Hello! Welcome to a collection of my writings from this session of SWC, all critiques are appreciated. <3

JULY 2ND DAILY
415 WORDS

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The battle was getting out of hand. No longer was it a quarrel between the two faces of immortal beings; it had now become a life or death situation filled with magic and blood. Hugo watched as his side, no, his friends, fought against the others. The Goddess of Weapons passed out numerous objects to the lesser Gods and Goddesses that had lesser power. He hurried over to her, and the closer he got, the more he saw. Hundreds of immortals were fighting in the grass below, some of which he did not recognize. A short man with ginger hair typing an enemy warrior with some type of woven cloth. A girl with icy blue eyes riding a giant polar bear into the chaos. A tall man throwing some type of ball at the warriors. He turned to the Goddess of Weapons.

“Who are all these people?”

“You must have forgotten my lesson, Hugo LaBoda.” Responded a soft voice from behind the Goddess. The Entity of Wisdom strode up to the boy, their soft blue eyes lying on the boys weapon. “There is a representative for everything. No item, idea, or sense can exist without one.”

“Why wo-”

The Entity clicked their tongue, ending Hugo's sentence short. Their mind had already guessed what he was going to ask. Perhaps the immortal beings could not die like a mortal, but everyone here was risking the chance of failure. One wrong step and everything they had worked for, everyone they had lost, would be gone. Hugo bit his lip at the remembrance of Carrots, the boy who gave everything for their friendship, even his life. Every time a warrior fell to the ground, he pictured the expression of Carrots failing hope as he was backed closer and closer to the cliff side. He could hear the startled gasp as his best friend looked down at the hand pushing him off. The taste of blood on his own lips from escaping the guards to run to him. He felt the sharp rocks dig into his knees as he reached his hand out to nothing but air. Too little, too late.

“He still could be alive.” The Entity said, their voice slightly softer at Hugo's expression of despair. “There was water below, and we all know Carrots wa- *is* a great swimmer.” Their mistake just made Hugo feel worse. If the Entity couldn't know he was alive, then no one could.

Hugo wiped his tears. “It all ends here.”

JUNE 3RD DAILY
300 WORDS
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Yesterday night I was a local baseball team's game with my friend. It's not just a team of scattered kids from the area, its a minor league team, meaning all the players there will have to go to the MLB. (That stands for Major League Baseball). At this point I hope its obvious that this is a pretty big deal to our town and the team in general. It happens to be that big of a deal that they have a giant firework show after every game. It lasts almost ten full minutes and is very loud. I am always very excited for it so I brought my friend to the game, and we can call her Tabby. Tabby has never been to a game before, so she had no idea about the fireworks. When the announcer started the countdown for the display, she started getting really nervous and asked me if they were loud. I remember answering, “Yeah!” With an excited expression, but I had no idea of her past with fireworks. Two fourth of July's ago her house almost burned down from her neighbors illegal fireworks, and she is terrified of them now because of this. She explained this to me and told me it was fine, but she would just feel really uncomfortable being so close to them. So what I did is take her hand and we went farther into the stadium. Inside there is a big area where you can eat, drink, and run around. I waited on a bench with her and talked until the firework show was over. She thanked me for helping her, but was very embarrassed about the whole situation. I didn't care though, and I was glad to have helped her even though it meant missing the big firework show.

1ST WEEKLY

2471 WORDS

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PART 1: 408 WORDS

Character reference sheet for: Anne Boonchuy (seasons 1-3 from the TV show, Amphibia)
Series continuing or ended?: Ended

Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Human

Strengths: Loyal, strong-willed, caring, fearless, athletic, resourceful
Weaknesses: self-centered, will do anything for her friends, cannot find herself


Relationships:
- romantic interest: None
- friends: Marcy Wu, Sasha Waybright, Spring Plantar, Hopidiah Plantar, Polly Plantar
- family: Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy


Situations:
Loss of a friend:
- Will do anything to get them back or avenge them
- Will immediately self destruct and blame herself
- Ignore all others

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your character is the leader of a rebellion and the opposing force has them surrounded D:

“Anne….”
“Anne?”
“Anne!”

Anne couldn't think straight with all this yelling around her. Her feet kept backing up, terrified by the robot blaster, mere inches from shooting her and friends. And for what? Wanting a better world? Wanting everyone to be safe? Her thoughts were interrupted when she suddenly felt a hard material slam into her back. The alleyway had ended; they were trapped. Sprig leaped over beside her, his slingshot aimed and ready at whoever dared to come near.

“Anne….what do we do?” He whispered, glancing up at Anne's pale face. She gazed around, trying to find any way out of this mess. Anyone who could help. Anything that would get these robots away from them. And at this moment, them didn't include herself.

Them was Marcy, fresh out of mind control but still with the same timid face.
Them was Sasha, both her swords raised and a glare so strong it could defeat the whole army.
Them was Sprig, and his family that had raised her as their own when she was teleported into a whole new world.
Them was the town that taught her to be herself, with their little frog legs and round faces.
Them was her parents.
Her friends. Her family.

She wasn't going to let them be dragged into one of her messes again.

“Anne?” Marcy placed a hand on her friend's shoulder and gave her a worried look. Anne looked back and shared the same one, almost conveying a message of lost hope to Marcy. “There's gotta be a way right?” Marcy let out a small laugh and buried her face in her hands. Tears spilled out of them, just like the ones every else was shedding. “W-we can't give up, we've gone so far! We've lost too much! We've given up everything for this, we can't just end it!” Sasha limped over and engulfed her sobbing friend in a hug.

“You're right, Mar-Mar.”

Anne let her sword clatter to the floor, ignoring the gasps that were still clinging to the last bit of hope. She stepped forward, looking the robot right in his dull cameras.

“Let them go.” She said, a small flicker of blue lighting up in her eye. The robot didn't respond, but a red light started to glow from his blaster, aimed at the group people in front of him.

“Let them go!” She screamed, flying into the air a few feet, fully engulfed in blue now.


PART 2: 819 WORDS

Conrad Fisher is quiet and conceals most the thing he thinks. He chooses to speak when the time is right, and whenever he does everything he says is the truth. He never lies, unless it will hurt someone else. He remembers being loud and carefree as a child, but as he got older, the more he realized about the world. He didn't need to waste his breath on people who didn't care in the first place. In addition to this, he is afraid to open up about his problems, as he is giving his burden to someone else to carry.

Jeremiah Fisher is not afraid of how anyone thinks of him. He says and does what he wants, often forgetting about how it will affect others. His words flow with how he is feeling and sometimes he can't really control what he does or says. He uses compliments and talking his own passions to gain others as lovers and friends, as well as making enemies along the way. He sometimes listens, but always finds a way to talk about himself or one of his many side pieces. Jeremiah also tries to crack jokes to everyone to make them smile or laugh at him.

Conrad's: I remember the first day Belly came to the beach like it was yesterday. The sun wasn't bad, it only slightly burned me as I splashed in the waves, alone. Jeremiah was somewhere running around with girls he had met at the snack bar; not only did he not care about my solemness, he also didn't care about the hot sun as he stayed away from the cool water. I laid on my back, staring at the too-bright blue sky. It was quiet, almost too quiet. My body shot up like something had stung me, as I already worried about what was going on at the beach behind me.

My mom was resting in a chair, her eyes concealed by big black sunglasses, Somehow she saw me in a panic though, and shot me a worried thumbs up, saying, “You OK?” I nodded and turned back around, silently cursing myself for thinking something could be wrong. Before my nerves could even calm, a voice nearly gave me a heart attack.

“Hi Jeremiah!” Said a girl my age, her purple glasses dangerously above the water. Her brown hair was floating around her head in the water. I didn't know who she was, and why she couldn't even get my name right. I started to speak.

“Oh I'm not-”

“Oh shoot!” She exclaimed, slapping her forehead and looking at me regretfully. “You're Conrad aren't you?”

I nodded slowly, looking at all her features in case I knew her; which at this point I didn't. I can't believe I didn't notice how pretty she was back then, even with her big braces and glasses. Back then, she was that same girl, my Isabel. She put out her hand for me to shake.

“I'm Isabel, well…Belly, Conklin, it's really nice to meet you Conrad Fisher.”

Jeremiah: The beach was hot the day I met Belly, no doubt about it. I can't remember our whole conversation, but I do remember the way she walked around, clueless. I said goodbye to the two lovely girls I had spent the day with. What were their names? I only remember one kept begging me to go swimming with her. I walked up to Belly, not even knowing who she was at the moment. If only I did know though, maybe Conrad wouldn't of snatched her up before I did.

“Are you lost? Heaven is a long way away from here.”

Her face lit up with up pink as I recited that quote I had heard on the T.V. I'm sure the show I was watching wasn't appropriate for a young 10 year old, but why would she care? The only thing she was worried about was fixing her glasses so she could see better.

“I'm actually fine, thank you…just looking for a family friend.” She responded to me, not even making eye contact. She started to walk away. Shoot.

“Are they on the beach? I know my way around here pretty well.” I quickly said, trying to keep her to stay. Those two girls were coming back and I swear if they talk about Harry freaking Styles one more ti-

“I said I'm fine!” She suddenly yelled, making me jump in shock. Her face returned to the pink color. “Sorry…that was loud.” I looked behind me, apparently it was just loud enough to drive those girls away. I looked back at her, and we made eye contact for the first time in our conversation. She took a deep breath and stuck out her hand.

“I'm Isabel. Call me Belly though.” Before I could respond, someone called her name from the beach. She waved shyly, and took off. What. A. Girl. I remember thinking.

PART 3: 709 WORDS

Role-Swap Fic and High-School AU and Cross-Over AU

“Can we please just go to that party?” Annabeth begged her boyfriend, who was leaning over a large stack of books and papers. She groaned from boredom and started circling his desk. Percy, her boyfriend, barely glanced up and spun his chair around with a small blast of water from a cup on his desk. His finger still lingering in the air, Percy spoke tiredly.

“Annabeth please finals are soon and you KNOW there is going to be so many fire benders there and you KNOW how I feel about them.” Percy said, groaning as his stack of books fell over from the force of the spin. “Besides, if you fail these tests we are never going to get into Harvard together.”

Annabeth's lips formed a straight line for a while, then to a smile. She turned on her heels and walked to the door to their apartment and used her air-bending to slam it open loudly, making Percy turn around.

“Uh… what are you doing Annabeth?” He asked, a confused and slightly worried expression crossing his face.

“Going to that party alone since you won’t come with me.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I dare.” Annabeth responded, a devilish smile creeping across her bright face. She dramatically walked out of the door, her goofy side peeking through. Percy groaned and stood up, but a smile was tugging at the corner of his lips. He strolled over to Annabeth and slung a long crewnecked arm around her shoulder.

“Where to, princess?”

“That party!” Annabeth whooped and raised her hands in the air, like an excited toddler. The couple walked down the hallway together arm in arm until they reached the elevator. Annabeth reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone. Messing up the password twice, she finally got in and immediately groaned while clicking something.


“Hm?” Percy said, half paying attention as he watched the elevator numbers go slowly down.

“Clarisse is at the party with all her fire frenzy friends…” Annabeth said, quite annoyed at the picture below her. “What are they gonna set on fire tonight and get out of because their parents are rich?” Percy laughed, leaning his head back against the elevator wall. He elbowed Annabeth slightly and gave her a warm smile.

“Don’t worry about them. Did you know over 85% of schools don’t look at parents' contributions money-wise? Those girls are going nowhere, trust me.”

“They’ll find a way…”

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The party was loud. Annabeth had wandered off somewhere while Percy went through flashcards on his phone. That boy will never stop.. She thought to herself, wandering around the giant house of whoever hosted the party. Many, many, MANY, people stared at her, wondering where her date was, but she simply ignored them and explored further. Walking up the stairs, she heard snickering from behind her.

“Are you lost? It seems your “Wise Boy” forgot about you.” Clarisse cackled, her minions mimicking her as well. “I can’t believe he's foolish enough to follow your little blonde ponytail here.”

If looks could kill, every single one of those girls would not be standing right now. Annabeth glared, her mind not thinking of a smart enough comeback. She simply turned and ignored the snickers again.

“This was so dumb…” She muttered to herself when she was finally out of earshot. She grabbed her phone and prepared to call Percy. She found his contact and clicked the bright green CALL button.
“Hey?” She said into the phone, her voice loud over the sound of the party.
“Hi.” Percy said, answering her call, sounding confused, “What's wrong, are you okay?!” He said, suddenly turning to panic.
Annabeth just shook her head and responded, “Can we go home? I ran into the fire bending girls…” She heard the breath hitch over the other line.

“Where are you?” Percy sounded serious, almost angry even. Annabeth answered with the stairs. Less than a minute later, Percy ran up, and grabbed her hand.

“Let’s get out of here. Quickly.”

“Why so fast?” Annabeth responded, hurrying to keep up with his jogging pace. “What did you do…” Percy just grinned.

“It’s what I call, ‘The water clog and run as fast as you can.’” Annabeth gasped, her face shocked, but also proud.

“You’re an idiot.”

PART 4: 401 WORDS

Frog stumbled into the main cabin, her yellow frog hat lopsided on her face. Her grin was large, and her eyes even bigger as she stared around the area. A raging fire set in the fireplace lit up the whole room in a beautiful orange glow. Brown leather chairs filled with blankets and pillows scattered the area all around, some even with dozed off campers. In a daze, Frog wandered over to the wall and ran her hand over the bookshelves lining them. Titles she’s never heard of caught her eye and short stories from past writing competitions looked amazing to read. SHe started to pick one up, but not before a voice said something.

“Hello!” Said a timid, but kind voice behind her. Frog turned and looked at a boy around her age. A fluff of ginger hair nearly missed his bright green eyes, and he gave a small wave to her.

“I'm Tad!” He smiled and Frog returned it.

“My name is Frog.” She replied to him, a laugh threatening to burst at their almost matching names. It seemed the boy had caught up to it too. He laughed.

“Hey…I’m tad like a tadpole, and you- you’re a frog!” He said, his voice bright with excitement at his discovery. Once their giggles died down he asked, “What cabin are you in?”

“Dystopian, what about you?” Frog responded, eyes wandering over to a large doorway marked, DAILY + WEEKLY SUBMISSIONS. She suddenly remembered, and gasped. She reached into her overall pocket and produced a crumpled up piece of paper; her daily writing from the day

”Jeez, you don't have much time to submit it!” Tad said, glancing at the giant clock that took up almost the whole ceiling. “Holy shoot, you have two minutes!” They both made eye contact…

And screamed.

“GO GO GO!” Tad yelped shoving frog into the room, her eyes were wide with excitement and also fear she wouldn't be in time. A dozed off leader was sitting in the chair behind the desk. Frog slammed the paper down and exclaimed ”It is done! Daily for the best cabin, dystopian!”

The leader tiredly turned it in, her eyes scanning the paper with an odd expression, and Frog and Tad high-fived to celebrate. The pair grinned at each other, not before the leader said,

“Uh, this is a recipe for a mango smoothie…not the daily.”

And Tad passed out.

JULY 5TH DAILY
305 WORDS

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“All of you have heard the saying, laughter is the best medicine, right?” I said to the crowd, easing my way towards the front of the stage. A thousand pairs of defeated eyes looked up at me and my mic. “But what if that was true?” My mouth cracked into a smile as I spoke the words every child loves to hear,

“I'll need a volunteer for this act.”

A hundred hands shot up, not even before my words registered to most. I raised my hand and picked a frail looking girl with bright blue eyes that sat far in the back. She made her way down the formed path- or should I say wheeled her way, as she looked back at the caretaker pushing her wheelchair. She couldn't get on the stage, so I went to the edge and dangled my feet down beside her. I handed her an extra mic.

“Hi there! What's your name?”

“I'm Cassie.” She answered, astonished by the faces in the crowd.

“Well hello Cassie! Now, what is your favorite animal?”

Based on her unicorn shirt and hair tie, I already guessed her answer before she shakily said it into the mic. I took a deep breath, hoping my magic would work once again.

“What do unicorns call their dads? POP CORN!” I said standing up with a grin. The sound of child laughter erupted from everyone in the room. I looked down at a giggling Cassie. “Why don't you try standing for me Miss. Cassie?” The caretaker gasped and looked offended by my question, but Cassie slowly stepped off the wheelchair, and stood up! The roof almost caved in from how long everyone gasped and screamed. Two ladies came over and wrapped the standing Cassie in a giant hug, and I slowly slipped backstage. Another job well done.