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daily 11/13: 0/350
As you follow the trio up the stairs of the dark building, Ris calls over her shoulder, “Oh, and welcome to the Survivors.”

weekly 2: 0/1300
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Part One
Starr’s Workshop or September's Workshop.

write a skit involving humour of at least 350 words

Part Two
write a song parody using a song of at least 250 words, using a humorous element from your skit.


Part Three
SWC fanfiction of at least 700 words

Conclusion
- 350 words of a humour-related skit
- 250 words of parody inspired by your humour from your skit
- 700 words of SWC fanfiction based on your parody
This amounts to at least 1300 words total.

bi-daily 11/6-7: 552/550 words
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“Lily, wait!”
A young girl in a cloak ran through the cold, harsh woods.
“Lily! Please wait up, it didn't mean anything-”
“No!“ Lily shouted, tearing through each stride. James ran after her, his hand almost catching onto her cloak.
”I swear,“ pleaded the boy. ”It's all a mistake! They wouldn't have-“
The girl stopped and turned around with a dramatic swish of her cloak. James skidded to a stop, immediately retracing his steps slowly as Lily advanced on him.
”You and your little friends are all worth a trip to hell!”
“Lily-”
“None of you have ever made a single good choice- I don't even know why I talk to you!”
“Lily, I-”
“Your glorious schemes, your clever pranks! And you never turn around and see the damage you've caused-” she stopped talking and flinched. James took her hand firmly. Lily stared at it, tears forming rapidly at her eyes.
“Lily,” tried James.
Lily looked away and shut her eyes. A small drop of salty water ran down her cheek.
James smirked. “Are you… crying?”
“Quit it, James,” Lily swore softly.
“You're adorable when you're angry,” James said, tilting his head to match hers.
Lily slowly turned back to look at him, shaking her head. Her tears streamed down her face, glowing in the darkness of the woods.
She whispered, “You've never been called a Mudblood, have you?” The corners of her lips were down, her lower lip trembling. Her hands curled into fists, shaking off James's grip. “You've never been called a name?”
James looked down at his feet, cloak hanging to his ankles.
“Barely a harsh word has come your way, has it? You Pure-Bloods and your flawless fantasies. Ever care for others? Better off a Death Eater.” She scorned, looking away once more and taking a step back.
“Look,” James began. “There's nothing I-” he choked.
Lily quickly looked at him with an expression of concern.
James knit his eyebrows. “I've got nothing. I would never want to hurt you, Evans.”
Lily scoffed.
“Promise. Nothing makes me happier in the world than you.”
“Not even your ego?” Lily retaliated.
James shook his head. Lily sighed a long sigh in pity.
“You really are something, Potter.”
James chuckled and stooped to her height, looking up slightly. “I'm pretty sure…you like me….” He waited for a response.
Lily gave him one. “I despise you,” she grinned down into his imploring face.
James laughed, taking her gently by the shoulders. He stared into her eyes intensely, tilting his head in awe. “Your eyes are a beautiful deep bottle green, Lily.”
“Oh, do stop,” Lily shrugged him off and grinned, taking a moment to clear her face of her tears.
Thumping footsteps sounded from the edge of the woods, pattering quickly toward them.
"James!“ Voices called. ”Prongs!“
”This place gives me the creeps. I swear it was daytime a minutes earlier.“
”Why did you think it was a good idea to come here? It's the Forbidden Forest!“
”Come now, we all know James loves the forbidden stuff.“ Laughter was heard.
”Oh dear, stay here, I've got it,“ James said to Lily.
”Wait,“ she commanded, touching his arm.
”Don't ever tell anyone about this, Potter.“
James chuckled, walking backwards with a broad smile on his face. ”Cross my heart and hope to die."

weekly #1: complete!!
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summary of words:
total words overall: 1714/1250
part 1: 421/200
part 2: 134/100
part 3: 650/450
scene 1: 253/150
scene 2: 241/150
scene 3: 156/150
part 4: 509/500
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Part 1: Character Inspiration
Words: 421/200

Song: cardigan (long pond studio sessions)

Prominent lyrics: Vintage tee, brand new phone
A friend to all is a friend to none
Chase two girls, lose the one
But I knew you
You put me on and said I was your favorite
When you are young, they assume you know nothing
(I couldn't help myself in picking them!)

Prose:
Three months ago at the university
I discovered you (or you discovered me) perhaps.
I remember glancing from far away, catching wide-eyed looks and sandy eyes.
Soon me and you (or you and me) became we.
It all happened so fast, but I barely missed a beat.

two months ago

“Do you want to the movies tonight?” I asked politely again.
For four weeks now we've been together. Late nights under street lights, dancing in the rain, jacket weather. Four weeks of beautiful bliss, in a daze of romance and vintage photos.
He jerked out of his gaze on the park bench and faced me, eyes adjusting to the warm evening light.
“I'm sorry,” he said, eyes shifting. “I- I can't.”
“Are you sure? It's the premiere, you don't want to miss it,” I smiled.
He looked down at the wooden bench bars, warped from rain and sun. “Yeah,” he gave a tight laugh. “There's just something I have to do.”
“Aww, what?”
He sighed for a moment and scratched his head. But he still wouldn't answer.
“Liam?”
He looked up.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Actually…” he cocked his head. “No. It's fine.”
I sighed and smiled. “Go get a good night's rest then.”

three weeks ago

“Hey, you wanna go get coffee in the morning?”
“Yeah, sure, let me just check my schedule.” He pulled out his phone and set it on the table.
“History professor still?” I laughed, looking at his email.
He chuckled and scrolled to his calendar. “It's getting a little hectic.”
It was the third dinner hour on the campus. I don't usually go this late, but at least I found Liam sitting at a table, and ran over, happy to see him.
“Surely there could be one minute or so to spare from your schedule?” I joked.
“Hyeah, I just-” a notification turned up on his screen. The contact had hearts and a lock, but that was all I'd see as he quickly grabbed the phone off the table.
“What's that?” I asked.
“Mom,” he said. “Just a sec.”
I tilted my head, as he received the call and got up.

one week ago

He said I wasn't the right fit, and took me off.

now

Was I too small, too young, big, and old?
Worn, torn, shiny, bold?
Were my buttons not clicking?
My collar too tight?
Maybe I'm just something to be enticed with.
Only for the moment just right?
(Do you remember when you said I was priceless?)

Part 2: Character Sheet
Words: 134/100

Name: Julia ‘Ju(les)’ Carlton
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: straight
Species: human
Strengths: loyal, trustworthy, honest, smart
Weaknesses: gullible, anxious, naive
Looks: fair brown hair, hooded eyes, light eyelids, pink makeup, beautiful cupid's bow, lips turned up. Never one for showy outfits, a humble covering dress in the summer, jackets in spring and winter, and flannels in fall.
Personality: Julia is really smart in terms of academics, however lacks in real-world experience, especially negative ones. She's sort of carefree, but makes sure she stays on the beaten path and thrives on it. She's a hopeful romantic, only just getting a touch of real-life relationships.
Tendencies: Julia tends to go with the flow, never really a trailblazer. She often relies on her friends and others to make a schedule for her, but does take initiative when necessary.

Part 3: Character Motivations
Words: 391/450

Scenario 1: 253/150 words
Julia in class
“Class,” Julia's physics professor paced the lecture floor. “I am both very shocked and unscathed at the results of this test.” He paused for a moment of suspense.
It was only the third week into semester one and Julia already had her favorite teacher. A french older gentleman,Mr. Lafayette was both upfront and impromptu. Only last week did Mr. Lafayette give out a test full of a hundred unexpected questions to assess his new class. The students had the weekend one two days to finish and turn in their answers.
“I saw a few unfinished tests, not to be frowned upon, knowing this was a rather abrupt way to start a semester. However my goal was to assess the readiness of my new class, and that I have most certainly attained the information to do so. The rest of you, have showed great persistence. I have no doubt the dorm mothers spent the night telling you off for the lights.”
This gathered a laugh from the students.
“I want to get to the point here. The highest score here with thirty-seven percent accuracy is… Ms. Carlton, please wave your hand.”
Students clapped awkwardly and looked around, and Julia waved timidly.
“Yes, yes, good. Thirty-seven percent accuracy. With the advanced level questions I gave you, I am impressed. Most of these questions I gave are questions you all will know the answers to at the end of semester. By January you should be able to ace this test.”
Students ‘oohed’.
“Now, to the board.”

Scenario 2: 241/150 words
(Julia gets to class)
Tuesday morning twelve minutes before her second english lecture of the year, Julia makes her way through the food laden breakfast tables. Backpack behind her, classroom somewhere in front, she walks with the flow of the college students.
“Where am I going…” Julia pulls out a map of the campus from her outside backpack pocket.
“Oh, there's so much,” she said, looking up and down the paper and looking around. “I need-”
“Help?” a voice next to her asked.
“Gem!” Julia exclaimed. She hugged her friend.
“That's me! And I know where you need to go.” Gem took the map, folded it, and gave it back.
Julia took it and put it back in her pocket. “Thank you so much, I was so lost-”
“And you still are, as long as we're standing here! Let's get going.” She began to walk, and Julia hurried up to follow her. “You're in the main building here, cafeteria three. Where do you need to go?”
“Um…” Julia referred to her mind. “Classroom number 2536.”
“Nice. You're in luck. It's a short walk. To get to the east wing - where your class is - keep walking this way until you get to the mural of fruit. From there, all you need to do is turn to the left and look on the right side of the corridor. Find 2536 and you're good.”
“Thanks, Gem,” Julia said in gratitude.
Gem patted her on the back. “Gotta go!”

Scenario 3: 156/150 words
(Julia's reaction to getting test scores)
“I think you'll do well,” Timothy said to a Julia in a nervous-wreck. “You've been amazing and failed every single quiz but all of them.” He paused. “That sounded- a bit odd but, you know, I know you'll do great.”
“Thank you,” Julia whispered.
Timothy Eorl was Julia's seatmate in this class. They had become fast friends and study mates over the course of just a week, sitting together every time.
Last week the Creative Writing II class spent all of class working on their answers for the end of semester exams. Handed in then, today was the day the scores came out. The anxiety of the students getting their results hung around the classroom, inching into every one of them.
Half an hour later of the class working in silent suspense, Mrs. Sterling called the class to attention.
Julia and Timothy leaned over their desks, and every eye was on the old teacher with glasses.

Part 4: Expanded Scenario
509/500 words. (Expanding on scenario 3)
“It's that time,” Mrs. Sterling said.
Julia shifted in her chair, her knees beginning to knock together. “Oh, no, this is-”
“Going to go great. We haven't even gotten the scores yet,” said Timothy. “Just sit tight, it'll be all right.”
“When I call your name, come down and grab your papers,” their teacher announced. “Albertson, Jack….Attery, Zoe…Alps, Tiffany!”
Three people walked down in succession with poker faces on. It was a small tight-knit class, and Julia gathered that Mrs. Sterling was calling names by alphabetical order. It was only a matter of seconds before her name would be called.
…Alston, Sarah…Bach, Paul… Her mind spun. …Bates, Beatrice…Betts, Moby…
“Carlton, Julia!”
Timothy nudged her eagerly, but Julia's knees were locked cold and she gave Timothy a scared look. Timothy looked at her expectantly, giving her his warm comforting gaze, and put his hand on hers. Julia closed her eyes and calmed herself, then got up.
“Thanks,” she whispered in gratitude to Timothy. He nodded. Then Julia moved swiftly to join the quickly moving line of students going to the front of the classroom.
…Calahan, Minny…Davis, Patricia…Eaton, Nilton
Sooner than later she approached the teacher's desk and found her sheet.
She barely looked past her name on the paper, going back to her seat hurriedly. She almost sat down when Timothy's name was called, and he joined the line as well.
…Evans, Edward…Gray, Ishan…
Julia stared at her paper, the top page only revealing the exam name and her name in cursive font. Surely I couldn't have gotten anything right, she thought worriedly. Even though Julia aced practically every pop quiz and writing assignment, this was an exam. The test of all tests. She couldn't bear to see her results.
“Hey,” Timothy said, sitting down. He looked excited, and looked at her papers. “What did you get?”
Julia stared forward. “I don't know- I can't look at it.”
Timothy knitted his eyebrows. “Let me just-” he peeked under the top page and raised his eyebrows. The tiniest of a grin turned up one his lips, and he eyes looked relieved.
…Grant, Graham…Ramsay, James…
“I mean- it doesn't hurt to see…” he implied. “You did your best.” He maintained an ameteur poker face.
It was Julia's turn to raise her eyebrows. “What if it's bad? I'd rather be swallowed by a whale than know I did badly.”
Timothy chuckled. "Just look. I promise it's not bad."
He flipped the page over halfway and looked at Julia. She eyed him apprehensively, squinting her eyes.
…Zimmer, Ivan.
The page flew open. Her score, One hundred percent, written in neat handwriting.
“Yes!” Julia exclaimed in whisper, throwing her hands in the air, high-fiving Timothy. “Wow, this is amazing!”
“You did it,” Timothy said, displaying silent cheering. “I knew you could.”
Julia smiled appreciatively. “What did you get?” she asked.
Timothy's face fell quick. “Oh, well…”
“What?” Julia scrambled for his result papers, looking at them. Immediately she looked back up. “Timothy!”
He smiled again.
“You trickster,” she laughed.
In red ink: One hundred percent.

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Dear Future Raya,
Know that you're loved, in good hands, and in your perfect place. Keep reaching for the stars, and go even further! Here are a few things to spark your memory: the ultimate warm-up, jj, sandwiches, eating at 10, bus rides, away games, bathroom runs, back pain, parades, enchiladas, the cadence, covering down.
All about the looks! Past Raya (this means start of November!) has mid length hair with freshly cut curtain bangs. Remember I did it a few days ago on the go without permission, haha. On your left wrist are three hair ties, the red bracelet from summer camp ‘22, and a red Chinese knot bracelet. On your right wrist is a round hair tie, a regular one, a thick tan glittery sparkly hair tie for show, and the blue and white bracelet from summer camp ’23. You haven't worn anklets for a long time. You've also been wearing black a lot since it's Halloween.
Your costume was Dark Rey from Star Wars, but someone on the streets mistook you for Kylo Ren! Your sister went as classic Rey, and everyone knew who she was of course. Your sister went as the Mandolorian, with way too many things hanging from his outfit! There were many houses you went to, so much candy, and big bars of chocolate and Starburst.
At senior jazz today you ate two of those Starburst: a red one and orange. They tasted like the flavors orange and strawberry, which are pretty probable. In one of the songs you have a lot of piano stuff, solos around every corner in Count Basie style. Light and airy.
From Olivia's GUTS album, your favorites are all-american b, balled of a homeschooled girl, and teenage dream. You're starting to like love is embarrassing more as well! The others you're not so crazy about. SOUR is still amazing!
You're attempting to learn drumset to sit in sometimes in the middle school jazz band. It's going okay, but you haven't had enough time to practice! On the other hand, your snare progress is progressing a lot! Your practices before marching rehearsals are so helpful and fun.
You're doing amazing.
~ Raya <3

dailies

nov 2.

dear future self,
should you ever find yourself stumbling across this letter, you should go do your homework. it's crucial to your future, don't you think? if you discover this on one of those rare occasions when you've actually finished your work, continue reading. this is a rather silly (you never liked the word silly. it was just a bit too silly for you) opening to a letter. i hope you will forgive me.
how are you? i, of course, hope that you're doing well. doing well, in fact, is a somewhat vague phrase; i will not specify because i am feeling rather fatigued at the moment.
i am doing alright at the moment, although i am in the presence of severe disagreements between two of your colleagues. i say colleague for lack of a better word. or dare i say, want of a better word. i am looking forward to this month of november, as there are some interesting (i would even say fun) things happening during. school is fine, although i would prefer companionship; it was rather difficult being a new student without any friends.
i do hope you're having a pleasant life at the moment. is your education going well? i would be rather disappointed if you had a gpa of less than 4.0. of course, my expectations may change in the future, although i hope it will not lower. you were always a vaguely ambitious person.
in the case that you are not having the best day, i offer my condolences and hopes that it will improve. things always get better, am i right?
(not always, i don't think. but it is good to have an optimistic outlook, no?)
currently, the song “clean” by taylor swift is taking residence in my brain. specifically, the line “i screamed so loud but no one heard a thing”. do you still like taylor swift? what about boywithuke? i'd be rather upset if you do not, for the latter. what about other things? what books do you like? what subjects do you like? do you have friends? there are many things i'd like to know about you.
you may have noticed the pretentious tone of this letter; fear not, you were not actually intelligent and smart-sounding during your early years. this is just your younger self attempting to seem better than what you actually were. however, your (former self's) purpose has been revealed, so that wouldn't really work, would it?
(writing semi-formally, surprisingly, comes fairly naturally to me; do you remember?)
regards
(you always ended your emails with regards. do you do that still?)
misty (known to some as mistake)

weeklies

week one

part one
song: eyes open
“close your eyes”, he says.
why? you ask.
“i don't want you to see what's going to happen.” his freezing hand slips over your eyes.
there's a sickening sound. you try not to think. you're afraid what you're thinking is right.
his hand falls away from your face. you try to catch a glimpse of the blurry figure lying there in the red (fruit juice?), but he ushers you away.
are we playing soldiers? you ask. your breath comes out in puffs of smoke. he doesn't answer for a long time.
“yes, we're playing soldiers.”
are we winning?
“i hope we are.”
you hope for a lot of things, but you don't really know if it's enough.
you stumble along as he treads through the snow. (he's walking faster than usual. he usually slows down to let you catch up.)
are we really playing soldiers?
“we are,” his voice is so soft you wonder if the wind will blow it away. you also wonder if he believes what he's saying.
where are we going?
“people are waiting.”
are they coming to get us? you don't understand.
“no,” he turns to you and crouches down. (you think it's kind of stupid. you're only five inches or so shorter than him.) “no one's coming to save us now.”

part two
name: chris t.
gender: male
age: 15
sexuality: heteroromantic, asexual
species: human, part robotic engine
ethnicity: waisan
physical: 5'8, black hair, brown eyes, average build, strong
socioeconomic status: middle class
education: finished high school
birthday: june 13th, 3014
family: alive mother, unknown father, alive younger sister
hobbies: reading, stamp collecting, archery
skills: fighting, agility
weaknesses: persuasion, endurance
fears: loss of friends and family, pain
alignment: lawful neutral
moral: morally gray, tries to be a good person + understandable reason
wants: survival, security, domesticity, happiness, companionship
languages spoken: english, robot language frfr
personality: logical, caring, protective, careful, cynical, untrusting, empathetic, insincere, distant, introverted

part three

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❝ You wander aimlessly through the greenhouse when you spot Dawn in the back corner.
You move closer and see that she's watering a plot of sprouts. Seeing you, she waves you over, Hello! Nice to see you again.
She gestures towards the tiny plants. These are my sprouts. Each one is unique and takes a lot of love and care.
She pulls a journal out of her bag and hands it to you. I record each one in here. Feel free to read, you might enjoy it! ❞

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ʚ ────── ʚ ⋅ Writing Comp ⋅ ɞ ───── ɞ
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ʚ ────── ʚ ⋅ Word Wars ⋅ ɞ ───── ɞ
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Dear Marbles,

Hello. Has things being going well at your place? If you wonder who I am, I am you. To be simple, I am your past self, writing to you this letter. Regarding how I done this does not matter, for I am very sure you knew that my friends helped me out in this matter but that's not the point of my writing. I know you are confused. Confused that which part of the past I am. I am the past of you at the start of the session in SWC November 2023. And I am here to ask you a few questions that are bugging me in my mind. What had I achieved? What had I failed? Which of the things I had desired had come true or not? I am not even sure if you will receive this letter, considering if I am still living in this world. But hopefully you will reply me questions you have the answer to. Did I achieved my sole purpose of joining SWC this session? Did I managed to snag a prize in the writing competition? Or at least an honorable mention? Or being able to have my writing shown in the results of the writing competition? This is my primary question. Still I have many to ask about my life jot in SWC, but in real life too. How's it been? How is my family? Had my relations with them finally mended together or shattered apart into countless glass pieces? I will have infinite questions to ask that it seemed impossible to answer all of it. Before I stop, I have to know, how's your state of health? Physical, mental, and emotional, all of it. Besides, if you are down with any of these, try joining TAG X. Remember animating helps to cheer you up. Hopefully we can win the competition of animating and writing. You are the only one who can answer me. So do not give up hope and continue to strive forward. Lastly I would like to give you a piece of advice: Do not continue living in your misery, instead try to view the positive side of this amazing world.

Your Past Self,
Marbles

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⚓︎┊NOVEMBER 2 DAILY
✦ “Welcome to the second daily of this session! Hope you're enjoying discovering what your cabin and storyline look like. In this activity, you'll be writing a letter to your future self. Mention any goals you have for this month, maybe talk about a writing project of yours? Anything you want to include is great :) We'll be opening these letters near the end of the session.”

⚓︎┊AUTHOR'S NOTES
✦ word count: 604
✦ this is probably a bit scattered, but that's alright !!

Hey future self!

How are you doing? I hope you're drinking lots of water and doing your homework. Make sure to return any possible school notes as well. If you're procrastinating on something, get up and just do it. You'll save yourself a lot of time later. If you haven't updated your to-do list in a while, maybe it's the time to do so.

These were my goals for this November's session:
1. Be at least somewhat close to completing NaNoWriMo.
2. Do more dailies than last session.
3. Balance work and writing.

Have you completed them? I hope you have.

How's my NaNoWriMo project going? Have you reached your word count goal yet? Did you make any exciting plot discoveries? Are you proud of your work or regretting ever having written it? Currently, by the time I'm writing this, I have around 1,000 words. How far did you make it?

Don't beat yourself up if you haven't achieved any goals. At the end of the day, as long as you're breathing, existing, and at least trying to some degree, you're doing a-ok. Don't stress about any awkward interactions you may have had too. Conversations can be difficult, it's alright.

I'm writing this after coming home from school on a Tuesday afternoon. I'm listening to a playlist right now, so that might slightly affect my writing style and what I say haha. The playlist is themed on stars and galaxies. Do you still enjoy learning about space?

My media interests while I'm writing this are Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure, Six Minutes and Cookie Run. Do you still like watching, listening and playing those things? Or have you found other interests that you enjoy? I wonder what those interests are. I hope the interests make you feel happy! If not, maybe it's time to search around for something new.

By the time you're reading this, Christmas is soon. Are you excited? Have you given that list to your parents yet? What books do you think you'll receive? Will there be any visitors?

How's your social life going? Do you still shy away or are you more confident? Have you made any new friends? Friends are the people you choose to surround yourself with. Remember, it's okay to say “no” if something makes you uncomfortable. If someone says they don't mind or it's okay, they're likely telling the truth. You don't have to worry a lot.

Let me tell you a little something I learned today, in case you forgot it.

There are some things you can't control. Where you are, how other people react to you, what other people do, how things work, some of your emotions, the past and the future. It's okay. You don't need to try to take control of them. Just try letting go. It may be hard and it probably won't happen overnight, but just try. There are things that you can control, like most of your emotions, how you react to things, the decisions you make and the present. Don't fret about what happened or what will happen. When the time comes, you'll probably figure something out. You're smart. But for now, focus on the present. The present is all you have.

You might not have needed all these words I'm saying. You could be doing just fine, and that's great! Maybe you're mostly doing okay but you needed a positivity boost. Whatever happens, you'll be there to help yourself. You'll be there to tell yourself that everything is alright. You'll be there to be the friend that yourself needs.

Your emotions are valid.

Best wishes,
Your Past Self

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