November 2021 SWC Writing Megathread

Hello and welcome to the official SWC writing thread! This thread is for any SWCers to share writing so we don’t all have to make our own writing threads (that's still allowed, but read this post before making your own writing thread!).

Please read through the first post of this thread whether or not you intend to post here, as it contains important information on sharing writing and the forums. Yes, it's long, but all of this information is important for you to know, because we share the forums with the rest of Scratch!

What you can put here:
Any writing you do during SWC (whether daily, weekly, word war, writing competition entry or just your own writing) can go in this thread! You can either make a new post per piece of writing, or make one post and edit your new writing into it.

Please try not to have conversations or chat here - you can post writing, give critique and discuss others' writing but if off topic conversations happen here, it's likely the topic will be deleted or closed by the scratch team. So try to avoid having off topic conversations here. <3

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Other Ways to Share Writing
It's not required to use this writing megathread to post your writing, but it is recommended. If you don’t want to use it, here are some other ways to share your writing:

You can make one forum topic for just your writing - put it in the "Things I'm Making and Creating" forum, and make only one topic for the whole of this SWC session. This means not creating a new topic for, say, your writing competition entry, and certainly not creating a new topic for each writing piece, as this is a nightmare for forum moderators and other people using the forums.

As of 11/11/21, all SWC threads now go in the Things I'm Making and Creating forum. Be aware that this has changed from past advice!


You can make a project, posting your writing in the description, as a comment inside, or using the text tool in costumes.

You can take a photo or screenshot of your writing and either put it inside a scratch project or upload it to cubeupload. You will need an account to use cubeupload, but it's a safe way to share images and the Scratch team allows it.

You can no longer use blankslate to share your writing. If you don't know what it is, it's a writing sharing program that we used to use frequently in SWC but is no longer allowed because of the potential to share private information as it is not moderated.

Do not attempt to bypass Scratch’s filter in order to share writing on sites that are not allowed. Not only are these sites banned for a reason, but you will get caught if you attempt to share links to them on Scratch.

Thanks everyone, and happy writing!

Okay, I have a question (not sure if I can put this here, if not sorry ^^)

I actually have one forum thread that I've been using for all my swc writing (every session I've been in), but I do also make new threads for special writing, or if I feel like it'll clog up the thread. Like last session, for that choose your adventure weekly, i made a separate thread for the actual choose your adventure story, and just linked it in the main thread. And if I were to enter the writing comp, that'd go in another thread as well. Am I still allowed to do that?

I am planning to make my own thread but where should I share the link to it so others can view and give feedback and so my leaders know how many words I have writen. just comment on my profile with the answer if possible

clause's swc megapost (nov 21)

11/1 suuuper casual writing for words because yes
SWC STARTED!!!!
I actually don’t know what precisely defines ‘healthy.’ I’m pretty sure it’s a subjective term that could be measured though scientific means, but alas I came up with only one idea.
Personally, I like summarizing things up in general terms.
Since I have no ideas on what to write (as I usually don’t), I’m going to look at the prompt database (good resource, you know?).
Say, so it’s a beautiful day at school today. The sun is rising, a symbol of the upcoming warmth of what would probably be lunch and recess. Unfortunately, class is boring, and so you look out of the window.
Yes, it’s exactly what you would expect to see out of the school window. The outside. The massive courtyard was easily visible from the viewpoint; occasionally, it surprises you.
You keep spacing out, because it’s obvious you haven’t slept enough.
After a while, being half-awake, you spot an unusual pink spot coming out on the fields.
Suddenly jerking back to ‘awake’ mode, you focus in. By doing so, you also catch a small group of people with those pink blobs.
And then it hit you. Those ‘pink blobs’ were pigs; and the members of the drone club were going to attach drones to the pigs to make them fly.
Well, at least that’s what you’ve seen. You quickly get back, just realizing you’ve spaced out the entire class period.

Later at lunch, you rush out to the courtyard to check on if your sights were true or not.
What you saw struck you with surprise. Not only were the pigs now flying, but the drone club had… brought up a giant helicopter?
As you watched, you say a team of people with cameras hop out of the helicopter; taking photos of the flying pigs.
What the hell why am I writing this XD
(298 words)

11/2 daily
what am i doing anymore
I love, well, all kinds of desserts, for example pie, cookies, cake, and brownies! Even with my vast liking of sweets, it can be inevitable to have favorites. However, my favorite would most likely surprise you. I love oatmeal raisin. Okay, okay, I’m joking; I love cake. But even so, I do still believe that projecting oatmeal raisin as a ‘bad’ flavor is wrong, and that the flavor is criminally underrated.
Alright, let’s get into what some people would call ‘muddy stuff.’ Why, in the first place, would people think oatmeal raisin is ‘bad?’ To me, that sounds outlandish. And so here, I will address a counterargument to my own and give my rebuttal. Many people don’t like raisins. Personally, I like them, but the shape of dried grapes is wrinkly and gross to many people, driving them away from consuming them. But this, I say; This is a crime! When you eat raisins, they are sweet; in a good way and would fit well on a cookie.
Oh, and I’ve actually never met anyone who doesn’t like cookies made out of oatmeal (am I living under a rock?), so I will not address that today.
Alright, now that we have confirmed that oatmeal raisins are, at the very least, not bad, I would like to address why these cookies are good. It is because they are good. Oatmeal and raisin naturally make a good pair, because I say so and even if that is just my opinion, it is fact just for the sake of argument. And so, since they are a sweet pair (pun intended), they would go well in a cookie (hey, it’s hard to describe).
Ahh, what am I doing? There’s probably no way I’ll be able to convince you of anything, so I’ll just say this; try oatmeal raisin cookies. They are good.

(308 words)

11/5 daily
Three explorers.
One pet rock.
A search for what truly connects this world to legend.
Sometimes, a piece of yourself must be sacrificed in search for the truth.

I woke up, finding myself laying down in a crystallized cave, reflecting a bright aquamarine color.
I got up and dusted myself off.
“Oh well, what was I just going to do- “
I had paused at uncovering the thought, the realization – I did not know who I was, and I did not remember anything. I quickly shuffled through my thick clothes, checking each and every pocket.
“Oh *! * * * * *, I can’t find anything- “ I rummaged through my pockets even faster now, until I finally found a small piece of folded paper, and unwrapped it.
‘To Azmidi Tureis.’
I slowly read out the message, my heart racing like a falcon flying with the wind to support it.
‘Hi Az! Hope this message gets to you well, or something.
Hey, ever since you told me about Vela, I’ve been realizing she’s acting a bit suspicious since last November.
I mean, like, I caught her talking to herself once! Although, that isn’t very strange by itself, as I talk to myself occasionally and-
Oh man, I’m getting a bit off-topic! No, the strange thing that there isn’t the fact that she’s talking to herself! I took a photo of her using my super special camera while she was doing that (sorry, Vela), and um, look at this!’
There was a scribble of a flower that had resembled a human, along with a figure that was most certainly a high school girl.
“Yep, I’m confused, all right. Wahoo, knowing just the tiniest thing just throws me into more confusion!”
I kept reading.
‘Man, I can’t believe you’re just as unfortunate and fortunate as me. I guess we’re the duo of super-wacky luck twins! (Wait no, that’s worded wrong…)
Is your logic intertwined with luck (or something like that)? I mean, I’m convinced so.


Signing off,
Alya Canopus

P.S. What the hell is going on out there????! Are you not getting my letters??? I’ve been writing the same one five times in a row now!!! Blink twice if you need help!! I’ll come save you!!’

I let out a relieved sigh. “Well, I’ll assume my name’s Azmidi, I guess!”
My yells of discovery echoed out through the cavern. “Well, it should be time for me to find an emotional support buddy! And maybe, just maybe, I might find out something more about myself!”
I crouched down and picked up a small (but heavy) rock. “Hey little buddy… I’ll name you Fernando, maybe? You know, it’s hard being optimistic. Maybe it’s the one thing I’ve carried with myself even after I’ve lost basically everything. With the exception of a few items, of course.” I proceeded to write out a simple smiley face with my finger on the little rock. “Hey, together, you and me, we can do it! I hope. I guess we’ll figure things out, right, Fernando?”
As expected, there was no response. “Alright, let’s a go!”
Even with the rock being heavy, I still carried it with me. Emotional support is important, even if there’s only a rock to accompany you. Pondering about the ways of the pet rock, I started walking.
The cave was empty, bright, and although it seemed like it was intended to be comforting, it didn’t succeed at that job at all, instead exaggerating a voice in my head that keeps ringing “This place’s empty! You’re all alone! The pet rock isn’t even alive!”
I walked in empty silence apart from my echoing footsteps, following me like a ghost coming to haunt me.
Eventually, I heard a yelling in the distance.
“Alya! Vela! Somebody! Please help! God *, what was I signed up for???”
A figure, about the age of a high school boy, dressed in leather armor and comically large boots revealed itself from the distance.
“Hey, see that Fernando? We’ve found someone! Yeeeeeeeeeeesss!!!” I subconsciously threw Fernando up into the air, as I’d forgotten the weight that was on my arms.
The giant thud that the rock had made echoed throughout the room, and I’d just realized that I shouldn’t’ve done that.
“Who goes there? I don’t want to have to deal with this, so if you’re coming to attack me, please leave.” The figure’s voice wasn’t as commanding and full of excitement; rather, it was a voice full of tiredness and a hint of annoyance.
“Hey! Please help me! I’m probably in the same situation as you!”
The figure ran toward me, muttering something along the lines of “I hope this doesn’t backfire.”
“Hey! What’s your name? Mine’s Azmidi, I think!”
The figure, now right in front of me, frowned. “My name is Azmidi.”
I uncurled the letter that I had kept in one of my pockets and showed it to ‘Azmidi.’ “But- But what about this?!”
The figure, now with a shocked expression, looked up to me.
“Why do you have that?”

(840 words)

11/6 daily
blanket, lamp, hourglass, and ribbon

You slowly wrapped yourself in the blanket known as space-time; staring at the hourglass, sand pouring down, tied with red ribbon of fate, as if the universe itself was forever bound to a story, set in stone, hopeless, dreaming, written in a play to be enacted by the actors.
As put simply; being a “creator” is a unique experience, one unmatched by any other. The power of omnipotence is granted to you and you only; you may take any form you wish, make anything you want to come true.
And so you may down, in your bedroom, causing a few stars to collide somewhere out there with he wave of your hand. You do this frequently out of boredom, and you’ve lost count of low many times you’ve done this already. Even omnipotent beings get tired of doing the same things, over and over.
Occasionally, you carve soldiers, monsters, many figures out of nebulae. Some entail a tall tale that illustrates the workings of chaos, others promote peace and harmony. There are also quite a few that don’t fit into these enclosed definitions, such as various monsters who are not purely chaos, but rather they are a mix of chaos and harmony.
At some point, you’ve breathed some of your own life into these statues, creating the gods as they rule. You may or may not have done this multiple times already. Sometimes these gods create other beings. These ‘other beings’ worship the gods, in a hierarchy of sorts.
Of course, exploding stuff, creating forms, breathing life… These things take a bit of energy at a time. Sadly, you’ve lost the ability to control “everything,” and now only have control over what some would call “dark matter.” Although of course, that is still a lot that can be controlled, and there are plenty workarounds for whatever suits your fancy.
From all of this, you’re fatigued. You turn off your lamp figure, which you had created, and get ready for a deep sleep, to return in an unspecified number of eras. It is time to rest- let’s see how things play out, shall we?

(353 words)

weekly #1 (i'll reformat later i'm rushing)
SWC Nov 2021 Weekly #1 - Characters
(200 words of dialogue)
“Az! What are you doing? You’re late for our weekly meeting!”
There stood a girl, about 5’2”, eyes both sharp and soft. She was one I knew, and she was glaring at me.
But unfortunately, I hadn’t slept for two days.
“Please…” I grumbled. “I’m tired, and on top of that I’m not done with all of my schoolwork yet. Although, I did make significant progress…” I was only just barely keeping myself awake.
“Well, what are we going to do now? Vela’s gone, too. Hey, I looked everywhere for you. I checked the courtyard, the back of the school… even the convenience store across the street! Out of all places, you’re here? Lying about in the mud?”
We were both heavily irritated at each other.
“I told you, Alya. I like the rain. And we don’t get rain often here. And plus, didn’t you tell me that school and other things take priority over the sealing club? Please, let me rest for a bit. I can’t cram all of this into my life right now, especially with the essay that’s coming up in about a week.”
At this point, I was already tuning out and dozing off, as I couldn’t take any more hours of staying up anymore.
(209 words)
(500 word turning point)
(btw this is a continuation off the 200 word thing)
“It’s an emergency!”
And so, I suddenly jerked back from my half-awake state, my heart now pounding faster than it ever had been for a few days.
“A… What?!”
“Yes! I was waiting to tell you this after we met up at our secret club spot, but I guess it’s not able to happen.”
Alya sighed, and her expression turned blank. She pulled out a camera, specialized in recording paranormal events. She frantically swiped the camera screen multiple times, until she showed me a photo that was indeed alarming.
In the photo, there stood a shadowy figure. The photo was in and of itself blurry, but a person could easily make out a black mist; ‘Death Mist’, as the records called it. It was the mist that usually surrounds beings who have served the underworld for lengthy amounts of time, and it is usually not able to be seen by the human eye. It can still, however, be sensed by humans who have a high concentration of spiritual power.
The shadowy figure shown also carried a scythe, also surrounded by Death Mist. The mist flowed down the edge of the scythe to the ground like a viscous liquid, while still maintaining a vapor-like shape, as if it was both liquid and gas at the same time. Timeless records show that Death Mist is heavier than air.
Behind all this mist, the figure wore robes of pure black, with only the face visible, a skull. Even though skulls are incapable of conveying expression, this skull seemed emptier than the rest, almost as if its owner had lost a part of themself.
This was, no doubt, a genuine paranormal photo.
“Look! Look at this! I’ve captured a photo of a Grim Reaper! Here, at our campus! Like, right over there!” She pointed toward a spot on the courtyard, next to one of the small clusters of trees.
“That’s… definitely not good.” I stood up, energized with panic (although, I was too tired to show it). “Let’s get back to the club space and discuss this. Somebody might die.”
“That’s what I was going to say!” Alya tugged at me. “Let’s go!”
“Hold on. Let’s not rush it. Running into a battlefield without a plan would most certainly get yourself killed.”
“We’re not running into a battlefield, though!”
“It’s a figure of speech. You get where I’m coming from, right?”
“Still- wait, hold on…” She paused for just a moment, took a deep breath, and proceeded. “What if Vela is connected to this? Or worse, what if-”
“Are you trying to say that Vela might be working against us? Well, thinking about it, we shouldn’t disregard that possibility. Although, if that would be true-”
“No, that was not what I was trying to say! I would never accuse Vela of something like that! Besides, she’s usually really late to the sealing club, so that’s why I looked for you first.”
“If you take into account that Vela’s usually late and look at it from another angle…”
“Don’t jump to conclusions, Azmidi!”
“Well, I guess you’re right. Maybe I got carried away by my own train of thought. Alright, let’s just go. I can’t stand to think about this anymore. Keep an eye on Vela if you can. I’ll go get some sleep, maybe skip the rest of class today, and tomorrow we can talk further about this at the club space.”
Alya let out a sigh. “Thank you. I’ll go now.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully.”
(villain desc)
Name: Unknown/Nameless/Queen of Helms
Title: “The Spitting Image of the Devil”
The villain is a very mysterious person; the very few people that know her know her as the “Queen’s Helmet”, “Queen of Helms,” the “Devil’s Helm,” or something similar.
Usually goes around as a nameless evil spirit who derives enjoyment from poisoning humans and causing havoc.
No one truly knows what she looks like, except for the major gods that she had once worked for.
(67 words)

(1000 word story)
“As the Ship of Argos sails across the Horizon,
A twist of fate is certain to be revealed.
Keep your senses on the watch.
You never know what they’ll do to stop you.”
A sudden recollection of a past memory, one of the resident oracles talking to me while I still was a servant to what they call themselves “gods” at Olympus. I had much influence in how the way they went at certain times; even with that privilege lost, it was still freeing in my eyes; they no longer had responsibility on me, and I was free to do whatever would suit my fancy.
‘Oh, how fascinating that I’ve recalled this now! How interesting… I’ve never truly found who “they” were.’
I hummed a peculiar tune to some, as I wandered around the halls of a high school, one that I just happened to be nearby.
Thump, Thump.
The sound of footsteps was coming my way. Procedurally, I shut off the lights with a snap of my finger, hiding myself. The footsteps became louder as a small high school girl was revealed from one of the lighter parts of the hallway, coming toward my direction.
As the girl stepped near, I revealed myself to her from the shadow where I resided.
“W-who’s there?” the girl shrieked, with such terror.
I slowly started speaking, filled with eagerness. “Ahehehe… Where are you going?”
The girl leaped back. “Uhm… er… Nowhere!”
“Well then… What is your name, honey?”
“Aah! My name is Vela. Vela Caelum. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go.”
Across my face stretched a violent grin, anticipating the results of my actions. “Oh, I don’t think it’s time for you to go yet.”
“But- I’ve got to get back to history class-”
“Say… let’s have a little chit-chat.”
“…What’s going on-”
“Ahem… Do you need a little more luck in your life, sweetheart?”
“What did you say?” The girl paused for a moment. “I don’t know why you asked this, but… yes.”
“Ahaha! That’s very, very good to hear.”
“What about it, you shadow person? Now if you’ll excuse me-”
“Don’t think I’m letting you go just yet, little one. I still haven’t finished talking.”
“E-eh?”
“So… tell me. Are you willing to work for me for a generous amount of luck?”
“Huh? You can do something like that?”
“If you make a deal with me, yes. Now, hurry up and make your decision.”
The girl paused for a moment, eyeing her surroundings. I would too, if I were her. Deals like these are meant to be kept secret.
“Okay, um, alright. I’ll do it. Is there a, um, catch?”
“Good job, Vela. Information will be mailed to your doorstep. Meet me here tomorrow, whenever you’re free.”
“Is there, um, any way to not have it mailed to me?”
“I may also hand it to you tomorrow. Provided you come, of course.”
“A-alright.” The girl suddenly took off, back to where she came from. I sulked back into the shadows, as usual.
Late that night- I was drafting the contract, outside the school courtyard, wondering what I would need a servant for. To create occasional gifts? No… I would find no use giving gifts to people. To keep me company? Again, I would be fine.
One of the modern oracles came out from behind one of the trees, holding a camera.
The crimson-haired seer, swiping through her camera, came up to me, and snapped a photo. “Snap! I’ve got a photo of you now, you ghost.”
“Oh… I think I’ve heard of you…?”
“Of course! I’m popular in the Spirit World, I think!”
“That is expected, since I have heard of you being able to read the future.”
“Oh, well, I do that by analyzing certain auras! Of course, a true master never spills all the bans on things like these, so I’ll only tell you this much: Auras can influence anyone’s decision making! And then, with my logic, I piece together certain things, and come up with a plausible future! Hehe… I think I spilled just a bit too much.”
“…Do you know anyone who’s also a seer, Alya?”
“Hm… Why do you ask that?”
“I’m just curious. Is it not in a spirit’s nature to be curious?”
“Well… good point? Well, we have the Ship of the Adventurer, A. K. A. the Sealing Club! Although, I’m really the only person who can actually connect to the supernatural world, Az’s just our commander guy, and Vela’s our researcher.”
“Ah… Vela?”
It was then I had realized that Alya, the seer, had some information to hold about my newfound servant.
“Do you know her? Well, maybe you’ve seen her, but like, I wouldn’t expect you to meet her.”
“Ah… No, of course I do not. I am just curious.”
“Well, she’s just really fascinated in this type of stuff. She reads a lot of textbooks about magic in her free time, and really just gets lost in them, you know? Like, imagine your average bookworm, but taken to the next level. You know?”
“Ah… that is nice.”
I figured that it would make me look less suspicious if I asked about the other one as well, so procedurally, I questioned.
“Haha! Why am I talking to a ghost in the middle of the night?” Alya again snapped a photo of me with her camera. “Your dull face is definitely worth photographing! I think I’ll turn this in as my homework in Photography class!”
“Yes, yes, yes, I look good. Now, tell me about the ‘Az’ you mentioned.”
“Az? Oh, they’re my neighbor, who’s also the founder of the Sealing Club, who’s also ALSO my very best friend. They can get super arrogant though.”
“Ah, I see… I think it is time for you to leave, now. What time is it?”
Alya pulled out a smartphone and glanced at it. “Oh no! It’s way later than it should be! I gotta go! Bye, ghost!” She took off, running behind me.
(1002 words) (to be continued..?)

daily 11/9
The bright glow of the building that was never there, peering at you through the river.
You stood there, on the bridge, knowing you should be writing words. And yet, you stay.
“Hey, Claire!” Faer called out, from the other side of the bridge. “You’ve still got to do the weekly! I’ve agreed to have Birdi make custom outfits for everyone who does it, as well as a free-pass ticket to the Banquet of the Garden! Usually, the Banquet’s reserved for the absolute best Majees, but if you do the weekly you’ll all be mutually considered the best! Do it! Do it!”
“Alright! Maybe later! I need a small break right now, so please…” you said, feeling fatigued from writing over a thousand words the day before.
“Okay! Don’t rush it! Life is a priority over SWC!” Faer began to cheerfully skip away from the bridge, toward the cabin center. “Oh, by the way, we’re going to bake a cake right before the Banquet! When you’re done with your weekly do you wanna help out? Other cabins are also giving us food, Poetry already gave us some wholesome salad and a large assortment of sandwiches! When you’re done with your writing, you should come peek a look in secret!”
“Yeah…” You try to shout, but instead came a mutter.
As you were watching Faer gallop away in a gleeful manner, you begin to wonder if she’s just a little too ignorant. And then it hit you: Poetry was our enemy, and the food could be poisoned. Hurriedly, you ran towards Faer, with a newfound sudden burst of energy.
“Huh?” Faer slowly looked behind, seeing you. “What’s this? Are you finally pumped to work on the weekly?”
“No-no-no!” You answer. “The food! Isn’t Poetry our enemy?!”
Faer appeared genuinely shocked and froze up for a bit. “Huh??? I completely forgot! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go package those sandwiches and do the ‘return to sender’ thing!”
“Good! While you’re doing that, I’ll write my weekly, and maybe pay a visit to the High Arsonists!”
“That’s the spirit!”
Faer then ran off, like a cheetah taking off at a full sprint. But instead of chasing its prey, it runs, praying for the safety of others. I also follow Faer for a bit, my intent to get to the cabin center, to write my weekly.
After writing for a while for the weekly, my fingers moving at god-speed, Faer and Birdi walked up, frantic-looking.
“It’s an emergency! Poetry cabin is going to attack us!” The two leaders shouted in unison.
There were murmurs among the fellow campers, like a mysterious mist.
“Quiet down! Calm down!” Birdi spoke loudly. “We can still be able to push them back, if we write enough words.”
Faer took out a paper and read. “They are expected to with one of the hardest prompts available, so we’ve got to attack back with our words. Me and Birdi have also gotten a tip that the Banquet food may be poisoned by Poetry, so we will work with a specialized chemist to sort through the food.”
Birdi took a deep breath. “Now, onto the prompt that we were given. 5 people must write 1,000 words each, and a maximum of 7 people have to write 7500 words collectively. All of this has to be completed in 24 hours (one day) to earn 8000 points. If this activity is not completed, the cabin loses 2500 points. For 3000 bonus points, the subject of the writing must be about either mangoes or arson (if the subjects are neither or both, no bonus points are earned).”
Faer then spoke. “Who wants to volunteer? 1000 crowns to everyone who participates, and a free custom profile picture if you haven't gotten one already!”
(idk to be continued)
(628 words)


11/11 daily i think
“Yeah, okay, so the car is definitely totaled. But what are we gonna do about the goat?”
Recently, Azmidi and his team (including a small goat) were asked to ship some vegetables to a large vegetable company, which, of course with the goat taken into consideration, is very problematic.
Tiny pieces of cabbage littered the floor as the tiny goat stuck its little head in the gigantic cabbage box, one of the boxes that were supposed to be shipped. A few other boxes fell out too, some labeled carrots, some labeled radishes…
And worst of all, the car had ran, face first, into a nearby tree in the middle of ‘nowhere.’
Things couldn’t have gone worse at a high school part-time job. Azmidi (the utterly tired dude), Dave (the super lazy dude), Vela (who seems just a tad bit possessed), Alya (the top-tier idiotic annoyance), and Elaine (well, she’s the only half-decent one here), which made up the team (not including the small goat), had to take a required internship for high school; but the internship they applied was sketchier than some.
Alya, who drove this time around, spoke up. “You shouldn’t have told me to drive! I don’t even have a driver’s license!”
Elaine, who was trying to pull the goat’s head away from the cabbage, suddenly let go. “Excuse me?! Are you saying that, all this time, you’ve never… Oh my god… Please end me…”
“Hey! I think Vela knew, right? Vela!?”
Vela was sitting in the car still, with a blank expression.
“Vela! Wait! Are you alright?!”
Vela turned her head around to face Alya. “I’m… most definitely… not dead. I’m… just in shock.” She then turned her head back to her original position, like nothing had ever happened.
“Ok! Well, I did get training from my parents!”
Azmidi looked back at Alya, after looking at the crash scene. “If I were you, I wouldn’t trust your parents. Besides, how’s your camera?”
“Oh right! My camera!” She shuffled through the rummage in the car, where Dave was lying down in the back seat, sleeping without a seatbelt on.
“Hey, what do we do about Dave? He’s been sleeping this whole time.”
Elaine, standing back up from where she was crouching, muttering phrases and poems, seemed especially angered. “Is he really sleeping?! I swear among the Southern Asterisms, I will-”
“Okay, okay, that’s enough. Stop arguing.” Azmidi pulled out a piece of notebook paper, all crumpled and messy, and showed it to the other groupmates.
‘Get the goat away, PLEASE (sorry Alya, why did you have to do this (not sorry))
Elaine I appreciate you being almost a sane person but you contacting your gods is bothering me
Alya please shut up get the camera (you can call people on your phone in the middle of nowhere, right?!?!)
The hell did I sign up for?’
(477 words)

Basic_Potato wrote:

Okay, I have a question (not sure if I can put this here, if not sorry ^^)

I actually have one forum thread that I've been using for all my swc writing (every session I've been in), but I do also make new threads for special writing, or if I feel like it'll clog up the thread. Like last session, for that choose your adventure weekly, i made a separate thread for the actual choose your adventure story, and just linked it in the main thread. And if I were to enter the writing comp, that'd go in another thread as well. Am I still allowed to do that?

Please do not do that! One thread per person.

whiteandblackcat wrote:

Please do not do that! One thread per person.

Ah, okay then c:

*Note: Will update over the course of this upcoming session
Writer: Adri / -tvrtles
Cabin: Fanfiction
Session: November SWC

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11.01.21
Hello and welcome to SWC! Use today to introduce yourself and get to know your cabin. When SWC has started in your time zone, write something (anything literary!) and add it using your cabin’s word adding system, to make sure you’re on top of how it all works!
Oh, and did you know that today is national authors' day? Go discuss your favorite authors along with your introductions!

Hello there, I'm Adri, a camper from Fanfiction and a four-time SWC participant! Apart from writing, I favor many hobbies such as playing my instrument, hanging with friends, reading, procrastinating, sleeping, and spending hours scrolling through YouTube and Pinterest. My favorite author is Leigh Bargudo and I enjoy reading her Grishaverse books. I can't wait to see what this SWC session holds!
Word Count: 62

11.02.21
November is banana pudding lovers’ month! In the spirit of this, write about your favourite dessert. You could write with a dessert as your main character, or a love letter to your dessert, or a poem about it - whatever gets your creative juices flowing!

Cheesecake.
It is perfect in all ways- plain, flavored, or topped with drizzle and decor. Its faultless combination of the sweet, smooth, and creamy texture of the cake and the crunch of the crumbly graham cracker crust creates a delightful feeling inside the mouth. It is the Goldilocks of cakes and pies - its flavor is not too overpowering nor too weak. Happiness comes with every bite.
It can be as simple or as complex as one desires it. Cheesecake has a way of looking elegant, whether it is plain, flavored, drizzled with chocolate syrup, or decorated with a berry. The dessert is great for any occasion or event because of its wide variants. It tastes wonderful on its own and when paired with another dessert, like ice cream or dipped fruits. Just like candies, cheesecake can even be in ice cream! One of the most famous types is the New-York Style cheesecake. Though it is usually plain, its flavor is richer and creamier than the regular cheesecake.
Because of its crust, cheesecake is not a cake, rather a pie instead. In most traditional cheesecakes, the dessert is crafted with a soft cheese such as cottage, ricotta, or cream cheese. It requires only a few ingredients to make including butter, eggs, vanilla, and sugar. Just like other desserts, there are both bake and no-bake modifications.
The “cake” originated thousands of years ago in Ancient Greece. The Greeks used four simple ingredients, flour, wheat, honey for the sweetener, and of course, cheese. After Greece was conquered by the Romans, the recipe changed, and eggs were added.
As the Roman Empire spread across the globe, so did cheesecake. The recipe was adapted over the ages, and in the 1700s, people began to make the cheesecake we know today. (Credits: https://www.cheesecake.com/History-Of-Cheesecake.asp) Variations of the dessert exist all over the globe. Often, trays of assorted cheesecake are found in grocery stores.
The choices for this delicious dessert are limitless!
Word Count: 322

11.03.21
HELLO SWC-ers! Today, we have four options of quizzes you can take! Please take the quiz as if you were your character, not yourself. If you’re not allowed on an exterior site from scratch, we got you covered with Robin’s cat quiz: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/384244112/ perhaps you want to take birdi’s (or alba’s!) swc host quiz: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/524409427/ If you’re allowed off scratch, you might want to know your character’s alignment! Take this quiz for them: http://easydamus.com/alignmenttest.html And our final quiz choice is a zodiac quiz: https://www.idrlabs.com/true-zodiac-sign/test.php Characters are crucial to creating an interesting story, and this quiz is great for getting to know them

OC: Elyse
Quiz 1: Siamese
Quiz 2: Birdi
Quiz 3: Lawful Neutral
Quiz 4: Saggitarus

11.04.21
Didn't actually write because I ran out of time to do so, but if I did had the time it would've been based on my most recent text: “Where are Nate's eyebrows?”

11.05.21
Have you ever had a strange dream? Dreams can be one of our best sources of inspiration. Now it’s your turn to take these dreams of yours- flush them out, and write a short excerpt on it. (If you never remember your dreams, look up “bizarre writing prompts)"

My father observed from the shadows.
I did not understand why. The dragons were here, ready to protect if they sensed danger, as they usually did. Additionally, I had climbed the wall multiple times before. Why was this any different?
I shifted my attention away from my father and towards the large, towering rock wall stationed in front of me. It was huge, casting long shadows on the valley below. The sight of it made my stomach twist. I was unsure why.
Around me, young boys and girls around my age chattered in small groups. They were just like me- here to attempt the challenge of climbing the wall. Some had recognizable faces from previous challenges. Others had unfamiliar faces and were new “players.” But whether we were new and old competitors, none of us wore harnesses. There was no gear anywhere other than the fingerless gloves each climber was required to wear.
That is what the dragons are for, I reminded myself. The dragons are there every step of the way to help you as you advance towards the top.
“I'm going next In three minutes!” a youthful feminine voice spoke as my sister's arm brushed against mine. I flinched, surprised. Her bobbed, banged hair framed her round, smiling face.
“Are you excited?” I asked her. I already knew the answer. Yes. Like her, she was a returning competitor. But compared to me, she had no fear or second thoughts about the upcoming event.
“Of course! I always am! It feels like each time I do this, it's a new experience,” she answered eagerly, barely containing her excitement. Because it is. I thought. It is the same ol' rock wall. It is the same size each time. Yet every time one participates in the challenge of climbing it, the path of completing it changes. No route is the same as the one prior.
Irsa frowned and turned towards me. “How come you don't seem excited?”
“I am!” I said. “I just am not sure what to expect.”
"It's just a rock wall. What can you not expect? You've done this plenty of times before. I don't think it's new.“
I laughed. I did not want to admit it, but my little sister was right. It was just a rock wall. But why did I feel so anxious? ”Get going. You don't want to miss out on this. I'll be right behind in a minute." I gently pushed Irsa forward and waved her off.
I glanced over at the place where my father stood. He was still there, quiet and motionless. He caught my eye and gave me a stiff nod.

~~~~~
I paused, looking below. The youths were nothing but small, moving dots. Small, baby dragons swooped and dove in the sky as I pursued upward. I ascended further and further up the wall.
Then suddenly, my foot slipped. I attempted to grab into one of the wall's crevices, but it only enclosed around nothing. Slowly, as if someone had adjusted the play-back settings, I fell.
Down, down, down, I fell. Descending, falling, losing elevation.
I squeezed my eyes closed, fearing that this would be the end.
Thump. A quick pain rippled through my body as I landed on something soft.
A dragon's saddle.
I opened my eyes and looked at the magnificent creature. Its emerald scales glimmered in the sunlight as it dove for the ground. The dragon's dark, beady eyes gazed into mine. Thank you, I silently praised, grateful for the rescue. Thank you.
My father awaited my arrival. “Go again,” he simply said, as if it was no big deal. “If you want to see yourself succeed, you'll have to try again. Try it as many times until you get to where you want to be.”
I nodded and walked towards the wall once again. Then, I took a deep breath and began to climb.
The rock wall was almost like the small journeys in life. It will not be a direct, easy route. You will fall. You will not always reach the top. But the more times you attempt to climb the “wall,” the more you will gain the courage and strength to go again.
Word Count: 708

11.06.21
Words provided by WannabeAuthor: laughter, nostalgia, sunlight, friendship
The last shaft on sunlight disappeared along the horizon, replacing the fiery swirls of oranges, reds, and yelllows with a violet-blue starlit sky.
Below, the waves crashed violetly. The wind was strong, but not overpowering. It felt nice, a chilliness against the back of my neck.
I took a deep breath in, inhaling the familiar scent of sea salt. The scents, sounds, and sights felt familiar, a distant memory of my childhood. This place was nostalgic. When was the last time I was here?
The crashing waves suddenly became quieter, as I picked up a new sound. Laughter. Distant laughter. Four very distinct laughters belonging to four different people.
I closed my eyes, paying further attention to the senses of my suroundings. The laughter grew louder and louder, as if it was coming closer to where I stood.
The recent image of the night ocean cliffside vanished. Color returned; the sky a bright, cloudless blue and the ocean still and silent. As if I was veiwing my childhood as an outsider, four figures looked over the edge of the cliff. I had only been adolescent then, barely a teenager.

“We should come here more often, you know.” one said. I easily recognized them as Sam with their short, choppy blonde hair and pale skin.
“It's always beautiful during the daytime,” I had agreed. “I wonder what it would be like in the evening. How would this place change under a dark, moonlit sky?”
“I can only imagine waves crashing against the rocky cliffside and a howling wind,” said Sam.
“That called a storm,” another said. Drew. My love, both then and now.
“I think they realized that,” the fourth He was tall with brown hair. Matthew, Sam's male counterpart. The two shared the same personality, sense of humor, and enjoyments. The only difference between the two was gender and height. To this day, we have yet to find their female counterpart.
“Let's come here again tonight,” I'd suggested. “I'll bring food.”
“Great idea,” agreed Drew. He smiled in my direction, and being the young lover I was, I blushed.
“Of course you think it's a good idea,” Drew,“ Matthew began. ”It's Cierra's idea.“ This time, Drew turned bright red.
”You two are too cute together,“ Sam smiled.
”Shush,“ I said, trying to prevent their teasing further.. It only came out as a squeak. I cleared my throat. ”So tonight. When evening strikes, come here.“
”I'll be there,“ Drew said. Matthew and Sam nodded.
The four of us stood in silence, glancing over at the vast, ocean as a breeze swept past, blowing my dark hair forward. It was a simple place, nothing more than the ocean and a rock cliff with large, round boulders and a smal sandy strip below. Yet the view was breathtaking. A hidden beauty.
”I hope we can come here often. And stay friends for a long time, too. Even next year, when we have to go to different schools,“ I said, breaking the silence.
”Same,“ replied Drew, refusing to take his gaze off the sea. ”Despite Sam and Matthew being literally the same weird person in two different bodies, y'all aren't so bad. I believe we all have chosen good friends. Our friendship is strong and unbreakable.“
”We should name this place. Something inspired by our relationship, our friendship,“ Sam suggested. ”Though some of us are more than friends.“
I opened my mouth to tell them to shut it, but closed it, deciding it wasn't worth it. I dismissed it and simply said, ”Yeah.“
”Keep it simple. Friendship cliff. Friendship shores,“ Drew offered.
”You're terrible at coming up with names,“ I teased. He shrugged.
”Sam's Seaside Viewpoint,“ suggested Sam. ”I like that.“
”We are not calling it that,“ I protested. ”Why not something straight-forward, like, ‘The Cliff?’“
”And you say that I'm bad at coming up with names," Drew said sarcastically. I chuckled, and the rest joined in, before we returned out attention to the ocean before us.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I opened my eyes again. It was one of many great times I had with those three others. The cliff had been a place where our friendship had only grown. It was a place of memories.

Words: 709 (20 minutes was 503)

11.07.21
Today’s National Hug A Bear Day! Think about your most vivid childhood memory and your favorite item from your childhood. Taking inspiration from these two things, create a scene where a character revisits their past.
The valley was barren, a burnt wasteland with trees scorched black. Multiple patches of grass around the abandoned houses were still aflame. The village was lifeless.
Elyse felt a sharp pain in her chest as she took in the scenery. For twelve years, she had lived in this very village. For twelve years, she called this place home. It was the village that raised her, the village where she had grown up. Now, this village was nothing but a place of ash and flames.
She forced herself forward, walking down the same dirt path she used to run along all the time. Items that were left behind littered the floor. A fragment of a tea kettle here, a child's doll there.
She remembered a time where the streets had been filled with children of all ages, playfully chasing each other down the streets. Cheerful squeals and laughter had echoed. Mothers would scold their children for unjust behaviors when the children released chickens or live shrimp down the street.
Beautiful silk fabrics with fine, white embroidery had hung at the entrance of a few shops. The air was thick with the sweet aroma of noodles, porridge, and tea. Traditional music would play in the background.
The memory of an ordinary day in the village was vivid and clear, as it it was yesterday.
She shook the past away and returned to the present.
In front of her lay two wooden swords, untouched by the flames. They resembled swords but were weaker, flimsier, and meant for child's play. They were not like the wooden swords the soldiers used during training.
Elyse bent down and gently ran her finger alongside the toy. As she had suspected, the blade was rough and splintery, and the hilt worn. She pictured the sound of wood against wood, cracking and splintering under the powerful force each block delivered.
Returning to her feet, she continued down the main path. At the end of the road stood a large stone wall engraved with names, phrases, and words. Elyse subconsciously traced the carvings while she searched for one of the images she'd carved nearly a decade ago.
After a few minutes had passed, she quit searching. It was pointless, she thought. Her words were among the tens of thousands of pictures etched into the wall.
She shook her head sadly as she looked around one last time. Then, without looking back, she headed in the direction she came as she silently cried.
The village, a place that had once been a lively place full of happy, nostalgic memories, was gone.
Words: 430

11.12.21
“I’m not asking for your good graces. I’m asking for your throne.”
I watched the queen's smile slowly fade as she realized my real motives.
“Excuse me?” she asked. “I believe I heard wrong. ‘I’m asking for your throne.' You cannot simply walk into my throne room and expect me to give up the one thing I hold dear.”
“But that is exactly what I'm doing. After everything I've done for you, you've never shown any appreciation. I am tired. I am tired of acting perfect. I am tired of trying to please you. I am tired of having everything I do go unnoticed, especially by you of all people. My own cousin.” I glanced over at the guards who surrounded the perimeter. “And I'm sure I'm not the only one who hates to be ignored.”
Except for the Captain, the guards remained motionless and expressionless at their posts. The Captain stood next to the Queen, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, prepared to attack and defend if needed.
“Leave the sword. Soldiers, guards, may we please be left alone? I would like to speak to my cousin privately,” the queen ordered. The guards obeyed and silently disappeared.
“Your majesty…” the Captain began.
“You too. I can handle this on my own.” The commanding soldier reluctantly nodded and followed his soldiers out of the throne room. When the doors closed with a click, the queen's attention returned towards me.
“You think I have time to pay attention to every person in this palace?” she hissed in a low voice, in case if the soldiers had outside the room stayed to eavesdrop. “Let me tell you something, Cousin deary, I am the eldest child of your uncle, your mother's oldest brother. The throne belongs to me, and I will not hand it over to someone who can barely manage to keep their title.”
I ignored my cousin's intention to stay quiet. Instead, I raised my voice. I wanted them to hear me. I was no longer going to be ignored. It was time that my voice was heard. It was time for a change in queenship. “Perhaps we should have a new way of deciding who sits on the throne. Perhaps it should no longer be about hierarchy and instead, base it off someone who would be a better fit as ruler. Merian, I would like to challenge you for your throne.”
Words: 404

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Hi Kat! Is it possible to still use my old writing forum and that only (it's already in the TIMAC category, and I've been using it for all my sessions so far, and I'm prepared to start posting all my writing in that thread only), or do I have to make a new one for this session?

Hello Kat! I'm new to SWC, this is my first year. Is this the place to share writing? I'm not 100% sure if I'm right, I've heard several different things. Thank you! - Ballerina

Hi! Are we allowed to make our own forum in which we can keep our current session's writing? Like a ‘SWC 2021 Folder’? Cuz I sometimes make people uncomfortable although it may not use curse words, my writing always includes some kind of murder and mystery, some blood and some something something. So I am really really uncomfortable sharing it here. Thanks…

I’ve got mine. https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/554291/

Thanks Hydro! Thanks a lot!

Here's My Writing Forum! - https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/554370/?page=1#post-5739894
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Here is my writing forum: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/554387/?page=1#post-5740045

Forgot to link mine : https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/554296/

Here is my SWC writing forum! (nevermind we weren't supposed to post it here,sorry! Anyways I'll just do it in a post in this thread )

Here is my swc writng forum if anybody wants to check out my work!

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11/02:

310 words

Oh, dear cupcakes, how much I love you!

The delicious outer covering embraces me, giving me a sense of euphoria. It’s absurdly sweet, sometimes you can be too much for me. But whenever I’m having a poor day, I take a bite in you, and it gives me instant delight! You bring me so much energy to the world, from the way I see things, to the way you dazzle and delight everyone around. You’re special and unique; from different coverings, to color and decorations. No one cares if you’re chocolate or vanilla, anything is superlative in our eyes!

Sometimes, we just need a small bite to get enough, other times, we savor multiple large bites! Your appearance is the first thing we see- the inside is even better! You’re humble and modest, only show off what you can truly provide. You present yourself as one color- in reality, you are a multitude of colors, blended together. The rest is simply arbitrary- we love you for being sweet and humble.

Sometimes it’s not just about looks, sometimes it’s just about the personality. I hope you understand this. Red velvet cupcakes and other ones with filling- I love you. You look simple from a first glance, only looking like an average cupcake! But you can hide so much beneath the surface. Your sweet creams add this flare of personality to your cupcake, resulting in greater admiration than ever before! I love you so much; you make me so happy to meet you and converse with you!

Dear friend, what could I do without you and your fellow cupcakes? The world may spin around and continue, yet we’d be filled with discontent in our hearts! Oh friend, my dear friend. How peculiar of me to love an object so much? But now I will leave, as I imagine a world without you.

Sincerely,

Zura

11/03: My MC, Ella, got Aries!

11/04: 598 words

“I love you.”

She stares into my eyes as warm hands tighten around mine. For a moment, our hearts beat at the same time.

“Come with me. Let us live in peace.”

Snow pitters down the ground. We stand there hand-in-hand, a force uninterrupted by time and space. The type of force that’s abstract, boundless.

But I wonder if it’s that simple, if love truly exists. After all, the points on the map are existing. Boundaries, territories. We will not be remembered for our love, but our battles and the casualties. We’re mere numbers, playing to the rules of time.

I hesitate, cheeks rosy. Her snow-blue eyes glitter against the darkness. I grab her hand and like chains of dominoes, we fall into the snow.

Carcasses. Bone-thin structures. Will the snow be pure or diluted by red stains?

She’s warm. Her cheeks are soft and warm. She’s truly a beauty; if only we lived in different worlds.

“Amena,” I whisper. Mist forms out of my mouth. “Let’s stay like this.”

She glances at me twice before responding.

“You’re beautiful.”

Her cheeks curl, a shade of red spreading over her cheeks. “You too. I see your braids have been undone by the winter?”

Snow sprinkles my untied hair. I can’t help but to notice- her smell, her breath, her pulse.
Her braids are still tied, unfazed by the harsh winds.

“Your braids, they’re beautiful. Um, how do you keep them so tight?”

Amena giggles. “Sylvie, they’re always this tight.”

I hesitate. A bitter feeling pulls at my heart. I pull away from the delicate figure surrounded by the snow. How helpless.

“We can’t stay like this forever. They’ll never allow it.”

She hesitates before pulling herself upright. “Our love is boundless, you said. We’ll find a way, you said.”

“W-what if,” The words squeeze out of my mouth. “All this time, I-I’ve been lying to you?”

“You haven’t. And even if, I’d be deeply in love with you.”

Stomp. Stupid heavenly angel. Stupid naive girl. Stupid love. “Wh-what if I’m just a good actor? Wha-what if I only fell in love- or faked it for political reasons?”

She grabs my wrist. “Sylvie, I’d still fall for you.”

My wrist wiggles through her warm touch. “It’s impossible. Eventually, we’d be caught. We’d be risking both of our kingdoms. They will never believe an alliance can be made- or worse, they’ll kill us once they find out we’re married.”

“But-”

“Don’t you understand? It’ll never work.”

“What will work then?”

I turn towards her, unwilling to look at her eyes. “Why don’t we settle this here. On this bare battlefield.”

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “No, you won’t.”

“It’s easy. All you have to do is leave me here. I’ll freeze soon enough- make sure to leave some scab marks.”

“I don’t understand-”

“Amena. Don’t make me regret this. I’d rather have someone with a bright, promising future to live. Not someone like me.”

“Stop!” She cries, tears filling in her eyes.

Tears fill in my eyes. Empty ones. It doesn’t matter if the snow is stained red or if I stop breathing. What matters is not seeing her again.

I huff, smiling. Words begin to pour out. “I finally understood the tragedies all the great poets wrote. Don’t feel too bad about it. I’ve been planning this soon.”

“I love you, Amena. Loved you enough to let you go.”

The blade is sharp and perplexing. It’s the first thing I examine, before I let loose.

Hot sensations boil my blood. But I love her. I still do.

11/06:

“Non-fi for the win! Non-fi for the win!”
In this dystopian society, we must worship non-fi because it is the epicest cabin. no one can deny its epicness.
pi walks forward to the center of the podium. everyone is charmed by pi because they are so cool and smart. (and yes i did use show and tell, but because non-fi is epic, you must not say anything about it, because i am a member of the non-fi cabin).
“hello, lovely users.”
the people type in a synchronized manner, and the web traffic increases.
“ooh, money,” zura smirks, as swc points begin flooding to her website. this is great for our victory!
“yess, i'm sure non-fi would easily win!” fenn replies in his relaxed position.
the computer screens begin to light up and we begin to type continuously. pi posts a really intriguing and big-brain discussion post, because they are genius, and the campers immediately respond. the truth is, in this society, everyone is a brainwashed sheep, and no one can actually say anything about non-fi's weaknesses, assuming there is any.

one mind remains suspicious to the testimony of everyone. when the non-fi epic regime announces their delicate words, he raises an eyebrow.

“but what about the other genres?” he asks, his blond hair reaching to the sides of his ears. “what about everything else? have you considered the other options?”

his opinions are silent among the masses, mainly because his is one of the few. once we diminish him, i wonder if our opinions will be any louder. the people gather forward to glance at the hosts, and well, he doesn't. just stares at his computer and works on some things, called ‘python’ and ‘scratch’

we begin to call him insane, and this internet stuff insane. insane he is, yet we can't help to be intrigued by his ideas. the thing is, non-fi can't be lying to us. it's literally non-fiction. because non-fiction is the best cabin, the leaders leading it must also be the best (the guy in the computer disproves this, because he mentions how active cabins just have more supporters, which plays a role).

“people are brainwashed in this part. you can't actually trust any of them because their opinions are based off some random statements a bot told you. ugh, sounds like the tyrannical Space Telescope!”

he's mumbling too much nonsense to be even coherent. and he wouldn't even say his name, unlike everyone else.

“just address me by 2418. i can't give away my name.”

“that feels so fictional. i can't believe you would say that,” i groan at the numbers. he must think he's in a futuristic society where everyone like literallly uses numbers and math to address each other.

but once, zura praised these math geniuses, some of them which were named “jinty, nights, sini, and mech.” there were many more mathematicians she mentioned in the land of the Sweet Thebes Cresent, but those were the prominent ones the users study today.

i glance over 2418's screen.

he types a message to a user named alb. she is the higher power, the goddess watching over the Sweet Thebes Cresent. he begins typing in random combinations of letters to this.

“but i thought you couldn't access anything outside of nonfiction.com?”

2418 glances back then quickly shuts out the tab, after the letters disappear. “what do you mean, obviously i'm not accessing anything out of the website!”

“hey you're not supposed to-”

"i have my ways. and i've sent a message to the heavenly ghosts.”

“WAIT ARE YOU A SPIRIT MEDIUM?”

2418 smirks. “Yes and no. And I’m about to hack your brain, smarty pants.”

He types a few sentences before another webpage opens.

“Here, I’ve given you access to the Internet. Soup With Cara should be your first destination. And this cannot be detected by the dictators, because it’s a loophole.”

I lean closer to 2418’s computer, before noticing the group of people is awfully small, yet powerful.

“How do you know this will work?” I whisper. “Zura, Pi and Fenn are smart and catch onto things.”

“Look, I’ve helped take down the Space Telescope before. So, will you join me in taking down the regime?”