hello and welcome to my forum where i’ll be posting all swc proof in the form of writing please do not post in this forum! this forum is purely for me to keep track of the things i have been working on and to use for proof when posting daily/weekly entries. anything regarding swc activities that aren’t on here will be linked.

TOTAL NUMBER OF WORDS AT THE END: 13,461 words
ACTIVITIES (WEEKLIES + DAILIES THIS SESSION OTHER THAN THE ERAS TOUR WEEKLY): https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/695082/?page=1#post-7349242

milestones to reach my word goal:
reminder for next time to include the dates ;/
✅ 1k
✅ 3k
✅ 5k
✅ 7k
✅ 10k
✅ 12k
X 15k

additional info:
cabin: myth (https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33402467/)
word count group: romans (https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33415417/)
leaders: alana (-nightglow-) and wren (krizpii)
memory book: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/885725294/ (MY FRONT COVER WOAH)
results: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/886496081/ (4TH PLACE WOAH)
dailies done: 6
weeklies done: 2
cabin wars participated in: 2 out of the 2 cabin wars this session
WPM: 55-72, usually around 65?

dailies:
july 1st
july 2nd
july 4th
july 5th
july 12th
july 30th

weeklies:
weekly #2
weekly #4

writing comp entries:
normal

critiques:
from Weekly #2

word wars:
Clementine_Blue
—tranquility
opheliio

notes:
thank you notes

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1,020 words
MY VERY OFF TOPIC 1000 WORD INTRODUCTION

Hello there, I’m Wren (like a bird) , and I go by she/her pronouns. I’m located in the EST timezone and slept in late so I am officially starting to write an introduction, in which will count towards my word count and start this session strong (which really doesn’t mean a lot considering I wrote 1000 words in the first three days of my first session, but my final goal was around 6000 words). Anyways, I’m going for the 1000 word challenge, which I’m assuming is just me writing 1000 words to this daily, right? If I had woken up any sooner, I wouldn’t have known this, so hehe. I know I’ve just mainly rambled around, but part of this is me spitting random facts about myself everywhere, so prepare to be prepared.

I’m a writer, which is pretty obvious because aren’t we all? If not by brain, by heart, and the difference in quality isn’t really impacted by that. I love writing short stories and poetry the most, and that’s mainly what I’ve stuck to whenever I wasn’t writing an essay in school. My poetry skills aren’t the sharpest and most moving, because my sense of vocabulary has never been too good. Why, you may ask? I truly haven’t explored many books in the world, but if we were to talk about books, my favorite genre is graphic novel. Is that a genre? I’m not too sure. I love the style of storytelling, and the artworks in it adds so much. When reading a book full of words, you’re bound to take some mind energy trying to visualize a scene for yourself. It’s always relaxing to pick up a graphic novel and enjoy some nice illustrations to go with your favorite books, or a new series, who knows? If you considered it not a genre, my second favorite genre is probably folklore. I love reading fables, because they are often so short but give so much depth and lesson. I’m assuming Mythology and Fairy Tales fits into the category as well, because… obvious reasons (November 2022 cabins) My third favorite is fantasy because I LOVE the fictional world and all of its characteristics. It often takes you to another realm, and I live for it. This paragraph is getting too long, so let’s move onto another topic!

I’m an extrovert, or, am I? I love socializing with people, but it gets tiring a lot. Who knows, I may be more of an Ambivert or Omnivert. I’m pretty loud and annoying in real life, and I never stop talking. There’s always too much to say in life! Oh, that reminds me, another subject I write about is often rants and vents, because doesn’t that just seem right? It’s an open way of talking about your life, and it’s always so much better when you have your feelings down on paper. It’s especially fun when you find it years later, wondering what that could have meant…The world is full of mysteries, and even your past could be one, reflecting onto your daily life in the present, stirring up your mind in a storm.

Some will never listen when you talk, but one will listen if it knows all of the information…

Uh, moving on, now. I’m an ESTP-T, which is the Entrepreneur (I can never spell that right) personality type. I’m also pretty into MBTI, and I’ll probably base that around a lot of concepts. It’s psychology to what my mind can understand. Now, let’s talk about some of my favorite foods.

Good food is something that can bring people together, like dogs eating the same string of spaghetti (reference to Lady and the Tramp, which I watched once but only have one scene I remember). And some of my favorite foods include sweets, as long as the aren’t TOO sweet, because I am very picky on that, smoothies (even though they are more of a drink), milkshakes (more of a drink), and pie (specifically pumpkin pie, mmm). Along with those, I also love eggs and noddles, preferably together, and chips. Am I a good cook? No. In fact, I’m not sure how to cook yet, sadly ;(. But I do love lots of food. Okay, we get it.

Because SWC has started already, let’s discuss my SWC experience: I, in fact, have only 4 previous sessions to remember, but they were all so memorable! Fun fact, or not so fun for me, I deleted around 100 words without checking to count them into my word count, because they seemed too off-topic. Doesn’t anyone know that feeling all too well? I’ve participated in March 2022 as a myth camper with Elle, Cami, and Clem. July 2022 as an geocacher in the adventure cabin with Soki, Jess, and Dawn. November 2022 in Naan-fi led by Birdi, Daisy, and Sophie. And my most recent session, Hadescript March 2023 led by Luna, Robin, and Starr.

So, as you know, I love food. And I can’t believe I forgot to mention ice cream (even though I can just go back and edit that part), so here’s me as an ice cream flavor (thank you daily challenge) :: I think if I were an ice cream flavor, I would give off the feel of dark chocolate, sweet but bitter inside, with a bit of the sour lemon taste as well. I’d also have a layer of sugar because I have a sweeter side to myself, and as a third ice cream flavor, I’d also have a bit of cookie dough, as that’s one of my favorite ice cream flavors. I would have some unique toppings on top of my ice cream such as popcorn because I have a creative and wild imagination, and some caramel on top of the popcorn as well, because I like trying new things. The ice cream would be in a fancy cup, because I like presenting myself. That’s my ice cream, although I wouldn’t eat it because the mix is very interesting, and I don’t like dark chocolate. Here’s my finished ice cream:
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/870664462/

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(OMG I meant to comment on your profile not here, I'm so sorry!!!)

Your writing is so cool! :0 Thank you for having a proof thread, I'm totally going to be reading more of this.

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thanks to SqueakyBird520 for the 5 words
Brightly, container, onomatopoeia, graceful, porch
435 words
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A star that shined, radiating light,
Brightly was a simple child

He holds a container, he raises it high,
and squints his small and tiny eyes

“What does that boy carry, and what is inside?”
The village folks would stare with wonder as Brightly walked by

“Such a happy kid, but why is he alone?
Who does he live with? Where is his home?”

The old man speaks while holding his cane.
His mind rushes back to the good ol’ days.

The golden memories that are blurry yet clear
He can not speak, it’s all coming through ear

“Argh…” What a bad attempt
He can not remember what it felt like to be like him

Running around, so joyous and carefree
Then in a second, he hops on one knee

“WOOOOHOOOO!!!!!”
A loud and screechy scream

“YIIIIIIIII-YIIIIIIPEEE!!!!”
He follows behind the young fellow, now smiling
More active than before

Oh how does influence spread
Just like wings on a bird

The two folk had great fun
Making sounds that wouldn’t be the same with just one

“CAWCAW!” They flapped their arms like a bird
Onomatopoeia was their way of speaking words

You’d think that these two may look like two complete maniacs
But you’d be surprised to see their image right when they passed

Quite graceful actually,
as they kept walking through the streets

Their motions were fluid
As young as could be

They passed all the townsfolk, who were grumpy and gray
And suddenly the people all looked up and greeted and waved

“Oh my! Look at them go!
They’re so fast and steady”
Then a kid would say “WOAH!”

They’d hop right behind the two, three, then four
Like there was a parade
And they all danced and swayed all the way
To the place

The place that was miles and miles away
But suddenly it seemed they could do anything
If that was what they’d say

So through what could have been a long route,
It didn’t take long!

And with in a few seconds
They all started to sing a song

All the way to the palace porch
Their voices unified together
And a symphony immersed
And the palace guards all gathered
They gathered together to sing one last song
To defeat the corrupted kingdom
And bring peace to all

What once was a goal
That was impossible to reach
Was achieved with the help of one simple deed
That this boy had hope in them, and that, now you see
Was everything that was stored inside that jar
Because at the end, he let it all sink into their hearts
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Daily 3

Prompts:
@-WildClan-
Remember that trend from a few years ago where people would make cakes that looked like incredibly realistic real-life objects, and then cut them open? Imagine that in your characters' world. Everything looks normal until all the structures start melting or crumbling, and they realize that their world is not made out of the substances they thought it was-
@starryy-silk
twist: the main character has the head of a unicorn and can cast magical spElls.
Bizarro fan-fiction of Spirited Away

403 words

“Mom! Mom! I don’t wanna go inside there! What are you guys doing! We can’t just walk into that tunnel!” Chihiro shouted, shaking from head to toe.
“Now, Chihiro, it’s perfectly safe inside there! Why, it’s just a tunnel!” Her mom smiled, steadily walking into the tunnel, her high-heels click-clacking on the pavement. That’s what her parents had said the last time a disaster had happened, and if it happened again… well, things… wouldn’t turn out too well. In a moment of desperation, Chihiro’s hands stopped fidgeting and she took a deep breath, starting to concentrate on a dream, an image inside of her head: her happy place.
“Chihiro! Chihiro!” Her friends surrounded her, giving her hugs and chatting about their lives. “Do you see that boy right there?” They pointed a boy that seemed to be passing by. “HAHA! We asked him a question and he was so confused! He was like ‘huh???’ It was hilarious! Ooh and for class, we have to do a survey! Do you like lasagna? I sure do, I even stole some from Zaine a while ago! I bet he didn’t notice! But what are your opinions on it?” They kept chatting and chatting until suddenly, the world seemed to spin before her eyes, and everything went dark. Completely dark.
She squinted her eyes open, ever so slightly and sighed, wiping her hand across her eyes to see the sun beating down on her and her magnificent bright purple unicorn hair a bit less brighter than before.
“Chihiro! Chihiro! Oh my, Akio! Look, Chihiro’s awake!” Chihiro’s mother exclaimed, her mouth wide open. “Come, quickly! CHIHIRO’S AWAKE! Chihiro, my poor dear, are you feeling alright?”
“What happened?” Chihiro blinks her eyes. “Why do I feel so dizzy?”
“Why you must have casted a wish with your unicorn-powers! I wonder what wish you decided to cast, though… I don’t seem to remember you telling me anything, haha!”
“Oh! I remember now! It was just… something harmless. There were just a few bugs on the pavement I wanted to get rid of.” Chihiro smiled. “Everything is all right!”
“That’s good to hear, sweetheart! Now, I do wonder why we’re here, don’t you, Akio?”
“Ahh yes, our car just feels a bit rusty, we better be heading back to our house now. You do have school tomorrow after all!”
Chihiro happily opened the car door, smiling at what she had accomplished.

5th daily
A PILLOW SMOOTHIE (SMOOTH-SLEEP)
236 words

Why, why, how are you doing on this wonderful, awesome, and extremely extraordinary day! Not good? Oh, that’s too bad… and why is that, may I ask? … Hmm, you can’t sleep. That is a big issue! But I think I know eXaCTlY how to fix it! Give me your favorite pillow! Huh, what’s that I hear? YOU WON’T GIVE IT TO ME? Fair enough, give me your second or third favorite pillow, then. Yes, very good. That’s a very soft pillow, it’ll be good for this recipe. Now, just watch and listen to my enchanted song.
Pillow, pillow,
Comfort this reader to sleep.
Wake up at the time that is needed,
Be interrupted from bad dreams.
All that you really need to do
Is cure this reader’s bad habit of late sleeping
And all is well,
Smoothie, please shake!
Yes, I know it’s sounds very weird and complicated, but DO NOT WORRY! This is a perfectly good smoothie, and should be extra delicious too, haha. Yes, it’s perfectly safe, and it’ll help you get a better night’s sleep. And yes, you do need to go to be early for better effects. Very sorry. But you will not feel tired when you wake up in the morning! Which can also be a bad thing… just forget I said anything other than that this smoothie is a very good smoothie, and will help you with your sleep!

(basically i didn’t know what to write so i just thought of the first thing that came to my mind which is how proud i should be of myself right now i’m so amazing and doing so good!!! tired but having fun, so hehe)

word war with @clementine_blue : proof
169 words

Hello there, what do you say? Why don’t we take a trip to the fantasies that you always wanted to explore? First, close your eyes. Hush, just shut them. Now, concentrate on your inner thoughts, but make sure to keep them light and happy. It would be great if you could contain yourself from thinking about the darker thoughts clogging your head. Good. Now focus. Focus. Focus. Slowly open your eyes, and stare at yourself in the mirror. Yes, you. Do you see how you look? Why, you’re someone who would rock anything. I see you there, so beautiful and valid. What do you say? Want to give it a try? It’s sometimes hard to stare at yourself and only think positive thoughts. But think about it like this: without you in someone else’s life, how empty would their life be? You’re important and you matter. Whether you believe so or not, I always will. Even if it’s someone you don’t know, someone will always be caring for you.

Weekly #2:
weekly link

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PART 1
prompt: how to create a villain/hero
@silverlynx- for the concept
620 words

How to Create a Villain/Hero // A Workshop

Introduction:
Villains and heroes are often very key characters in novels and stories, and making sure that those characters have depth and are interesting is an important part of making sure your story is enjoyable, relatable, and realistic in a sense. This workshop is mainly based on more suspenseful genres such as action, but the wording can be changed to apply for other styles as well.

Stereotypes:
First off, let’s start with a few stereotypes that you may want to avoid when writing your villain/heroes. The first stereotype you may want to avoid is making a character too nice/evil for no reason. Your villain shouldn’t be running around the city blasting fireballs at the buildings all day, and your hero shouldn’t be running around at every move your villain makes and saving the city with a hose. The villain shouldn’t be doing the same thing every time they start their evil intentions, and if the main protagonist does plot against it and saves the day, it shouldn’t be the same repetitive conclusion of saving the day, because especially with faster pace novels, you’d want there to be less predictability. (Example: if the hero stopped the villain from touching a magical chest last time, it can seem repetitive if you put that in again. Of course, though, exceptions can be made depending on a variety of factors.) A better reference of this would be Dora the Explorer episodes, where Swiper often comes out and tries to creep up to Dora, Dora looks around while Swiper hides, Dora finds Swiper and tells him to go away, and then Swiper goes away and it all happens again a few episodes later.

Personality:
Intentional repetition of something can give a few hints to the personality of a character. If your villain does something over and over again even though their partners told them not to, it can give sense of ignorance, confidence, and stubbornness. Using writing techniques to build up the personalities of your characters is a very useful thing to keep in mind. If your hero always takes the lead even when they are nervous, and need help but denied help multiple times, it can show that your hero feels the need to show that they can do things by themselves without help, feels pressured to prove they are capable, doesn’t want to get others into trouble, is very brave and independent, and such. Using repetition to keep on proving a point can lead back for the readers to wonder “Why is this character doing this?” Which will make it easier to carry in more backstory information.

Backstory:
On the topic of backstories, it is recommended that you create the backstory concepts before starting to write your story: that way you can adjust events accordingly to the backstory of a character, the character’s personality, their intentions and which direction they take from the past, and all of that. You can add a few pieces of his information into the prologue (if there is one) or exposition of your story.

Relationship:
What makes the villain so evil? Is it because the hero was his brother that betrayed him? Is it because they were once friends until something happened? What causes the villain to have all of the evil intentions they have, and what does it do with personal relationships? Is this all for revenge? This is important to keep in mind to make sure your villain is relatable and such.

Closing:
Those are a few points you may think about when writing your characters, good, bad, main, sides, backgrounds, and such. This may not work with every piece of writing, but this is a general thought.

PART 2
workshop link: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/post/7373993/
Plot Twists
workshop by @Delta_doodles
story title: A Fairy’s Wish
516 words

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there lived a young fairy who loved to dance, sing, and play. She was often times grumpy, and often times sad, but one day it was said to finally all end.
“Oh take me to a place where sadness won’t taunt me, and take me to a place where grumpiness won’t haunt me. I want to see a place where my talents will come true, could someone take me there? Oh, but wait, who?“ and at the statement it was said to come true, because a fairy godmother appeared by, all fancy, dressed in blue. With a swish and another using her sparkling enchanting wand, the fairy closed her eyes and knew new magic was upon.
“Now open your eyes and you’ll be a happy child!” Said the fairy godmother. “I’ll take you to a place beyond the sky, where you can dance and be merry and sing lullabies!” The young fairy opened her eyes but she couldn’t see anything new, so she said “Oh but what shall I do? I opened my eyes, and I don’t see a thing, I don’t see thee clouds, and I don’t see anything.”
“Nothing, you just stand there, and now please look at me. I will show you how it’s done, will you please count to three?”
“One” the young fairy whispered.
“Two” the young fairy said to her.
“Three…”
WHOOSHHHHHHHHH
It’s sad to believe things you shouldn’t believe, because to be in the clouds would be one of many things. Maybe your an astronaut going to space, or perhaps you meet your fate if there’s anything left to create after you see your “fairy godmother”’s face. From head to toe, fairy godmother’s slippers were gone, her wavy blonde hair all fell to her arms. Her eyes went from elegant, long, pretty eyes to the point where you would see them and be quite terrified.
What in the world is left to trust, if the ones who look trustworthy melt in the dust?
What in the world is left to do, if you’re sent into space, high pressure, askew?
The fairy launched into the atmosphere, wings torn apart and ears screeching here and there. Her hair twisted and turned to look like antlers on a male deer. She screamed, she cried, she shouted: “She lied!” And yes she did lie.
But after a while of madness and resistance, she looked above and there was cheese! Cheesy cheese, very cheesy, and she tried to grab on to feel no wind or breeze.
It’s the moon! She landed on there, floating and trying to get a grasp on the sphere. She grabbed it. She hopped, and then used what was left of her, to plant a flag that was red, white, and blue. So you see here, she was the first creature to land on the moon, she was the trailblazer that no one has ever knew. She didn’t inspire anyone, and no one inspired her, but I’m telling you her story so you can now learn.
- THE END -

PART 3
critique of @xXFierroOrFalafelXx’s writing
449 words

Writing Style:
This piece of writing seems to be more of a description of your character, and I like how you separated it into parts: Name, looks, goals, darkest secret, etc. However, the way the sentences flowed and the connection between sentences and paragraphs weren’t my favorite. Example: “Okay maybe not everyday but definitely every month.” Sounds a bit like you didn’t think the piece out and changes the mood of the writing piece. I believe the sentence could be removed and still flow nicely. It also seemed like you had a lot you wanted to fit in, so creating more parts could help to express that. “Feeling guilty doesn’t fill your belly” was a really nicely worded line.

Character Relationships:
I think you could have described the characters she was related to better. Example: Her brother, how did he help her get through life? Why does she feel connected to him so much other than just the fact that he took her in? Does she have to do all the work, does he help her, why is she so loyal to him? And her mother, why did she want to leave her? Was it because she had these weird glowing green eyes that could foreshadow special powers? You also mentioned that the mother sold her but didn’t include who she sold her to. Why is she so free to go in the streets all day? Did she run away from the person she got sold to? That part confuses me. Adding the relationships in could give a nice effect to the story.

Backstory:
I like the backstory of Vesper and I love seeing how it impacts her daily life now, how she seems to be a confusing character because of everything she has been through, and I honestly love her. A few parts of the backstory do seem a little cliche, but I think it’s fine because it can be fit through many genres and make more sense (example, historical-fiction). I would also like to know more about the place she lives in and the places surrounding it. Does she often get jealous when wandering outside and seeing richer people walking by, or is her area generally in a worse condition? I’d also like to know how she does what she does, more by action or thinking? More by planning or just going in? You also said she was a healer and I’m not too sure what that means.

Overall, a really nice piece that I’m really interested in. I’m not sure exactly what character voice is so some of these things may have been intentional, but I hope you found this critique at least somewhat helpful

TOTAL:
total words: 1585 words
words:
part 1: 620 words
part 2: 516 words
part 3: 449 words
this totals up to 2000 points for myth!

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JULY 11TH (12th Daily)
195 words
This is an introduction for the Bizarro Fair which was a concept I thought of a few months ago

Your legs shake as you painfully wait in line, desperate for the tickets that will let you ride the wonderful rides, see the wonderful shows, and play the wonderful games of the fair.
“Why is it taking so long?” You ask, looking forward at the many people that stand before you in line. “What’s going on?” Suddenly, from the back of you you hear a gasp. And another. And another, followed by an alarming crash. The lights of the rides flick off once, then twice, and then within a blink of an eye, three leaders stand before your eyes, and the original hosts of the show disappear into thin air.
“You, yes you! Come, come! You’ve been invited as our golden ticket winner! Come on out here and win some free tickets for your friends!” They drag you along inside the fair and suddenly you can’t think of anything other than the bright lights and the attractions. A sign pops up out of no where, but you don’t seem to notice:
“WELCOME TO THE BIZARRO FAIR! ENTER IF YOU DARE, AND PREPARE FOR THE CHAOS.” Then in small letters: “30 days of surprises and mysteries…beware.”

3 minute word war with @—tranquility:
164 words

“An apple away keeps the doctor away” is the old saying to convince children to eat apples, but the thing is it never specified anything else so like… what would happen about everything else? Is there a consequence or reward for eating pineapples, cereal, drinking milk, biting on donuts, and such and such? Why is it an apple that specifically gets a saying? Do people not like apples that much? Are apples significantly healthier in any way or is this just a thing someone made up? I’m confused. And maybe you are not. So if you could provide a reasonable explanation on this, it would be great. You may be thinking how did I randomly get to this topic, and the reason for this is because I didn’t have any idea what to write and I like to test my mind skills to think of random things, questions that I could simply Google up later instead of writing about today. Anyways, that’s my question.

WRITING COMP ENTRY (normal):
1,015 words according to Wordcounter

A Lost Life, a Life Found

The door was creaking ever so slightly. Light peaked in like a blinding star. I muttered, half asleep, half awake. Half lost in my thoughts, half opening my eyes to the sound of silence. Silence. Where have I heard this before? The eerie quiet giving me the ability to think. To imagine. To dream. To remember.

It must have been this year when everything felt so different. I could relate to things I’d never experienced before. And yet, the memories felt so real. They were blurry, shaped in odd shapes I’d never quite seen before, spread out through periods of time. They came back in my dreams, and they continued in the day throughout my classes.

Visions, were they? I was never a true believer in magic. Never quite religious either. And I never could find my answer to this puzzle. But piece by piece, things were starting to form together in the form of a past life, where everything was perfect.

Or… were they? There was only so much a fourteen year old could find out by herself, but curiosity is something I can excel in. And problem solving is a skill I can manage.

My friends were never there with me, and I suppose I was fine with that. Small talk always drained my energy as an introvert, but group projects were fine with me. Gosh, I really hope this past life mystery would be the topic of a group project. But then again, I would be left to do all of the work, and would have to share half of the credit, which is something I value for myself and myself only.

I could say the same with my parents. They never acted like real parents and I assume part of that reason is the fact that I was adopted. I don’t think they know about the fact I know I’m adopted, but as I said, I’m a good detective. Ease-dropping, instincts, and of course those constant “flashbacks” I get play a big role in that.

Was I happy about the whole adoption thing? Not quite, but I’m quite flexible. Although, that does bring up more questions, which brings up more stress.

Am I happy about this past life? I mean… not quite. Imagine knowing you were once a great tennis player and now being the quietest and most awkward kid in town. If people found out, what would they think of me anymore? I hate public humiliation. But my biggest question of all is… why am I having these flashbacks? I’d assume something I did was memorable in my life, but then, how would I remember it? What if something had been so deep inside of me, that I still had its remains? How did I lose the perfect tennis life and why am I still living through it today? I… don’t understand any of it anymore, and help is something I desperately need.

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“Yes, I would like to sign-up for the tennis team.” I got myself a lot of odd stares and a couple of laughs that day. Well, if I was going to find out more about my previous life, I wanted to experience it to a higher degree of interest. Now, I’m not quite sure how the topic of reincarnation works, but maybe I would have a bit of natural talent in me, if that’s how it works.

“Show us what you got!” The coach had chuckled. If I had to deal with this guy, I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to be on the tennis team. But I breathed and managed. I took a tennis racket and lifted my ball up in the air, with a stunning serve. The trees gasped. I gasped. The crowd gasped. And… The coach gasped. We had tried out some other things as well and… they left me with no doubt that I had inherited natural tennis talent.

“Kid, you’ve got potential.” The coach slapped his hand onto my shoulder and I felt the weight of the world on my weak teenage shoulders. “Tell us your story.” He said, sitting down beside me. Because this was a tryout, of course there were other people. Tons maybe. And they were all looking. AT ME. And they were just expecting me to tell them all an interesting inspirational story of my challenges and difficulties to get to where I am now, if I’m reading everyone right. Those were all things that happened to an olympian who won first place in the Olympics. NOT ME.

“So… when I was 5 years old, I was bullied at school.” I said without realizing. “And I started tennis to help me do what I wanted to do. Beat up those bullies!” Everything was going out of my mouth, and I knew I was about to find another clue to what went wrong in my previous life. But that was all I had said. I waited and waited for an AWFUL moment to say something. Honestly, what I said sounded really stupid. What if I was really stupid in my other life? It was kind of difficult to find out anything, except I was sport-wise talented. How did I pass away then? Was it a sports incident? Or… was it something so bad, it could be shown in my scars?

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That night, I checked my scars over and over again. I had one from a fall when I was 5 years old, one from a fight when I was 8 years old, and one on the back of my neck. Where did that one come from-? All of a sudden, my brain stopped working, and my eyes felt like hallucinating mushrooms. Something was coming to me… and it would be a great tragedy to find out what it would be. The illusion of flying disks was coming towards me, and the world felt like it had come to an absolute end.
“Mel!? Fred, go call the ambulance, quickly! Mel, can you hear me?” Were the last words I heard.

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your face // TW
101 words

My life flashed before my eyes.
The bumpy waves of my heart beating,
your warm breath there and still
“Look at me”
We’re the words you said that night

The lights shined bright
Like the sun was up and
I was back on an
Elementary School Playground
Chasing you all over again
“Tag”
“I got you”
Simply used to be just childhood phrases
But now it just associates with the
Same
Hard
Cold
Feeling
I feel every time I see your face and wonder
“What came over you?”

If you were always like this
We would have never once been good friends

Never wrote in this style before so this was cool :) (fiction)
519 words

Diary of a Hopeless Romantic
To a dear one

October 11th
I saw your face the other day. You looked so happy, your eyes squinted and your smile warm and friendly. I wish it could have been me with you. You held out your hand like it was nothing, and he placed his out on top of yours. I could feel my face dissolve and my heart drift away, effortlessly broken by a gesture of care in that moment. It takes a lot for someone like me to think less deeper than that.
Every glimpse I had of you when you walked by was like a raindrop falling down, I couldn’t wipe it away, or it would smear like chalk. Every look I took at him broke me, knowing you could never get someone better than everything he gave to you, and the loyalty he committed to you, always by your side. I wish you could know that I existed in the corner, hearing your problems and getting ready to help you fix them too… If only you knew I was there to do that. And if only I had the courage to finally go up to you and just say: “Hello, it’s nice to meet you.”
I don’t think you know this, but I’ve known you since before time, someplace you’ve never explored, but I was destined to remember. Maybe I’ll explain it to you some day, when we finally interact.

October 14th
Yesterday I saw a poster pinned to the bulletin board. I didn’t take much notice at first, except when you came by and took a look. You looked at me for what seems like the first time ever (which I often forget) , and waved, smiling a smile half the size of your genuine one. “Do you know where I can get more information on the Halloween Prom?” You asked. I brushed my hair back, scratching my head, and managed to mutter out the words, “I’m not sure…” If only I were sure. I could hear the impatience in your voice, trying to be silenced by your bright aura. “It’s fine!” You said, then walked away. Away. Away. Away.

October 15th
Today I saw you with him, showing off a picture of the prom poster you took. He scratched his head, his cheeks red as tomatoes. “Do you…” Oh no, please, please, please don’t say it. The consequences of the statement echoed through my head. I shook my head, bit my lip, then took a deep breath. It couldn’t be that bad… “Want to go to…” I fell down, and the last words I heard were: “Yes, I would love to!”

October 20th

The Halloween Prom
Dance the Night Away
Snacks and Food provided
Enjoy the Spooky Season!
October 25th

I read the poster over and over again. I read my dialogue over and over again. And I thought about you over and over again. Since before time began, I knew a secret of yours. I hope you will one day remember, too. Or all is lost for me, you, and the concept of humanity.

5 minute word war with @opheliio
Prompt: And you believed me?
231 words

“But… but… you said!” Sadie shook her head, fists clenched at the broken promise that was never truly made.
“And you believed me?” Willow raised up an eyebrow. “What a fool you’ve made of yourself. It’s one thing to just be dumb and ignorant, but I sensed something in you. I sensed actual INTELLIGENCE. You wouldn’t have actually believe me if you had any, now that I realize.” She turned her head away, grinning an evil grin and the trick she had done.
“You tricked me! You lied! I knew your intentions from the beginning of time, and I… I should have felt it coming. But you manipulated my emotions, and I don’t think I can ever trust you again.” Sadie burst out, her eyes squinting down as tears fell to the ground. “I RISKED MY LIFE thinking I could trust you. I will never see the light again. I have failed BECAUSE of you.”
“Too bad, darling. All that matters is that I have the recipe to destruction, and you will never get it, no matter how many mountains you climb, rivers you cross, and seas you sail upon. I will always have the brains and smarts to mess with you. And destruction of this world will come. You’ll see in time to come, I have always been the true sorcerer and witch that could make everything out of nothing.”

Weekly #4
Weekly link: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/876854533
Also the formatting of this is sort of weird, I hope that’s okay
Certificate link: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/878090462/

Finished Song:
I don’t know how to properly songwrite :sobs:
266 words

Verse 1 // 51 words:
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
Humpty’s egg shell cracked and broke,
But no one was there so no one proposed
The idea that breakable things indeed do choke
The way people think someone is not
Anything like themselves but they are by a lot

Prechorus // 26 words:
Break that conception
Break that conception because it
Isn’t very necessarily right
Break that conception
Please get rid of that conception
That isn’t quite correct
Ohhh

Chorus // 50 words:
They’d ask him many questions
But he just Beat Beat Beat Beat Beats around the bush
They’d ask him lots of questions
But he just Beat Beat Beats around the bush
Tell him to fully speak out his heart
But he just Beat Beat Beat Beat Beats around the bush

Bridge // (song was a day in the life) // 67 words
A day in the life of an egg
Isn’t easy as it seems
Eggs are delicate
Just like every single TV screen
It’s sometimes hard to think
How long it’ll take for someone to collapse
But until it actually happens…
You know there’s no going back
To the good old days
To the good old times
When everything was fine
To the past where no one knew

Chorus (variation?) // 72 words
To ask Humpty Dumpty any questions
Because he just Beat Beat Beat Beat Beats around the bush
They’d ask him lots of questions but he would just
Beat Beat Beat around the bush
Flowers would sparkle in daylight’s kiss
But with your ignorance
He just Beat Beat Beat Beat Beats around the bush
Tangled up in a garden of rose thorns
Spiked with stressed
Yet he just keeps beating around the bush

Part 1:
—- ANCIENT TIMES —-
Writing Prompt: Mythological Creature
Picture link: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/877065201/
520 Words

‍ The Wrencock is a tiny little bird with long and elegant green feathers near the tail as well as shades of blue on its face and belly. Although you may think the length of its feathers would restrict this small bird from flying, it is surprisingly specially known for the long and dangerous flights the Wrencock goes through when migrating during the winter to warmer and more tropical places.
Diet: The diet of a Wrencock mainly consists of small bugs and wild fruit, which depends based on the season. During the spring, it mainly lives off of the luscious wild berries that grow around its natural habitat. During the summer, it mainly sticks to the crickets, grasshoppers, and beetles that hop around. During the fall, it will try to find mealworms and if unsuccessful, the Wrencock will stick to grasshoppers. During the winter during its migration, it will eat whatever it finds in the rainforest. Wrencocks are very seasonal and their decisions are mainly based on the environment around them (weather, habitat, etc.). Because of this, they are very rare to spot, and if you happen to spot this bird: you are truly experiencing something once in a life time.
Folktales involving the Wrencock:
A few folktales surrounding the Wrencock include “The Story of Migration” and “A Wrencock’s last wish”. In “The Story of Migration”, a Wrencock is migrating to the rainforest as winter begins, carrying a pumpkin with two other Wrencocks. The pumpkin weighs five times the weight of two Wrencocks, and yet these three Wrencocks manage to fly 5,000 miles carrying the pumpkin. When they finally reach the rainforest, they peck the pumpkin to carve a nice little house that will be safe from predators such as jaguars, and serve as a dining place for their siblings. In the very end when they fly back home, they leave the pumpkin in the rainforest knowing their time was ever so short. Before leaving, they pecked the words “Here be safe” onto the pumpkin, knowing whoever comes next will take good use of that very pumpkin. This folktale expresses the intelligence and the wisdom of Wrencocks, as well as their ability to think towards the future.
“A Wrencock’s last wish” is a folktale about the last wish of a Wrencock before its time in the world is up. In this folktale, a Wrencock is seen too weak to fly to the rainforest during the winter, and so it places itself into a tree hollow, knowing it will not survive the winter, but can leave a surprise for when the young Wrencocks fly back. While the snow falls, the Wrencock gathers the last insects it can find and piles them up in the tree hollow, wishing and hoping its children will safely return to see the critters it has collected. This folktale represents the loving hearts Wrencocks have, and their ability to keep track of time.
Powers: Wrencocks are specially known for their ability to listen to their surroundings and take everything into account. Their senses are all very strong, although most of their knowledge comes from their hearts and hearing.

Part 2:
—- DISTANT PAST —-
Writing Prompt: Tragic Ending
(didn’t really like this ending because it was unnecessary and dragged on for to long…)
861 Words

“I love you, Atlantis, but we both know I can’t stay in this world any longer. It’s too dangerous for the both of us.” Val cried tears of fire, slowly burning more and more. She rubbed her hands onto the fiery grease, unaffected yet affected at the same time.
“No! But… why won’t you come with me? We can go back to Earth or get you a pass to the Skyzone, and you won’t have to stay in the Firepits any longer!” Atlantis reached her arms out onto Val’s shoulders, Val’s hot fire burning her.
“Atlantis, this isn’t safe for you. If you keep holding on to me, you’ll get burnt into the Firepits. And… you don’t want that.” Atlantis leaped in for a slow hug then stared into Val’s face. “My scars will heal, sooner or later, but your memories won’t. Stay with me, we’ll find a way through the system. Together.” She insisted, holding tightly onto Val’s shoulder. This time, Val didn’t fight back. She leaned in for the hug, and there was a good ten seconds before they both let go, Atlantis’ salty tears flowing down, and Val’s forming burns.
“What’s the plan, then? You know the system is heavily guarded. It’s almost impossible to break through.” Val sighed, accepting defeat.
“I honestly don’t know… but perhaps Sketch could help us?” Atlantis shrugged.
“Sketch… well what could she do? She’s practically useless in this scenario, she can’t even fly properly…”
“Val! How could you say that? You know Sketch has great capabilities- flying isn’t needed to get us out. She is a great problem solver, and that’s who we need right now.”
A green-haired girl with long wavy hair stepped into the conversation. “I promise you, I can help. And I will. Trust me. I only need tonight to think about it.” Sketch confidently answered, facing her head away from the two of them.
“Sketch- If you heard what I said, I didn’t mean it.” Val lowered her head.
“It’s fine.” Sketch answered back, though her tone of voice clearly was cold and hurt. “I’ll be going now, we meet up tomorrow at this same spot to discuss the plan.”

The sun rose up in the sky, casting light on both the Skyzone and Middlezone. Sketch walked over to Cloud 9, the place all three of them had met the day before, carrying her notebook and pencil, running over all of the information she had put down last night, and making sure everything could go to plan. Her eyebags were heavy and she felt very tired, but she knew this would be important to her. Two hours later, both Atlantis and Val snuck into the Middlezone, where Cloud 9 was located.
“When did you get here? How long have you been here for?” Atlantis asked.
“Doesn’t matter, let’s get planning!” Sketch opened her notebook onto the first page, where hundreds of marks had been written, and diagrams had been drawn. “This page doesn’t matter, it’s just a bunch of mumble jumble.” She flipped to the next two pages, her face full of light. She read: “So far, I know that Val is in trouble with the Guard, and the Guard wants to melt her away into the deeper Firepits where she may never come back, placing threats on her. You guys want to make sure she can escape the system. My plan to do that is to disguise her by turning her purple badge into blue, to ensure you two can be with each other.” Sketch said, pointing to Val and Atlantis.
“Wouldn’t that get us in trouble if anyone finds out?” Val asked, concerned about the safety of this plan.
“Not really, I have my ways.” Sketch replied. “All we have to do is make sure we can attach a blue disc into your hair, and hide your obvious features.”
“Alright, I guess I’ll do it then.” Val said, taking a blue disc from Sketch’s hand. She placed it into her own hair, and suddenly what once was purple turned blue. Her black and purple hair turned into black and blue, her purple jacket turned a dark blue, and so on and so on. Her horns tucked in, and out sprang a Protecter’s Halo.
“I’m convinced this will work!” Atlantis exclaimed. “Let’s get you to the Skyzone!”

They set off, leaving Sketch behind. This was her time to shine, and she quickly put on a timer, keeping track of how long it would take for the Sky Guard to realize Val wasn’t a Protecter, but a Fire Child. The clock stopped a few minutes later, as Val and Atlantis stepped out of the Skyzone together, both of their wings crumbling down.
“You said this would work, Sketch. I trusted you!” Atlantis cried, her wet tears turning to fire.
“And I thought you were my friend the first time we met. You know the rules, and I’m not letting you get passed them this time.”

Two years later, Sketch is now the Sky Guard, and Atlantis and Sketch had already left the Cloud Realm. What a fate for two lovers to face, so desperate for a forbidden connection?

Part 3:
—- CURRENT DAY —-
Writing Prompt: SusWC
896 Words total

Prompt 1 (Bulletin Board - Submission Boxes)
Time to get social! Ask three different campers (from any cabin) to each give you three words. You should have nine words total. Write for 10 minutes, and you must incorporate all 9 words in the story.

The 9 Words: Stood, wished, pull, hope, potato, lampshade, easily, be, understood
Words written: 345 words (had a tough time with this)

I stood at the edge of the fountain, looking into the clearest blue water I’ve ever seen, the pennies at the bottom full of rust, yet glistering luck. They looked so magical next to each other, with children tossing them in one by one, hearing the quiet splash as it landed in, marking a wish come true. They’d wished their wishes, saying them out loud , and then a parent would say: “Wishes only come true if you don’t say them out loud!” It was like a pull on the heart, the sweet scene unfolding in the image of hope. Hope for the future.
I wanted to eat it all up like a potato, swallow it into my memory as a small and sweet moment. It lit me up to see how one place at the mall could have been the first penny tossed by a child, it was inspiring like the light underneath a lampshade, motivating me to do what my dreams tell me to do. For some people, they may not understand my feelings of something so… plain. It isn’t easily done for some people to go through the same thought process as me, but let them be them, because I never felt the need to be understood in this concept. I just look at simple images all of the time. My mind just processes them differently, and I know that’s OK. All I ever thought about was the future, but now, all I can say is this reminds me of the past. It takes me back to the mall that had been reconstructed into something else years ago, and the first time I held a coin in my hand, not knowing exactly what it could do, just knowing it could get me a good ride on a game at the mall. Oh how this all brings back sweet, sweet memories. I just know I’ll cherish them forever. A child looked at their mother, eyes wide open. “Will my wish really come true?” Who knows, but mine from so far back sure did.

Prompt 2 (Basement - Photo Station)
Do you ever remember an event in the past, and wish you could experience that once again? Nostalgia, what a heartwarming yet bittersweet feeling. For 250 words, your character feels a sudden burst of nostalgia and this mood is carried through the rest of the story.

Words: 280 words

Wren climbed onto the ladder of the treehouse, her yellow sweater brushing the ladder, the warm surfaces touching each other. The hot sun looked down at her, and the warm air surrounded her.
“Wren, you must be so hot, wearing that sweater! It’s summertime, you know. Not winter, haha!” Ashlee exclaimed, pointing to the sign near the window that read “Summertime fun” “I know we’re here to revisit our childhood treehouse, and there might be some things you may want to protect yourself from, but a sweater just isn’t the way to do so!” Ashlee continued.
Wren payed no attention: things like this happened quite frequently, and she was already used to it. She’d just keep being herself. Wren dug further into the treehouse, laying her eyes on a set of Princess Uno Cards, each number designed with a different princess. Her eyes teared up like a fountain as she look at the two of red, sobbing at the Ariel on the card… Getting out of the treehouse, she carried the entire deck to make sure Ashlee could see- “Do you… remember these? The time we used to play with these cards instead of the real ones? Remember how we were so excited because these were limited addition?” Wren sobbed. They both cried together for a good five painful minutes, until finally they couldn’t any longer. For the rest of the day they did their normal hanging out, with an addition of bringing up everything from the past that got them to that point. After all it’s hard to ride on a bike without discussing the first time you rode on one (without your trainer wheels). Nostalgia. So bittersweet, indeed.

Prompt 3 (Boring Rooms - Rec Rooms)
Gasp! Are you in another world? The feelings of being transported to another world– the unfamiliarity and excitement! In this room, you will write at least 200 words, where your character is magically transported to another world! Explore how your character reacts to the new world and how they navigate it.

Words: 271

Bree rubbed her eyes, looking around at the strange oak trees. She noticed the twisted trunks, wondering what place was this? What place had twisted trees with… moving faces?
“Hello there…” Bree heard a voice coming from behind her. She turned her head around and was greeted with… air? “Who said that?” Bree exclaimed, quite alarmed.
“Oh, yeah, I’m a little tiny. Just wait a second.” The voice said. In a matter of seconds, standing in front of Bree was a giant fairy with the prettiest wings and a flower crown.
“Who are you?” Bree asked.
“I am Fairy Ella, here to guide you on your journey when you face troubles.”
“That’s great, I guess… but where am I? And why am I here? And… what journey?” Bree was confused.
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to answer those questions of yours, but I am allowed to help with work needing to be done. To call me by your side, you just need to say ‘Fairy Ella, Fairy Ella, Fairy Ella’ very fast. The most important thing to remember is to never say the word ‘mushroom’ when you are in this realm, and also know I can only be summoned 5 times, this meet not included. Good luck!”
“What? Why!” Bree looked from side to side, and turned around once more, but Fairy Ella was not there anymore. “Oh what can I do?” Although Bree was in distress, she decided to just go along the trail in front of her, hoping good things would happen. After all, if anything bad did happen, she would have someone by her side to help.

Part 4:
—- DISTANT FUTURE —-
Writing Prompt: Culinary
475 words

SWC is a camp that runs on a lot of mangoes and chaos, so there is no doubt that a diner in the Galaxswc would include mangoes as a main recipe. Pie is also something many of us admire (#pie) so mango pie can perhaps be a bestseller. Although this is the future we are talking about, I believe this aspect will never quite change. Some other mango related things could include mango flavored ice cubes, mango smoothies, mangoes, and mango water ice. These are all very delicious foods and I think they could create the perfect vibe.
We also love productivity (but procrastination never gets old) so the diner would have to include a cafe area with relaxing lo-fi beats, because yes. On the menu of the cafe could include coffee because we are often very tired as well as other lactose-intolerant options to make sure everyone can enjoy the study vibe. There would also be various options on the menu because we are creative individuals.
Futuristic speaking at all the possibilities a galactic area could hold, perhaps a few options could be: Motivational Mangoes (will motivate you to actually get your work done), Sleeping Sundae (nice ice cream before bed), Creative Chocolate (will get you out of writers block), and Reality-check Raspberries (remind you that you haven’t done the weekly yet- eek!), of course with lactose-intolerant options as well. These could very deeply improve your writing and sleeping skills!
Another very important option on the menu would be water, because it is very underrated (with a lower price of course) and a lot of people don’t seem to be familiar with it’s taste compared to that of a refreshing lemonade.
Again this is the future we’re talking about, so no one is here to stop the fact that this diner could have four sections inside! A cafe area (with study spots), a kitchen place where anyone can craft things, the regular diner section (with TV screens updating you on the latest book releases( and the camping area! I haven’t really explored this camping area concept yet, but my idea of it is genius. Basically there’s a camping inspired spot that is such a vibe. You’ve got infinite amounts of tents that are very cozy, acting like a comfy writing spot and a place where anything else you want to do can happen. Along with that there’s a marshmallow roasting area (the entire diner is not flammable, do not worry, and you aren’t as well when you entire here) where you can roast marshmallows (No roasting each other, though! This is a safe spot, and arson is not welcomed, as well as insulting friends)! This is such a cool idea and although I may have good off topic (by a lot) this does fit into a dream place I’d like to visit some day.

Part 5:
—- THE END —-
Prompt: Narrative
288 words

“AHHHH!!!” I screamed, heavily panting at what had just happened. It had begun so well, exploring the galaxy with the power of song. Then there was a voice! It was a little hard to hear what it was saying with all of the chattering nearby, I must admit, but there was one! It was full of echo like it was projected from a cave, except it wasn’t: it came from the void! Oh, my, I must have been dreaming! Looking beside me I was no longer in space, and I realized, it was all indeed a dream. So foolish of me to believe it all, I guess. Now that that journey is ended, though, I couldn’t stop to think how realistic it all was! There were the different periods, and I swear Smarlls was real! I hate mixing up reality with all of this, but I guess that’s just what happens. I sighed, plopping my hand on my desk, reaching for water. A book with gold lettering shined in the light. I looked at it, my face full of curiosity. “What’s this?” I wondered, staring at the hard cover. “What may this be?” I was interrupted from my thoughts when I was called downstairs, but I had a brief glimpse before leaving my room. “The Era’s Tour // An Outerspace Adventure Powered by Song” I must say, it reminded me an awful lot of my dream I had just woke up to. What a dream, I wonder if I can remember it all? Perhaps I’ll write it down one day for people to read about? Maybe I’ll start a Sci-fi novel on it… or does it fit into fantasy…? Who knows, but I’m sure people will be interested!

INFORMATION:
Total Words: 3306 words
Song: 266 words
Part 1: 520 words
Part 2: 861 words
Part 3: 896 words
Part 4: 475 words
Part 5: 288 words
This totals up to 3000 points for Myth!

July 30th Daily (Thank you notes)
If you have anything to say to them please don’t comment in this thread
1240 words

SWC Thank you notes:

Introduction:
This session was absolutely incredible to experience- from the idea of a megasession, to the cabin planning stage, to the process of meeting everyone, and everything else that went along with it, this session was by far my favorite SWC session so far, and I think what made it so special was everyone that was involved. Here are my thank you notes for all of you amazing peoples

Hosts (Alba, Cara, Sun, Luna, Robin, Starr):
You guys are all amazing individuals, and without you guys I don’t know what could have been of this session. From answering questions to helping guide people, from leading cabins to taking part of another committee, it’s amazing how well you balance life with the amazing camp you’ve helped to build up. Although I don’t have individual notes for each one of you guys, this is a big thank you and lots of appreciation for everything you do.

Daily team (Zai, Kora, Moss, Robin, Alba):
The dailies this session were so fun to do! Although I didn’t participate in many of them, from the ones I did do, I had lots of fun doing. The weeklies were also incredibly brilliant, and I’ve completed two weeklies this session (Weekly 2 and 4) which is more than I have in any other session. Here’s a big thanks to you guys for making sure we get fun activities that help improve our writing everyday!

Leader team:
You guys are such wonderful people and being a part of the team this session was an absolute honor. The amount of effort you all put into your cabins was incredible, and the time you take to make a camper’s experience special inspires me a lot. If if ever need inspiration, you guys are always there for me to look up to.

Three Radiant R’s:

Reese (@TheBibliophile7):
You are such a friendly crow to be around and you’ve been so friendly to me this session! Folklore looks amazing and also those pfp’s are *chef’s kiss*

Rockie (@rocksalmon800):
Rockie <33 You are such a capable person and your ability to handle anything inspires me a lot! You’re also so friendly and I love being around you! Adventure looks amazing

Ris (@Eeveedonut):
Lyric looks so incredible, and your ability to handle change is so amazing. I love being around you, and you’re always there to help whenever I have questions on anything.

Betraying siblings (Lyric, Adventure, Poetry):
Betraying us in our final hour of need wasn’t very necessary- speaking of Lyric and Poetry’s attempt- but regardless, all of you guys were so fun to hang out with in our sibling hangout. Here’s a few individual notes for each of you:

Lyric:
I don’t believe we’ve interacted much, other than the betrayal during Cabin Wars V.2, but you guys are such a cool cabin. From the theme of the cabin to the countless number of cool people inside, I still give you guys a big thank you for living up to your name (musical siblings!!).
P.S. A first time megasession cabin so cool :]

Adventure:
You guys are such a chill and chaotic cabin, and that’s something I love about you guys. Thank you for being such cool people! I also love your concept of a hero’s journey and the matching icons are so cute!

Poetry:
Your lighthouse is so cool! You guys seem so chill and can I just say how cute those icons look? Anyways despite attempted betrayal in Cabin Wars V.1, thank you for being our siblings!

Myth campers:
Thank you to every single one of you for being here this session. Whether you were extremely active in activities, more focused on personal goals, here for your first SWC session, etc. I enjoyed every moment with you guys, and couldn’t ask for a better group to share my first SWC (co) leading experience with. Here are some individual notes:

Alana (@-NightGlow-):
You are such a great leader, amazing at motivating campers when needed, being there when I go slightly inactive, brilliant at coming up with ideas, great at managing so many things at once, and just an amazing person. You’re always so friendly to everyone and are willing to guide people who are unfamiliar to certain things. Along with all of that, you are a great artist, a passionate person, and someone I will forever look up to. Thank you so much for the wonderful opportunity to co-lead with you and making this session an unforgettable one for me.
Here’s an art piece I made for you ^^ : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/878543570/

Star (@Starthorn):
You are such a motivated, dedicated, and organized camper. From your consistent addings of words and your passion for writing to the effort you put into everything you do and the help you’ve given me when adding words, I enjoyed having you in Myth and I hope to see you around next session!
P.S. Good luck with learning German!

Yuyu (@jingyuans__):
You are such a sweet, thoughtful, and motivated camper. I enjoy our conversations that we have with each other, and your positivity around camp. I loved having you in Myth this session and I hope to see you around in November!

Nikki (@Corgi3210):
You are a great camper to be around, and you are so energetic and passionate about everything you do. I loved having you in Myth this session and hope to see you around in the November session!

Feather (@Magnolia012):
You are a kind and motivated camper that I enjoyed being around. I loved having you in Myth this session and hope to see you around in November!
P.S. I hope you enjoyed Robotics!

Rae (@-Evermorexx):
You are a kind and friendly camper that I loved seeing around. Although we haven’t interacted a lot, I enjoyed having you in Myth this session and I hope you enjoyed your first session! Hope to see you around ^^
P.S. Good luck writing your fantasy novel

Lily (@SandstarRiverClan):
You such are an energetic and friendly camper, and I loved having you in Myth this session. I hope you enjoyed your first session!

Ena (@thedancinghedgehog):
I love your energy around camp and having you in Myth. I hope to see you around in future sessions!

Weaver (@WorldWeaver):
I enjoyed having you in Myth this session and hope to see you around in November! Although we haven’t talked much, you seem like a great person to be around.

Clove (@-BrokenMelody-):
You are such an energetic and motivated camper, and I loved seeing you around this session. You were so active during cabin wars and was always there to help when needed. I hope to see you around more in SWC!

Logan (@Cobalt_Titan):
We haven’t talked a lot this session, but I can tell you are a motivated and dedicated camper. I hope to see you around next session!

Mako (@Drawing_Dragons28):
We haven’t interacted much this session, but I love seeing you around and hope you enjoyed your first session. I hope to see you around next session!

Jelli (@-jellicookie-):
We haven’t talked much this session, but you seem like an energetic person! Hope to see you around next session!

Mossy (@sakurakitty0212):
We haven’t interacted a lot this session, but you seem like a very friendly person to be around! I hope to see you around next session and hoped you enjoyed your first session!

Ghost (@The-Moons-Smith):
I hope to see you around in future sessions!