Okay, okay, I did the weekly!
total word count: +2574 words

Some word counts given may not be exact, because I edited right on the spot-but it's kind of general, so hopefully you like it?
Apparently this was written when the curator tab disappeared and messages weren't working.


*a bit tired from editing this so much, but I have to.* In actuality, this happened in September, NOT July-August.

Facts: this is actually a true story that happened to me irl (when I was eleven) BUT I edited a ton of stuff. For example, I didn't actually get amnesia, but I took inspiration from @-elephant to add that.

Sorry the title is so boring, I'm feeling uncreative.

References:
abrasion (noun) a scraped spot or area; the result of rubbing or abrading


It took me literally all day to write (actually 1 1/2 days…)
Edit: I added stuff now.
Edit edit: this was fun to write!

Here's the proof for the planning. https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/554444117/

Amnesia
By @softlysinging


Part 1: 365 words

The fateful day I fell down and got amnesia was probably one of the worst days in my life. Either way, it led me to this very sad day. The momentous day where I fell down…and forgot everything in my life. It was when I was eleven years old. I hadn’t eaten dinner the night before, which made me extremely hungry as I was about to go to bed. I had a stomachache shortly after. It wasn’t a wise idea to stand up and go to the bathroom, but that’s what I did. I unsteadily walked to the bathroom, and then sat down and went to the bathroom, and then…I may or may not have made it to the sink. I didn’t. I fainted, hit my chin on the ground, and everything went black.

The first thing I heard was a high-pitched scream. It sounded exactly like one. Because I was laying on the ground, collapsed and fallen. Blood was everywhere, and finally I got up. “No, no no!” A shadow/silhouette of a person opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, where I proceeded to get up, slowly.
She held me by the arms and walked me out the door, and I slept on the couch for about three hours.

I woke up in a daze and asked, in my mind, “Where am I?” “Who am I?” I didn’t know where I was…or who I was. “What’s my name?” I mumbled in my head.
I tried to remember, tried to remember, but I couldn’t. It was like I was forgetting something, something I couldn’t quite reach.
Somebody else stumbled into the room, and I asked, “Wait, who are you?”
The figure of a person whispered…”Your name is Grace.” She exited the room quickly, not wanting to cause me any more trauma or pain that I was going through. The doctor said I had an abrasion on my chin, after all. It was scabbing up slowly and bleeding.

What do we do now?

Find out more about our life
Attempt to get more rest
I picked option number one. I really wanted to find out more about my life, of course!

Part 2: 517 words

You were trying to get there, trying to get out, and I gasped, my lungs almost out of breath. Okay, you were ready. Ready to find out more about your life. You stopped at a halt, inquisitively asking your sister, “So what kind of person am I?”
She paused, hesitated, and then told me. “You are a nice, nice person, really. I mean, it was bad that you fell and can’t remember anything…you’re nice, though. Trust me. And you’re good at art.” You walk around, confused about life. You rest on the couch, take a nap, and rest as it continues to heal, but you were shocked at how you could have been such a good artist. Your mom walks by and plays some music, and it swirls around you, as you close your eyes. “I can be brave.” you think, and despite the tragic fall, you know you can be better, you can get up again. The bold music continues playing, and you close your eyes to take a nap. It’s been a tiring day, you deserve to sleep.

The next day, you wake up and although your injury isn’t healed, of course, you’re better rested and ready for whatever challenges meet you today. You look at yourself in the mirror and examine the damage. It looks bad. Blood is encrusted the chin.
You wonder what kind of person you are. Well, now you know your name is Grace, at least. You shake your head from this extremely horrible, terrifying scene. You wonder how exactly you got like this, because you don’t remember.
What happened? You think inside your mind. Whatever happened, you don’t remember, and it’s useless-and pointless, to keep trying. Your mind is like a blank slate-wiped clean of all memories.
You lie down inside your bed and listen to the music that’s playing. Your conscious tells you that your effort is the best, and that you should actually be trying harder, because you just fell and shouldn’t be lying in a bed for hours on end, but the other part of you is telling you you should rest. The music tells you to be brave, to get up, and to be stronger. You are stronger than you think, after all. The music plays brightly, and you realize…You are better.
You’re better than your worst enemy.
The song is about being brave, and you realize after your terrible fall (your mom explains to you that you fell and hit your head on the bathroom tile. You can’t remember anything now, and unfortunately suffered a terrible abrasion on your chin.)
You nod slowly and plug the charger back in. It’s time to be a new person. Not one that falls down. Not the Grace everybody knew before, but a different person. You liked art before..but maybe that could all change. Maybe you could officially be someone different. See things from a different viewpoint.

You listen to the music and eat snack (it was crackers) slowly, trying not to drop it. You couldn’t believe you had forgotten everything. You even forgot your existence.



Part 2, Option 2

I attempted to get some more rest. After all, I was doing horribly, and my face was busted up. I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep. All I saw was the back of my eyelids (some people claimed that when they went to sleep they saw other things, but really all I saw was darkness.) The bandaid/white gauze was on my chin, and falling asleep amongst the talking of many people. The world really was crazy, I thought as I fell asleep. It really was.

I jolted wide awake, the next morning. The sun was rising amongst the horizon, and many people were rushing around. This time, I didn't do much except lie in bed and watch the world evolve. I sighed and laid back, resting my feet. This would be a wonderful day. For lunch, I had a pretty light lunch, it was only soup with not that much stuff in it. (at least nothing that I was allergic to, and no harmful things were jumping out at me, so I was assuming that I was okay.)

I went to sleep, and took a nap the whole afternoon. It felt good, to rest and recharge after the tragic fall I'd taken, and even though I wasn't learning more about myself, I was recovering, and helping my body rest. And that's what mattered.

You would get amnesia, fall, and never remember anything about your life? You were so…naive! So immature. Maybe it wasn't that smart to do things like this. Maybe it wasn't smart to fall. You were trying to do your best, sure, but you also had other responsibilities as well. You shouldn't have done that after all. You sighed and looked in the mirror at your new self again.

Maybe it was time for a change. School was starting, and that meant that we would change, right?
You were so excited for school to start because it was summer and although you enjoyed the break, you wanted it to be over with.

You waited for the perfect moment. You had your first-day-of school outfit planned perfectly in your head already.


Two weeks later…
It would be a cute, plaid dress with shoes, (platformer like, and black.) You would have a bracelet, and although you knew all the girls wouldn't coo over you, you didn't know what to expect anyways. You used a curling iron to curl your hair. Nervous but also excited, you stepped into the building. You could hear the chatter of people, talking and laughing. The sea of kids was overwhelming, and you could feel the stares of people amongst you, as you walked down the hallways and grabbed your books. Okay, you just have to get to class. That's all. Get to class. The home room bell rang, and that was the signal for everybody to go.


Part #2 option 1
Your mom asks you what's wrong. What do you do?
Say nothing's wrong. Tell the truth.

You ultimately decide to tell the truth, and spill the beans to her. You confess that you actually did do something wrong. It was terrible of you to do so, and a horrible crime to commit, yes, bu you did it. “Thank you for telling me.” she whispered. “You're welcome.” She patted my back.


You shake her off, and defensively say, “Oh, Mom, nothing's wrong.” “Really?” she asks. “Yes.” You put your hand on your hip. This was getting rather annoying. Why couldn't grownups be more trusting? “I don't have anything to hide. ”Alright then…“ she looks dubious, but then looks away. ”I'll just be here, I guess."






Part 3: 917 words (a bit below word count, does that matter or do I have to write more…

The options I could have chosen:
Rest
Not recover and try to do so many things at once
Become a new person
Forget my whole life
I picked option number three, which seemed pretty logical to me.


Task 3: Examining the story

So, the planning I did for my story, the first setting at the very beginning was in the bathroom, of course. you would hit your head on the tiles.
Character:
Grace (no last name)
about 11 years old
falls in the middle of the night and gets amnesia, terrible abrasion.
Doesn't remember anything about her life.
Likes: Art,(specifying: still life and realistic art. She spends a lot of time on her art, hours and hours on end.) and also playing with her siblings. She loves playing catch, and swimming. She also likes singing.
Dislikes: People touching her, bugs, and fear of cramped places.
Siblings: Know everything about her and attempt to fix her life and her memory because she doesn't remember any of it, they also try to have fun with her, because that's what good siblings do.

The second thing that happens in the story is that she rests. This is good, because she's resting after her terrible fall. That's exactly what I would do after fainting. She naps on her bed, and on the couch, takes things pretty lightly for the next couple of days.

Third: One of the options, she doesn't take things seriously, and plays with her siblings a little too hard. This wears off on her because her chin ends up falling open and blood drips out, causing yet another tragic fall.

Another one of the options says that she doesn't ask for help, and instead walks around clueless, forgetting everything. This is
a) bad, because she should trust the people she loves the most.
b) she should be careful after her injury.
c) it's bad to bottle up your feelings after such a strong happening.


Part 2 Option 1:
This is the smartest decision in the whole story, and one that I would definitely take if I got amnesia. It's to find out more about your past life. She asks her mom, the closest one in her family to her, for help, that's much needed in her personal life, and finds out more about her life and herself in the process.


Part 2 Option 2:

She goes to school after falling down, but is a bit nervous because of all of the people. They might stare at her and laugh. But she knows that she's going to be okay.







ending #1:

I took a deep breath. Now it was time for me to be a new person. I was quite firm in my decision. I wanted to be a new, better person, one who didn't fall down different places. My mom was so worried about me now, and I couldn’t even blame her. I mean, her daughter had just fallen down and hit the bathroom floor! She warned me never to do that again (and I wouldn’t, of course.) I ate so much the next few days. I ate bowlfuls of soup, spaghetti, and even mushrooms and cheese! I ate so much that I was thinking, slowly, in my head, that I was going to get full.

I ended up having a stomachache at the end. Although I still couldn’t remember anything-anything! About life, and about everything just in general. My memory was starting to come back…slowly, but surely. I couldn’t remember stuff about my old life, but the point was that I could rebuild my life. I could start over.

Okay, who was going to be the “new” me? I contemplated this for a second. Somebody who made friends, somebody who wouldn’t make embarrassing mistakes like fall into the bathroom floor in the dead of night.

I wanted to just become a new person, not somebody who made bad mistakes and left a terrible legacy on the planet.

I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I looked okay, but my chin was still a bit red. I winced and grimaced. Maybe it would take a little while to recover from the fall, but everything would be okay. It would.

Overtime, I changed. I changed inside, from somebody who was pessimistic about the future, to somebody who was optimistic. I enjoyed playing outside, with my siblings. My memory continued to come back as we played catch together, and I found out who the true “Grace” was. We threw the ball back and forth, catching it with our bare hands.

And externally, I healed. My bruises on my face healed, and the blue-and-black bruises eventually faded and went away. I’m not at all proud of the incident, and not at all proud that I forgot everything in my life. To be honest, I’m still remembering things about my life before! My siblings always recount the day of the accident so that I don’t forget. I wiped my tears away and cried. (Or tried not to cry.) They detail it in great description, and although I can’t remember much of it (or at all, really) I try to stay hopeful. I tried to become a different person, view the world in a different perspective, see things in a new way. It never really worked, because my thoughts would always circle back to…that day I fell. It seemed drastic, but it was also a turning point in my life because after that, my life actually improved! Things really turned around for me after that, from learning dance, to singing, to even doing art! (I tried still lifes. They were kind of easy to draw, kind of not.)


The time I hit my head and fell is something to remember, for sure. It left a huge mark on the planet because I hadn’t ever done that before, and plus, it almost got me sent to the hospital, so there was that. I was just glad nobody had to dial 911.


But other than that, life kind of went on. It went at it’s normal speed. My sister came up to me one day and asked, “Grace, are you okay?” I was sitting, very still, on the veranda, looking out at the lake. I smiled back at her, watching the sun slowly set. “Yes, I think I am now,” and turned back to smile at her. She looped her arm around mine, and we walked out together. She was an amazing sister, so full of confidence and love, now that I thought about it. She was always helping other people and always thinking of others before herself.

She was just the best person/sister possible. I was literally in tears. Maybe it was her personality, maybe it was something about her that drew me in, but I would always, always, be forever grateful. I was so indebted to her. I sighed and laid my head back. My chin never hurt anymore, because life just went on like that, but sometimes, I would find myself just thinking about that day. What happened. I didn't forget entirely, and I was well informed about everything in life now (thanks to my sister and mom, who interfered and told me absolutely everything about my life.) It didn’t throb anymore, only slowly…but surely. Maybe it was going away, maybe it was something about life. Things that mattered in life. The really small things. It was true that I had forgotten almost everything in life. But it was the little things that count. Giving your best, giving your all, every day, not giving up (even after a tragic fall in a bathroom) is what mattered. Being brave and getting up again was something to say. It was something to be proud of, it was something I would never, ever forget.
Immeasurable. Unattainable, unmistakable…and remarkable.

It was a hard blow, and I sometimes still felt the pain. But the point was that I was brave, and got up from the darkness. I would forever be…Grace. The one and only, true to myself. Forever til eternity and beyond.

Finish the story, no going back anywhere for this ending.


Ending #2:

I wanted to rest, and to recuperate while my insides healed. It was an abrasion, after all! Not something to laugh frivolously about.
I slept for about five entire hours. It was surprising that I wasn't knocked out already. I went to sleep, dreaming of the terrible night I fell, and the sweet sweet music that was playing. My bones were exhausted and tired from the long, long time, but inside I knew that I was gong to be okay. They felt utterly tired, utterly exhausted, after too much hard work and falling. I thought for a second, do I still remember everybody? I gazed around the room at all the people. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Their faces were unrecognizable in the summer heat. I laid my head back and went to sleep. All went black, and I knew that I would somehow recover from this fall. I had to, because I was brave enough to take a stand. But I was also brave enough to recover.

go back to Part #2, option #1


Ending #3

I tried to not recover, and instantly, despite the doctor's warnings, I wanted to go outside to play catch with my siblings. Not the best thing to do, and the moment I hit the ball back and forth, I felt an increasing pain shoot up my chin. I gasped in dismay. It was my abrasion, and it was cutting open my chin again. Fresh blood spilled out. “Get Mama,” I told them urgently. I clutched my arm, hoping not to collapse and faint again. That would be so embarrassing. But it was agonizing, the pain was swelling up.

if (answer)then

say go back to Part #2, option #2 for (2) secs
end

Ending #4:

I was kind of confused. Who was I? I didn't know, and I walked around hazily, without any purpose or knowledge whatsoever. I was dazed, and I tried to get up, tried to get up again, but it wasn't working. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't asked for help. People always say it's not good to bottle up your feelings, and I was starting to understand why. I should have reached out for help! I should have asked somebody…for help in general. I whispered, “Who am I?” These thoughts circulated around and around my head, and it never stopped. I didn't know what my name was, or where I even came from! I didn't know of my existence. Amnesia had really made me forget who I was, I guess?

This was truly terrifying. I didn't know who I was. I stood. Alright, I had to go now. Even if I didn't remember who exactly I was.

go to Part #2, option #1


From ^above, (after reading part 2, option 1) Ending 4, go to part #3, ending 1.

Aaah I wish I had enough screen time to do the weekly on a device, instead mine takes me the whole week unless I’m really motivated which only happened last weekly, I have to hardwrite all of my dailies and weeklies. D:

(deleted) (accidentally clicked “quote” when trying to write the rest of the weekly, I guess I'll just have to use this for my daily-I'll go outside, but right now it's morning and really cold outside I'm going to wait for the afternoon.)


Daily 7/20
+349 words
didn't actually go outside, sorry, but I looked outside, if that counts.


It was pouring outside, and the wind was blowing furiously in my ear. I took off my earmuffs and coat, and drank hot cocoa, cupping it in my hands and sipping it. The raindrops fell, dripping all around me. It was really gloomy outside, and the clouds were blowing all around me. They flashed across the sky, and as the drops drizzled everywhere, lightning flashed across the sky. It zigzagged across and down, and I gasped. “Run!” I told my sister. “We don’t have time!” She panted heavily, and sat down. I checked my watch. She was right. We didn’t have time (we only had about thirty minutes. Hm. That was a little disturbing to hear.)
The wind continued to blow, and lampposts flickered and went out. I breathed more heavily and sat down. “Maybe-we should stop running?” I suggested. “I’m-kind of tired.” I was. Sweat was dripping down my face, and I was having trouble breathing in and out.

The rain continued dripping down, and it was pouring heavily from the sky. All of the sudden, I looked up and gasped. There was actual HAIL! Not just rain, but also hail. This was an exciting day. Rain, hail..
The hail hit the window, and it bounced off and hit the ground, dissolving slowly. It turned into dripped water and fell, slowly, and fell. It fell so hard that it sounded sort of like hard water. But I knew in my heart that it was hail. Hail looks sort of like snow, close up, but it doesn’t when you see it.

The sun peeked out of the clouds, and it finally cleared up. The rain stopped, and the sun started to shine. Finally! Everything would be back to normal. I drank the last of my hot cocoa and put it down. Time for me to start my day! I stretched and walked outside. It was really time for me to get started, started on my life, and started on my new legacy. The rain was done. That meant that there would be new hope. New everything…for the future.

Jumbo- wrote:

Aaah I wish I had enough screen time to do the weekly on a device, instead mine takes me the whole week unless I’m really motivated which only happened last weekly, I have to hardwrite all of my dailies and weeklies. D:

I was really excited when it came out, which is why I started doing it right away

(and ik. My mental health is really weird lately,) and thanks for being concerned about my screen time, I'll decrease it after SWC, to two hours, and I was planning on leaving anyway.

7/21 daily
+783 words
surprise element comes at the end

My name is Isabella, and I always knew that I was better off than most girls. Because I was rich, and my parents had a lot of money. Actually, millions of dollars. I lived in a mansion, and it was full of treasures, things to behold. It was always empty, though, and nobody was in it. It smelled suspiciously like an empty cave. I sniffed at the air.
Wow. That wasn’t good. Maybe something was burning? That really wouldn’t be good. Wait. I contemplated this. My butler, who was haughty, wore a black suit and was all dressed up formally, was standing at the door. He blew a cigarette and puffed it. “Ugh!” I told him firmly. “Did you not know that cigarettes are not allowed in closed spaces? You can’t smoke or vape!” He shrugged, and then threw it away. I snatched it out of his hands and then threw it into the garbage. “There. That’ll teach you a lesson.” He cleaned the floor, mopped everything up, but of course his breath still smelled terribly bad. It stunk like the smoke and moss. He swept, the dust going away. Phew! At least the floor was sparkling clean now. He dipped the mop into the bucket, and the water swished as he mopped. I slunk out the door. Time for me to go do something else. I shut the door, and it let out a loud, extremely loud slam behind me. It rang hard in my ears, and I winced. That was bad. An ominous feeling settled over me. Very, very bad. I opened the door, and walked into the bedroom. It was clean, with a nice bed and everything! It was complete with sheets, and even drapery. Doilies and flowers surrounded the living area, and the leaves curled inward. They were all different colors; some were purple, some were lilac, and some were light blue. The stems were pointed up and they never stopped drooping. One of the flowers were magnolias, and that was my favorite flower.

I glanced at the wall. The wallpaper wasn’t exactly bad. But it wasn’t great, either. Ignored for many years, it sat there, outdated and isolated. That was terrible.
The floral wallprint was really-I shook my head. Terrible. At least the silk bedsheets were an okay standard. I sat down carefully on the bed, and smoothed out the sheets. They were grey with no specific pattern to them, but at least they helped keep me warm throughout the winter.
I gazed outside the window. The weather was quite nice, actually, now that I examined it more carefully. In the background, I could hear the butler vacuuming the hallway, and running up and down the stairway.

“Oh, no!” I gasped. Something was fast approaching. It was a flash flood. Our whole castle was going to get flooded in a matter of minutes! This was bad. Really, really bad. I bit my lip and went through the safety precautions in my head.
-lifeboat
-swim
-safe house
-emergency supplies.

The water came rushing towards us. We had a matter of minutes. It was gushing, in waves and waves. This was terrible. I ran as fast as I could, almost tripping over my feet, to the hallway, where I found the butler, looking ashen in the face. “WE HAVE TO GO.” I told him, picking him up by the arms and dragging him to the safe house. I dragged him up two flights of stairs, and to my bedroom, where I proceeded to unlock the door to the safe house.

There’s a reason why they call it “safe house.” it’s because it’s secret. I did have the key to it, and I quickly unfastened the key from my neck. My mother had given it to me when I was ten…and I might never ever see her again. (and I might not be alive, but I was trying to think on my feet right now.)

I unlocked it, and the door fell open, revealing a black hole. “Get in,” I told him urgently. “What about you?” “That doesn’t matter right now.”
He nodded and stumbled inside, and I closed the door. I knew I’d die by the crashing waves, because I had locked the door, and that was my only chance of survival, but this wasn’t a bad way to die, really. I had sacrificed my life for those I loved, and that’s what really mattered. The waves drew closer, and my lungs gasped hard for air, trying to get out. I spluttered and tried to get to the surface, but was immediately plunged under. The whole castle was drenched with the flood. And it’s then that everything went black. I was too late.

Daily 7/22

(Wasn’t this the theme of last session? jk no it was under the sea.)

+537 words
Adventures of Orange City cont.

I was walking through Orange City. Bill the Orange, aka the sheriff, tipped his hat at me. “Lovely day, isn’t it?” he drawled. “Why, yes, yes it is. And you as well, I presume?”
“Yes.” I pulled out a hay needle and twanged it. He had such a good country accent, although it was somewhat heavy. He flicked his badge. I was a mango, not an orange. Bill flourished in the winter months, whereas I, on the other hand, did better in the summer months. Mangos are known for being good with papayas. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself! (sorry, I’m really forgetful like that, people always tell me..)
My name is Analise, and I’m a mango. Not just any mango, though. Tropical mango! The ones from Hawaii are pretty good, and even the ones from Oahu. My skin is pretty soft most of the time, but that’s just because I don’t bask in the hot afternoon sun like most mangoes. I like to think that my complexion is pretty smooth, like yellow with a slight tinge of orange to it. I was about 7 years old, because I had arrived at the grocery store seven years ago. Endured by long years of hardship, people picking me up, then shaking their heads in dismay at what they found, putting me down. I got quite dirty from children. They always dropped me on the floor.

Okay, now, where were we? Ah, yes, back to the story. At this point, you’re probably wondering why I was talking to Bill. I had ended up here because one specific child, whose name was Primrose, picked me up and thoughtfully did not drop me. She brought me over to the countryside, and that was my home. I didn’t even have any dry/black spots any longer. A grin stretched across my face. This could possibly be the best day of my life.

So two years later, I met Bill, and here we are today! We’re actually friends, if you can believe that. I thought for sure that we wouldn’t be friends, because we’re so different, he’s an orange and I’m a mango, but nope! We’re friends. That fact really astonishes me sometimes.

Today:
Bill walked up to me. “Would you like some smoothies? I heard Maggie was preparing some at the bar for later tonight,”
I nodded, in exhilaration. “Of course!”
We walked down the dusty roads together, and I sat and drank the smoothie down whole. It only took me about five seconds. Behind the counter, Maggie smiled. “You must be the fastest smoothie/mango drinker around these parts!” I blushed with pride.
“Yeah, well..” at the end of it all, I smiled, watching Bill and I walk out together. He swung a yo-yo. (I have to admit that he was very good at that.) We watched the sun set, and nobody could ever be better than that than him.



I never predicted I would end up here, in the countryside. But it’s taught me so many lessons, about me, and helped me make new friends! That’s something irreplaceable, and something that I would never, ever forget.

THE END

First of all, sorry if this sounds teenagerish, it's because I'm a teenager.

7/23 daily
+430 words (I went over again, sorry, got immersed in the story.)
I got 20, and they read YA fiction, which is mostly this type of writing.


I swung my blade around, and hesitated at the steps. They were slippery and filled with murky water. I didn’t want to accidentally slip and fall, crack my head open! That would be truly terrifying.

Crack. The window split open. It sounded exactly like the whine of my car, when it was doing badly on a drive out. I pointed my ever-so-glinting blade out and stopped.
There was blood on the doorstep. Not that much blood, but a little bit. It looked horrifying, and I stepped carefully over it. I don’t think there was a dead body found in here, but if there was, I’d be ready. I sheathed my blade and surveyed the scene. Everything looked out of place and dismantled. Whoever did disrupt the peace in here wasn’t in here for long, though. They left no evidence that they were ever in here except for the bloodstains.
I shivered, knowing that there must have been an intruder who burst in here a couple of seconds ago. I examined the blood, hoping for some kind of trace back to the DNA. I crouched down. Looking further, I saw something weird. It wasn’t real blood at all! It was fake blood…meant to throw me off! It looked like ketchup stains, portrayed to act and look like real blood.

“Now you will fight me.” a disembodied voice said from behind me. I screamed. “Who are you?” I asked. The figure stepped out of the shadows. “We were born to this world. Starving for hunger. There isn’t any humans left in the world except us. We will have to fight.”
“But we don’t have to do this,” I backed away defiantly.
“Yes, we do.”
The clash of blades could be heard over the evening sun as we fought to our doom. Finally, the stranger sighed. “Alright, I give up. Surrender. You win.”
I smiled. Victory was as easy as pie.
“You’re bleeding,” I noticed suddenly. “Yeah,” the stranger weakly told me. “My name is Randa, and I’m the one who broke into your house. I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” I told her earnestly. “Let me just patch that up.” I wrapped a band-aid/gauze tape around it, and it started to seep into the wound. “There you go.” I stood up. “Now, can we please be friends, even if we’re the last humans on the planet?” She watched the dust go by, and the crying of the animals outside. Hesitatingly, she took my hand. “Alright.”

100th post!

7/25 daily
+603 words
(continuation of a story I did while word warring.)
Character from @TwirlStar (dystopian)


Moving part 2
I was moving. Mom had told me that I would be moving many months ago. But I really didn’t think that it would actually be happening. I had to move, and start my whole life over again. I stood in shock. My name is Dahlia, and I’m kind of shy for my age. But that’s because of my lack of friends. I frowned. I wished I did have more friends. It had been officially two weeks since they had put the “FOR SALE” sign in our driveway, and we hadn’t moved just yet, but we were about to, I could tell.
I flipped open to a new page in my blue notebook and started writing again.

Dear Diary,
I can’t tell if we’re moving or not, but you can kind of tell, the way that Mom acts recently. It’s making me really sad that some other girl will have to share my room sometime. We’re leaving on Saturday, and moving to our new address which is 4178 Turlop Lane. I don’t want to forget that, and you’re going to come with me! You will get to experience it all, diary.


Love, Dahlia

Saturday came faster than expected. Although I tried not to cry, it was hard, looking at the empty house that had nobody in it.

I cried, knowing that it was going to be somebody else’s house soon. This was unbearable for me, and I almost broke down. I pressed my fingers to the glass, and we drove away silently. We passed many areas, that were abandoned not too long ago, and I hugged my notebook to my chest.

Days on the road passed, and my mom stopped. “What do you want to eat?”
“There’s a fast food place,” I told her.
“Okay, McDonalds it is for now.”
We stopped and got takeout, and I ate it in about five minutes. We had thirty minutes until our destination.

9/27/19
Dear Diary,
I’m still so nervous. What if the kids at the new school don’t like me? I like them of course, but I shouldn’t be afraid.

-dalia

We had arrived. “Here we are!” My mom proclaimed, and opened the door. “The moving van should come in a couple of hours.”
The house was empty, of course, but the exterior looked okay. It was a normal two-story house and had good flowers outside, and a nice lawn.

I imagined what my friends would say. They wouldn’t laugh at me, I thought.

Maybe they wouldn’t. I flipped open my art notebook and drew the scenery of the house, from head to toe. This would be good for my art career! I was in 8th grade, and so far it was okay.
I wasn’t going back to school until we settled in here at our new location, though. It was quiet, here in our new town, which made me both pleased and happy at the same time.


I cried, though. I missed my friends too much. I missed their beautiful faces. I had known them ever since kindergarten. My mom said, “Well, there’s always email, or text!” but that wasn’t the same, it really wasn’t. And it was her fault for moving us two whole hours away. I wanted to blame her, but that wouldn’t be fair.

So I sat in my room, drawing.
The bed and mattress had come yesterday, and I flopped on it, sighing. I guess I’d just have to get adjusted to this new life. I didn’t want to be the new kid who got called on the very first day of school, though. That would be really upsetting.

7/26 daily

+466 words

(now off to do the weekly!)
Note: sorry if this is sort of spiritual, I've been thinking about religion lately.

“and close your eyes, your soul flies high, I’ll sing you ashen lullabies”
@Alocasia

“Hello?” my voice trilled down to a mere whisper. I hid in bed, and covered my face with the covers. “I don’t think they’re here anymore,” I hissed, and cried. I sobbed, my face in my hands, and my mom stood near the doorway, the lights flickering on. They flickered off again, and my mom walked next to me and simply sat down. She started to sing. “Rock a bye baby, on the tree top, when the bow breaks… and baby, baby and all!”
she smiled at me. (It was a baby song I had heard long ago, but it was still sweet, after all.)

It was also kind of creepy, though. I saw her silhouette shine in the moonlight, and in the background, she looked scary almost.

But that didn’t really matter much to me. She was still my mom. She rocked me close.
“Amo você, querida filha.” which meant “I love you, dear daughter,” in Portuguese. She held me close, and I think that meant that my mom really did love me. I sighed. I loved her too. She walked away, and smiled at me.

The moon was out, and I closed my eyes, trying to get some sleep. All of the sudden, I heard voices above me. Somebody was calling! I sat up straight in my bed. This was highly unusual.

I screwed my eyes shut again, but the harp noises continued to play, the sweet melodies drifting up amongst the sky.

I closed my eyes and when I woke up, I definitely wasn't in my bed anymore. I was somewhere in the sky, in the clouds.
I was shocked. Ten minutes ago, I was in my bed, a normal girl!
The angels were opening the gates, singing loudly, and playing the harp.
I felt like I was floating on some sort of cloud. Dust flew from my fingers, and I glanced down. They were some sort of sparks that were flying, and in my dazed mind, I supposed that they must have been magic.

I nodded off. I supposed that this whole trip must have been magic! Traveling here is something I never could have imagined or dreamed, but it did happen. It was surreal, it was something I could have never imagined possible.

The sweet music continues playing, and I floated all the way back down to earth, my soul taken with me, forever. It felt like eternity, but maybe it wasn’t. I woke up in my bed, my heart thudding. Had it all really been a dream? It felt so realistic! It had felt like I was really there! But I knew that maybe, some things were meant to be questionable. We could find out another time.

Someone tell me if this isn't valid, but I spent all day on it, so….


total word count: +2517
This was SO fun to write really!!

part 1 554 words
The fire burned bright and daunting, the embers died down low. The sparks flew up into the air, and the stars were twinkling. “Sing a campfire song!” I told my dad. He took out his guitar and started to play chords. “There is one that I used to play as a kid.” He strummed. “It was called…hmm, let’s see.”

We all laughed, and he tousled my sister’s hair. He put down the guitar and told her, “We have marshmallows if you’d like to go roast them.” She nodded and then ran off to go find the pack of jumbo marshmallows. She eventually came back and with a huge grin on her face, found them. “Aw, here they are. Okay, so here’s how you roast a marshmallow. You have to keep it extremely close to the fire, like so. See? The embers aren’t burning, but keep it to the center. Turn it every so often.”
She nodded her head slightly, and put it on the stick, turning it. “Alright, now it has to be the perfect color of golden brown.” “There you go! See? It’s nice and crisp!” He smiled, thrilled at how she was flourishing at her marshmallow roasting skills. She was doing a great job (although she was only about 7 years old.) Even at her young age, she still knew how to wield her stick properly. That was impressive. She stepped back and started to eat it. It melted and we sat back, watching the fire burn. It was still burning, and every so often the flames would dance in the moonlight. Sometimes it wouldn't burn and some people would have to throw bricks into the fire. I would have to lug all the firewood from the woods, and we threw it all into the fire. Crackling, it burned some more, still flaming with the heat. It was insanely hot, and got me thinking about heat lamps. Those were basically tower lamps that kept you warm during the winter. I sat in the camping chairs next to her, and we sat and watched the last of the embers fade away into the dark and endless midnight sky. The sparks died down, and we threw the last of the firewood in. “Alright, let’s get you to bed.” Giovanna honestly looked like she was about to fall over with exhaustion. Only seven and it was…I checked the time. About 9 pm. I extinguished the last of the fire. Good, it was officially out. The good news is that we had snapped a few pictures while the fire was burning, so that was good. I carried her to the tent. “Good night, Gio,” I whispered. “Daddy,” she hoarsely told me. “Yes?” “You did a great job today playing the guitar.” I smiled at her. She was so cute. “Thank you, honey. Now you really have to rest up and get some sleep. We’re going to have a busy day tomorrow.” She closed her eyes, and I closed the front flap, walking away. Time to start another day. I yawned. And time for me to also get some rest, too. An owl hooted. Yep, it was definitely time to go to sleep. “I’m going to head off to sleep,” I told everybody else. I looked up at the dark evening sky. “See you tomorrow?”
“Yep.”


part 2 869 words

(based off of Mia from Front Desk and also Rapunzel from Tangled)


“You can’t win if you don’t play.” That’s a line from the book, and I’m very brave myself. I mean, I helped save the motel! That should be something I am proud of. Two years later, and I still think that’s something to be proud of. We had officially gotten off the roller coaster, and we were saved! That was really good, and Lupe and her family were all happy as well. My letter must have saved everybody. I smiled, a huge smile stretching across my face.
The weeklies all gathered around me. It was my birthday again, and I was turning 12 this year. “Happy birthday, to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Mia…happy birthday to you!”
Just then, I spotted someone out of the corner of my eye. She had blond hair and a purple dress. When she spotted me, she looked nervous and unnerved, like she was about to leave, but I knew better. “Wait, hold on!” I yelped, and she gathered up all of her hair. (It was very long.)
“What’s your name?” I asked, panting as I caught up to her. “I’m Rapunzel,” she told me.
“Oh,”

It was my luck that I had to burst into a birthday party. Flynn and I had just gotten married, and he was now the prince (I was a princess.) My hair had grown back to it’s original state. I suppose I, too, have been brave in ways that I couldn’t have been imaginable. I mean, I was trapped in a tower for 17 whole years of my life! Unknowingly, my “mom” who actually turned out to be an evil mom and proceeded to try to cut off all my hair and use it for her own power, decided to try to kidnap Flynn. But I wouldn’t let her do that. And I definitely didn’t want to let her chase after us. So here I was, after the whole ordeal, and having survived this..
I smiled at the twelve year old standing in front of me. “So I’m assuming you are…”
“I’m Mia,” she filled in the blanks for me.
“Oh, that’s great!” I exclaimed.
“Do you have to go open more birthday presents, or can I stay and talk?”
“You can stay!” she told me. “And I’m glad to have made a new friend.” She handed me a lemonade cup. “Here, drink this!” I drank it.
“So where are you from?”
(I wanted to slap myself on the head for asking this, obviously she was Asian, but it was small talk, so I had to ask.)
“I’m from Asia, we immigrated five years ago.”
Silence for a couple of seconds, and then I asked,
“Do-do you ever miss your family back home?”
She glanced at me.
“Sometimes. How about you?”
I thought about it.
“I suppose I have endured the same amount as you. I moved into a new castle, and I was locked in a tower for the majority of my life.”
Her eyes widened. “Wow. You must be brave.”
“Not as brave as you. Now you must be waiting to open your presents?”
She went off, and balloons in all different colors flew up. Some were white, some were blue and some were green.



I’m not a natural ripper of birthday presents. I know some kids who will just go all in and rip all their presents, like Jason. I’m not that type of kid. I’m Mia. I ripped very carefully, making sure not to touch any of the edges along the way as I did so. “Done!” I pronounced, and pulled out the wrapping paper, tossing it aside. My mom and dad stood behind me. “What is it? Somebody better not have spent a fortune on it, ai-ya.”
It was writing supplies. I smiled gleefully at my mom. “See, Mom? I’m not a bike in English. I’m a car.” For the first time since we came back to America, I saw that she had tears in her eyes. “You are, you really are.”
“Now smile and say ‘eggplant!’”
I smiled that day on my 12th birthday, with Rapunzel watching me in the corner. I was so happy to have made a new friend (although she was older than me by a couple of years) and happy that she liked me! She even liked my personality! The cameras flashed.


After the party, Rapunzel told me, “I have to go.”
“Go where?” I asked worriedly. The weeklies had already left, to their own rooms. But I was slightly concerned about her. Why was she leaving? Her of all people! She was my first girl-friend ever!
She tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “I have to go leave with Flynn, and anyways, I have princess duties to attend to.”
“You understand, right, Mia?”
I hung my head. “Yes, I do.”
I really did, even though I didn’t want to. I walked her out the door and rang the buzzer. She walked out the door of the Calivista Motel, and the glass doors swung shut behind her.

I stood in the desk, just happy to be here, to check customers in! And I was glad to have met Rapunzel, of all people.


Part 3 1000 words


Part 3 (which I’m redoing rn) Katniss (from the Hunger Games) and Jasmine from Aladdin
It's two fandoms so don't get me wrong, I added a cliffhanger at the end, so now count this? (please)


side notes:
I haven’t read the Hunger Games in a while, so the facts might be wrong.
(the quotes, I mean.) Things I changed. I don’t like that Aladdin is just creepy at the end, so I tried to make it happier. (Dark Jafar and all…)



Katniss was a determined young girl. She always had been, ever since birth. She narrowed her eyes. This was the next Hunger Games, and she had to compete against some of the best fighters in the world. Not that she wasn’t scared. She was!
But she stood by the doorway, and as the wind blew in her ear, she was lost in the world. Prim stood next to her, her eyes widening. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Yeah, I’m about to go off on my mission.”
“Is it important?” Prim asked. Sometimes I forgot how young she was. She was only ten years old, which was kind of young, but still…
She looked up at me, her eyes portraying something like hope. “I want to be with you,” she begged. I looked sorrowfully at her. She was insanely cute, yes, but she couldn’t venture out with me. “I’m sorry, you can’t.”
“Why not?” she wailed. “You have to stay here and help with the house.” She sighed, a deep and long, long sigh, let it out in one breath, and exhaled. “Alright, I’ll stay here, then. Good luck,” She shut the door behind me.
“Bye!” she waved at me, sadly, tears dripping down her face. I couldn’t bear to face her anymore, but I was determined to face the future. I had to compete in the games. I hugged her tightly and left, my sword clutched tightly to my side. (I hadn’t been trained to use weapons, but I was presuming that they were dangerous?)
I left the next day, and seven other warriors were there, just as determined as I was. “Welcome to the 27th Hunger Games” the announcer stated. “All of you are here for a reason-to fight. You have been picked as a warrior, to fight for your family.”
“Ready? Go!”
We leaped into action, slicing through trees and past rivers. “Ow,” I gasped.
My leg was all the sudden hurt. “I can fix that for you,” a voice told me. I looked up.
It was a beautiful princess, she looked amazing. She had dangly earrings and they were gold. She also had a blue dress that was flowy. I was amazed at how she came up. “Uh…how did you get here, exactly?” I asked her, a little shocked at how she had just appeared out of thin air.
“Oh, I used this!” she told me. “This is my carpet. Say hello!”

“Hi!” I told the carpet. “Aladdin and I fly it around all the time. It’s been a lot of places.” I was impressed and astonished. “That’s good!” I told her.
“Also,” she handed me something. It looked like a lamp. “Make a wish.”
I hesitated. “Aren't those supposed to be cursed, though?”
“Yes, but now it’s enchanted! It has good magic only now.” she waited eagerly for me, and I wished.
“So my first wish would probably to be for there not to be any evil in the world, second for prim to be safe, and third to not have to ever compete in the Hunger Games and for my parents to come back.”
I looked at her, and the lamp glowed with magical sparks. “It doesn’t really work anymore,” she told me apologetically. “The magic got a little unstable from sitting in one place for too long.”
She set down the lamp, her earrings dangling. “And you, too, Raja,” she cooed and patted her tiger. He nuzzled her and snored in the sun. She rubbed his back. “So how did you decide to marry Aladdin?” I asked, curious about the backstory. I rubbed my ankle as I did so. “Oh.” she looked away, avoiding my gaze. “He actually wanted to marry me, not the other way around. My father wanted to find a lot of suitors. I went through a lot.” I felt only sympathy for her. That must have been hard. I could only imagine what it was like, to be forced to marry someone. But then again, in some countries people were being forced to marry when they were only 12 years old, which also wasn’t very fair at all. It was like child marriage.
“Did you guys journey very far?” I asked, trying not to pry.
“Oh, not at all. Although I presume it was a little hard with the lamp and all.”
“Where is the genie?” I asked, surprised that the genie and Aladdin both couldn’t make it. “Oh, they were both busy.” she told me casually. “But you know, they should be back sometime soon.”
Just then, sparks flew out of the lamp, twirling and swirling around. We both took a step back from where we were sitting and talking. “What’s happening?”
The sparks flew up and around me. “I DON’T THINK THIS IS NORMAL!” I shrieked, and immediately unsheathed my sword from behind me, dodging the light.
People watched as we did battle, my hand over my eyes. The sparks flew up and the lamp continued to glow. My heart was racing and it wouldn’t slow down. What if-what if I couldn’t make it out of this dystopian world? What if I was going to die? Don’t think about that. Instead, I focused on what mattered. I gritted my teeth and plunged forward, nailing the sword and the lamp. Jasmine watched me in awe. “How are you doing that?” she gazed at me. It seemed like an appropriate time for the genie to show up. This was just perfect. Really perfect. I didn’t know what would happen next, or why the lamp started glowing. But I do know that they rushed onto the scene. I saw the world through a haze, and the last thing that I remember thinking is-I hope Prim is okay back at home. The second thing(yeah, I had a second thing as well.) was that I hoped that nobody could ever find me. Darkness closed in on me, and I held the lamp to my fingertips.

Then I simply collapsed. The end.

7/27 daily
+448 words
(*sigh, I was lazy after doing the weekly, sorry)


Based off of “When the Sun Loves the Moon,” by Reinaeiry
I don’t know this song, and that was the whole point of the daily anyway.
Idk if this has curse words, or anything, but I suppose I’ll find out. I was just scrolling through comments.

so it turns out that it was actually a pretty song, so I was spot-onish


The sun shone outside and was brightening up the sky. It was bright and blinding. I stood in shock, my hands clasped to my face. “Who are you?” I gasped. “Oh, you’re…”
“You’re the moon!”
Moon smiled back. “Yes, I am. So glad you’re here.” the moon twinkled back at me, shining really bright for all the stars to see. “We’re practically twins!” I told the moon. “Yes, but we live in completely opposite places in the galaxy.”
“We do?” the moon asked me. The stars shone out in the sky, and I closed my eyes. “Yes, we do. The moon and the sun are miles and lightyears apart from each other. It would be impossible for them to reach each other. The sun smiled back. “But I love you just as you are, dear moon!”
“You’re the moon crater queen, right?”
“Yes, I am.” the moon smiled back at me and winked, as the stars shone. “Oh, look at that!” I told the sun. “What is it?”
“There’s a constellation out tonight. It’s called the Fenris Wolf.”
“Oh, really?”
The moon looked at me, astonished at all the tiny little lights. “I love you, dear moon. I shone like a thousand spotlights, my warmth enough to hug the entirety of the world.

“And I love you too, sun.”

They stood in alignment with each other, hanging over the city. This would be not one of the last times that we would ever see each other ever again, but I was glad anyways.

They hung over the city, and I (Sun) continued to glow and shine, for the whole world to see.
My sunspots were small, but I presume that they didn’t look that bad on me? I’m not entirely sure. I hugged the moon. “Are you okay over there?” I called, hoping she could hear me alright. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she told me back, and I knew in my heart that it would be fine.

I looked up at the many stars shining up at me, and knew in my heart that they would be as well. The stars blinked and twinkled at me, and I looked at the constellations and galaxies.
“Far, far away, somebody is out there,”
I whispered. “Somebody.”

We were only people on Planet Earth, but we could only hope to try. Just try. Try our best for now, and love each other the way we were.

I closed my eyes and hugged myself. Time really did fly by. Maybe it was because it was so fast.
I counted to three.

“Somewhere, some place, we will find the alignment of the stars.”


-the end.

This is a great piece of writing, and note that everything I say below are just suggestions to improve it. Thanks for letting me critique it <3


“Elisa rushed across the room, sprinting. She had twenty minutes til dinner time. ”
I love this as the beginning, because it really pulls you into the action. You don't have to include ‘sprinting’ at the end, because saying Elisa's rushing already implies that.

“ “Honey?” her mom asked, very concerned.
“We have to go,” she told her anxiously. “Well, what’s wrong?” ”
Instead of ‘anxiously’ or ‘very concerned’, you could describe their body language, or even say something like ‘There was a concerned tone in her mom’s voice she had only ever heard when happened.' Which could also show more of their personality/backstory.

“ I sat on the bathtub. “No, I’m fine,” I croaked miserably. To be honest, I didn’t want any of those. ” I love these sentences, but I'm a little confused because the POV changed abruptly. After reading through the piece, I'm pretty sure that it's switching POV from third person, Elisa's POV, and her mom's POV (right?) and you might want to make that more clear. (If that is the case.)

“She laughed. “I am most certainly not.” “Alright then, I’ll just hug myself.” I hugged myself in the bathroom, and then unsteadily walked out into the hallway.”
You might want to add a line break between them talking.

“ It’s basically a hazy memory for her. But I remember picking her up, and I remember her expression as we drove away.”
This is a great line! The pacing is great, and you added just the right amount of detail.

“My mom stood in the doorway and hesitated. “I have to tell you something.”
“What?”
“The truth is…you’re adopted.” ”
You could add a lot more description and imagery to this, which would help the flow and pace. You could also include some metaphors or personification here to make it stand out, since it's a big part of the story. Maybe something like “ ”What?“ I found myself holding my breath. I don't know why. The air went still and cold, waiting alongside me for my mother's answer.”

7/29 daily

3 days left, oh no, I'm going to miss SWC, but I always do write in my free time.

+432 words
Autonomous stuff is actually being thought of right now, so I'm not that far off. I also saw a robot one time in the airport. (2015 they started thinking about it.)

I was levitating. Now, on the ground, it was possible, seemingly impossible, for me to lift my feet off the ground. I watched my feet liftoff. Wow. This was utterly amazing. I couldn’t believe it. One hundred years ago, I never imagined I could lift off like this. Teleportation and cars driving automatically by themselves seemed like a fantasy, like a thing that would never ever happen.
But now it really did! I flew on a car, and it was driving me around. I gasped in utter disbelief. This seemed impossible, like a dream come true.


The car was driving itself around, and all of the sudden, I heard a robotic voice behind me. “How may I help you?” it asked, fluttering it’s eyelashes. The eyes were blue and glowing, unblinking.
I didn’t want to order the robot around, but I told it…”um, you can maybe take me to the riverside? It’s just over there.” I pointed. It was only a few feet away.
The robot solemnly nodded her head. (At least I think it was a her.)

She nodded and fetched the hovercraft for me. It buzzed for only a split second, and then went over to me, humming.

“Welcome, passenger.” I climbed aboard and sat on it, it whirred and we were teleported instantly to the river. The robot blinked her eyes at me. “Here you are!”
“Wait. I can’t just keep calling you ‘robot.’” I told her. “Do you have an actual name?”

She sighed. “Yes, I do, it’s Elisa.” She opened and closed her mouth. Robots had been formed pretty recently so that they had perpetual human-like traits, but I could never get used to it. They had the limbs and everything, but I had to remind myself that they weren’t actual humans, although they could mirror human emotions. And the robot cars weren’t actual cars, either.

I remembered back when I was only nine years old, back in 2020.
There were no robots. We were only thinking about them, thinking about making them a reality. And now, 100 years later, it was actually true. Some people thought that the legends were false, that we weren't actually “human” back then. And being robotic or teleporting was the only way now. I think that wasn't truly a way to success.

I didn’t think it was a possibility.
But the car HAD driven me, and the hovercraft had blinked at me, so that was something, right? I knew it had to be something. I never imagined this to be true when I was nine. It was like I was seeing the world from a whole new perspective.

But I really was levitating off of the ground, seeing the world through new eyes, and seeing myself finally in a new way, things that were different and finally put back together again.

I was finally whole.

7/30 daily
+657 words

I'll keep writing, no matter what, I promise.

Warning. I don’t actually know what you guys talk about, I just hope it’s not about me?


Chaos ensues as the SWC leaders debate. “We have to get the camper signups ready! Notify all the campers, they should do that as fast as humanly possible. But wait. There were about 1000 campers TO notify. That was…sigh.

“I’m so tired,” one leader complained. “I’m going to drink water now, hold on, guys, I’ll be back.” “It’s important to get sleep,” Alba says, kindly. “After all, life > SWC.”

“Hold on, let me notify the campers,” says a co. “We have to finish making our cabins first!”
Wait, let’s decide on our themes. “I personally think it should be summery. After all, it is summer!

“Okay. Now let’s do the description…”

The leader of non-fi sat back and updated the description.
“Well, this took all afternoon and into the night, so hopefully the campers will be very grateful?” she thought inside her head. Across the hall, other SWC leaders were doing the same thing with their cabins as well-updating the description and making beautiful thumbnails.
One was very gorgeous, it was Fantasy’s thumbnail. She couldn’t believe how stunning it looked.
“But we’re going to win this time.”
a dystopian co said gleefully. “Not if we get to you first,”
a mystery leader informed her.

They started bickering loudly, and Birdi, being the peacekeeper, stood on a chair. “You guys! Settle down. Anyways, it doesn’t really matter because we haven’t started yet,” she says calmly.

The first day of camp arrived, and everybody was flooding in, very excited about camp.
“Hi!!” greetings and salutations from everybody!
“We’re so excited to have you for our 13th session of SWC!”
“Hi, I’m Grace, that’s my online nickname, and this is my third session of SWC-”
Hi, it’s Violet from contemp, and this is my seventh session of SWC (wow.)”


The leaders and hosts started discussing. “This is the first day of camp, so we have to start adding points now.”
“Ready?”

They started working really hard and adding everything. Sweat dripped down the forehead of thriller’s co-leader. “Adding everything below.”
500 points for thriller, did the daily!!! +350 words

Camp went on like that for quite awhile.


The leaders/co-leaders couldn’t say that they were more than a little tired.
“Time for the writing competition!” the hosts announced. This was a thing that happened every SWC, and there were 5 places.
“Are we sure they’ll be able to complete it in time?”
“Yes, and if they don’t, then we can always give them an extension but not too much.”

“I’m finally done with the weekly!” one SWC leader screamed. “Really, how many words is it?”
“Around 2000.”
“Then it counts!”
She set down her stack of papers. “Phew, I thought for sure it wouldn’t, I was working my butt off.”
“self-counted, 4000 points to sci-fi!”

We were approaching the end of camp, and even though a few mishaps had happened, the leaders reminded themselves to stay strong although adding everything was hard sometimes.

Just then, somebody came and trashed the door of the SWC mansion.
“What is it you guys are eating?”
“Oh, it’s just mangoes, nothing special, really.”
“Just mangoes?”
“Hey, mangoes are good for your health! Vital and they have good vitamins as well!” I stood in defense against myself.
Okay, I got why the camper was confused. Plus, they were a first-time backup camper. We sucked on the mangoes, chewing on them. They really were sweet!
She then proceeded to drink orange juice to go with that. Ahh. So sweet. It felt like she was in a tropical land of sweetness. Or maybe Hawaii.


“Good night.” That was the night after, the night before SWC was set to end.
The leaders tearfully parted. “This was such a fun session, though!”
“Yes, it really was. Unforgettable.”
“Goodbye, I’ll really miss all of you guys and I’ll never forget you.”
“Bye…”