july 1st - daily - describe yourself as an ice cream sundae

Describing myself as ice cream would include the first flavor being neapolitan with tons of toppings including cherries and rainbow sprinkles. The second flavor would be a singular chocolate or vanilla. The neapolitan layer of ice cream represents the bubbly, creative, and artsy side of me. Meanwhile, the regular chocolate or vanilla (or both) layer would represent a more simple part of me, when I just want to relax and not think too much about things. As a finishing result, The ice cream would be topped off with caramel fudge because I like caramel.

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july 2nd - daily - Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, regurgitate five random words into the comment section. Gobble down somebody else's five random words and write 300 words using those delicious words as a prompt.

prompt: amnesia, dysfunctional, regret, fortune, selfishness by @smalltoe

As I walked out of the burning forest, I turned back to see the fire reaching the tips of the trees.
Everyone told me that I had amnesia and that I had some type of dysfunctional brain, but I always refused to believe it. Sometimes people just say nasty things. It was never a problem for me to ignore them. The worst problem was this strange couple, a women with graying hair and an uniquely tall man, telling me that they were my parents. But I never was able to remember having parents at all. And it's not because of amnesia, or whatever people kept telling me.
I stepped back once I started realizing the ground was starting to catch on fire as well. The fire isn't supposed to reach this far, I thought. This was when I started to run. It's spreading fast.
Soon I realized that the fire was going to spread all the way down to the hill and-
To the village.
I started running down the hill, and it wasn't that hard because of how steep it was. However, I had to make sure I didn't trip or I would be falling down from extremely high.
There were two paths a distance away from me. The left one led to the woods, which was separate from the burning forest, and where I could find a modern city and start a new life. The right led to the village. I was so close. Heaving, I ran to the divergent paths to make my decision.
Suddenly, my body made a jerking motion and after a moment, I realized I was walking into the woods. Looking back, I thought with a heavy hart, You should have warned the people in the village.
With numb disappointment at myself but selfish determination, I just kept going into the woods. The feeling of regret still stayed, but I just kept repeating to myself, They all hated you anyway. They called you a stubborn and useless good-for-nothing girl. Especially after the accident they always talked about, which I had no idea about.
Still, all the voices in my mind were yelling at me about my selfishness, how I only cared about the fortune waiting on the other side.
I should turn back. But when I looked behind me, I could see the vibrant and ferocious flames of the fire already reaching the village. I already heard screams of the villagers and they were probably panicking in chaos. But I couldn't do anything now.
Being the horrible person I was back then, I left the village behind me and found my way to the other side of the woods, trying to wipe my tears away and sinking into desolation.

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july 4th - daily - Choose two of the bi-fi prompts from the comments and incorporate them into a rewrite of your “chunk” of the original media.

prompts: write in the second person + randomly, baseballs will fly out from nowhere and hit people in the head
media: toph's melonlord scene from Avatar: The Last Airbender

It's only a few days until Aang has to defeat the Firelord. You and the rest of the gang are practicing up a rocky mountain. Aang still seems quite timid about everything. Toph is assigned to pretend to be the enemy forces for Aang.
“I AM NOT TOPH, I AM THE MELON LORD!” Toph yells.
The plan begins, but it's not as easy as you think. As you, Suki, Sokka, Katara, and Zuko make your way up the mountain to face Toph, Fire Nation soldiers made out of rock stand in your way.
You brace for impact. You were never born with bending abilities so you were always called weak. Suddenly, something much softer hits your face. You pick it up.
“What is this?” You asked, almost forgetting you were being attacked by the Melonlord's forces.
Sokka turns back. “It's a baseball…”
“Wait, how do you know that?” You asked curiously.
More baseballs start flying the air and hitting all the members of the gang, except for Aang who is still hiding behind a large boulder.
Toph says, “I can't bend them!”
“They're not made out of earth!” Sokka replies. “Hey, this isn't supposed to happen during our plan.”
None of us can bend the baseballs and they just keep flying, hitting us, from no supposed direction.
“We're being attacked!” Aang yells.
“We know!” I answer back.
“Guys,” Suki yells through the attack, half-joking, “If we can collect all of these baseballs we can confuse the Firelord's forces somehow. I mean, none of us has seen these before.”
“Except Sokka…” Katara replies. Her eyes narrow. “How do you know?”
You hear Toph's voice coming from the top of the mountain, and you walk closer to get a better view. “It doesn't matter! I want to be the Melonlord!” She makes pieces of dirt wrap around the flying baseballs so that she can bend them.
“Smart,” You say.
“IT'S TIME TO DESTROY THE AVATAR!” Toph yells.
Aang is now running up the hill, seeming much braver. But you still know he thinking about not wanting to murder the Melonlord.
He's past Toph now, deflecting the rock soldiers and dodging the still-flying baseballs. His fan is in the air now, coming down onto the Melonlord's head-
Then you notice he stops and sighs.
“What are you waiting for?” Zuko yells behind the rocks. “Take him out!” You nod in agreement even though Aang can't see you.
“I can't,” Aang answers, shaking his head.
You listen with a frown as Sokka lectures Aang about him being shot full of lightning already if this was the real deal.

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weekly 1 (wip)

pt. 1 - 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.


pt. 2 - 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 emphasises their conversation. Write 400 words for this prompt, either as fanfiction or with your original characters.


pt. 3 - 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. Your scene, continuing a motif from one of the slides of the Motif-tionary, should be at least 400 words long.


pt. 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!


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july 5th/6th - bi-daily - Write a song.

title: Being Myself

You'll be safe here
Hide away~ (hide away)
In the dark you're fine
They say
Light your path up
Glowing like the fireflies (fireflies)
Silent in the night
They say (they say)

Some day
I'll be free
Away from all
Of eternity
Going with the waves and
Dancing with the wind
Some day
I'll be free

But I don't want to be that person
Standing in a room alone
Trying to fit in
Only to be lost, unknown (unknown)

Oh

Find the hollow darkness
Tired being myself
Invisible, stuck in a cave
Tears, guess you can't tell

Tired being myself

Tired being myself

-music-

Chosen only
Out of the rest (rest)
Hopefully you'll be fine
They say (they say)
Sewn into the clothing
By the seamstress (seamstress)
Crying in the night
They say (they say)

Some day
I'll be free
Away from all
Of eternity
Going with the waves and
Dancing with the wind
Some day
I'll be free

But I don't want to be that person
Standing in a room alone
Trying to fit in
Only to be lost, unknown (unknown)

Ohhh

Find the hollow darkness
Tired being myself
Invisible, stuck in a cave
Tears, guess you can't tell

Tired being myself

Tired being myself

Just go away!!

Frightening
The moonlight
Stars that appear
Only in the day
Peculiar nothingness
Strange is all I can say
Try to hide away
But all I can do is… stay
Stay, stay, stay
Hide away
But sometimes I can look that way
Stay, stay, stay
Be myself
Currently nothing can help

(being myself)
(being myself)
(being myself)

Ohhhh

Find the hollow darkness
Tired being myself
Invisible, stuck in a cave
Tears, guess you can't tell

Yeahh
I can't say

Find the hollow darkness
Tired being myself
Invisible, stuck in a cave
Tears, guess you can't tell

Tired being myself

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july 26th - bidaily - Claim somebody else's piece and try mimicking their style by writing a different piece.

“You know, when I wanted to be famous on the internet at least I came prepared,” I say jokingly to my twin sister, Leah, who pouts with a fake offended look on her face. Although I am only older than her by five minutes, she always acts like she is years younger than me.
It's been a week after Leah has come back from her long 2-year trip in Hawaii where she wanted to take a break from our busy lives as members of a wealthy family. Now that she's back, she aspires to be the popular influencer I used to be. However, I gave that up months ago after realizing how stressful it was.
Leah came to me asking to “teach her my ways.” At first I was reluctant, but how could I refuse when I was her idol?
I complain, “You don't have any video ideas, a microphone, or a ring light! And I gave all my equipment away to my friends when I quit.”
“But Brooklyn,” Leah whines, “I thought that when I came you would give all of that to me. What am I supposed to do now?”
“Alright, get your eighteen-year-old self out of that chair,” I tell her, rolling my eyes. I gesture to my side of our large, divided room. While Leah's half of the room is a dazzling shade of pink, bright enough so I have to wear a hat so my eyes don't get blinded by the lights. My walls are painted with more muted tones and beige. I am much more interested in vintage aesthetics these days. In fact, while Leah was gone, I used her side of the room to make my videos, pretending to be a bright and bubbly influencer. But it's much more fun just being myself, and that's why I quit. Leah fits way better as an influencer, anyway.
“We're just going to use your phone's camera and microphone for now,” I tell her. I walk towards the humongous vanity that covers up the intersection of our different colored walls. “And how about we film a makeup tutorial? You're good at that.”
“Yes, yes, yes!!!” My twin sister exclaims, picking up a medium-sized brush. “I love makeovers! Can I do it on you?”
Sighing, I take off my large hat that blocks my eyes from Leah's gleaming part of the room. “I guess so.”
The next thing I do is teach Leah how to set up her phone on the vanity table. And in almost the blink of an eye we're filming.
After a moment, twenty minutes at most, we're done. It seems that I've gotten so used to making videos, time just passes by so fast. After we're done, Leah compliments me a thousand times about how I'm so good at everything.
“Seriously, how do you look so good in the camera?” She asks enthusiastically.
I laugh, replying, “It's just because you do my makeup so well, Leah.”
“OMG, you are like my idol now!” And I chuckle as she jumps around the room like a five-year-old.
She looks at me with wide, blue eyes. “I've missed doing stuff together. You know. Since I was gone on my vacation.”
Two years is a long time. I'd missed her too. “Same,” I say, smiling. Leah stands up with a huge smile on her face.
“Let's film another video! Soon enough, I'll have a million followers like you did.” My sister exclaims, sitting down again.
I really hope being an influencer doesn't impact her like it impacted me, I think, but I'll protect her. However I can, I will.

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weekly 4

submission code:
| Path 1: ANCIENT, Prompt 2 | Path 2: PAST, Prompt 1 | Path 3: DAY, Prompt 2 | Path 4: FUTURE, Prompt 1 |

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ancient times -flesh out the lore of an aspect of worldbuilding (437/400 words)
aspect i chose: animals

There are a lot of unique, peculiar animals in my fictional world, which is named Everlustria. (I'm still developing it so some parts like the names are kind of bad.) The society is limited on how much knowledge they have about these creatures. A lot of the animals are like ghosts, so they are translucent and just float around the world looking for someone to adopt them or to irritate people. Most of them only cause minor problems. However, in my world many things are based on your strength or how powerful you are. Being powerful can either mean a good thing or a bad thing. A lot of the strong animals are locked up because they can cause a lot of havoc in Everlustria. Only powerful and highly honored people (I'm still working on a name to call the inhabitants of the world) are allowed to keep these kinds of animals.
They also have different personalities, and their appearance depends on that. For example, the animals who are like ghosts usually disappear in and out of sight. The ones that are friendly, sweet, and innocent have a round shape and can be fluffy or adorable. The ones that are mischievous or secretive usually have a sharp shape, like a triangle. However, this can be different as the animal species vary extremely a lot. You can have an animal that is super cute, look innocent, but actually causes a lot of trouble, or a creepy species that would normally scare humans off but are very well-liked in the society.
Next, on to the fact that many species are locked up because they are too powerful for the society to handle. Obviously the place they are locked up in is almost inescapable, or else there would be strong, reckless animals running around causing havoc. But there are just a few occasions where an extremely powerful animal managed to escape, or maybe even a person helped them. This event would lead to the rulers trying to find out who helped the animal escape and find it to get it back. Luckily, even if an animal is strong enough to kill sorcerors who have magic, in my world people can't die. The closest thing to dying is “disappearing” or becoming something else (like a statue.) I might explain this in another piece of writing.
Currently the society do not have many beliefs about the creatures that live in their world. When it comes to picking a pet though, some people choose it based on the luck they believe they will receive or how they think the animal will help them.

distant past - write a tragic ending to your original character (514/500 words)

"Mom!“ Aurora yelled as her powerless mother was lifted off the ground by the wicked sorcerer. ”Stop this!“
Her shock slowly turned into burning anger. ”I trusted you! How could you betray me like this?“
”You're too young to understand, Aurora,“ He replied, a shadow on his face, ”But you will soon.“
”Release my mom! Take me instead.“ She whispered.
A psychotic smile flashed on his face. ”What did you say?“
”N-no!“ Her mother choked out, only to be held tighter by the sorceror's wrath. ”Don't take my daughter. I'll do- anything you- say if you don't take h-her. P-please.“
”Take me! Don't do this to my mother.“ Aurora repeated louder, her eyes brimmed with tears as she watched her mother get tortured.
”Hahaha!“ Aurora hated the man's evil, crazy laughter. His voice quickly turned into a sinister whisper. ”I will never let go of your mother. Never."
Trying to conjure her Sense, which she was still new to, Aurora focused hard to attract her mother to her. It was working! She noticed the sorceror struggling against her power. But then she glanced at her mother, whose was streaming with tears. I'm giving her more pain! He's too strong and I'm just going to pull her apart. She quickly let go, taking the man by surprise and he fell against the wall. At this moment her mother was released.
“Aurora!” her mother cried.
Aurora ran towards her. “Mom, come on, let's go!”
Suddenly, two webs were wrapped around her and her mom. She was quickly forced to the ground. Panicking, she tried to conjure her power again. But it was useless trapped in the strongest web in the world.
“This is it. You have no way to escape now.” The evil sorceror's voice echoed across her mind.
“Why are you doing this to us? What did my mom do to harm you?” Aurora asked, trying to save some time.
The man didn't take that long to answer. “Hmm…what did she do? Many things. But you won't ever understand so I will save my breath explaining to you.”
The web around her surprisingly retracted and she gasped for air, thankful for the sudden reprieve. He let me go! “Why did you take me out of the web? What are you going to do?”
He gave an evil laugh. “I am going to make your mother disappear. Forever.”
“I won't let you!” The girl yelled. He must be stupid for giving me a chance to escape.
“At least you are going to be okay,” she heard her mom managing to whisper while in the tight hold of the web.
“If you're gone,” Aurora said desperately, “I'll never be okay.”
The man laughed again, sending a chill down her spine. "You're right, Aurora. You won't be able to escape. I can't let you escape so that you can tell the rulers where I live. So. I have to get rid of you first!“
The last thing Aurora heard was her mother screaming ”NO!" before a bright flash of light struck her and she sank into darkness. Forever.

current day - a character makes a trivial choice that ends in disaster (620/500 words)

That day, Melody, Derek, and Aurora were eating ice cream on a bench in the courtyard of the school. There was an option to set the ice cream on fire since ironic foods were the E.A.F.S's cafeteria specialty. Derek and Melody's ice cream were burning with fire but Aurora was too scared.
“I'm so used to being in the human world,” she murmured, “everything here seems so…”
“Impossible?” Melody, a short blonde girl with glasses, spoke up cheerfully, “Believe me, I get it. But you'll get used to it here. Everything is almost perfect!”
"Almost,“ Derek, a gloomy brown-haired boy emphasized, ”There's a lot of things we have to deal with here that you humans don't have to.“
”Like what?“ Aurora answered. She tilted her head as her glossy pink hair swayed down to her right shoulder.
”I don't know,“ He replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes, ”Maybe that some of us are discriminated because of our Senses. Like some of us have to be servants because we don't ever feel tired or any pain as we grow up!“
Melody agreed quietly, ”And most of us who can become invisible are thought of as spies and can never be trusted.“
Aurora frowned. ”I'm sorry. But I have the most common power in the world. I do wish I could have a more unique power- I mean, Sense, like you guys. Who doesn't want to turn invisible or not feel pain?“
”It's not worth it by the way we're treated,“ Derek muttered, ”It's not fair. You don't have to go through anything as bad as we have.“
Aurora looked down at the ground, a sad look starting to form on her face.
”Hey!“ Melody snapped. ”Derek, stop that. You're making her upset.“
”Does it look like I care?“ Derek retorted callously.
”Then why are you eating ice cream with her?“ As the brown-haired boy looked away, Melody stood up from the bench, her eyes narrowing. ”Aurora's lost her parents and had to live in a depressing orphanage for the majority of her life. You didn't have to go through that.“
For a moment his eyes flashed with anger. ”Well, I don't have a good family life either. My parents don't bother with me, just send me to this school and work all day and night. Also, your father isn't doing very well either.“
”How could you be so careless?“ Melody said, much louder now. Aurora tried to calm her down, but it didn't seem to work. ”Right after we lost my mom, my father has never been the same.“
”Alright, alright,“ Derek grumbled. ”No need to start going through all our life troubles. Not like Aurora will understand.“
”I do understand!“ Aurora cried over their arguing.
”Ugh, Derek, you're so annoying.“ Melody hit his hand, but she was used to him. He could be very selfish sometimes.
The boy looked up at her with wide eyes. ”Um, Melody? I think you just toppled my ice cream over.“
With a gasp, Melody stared at the ground. Aurora looked at their direction and realized what just happened to. ”The ground…it's inflammable! Why would they make a dessert that could make flames in the courtyard any moment?“
”I know, I know…“ Derek replied, panic in his eyes, ”This is what I mean by not perfect.“
The flames were already spreading around the ground and was soon headed to…the forest! Part of the fire was licking at her ankles as Aurora stepped out of the way, jumping onto a stone fence.
”What are we going to do?“ Melody yelled over the crackling fire. ”It's spreading everywhere.“
Derek sighed, the panic out of his eyes and the original gloom returning to them. ”I don't know…call for help?"

distant future - food you might find at a diner in the distant future of the Galaxswc (426/400 words)

There's a huge variety of food that you might find in the Galaxswc. All of them contain materials that restrict them from floating in outer space (unless you want them to of course.)
The food of the Galaxswc has a whole rainbow spectrum of colors, from the most dull grey to the most vibrant hue of red or blue or purple. There are so many options to choose from, nothing unpleasant like rotting cheese or spoiled milk. You can choose anything that fits your appetite for the day.
Every cafeteria has a huge refrigerator fills up the whole room. It is so big that you have to go outside to eat. But don't worry, it is so relaxing to be outside and look at the stars or planet Earth from the Galaxswc.
Another unique thing about the food at a diner in the distant future is that there are so many ironic or funny combinations of food that actually tastes good. Like frozen marshmallows or ice cream lit on fire. I'm not saying it tastes good in the present right now, but it might in the distant future!
Aesthetically pleasing food is there as well. Such as sweet cupcakes that smell just like flowers. Something that seems almost impossible might also be at a diner. For example, a cake made out of music. How would you make that? I don't know, but the talented chefs that live in the Galaxswc do. The moment you swallow a piece of the cake you can make the most beautiful sounding music, singing the best you ever can. (which is very well)
Lounging in additional cafes of the galaxy is very relaxing as well. You can listen to music, make art, read a book, or talk to other members of SWC. Meanwhile you are eating the most delicious foods. Let's talk about the little touch of magic as well. Anyone can make food appear in front of them with the snap of a finger. It's also so easy to make your own food. A lot of it is premade in the enormous refrigerators (that also include freezers) but you can make it yourself just to enjoy it.
The food in the Galaxswc will fit to any of your needs, such as refreshment after a busy, hot day or replenishing hot chocolate with toasted (or frozen) marshmallows. The food will never let you down, and don't worry, it's all healthy! It may seem impossibly, but it will be done in the distant future of the Galaxswc. Let's just wait and see.

the end - you woke up and it was all a dream (275/250 words)

I sat straight up on my bed, gasping for air. Sweat was running down my face. What was that? I've never had four dreams at once. I must have slept for so long. But the dreams seemed to pass by so fast. I remembered the dreams, though. One was about animals, two about my own original characters, and the last one about food. I didn't remember that much about the first one, although I was feeling a lot of emotions for my dramatically-written characters and started getting hungry about all the good food in the last dream.
This sad song kept repeating through my mind, as if it was running on a loop throughout my dreams. What was it about again? Stars? I felt like an ukelele was playing in the background.
Even through all these hectic dreams, emotional characters, and an emotional song, I still felt quite at peace. The peace didn't last for long, though. I started getting this strong urge. To think of more stories. And get back at writing. It gave me a strong urge to go back to SWC and see what's next.
My characters I realized I had to start making more realistic, and I had to build my world. There were a lot of things that needed to get done but even after SWC ended, I hoped I would keep writing. My dreams were just a little nudge in the right direction.
Meanwhile, the same song kept looping in my head, a song I wrote that I made a whole mess of and poured myself into. Now I don't really remember the tune. I wonder how it goes.

song - “written in the stars”

Verse 1 - twisted nursery rhyme (50/50 words)
Twinkle, twinkle, fragile star,
I see what you really are,
Tears are dripping down from the sky,
But no one notices you flying by.
Out of the hundreds of sparkling lights, in the night
Thousands, millions shining bright
Twinkle, twinkle, unseen star,
I'm been just like you from the start

Prechorus - repetition of a phrase/line (27/25 words)
Expected to shine bright in the dark
Expected to shine bright in the dark
Expected to shine bright in the dark (in the dark, in the dark)

Chorus - base it around an idiom (59/50 words)
Well, I'm not you
It was written in the stars
I'll never be as great or powerful as you are
I'm not you, and I'll always be myself
That small, unnoticed sun out of the thousands you can tell
It's too hard to be great with all these scars
'Cause it was written in the stars (in the stars)

Bridge - bridge based off of a song title i've never heard of (65/60 words)
So now I'm just crying, crying, crying
And I'm waiting, waiting, waiting
Maybe my fate will be different but we'll see
And life is just the hardest thing
I'm crying, crying, crying deep inside
I don't want to be only seen where there is light
In the dark, I just might
Be crying for myself because no one seems to care
And I'm not you

total words: 201

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word war with @syrozenne

Dear diary,
Once upon a time there were eight billion people in the world, and more. Now, the only people left alive are me and my brother, and possibly another person on the other side of the world. I watched as all my family members went down, one by one, my heart being ripped apart into shreds as I saw the only people I loved die in front of me. The poisonous gas filled the world and penetrated through any gas mask or other type of protection. Me and my brother, who is only ten years old, have a special trait that make us immune to this gas. The only thing that we could eat were these sour plants that were also filled with the gas but did not die. The older you are, the less immune you are to the poisonous gas even if you have me and my brother's special trait. Our health was going down and we had to find the other person before they died of the plant. We don't even know how old the other person! Now I'm just hoping that my brother and I can survive this horrible event and live in a clean and healthy world. But I don't know if I can last any longer.

july 30th - daily - thank you notes

First of all, I'd like to give huge huge thank yous to the leader and co-leaders of my cabin, Folklore (the long pond studios), this session. SWC was literally so fun with Skye, Reese, and Aspen in cabin I was in. They're all super nice, fun, and dedicated to SWC. I'd also like to say thank you to everyone that was part of my cabin and for all their contributions they made this session. I wasn't able to do cabin wars because of irl reasons but when I came back I realized we didn't lose a single war! I'm so happy that people were able to contribute in this way and everyone in Folklore is so awesome. In fact, everyone in SWC is awesome. I'd like to give thanks to everyone who participated and made my experience fun. It has truly been great to write something every day and think outside of the box. Sometimes I feel like I am writing down something crazy but I decide to anyways. Thank you for our allies and siblings, plus other cabins who have been super supportive and amazing. Thank you to the hosts as well as co-hosts who made this whole experience actually possible, and for the creator of SWC who I'm sure many past-campers and leaders thank every day. Currently, I have done SWC for three times including this time, once in March 2022, once in July 2022, and now in July 2023. Overall, thank you all for involving me in such a wonderful camp. This has given me the great opportunity to expand my characters and my worldbuilding, plus be a better writer in general.

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