Mouse's Evil Chaos Pit

MouseLoverr · #1 July 2, 2023 01:36:16

Hello hello! Welcome to my personal writing thread <3
Here is where I will post all my non-swc writing (my swc writing can be found here ), for things like JWC, critiques, and other random pieces. As this is my personal thread, I ask that you do not post here and instead redirect anything to my profile or to another forum thread

Thank you so much!

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MouseLoverr · #2 July 2, 2023 01:37:16

Daily 1:

Welcome, everyone, to the July 2023 Megasession of SWC!
We’re so excited to have you here – so get out your sunhats, ice lollies and inflatable flamingo pool floaties, because the day we’ve all been waiting for has finally arrived. We hope everyone – hosts, leaders, and campers alike – have a magical time this July!

If I were an ice cream, I’d be a lot of different flavors combined into one waffle cone. The waffle cone would have the edge dipped in chocolate and rolled in rainbow sprinkles, and the ice cream would have pop rock folded into it with more sprinkles and nonpareils on top. There’d also be sorbet along with the ice cream, and on top of the ice cream there’d be whipped cream and a cherry (and some chunks of cookie dough). The cone wouldn’t have a stand because it would float in midair (magic) and it would never run out of ice cream (and it would never melt, of course).

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MouseLoverr · #3 July 2, 2023 01:39:01

Daily 2:

Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, regurgitate five random words into the comment section. Now, gobble down somebody else's five random words and write 300 words using those delicious words as a prompt to earn 200 points! Sharing the daily you wrote with those scrumptious vomitted words will allow you to slurp up an extra 50 points.

words: (donated by @Eeveedonut) whisper, breeze, dusk, light, scent
(321 words <3)
Astra watched the sun sink behind the horizon, the fading still light painting the sky vibrant reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks. A faint breeze whispered past her ear, bringing the scent of rain with it. She turned away from the sunset and started to walk back to camp before the dusk faded completely to night. She reached it before the light had faded from the sky, just as the stars were coming out. Grey, who was waiting for her, looked up when she entered the clearing. “Back so soon?” Astra sighed. “Yeah. I thought I’d come back before night came.” Grey snorted. “Well, you certainly cut it close.” Astra crossed the campsite and sat next to Grey, the scent of smoke filling her nose. She winced and said with a strained voice, “You still smell like smoke.” Grey sighed, running their hands down their face. “I know.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, Grey staring at their lap, Astra fingering the beads on her necklace. Neither of them spoke for a while, and the silence seemed to stretch on endlessly. Finally, Grey spoke. “I-I’m sorry. For everything.” Astra took a deep, pained breath and replied softly, “For what? What happened wasn’t your fault, Grey.” “I know,” Grey replied sadly, “But it kind of feels like it.” Astra forced a smile and looked over at them. “You’re my friend Grey. My only friend, after… everything. I don’t blame you. I don’t want to lose you, too.” Grey laughed their first real laugh in a long time. “Don’t worry, you can’t get rid of me that easily!” Astra grinned back, although it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Gery… thank you.” “For what?” Astra looked away before replying, “For staying.” Grey cocked their head. “Why would I leave? We’re friends. You’ve lost everything, I don’t want you to lose me too. No matter how dangerous it is, I’ll always stay.”

MouseLoverr · #4 July 5, 2023 18:07:48

Fifth daily:

Quick, look to your left! The first object you see will be the topic of your daily. Imagine what would happen if you put it into a smoothie—what would it look like? What strange powers would it give you? Write 200 words to earn 200 points, and share your smoothie in the comments for an additional 50 points.

Item: A random stack of papers. (208 words)
Try our newest flavor of smoothie–the Paper Smoothie! It comes with an optional add in of mangoes and it tastes like vanilla milk, we think. Ingredients include Idea papers, ethically sourced from the land of Mind, aged D&D Character Sheets (not yet expired, with less than 5% of soy sauce stain), a fantastic book on writing, and 10-day-old Sunday Comics to taste. All ingredients are natural and all ink used in their creation should be edible! Side effects include an overload of ideas and plans for a scratch project with matching pfps, banners, and forum signatures for your cabin popping up in your head, being unable to stop roleplaying, turning into a Dragonborn Sorcerer with a multidimensional backpack, a Dragonborn Warlock, or a Drow Druid, sudden writing inspiration, vast improvement in writing skills you have not yet mastered, the inability to stop writing, only being able to speak in jokes or riddles, being uncharacteristically funny, not being able to stop giggling/laughing.
Contains: Paper, Ink, and less than 5% of soy, dirt, and fingerprints from various sources.
We claim no responsibility for any side effects, listed or unlisted. Drink at your own risk.

Not safe for pets, specifically hamsters, red pandas, lizards, bunnies with allergies, and salmon.

MouseLoverr · #5 July 5, 2023 18:47:36

205 words about strawberries for an activity for action–

Strawberries are a red fruit, but they are not a berry. Neither are they a straw (well if you put a hole through it and have a shallow glass–). They tend to be very delicious, one of the most common flavors in many jams and other fruity things. They are also good baked in cakes (so I’ve heard, but I don’t think I’ve had a cake with strawberries baked into it yet–) and are very good with whipped cream (and the occasional other fruit hehe) and they are amazing when dipped in chocolate. And then rolled in sprinkles. And then drizzled with more chocolate. Also, strawberry greens are quite edible, and while they are a bit bitter they are amazing when you have a chocolate-covered strawberry and bit it from the green end first. :0 For some reason, farm (or garden) fresh strawberries are sweeter than store-bought ones, and cut strawberries on ice cream are amazing. People like strawberries so much that there are actually strawberry festivals, and I’ve attended one in my entire life–when I was 6 and on vacation. I don’t remember all too much about it, but I remember I ate strawberries on vanilla ice cream and won a few carnival games.

MouseLoverr · #6 July 6, 2023 03:21:16

My first word war :0 111 words! (what a beautiful number aaa–)

Pain. Ari felt so much pain, ripping through her body and crushing her. But the pain wasn’t as bad as the betrayal. “J-Jay… why?” Her words were soft and choked as she looked up at her friend… well, they weren’t her friend anymore. Or were they? Ari didn’t know. All she knew was that she had been wrong. Jay heard her and turned back briefly. “Because… because it’s what I needed to do.” Ari coughed up some blood and glared at her once friend, now enemy. “I-I don’t understand. This isn’t like you!” “Isn’t like me?” Jay scoffed. “You don’t know that. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Ari.”

MouseLoverr · #7 July 6, 2023 19:13:50

Second word war–7 minutes, 269 words!

I sat down next to May, smiling slightly. “How did it go? She asked, curiously. “Well…” I trailed off, worried about what her reaction to the news would be. “It didn’t.” I finally said. She blinked. “What do you mean?” “Lance stopped the mission; said it was too dangerous.” May scowled. “Lance is–” I cut her off. “I was thinking… What if we did the mission? Two kids would be stealthier than five adults (and one kid).” May blinked. “Yes!” I nodded even though there was dread knawing in my gut. Lance wasn’t a coward. He was a tactical war master. And he had said the mission was too dangerous. But it would help us. It would help us so, so much. We were failing, losing supplies, losing money. The rebellion was dying. May had a fire in her eyes that I hadn’t seen since her brother died as she packed a backpack. I took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”
It didn’t take us too long to get to the camp we were targeting, and even less to slip past the guards and get inside the command tent. Three people sat inside, deep in an argument and luckily they were so engrossed they didn’t notice us. If they did it would be too late anyway, but still. I found our target across the room–barrels full of explosives. The same explosives they planned to bomb our camp with that evening. I scowled when I saw them. An attack of that much gunpowder on our camp would be devastating. The two of us crept across the room toward the explosives,

MouseLoverr · #8 July 6, 2023 20:17:04

Activity for action–

Ask a fellow Action camper (or leader, or goblin ;D) to give you a quote! Write 200 words and make a character say that quote.

1,000 words exactly, the quote I used was “Someone, I tell you, will remember us, even in another time.”, gifted to me by Kira <33
…did I go overboard, perhaps?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood, war, murder, and death, among other things. <3

I sat down next to May, smiling slightly. “How did it go? She asked, curiously. “Well…” I trailed off, worried about what her reaction to the news would be. “It didn’t.” I finally said. She blinked. “What do you mean?” “Lance stopped the mission; said it was too dangerous.” May scowled. “Lance is–” I cut her off. “I was thinking… What if we did the mission? Two kids would be stealthier than five adults (and one kid).” May blinked. “Yes!” I nodded even though there was dread knawing in my gut. Lance wasn’t a coward. He was a tactical war master. And he had said the mission was too dangerous. But it would help us. It would help us so, so much. We were failing, losing supplies, losing money. The rebellion was dying. May had a fire in her eyes that I hadn’t seen since her brother died as she packed a backpack. I took a deep breath. “Let’s do this.”
It didn’t take us too long to get to the camp we were targeting, and even less to slip past the guards and get inside the command tent. Three people sat inside, deep in an argument and luckily they were so engrossed they didn’t notice us. If they did it would be too late anyway, but still. I found our target across the room–barrels full of explosives. The same explosives they planned to bomb our camp with that evening. I scowled when I saw them. An attack of that much gunpowder on our camp would be devastating. The two of us crept across the room toward the explosives, really trying not to be noticed by the three arguing men. I was highly aware of everything around me, of the silk fabric of the tent brushing my skin, the sweat on my skin, my pounding heartbeat that was so loud I was sure the men could hear it, the shallow breaths of May behind me. We reached the barrels and I slipped behind them just as one of the men turned and saw May. “Hey!” He roared, “What the #&!% are you doing here?” She froze, and I could see the panic on her face. Run, I thought, hoping she’d get the message, but she was petrified, staring into the eyes of the very angry man, who, judging by the heavy footsteps I could hear, was now advancing toward her. I had to move fast to finish the task and get her out of the way before she got hurt. I reached into the bag at my hip and pulled out a long string, sticking one end in one of the barrels and laying the other quite a bit away on the floor. Taking a match from the same pouch I hastily struck it against the floor and lit the end of the string. Leaping to my feet I lunged forward and grabbed May’s arm, yanking her with me as I sprinted out of the tent and across the camp, no longer trying to be sneaky. We had to get out of there. We had to. She got over her shock and started really running, passing me. I could hear shouts from the camp behind us, footsteps pounding after us, but we had a decent head start. We reached the forest and my breath was coming in gasps, a stitch in my side burning and making it hard to breathe. Still, I forced myself to keep running. Suddenly, the earth seemed to shudder, and my ears registered the loudest sound I’d ever heard. The explosion, I realized. Then the shockwave hit me. I went flying, tumbling through the air. My head hit a tree–hard–and everything faded to darkness…
I came to. The world was blurry and painful, and a warm sticky substance was trickling down my head. I lifted my hand to it and my fingers came back red. I groaned–or at least tried to–but no sound came out. Or maybe a sound came and I just didn’t hear it. I knew from secondhand experience how explosions could make you deaf. I pulled myself to my feet, pain sparking through my body. I stood there, leaning against a tree, until my head and vision stopped spinning. I spotted May, also standing, and she made her way over to me. Her lips moved, but I couldn’t hear a word until the end of her sentence. “–see what damage they took?” I nodded and instantly regretted the movement. After my head stopped spinning the second time, the two of us made our way back to the camp we just destroyed. We could see the thick black smoke that rose into the air, and May remarked how we could probably see it from over a mile away. I was constantly looking over my right shoulder, disoriented because my right ear wasn’t working anymore. We finally reached the camp and… “Woah,” I breathed. It was absolutely devastated. Where a camp full of murderers once stood there was now a crater full of the murdered. I didn’t feel sorry for them–the way their camp looked at the moment mirrored the hundreds of innocent villages that they had destroyed. May started laughing. “They thought the rebellion wasn’t a threat. Let’s see what they think of us now!” I couldn’t help but grin with her. We’d done it. It was a serious blow to them, one that could turn the tide of the war to the rebels. “Lance will be furious,” I commented. May shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. What we did today was huge. Someone, I tell you, will remember us, even in another time. Who knows, we might have just won the war.” I laughed. “We haven’t won the war… yet. There’s still a lot left to do. But we’ve certainly changed the tide.” The two of us set off back towards camp, spirits high. May was right. If we won the war, we would be legends, even if we didn’t survive the rest of the war.

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MouseLoverr · #9 July 6, 2023 20:59:19

5-6th Bi-daily

For many authors, listening to their favourite songs is an important part of the creative writing process. But have you ever tried to write your very own song? If the answer is no, then there’s never been a better time to start! And since this is a bi-daily, you’ll have two days to complete the following task.

Begin by reading this workshop on songwriting by daily team member and songwriter @-Alocasia: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6722906 . Then, in at least 300 words, write the lyrics to your very own original song (including chorus repeats). You will receive 400 points for confirming you did the bi-daily, with an extra 100 points up for grabs if you share your writing!

356 words <3

We were once the best of friends
Said we’d be there ‘til the end
You said you’d never say goodbye
That was just another lie

Shattered hearts and broken dreams
That’s all you’ve ever left behind
I was caught up in your schemes
How could I have been so blind

I guess our friendship
was buried under all your lies
I don’t know when it fell apart
But I can feel it as it dies
I trusted you with my life
Thinking you were my true friend
But you shoved me in the water
And that was the end

You said everyone will remember us
I guess that was true
But they’ll never remember
What really happened
Between me and you

You said that you were fine
You said that we were friends
I told you all my secrets
In return I got your lies

I guess our friendship
was buried under all your lies
I don’t know when it fell apart
But I can feel it as it dies
I trusted you with my life
Thinking you were my true friend
But you shoved me in the water
And that was the end

You were there through thick and thin
You saw the soul beneath my skin
Held my hand the whole time
Or was that just another lie

I still remember the day our friendship shattered
I was hurt, you were fine
You said you help me
Which was another lie
You helped me up
Pulled me to my feet
And shoved me in the water

The last thing I saw was your face as you turned away
Why couldn’t you stay
Salt stung my wounds as I was pulled
Away from you by the undertow

I guess our friendship
was buried under all your lies
I don’t know when it fell apart
But I can feel it as it dies
I trusted you with my life
Thinking you were my true friend
But you shoved me in the water
And that was the end

I guess our friendship
was buried under all our lies
I knew when it fell apart
And I slowly let it die

MouseLoverr · #10 July 7, 2023 18:11:42

Third word war–141 words ;D

The water swirled around me, bubbles clouding my vision. I couldn’t believe this had happened to me. I could still hear her last words to me over the rush of the water in my ears–” There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” She said it with a cruel laugh, and then she pushed me backward into the sea. The betrayal stung words then the salt in my wounds. I hated her. I liked her as a friend. I didn’t know what to think anymore. Was she still my friend? Or did this mean she was my enemy? If I survived this, I would have to figure out the questions pounding in my head. At the moment however, the thing I had to deal with most presently was not drowning. Which might be a problem, I thought, as I sunk deeper.

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MouseLoverr · #11 July 7, 2023 20:58:07

Mouse Attempts the Weekly –week 1

~Part 1~

308 words, I used the third page of The Secret of Life ;D

My mother held my hand and led me through the bustling marketplace, weaving in between the crowd. We passed all sorts of people selling their wares, and some vendors called out to us as we passed by, hoping to get our business. I tried to slow down and look at all of the sights, but my mother pulled me along. The longer we walked, the thinner the crowds got, until we were pretty much the only people on the street. I opened my mouth to ask where we were going when I saw the man. He was dressed all in yellow, from his raincoat to his hat. He was sitting on the ground in front of a woven orange blanket laden with… souls. Beautiful, unhatched souls. The man looked up as we approached, waiting for something. For us. My face lit up with joy, and I jumped up and down with excitement as my mother bent down and chose one. He held out his hand and my mother dropped coins into his outstretched hand. Then, holding the soul, she crouched down and gently placed it inside of me. I looked down at it with a thrilled smile. My very own soul. “Thank you,” I whispered gratefully to my mother. “Heads up!” A shout from behind us made me turn, just in time to see a red ball flying at my face. I swatted it out of the air and kicked it back to the blonde boy who had shouted. He stopped it with a grin. “Hey, that was pretty good. Want to play with me?” I nodded, grinning back. The two of us played, our parents watching, for hours and hours, until the sun was low and hot in the now dusky sky and even the man in yellow had left, taking all his unsold souls with him.

~Part 2~

430 words, the food is baguette <33

Amelie walked back from the boulangerie, caring a baguette in her arms. As she walked, she watched the city slowly wake up, the dawn slowly getting brighter as more people filled the streets. She knew the path to her destination by heart, and as her feet carried her she let her mind wander and take in everything around her. She loved her country. The fragrance of the baguette wafted around her, and she finally broke off the quignon–the first bite at the tip of the baguette–and savored the baguette’s warmth and the amazing flavor that filled her mouth. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling bigger. She finally reached her destination–a large apartment complex. She entered through the back gate with the code she’d been given and headed inside. It was shockingly cool in the building, and chaire de poule–goosebumps–rose up on her arms almost immediately. She made her way to the stairwell and quickly made her way to the second floor, heading to a room at the end of a hallway. Raising her fist, she rapped on the door. A pale woman with unbrushed flaxen hair–who still looked half asleep–opened it. “Bonjour, madame!” Amelie said cheerfully, giving her a cheerful smile. “B-bonjour,” The woman echoed, with a terrible accent, “What are you doing up so early this morning?” Amelie laughed. “I’ve brought you and your family a gift! A genuine baguette fresh from the boulangerie.” The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh Amelie–you didn’t have to!” Amelie laughed. “I know I didn’t, mon ami. But I wanted to.” The woman smiled gratefully, tearing up slightly. “Amelie–You’re such a good friend to Jack. I-I can’t even begin to voice how grateful I am to you for… everything! You are a truly wonderful person.” As she spoke the words, Jack appeared in the doorway behind her. Unlike his mother, he was fully dressed and his hair was brushed… to some degree. “Mornin’ Amelie,” he said with a lopsided grin. “You bring breakfast?” Amelie nodded. “A baguette, fresh from the boulangerie!” He blinked. “I don’t know what that last word means, but a baguette? YES GIVE I LOVE–” Amelie laughed at his strangeness as his mother shot him a look. “Jack, the proper words are ‘thank you, Amelie’. Not whatever you said.” Jack sighed. “Thanks, Amelie. You’re great, you really are. You’re the only person that ever comes over and visits us, shows us French customs and their amazing baguettes… You’re the only person that really tries to make us feel like we belong.” Amelie smiled. “Of course! Now, enough talk, let’s eat this baguette!”

~Part 3~

411 words

motif: lamp post
meaning: discovery
…I tried to write in the author's style, I think I failed terribly but I did try :')

excerpt: “She began to walk forward, crunch-crunch over the snow and through the wood towards the other light. In about ten minutes she reached it and found it was a lamp-post. As she stood looking at it, wondering why there was a lamp-post in the middle of a wood and wondering what to do next, she heard a pitter patter of feet coming towards her. ”

She turned as they approached and saw a rabbit, decently ordinary-looking, approaching. But she knew, of course, that it couldn’t be a true rabbit, as this rabbit was showing no fear around her, unlike every other rabbit she’d ever seen. “Why hello,” she said to it, “What might you be doing here?” The rabbit didn’t answer, for it was too busy sniffing around the base of a tree. She sighed and spoke louder, “Mister rabbit, may I have a moment?” The rabbit looked up, cocking its head. One of its ears was bent over around halfway down, and its dark eyes sparkled with intelligence. “Why yes I suppose you could,” The rabbit replied. His surprisingly deep voice had a certain accent she couldn’t quite place, and yet it sounded familiar all the same. “I’m lost in these woods, Mister Rabbit.” She continued, “And I’ve lost my sister as well. Could you perhaps put me back on the right path?” The rabbit smiled, and it was a bit unsettling, if you’ve never seen a rabbit smile, and she, of course, had not. His teeth were yellow and slightly crooked, and his lips twitched the whole time. “Of course. All you need to do is follow the lamp-posts. They won’t lead you astray.” Then he promptly hopped away, the pitter patter of his little rabbit feet quickly swallowed up by the heavy silence of the forest. “Follow the lamp-posts?” She said allowed, confused. “How does one follow a lamp-post? They don’t move!” But as she spoke these words, she saw another light in the distance, quite similar to the one she was standing next to. “Oh,” she said, “Perhaps that little rabbit was right.” And with that, she set off through the forest again, the crunch of every footstep seeming as loud as a thousand elephants in the eerily silent wood. It again took about ten minutes to reach it, and as soon as she did, she spotted another faint light in the distance and set off. She did this for a long time, finally reaching the end of the wood and entering a field. It was a plain, snow covered field, with not a single footprint marring its sparkling surface. “What a queer thing, a lamp-post just in the middle of a field like this,” She murmured before setting off through the field. When she reached it, she could see a small village belonging to some manner of creature in the distance.

~Part 4~

419 words ;D

I clutched my mother’s warm hand tightly as she led me through the bustling marketplace, weaving in and out of crowds of people. We passed all sorts of stalls selling all sorts of wares, their vendors calling out to us, hoping for business. A particular stall caught my attention–it was full of colorful scarves. Rich blues, ranging from dark as midnight to as pale as dawn, fiery reds, autumn oranges–every color imaginable. “Come on,” My mother said to me, gently pulling me away from the stall, “We don’t have time to look at the scarves today.” I sighed and let her pull me away from the beautiful scarves. We walked for about five more minutes, all the way to the outskirts of the market, almost where the houses started. There were hardly any people around now, so my mother let go of my hand. I started to ask where we were going as we rounded a corner, and then I saw him. He was sitting on the dirt ground, legs crossed, head bowed, dressed all in yellow, from his coat to his hat. As we approached, he looked up, as if he was waiting for something. For us. I stared into his blue eyes and wondered briefly why he was dressed so warmly for a day as hot as it was, but that thought was quickly driven out of my mind by what lay on the orange blanket in front of him–souls. They were in the beautiful cages that grew around them, and they were the most brilliant blue I’d ever seen–little pieces of the sky. I gasped and stared at them, wonderstruck. My mother stepped forward and picked one up, examined it (for what, I didn’t know), and nodded, satisfied. Shining gold coins changed hands and she crouched down in front of me and placed it inside of me. In that moment, I felt so inexplicably whole that my breath was taken away. “Thank you,” I whispered to my mother, breathless. She smiled back at me. Something hit my leg and I looked down to see a red ball at my feet. I looked up and saw a blonde boy standing there, looking kind of embarrassed to have hit me with the ball. I grinned and kicked it back to him. He stopped it and picked it up, and then met my eyes. A challenge. The two of us played late into the day, until the sky was dusky and even the man with the souls had left.

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MouseLoverr · #12 July 8, 2023 22:27:28

Another word war–148 words ;D

The river raged, rushing and tumbling over rock and swirling in eddies. She was running upriver, uphill, which wasn’t fin at all. Pain sparked up her right leg with every step and a stitch was forming in her side, but she couldn’t stop running. Could she ever stop running? That answer was probably a no. She hadn’t stopped running ever. Maybe she spent a few days here and there, but she never stayed in the same place for long. Except for the last place she’d been to. She’d stayed too long. And they had caught up. And if she stopped running, she was dead. They would kill her. Or maybe they wouldn’t, she thought. Maybe they’ll just torture me for the rest of my life. It wasn’t a cheerful thought. Her breaths were coming in gasps now, and she glanced at the water, longing to jump in.

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MouseLoverr · #13 July 9, 2023 03:05:06

Chaotic July 9th daily:

How many hours did you sleep the night before this daily was added? Today, our daily will have a bit of a twist—you must write 1200 words about your various characters’ sleep habits and the effects they have on them, but for every hour that you slept last night, you can subtract 100 words from the total (caps at ten hours for 200 words). For example, if you slept for nine hours, you'll only have to write 300 words. You'll earn 400 points from this daily.

504 words because I got ~7 hours of sleep :>

Crystal is the main character of my novel. She’s a bit of a mess, and she has a lot of flaws (as all good characters should) but sleeping is not one of them at first. At the start of the novel, she sleeps (as all of you should >:0) at a regular time each night–9:30pm–and wakes up at 6:30 to take care of her garden. Her sleep cycle allows her 9 hours of sleep since she falls asleep almost as soon as she lays down. She is happy with her amount of sleep and is almost never groggy in the morning because she’s in a routine. Later in the novel, after the catalyst (#FancyAuthorWords /j) happens, she has a lot of trouble falling asleep because she’s being chased and a whole lot of other things are going on. She is constantly groggy and fuzzy-headed, which she does not enjoy but doesn’t really have a choice. However, I’ve decided by book 2 her sleep schedule gets back to pretty normal. And since mine isn’t, I’m going to have to use another character for this to get it up to enough words so–
Angel is another character of mine, who I might put into one of my stories one day (She was in one, but it failed). She’s a bit vain and enjoys her beauty sleep, but allows herself to be waken (woken?) up at any hour because of her job (assassin). When tired she is twice as grumpy and irritable as she is when well rested, which is a nuisance for those around her. She usually goes to sleep at 11 and wakes up past 9, if she has it her way.
(I’m going to have to use 5 characters aren’t I–) Another character of mine is Jack, a mysterious boy with a long backstory that I’m not going to go into because this is an (essay) about sleep, not one about my character's backstories–His species doesn’t usually need much sleep on a regular basis, although occasionally he needs a full 12 hours of rest (once or twice a week). That doesn’t mess up his sleep, because he isn’t human, and therefore human sleep guidelines don’t apply to him. He is hyperactive and energetic, even if he is low on sleep. Melatonin and tranquilizer don’t have much effect on him, since he is usually full of adrenaline, no matter what. In human terms, he is an insomniac, but for his species, he’s a perfectly normal specimen. (and I know none of you are his species so these rules don’t apply to you. Go to sleep.)
Lainey, YET ANOTHER character, is a rule-following, teacher’s pet type person in the early versions of the book. She goes to bed at 8 and wakes up at 7, so she gets ~11 hours of sleep each night. She is mentally awake every day and healthy and has never had bags or circles under her eyes in her life. (Unless you count facepaint but I’m not counting that–)

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MouseLoverr · #14 July 12, 2023 23:59:29

12th Daily:

We have a never-before-seen variety of cabins this session—you might be spending your time doing anything from joining the revolution to navigating through tunnels on an alien planet to working at the circus, or so much more. Today, you'll get a chance to create your own storyline by writing a cabin intro! For inspiration, check out you own cabin's intro (the introduction to the storyline usually found at the top). Then, write a suspenseful introduction to a cabin with a genre of your choice (it doesn't have to be an existing cabin!) Your writing should be between 100 and 200 words, and you will earn 200 points for completing it. Sharing is required for this daily—we'd love to see what you create!

I did the Fantasy Dragon Caves, which I WANT TO LEAD–
It's low effort and terrible and rushed because I wrote it in like 2 minutes ksljfksld and if I actually get fantasy next session this will be different I swear T^T
But here is my terrible-ness:
Your footsteps echo loudly around you as you walk through the cave, wondering how you got there. A glow from around the next bend motivates you to walk faster, and you step into a giant cavern full of people and–dragons. You freeze, and then someone notices you, stepping forward. “Welcome! You’re the last one to arrive. Let’s get started!” You blink. “W-what?” the girl who spoke leads you an a small group of people through an archway and into a room full of eggs. You know instinctively that they’re dragon eggs. The girl who is leading you has been joined by two other figures, and one of them says, “Choose an egg. Over the next month, you’ll be bonding with a dragon.”

Last edited by MouseLoverr (Aug. 3, 2023 00:35:30)

MouseLoverr · #15 July 14, 2023 21:43:30

14th Daily:

Another classic SWC daily - google translate! Copy and paste a song lyrics into google translate, and translate it into multiple different languages until the lyrics are completely different. Then, write a 400 word story based on the translated lyrics! This daily is worth 400 points, and 50 extra points will be awarded for providing proof.

418 words. It's horrible but it works :')
i actually like the concept so i might continue it–

original song - Freaking Me Out by Ava Max
Empty mansion, in the rain just off the coast
Is the vibe now, that I feel inside my soul
Like a spider, there's a web that you have wove
There's a heart now, where there used to be a ghost
And ooh, yeah it's making me uneasy
Now I hear sounds in the hallway
Rocking chairs are moving on their own
I'm falling for you
So much so that it's freaking me out
So much so that it's freaking me out
So much so that it's freaking me
There's a silence, in the woods after it snows
That's the vibe now, of the piece inside my soul
Like a spider, there's a web that you have wove
There's a heart now, where there used to be a ghost
And ooh, yeah it's making me uneasy
Now I hear sounds in the hallway
Rocking chairs are moving on their own
I'm falling for you
So much so that it's freaking me out
So much so that it's freaking me out
So much so that it's freaking me
Sounds in the hallway
Rocking chairs are moving on their own
I'm falling for you
So much so that it's freaking me out
So much so that it's freaking me out
So much so that it's freaking me
Do, doo, do, doo, do, doo, do, doo, do, doo, do, doo, doo, do
Do, do, doo, do
Do, doo, do, doo, do, doo, do, doo, do, doo, do, doo, doo, do
Do, do, doo, do
Scary but it's beautiful
Sounds in the hallway
Rocking chairs are moving on their own
I'm falling for you
So much so that it's freaking me out
So much so that it's freaking me out
So much so that it's freaking me out
Sounds in the hallway
Rocking chairs are moving on their own
I'm falling for you
So much so that it's freaking me out
So much so that it's freaking me out
So much so that it's freaking me

I translated it a LOT and got:
The house is empty and it's raining behind the beach
The current vibration I feel in my soul
frogs have wings
What was once the soul is now the heart
yes i am confused
Now I can hear the voice of the city
Rocking chair moves automatically
I'm in love with you
i was scared
i was scared
really shocked
Peace in the forest after it snows
This is the mood now, part of my soul
frogs have wings
What was once the soul is now the heart
yes i am confused
Now I can hear the voice of the city
Rocking chair moves automatically
I'm in love with you
i was scared
i was scared
really shocked
room noise
Rocking chair moves automatically
I'm in love with you
i was scared
i was scared
really shocked
Do it, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
they they they
Do it, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight
they they they
scary but beautiful
room noise
Rocking chair moves automatically
I'm in love with you
i was scared
i was scared
i was scared
room noise
Rocking chair moves automatically
I'm in love with you
i was scared
i was scared
really shocked

I wander through the empty rooms of the house, listening to the pouring rain outside and beneath that, the faint roar of the waves, my heart beating along with it, perfectly in sync. Gribbet–my frog familiar–flew up to perch on my shoulder, tucking xyr fluffy, feathery wings down along xyr smooth back. I smiled at xem, and xey chirped in response, practically glowing at my show of kindness. Three days before I would’ve never smiled. Now… things were different. I guess my cold soul turned into a warm heart. I gave a bitter laugh out loud. I never thought that could happen. I was still a bit confused about how it happened, but I knew one thing: It was because of Victory. Not the emotion, but the person. V was a city kid, and now I hear the voices of the city, and I keep thinking I hear V’s voice. Which is impossible. V is dead. I pass a rocking chair that is rigged with a strange metal contraption. As I near it, the rocking chair starts rocking automatically. One of V’s inventions, then. I feel tears prickling my eyes and quickly turn away from the chair. I swipe at my eyes with the back of my hand. What was wrong with me? I’d never liked anyone before. I’d never been friends with anyone. At all. Ever. V and I were just friends. Nothing more. And yet… I loved V like the sibling I never had. I was really shocked because I always thought I was incapable of love. I guess I was wrong. I could picture the first time we met crystal clear in my mind–I was wandering the forest, right after it had snowed, and it was eerily silent, frozen, peaceful–like my soul used to be. It was Gribbet who found Victory first, almost dead and half buried in the snow. And xey wouldn’t leave V’s side. It started to snow again–big, fluffy snowflakes–and a freezing wind picked up, knocking a huge pile of snow off of a tree branch right on top of V… and Gribbet. “Dang it, Gribbet!” I fumed, then knelt in the snow and started digging. I found the two of them finally, and by that time I knew Gribbet wouldn’t be moving. Not unless I took V with us. So, muttering under my breath, I did. That was the first time I’d ever saved someone’s life. Ironic, isn’t it, that the life I saved was eventually given away to save me.

and no I could not decide on genders for anyone in this story skljdfksl

Last edited by MouseLoverr (Aug. 3, 2023 00:36:19)

-BookDragon- · #16 Sept. 17, 2023 03:45:36

Amelie walked back from the boulangerie, carrying a baguette in her arms. As she walked, she watched the city slowly wake up, the dawn slowly getting brighter as more people filled the streets. She knew the path to her destination by heart, and as her feet carried her she let her mind wander and take in everything around her. She loved her country. The fragrance of the baguette wafted around her, and she finally broke off the quignon–the first bite at the tip of the baguette–and savored the baguette’s warmth and the amazing flavor that filled her mouth. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling bigger. She finally reached her destination–a large apartment complex. She entered through the back gate with the code she’d been given and headed inside. It was shockingly cool in the building, and chaire de poule–goosebumps–rose up on her arms almost immediately. She made her way to the stairwell and quickly made her way to the second floor, heading to a room at the end of a hallway. Raising her fist, she rapped on the door. A pale woman with unbrushed flaxen hair–who still looked half asleep–opened it. “Bonjour, madame!” Amelie said cheerfully, giving her a cheerful smile. “B-bonjour,” The woman echoed, with a terrible accent, “What are you doing up so early this morning?” Amelie laughed. “I’ve brought you and your family a gift! A genuine baguette fresh from the boulangerie.” The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh Amelie–you didn’t have to!” Amelie laughed. “I know I didn’t, mon ami. But I wanted to.” The woman smiled gratefully, tearing up slightly. “Amelie–You’re such a good friend to Jack. I-I can’t even begin to voice how grateful I am to you for… everything! You are a truly wonderful person.” As she spoke the words, Jack appeared in the doorway behind her. Unlike his mother, he was fully dressed and his hair was brushed… to some degree. “Mornin’ Amelie,” he said with a lopsided grin. “You bring breakfast?” Amelie nodded. “A baguette, fresh from the boulangerie!” He blinked. “I don’t know what that last word means, but a baguette? YES GIVE I LOVE–” Amelie laughed at his strangeness as his mother shot him a look. “Jack, the proper words are ‘thank you, Amelie’. Not whatever you said.” Jack sighed. “Thanks, Amelie. You’re great, you really are. You’re the only person that ever comes over and visits us, shows us French customs and their amazing baguettes… You’re the only person that really tries to make us feel like we belong.” Amelie smiled. “Of course! Now, enough talk, let’s eat this baguette!”

-BookDragon- · #17 Sept. 17, 2023 03:55:54

Files ✦ Mouse's SWC Leader Application
~2093 words <33
✦ About Me
Hi! I’m Mouse–a wonderfully chaotic, dragon-obsessed 14-year-old. I use any pronouns (I have no preference <33) and I soar around the realm of CST. I love everything creative, whether that is drawing, singing, theater, crafting, dreaming, or–of course–writing. I’m an avid storyteller and I’ve been telling myself stories for as long as I can remember. Words have always been special to me, being my escape route to whole new worlds different from my own. It never really hit me that I could be a writer until a few years ago, and it was then I discovered a whole new world of words. I found SWC a few years later, and I’m so glad I did. Ever since I signed up as a backup camper in March 2022, my life has changed. I’ve gained more writing skills, forged amazing friendships, improved my leadership skills, and had an incredible amount of fun while doing it. I’ve only participated in a few sessions and I’ve already made memories that will last a lifetime.
I enjoy sports, and although I’ve never been on an official team for anything (which is something that I want to change). I’ve done figure skating and played dodgeball, kickball, softball, and hockey, and I’m currently doing soccer and trapeze. I’m ambidextrous, favoring my right hand when I’m writing but usually playing left-handed in sports.
I am and always have been an extrovert, and when I’m around people in real life I usually never stop talking. ^^’ I’m also very determined, not letting anything stop me from achieving my goals/dreams. I love strategy games and codes/ciphers, and I am also very passionate about nature and animals.

✦ Experience
This November will be my 6th session of SWC chaos, and my third applying as a co/leader! When I first found SWC it was halfway through March 2022, so I signed up as a backup camper and had a ton of fun–so much that I decided to sign up again. I participated in two other sessions as a camper before applying for co/leader in March 2023. I wasn’t accepted until Horror needed a last-minute co and I was given the offer to fill the position. I accepted and had the most fun I’d ever had in an SWC session. I was also on the MBC that session. In July I applied again and the wonderful Loyal offered for me to co-lead Action. I’ve also had various roles in other camps on Scratch, so here’s my full Scratch camp ‘résumé’:

Total sessions: 12
Camper x8
Co-leader x2
Leader x2
Currently hosting one camp

SWC March 2022 - Real-Fi - Backup Camper
SWC July 2022 - Script - Backup Camper
SWC November 2022 - Hi-Fi - Camper
JWC January 2023 - Rebel - Camper
SWC March 2023 - Horror Cabin - Co-Leader
CE April 2023 - Writing Cabin - Camper
CFL April 2023 - Owl Cabin - Leader
CJP May 2023 - Supernatural Cabin - Host & Leader
TC May 2023 - Solar Realm Cabin - Backup Camper
SAC June 2023 - Acrylic Cabin - Camper
SIC June 2023 - Lodestar - Camper
SWC July 2023 - Action - Co-Leader

Outside of Scratch, I’ve helped organize several large events, I have volunteered at many different places, including my community’s Makerspace (where anyone can come in and craft whatever they’d like), and the senior center. In writing experience, I’ve been writing for years, I’ve taken multiple high-level courses on writing all sorts of things (poetry, memoirs, essays, etc.), as well as other classes from published authors from all over my state, and I’ve entered my writing into local competitions several times.

✦ Cabin Preference
I’d be happy leading any cabin. Each genre, present and past, is so beautifully unique and each has so many possibilities. I can’t think of one I wouldn’t want to lead, but some of my dream cabins are (in no particular order): Adventure, Dystopian, Fantasy, Steampunk, and Sci-Fi, because I love writing in those genres and I have the most ideas for them. For Adventure, I’m thinking something along the lines of Adventure Quest, where campers achieve in-cabin goals to progress on their journey to recover/find a long-lost artifact. For Dystopian, my idea’s “working title” is Dystopian City. Campers wake up in a lightless dystopian city among a small group of rebels/survivors. Throughout the session, they explore the city and try to discover what made it go dark. (This idea could also work for mystery if the ‘find out who did this’ subplot becomes the main plot–). Fantasy is a big one, and I have a ton of ideas for it. At the moment my favorite is the Fantasy Caves… Steampunk is awesome and I think Steampunk Factory would be really cool. And Sci-Fi… where do I begin? My current top ideas are Sci-Fi Laboratories, Sci-Fi Dimension, and Sci-Fi Rift ;3
As for TCTWNW–It’s an amazing cabin. It is a vital part of SWC and I’m so glad it was added–however, I’d prefer not to co/lead it since I love the competition aspect of SWC <33

✦ Excerpt
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/695435/?page=1#post-7516797

✦ Time Dedication

The biggest thing I have in the coming months is school. (I’m homeschooled, so I can make SWC part of my classes ;3) I also have numerous daily activities throughout the week, including soccer & trapeze (which end in October), my volunteer job at the senior center, D&D, and voice lessons. Weekends are a wild card–I don’t know if I’ll be online then. None of that (besides my weekend activities) should impact my activity much, and I should be able to dedicate at least an hour a day to SWC, and even more time a day to writing. I don’t expect my schedule to change, and if it does and something comes up, or I will be inactive for a long period of time, I will be sure to notify my leadership team and the hosts.

✦ Time Management
I haven’t always been great at time management, but I can say that I have improved at it over the last year. One of my strengths is my ability to focus on a task for a long time. I know my own limits, and when I feel myself getting frustrated or hitting a wall, I can take a short break or turn on some music. Usually, that’s all I need to get right back on track. I can recognize when I’m getting distracted and redirect my attention, and if I just can’t stay focused I move on to another task to at the very least stay productive. Another strength is my dedication. When I find something I’m passionate about, I give my all. SWC is no exception. I find time whenever I can to write, and I absolutely love getting to know campers, leaders, and co-leaders. I’m constantly thinking up ideas for cabins, even when it’s not swceason (ty Luna for that word ;3).
My main weakness is procrastination. There are so many distractions out there, and I struggle to block every one. I can usually get myself back on track, but when I can’t, I go do something else and come back to my original task later. Another weakness–that I have been working hard to improve on–is that I overestimate myself and how much time I have. I take on too much work and then struggle to finish it all on time, pretending everything is fine and I have it under control until it becomes clear I don’t. I worked on this a lot last session, by not taking on too many tasks–finishing my current ones before taking on any more–and by asking for help.

✦ Working With Others
I love working with others. Being able to hear other people’s ideas build off each other’s and see what unique skills they have is amazing. I’ve come a long way in working with others, and I’m very proud of that fact. My skills are that I’m always trying to make everyone I’m working with feel included and like they’re contributing something important. I do my best to ask for opinions and never plow ahead without feedback from others, and I also try not to be demanding or pushy when asking anything. Another strength is that I try to be friendly and approachable, not just to my leadership team but to everyone. I try to make people smile and I feel absolutely horrible if I hurt someone’s feelings or they get mad at me because of something I said or did, and I try to redeem myself if it happens. I love working with people, and SWC gives me the amazing opportunity to interact with people from all over the world, and that’s really special to me.
My weaknesses are that I can take control of something without really meaning to, and I can sometimes be a bit of a control freak. When I get a vision for something I really love, I can bend other’s ideas and be tempted to redo other’s work to make it fit or tell them exactly what I want to do even though they might not particularly want to. Another weakness is that I can see someone else’s work and be tempted to redo it because I think that my idea would work better, often without realizing how genius their idea truly is. I’ve been working on all of these, and I can proudly say that I am much less intense–I’m now happy to take a side role in activities and give others time to shine as the beautiful wonderful people they are.

✦ Leader Quality
One quality I value most in a leader is kindness. If a leader is kind and thoughtful and talks to their campers, the campers have a good time and want to come back. Really getting to know your campers–making sure they’re having a good time, and that they’re feeling seen and included–is one of the best things a leader can do. If they’re kind, it shows the leader is enjoying what they’re doing and is passionate about their work–and genuinely a good person. If I’m chosen, I’ll be welcoming and kind to campers (no matter which cabin they’re in), I’ll talk to as many people as I can and get to know all my campers, and I’ll always lend an ear (well technically an eye since you can’t really hear scratch comments unless you’re using text to speech but that’s irrelevant–) to anyone who needs it. <33 Scratch comments can be a void, and I want to be someone who reaches out across that void and makes connections with others, someone who reminds them that there are actual people behind the devices.

✦ Cabin Atmosphere
A fun, competitive cabin geared toward making long-lasting friendships where campers can hang out, goof off, as well as work toward personal goals and get motivation to write!

(175 characters)

✦ Checkboxes
I will be available to help add points in the main cabin consistently throughout camp

I’m willing to share a promotional project for SWC

I can complete all leadership responsibilities listed in the FAQ <33

In the case of inactive leadership, the first thing I’ll do is tell the hosts. If it’s my own inactivity, I’ll let my other leaders know that I’ll be inactive and tell them how long I’ll be inactive and if I’m dropping out. If it’s another member of the leadership team, depending on what the hosts say to do, I will discuss with my leadership team and we’ll decide how to move forward–either handling it ourselves or choosing and offering to another co.

✦ Conclusion
SWC is a huge beautiful thing, but it is nothing without the people in it–the hosts, the gHosts, the leaders and co-leaders, the honoraries, the campers–everyone who made SWC what it is, and everyone who continues to make it better.
SWC has been such a wonderful part of my life, and I want to continue to be a part of it. I want to be one of the people who help make it a better place for every camper in the months and years to come. <33

MouseLoverr · #18 Oct. 16, 2023 23:34:12

CKS war with the amazing Pepper hehe~
104 words, keyboard smash was wekfjdskl, words were whales excellent knowledge fantasy jam ducks shapes kit-kat lies
not sure if plural words count for the total words used–I think I used all but one

I’ve always had an excellent imagination. When I was younger, I used to sit by the pond that was just down the street and eat kit-kats leftover from halloween, staring at the ducks and imagining that there were whales hidden beneath the surface, or stare up at the clouds and see all sorts of shapes in them. They were childhood fantasies, but I loved them to death. I would spin tales out of loose ideas in my head, and walk around proud with the knowledge that I carried entire stories with me. When I was younger, reality was a lie and fantasy was reality.

MouseLoverr · #19 Nov. 2, 2023 22:11:03

11/2/23 Daily

Welcome to the second daily of this session! Hope you're enjoying discovering what your cabin and storyline look like. In this activity, you'll be writing a letter to your future self. Mention any goals you have for this month, maybe talk about a writing project of yours? Anything you want to include is great :) We'll be opening these letters near the end of the session. Write 350 words to earn 200 points for your cabin, with a bonus 200 points for sharing proof.

367 words, might add to it later. <33

Dear Future Me,
Hey! Today is the second of November, and I’m writing this at my desk with my newly bought squishmallow dalmatian-dressed-as-a-devil in my lap! Right now, I’ve reached the daily par for NaNoWriMo once, and I working on the second time, although I’m writing this now so I don’t forget–after all, I have all evening to write for NaNoWriMo ;D
Right now, you’re excited for the novel that’s going to pour out of your brain and onto the page, and hopefully eventually into a real book. You’re excited for the month to come, and you can’t wait to see how Sci-Fi’s plotline turns out! You also want to draw a lot this month and reach out to some friends you haven’t talked to in a while.
Right now, the kitties are meowing really loudly because they are hungry, one dog is at work, and the other is sleeping under the table, and Eve apparently tried to get into the dishwasher bwahaha and your brother is asking you to be his DM in a one-person campaign which is probably not going to end well but it might happen anyway when you find more time. By the time you’re reading this, it either will have happened or not happened…
Right now, you haven’t done much character or plot development on your novel, but I’m sure (or a least I hope) that you’ve done some more and characters like Crystal, Ronan, Cyfrin, Ashla, Mira, Viper, Samson, and Quinn have a bit more lore to their names ;D
You haven’t drawn most of them yet, but you plan on doing so soon, and I sincerely hope you have indeed done some drawing of them by now. If not, go draw them. Now.
Speaking of characters, right now your favorite one of yours is Cyfrin and he desperately needs a better backstory and lots of lore–but I’m sure you know it all by the time you’re reading this.
In terms of published books, you’re currently almost finished Ender’s Game and planning on reading Six of Crows and The Maze Runner soon after.
I hope the month of November has gone well!
Much chaos,
~Mouse from 11/02/2023, 4:07 PM

Last edited by MouseLoverr (Nov. 2, 2023 22:12:16)

MouseLoverr · #20 Nov. 3, 2023 16:59:04

11/3/23 Daily

From rainy days to bookstores, pumpkins to scarecrows, fall is a season of many meanings in literature. Some of the most prominent interpretations of the season's symbolism are of harvest, new beginnings and prosperity, and entirely conversely, of endings, decay, and reclusion. In today’s daily, in 450 words or more, write a scene focusing on character dynamics, and convey them through the atmosphere using fall symbolism. For example, if two characters' relationship was just beginning to grow, you could use a harvest to symbolize new beginnings.

594 words, see if you can guess the symbolism (there are two themes ;D)

Ronan knelt in the dirt in front of the cold stone, a piercing wind of autumn swirling around him. He shivered but ignored it, staring blankly into space. How could this have happened? Everything had been perfect. And now, everything was gone. He stood from the grave and started to walk away, trying to clear his head. It wasn’t much use. All he saw was Celestine, running from imaginary monsters when they were young, crying at the smallest things that meant so much to her–a dead bug, a vase broken–or laughing, her smile lighting up the room (literally; she had been a light spellcaster). He missed the sparkle in her eyes, the way her face lit up when she met another Magical. He missed her so much, so much that everything had gone numb, the sharp pain replaced by a dull ache. He walked aimlessly and soon ended up in the district’s park. He silently watched small children play, their exhausted parents desperately trying to tame the worst of the chaos. They were destined to fail, but at least they did try. Another breeze blew by, and a fallen leaf that was being taken away by the breeze hit his cheek. He pulled it away and looked at it until the next breeze came and took it away. It had come from the tree in the center of the park, the tree whose leaves were turning dark red and then brown, shriveling up and being taken away from everything they ever knew by the wind. That’s how Ronan felt now, swept away on a biting breeze with everything out of control and nothing left to save him.

One year later

The seasons slipped by faster than Ronan ever realized they could, and before he knew it it was autumn again. He sat next to Celestine’s grave, desperately wishing she was with him and at the same time, knowing that it was impossible. She was gone. He finally brought himself to look at the grave and smiled when he saw the flowers he had planted there for her finally blooming. They were a beautiful orangey-pink color, resembling a perfect sunset. Celestine would have loved them. When he planted them, he hadn’t realized they’d bloom in autumn. they had been a gift from an old, slightly crazy family friend, given to him for safekeeping since his mother was “Always running around and saving people, with no time to sit down and watch something grow”. He hadn’t even known if they would grow at all–but they had.

Two years later

The flowers had grown back every year, and each year they were more beautiful than the last. They had spread, covering most of the grave, and it had become Ronan’s favorite place to be. He had moved on, finally accepted that Celestine was gone and never coming back, and he had slowly found new happiness. “I bet if you were here, you’d be proud of me,” He murmured to the flowers, “And you’d also tell me to get up and actually do something today instead of sitting here, talking to flowers.” With a laugh, he stood and walked away from the flower-covered grave. He’d return to it often, of course, but he knew Celestine wouldn’t want him to live in the past. So with each step that carried him away from the past, he was striding toward the future. He made a wish, as he walked away–that he could, one day, bring as much light into the life of someone else as Celestine had brought for him.

Last edited by MouseLoverr (Nov. 3, 2023 17:00:57)

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