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Clev's SWC Writing Thread (November ‘24)!
Hi! I'm Clev, and this is where I'll be posting all my writing for the november session of swc! I'm super excited for it, and thank you so much for reading 
(hopefully i can actually write stuff loll)
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Word war with Qwerty! 229 words
After talking to the unicorn, Bob felt very bad about what he had just done.
He had bargained to the unicorn, because he had just met one for the first time and was very surprised about what to do. Bob, being a person who likes to negotiate and trade, had a first thought of bargaining with the unicorn - after all, it’s not every day where yo get to do that.
Bob thought about what to trade with the unicorn, and he didn’t think of any ideas. He asked the unicorn for thoughts, and the unicorn told him that he could bargain his soul away. Bob was a little bit confused, because he did not know where the unicorn got that idea from, but he agreed to it anyway, as long as he got a lifetime supply of cotton candy.
The unicorn smiled deviously, an evil flicker in its eyes. It rubbed its hooves menacingly and reached its hoof out to shake. Bob did not know what he was getting himself into when he finally shook the unicorn’s hoof after a few seconds.
After a few seconds of the bargain, the unicorn poofed into thin dust, and Bob was left by himself in the alleyway, wondering if he had imagined the whole ordeal.
But then, it started raining cotton candy from the sky and Bob was suddenly feeling very empty.
After talking to the unicorn, Bob felt very bad about what he had just done.
He had bargained to the unicorn, because he had just met one for the first time and was very surprised about what to do. Bob, being a person who likes to negotiate and trade, had a first thought of bargaining with the unicorn - after all, it’s not every day where yo get to do that.
Bob thought about what to trade with the unicorn, and he didn’t think of any ideas. He asked the unicorn for thoughts, and the unicorn told him that he could bargain his soul away. Bob was a little bit confused, because he did not know where the unicorn got that idea from, but he agreed to it anyway, as long as he got a lifetime supply of cotton candy.
The unicorn smiled deviously, an evil flicker in its eyes. It rubbed its hooves menacingly and reached its hoof out to shake. Bob did not know what he was getting himself into when he finally shook the unicorn’s hoof after a few seconds.
After a few seconds of the bargain, the unicorn poofed into thin dust, and Bob was left by himself in the alleyway, wondering if he had imagined the whole ordeal.
But then, it started raining cotton candy from the sky and Bob was suddenly feeling very empty.
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Cabin Wars #1:
The person looked very surprised when they found out that there were only thirty three words left for the war. They started typing as fast as the keyboard let them, trying to get the war done with as fast as possible. The person smiled. They had finally done it. (49 words)
I’m so tired that I started sweating for some reason, which is a little bit funny. I have been very nervous my whole life, and I guess that my nervousness and anxiety and lethargy and everything else that has been hurting has built up because when I had to take my physics test I literally started sweating.
I guess it was my kind of emotional catharsis - a way for me to release my emotions and stop my anxiety, but it was still so surprising to me. I’ve never sweated my whole life, and when I finally did, it wasn’t a small drop or something, I started sweating A LOT.
And once I did, I could not stop. But it was actually comforting because in the sweat was anxiety and hurt and negativity and by sweating I was literally sweating it out of my body which was kind of funny for some reason. And I ended up doing good on the physics test, so that was good for me.
Since that time, I have lived my life differently and I have not sweated since. Yippee. Also I am not sure what I am even doing. (194 words)
There was a lot of cake at the wedding. It was very surprising because in our country there usually is not any cake at any of the weddings or any of the parties, but I was still happy because it had been many years since I had eaten cake. I remember the first time I tried it. I was 10 years old, and I had to secretly sneak into a shop and steal it from a vendor to eat it. I remember vividly how I looked at the cake for weeks in the past and tried to see what it would taste like. My mom and my dad had both never tried it, as they grew up from poor families and could not afford it. However, my grandma had tried it secretly when she was a young girl, which made me realize that I wanted to do the exact thing that she did.
I walked into the store and I quickly ran to the cake section and I put a cake in the pocket of my pants and I quickly dashed out before anyone could notice me. I remember that I started eating it and gorging it really quickly, and the flavor and the sweetness was so so good. I remember I burst into tears when I ate the cake because it was so good and nobody in my family had ever tried it and everyone was bursting out.
That’s why, twent years later wjhe I got married to Bob, I requested specifcaolly to have cake at our wedding. He was shocked, because he also had never tried cake before, but he was willing to have a go. It had been 1000 dollars to get the cake, which was really expensive, but we decided to do it anyways because I told him how good the cake was. The day of the wedding, the guests gasped when they saw the cake. It was almost like a mythical thing: white, had a lot of fondant and very towering. I cut the cake open with my knife and there was a lot of red velvet inside. I guess that is what comes by getting the cake from a very expensive place: a really good cake. All the cake was distributed to the guests in the party and we started gorging and deovuring it. It was just as good as I remembered - creamy, delicious, and so so good. I started crying and burst into tears just as I did 20 years ago - it was such an amazing thing to do. I hugged Bob and we finally ate the cake together once again. I will always remember this moment. (444 words)
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hurricane thoughts - critiquitaire (fictional story)
The days after a hurricane, there is no power. Everything is alright, yet life seems unnatural.
The days after a hurricane, life pauses. No more are the constant expectations and responsibilities of day-to-day life. We sleep at 7pm, because there is no light. We play board games illuminated by reading lights. We watch as the sun slowly goes down, and with it, light.
The days after a hurricane are an alternate reality. One without responsibilities, one without others. We maintain an illusion of isolation, and keep to ourselves. We get used to reading all day, doing things we haven’t done in years.
The days after a hurricane, time becomes a blur. The days stick together, becoming a fluid blur. We get used to this new routine. Up at 10, out at 8. Time moves eerily fast, slipping away like a balloon floating out of your grasp.
There’s something oddly calming that arrives the days after a hurricane. A sense of a paused life, an alternate reality, a lonely world. Nobody talks about the days after a hurricane, only the constant anticipation of what’s to come. Never the effect. We’re free from our tasks, our lives, our pressure. We read the day away. Our lives are stuck in immovable amber, we are living in a glistening thread of a cobweb, our days become a pause from the movie of reality. We read by candlelight, talk about our past, and laugh.
The days after a hurricane don’t feel real. We live like we’re the only ones in this lonely world.
The day that light comes back, the amber melts. The cobweb falls apart. The movie resumes. The illusion of isolation is no more. We put our shutters down. We charge our devices. We turn on our computers and go back to living.
The day that power comes on, the days after the hurricane disappear - a distant memory of a different time. The balloon falls back in your grasp, and everything becomes normal in the blink of an eye. It’s like everyone’s used to moving on, and all of a sudden, life resumes.
The days after a hurricane are no more, yet they still live in our hearts.
The days after the hurricane are gone; a fleeting feeling, a distant memory, a hazy dream.
The days after the hurricane have left, and it’s time to go back to reality.
I never wanted it to end, the little life we made in the days after the hurricane. But life moves on, and we are back.
The days after the hurricane were beautiful.
Now, all we can do is wait for it to happen all over again.
The days after a hurricane, there is no power. Everything is alright, yet life seems unnatural.
The days after a hurricane, life pauses. No more are the constant expectations and responsibilities of day-to-day life. We sleep at 7pm, because there is no light. We play board games illuminated by reading lights. We watch as the sun slowly goes down, and with it, light.
The days after a hurricane are an alternate reality. One without responsibilities, one without others. We maintain an illusion of isolation, and keep to ourselves. We get used to reading all day, doing things we haven’t done in years.
The days after a hurricane, time becomes a blur. The days stick together, becoming a fluid blur. We get used to this new routine. Up at 10, out at 8. Time moves eerily fast, slipping away like a balloon floating out of your grasp.
There’s something oddly calming that arrives the days after a hurricane. A sense of a paused life, an alternate reality, a lonely world. Nobody talks about the days after a hurricane, only the constant anticipation of what’s to come. Never the effect. We’re free from our tasks, our lives, our pressure. We read the day away. Our lives are stuck in immovable amber, we are living in a glistening thread of a cobweb, our days become a pause from the movie of reality. We read by candlelight, talk about our past, and laugh.
The days after a hurricane don’t feel real. We live like we’re the only ones in this lonely world.
The day that light comes back, the amber melts. The cobweb falls apart. The movie resumes. The illusion of isolation is no more. We put our shutters down. We charge our devices. We turn on our computers and go back to living.
The day that power comes on, the days after the hurricane disappear - a distant memory of a different time. The balloon falls back in your grasp, and everything becomes normal in the blink of an eye. It’s like everyone’s used to moving on, and all of a sudden, life resumes.
The days after a hurricane are no more, yet they still live in our hearts.
The days after the hurricane are gone; a fleeting feeling, a distant memory, a hazy dream.
The days after the hurricane have left, and it’s time to go back to reality.
I never wanted it to end, the little life we made in the days after the hurricane. But life moves on, and we are back.
The days after the hurricane were beautiful.
Now, all we can do is wait for it to happen all over again.
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11/10 Lipogram Daily (200 words) - omission: “e”
It was mid-July. I was turning forty; my birthday party was going on.
My son was singing a song to us. I didn't know what song it was, but I thought that it was charming. My son has a quality to him that contrasts our family. I was always brought up as a soft child; I almost didn't talk at all. Growing up, I was always inconspicuous, but I didn't mind.
But my son isn't soft: following his birth, I instantly saw a quality in him, a quality that was missing to my husband and I.
My son was singing.
I was instantly blown away by his song, his playful laugh, his twinkling pupils. In a blink, I was singing with him, humming along with his song. It was so natural - our harmony still plays in my mind today.
Flash forward to my birthday - my son was singing a song. Our family was dancing and singing along, smiling and laughing with him. It was a curious song.
I was thinking about my wish, and it was obvious: this song was my wish. My son was my wish. My family was my wish.
I am happy, and that's all I want.
It was mid-July. I was turning forty; my birthday party was going on.
My son was singing a song to us. I didn't know what song it was, but I thought that it was charming. My son has a quality to him that contrasts our family. I was always brought up as a soft child; I almost didn't talk at all. Growing up, I was always inconspicuous, but I didn't mind.
But my son isn't soft: following his birth, I instantly saw a quality in him, a quality that was missing to my husband and I.
My son was singing.
I was instantly blown away by his song, his playful laugh, his twinkling pupils. In a blink, I was singing with him, humming along with his song. It was so natural - our harmony still plays in my mind today.
Flash forward to my birthday - my son was singing a song. Our family was dancing and singing along, smiling and laughing with him. It was a curious song.
I was thinking about my wish, and it was obvious: this song was my wish. My son was my wish. My family was my wish.
I am happy, and that's all I want.
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Lipogram Daily Stats
i was curious and i wanted to see how many people ommitted each letter!
a - 2
b - 1
c - 2
d
e - 1
f - 1
g - 1
h
i
j - 1
k - 1
l
m
n
o - 1
p
q
r
s
t
u
v
w
x
y - 1
z
ok i gave up haha
i was curious and i wanted to see how many people ommitted each letter!
a - 2
b - 1
c - 2
d
e - 1
f - 1
g - 1
h
i
j - 1
k - 1
l
m
n
o - 1
p
q
r
s
t
u
v
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y - 1
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ok i gave up haha
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Word War with Pepper! 281 words
I had got to beat him. I was going to win, but I was not winning right now. We were playing a game. It was a very fun game: tennis. I had been playing ever since i was born, and I had a natural talent for teh game. I knew how to hold a racket since I was 2 years old, and I started formally playing when I was three ears old. However, this match was when i was 10 years old, and it was the finals for a very important game. I had to win, otherwise I would lose my entire tennis career. I had to try my best.
Right now, Bob was beating me by 2 points, which was not ideal. BUt the good thing is, I was about to win this point, which would give me a better lead. Bob was a very scary opponent, and the thing was, he was literally six years old which is crazy. I did not know that six year olds could be that good - he literally competed nationally and even made it past the first round in the U.S. open which was scary. But the thing is, he was very easily angered, which I tried to exploit. I started taunting him after he lost another point, and now I was winning by 1 point. I laughed in his face and I could see that it took his hardest not to burst out in tears at that moment. A referee admonished me so I was quiet, but I still knew I had got to him.
After 10 minutes, I finally won and beat him in the match. I was finally the champion!
I had got to beat him. I was going to win, but I was not winning right now. We were playing a game. It was a very fun game: tennis. I had been playing ever since i was born, and I had a natural talent for teh game. I knew how to hold a racket since I was 2 years old, and I started formally playing when I was three ears old. However, this match was when i was 10 years old, and it was the finals for a very important game. I had to win, otherwise I would lose my entire tennis career. I had to try my best.
Right now, Bob was beating me by 2 points, which was not ideal. BUt the good thing is, I was about to win this point, which would give me a better lead. Bob was a very scary opponent, and the thing was, he was literally six years old which is crazy. I did not know that six year olds could be that good - he literally competed nationally and even made it past the first round in the U.S. open which was scary. But the thing is, he was very easily angered, which I tried to exploit. I started taunting him after he lost another point, and now I was winning by 1 point. I laughed in his face and I could see that it took his hardest not to burst out in tears at that moment. A referee admonished me so I was quiet, but I still knew I had got to him.
After 10 minutes, I finally won and beat him in the match. I was finally the champion!
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11/13 Song daily - Cornfield Chase by Hans Zimmer (435 words)
The end was near.
My heartbeat flickered - adrenaline pumped through me. A single, haunting melody played in my mind.
The troops were coming from the valley down below. I could hear their footsteps coming, one by one. My mind raced - a whirlpool with a thousand uncontainable thoughts.
The troops continued advancing towards us. My heartbeat started pumping, a primordial sense alerting me of every single movement, the slightest whistle of the wind, the slow fanning of
grass, the saltiness of the air.
The hair on my arms rose up with every march of the footsteps. My breaths became shallower, my mind stormier, my body uneasier. I had to do something - I had to fight, to run, to jump - anything.
The troops continued marching - a sea of black, indistinguishable figures, stretching across the horizon. Marching synchronously, as one giant monster.
The clouds darkened and loomed over the bleak day. Standing on the cliff, my mind started igniting a fuse. It was all I could do to suppress a scream that rose from deep inside me.
The troops were advancing. Marching. Treading. One by one, they got closer and closer and closer.
I couldn’t stop breathing, I couldn’t stop my heart thumping against my chest, my mind swarming with an endless sea of thoughts. I had to get out.
I start running, wind rushing through my hair. The grassy terrain starts shaking up and down as I run, as fast as my legs can carry me. I run. My legs hit the ground; I’m breathless, I can’t think, I can’t escape, yet I can’t stop.
My senses tingle, and the troops continue advancing with the dark clouds.
I need to get out of here. Yet, the army is closer than ever. I look back as I run, their forces arriving to meters of where I was.
I’m petrified by their masses. I can’t think. I can’t move. They’re so close, I can feel their eyes on me, their simultaneous breathing. I can’t do anything - my mind races with the idea of countless possibilities, but the only thing I can do right now is stand and watch as the army comes even closer.
The sound of crashing waves awakens me. The sheer force of the stormy ocean, the sea salt air, the biting wind, the soaring cliffs - I feel the moment. My heartbeat stops, my mind clears, my breathing slows.
I am in the ocean, I am in the waves. All my thoughts cascade into one single idea: I am here. The crescendo stops. I am here.
I glance at the incoming troops, and run into the distance.
The end was near.
My heartbeat flickered - adrenaline pumped through me. A single, haunting melody played in my mind.
The troops were coming from the valley down below. I could hear their footsteps coming, one by one. My mind raced - a whirlpool with a thousand uncontainable thoughts.
The troops continued advancing towards us. My heartbeat started pumping, a primordial sense alerting me of every single movement, the slightest whistle of the wind, the slow fanning of
grass, the saltiness of the air.
The hair on my arms rose up with every march of the footsteps. My breaths became shallower, my mind stormier, my body uneasier. I had to do something - I had to fight, to run, to jump - anything.
The troops continued marching - a sea of black, indistinguishable figures, stretching across the horizon. Marching synchronously, as one giant monster.
The clouds darkened and loomed over the bleak day. Standing on the cliff, my mind started igniting a fuse. It was all I could do to suppress a scream that rose from deep inside me.
The troops were advancing. Marching. Treading. One by one, they got closer and closer and closer.
I couldn’t stop breathing, I couldn’t stop my heart thumping against my chest, my mind swarming with an endless sea of thoughts. I had to get out.
I start running, wind rushing through my hair. The grassy terrain starts shaking up and down as I run, as fast as my legs can carry me. I run. My legs hit the ground; I’m breathless, I can’t think, I can’t escape, yet I can’t stop.
My senses tingle, and the troops continue advancing with the dark clouds.
I need to get out of here. Yet, the army is closer than ever. I look back as I run, their forces arriving to meters of where I was.
I’m petrified by their masses. I can’t think. I can’t move. They’re so close, I can feel their eyes on me, their simultaneous breathing. I can’t do anything - my mind races with the idea of countless possibilities, but the only thing I can do right now is stand and watch as the army comes even closer.
The sound of crashing waves awakens me. The sheer force of the stormy ocean, the sea salt air, the biting wind, the soaring cliffs - I feel the moment. My heartbeat stops, my mind clears, my breathing slows.
I am in the ocean, I am in the waves. All my thoughts cascade into one single idea: I am here. The crescendo stops. I am here.
I glance at the incoming troops, and run into the distance.
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11/14 Bestselling Bookstore - Mystery Mansion CYOA (215 words)
Stumbling through dense woods, you stumble across a mansion. Just as the sun disappears below the horizon, rain starts pouring. With apprehension, you walk into the manor. Filled with gothic architecture, mosaic ceilings, towering gargoyles, ornate chandeliers, and a large red carpet. Curiosity gets the best of you, and before you know it, you explore the abandoned mansion.
As you wander into the rooms, you discover places that haven’t been entered in years. A derelict study, an antique sunroom, a baroque foyer, an invisible library. As time passes, something seems wrong about the mansion. There’s something hidden in the old letters, the fraying walls, the floating motes, the absence of the host. There’s a decades old mystery in the mansion, and it’s been haunting the place ever seen.
Before you know it, the grandfather clock starts ringing, the doors start creaking, the chandelier starts twinkling. There’s something terribly wrong in this place, and you can’t shake the feeling that there’s someone following you. You need to get out, but the unsolved mystery keeps haunting the manor. But with your life on the line, what will you do?
In this Choose your Own Adventure story, the choices you make dictate how you explore this mystery mansion. Choose the best path, and survive to see the sunrise.
Stumbling through dense woods, you stumble across a mansion. Just as the sun disappears below the horizon, rain starts pouring. With apprehension, you walk into the manor. Filled with gothic architecture, mosaic ceilings, towering gargoyles, ornate chandeliers, and a large red carpet. Curiosity gets the best of you, and before you know it, you explore the abandoned mansion.
As you wander into the rooms, you discover places that haven’t been entered in years. A derelict study, an antique sunroom, a baroque foyer, an invisible library. As time passes, something seems wrong about the mansion. There’s something hidden in the old letters, the fraying walls, the floating motes, the absence of the host. There’s a decades old mystery in the mansion, and it’s been haunting the place ever seen.
Before you know it, the grandfather clock starts ringing, the doors start creaking, the chandelier starts twinkling. There’s something terribly wrong in this place, and you can’t shake the feeling that there’s someone following you. You need to get out, but the unsolved mystery keeps haunting the manor. But with your life on the line, what will you do?
In this Choose your Own Adventure story, the choices you make dictate how you explore this mystery mansion. Choose the best path, and survive to see the sunrise.
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Weekly 2: Cabin Creation - Romance Hotel (778 words)
Part 1: Storyline (156 words)
Welcome to the Romance Hotel. Over the course of the next four weeks, you’ll learn the upkeepings of this idyllic hotel. You’ve all been selected as Romance Workers. Can you prove to us that you have what it takes to take care of this hotel?
But first, let me get into the basics. We have the elevator here in the lobby - there are 220 floors! Press any single one of them, and get to your destination ASAP. But be warned - the elevator has been known to break in the past, especially when there are two people in there by themselves and then they have to awkwardly stand there.
Next, we have the famous Romeo and Juliet balcony - you can have a breathtaking view of the golden sunset and the glistening Romance River. Finally we have the ballroom where you can dance the night away. So, what are you waiting for? The hotel is waiting for you!
Part 2: Aesthetic Set
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Part 3: Lyric Parody (Hotel California) - 201 words
By the glistening river, afternoon wind in my hair
Warm smell of love rising up in the air
Up ahead in the distance, I see a shimmering sign
My heart started pumping and I walked in the light
There she stood in the lobby, I heard the chattering
And I was thinking to myself, “My heart could be doing all this shattering”
Then she lit a sign and illuminated the place
There were voices in the hotel hallways, and I heard them say
”Welcome to the Romance Hotel
A place full of love
Represented by the dove
Plenty of room at the Romance Hotel
For any lovers or the heartbroken
You can find it here“
Elevator in the lobby, ballroom down below
And she said, ”Not all that glitters can glow”
And in the ballroom down below, they gather for the dance,
But after a few hours, they all fall into an unnerving trance
All I could remember doing was running out of the room,
I had to escape the Romance Hotel before I fell to my doom
“It’s alright,” she said. “Everyone comes to the Romance Hotel to find love,
but for all of them, it will never be enough.”
Part 4 - Story (421 words)
Thousands were lined up in the front of the Romance Hotel’s grand opening. The line stretched into the distance, everyone from the heartbroken, the heartbreakers, and the lovers. The Romance Hotel was a place for everyone, and truly everyone. The 220-storey building’s facade gleamed in the sunset, the Romance River nearby flowing with boats on it. The Romance River was built a few months prior to the hotel’s opening – it replaced the previous Detache river, as it wasn’t pretty enough. The hotel had been praised for years now, and many critics had said wonderful things about it.
Now, the owner of the hotel, a smiling woman, cut the ribbon and the hotel was now open for business. Customers started rushing in - there was a young man who had just had his heart broken, there was an old couple who were holding hands, there was a couple that had recently divorced hoping for a second chance. Within seconds, or maybe minutes, the line had disappeared. The staff of the romance hotel worked super quickly so that’s why. But for some reason, barely any of the rooms were filled - it seemed like the hotel stretched out into infinity.
There was one person who was skeptical though, and his name was Calvin. He was looking for a new lover, but once he entered the shining neon lights and the red-carpeted lobby, he was suspicious. I mean, is this really the way to find a partner? But he was quickly ushered into a line by the hotel owner, Leto. She smiled at him, and for some reason, she said “Ah, a new person? Well, you’re in luck. Room 210a has room!”. How did she know what I was here for? Calvin thought to himself, but he didn’t question it. He took the elevator up, but for some reason the buttons were broken and it didn’t work so he decided to take the stairs instead. After a few minutes, he got to his room but it was not there. He was very suspicious so he decided to just leave.
When he was going out of the lobby, Leto looked at him and smiled. Why are you leaving? She said. Calvin gulped, and said that he was no longer interested. Leto looked at him, and said “Well, if you’re no longer interested, that means that you haven’t discovered the full effects of the hotel.” She ushered him back, and he complied. Calvin had just been brainwashed, like everyone else in the hotel. Leto smiled. Another customer gone.
Part 1: Storyline (156 words)
Welcome to the Romance Hotel. Over the course of the next four weeks, you’ll learn the upkeepings of this idyllic hotel. You’ve all been selected as Romance Workers. Can you prove to us that you have what it takes to take care of this hotel?
But first, let me get into the basics. We have the elevator here in the lobby - there are 220 floors! Press any single one of them, and get to your destination ASAP. But be warned - the elevator has been known to break in the past, especially when there are two people in there by themselves and then they have to awkwardly stand there.
Next, we have the famous Romeo and Juliet balcony - you can have a breathtaking view of the golden sunset and the glistening Romance River. Finally we have the ballroom where you can dance the night away. So, what are you waiting for? The hotel is waiting for you!
Part 2: Aesthetic Set
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Part 3: Lyric Parody (Hotel California) - 201 words
By the glistening river, afternoon wind in my hair
Warm smell of love rising up in the air
Up ahead in the distance, I see a shimmering sign
My heart started pumping and I walked in the light
There she stood in the lobby, I heard the chattering
And I was thinking to myself, “My heart could be doing all this shattering”
Then she lit a sign and illuminated the place
There were voices in the hotel hallways, and I heard them say
”Welcome to the Romance Hotel
A place full of love
Represented by the dove
Plenty of room at the Romance Hotel
For any lovers or the heartbroken
You can find it here“
Elevator in the lobby, ballroom down below
And she said, ”Not all that glitters can glow”
And in the ballroom down below, they gather for the dance,
But after a few hours, they all fall into an unnerving trance
All I could remember doing was running out of the room,
I had to escape the Romance Hotel before I fell to my doom
“It’s alright,” she said. “Everyone comes to the Romance Hotel to find love,
but for all of them, it will never be enough.”
Part 4 - Story (421 words)
Thousands were lined up in the front of the Romance Hotel’s grand opening. The line stretched into the distance, everyone from the heartbroken, the heartbreakers, and the lovers. The Romance Hotel was a place for everyone, and truly everyone. The 220-storey building’s facade gleamed in the sunset, the Romance River nearby flowing with boats on it. The Romance River was built a few months prior to the hotel’s opening – it replaced the previous Detache river, as it wasn’t pretty enough. The hotel had been praised for years now, and many critics had said wonderful things about it.
Now, the owner of the hotel, a smiling woman, cut the ribbon and the hotel was now open for business. Customers started rushing in - there was a young man who had just had his heart broken, there was an old couple who were holding hands, there was a couple that had recently divorced hoping for a second chance. Within seconds, or maybe minutes, the line had disappeared. The staff of the romance hotel worked super quickly so that’s why. But for some reason, barely any of the rooms were filled - it seemed like the hotel stretched out into infinity.
There was one person who was skeptical though, and his name was Calvin. He was looking for a new lover, but once he entered the shining neon lights and the red-carpeted lobby, he was suspicious. I mean, is this really the way to find a partner? But he was quickly ushered into a line by the hotel owner, Leto. She smiled at him, and for some reason, she said “Ah, a new person? Well, you’re in luck. Room 210a has room!”. How did she know what I was here for? Calvin thought to himself, but he didn’t question it. He took the elevator up, but for some reason the buttons were broken and it didn’t work so he decided to take the stairs instead. After a few minutes, he got to his room but it was not there. He was very suspicious so he decided to just leave.
When he was going out of the lobby, Leto looked at him and smiled. Why are you leaving? She said. Calvin gulped, and said that he was no longer interested. Leto looked at him, and said “Well, if you’re no longer interested, that means that you haven’t discovered the full effects of the hotel.” She ushered him back, and he complied. Calvin had just been brainwashed, like everyone else in the hotel. Leto smiled. Another customer gone.
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Word war with Kelia! 220 words
They look so happy, so content in their lives. I watch in envy as the couple walks down the park, smiling and laughing and holding hands and doing everything else lovers do. Me, being a lone soul, a person who has been rejected thousands of time, just watch them.
I know that I shouldn’t pray on other people’s downfall, to not root for someone’s failure, but I just can’t help it myself. I feel envious. I feel jealous, I feel evil.
All I want to do right now is ruin their day, because my day has not been good, and I just want a win, no matter how petty, to make me feel better. If I can’t feel happy, then noone can.
I walk past them and start screaming at the top of my lungs in the park, screaming and pointing at the lady. “A monster! A monster! Everybody run!!!!” I cry, and I start taking off. Other people in the park starting screaming and flailing and running for their lives, and I secretly start laughing. The park is in chaos. BUt when I look back at the couple, all I can see is that the woman is laughing and clutching her sides, while her partner is also doubling over. Then I realized that maybe what I did was wrong.
They look so happy, so content in their lives. I watch in envy as the couple walks down the park, smiling and laughing and holding hands and doing everything else lovers do. Me, being a lone soul, a person who has been rejected thousands of time, just watch them.
I know that I shouldn’t pray on other people’s downfall, to not root for someone’s failure, but I just can’t help it myself. I feel envious. I feel jealous, I feel evil.
All I want to do right now is ruin their day, because my day has not been good, and I just want a win, no matter how petty, to make me feel better. If I can’t feel happy, then noone can.
I walk past them and start screaming at the top of my lungs in the park, screaming and pointing at the lady. “A monster! A monster! Everybody run!!!!” I cry, and I start taking off. Other people in the park starting screaming and flailing and running for their lives, and I secretly start laughing. The park is in chaos. BUt when I look back at the couple, all I can see is that the woman is laughing and clutching her sides, while her partner is also doubling over. Then I realized that maybe what I did was wrong.
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Critique for Orion (649 words)!!!!
hi orion!!!! omg i’m SO happy to be critiquing your piece so here we go
apologies for the slightly late critique, i’ll start now
ok i just finished reading and i genuinely started smiling at the end because it’s really wholesome but also melancholy at the same time which i think you intended for!! i remember their relationship briefly in the movies and this really brought it back
ok now for line-by-line critiques:
also there are some cases where “Soldier” is capitalized and some cases where it isn't. making the capitalization consistent would be cool! (unless you have a preference)
ok im done this was REALLY long so oops haha, but you 100% dont have to listen to any of this as all - this is all my personal preference!! overall i loved it soso much, the story and moment was so nice it was mainly the sentence structure like you said that i found some parts that could be improved. i LOVED the character dynamic between steve and bucky - you're really good with it. (ooh and the idea of “friend” being mentioned somewhere during the convo would be great too!!) PLSS enter it into the writing comp or smth bc i think people will like it ok bye!!
hi orion!!!! omg i’m SO happy to be critiquing your piece so here we go
apologies for the slightly late critique, i’ll start nowok i just finished reading and i genuinely started smiling at the end because it’s really wholesome but also melancholy at the same time which i think you intended for!! i remember their relationship briefly in the movies and this really brought it back
ok now for line-by-line critiques:
The Soldier had been free for 6 months. 2 months ago, the man, Steve, had found him. He had some teammates with him too, or maybe they were friends.this is just a personal preference, but i think writing out 6 and 2 as six and two flows better for me! also the third sentence is a little bit unclear - maybe rewording it like “There were some teammates” instead of “he” to make it clearer that they're steve's teammates
Friend. It was not a word he was used to, despite how Hydra had used it a few times before. But Steve had called him friend on the aircraft. That was the first time the word had been spoken sincerely.i'm loving the introduction of “friend” as a start to their relationship!! and for the last sentence, stating that the word was used sincerely as a fact might not be as good as making it more uncertain, in my opinion, as bucky might be a little confused.
At first the Soldier had thought they were attacking him, and he thought for a moment that he was being dragged back to Pierce.the word “thought” is used two times, which is a little choppy - maybe try rephrasing like “At first, the Soldier thought that they were attacking him. For a moment, it seemed like he was being dragged back to Pierce” could be better!
They fought, but only to protect themselves, they advanced, but it was gentle in nature.ok this is kinda nitpicky but maybe replacing the comma after “themselves” with a semicolon/period would indicate the break better.
also there are some cases where “Soldier” is capitalized and some cases where it isn't. making the capitalization consistent would be cool! (unless you have a preference)
The other man, later identified as Sam, had been as wary of him as he was of them.the pronouns aren't super clear, maybe “…Sam, had been just as wary of the Soldier as he was of them.” would make it clear
The Soldier did not know Steve, he did not remember anything more than vague flashes of a small blond boy, but Steve knew him, and Steve was safe.i love the vulnerability and memories
He wondered if owning things without the threat of them being taken away would ever feel any less strange.the sentence is pretty long without any punctuation to break it up, rephrasing it like “He wondered if owning his own things - without the threat of them being taken away - would ever feel less strange” or something
It all felt so wrong, but so, so nice.i love this!! an italic for the last “so” could also emphasize it too
“Jesus, Bucky. What on God’s green earth are you doing here in the dark?” he asked, sounding startled.omg i love this!! the “he asked” part doesn't need to be there because it's already implied beforehand, as he already “stifled a yelp”
He had been told he could before, but he couldn’t shake the fear that turning on the lights when he was not requested to do so would get him punished.definitely similar to the previous sentence about owning things, i'd suggest breaking it up! maybe something like “He had been told he could turn on the lights before, but he couldn't shake the fear that it would get him punished” to make it conciser, or splitting the sentence into two!
You know what happens if you disobey.i love this so much!! putting it in italics could also help with the emphasis
He would survive on his own, he was more than capable of that, but the thought of having to go made him inexplicably sad.maybe putting “he was more capable of that” in hypens would make it seem more like a passing thought, but that's just me - the commas work really well here too
“You will,” Steve said softly. “Either you remember me, or you don’t, and you get to know me like this.” He gestured at the space between them, voice calm. “I’m not gonna leave you, Buck. You’ll get to know me one way or the other.”STOPP I LOVE THIS
The Soldier nodded, and whatever it was he had felt at the prospect of being kicked out eased slightly.the second part is a little choppy, but i get what you're saying. maybe something like “whatever he felt about the prospect of being kicked out eased slightly”??? idk im blanking
Steve looked confused for a second, before understanding.not about grammar, but about the “understanding” part, some showing and not telling would be great. something like , before nodding his head or , before his eyes lit up slightly could help!
"Loads of things,” he said, his voice tinged with laughter and melancholy at the same time.omg i loveee!! also to make it more concise (as a personal preference), you could delete the “his” and say “both” before laughter and omit the “at the same time” - ex: “voice tinged with both laughter and melancholy”.
deep in thought for over a minute,this is really nitpicky but you dont have to say “over a minute” specifically, “a minute” itself can definitely work to show the pause!
Steve only smiles, and the Soldier almost doesn’t see the sadness in those eyes. “Thanks, Buck.”I LOVE THIS LAST LINE SO MUCH!!! you can definitely make it one space after the previous line to emphasize it!!
ok im done this was REALLY long so oops haha, but you 100% dont have to listen to any of this as all - this is all my personal preference!! overall i loved it soso much, the story and moment was so nice it was mainly the sentence structure like you said that i found some parts that could be improved. i LOVED the character dynamic between steve and bucky - you're really good with it. (ooh and the idea of “friend” being mentioned somewhere during the convo would be great too!!) PLSS enter it into the writing comp or smth bc i think people will like it
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11/15-16 Mystery Bi-Daily
Day 1: Brainstorming (partners: Vicky and Em)
Clues:
1.5 meter long strand of black hair that fades into brown (DNA tests?)
Witness seeing a suspicious person writing with their left hand
Perfume of culprit is in the crime scene air
Red Herrings:
Graffiti of a character's nickname
Plastic bag at scene of crime with a logo of a shop that one of the suspects likes going to
Trail of footprints that lead to the shop
Day 1: Brainstorming (partners: Vicky and Em)
Clues:
1.5 meter long strand of black hair that fades into brown (DNA tests?)
Witness seeing a suspicious person writing with their left hand
Perfume of culprit is in the crime scene air
Red Herrings:
Graffiti of a character's nickname
Plastic bag at scene of crime with a logo of a shop that one of the suspects likes going to
Trail of footprints that lead to the shop
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Word war with Yanna! 270 words
Saving people does not make you a hero. You are not always a good person for saving the life of a person. I know, because it happened to me. Let me explain.
It was May. I was walking down the street and staring at a phone when I noticed a trolley coming down the tracks. I know nothing weird is happening right now, but bear with me. This trolley had been coming down our street in the town for years now, and there had never been any problems.
But this time, for some weird reason, I noticed that there were actually PEOPLE strung onto the rails of the trolley, and the trolley was about to hit the people. The people were screaming and crying for help, and I counted that right now, there were two people that were tied to the rails. I stood there in shock, not knowing what was happening.
Then I saw that there was a level I could pull to divert the trolley to the other rail, but then I noticed that there was one person on the other rail. I didn’t know what to do, but the trolley was coming closer and closer and I had to do something.
With the blink of an eye, I pulled the level and the trolley hit the other person and missed the other two people being tied. The two people that were saved were so happy and shaking and were thanking me, but I noticed that the other person was very very injured.
Saving people does not make you a hero, because you can also hurt others too.
(rephrase of final line: Saving people does not make you a hero, because you can hurt others in the process too.)
Saving people does not make you a hero. You are not always a good person for saving the life of a person. I know, because it happened to me. Let me explain.
It was May. I was walking down the street and staring at a phone when I noticed a trolley coming down the tracks. I know nothing weird is happening right now, but bear with me. This trolley had been coming down our street in the town for years now, and there had never been any problems.
But this time, for some weird reason, I noticed that there were actually PEOPLE strung onto the rails of the trolley, and the trolley was about to hit the people. The people were screaming and crying for help, and I counted that right now, there were two people that were tied to the rails. I stood there in shock, not knowing what was happening.
Then I saw that there was a level I could pull to divert the trolley to the other rail, but then I noticed that there was one person on the other rail. I didn’t know what to do, but the trolley was coming closer and closer and I had to do something.
With the blink of an eye, I pulled the level and the trolley hit the other person and missed the other two people being tied. The two people that were saved were so happy and shaking and were thanking me, but I noticed that the other person was very very injured.
Saving people does not make you a hero, because you can also hurt others too.
(rephrase of final line: Saving people does not make you a hero, because you can hurt others in the process too.)
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11/20 Pick-your-Plot Daily - 250 words
The yellow moon gazes down on me as I look at the deathly surroundings around me. The sense of despair, tiredness, and worry are present all around me as I feel the darkness creeping up to me. I’m getting more tired by every step I take, and the darkness keeps coming. I breathe harder, my bones grow wearier, and my body more tired. There’s something wrong in this place. I think to myself, and deep down, I know that I am not safe where I am.
In a second, I turn around, rapidly walking back to where I came from, to seek the refuge of the little cabin glowing in the night. But with every blink of the eye, the darkness grows. After a minute of walking, I stumble into a tree. I never saw any trees walking here. My mind clouds - what is happening in this place? Where did this tree come from? A single thought nags at the back of my mind: I’m lost.
But I shake it aside and I keep walking. Better walk than to get caught. But after a minute, I stumble into another tree, just as decrepit as before. What is happening? It’s the same tree as before - the exact curves, trunk, and gnarly branches. I start panicking, my breathing becoming shakier by the second. I don’t know what I’m doing. The darkness is coming and all of I sudden I realized I am terribly, terribly lost. I have lost the game. Game over.
The yellow moon gazes down on me as I look at the deathly surroundings around me. The sense of despair, tiredness, and worry are present all around me as I feel the darkness creeping up to me. I’m getting more tired by every step I take, and the darkness keeps coming. I breathe harder, my bones grow wearier, and my body more tired. There’s something wrong in this place. I think to myself, and deep down, I know that I am not safe where I am.
In a second, I turn around, rapidly walking back to where I came from, to seek the refuge of the little cabin glowing in the night. But with every blink of the eye, the darkness grows. After a minute of walking, I stumble into a tree. I never saw any trees walking here. My mind clouds - what is happening in this place? Where did this tree come from? A single thought nags at the back of my mind: I’m lost.
But I shake it aside and I keep walking. Better walk than to get caught. But after a minute, I stumble into another tree, just as decrepit as before. What is happening? It’s the same tree as before - the exact curves, trunk, and gnarly branches. I start panicking, my breathing becoming shakier by the second. I don’t know what I’m doing. The darkness is coming and all of I sudden I realized I am terribly, terribly lost. I have lost the game. Game over.
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11/22 Daily Team Strike daily - 305 words
Dear Daily Team,
I understand you. Work is hard. Pay is bad. Life is also bad. And also management is bad. I completely relate to you; and I want to join in with your strike as well. Rights are important, and we have worker unions for a reason, right? We all deserve to take a break sometimes, and strikes are great for demanding rights. You have all the right to do that.
But let me show you something else that you can consider too: the campers’ wellbeing. Dailies give us something to write about, something to have fun about. Dailies are a way for us to express our creativity, something that lasts for a day but brings beautiful writing. Dailies provide motivations, happiness, and bonding for hundreds of campers; and without you, all this will be lost.
You are the only group that can provide that, and I mean it. You are precious and valuable in the way that you are the only ones that can provide all this happiness to us. And with this strike, our chaotic last-minute writing will no longer be. Our fun prompts will be nonexistent. We love dailies, and that’s a fact. And you guys are the only ones that can make this happen.
But your rights also matter: working is no small feat. This is why I promise a compromise: keep working and providing dailies for us, and we will appreciate y’all and give you lasagna donations (I know you can’t resist). This strike has really taught me the value of what you do, and I really hope you can consider this. Your rights matter, and with the lasagna donations, eternal gratitude, and recognition of your hard labor, I hope that we can stop this strike and work out a long lasting solution to this problem.
Forever yours,
Clev
Dear Daily Team,
I understand you. Work is hard. Pay is bad. Life is also bad. And also management is bad. I completely relate to you; and I want to join in with your strike as well. Rights are important, and we have worker unions for a reason, right? We all deserve to take a break sometimes, and strikes are great for demanding rights. You have all the right to do that.
But let me show you something else that you can consider too: the campers’ wellbeing. Dailies give us something to write about, something to have fun about. Dailies are a way for us to express our creativity, something that lasts for a day but brings beautiful writing. Dailies provide motivations, happiness, and bonding for hundreds of campers; and without you, all this will be lost.
You are the only group that can provide that, and I mean it. You are precious and valuable in the way that you are the only ones that can provide all this happiness to us. And with this strike, our chaotic last-minute writing will no longer be. Our fun prompts will be nonexistent. We love dailies, and that’s a fact. And you guys are the only ones that can make this happen.
But your rights also matter: working is no small feat. This is why I promise a compromise: keep working and providing dailies for us, and we will appreciate y’all and give you lasagna donations (I know you can’t resist). This strike has really taught me the value of what you do, and I really hope you can consider this. Your rights matter, and with the lasagna donations, eternal gratitude, and recognition of your hard labor, I hope that we can stop this strike and work out a long lasting solution to this problem.
Forever yours,
Clev
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Bonus Failed Dailies
Bestselling Bookstore - Alternate Stories
What would you do if you met Death?
Rachel’s lived a busy life. Working on her projects, schoolwork, and everything else she can manage, she has big dreams for her future. But, after a surprising twist of events, she goes face-to-face with death herself. When your hopes and dreams are cut short, what are you going to do?
What measures will we take to keep your loved ones alive?
The day that my husband died, I found him again. Because deep down, I knew that he was still alive, despite what the doctors told me. I slept on tear-stained pillows, but when I woke up, he was back.
SWC Acronym Daily
Sailing west cautiously. That was what wer were doing. We were sailing west to the oceans because three was a monster to the west and we were out there to vanquish the monster. We had to quickly saily west, but we also had to be careful because the monster had been known to kill people in the past before. That was why were were sailing west so cautiously. I quickly looked around. I was sad and happy and also kinda confused at the same time because I had never seen a monster before. I had to quickly sail and pull the ship to the west because there were some rocks ahead of us. It was a very quick call. I had to run and jump and duck and do all sorts of cool pirate things before but it was no use
Bestselling Bookstore - Alternate Stories
What would you do if you met Death?
Rachel’s lived a busy life. Working on her projects, schoolwork, and everything else she can manage, she has big dreams for her future. But, after a surprising twist of events, she goes face-to-face with death herself. When your hopes and dreams are cut short, what are you going to do?
What measures will we take to keep your loved ones alive?
The day that my husband died, I found him again. Because deep down, I knew that he was still alive, despite what the doctors told me. I slept on tear-stained pillows, but when I woke up, he was back.
SWC Acronym Daily
Sailing west cautiously. That was what wer were doing. We were sailing west to the oceans because three was a monster to the west and we were out there to vanquish the monster. We had to quickly saily west, but we also had to be careful because the monster had been known to kill people in the past before. That was why were were sailing west so cautiously. I quickly looked around. I was sad and happy and also kinda confused at the same time because I had never seen a monster before. I had to quickly sail and pull the ship to the west because there were some rocks ahead of us. It was a very quick call. I had to run and jump and duck and do all sorts of cool pirate things before but it was no use
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Word War with Surf! (382 words)
I’m a bad guy. I’m not a good person. It’s just a fact of life. I was born bad. I don’t have a single good thing about me. I like hurting people. I am evil. That is just the way I am.
But maybe I was wrong. One day, when I was going around and walking around aimlessly in the city with bad intentions in mind, I saw an old lady walking. I was thinking about what I could to because at that point I was walking to a party and I had bad intentions.
But before I could continue, the old lady started crossing the road. That’s a normal thing to do, of course, but there was no crosswalk where she was crossing. And it was a pretty big road.
So before I knew it there was a car that was rushing towards her, and she was obliviously walking forward. And the car driver did not seem to be decellerating at all. I was shocked, and without a thought in my mind I rushed towards the lady and pushed her back, exactly one second before the car came and moved past where she had just been one second ago. I was shocked. The car driver had almost just ran her over. But I had saved her. Maybe I was a good person!
But suddenly the lady started spitting on me, and I was shocked. She was angry at me because I had touched her and pushed her roughly. I was shocked, and started walking away. I thought that I had just did a really good deed, but I was wrong. The lady clearly did not need my help, and now she was angry at me. Whatever, I thought. I was a bad person anyway, of course what I did was not good. That is just who I am. Even if I had just saved her, I was not a hero, because some people are not born heroes. Some people are just wicked, even if they do good things. That’s just the way they are.
I walked to the party and thought about it and I thought for a long time and maybe I realized that it wasn’t me who had did the wrong thing. Maybe I had soem good in me.
I’m a bad guy. I’m not a good person. It’s just a fact of life. I was born bad. I don’t have a single good thing about me. I like hurting people. I am evil. That is just the way I am.
But maybe I was wrong. One day, when I was going around and walking around aimlessly in the city with bad intentions in mind, I saw an old lady walking. I was thinking about what I could to because at that point I was walking to a party and I had bad intentions.
But before I could continue, the old lady started crossing the road. That’s a normal thing to do, of course, but there was no crosswalk where she was crossing. And it was a pretty big road.
So before I knew it there was a car that was rushing towards her, and she was obliviously walking forward. And the car driver did not seem to be decellerating at all. I was shocked, and without a thought in my mind I rushed towards the lady and pushed her back, exactly one second before the car came and moved past where she had just been one second ago. I was shocked. The car driver had almost just ran her over. But I had saved her. Maybe I was a good person!
But suddenly the lady started spitting on me, and I was shocked. She was angry at me because I had touched her and pushed her roughly. I was shocked, and started walking away. I thought that I had just did a really good deed, but I was wrong. The lady clearly did not need my help, and now she was angry at me. Whatever, I thought. I was a bad person anyway, of course what I did was not good. That is just who I am. Even if I had just saved her, I was not a hero, because some people are not born heroes. Some people are just wicked, even if they do good things. That’s just the way they are.
I walked to the party and thought about it and I thought for a long time and maybe I realized that it wasn’t me who had did the wrong thing. Maybe I had soem good in me.
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Clev's SWC Writing Thread (November ‘24)!
Cabin Wars #2
I am sick of my homework. SIck of my life. But especially sick of my physics homework. I have been doing homework ever since I got home, which was two hours ago. And guess what? The only homework that I actually finished was my physics homework, which is kinda sad but also funny at the same time. I only had one worksheet with five questions, but I just finished the last one one minute ago. It took two hours because the teacher never taught us all this. Like was is spring gravitational potential energy? I had to take many hours to search up what it was in the first place. I know that if I got a question wrong then I would get 20 points docked off the homework, because it was graded on accuracy and not completion for some weird reason. I talked to my friend who also took physics but he did not even start his homework yet. He did not even look at it. So that is just my life. It is now 10pm because I got home at 8pm because I had a sports game, I’m a football player which is pretty cool but the downsides are the nights after games I get home really late so that is why I have to spend so much time doing my homework because I’m stressed and also tired. But that is just my life. So now I am not looking forward to this unit in physics because the topic is really difficult and I just know that I am going to fail this big test. But I know that I will be ok. I was really scared for my previous test but it ended up ok, so I have faith. Now only I have to do the homework in my other classes, which includes geometry, english, french, history, and one other class I’m forgetting. (317 words)
I am Bob. I am a toy dog. I am a very happy toy dog. That is just who I an. I was made in a factory four years ago and now I am in the room of a little girl named Hap. Hap is a very happy girl, and she was named because she was very happy and smiling when she was born. I think that Hap is a weird name because I have no idae what it means but I do know that Hap is not a normal name in the ENglish language. Anyways I am very happy that I am the toy of Hap because I am a very happy dog and Hap is very happy so we are very similar towards each other. This is a very happ world because we are all happy. But one day I was not happy. Hap had just come back home and she was crying and crying and sobbing and bawling her eyes out. She was very sad and she did not want to do or play with any of the other toys. Her mom did not know that she was sad because the mom did not really care about Hap, and also she named Hap a bad name so that is why I do not like the mom. I had to comfort Hap and make her seem happy and loved by everyone else. All i Needed to do was play with her but she was not wanting to play with me because she was sad in the first place. I tried to talk to her but she did not want to talk with me. I was sad. I told her about the happiness in the world and that if she played with us and the other toys then she would be a lot happier. But then she told me that a lot of kids in the school that she went to were bullying her and calling her names because she had a weird name. And when she told the teachers the teachers did not really care about her and they just let the bullying happen. Hap had no more friends because her old friends were also teasing her and she was just sitting in the lunch room by herself really sadly and she was crying by herself. So when she got home that waas what she was talking about with me. She was really sad and I needed to comfort her and I needed to do something that would make her smikle. SO I started singing a very happy song in front of her and she started smiling a little. It was the song that she sang every day when she was a little girl. It was a song about a kid and her dog, and I liked the song because It was very similar to our realtiosnuip. She is now happier. A
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It is a never ending summer. We have lived in this place for many months and it has always been so hot. I guess you can say that it has been a cruel summer. Curses! But it is okay because i like the heat. We have been used to the hot at this point, and some people have actually liked the weather for some weird reason. I guess you can say that they are hot to go, hehe. Anyways I personalyl do not like the heat. I was born in a cold place and I guess that is why I am constantly so hot and sweaty. The heat is making me cranky. I bet that it is because of climate change and global warming. Gosh, do I hate our policies and our carbon emissions. But that is ok, I guess. It will get better. Yesterday Susy told us that it was only 100 degrees fahrenheit, which was definitely an improvement! The past few days it’s constantly been 110 degrees which is pretty hot. I guess that is what you get from living in the year 2100. The earth is so much hotter. But it is ok (is it really?). Yesterday, Bob passed out in the heat. He was running for fun because he was training for a track meet but all of a sudden he just collapsed of heat exhaustion which is not really good.
He was just lying there for like an hour until someone saw him. The thing is, literally nobody goes out anymore because of the heat and also the poisonous gas outside. That is why we have to wear gas masks when we go outside. ANd the heat does not help either. So that is why Bob was just there for an hour because literally we all just stay at home with our gas masks and air filters. It was pretty bad because I heard that we was put in the emergency room, but it is going to be okay. I feel it. I feel like this summer is not going to end because it is literally December. We do not celebrate Christmas or anything else because we do not even see each other and also it’s kinda hot outside so that’s why.
And that is just life for us in the United States right now. I heard from my grandmother that where we live, Minnesota, used to be so cold. And there was something called snow that I do not really know what is. But she said that it was like white things that fell from the sky. I was thinking maybe of acid rain? But she said it didn’t hurt you. Which is kinda crazy because what falls from the sky besides acid rain? (460 words)
Ooh, this is a really good question omg I love music haha!! I don’t have a favorite song but if I had to say right now I’d say “That’s So True” gracie abrams And my favorite album is Pure Heroine by Lorde!! Or maybe folklore by taylor swift
I love this question, definitely utopian though because i’d rather be living ignorantly
Ooh there are so many for me, one that really sticks out to me is the outsiders, i just feel like it’s so beautiful because no matter how different we all are we have similarities too <3
Omg i love poetry!! I dont really know that many types if I’m being honest, but I love free verse because it lets you express your thoughts directly without any restrictions!! I also love haikus for their brevity and also blackout poetry (i did some in 6th grade and i loved it so much)
No i don’t play any sports but some things I do in my spare time are reading, biking, and just writing! i’m kinda boring if i’m being honest
This is so interesting umm i don’t really know that many off the top of my head, but many like the signing of the constitution!! or like an unsolved mystery or something!
For cabin wars: (help this is so out-of-context)
For my story:
umm I’m really liking a research class I’m taking!! It’s super cool because I get to investigate something I’m personally interested in.
Even if things aren’t okay, you are okay with them being that way!! Because there will never be a time where everything is okay, but if you’re ok with it being that way and you’re content with it, then i think that is when you are happy
yummmy!!! i love milk but i’m mildly allergic to it which is kinda sad but i love it so much!! literally one of the best drinks
AUTUMN 100% i love the vibe, the coziness, the cool air, the dark nights, the leaves, thanksgiving, halloween, literally everything about it is amazing
I’d love to have a cat one day
I have no idea loll, maybe a time when I was with my childhood friends because it’s been a long time and i’d want to remember them forever
food is so good omg, if i had to choose one then maybe chinese?? i really like it because there’s a lot of diversity in it (not like some countries where it’s just like bread or smth idk), there’s like noodles but also meat and dumplings and spring rolls and i’m sure there’ll be something i like from it
i have no clue haha, i’m just going to copy willow’s answer and say a scene from the hunger games; maybe the first reaping because it’s really iconic and it just shows how terrible it can be (in a good way)
drink LOTS of water and take a nap
ooh, i feel like it’s just so random and i just get it from my everyday experiences!! maybe something i saw could make me think of a concept, like a dragonfly tree or a bottled water landscape or something, or maybe just a random thought i have could do that
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I am a random person who is trying to write a bunch of words in a limited time frame because I want to get this war over with. I am hoping that nobody finishes these two hundred or so words before I do otherwise I will feel my efforts will all be for naught, which is not the case but still it will make me feel better if I am the last person who finishes the war and we are able to write even more words. I am stuck and trapped in a time loop and I am constantly using the computer and it is not even funny at this point but that is okay. Anyways I am hoping that I am at 100 words right now because we have to speedrun. Ooh, what if we beat the history of the most wars won in a cabin war ever? Because that would be rad and we would be cemented in the history books, oh my gosh that would be so amazing! I really hope that is the case. (178 words)
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