27 Mar 2024, 00:44
Sage Willows
Prompt: IC Holidays Artform: Writing
Made using: wrote on Google Doc
Explanation: I wrote of a time when Sage and her step-sister celebrated Easter with their mum!
Easter was always a big celebration at the Willow house. The first year after Sage, Kora, and Cassie left for Kent, Kora whined about how painfully boring it was with no celebrations.
“Can’t we just do something small?” sobbed Kora the day before Easter.
“Don’t get your hopes up, Kor. Cassie’s busy,” Sage replied, used to disappointment and lack of celebrations.
Kora and Sage were sent off to bed and didn’t give the holiday a second thought till morning when they woke up to Cassie watching them.
“Happy Easter!” Cassie exclaimed, handing them each a basket. “I put these together last night.”
The girls squealed and snatched the baskets from her, pulling out loads of chocolate and then a paper clue.
“What’s this?” Kora asked, clearly disappointed it wasn’t chocolate.
“Follow the instructions and you’ll see,” Cassie replied with an adventurous smile.
Sage and Kora exchanged a look and took off down the stairs. They went every which way as they worked to figure out the clues.
“Here!” Sage shouted triumphantly, holding up two large Easter eggs.
“Yay!” Kora giggled.
Cassie followed after them and smiled at their victory. “I know it isn’t the same, but I did my best to make it fun.” There was a sadness to her voice, a sadness neither girl understood at their young ages.
“You did perfect, Cassie,” Sage promised with a small smile.
Kora nodded in agreement, stuffing more chocolate in her mouth. “Yes, perfect.”
Cassie laughed gently. “Perfect is a bit much, isn’t it?”
Sage shook her head. “You taught me never to lie.”
Made using: wrote on Google Doc
Explanation: I wrote of a time when Sage and her step-sister celebrated Easter with their mum!
Easter was always a big celebration at the Willow house. The first year after Sage, Kora, and Cassie left for Kent, Kora whined about how painfully boring it was with no celebrations.
“Can’t we just do something small?” sobbed Kora the day before Easter.
“Don’t get your hopes up, Kor. Cassie’s busy,” Sage replied, used to disappointment and lack of celebrations.
Kora and Sage were sent off to bed and didn’t give the holiday a second thought till morning when they woke up to Cassie watching them.
“Happy Easter!” Cassie exclaimed, handing them each a basket. “I put these together last night.”
The girls squealed and snatched the baskets from her, pulling out loads of chocolate and then a paper clue.
“What’s this?” Kora asked, clearly disappointed it wasn’t chocolate.
“Follow the instructions and you’ll see,” Cassie replied with an adventurous smile.
Sage and Kora exchanged a look and took off down the stairs. They went every which way as they worked to figure out the clues.
“Here!” Sage shouted triumphantly, holding up two large Easter eggs.
“Yay!” Kora giggled.
Cassie followed after them and smiled at their victory. “I know it isn’t the same, but I did my best to make it fun.” There was a sadness to her voice, a sadness neither girl understood at their young ages.
“You did perfect, Cassie,” Sage promised with a small smile.
Kora nodded in agreement, stuffing more chocolate in her mouth. “Yes, perfect.”
Cassie laughed gently. “Perfect is a bit much, isn’t it?”
Sage shook her head. “You taught me never to lie.”
27 Mar 2024, 00:48
Sage Willows
Prompt: Inclusivity Artform: Writing
Made using: wrote on Google Doc
Explanation: I wrote of a time when Sage and her step-mum talked about Sage’s leg and how they way affect how people view her!
“Sage,” Cassie called to me one afternoon after we finished unpacking. “Can you come here please?”
I walked to her willingly. “What?”
“Sit down. We need to talk about something.”
I was worried, of course. Cassie never normally called for me to sit with her and chat. “What’s going on?” I asked her curiously.
She took a deep breath, glancing at my prosthetic. “It’s about your leg.”
I placed a hand on it defensively. “What about it?”
“Well . . . people might not understand it. You were in a unique situation.”
“Why won’t they? It’s just a leg,” I replied.
“Yes, but . . . it’s just that some people might judge you for it. Not include you.”
“Oh,” I mumbled, looking down. I didn’t hate my leg. Not at all. Why did people judge something about me I couldn’t change?
“Do you understand what I’m telling you?” Cassie asked, looking nervous.
“Sort of. So . . . people could leave me out? On purpose?” I questioned.
“Unfortunately.” Cassie offered me another sad look. “But I love you. And so does Kora.”
“I know. It’s just hurtful that people would hate what I can’t change.”
“But you’ll still find people that can love and accept all parts of you,” Cassie added. “Just like Kora and me.”
“Will it ever get better? Like, will people ever understand fully?”
“It will. It might take time, but it will improve. In the meantime, focus on those who do understand. It isn’t any of your fault that some may try to keep you out. Not at all.”
“I know,” I said, continuing to stare down.
“Hey, prove them all wrong. Show them how amazing, smart, funny, and incredible you are.”
Made using: wrote on Google Doc
Explanation: I wrote of a time when Sage and her step-mum talked about Sage’s leg and how they way affect how people view her!
“Sage,” Cassie called to me one afternoon after we finished unpacking. “Can you come here please?”
I walked to her willingly. “What?”
“Sit down. We need to talk about something.”
I was worried, of course. Cassie never normally called for me to sit with her and chat. “What’s going on?” I asked her curiously.
She took a deep breath, glancing at my prosthetic. “It’s about your leg.”
I placed a hand on it defensively. “What about it?”
“Well . . . people might not understand it. You were in a unique situation.”
“Why won’t they? It’s just a leg,” I replied.
“Yes, but . . . it’s just that some people might judge you for it. Not include you.”
“Oh,” I mumbled, looking down. I didn’t hate my leg. Not at all. Why did people judge something about me I couldn’t change?
“Do you understand what I’m telling you?” Cassie asked, looking nervous.
“Sort of. So . . . people could leave me out? On purpose?” I questioned.
“Unfortunately.” Cassie offered me another sad look. “But I love you. And so does Kora.”
“I know. It’s just hurtful that people would hate what I can’t change.”
“But you’ll still find people that can love and accept all parts of you,” Cassie added. “Just like Kora and me.”
“Will it ever get better? Like, will people ever understand fully?”
“It will. It might take time, but it will improve. In the meantime, focus on those who do understand. It isn’t any of your fault that some may try to keep you out. Not at all.”
“I know,” I said, continuing to stare down.
“Hey, prove them all wrong. Show them how amazing, smart, funny, and incredible you are.”
27 Mar 2024, 00:51
Sage Willows
27 Mar 2024, 00:52
Sage Willows
27 Mar 2024, 00:54
Sage Willows
Prompt: Destiny Artform: Writing
Made using: wrote on Google Doc
Explanation: I wrote of Sage narrating her confusion about her future and her destiny!
Some destinies are clear. Lucky them. Mine’s more drawn out, more undetermined. What lies ahead? A journey? An end? Or a new starting line? When I started running, I thought running would be my future. My destiny. But I couldn’t make a future off of that, something that could end with injury. But . . . what did that mean there was left for me to do? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know if I’d ever figure it out. There was so much to explore that it was almost overwhelming, like I was drowning in a sea of opportunities and I didn’t know which to pick. There was writing, I guess. That was an option. There was a possibility of Herbology, if I enjoyed it. But I didn’t know. There was an overwhelming sense I was running out of time. Wasn’t there something for me to do in this world? Or was I meant to just sit out my days thinking of what could have been?
No, no. I wouldn’t do that, certainly. I’d have to find a path eventually, no matter how many forks in the road. Everyone had to find what they loved to do sometime, right? There was no reason why I shouldn’t follow that path. It didn’t matter how long it took for me to find it, I’d find it eventually and then all would be well.
Sometimes it just takes time.
Made using: wrote on Google Doc
Explanation: I wrote of Sage narrating her confusion about her future and her destiny!
Some destinies are clear. Lucky them. Mine’s more drawn out, more undetermined. What lies ahead? A journey? An end? Or a new starting line? When I started running, I thought running would be my future. My destiny. But I couldn’t make a future off of that, something that could end with injury. But . . . what did that mean there was left for me to do? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know if I’d ever figure it out. There was so much to explore that it was almost overwhelming, like I was drowning in a sea of opportunities and I didn’t know which to pick. There was writing, I guess. That was an option. There was a possibility of Herbology, if I enjoyed it. But I didn’t know. There was an overwhelming sense I was running out of time. Wasn’t there something for me to do in this world? Or was I meant to just sit out my days thinking of what could have been?
No, no. I wouldn’t do that, certainly. I’d have to find a path eventually, no matter how many forks in the road. Everyone had to find what they loved to do sometime, right? There was no reason why I shouldn’t follow that path. It didn’t matter how long it took for me to find it, I’d find it eventually and then all would be well.
Sometimes it just takes time.
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27 Mar 2024, 00:55
Sage Willows
Prompt: superhero
artform: writing
made using: written on google docs
explanation: sage talking about how she views her mom as a superhero
“Sage?” Kora called me. “Who's your favorite superhero?”
“Superhero? What, like Superman?” I laughed.
“Yeah. I have to draw a superhero, and I want to know your opinion,” Kora explained.
Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure. I wasn’t big into superheroes. They simply did not exist to me.
“They’re fiction, Kor,” I replied curtly. “They don’t exist.”
I felt bad as Kora’s face slipped down into sadness. “Oh. Okay,” she mumbled, walking away.
In truth, there was really only one superhero I believed in, but she was long gone. It had been nearly a decade, but I still viewed my mum the same way I had when I was young. She saved me, just like a superhero would have done. She risked her life to protect me, even when she probably knew one of us wouldn't survive.
My mum vanished from my life, almost like she never really existed. The old house was wiped of her existence. Magic and fiction became pure lies. What she would have wanted never happened until Cassie came into my life.
I didn’t believe superheroes were real, not at all. But if I had to choose one, it would be my mum who sacrificed herself for me. She was a hero for that. A savior. Just like a superhero, my mum wanted the greater good. She wanted peace and happiness. Like a superhero, she didn’t rest if there was danger. She put her family first, her fatal flaw in the end.
I looked outside at the sunshine beating down on the trees and smiled softly. “I miss you, Mum,” I whispered. “Thanks for being my superhero.”
artform: writing
made using: written on google docs
explanation: sage talking about how she views her mom as a superhero
“Sage?” Kora called me. “Who's your favorite superhero?”
“Superhero? What, like Superman?” I laughed.
“Yeah. I have to draw a superhero, and I want to know your opinion,” Kora explained.
Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure. I wasn’t big into superheroes. They simply did not exist to me.
“They’re fiction, Kor,” I replied curtly. “They don’t exist.”
I felt bad as Kora’s face slipped down into sadness. “Oh. Okay,” she mumbled, walking away.
In truth, there was really only one superhero I believed in, but she was long gone. It had been nearly a decade, but I still viewed my mum the same way I had when I was young. She saved me, just like a superhero would have done. She risked her life to protect me, even when she probably knew one of us wouldn't survive.
My mum vanished from my life, almost like she never really existed. The old house was wiped of her existence. Magic and fiction became pure lies. What she would have wanted never happened until Cassie came into my life.
I didn’t believe superheroes were real, not at all. But if I had to choose one, it would be my mum who sacrificed herself for me. She was a hero for that. A savior. Just like a superhero, my mum wanted the greater good. She wanted peace and happiness. Like a superhero, she didn’t rest if there was danger. She put her family first, her fatal flaw in the end.
I looked outside at the sunshine beating down on the trees and smiled softly. “I miss you, Mum,” I whispered. “Thanks for being my superhero.”
Last edited by Sage Willows on 28 Mar 2024, 16:22, edited 1 time in total.
27 Mar 2024, 01:04
Sage Willows
Prompt: IC Family Artform: Writing
Made using: wrote on Google Doc
Explanation: Sage is describing her family!
In short, Sage’s family was a bit different from what one might expect. She grew up with a perfectly normal life with her mum, a witch, and dad. When Sage was two, that changed. Her mum, Autumn, was killed in a car crash that resulted in Sage having her leg amputated above the knee. Her father, a muggle, worked hard to eliminate all things magical from Sage’s life per how he was raised. He couldn’t seem to look back on those moments with his late wife. A few years after Sage’s mother’s death, her father met a widowed woman named Cassie. When Sage was around seven, her father married Cassie. After the wedding, Cassie and her daughter Kora came to live with the Willows. Things changed again after Sage had her first instance of magic. Cassie, who turned out to also be a witch, was able to help Sage until her father found out. Cassie, Kora, and Sage left for Kent after Sage’s dad’s discovery of Cassie and Sage being witches. Once the girls arrived in Kent, Sage embraced Cassie and Kora as her true family. Sage doesn’t remember much about her mother, but she tries. She gets along very poorly with her father and tries not to interact with him. She loves her step-sister very dearly and always refers to her simply as her sister, no step. As far as Kora’s concerned, Sage views her as her blood sister. Like Sage’s thoughts of Kora, she loves Cassie as if she were her birth mother. While she’ll always love her late mother, Cassie has helped her in aspects she didn’t think she could be helped.
Made using: wrote on Google Doc
Explanation: Sage is describing her family!
In short, Sage’s family was a bit different from what one might expect. She grew up with a perfectly normal life with her mum, a witch, and dad. When Sage was two, that changed. Her mum, Autumn, was killed in a car crash that resulted in Sage having her leg amputated above the knee. Her father, a muggle, worked hard to eliminate all things magical from Sage’s life per how he was raised. He couldn’t seem to look back on those moments with his late wife. A few years after Sage’s mother’s death, her father met a widowed woman named Cassie. When Sage was around seven, her father married Cassie. After the wedding, Cassie and her daughter Kora came to live with the Willows. Things changed again after Sage had her first instance of magic. Cassie, who turned out to also be a witch, was able to help Sage until her father found out. Cassie, Kora, and Sage left for Kent after Sage’s dad’s discovery of Cassie and Sage being witches. Once the girls arrived in Kent, Sage embraced Cassie and Kora as her true family. Sage doesn’t remember much about her mother, but she tries. She gets along very poorly with her father and tries not to interact with him. She loves her step-sister very dearly and always refers to her simply as her sister, no step. As far as Kora’s concerned, Sage views her as her blood sister. Like Sage’s thoughts of Kora, she loves Cassie as if she were her birth mother. While she’ll always love her late mother, Cassie has helped her in aspects she didn’t think she could be helped.
27 Mar 2024, 01:04
Sage Willows
Prompt: Arm Wrestle With a Squid
Artform: Writing
Made using: Google Docs
Explanation: Cassie tells a story to Sage and Kora about a man arm wrestling a squid
It was a dreadfully rainy day when Cassie asked Sage and Kora, “Do you girls want to hear a story?”
“Yes, please!” Kora squealed, rushing over to sit in front of Cassie in the living room.
“Now, this is a story I heard when I was younger quite a bit. Everyone called it ‘What Comes When You Arm Wrestle A Squid.’”
Sage wrinkled her nose, clearly confused. “Why would you arm wrestle a squid? That’s just silly.”
“Yes, but it happened,” Cassie urged her.
“Were you there?” Sage pressed, raising an eyebrow.
“Well… Just listen to the story.”
The kids were on the edge of their seats as Cassie began the story.
“Once, there was a man that lived in a village, but no one appreciated him. They’d laugh at him, call him mean things, and tell him he didn’t belong with them. One day, they decided if he was so different, he should move out if he couldn’t do anything important or interesting by sundown the next day,” Cassie started.
“But that isn’t nice!” Kora cried. “Why would they do that?”
“I know, Kor, but just keep listening. A squid that lived down in the ocean heard of the village’s plan to kick the man out, and he decided to intervene.
“The man searched left and right for something that would make him special, but he found nothing. So, on the morning he would be kicked out, the squid jumped out of the water and asked him to arm wrestle. He claimed if the man arm wrestled him, the squid and his four brothers would give him the respect of the ocean.”
“How could the squid walk? He doesn’t have legs!” Sage insisted.
“He grew human legs when he came out of the water.”
“Okay…,” Sage agreed tentatively.
“The man agreed to arm wrestle the squid, but everyone in the village didn’t believe he’d win. And guess what? He did.”
“How’d he win?” Sage asked, trying to break down all the details of the story. “Wouldn’t the squid win?”
“Well, sometimes if you work really hard, life will reward you,” Cassie replied, trying to teach the girls a lesson.
“With a squid?” Sage giggled.
“Yes,” Cassie said, a smile sliding across her face. “Life will reward you with a squid.”
Artform: Writing
Made using: Google Docs
Explanation: Cassie tells a story to Sage and Kora about a man arm wrestling a squid
It was a dreadfully rainy day when Cassie asked Sage and Kora, “Do you girls want to hear a story?”
“Yes, please!” Kora squealed, rushing over to sit in front of Cassie in the living room.
“Now, this is a story I heard when I was younger quite a bit. Everyone called it ‘What Comes When You Arm Wrestle A Squid.’”
Sage wrinkled her nose, clearly confused. “Why would you arm wrestle a squid? That’s just silly.”
“Yes, but it happened,” Cassie urged her.
“Were you there?” Sage pressed, raising an eyebrow.
“Well… Just listen to the story.”
The kids were on the edge of their seats as Cassie began the story.
“Once, there was a man that lived in a village, but no one appreciated him. They’d laugh at him, call him mean things, and tell him he didn’t belong with them. One day, they decided if he was so different, he should move out if he couldn’t do anything important or interesting by sundown the next day,” Cassie started.
“But that isn’t nice!” Kora cried. “Why would they do that?”
“I know, Kor, but just keep listening. A squid that lived down in the ocean heard of the village’s plan to kick the man out, and he decided to intervene.
“The man searched left and right for something that would make him special, but he found nothing. So, on the morning he would be kicked out, the squid jumped out of the water and asked him to arm wrestle. He claimed if the man arm wrestled him, the squid and his four brothers would give him the respect of the ocean.”
“How could the squid walk? He doesn’t have legs!” Sage insisted.
“He grew human legs when he came out of the water.”
“Okay…,” Sage agreed tentatively.
“The man agreed to arm wrestle the squid, but everyone in the village didn’t believe he’d win. And guess what? He did.”
“How’d he win?” Sage asked, trying to break down all the details of the story. “Wouldn’t the squid win?”
“Well, sometimes if you work really hard, life will reward you,” Cassie replied, trying to teach the girls a lesson.
“With a squid?” Sage giggled.
“Yes,” Cassie said, a smile sliding across her face. “Life will reward you with a squid.”
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27 Mar 2024, 01:05
Sage Willows
Prompt:Whomping Willow Dance
Artform: Writing
Made using: written on a google doc
Explanation: I wrote about the Whomping Willow as a dancer and talking about how no one notices its dance.
See its leaves, bending, twisting, graceful. See its limbs, stretching out as if to hold you. No one appreciates its beauty, all calling it a menace. But it still dances, stretching and bending left and right in such a pattern no one understands but it. Others steer clear of it, trying to avoid it. It hurts the willow, but it keeps dancing its secret rhythm no one knows but it.
“Stay away from the Whomping Willow!” Hogwarts students would cry. “It’s evil!”
The Whomping Willow would cower at that news, sad the children thought that. He wasn’t evil. He was just a dancer, and sometimes when he grabbed the children, he wanted to dance with them. To make them happy. But they always ran away.
Maybe one day someone will stay and dance, he thought. But no. With each year, more and more kids stayed away as the stories grew into larger webs of false rumors.
He is just a dancer, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone.
“It’ll hurt you! Stay away!” Rumors flooded his ears daily. Not welcome with the kids.
But… he didn’t want to hurt anyone. He just wanted to dance. Just wanted to be. Just wanted to do his dance.
See its leaves, bending, twisting, graceful. See its limbs, stretching out as if to hold you. No one appreciated its beauty but it.
Artform: Writing
Made using: written on a google doc
Explanation: I wrote about the Whomping Willow as a dancer and talking about how no one notices its dance.
See its leaves, bending, twisting, graceful. See its limbs, stretching out as if to hold you. No one appreciates its beauty, all calling it a menace. But it still dances, stretching and bending left and right in such a pattern no one understands but it. Others steer clear of it, trying to avoid it. It hurts the willow, but it keeps dancing its secret rhythm no one knows but it.
“Stay away from the Whomping Willow!” Hogwarts students would cry. “It’s evil!”
The Whomping Willow would cower at that news, sad the children thought that. He wasn’t evil. He was just a dancer, and sometimes when he grabbed the children, he wanted to dance with them. To make them happy. But they always ran away.
Maybe one day someone will stay and dance, he thought. But no. With each year, more and more kids stayed away as the stories grew into larger webs of false rumors.
He is just a dancer, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone.
“It’ll hurt you! Stay away!” Rumors flooded his ears daily. Not welcome with the kids.
But… he didn’t want to hurt anyone. He just wanted to dance. Just wanted to be. Just wanted to do his dance.
See its leaves, bending, twisting, graceful. See its limbs, stretching out as if to hold you. No one appreciated its beauty but it.
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27 Mar 2024, 01:05
Sage Willows
prompt: zonkos
artform: writing
made using: written on a google doc
explanation: Sage and Cassie go visit Zonkos!
The day after Cassie, Kora, and I finished buying my school supplies, Cassie took me to a shop called Zonkos, an interesting name for a shop, I thought.
“What’re we doing here?” I asked Cassie, looking around curiously.
“I loved this place when I was your age. I figured you’d appreciate it, too,” Cassie explained with a mischievous grin.
“What is it?”
“Welcome to Zonkos Joke Shop, Sage,” Cassie said as we walked through the doors of the shop.
I gasped as I took in all the small details of the shop. It was undeniably unique and unassailable to the fact it was different from any other shop I’d seen before. Sure, magical shops were astoundingly different and unique from the muggle shops I was used to, but Zonkos took the cake.
“I thought you might like to buy some trinkets,” Cassie explained as I looked around the shop.
“Can I?” I squealed?”
Cassie smiled and ran her hand over a shelf. “Of course you can!”
I wasn’t sure where to start looking. There was so much to explore and so much to try out. “What do you recommend?” I asked Cassie, unsure what I was supposed to start with.
“Come, Sage. There’s plenty for me to show you and teach you about Zonkos.”
I smiled and followed after her, giggling at every small joke and every immaculate detail of the shop.
I was in joke shop heaven.
artform: writing
made using: written on a google doc
explanation: Sage and Cassie go visit Zonkos!
The day after Cassie, Kora, and I finished buying my school supplies, Cassie took me to a shop called Zonkos, an interesting name for a shop, I thought.
“What’re we doing here?” I asked Cassie, looking around curiously.
“I loved this place when I was your age. I figured you’d appreciate it, too,” Cassie explained with a mischievous grin.
“What is it?”
“Welcome to Zonkos Joke Shop, Sage,” Cassie said as we walked through the doors of the shop.
I gasped as I took in all the small details of the shop. It was undeniably unique and unassailable to the fact it was different from any other shop I’d seen before. Sure, magical shops were astoundingly different and unique from the muggle shops I was used to, but Zonkos took the cake.
“I thought you might like to buy some trinkets,” Cassie explained as I looked around the shop.
“Can I?” I squealed?”
Cassie smiled and ran her hand over a shelf. “Of course you can!”
I wasn’t sure where to start looking. There was so much to explore and so much to try out. “What do you recommend?” I asked Cassie, unsure what I was supposed to start with.
“Come, Sage. There’s plenty for me to show you and teach you about Zonkos.”
I smiled and followed after her, giggling at every small joke and every immaculate detail of the shop.
I was in joke shop heaven.
Last edited by Sage Willows on 28 Mar 2024, 16:26, edited 1 time in total.