Daily 27

Head on over to google translate and switch up the lyrics of a song of your choice. Once they are completely different, and probably silly, write a 300 word story inspired by your new words!

Translated lyrics:
6 The first row has arrived.
I bought 5 of them.
I have a lot of work to do.
possible
Me and my other classmates
We have a team and we are working on it.
Jimmy and Judah.
He couldn't catch it.
But look
sometimes always
But I can do my job.
Well, I want to talk about it
Today is the happiest day of my life.

Notes: Original song name stuck at the very end for funsies! I feel like line 7 is a dead giveaway, but enjoy guessing anyway XD
I have no idea what's going on here, by the way.

Word count: 311 words

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“The first row is in!” she yells. “Get ‘em before they’re gone!”

I rush across the ground, my skinny elbows finally put to good use. Today, I am on a mission. I may not always do my job, but there are always exceptions. I am going to get those if it’s the last thing I do.

With a war cry, I leap the last few feet. I manage to snag five. The last one is unfortunately conquered by another, but I laugh hysterically all the same. Five. I hug them to myself, cackling madly. I have accomplished what Jimmy couldn’t. I haven’t missed a single one.

“Alright, that’s enough,” I hear someone say. Someone tugs me up and heralds me over to the cash counter.

I hand over the credit card Jimmy gave me. His instructions were “spare no expense” and I intend to follow every word. There’s still a lot of work for me to do, but at least now I know it’s possible.

“So, did you get them?” my dad asks as I’m escorted to the car. Evidently, I’m far too important to be left unsupervised anymore. It totally wasn’t my unhinged behavior from feeling too happy. No sirree.

The store employee side-eyes me as I nod rapidly in lieu of a response to my father.

“Alright, then,” he says. “Remind me why we’ve woken up at the crack of dawn to get here.”

“It’s just something me and my classmates are working on,” I say airily. “Group project.”

“I see,” he says, clearly not seeing. I let it slide. “Is it with that friend of yours—what was their name? Jody?”

“Judah,” I correct. “Plus Jimmy from 405. You know us, we’re a team.”

“Whatever you say,” he replies warily, clearly concerned for my sanity. I don’t mind too much. This is the happiest day of my life.

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Original song's name is Summer of ‘69 by Bryan Adams! Very iconic, go check it out if by some miracle you haven’t heard of it.

Daily 28

If you've ever wondered what happened to Cinderella's mice after the ball, or what happened to Oz after Dorothy left, now's your chance to continue the story and find out! Write 500 words playing off a familiar fairytale or children's classic for 400 points

Notes: I realized WAY too late I was supposed to do an after-the-story piece instead of a retelling. I think I was halfway through this by the time I re-read the prompt sobbing.

Word count: 516 words

WARNINGS: Lots of discussions of sentient, anthropomorphic animals eating other sentient, anthropomorphic animals which could potentially get a little uncomfortable? Apart from that, the main character's absolutely famished and there are mentions of him not having eaten in days and I think that could trigger some people so…?
Good heavens I'm terrible at this. Proceed with caution if you're easily triggered?

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The Big Bad Wolf was having a terrible, horrible, very bad, no-good day. The stores are all out of steaks. There’s not a single meal in sight. He’s starving. He’s ravenous. He’s going to go on a rampage, by this point. What to do, what to do? He needs food. He needs it NOW. A Big Bad Wolf of his size needs some nourishment, especially at his age! He prowls along, muttering angrily. There might’ve been a snarl. There might’ve been a few growls. There was most definitely a murderous look in his eyes. With his fur sticking up and his temper at an all-time high, he looks absolutely terrifying. It wasn’t even the imminent danger so much as the suggestion of it. Oh, sure, the wolf could kill you if he tried. The question is: will he?

You need to understand the kind of dread he radiated. Imagine standing on the edge of a cliff. There’s someone behind you. You know there’s someone behind you, you can hear their footsteps speeding up and the thing is there’s a crossroads to the cliff so you know full well this person could take the other road, but what if they take yours? The path isn’t nearly wide enough for you to run back, and you know they’re going to make a turn by the time they’ve turned around. The suspense is enough to stop you cold.

You can understand, then, why the first little Piggie fainted dead away at the very sight of the Big Bad Wolf.

The Wolf, of course, was delighted at the sight. A whole pig to eat, and he didn’t even have to slaughter it since it was already dead! He could hardly be put on trial for eating it, could he? Now while we know the pig was only unconscious and not actually dead, the wolf was really too hungry to check. You can’t really blame him. How unhinged do you get when you haven’t had one square meal, hmm?

So, he gobbled up the poor little pig. Had the Wolf been in his right mind, he would’ve regretted the action. Disgusted by it, even. Alas!

Now, fortunately, (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it), the second little Piggie saw this horrifying sight and immediately fainted dead away. The three Piggie brothers weren’t really of the bold-hearted sort.

By the time the wolf reached the third Piggie’s house and was rocketed out of the chimney (yeah, he went along with the third Piggie’s whole song and dance. In his defense, he was hungry), his terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day had cooled of somewhat. ‘At least,’ he thought, ‘I have some food in my stomach. It’s much better than going hungry another week. Besides, eating too much might make me sick, considering the fact I haven’t eaten much at all for a while.”

So, with his appetite subsided for the time being, the Big Bad Wolf picked himself up and dusted himself off and headed towards the forest.

My, was that a little girl wearing a red hood he saw?

Daily 29

Hello, writers! Today, we’re writing prologues! Find a story with the beginning written, then write the prologue for it.(…) Write 350 words to earn 400 points for your cabin

Notes: Help I think I'm getting too attached to a story that I've already written and works well enough as it is. Next thing I know I'm going to have so many terrible unwanted spin-offs :sob:

Word count: 352 words

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“What’s a new year’s resholushun?” she asks, stumbling across the unfamiliar word and accidentally blurring the syllables together.

“It’s a list of things you want to do next year!” says mom. “You write it down on a piece of paper with checkboxes in the front. Then, if you complete the goal, then it crosses itself our!”

“Really?” she gasps.

“Yes, really!” mama laughs. “We do it every year. Even Jamie has a list,” she says.

“Jamie! Can I see your list?”

“No, Jenna. Now shove off,” he grumbles.

“Jamie, be nice to your sister,” mama says sternly.

“Okay. Shove off!” he says cheerfully with a wide smile across his face.

“Oh, pretty please? With ice cream and sprinkles on top?”

“I said no, Jenna!”

“I’ll do your chores!”

“Nice try. I can do my own chores.”

“…I won’t go in your room anymore?”

“Forever?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“…two weeks.”

“Deal,” he says, handing over his list. It only has three items on it.

“Woah,” says Jenna, awed despite how short it is. “Are you really going to become baseball captain?”

“I mean, I’m going to try, but yeah!” he says.

“I wanna be baseball captain too! Can I put that on my list?”

“Maybe a few years later when you actually have a shot. You should write something that you really want to do, but also something that you think you actually can do.”

Jenna mulls this over. What’s something she really wants to do, but still something that she can actually do?

The idea comes to her in a burst of inspiration. “I know what my resholushun’s going to be! Quick, gimme some paper!” she yells excitedly.

“Woah, slow down there, trooper,” mom laughs, handing her a sheet of paper with a pencil. Jenna snatches it and scribbles something, showing it proudly to Jamie. He laughs. “That’s a great goal, Jenna!”

She preens under his approval. “But…there’s only one thing on it. Is that okay?” she asks, worried.

“Of course it is! You can do whatever you want, Jen,” Jamie says, and she believes it. Because he said so.

Weekly #4

Notes: Posting this as I go to minimize the amount of time I take lol. NO JUDGEMENT I've been speedrunning this weekly REALLY hard and my writing comp entry is nowhere near finished plus I'm also very short so you can imagine the kind of stress I'm under :>
HUGE shoutout to Snowy (@SnowdropSugar), who offered to critique this piece last-minute. My number one cheerleader mwah <3

DISCLAIMER: Like part 1 will tell you, since I accidentally NBC Hannibal'd my story (I was having a phase don't judge), this entire weekly will contain offhand mentions of serial killings, blood and murder. There's no actual gore because I'm squeamish but also terrible at plot-based stories, but still, read at your own risk.

Total word count: 1602 words

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Part 1: Outlining

Word count: 217 words

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• The story is essentially a rip-off of my knowledge of NBC Hannibal, all gleaned from fandom chatter, because I’m creative like that.
  
  
• The story is also a retelling of the myth of Psyche and Eros because again, I’m creative like that.
  
  
• No cannibalism, though. Sorry. I know it’s literally the whole point of Hannibal, but I’m too squeamish for that. Plus, I need some originality.
  
  
• Story starts with Psyche being yeeted into the Killer Cupid Case. (No, that’s not its actual name, because nobody knows it’s a ploy to woo her yet.) This is done by her (now ex) boss, who essentially plays the role of the oracle here. Say wacky stuff and watch the drama unfold. #Goals.
  
  
• I have no idea what Psyche actually does, by the way. I’m too lazy to properly research. Just assume that she’s a detective of sorts.
  
  
• Eros is a chill, goofy dude. Yeah, he’s a murderer, but so blorbo!!!
  
  
• Psyche’s quest order is jumbled up here for convenience. She first goes to Demeter and Hera for guidance, then there’s Persephone, then Boreas. After that, there’s the fiasco with her sister. Venus is last on the list, who leads her to Eros.
  
  
• Also, I’m hoping to switch up everyone’s names for funsies. I mean, who calls their kid Boreas anymore anyway?
  
  

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Part 2

Notes: This is right about the part where I went “screw it, they're lesbians.” This is because while Enid very conveniently means “soul” (like Psyche), I couldn't find anything that fit Eros except scrambling up the letters to make Rose. Bask in my big-brained glory.

Word count: 139 words

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Enid stares out the window at the bloodied mess on the field.

“I’m sorry,” she says, because she really is, “I wasn’t aware I was going to be dealing with a psychopath.”

“Not a psychopath, miss,” says the girl next to her cheerfully. “A serial killer.”

“Ah, of course. What an important difference. My apologies. Not, a psychopath, a straight-up serial killer! How could I ever mix them up like that?”

She might be sounding a little hysterical. She doesn’t care. This is way above her pay grade. It's too close to home.

“Hey, take a breath now,” the girl says. Rose. Her name’s Rose. She gives her a grin. “I’ll help you out, yeah?”

Doubtful, but Enid could do with all the help she can get. She nods. “That’d be nice,” she says, and that seals her fate.


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Part 3

Notes: Great Scott, what is this 1k+ monstrosity I've created?

Now, heads up: this is obviously very different from my original outline. There are references to it here and there but speedrunning means all sorts of things are thrown out the window. There is now referenced cannibalism, mostly played off for slapstick comedy points. Demeter is now Cress because Demeter = Ceres = Cress. Similarly, Hera is now June Marie (Juno, marriage but French). Boreas is North because if Kanye West can name his kid North West then I can name my Boreas reference North. Aphrodite is Venus because that's where I started losing steam. Persephone's her sister because plot convenience. Also if someone's naming their daughter Venus then it's not unreasonable for their other kid to be Persephone. I'm never writing plot again. You're only getting fluff out of me now.

Story stew points included (I tried): An open ending, cliffhanger, genre swap, (bad) foreshadowing, (unwarranted) POV switch, (poorly written) plot twist.

Word count: 1246 words

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“Right,” says Enid. “Where were you on the evening of Saturday, the 25th of October?”

“I was home gardening, getting the pumpkins ready for Halloween.”

“Rose?”

“She’s telling the truth,” she says from the doorway.

Cress shoots her a glare. “And why are you here?”

“I’m helping her out,” says Rose, jerking a thumb at Enid.

Cress smiles viciously at that. “Won’t your mother be expecting you?” she says sweetly.

“You two know each other?” asks Enid, surprised.

“That’s unimportant,” says Rose. “I think we’ve got all our information here, Enid, let’s go.” And with that, she’s dragging Enid towards the door.

“I’d keep an eye out for her if I were you,” calls Cress behind them. “Wouldn’t want your beloved to be next, would we now?”

To Enid’s surprise, this causes Rose to blush fiercely. “That’s none of your business,” she snaps.

“What,” growls Enid, losing her patience, “exactly is going on over here?”

“Nothing!” say Rose and Cress together.

“Now come on, Miriam’s missing liver isn’t going to find itself! Let’s go,” says Rose more insistently, tugging at Enid’s arm.

There really isn’t much else she can say in the face of Rose’s manhandling, so Enid shrugs apologetically at Cress before they make their way back to the car.

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“What was that about?”

“I’m telling you; it was nothing. Who’s our next suspect?”

“It says June Marie, Miriam’s neighbour.”

“Oh, for the love of—”

“What, you know her too?”

“Let’s just say she’s a family acquaintance. She’s horrible. Can we skip her?”

“Rose, she was literally five minutes away from the scene of the crime.”

“UGHHH, fine.”

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“Hi! I’m Enid, we’re investigating your neighbour’s murder. Could we come in and ask a few questions?” says Enid far too cheerfully for someone who’s talking about a serial killer.

June Marie is the I-could-kill-you-with-my-eyebrow, drop-dead gorgeous sort of woman that looks like she was born to rule the world. She looks Enid and Rose over once. And then she says “No,” and slams the door in their face.

Rose bangs her fist on the door. “June, you’d better answer these questions or I’m siccing North on you.”

June opens the door with a huff. Enid gapes at Rose, who smiles smugly. “Enid, would you do the honors?”

Enid snaps her mouth shut. “Right. Sorry. Where were you on the evening of Saturday, the 25th of October?”

“None of your concern,” says June airily.

Enid tries a different tactic. “Were you particularly close with Miriam?”

“That’s neither here nor there,” she replies infuriatingly. If she weren’t so beautiful, Enid would’ve been drawing blood.

“Look, I just need your statement so I can verify that you weren’t involved in the murder. Otherwise, we’re going to have to bring you into custody,” Enid says through gritted teeth.

June gives her a long look at that. “I like her,” she declares. “You’ve got good taste,” she tells Rose, who blushes angrily again. She really does look pretty like that, muses Enid.

“You should start looking a little closer to home,” June advises Enid. “Good luck on your case!”

And with that, she slams the door in their face again. Another dead end.

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“Well, I suppose that’s it for today.”

“I guess. What did she mean by looking closer to home?”

“June’s just like that. Vague and holier-than-thou. She thinks she’s better than everybody.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Like I said, family friend. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“…see you tomorrow. And Rose?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for all your help. You didn’t have to run around chasing bad leads with me all these months.”

“Hey, none of that now, okay? I like spending time with you. I know it seems impossible, but we’ll solve this case, okay?”

“Okay.”

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Two days later, there’s another murder. The body’s presented just like the last few victims. Decorated with roses and pink ribbons, with a missing organ. It’s the kidney this time.

It’s Enid’s ex-boss. The one who assigned her to the case. The one who’s dead now.

She leans against Rose, who wraps an arm around her waist.

“Don’t worry,” says Rose. “We’ll find them.”

Enid hums noncommittally. She was never fond of the man anyway. A shame he had to go, though.

“How many do we have so far?”

“Seven, including him.”

“Any suspects?”

“Just one,” says Rose slowly. “Calls herself Persephone.”

Enid shudders. “Like the goddess of death? Fitting.”

And then the world goes black.

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Despite what the underworld thinks, Venus isn’t completely heartless. Just look at how well she treats Rose even after she disobeyed direct orders.

She calls North. “Go tell my sister I’m sending Rose’s pet to visit. I’m expecting all the usual results.”

He nods once and sets off to do his job.

“Oh, and North?” she calls, stopping him in his tracks. “That girl, what was her name? Enid? Did you notify her of our meeting?”

He nods again. “Scheduled at one tomorrow,” he rasps.

“Drive me there, will you?”

She’s curious to see who her daughter’s thrown her lot in with.

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“Enid? Are you alright?”

“Fine, I’m fine. What happened?”

“North knocked you out. You were going to be kidnapped before I stopped him.”

“What?”

“It’s my mother’s fault! I told her to leave you alone but— but—”

“Hey, it’s okay! Calm down, Rose.”

“You don’t know what she’s like, Enid.”

“Then tell me.”

“It’s not that easy, I—”

“Shh. One step at a time. Maybe we should get rid of grumpyface here.”

“That’s North.”

“Weird name.”

“It’s not his real one. Mother sent him to arrange a meeting.”

“Weird family.”

“Quit joking around, this is serious. I need to tell you something.”

“…yeah. I think I need to tell you something too.”

“I have a crush on you—”

“I know you’re behind the murders—”

“Wait.”

“What.”

“You know about the murders?”

“You have a crush on me?”

“That’s not important!”

“You literally, explicitly said it was important. You said it like it was life-or-death.”

“That’s not my fault! My mom sent a hit out on you, and I refused because well. I liked you.”

“Awww. Is that why you killed my boss?”

“You told me you didn’t like him. I thought you’d appreciate it. I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be, it’s good riddance.”

“Either way, now my mom wants to meet you—”

“That’s okay. I can handle myself.”

“Enid—”

“Rose. I can handle myself.”

“…I don’t like this.”

“It’s the only way she’ll leave us alone.”

“…okay.”

“Okay.”

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Enid fidgets nervously while Venus takes a bite of her meal, chewing slowly. It’s always nerve-wracking when you’re trying to get your girlfriend’s mom’s approval.

“You wanted to meet me?” she asks.

“I did,” says Venus simply. “Now, I think I’ll make myself very clear. Rose has a very important job. You’re the first she refused. In our line of work, it’s weak. And I simply cannot have any weaknesses. So, you need to prove to me that you’re worth keeping alive.”

Enid grins at that, dropping all pretenses. “Where do you think Miriam’s liver went?” she says with a pointed glance at Venus’ plate.

Venus’ fork falls with a clatter. “You didn’t,” she says, horrified.

“I did,” shrugs Enid, taking a bite of her own dish. Kidney pie is surprisingly good when it's made of your ex-boss.

“You’re sick.”

“And your daughter’s a serial killer. Your point?”

The silence stretches out.

So much for first impressions.

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Critique for @SnowdropSugar

You can find her brilliant piece here

Snowy I'm so sorry it took me this long anyway I love your work so much I'm like your biggest fan etc. etc. etc.

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LOVED your opening line it's very impactful, descriptive and sets the scene right from the get go.

With every breath that passes, in and out, so shallow they hardly draw air through her lips, she exhales a little bit more hope, draining herself of it until there is almost nothing left.

This sentence here feels a little long winded. I think there's too many commas with tangential commentary in between which breaks up the flow a little, so I'd recommend splitting this into two sentences or mult iple short ones. The bit about exhaling hope until there's none left makes me go absolutely feral, though, so you'd better keep that in >:0

I feel like the same thing pops up in a few other places places throughout your piece—some of your sentences feel like they don't have enough breaks, which ultimately disrupts the reading flow. Off the top of my head, this includes the sentence immediately after the one quoted above, the description of the marble fireplace and the first paragraph of the part where she breaks down.

But instead, the picture of her hometown, rubble dusted in black and gray, and the west sun and giant clouds are captioned with something entirely different.

Probably just me being nit-picky here, but I think “westward sun” is a better phrase here. Again, lots of commas, but I think they work fine here ^^'

She’s not hoping for the place she loved and knew to remain the way she has tried to preserve it in her memory. Not anymore. She’s only hoping that she’ll be able to recognize the ashes.

Absolutely unhinged of you to write this I love it oh my gosh that hits hard >:0

As she runs a careful finger over the once-pretty gilded edges of the notebook, she remembers the chorus that she’s kept close to her for ages.
You’re a ghost now. If they can’t find you, you’ll survive.

I think this line would've had more impact if it was referenced throughout the piece, but here it just seems to fall a little flat?
Either way, I still think it's pretty neat. I'd recommend italicizing the chorus, though XD

Ahhhh I'm not really sure what else to say!! I think your story was absolutely amazing, and the way you use your language is just *chefs kiss*. There's so much emotion that really shines through and the tone is very *clenches fist in vague hopes that it conveys all my feels*. I don't think there's much else you could do to make it better, really. It's pretty close to perfect just the way it is ^^

Thank You Notes!

Good heavens this took me AGES to write. I'm just absolutely terrible at expressing my gratitude in words. To all of SWC: thank you so much for being a beautiful, beautiful community. I'm so glad I know all you wonderful people. I can't wait to see everyone next session.

The Poetry leader team
Dearly beloved forever and always, etc. etc. etc.

Summer: Where do I even start. Thank you so much for taking a chance for me and extending that offer to join Poetry. This session has been nothing short of amazing. Thank you so much for being patient with me and just cheering me on in general. I love your chaos and I’m so grateful that you put up with all of mine. Pietry and the court jester would be nothing without you. Your enthusiasm is a wonder to behold. Working with you has been a blast—you make everything so gosh darn fun and I mean this in the best way possible, but you are such a menace <3 I really hope I’ll see you around. Maybe I’ll pop up on your profile with ominous-sounding messages for the heck of it. I am forever grateful that I got to meet you.

Sophia: I don’t know how I’m going to condense everything into words. I’ve had so much fun creating something as beautiful as Poetry with you this session. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but you just have such excellent, impeccable taste (and I’m not just talking about Taylor Swift here! I would kill to learn your graphic design skills >:0) I think the saddest part of the session ending is that I don’t really have much of an excuse to pop up unwarranted on your profile anymore XD (not that I’m giving that up entirely, you can fully expect to be jumpscared). Thanks for all your hard work on the grove, and for being such an amazing coleader in general <3

My darling campers
All in alphabetical order!!

Alex: Alex!!! I think you were pretty busy this session, but I’m so glad you were able to participate anyway. I applaud you for having quite possibly the healthiest sleep schedule out of all the poets—I vividly remember adding flowers for sleep under your name the most XD And I’ve never said this before, but I absolutely LOVE your username. I really hope you enjoyed your time in Poetry with us!

Arrow: Arrow! Again, I don’t think I actually had a proper conversation with you at all this session, which is really a downright shame. I remember your Sophia the First/Duolingo pfp from the early days, and it made such an impression on me that I still associate you with that XD Thank you for being a part of Poetry, and I hope to see you around more!!

Hail: Hail!! You and your army of 19 cats that you can summon at will are certainly a force to be reckoned with XD It's been such a pleasure having you around in Poetry this session. I wish we'd interacted more. Maybe we will, in future sessions. I sure hope to see you around ;D

Misty: MISTY!! We haven’t talked much, but I feel like you and I would get along very well. I mean, we do share a good chunk of fandoms and I’m a firm believer of the fact that anyone who likes Inception has excellent taste. I’m not sure why it never fully occurred to me you were Sandy’s sister until very recently, but there you have it all the same. I look forward to seeing you around in future sessions and maybe getting to know you better sometime. Thank you for being a part of Poetry! ^^

Ris: Ris!! Having you around has been amazing. I feel obliged to say this (and I really am very sorry about it) but I think I spent the first few days of this session confusing you with Eevee. Still, I’m so glad you were sorted into Poetry. Your enthusiasm during cabin wars was certainly infectious XD Still can’t believe you kicked a sibling into a wall hard enough to give them stitches, though. Can’t wait to get to know you better in SRC! ;D

Ruby: Ruby!! It's been such a joy, seeing you around in Poetry. Congratulations on reaching your word goal!! I do wish we'd gotten around to talking more, but I hope you were able to enjoy your time in our cabin all the same. I look forward to seeing you around in future sessions too

Sandy: MOTHER SANDY!!! To say I shrieked when I saw your user in my camper list would be an understatement. We’ve shared a few memorable moments this session—most prominent being the one where I got your birthday wrong and embarrassed myself to no end XD I feel obliged to comment on your word count, so here it is: you are absolutely insane for raising your goal to 65k two-ish days before camp ended and then proceeding to actually hit that goal. Always slaying, never swaying (Summer's suggestion). Either way, thank you so much for being a part of Poetry!!!

Seven: Seven! Having you as a camper was an absolute honor. I think no one can match you for your sheer enthusiasm. I loved how you were always cheering everyone on and just being a bright spot in our little cabin bunch. Cabin wars wouldn't have been half as fun without you. I really, really hope to see you around in future sessions!! Until then, feel free to drop me a message, maybe. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for being a part of Poetry.

Squidy: SQUIDY YOU LITTLE GREMLIN gosh I’m so happy you were sorted into my cabin!! I absolutely LOVE your haikus—I feel like they just keep on getting better and better. And of course, we must acknowledge your ultimate contribution to our beloved cabin: MAGICAL SEQUOIA GROWTH. And congratulations on reaching your word goal!! I know you worked really hard on that towards the end of the session. Thank you so much for being a part of Poetry—and I look forward to seeing you around in the future ;D

Veni: Veniiiii I know I've said it before but your art is so!!! pretty!!!!! Thank you for all your contribution towards cabin wars—they wouldn't have been half as fun or nearly the same without you. And I still remember your answer for the no ‘e’ QOTD—every day it continues to be awe-inspiring. I hope you enjoyed being a part of Poetry this session. You're an absolutely amazing person, and I look forward to seeing you around! ;D

Vi: VI!!! FELLOW PRIDE AND PREJUDICE LOVER!!!! Excellently boiled potatoes indeed. Also, I haven't ever mentioned this before but I absolutely LOVE how neat your writing thread is. And your writing in general, actually. I really enjoyed seeing you around! I hope you were able to enjoy being a part of our cabin. I hope we'll get around to talking more sometime. Feel free to pop onto my profile and talk about Jane Austen's brilliance anytime ;D

Vie: Vie!!! I think you were one of the first few campers to arrive when we sent out invites?? Either way, having you around has been an absolute blast. I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I absolutely LOVED your poems in the garden. I hope you enjoyed being a part of our cabin, and I hope to see you around in future sessions too!!

Aiyana, El, Eva, Scarlette, Star, Feather: I haven’t talked to most of you much this session but thank you for being a part of Poetry nonetheless! I hope you were able to enjoy your time with us. I’ve always enjoyed seeing you around every time you popped in to add words or drop a random comment in the main cabin. Poetry wouldn’t be nearly the same without you lot.

Others
No less important than the rest

Elfie: My bro, my main man, my rock. What would I ever do without you? Thank you so much for always being there for me and always cheering me on. Especially during the boards—they wouldn't have been half as easy as they ended up being if you weren't there to support me. Thank you for always popping in to check up on me and nagging me to get some sleep. Thank you for a million little other things. Never stop being the absolutely delightful soul that you are. I love ya <3

May: May!!!! I am SO glad we've finally broken our unspoken tradition of always orbiting each other but never actually talking during SWC XD You're such a sweet, delightful soul. And your writing is nothing short of glorious. I always feel so honored to read it. Best of luck on your writing competition entry, and perhaps just about everything else you do in life as well! Ahhh I'm running out of words now. NO MOURNERS NO FUNERALS.

Snowy: Looks like I've ended up saving the best for the last!! Snowy you are such a kind, brilliant friend. If I haven't told you that before then I'm telling you now. I can't believe I got so lucky that the stars aligned for us to reach across to each other through computer pixels. I love our little Antarctica colony. I love every single conversation we have, whether it's about books or music or just life in general. Ahhhh I had so many other things I planned to say, but I can't remember any of them now!! To wrap this up, I'll just say this: always remember your auntie Recca loves you. Mwah <3

SWC (Co)Leader App Excerpt

Notes: Taken from an old daily from last session. Link to go back to my app here

Word count: 311 words

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Let’s play a little game, you and I.

When we fight on Tuesday, we won’t talk to each other. Then, on a post-it note, I’ll scribble it out: Raindrops splashing. Crackling fire. A warm mug in my hand. All it’s missing is you. I’ll stick it on your bedroom door, and you’ll find it and fold it up and neither of us will say anything, but you’ll get your own mug and snuggle up next to me.

Maybe a week later, I’ll come home after a bad day and I won’t say anything but you’ll notice anyway. So you’ll get me a mug of coffee and on a carefully stuck post-it note you’ll write: If someone invented a time machine, I’d always go back to the moment we met. I’ll scribble on the back: No you won’t. You’d go to Hawking’s party. But I’ll smile and you’ll snort, and I’ll fold it up to keep it safe.

Five days later, you’ll lose a gig and you won’t say it bothers you but I’ll notice anyway. The next day you’ll find it folded up with your lunch: Forget Mona Lisa, you’re the real masterpiece. You’ll laugh and your day gets a little brighter.

After a breakup: All the stars in the night sky couldn’t hold a candle to your brilliance.

When I snag a win: I don’t know which I fancy better: your bravado or your brains.

Stuck onto your mirror: Lightning never strikes twice, but your smile never fails to electrify me.

What we really mean: I’m sorry. It’ll be better soon. You were right. And always, between the lines: I love you. On and on and on—all our love on yellow squares of paper. Sometimes we won’t have any for months. Sometimes we’ll do it every day. It’ll go on forever—and forever won’t be so bad after all.