july 6, word war - 151 words
word war with @legocookie6

They were falling… falling…
Whilst in the air, her brain started thinking.
She had just enough time to write her own obituary.
June Ada, died age thirteen
Died while falling to her death from an an thousand meter high building, with the freezing sea below. Killed because of fall impact.
Survived by her… actually she didn't know if any of her family was alive.
Assuming they were in the bombing site, they would be dead.
Suddenly, the water hit her.
More like she hit the water.
Chills swept over immeadiatly, making her teeth chatter.
She couldn't open her eyes underwater.
But she was alive.
And breathing.
Breathing… underwater.
Is this a gift or something?
Before her brain had time to answer, her friend, Mary, pushed her to a block of ice, forcing her to get on.
“I'm alive?” was the first thing she said meeting her friend's eyes.
"Yeah you are,

Word War // July 6 // 145 words

Original version used for word war:
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Conure said, stretching her newly formed dragon wings as she looked down at Wingcloud. The tomcat stared at her with a mix of shock and awe as his friend leaped off of the rock, soaring into the air and blasting fire at the shadow cats trying to attack them. “I am a descendent of the Dracats,” she called as she took down their enemies. “I have abilities not known to anyone…. I just didn’t tell you, because I was worried about how you’d react.” She smiled at Wingcloud as she wiped out the last of the shadows, landing next to him. “Woah…” he said, speechless. “I…hope you don’t mind,” Conure giggled, and Wingcloud responded “oh, no, that was awesome! I didn’t know that you had all of that inside you!” Conure smiled, before running towards the exit.

Edited version used for word count (243 words):
In a flash of light, the meditating cat on the rock grew in size, summoning a huge pair of dragon wings, large horns, and a set of spikes running down her back. Her tail became longer, a large arrowhead tip forming on it as she stood up. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Conure said, stretching her newly formed wings as she looked down at Wingcloud. The tomcat stared at her with a mix of shock and awe as his friend leaped off of the rock, soaring into the air and blasting fire at the shadow cats trying to attack them, turning them into a puff of smoke. “I am a descendent of the Dracats,” she called as she took down their enemies. “I have abilities that no one else has…powers passed down from generation to generation…” She smiled at Wingcloud as she wiped out the last of the shadows, landing next to him. “Woah…” he said, speechless. “I…hope you don’t mind,” she nervously chuckled. “I just didn’t tell you, because I was worried about how you’d react.” Wingcloud blinked, processing what he had just seen and heard, before saying “Oh, no, that was awesome! I didn’t know that you had all of that inside you!” Conure smiled, before running towards the exit, yelling “Now let’s get out of here before more of those shadows come!” Wingcloud looked at what remained of the wave of shadows, before following Conure in excitement.

Word War // July 6 // 138 words

Original version used for word war:
A young creature ran along a rocky desert, holding an egg in her arms. She was running from the only home she knew, but it was for the best, right? So that she didn’t have to serve that evil anymore…live her own life…and make sure that her little sibling would never even know what dangers that she had to face. As she dodged raining fireballs and hopped over ravines of lava, Solary didn’t dare to look behind her. She could only imagine the army that would’ve been sent after her… until she tripped and fell onto the hard ground, the egg in her paws rolling until it rested against a rock. The young Koopaling scooted towards it, looking behind her in fear…before seeing nothing. No sign of Goombas, or Koopas, or Spinies searching for her. Was it true?

Edited version used for word count (442 words):
A young creature ran along a firey, gloomy, rocky desert, holding a large egg in her arms. She was running from the only home she knew…but it was for the best, right? So that she wouldn’t have to serve that evil anymore…live her own life…and make sure that her little sibling would never even know what dangers that lurked in this world. As she dodged raining fireballs and hopped over ravines of lava, Solary didn’t dare to look behind her. She could only imagine the army that would’ve been sent after her… until she tripped and fell onto the hard ground, the egg in her paws rolling until it rested against a rock. The young Koopaling scooted towards it, fearfully turning her head, ready to beg for mercy…before seeing nothing. No sign of Goombas, or Koopas, or Spinies searching for her. Was it true? Was she really that replaceable? Even though she hated that kingdom and it’s constant search for power, she really thought that she mattered…and she even took an egg with her…the egg! Solary scrambled to the large soon-to-be Koopaling, cradling it in her arms. She rubbed her eyes, feeling lonely, before yelping as a beam of moonlight peeked through the smoky clouds and onto her and the egg. She stared, having never seen the moon before, before hearing a loud crack as the egg in her arms, glowing slightly, began to hatch. Solary looked down at it, watching as a little Koopaling, with fluffy, deep purple hair, speckled with white that looked like stars…if Solary knew anything about stars. “H-hello,” she whispered, as her little sister looked up at the moon, taking in all of its power. “I’ll name you…uhm…” She looked at the moon, trying to remember its name. “M…inu. Minu.” She wearily smiled, looking back at Minu, before yelping as the beam of moonlight became green, and grew in size…except it wasn’t from the moon. A strange ship landed nearby, Solary standing up in panic, holding Minu in her arms. Maybe she was getting captured and taken back to her home? But this wasn’t a Koopa ship, and the creature that stepped out of the ship was definitely nothing that she had ever seen before… It had a purple head, and long floppy ears, and some speckles like those on Minu’s hair. It wore a green uniform and visor, and looked very intimidating…before holding out a paw to Solary. “I’ll help you,” she said quietly. Solary looked from her to the castle in the distance, and then back. Gently cradling Minu in an arm, she reached up and took the creature’s paw, following her inside the ship…

word war - 152 words

here's my proof for my war! it's an extremely goofy piece of writing, but I kind of like it bahaha

this plotline was the first thing that I thought of xD

The Cat in the Hat love to write songs. His favourite song is the little rhyme that his sister Peggy wrote last year, and he sings it so joyfully. Peggy also enjoys writing songs, and she makes sure that the Cat in the Hat always releases his songs on time without passing the deadline. Peggy has a best friend names Louise, and Louise cannot write songs at all. She tried once and was super bad at it, and Peggy’s ears bled. Peggy still loves Louise anyways and she doesn’t mind that she is so bad at writing songs. Peggy and The Cat in The Hat are good friends, and they love to dance together while listening to the songs they wrote. Their mother tells them that it is good they are friends, and they are happy that she approves of them. They love to finish their dances, and then always go inside

return home here

(Sorry for spamming the forum, this is my last one for the day-)
Word War // July 6 // 217 words

Original version used for word war:
Beesummoner ran from the bullies, panicking. What was going to happen to him now? He had been banished from his home, already been attacked, and it looked like he would find a new, even worse fate. He dove behind a barrel of coconuts, acting like it would do anything to hide him from the group of Sandwings, as he listened to their mocks and sneers. Suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere, an Icewing jumped in front of him, hissing at the bullies. They growled back, but were visibly scared. “Stay away from him!” the young Icewing commanded, and when the lead Sandwing tried to attack him, they were quickly knocked to the ground, blasted with a quick ice breath. The bullies scattered off, leaving Beesummoner with the Icewing. “Are you okay??” he asked, looking at the Sand-Hivewing’s injuries. “I’ll…be fine…” he whispered, although he definitely knew he was not going to be fine at all. “Come with me,” the Icewing said, helping him up. The two wandered through the back alleys, which made Beesummoner feel more like an outcast. Outcast. He liked the sound of that, for some reason. He ran the word through his head a few times, before being woken up by the ice dragon. “Hey, what’s your name?” “Uh- Outcast-“ he stuttered, not fully processing

Edited version used for word count (329 words):
Beesummoner ran from the bullies, panicking. What was going to happen to him now? He had been banished from his home, already been attacked once by these kids, and it looked like he would find a new, even worse fate. He dove behind a barrel of coconuts, acting like it would do anything to hide him from the group of Sandwings, as he wearily listened to their mocks and sneers, the group approaching him threateningly. Suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere, an Icewing jumped in front of the barrel he was hiding behind, hissing at the bullies. They growled back, but most of them were visibly scared. “Stay away from him!” the young Icewing commanded, and when the lead Sandwing tried to attack him, they were quickly knocked to the ground, blasted with a quick ice breath. They yelped, and scattered off with the other bullies, leaving Beesummoner with the Icewing. “Are you okay??” he asked, looking at the Sand-Hivewing’s injuries. “I’ll…be fine…” he whispered, although he definitely knew he was not going to be fine at all unless he got some help. “Come with me,” the Icewing said, helping him up. The two wandered through the back alleys, which made Beesummoner feel more like an outcast. Outcast. He liked the sound of that word, for some reason. He ran it through his head a few times, before being snapped back to reality by the ice dragon. “Hey, what’s your name?” he asked, tilting his head kindly. “Uh- Outcast-“ he stuttered, not fully processing the question in time. “Ah, cool! Very mysterious- so, should I escort you home, or something?” Beesummoner looked up at him sadly, and the Icewing realized that he didn't have a home anymore. “Ah, well…I know somewhere you might be able to stay,” he said with a comforting smile. “By the way, I'm Flurry. It's nice to meet you, Outcast!” The newly named Outcast nodded, following his new acquaintance to what might be his new life.

zodiacdog wrote:

Side effects may include smelling like smoothie, turning into a pillow, turning into a smoothie, attracting a lot of bugs, sleep deprivation, start seeing smoothie men, start hearing the waves (of smoothie) washing on a shore, de@th, start feeling like a liquid, have a weird obsession with smoothies, and start offering family members to ‘the smoothie gods.’
Come to the smoothie house today, and get a smoothie pillow!

Lol

Word war
105 words, lost, no points earned

“Oof!” Someone said, I could feel that I had backed into them, but I was in to big of a hurry to stop. “Sorry!” I yelled over my shoulder. I was late for band, and as I came up to the class room we where practicing in I heard my teach yelling. “Has anyone seen Storm?!” Professor Taylor asked the class. “She's late again!” I pushed through the doors “I'm here, sir!” “It's about time.” he said as he pointed at my seat, “We can't start without you, and you know that. Don't be late again.” “Yes, sir.” I said, and we started our lesson.

Word War
Total - 198 words
Including prompt: 216 words

The rain continued to pour heavily as I sprinted across the lamp-lit streets. It was such a beautiful day if one truly took the time to admire the beauty - although, overlooking it was probably easy given the situation of coldness, taking away from the warmth of light. I was completely drenched without my umbrella, but nevertheless, I continued to run. Eventually, I reached my house, and what a sense of relief I felt. Unlocking the front door, I stared up at the glass chandelier, hanging from above. It looked so gorgeous at night with all the city lights reflecting off on its glimmer. I knew I was lucky for a lot of things - having a loving family, a good house, and access to resources.. you name it. But honestly, sometimes I felt like I had nothing in this world.. although I had so much, I felt this sense of longing. I was missing something in my life, and that feeling of missing something made me lonely. I felt like I wasn't enough in many scenarios. People always seemed to set me up with high unexpectable standards, and all of that pressure just makes me burst. “One of the amazing features of showers is that when you are inside nobody can see you cry,” and that's why

july 6, word war - 144 words
word war with @KIM-

My bedroom is my home. It has all the books I read, all my belongings, and is pretty much the messiest place ever.
My bookshelf is supposed to be sorted by colour of spine, but half the books are missing because I take them out too often.
My sheets are crumpled, my cats sleep everywhere and their fur floats around the place, sticking to every available surface.
As for my desk, it's at the corner of my room. I've stuck way too many things up around it, including the periodic table, the first 100 digits of pi, morse code, a calender, etc.
One thing you will notice if you step in is that all my clothes are dumped on my mini sofa - I can't be bothered to put them away. My books are stacked in big piles on the floor, and tissues line the

Word War with @Sandy-Dunes (161 words):

I close the door behind me and turn off the lights. I wait in my bed, waiting for my parent to go to sleep. I then, finally, hear the footsteps of them. The door slowly creaked open, and I hear it slowly close. I hold my breath, not wanting them to know I am awake and waiting for them to sleep. I wait for another long moment. Another. When I am sure they are in their room and aren’t coming back out, I turn all my lights back on. I held my breath for a second, because I could have sworn there were noises outside my bedroom. I wait for another minute, making sure that won’t catch me up like this. If they do, I’m doomed. I slowly, as quietly as I could, picked up my sketchbook and my pen. I remember what I need to draw, then I start. Line by line, my masterpiece forms.
“Ok, let’s get this started.”

July 6-7, 2023
Potion

Verse 1
We’ve been friends for over half my life
So tell me why I can’t get over you
I love you but I wish you’d start anew
You and your games

Pre-chorus
I’ve made lots of mistakes, had some victories too
But my eyes, they just keep panning to you
You’re the perfect angel, sent down from heaven and you’re baked
With all the traits I would kill, lie, manipulate to have

Chorus
How is it that your potion is a lethal attack?
How is it that it smells like a strawberry snack?
How is it that you get away with everything you steal?
God your so good at talking that I wanna believe
Everything you’ve ever earned is with honesty
I know you’re not who you say you are
I’m second guessing my thoughts, my every move, I could scream
You’re so nice it’s like I almost want you to succeed
Every word you say, guy you manipulate
But I can’t relate

Verse 2
Everything I’m good at, you can do it better
I’m sinking into water, I can feel the pressure
You’re the first choice and I’m the understudy
I pray everyday that they will see but he
Is lured under the magic spells you cast

Chorus
How is it that your potion is a lethal attack?
How is it that it smells like a strawberry snack?
How is it that you get away with everything you steal?
God your so good at talking that I wanna believe
Everything you’ve ever earned is with honesty
I know you’re not who you say you are
I’m second guessing my thoughts, my every move, I could scream
You’re so nice it’s like I almost want you to succeed
Every word you say, guy you manipulate
But I can’t relate

Bridge
I know you’re a good person but I can’t overlook
How you stepped over me to purchase your spell book
Life is overwhelming, I know
I just wish you would show
Your true colors
The way I unveiled them years ago

Chorus
How is it that your potion is a lethal attack?
How is it that it smells like a strawberry snack?
How is it that you get away with everything you steal?
God your so good at talking that I wanna believe
Everything you’ve ever earned is with honesty
I know you’re not who you say you are
I’m second guessing my thoughts, my every move, I could scream
You’re so nice it’s like I almost want you to succeed
Every word you say, guy you manipulate
But I can’t relate

424 words

Name: Ava
Cabin: Lyric
Content: Weekly #1

LET'S GET IT

Part 1
Topic: Write a literal interpretation on a silent comic.
Word Count: 316/300

My literal interpretation is on the silent comic- The secret of life. It starts out with a scene of tree, where we watch a yellow bud grow. Instead of transforming into a flower, its petals die and all that is left is an umbrella life structure with a small, blue egg inside of it.

Next we catch sight of an old man on a boat. He is rowing toward the tree, which is on an island, and plucks some of the queer umbrella-shaped skeletons. After collecting enough to fill his boat along with him, he begins to row back to his village and spreads all of them on a mat, waiting for people to come and buy them.

Soon a mother with a child appears next to the man. The child has an upper body and a lower body, but no stomach in sight. After buying a flower petal skeleton from the man, she places it in the place where her daughter's stomach is supposed to be. The skeleton structure turns out to be a cage, and as the child grows up, the egg hatches and a small blue bird grows up with her as well.

As the child becomes a teenager, she meet people who also have bird cages like her. The bird is growing fast and steady on, now, and once the girl is an old frail woman, the bird- now too big for the cage- peeps out at her with it's whole neck.

The old lady is seen climbing a rocky hill with a stick before kneeling down. The bird bends its head, knowing what is about to happen.

The woman then collapses on the ground and the bird flies free, showing us a picture of a beautiful blue phoenix like bird with dark plumes, singing as it flew into the sky as if it had always been it's home.

Part 2
Topic: Write about a character giving someone a symbolic dish
Word Count: 609/400

Mickey Freyson was a child who lived on 3rd Avenue Street, right next to the huge mall that girls used to constantly visit. He was surrounded by 3 sisters, a constantly working dad and a pregnant mother. His oldest sister would take care of his mother, his younger sister would be too busy with sixth grade homework, and his oldest sister (his favorite) was already in college, taking the science stream.

It was a special time of the year for Mike. It was the month of Holi. Mike was no Indian, but his best friend was, and after being with her so long, not celebrating Holi almost seemed like a crime.

Neha Prem was the girl who lived on 5th Avenue street, next to the football court where boys constantly used to scream in. She had a dog name Bear and a younger brother who couldn't even walk yet. Her best friend Mickey was supposed to come over today, but everyone knew he wouldn't.

On the day of school before the holi holidays, Mickey and Neha had a fall out. It was a simple thing really- a miniature fight- but it was enough for Neha to shout at Mickey to not come to her house anymore for Holi. Regret instantly captured her features as he bit his tongue and went back to his seat quietly. The classmates around them knew that the two would make up sooner or later- but since there were no more school days, Mickey might miss Holi with Neha after all.

“MICKEY, AREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO GO TO THE PREM'S HOUSE THIS EVENING?!” His mom shouted while Mickey played video games on his laptop. He paused the game and got up form his seat, revising the speech he had prepared for his mother. “Mom, Neha said that her mom had invited their relatives over this time, since they hadn't seen them for nine years! Can you believe it?” he tried to keep his voice from cracking as his mother's features morphed into something unreadable before smiling. “Alright we can go next time, mick.” Mickey nodded and went back to his computer games, sighing.

That afternoon, Neha looked at the dining table and thought about how it would look with all of Mickey's family members and hers sitting at the table, eating and laughing. She made up he mind at that moment that she wouldn't spoil the entire festival over one stupid fight. Neha was like that in some ways- she could get over fights faster than almost anyone.

“Mumma, can i take two gujiyas in a bowl?” Neha asked, already loading the traditional food onto the plate. Her mother didn't even hear her as she walked out the door, jogging to Mickey's house so that she could reach before the sun set.

When Mickey opened the door and saw Neha there, he was confused when she pushed a bowl into his hands. Neha's face went red as she took a deep breath and mumbled, “I'm Sorry.”

“I didn't quite catch it. What did you say?”

“Don't make me say it again,” Neha, who was a very bad apologize-r glared at Mickey and he decided that he got what he wanted. “Just return the bowl this evening,” she mumbled and practically running back to 5th Avenue street as Mickey observed the food in the bowl, noting it as a symbol if friendship, a symbol of an apology, and a symbol inviting him back to her house this evening for their holi dinner. He smiled and took a bite of the food before shouting with his mouth full,

“MOM, ARE YOU WILLING TO GO TO NEHA'S HOUSE?”

Part 3
Topic: Continue a paragraph sicking with a motif.
Wordcount- 420/400

STAGE DIRECTIONS
(Enter a King and a queen very lovingly; the Queen embracing
him and he her. (…) (She) lays him down upon a bank of
flowers: she, seeing him asleep, leaves him. Anon comes in,
takes off his crown, kisses it, pours poison in the king’s
ear, and exits.).

The crowd was quiet as a mouse while the coffin was on display, and the Queen spoke dearly about him, while shedding tears. Half the crowd was already crying as the others looked down at their feet.

Anon had been caught just two minutes after his murder. The Queen had come back to check whether she had left one of her rings in the room when she caught Anon in the act. The moment he stepped out of the door, he was being taken away by knights.

“I- really loved him,” the Queen said, smiling bitterly as tears continuously poured from her eyes. “But, the killer has been caught. His soul can rest in peace, and so can everyone else's, knowing that the there won't be a murderer on the loose anywhere in the streets.”

The crowd slowly started to part away, some staying a little longer to grieve at the loss of their King, but some left immediately, not bearing to see the sight again.

-A FEW YEARS LATER-

A boy walked up to the King's grave. He had Irises in a bouquet, along with many other types of flowers. Roses, Marigolds, Daisies, Tulips- The people on the road could see almost every time of flower in his huge bouquet

He was trudging slowly to the graveyard, careful not to get the flowers dirty, thus he had to hold it right in front of his face, away for the people trying to bump into it.

As he entered the graveyard full of grieving people, he slowly plucked each flower from his bouquet with delicacy, and gave a flower to everyone he saw. In return, he got many hugs and pats on the head from the crying people as they placed flowers on their loved ones graves.

But that was just a small part for why he was here.

On the top of the hill, where nobody dared to step foot, was the King's grave. He set down the bouquet and started to take out every flower one by one, placing them on the tombstone and on the soil where the King was buried under. He muttered strange things while placing each flower, and the people downstairs gave him queer glances, as if he had just urned from the sweet boy from 5 minutes ago to a crazy lad.

He got up half an hour later, with an empty bouquet in his hands and started to walk down the hill, mumbling a few word s with glassy eyes-

“Goodbye, Dad.”

Part 4
Topic: Rewrite Part 1 with symbolism
Wordcount- 416/400

My symbolic interpretation is on the silent comic- The secret of life. It starts out with a scene of tree, where we watch a yellow bud grow. Instead of transforming into a flower, its petals die and all that is left is an umbrella life structure with a small, blue egg inside of it. This may symbolize that the birth of life is found in the queerest places- and that you must work to find the best of it, like the small egg inside.

Next we see an old man on a boat. He is rowing toward the tree, which is on an island, and plucks some of the queer umbrella-shaped skeletons. After collecting enough to fill his boat along with him, he rows back to his village and spreads all of them on a mat, waiting for people to come and buy them.

Soon a mother with a child appears next to the man. The child has an upper body and a lower body, but no stomach. After buying a flower petal skeleton from the man, she places it in the place where her daughter's stomach is supposed to be. The skeleton structure turns out to be a cage, and as the child grows up, the egg hatches and a small blue bird grows up with her as well. This shows that the bird and the child- growing side to side- are all living creatures. We all deserve a future, and that every living beign is equal.

As the child becomes a teenager, she meet people who also have bird cages like her. The bird is growing fast and steady on, now, and once the girl is an old frail woman, the bird- now too big for the cage- peeps out at her with it's whole neck. The woman, though now old, has a young adult bird inside of her. This can show that no matter how old you are, you can always have the young spirit.

The old lady is seen climbing a rocky hill with a stick before kneeling down. The bird bends its head, knowing what is about to happen.

The woman then collapses on the ground and the bird flies free, showing us a picture of a beautiful blue phoenix like bird with dark plumes, singing as it flew into the sky as if it had always been it's home. This symbolizes that how we were born from nature, and how we go back to the nature as we pass on.

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YOU KNOW I WANT THAT HOoOoOoOoooOME~
YOU KNOW YOU GOT THAT HOOoOooOOoOOOOoME~

SWC JULY 2023 Bi-Daily 06-07



I Know About Whispers


You used to run riot
But I was always by your side.
You were acting like a pirate
And I just wasn't quite wild.
You always looked out for me,
But I never did the same.
What happened I could foresee,
But you didn't listen to me.

All those years
It was just you and me.
But all my fears
Drove me to insanity.

I know about Whispers.
Your only friend.
We were just sisters,
Our friendship doomed to end.
I still know about Whispers,
Someone on who you could depend.

As we drifted apart,
I didn’t know what to do.
I wish I could restart,
Change what I did to you.
I always followed orders,
Hurt you when I was told to.
I couldn’t break these boarders.
Which I built between me and you.

All those years
It was just you and me.
But all my fears
Drove me to insanity.

I know about Whispers.
Your only friend.
We were just sisters,
Our friendship doomed to end.
I still know about Whispers,
Someone on who you could depend.

After all this time,
I wish I could forget about my climb.
They may have hurt you,
But I did too.
Now you can be together,
With all your feathers.
This curse I put on you,
Will never be through.

All that time
It was just you and me.
And your crime
Has set us free.

I know about Whispers.
Your only friend.
We were just sisters,
Our friendship doomed to end.
I still know about Whispers,
Someone on who you could depend.

I know about Whispers.
Your lover.
We’re still just sisters,
Our friendship rediscovered.
I still know about Whispers,
Someone on who you can depend.
I still know about Whispers,
Someone on who you can depend.
I still know about Whispers,
Someone on who you can depend.

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“For many authors, listening to their favourite songs is an important part of the creative writing process. But have you ever tried to write your very own song? If the answer is no, then there’s never been a better time to start! And since this is a bi-daily, you’ll have two days to complete the following task.

Begin by reading this workshop on songwriting by daily team member and songwriter @-Alocasia: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/6722906 . Then, in at least 300 words, write the lyrics to your very own original song (including chorus repeats). You will receive 400 points for confirming you did the bi-daily, with an extra 100 points up for grabs if you share your writing!

This is the first day of this bidaily!

Also, word wars are now open and will be for the rest of camp! Find them here: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/872186840/”

♩♬ Author’s Notes:
> Songwriting daily, woohoo yippee!!
> I don’t think this is very good sobbing jshgdha (+ it was rushed),, though I hope it’s acceptable :,D
> This is written from the view of one of my characters, Charlie, when he moves away from the place he’d been living almost all his life (Charlie’s anniversary of existence was just yesterday I believe, so nice coincidence!)
> While I have moved places before, I didn’t really feel this way so I hope this song is somewhat okay skjdhfajsdh
> this is probably my first complete song I’ve ever written in a while
> I excluded the title and things like “Verse 1” from the word count

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Title
Why Can’t I Stay
by @PixelDucko

Verse 1
My home was always a comfort place for me
I’d stay asleep all day
Wend my time away
In the middle of May
Not giving any single caring soul
For what the future would behold

Verse 2
Then once the month changed
My life took a spin
Going on the wrong side of the crossroad
To put it simply, I didn’t grin
The news was frightening
To an unadaptable one like me
Gosh, this is so foolish
Come on, I was just a teen

Pre-chorus
Perhaps I’m just being overdramatic
But I don’t wanna leave this place
I wanna stay at home
And not move away

Chorus
I wanna stay with my friends
Even if they’re imaginary
I don’t wanna move to another area
Even if it’s for the best of me

Verse 3
You know, I don’t really feel free
They say new experiences are fun
But out of all the definitions of amusement
I don’t think this dreadful discomfort is one
I want to return, but no matter how much I complain
People will always brush off my pain

Verse 4
I know it’s foolish
You don’t have to remind me
But I just thinking moving houses isn’t great
I’d rather stay somewhere where I know I’m safe
All these new faces and rules confuse me
I just wanna go my home
But my home isn’t here
And I’ll be stuck outside my comfort zone

Pre-chorus
Perhaps I’m just being overdramatic
But I just wanna leave this place
I wanna stay at home
And not move away

Chorus
I wanna stay with my friends
Even if they’re imaginary
I don’t wanna move to another area
Even if it’s for the best of me

Bridge
Why can’t I just return?
Stay where I belong?
This new place gives me nerves
It all just feels so wrong
I know it’s probably great
But I’m not ready to say goodbye
You know, I’m just afraid

Chorus
I wanna stay with my friends
Even if they’re imaginary
I don’t wanna move to another area
Even if it’s for the best of me

End
I hope I’ll get used to it eventually

♩♬ Word Count: ~346

Mango's Word Wars
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July 6th word war (attempt 1) || 3 minutes || Competitor: zodiacdog || Me: 154 words || Opponent: || Placement: || No prompt, yes proof
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If there’s one character I currently have an obsession with, it’s this cute chaotic evil green bean known as Fawful. First seen in Mario and Luigi: Superstar Saga, this bean-ish character is the main antagonist’s assistant, trying to foil the plans of Mario and Luigi to make sure Cackletta conquers the world.
Of course, the pair’s plans get foiled, Cackletta dies, and leaves Fawful to his own evil doing.

Two games later, he finally returns as the main antagonist. First speaking about mustard and fink-rats in the first game, now simply talking in third person, and making… strange analogies. His idea is instead of taking the beanstar, he’s going to claim the dark star, so the world will be filled with evil, leaving him to conquer the world, or something. I’m not entirely sure what the dark star does.

As much as he may be evil though, his speech and character is overall adorable.

Silvi's Writing Thread
I feel like this is cringe
Back into the Past
I look back, back into the past,
The one that lays behind me,
So close yet so far ahh ahh,
I now have to let it be…

Ohhhh, it is all trying to cha-a-a-aa-nge me,
Ohhhh, what I am now is all there’s left to be.

I know that all I have,
Is the future ahead,
Not trying to change it all instead,
I am trying, trying, trying…
To go back into the past,
Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhhh
To go back into the past.


The times that are waiting,
Are happy I know,
But the past is still tainting,
What makes me go…

Ohhhh, it is all trying to change me,
Ohhhh, what I am is all there’s left to be.

I know all I have,
Is the future ahead,
Not trying to change it all instead,
I am trying, trying, trying,
To go back into the past,
Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh
To go back into the past.

I have a fresh new start,
I can feel the fire in my heart,
From the days,
So long ago ooooh-ooooh,
I feel myself weakening,
Under it, under it, under it…

Ohhhhhhh, it is all trying to change me,
Ohhhhhhh, what I am is all there’s left to be.

I know all I have,
Is the future ahead,
Not trying to change it all instead,
I am trying, trying, trying,
To go back into the past,
Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhhh,
To go back into the past,
To go back into the past,
To go back into the past.

I am trying to change me,
My heart and my mind,
Trying to go for the worst,
The wrong choice,
But it is pulling me, pulling, pulling me,
Back into the past,

I know all I have,
Is the future ahead,
Not trying to change it all instead,
I am trying, trying, trying,
To go back into the past,
Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhh,
To go back into the past,
To go back into the past,
To go back into the past.

SWC Weekly # 1

Part 1:
For the first part of this weekly, we’ll be looking at silent comic strips (https://behance.net/gallery/580916/Silent-Comics) for inspiration. (If this website is blocked, go here (https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/870119119/) to find silent comic strips that have been uploaded to a scratch project). Browse through the comic strips and select either a whole comic or singular panel. Alternatively, you can visit https://www.onceuponapicture.co.uk/ and select an image (or multiple, if you want to somehow connect them together) (scratch-based version for onceuponapicture: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/764339470).

Examine your selected silent comic strip (panel) or images. What are the key details that are popping out to you? How are the frames connected? Pay close attention to your comic strip or image, and write 300 words on your literal interpretation of the events going on. You’ve got this!

The story I have chosen to look at for Part 1 of the weekly is titled “The Secret of Life”. At the beginning of the comic, a tree is shown - carrying countless buds that are slowly forming into eggs. The symbolism of this tree is there to showcase that everything starts as one (from the root), all sharing the same course, but over time from that root, branches form. This can be connected to humanity as well - we all started as one, and are all equal, and therefore, should be treated the same. After the comic shows the flower-like plant fully budding, a traveler approaches on a canoe. The traveler, intrigued at the site, motions to gather a couple, and heads back to their town. There, they are found selling these items at the market, when a woman and their child approach the stand. In this panel, it has showcased the girl with an upper body - trying to symbolize that a part of them was missing. After purchasing this flower bud, the mom gives it to the daughter, soon realizing that after a certain point, everybody acquires the opportunity to wear it; this being similar to education.

As the years go on the egg starts to transform into a beautiful phoenix, growing each day. Until suddenly, both the bird and women have grown old. The last scene showcases the women letting the bird go, and the bird flying away to find its own destiny. After reading the story, the general sense of symbolism that it's trying to convey is that, we all carry different things around with us in life - whether it be physical, or things like memories, thoughts, or worries. As we go through our lives, these things grow and become more important to us. Until one day we’ll have to let them go and move on. The symbolism of the women releasing the bird in a cliff-like area shows that they have lived their life, accepted their fate, and are ready to move on. Another thing to note, is that the bird that has been traveling with the women is a phoenix - indicating rebirth. Perhaps it is to signify that although this part of the women’s journey may be over, more is sure to follow.

(377 words)

Part 2:
The second part of the weekly covers symbolism, about which you can learn more about in Sprout's fantastic symbolism workshop! https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/550221272/

After finishing the workshop, pick a culturally significant dish and write a scene in which one character gives it to another character. Keep in mind that this dish should be significant in a way that emphasizes their conversation. Write 400 words for this prompt, either as fanfiction or with your original characters. Have fun!

As the scent of a vinegar-like substance filled the room, I knew the rice cakes were ready. I took them out, and laid them down carefully on the sheet tray. They folded at the slightest touch of my fingers, and so I knew it was time. Boiling the soup stock, it began to bubble - I slowly stirred it around, pouring in the tteokbokki sauce, ensuring that it was fully dissolved. Once the seasoned mixture began to boil, I carefully added in the rice cakes. As I patiently waited for the rice cakes to cook, I couldn’t help but stare at the clock. Suddenly, I heard the creak of a door opening, and knew that my grandfather must have already arrived.

“I-rang,” he muttered with his stern, yet caring voice, “I’m home. Where are you?”

“Umm in the kitchen!” I replied rather quickly. I didn’t want him to know what I was doing. After all this was meant to be a surprise. A mere thank you for all that he did for me, and what I couldn’t just simply express in words.

“Ahh ok. Don’t burn yourself. I don’t-,” before he could finish, I cut him off. I knew it was quite rude, but any longer he spent downstairs, my surprise could be foiled.

“Harabeoji. I’ll be fine,” I state simply. A rush of panic gets me nervous, as I realize I had forgotten to check on the tteokbokki. “Harabeoji.. You can go get changed, and then we can eat dinner.”

With that, my grandfather left to go get dressed, while I paced around frantically. Wondering if I had burnt my grandfather’s loving dish. Yes, I know that it's street food, not that sophisticated to say the least, especially when it comes to my grandpa. But, I’m sure he’ll love it based on the sentimental connection we both have to this dish. Suddenly, a large beeping came out of nowhere, catching me completely off guard - it was ready. Scooping it into a fresh bowl, and I had some garnishes as well as boiled egg as garnish. Opening the door to the kitchen, I notice my grandfather lying back on the couch in the living room, reading a book.

“Harabeoji,” I called, motioning for him to come sit down at the dining table so that we could eat. He got up and abruptly sat down, curious as to what I had prepared.

“Hmm.. what are we eating today, my lovely I-rang?” I wanted to keep it a surprise, which is why I decided to not say anything and just place the dish in front of him. After just one look, tears began to drip down his face falling across his cheeks. He looked up at me with such a nurturing smile filled with warmth.

“You…you..,” but he couldn’t continue, “you made this yourself, my I-rang?” Seeing that look of happiness on his face was all I ever wanted to see. It was my thank you to him for all the restless nights he spent with me when my parents passed away. All those times he made this dish to comfort me, in hopes of winning this over.

“Yes, Harabeoji. Thank you for everything.”

(531 words)

Part 3:
The first step of this next task is to read this (https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/584627/ ) fantastic workshop on theme, written by the wonderful Elfie. It’s a fascinating read, and it picks up on what we’ll be working on for Part 3 ;D

Read it yet? Good! Those of you paying attention will now be familiar with motifs - that is, the writing technique of including a recurring idea or symbol in your work. It’s probably something you’ve used in your own writing already, perhaps even without realizing; it is also key to many wonderful examples of literature. We’ve put together some such examples in this project here (https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/868198469/).

After you’ve browsed the Motif-tionary, your task is simple: choose a page, and write a scene continuing the use of its motif! Don’t worry - you don’t need to have heard of any of these stories before. Instead, use your imagination and base your writing only off the extracts we’ve given you. Your scene can expand upon the events of a previous extract, or even aim to conclude the story, as long as the motif is still present. Mimicking the author’s writing style will get you brownie points from Alba Alocasia, but is not compulsory!

Your scene, continuing a motif from one of the slides of the Motif-tionary, should be at least 400 words long. I hope you enjoy following in the footsteps of these incredible authors!

Amy stared deep into the fire, wondering if that was true. Had she truly been selfless enough to not tell anyone about the ring? Sure, maybe not in the family, but most of her friends knew by now. It had become a habit to casually flash it in everyone’s faces innocently whenever she went outside the house. But no one knew that - at least no one in this household. But getting such praise felt wrong, though Amy didn’t feel ready to tell anyone what she had been doing. So, when everyone was excused in a bit, she rushed upstairs to the room she shared with Beth, and sat on the bed. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door.

“Amy,” a feeble voice called out, “can I come in?”
Pretending that nothing was wrong, Amy said yes. She knew that it was probably Meg, and having that feeling made her feel better for some reason. When the door swung open slightly, it indeed was Meg. She looked around anxious, and motioned towards the bed Amy was crouched on. Amy looked away towards the window, watching the rain patter against the roof, but Meg took no notice and moved closer.

“Amy,” she began softly, “we both know something's up. What is it?”

“Meg, I just. I just can’t help but think about what dad said that’s all.” There was a part of Amy that wanted to give this all up, just tell someone, she kept telling herself. But she didn’t want to give in. Not now. Not when she had managed to hold it in this long. Besides, wasn’t it better for her if nobody else knew. Still, Meg persisted until she got an answer.

“Ok, fine. To tell you the truth, I can’t exactly say I’ve been selfless,” after a brief pause, she continued, “at stores I’ve shown off my ring, practically all ym friends are jealous, and I’ve been lying to all of you all this time.”

Deep down inside, it felt like such a relief to let it all out in a rush, but Amy was left unsure of Meg’s reaction. Instead of getting upset, Meg looked at Amy affectionately.

“Oh, Amy!” she laughed, “this is a very selfless thing you’re doing right now. You didn’t have to tell me, but you did… and by doing so,” she continued, “you proved to everyone that you truly have learned your lesson.”

With that, Meg took out a beautiful pearly teal bracelet and handed it to Amy. She smiled, telling Amy that due to this selfless act, she was truly worthy of it.

“I’m giving you this bracelet, Amy.. not because you admitted to your actions, but because you completed a selfless act. You showed us all that there is so much good in you, and that’s why I’m passing you down this bracelet that Marmi gave me when I was your age.”

(483 words)

Part 4:
Now that you’ve learned all about symbolism and motifs from our wonderful workshop writers, it’s time to return to the narrative you wrote for part one! Looking back at the silent comic you chose to write about, try to pinpoint some of its symbols, themes, and motifs – what might some of the images signify beyond how they first appear? With this in mind, rewrite your original narrative with at least 400 words. You’re almost there–good luck!

After learning about symbolism and motif, my understanding of the story, “The Secret of Life” has slightly changed. Starting from the very beginning, I believe the tree is put into place to showcase “new life”. All the new buds are blossoming, and ready to start their journey of life, which is when the man comes to collect some of the buds and bring them back to his market to sell. There, once again, we see the woman purchasing one for her daughter. Up until then, the daughter looks “empty”. Once wearing it, that void present before is now starting to get filled. As the years go on, the daughter grows older, and the bird which was once again grows with her. This bird filling that void can symbolize many things - whether it being nature living alongside humanity, the spirituality of learning, or the sense of becoming. Though, each day, as the girl and bird face new experiences together, they both become older - one day at a time. Until eventually, they are seen walking near a cliff range in the dark night sky. The woman sets the bird free, and by doing so, she sets herself free.

Coming to the symbolism and motif present in the story, it's trying to showcase that throughout life we always carry a variety of things with us, that grow as we learn, nurture, build more memories, and worries. As it continues to grow alongside us with our various experiences, there’s eventually a time where those thoughts and ideas disappear - and we must bid them goodbye. This is where the cliff setting comes into place - the setting is mysterious, one that when she lets the bird go, it makes us believe that it has another destiny it must fulfill. The cliff also represents a sense of renewal, tied into the bird being a phoenix. The woman releasing the phoenix on the cliff shows her acceptance of what has come - she has lived her life, accepted her fate, and must now move onto the next journey: similar to the phoenix. Additionally, as phoenixes are a common symbol of rebirth, I believe that the writer put this bird into place to signify that although the woman is moving on, they are only starting their next journey in life - wherever or whenever it may be. Being able to look at the workshops and go through the weekly has allowed me to become more open and aware about the slight bits of symbolism and motifs that are simply lying around to be found.

(423 words)

Total word cound: 1814 words

This song is from a character in a novel that I am working on. Her name is Alba. She falls in love with this one boy but it turns out that his is abus1ve and just want to harm her. This is a song about how she finally comes through her recovery and that he can no longer hurt her.

One night, a few months ago
You blew through my life
like the hurricane you are
I just wanted you to love me
but I fell for you charms
you just played me like all the others
I though I had something
turns out there is a thin line between that and nothing

I'm through with you
I won't play your mind games anymore
You sent me to the verge of insanity
but I'm through with you
never ever getting back together

I had loved you and I thought you loved me too
but I was caught in your trap like a fly stuck in honey
Your narcissistic ways can't hurt me today
so just go away

I'm my own person now
I'm safe and sound without you
You'll never get to me now
Don't even try to talk to me
You just tear me up
but now I'm stronger
so don't go beating me up

I'm through with you
I won't play your mind games anymore
You sent me to the verge of insanity
but I'm through with you
never ever getting back together

I learned my lesson the hard way
and I pity the next girl who comes your way
You're just a pretty face and an empty smile
I was made the fool by you
you don't care
you don't have morals
those who come along get get trapped in your web of lies and deceit
just like you did to me

I'm through with you
I won't play your mind games anymore
You sent me to the verge of insanity
but I'm through with you
never ever getting back together

so don't go crying at my doorstep begging me to take you back
I won't be cutting you any slack
So I just hope you know that I don't love you too

-306 words

word war against @27coding_crazy (140 words):

I look at the envelope that was sent. A tan paper, like it was from decades ago, and a custom red stamp on the very front, sealing it together. I don’t know what it is, but I also know at the same time – it should be about my graduation, but I don’t know what part. I felt nervous. Did I graduate in the top 50%? I sure hope I did. Because if not, I will have to retake the academy all again, and that is something I will never want to do, though that is the fate of many other students. I, before taking the message out, search up my grades. They were good, but that is like everyone’s grades, as of what I know. I nervously think it over and rip the letter open. And I didn’t make it.

ollie’s bi daily 7/5-7/6 (poetry ftw!!!)
i did 2 songs because my first wasn’t long enough


(328 words)
Never again
*based on a true story*

My mind is spinning,
It's too hard to bear
Embarrassed, alone
No it wasn’t a dare

My heart is bleeding
It’s out of its cage
I think he fell first
But we’re not on the same page
Anymore

Now I’ve stopped caring ‘bout you
All this time I was a fool
So get out of my life
I would love it if you never saw me again
Again

My eyes are crying
Tears run down my face
Sadness, disgust
It’s my fault anyway

My mouth is shut closed
I won't talk to you
Stop trying to pose
It won't do you good
Anymore

Now I’ve stopped caring ‘bout you
All this time I was a fool
So get out of my life
I would love it if you never saw me again
Again

You stopped texting me, smart boy
I just realized you’re a decoy
And now, I’ve figured it out

Now I’ve stopped caring ‘bout you
All this time I was a fool
So get out of my life
I would love it if you never saw me again
Again



Absence of You

I’m leaning on your doorframe
Waiting for you to come in
I see you there
looking at me like we’re still kids
And we’re dancing
In the rain like there’s no end

We embrace
Like good old times,
Then say sorrowful goodbyes
And hope we meet again,
Hope we meet again

The absence of you drives me so crazy
The lack of your smiles and jokes
Make me wanna quit
But we always
Find our way back together

We embrace
Like good old times,
Then say sorrowful goodbyes
And hope we meet again,
Hope we meet again

Now I’m away
I’m trying to hide from you
Cause I can’t take
Not being there with you
Everyday, everyday
Everyday

We embrace
Like good old times,
Then say sorrowful goodbyes
And hope we meet again,
Hope we meet again