Critique for superdidi2012

- I really like the description of waiting outside of he bathroom and being able to relax there. It's very natural, and it works really well in the context of the topic.
- The first sentence of paragraph three runs kind of long and isn't as clear as I think it could be. If there's any way to split this into two seperate setences, or adding a set of parentheses, then it would make the meaning clearer.
- I really like the line about not noticing that your head has fallen back down. It's worded well and works in the context well, too.
- When the owner of the shop is talkering, I might make ‘that is’ into a contraction. It just sounds more casual and I think would sound more natural if they're talking as friends, and the owner is putting on a joking tone.
- I like the line about biting your lip- once again, it works well in the context.
- I really like the last bit- it's hopeful, happy, and confident.
Well done in general! You took on this topic very well, it's very relatable as someone who's definitely experienced stuff like that, and it's very well written. Good luck with the writing comp!

Cabin Wars II

Rant–
Ok so I'm going to be typing this as fast as I cna because it's nearly midnight here and I have to go to bed really soon so that i can wake up early tomorrow so that I can clean my church building and so that I can study for my final exam in my online class. I've been doing so much summer school over the past couple weeks, I'm completely burnt out. I literally finish my final exam for my last summer school class the day before regular school begins. I literally had like 3 actual days of summer, between my in person world history class and my online PE class. I'm so tired. Right now, I'm listening to Back to December and I'm jamming to it so hard because it's so good. I had no idea that it was actually about Taylor Lautner, but I really don't like thinking about who all of her songs are about because I know that someday I'm going to have my own breakups and I'm going to want to picture my own ex boyfriends in the context of the songs rather than thinking of Taylor Swift's boyfriends. I mean, that's also what she says she wants. I think she said that once. I'm not actually sure.
We've got to finish this war soon because we're currently working on a two front war, and I'm so tired. I woke up early today already so that I could go see an earlier showing of the new MIssion Impossible movie, which was absolutely amazing. It was like being handed adreneline in a wine bottle along with awesomeness. I can't wait for the next one to come out. I mean, Tom Cruise is absolutely insane, but it's kind of worth it to see all the cool stunts. Anyway, even though it was an amazing movie, waking up early for it means I'm really tired right now and I probably have to go to bed soon so that I won't be dead when I wake up early tomorrow. The thing is that I went to a celebration for one of my friends who's moving away soon and it was her birthday recently, so we went and played dungeons and dragons at her house. My character ended up being very bloodthirsty, but that was probably my fault. Anyway, I missed a bunch of cabin wars and I feel a little bit bad, even though I had a really good time hanging out with her.
My hands really hurt from typing this much at this speed, but I'm having a complete blast.
Alright, I'm almost at five hundred words for this rant, which should be really helpful since it's like an eighth of this entire war, but my eyelids are getting really heavy and I'm so tired and I probably have to go to bed soon but I just want to get to a thousand words for this because my cabin love is probably a little excessive but I really don't want my cabin to lose and I should probably go work on adding my writing comp entry to the project, but I'm also really stressed because I feel like I can make my entry so much better and the critique I've recieved has been really good but somehow I can't bring myself to work on that comp entry for some reason. I spent a long time on it, but it's a very personal piece, so I'll be really nervous about submitting it for the writing comp entry, especially since it's really hard for poems to place or even get anything in the wiritng comp, but I feel like maybe I'll be able to get some stuff done.
Now I'm listening to Dear John- as you can see I'm listening to Speak now Taylor's Version, which I have an addiction to. I will only be able to think of my “friend” whenever I hear this song, because she texted me recently, and she was a complete jerk, so I shoved in my headphones and listened to this song on a loop while writing a really good poem about how much I hated her, while my roommates at writing camp kept looking at me weird because they didn't understand why I was writing in such a fury and why I looked ready to snap all my pencils. That friend was a real jerk though. I really don't want to have to deal with her next year, but we don't have any classes together because she chose only half of her classes to be honors, and she also chose band and art as her electives, and I chose other ones, so thank goodness we won't have to see her. She treated me so badly. She'd hit me and insult me and call me ugly and dumb and a hundred other things. I hated her so much. I haven't responded to her text in a week, but also I'm so angry at her that I feel like if I tried to respond, it would probably come out as either very terse and short, or I would accidentally send something really mean and thoughtless, and I don't want to do that. My roommates suggested I block her, but I really don't want to have to do that because I feel like blocking people just to avoid talking to them is really immature. I mean, unless it's someone who could put you in danger, I feel like I can just slowly remove contact with her. I hated her so much. I don't think I'll be able to think of that year without shuddering. She was awful. Good gosh, I hate her so much! I really hope she doesn't see this, because I know for a fact that she has a Scratch account. I don't know if she'll actually ever look at one of my writing threads, because sometimes she would insult me for ‘wasting my time’ on writing, so I doubt she'll see this. Also, there are a bunch of songs and poems and stories on here about how much she hurt me on here, and I'm really not sure if she'd recognize herself in them, because she really did think she was innocent of absolutely everything. She thought she was a saint and I was just lucky to know her.
Anyway, I'll stop trashing her and get back to better rants. I'm going to check how many words this is. Hopefully it's enough to make a dent.
Yes!
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Alright, I'm going to rant for a bit longer so that I can finish this war before I go to bed and I won't feel so bad about missing a big chunk of cabin wars.
I am so incredibly tired htough.
I really hope that I can finish this whole thing before my family makes me go to bed. My sleep schedule is going to be so screwed up by the time school starts. I really don't want to go back to school, because, honestly, I didn't have that much of a summer. School ended, then I started online summer school three days later, and then about a week later in person summer school started. I did world history for about a month for several hours a day, which practically killed me. Then, as soon as it ended in late June, I still had my online class to work on, which was a pain. I had one week during writing camp that I couldn't bring my chromebook with me, so I didn't have to do anything about the class. But after that, I had to work really hard to pull everything back up.
Oh *, my brother is going to bed. That means my family is about to pounce on my back about going to bed, but I really just want to get this cabin war done. I mean, I've had less sleep before, and they've never yelled at me about that. Hopefully, I can get everything done in time. I am typing at an incredibly fast rate and I am going to stop caring about how perfectily I am typing these words because I just have to get this done and I am so tired and i just have to kep typing as fast as I can and i really love the movie the little mermaid because I just want to sing like ariel but my choir teacher did once tell me that I had a voice like a disney princess and I was so incredbly flattered by that. Of course, she did tell me that as an expleneation for why I didn't get a solo because my voice didn't apparently match with the other soloists. But it was fine because I had already had a solo that year so it was fine. I mean, I'll have some solos later I think. Oh * everyone is going to bed.
And now my mother is teasing me about marrying the boy in my ward in church. Fantastic. That was sarcastic, if anyone couldn't tell.
My hands and wrists and everything hurt really badly so I'm going to check how many words this is really quick and I hope and I pray it's over three hundred or four hundred or at least half way through.
Yeah I'm about halway through so hopefully I should be able to finish this fairly soon
I turned the night light setting on on my chromebook, so hopefully my eyes won't hurt as much from this amount of blue light this late at night.
This song goes so hard.
I'm briefly remembering how much I lyric dumped on folklore. Good for them
My hands hurt so incredibly bad and I have to keep typing just keep typing just keep typing just keep typing and my hands and wrists hurt from this amount of super fast typing. How do people with super high wpms do long writing sprints? They've got to be heroes or something, or at least really lucky when it comes to avoiding carpal tunnel. Everything hurts. mY bones and ligaments and joints are completely on fire.
I am a lot less stressed about the upcoming school year than I thought I'd be. I mean, it's a really big year for me, because I'm taking all honors and I'm a year ahead in orchestra, which is fun but I'm also really stressed because I don't know how talented the people in the class above me are. I am also really nervous because the other people who got moved uup with me in orchestra are nice, but they're all really competetive and we'd do anything to get ahead in the class and get favor with the teacher and to get those upper chairs in class. mY hands hurt so incredibly bad I can feel the pain coursing through them in the same way that a river cuts through a valley, digging a slow canyon.
Whoa that was deeper and more thoughtful than most of my rants are.
Time to check this word count again!
Oh, I still have so many words to go.
I see a pack of m and ms and a figit spinner and a ruler and a set of really nice pens and a typewriter and a compueter and a book and a camera and a card and a paper and a dead flower and a pack of gum anf a chcolate and a sticker and an envelope and another sticker and a sticky note and a piece of velcro and a charging cord and a pencil and a box and another box and another computer and a another box and a really gross lollipop and a hairtie that is obviously mine and a gift card and like six other envelops and a textbook and a workbook and a set of headphones and a bunch of other stuff. I see comics from my brother's daily calander and a charging port and another charder and a bag an so many other things. I can see that there are several tabs open on my chromebook, including a google form, a google sheet about summer school, two different youtube tabs open, one of which is playing my music, which is currently dear john from speak now taylor's version, and about five or so scratch tabs, including the weekly tab, which I can close now that I've finally completed the weekly, this tab which I'm currently typing on, a tab that has lyric's cabin open, my personal writing thread that might have my writing comp entry open on it, and then the main cabin. The other tab is the word counter tab that has all the weird little bits on it. There's also a blank tab in case I have to google something really fast.
Oh wait, I only have a few more words to go before I can call this war complete and I won't feel as bad about missing so much! We're so close and I love the lyric cabin so much because I love singing and my leaders are awesome and I love the taylor swift y theme and I just want to have us be in the top five really badly because we were up high for a while and I should probably go see what cabins I can war once this is cdone. I am making so many typos while I am typing this but it doesn't matter since I am almost done with this war and I should probably go check and see if this is enough words to finish the war like I said I would.
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Alright I'm back everyone! I'm just going to write as much as I possibly can and hope that I can finish this war in time so that we don't lose any points. I'm super stressed out about this right now.
I just went to my church building and cleaned everything. I did the vacuuming and I did all the different rooms and then we went grocery shopping and my dad bought me a soda so I'm really happy about that and I just have to keep typing and i have to do so much and I need to check my messages really quick.
Ok so I'm just needing to type as fast as I can and I“m listening to Back to December. Time for a random story.
Emi ran around, screaming like she was about to approach the end times. She didn't know what to say. What to do.
The demons were after her, and they were all grasping little sacks that carried the herbs of murder and death. Emi knew that she would have to do something if she was going to make it to tomorrow. That had been her battle for the past six months. Getting to the next day, getting from one set of twetny four hours to the next. She had to make it.
She whirls around, sees the ghosts and she grasps the staff in her hand.
If someone had told her a year ago that she'd be wielding a staff and using it to kill ghosts, she would have laughed and told them to find an nice insane asylum to take an Uber to. But now, she could believe it all too well.
Oh wait, we don't even have a war right now…
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Ok it's time to tickity tackity as fast as I can.
Time to do they hyra thing
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Ok, now I can type in normal ways without the hundred thousand typos as you saw on the last, very incomprehensible thing.
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I'm going to try and type an actual story now.

I grasp the pen, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. I breathe deeply.
It's going to be fine.
The book is glowing a deep sapphire blue, which was maybe the only color we hadn't seen it turn. The light shines in between my fingers and hits the ceiling of the desert cavern, dousing the whole area in a sky-blue light.
I turned to the back of the book, but the runes didn't say anything about what a blue glow meant.
The aura reflects off of Emerson's face, and his green eyes meet mine, steely and determined. He'd changed so much since I met him eight months ago, at the beginning of the school year. He had tiptoed into our English 2 classroom, fearful and shaky. And there, he was the one reassuring my nerves. What a strange, strange world I'd grown to live in.
I grip the quill a little bit harder, brush my hair out of my eyes, and begin to write.
I begin with the most simplistic part- restating the prophecy that I knew nothing about months ago, back when I just went to school and choir practice and a thousand other meaningless things.
”Sixteen years from now
In a world plagued by fear
One maiden writes a new story
One boy calls for assistance
And a new era begins.“
I turn to Emerson, and he nods. I am the maiden of prophecy (though being called ‘maiden’ was rather unfamiliar), and he is the boy. It's all going according to plan, or at least we think.
Then comes the hard part. I grip the pen a little harder, turning my knuckles white.
”Now it has been fufilled
The two souls completed the new circle
The new era is two hours into creation
For two years to come.“
I release the pen stiffly. The book is still glowing, however. I turn to Emerson, and he shrugs for a moment.
”Maybe you need to write a new prophecy?“ he says.
”Huh?“
”The last people did a similar thing. They restated the prophecy, said that they fufilled it, and then they wrote about this disaster,“ he says. He waves his hands around the cavern as if to illustrate his point.
”But I don't-“
The words come to me, and I begin scratching them down.
”Twenty three decades from this eve
Six children
Blonde hair
Green eyes
A final era.“
I was a little disappointed that my prophecy didn't sound very interesting, but that was probably a good thing. No one needs to suffer any more.
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Time for a mini rant!
I am really tired because I had to wake up early today and I am really feeling the pressure to go and study for my pe exam. The thing is that my PE class is supposed to be an in person class, but because I'm taking orchestra, choir, and seminary for every year of high school, I have to get that credit out of the way. It's a really exhausting class, but I don't think it's as bad as having to do PE in person because then I'd have to suffer the eternal torture that's also known as the locker room. I remember my other class when I had to endure the suffering of changing out in there and I hated it so much. Thank goodness I am able to avoid that now. I mean, the exam and all the exercises are really annoying, but it's so much better than the other classes that I would have had to take.
I also had to take in person summer school so that I could take my other classes too. It was a pretty bad class. I mean, I LOVE history because I think it's super interesting. It's like reading a story, but it's real events and it's the story of our entire world. I just really disliked having to wake up super early every day in the summer to be able to do it, plus we moved so fast in that class so that we kind of brushed over some really important world events. It was still an interesting topic.
But it's ok because it means that there are a ton of classes I can take now, especially since there was a chance for a while that I wouldn't have been able to take choir for all four years, but now that one of my classes got pushed away and I learned that I only have to take two language classes to graduate, I should be able to take all of my classes!
I really hope that I'll be able to get a bunch of words out of the way with this rant. I'm needing to go practice violin because I just found out that I'm in the next level orchestra class and everyone there is kind of snobby and they all scare me to death, especially the people from my class who moved up with me, because they've been my orchestra competitors for the past two or three years, plus one of them has been my orchestra rival since elementary school.
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I am going to end up taking a bunch of clubs next year, because I've talked with a bunch of friends, and I am for sure going to be doing Reading Club and winter guard (which I'm so excited for!!), but I'll also probably end up taking Speech and Debate (Because I love yelling at people that they're wrong and I'm right… which is a little strange but whatever), Clay Club (because it's the only kind of visual arts I can make myself do/ enjoy), Young Athenas (which is our school's feminism club, because they do a lot of really good work around the school and because it looks really good on college application). I really really want to take NHS and United Sound too, but I don't think I'll have time for NHS and I don't know if my orchestra teacher will let me do United Sound yet.
My older brother finally got his car!! I'm really excited because that means he'll be able to drive me to school in the mornings, and it will be really nice to not have to wake up early to get to the bus stop. Plus, more time with my brother, who's the best. The thing is that he won't be able to drive me home from school because he is taking his last hour off of school, and I still have seventh hour orchestra. It's fine though, because I'll be able to ride the bus home with my lifelong friend, who is in the same exact situation, and it'll be just like when we rode around in the bus together in elementary school…. but maybe with less screamin Les Mis songs when we didn't know what they meant. For example, we'd sing I Dreamed a Dream, and we had no idea what… any of it meant. If you know, you know. It's a really good song though…
OK OFF OF THAT TOPIC I really like pens. I just got four new pens for the start of the school year (which is unfortunately super early, on the 25th), and they are my favorite pens of all time! I found one of them on the floor in the orchestra ensemble room during choir (yeah, I know, orchestra ensemble room, but it was during choir class), and I used it to mark some stuff on my music (like beats and ‘no breaths’ and such) and I just loved how well the pen flowed. I lost it a little while ago, but it was amazing. I convinced my parents to buy me some new ones for the school year, and they are absolutely fantastic!
I'm going to check how many words this is. I really hope it's enough to get far in the war….
Alright, I'm just going to keep working on this rant until it's exactly enough to complete the war because that's the kind of person I am. I just really can't lose points, because our cabin is lower in the ranks and I really cannot handle that now. The thing is that my first cabin ever was second to last at the end of the session, and my last cabin was third overall, which was amazing, and I love lyric so much and I know that we can make top five because LYRIC IS SUCH A GREAT CABIN. HAZEMORE FOR LIFE <3
Anyway…
Yeah.
My hand hurts really bad from typing this much, but I have to keep going. I refuse to lose cabin wars. I refuse. I completely and totally and utterly and in every possible, conceivable, and even non conceivable way refuse. We have to win. It's important.
Oh wait, I just checked and it's only like a thousand and a half until this was is over and we can rise in a plume of flames of triumph.
That sounded weird, BUT YOU GET THE IDEA.
I think I'll write a breakup song really quick, despite never having been in a relationship. I have a weird thing about writing break up songs, but THEY'RE SO FUNNNN

Lie Crafter-

I ran down the street
Feet hitting the pavement
Eyes stinging hard and cold
Wondering what on earth you could've meant

Didn't you say that it was perfect?
Didn't you say it was ever after?
You fibbed a hundred thousand times
You're a wonderful lie crafter

I remembered the day you and I met
And my guillable heart went ”Please say yes“
I remember the day you said ”now and forever"
Saying it would be fine, more or less

Didn't you say that it was stunning?
Didn't you say it was ever after?
You told me whatever you could make up
You're a wonderful lie crafter

I sat down on the asphault
I cried because I don't even know
What's true anymore
It's certainly not you

Didn't you say you'd always be here?
Didn't you say it was ever after?
You swore you spoke the truth and nothing but
Well guess what?
You're a wonderful lie crafter


WHOA THAT ENDED UP BEING BETTER THAN I THOUGHT!!
I love writing break up songs, because honestly it's just a fun mix of anger and bitterness and roasting people, and occasionally sadness. There's a lot of art that goes into it, and I just love doing it.
I'm about halfway through what I need to get done to complete this war. Alright, I just have to keep typing. I just warred folklore, even though they're our allies. The problem is that they asked for a war cause they're bored, but no one responded, so I guess I kind of did it out of love for them? I gave them the easiest wars I could think of, so I hope they have fun with that.
One of my cabinmates was up until five am, so that's really uhh not good. I just yelled at her to go to bed, and SHE'D BETTER.
I only have a few words left to write and then hopefully this war will be over. I am really sleepy but I must keep writing because it's very important.
I currently have a few tabs open, including my current work in progress, which is an adventure-fantasy thingy. It's fun though. Then, I have two tabs open about me RSVPing for my final exam, then I have my music tab, which is currently playing Enchanted because I'm on a huge Speak Now TV kick ever since it came out. Then there's this tab that I'm currently typing on, then the Lyric cabin tab, then my word counting tab, then my online class tab, which I probably have to go do some action on so that the session stays alive. Orrr, the session is already dead. Whatever. Then it's my google doc about studying for my final exam, which doesn't have that many words on it, then it's the main cabin tab. I am typing a lot of words.
I only have a few hundred words left to type and then the war will be complete! Then after that we have another war, which is really really annoying, becuase I won't have any time to practice violin. I'm going to check if this is enough words.
I only need like one hundred and twenty three words to finish this war! This is going tobe so good.
I am typing because tyoping is good and I can type type type type type type type type type and I am very tired and there is a bag of mini m and ms beside me and I've had my earbuds in my ear so much that they're actually hurting my outer ear now but I don't care because I desperately need to be listening to music to be able to focus or else I wouldn't be able to get anything done at all.
I just have to keep typing to get this done but my elbow hurts from putting it on the table while I type and this cabin wars is physically hurting me but I don't care because I will complete this very uhhh interesting war and I just have to get everything done and the pressure is on and I just realized that I'm going to be so close to my word goal once I add all of my words from these cabin wars so that will be really really fun! Last time in SWC, I finished my word goal faster than I thought. * I gotta go.

July 23rd

Daily-
Worked on my novel!
I can't share it on here for privacy reasons, but I assure you I did it

Daily Haiku-
Two months flew away
Hours spent in the future
Turn back summertime

July 24th
Last day before school starts…

Daily-

c/p from MC

Daily, lyrc: (bolded) I am the midborn…. | Callen lived his whole life in a small desert town with his mother and sister. When he was kidnapped, his entire life became a lie. His name was not Callen. He was not a member of the Sibley family. He never should have lived there. He discovers that he is a midborn, someone who had died and petitioned the Lord of the Underearth for a second chance at life. Callen was brought back, and he must discover what he must do with his second life, and what lies ahead… | When Keira was brought back, her first thought was- “survive”. One little girl and one regretful case of thievery later, Keira is kidnapped herself and made to take a traditional midborn oath alongside her new friend and sister Asteria. What Keira never says is that her mind is a cage, and that her soul is on its guard….| Asteria loves many things- plants and sunshine and camels and mostly, her friends. She was content where she was, until an attack leaves her innocent nature crumbling and her bravery dwindling. When her closest friend takes a dangerous chance, Asteria has no choice but to fight against her will…. | Damian is incredibly good at many things, but what he's best at is keeping the group's spirits light. Or maybe his best skill is gambling… he doesn't quite know. All he /does/ know is that the road ahead is likely to kill if he's not careful… which he never is. || The midborns have seen many things, but they cannot prepare themselves for a future of death… and a past of pain…
274 words

Daily Haiku
Less than you could hope
A thousand days left to dust
A future of thought

Weekly #4

IT'S ERAS TOUR THEMED <3

Part One–

(Wrote the song based on the poem Starlight, Starbright… and it's a love song cause why not)

Hey little star, you darling brush of light
Everything that's happened has been bark more than bite
You smile every night when I see you
No one else on earth could ever be you
I wish that I may, I wish that you might
Hold back the wrong, make it alright
(… I feel like that wasn't good as it could've been… I'll edit it later)
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I chose the worldbuilding aspect, and I based it off of the language aspect, set in the context of an argument.

“Don't tell me about the importance of eltrandia- scorev olde ethe taheen ginghab,” I said. I breathed deeply out of my statement and shook my long, tawny curls out of my eyes.
“Gon ifley, horrible, sickening, thing!” Everton shouted. I was proud of myself for keeping my voice steady, but Everton's constant loud volume was wearing away my patience.
“I never stole it,” I said. “Gon howille tahte.”
Slipping in and out of Fellinst and English was difficult for me, despite four years of practice. When I took that ship from Grocell to Verton, I had no idea that language barrier that would come. At my ten years of age, I was determined to fit in. Now that I was fourteen, I still struggled to speak in the normal way here.
Of course, being a foreigner made it easy to be targeted.
Especially when it came to accusations.
“I can't believe gon,” Everton yelled.
“Then go ahead,” I said. “Don't believe me. Truth wins out in the end.”
My fury was escalating so quickly that I forgot to change the way I was talking. I tried to calm my hot head, but I was failing. I was a good, honorable person! I was capable of many things, but I was in no way capable of thievery- both in mind, in spirit, and in honesty, I was not physically or financially prepare to pull of the heist I was being accused of.
I whipped around, my candle still in hand, and walked home, fuming.
It wasn't necessarily home. It was “Colcion's Grite ofri Simmeld Gorshraks”, or Colcion's Home of Displaced Personages. Or, a more appropriate name would be Colcion's He**hole of Displaced People, Mostly Nutjobs, A Set of Hyperactive Triplets, and One Fourteen Year Old Boy Who Somehow Wandered Into Here.
I walked in, extinguished my candle, and sat down on my bed. Insantly, done by habit, I pulled out the Fellinist Language Guide, gifted to me by one of the triplets- Golcion. He said it was an act of pity, but we both knew it was an act of friendship.
I began reading, trying my hardest to learn the strangely spelled and pronounced words. The language seemed to follow no proper rules, and I was terrible at memorization.
Telornis- Folded. Speiret- Cold. Elceranious- Indecisive, I read. The words seemed to slam into my brain. I was already tired and angry, and the constant need to study this language was wearing down my patience even further.

(416 words)
—-

Part Two

(Repetition of ‘my fears told me…)

My fears told me not to stare at bright things
My fears told me not to accept diamond rings
My fears told me that stars only last so long
For the first time, I’m betting my fears are wrong
—-

The sight swims before my eyes a hundred times over. The echoing visions are torture, but I cannot stop them. They're a product of my mind- my pained, agonized, tumultuous mind.
I try to speak, but the words and thoughts slowly turn to dry sobs. I'm not making any noise, but I can feel my lungs crying out for breaths. I can hear my mind crying out for rational thought. I can hear my heart crying out for a shield.
I can't find solace. The person I love is dead.
It was so sudden. The king sent a knife to his ribs, and now he was dead on the ground.
The tears start streaming down my face, and I can't stop them. No one is around to see. The tears make their way into my hair, into the grass, and sickeningly, onto my love's corpse.
His eyes are wide open, but they don't hold the laughing light and life they used to have.
I completely lose all sense of self-control. I run around the clearing, hitting trees, pulling branches off trees, stomping on grass, sobbing, screaming, and throwing an utter fit.
I am alone. I am a treasonous, fighting, rebel of a human being, and now, the one person who understood what I was going through, the one person who could truly relate, was dead.
The one person who ever cared about me is dead.
Finally, after I've let out all of my sorrow and rage, I make my way back to Kayson's body, and I feel my knees collapse. My entire body can't handle it. I cannot handle it.
“Please,” I say. “Please, please, please, PLEASE!”
My pleas, my useless pleas slowly dissipate as I return to sobbing. My tears get everywhere again, making me wet. I try to dry them with the edge of my sleeve, but I can't.
The king will be after me soon.
That thought, which normally stirred me into action, simply fills me with hopelessness. Why fight? I would die soon, just as Kayson died. It was worthless trying to fight against the king, the system, death.
I take deep breaths, my sobs still lingering in each one. I have to think.
I cannot.
“Please,” I whisper again. I sound pathetic, so different from the warrior I once was. Different from the person who fell in love with Kayson, different from the person that I prayed Kayson would fall in love with.
Maybe he had been in love with me.
It doesn't matter anymore.
He's gone. The thought is fact. Fact should not hurt, but it does.
Just as I take another breath, I hear someone else breathe.
There's nobody else in the clearing.
Kayson sits up suddenly, and I scream.
“Huh,” he says. He looks at his blood-covered chest. “I'm alive.”
I throw my arms around him, and he laughs gleefully.
I don't know why he's alive. I don't care. I've given up on asking why anymore. I'm just ready to be happy.
(Exactly 500 words)

Part Three

('better late than never')

And I told you in the dead of night
Lost in your loving, kind, star eyed sight
You and I are better late than never
Especially if it's once, always, and forever
I love and remember my once upon a time
But your ‘ever after’ is my most needed time
—
SWC Fic

Poppy wasn't doing too well. She was dancing on her tiptoes, fiddling with her pen, and overall lookig ready to puke.
It was utter and complete chaos in the Lyric cabin amidst cabin wars. There had been a strange calm before the storm at the beginning of cabin wars, when no one had warred the cabin for a full thirty minutes or so.
Then Fantasy, Lyric's dear, dear enemies, gave us a war, and the floodgates opened.
Poppy quickly put up a paper on the wall of the cabin for the war they'd recieved from Thriller before running to the cabin circle.
“Just keep writing,” she sang as she ran out.
She sprinted past the long pond studios of folklore, the revolutionaries of historical fiction, and the bullitain board of realistic fiction. She could hear the panicked cries coming from the cabins she'd warred earlier, and she took a moment to grin. So far, this session of cabin wars as shaping up to be very interesting indeed. The mango mercanary system had introduced a new chaos into the camp, and Poppy enjoyed watching the mercanaries sprint around camp, scribbling furiously on whatever piece of paper happened to be near at hand.
Poppy ran into the main cabin.
“Word war finished for lyric!” she sang, the curse of Hazemore following her. She quickly recorded the number of points she'd earned before running back to the cabin.
“Another war started!” Ava sang. “I'm going to need some backup!”
Poppy screamed in pure panicked confusion. It was just the chaos of cabin wars.
She collapsed at one of the provided desks and started to write furiously, desperately trying to get the war out of the way. Her headphones were shoved in her ears. You'd think that amidst the curse of Hazemore, Poppy wouldn't want to listen to another song again. In truth, she'd probably go insane if she couldn't listen to music while she wrote. She needed some pumped up tunes to keep writing at the pace she needed.
Wild popped in really quick between mercenary jobs. “Good luck, everyone!” she sang. She paused briefly to stare at the very interesting analogy that Poppy's sick mind had concieved before running off to the next job.
“Shield is down!” Ava sang.
Poppy wiped the perspiration from her brow. Who knew that writing could cause people to break a sweat?
As sci fi threw a new war at Lyric, Poppy attempted the fifty headed hydra, a missed by just a few words. She screamed in frustration.
Poppy yelled a few Taylor Swift lyrics, just to keep herself sane.
Two cabins tried to war them at once, but luckily they only had to do one. Wild came back from a mercenary job and started writing for her own cabin. Andrea walked in and immediately started writing furiously.
“War is he**….” Poppy whispered as the sounds of Speak Now went through her headphones, as the sound of yells from other cabins echoed around the camp, and as the sounds of pencils on paper and fingers on keys made a chorus of panic.
(515 words)

Part Four

(based on the song We Found Love, which I haven't heard somehow…)

We found love in the strangest places
In ice cream cones and forgotten faces
We found it in comedies from the eighties
In making plant-jewelry from little-stem daisies
You and I found love by singing duets
By watching NBA games and placing bets
I realized it was love with your crinkled-eye smile
You realized when your fingers hover over my number
Every single time you dial
—-
Futuristic… chair?

The chair flew by, the exposed gears whirring around at an unbelievable pace. You could hardly make out the teeth of the gears.
Powering chairs by magic leaves was unconventional, but I was finding that it was working strangely well.
“Add a few more maples,” I said. I pulled my long hair into a ponytail and watched my assistant feed a few more shimmering maple leaves into the large funnel attached at the end of the chair.
If all went according to plan, the chair would revolutionize sitting itself. As soon as you sat down, the chair would offer you a thousand different options, such as food, drink, entertainment, or a very nice pocketwatch to watch the time pass slowly.
The maple leaves made their way through the glass tubes, around the exposed brass bars, and into the chair. The chair twerked for a second, adjusting to the new fuel being fed into its system.
“I think it needs more elm,” my assistant, Cassandra said. She ran her fingers along the hundreds of thousands of leaves we had laid out on a long counter.
I pushed the goggles on my face up a little further. I'd been wearing them so much they had been starting to leave permanent marks on my face. I put on fresh gloves as well.
“Add thirteen elm leaves, seventeen oak, and a lot more apple tree leaves,” I said. “That should enable it to more easily access the database involving those shows people used to watch. You know, Mandalorian and Stranger Things and The Office.”
I'd watched an episode of The Office, purely for scientific experimentation, and I couldn't believe how… basic their technology was. And that Michael bloke was a right old idiot.
Cassandra fed the leaves into the funnel, and the chair spun for a moment, the leather and wood gleaming in the afternoon light coming from our lab's window. Suddenly, a little screen popped up, and I instantly recognized the display. It looked exactly like that Netflix thing I'd seen in photographs. Sleek, with red letters and a very annoying policy about sharing passwords.
“It worked!” Cassandra cried. She danced up and down, and I took a long sip of my soda in celebration.
Fifteen years of studying old historic texts and emails, of leaning over little buttons and boards, of staring at coding languages blankly, and I had created a lovely new chair that would change the way people sat forever.
(411 words)

THE END

And I told you in the quiet of day
Lost in your sweet, innocent moon eyed gaze
You and I are better late, now or never
Especially if it's today and forever
I remembered how I felt it was a crime
But your ‘ever after’ is my most needed time
—
(Really random- who's voice is that in the project??)
—-
I bolted up, the white bedsheets curled around me. The morning light shone through the curtains and onto my face.
I had been whipping around while I slept, because I could see my stack of books thrown across the carpeted floor.
I had the strangest dream… there had been strange languages, a home for displaced people. There had been a young woman crying over a bloodied man, right before the man bolted up and scared her out of her senses. There had been a really strange, sort of deja vu ish part where I had attended real life SWC, and we were caught in the middle of a set of cabin wars that had felt strangely familiar. A woman, feeding random leaves into a chair, as though that would do anything.
There'd been a song. A love song. It still echoed in my mind.
Not even bothering to make up my bed or take off my pajamas, I flew downstairs, bumping into my groggy older brother and nearly toppling over my younger sister's LEGO tower. I made my way to our piano. My parents were looking at me in confusion, but they were rather used to me running downstairs, needing to write an idea or something down. My sister looked up from the show she was watching to glance at me, before turning back to the world of Bluey and Bingo. I sat down on the piano bench, pulled the music on the stand off and onto the floor. I closed my eyes.
The notes came to me.
I pressed my fingers down on the white, cold keys, and a tune came out. Soft and slow at first, but just as I remembered them.
I started to sing softly…
“Hey little star, you darling brush of light…”
(298 words)

COMPLETED ON DAY ONE!!!

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

July 25th-26th

Bi-Daily-

The girl exhaled softly, the air pulled from her lungs. It came out as a soft cloud in the air, white breath against a sky white with clouds.
I can't forget.
With trembling hands, she picked up the soft leather book and ran her fingers along it. The little rusted nails that held the cover together were cold from being left in the frost far too long.
She gently turned the pages, careful not to pull them too hard. The parchment was so old that it would have crumbled if pullled slightly too hard.
Hundreds of names. Thousands. Millions. Billions, eight billion to be precise, written in different colors of ink- royal blue, soft lavender, mistcloud gray.
The girl ignored all of the names and the histories within.
She turned the pages slowly, methodically, rhythmically, until she found the name she was searching for.
It was the only name in the entire book of ages that was written in hard black ink.
It was her own name, one she'd heard far too often of late.
Everli Coless.
The obsidian letters hit her eyes with a fierceness. Her name was in the book.
Death was approaching.
A wind made it's way across the frostbitten field, chilling Everli and setting her nerves afire.
Thought overwhelmed her mind and drowned her instincts. She sat down on the icy grass, feeling the frosted tips of the blades sting her skin as they melted.
The wind whipped along the area again, sending a shiver through Everli.
“Death is approaching,” the wind whispered, before moving forth and leaving the stench of smoke and pine behind.
Everli could not find enough strength to use her voice to answer. Instead, mustering all the will she could, she nodded softly.
Why was she so fearful?
She'd been avoiding the truth for longer than her mind and eyes and scars could remember. She'd known for quite a long time that she was destined for Death's grip, but she'd been pushing off the thoughts.
It was no longer an option.
Everli dug her fingers into the frozen ground, feeling a sick satisfaction when she felt cuts open on her hands and the flecks of dirt irritably under her fingernails.
She finally yanked her hands out of the dirt and grass and stood up. The wind pushed past against her back again, but its words were silent this time.
It was a cold world.

Haikus for both days

Dazes and schooldays
Walking tightropes and tiles
Shouts of reunion

It's only one time
Speak like you're more than it all
Swear not to go back

July 27th

Daily-
Main Cabin!
Best 3 word story ever, credit to Summer for compiling all the replies and showing me.
You’ll be back
When the rain
Falls down to
The icy sea
You’ll be there
When the storm
Weeps final tears
And my prayer
Reaches the heavens
And then it clears the skies
To be heard
By the one
Who dwells there

Credits to @MoonlitSeas, @legocookie6, @jalapeno9, @-SimplyWatermelon-, @PixelDucko, @PoppyWriter, @BookLover209, @SqueakyBird520, @27coding_crazy

Another one!

Those that weep
Under starry skies
And say goodbye
To forgotten dreams
Greet the day
With tearful eyes
And hopeful smiles

Credits to yours truly, @27coding_crazy, and @-SimplyWatermelon-

Daily Haiku-
Woken eyes, red morn
Breathe out the old, rusted day
Start anew once more

July 28th

Daily from Niko

*Ding!*
I saunter into the elevator, and it smells like fabric softener. I can feel my right contact lense going dry, and I rub it until little teardrops rewet it and it stops stinging my eye.
I slump against the cold metal walls of the elevator and I close my eyes. It had been a crazy day- with school lasting from six thirty to three, then having to come here for out-of-school orchestra, I could hardly hold myself up anymore.
Second floor-
The shining elevator doors slide open. I pull myself off the wall so I don't get concerned looks.
But the person who walks into the hallway is someone I know well. They are holding their cello case close to their chest, just as I feel my hands tighten around the handle of my viola case.
“Hey,” he says with a nod of his head.
I nod in return, but I don't say anything. I brush my hair behind my ear and try not to think of anything. Of course, it doesn't work. My mind becomes a landslide, and all the unwanted memories slip in.
Laughter. Teasing. One very interesting discussion.
Filthy traitor.
My friend Lilac, a violinist, had told me never to trust a cellist. She herself had dated plenty of them, but she'd never go into the details of it any time I'd ask. She'd always told me never to trust anyone with a cello in their hands. I had always laughed at that statement, until then.
We'd never officially gone out, but he'd even told me he loved me. I had smiled. Blushed, like a second grader.
I should have known.
“How have you been?” he says.
I want to explode into a fiery rage, especially with the soft classical music coming from the speakers above me. I keep my head on.
“Better than before,” I say.
“I'm sorry.”
Once again, I'm tempted to grab the cello from his hand and throw it at the floor, but I don't want to ruin his instrument, just his life.
“I bet you are,” I say nonchalantly.
“Rebecca, I swear I am,” he says. “I told you no, because I was worried you weren't ready enough for what-”
I make a noncommittal noise as another *ding* sounds and I step out of the elevator.
That sounded like an insult to my capability- something he'd teased me about long ago, but never had he sounded so serious.
I walk over to the new orchestra seating bulletin and groan.
Markus Ender is scrawled in perfect ballpoint-pen ink right next to Rebecca Press.
The dangers of being in a relationship that never existed with someone who's in the section right next to yours.

Daily Haiku-
Turn a cold shoulder
What happened to the cruel past?
Broken thought response

Random Idea that's My Writing Comp Entry I Guess- betty (betty's version)

So I was sitting in my classroom listening to betty because… yeah. Anyway, I started humming it, and I got the lyrics mixed around slightly, and this lead to an idea that eventually resulted in betty (betty's version). The idea is that it's the song betty by Taylor Swift, but from betty's POV.

James, please don't just assume
I changed my schedule ‘cause of you
Even though that would be true
Oh James, when I saw you riding past my room
On your brand-new longboard
I felt like I had found my doom

I got an email from Inez
I’ve believed each thing she says
Most times- but this just can't be true
The worst time that I ever cried
It was ‘cause I missed you

But if you just showed up at my party
Would you love me?
Are you sorry?
Would you tell me
That you’re back in town
Or that August is forever
If we went into my garden
Would you tell me
I'm the queen to your king?
I'm only seventeen, but I miss your everything
And you know I love you

Dear James, I know where it went wrong
A summer song was playing as she pulled up on my street
Your love was nowhere to be found
I was one in the crowd, you didn't know that
But I saw you kiss her in the car seat

I got a DM from Inez
I believed each thing she said
It was too good to be true
The worst time that I ever cried
It was ‘cause I loved you

But if you just showed up at my party
Would you love me?
Are you sorry?
Would you tell me
That you’re back in town
Or that August is forever
If we went into my garden
Would you tell me
I'm the queen to your king?
I'm only seventeen, but I miss your everything
And I know I love you

I walked home on my high-heel cobblestones
Thinking ‘bout your summer thing
When your face showed up
Like a figment of my awful memories
I felt it sink in, I cried
Long days into long nights
Sat all alone
And dreamt of you all August long

James, I see you on my doorstep
Reciting your ’forgive-me' lines
Through my window, it comes and sinks in
James, right now is the first time
I've wondered if you love me back
Or if you'd care ‘bout seeing me again

The only thing I want of you
Is just to love me true

So I met you on the doorstep

So I met you on the doorstep

So you showed up at my party
Said you loved me
And you’re sorry
Kissed me on the north-side porch
Right in front of wide-eyed Inez
You kissed me and you said “just like I dreamt it”
I can feel myself starting to fly
I'm only seventeen, but I can see behind your eyes
And you know I love you

You're wearing my old cardigan
Holding my strong hand again
Stopped under our streetlight
Your eyes say “I missed you”
—
Anyway, that's it!

THANK YOU NOTES <33

Firstly, a big thank you to…. everyone! Daily team- your dailies were fantastic this session, and the weeklies felt uniquely good. Hosts- way to go for your Herculean effort!! To any and all random campers who would message me or chit chat, you guys make this community what it it. Love y'all!

To my Lyric cabinmates…

Ris-

Aww, Ris, so many memories! You are such an amazing, hilarious, energetic person, and an unbelievable leader. Being in lyric under your leadership has been absolutely incredible. I loved doing the challenges you came up with, singing (or typing I guess) Taylor Swift lyrics, and overall having some chaotic fun together. I'm so glad we had this session together, and I hope I can see you next session.

Elara-

I know I didn't see you that much during the session, but you were a great co-leader, and I loved talking Hamilton with you. I hope everything's ok, and that you'll keep being the incredible person you are.

Andrea-

Co-leader supreme!! I loved seeing you around the cabin, chatting with you occasionally, etc. Seeing all the work you've done for lyric in the past few weeks has been absolutely incredible! You are so hard working, and lyric wouldn't have been the same without all of your work. Thanks so much for an amazing session! <3

Ayla-
You are just such a nice, sweet cabinmate! You added this amazing positivity to our cabin and made it a better place. Hopefully I can see you more around SWC and Scratch?

Wild-

OH MY GOSH WILD!!
I swear, fate (or the sorting team rather) is very kind. Being in the same cabin with you twice in a row was a serious blessing. What can I even say? I'm trying to find the words to thank you for all the amazing things you've done, but honestly I have no idea what to say even! You're so incredibly talented (especially with your songwriting in lyric or with your third person pov writing), so incredibly funny, and overall one of the most amazing people I've ever met on this website. I loved talking about random analogies, Grammarly annoyances, and various songs, and a million other things with you. I don't even know what to say except for- thank you for everything. <33

Ava-

Ava!! Of course I was in smc with you and now here You are such a fun, spirited, and hilarious person. You did so good during cabin wars (especially that little blip when I fell asleep…), and you are overall just an amazing cabinmate. I'm so grateful I got to be in lyric with you, because you spread the best kind of chaos wherever you go! <3

Lilly-

I'm so glad that you were in lyric with me! You were such a fun presence in the cabin- you made me laugh a bunch of times, you always cheered everyone on, and you overall made it such a good place to be in.

Kay-

How on earth was this your first session?? Somehow, it felt like you should have always been here in swc. You fit in so well with the rest of the group! You're an *incredibly* talented writer, so hard working, and just a great person. You made me smile a bunch of times from the amazing vibes you give off. I love being around you and I'm so glad we had this session together- you made it amazing <3

Westy-

I didn't get to see you around too much during this session, but I've seen you around other corners of scratch (musical theatre places, SWOW, and we were also in the same cabin during my first session). Though I didn't get to talk too much during this session, every time I've talked with you before has been amazing, because you're so incredibly nice and positive.

And to anyone else who helped contribute in lyric- whether that be warring us (judgemental look), being a fantastic sibling cabin, or just popping in to say hello!

Other cabins-

Myth-

Sorry for betraying you guys during cabin wars 2 (well, 50% sorry but still ). You guys had an amazing theme and were incredible siblings, plus you have some incredible campers in your cabin. So glad I had a chance to talk to a bunch of you!

To Steampunk, Thriller, Hi-Fi, and various other cabins-

Sorry for warring you guys. It had to be done. :>

To folklore-

Definitely not listening to folklore as I write these. What a fellow Taylor-inspired cabin you are! You guys are made up of some fantastic folklorian folks, and I loved being around you guys, warring you once at your behest, and spamming you guys with lyrics. Love you all!

TO SO MANY VARIOUS CAMPERS-

Feel free to ctrl-f your nickname to find yourself if you need to

Vi!-

I'm so sorry this has been a rough month for you- I hope everything gets better for you and remember to take care of yourself. You are an incredible, vibrant, and clever friend, and I'm so glad to have met you. I love talking Darcy with you, chatting about future cabins, and just saying random stuff. You're an amazing friend, and feel free to reach out if you ever need anything. I'm always here for you <3

Ember-

I loved seeing you around this session! You're an amazing and funny person, and you are incredibly good at writing from 3rd person pov So glad that you could join us this session! You made me laugh a whole bunch over the past month, and we also did a word war together that was really fun. Hopefully I'll see you around more?

Ani-

SLEEP DEPRIVATION!! You are so incredibly funny and a wonderful partner of no-sleep-land. Thanks for a hodgepodge of random, nonsensical memories, and thanks for everything!

Twi-

Sleep. Now.

But seriously, you are a hilarious and kind person, and you have made swc such an amazing place. I remember last session, I was really nervous about rejoining the swc community because the session before, I'd struggled to finish stuff. You were welcoming and made me laugh a whole bunch. Thanks for that, and for being amazing in general!!

Icy!

Fellow sleep-deprivation person Thanks for so many memories and so many random comments. I had a great time chatting with you on my profile and ranting about exams XD Hope you have a great couple months, and I hope to see you next session

Wynter the Wafer :>

Oh my gosh, what do I even say? I don't even think I could even get all the words down to say how much I appreciate you. Is it possible to copy and paste every time you made me laugh or smile? Does that work? You are a hilarious, bright, and talented friend and I'm so glad that we could have this session together. *inserts every time you made me fall over laughing*

Kenzie!

You incredible human being, how are you this incredible?? Thanks for a host of memories and one very interesting dare. Hope to see you around more, and thanks for being so amazing!

RICE (ahem… Reese)

I'm struggling to find the right words to say because I'm literally just sitting here at my desk and thinking of every time you made me fall over laughing and every time I'd see one of your comments and it made me smile. You are such a funny, sweet, talented person. I love reading your writing, sending you random lyrics, and seeing you around the main cabin. You're such a great person, and swc wouldn't be the same without you
…
And happy birthday, again

Clev-

Every time that I saw your comments on the mc, or I got the chance to talk to you, you just gave off the best vibes ever. You're so amazingly nice and talented, and I loved being in swc with you.

Star

I've only gotten to talk to you a few times, but your critique of my writing comp entry was *so incredibly helpful*, and I loved being able to critique yours because it just blew me away. You're such a sweet person and a talented writer

Alana!

Alanaaaa!! Every time I saw you on the main cabin, I was immediately flooded with a sense of deja vu. You were an incredible leader last session, and I will never, ever be able to forget how incredible NonFi was because it left its mark on me as the nicest, most positive cabin ever. That would not have been possible without you. You are so sweet, talented, and kind, and I'll never be able to thank you enough for all that you do. Thank you for everything!! <33

Red-

Do you know how little normal talking I did with you (well actually, we did have some), because you and I spend so much time on lyric chains?? I had a bunch of fun doing those with you, and thank you for making me laugh a bunch

Syze!

I remember I had so many good times word warring you! You send such positive vibes around the camp, and I loved being able to be in this session with you. You're a phenomenal writer and person, and I wish you all the best

Jori!!

I've never really found the time to say this before, but you're seriously such an impressive person. The way that you run SWOW- it's incredible. You have serious leader skills, and you're such a fun and creative person! You're a talented writer and an amazing friend, and I'm so grateful for you.

Lark-

Your critique for my writing comp entry gave me so many ideas and was so helpful. Also, I'm just going to say it one more time- the piece you sent to me for critique exchange was *so good*. You're a very talented writer and overall a great person <3

Alex-

Over the last two sessions, I've had so much fun chatting with you and seeing all the amazing things you do! You're so funny and talented, and you make swc a better place. I'm so grateful for all the hilarious things you post in the main cabin and all the things you do for this camp

Sandy-

Thank you for so many word wars (I swear, my determination to get close to your word count probably upped my wpm by a lot XD), for talking with me in the main cabin, and for being a great presence in the camp. You give off such good vibes, and I hope I get to talk to you next session, maybe? <3

Summer!!

Oh, there are so many things I could say about you- your humor, your talent, your kindness. You made me laugh so many times, gave me really good advice several times, and are overall just such an amazing person. You are one of the nicest people I met this session, and you made me smile so many times I couldn't count them on all my fingers and toes. Thank you for everything, a million times over!! <3

Final Note-

If I forgot you, you have full permission to come to my profile and demand sixteen mangoes as payment. I speed wrote these, so there's a 100% chance I forgot someone who is vibrant, funny, kind, bright, and great. That's on me, not you. If I forgot you, then please know that I feel so bad. It has nothing to do with me trying to ignore you, and it all has to do with my very bad memory (ask any of my teachers- I have the equivalent of Dory's memory). Please know how much you are loved, and how sorry I am!!

SWC is maybe the most positive place on Scratch. Everyone on here is incredibly funny, talented, and kind. How often do you find a community like this? It's one in a million. One in a billion. There's nothing like this.

So, thanks to the hosts. To the leaders. To the co-leaders. To the campers. To anyone who made this camp what it is, past and present.

Thanks to everyone who made me laugh with a comment on the main cabin. To anyone who wrote a story this session that left me smiling, crying, laughing, or awestruck. You guys are special.

Thank you. I love you all, and thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You all matter. So much. Never forget that.

In short,

I WAS ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU <33

Please feel free to come chat with me on my profile whenever you want. I won't just be happy to talk, I'll be downright giddy.

Love and mangoes to you all <33

Hey guys!
I'm trying to come up with a new username for my nanowrimo account, and I'm so indecisive and I need opinions

Jane Austen quotes-

- pierce-my-soul
- no-enjoyment-like-reading
- i-cannot-make-speeches

I Capture the Castle quotes-

- one-page-left
- only-wish-to-write
- i-capture-the-castle
- kitchen-sink-writing
- only-the-margin-left
- write-by-moonlight
- oh-comfortable-cocoa

OR I could do something from Anne of Green Gables

- world-of-octobers
- dear-old-world
- imagine-something-worthwhile
- cheerful-as-you-can
- in-love-with-loneliness
- sunbursts-and-marble-halls
- words-aren't-made-they-grow

Please let me know on my profile, OR whatever comment I posted this in
Thanks so much, all you wonderful pretzels (ahem, I mean people), for helping with my indecision XD

Birthday Note for the Ever-Amazing Twi <33

HAPPY 13TH TWIIIIII!!!
You're such a fun, hilarious, amazing person and SWC would not be the same without you!! It's been so fun meeting with you and being in SWC with youn over the past few sessions because you're just an amazing writer and person and ahhhh you're just the best!! <3 Hope you have such an amazing year- you seriously deserve it!! *thirteen mango birthday cupcakes with little birthday arson candles on top*