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Word goal: 7013 / 9000 words

Daily #1 : introduction

Hello! I’m Summer, and I’m super excited to be participating in SWC in the cabin Hi-Fi this month! I have participated in 2 SWC sessions previous to this one, the first (November 2021) I was in Contemporary and the second (March 2022) I was in Mythology.

Aside from writing, in my free time I love to read, draw, paint and play video games. Some books I read recently are the 4th book in the Harry Potter series and Smile by Raina (I’m going to spell this wrong) Telgemier xD. I’m really good at drawing and painting people and landscapes, but I absolutely cannot draw animals xD (don’t try to get me to draw a horse, it’ll end up looking like an elephant or a butterfly or anything but a horse). My favourite video games are google games and rando apps I downloaded on my phone. xD

Daily #4 (4th July)

Total words: 564

The beach (Ambiguous conversation), 294 words

BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP!! Katie groaned, as she did every morning when she woke up to her alarm clock. Let's check the weather forcarst, she thought to herself. Sunny with a 0% chance of rain, perfect for my triathlon! Oh- oh wait- what's this?? 48 degrees? I'm going to do terribly in the triathlon!! Hopefully the officials postpone it to another day.

Panicking, she quickly checked her messages. Phew - luckily it had been postponed to the following day. But unfortunately, now she would have nothing to do. Until suddenly, she had a brainwave. I'll text Harper and see if she wants to go out for icecream!

(Harper = friend) xD

A few hours later…

“*gasp* Katie”, Harper said breathlessly, with sweat dripping down her red face, “There's literally no icecream shops. Let's just give up, we've been searching and searching for ages.”

Katie usually wasn't one to lose hope, but for once, she agreed. “You're right. This is futile. But we've gotta cool down somehow. Got any ideas?”

Harper thought for a moment. “We could go to the beach? There are plenty of them, and they're all pretty close to here.”

Katie grinned. “What a fantastic idea!! Which one should we go to? My personal favourites are Seashell Beach and Stingray Beach.”

“How about the beach with the orange jumper?” Asked Harper.

“Huh? I'm so confused!!” Katie exclaimed.

“Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it like that!” Laughed Harper. “I forgot the name of the beach, but it was the one that I lost my orange jumper in that one time”.

“Oh, I see! Try to word things like that better next time.” Katie laughed. “Now let's not waste anymore time, I'm going to melt if I don't jump in the water in the next few minutes!”

What thing? (Vague conversation), 266 words

“Hey, Luca, can you get the thing for me? I'll give you extra pocket money” Mum said with a wink.

I eagerly looked up from my book. “Ooh, extra pocket money?! Thanks! Buut… what thing?” I inquired.

“Oh you know… the thing!” Mum said, as she furiously scrubbed the dishes.

“What. Thing?” I asked again.

“The, um, thing! Got that?” She asked

“Mum!” I said exasperatedly, “I do NOT understand what you want me to get for you!! Now can you just hurry up already and tell me, I'm up to a really good part of my book, and I really need to know what happens next!”

“Okay, okay! I'm trying to think of how to describe it. Hey, Ellie!” My mum called to my 6 and a half year-old sister, who had been sitting on the couch eating pretzels listening to our whole conversation.

“Yes Mum?” She asked.

“Can you tell me what the thing is, darling?”

“I mean, I would love for it to be icecream, but I'm not a mind reader, so I've got no idea lol, soz.” Ellie said carelessly.

I rolled my eyes at my sassy sister.

“Oh gosh, Ellie, can you please be helpful for once in your life!” Mum exclaimed.

I gasped. “It's not her fault, Mum! Like she said, she's not a mind reader!”

“Yeah, I guess you're right. Now, the thing… it's uh, rectangular
shaped, about this big…… Yeah sorry, not really sure how else to describe it, honey.” Mum said.

“Oh that's ok. At least now I don't have to get it!” I said happily.

Daily #5: proverbs

Total words: 501

Proverb: ‘all good things must come to an end’

“Time to go!” My dad yelled. I groaned. I really didn't want to go on another stupid camping trip with my family. We go every 4th weekend, and every trip was always the same - we arrive to the same old grungy campsite after what feels like months trapped in the car with my annoying brothers, and once we arrive we never do anything fun, including going to bed early.

I reluctantly climbed into the car, to an unpleasant surprise of one of my brothers launching a paper plane into my hair. “Jack!” I exclaimed, feeling very annoyed. “Sorry, Maya” he mumbled, only because he knew our parents were listening.

After about a million years, we finally arrived at the campsite. “You kids can go play for a while while your mum and I set up camp.” My dad said as we all got out of the car.

My brothers sprinted downhill to the creek. I didn't follow them. I wandered aimlessly around for awhile then finally settled myself on the hard ground under a tall, shady tree with my book. A few minutes later, a tall shadow emerged from behind the tree I was sitting under. I looked up and saw a girl with long, white-blonde, silk-like hair, ice-blue eyes, and a pastel blue dress. “Hello. My name's Skye.” she said. “What's yours?” “Hi, I'm Maya” I said. As I tried to think of something else to say, (unfortunately, small talk has never really been my thing), Skye asked me another question. “Where is your family staying? We're staying over there, near that big caravan. What about you?” “Where we always are” I groaned, pointing to a flat grassy area of the campsite. As soon as I finished talking, I heared my mum's voice - “Maya! Go get the boys, it's time for dinner”. “Okay, bye Maya! See you tomorrow?” Skye said. I nodded, smiling.

It was the next day. Skye and I were lying under the same shady tree, talking. ‘What’s your favourite colour?“ I asked. ”Blue, like the sky“ she laughed. ”What about you?“. ”Mine's always been mint green“ I answered.

I was so happy. I was finally enjoying my trip because for once, I wasn't bored, I had made a fantastic new friend. ”Look, the sun is setting!“ She groaned. ”I have to get back to my family“. ”Same“ I also groaned. ”See you tomorrow?“ She asked eagerly. Suddenly, a pang of realisation hit me. I was going home tomorrow. ”No“ I answered, tears filling my eyes. ”We're leaving early tomorrow morning. Before daybreak“. ”I have to leave you, my only friend I've ever made.“ Skye was quiet for a moment, then said, ”All good things must come to an end, I guess“. ”But I don't have to be the only friend you've ever made“ she gave me an encouraging smile. ”Thanks, Skye“ I hugged her. ”Maybe one day we'll see each other again“. ”Maybe", she grinned, then we dispersed and walked in different directions back to our families.

Word wars (since 9 July when I began keeping track of them lol)
(If they don’t make sense, that’s because they’re rushed and unedited xD)

137 words, 5 mins: “What do you mean you can travel through time?” I said, my mouth wide open in shock. “I can, and I’ll show you if you don’t believe me” Lucy insisted. “Follow me”. I followed her nervously, my heart pounding inside my chest. Lucy led me through a scary-looking secret room inside her house. It looked very futuristic, with many advanced-looking gadgets and gizmos adorning the walls. I had to slap myself to prove that this was not a dream. I kept walking behind her for a good 5 minutes until she found the time machine. “Here it is!” She said happily, pointing to a tall, black, cardboard box covered in bottle lids. “Did you make this yourself, Lucy?” I asked. “Nope”, Lucy replied, “It’s an antique that had been passed through my family for many, many years”.

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119 words, 5 mins: Bored out of my mind, I looked out of the front window of my house. I couldn’t believe it. A giant? I thought. Surely not. I must have been dreaming. I had recently read ‘The BFG’ by Roald Dahl, so this was probably true. Just in case (because seeing a giant for real life would be awesome) I asked my sister if she could see it too. “Lia!” I called out. “Lia, come look at this! Do you see it as well?” My sister walked over to where I was standing. “See what?” She answered. “Never mind” I sighed. I was probably dreaming. Either that, or I had some strange ability to see giants that no other human had.

Cabin wars

TOOT! I jumped as I heard the deafening sound of the train pulling into the station. “I- I'm not sure I can do this” I stammered, my cheeks burning up. What had I agreed to? “All aboard to London!” Called the train driver. “It's alright, I know you can do this, Estelle” My best friend Rose smiled. “You've always been the bravest person I know”. “Thank you” I smiled starting to relax, then quickly hurried into my very empty carriage on the train, just as the train horn sounded again, as it began getting ready to leave. But then all my worried, nervous feelings came back as my head quietly reminded me why I was here in the first place. ‘'You’re going to save the world'' it said quietly. “Save the world from a zombie apocalypse”. “The world chose you, so you must be up for it”.

It only took 30 minutes to get to London, where the arising apocalypse was already beginning to wreak havoc. Everywhere you looked, there were zombies, and white-faced people screaming. If you looked up, there was a big TV announcing all the deaths. “You can help them” My brain reminded me again. “You have the power to fix all of this, and save the world!” (211 words)

Writing competition entry

Connected

The girl sat alone, gazing into the countryside, seated on nothing but muddy, watery grass. The contents of an old drawstring bag, and her tatted, wrinkled clothes were her only possessions. Above her, the sky was as heavy as the weight of her worries; raindrop after raindrop after raindrop plummeted down from the clouds, they rolled off her hair, then down her back, then down to the ground, each one slowly contributed to the many large, cloudy puddles around her. Pulling out a diary that said ‘Rosemary’ on the cover, a pen and a slice of bread from her bag, she rested her back against a tree, then opened her diary and began to write: Dear diary, if my life wasn't already miserable, it is now. I've chewed through all the money that kind lady gave me not so long ago, how I regret it, and my heart is aching for Mother. Furthermore, fortune never favours me, even when it comes to the clouds. Wherever I go, they're always there, it's like their following me, stalking me. And whenever I look around, everyone else is dry, the sky above them is clear. I guess it's just another sign from the universe that no one cares. I better stop writing now, this page is now saturated, the ink is now bleeding and each word is becoming partially illegible as soon as it's written. Yours, Rosemary.

Miles away, a woman sat alone on a park bench in the city layered in old blankets, watching the world go by. The sky was as heavy as the weight of her worries. She was only in her thirties, but her tired eyes and wrinkles made it easy for anyone think she was at least sixty. It had been two years since the family house burnt down, and she hadn't seen her husband or daughter since. From her hand-knitted bag, she pulled out a pen, and a diary that said 'Beatrice’ on the cover. Opening the book to a blank page, she gasped, for before her very eyes was a diary entry written by someone called Rosemary. She screamed, causing everyone around her to stare.

Then five minutes later, she screamed again, the sentence ‘Mother, I miss you’ was writing itself.

“Are… are you a ghost?” She whispered to the page.

An eerie silence followed by ‘Mother, please, where are you… I miss you’. Once again, the sentence wrote itself.

She read the diary entry again. Hmm, Rosemary… that was the name of her daughter! Could this be her very own daughter writing these messages? Or maybe she was hallucinating, two years of not speaking to anyone had changed her.

Beatrice put down her pen and wrote ‘Who are you? Her fingers trembled so badly that all the letters went crooked.

Her daughter Rosemary screamed in shock. She had been writing to herself about how much she missed her Mother, when minutes later a short message wrote itself on the paper. How could that have happened??

'Rosemary? This is Beatrice, your mother’ she wrote.

Rosemary slapped herself, surely she was dreaming. Ouch. She wasn't. After all those years… and in the most unlikely way possible… ’Yes Mother, it’s me, Rosemary!! Where are you?' She wrote, smiling so hard her face hurt. Looking up at the sky, she realised it was clear for the first time in years.

The sky also cleared over Beatrice’s head, as she smiled for the first time in what felt like eternity.

581 words
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Acknowledgements

Thank you so much to @wilde-gray and @-Chocoloco- for the wonderful critique! <33

Daily: 25/07/22

Intro for Mystery

You slowly and stealthily tiptoe into your younger sister's room, careful not to make any sudden loud noises that might awake her. It's three in the morning, but you really need to find out if it WAS your sister who stole your hairbrush. Now that you're inside her room, you shine your torch everywhere, of course being careful that the light doesn't shine in your sisters' eyes. Nothing yet. You decide to take a closer and more thorough approach, searching every square centimeter of her room. You check her floor, her drawers, her desk, and even her bathroom. Still nothing. But what about her bed! You walk over to it and shine the torch around the entire bed. Oh wait. You accidentally shine the torch into your sister's eyes, forgetting the most important thing - being sneaky!

136 words

Daily: 29/07/22

Beginning (@sunsetskies-) walking in the rain to the library with your best friend. Conflict (@graceobrien13) you lost your stamp collection. Setting (@sunsetskies-) the library. Climax (@graceobrien13) an argument between two friends. Ending: two friends are looking for the stamp collection.

Kayla and I were running to the library, trying to escape the intense rain.

We arrive at the library, soaking wet but relieved. We rub our feet on the doormats and walk into the library. “Come on, we can't just sit here staring at the wall” Kayla says, as I slump on the couch with a bored expression painted on my face. “Look around! What is the obvious thing to do?” I knew what the obvious thing Kayla was talking about, but I would never think of reading, I find it so boring. “Read, you idiot! R-e-a-d!” Says Kayla exasperatedly.

“I know, I know, but I really hate reading!” I say, annoyed. “Did you not know that?”

“What? I never knew that! I don't think you've ever told me!” She says.

“Really? Well how about I show you my stamp collection?” I suggest.

Kayla groans, “I'd much rather read, but sure, at least it'll pass the time.”

I grin, and lead her to a medium-sized wooden table next to the non-fiction shelves. I pull out a fat book that has “Stamp Collection” printed on the front. “This is my stamp collection” I say proudly, gently placing it on the wooden table. “W-why is it in the library?” Kayla asks, confused. “You said this was YOUR stamp collection”. I smile mischievously. “Technically, it isn't. For some reason, they had a blank stamp collection here, so I descided to filled it out.”

“Are you serious?” Says Kayla, “Someone probably lost it here, and you've gone and filled it out without attempting to find the original owner!”

“I'm really sorry, Kayla, but I didn't think of that! And anyway, I started using it two months ago, so the owners' probably forgotten about it anyway!” I say.

“BUT IT'S STILL NOT THE RIGHT THING TO DO!!” Kayla screams.

The librarian gives us a disapproving look.

“I SEE THAT NOW, BUT WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT THAT IT WASN'T MY FAULT, BECAUSE I DIDN'T THINK OF THAT!!!” I yell at the top of my voice.

People start gathering around us to watch, as if never in their lives they've seen two people fight.

“WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK A BIT MORE, HOW ABOUT THAT? YOUR ACTIONS ALWAYS HAVE CONSEQUENCES.” Kayla screams.

“WELL MAYBE I'M NOT AS SMART AS YOU, BUT AT LEAST I'M NOT MEAN LIKE YOU ARE, KAYLA ROSE!”

“WELL MAYBE I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND ANYMORE, LILY SMITH!”

“FINE!”

“FINE!”

I angrily pick up my jumper and start to walk off, until Kayla calla me back.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“The stamp collection… it's… gone!” Says Kayla.

“We have to find it, I put hours of effort into it!” I say, panicked, as we frantically race around the library.

453 words

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