Official Thank Yous

Birdi and Robin
I've already told you two but you guys are amazing! I know how hard it is to host a camp, much less one this big. You both must be under so much pressure but you handle it well. You guys are kind, responsible, and everything I want to be as a co-leader. You do so much and dedicate so much time and effort to making SWC run. Without you two, SWC would fall apart.

Soki and Jess
I had such a fun time co-leading with you two! You both are creative, kind and fun to be around. You guys are amazing leaders and I know the campers look up to you. Thanks for making my first co-leading experience fun and worthwhile. I hope to see you guys again in the future!

My Amazing Campers
You guys are awesome! You were really active and encouraging to each other and to the leading team. You helped make my first co-leading experience awesome! I hope to see you guys again soon!

Moss
Moss, leader of our hostile neutrals. Even when we were arguing and teasing each other, I know we both only wanted the best for each other's cabins. You're one of my best friends and, believe it or not, I'm really happy that your cabin did so well. I think our friendly rivalry was one of my favourite parts of this session. I hope we can participate in SWC together again! (Hopefully, I'll also see you in JWC. )

Everyone
Y'all are great and I've made so many friends through SWC. I hope to see you guys next session!

Fan-fi is by far the most amazing cabin. First things first, their cabin is very organized. They have a link to the Main Cabin, The Megathread, The Mythfic Sibling Hangout, The Mythfic Sibling RP, The Marketplace (more on that later), AND Cabin-wide Announcements. The description is well sorted, no mistakes (grammatically). Now, every cabin has a currency, correct? Well, the Fan-fi currency is anomalies (❃). What a beautiful name, and a beautiful shape. To earn them, there are rewards for completing in-cabin activities (in-cabin dailies, in-cabin weeklies, one thread of RP in the mythfic RP, and doing a game in the Mythfic hangout.), rewards for completing Main cabin activities (main cabin dailies, main cabin weeklies, winning or losing a word war, doing the writing competition.), reaching certain word goals (writing a thousand words, reaching your word goal.), and finally, rewards for taking care of yourself (sleeping before 10:30, drinking four glasses of water in a day, and exercising for one hour.). Now, you might be wondering, what can you do with these anomalies? Well, glad you asked, because I am moving on to the best marketplace in the whole of SWC, The Marketplace. Think the name sounds plain? Wait till you see (or read) what it's like. Yes it’s very chaotic. Aren’t they all? But here, we can buy what we want with our precious anomalies. You can buy your writing critiques, and improve on your skills by a short bio and a few hundred anomalies, personalized banners to add to your threads, spreading the glory of Fan-fi! Amazing matching PFP’s, showing you are a true fan-fier. It also has announcements, anomalie counts, Links, and Credits, to show their gratitude to everyone who helped! All in all, it is the most glorious, amazing cabin to ever walk this session!

Daily 7/28

Which cabin is the best in SWC? This age-old question has been fought long and hard over since the very dawn of camp, with no absolute conclusion ever being drawn. One could even argue what constitutes a good cabin: an interesting storyline, good leaders, active campers, or motivating incentives. This session, however, one cabin has risen up and above, proving without a doubt that they truly are the best of the best: Sci-fi.

To begin with, Sci-fi has an amazing team of leaders. Alyelle, Zai, Kenna, and Mech are all wonderful individuals who really are there to make sure that their campers are having fun. Whether it’s individualized messages in word count studios or painstakingly crafted “bribery,” these leaders go out of their way to offer Sci-fiers support and encouragement. They are succeeding in their efforts, too - the entire cabin shares a sense of happy chaos, true to the spirit of SWC. Who wouldn’t have a good time in a hacking ring like this?

Then there is the in-cabin storyline. In order to save their kidnapped friend, Sci-fi must hack into the corrupt government’s computer servers and find clues via hangman puzzles. This is a well-crafted plot in several ways. “Ethical hacking” is an intriguing theme, bound to be popular with most campers, not to mention that it works very well with the genre of science fiction. Additionally, the hangman game manages to be fun and engaging while still prioritizing success in the camp-wide leaderboard. Campers are not overwhelmed by in-cabin activities and writing prompts; instead, they can focus their efforts on main cabin dailies and weeklies, then use those words to move along the Sci-fi narrative. It may not be intricate or complicated, but sometimes that is the best kind of storyline to have.

Finally, Sci-fi has camper incentives. This “bribery,” as Alyelle calls it, comes in the form of gorgeous matching icons, drawn by the cabin leader herself. (Outside of SWC, @Berricake is famous for her very impressive art skills.) The Sci-fi icons are personalized to look like their user or their user’s OC; the order form allows campers to pick physical characteristics such as hair style, eye color, and skin tone. There is also a choice of outfit, accessories, and background, making each finished drawing truly unique. The amount of effort poured into these icons is truly astounding. It would be a lie to say that campers from other cabins aren’t the tiniest bit jealous of Sci-fi because of their matching profile pictures. Who wouldn’t complete the weekly for a chance to earn personalized art like those?

The debates over cabin superiority will never die. They are an inevitable part of SWC, after all. What would this camp be without the constant cries of “My cabin is better than yours!” and the heated arguments that ensue? Still, if only for this one session, Sci-fi is the best. Campers, leaders, cos, and hosts may squabble all they want over the matter. But Sci-fi is the best.

Celia stared sullenly out the window of her – no, her parents’ – limousine, not her’s.
“Miss Celia-” Her chauffeur, Jameson spoke up, breaking the heavy silence.
“Don’t. Even. Start.” Celia hissed, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. He opened his mouth to say something more, then closed it again when he saw Celia's glare.
They rode together in silence for a few more minutes. Jameson focusing on driving, Celia watching the endless green pastures and fields go by.
Finally, Celia broke the silence. “Ugh, how much longer until we arrive? I may not want to go, but at least it’s better than sitting in this vehicle for hours.” She whined.
“Not much longer.” Jameson –ever patient– replied calmly. “Just around this bend.”
The school suddenly loomed in front of them. Palace would have been a better word for it. It was a building that would have made most fairies, even princesses, gasp with awe. The crystal towers twirled up into the sky, seeming to glow a cotton candy pink in the sunlight. Silver gates surrounded the property, spanning too far to see the end. There had to be 6 buildings visible from the front and at least a dozen more hidden from view. Fairies flitted around the campus, all wearing uniforms with their own unique spin.
The sight didn’t impress Celia. To her, it just solidified her belief that this school was full of prissy lower classes.
The limo rolled to a stop and Celia waited with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, the only indication of her nervousness. She would never admit it to anyone, not even to herself, but she was nervous about meeting all the new people.
Jameson opened her door, giving her a sweeping bow. “We have arrived, Miss Celia.”
“Yes, I can see that.” Celia knew she was being rude but didn’t want him to suspect how she really felt. So, to disguise her true feelings, she held her head up high and gracefully exited the car.
In her peripheral vision, she spotted a few students stop and stare, which immediately made her feel self-conscious. Hiding her fear, she held her head up even higher and stared straight ahead. She felt slightly silly standing there while Jameson grabbed her luggage.
And soon enough, the whispers reached her.
Do you see her outfit?
Are you kidding, look at all her luggage!
I hear she’s a princess!
She looks stuck up enough to be one.
Did you see how she turned her nose up at us?
What a snob.

Celia bit her lip, hoping no one noticed the tears pricking her eyes. Jameson shut the trunk and rolled the cart over to her.
“Shall we head in, Miss Celia?” he grunted as he shifted a large duffel bag to prevent it from sliding off.
“Yes,” Celia tightened her jaw and glared at all the onlookers. They already thought she was a snob, so why should she pretend differently? She ascended the marble staircase, with Jameson following behind, struggling to keep the cart upright.
Celia reached the huge, oak, double doors and waited for someone to open them for her. No one moved. “Jameson!” she shrieked.
“Coming, Miss Celia.” Jameson’s voice was strained as he heaved the cart up the stairs, somehow managing not to let anything fall.
“Hurry up!” Celia whined, tapping her foot impatiently.
Jameson finally reached the top of the staircase where Celia waited. He was obviously out of breath but hurried to hold open the door for her, as he had been trained to do.
She walked inside, not looking at Jameson. He followed, dragging the cart through the door.
“Oh, you must be Miss Celia Tupperboon!” A rotund woman exclaimed, appearing from behind a counter. She reached out to take Celia’s hand then withdrew it at seeing Celia’s icy glare.
“I’m Ms. Wattledorb. I run this school.” She straightened. “Follow me and I’ll show you to your room.”
“I don’t take orders from anyone,” Celia said with an air of superiority.
“Well, you’re going to have to get used to it, young lady-” Ms. Wattledorb seemed to remember who she was talking to. “I’m mean, of course. I just thought you would be more comfortable in your rooms rather than standing out here.” she glanced around at all the students watching the exchange.
“Fine.” Celia could feel her cheeks heating up but hoped no one else noticed.
She followed Ms. Wattledorb out of the registration building with Jameson trailing behind. They walked across the campus and approached an oak tree.
“Is this where I’ll be staying?” The disgust in Celia’s voice was obvious as she stared at the large tree.
“In a way,” Ms. Wattledorb gave a thin smile, it was obvious she was losing her patience with Celia’s attitude. She reached up and grabbed a rope dangling down. She tugged it once and Celia heard a wooshing sound. A second later, a silver orb landed in front of them. Celia shrieked a little and stepped back. Ms. Wattledorb seemed to be hiding a grin as she tapped the side of the orb and stepped inside as a door slid open. “What are you waiting for? Get in.”
Celia stepped inside, hiding her awe. Even her home didn’t have anything like this. Jameson had to wait below as the orb couldn’t hold them all and the cart at the same time.
The orb shot up and Celia shrieked a little. She scowled when she caught Ms. Wattleborb smirking at her. Ms. Wattledorb quickly looked away, causing Celia to smile. Good. She should know that I have the power to get this stupid school shut down.
The orb stopped so suddenly, the force of it making Celia jerk and stumble. She had just enough time to raise her hands before colliding with the shiny metallic floor. She got up, holding her head high and not meeting Ms. Wattledorb’s eyes. Ms. Wattledorb stepped out and Celia followed her. She had barely set foot on the polished oak floor before something came hurtling at her.
“Help!” She shrieked, squirming.
But whatever had flown at her had latched on and was not going to be removed that easily.
Celia squeezed her body as small as she could make it and slid down to the floor, successfully escaping. She spun around to face whatever had attacked her. It was another girl!
“Hi!” She gabbed Celia’s hand and shook it enthusiastically, her blond curls bouncing up and down as she did.
Celia’s nose wrinkled and she quickly withdrew her hand.
The girl didn’t seem to notice Celia’s discomfort and continued on with her enthusiastic chatter. “I’m Layla! You must be Cindy, our new roomie! Nice to meet you!”
“It’s… Celia.” Celia said disdainfully, then she caught the rest of what the girl –Layla– had said. “Wait, we? And what do you mean by roomies?” She shuddered when she said the last word, roomies, ick.
“Me and Amira, she’s our other roomie. You’ll like her! She’s really nice!” Layla briefly paused for breath before continuing on. “Which bedroom do you want? There are three, me and Amira got here yesterday but slept in the living room because we didn’t want to choose rooms without you and leave you with a room you really hate.”
Celia’s head spun. The girl spoke in one long, run-on sentence. The only time she stopped was to take a breath.
“I don’t want roomie– roommates.” Celia almost snarled. She had never been forced to share a room with anyone in her life. And now she would be living with two girls who she had just met!? No, actually she had only met one. She hadn’t even seen the other girl. She turned to Ms. Wattlesdorb.
“I demand my own room– dorm– tree– whatever this is!” She motioned with her hands to the glass dome around them.
“I’m sorry, princess,” Ms. Wattlesdorb said princess with sarcasm, even though Celia really was a princess. “But you are staying here with Layla and Amira.” She walked away with a sense of finality.
“Wait!” Celia called. But Ms. Wattlesdorb ignored and soon she was gone, shot downward in the silver orb.

Weekly! SusWC
PATHS TAKEN: 4-1, 102-1, 7-3, 6-1, 5-4, 81-2, 2-2, 3-2, 1-1, 9-3 | SABOTAGE RESULTS: 2- F, 3- F, 6- S;8- S;1- F, 7- S;4- F, 5- S;9- S | ENDING: neutral
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https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/717766362/ - my photo proof thing

One bright morning, Yui woke up, after a dream about strawberries! Yui loved strawberries! Give her a couple nice ones and she’ll be happy! She especially likes strawberry milkshakes. Their flavor is yum! Well, after Yui went to the bathroom and got all ready and stuff, she went on over for breakfast! Which was…toast! Toast is okay, pancakes are better! Yui thought. She finished up her toast and walked outside to check on her plants! Her wheatgrass was taller! The beans looked like they were sprouting. Her dad lets her go to the theater, because they’ve finished constructing it, and it sounded cool! It was also quite nearby.
Yui ponders through, looking around the theater. Right when she takes a step, a trap way opens and Yui slips into the dark depths. She hears muffled sounds.

“Is…….one?” a voice speaks. Another whispers and turns on the flashlight they have. They nod. Then they switch on the real light. “Hello, child. I am Rob Ross(he/him), and here’s my partner, Mickey(he/him)! He’s a bit quiet, but don’t mind!” Rob introduces. Yui’s head is spinning. What was she doing here?
“W-why am I h-here..?” Yui shivers. She just realized how cold it was. “My family will be worried!”
“We’ll inform them! Well dear child, you are the…Chosen One! You must master the arts and save Gardenia from grave danger!” Rob squeaked out. Yui asked what Gardenia was. “It’s where me and Mick live, and it’s wilting, ‘cause it’s a flower!!” Yui gasped!

“I’m not sure,” Yui tells them. Mick tries to persuade. It definitely works! Just like a charm! But Yui does seem much sadder! “I’ll definitely help!” Yui sobs. Yui loved plants, so you can count on her when situations are very serious like this. Yui was definitely going to help now, and she was excited!

Proud of:
-my wheatgrass growing(7/27/2022 update: watermelon + beans growing!)
-all the plants we have
-watching video gaming on tv!
-doing scratch
-participating in S.W.C.!

Yui remembers the last time this happened on vacation in New York. She was taking a little stroll, and got kidnapped and put in a sack! She was stumbling and tripping, and the room, well, she couldn’t even see that! She was really scared and didn’t know what to do! The ground felt like millions of pieces of string! A little later, the light turned on! The sack on Yui was pulled off. She was in a blue room that looked something like a bedroom, but no bed. There was one woman inside with her. The woman was mumbling and taking things out of her purse. It looked like she was taking out a laptop and a mini modern-looking griddle. Yui was even more scared! Would she be cooked into a pancake?

“Dear Ms. Yui, I need your help. My kingdom, Breadytopia, is in danger. RudoBreadville is corrupting our pastries, muffins, cakes, and bread! Please help! It’s very easy! Also, my name is Brie,” the woman stated quite royally (Yui thinks she’s fancy). Of course, when things are very easy and Yui is not sleeping or reading books, she will most likely help, and so she did (Yui simply nodded because she wasn’t feeling the need to speak) “Okay! Simply place your hand on this, your palm down, like here(the griddle thing). A bit more to the center, oh yes. Now I’m going to spray some of this on you so your hand won’t move. Okay let me just, like type this up on my laptop. Okay, I’m done! Okay, I’ll spray this so you can remove your hand,” the lady finished. She then let Yui go back to continue to enjoy her stroll!

Yui thinks about herself. Yui is special because she likes plants(her wheatgrass is taller and beans are sprouting!). She also likes video gaming! When people need help and they ask when she’s not busy, she will most likely help! Yui is motivated to help because then she will feel good (and so they’ll stop bugging her to do it). Yui is scared of spiders, and a few characters from mainly live-action movies which will not be named here. She also has some fear of night, but not much. Yui does the things she does because a) it makes her feel good and b) nobody will bug her or get mad at her for not helping.(she doesn’t like people bugging her. A lot.)

“You're listening, kiddo? I said that when you cross the portal, which is behind Mick, you might get severely injured, so yeah. I’ve heard you can crack your skull, but the farthest I’ve gone is a broken leg. For Mick, he now has a broken wrist,” Rob spoke. Yui was out of her thoughts and screaming(Mick covered his ears)! Yui is so scared now! She’d never needed to go to the emergency room, was today the day? The most hurt she’d got(as far as she recalls) was a bloody knee! And it was at school, which made the situation instantly better! Yui is a bit unsure, but she’s already said yes!
Mick notices Yui’s expression. He starts to speak quietly, “Did you know, I used to live in Pollutionia, and I just didn’t feel right over there, like I didn’t belong there at all. All I wanted to do was belong somewhere! I tried to make my gray, cracky, and crumbling home smell a lot better, and be more…flowery! But all the flowery flowers wilted and the lavender-lemon air freshener made it smell worse. I lived there for fifteen whole years of my life! I used to be really cheerful and loud, but Pollutionia made me so quiet. The rules there were not fair, and sometimes I wondered if they only accepted people who like trash and smog and air pollution. They actually only accept people who like trash and smog and air pollution. So I was banished for my whole life. One person wanted me to starve in jail, another wanted to eat me. But I was banished, with only a couple edible mushrooms and my favorite wilted plant, Flurry. A new home seemed hopeless. But after traveling miles and miles, I found Gardenia! One step in, I knew I would live there. I actually belonged there. That was my dream,” Yui and Rob sob uncontrollably. Yui is NOT unsure anymore(told you Mick was good at persuading)!

Let’s peer into Rob’s first person mind: I always lived in Gardenia. Since well…forever! It’s my one and only home. I don’t have any stories like Mick’s, I’ve lived in Gardenia for forever(I just noticed I’m always saying forever). I seem like some chill guy wearing a pineapple shirt but I want to be a poet, and write deep stuff. About pizza and little guppies. You get it? Gardenia is chock full of inspiration! There’s edible flowers, dried apples(favorite!), Pineberries(so good!), and delicious bread! Somebody’s house has inspiration for 2005500100000079 poems(I actually wrote that many for my house)! After learning Gardenia was wilting, I figured it out! We needed human warmth to bring Gardenia back to life (For 2 minutes, Yui will be real cold, and then go back to normal when harnessing the warmth)! The bad guys who wilted Gardenia are absolutely TERRIFIED of humans, which is a great added bonus, so they won’t come back! I thought this was a perfect plan. But it had a problem. How do you get a human? Because of this, Mick and I built a portal to Earth in about…a month. We finished just in time! Gardenia was 3.5 hours away from, well, being gone and wilting completely. We ran straight into the portal(we bashed our heads because we forgot to turn it on). Yui here was the first human that came walking in our path. Mick certified her a human and we claimed her to be the Chosen One. She doesn’t realize how important this is. So now we are in the present, trying to get Yui to come to Gardenia. She seems convinced, but I’m scared she’ll decide 10 seconds until Gardenia’s forever wilted to go back, so what should I do? Life is hard with all these choices! When I was a kid, it was always pineapple or pickle. Easy choice: pickle. But now: will Gardenia be saved or not? Unknown. But Yui seems okay, so I’ll risk it.

Yui sits, Mick checks the portal, and Rob thinks. Yui has a flashback. She is on vacation in Disneyland. The sun shined bright and the sky was cloudless. The ground was finally trash-free; she had slipped on bananas one too many times. She got some cotton candy as well as a ticket for the roller coaster that she had forgotten the name of. As she approached the ride, she got more and more nervous. What if she fell off? Those loop-de loops looked unsafe. But she really had wanted to go on! She rushed to the ride, gave her ticket, and buckled up on a seat. The ride was a suspension one. It slowly went higher and higher. Yui felt scared and worried. She didn’t feel good. But she didn’t feel like vomiting, at least. She ate a toffee. The flavor usually calmed her down. But then, it came. The fall. She was screaming. Then the loop-de loops. She was screaming. Then they were climbing up again. Slowly. Yui calmed down. She was feeling better. But guess what? Afterwards, it was the most humongous fall in the world! She swallowed her toffee and gulped. Would she survive? Before she could answer, the ride stopped. Yui put her hands on the ground, “Beautiful, sweet ground!! I love you!” Surrounding people stared. Yui didn’t care. She was so happy to be touching this precious cement ground after that scary ride. She stood up, ran back to her family, and narrated everything.

“You’re lucky you didn’t vomit! I would’ve!” her dad exclaimed. Yui felt less like a scaredy-cat now. She, after that, bought a sandwich to eat for lunch, as well as some lemonade. She was feeling much better now. She pulled on her jacket, as it was getting a bit more chilly. She had a bite of her sandwich, the cheese melting on her mouth. The lemonade made her feel less baffled. She checked her phone. Her friends were somewhere in New York, Japan, and India. But she was here, where she just survived the most traumatizing rollercoaster.

“Yui, I think you can help us…? But you should first meet Mit(she/her)! She’s been in Gardenia for six years and is famous for her beautiful plays in our national sport, crabapple toss! She’ll be accompanying us because she was nosy and fell in the portal!” Rob interrupted Yui’s flashback. Mit was currently listening to some music, as she was wearing headphones.

“OODLES OF NOODLES MANGOS ARE TASTY PINK FLUFFY UNICORNS DANCING ON A RAINBOW AHHHHHHHHHHH!” Mit screamed suddenly. Mick pulled the headphones off her. Mit’s ears were red. “W-what? I was just singing!” Mit tried to look innocent. Mick threw her in the portal and made her go home. Mick clearly scolded her.

Mick: Finally! She was scowling in my pocket!
Yui: Did she scratch you?
Mick: Almost.
Rob: Hey, guys! I wrote a poem! But it’s fanfiction about my favorite book, ‘Cooking Stew!’:
Rob: The Apples were burnt
So they tried something new
Banana, for example, would taste great in this stew!
The bananas turned mushy, they needed something good!
The daddy said, “Carrot!” and carrot they did,
And the stew was as good as new!

“Great!” Yui said. It was beautiful, really! But then her eyes blink. Where was she? “Who are you guys? M-my family will be worried!”
“Ugh. The usual amnesia. Always happens when meeting new people from different places outside of Earth. Mick, would you use your dictionary and find the word to bring her back to the present?” Rob groans. Mick fishes the dictionary from his backpack. He starts looking through. Rob gives Yui a piece of candy, which Yui grimaces at.

“Why’re you giving me gum? I don’t eat gum, it’s satisfying, but really unhealthy!” Yui says. She’d much rather have some cookies.
“Toffee!” Mick screams. Yui pops to the present. She starts talking about Rob’s poem. They let her go on until she hadn’t had anything more to say.
“Yui, we’re going to go through the portal!” Rob exclaims. He counts to three, and they all jump in. The sensation, to Yui, was weird. It felt like someone was tickling her, but it didn’t feel ticklish. Yui’s ankle was hurting quite hard(definitely from the portal crossing). She tried to speak, but nobody seemed to listen. Mick looked like he was getting some sleep. Rob was just staring in the distance. The portal was rainbow, and was shimmering. Specks of confetti were falling down. She felt like she was in a party, in the center, just having fun with her friends. But then, just like that, they were somewhere else. In a room. It was cluttered with moldy sandwiches, blueprints, tools, and nuts and bolts of sorts. “This is our workshop! Sorry for the…messy greeting.” Rob seems to be more cheerful.

“Okay, where we need to go is about four hours away.” Mick says. He points to a castle in the distance. Yui no way wanted to go that far! Her ankle was throbbing with pain. Mick notices(he notices everything). He puts a bandage there, nice and securely. “Now are you okay with walking?” Mick asks. Yui nods her head. She looked at the castle, which was dazzling. Simply dazzling. It glimmered, even so far, and there was a flower on the top, almost colorless. This place looked so dim and plain, now that she noticed that. Then Yui heard footsteps.

“HIYA! I’LL BE YUI’S TOUR GUIDE!” Mit screeched. She had changed into a glittery shirt covered with sequins, a crisp yellow jacket, and leaf pants dusted with more glitter. “I’ll be quieter,” Mit whispered. Mick nodded to her. Mit led them outside, gaining speed after looking at the wilted flower. She, in her haste, tripped over a rock. She dusted her knee and muttered something. The injury vanished. “I was born in Healia, so I can heal stuff with magic.”

An hour later, flowers came into view. There were lotus’, lilies, daisies, magnolias, and a closed dried apple stand. The seller was on vacation. Rob licked his lips at the sight of it. Yui’s tummy then started to grumble. Mick handed her a bar.

“What is this?” Yui questioned.

“An Everlasting Gummy Bar. Imagine something, and it tastes like that. Lasts for years.” Mick was a bit quieter than usual. They continued to walk. Yui plainly tasted it. It tasted like gummies. Yui imagined strawberry milkshakes. It tasted like strawberry milkshakes! She was keeping this!

Throughout the journey, as Yui was sucking her gummy bar, she wondered, What are they gonna do to me to save Gardenia? I feel like it’s another scan thing, but who knows? I’m really excited! Yui looks at the lavender on the sides of the road, and notices the color is just white. Not purple. The sky even looks sad. A couple tears fall down Mit’s face. Rob looks as if he was going to start crying too. Mick was just walking, though his head was looking down. Then Mit speaks.

“This is it. Here’s the castle.” The tears are gone, and everyone’s hope is now at the fullest.
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Yui | likes cheese | is cool

Poetry For The Win!!!!

*there may be typos or stuff, which I am sorry about

Weekly #4 -
Begin a story any way you like, but keep it around 100 words:
Piper looked down the hallway of the Main Cabin and she found it surprisingly empty. There were a couple of campers hanging around but there was nowhere near the amount of people that there usually were. She wondered where everyone was, but shrugged it off, going towards the room where the weekly was posted up so that she could start to work on it. As she walked through the rooms she was worried by the fact that there was very little light… What on Earth was going on? Where was everybody?
(91 Words)

Write at least 200 words, where all of the events in your story up until this point have been a dream:
Just as she had opened the door to the weekly room and was about to walk inside,everything went black and suddenly she woke up in her bed inside of the Script Cabin. She shot up in her bed and looked around for a moment, trying to get her bearings. She heard people bustling around in Script and she realized that the empty Main Cabin and dark creepy hallways must have been some kind of a crazy dream. She shook her head as she tried to clear it, it had seemed so real and she had been certain it was reality. Nonetheless, it obviously hadn’t been and now she had to get going on her day. She hadn’t been very active in the last couple of days and she needed to start working on upping her word count and getting more points for her cabin.
Piper started to slowly walk through the Script Cabin, watching her campers and fellow co-leaders milling around, writing, chatting, or just relaxing in the Shakesphere themed cabin. As she walked, she wondered what could have led her to dream about an empty Main Cabin and dark hallways with nobody there. Was it meant to represent something? Or had it just been something random brought on by her lack of a healthy sleep schedule? She couldn’t be sure.
(222 Words)

Sabotage Prompt: Take a break from the weekly and do something else creative for 15 minutes
I practiced two songs for theatre for 15 minutes!! (My audition song and a song for my performance team)

Write for five minutes, incorporating styles or script, poetry or fanfiction:

(PIPER walks into the MAIN CABIN)
(There are only a couple of people that are walking around, but not too many)
(PIPER spots her friend MOSS across the way)

PIPER
Hi Moss! How are you?

MOSS
Piper, hi! I’m doing really good! How are you?

PIPER
Great! I was just about to start working on my weekly!

MOSS
Ooh awesome! I was about to do the same thing!

PIPER
Great! Want to walk over to the room together?

MOSS
Yeah of course! I’d love to!

(MOSS and PIPER begin to walk to the WEEKLY ROOM and begin making small talk)

PIPER
How has Myth been doing?

MOSS
Really well! (With a laugh) Keeping first place as always!

PIPER (Fake annoyed)
Not for long, Script is coming for your spot!

MOSS (Good naturedly)
You wish!
(134 Words)

Sabotage Prompt: Take break from the weekly and listen to music or look at art for ten minutes without doing anything else
I listened to music for about 10 minutes! (I think it was a little more than that)

One character has ulterior motives, write at least 200 words where the character reveals that:
Piper and Moss were walking to the weekly room, but as they were talking, Piper couldn’t help but notice that something was off about the way that Moss was acting.. She couldn’t really put her finger on it, but there was something that seemed off about her friend. She wasn’t sure and she tried to chalk it up to herself just being kind of paranoid or that she was misreading something that Moss was doing. No matter how hard she tried to figure it out as the two of them were walking to the weekly room, she just couldn’t figure out what it was that was bothering her about Moss’s behavior.
Suddenly, as the two of them were walking past a storage closet in the Main Cabin hallway, Moss opened the door and she gently pushed Piper into the closet, closing the door behind her and seemingly putting something in front of it so it couldn’t be opened.
“Moss! What are you doing?” Piper exclaimed, trying to open the door and banging on it trying to open it to no avail.
“Sorry Piper!” Moss cried from the other side of the door. “Can’t risk Script moving up!” Piper could hear the genuine apologeticness in her voice, but she knew she probably wouldn’t be opening the door right now.
“Moss! Let me out!” Piper yelled. There was no response… Moss had left.
(231 Words)

Sabotage Prompt: Take a break from the weekly and do nothing for fifteen minutes
I laid on my bed for fifteen minutes!

Get 3 words from 3 different campers and incorporate all 9 words into a story, writing for 10 minutes (Words: Cold, Spectacular, Apricot, Instability, Forwardness, Staircase, Socks, Pie, Flower)
Piper was of course a little confused, but she tried to put that out of her mind and just try and figure out a way out of the room. She rubbed up and down her arms as she looked around the small cold room. There were some random objects in here, ones that made her wonder what kind of closet or room that this was even supposed to be. There was a box that looked to be full of jars of apricot and there was a book with different ways to make a pie. There was also a single flower sitting on one of the shelves and a pair of socks. There were also tons of other boxes and things that looked wracked with instability as though they could fall on top of her at any moment.
To be quite honest, Piper was a bit shocked by the forwardness of Moss, how bold she had been to try and trap Piper here. She was trying to think of a way out of here when she heard footsteps outside.
“Hey!” Piper screamed, banging on the door “Somebody! Help me out!” Soon she heard the click of a lock and the door opened to reveal Dawn standing there.
“Piper! What happened?” Dawn asked, shocked at seeing her friend
“Nothing.. It’s fine.” Piper laughed slightly, not bothering to tell her anything about Moss. “Thanks for letting me out!”
“Yeah of course! Guess I’ll see you later!”
“Yup! See you later!” Piper smiled as Dawn walked down the staircase down the hall. Piper walked down to the weekly room and found an absolutely spectacular weekly waiting for her there. Moss was nowhere to be seen and so Piper pulled her laptop out of her back and sat down at the table surrounded by other SWCers and began to write her weekly, intrigued by its theme. She was really going to enjoy working on this one.
(321 Words)

Sabotage Prompt: Read for 10 minutes
Read Deepfake for 10 minutes

Write 250 words about your character realizing beauty comes from the inside, not the outside:
After working on the weekly for nearly two and a half hours straight, Piper stretched her arms up and closed her laptop slowly before standing up, figuring that it was probably a good idea for her to take a little bit of a break. As she walked down the hallway towards her room in the Script Cabin, she stopped in the bathroom to wash her hands and as she finished, she noticed herself in a mirror and saw how disheveled she looked. Her hair looked extremely frizzy and was coming out of the braid that she had put it in, her clothes were a bit wrinkled and shere were some rips and tears that she wasn’t quite sure how she’d gotten. She looked absolutely horrible. She couldn’t stop looking at herself until she left the bathroom and stood in the hallway. After a moment she started to undo her braid so that she could fix it. She was halfway through redoing it when she heard someone walk towards her, she looked over and saw Dawn.
“Oh, hi Piper! What are you doing?” Dawn asked, smiling at her
“Oh.. You know, just fixing my hair and stuff.. I looked pretty horrible.” Piper admitted, finishing off the braid and retying it before smoothing the last of her flyaways on her head.
“Oh, well I’m sure you looked beautiful anyways.” Dawn said, looking at her with a smile
“I didn’t… I looked pretty ugly actually.” Piper answered, smoothing out her clothes as she talked
“I don’t think so..” Dawn said. She was silent for a moment before she said “You know, I heard this Bible verse that I think is kind of related to this, you wanna hear it?”
“Sure.” Piper smiled slightly, looking at her friend
“‘She is clothed with strength and dignity and she laughs without fear of the future’ which basically means, your outward appearance doesn;t really matter. God and everyone around you who really matters only cares about how you are on the inside.. So I’m sure you were beautiful.” Dawn smiled, giving her friend a hug before walking away “Feel free to talk to me if you ever need it Piper.”
“Thanks Dawn.” Piper grinned as her friend walked away, thinking about the verse as she walked back to her room.
(384 Words)

Sabotage Prompt: Eat or drink something slowly for 5 minutes
Slowly drank water!

Write 300 words of songfic:
As Piper sat on the bed in her room, she plugged in her headphones to her phone and turned on her Broadway radio to listen to while she tried to continue to work on the weekly as well as the daily. Both of them were equally interesting and she was really enjoying them both. She was also using her computer so that she could type faster than if she was just writing things out by hand. The music she was listening to also gave her a lot of motivation, though it was sometimes a little distracting since she liked to sing along a lot of the time.
I achieve my goals, so unfazed am I, as my life unscrolls
Piper continued to write almost constantly as one of her favorite songs from The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. She was determined to not only reach, but surpass her word goal for this session and as of right now she wasn’t even feeling too stressed about it. She felt unfazed
Unamazed am I, winning is a job
She was determined to help Script reach the top so that they could win, but honestly winning just felt like a chore almost like a job to her, though she got a bit of enjoyment when they moved up a spot, it was usually almost spoiled instantly when she saw how far they were from some of the other cabins. It was a little discouraging sometimes, but she tried to ignore that and just keep writing so that she could earn some more points.
I’m sick and tired of always being the best
As she was writing, she felt a little bit exhausted, she wasn’t necessarily the best writer but she did feel like she was one of the people in her cabin that wrote the most amount of words and did a lot of the dailies and weeklies so that she could help her cabin move up. Not that other people didn't contribute, but she felt like she did a whole lot for ehr cabin, a lot more than some other people. But she knew that in the end, hopefully everyone would have done their part.
(328 Words)

Sabotage Prompt: Write a list of ten awesome things about an influential person in your life and give it to them.
I wrote a list about my best friend irl and have it to her <3
(187 Words)

Write tangents for 15 minutes:
The room around Piper looked extremely musical theater-y, there were posters all around her that were all about Broadway musicals and actors that she was absolutely obsessed with. The entire room was pretty clean, she had made sure to keep it tidy throughout the entire session as she really didn’t want to have to spend time picking everything up on the last day of camp. Her bed had a comforter on it that was a blue color, really it was similar to the shade of the Dear Evan Hansen logo, which was part of the reason Piper had picked it, she absolutely loved Dear Evan Hansen. It was one of her favorite musicals even though it was honestly a little bit depressing, though honestly the best musicals were a little bit depressing and most of her favorite musical theater songs were also a little depressing. She wasn’t 100% why she liked them, maybe it was because she could do more with her acting when she was doing a sad song as opposed to when she was doing a happy song you were somewhat limited to a couple of acting choices.
Speaking of acting choices, that was something she had always really struggled in whenever she auditioned or performed in general. She had trouble trying to come up with things on her own, preferring when she was told exactly what she should be doing. However, her directors usually tried to push her so that she could make better choices on her own which was probably a good thing, it was always a growing opportunity for her and she appreciated that. She was glad that she was given the opportunity for growth. Though sometimes it was a little bit annoying when she had to struggle to think of something to do during a scene or song, it was always rewarding when she figured it out and it looked good to her and her friends when she performed it on stage.
Performing on stage was probably one of her favorite things in the entire world. She loved performing and singing and dancing and acting and all of that combined. She wasn;t quite sure what she loved about it, but she knew that one of her favorite things was all of the people that she had met and all of the friends she had made who were as crazy as she was. Her friends didn’t mind that musical theatre was a cult and neither did she. Though she always found it a bit funny when newcomers finally realized that theater was really a cult and that they had unwillingly joined it and were now stuck for pretty much the rest of their lives.
(450 Words)

Sabotage Prompt: Write a list of 5 achievements you’re proud of.
I’ve learned how to access my soprano head voice for musical theatre
I learned how to play the violin
I’ve progressed to the last book in my piano curriculum
I’ve completed several 11th grade English standards (Which is 2 grades above me)
I was promoted to a higher level in a program that I’m a part of which gives me more responsibilities
(62 Words)

Write about a setting that gives you character comfort for five minutes:
Looking around the room and closing her laptop, Piper took a deep breath. She had been writing way too much and was starting to get a little burnt out. Deciding to take a little bit of a mental health break. She left her laptop on her desk and grabbed the book she had been reading, walking outside of the cabin and into the forest that surrounded the SWC campus. She found a shady spot under a tree and she sat down, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as she took in the scent of nature around her. Being outside in nature really calmed her down and she figured it would be a great way to get a bit of a break in before she went back inside to keep writing. Though maybe she should just take a break from writing in general, she must have been writing for at least three hours and there was no way that could possibly be healthy for her. She figured she would think about it. As she decided that, she stretched her legs out as she opened her eyes and starting to read her book so that she could get her mind off of all of the writing that she was missing. Reading was also really calming to her and so she was sure that sitting here under the tree and reading for a while would give her a sense of comfort and maybe help her with the slight burnout that she was experiencing. She prayed that she was right as she was sick and tired of being a little overwhelmed by all of the work she had to do for SWC as well as some other camps that she was a part of.
(292 Words)

Sabotage Prompt: Thank at least three people in SWC
I thanked Birdi, Lio and Robin!

Lio: hi lio! i'm here to thank you for everything that you've done this session! you have been an absolutely amazing leader of script and it had been an honor to work with you this session! you are so dedicated and energetic and i've loved every minute of working with you! <3

Birdi: hello birdi! i would just love to thank you for being such an amazing swc host! you're so extremely dedicated and on top of everything, which i know can't be easy with so many things to keep track of! so thank you! <3

Robin: hello robin! thank you for everything that you've done this session as a host and a member of the daily team! i appreciate everything that you've done! <3
(122 Words)

Write for eight minutes about your character experiencing amnesia:
Piper had climbed up into one of the branches in a tree to read some of her book when suddenly she fell out of the tree and she fell to the ground, hitting her head hard before she blacked out.
When Piper woke up, she was unsure of where she was. She looked around and tried to figure out what was going on. The last thing that she remembered doing was walking into her room after talking to Dawn in the hallway. She wasn't there anymore however so she wasn’t sure where she was and didn’t know exactly what she had been doing. She knew something must have happened to make her forget everything ro maybe.. Well.. She wasn’t sure what had happened. She stood up and rubbed her forehead, she had a splitting headache and it was absolutely horrible. She looked around and after a moment she realized that she was sitting on the ground around a tree that was on the outskirts of the SWC property. How on Earth had she gotten here? She didn’t know but she knew that it was probably a good idea for her to start getting and she didn't know when she had come over her or how long she had been gone. She hoped that nobody had worried about her or noticed that she was gone and been startled or scared by it.
Looking around at everything around her she tried to piece together what had happened. She saw that she had a book in her hand but she didn’t remember reading it. She wondered if that’s what she had come out to do.. Had she come out to read? She wasn’t sure and she also didn’t know if there was anything that she was supposed to do. She hoped there was nothing important that she was supposed to be doing that she forgot about. She also wondered how she had gotten this splitting headache. She knew she hadn;t had it when she walked into her room, so something must have happened between then and now that caused her to have such a headache. The headache was horrible and when she got into the main cabin she drank a glass of water trying to find some way to allay the pain in her head. She figured if it didn’t work soon she would go and get a painkiller from the first aid room, but she hoped that it didn’t have to come to that.
(213 Words)


Sabotage Prompt: Thank a Scratch Team member with 5 things you appreciate about them
I thanked Ceebee!
(67 words)

Write 300 Words about a character having a flashback about previous events:
Suddenly, as she was walking back to her room, Piper tripped down one of the stairs and barely caught herself before she fell and hit her head. That could have been horrible; she was sure it would have only added to her headache that was still raging in her head. Suddenly everything went black and she began to remember things that had happened. She started to remember everything that had happened before she woke up under that tree on the edge of the SWC campus. She was glad but it was weird, it was as if she was watching something play out in a movie, but she was watching herself instead of someone else.
She watched as her past self walked into her room and sat on her bed, pulling out her laptop and beginning to write, suddenly it was as if the memory that was playing in front of her fast forwarded and Piper remembered that she had sat on her bed writing and listening to music for about two hours. She was glad she didn't have to sit through two hours of watching herself write as she was sure that would have been totally boring and she would have hated that. Then, once the memory went back to normal speed, she watched herself close her laptop and put it on her desk before she left. The memory shifted and she saw herself walking through the hallways and outside the front door and towards the edge of campus with a book in her hand. Obviously this is when she had left for the place that she had woken up in earlier. She watched herself sit down and take in the nature around herself before beginning to read. After a while, she watched her past self climb into a tree and after a moment fall out of said tree and hit her head on the ground before she opened her eyes and she was back in the present.
Well.. Now she knew what had happened and she was glad that she finally knew, and at least she knew where her headache had come from now.
(355 Words)

Write 500 words to end your story with a cliffhanger:
Piper walked up to her room and sat on her bed, looking over at the laptop on her bed. She wasn;t sure whether or not she should go back to writing. She wasn't sure it would be good for her mental health, but sitting her and looking at her laptop she couldn’t resist so she decided to leave her room so that she had less temptation. She walked out of Script Cabin all together so that she wasn;t surrounded by motivation to write. She was worried that if she kept writing there would be an even steeper decline in her mental health and she couldn;t have that. She knew that her health was more important than SWC even though she found that hard to accept sometimes. She tried to run that through her head as she walked back tons of other campers who were writing on their own devices and in their own notebooks. She shook her head in an effort to clear it so that she could focus on going to do something else, she knew she should get her mind off things so she could make better writing later on once she had taken a small break. She trusted that once she took a small break that she would be able to do more writing and make sure that it was of a better quality than if she tried to crank it all out right now. She figured maybe she could go and talk to one of her friends to see if they could maybe distract her. With this in mind, she decided to go over to the Adventure Cabin and see if Dawn was there to talk to, that would be a good way for Piper to get her mind off of everything that had been bothering her throughout the last couple of days. She walked through the halls in the Main Cabin, smiling and talking to a couple of her friends as she walked through the hallways. As she walked past the daily room, she saw Lio coming out and before she could leave, Lio stopped her and talked to her about something for the Script cabin which ended up taking a big chunk of her time and it gave her a little bit more stress, though she did enjoy talking about things for her cabin. So it wasn't a complete waste of time or one at all honestly.
After waving goodbye to Lio, Piper continued on her way towards Adventure Cabin which was on the other side of the campus as Script, so she knew it was going to take her a decent amount of time to get over there so she could talk to Dawn. As she left the Main Cabin and started walking outside, she realized that she didn’t see anybody else. That was odd, there were usually plenty of campers and (co)leaders walking around and doing things outside. She shook it off and figured everyone was working on something inside. But as she walked into the Adventure Cabin she saw that it was as abandoned as a ghost town. Running back to the Main Cabin there was nobody else there either. Try as she might, Piper couldn’t find anyone else on the entire campus of SWC.
(548 Words)

Total of 4,007 Words for Weekly #4

Code: PATHS TAKEN: 4-2, 1-1, 5-2, 3-3, 101-2, 81-3, 7-6, 6-4, 9-3, 2-2 | SABOTAGE RESULTS: 4- S;6- F, 1- S;9- S;3- S;7- S;2- F, 8- S;5- F | ENDING: neutral

daily for july 28th:
(exactly 300 words)

Thriller is the best scratch writing camp cabin this session for many reasons. First of all the leaders are absolute gods. Loki can just step down right now because the leaders of thriller are absolutely superior. Second, the productivity of the campers is magnificent. The third point I have to make is that the leaders have put in so much effort and dedication into the thriller cabin and it's really paid off. Thriller is absolutely godly compared to any other cabin and it's all thanks to the leaders and camper's hard work and productivity.

The incredible leaders of thriller (Birdi, Moonlit, and Ki) have done an absolutely outstanding job leading thriller. They are all marvelous people that have put tons of effort into their cabin to motivate their campers. They all put so much work into thinking of fun activities to make thriller different from the other cabins and it's truly amazing. The leaders have done such a magnificent job inspiring the campers that they have been so productive doing dailies and weeklies and such.

Of course, Thriller wouldn't be the amazing superior cabin that it is without its campers. The campers of Thriller are all incredible and have been writing like crazy and it's seriously so freaking impressive. Lately, I've been seeing so many dailies and weeklies added from campers in Thriller honestly more than any other cabin. I've also read some of the writing competition entries I was intrigued by while stalking the competition project and all the entries that I've read from thriller are absolutely incredible. The campers of thriller are really something different and it's actually so awesome. Because of all this, I believe that thriller is the best cabin in scratch writing camp this session and is definitely the cabin that I am rooting for.

There are two questions, two well-known questions, one universally debated and one unanimously agreed on. The true answer to these questions are one in the same, and that answer will be the topic of this argument. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? While you're at it enlighten me, what is the best cabin in SWC? No matter how many times you ask, the answer will always be the same, Fairy Tales, the lore and aesthetic being a twist on the classic happily ever after, and traveling back to their Grimm origins.

This story doesn’t start with a once upon a time, but instead a corruption of what Disney had made of our childhoods. But was it really a corruption or instead making them more interesting and even more wicked? The leaders aren’t united as one force but instead are on three different sides, following three different tales. A cold tyrant, an intelligent merchant and rebel in the shadows, it invests the campers, except this isn’t camp anymore. It’s real life, it's war and no one knows who will come out on top. Then again will there be a victor or maybe this story won’t get a happily ever after? Whichever it is, the mystery adds to the fun.

Fairytales make you feel things. They fill you with nostalgia, they make you hope you could be a princess, or experience magic like no other. Fairy Tales give intense emotions, with not only the story but also the colors. The black and red make you think of the different sides, darker than ever. The red is the apple, the black is the poison. The red is the snow queen’s heart, the black is the curse that tainted it. The dark desaturated green of the rebellion, the winter blues of the army, the gold of the caravan, the colors compliment it perfectly. The vibes feel familiar yet mystical and isn’t that what fairy tales truly are?

So out of all the cabins: the hackers of Sci-fi, the interns of Real-fi, and even the geocachers of Adventure, Fairy Tales is the best cabin and you don't need a hundred year nap to figure that out. The lore and the overall aesthetic should be enough to make you want to be part of their world as Peter Pan on neither side, causing mischief to all for his own enjoyment or the little mermaid, not as sea foam floating aimlessly at sea but, as a spirit giving divine help to those she deemed worthy. All of these reasons create a whimsical tale on why Fairy Tales is the best cabin in SWC.

Though if the question was which cabin is going to win, you’ll have to get a little messy and go on a grand adventure, and then you’ll finally see.

daily for hi fi!


Looking at the Fantasy Coven, you can immediately see that they’re all a very nice group who all make sure they support each other. Their leaders are all very creative coming up with their descriptions for cabins and smaller groups. Their faith in the great mango seems strong from what I’ve seen, and that’s always very important. From what I’ve been able to read of fantasy’s weeklies and dailies, a good deal of them have some excellent writing that really makes you feel something. People in the Fantasy Coven have also been seen giving nice little review’s on each other’s work and lifting each other up when they lose cabin wars. All in all, one can immediately see that they have a sort of camaraderie that is the main goal of SWC. Supporting each other, having fun, and becoming a better write is far more important than getting points. But if those things were worth points, I have a feeling the Fantasy coven would have a ton more points. Also I might be a little biased, but fantasy is just one of my favorite genres in reading and writing. Fantasy has always been a fun little way to escape your boring and sometimes very stressful life and see yourself in the characters, doing magic, befriending a smart-alec elf, exploring an enchanted forest and discovering a book of ancient magic. The fantasy coven reminds me of this and stepping in there really does seem like an escape from reality. In fact, who here can say that the bright and wild imagination of the fantasy genre with endless possibilities that can still portray human emotions in a very real way that can still teach us something about ourselves or the world around us isn’t one of the best genres? So for these reasons, you too may come to believe that the Fantasy Coven really deserves to win scratch writing camp.

daily - july 28
words: 301
While we in the other fourteen Scratch Writing Camp (SWC) cabins may protest, the leaders, campers, and cabin of the Thriller Rift are genuinely a step above the other cabins. They are incredibly active, wonderful, and creative, and Thriller certainly has and earned a good chance at managing to snag a first place win.
To start off with, the campers in the Thriller Rift are all incredibly active and dedicated to doing SWC-related activities, leading Thriller up the ranks to second in an intense battle with the members of Adventure Parks and the Mythological Maze that is still ongoing. Thriller’s campers have written lots of words, succeeded in avoiding losing many cabin wars, earned close to three hundred thousand points, and completed tons of dailies and weeklies.
Thriller’s leaders Birdi, Moonlit, and Kit have come up with an amazing storyline that is very unique and engaging, with doors that have challenges related to writing and self care (as well as a variety of other topics) that still seem uniform. Their matching pfps, images traced in vector by Birdi, are uniform while still being unique, and drive home the point of Thriller being a cabin trying to get to first place and escape the Rift together with the power of teamwork.
And while Thriller may not be peaceful, the Rift is doing the other cabins a favor by driving up the friendly yet competitive spirit and making sure that they are constantly vigilant and don’t let down their guard. This improves the productivity of all people involved in the competition as they work to beat their cabin’s competition while also increasing their engagement in SWC.
Though the outcome of the July session of SWC remains unclear, Thriller is one of the best cabins that there has and will be participating in SWC.

Fan-fi is better than Sci-fi

Main Cabin Daily, July 28th: We all love spending time convincing others of the best cabin in SWC, don’t we? Our own, of course. But today we’re putting a twist on the classic “My cabin is the best” and for the daily you must write 300 words of an argumentative piece about how one of your enemy or neutral cabins (not allies!) is the best cabin to earn 600 points.

350 words (991 with the Fan-fi part)

Three times a year, more than 500 Scratchers band together to participate in Scratch Writing Camp, an event to encourage writers and promote friendly competition. One of the most enjoyable was this happens is through the fifteen cabins that campers are divided into. Of all these cabins, one stands out above the rest. The Sci-fi Hacking Ring, led by the legendary Alyelle, Zai, Mech, and Kenna, is one of the greatest cabins (considered by some to be THE greatest) of SWC.

The Sci-fi storyline follows a group of hackers who battle the government to save their friend, Sana. To advance the storyline, campers must gain crypto and exchange it for clues that they use to solve bingo and hangman games. These activities show great creativity and coding skill, and are a unique way to get campers involved in the story. In addition, Sci-fi has amazing matching pfps drawn by the incredible artist Alyelle, given to campers as a reward for completing the first Main Cabin Weekly.

Another one of Sci-fi’s leaders is Zai, a very epic person. Zai is very good at coding, and is dedicated to not only the experience of his campers, but also to the camp as a whole as a part of the daily team. He’s always happy to help others, and deserves lots of lasagna for his efforts. Mech and Kenna are also epic people, and they had very good leader applications that they put a lot of effort into, and they are also a part of why Sci-fi is such an amazing cabin.

With these four legendary leaders, and many awesome campers, it’s no surprise that the cabin rose high in the leaderboard early on. They occupied second or first place (I can’t remember :sob:) in the first few weeks of camp, but, unfortunately, have dropped down to seventh in recent days. However, there’s no telling what the last few days of camp will hold, and perhaps the final word counts and writing competition will help Sci-fi’s standing. Those who say that Sci-fi is the best cabin in SWC will surely not be disappointed.

(Now comes the fun part)

At least, not too much, for there is one inaccuracy in the past 350 words. The problem is, that the argument that Sci-fi is the best cabin is fundamentally flawed, for that position already belongs to one other cabin: Fan-fi. While these cabins are both Fi’s, Fan-fi is alphabetically superior to the other cabin, which is only one of the ways that Fan-fi is the best cabin in SWC. While Sci-fi’s storyline as a hacking ring is admittedly, very creative and detailed, Fan-fi had a hacking ring first, and that is only one element of the storyline. Instead of confining campers to one boring side, the Fan-fi Republic shows both sides of the conflict between the government and rebels.

In addition, while Sci-fi’s mascot is a boring vortex in Alyelle’s basement, Fan-fi has the majestic Duck Deity, a being that has chosen our cabin out of all the other cabins of SWC. The Duck Deity can eat those who challenge Fan-fi’s supremacy, and receives regular sacrifices of those who dared stand against us. Also, Fan-fi has Myth as a Very Awesome Sibling, and, according to Moss, if Myth wins, Fan-fi’s an honorary winner as well. However, since Fan-fi comes before Myth if the cabins are placed in alphabetical order, this makes Fan-fi the true ruler of Scratch Writing Camp.

But that’s not all. Fan-fi also is led by the most epic co-leaders to ever exist: Katie, the writing machine who led us to victory last session, Willow, an amazing artist who takes care of the cabin during AEST hours so no one can sneak up on us, and Hope, the super enthusiastic and dedicated general that stops at nothing to motivate her campers and make sure that Fan-fi is at the top. If that wasn’t enough to convince you, consider our amazing campers, who made sure that Fan-fi didn’t lose a single war during either cabin wars. That’s more than a lot of cabins, including Sci-fi can say.

Furthermore, all the other cabins are merely simulations in our storyline. They’re made up, while the Fan-fi Republic is the only real cabin. This has been confirmed by the hosts, by giving points to all other cabins, while Fan-fi has kudos. In fact, no one can steal our points, since we have kudos instead, which are worth double points and are fundamentally protected from theft.

Another reason that Fan-fi is actually the best, is that I have already passed 400 words in talking about how Fan-fi is so great, while Sci-fi only had 350. And there’s still even more. Fan-fi has Lukatie power, made possible by the union of Katie (co-leader of Fan-fi) and Luna (honorary of Fan-fi). With our Lukatie power, no other cabin but Horror can possibly stand in our way. However, again, when the cabins are alphabetically ordered, Fan-fi is higher up than Horror, and is therefore better.

In addition, another way that the hosts have acknowledged Fan-fi’s supremacy is by making an entire weekly promoted to Fanfiction. While you may argue that Fantasy got a weekly too, they are again, alphabetically beneath Fan-fi, and they didn’t get the first weekly of SWC, only the ThIrD one (ugh). Fan-fi has already begun demonstrating its superiority by invading Non-fi, and betraying everyone else with the help of Horror in the Great Betrayal V2. They also had the daring to help their sibling Myth during the second cabin wars, when wanted to steal their place by stopping other cabins from warring them.

To conclude, although others might give Sci-fi or Fantasy or even Myth as the greatest cabin of SWC, that honor has already been given to Fanfiction, the greatest cabin of them all. Bow down to our supremacy, underlings.

(this is all in joke XD all the cabins are amazing, and you’ve done an incredible job so far <3)

word war - july 29
words: 177
warred: @23BraveHeart
status: lost
I walked into the white square room. It was empty, with thirteen chairs and one large window the only thing inside. The window was stained purple, with small designs in red, and made an ominous pattern on the ground. The chairs each had a symbol drawn on the back with a permanent marker- the first had an eye, the second a circle with another circle inside, the third a rectangle inside of which was a hand, the fourth had what seemed to be a dot on a piece of paper, the fifth a person with wings, the sixth a strange mixture of lines and dots, the sixth a swirl that faded away at the dneds, the seventh a large triangle awith a foot inside, the eighth a person with a set of horns, the ninth a large triangle that was completely filled in with ink, the tenth a circle that was also completely black, and the rest each had a somewhat unique combination of a rectangle, square, triangle, and a circle with an oval around the shapes

Daily

Setting- In the middle of a dark forest, the trees forming a roof above your head (@perhapslucy)
Beginning- Your character is in interrogation for something they didn’t do (@puppycutest)
Conflict- Your character is running away from someone/something (literally or figuratively) (@Delta_doodles)
Climax- You find out that the person you assumed just didn’t like talking to people doesn’t actually exist (@Peach_Drawing)
Ending- Character manages to get back to the exact place they were at the beginning of the story, but with something clutched in their hand. (@Sandy-Dunes)


“I told you! It wasn’t me! I promise, it wasn’t!”
“Likely story, traitor!”
Raven spits the words out, her tone full of venom. She looks at me like I’m a stranger. Like I’m not her sibling anymore.
“Raven, please! I know we have our differences, but-”
“You did it and you blamed it all on me! It’s your fault, Aspen!” She turns her head away, her silky black hair flicking in my face.
I keep walking, silently. I know there’s no arguing with my sister when she gets going.
But this time it really wasn’t me. Why can’t she see that? We used to understand each other so well.
I glance up at the roof of bent trees, rustling like a chorus of whispers above my head. Me and Raven used to play here. We called it the Tunnel, after the dark branches of trees leaning in towards each other, their cloak of leaves obscuring the sky. It used to feel like they were protecting us.
This time it feels like they’re closing in.
“Stop running away from it.” I murmur, almost silently.
“From what?” Raven pointedly walks ahead of me, away from me.
“The truth. It wasn’t me and you know it.”
There’s silence for a moment. And then she suddenly spins around, grabbing me by the collar and hurling me against a tree.
I wince, as she presses me further into the thorny bark. Her hand doesn’t lift from my throat as she snarls words at me, her sentences rushing into one foaming river pouring from her mouth.
“You’ve always been the better sibling, never done anything wrong, have you? It’s always been you first me second they always liked you more and I was worthless they treated me like dirt when I did everything they asked I couldn’t be perfect like you so I didn’t deserve what you deserved I didn’t deserve love, did I, you drank it all up you liked it you didn’t care about me andnowyou’refinallygettingitandIgettobethegoodoneIgettobethehero I get to win for once so don’t you dare take that away from me!”
My ears ring with the climax of her speech, unused to the sudden silence now shoved upon us. Finding something to focus on, my ears tune in to my sister’s heavy, gasping breaths. Inhale and exhale and exhale and inhale. An irregular, choking symphony.
“You think they loved me?” I whisper. “I had it just as hard as you did, Raven.”
A pause.
“Maybe you’re the one running away.” She finally says, quietly. “Maybe it was you all along and you believed your own innocent lies.”
I have nothing to say to that.
“Raven. I- I’m sorry.”
I take her hand. She smiles, sadly, softly.
“Good luck for the trial, Aspen.”
I clutch her tighter, tighter, but she slips through my fingers like she always has, all that’s left of her the wisp of smoke that rises through entwined leaves.
I fall to my knees on the Tunnel floor. Why did I keep running from it it was me it was always me I caused her death I killed Raven it was an accident but they can’t see that-
I could convince them I’m perfect and innocent, like last time. But it’s Ravens' turn to win.
So I will take my punishment and hope with all my heart she forgives me.
I open my clenched fingers and there is one perfect teardrop, in the exact spot she touched my hand
before she faded
away.

Beginning: Your character is teleported to another world
Setting: in the middle of a dark forest, the trees forming a dark roof above you
Conflict: Your brother turns out to be a dark wizard and att@cks you.
Climax: The character is accused of lying, and is being handcuffed.
Ending: it was all a dream- except it was a premonition dream

This morning when I woke up, I realised I was not home, and the shock inside me had no bounds. I was in the middle of a dark forest, where trees overshadowed any light, if there was any.
I could hardly see, but I kept walking, trying to figure out where I was, but to no extent. All I could see around me was trees and all I knew about this place was that I’d teleported from my bedroom to a strange dark forest for some reason. It was absolutely quiet as I kept walking, and soon enough, I came upon a large structure that looked a bit like a cheery house, but mostly like an occult club. I slightly hesitated before knocking on the door.
The person who opened the door was oddly familiar, and when I looked closely, it was my brother! He was wearing wizard clothes and had a wand in his hand. As soon as he saw me, he whirled his wand around and made it shoot laser beams at me! I ran for my life, and he followed. I ran for maybe hours, and as soon as I was sure he wasn’t there, I stopped, panting.
Just then, I heard something from the bushes. A rustle, probably, making me jump back in surprise. It was a friendly teenager perhaps a year or two older than me. She looked as surprised as I did. “Who-who are you?” She asked, alarmed.
“I’m the sister of a wizard. Do not be alarmed, please, I can explain.”
But she was alarmed. “Are you the sister of our Dark Enemy? I cant trust you!”
I shook my head. “I’m not like him. I have no idea why he is doing this or why I am here in the first place. One moment I was in my bedroom and the next I’m here.”
She seemed to soften a bit. “I-I see. Does he know that youre his sister?”
I shook my head. “And I don’t plan on telling him either.”
“You should!” She said politely. “He should know!”
“I’ll try-” I said, a little hesitant. “Thank you.”
I ran back to the large house that looked like an occult club. I knocked on it again. The wizard, aka my brother came out again, ready to attack me again. “WAIT!” I shouted, and he did.
He squinted his eyes at me. “And why should I?”
“Because-because” I cleared my throat. “I’m your sister.”
He laughed at me, as if I’d just told him a joke. “How dare you!” He roared. “Guards, handcuff her! How dare she lie about being my sister?”
And right then a bunch of people in occult club uniforms came and grabbed me. They put handcuffs around my wrists and threw me in what looked like a creepy prison.
To my surprise, as soon as they left, I started sobbing. Why was I here and why wouldn’t my brother accept the truth? I tried to close my eyes and think of positive thoughts, but it didn’t work. My brother’s foolishness constantly invaded my mind.
Suddenly there was a jerk, and, to my great surprise, I was back in bed. I wiped my tears off and clutched the blanket. Had it all just been a dream?
I almost started laughing at myself, until I heard these words from my brother’s mouth. “It wasn’t just a dream. It was a premonition.”

WEEKLYYYY FOR MYTHHHH 3649 WORDSSS OMG
Enjoy my insane ramblings :DDD

Code: PATHS TAKEN: 3-2, 1-5, 2-1, 7-7, 6-1, 101-3, 5-1, 82-3, 9-2, 4-2 | SABOTAGE RESULTS: 9- F, 7- S;8- S;3- S;4- F, 2- S;6- S;5- S;1- S | ENDING: good

Image for conclusion:

(thanks nights for cubeuploading for me!)

There are a few discrepancies in my weekly and the code, which is because I lost the code for about 4 rooms and had to go back through them. I did every room, every game, and every do something for XX minute thing, though. So if it says that I did one game where the code says I did another, that's why xD

Begin a story, any way you like, but keep it close to 100 words.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself. This is going to be okay. The magic would fade—it doesn't matter if there haven't ever been reports of this happening in others—and I would be fine.
I yelp as I am yanked back to the Illusory. The world flickers to a deep purple, and suddenly I am in the middle of a garden instead of inside my house. Shadows dance across the ground, and I am terrified, thinking they are shadows of people. But no one seems to be around, luckily. Just as I become accustomed to the strange colors of the Illusory, I flicker back to the real world.

(Misc prompts: Find someone in your cabin, create a character based on their About Me. Write for 10 minutes incorporating that character.
Tiger (coolgirl100-)'s profile. Been around for a while, she/her/ loves doodling, writing, minecraft, and is in Ravenclaw. Very excitable, aesthetic
The character: Probably looks nice but is yeah very excitable. Very fidgety, hands are always moving around whether holding a book, a game controller, or a sketchpad.
In my world: Named Tif, very knowledgeable but excitable. Little sister of Ana (more working names yayy))

A shriek sounds from next to me, and I spin t face it, expecting the worst. Have the authorities already come for me?
I see nothing at first, and then I look down. It's my younger sister, Tif. She holds a stuffed tiger in her hands and looks up at me with wide eyes.
“Ana?” she says in a small voice.
“Hey,” I reply, kneeling down to face her. As I open my mouth to try to explain, I phase away, back into the Illusory.
The trip is short this time, only a few moments, but I return with my heart beating ten times faster than before and my eyes wild.
“What was that?!” Tif takes a step backwards, clutching her tiger even tighter.
“I-” I struggle to think of something to say. Tif is wise for an eight year old, she usually isn't one to tell on me. But still, she has been raised to think that Illusions—people like me, I realize—are bad. I don't know how she would respond. But I have to tell her. She's my sister.
“I'm an Illusion,” I say. Even though I've only known it myself for thirty minutes, it still feels like an enormous weight has been lifted off of me. Someone knows.
She blinks at me. “Cool!!”
That… wasn't the reaction I was expecting. “What do you mean? This isn't good, Tif!”
“But Illusions must have so much fun! How'll I ever win against you in hide and seek now?”
I sigh. “Do you know what this means? You have to keep this a secret for me; can you do that?”
She nods. “From our parents, too?”
I nod back. “From everyone.”
She looks worriedly behind her. “That might be a bit hard, seeing as they're coming right now.”
Oh. For a moment I had forgotten I had moved out last month. The new house looks so similar to the old one that it's hard to tell them apart sometimes. But there they are, smiling as if nothing has changed.
For them, I suppose, nothing has. But my life has been flipped upside down in the last hour, and now I have to keep the whole thing a secret.
I squeeze Tif's hand and stand up.

Read Ms. Marvel #32 for ten minutes

Scored 49, won!!!

Dining hall, myth fairy tales fantasy. Lots of world building is in my future :0

YAYYY TEN AWESOME THINGS DD
Robin DDD
1. You are an AMAZING co-leader!! You're really helpful and friendly with the campers and are always there when I need to talk things out!
2. You have really great ideas, both for Myth and for SWC as a whole I love your idea of the Postscript, it's going to be so cool!
3. You're a great artist and designer I love the pfps you made for Myth, as well as the studio thumbnails you helped with and Myth's color scheme!
4. Andd to go along with the previous one, you're an incredible coder! I have no idea how you made such an amazing Myth character creator, and it turned out to be such an engaging thing for the campers to go through!
5. You are so good at balancing your hosting and your coleadering! You seem to always be around to help with Myth, but you're also doing so much for SWC as a host!
6. You somehow sorted almost 500 campers??? HOW???
7. You made Myth an really great spreadsheet that has helped us so much!
8. You're really good at collaboration! After our first few days leading together, I was really surprised at how well our ideas meshed together! Thanks for being so supportive of my ideas and coming up with really cool new things for the cabin too
9. You are really motivational to our campers! I'm sure seeing how much you've accomplished this month is as impressive to them as it is to me!
10. And most importantly of all, you are a future MCU fan!! /Hj
And to sum up, you are amazing and talented and kind and friendly, thank you so much for all you do <333


Scored 6 on the passcode game, lol, and got out!!

Throne room :0 HOST THRONE WOOHOO HOSTS!
Okayy great I get to break the fourth wall for 300 words! Good luck with this, Ana xDD
Back to the story…

I turn to my parents, forcing a smile onto my face. “Hey!”
They smile back much more genuinely. “Hi, Ana!” my mom exclaims, rushing over to me for a hug.
Now, while many of my readers might assume that hugging is all good, it's really not for me. You see, at any time while my mom is squeezing me, I could flicker out of existence, possibly taking her with me. I don't know exactly how my powers work yet, but I'll bet you that anything that happens would not be good.
And that's why I pull out of the hug early, taking a step backwards to avoid any more attacks from my father. While he is slightly less outwardly emotional, I'm sure he would still be pleased enough to see me. I smile at them, though, trying to keep some semblance of happiness on my face, though it is getting harder by the moment.
I feel myself starting to phase, a small tingle starting in my feet and rising up. This is a new sensation, I've never felt one coming before. I'm glad it happened now, though I could have used some practice keeping them away before my parents came.
I squeeze my eyes shut, rubbing my forehead somewhat aggressively. When I open them again, I see Tif whispering something into my mother's ear.
“No, Tif!” I yell, immediately assuming the worst.
“You have a headache?” my mom looks up from my sister, forehead creasing in concern.
Oh. That's what Tif was saying. She wasn't revealing my secret, but trying to help me.
“We should probably head out,” my father says. “We can come back later when you're feeling better.”
I nod enthusiastically, herding them towards the gate. “Yeah, yeah, I'll see you soon!”
As I close the gate, Tif whispers to me, “Good luck.”

YEAHH LET'S THANK SOME MORE PEOPLE!!!
Hi Vee!! I know we haven't talked a lot this month, but I really appreciate your activity and enthusiasm! Thanks for getting so much writing done this month despite the broken S key xD
MOONLIT AHHH HI I'M HERE FOR THE WEEKLY DD YOU ARE GOING TO GET A MASSIVE THANK YOU AT THE END OF THE MONTH BUT HERE IS THE SHORT VERSION: YOU ARE AWESOMEEE THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THE FUN AND MOTIVATION (AND SOMETIMES PROCRASTINATION HAHA) YOU ARE AN AWESOME FRIEND AND BOARD GAME PARTNER AND IT'S BEEN GREAT TO GET TO KNOW YOU THIS MONTH!!! #MYTHRILLALLIANCEFORTHETIEDWIN
HELLO NIGHTS I'M HERE FOR THE WEEKLY! Thank you so so much for being such an amazing camper!! I really appreciate your interest in the storyline, help with word counting, and overall enthusiasm! <33

185 with the line thing :0 Success!!!

Character receives a premonition and the event actually happens! Cool! And I have to write for 15 minutes! NOT COOL!

As the gate slams shut, I let out a deep breath, glad to be rid of them. And just in time, too, as I flicker back into the Illusory (aah she flickers too much idk what should be happening though).
The purple darkness floods my vision, but I focus hard and slip back to the real world.
Finally, I controlled it!! For the first time out of these, I managed to get myself back! Progress!
Despite my celebrations, a feeling still lurks in the back of my mind that my time here is limited. The authorities (aah I still know nothing about this) will be coming for me, I know it.
That thought comes to me just as loud footsteps sound from outside the gate, and deep voices grumble some words.
I decided that the best thing to do must be to go inside, so I do so. I slam the door tightly behind me, hoping that those people aren't who I dread they are. With the door shut, the room is dark. The afternoon sunlight has begun to fade, and the cliffs block off most of the excess brightness.
Those people must just be coming home from school or work, I try to assure myself, but my worry still doesn't fade. Something's wrong.
A knock sounds on my door. I flinch, take a step back. This can't be good. No one ever visits me, no one except my parents, who would have no reason to return.
Nevertheless, I creep towards the door, duty to my community overpowering my dread slightly. I carefully pull it open.
“Hey, Ana!” my dad's cheerful voice sounds.
I let out my breath.
“Wow, you don't look good. That headache must be really bad.”
I nod, sticking to Tif's lie. “What are you doing?”
“I forgot my coat in the back,” he chuckles. “Figured I'd just let you know before I come barging into your yard.”
I smile weakly. “Yeah.”
He turns to leave, but a massive hand grips his shirt.
He is shoved away from my small window of vision through the door, his form replaced with that of a hulking person.
“Are you Ana Shain (yay keysmash name! Thank you thriller!)?” he asks me, consulting a clipboard.
Before I can open my mouth, my dad says “She is!” from his place sprawled on the ground.
“You're under arrest for hiding your powers,” he says.
I gulp. Already my worst nightmare has come to pass.


68 clicks on the faucet B) SUCCESS!!!

To the beekeeping room!!

Something your character thought was safe has become dangerous! Five minutes! An element of your setting! How has it changed and how does it affect your character's actions!

I take a step backwards, the small house's walls feel like they are closing in on me. There's no way out.
I thought this place was comfortable, its single window let in the perfect amount of light, but now I wish that there was room for a second door, or any other way out.
Well, window it is.
I spin around as the huge man nears me, leaping at the window above my bed. I crash through, tumbling amid shards of glass into the yard. Ignoring the pain, I pull myself to my feet, fumbling with the overly complicated lock on the gate.
As I finally get out, I notice my father standing up, looking at me with a confused and betrayed expression.
“Ana?” he asks, but that is all I hear before I turn and race towards the cliffs.

Listened to musicals for 10 minutes

Entered 10 numbers, score was 52! Success!

Workshops D

Okay great I get to incorporate urban fantasy into this xD

Yayy let's appreciate a scratch team member
For ceebee the only scratch team member I am aware of…
1. You seem very friendly to new scratchers!
2. You're really responsive and patient
3. You have awesome art!! I've been really inspired by your vector drawings!
4. Your projects are really cool and informative!
5. You do not seem confused by the hordes of SWC people appreciating you this week xD

Scored 6 on the bugs… My first failure

Postscript!! Editor rooommm!!!!
Okay write about imperfection and improvement

I launched myself over my neighbor's lower fence, hoping that the obstacle will stop the official from following me.
It doesn't.
He runs around the yard, quickly catching back up to me.
“Get back here!” he yells, running as fast as he can after me, which is, to be honest, a lot faster than me.
Why didn't I exercise more at home? All of this would go away if I could just run faster, if I could just get away….
My muscles burn as I put on a burst of speed, though I can feel myself slowing down by the second.
If I had only done better, maybe I wouldn't have gotten these stupid powers in the first place; I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't be running, I wouldn't have ruined everything in my life in the span of an hour.
But I can't fix it now. There's no time to get out of this, and I can't go back in time now. All I can do is my best. I need to move. I know this city well, more than any of these palace officials. I can get away.
I twist and turn through the streets, heading for the cliffs. While there might not be any good hiding places on their steep slopes, maybe I could lose him along the way. I dare to look behind me, and wince when I see that he is still following. My extra speed helped me to get a bit ahead, but he is still getting close.
I turn around a sharp corner, then another.

Yayy done with that…

Did nothing for 15 minutes
Got 17 in the game, was clicking in the wrong place xD Success!!

On to the battleground! A character's main motive is revenge! How do the others react? What changes?

Suddenly, he is in front of me. His bulky form fills the entire alleyway, and I skid to a stop. I try to turn around, eyes wild, but he grabs the back of my shirt, tugging me towards him.
“There's no escape…” he growls, wrapping something around my wrists.
I struggle, but I cannot get free. He leads me towards the palace, and I have no choice but to stagger after him.
“Why?” is the only word I can get out.
He stares down at me. “It's none of your business what your kind took from me?”
“My…kind?” I furrow my eyebrows.
“The Illusions,” he spits out.
“Listen, whatever happened to you, it wasn't my fault. I'm just a kid, I'm not responsible for any of your…problems.”
“But your magic, your world,” he shakes his head slowly, “it's all your fault.”
I sigh. There's no reasoning with him, no escaping from him, no way to get to my family and no chance they'll care if I somehow did… what am I supposed to do?
We are nearing the palace, and its form looks even more massive than on ordinary days. Despite its enormous size, at least compared to the rest of the homes here, it had become a normal feature of the land. But now it only looked more imposing as we got closer to it.

FIVE ACHIEVEMENTS I AM MOST PROUD OF!!!!
1. Being an swc leader!! I am so happy about this xDD
2. Being a two-time published author D
3. Having made it through middle school!
4. Joining a robotics team and making some actual irl friends in my city!
5. Writing nearly 50k words this month, and already passing my word owl of 100k for the YEAR

19 in the boxes game, lost

Andd last one—the lasagna plant :000

He grips my wrists even tighter, pulling me towards the palace. Depositing me in front of the door, among vast fields of nicely trimmed grass, he whispers, “Good luck, Ana.”
The door swings open as he leaves, revealing another set of two guards.
“Another Illusion, I see?” one looks down their nose at me. “I hope Fredric there didn't go too easy on you—it's hard to trust family with this sort of thing.”
“Family?” I stammer, mind whirling.
“Never mind that,” the other says, pulling me into the palace.
I blink in confusion, the only thing I am capable of doing is being dragged along. How could we be related? I've never seen him, or even heard of him before.

Oof that was not great… but on to the lounge! Oh nooo it's all a dream… ig that's a good place to end?

Suddenly, my eyes jerk open. I am in a dark room, and I can see none of my surroundings. I jump to my feet, race to the front door, jerk it open.
It's my house, my yard. How am I back here? I rub my eyes and yawn.
Oh.
Was all of this a dream? I look around warily. No one seems to be around, not my parents, not Tif, not that Fredric character.
I try to bring magic to my fingers, but nothing comes. Of course not. It never was there. I am not an Illusion, I never was, and I never will be.
Really? I had read books like this, but I never thought I would be stupid enough to actually mistake a dream for real life. I should have known—the jerky plot, the speedily introduced characters that seemed to have no significance, the massive plot twists—it all seemed fake. None of it was like real life at all, there was no significance to it. Everything I just thought was real life was all just pointless rambling, like something that would come out of a confused, tired author.
I take a deep breath, steadying myself. This is going to be okay.

OH NO OH NO I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED :0

I walk out of my house, smiling to the neighbors. They aren't staring at me with those suspicious eyes that I had seen yesterday—that I hadn't seen at all, I realize.
I near my parents' house and knock on the door. Tif swings it ope, hugging my legs with her tiny arms.
“Ana! I missed you!” she squeals.
“I missed you too, Tif.”
Gone is the knowing expression on her face, the lie that she told to our parents. She's the same person as she was yesterday, but I am somehow different. Going through all of that, having magic, no matter the shortness of the time that I did, was horrible, in short.
And it pains me to think of all of the others who had that as their real life. There are dozens of Illusions, and each of them must have had just as horrible an experience as I did. And those last couple of hours, at least, are already fading. Theirs never will.
I sigh, smiling down at Tif. She knows none of what I just experienced, though she is a part of it. At least she can live on like I did, not knowing anything about all of this.
And, I suppose, I don't know anything about it either. My mind just pieced it together from years of hearing about Illusions hiding, from that ingle time I saw one flicker out of existence. That, I guess, explains all of the flickering I myself did. And is the Illusory even purple? Are there gardens? There's no way for me to know. I've never been there, and I never will be.
“Come on, Ana!” Tif tugs at my skirt, leading me into the house.
I smile at my parents, whispering the customary greeting. “May you never phase.”
The reference that makes, now makes sense. No one wants to phase. No one wants to be an Illusion. I suppose some among them love their powers, but us? The Confined, as they call us? We're happy how we are. Everything is fine with us, and it only needs to stay that way.
“Ana?” my dad says, breaking into my thoughts. He looks over at me a bit nervously. “There's someone we'd like you to meet.”
My mom smiles at me, in what looks like an attempt to bring comfort. But all I can see is her wary eyes, the insincerity of her expression.
I cock my head, heart speeding up. After the experience I just had, I'd be reluctant to trust anyone new, especially not anyone connected to my parents.. “Who is it?”
“Ana, it's your brother,” my mother said.
And, again, my thoughts grind to a stop. How? How can this be?
“Fredric?” I murmur.
She nods, furrowing her eyebrows. “You-you knew?”
I gulp, then nod quickly. “I didn't know he was, you know, real.”
She laughs, but I can tell she doesn't really find it funny. “What do you mean by that?”
“I thought it was just a dream.”


PATHS TAKEN: 3-2, 1-5, 2-1, 7-7, 6-1, 101-3, 5-1, 82-3, 9-2, 4-2 | SABOTAGE RESULTS: 9- F, 7- S;8- S;3- S;4- F, 2- S;6- S;5- S;1- S | ENDING: good
YAYYYY

Main Cabin Daily 7/29
526 words

my prompts
beginning: “yes! yes! i always knew i'd make it!” / conflict: someone goes missing / setting: a small town library / climax: a duel with the antagonist / ending: “what a day!”

chosen prompts
beginning: two women are holding hands (Violet--) / conflict: they crash and one dies (RLove10) / setting: the park across the street (KitVMH) / climax: you discover a secret (-RoseBunni) / ending: the character learns to find fulfillment from themself (Cherrie_Tree)

i’m so excited for this

She hooks her fingers in mine. “You’re my other half,” she whispers. “No matter what.”
Her eyes are set firmly on the intersection ahead of us, but our palms press together as if we live only for each other. Perhaps we do. I’ve never known life without her hand in mine, her laughter ringing in my ears, even before we were us instead of her and me.
“I love you,” I murmur, and she glances my way briefly.
“I lo—”
Crash.
-
I stumble out of the car, coughing out the exhaust and the vaguely recognizable scent of gasoline that fills my lungs. My feet, one shoe gone somehow, feel their way to a soft, grassy bed and my knees give way. I’ve never been more thankful for the local park than the moment that my head lands back on the unlucky clovers, greeted with the slightest bit of cushioning before banging into the hard dirt. My hand is greasy, and I shudder as I try to wipe it off in the greenery beneath me.
Then, as my eyes swim into focus, I come to my senses and leap to my feet.
My knees protest as I force them to work with me. Painfully, I step toward the wreck that is her car. The old heart-shaped locket still swings in the rearview mirror, but the vehicle is nearly unrecognizable with the metal crumpled to one side and the windows half broken out. There’s smoke rising around it.
All the cars have stopped and the world itself stands still and silent as I hobble forward. Are they watching me? A siren pierces the air.
“Ma’am, were you involved in this?” comes a voice, and I turn just enough to see a paramedic, eyes crinkled with worry.
“Yes— no— it was my girlfriend driving—” My voice comes out in a stutter.
“Where is she?” he asks slowly. Then there’s a yelp from the opposite side of the car.
“Over here! Get over here! We need to get her to the hospital.”
The paramedic in front of me practically sprints, and as he studies what is presumably her on the ground. He whispers in a low tone, words that I can’t make out from where I stand. Then he comes back to me with a smile I know is forced.
“She is badly injured. We’ll, er, do everything we can.” He sounds somehow not genuine.
“Then why are they not putting her on a stretcher?” Met by silence. “Why are you not doing anything?” Silence.
”Do you give a ding-dang raw egg about what ends up happening to her?”
It dawns on me. “So she’s dead.”
Nod. “Would you like to see her?”
I shake my head frantically and run. Back to the sidewalk, from the sidewalk to the grass, from the grass to the wood chips, from the wood chips to the bent red swing on the playground. We used to sit here, she and I. Two swings. Two halves. We were everything with each other, and nothing without.
No— not nothing. Just a half. But maybe I can go on as just a half and still be happy.

AaAaAaaaaaaaaa weekly for FAIRYTALES

PATHS TAKEN: 3-1, 4-1, 5-2, 2-1, 82-2, 6-4, 7-7, 9-4, 102-1, 1-5 | SABOTAGE RESULTS: 5- F, 4- S;7- S;2- F, 6- S;1- S;9- S;3- S;8- S | ENDING: good

Note: a few times I lost my place without saving the code, but each time I clicked through the equivalent of what I had done. One time one the mini games results was different, but I /think/ that was the only difference. That’s why the prompt and the code doesn’t 100% match up :>

BEGIN A STORY:

The flowers tower above me, a beautiful myriad of red, pink, blue and yellow. I soak in their scent. I feel the sun’s warmth gently brushing against my cheek, and the drops of dew on my bare feet. Bliss…
How long have I been in the field - three, four hours? I always lose count. How could anyone think of anything but Maybell Grove? I run my fingers through the grass, its emerald blades tickling my fingertips. The grass is always emerald in Maybell. I’ve never understood the saying ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’. It can’t be.

Slowly, I pad over to the newly planted flowers, only buds. Let’s see what we can do to help here. I rummage in my pockets for a few seconds before pulling out a vial filled with gently twinkling gold dust. My people call it Eldorado. Whatever you want to call it, it’s never failed me before. I carefully open the lid and sprinkle a handful of Eldorado over the buds. I beam as I see the dust has worked - the buds instantly spring into fully grown, beautiful poppies, gently swaying in the wind. Like I said; Eldorado has never failed me yet.

*

A PROMPT FROM YOUR OPPOSITE CABIN (YOUR CHARACTER FINDS A CHEST OF JEWELS):

I look up at the sky, and instantly the sense of peace vanishes. It’s growing dark; the twilight is purple and stars glow eerily against the nighttime backdrop. The Grove always makes me forget what happens as it grows dark. I’ve had two close calls in my life. How could I have left it so late? I need to find cover. Now.

I scan my surroundings, squinting for anything that might give me shelter. A cave? But the field gives no cover - I should know, I’ve practically grown up in Maybell Grove. My mind starts to freeze, a frost of panic covering my brain.
/No, no, no, no, no./
I begin to run around the field, desperately searching for anything. I trip over on something, but in the dark, I can’t tell what it is. It’s probably a wild goose chase, but it might be able to help. My brain is going to extremes now.

I get down on all fours, and lay my hands on the ground. My fingers reach something that feels like a hole in the ground. A rabbit hole, I expect. Except when I stick my arm down it, I find no end. It sounds like a tale my grandmother told me long ago, of a girl named Alice and a rabbit in a waistcoat. I can faintly recall the story - Alice fell into a hole, down to another world. Of course it’s not true though…
Then again, like my father told me, “when you’re an elf, anything can happen. Magic is yours.”

Yes, I haven’t thought this through, but it’s the best plan I’ve got. I take a deep breath. The hole - as far as I can tell - is wide enough to fit me in. Advantages of being small. I plug my nose, shut my eyes and climb down.

/Falling, falling, falling./

It feels like I’m being buried alive. Dirt fills my mouth, a rotten taste on my tongue. As I fall further, the hole gets thinner - still wide enough for an elf to breathe, but only just. I guess I was right. This hole really does seem to go on.

Still, I can see it gradually coming to an end. In almost two minutes, I land with a /thud/ on the floor. It’s widened out by a long way - around five feet surround me, at least. I can’t quite make out my surroundings yet; my eyes need to adjust to the almost pitch black cavern I appear to be in. But it’s still a better fate than being sprayed by acid rain.
Every night in Evermore - for at least twenty years - a toxic rain has poured down from the sky. Everyone must take shelter, or …

“Aren’t you going to open it?” comes a voice from behind me. I almost scream.

Emerging from the shadows comes a middle aged female elf with a golden tooth.
“Open … what?” I ask shakily.
“This,” she cackles. Now I see her properly, I see she’s lugging a heavy chest. It looks like it’s weighing down, although she doesn’t show it. I take a wary step forwards, and she drops it to the floor. “Go on,” she says expectantly. “It’s been waiting for a girl like you.”

I gently put my fingers around the chest’s lid. The lid is heavy, but I just about manage to heave it open. And inside are …
Rubies. Dazzling, sparkling red jewels that manage to catch the light even in this dark cavern. I’m hypnotised by their beauty.

“Always wanted to see inside that,” says the lady, dazed. “But it was you who it was meant for. You know what it means? You’re the chosen one.”

*

ONE OF YOUR CHARACTERS HAS ULTERIOR MOTIVES:

“Wh - what do you mean?”
“For generations, I searched for someone to set free the - oh. Nothing.”
“The what?”
“Nothing, I said,” she insists firmly. “It doesn’t matter. Thank you, for all you have done.” she clasps her hands together.
“Um … all I did was open a box …”

The lady’s eyes open wide.

“Open a box?” she cries incredulously. “My dear, you have saved our world. We are forever indebted to you,” she bows her head. Still, I feel a slight sense of unease. This is all so sudden …
“But why me?” I ask. The lady kisses her teeth, and thinks for a moment.
“Why, I can only conclude that it senses your kindness. You love the world dearly, don’t you? It can tell.” she smiles.
“I do, but …”
“But nothing! My dear, our world is slowly losing its wealth, draining day by day. Our emperor likes to keep it close to his chest. It’s why we have no money to fund battling the acid rain, or why we are trapped in this secret crisis. The rubies - they are our saviour. The chest knew you would not use them for evil.”

Warmth spreads throughout my body. I’ve never been flattered like this before. I flush.

“Thank you.” I say. I reach for the chest, but the lady’s eyes … narrow.
“Not so fast,” she replied in a hoarse voice. “I’ll be the one taking that.”

She lurches for the chest, her arms curling around it. She murmurs something under her breath. The unease builds in my stomach. The lady’s murmuring gets louder.
“Beast! The panic-spreader, death-bringer, rise from your prison—” she cries, her voice crescendoing.
“The beast?” I ask, panic growing in my stomach. What have I done? The rubies seem to melt before my eyes, and before long there is a puddle in the bottom of the chest.

Then they start to reform. I see limbs out of the molten gems, a head, feet - or rather, talons. The melted rubies reveal scales and four yellow eyes; two on the head, and one on each arm. The beast hisses, its giant claws ready to strike. The eyes turn from yellow to blood red.

*

YOUR CHARACTER BREAKS THE FOURTH WALL:

The lady sees my petrified face and cackles ever so slightly. “You fell for that, didn’t you? What a shame.”
I ball my fists. I’ve been so stupid … it’s time to fight back.

The lady takes a step back. She wasn’t expecting this. “But where are my manners?” she asks, flustered. “I’m Ophelia - or Liz, to friends,”
“I’m not your friend.” I reply through gritted teeth.
“Ooh, someone’s got attitude,” the lady mocks, regaining her confidence. She laughs hoarsely. Red hot fire surges through my body.

Just because I love our planet doesn’t mean I’m a tool. “You know, it’s not every day I see someone this gullible,” she cackles again when she sees my confused face. “You really think the chest opened for you because of your kindness? This box was meant for pure evil. It needed a pushover, a pawn. Both apply to you.”

She looks at the beast to her right and murmurs something. It automatically nods. I swear it smiles maliciously, but I have no time to think about that. Once given the signal it lurches towards —

Me.

My mind freezes. What would someone else do - what would /you/ do? Maybe you would have a better plan, but I’m just me. I opened the chest because of my willingness to trust anyone, and it’s going to end me. What your plan would be doesn’t matter. The beast is coming for me. I can see its tongue lolling out of its lips. I imagine its razor sharp teeth covered in my blood.

/Please, help./ I screw my eyes shut —

And suddenly, I feel a tingle spread throughout my arms. Before I can blink, I feel my feet lift off of the ground.

No.

It’s not possible.

Am I levitating?

*

GIVE AN EVERYDAY THING A FANTASTICAL ELEMENT (EMOTIONS):

My eyes widen, “Wh - what happened?” I ask shakily.
Ophelia narrows her eyes as she whispers, “That dratted girl. Where did you get your Eldorado from, eh?” she asks.
“Me - I - um,” I stutter. The truth is, I’ve never told anyone where I found the vial of Eldorado. “I took it - well, not /took/ it, but I found it in my grandmother’s attic in a chest … that actually looks a lot like …”

“I KNEW IT!” cries Ophelia. She points her finger shakily at me. “You’re a thief, and nothing but a thief!”

My eyes dart around the cavern, flushing. What did I do?

“Your grandmother must’ve stolen that Eldorado from /my/ family. One day, my parents found our prized powder gone. And it was not just any Eldorado, the kind primary schools use for chemistry. No, this was the most powerful sample you could find across all of Evermore. Once mixed with strong emotions, anything is possible.” Ophelia finishes with a sharp intake of breath.
I knew my Eldorado was more powerful than the average, but … levitation? That’s one of the most advanced magics you can find. Elves train for years before mastering flight.

Knowing that I can do anything purely with emotions …
“Give it to me.” Ophelia snarls. “It belongs to me.” How could I have gotten so carried away? I forgot there’s a huge beast and an almost-murderer in front of me. And that almost-murderer wants to use what I have for evil. “Why do you think I’ve spent nearly a century down here, waiting for someone to unleash the beast so I can get. My. Revenge?”

My eyes widen.

/Please let this work./ I close my eyes and cross my fingers. I let my fear overwhelm me, until I can almost imagine a stone in the pit of my stomach. I shoot up the rabbit hole, all the way I fell down.

/Flying, flying, flying./

*

SOMETHING GIVES YOUR CHARACTER A SENSE OF REASSURANCE:

It worked! It actually worked!
The rain has cleared, leaving only puddles of water on the Grove. Like always, Maybell sends joy through my body. It’s just as beautiful as I remember.

It’s strange really. Everything has changed, but Maybell has stayed the same. It’s the one thing I know will always be there for me. I don’t know what will happen to me, or what Ophelia will do, but for now … all I’m focussed on is the Grove. The flowers above me seem even brighter now that I know how stark in contrast they are to what lies beneath them. A shiver runs down my spine. I still can’t believe I’m alive.

I take a deep breath in and out, as I soak in the perfume of the petals.
In, and out … in and out …

The Grove is my second home, but now I need to go back to my real home. With some probably petrified parents waiting for me.

*

YOUR CHARACTER HAS A PREMONITION THAT COMES TRUE:

I begin my journey back, then pause. Around halfway down the hill to my parents’ cottage in the village, I get an uneasy feeling. Why do I feel like something terrible has happened? I can smell something in the air. Like when father is cooking gooseberry pie, or we have herb stew …
Oh no. I know what it is. The uneasy feeling grows even stronger as realisation bubbles in my stomach. What I’m smelling right now is fire.

The pace of my breathing increases, and my gait quickens as I run down the hill. As I get closer, I can hear screams and shouts for help. The smoke stings my eyes, but I don’t care. I need to reach my parents, at whatever the cost.
“Mother? FATHER? Where are you?” I scream at the top of my lungs. I take a deep inhalation in, and then fall to the ground coughing. The fire is growing. “What started this?” I call out, pleading for a response.

No answer.

My eyes widen. I tear through the village, faster, faster every second. The dawn has just left the sky, and it’s turning blue. It seems too perfect, too picturesque. The sun shines down on the village and I.
/Why sun?/ I beg in my head. /Why couldn’t it be rain? Rain would quench the fire instantly./
I look around desperately, for any sign of a survivor. Any sign of the cottage. Any sign of my parents. But I can’t see anyone through this smoke clouding my eyes. How did this fire start in the first place? I don’t believe any of our neighbours would start a fire - even accidentally. It must be something else; something darker.

My ears prick up as I hear a howling from the left. It can’t be the wind: the weather’s too perfect. It must be something else. And the nauseous feeling I get makes me think that all of this destruction is completely my fault. Sure enough, I hear a stomping as the very beast made of fire I unleashed towers over me. Its crimson eyes turn to focus on my face.

*

YOUR MAIN CHARACTER DIES:

/No, no, no…/ The beast gives a leering grin again - so it /can/ smile - and pounces. Adrenalin, terror, and horror pulses through my body and I just about manage to dart out of the way. Almost.

I recoil as I spot a deep gash on my arm. I groan as searing pain replace the numb feeling I had at first. The wound doesn’t look good, and I’m losing blood quickly. The beast lurches again, and my stomach drops. Just in time I manage to dodge it, before it pounces again. My heart thuds in my chest like a drum, an ever-slowing melancholy beat. The smoke is sinking in. I look at the beast, then back at my village. What have I done? It was /me/ who unleashed the beast, /me/ who was gullible enough to trust Ophelia. And it’s /my/ fault that my village is melting.

Blood is seeping out of the gash, dripping to the floor. I’m losing too much blood, and my thoughts are clouding over.

/Just. Keep. Going./

The beast pounces onto me again.
This time I’m not so lucky.

*

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*

YOUR CHARACTER HAS NOSTALGIA:

I faintly blink my eyes open. My eyes are foggy and my sight unclear. What happened? For some reason, I feel a flaming pain at my arm - I look over to it, and —

Oh.
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no.

It all comes flooding back.

Pain erupts in my chest - not because of a wound, but because of fear; guilt; trauma; sadness and overall anger. If I hadn’t stayed out so late, none of this would’ve happened!

How am I still alive? I died, didn’t I?
But Ophelia’s words play again in my mind, “Once mixed with strong emotions, anything is possible.” That’s when I notice the golden dust sprinkled across my chest. I gasp. Someone must’ve brought me back from the dead … but there were no survivors of the fire. Who could’ve saved my life if they were all dead?

“Hello?” I call out weakly. My arm feels like it bursts into flames as soon as I try to lift it up. The same person that brought me saved my life must’ve bandaged my arm though, because it is swaddled in white. I’m forever indebted to whoever it was that brought me back. “Hello?” I call out again; stronger this time. Suddenly, a figure comes into my view. Drenched in blood. I recognise her crystal blue eyes, her full red lips, her raven dark hair … my best friend saved my life. “Addie?”

The figure’s eyes widen as she sees me. She calls out my name excitedly. “You’re alive!” she exclaims. Just the sound of her voice brings back a sense of nostalgia of the old days, when we roamed throughout Evermore, we danced in Maybell Grove, we joked about the boys in our class. Tears come to my eyes and I wipe them away determinedly. I won’t cry. “I - I just saw you lying there, and I did anything I could to save you. I fixed your arm, and even tried sprinkling some Eldorado over you. I didn’t think it would work though. I was so worried,” Addie says.
“What happened to everyone else?” I ask. I’m not sure I want to hear the answer.
“They’re - they’re … gone.”

I crumple as tears flood Addie’s eyes. This is all because of me. Addie’s body shakes as she sobs.

That sense of nostalgia comes back, even harder. I remember when I cooked gooseberry pie with my father, when my parents used to put me to sleep every night, those weekends we would spend together, when we went camping in Maybell Grove … we can never do any of that again. “Most of all, I remember the last time I ever saw my parents. I slammed the door shut and ran out of the house, where I began to finally calm down in the Grove. I would do anything to take the words I said to my parents back.

*

ADD A FEATURE FROM FANTASY, MYTH OR FAIRYTALES (FANTASY):

The story comes flooding out.

I tell Addie everything that happened last night, down to every little detail. She knew something was wrong from the second she looked at me. It hurts to tell my story, but it’s also comforting in a way, to know that someone else knows your story. When I finish, Addie takes a sharp intake of breath.
“It’s not your fault,” she says gently. “You didn’t know. You can’t blame yourself.” But what she says doesn’t stop the steady stream of tears running down both of our faces. “What happened to the beast?”

Oh.

“I - I don’t know—”

/Roar!/

Addie and I scream as loud as we possibly can, clutching each other tight. The beast sees us.
“Kill it!” Addie screams. But I have another idea.
“I’m not going to kill it. I’ve done enough damage already.” I say calmly. The vial of Eldorado is almost out - this is probably the last time I’ll ever use it. Maybe Addie sprinkled too much over me when she brought me back, but it’s for the better. Eldorado is what got us into this mess.
“Are you crazy?” shrieks Addie.
“No.” I hold the vial tight, and channel all of my hope for the future, my anger at what has been done, my guilt and my fear into one myriad of emotions. And I throw it at the beast. Instantly the beast’s malicious grin turns calmer. Maybe it won’t kill us. “The beast did nothing wrong. It was Ophelia who turned it into a little puppet.”

I hold hands with Addie as we walk off into the distance. Yes, the odds are against us, yes Ophelia is still out there, but also … yes. I have my best friend.

*

FINISH YOUR STORY:

EPILOGUE…

I think back on what happened five years ago. It still hurts every time, but I think it’s good to look back on your past. And while irreparable destruction happened, it also taught me a lot about myself. How far I will and won’t go - and the lengths people will go to for power. I made a lot of mistakes, but they taught me so many things. I never did find out what happened to Ophelia. Maybe she was consumed by the flames, or maybe she’s still out there, unaware that the Eldorado was destroyed. Either way, it doesn’t matter. We have each other.

After the fire, we found another survivor. Meg. It turned out she knew a lot about poisonous plants, and she’s probably saved Addie’s and my life countless times. At first Meg hated me for what I’d done, but we now have a deep respect for each other. I’ve found that terrible things bond people even closer than the good.

And as for the beast? We kept him for a few days, but after a week it became clear he wanted to roam free. We still see him every now and then, but most of the time he prefers to be by himself.

Addie, Meg and I live in the Grove now. It was the only option really - the memories of Addie and I were too strong for us to keep away for too long. Meg had never seen the Grove before: I’ll never forget the first time she truly took in the beauty of it. She smiled for the first time I’d ever seen. The tulips and dandelions are her favourite. Sometimes I’ll make her dandelion stew - my father’s old recipe from all of those years ago. She loves it, especially when I add in dandelion honey. She reminds me of myself when I was her age - stubborn. Very stubborn. She’s twelve years old now. I laugh now when I remember what I was like before that night, all of those years ago, but it also gives me a twinge of longing. My life can never be so carefree again.

I think Addie finds it harder to cope with the loneliness. She was always a people person, whereas Meg and I - we’re both shy. Two other caring friends is enough for us. I still think Addie likes the Grove, though. These past five years have given us fun times.

Once, Addie and I ran around the Grove for exactly four hours. My feet felt as if they would fall off, but it is still one of my favourite memories of the Grove.

Another time, the flowers bloomed early. Meg looked like she was about to cry with happiness. She loves the flowers the most out of all of us. I never would have thought it would be possible, but she says they remind her of her family’s garden.

None of us have any idea what the future will hold. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that you can never expect the bends in the road, no matter how sure you are that things will go your way. Sometimes it’s a good thing, sometimes not so much. But you should always hold on to what you love.

OMG LAST WEKLY(SO FUN THO) WHY -

anyways, 2097 words(:000, tried to make it short, i swear):



code: PATHS TAKEN: 5-2, 9-1, 6-3, 82-3, 7-3, 4-1, 3-3, 2-3, 1-5, 101-2 | SABOTAGE RESULTS: 9- F, 8- F, 4- F, 1- S;5- F, 3- F, 2- F, 7- S;6- F | ENDING: bad

Evelyn Forest had lived in Effervescent Cove all her life. Life was pollution-free and nice, but she couldn’t express how insanely boring things could get there. What with all the cheery townspeople and the friendly wild animals, absolutely no danger at all came to the sheltered cove.
She longed for an adventure, to have a bit of that great thrill of fright that came from risk. Whenever any people visited the cove, they were always the lucky bloody, panting ones that just had a great adventure - the ones in the books. Because Effervescent Cove lay in the middle of the Venturecity, a place where fiction was real, the only safe place in the Danger Zone.
Footsteps, quick and hard, interrupted her thoughts. Evelyn looked up to see her best friend - except they weren't really friends anymore. They had spoken less and less and had eventually stopped meeting one day, both losing interest in the hobbies they had once shared.
Stacy's eyes glinted as she got nearer. The person had definitely changed. Instead of the usual comfy sneakers she had worn, she now used high, flashy heels unlike her past self, quite contrasting Evelyn's tall black leather boots. Large gold, circular earrings dangled from her ears. Her pants, instead of old and colourful, were just a short dark skirt.
‘Well,’ she said, crossing her arms and glaring at Evelyn like she had stolen her beloved pet, a guppy called Goldfish, which she had thought was funny up till they broke up.
Evelyn raised an eyebrow. ‘Hi?’ she said, pushing her head backwards. ‘You look…different. What’s up?'
Scoffing scornfully, the other sneered, ‘Nerd. You have no idea what was actually going on when I didn’t hang out with you.'
‘What?’ said Evelyn confusedly. ‘You don’t make sense.'
‘Obviously, I’ve been at your enemies' side the whole time,' Stacy cackled. 'And why I spied is because we want your secrets!’
‘What? Evelyn repeated, genuinely puzzled, taken aback and starting to worry for her even former friend’s sanity now, slightly. ‘I’m afraid I don’t really quite get what you mean.’
‘Oh?’ Stacy mocked. ’Then how would you explain this?’
The classmate swung around to reveal a person behind her. But not just any person.
‘Carter?’ said Evelyn incredulously, and rubbed her eyes. ‘What - how - why -‘
‘That’s right,’ said Stacy, with a grin, before she stopped suddenly. ‘Wait, how do you not know about him? About - unless…’ some sort of truth dawned on her and she said, ‘…unless they haven’t told you? But - how? Who’s to blame? We want answers!’ Stacey demanded.
Carter was her deceased, closest cousin…She wasn’t even listening to Stacy…’Carter?’ she said. ‘Carter, is it really - how?’
Suddenly a breeze went over to them, at exactly the wrong moment. It carried plenty of dust and everyone there except Carter, who no one seemed to have noticed, sneezed. Another small, strong wind blew on and took the dust, as well as some straggling gravel, with it. It was extremely strange.
But on it went.
Evelyn, still shocked about the silent, ghostly Carter appearing out of nowhere, was beginning to think this was all a silly dream. She shook her head but let herself try to enjoy it - she never realized she was in a dream when she was, and that wasn’t to her disappointment. Any kind of escape from the beautiful but boring Effervescent Cove was great to her.
She sighed and snapped up from her daydream, which, when she thought about it, sounded a little odd - a daydream in a dream. She only wished she could snap out of the dream itself, not the day one. When she focused on the two, she found that they were gone. Evelyn was even more startled.
Gazing around, she realized with a panicked jolt that every other human in sight was gone, too! But the sounds of them were still there - murmurs of the chattering townspeople and a word or two from Stacy - what a dream. It was too real to be one, she thought excitedly. I’m finally having my own adventure. The circumstances were a tad weirder than she expected, though.
Bang! A sudden bolt of light hit the middle of the square, inches away from giving Evelyn a fatal blow. She scrambled up and stared at the spot it touched. Cracks were left on the sturdy cobblestone brick that was the floor. They just spread on and out like a cobweb, up buildings, onto tables and posts. Evelyn was starting to panic now.
She noticed that a glimmering glow, exactly like the name of the cove - effervescent - began to seep through the large cracks, changing colours every second. It seemed to be endless and she couldn’t tell where the source was. Soon the still-growing cracks weren’t deep or enough to keep the magical-looking liquid in. Fearing her life, Evelyn ran. And ran. But the cracks had grown all the way to the edge. Not a single person was in sight still.
The liquid started to flood, ever so lightly. The ones up in the buildings began to drip. Scared, she climbed up the table but didn’t notice some of the sticky, liquidy glow had escaped to a slanted roof above her and a crashing wave of it drowned her.
Evelyn screamed, but being sunk deep down in the thing, whatever it was, didn’t take away her oxygen, and she was glad. Cautiously, she tried to swim up but an unknown force pulled her further down the endless bottom than ever. Her heart beat fast as she couldn’t see the surface anymore, only the strange gravity-defying, colour-changing magic around her that now was starting to evaporate into a fizzy vapour, sending her up into the sky…

Hours later, Evelyn woke up in a confused daze. She was lying on a thick bank of clouds and she yelped in surprise, but magically, didn’t sink. Looking up into the sky, she saw a pretty woman walking over to her - or rather, flying. What?
The woman serenely fluttered her wings - wings? Wings! ‘You were chosen among the twelve billion pixies to go on and do the Ferxcore Quest,’ she said out of the blue, and handed her a long, glimmering white scroll of parchment, before disappearing without another word.
Evelyn’s head spun and she looked at the scroll wondrously. It seemed to be made of sparkling, soft white clouds.
‘Pixie?’ she whispered. ‘Quest?’
Slowly and breathlessly, she unrolled the glittering thing and gasped in awe. Carved in the cloud were many words and drawings, all of which moved. All of them were in her language, she noted with relief. She rolled it again and Evelyn gazed into the distance; sparkling clouds with multicoloured pastel bottoms stretching as far as her eye could see.
‘Oh,’ Evelyn said. ‘It’s beautiful.’
Her eyes went very wide when she looked down. Instead of her old clothes, she was magnificently dressed in a simple white, glittering singlet and a wraparound sort of fitting pastel overall on top of it. And she nearly fainted when she spun backwards and saw that she, too, had a pair of transparent, butterfly-style, moving wings!
‘I can fly?’ she screamed out loud, and immediately tested them. To her delight but not surprise, they worked! As soon as her feet left the ground she zoomed forward in delight, and kept on flying, far into the distance, determined to find something different from her surroundings.
As the days flew by, she got used to her ‘pixie’ appearance, and she realized somehow that she had shrunk. Evelyn finally reached a settlement somewhere, much to both her brain and wings’ delight. A mini village, complete with a forest behind it, fairy lights, and the sweet scent of baking, came into view. A quarter of an hour more! she pushed herself, and did.
Pixies her size greeted Evelyn at the front, and she looked at the with awe. She got herself a cosy little cottage within the next week and was soon an authoritous member of the community.
Each day, though, she felt slightly discomforted by the other’s appearances, far sparklier(though she normally wasn’t up for fanciness and the like) than hers, and each new day she spent a little longer in front of her mirror with worry, afraid they would kick her out.
Nothing else than stretches of clouds in sight, though she might camp in the woods…?
One day, she woke up to a now-unfamiliar hissing sound, the creeping feeling of heat; a blurred orange glow and fiery sparks that crackled from its source, a -
‘FIRE!’ several of her neighbouring pixies screamed.
Evelyn bolted up on her literally cloud-soft bed at jumped up, quickly looking around, wishing in haste that she had paid attention to the fire extinguishers hanging around - she just didn’t think it was possible in this dimension.
Quickly as she could, she poured water on a cloth and splatted it on her face. She knew she was more important than belongings but scanned around with a turn of her head for anything - the scroll. Evelyn slept with it each night, sensing magical powers stronger than anything in it, never telling anyone.
She crawled out with a beating heart and dashed downstairs as there was no glow. Evelyn flung herself out her door and looked at the other homes, which were, she realized with horror, destroyed. The remaining survivors went over to her.
‘It’s your fault,’ the elder amongst them said fiercely. ‘No one else would have fire powers. You, so caught up in-‘
Before the cruel person could finish, Evelyn sprang up and ran into the woods, far as she could go, panting and sobbing. She had always known the place wasn’t right.
Her last resort, which she knew somehow in her mind, was to read the instructions on the scroll, which had made no sense, one last time. After she had soothed herself, she unrolled the parchment but dropped it in surprise.
The words - had changed. And more words were being written as she looked, as if by an invisible hand.
‘There now, don’t you think of their appearances. None of the other pixies survived - emotionally anyway. They never thought to look for fire extinguishers. They’re selfish in heart, Evelyn. That was your sole assignment, the Ferxcore Quest.’
Evelyn was confused, but the scroll wrote on to explain.
‘You were brought here with an empty life, but we could see you were suitable for it. Now you are determined the first Ferxcore. Special powers are given to you - but due to the partly unsuccessful side of the mission, that you hoped to find a place like that village, one you dreamed in a nightmare - and hey, it isn’t your fault, solely fate’s; you must live alone and never see another soul in your life.’
She took all this in.
‘But Evelyn, you will dream bigger and better. Why, they shall seem real and you will look forward to them, yet not have a real longing for a social life. For now, you will - and yes, I can see your future - stay camping further in the woods, something you will enjoy greatly, much more than living in Pix Village.’
I actually will like it, she thought. I know I will - the feeling of survival and all that. But I need to know something. What are you? Who? Why do you - how can you-
Well, the scroll wrote with a smile sketch, all you need to know is that I share your surname; the only one that craved adventure in our family.
Her head spun. Are you who I think you are?
It’s me, Carter! the scroll wrote. Oh, how glad I am. I was brought into this world, same as you. I came across an old but powerful enchantress; she took my life but was kind enough to split my soul in this scroll, where I’m all-knowing, and a ghost in our square. That was what Stacy was so curious about. And the crazy wind before that was me trying to communicate!
But you didn’t show any emotion!
Curses work in a weird way, Evelyn. And for now, I’m so sad to say that the following are my last words here. You can touch the scroll lightly to see all the past messages I wrote to you, though.
No! Carter! You’re all I’ve got left! Evelyn thought frantically.
Don’t worry, wrote Carter, their trademark motto; be happy.

Daily 29:546 words

Beginning: Deep down, you know that was wrong, right? - @GraceOBrien13
Setting: A graveyard - @TWILIGHT_A
Conflict: You are trapped by someone seeking something only you possess - @xXFierroOrFalafelXx
Climax: Your brother threatens to turn you into lasagna - @readingCat11
Ending: And at long last, it dissolved. - @-WildClan-


Deep down, I knew that was wrong.

Giving my only true power to my brother for his “project” or whatever. I'm almost forgetting what had happened as if my memory is fading away like the words on the paper when you rub them out.

My brother had sent me a letter the day before. I remember sitting on my throne, talking to my advisor, Harriet. They were just telling me all the news such as how the professors found a new species of shark and how the crops are going up this year. I listened to them intently as a messenger ran into the throne room.

“Our ruler!” He said, bowing. “We have received a letter from a king from the land across the Greatest Sea - do you perhaps know him?”
“My brother!” I yelped, sitting up. “I haven't seen him in the last ten years!! Oh, do hand me the letter!”

The messenger obediently offered the letter and I took it gracefully. “You may go,” I said.
I opened the letter with my letter-opener, my excitement bubbling up inside of me. Harriet stood patiently beside me, looking over my head.

The letter read:

Dearest sister Evelyn,

My my it's been a long time, hasn't it? Things are going great over at the MainLand. My kingdom so far is prospering very well, how's yours? I bet it is as well, with that new magic I heard you finally found.

I am so happy for you. After a long time of knowing that your magic will be revealed, a prophecy that was embedded within everything has finally come true. Magic, I say, lost for millennia, now finally revealed once again by you! Oh, how both our kingdoms could be great!

Now, I have an idea. I am arriving in your kingdom as you read this letter, and I will be there by midnight. I will be at the old graveyard, where I could share my thoughts on my kingdom having magic as well. Perhaps you could give me a sprinkling of magic, so we could both share it? I'll tell you more tonight.

Lots of love,
Ralph

“I'll see my brother at the graveyard by tonight!” I declared to Harriet, and my memories of those moments back at the palace fade away…

Now, all I just see, was what happened in the graveyard behind me. H-he was standing there, shadows behind his eyes, him saying “Evelyn, we could make our kingdoms great. We just need your magic, and everything could go so well!”
“Excellent!” I said, and at that, I just felt something pour out of me, like blood or something, until all that was left was me, on the ground, shivering, smiling, and whispering. “Our kingdoms, Ralph?”
Then, he said "No, Evelyn, mine.“

”Now, I'm going to get some dinner. We are having Evelyn Lasagna tonight. Hope you enjoy being turned into pasta!“ he snarled cruelly.

”No!" I tried to scream, but barely a croak came out.

Now the graveyard is behind me as I run away, using all of my remaining strength. I look around and see my brother still behind me, and, at long last, he dissolved. And, next to the withering, dying body of my real brother, was a hooded, grinning mage.