around their bodies, precious metals and jewels embroidered inside. But, most magnificent of all, was the castle, which was in the center of it all, beautiful towers and flags bearing the Avonlea crest, shining in the afternoon sunlight. Here was a kingdom of beauty and perfectionism, a place that would stay like this forever.

Avonlea's economy wasn't as good as before. The kingdom had fallen slowly into debt, and the result could be seen reflected in the state of the land. Upon first glance, the kingdom still looked as elegant as it did before. The palace, still bearing beautiful violet flags and decorated with towers and statues, hadn't looked more splendid. But then you saw the former public baths, all of them closed or somewhat dirty, people no longer willing to pay to bathe in their waters. But then you saw the plants and grass, still glorious but obviously lacking water. But then you saw the outskirts of the kingdom, now scattered with small huts here and there. Poverty had struck, taxes had been raised, and the kingdom's future wasn't as promising as before.

Avonlea? You say Avonlea, we say a wasteland. The citizens had rebelled, destroying the palace and killing half of the royal staff. The king and queen had fled the kingdom, leaving their suffering citizens to deal with a debt much larger than their fates. If you saw the kingdom now, you would see mostly scorched grass and rubble, temporary settlements and small huts surrounding the area. Without a government, the kingdom had no law and order, and the place was filled with crooks and tricksters. Every night, you could see more and more citizens fleeing the kingdom, leaving behind their belongings and homes to seek for a better future.

In a land that was once Avonlea, there lies a graveyard. The king and queen, having returned five years later, died of guilt and shame, of deserting their kingdom. Then, the few remaining citizens marked the area and left a gravestone marking the ones who had died. They left the kingdom for good, and grasses and flowers slowly started growing amongst the headstones once again. A group of saplings grew in a perfect circle among the graves, as if the gods themselves wanted to say, “there was once a kingdom called Avonlea, now the graveyard of dead souls, and we give them their blessings to continue on to the afterlife.”

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500 words
+500 points

For today's daily, search up and listen to an instrumental song – maybe it's a classical song, or perhaps it's a more modern song. Think about the mood and atmosphere the song is trying to portray. After you listen to a portion of or the entire song, write a story of 300 words inspired by the mood of the song for 200 points! An additional 100 points if you share the song-inspired story you wrote!

music credits: the pain of recalling memories of an empty life (playlist)

daily #4

7.4.2024

forgiveness | a short story

The alleyway between the two stores was a small, dirty, and scary place at night, filled with whispers of the wind and strange creaking noises at the darkest hour. Tonight was no exception.

But tonight, a figure could be seen walking there, head bowed, braids flying in the wind. A slip of paper could be seen in her hands, clasped tightly in her firm grip. Her red rimmed eyes were filled with tears, mouth a thin line of agony.

She was oblivious to the creepiness of the place, drenched in her own thoughts and worries. Her life was falling apart.

And she was too.
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I had never enjoyed the school much.

The stiff uniforms, strict rules, and mean teachers weren’t what I had worked for my entire childhood.

No.

It was my family legacy, my destiny, my dreams.

It was the fact that my entire family had gone and flourished there, then gone on to top universities to fulfill their passions.

Me, though?

I had always suspected that something like this would happen. I was never one to follow the rules. I was never one to love.

Maybe I possessed those qualities once upon a time.

But now all that’s left in me is hate.
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As I neared the graveyard, the tears started spilling down my face, my hands started clenching the wretched paper, my legs started to run faster and faster.

What was the point of all of those good grades? What was the point of all of those fake smiles and feigned happiness? What was the point of all of those days studying at the school?

Only to receive one slip on paper with eight wretched letters on it.

EXPELLED

What would Grandmama say? Was her spirit watching over me at this moment? Was she ashamed of her granddaughter, who put shame and hate in the family legacy?

I was, after all,

the only one

who ever got

Expelled.
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I looked around the grassy graveyard, looking for some flowers that I could use. My eyes landed on some trampled daisies amongst the weeds.

Slowly, I walked over to the edge of the graveyard, where the smallest tombstone lay.

Annemarie Levine, loving wife and mother. May her existence be remembered.

May her existence be remembered. Was that the best they could do? I had visited Grandmama’s grave many times before, and always despised those words.

As if her nemesis had carved them on.

I’m sorry, Grandmama. I laid the daisies on her grave. I really don’t have any money to even get you any flowers. I don’t have a school anymore, either. I don’t know what my future will be like, but I know that you are ashamed of me.

I’m sorry that I’m a disappointment.

Then the tears ran down my face, and I bowed down at her grave, sobbing, crying my heart out.

I can’t see a future in front of me.

But this will be the last time I ever see her grave, or anyone else’s.

Forgive me, please.

I didn’t mean to do this.

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512 words
+300 points

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daily #6 | a life of treason

read the project <3

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daily #7 | how to fall asleep

read the project <3

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Time to put a twist on some old friends! Take an idiom or proverb, any one, and imagine what would happen if that were to come true. Is the grass always greener on the other side? What if the test really was a piece of cake? Write 400 words in this scenario to claim 300 points for your cabin! An additional 100 points can be earned for sharing proof!

I wrote this daily in the form of three (super) short stories/poems, and will someday be hoping to turn this story into a project! I'm actually super proud of this writing piece <3

daily #8

7.8.2024

trigger warning(s): includes mentions of de@th and similar topics.

“I'm on thin ice”

thin ice | part 1

I skate.

The ice, it feels so beautiful, so perfect, so flawless under the rhythm of my skates.

My skates, they carve beautiful patterns on the ice, hearts and stars and swirls weaving into each other like an intricate willow tree.

A willow tree.

That’s what I am.

Perfect, flawless, beautiful, wonderful rhythms that carve into the ice like gentle blades, gliding on the ice, a flowing willow tree.

My hair flies behind me, my eyes are two slits of happiness, my hands are waving in the cold winter air because I love this.

I love skating.

I love it all.

Then I remember.

And the horror, the tension, the nerves come crashing in like a chainsaw to my beautiful willow tree.

No.

No.

No!

How had I forgotten?

The ice.

It’s thin.

My life flashes before my eyes.

My doom.

It’s here.

Slowly, the ice splinters and cracks like a spiderweb of glass, shattering before my eyes.

It’s too late now.

My skates and my body, they fall into the icy cold water, my gasping, choking, breaths mixing in with the churning, churning, churning, of the water, and with a last, hopeless, struggle, I die.
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My body.

My soul.

My soul floats up and out of my body, a beautiful, pure, golden light, floating all the way up to the heavens.

I embrace the sunlight.

I embrace the warmth.

I embrace my death.

And I look down

and see

my body

being swept away

into

the

ocean
.
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thin ice | part 2

The lighthouse was a desolate place to be in during the winter.

A lone figure, standing at the top of a hill

A light in the darkness

A beauty amongst the shadows

But today, the keeper had an instinct.

A propulsion.

A feeling that he had to check the waters. The churning, bubbling, frothing, of the ocean waters to make sure that everything was okay.

Everything is okay.

Why would it not be?

It has never, ever, been not okay before.

Everything will be fine.

Or will it?
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The body was haloed in a ray of golden morning sunlight, as if it was bathed in the pure, golden light.

Her hair mixed in with the salty seaweed and water of the ocean, beautiful locks dulled.

Her face radiated a sense of confidence and beauty, face locked in a smile.

Then he saw her skin.

Flecked with shards of ice, thin, jagged, shards of ice.

Then he saw her feet.

Wearing beautiful ice skates, silver blades tipped with shavings of ice.

Then he saw her face.

Though beautiful, but white with horror

and death.

A shovel comes into the lighthouse keeper’s mind.

A shovel.

To dig a grave.
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thin ice | part 3

If you saw the lighthouse, you would see nothing but a guiding light

nothing but something to help, aid you

nothing but a helper to lend a helping hand.

But like all things, it has a

dark

secret
.
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On the hill sits a grave.

A lone tombstone, with an old, twisted willow tree growing behind it.

And in the early morning mist

you may just make out the inscription

“Found in the ocean, died on the ice”
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The grave and the tree were placed on the hill at the same time.

she has been dead

for

so

long
.

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550 words
+400 points

The hero’s journey is a device familiar to many. For this bi-daily, head over to Rockie’s amazing workshop on this incredibly helpful tool- The Monomyth: A workshop . From there, write an outline of a story utilizing your new knowledge of the hero’s journey and post part of the outline in the comments. Be sure to keep an eye out tomorrow for part two of this bi-daily! You can earn 150 points for sharing your outline with others in this studio: Monomyth Bi-Daily: SWC July 24' . Make sure to post here as well to claim your points!

daily #9

7.9.2024

the hero's journey storyline -

Ordinary World -

Sixteen year old Nightlace (Night) Lunera is an orphaned girl living on the outskirts of a town, in a dilapidated, formerly abandoned cottage. She scavenges for food and money, being teased while doing so. She dresses in black due to family traditions and lack of clothing material. She is lonely and alone, this is the life that she has been living since the age of ten.

Call to Adventure -

Night receives a letter, stating “go where the moon shines brightest. La lunera esta un lumiere.” She realizes that the exact same words were carved into her former house’s fireplace, and the words were sometimes whispered to her by her mother. She knows that something unusual is going on.

Refusal of the Call -

Night has her doubts about this. Knowing that the village boys like to play pranks about her, she thinks that this is probably fake. Then, she sees her family seal on the letter, and feels a chill somewhere in her mind. This is mysterious and perhaps dangerous activity, and she stays at home for a few days. Later, she remembers that she has nowhere in the world to go. She may as well travel to seek this sender, risking her life to do so. She packs up her few belongings and starts on the journey.

Meeting the Mentor -

After wandering for a few days, Night goes to a pub to see if she can find someone to trust. She asks someone trustworthy looking if there is anyone by the last name of Lunera living there. It turns out that she is actually an old friend of Night’s parents. She stays at this person’s house, then learns much information, including the fact that she shouldn’t be alive. When her parents were executed, the executioner didn’t know that they had a daughter, which was how she was able to stay alive. She gives Night a ruby necklace that is supposed to “ward off all evils,” then sends Night back on her journey. “If there is still that tiny sliver of hope left, then you may as well follow it.” Having her own job to attend to, Night’s mentor cannot aid her any further on this journey.

Crossing the First Threshold -

Night leaves her mentor and buys a makeshift tent with the little money that she was provided. She ventures into the next town, Bloodborne, where she was born and lived for the first ten years of her life.

Tests, Allies, Enemies -

Night writes stories at night and submits it to the local newspaper to earn some money. During the morning, she researches at the library, occasionally getting shooed out of there for looking weird and looking at some very unusual books. She learns about the “Shadow,” a creepy person who is often seen trespassing on the King’s land (more about this later!). On her first day at Bloodborne, she accidentally injured the pet cat of a group of boys. This leads her to have a very bad relationship with them.

Approach to the Innermost Cave -

Night is found camping on a rich landlord’s land, and gets a warning letter from one of his servants. Unfortunately, Night does not see this letter and continues camping on the land. This leads to the landlord finding out and making her pay a fine. She does not have enough money.

Ordeal -

At first, she tries to run away from the landlord’s servants, but in the end, she gets captured and thrown into the dungeons. After spending a couple of weeks in the dungeons, she feels her heart hardening (not literally lol) and wants to find a way to escape. She wants to save everyone else trapped in the dungeons as well.

The reward (Seizing the Sword) -

Night makes a wish that she would escape from the dungeons, and all of a sudden, she feels an orb in her mind. Grasping it, she pulls, and the orb falls into the dungeon floor in front of her. Then the dungeon starts crumbling and everyone in it is freed.

The Road Back -

It turns out that Night is a Wishgranter, someone who can grant wishes when they feel a great need to do it. Wishgranters can produce two Wish Orbs in their entire life, and Night produced one which granted her wish. Wish Orbs can grant a number of wishes, although the exact number is different for each Wish Orb. Night and the rest of the prisoners form a huge group and the journey to escape from the landlord. On the way, many people want to steal and use her Wish Orb, and Night fights hard to keep it. Night learns more about the landlord and finds out that he is trying to take over the kingdom and is the “Shadow.”

Resurrection -

Night gets in a huge fight with the landlord, and, in the end, he gives up his (stolen) land, riches, and servants (which are actually slaves). Although her Wish Orb perishes, Night learns that there are more important things than a wish granting orb.

Return with the Elixir -

The landlord’s slaves are thankful and glad that Night saved them from their doomed fates and let Night move into the landlord’s house. Furthermore, she finds out that, amongst the prisoners of the landlord, two of them are her parents. They escaped execution only to be captured by the landlord for the next six years. Night also learns that the mysterious letter she received at the beginning (do you remember?) was one that her parents had sent while in the dungeons, it was carried from messenger to messenger until it finally reached Night. Construction is done on the house so that anyone in need of a home or happiness can move into the large house, and Night lives there with her parents for the rest of their blissful lives.

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984 words
+150 points

Welcome to the second part of this bi-daily <3 Yesterday, we posted our outline of a story in this studio: Monomyth Bi-Daily: SWC July 24'. Now go back to those comments and find one that catches your eye! Choose one stage of that outline and write it into a full-fledged scene with at least 400 words. Remember to use the information from your chosen outline when writing the scene, and have fun! This bi-daily is worth 500 points, and an additonal 100 points for sharing proof.

used @iinspirqtion's daily: Bi-Daily Part 1

daily #10

7.10.2024

the call to adventure -

My sister hugs me, but I don't feel it. I don't care. The feel of her warm arms around my chest, the feel of our heads pressed together, the feel of it all. I don't feel it.

No. Of course I don't.

“It'll be all right, Wisteria.” Her comforting words have no effect on me.

I wanted to scream, to punch the ceiling, to rip the letter to shreds. I know this is the right decision. Riches! Money! No starvation! But no. I will not allow an unknown company to just take my sister away from me. My sole protector, my only family member, my sweet, caring sister.

But then the car arrives. It's a dark SUV, with tinted windows and a huge trunk. My sister walks down the winding path and boards the car.

The door slams, and it drives away.

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The walk to school is long and desolate.

Somehow, knowing that I won't return home to Alora's smiling face, to an already prepared meal, to the comfort of my sister, it takes away all of my motivation. My happiness. My character.

The trees on the sidewalk have never looked so depressing. The flowers have never looked so dark. The teachers have never seemed so mean. As I near the school, I see some girls smile at me.

I wave. But I don't smile back.

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It's been a month since my sister left me. As I head to the mailbox, amongst the ads and newspapers I received, I notice a thick letter with my sister's name on it. Finally! A letter! I walk into our small house and carefully open the letter, making sure not to accidentally rip the letter or money in the process. Smiling, I unfolded the letter and started reading.

Dear Wisteria,

Oh, where to begin? So much has happened, and I have so much news to bring you. But let me start at the beginning.

The company really is wonderful. You won't believe what's there, and all of the riches one can acquire! Unfortunately, I'm working on a top secret project, so I cannot reveal any information. But the project is really exciting and interesting, so I'm having a lot of fun!

Everything here is so modern and advanced, it's like stepping into a new world. I think you'll like it, Wisteria, if you ever came. But for now, just know that I'm really enjoying my job and my time here.

I hope you are not missing me too much. It's hard not being with you, and I'm thinking of you each and day and night. But I wouldn't want you to be feeling sad because I'm not here. Please continue with life as it is before, I am thinking and caring about you as much as you do for me.

Lastly, I have to bring some unfortunate news. Since this company is working on a secret project, us employees cannot send any long letters back home as we would like. We have a limit of one letter per month and our letters are being inspected to make sure we are not revealing any secret information. I'll give you updates, but that's about all I can do.

With Love,
your sister, Alora

I carefully put the letter back into the envelope and sigh.

Who knows when I'll see my sister again?
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It's been a year now.

I only see my sister through photos and memories.

It's hard without Alora, but I still manage. She sends me money and letters, and I just wait and hope.

Desperately clinging to the tiny sliver of hope that maybe she will choose to come back.

Or at least, send another letter.

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Walking home, I remember it's the first day of the month. Alora's letters usually come on the first day of each month, and she would surely send me another letter.

As I opened the dilapidated wooden mailbox, I was glad to see another letter, the same parchment and texture as the ones Alora sent me.

But as I took out the letter, I saw a neat row of words spiraling down the page. And it wasn't in Alora's handwriting.

Dear Wisteria,

We regret to inform you that your sister, Alora B., has suffered from a serious accident. Her whereabouts are currently unknown, and previous search parties have been unable to find her.

Because of the disappearance of your sister, we offer you the job that your sister once had before her accident. You will receive the same pay as her and your working conditions are the same.

May you ever choose to take this job, we will send transportation, which will bring you to our site. Simply write back stating that you wish to accept or decline our job offer.

Below was an elaborate signature and the name of the company.

Some unusual activity was going on.

This company may not be what it seems.

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821 words
+600 points

Get ready to stretch those creative muscles with today’s daily - it’s imaginary-product selling day! Create your own wacky, outlandish product and envision it on the shelves of your local (IKEA) store. Can you see it with your mind’s eye? Now go check out some Djungleskog reviews for inspiration to write an advertisement or review for your bizarre product with at least 200 words for 100 points. You can earn an additonal 100 points for sharing proof!

daily #11

7.11.2024

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453 words
+200 points

I was actually having technical difficulties yesterday, so I was unable to make this post.

writing critique!

7.12.2024

@prishaJuni's excerpt from their novel.

I feel like there isn’t enough context, but I’ll try to make do with what is given. I think this is a wonderful depiction of someone doubting their reality, doubting customs, doubting their society. How sometimes, things can be different from how they seem. Over here, I think that this character is doubting the lines between good and evil, how sometimes things can seem so different and yet seem somewhat similar. What I also really like about this excerpt is how, at the end, the metronome interrupts her thoughts and she sings something that is apparently…important to the plot? There really doesn’t seem to be enough context, however, and I feel that if this critique is somewhat inaccurate, it may be because of this and because this is my first time writing a critique-like writing thing.

So…yeah. I don’t have any feedback or constructive criticism, this excerpt is written really well.

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151 words
+200 points

"Hey shoppers! Hopefully you got some rest- cause you're in for a treat! Today you're going to start off by making a list of good habits. From there, you're going to write a story where your OC learns the importance of maintaining that habit(s). This sounds easy enough, right? Wait- here's the catch! To complete this daily, you must write 1200 minus the number of hours you slept x 100 (the max cut off being 10 hours of sleep) to earn 500 points. An additional 100 points can also be earned!

daily #14

7.14.2024

I slept for 10 hours <3 (11pm - 9am)

equation (bc I'm too nerdy for my own good): 1200 - (100 x 10) = x (number of words to write)
x = 200

list of good habits -

- sleeping well
- smiling
- reading
- being polite

vampire | a depression story
A vampire? That's who I am. Pale, colorless, skin, a mean scowl, bloodred lips.

Getting up from bed, I retrieve the small image of my past self, hidden carefully in my bedside table. I take the image into my skeletal hands and take a few moments to admire myself.

As I caress the wooden frame and small, smiling, girl inside, I sigh.

Oh, how much I've changed.
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Going to school is a chore. My backpack has never felt so heavy upon my shoulders, the other students have never looked so delicious. Oh, how I could just gobb-

No. This is the kind of mindset I'm trying to avoid. I try to suppress the monster inside of me, but it isn't working. No, it's only getting worse.
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“Esther, what is the answer to this equation?” The teacher smiles down at me, knowing I will not be able to answer her question. After all, I never listen. But I can't. It's hard for me to suppress the monster awakening inside of me. Those few simple words bring me back to reality. I take my thick textbook in my hands and throw it at my teacher, knowing it will not miss.

It doesn't miss. But what happened after made me wish it had.
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I sit on the plush couch, my fingers caressing the surface. Oh, how I wish it was red, so that way I could sink my teeth into the soft fabric, and enjoy the metallic taste of blood. I no longer hate myself. I embrace the monster inside of me, and I love how it feels.

If only there wasn't such a thing called therapy.

The therapist walks in, a woman with her brown hair done in an elaborate bun, rounded spectacles perched on her nose. I notice that she's wearing a red sweatshirt along with dark jeans.

Red. Blood.

Without thinking, I lunge for the fabric and sink my teeth inside.

This is how my first therapy session went.
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At first, it was clear that nothing the therapist did would help.

She talked and she asked questions, she tried to make light conversation.

But my face would remain in its comfortable scowl, not letting even one word come out of my mouth.

I noticed that she avoids wearing red now.

Really, what can one sensitive doctor do for me?

I am incurable.

I am forever a monster, vampire, failure.
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Then, the changes came. Surprisingly, in winter, the season that I like most.

I found myself compared to the snowflakes in my mind, how we must all be suffering from the world. How we are fighting unseen battles that are more vicious and scary than wars. How one day, maybe all will be better. But that day is not today.

I cannot have these thoughts. I must remain. I must be the vampire girl, the one who stalks and haunts the neighborhood.

I like this new life, don't I?

I like it, right?
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Then I find myself talking about my life, my hopes, my desires, to the therapist.

I find entire stories about self-torture, failure, and hatred pouring out of my mouth like water from a fountain. I find myself talking about what happened that day at school, at how I developed my monstrous habits.

And I find myself beginning to change.
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Help comes, slowly, but gradually.

I find myself sleeping more, instead of staying awake the entire night and only sleeping for a few hours in the morning.

I find myself starting to read, diving into unknown realms, at first, only horror ones, but slowly into more and more worlds, until it feels that I've traveled the universe.

And then I lose my desire for the color red.

The teeth marks from my clothes start to fade, and the monster starts to retreat, making way for the new me.
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I am so different now from the person I was a year ago.

I smile, I wave, I read, I sleep.

I have friends.

I am not a monster anymore.

I love myself so deeply and purely that I cannot imagine that I was once a monster.

I am a helper, an aider, a bringer of happiness, and I bathe in the morning sunshine on the way to school, feeling happy and grateful for the person I am today.
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718 words
+600 points

Welcome back to the aesthetic daily <3 For this activity, pick one of your characters from a past writing of yours - think about what makes them unique, and how those traits could be portrayed through images. Next, put together a digital collage of at least 5 pictures, plus 1 of the character’s appearance! The pictures do not have to come from you, but remember to credit. Today’s daily can earn you 150 points, plus an extra 100 for sharing your creation

daily #15

7.15.2024

view my project: daily | character collage

Do you struggle to decide just how your story should start, where it takes place, or whom it should feature? Sometimes, these decisions cloud our creative process and discourage us from writing before we can really get started. Today, we'll be taking away your freedoms removing these roadblocks with a handy spinner that will decide the answers to these big questions for you! Spin here: Elements of Literature Spinner. Once you receive the results, write an 500 word piece using the spinner as a guide, for 400 points and an additional 150 points for proof!

daily #16

7.16.2024

my results:

Lover - a passionate character seeking love, usually romantic
Fairy Tales - a magical story originating in folklore, usually to teach some kind of moral or life truth
Solitary Place - a place isolated from other people/general society
In media res - opening a story in the middle of the plot, rather than at the chronological beginning

*sounds like rapunzel! but I'll put my own tragic twist to it…

update: *gasp* I'm choking…this romance stuff makes me want to barf + reading the hunger games has given me a disturbing talent to write about love

last update: do not read if you aren't immune to kissing, romance, and any similar topics.

rapunzel | a fairy tale
Standing on the cool stone floor of the tower, I looked down at the dark forest, hoping that he would come today. It was only a few hours, but I missed him.

I missed the feel of his arms against my waist, his fingers on my temple, his lips pressed against mine.

But yesterday was even more special. Yesterday, the witch had errands to attend to, and so he stayed the night and slept with me in the lone canopy bed. Yesterday, he made a promise.
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It was late at night, but we were both awake.

“Are you sure the witch won't come?” he asked, his pale blue eyes locked on mine.

“Yes. Once a month, on the first day, the witch goes to gather herbs for her potions and concoctions.” I was quite sure of this, but the words just poured out, and I found my matching blue eyes staring into his.

Suddenly, he sat straight up, the shadows in the room playing a weird effect on his skin. His eyes were alert, and his face a mask. “Have you ever considered…leaving this place?”

I was shocked. Of course! Every young maiden like me waits for their prince to rescue them. Only tonight was the only night we could plan this. “I thought that was the entire point?”

He relaxes, and his face slips into a contented smile. “You know what? I'll take you there. To my palace. Tomorrow.”

And then we fall back sleep, his arms wrapped around me, and I dreamt of a future where I was married to him, and where we would live happily ever after.

When I woke up in the morning, he was gone.
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I continued looking down the tower, waiting for him to come.

And he does.

As he climbs up the long rope that is my hair, he smiles, and wraps me in a hug. We kiss, and he holds out a bottle, a bubbly purple potion.

“This was gifted to me by the Enchantress of the Blue Hills, and will take us to wherever our love burns strongest.” He explains, and without hesitation, we each take a drink from the bottle, and exchange one last hug before we are whisked away into the unknown.
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We land on a deserted desert island, with no trees or anything of help.

“Where are we?” I ask, confused. Our love is so strong that it simply cannot only burn on a deserted island, can it?

“No!” He says, and tears run down his cheeks. “I thought-” what he thought was never said, because then he crumpled down on the island, body limp and lifeless. I move my hands over his chest, checking for a pulse.

But there is none.

Without hesitation, I take a nearby rock and plunge it into my chest.
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Far, far, away, a bespectacled woman smiles, happy in her fortress. For she knew that there would be no hope for two lovers in this wretched world, and that the only place that one can be truly happy is in heaven.

Life has no meaning.

You may as well leave it.
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524 words
+550 points

Boo! What’s lurking around the corner? A ghost? No, it couldn’t possibly be. Today, you’re going to write about someone who can see ghosts and what they did when they found out! Your piece should be at least 300 words long and when submitted, will earn you a total of 200 points! You can earn 100 additonal points for sharing proof.

daily #17

7.17.2024

we will lure you away | a (horrible) short story
Somehow, I find it hard to fall asleep tonight. Out of the open window, I see the bright moon, shining like a lighthouse in the sky. I think something special is going to happen tonight. Somehow, I just know it.

My eyes, they slowly close, even though the bright light of the moon makes it nearly impossible to fall asleep. But sleep I shall, as I'll have to wake up to another morning of work again.

Work. I hate work.

Tonight, my dreams are plagued with people, pushing me to my limit, and forcing me to work. Do your job, they say, as if I am not working hard enough! I am dying, I reply, my dreams are plagued with nightmares, and you still push me to my limit?

Nightmares.

This is a nightmare.

This is not real. As a chill washes over me, I see a ghostly white figure.

No! First nightmares, and then this?

But then the figure reaches out one hand, and I see it clearly for the first time.

It's a ghost.

Body draped in a long nightgown, skin pearly white and hair falling down to their shoulders. She is not old. She is young. Certainly not a day over fourteen.

“Come.” She says, reaching out her arms as if to hug me. “Come with me, go to where the ghosts are, and there you will be safe.” Her voice is nothing more than the sound of the wind, and yet it has a melodious feel to it.

But I shake my head and throw a pillow and this being.

And like that, she is gone.
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The ghosts, they visit me every night.

At first, it's just her, but then more and more of them come, in waves and begging me to come with them.

But every time, I refuse.

No. What reason do I have to go with them?

I am not coming. Not until I die.
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Do I look different today?

I guess I do.

My coworkers say I have a ghostly pallor, and it looks as if I have not rested.

Well, of course I haven't.

How can I, with those ghosts disturbing me?

No. I guess the only choice left is to leave this world with them.
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If you look carefully at the dark woods, you will see a group of ghosts in nightgowns, their eerie wails haunting the forest.

Amongst them, you will see a young woman, shining brighter than the others, for she has just joined them.

Taken her own life with a dagger, went to join those that are gone.

They are dead. Forever.

And they will continue haunting bedrooms, looking for new victims to harm.

Maybe, just maybe, you will be the next one.
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460 words
+300 points
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*I know this is really horrible writing, but the reason is because I felt really cold writing this, and my hands were kind of frozen and couldn't type quickly. It almost felt as if there was a ghost next to me. The creepier thing is that nobody else in the same room as me felt cold. I was the only one.