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Не відвідувати водоймища без нагляду дорослих (правила)

Марк проходився біля водойм. Якийсь маленький хлопець — десь 8-9 років хотів ступити на лід. Марк крикнув йому: “Не ступай на лід він ще надто тонкий!!!”. Хлопець йому відповів: “Ти мені не наказ!!!”. І ступив на лід. Лід з тріском провалився. Марку хотілося просто сказати: “Я ж казав”. Але це було б неправильно тому Марк просто розкрив крила, полетів до місця де був хлопець, схопив його за руку і витягнув на берег. Хлопець був захоплений і буквально засипав Марка мільйоном запитань. Марк не звертаючи уваги на запитання накинув на хлопця свою куртку, а також запитав у нього номер батьків. Після чого подзвонив їм. Марк був дуже роздратований запитаннями і ледве дочекався поки батьки хлопця приїхали. І потім пішов додому.

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Don't go near the water without adult suprevision (rules)

Mark was walking near the water. And some young boy – around 8-9 year old wanted to step on the ice. Mark shouted to him: "Don't step on the ice it's too thin!". The boy replied to him: "You are not the law!". And stepped on the ice. Mark just wanted to say: "I told you so". But that would've been wrong so Mark just spread his wings and flew to the place where the boy was, took his hand and pulled him ashore. The boy was infatuated he started asking Mark a lot of questions. Mark, not paying any attention to questions gave the boy his jacket and asked if he knew his parents number. After which he called them. Mark was very annoyed by the question and barely held up until the boy's parents arrived. And then he went home.

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При виявлені несправності гірлянди одразу вимкнути та ялинка має стояти на стійкій основі (правила)

Скоро повинен був настати новий рік. Тому Марк, Марта і Мінт прикрашали ялинку. Спершу всі троє прикрашали ялинку Марка і Марти. Але після цього домовилися допомогти прикрашати ялинку Мінта. Коли ставили ялинку Мінт сказав: “Потрібно ставити ялинку на стійку основу, минулого року я прикрашав ялинку зі своїми батьками але ми забули закріпити її і я випадково зачепив ялинку рукою. Звісно вона впала і майже всі іграшки розбилися”. Марк і Марта не хотіли щоб їхня ялинка також впала тому вони перевірили все двічі. Розмовляючи і жартуючи друзі прикрасили ялинку. Залишилося лише увімкнути гірлянду. Це зробила Марта. Але от лихо — через декілька секунд гірлянда почала іскритися. Марта скрикнула та відскочила розкривши крила. Марк спокійно просто вимкнув гірлянду. Він попросив Марту та Мінта зняти гірлянду з ялинки та викинути її. А сам пішов в магазин за новою.

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If Christmas lights are broken you need to immidiaetly turn them off and Christmas tree should stand on a steady base (rules)

Soon would be New Year. [autor's note: New Year in Ukraine is celebrated like Christmas while the characters are supposed to be American it's a fictional world and also the author is an idiot] So Mark, Marta and Mint were decorating the Christmas tree. At first all three decorated Mark's and Marta's tree. But after this they agreed to decorate Mint's tree. When they were setting it Mint said: "We need to set the Christmas tree on a steady base, last year me and my parents were decorating it, but we forgot to give it extra support and I accidentally got caught up in the needles and when I moved the Christmas tree of course fell, almost all the decorations got broken" Mark and Marta didn't want the same to happen to them so they checked if the tree is steady twice. Talking and laughing they finished decorating everything. The only thing that was left to do was to turn on the fairy lights. This was done by Marta. But the fairy lights began to spark just in a few seconds. Marta screamed and jumped backwards spreading her wings. Mark calmly walked up and turned the lights off. He asked Marta and Mint to take them off the Christmas tree and to throw it in the trash. And he himself went to the store to buy a new one.

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Щодня читати (правила)

Це був дуже сніжний день і друзі хотіли просто бути вдома. Марк пішов на кухню приготувати какао з маршмелоу. Він приготував дві порції для себе та його сестри Марти. Марта була в її кімнаті захоплено читаючи пригодницьку книгу. Вона навіть не помітила що Марк зайшов. Марк поставив какао Марти на стіл вона швидко подякувала не відриваючи очі від книги. Марк також пішов в свою кімнату взявши з полиці книгу про Шерлока Холмса та закутавшись в плед почав читати, повністю занурившись в вигадану історію. Мінт також читав книгу але книгу рецептів. Він хотів приготувати печиво.

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Reading everyday (rules)

This was a very snowy day and friends just wanted to be home. Mark went to the kitchen to cook cocoa with marshmallow. He cooked two portions one for himself and one for his sister Marta. Reading an adventure book with excitement. She didn't even notice that Mark entered. Mark set Marta's cocoa on the table, she quickly thanked him, not even looking up from her book. Mark also went to his room and after taking a Sherlock Holmes book from the shelf and wrapping up in the blanked he started reading, fully engrossed in the fictional story. Mint also was reading a book, but a recipe book. He wanted to cook cookies.

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Знайомство з Марком, Мартою та Мінтом

Їм трьом чотирнадцять. Марк і Марта — брат і сестра, а Мінт їхній найкращий друг. Вони мають суперсили Марк і Марта можуть телепортуватися, Мінт — створювати щит та лікувати але він через деяку причину не може використовувати свої суперсили. Також всі троє мають крила.

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Introduction to Mark, Mint and Marta

They are all 14. Mark and Marta are siblings and Mint is their best friend. They have superpowers Mark and Marta can teleport, Mint is able to create a shield and heal others but he because of a reason can't use his superpowers. Also all three have wings.

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Апокалипсис

Меня зовут Антон. Я живу в России.

Я вернулся в мой город ещё раз за книгами потому что мне надо починить несколько вещей в моем доме. Я входжу в когда-то прекрасные ворота города. Я очень люблю мой город! И все эти годы

я скучал за ним! В этом городе было абсолютно всё. Я медленно прохожусь по улицам города, каждое место здесь наполнено воспоминаниями. Дорогой магазин где я покупал новые видеоигры. Дешёвый рынок в котором я часто помогал родителям с покупками. Большая больница куда я всегда боялся попасть. И маленькая аптека где моя мама покупала сироп от кашлю. Банк где работал мой старший брат ��иша. Я так скучаю за ним что и словами не описать. Также тут были офисы где работали люди в деловых костюмах. Уютные кафе где я останавливался чтобы выпить малинового чаю прохладными осенними вечерами. Дорогие рестораны в которые я ненавидел ходить потому что все были такими напыщенными казалось что они ведут себя как роботы, а не люди. Конечно уже это не имеет никакого значения. Усталый после долгой дороги я сел на холодный, потресканный асфальт. Я достал воду с моего рюкзака и сделал несколько глотков. Осматриваясь все казалось таким серым и… мертвым? Нету детей которые бы смеялись и бегали по улицам, бабушек которые сидели бы на лавочках и сплетничали, вечно усталых студентов которые бы спешили чтобы не опоздать на урок.

Да и от самого города мало что осталось. Окна были выбиты ветром или дикими животными которые забрели в город. Некоторые стены били разрушены. Клумбы заросли сорняками без должного ухода. Но солнце еще светит и птицы ещё поют жизнь продолжается даже если так не кажется на первый взгляд. Но я пришел за книгами. Поэтому я медленно встал и пошел в сторону библиотеки. Я могу зайти в магазин одежды потом так как моя вся порванная. А вот и библиотека. Она почти не разрушилась. Книги которые мне надо ещё должны остаться целыми. Я взял мой механический фонарь и зашел внутрь. Если моя память меня не подводит то книги по строительству должны быть недалеко отсюда. Все книги уже упали с полок. Я начал осматривать большие стопки книг. Нет это не та и это не та, не та, не та… Аж тут я услышал звук издалека. Я схватил свое оружие и рюкзак и побежал к источнику звука.

Я уже был готов к атаке (или к защите).

Но то что я увидел меня удивило. Я увидел человека. Я увидел живого человека! Я не видел никого много лет теперь. Незнакомец услышал мои шаги и быстро схватил свое оружие, обернувшись лицом ко мне. Я начал изучать его.

Он был одет в свитер, черные штаны и сапоги. Его одежда была такой же потрепанной как и моя. У него была долгая борода и волосы.

Он был испуганным но готовым �� защите. Я застал его врасплох.

Но тут я начал замечать что-то — он был похожим на моего брата Мишу. Те же самые черные, кудрявые волосы, зеленые глаза. На его руке был браслет который я когда то ему дал. Я опустил свое оружие на землю.

«Миша!?» - спросил я.

«Антон!» - крикнул мой брат, откинув его оружие в сторону.

Подбежав ко мне он поднял меня и сжал в объятия. И в этот момент все другое не имело значения. Я не был сам по себе, я был с ближайшим мне человеком которого я думал я потерял навсегда.

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Апокаліпсис

Мене звуть Антон. Я живу в Росії.

Я повернувся до мого міста ще раз за книгами тому що мені потрібно полагодити декілька речей в моєму прихистку. Я входжу в колись прекрасну браму міста. Я дуже люблю моє місто! І всі ці роки я сумував за ним! В цьому місті було абсолютно все. Я повільно проходжуся по вулицям, кожне місце тут наповнене спогадами.

Дорогий магазин в якому я купував нові відеоігри. Дешевий ринок де я часто допомагав батькам з покупками. Велика лікарня куди я завжди боявся попасти. І маленька аптека де моя мама купувала сироп від кашлю. Банк де працював мій старший брат Міша. Я так сильно за ним сумую що й словами не описати. Також тут були офіси де працювали люди в ділових костюмах. Затишні кафе де я зупинявся щоб випити малинового чаю холодними осінніми вечорами. Дорогі ресторани в які я ненавидів ходити через те що всі були такі бундючні здавалося що вони поводяться як роботи а не люди. Звісно це вже тепер не має найменшого значення. Втомлений від довгої дороги я присів на холодний, потрісканий асфальт. Я дістав трохи води з мого рюкзака і зробив декілька ковтків. Дивлячись навколо все здається таким сірим і... мертвим? Немає дітлахів які сміялися б і бігали по вулицям, бабусь які б сиділи на лавочках і пліткували, вічно втомлених студентів які бігли б щоб не запізнитися на пари. Та і від самого міста мало що залишилося. Вікна були вибиті вітром або дикими тваринами які забрели в місто. Деякі стіни були зруйновані. Клумби заросли бур’яном без належного догляду. Але сонце ще світить пташки ще співають життя ще триває навіть якщо так не здається на перший погляд. Але я прийшов щоб здобути книги. Тому я повільно піднявся і рушив в бік бібліотеки. Я міг би зайти в магазин одягу потім, так як мій одяг весь подертий. А ось і бібліотека. Вона майже не зруйнувалася. Книжки які мені потрібні ще повинні залишитися цілими. Я дістав мій механічний ліхтарик і зайшов всередину. Якщо моя пам’ять мене не підводить книжки по будівництву повинні бути недалеко. Всі книжки вже впали з поличок. Я почав оглядати великі купи книг. Ні це не та і це не та, не та, не та...

Аж тут я почув звук здалеку. Я схопив свою зброю і рюкзак і побіг до джерела. Я вже приготувався до нападу (чи захисту). Але те що я побачив мене здивувало. Я побачив людину. Я побачив живу людину! Я не бачив нікого вже багато років тепер. Незнайомець почув мої кроки і швидко схопив свою зброю, обернувшись обличчям до мене. Я почав його вивчати. Він був вдягненим у светр, чорні штани і чоботи. Його одяг був таким же потріпаним як і мій власний. В нього була дуже довга борода і довге волосся. Він виглядав наляканим але готовий до захисту. Я застав його зненацька. Але тут я почав помічати що він схожий на мого брата Мішу — те саме чорне кучеряве волосся, зелені очі та він ще носив браслет який я колись дав йому. Я опустив свою зброю на землю.

“Міша?!” - спитав я.

“Антон!” - закричав мій брат відкинувши свою зброю в бік.

Підбігши до мене він підняв мене і стиснув в обійми. І в цей момент все інше здалося не важливим. Я не був сам по собі нарешті я був з найближчою мені людиною яку я думав що втратив назавжди.

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Apocalypse

My name is Anton. I live in Russia.

I returned to my city once again to get the books. Because I needed to fix a few things in my house.

I stepped in once beautiful city ark. I love my city and all these years I missed it! This city had absolutely everything.

I slowly walked across streets every place here is filled with memories:

Expensive shops where I bought new video games and cheap markets where I often helped my parents with buying groceries. The huge hospital where I was always afraid to go and the tiny pharmacy where my mom used to buy cough syrup. And bank where my older brother Misha worked.

My brother Misha…

I miss him so much.

Also there were office buildings where people in the suits worked. Cozy coffee shops where I often stopped to drink raspberry tea on cold fall evenings. Expensive restaurants where I hated going because everyone was so snobby. I used to think that they were robots when I was young.

Of course it’s not like any of this matters now…

I was tired after long way so I sat down on a cold, cracked asphalt. I pulled out water and took a few sips.

With all this I forgot to write today’s date in my notebook: November 3. Today is my birthday. I’m 23 now. I’m legally considered an adult.

I picked up a glass shard from the ground. I looked like an adult would too. My hair gathered in a short ponytail, a beard and a bruise from an unsuccessful shaving attempt.

But I’ve never felt like an adult. I’m not mature and I’ve never filed my taxes, never had a job, never smoked a cigarette, never drank alcohol, never got a driver’s license and I’ve never went to college.

Heck I’ve never even got past the 7th grade.

I closed my notebook and took a deep breath. I’ve still got a mission to complete.

I slowly stood up. After all these years I still remember the way to the library.

I was quite happy when I saw the building relatively untouched apart from a few broken windows. Inside the books were still on their shelves.

I started searching the shelves.

No not that and not that, not that, no, no, no… oh here it is.

Suddenly I heard a lot thud I threw my book in my backpack and ran towards the noise. I was ready to attack (or defend myself)

But I wasn’t really ready for this confrontation.

I saw a person, a living person for the first time in 9 years.

In the meantime the stranger noticed me and turned towards me putting his hands in defensive position.

He was wearing a sweater, black pants and boots. He had long hair and beard.

Suddenly I started to notice that he looked a lot like my brother. He had the same black, curly hair and green eyes. His bracelet was similar to the one I gave my brother back in the day. I wasn’t sure that it was him but still asked:

“Misha?” - was my question to him

“Anton!” - happily exclaimed my brother

He ran towards me and pulled me into the hug.

This was the happiest moment of my life.

I’m not alone in this world.

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Masterpost

Hello you might know me by now I'm aaaaiuio or Connor whatever you want to call me. I use they/them pronouns. And I'm a minor. Here's all the stories I wrote:

Mark's and Mint's story/wings:

Writing prompt: A wish

First day at school Mark's and Mint's story/wings legacy: (so this one needs a bit of explaining before the story and the characters you know the story looked really different, I changed a lot so please regard this and the new version as two different universes I wrote these stories based on rules on how to act during school winter holidays that they gave us I wrote this when I was 13 so don't judge me too harshly please) Introduction to Mark Mint and Marta (Ukrainian version)

Reading everyday (rules) (Ukrainian version)

If Christmas lights are broken you need to immidiaetly turn them off and Christmas tree should stand on a steady base (rules) (Ukrainian version) Don't go near the water without adult suprevision (rules) (Ukrainian version)

Apocalypse (AKA the story I wrote based on exercise in my class): Main story (Ukrainian version,Russian version)

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First day at school

It was Mark’s and Mint's first day of school. They were really excited to go, wearing new, sleek school uniforms and badges with 1-C written on it - their class name. After the speech from the headmaster (that both boys didn’t remember much of). They headed to their class together with their teacher. Their first (and only for the first day) class was superpower training. For most kids their superpowers start showing at around 5-7 years. For Mark they already did and he has been able to use them a bit (despite every each time he did it drained him almost fully of energy) And Mint despite also feeling the presence of his superpowers was too scared to use them alone.

As the students entered the training room they were flabbergasted. It was a big hexagonal hall painted in white. The ceiling was a glass dome which allowed the warm sunlight to pass through, softly lightning up the room. Three rows of black, modern styled seats were arranged at each side of the hall. The walls were colorfully painted with the depictions of the scenes from old myths. And to suit this the columns reminded of the ones you would see in ancient Greece. The floor was made of soft material so young avians wouldn’t get hurt if they fell. And a few hoops were hung from the ceiling like the ones that Mark had seen on tv when he watched flying tournaments with his older sister.

All of them would’ve for sure spent days admiring the architecture of this place but the teacher’s voice rang: “Please take your seats, the lesson is about to start” - she gestured to the nearest row of seats. First graders shuffled and took their seats on the first row. “Good job! Now…. I would need a desk” - the teacher clapped her hands and her eyes lit up for a moment as a small desk appeared out of thin air.

“All of you know about magic already. Raise your hands up if you have used it before!” – half of the students raised their hands with excitement. “That’s a lot of you” - the teacher pretended to be surprised. “But even if you didn’t don’t worry, it's not difficult. We are going to try doing it today together okay?” - teacher continued explaining further as the students paid attention to every word.“Now who wants to try first?” – finally asked the teacher.

Mark practically jumped out of his seat, raising both of his hands up as high as he could. The teacher chuckled: “Alright, Mark you can be the first”. Mark walked up and teleported on his first try. He walked back to his seat with confidence. His friend Mint asked: “How did you do that?” - in shock. Mark leaned back and chuckled: “I’m not sure, honestly”

One after another each one got to try, some more successfully than others but in the end all of them succeeded.

Finally it was Mint's turn, he focused on the magic running through his blood, breathing slowly and steadily like the teacher told him. And finally he felt a slight burning sensation at his fingertips. He imagined a small shield around himself and the small glowing outline of it began appearing. He did it! But a weird pressure started building up in his head, he looked down at his hand and the blood vessels were visible and glowing green. “Was that supposed to happen?” - Mint wondered but oh… the shield started fading and his vision went black.

Mint collapsed. Teacher managed to leap just in time to catch him. She carefully carried him to the nurse's office. The curious students followed them even after the teacher said not to.

The nurse was surprised and a bit shocked. "What happened?" - she asked. The teacher told her the story.

The whole class was curiously looking. The teacher asked the class with a smile: "How about we go back to the class? I prepared some games we can play together". The student's faces lit up as they walked out of the cabinet.

All of them except Mark who refused to leave his best friend alone. "We need to go, Mark," the teacher kindly said to him. "No I will not leave Mint alone, I will not go without him!". "Mark, he needs some rest. I promise he will be okay". Mark only shook his head. And walked closer to Mint, he was crying. The teacher looked at the nurse with a pleading look in her eyes. "It's okay" - she replied. "Mark you can stay but only if you sit quietly there and not distract me" - she pointed at the chair in the opposite corner of the room. Mark quietly complied, not taking his eyes off his friend for a second.

Mint opened his eyes after a few long minutes of waiting. "What happened? Why am I there?" - he asked looking around in confusion. "You lost consciousness while trying to use your superpowers, you must have exhausted yourself too much, no big deal but how are you feeling now?" - said the nurse. "Oh" - Mint said as he remembered everything that happened.

Mint let out a sob and another and one more and before he knew it he was crying from his failure to do something as basic as using his superpowers. He didn't know what went wrong. He listened to all of the instructions and followed them precisely. Why then did he fail?

Mark ran up to Mint, stopping only a bit away from him, not entirely sure what to do. The nurse was worried and asked "Are you in pain?". Mint shook his head. Mark just hugged Mint without saying a word. And they stayed like that for a couple of minutes until Mint stopped crying. The nurse then asked him a few questions. And wrote a note to Mint's parents. That she handed to Mint.

Mint slowly stood up. He didn't have a lot of energy so he stumbled. "Careful!" - The nurse caught him by his shoulder"Can you walk on your own?" - she asked with concern. "Yeah I think so" - Mint lied. Mark noticed this so he shuffled and stood just a little bit closer to Mint. The nurse looked at her watch: "Oh dear, your class must have already left. You could maybe wait for the next bus...... or probably you should just go to the door down the hallway" - she opened the cabinet door and pointed at the bright green door. "Do you know your house address?" - she turned to Mint "Yes it's Feathers 34" - he replied.

"So just knock and ask the teacher if she could teleport you both to your houses. Don’t be scared, she is really nice. Also Mark is this your name? You remember your street address too?". Mark nodded. And the two friends walked out of the door. Mint leaned heavily on Mark's shoulder for support. And they both started slowly and carefully walking through the wide corridor. Mint realized that before he didn't care as much for sleep. He would of course sleep at the times he was told to sleep but he never explicitly wanted to do that. But right now all he could think of is how soft the pillow would be and how his bed is so warm and comfortable......

Oh they're here near the green door…. it was locked. Mint sighed. Mark tried to knock on it but there was no response. There was a sign pinned to the door. Mint started reading it aloud: "I am away for any in-qui-ry you should go to the office 29". "So should we come back to the nurse's office and ask the nurse what to do?" - Mint asked Mark. "We could but I have a better idea, remember when we fled there, there was a platform which you could fly off". "Yes but if I remember correctly it's only for those who are in 5th grade or up" - Mint said.

"Don't worry it'll be fine no one will notice us" - said Mark. "But it's against the rules and I can't fly right now" - Mint tried to object. "I can carry you" - Mark's eyes glimmered. "It's an awful idea" - Mint mumbled but still went with Mark's plan. Soon they were standing at the edge of the platform. Mint was scared even looking down from the edge, much less did he like the idea of actually being carried down from it by his best friend who was much lighter than him in weight.

Mark tightly clutched Mint’s hands and Mint - Mark’s hands. "Are you ready?" - Mark asked. Mint couldn't make any noise, the fear had sewn his mouth shut so he just slightly nodded. "So let's go" And they jumped. Mark quickly spread out his wings. He started flapping them as fast as he possibly could, to slow down their fall. The strong wind was ruffling both of the boys' hair and adrenaline was rushing through their veins. They clung onto each other holding on for dear life, as they ascended down to the ground. They both kept their eyes tightly closed. Mark’s wings seemed to barely be big enough to slow them down and not let them fall to their death but they held up. But soon for Mark the weight was too much and his and Mint's hands were sweaty. They couldn't hold on to each other anymore.

Mint’s hands slipped…

And he fell down

All of his short life was flashing before his eyes, his ears were ringing. Mint screamed.

But at last he got an idea. He gathered all his remaining energy and spread out his wings trying to break his fall.

Somehow he even managed to land on his feet before flopping onto the ground. His heart was racing and he was breathing heavily.

"Mint are you okay? I'm sorry I'm so so sorry" - Mark cried out "I'm okay, barely" - Mint responded, his voice still trembling. Mark kept apologizing in tears. "It's- alright" — Mint replied. "We probably shouldn't tell others about what happened" - Mint said, pausing between words to catch his breath. "yeah" - Mark replied, still feeling extremely guilty. Mint was feeling still out of sync but he had other things to worry about like having to explain to his parents why he didn't come back from school on the school bus. Mark walked keeping his head down, he didn't want to meet his friend's eyes. They both knew the area well and soon found their homes.

Mint's parents and Mark's siblings will have a lot of questions…

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“I will grant you a wish. BUT… your gain will be someone else’s loss. If you want riches, someone will be stripped of theirs. If you want health, someone will fall ill. If you want love, someone will get their heart broken. And whatever you choose, that someone will know your name.”

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A calendar of events in my world

The main story that I'm working on right now is "Wings" (not final name). About two bestfriends Mark and Mint who have superpowers and wings and their everyday life. Almost 2 years passed since I started working on it. What at first started as just a simple Oc who was meant to portray my favorite color black was turned into a story with so much detail and bits of lore.

But that's not a main point of today post.

I wanted to establish some sort of timeline in this world so I just won't mess it up in the future when I actually start writing the story.

I wanted to all the events in the main story to take place over the year (not that it's very important because this is more slice-of-life kind of story) I chose 2023 as the year just because it would be easier for me.

I marked the important dates. Red - holidays (I mixed Ukrainian an American) and birthdays of the main characters

Pink - important dates within the story

Blue - field trips and the stories that take place in other places than characters homes

Not marked - normal stories

I want to make stories in this proportion - 5 normal; 1 holiday story: 1 away from home story

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My flaw

I have a major flaw. I cant reconize a bad movie or book most of the time. Only if it is very bad I can reconize it. Like I can reconize if something is good but never if it is bad. And this is a big problem because I want to be a writer. But how am I going to reconize flaws in my own stories if I cant reconize the flaws in other stories? I mean its so bad that I watched emoji movie and didn`t find anything wrong with it the first time. Like if I wanted to be a programmer like I dreamt of becoming as a kid then that would be better because there is nothing wrong with enjoying the content that evryone considers cringe or bad. But to be a writer I have to be able to reconize something bad.