Warning: This is super critical, so don't think your writing is bad.

Rushayesh wrote:

“Hellooo. How are ya?” He asked playfully, his lips in the tinge of a smile and his hand held out in a wave. “Still here, I see! We should hang out sometime soon. Also, I made this for you—I've known you for about five months so I thought it’d be perfect!”

“Hey. You good?” He asked, his eyelids drooping. He pulled out a cart, offering me a sleepy smile. He stopped at my table for a second to talk. “Ahhh, I’m so tired. How is cashier-ing going? You know— there’s someone who reminds me of you, maybe I should pay you a visit from him!”
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First off, is there supposed to be a symbol in between these two paragraphs? In the other time breaks, there is a hyphen. To make it clear these aren't the same day, make sure you add one here.

In the first paragraph, do you want to specify what he is giving her? I know you are going for vague, but if you mentioned what he made, it might make their relationship more intimate, a symbol of how close they are.

Another note; in the second paragraph, do you want to use the word table? Or was it just a replacement for lack of a better word? I get the vibe that she works at a small grocery store, so should you call it a counter? I don't know the proper word, but ‘table’ doesn't seem right.

Sometimes in your writing, words are randomly crossed out. Not even full words sometimes, just parts of two separate words. Is this on purpose? Double check the formatting around these places.

Rushayesh wrote:

sometime soon

almost || smiled.?

He isn’t here

always leave me.

He must be

visit, I’m not

I'm assuming she has a crush on Kel, simply from lots of implied subtext. But for all I know, he could just be a friend. Try to make her feelings toward Kel a bit more obvious. Is she jealous of the pink-haired girl? Does she react towards his company? Does she think about him or wait for him? What about the guy she meets at the end? Your writing has lots of actions, not thoughts, but I feel like even if you don't add more thoughts and feelings, there could be a way to make them more obvious.

Rushayesh wrote:

“You there?” Kel asked softly. I then left, I left after a moment of finding something that was never there in his brown eyes, running and hiding behind the walls of the shop I work in. A tear fell, then another, and then I was crying. Ugly, wrecking sobs escaping my throat as I quietly cried. I tried to swallow the despair, but all it did was bring tears down my pale cheeks and turn the frames of my eyes red. I suddenly felt a hand on my back, and I whipped my head up to a boy with wild blond hair and blue eyes that were shadowed in the dim light of the alley. I fumbled backwards, away from his touch.

What is happening here? I love the writing and your style, but I can't understand bits of it. It takes rereading to understand, which, in a good piece of writing, shouldn't happen. The second sentence especially. I don't have a lot of ideas for how to help this, but I did find it a recurring theme in your writing. Here is an idea:

BookHuggers2022 wrote:

“You there?” Kel asked softly. I look into his eyes, that were so familiar, finding things I didn't recognize. I need to leave. I need to leave this boy I thought I knew. And I left, running and hiding behind the walls of the shop I work in, alone with my thoughts.

I am trying to write something similar to your writing style, but feel free to edit this as much as you want.

I love your writing. The storyline, the style. It is amazing. A few overall suggestions are just try to slow down the pacing. Try to make sure the thoughts and emotions behind the words are clear. And keep writing amazing pieces!

Weekly 4: IslandSWC

Total: 3,636 words

Introduction (157 words)

“This is amazing, Sky!”
“It'd get even more amazing from here, Val!”
My 7-year-old self would be desperately thanking Sky for making her pirate dreams come true. For this year's vacation, Sky managed to rent a boat for us to explore and traverse across the popular Maza Seas. I don't know how he pulled it off, but I am extremely grateful and amazed by this vacation.
The Maza Seas were surely worth a tourist's sightseeing adventure. My heart was encapsulated by the pristine waters and clear skies the moment we set foot into its boundaries.
Even better, it was just Sky and myself. We had the entire week to ourselves to explore and to escape from the horrors and troubles of reality.
I make my way to the bow, and I extend my arms as if I was embracing the sky. I close my eyes as the wind breezes through, and I lose all sense of negativity.

Non-Fi | Writing Prompt (258 words)
Incorporate multimedia into your writing — a letter, diary entry, newspaper article, etc.

As the moon rises, I retreat into the inside of the boat. I get comfortable on my mattress before rummaging through my backpack. I pull out my diary—a leather notebook gifted to me by my dad a few years ago. Since then, I’ve used it to document highlights in my travels or events.

With a click of my pen, I begin telling my diary about the beginning of my new adventure.

Monday: July 25, 2024

Dear diary,

Mondays are usually a day of dread for me, but this is entirely different. I’m on a boat in the Maza Seas with no other than Sky! I know my younger self would be astonished (and possibly in disbelief) at the fact I am writing this on a supposedly mundane day, but it’s happening! We woke up early to get on our boat and make our way to the sea, which didn’t take too long. Nonetheless, it’s been absolutely amazing. I keep asking Sky how he pulled it off, but he’s pretty secretive about it. He probably just doesn’t want to reveal how much he spent. The vacation feels like a dream, honestly. My mind has been all over the place for the past few weeks, but this takes my mind off of everything. I wish I could be here forever, but that’s quite a statement I’m making.

Well, that’s all for now, I suppose. I’ll be sure to write a lot more once we’re back at home, and hopefully pick up a couple photos and souvenirs along the way, too!

Script | Non-Writing Prompt
Listen to a song, audiobook, or podcast

Song: Good Luck, Babe! - Sabrina Carpenter (Chappell Roan cover)
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/youtube/io0UQ74sXfw/

Sci-Fi | Writing Prompt (629 words)
Write a flashforward into your story! Does your character predict the future? Do they get a glimpse into the future somehow?

I close my diary and set it beside my mattress. Writing about the start of my vacation prompts even more excitement for the rest of the vacation!
I stare at the ceiling, smiling as I imagine how the vacation could go. We’d take pictures by the bow on my polaroid, point out constellations and stars in the night, and perhaps even catch a fish.
This would be a memorable adventure, I thought.
“Val! Let’s have dinner!” Sky calls out from the outside of the boat.
“Coming!” I reply, immediately joining Sky. He prepared a picnic blanket at the center of the boat, with an assortment of food in the center. Rose petals surround the area with lanterns. It was like a scene from Tangled, except I was the one experiencing it.
“Sky, what is this…?” I ask, slowly walking to the picnic blanket whilst taking in the environment. My eyes lit up as I saw the food. He picked out my favorites—my favorite main course, side dish, dessert, and beverage.
Sky grinned at me as he takes my hands. “Come, let’s enjoy our meal.”
We sit down on opposite ends of the blanket. We say a short prayer before eating. I was about to get my food, until he handed me a plate that was already filled with the meal.
I take the plate, repeatedly changing my gaze from Sky to the meal. It felt weird that this was happening.
“What’s going on, Sky?” I ask with a chuckle. I can’t help but smile at him and this heartwarming gesture. I could see the excitement in his face as he looks at me.
“I did the best that I could to prepare this. I figured it’d be a nice start to our evenings here at the boat. What do you think about it?”
I chuckle again. “What kind of a question is that? It’s beautiful, Sky. I really appreciate this. It’s—I don’t even know the exact word to describe it. It’s simply beyond words.”
He smiles again before taking a sip of water. We both begin eating while chatting about the scenery. It doesn’t take long before our plates and glasses are empty.
“How was the meal, babe?” Sky asks, eager to know my answer.
“It was delicious! Your cooking only gets better with each attempt, you know that.”
“Well, what would you think about this, then?”
“What?”
Sky slowly gets up and kneels on one knee. He reaches into his back pocket, revealing a small, black box.
I cup my hands to my mouth. Tears start forming on my eyes.
“Sky-”
“Ever since the day we met in the neighborhood, I knew you were special, Val. Your laugh, your smile, your charm—everything about you is perfect. Your face is the face of a strong, independent woman who knows not to give up, and that’s just a bonus. Your personality is as stunning as your appearance. Your unwavering confidence is just one of the many things I adore about you. I never thought I would even have a chance to be your friend, much more your boyfriend, but now I’m ready to take things to the next level.”
The cover of the box pops up, revealing a silver ring with a circular-shaped diamond. He puts the box back in his pocket, leaving only the ring.
“Valerie Leona Kinaiya, will you marry me?”
I couldn’t wait to answer. I was more than ready to spend the rest of my life with him.
As I was about to respond, I hear my name being called in the background.
“Val! Val!”
I wake up, seeing Sky in front of me.
“You fell asleep on your diary, babe,” He says, slowly picking up my diary from under my head.
Well, that was strange.

Thriller | Non-Writing Prompt
Play any kind of puzzle—sudoku, a nonogram, a crossword, etc.

Puzzle: Word Search

Horror | Non-Writing Prompt
Play any kind of board or video game

Game: Chess

Dystopian | Non-Writing Prompt
Do twenty jumping jacks then drink a glass of water

Status: Success

Folklore | Non-Writing Prompt
Play the Google dinosaur game

Score: 1,361

Solarpunk | Writing Prompt (314 words)
Incorporate the environment into your story in some way—do your characters reach a natural obstacle? Does nature help them somehow?

I wake up to our 2nd day on the boat. I wrote on my diary and had dinner with Sky the night before, but I also dreamt of Sky proposing to me for some reason. Although, the dream does make me wonder if it will happen anytime soon, or if Sky even already has a plan of proposing to me.
I wash my face in the comfort room before heading out to meet Sky. I see him by the deck, looking straight ahead at the sea. He had a concerned look on his face, and I didn’t know why.
I got closer to Sky for him to notice me. His expression changes to a more positive one as he brings me in for a hug.
“Good morning, Val! How was your sleep?”
“It was great, what about yours?”
“I didn’t exactly sleep. I’m just too excited about this trip of ours!” He exclaimed with a grin.
The grin transitions to a look of urgency as Sky looks back to the sea.
“What is it?”
“Take a look.”
A worried expression also clouds my face when I look ahead. It was a pile of tall rocks that seemed to form a wall in the sea.
“Those are sea stacks. Rock columns that look like towers,” Sky explained. “Unusual there’s a lot of them.”
“Surely there’s a way past those, right?”
“Well, I’m not entirely sure, Val. If I can’t find a way around we might just have to turn back—what?”
The sea current begins to pick up, shifting our boat to face the west. The boat slowly gains speed.
“Did God just hear me, or are we actually going to make it past these stacks?” Sky chuckles, looking surprised yet satisfied with the change in course.
I lean my head on his shoulder, watching the rock towers pass by. “God does hear us after all.”

Poetry | Writing Prompt (270 words)
Introduce a symbol into your story, something that represents a larger idea than the literal thing it may be

My mind wanders into the sky as the sun begins to fade. Footsteps approach from behind me, and Sky places his hand around my shoulder.
“Beautiful scenery, isn’t it?” He asks, moving my hair away from my cheek. I look at him, his eyes focused on me. His warm, brown eyes always bring comfort to my mind, as if I had nothing to worry about.
“It’s even more beautiful when you’re around,” I reply with a chuckle.
I lean into his gentle embrace, enthralled by the environment and the touch of his skin.
“I have something for you.”
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a leather wristwatch with a gold case. The numbers were in Roman numerals.
“This is pretty, Sky! Where did you get it?”
“Picked it up somewhere. Also, you might want to look at the inside of the strap.”
He places the wristwatch in my hand, and I hold out the end of the strap. The strap had a message engraved.
“Always and forever, your Sky,” I read aloud. “This is-”
“While our time may be limited, I will always be yours, Val. Always remember that. This watch,” He says, tracing his finger along the words on the strap, “is more than just an indicator of time. It’s an indicator of my dedication to you, Val.”
“I really appreciate this, Sky. I really do. I just wish I could make it up to you somehow-”
“You don’t have to. You being in my life is more than enough.”
Our eyes turn back to the dimming sky, and we slowly fall into each other’s arms.

Fantasy | Writing Prompt (490 words)
Try playing around with magical realism—introduce a magical element into your story no one thinks is out of place!

The third day of our adventure was a day of rest for the two of us. Sky and I relaxed on our deckchairs as we observed the flow of the sea whilst taking pictures of each other on my polaroid. On occasion, we’d see dolphins jumping out of the sea, and one dolphin splashed a bit of water on Sky in the process. It was our first time seeing dolphins, which made it an even more surreal experience.
As my eyes were fixed on the sea, I begin to notice a yellow, glittery trail on the side near the boat.
“What is that?” I ask, pointing my finger out to the trail.
Sky takes a look, and his eyes immediately widen. He rushes to get his phone, pulling out the camera app.
“Val, have you ever heard of the Vulerius?”
“The what?”
“It’s a critically endangered subspecies of a manta ray that has vibrant colors and leaves a glittery trail wherever it goes. Only a few people ever have the chance of seeing it, considering it’s been hunted down ever since people discovered it.”
“Wait, I think I remember hearing stories of it. That can’t possibly be-”
The glittery trail slowly becomes more noticeable, and a silhouette emerges from the waters, making its way to the surface.
It was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
The Vulerius had an intricate pattern on its body, showing patterns of flowers, leaves, and shapes. Its skin was mainly a vibrant blue, and its patterns were a mix of yellow, red, and purple. It swam at the pace of the boat, as if it were escorting us throughout our journey.
“I can’t believe it,” Sky whispered. “I can’t believe it!” He erupted into a joyous laughter as he stood up from his seat. He leaned closer into the railing, admiring the manta ray’s beauty. He took a few pictures of it on his camera before savoring the moment with his eyes. I had never seen him so happy, but the sight of it made me feel happy, too.
We both stood in awe as it accompanied the boat, moving in a straight line without changing course. Perhaps it felt safe knowing Sky and I weren’t going to touch it.
“I remember obsessing over sea creatures when I was young, but my obsession for the Vulerius was on a whole other level. I can’t believe I’m seeing this.”
Sky continued rambling for the next five minutes or so, sharing his knowledge on Vuleriuses and manta rays in general. He even tried calling out for the manta ray, extending his hand as if it were a puppy. Of course, the Vulerius didn’t really pay attention to it.
Eventually, its glittery trail began to fade, and the Vulerius slowly made its descent back into the waters.
“Bye, Vulerius!” Sky called out, his grin slowly turning to a wistful smile as the Vulerius disappeared from sight.

Bi-Fi | Writing Prompt (485 words)
Use one of these sentence prompts:

• All of a sudden, a rabid moose…
  

• Then, next to the (location), I spotted a glowing potato!
  

• After, I decided to get a coffee with a bit of turnip.
  

After, I decided to get a coffee with a bit of turnip.
A while after the Vulerius left and Sky and I went back to observing the sea, my stomach began feeling a kind of pain that I haven’t experienced before. It was similar to a typical stomach ache, but there was still something different about it. I kept shifting positions in my deck chair, hoping that the pain was just caused by my sitting position.
Sky takes a look at me and notices how I’ve been shifting in the chair. He pulls his chair in closer, giving me a concerned look.
“You okay, Val?”
“Not really. My stomach began to ache a few minutes ago, but it doesn’t really feel like a typical stomach ache. There’s something different about this one, but I can’t identify the cause of the pain.”
“Maybe you’re feeling seasick? Are you used to being on a boat?”
“Hmm, not really. I think this is my first time, so that probably explains it.”
Sky gets his phone and starts scrolling, until he pauses to tap on something. “Ah, here it is!”
He hands me his phone. It was a note titled Seasick Remedies, with the first line being *from my Aunt.* I read through the first remedy, which was a coffee with a bit of turnip. The thought of it made me feel queasy, which did not help with my stomach ache.
“Coffee with turnip? Is your aunt serious?” I ask, passing Sky’s phone back to him.
“She’s used to being at sea, and she said that the mix of coffee and turnip bring great benefits to a person feeling seasick. According to her, it’s a simple yet highly effective remedy, but the taste might not be the best.”
“No kidding. Do we have turnip?”
“Yeah. She handed some turnip over before our trip, just in case one of us starts feeling nauseous or sick. It’s in the pantry; I can help you out with the turnip if you’d like.”
“No, thanks. I think I got this, but if your aunt is joking-”
“Trust her, Val. She’s an expert.”
I make my way to the pantry in the inside of the boat, and true enough, there’s a turnip on the top shelf of the refrigerator. I wash it before slicing up the turnip and transferring it to a container. Sky’s aunt didn’t specify the exact amount of turnip to put, but she did say a bit, so I separated a fifth of the turnip for the coffee. Fortunately, Sky prepared some coffee earlier this morning, so I didn’t have to worry about any additional steps.
I diced up the fifth of the turnip before pouring it into my coffee. I wanted to vomit while doing so, but I had to trust the process.
“Okay Val, you got this. It won’t be too bad.”
Spoiler alert: it was really, really bad.

Gothic | Writing Prompt (355 words)
Change the setting of your story! Does the location change suddenly? The time?

By the time I finish my coffee and head back out to tell Sky about the taste, we were in a completely different environment.
We were closing in on a pier of a bustling town. There seemed to be a market right beside the pier, with extravagant buildings in the background.
“Where are we headed, Sky?” I ask, joining him up front on the bow.
“We’re going to take a pit stop here in Kalaeri to restock supplies. I might have underestimated how much stuff we’re actually going to need for this trip,” Sky replied, his arm on his head and an embarrassed smile on his face.
“That’s alright with me! At least we’d have a bit of sightseeing on land.”
Shortly after, the boat comes to a complete stop. Getting in Kalaeri was pretty easy, since Sky had connections with some of the people there.
My hands interlock with Sky’s as we wander around the busy streets. We decided to go exploring first before heading to the market to restock our things. Kalaeri had unique and interesting architecture—the buildings were coated with vibrant colors, and it seemed to be inspired by modern Greek architecture. On the sides of the streets were some food vendors and a couple of buskers signing popular ballad songs. We dropped a few coins into the busking group’s tin, although we hadn’t converted our currency.
“Thank you, sir and madam!” The lead singer exclaimed before going back to his rendition of Glory of Love by Peter Cetera.
“Their singing is lovely,” I chirped as we continued along the road.
“I agree—I would sound like a dying cat trying to sing,” Sky joshed.
“With that, I can also agree,” I bantered.
On the way to the market, we decided to try out some street food. They were meat and vegetable skewers which tasted really good, especially since they were straight off the grill. It was also a nice way to fill our stomachs since we hadn’t eaten lunch yet.
We bought a couple of stuff with the help of Sky’s friends, and within an hour, we were off again to sea.

Mystery | Writing Prompt (440 words)
Your characters find an object that changes the course of the story. Is it something from a character’s past? Is it magical? What does it do?

“Sky, I need some help!”
My arms were never really built for lifting, and I was reminded of that once again when I tried to carry a box of snacks and drinks. Sky rushes to my side, lifting up the box with ease, as if it were empty.
“I’ll do the lifting, don’t worry,” Sky advised, walking back into the inside of the boat with the box.
“Fine,” I conceded, rolling my eyes in amusement. I followed him back inside since it was the last of the supply boxes.
Sky brought out the supplies from the boxes as I sorted them in piles on the floor—food on the left, drinks in the middle, and maintenance supplies on the right. We only had a couple more days to go, so there wasn’t really much to sort out.
“I can store the food and drinks, and you can store the maintenance supplies. The maintenance supplies go in that cabinet,” He says, pointing to a white cabinet in the corner. Sky and I immediately get to storing our supplies, especially since we didn’t have much else to do and the sky was getting dark. I’d definitely have to write in my diary about Kalaeri before going to sleep, along with a reminder to spend a vacation in Kalaeri. It was a fun place to explore.
After storing the last of the items, Sky asked if I could fold up the boxes used to store our supplies. I begin folding the first box, but then I notice a sealed gray envelope attached to its bottom.
Sky notices me detaching the envelope from the bottom of the box. “What’s that?”
“I’m not sure. I got it from the bottom of this box,” I replied.
“Huh, weird. Is there something in it?”
“Let’s see.”
I remove the envelope’s seal, which was a small piece of transparent tape. I open the envelope, revealing a message written on the inside of the flap.

TO: SKY
CALL ME
8900 - 1234

A piece of paper was inside the envelope, too. I unfold the paper, expecting a letter or a note. Instead, it was a crayon drawing of a house with an adult man and a kid, both having big smiles across their face. It seemed to be the work of a kid.
“Sky? Any idea what this is?” I ask, examining the drawing.
He gets up from the floor and joins me in looking at the drawing. His eyes turn to the envelope flap before a panicked expression dawns his face.
“Dang it,” He sighed, crossing his arms.
“What?”
“Sorry Val, but we have to cut this vacation short.”

Conclusion (238 words)

Without hesitation, Sky changes our course, making us head back south, toward home.
I race after him. “Sky, what’s this about?” I scoff. “A number and a child’s drawing and our vacation’s done?”
“I can’t really explain right now, but trust me, I’ll make everything clear to you once we’re back on land.”
“Why not now? I’m not liking this at all, Sky.” I scorn, placing my hands on my hips.
“Look, I’m not liking it either, but if I tell you now, you’d tell me not to go home.”
“Either way, I’d tell you not to go home! This is a vacation, Sky. We’re supposed to rest and have fun!” I protest, raising my voice.
“I know that, and I’m terribly sorry, but we really have to get going.”
Sky kept his eyes straight ahead, not paying attention to me. I could see the hurt and regret in his eyes, but I couldn’t tell what made him respond this way.
I storm off, heading back inside. I begin ranting to my diary about how I was upset that we were heading back home, but I was also worried about the number and the drawing. What was this about?
While writing, I heard Sky’s muffled voice talking to somebody. I couldn’t make out everything he said, but the last line was clear.
“We’re on our way, Mr. Rune.”
That is Sky’s surname, I immediately thought.
Who’s Mr. Rune?

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*holds flashy bottle of barbeque sauce with a smirk* here folks, is, you guessed it — barbeque sauce! it’s dark brown purple ish color leaves you questioning what exactly it’s made of, and sure does rip your intestines around as you squeeze some out onto your plate! ;D as you dip a piece of meat into the sauce or swirl some on top of it, you begin to wonder why you’re using barbeque sauce, but for a whopping eight dollars, it’s quite the deal! *cough not cough* the meat goes into your mouth and as the taste of the barbeque sauce whacks your tongue, instant regret fills your stomach as you gag, but that’s what barbeque sauce is all about! it gives you great gag reflexes! that’s all folks ehehe

panny (the name of the frying pan ahaha) sits anxiously atop the stove, her insides churning as an egg slides its way across her metal interior. across from her, is a lovely soup pot sitting on another burning. he is equally nervous sitting besides panny, his emotions bubbling up inside of him as water boils within.
“i love you i think,” panny blurts, swiveling to face him and almost dropping the egg.
he gasps, shocked that she would suddenly admit it, but filled with relief that she felt the same way. “i’m pretty sure i like you too, but we can’t love each other… you’re not one of my kind.”
panny chokes back a sob. “but…” her voice trails off as she realizes it’s true.
“i’m a pot, and you’re a pan. it’s not allowed,” the soup pot, soupy, tells her sadly.
“we could escape the kitchen!” panny suggests, eyes lighting up at the idea. she would never have to cook another egg again, that was also a plus.
soupy shook his head. “how? we don’t have legs bestie,” he laughed.
panny let out a dramatic gasp. “DID YOU JUST FRIENDZONE ME????!!?!?” she shouted, her face filled with disgust.
soupy’s jaw dropped. “no, i mean yes, but i would never… on purpose no–” he muttered apologetically.
“I WAS FRIENDZONED,” panny went on, rambling about the pain of her one true forbidden love shoving her in the dark, terrifying zone with friends. “i don’t need you after all!” she said matter of factly. “i don’t need anyone! love is bye bye,” she finished. “and goodnight!!!”

i just hit page 25 on my doc so i’m going to leave this as the only sentence on this page and go back to page whatever to work on my weekly B)
wait i’m stupid that wouldn’t work because more writing would be pushed down once i start writing the weekly xD guys i just woke up and haven;t eaten any breakfast give me some slack bwahaha
anyways gasping i just realized it’s 8:02 and from my comment in our bi fi cabin, i woke up around 37 minutes ago which means i woke up before 7:30??? that’s a first all summer omg that’s really early. i was playing with my dog and like scratching her belly when i looked at the clock and threw off the blankets and was like it’s cabin wars frankie we gotta go get my laptop and head downstairs!!! so that was fun way to early for me so i’m slightly sleep deprived, my hands hurt, and i haven’t eaten breakfast but i’m not doing so until this war from gothic is finished so that’s that. i’m sad we couldn’t get non fi’s war done but that’s because nobody was awake which is fine, it was the dead of night for most people in our cabin i think and sleep>>>swc so it’s also good in a sense <33 i should probably keep on mindlessly talking, i might start another 1k word intro just for the funsies but probably won’t make it to one thousand words because i don’t feel like writing so much in one sitting haha i’m more of a “lots of short mindless rants and rambles” type of person and OOH i just thought of something to ramble about so here we go-
i was at my grandma’s cousin’s house for my grandma’s birthday and near the end of our visit my grandma’s cousin asks me about my swc bracelet!!! she was like what does swc stand for?? and i was like it’s scratch writing camp and she didn’t ask about the camp but we talked about writing a little bit and turns out her sister or friend or daughter or someone (i may have forgot maybe whoops) used to do a lot of storytelling which i thought was cool <3
ok i’m almost to 500 words with this rant which is the goal, usually if i find something interesting to talk about the words come a lot quicker so i’ll just do that. that’s the hard part though is finding something interesting to talk about ahahah
got it, i’m just going to describe my writing space right now. so i’m sitting on the living room couch in the same spot i’ve been sitting all summer, in the corner facing the dining room right next to a little coffee table and up pretty close to the tv which is fine because the stuff my brother watches is brain rot and i don’t need to watch it anyway haha. in front of me is the dining room with the table, 6 chairs, blue placemats and yeah. and then just behind the table is our kitchen - we have dark brown ish wooden cabinets and countertops but the countertops aren’t wood, idk this is hard xD i hit 500 words though so i’m just going to add it to the war and be done - bye xD

WEEKLY 4: 2674 words

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