✎ intro

hey there, i’m peggy & welcome to my writing thread for the march 2025 session of swc !! click on the links on each of the days to view my writing for each activity <3 i might not complete many dailies/weeklies this session, but i will have other proof here too!

✎ dailies

» daily 2 (five word stories)
» daily 5 (anthems)
» daily 6 (constellations)
» daily 7 (critiquitaire)
» daily 10 (describe a picture)
» daily 11 (fairytale retellings)
» daily 17 (bad similes)
» daily 25
» daily 26
» daily 27
» daily 28
» daily 29
» daily 30
» daily 31

✎ weeklies

» weekly 1 - worldbuilding

✎ miscellaneous

» critique 1
» critique 2
» critique 3
» writing comp entry 1

Daily 2 - Five Words

‘Books, library, whimsical, explore, fantasy’

I stumbled through the rain, wind lashing at my face. I desperately clung onto my umbrella, my knuckles a pearly white from the sheer strength it took for me to make sure it didn’t blow away. I glanced up, and a sigh of relief escaped my lips.
I approached the library and scrambled up the steps, spraying water everywhere. I gripped onto the door handle with my numb hands and pushed it open. A pulse of warmth radiated from the small building. My body tingled with the sudden change from freezing bitter cold to soft, gentle warm.

“Hey, Rose!”
I gazed at the librarian fondly.
“Hey, May!”
She frowned. “You look soaked! Come on in and get warm!”
I grinned and accepted the invitation, curling up in front of the fake fire, the electrical flames casting long shadows across the floor. For a few moments I just sat there, soaking in the heat as it seeped into me.
“Anyways, what book is it this time?” She asked eagerly.
I smiled. “The Hobbit.”
She nodded. “Great choice. Well, I sure I don’t need to show you where that one is! You’ve borrowed it at least 10 times!”
“Well, you can never read a book too many times, Rose!”
She chuckled softly and started typing furiously on her laptop.

I hauled myself to my feet and confidently strode through the winding corridors, my feet sinking into the red velvety carpet. The weathered spines of the books lined the shelves, a comforting and familiar sight. I ran my hand along the smooth rich wood and a smile danced on my lips.
“The Hobbit.” I whispered.
I reached up one of the shelves, standing on my very tiptoes and grabbed the book. I pulled it down and looked at it affectionately.
That was when it started.

A rumbling in the ground, slowly growing to a crescendo of noise as the bookshelves wobbled precariously, armchairs toppled over and books littered the ground. My brow furrowed in confusion.
A dazzling light filtered through the gap where I’d taken out the Hobbit. The gap grew and the shelves adapted around it, vines curling u[ the edge of it, as it formed a door. A tiny one, fit for a toddler, but definitely a door. I laughed. What was going on?

I took a deep breath. I had to see what was on the other side. I lowered myself to the ground and started crawling through. Thorns scraped my back and pastel pink flowers tickled my face, but after a few minutes, I finally collapsed on the ground on the other side, panting.
I stood up, my legs shaky. The air smelled fresh and fragrant, the sky a deep sapphire blue. I let out a small gasp. Before me, scurrying around like ants, were hundreds of capybaras. It was like a city of them.
To my right, there was a small wooden sign which, in elegant cursive handwriting, said ‘Capybara Offices.’ There was a miniature forest, the trees ancient with twisted gnarled trunks, and through little gaps in the branches, I could see lots of little capybaras hard at work, some tapping away on phones, and some sifting through paperwork. I held back a laugh. My heart was practically melting.

Beyond the trees, I could see, stretching on for miles, vast fields of all kinds of fruit. There were raspberries and strawberries and blueberries and apples and grapes and oranges, even lemons! They all glinted like ripe jewels in the sun, as they got plucked off the branches by the animals, who were carrying woven baskets. Then, there was a line of them who would take the baskets of fruit to these huge metal machines, glinting in the sunlight, which had a sign saying ‘Fruit Processors’ on. Pipes led all the way around the back of me and to my left, straight into jars which were moving swiftly along on a conveyor belt. These all led onto another conveyor belt which led to a place signed ‘The Market.’

The market was bustling, vibrantly decorated stalls of all kinds of food and ornaments were crammed together as capybaras pushed through the streets, some with fancy handbags and purses, others just out for their daily shopping it seemed, with a bag saying ‘Be Cappy’ on it with sunglasses. I thought they were in different tribes. I could see some slightly lighter coloured ones selling all kinds of metal, some as locks, some just as slabs for building and some fashioned into intricate ornaments. There was another group which had more golden fur who were selling all kinds of vegetables in different ways. Some were selling them as pastes and pestos, some of them in preserved jars and some just raw. Along with these, other tribes were selling flowers in delicate bouquets, different types of materials and furniture, others wheat and bread and pasta, and so on. My favourite was the wool tribe, who not only sold the fluffiest wool, but also sold loads of crochet, macrame and knitted animals and flowers.

At this point, my brain was malfunctioning seriously badly. I could barely process what I was seeing, and all I could think about was how cute the little capybaras were with the twinkling eyes and their sleek fur and their tiny paws.
“Wow.” I muttered.
Every head turned to look at me. I forgot, since I was practically a giant in their world, they could probably hear me whispering like I was yelling. I tried to force out words, but I kept on getting overpowered by how adorable they were. In the end, I managed.
“Hi… I’m Rose.”


SWC March 25

1196 words <3
Daily 1 - Intro

Hey, I’m Silvi, an 11 year old (ALMOST 12!!) avid SWCer, reader, proud Brit and obviously, writer! I currently reside in the wonderful GMT timezone and I go by she/her pronouns. I have done 4 (I think) sessions so far and this is my fifth! My last session (Nov 24) was as a co-leader which was super fun!

As I just mentioned, I am an extreme bookworm, like many of the other SWCers. The most recent series I’ve read is A Good Girl’s Guide To Mu3der which is absolutely incredible, but the last book had such a massive and sad plot twist and I was so sad ( I’ve also watched the TV series which is also amazing and I can’t wait for the next one to come out!
Another book that I’ve recently read is called ‘They Both Die at the End’ which is really good and you have to read it! I also love Ruta Sepetys books, especially Between Shades of Grey and Salt to The Sea.
And, of course, there are many many more book series that I will always be happy to re-read! Some of these are KOLTC, Lord of the Rings, Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus (basically all Rick Riordan haha), Skandar and a lot more! If you have any book recommendations for me, feel free to comment them, because I would love some new series and authors to read. I know that a lot of SWCers love the series Six of Crows but I tried it and I didn’t really like it - sorry(!).

Another hobby of mine is music, both listening to and playing! Some of my favourite bands/singers are Cavetown, Laufey, Hozier, Orla Gartland, Mother Mother, Siames, Beach Bunny, Chappell Roan and like 50 more lol <3
I also love playing music! I’m working towards Grade 5 on flute, which I’ve been playing since Yr 3 technically but I missed like 2 years cos of covid (( I’ve also really recently started to take singing lessons in the past few months and I’m Grade 0 working towards Grade 3! I’m finding sight-singing really really hard, because I have the worst pitch ever (meaning I have the opposite to perfect pitch :skull:
I am involved in quite a lot of music group thingies like Stage Band, Flute Ensemble, Concert Orchestra, Choir and recently playing at my church which I really enjoy! I would love to learn to play the cello as well as I think it’s a lovely instrument, but considering I already play two instruments, I think it would be a massive ask for my parents to pay for another instrument and more lesson haha <3 My irl friend let me try to play theirs and I absolutely loved the way the bow felt against the strings (so satisfying!!).

When writing, my favourite genre to write in tends to be historical-fiction, as I just find it so interesting, especially when they’re set in war. I have written a lot of pieces based of refugees in war and I think it’s important that their hardships are recognised <3
I also really enjoy real life fiction and myth to write! And although fantasy is an extremely popular genre to write in, I find it my least favourite cos everything is just so heroic and I find it fantasy books, the main character is nearly always a ‘unique’ girl with long dark tangled hair who goes off on some big adventure, meeting unthinkable danger. I think everyone is unique and you don’t need to be special to go on a big adventure of your own.

WOW THAT WAS DEEP LOL

Now, for the food! My favourite foods are pretty much everything Asian apart from Madras curry - my mortal enemy! I love this dish called Chinese roast pork and I also love tomato balti and pad thai! I love paratha bread and poppadoms and samosas and rita and ramen and donburi and bao buns and so on! I also love this Russian dish called stroganoff.
Another food I love is tacos, especially the soft ones. Usually I have rice, cheese, sour cream, roasted onions and peppers, guacamole, refried beans, salsa, cajun chicken, lime and coriander! The crispy ones are also nice, but I recently had one and choked on a shard of it and I could literally feel it in my throat and it made my throat really sore (

Now the most important part! Dessert! My all time favourite is treacle tart which some people find overly sweet and cloying but I absolutely LOVE it and anyone who hasn’t tried it is deprived! I also love tiramisu, especially this pistachio one I once had, which was genuinely amazing! Other desserts I like are waffles, pancakes (especially with nutella) and a bunch of sorbets with a wafer <3 My favourite ice cream flavour is obviously mango, especially this mango and coconut cornetto I had in France which was amazing. They also had this groundbreaking, revolutionary, mind-blowing *drumroll*

CREME BRULEE CORNETTO!

Speaking of, I also love creme brulee which actually means ‘burnt cream’ but the bit on top tastes like caramel and is so satisfying to crack! I love having that in France! I’ve been to France quite a few times, especially considering my god family live there and I love it! I love the Mediterranean, the 40 degrees celsius every day, the endless mozzarella cheese, the pizza, the crepes! Honestly, I think I want to live there one day because I just love it so much! Unfortunately, I chose to learn Spanish, not French at school sooooo yeah </3
I am learning German on Duolingo, and Spanish and Latin at school so I would love to go to Spain and Germany to try out speaking it there! Germany especially, because I think it just sounds so beautiful, with snow in some parts, and lovely warm weather in others and I’ve always wanted to go there!

(I’ve just read through this and realised how I’ve made it sound like I go on holiday loads but I don’t, only every summer or so!)
I’m actually going to Rome though in October, which I’m SO EXCITED for! My friend has just been there and told me all about it and it sounds amazing <3
1k and I’m still going…. Wow

Ok, so I also love tea, and going to a tea shop and trying all the tiny cups of samples is like literal heaven to me, and I know that seems like a stereotypical Brit thing to do, but trust me, I am the only person in my year who drinks tea apart from my twin. (idk why i added this part lol)
I’m also trying to learn crochet and have currently made a little scarf with only one colour and one stitch (ribbed stitch) haha and these little octopi that don’t have eyes and i don’t the the tentacles are very legit :sob:

I’m so excited for this session, and all the cabins seem so cool!!
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading through this (you probably didn’t and are tired of me yapping on about myself lol) and HAPPY SWC!!

Thanks-yous!!!!

I cannot believe it’s the last day of the session already (( this was such an amazing time, and I already can’t wait for July to do this again. Now, onto the thank-you’s!

CJ: You were an amazing leader! You gave great feedback on my article, and did such a great job of running journalism how? I wish the session could have kept going so I could spend more time in the cabin. Thanks for doing such a great job.

Kit: You’re so nice I didn’t have many direct conversations with you, but you’re always so positive and made my day better. And of course, thanks for contributing as a co-leader.

CD: We didn’t talk much unfortunately, but I can tell the hard work you put into making journalism great. I hope I can get to know you better in the future. As always, thank you for being a co-leader!

Journalism as a whole: This was so fun! I wish I could have written thank-you notes to everyone, but my computer is missing 6 keys (rip Lili’s old one it fell down some stairs) and I will end up making some horrible typos. Y’all were just amazing as a whole, and I hope I get to be in a cabin with some of you next session, too!

Kevin: Truly, I can’t believe I didn’t thank you yet. You’re such an inspiration, and I’ll forever be proud of this session. From the time spent protesting censoring your name to the time spent protesting not censoring your name, thanks for being an amazing totally real and existent camper yup totally.

How to keep characters consistent in stories (Journalism article)

Characters. They hold up the base of the story, and can make or break a well-written tale. One thing readers are bound to hate? A cowardly character going off to fight in a war twelve pages after they run away from the main battle seemingly without reason. When writing, it’s important to remember that character development cannot happen in the blink of an eye. Or, rather, it can happen, but it won’t make much sense.
To keep the personality of a character consistent, you need to have a few things. One of them is motives. Motives are the reasons why the coward fought. Maybe he had sworn to protect one of the younger knights, even if he didn’t want to. Maybe he was made to do this as a punishment. Not only do motives help move the plot along, they also give depth to your characters.
There are many smaller things to keep in mind, too. For example, if Charles lives in 1830s London and somehow got sent to the future, he probably won’t start saying “Hey my rizzler alphas, what’s trending?” if he didn’t always talk like that.
You could also consider habits. Maybe it’s mentioned that Elizabeth bites her fingernails. This isn’t a major point of her character, but it’s a small detail that makes her feel more human. If you take things like that away, she’ll end up seeming like a cardboard version of a person.

Weekly #2

2654 words
In order, the prompts went:
“Write 150 words where an everyday object takes on magical properties”
“Write 150 words where a character experiments with new or unfamiliar technology”
“Write 100 words where a character learns something unexpected”
“Write 200 words where something bizarre or unexpected happens.”
“Write 200 words where a character is put in a dangerous scenario”
“Write 200 words of a character overestimating their abilities.”
“Write 150 words where a character works with others to achieve a hard goal.”
“Write 200 words where a character gets out of their comfort zone”
“Write 200 words about a character struggling to let something go.”
“Write 150 words where a message is received from an unknown person”
“Write 200 words about a character completely changing their appearance.”
“Write 100 words where something a character thought was great turns out to be bad.”
“Write 150 words incorporating meaningful music or lyrics into the story.”



“Psst…Sandra?” A voice came from the fruit bowl. Sandra sighed, and glanced over (well, perhaps glanced wasn’t the right word, but we’ll get to that later) at Ollie .
“What?” It wasn’t like she could do much.
“Can you just…move me over to you, so we can have a talk without shouting?” Ha. Shouting. Ollie was barely even whispering, he was so quiet.
“Fine.” Sandra imagined Ollie , encased in a glowing see-through green case of sorts, traveling to her, and there he was. The pencil sighed in relief.
“I swore I would never get out of there! You’re one great paperclip.” Ollie grinned, if that were possible for a piece of wood with graphite stuck in it to do.
“I am, aren’t I?” Ever since she had found out she could move stuff, all the other objects in the house kept asking if she could move them, despite a good portion having at least some mobility.“So what’d you want to talk about?”
Suddenly Ollie froze. “They’re back.”Already?
“I thought they were going to be gone for hours!” Sandra listened, trying to determine if she had time to send Ollie back before the inhabitants of the house laid eyes on them.
“Well they weren’t!” Sandra sighed and decided whatever Ollie wanted to talk about could wait. From down the staircase, annoyed voices rose.
It was times like these Sandra really wished she had taken the time to learn what all the noises humans made meant. She only knew they were called humans because of her sister, Dia, who had actually taken the time to learn it.
It seemed like days she and Ollie were immobile on that countertop, though in reality couldn’t have been more than a few hours. An object was placed on the far table, just out of sight of Sandra. Once the humans went up to another level of the house, she brought the thing over to her and Ollie . It was a rectangle, far larger than her but only a little taller and a lot wider than Ollie . The side facing Sandra was a smooth black surface, but its back had some sort of purple shell.
“What is it?” Ollie tapped the tip of his forehead on it, and jumped back in surprise. “It just lit up!” Indeed it had. The black top now showed an image of a mountain.
“So it’s some sort of photo-holder, then.” She wasn’t sure why it looked so blocky, but nonetheless, harmless.
“I am not a photo-holder!” An indignant voice cried out. Sandra flinched. This thing was able to talk? That never happened to new technology. “I am a state-of-the-art phone, thank you very much.” Sandra thought she had heard murmurings of something called a phone, but brushed it off as a piece of junk that would quickly fade from fame.
“Well, what’s your name then? All things have a name.” The phone went silent, seeming to be thinking.
“They do? I’ve never had a name.” It seemed surprised. “Well, I think I’d like to be called Flo.” It still sounded uncertain, but more happy.
Sandra nodded. “Well, nice to meet you, Flo.”
“It’s nice to meet you too…” he trailed off.
“Sandra. And that’s Ollie .” Sandra angled herself towards the pencil, who had been watching the affair without saying a word. Suddenly, Flo tensed.
“We should go.” Ollie and Sandra both looked surprised.
“Why?” Asked Ollie . He looked around as much as a pencil could, but saw nobody.
“It’s just…the erasers. They’ve come for me.” If Sandra could have raised an eyebrow, she would have. Who had heard of erasers being unfriendly? In fact, one of Sandra’s best friends was a pencil-topper.
“What did you do?” She dropped her voice to a whisper, staring at it. Flo’s screen dimmed uncomfortably.
“It’s best to not talk about it. We have to-” For the second time, Flo stopped talking. Everything fell silent for a moment, and Sandra swore she could hear scuffling. A spoon fell to the ground with a grunt.
Run Ollie started rolling away, falling towards the floor and the spoon. Sandra encased herself in the bubble, but paused. Flo had no way to move! He was trapped, just as the erasers must have wanted.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Flo hissed, hardly audible. “I’ll find a way to meet you.” Ollie was near the staircase now.
“This is ridiculous!” Sandra protested. “I can easily carry two of us!” Apparently, Flo didn’t care. His screen turned off, and no more voices came from it. “Fine! But I refuse to be blamed for this.” She floated away towards the stairs, picking Ollie up too.
“Where’s Flo?” As Sandra began to explain, she felt a prick in her side, and then she was falling. Ollie , nearby, was also collapsing towards the ground. Sandra scrambled to put the protection back, but found she couldn’t. Then the question was: what had popped her bubble? The answer came to her as she fell.
“The sewing supplies! They-they’ve got the sewing supplies to help them!” Ollie probably couldn’t hear her, and certainly couldn’t respond, but Sandra knew she was right. One of the pins must have broken the encasements. Still, she had bigger problems to deal with. Focusing hard, Sandra re-wrapped herself, and with a jolt stopped racing to the ground. Out of danger, for now, but only for a moment. The erasers and their allies could be anywhere, not to mention Ollie . All Sandra knew, he was captured, or injured, or something just as horrible. Oh, why hadn’t she just given Flo to the erasers? Maybe if they knew she had left him, she could live in peace. A flash of silver shot by. Sandra had to get out, now! She turned herself around, and gasped in shock. A whole camp, that’s what it was. Pins and needles chatted by sock and rubber band-made catapults complained, unable to move. Erasers moved around, encased in their own bubbles like Sandra’s, except theirs were a pale orange color. And there! Ollie lay on the floor, unmoving. Four playing cards leaned nearby, making sure either he didn’t try to escape or no one tried to rescue him. Sandra quickly devised a plan to save him.
As it turned out, nobody suspected a lone paperclip strolling into the fortress. Maybe fortress wasn’t the right word, then. Despite the differences in color, nobody batted an eye. Maybe they assumed she was another prisoner. But when Sandra made it within fifty pencil-lines of Ollie , she was stopped.
“Sorry, ma’am, but we can’t let you pass.” Sandra sighed, trying to look surprised.
“Well, why not?”
“We’re guarding someone.” The card gave no elaborations and Sandra tried to see who was behind him.
“Please, just let me through. I have business with him.” The captor chuckled.
“Sure you do. Trying to break him out?” Sandra was aware of the escape routes, and how the other cards seemed to be blocking the way out.
“No, no, of course not,” she said quickly. “Why would I ever do that?” It seemed as if her plan wasn’t working out as she hoped. She would have to run, and find a better way to free Ollie . She felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Just wait here. We’ll get the judge to see if she believes you, and then decide.” Sandra cursed silently. Of course this had to happen!
“Fine. But I didn’t do anything, you know. The judge ‘ll listen.” A chorus of laughter.
“Sure she will.” With a very impolite shove, or so Sandra thought, she was pushed into the circle where Ollie lay, still not awake. She glanced nervously at the sewing supplies. They didn’t seem to be doing much yet, but every object knew to fear them. At least the sewing machine wasn’t there…
Sandra sent one of her circles of green towards Ollie , trying to wake him subtly. Perhaps it wasn’t the most effective, as Ollie screamed.
“Shut up!” Sandra waited impatiently for Ollie to wake up. Finally, he spoke again.
“Why are you here?”
“I’m going to get us out.” Sandra scowled at Ollie. “With no help from you, apparently. We got captured by the sewing supplies!” She lowered her voice. “I have a plan, though.”
“Your last ‘plan’ got me into this mess.” Sandra rolled imaginary eyes.
“It’ll be fine. All you have to do is distract the guards.” Sandrs eyed a gap between the ace who had escorted them in and a seven of spades yelling at some yarn. Ollie snorted, but didn’t say anything. “Scream loudly or something, and I’ll lift us out.”
Not waiting to see what Ollie did, Sandra began to float towards the open space, hearing banging behind her. All the guards darted towards the noise. Sandra flipped herself so she could face Ollie, encasing him in the safety bubble, and then shot them up to the ceiling, which must have been hundreds of paper-clips high. She waited, attempting to catch her breath, when Ollie spoke up in a loud whisper.
“Look! There’s Flo!” Sandra peered down and noticed the phone trapped by what must have been thirty guards. Nobody seemed to notice the missing prisoners, but it was only a matter of time. “We should get him out.”
Sandra gaped. “What? He’s the reason we got into this mess!” Sandra wasn’t sure if she could lift three of them up without dropping someone.
“We still need to save him! What if the sewing supplies or erasers blame him for our escape?”
Sandra winced, nearing panic. “But I might drop us again! We can’t get re-captured!” Though all the objects below looked like specks of dust, she could make out that they were starting to notice the two were gone.
“I’m sure you won’t. And if you do, we can let Flo crash to the ground and forget this ever happened.” Ollie must have known that wouldn’t help. Sandra sighed.
“Fine. But when we get back, I’m leaving him.” Concentrating hard, she summoned Flo up. A rectangle-like shape began to slowly rise up. Within a few minutes, Flo was next to Sandra. He looked curiously at them.
“Why did you come to rescue me?” Sandra scoffed.
“We didn’t. You got us captured, and then Ollie insisted we break you out while we escaped.” Her voice was cold. “If it were up to me, I would have left you there.”
“I didn’t ask for you to help me,” Flo objected defensively.
“How ‘bout we talk when we’re on solid ground?” Ollie suggested in a hurry.
It took a little while for Sandra to navigate them back to the countertop, and once she did, as promised, Sandra left Flo nearly immediately once they touched land. Ollie rolled over to her, after finishing a talk with Flo.
“Are you sure this isn’t a slight overreaction? I mean, he didn’t try to-” Sandra cut Ollie off.
“He didn’t try to, but he did. How am I supposed to just forgive him?” Ollie somehow shrugged.
“I do not care if you do, actually. Just don’t be horrible about it, maybe?” Sandra took a breath. Sometimes she wondered how things had gone so wrong that she’d ended up with Ollie as a friend. Maybe she was just doomed.
“I’ll try my best.” Flo flopped over, looking concerned. Sandra tried to keep from scowling. “Why are you here?”
Flo sighed. “A glue stick delivered a message for you. Said it was from ‘D’.” Sandra looked at Flo expectantly. “Oh, right.” Flo laughed. “It said to meet them at dawn at the windowsill by the sink.” Who was D? Obviously, it was a code name, but for who? Sandra wasn’t exactly excited to meet a random thing she knew nothing about. What if it was a ploy to kidnap her again?
“What do you think, Ollie?” Sandra looked to the pencil for advice, but he seemed just as unsure as she felt.
“It’s a trap, surely. Or if not, there’s a thousand other things it could be, that are worse.” Ollie grinned. “I’m going, though.”
Sandra muttered something. “Of course you are. The message wasn’t even for you!”
“So come with me!”
“Only because I’d be minorly sad if you got trapped and I had to save you.” Sandra wasn’t actually sure how upset she’d be, but it certainly had to be at least a little.
That night, Sandra got little sleep, tossing and turning the whole time. She couldn’t shake the feeling she was doing something wrong…but it wasn’t like the erasers actually cared about her, was it? She would know about them coming. And the window wasn’t too far away. She’d be fine.
Flo set off before Sandra woke up, apparently going to live on the second floor, so it was just her and Ollie to make the trip to meet the person who had sent the message. They got there before whoever it was, which supposedly was good, but didn’t do much to improve Sandra’s mood. Without warning, Ollie gasped.
“Is that them?” Sandra shook herself out of her stupor.
“Who? Where?” Ollie pointed towards a paperclip Sandra didn’t recognize. That was strange. She could have sworn she knew them all.
“Sandra!” The newcomer smiled. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” That voice was vaguely familiar. No, more than vaguely…”Dia?” Sandra thought her sister had moved to the office forever! But this paperclip looked nothing like the sister she remembered. The silver sheen was replaced by a red layer of…was that paint? She looked slightly bent too, as if Dia had been hard at work for many months.
“Of course it’s me! Why do you look so surprised?” Dia looked down at her body. “Oh, I just got a makeover. Some kid dropped me…well, it’s not important.” Sandra shook the topic off her mind. It couldn’t matter that much.
“Why’d you want me to come here?” Dia seemed to light up.
“Sandra, dear, I just got back here recently, courtesy of some wonderful papers you know, and decided to meet you, but I got sidetracked. Look at this thing I discovered!” As if on cue, a huge, grey creature padded into the window, running fast.
“What is it?” Sandra cried fearfully. Ollie spun away.
“A cat. Pronounced kat.” Sandra wasn’t sure if she was supposed to know the difference between that. “Are you sure it’s safe?”
Dia laughed airily. “Why wouldn’t it be?” Just then, the cat swiped a limb out towards them. Sandra screamed.
“That is most definitely not safe. Nice to see you, Dia, but I’m leaving.” Sandra lifted herself and, after a moment, Ollie, into the air. Dia made a surprised sound–of course, she’d hadn’t been there when Sandra got the ability–and Sandra felt bad. It was one thing to leave Flo behind, but her sister? That seemed especially cruel.
Sandra lifted Dia up. Dia smiled uneasily. “I guess I was wrong about that.”
Ollie rolled his eyes. “You think?” Sandra placed them down on the marble countertop. “What’s that noise?” Sandra listened. Some tune of sorts was floating from the downstairs.
“Music? I think that’s what they called it.” Dia supplied.
“What’s it saying?” Sandra asked, remembering that Dia had for some reason decided to learn the language of the giants. Human.
Dia slowly translated. “I am so enthralled…no wait, excited, for this hour…” She stopped. “This is hard to do. I told you to learn it with me.”
“Are you lecturing me on this?”
“Yes, in fact, I am.” Sandra chose not to respond, instead trying to listen to the music. Although she couldn’t decipher the meaning behind the beat, it still sounded rather nice. Sandra could almost imagine she wasn’t near her terribly annoying older sister.
“Maybe I’ll learn this language one day,” Ollie mused.
“Please don’t. I’d be stuck with two of you, then.”
Dia, surprisingly, laughed. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?”



(Lili cannot write endings so that’s what you get rip)

Word war proof

271 words
The world rested in my hands now. I stared at the crumbling ruins of the city I once called home. It seems more like I made destruction then stopped it, but James must have told me to do it alone for a reason. Maybe he was still there, pinned under smoking building shatters. But I knew he was dead. They would never keep him alive, he would have found a way to escape.
“You’re not totally alone, y'know.” I turned and saw Lu, my friend who had helped me years ago, by my side, looking unharmed.
“How-what-why are you here?” I sputtered.
“I’m just great.” She laughed. “No, I went for a walk, to Spain, and when I came back here you are, looking very sad.”
“You went on a walk to Spain?”
“I didn’t say it was a short walk. I’ve been gone for nearly a year!” How had I not noticed? Sure, saving the world had taken up the majority of my time, but Lu was still one of my best friends.
“It’s good to see you.”
“It looks like you’ll need my help, now.” I stared at her. Lu was nice, of course, but what could she do? Walk the enemies into oblivion? Maybe she read the look on my face because Lu shrugged.
“I can do more then that, you know. I’m also a magician.” my friend? A magician? It seemed impossible, for one, but she smiled in a way that made me sure it was true.
“You didn’t tell me?”
“You would think I was a liar.”
“That's not true!” Lu didn't reply. Either way,

Character swap!!

351 words

Rachel tapped her foot on the floor nervously. Another test today. Was her life entirely tests? Whatever, it would be worth it when she was a doctor, helping people and making real changes, the way she’d always wanted to do. And when that happened, she could relax, take things slower. Her phone buzzed, and Rachel pushed aside the book she was taking notes on. A text from Destiny. Rachel sighed. She couldn’t hang out now, she had to work. Maybe another day. Rachel put her phone on mute and put her earbuds back in, listening to the study playlist she had been slowly building for the past few years.
It felt like only an hour, but when Rachel next looked up it was closer to three AM then eleven. Where had the hours gone? She slowly put her pencil down. Sleep was just as important as knowing the material, or so they said. Nobody else in the house was awake when she ducked into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She sat there for a long time, staring at the dim glow of the light flicking from her phone flashlight. It was almost the weekend. That didn’t mean she got off totally free, but it was a little bit of a relief, at least. Maybe she could talk to Destiny then, work something out. It felt like she never had time to do that anymore.
Rachel slipped into bed, her body tired but her mind was wide awake, buzzing with a thousand worries and hopes and wishes. What if she forgot the correct formulas? Or that theater class coming up…did she pay? Was her phone plugged in? Rachel had to stop herself from getting out of bed to check. Of course it was plugged in. She wouldn’t forget that.
Once Rachel finally managed to fall asleep, she had no dreams. Perhaps her mind was trying to compensate for all the work she did while awake, or maybe it was some other phenomenon she’d find out one day, but for now, Rachel slept until the blare of the alarm signaled another day.

March 20th daily

164/150 words
I can't write poetry :sob: at first I tried to remain serious but gave up around nine years old
I have no idea what the theme is supposed to be my brain is not braining
Enjoy ig


My first memory, I couldn’t have been more than two
Complaining, in the car, of a teacher who was ‘mean’
I do not remember if she was, only that I thought so

Another memory, three years later, I am writing
My binder is filled with stories no more than twenty words
I no longer remember what they were about

Next I am eight
Taking a test of sorts, for the first time
I forgot the questions, but remember the boredom of so many hours of sitting

Nine, the age of…something
When I was nine, I tried to write a book
Very unfortunately, I still have it

It’s been oh-so many years since I was
Nine or
Eight or
Five or
Two
And someday, I’m sure
I will forget the things I keep so clearly in my mind,
too

But that is a problem for another me
Another day
Until I am just a memory myself, and until the summer means a cascade of snow.

March 18th Daily

407/400 words

“Hurry up! What are you waiting for! Go to the comments and post the worst simile you can think of! Sorry, I was going as fast as a turtle. I didn't mean to rush you. Today, you will be posting some of the absolute worst similes ever. Once you have chosen a simile, you will use it to create your own story. This story must be a minimum of 400 words in order to earn 300 points for your cabin and if you post your masterpiece, you will receive an extra 100 points! I'm just as excited as a kid watching explosions five miles away from their house to see what you come up with! (that was a bad one)”

Simile: “The morning sun is as glorious as a bird tripping into a puddle”

“I really don’t get what you mean when you say the sunrise is stunning.” I glance over at Eli, shaking my head.
“Why not?” He doesn’t take his eyes off the horizon, watching the sky become painted with a thousand shades of purple and blue.
“The morning sun is about as glorious as a bird tripping into a puddle.” Eli only chuckles.
“How are you seriously comparing a star billions of years older than you to a bird?” I suppose it’s a rather erratic contrast, not that I’ll ever admit that to Eli.
“How do you manage to drag me out here every morning?” Eli doesn’t reply, and I don’t expect him to. We’ve spent nearly every day for the past few months, ever since it got warm enough, out here. I don’t protest, at least not until we’re already outside. I’ve always been a sunset person, but sunrises aren’t too bad. They’re better now that I convinced Eli to stop going on mile-long hikes to see the best views.
“When was the last time you saw so many colors?” I can actually think of a good amount of times.
“Last week or so. These sunsets all look the same to me.” I shrug. “Maybe I need glasses.”
Eli starts to say something, but cuts off. “Look!” He points at a fuzzy shape fluttering towards us, occasionally diving down. Eli looks somewhat concerned.
“Is it okay?” I don’t know the first thing about birds, and I doubt he does either, but it seems injured, if its style of flight is any indication.
“Couldn’t tell you.” We watch it for a while longer, as it flaps towards us, slowly growing larger. When I can nearly make out the color of the feathers, it dips down as if about to land.
Intrigued, I dash to see it, ignoring my minimal knowledge that told me touching wounded birds was probably not a good idea. Eli follows me.
By the time I’m close enough to detect more details, the sun has risen, providing me with extra light. The bird-which now looks to be some sort of Jay-is standing next to a puddle, and when it sees me it lifts its wings, probably meaning to get away but just ending up falling into a puddle instead.
I do not need to look at Eli to see that he’s laughing.

Critiquitaire yay

211 words

Hi! I’m so sorry for how long this took. I was busy and may have forgotten a bit. I really loved the way this was written and the overall vibe, so the advice I gave ended up being a bit nitpicky. Either way, I hope this helps!

I cleared my throat and raised my hand to knock, but the doors opened before I could.

To give a more vivid scene, you could do "…but the doors opened before my hand could hit the (cool brass/damp wood/other description)

Of course that’ll never happen.

I think “that will” works better than “that'll” to convey the meaning.

I whispered, feeling time run from my hands.

Veryyy nitpicky lol but “feeling the time run from my hands” makes more sense.

“You have to get out of here,” my father informed me once I loosened the gag. “You have to run!”

“informed” doesn't really capture the feeling here. Maybe ordered?

my world then tilted sideways. i was struck with pain unlike i’ve ever felt before, like i had been run over by a carriage, then ten times more.

I love how you switched to lowercase here/for the rest of the story!

i screamed, shaking the whole stupid castle.

I don't know how to phrase this without repeating one of my earlier suggestions but perhaps adding a word in between screamed and shaking could make it sound better? ("i screamed, the echos shaking the whole stupid castle)

“it’s always been beauty and the beast,” the man laughed lightly. “it’s your turn to be the beast.”

I love this line <333 This was a great way to end it.

Overall, this was such a good piece! I loved the concept and the way you executed it. Most of the things I talked about were small and probably didn’t affect the story much, but sometimes I guess I have to resort to that.

Weekly #2

1485 words in total
I did not proofread this

Part 1

I walk to Harper’s house, my steps slow. I am holding my journal tight. I must trust that she will keep it, not read it. Harper has never broken her promises, but this is an important matter. Nobody can see what’s in it before I’m done.
I knock, my hand hitting the hard wood with a thunk. It takes twelve seconds precisely before the door swings open.
“Maya!” Harper’s face is lifted in a smile. “It’s so good to see you!”
“You say that like I haven’t talked in a month. We saw each other yesterday.” I point out.
“Yes, but it’s good to see you anyways!” I roll my eyes. Without needing to ask, I step inside. Harper’s cat, Jackpot, purrs at me.
“I think he likes you more than me,” Harper complained.
“No wonder, after all, I’m obviously better.” Harper made a face. “Anyways, I have something to ask of you?” I hold out the journal. Harper grabs it, but doesn’t open it.
“Yes?”
“Can you take care of this for me? Just promise not to read it.” Maybe my face conveys that I’m serious, because Harper nods with confidence.
“Of course I will!” I grin. I knew she would!
“Thank you. Protect it with your life.” I don’t mean it, not really, but it’s the type of thing friends would say in movies, and I aspire to be an actor one day.
“Always! Now, want to watch a movie?” Harper sets the journal down on the table and walks over to the coach, talking the whole while.
“I just saw this new one and you’ll love it…”
(270)

I set down the notebook and stare at it longingly. No, that’s not the right word. Anxiously, maybe. I want to know what it’s hiding. If Maya trusted me enough to keep it, then I wouldn't read it. But I can wonder, oh yes. It’s simple, with a title in a fancy font that my brain refuses to decipher.
“What’s in it?” I say, and then realize that’s a silly thing to ask. The only other being in this room is my cat.
Jackpot stares at me in confusion, possibly wondering if I have gone mad. Or maybe he’s just hoping for treats.
I place the journal in my drawer and walk down the stairs, sniffing the air. Something doesn’t smell right. Is that smoke? No. It mustn’t be. My mother is out at the store, and my father is upstairs working, so nobody is cooking. It must just be my imagination. I shake my head and open the cabinet, looking for a snack hungrily. All that wondering has left my stomach empty.
“Hi Harper!” I turn around. There’s my sister, grinning at me.
“Grace? Why are you here?” It’s a stupid question. She lives here. Of course, I am always startled by my seven-year-old sibling appearing out of nowhere as it sometimes seems.
“I’m bored,” she says happily. Okay. Fine. The smell of smoke is getting stronger, coming from down in the basement.
“Maybe you should head outside for a bit,” I suggest. “Get some fresh air.”
“Why?”
I have stopped listening to her. Maybe, hopefully, I’m making things up, but there’s a crackling noise from below me.
Fire.
(270 also)


Part 2

Harperhapergodwhereisharper
My eyes scan the scene. There’s her sister and her mother and her father and even her cat but no sign of my friend.
Did she go back inside for that stupid journal? I don’t care about that thing just come out come out of that house with the fire and the screaming please please get out.
Harper’s mother is crying.
I am crying.
Everyone is crying.
There goes a firefighter. He says he will get her out.
I don’t know if I believe him.
If I hadn’t given Harper that journal. I told her to protect it with her life but I didn’t mean this!
No no no no no no this will not happen i cannot lose anyone else no no no
The man-the firefighter- enters. I don’t know why. It’s dangerous, is it not? Why would you risk your life for it?
For her?
I would, of course. But why would this man, who doesn’t know her even try? It’d be so easy to declare her gone gone gone gone.
Maybe he already has, and is only trying to save her to show off, to tell a sob story about the poor girl who died trying to get a friend's journal.
I bet he would never mention her name.
But no.
The man is back, and a body he is carrying.
Why is he carrying a body she should be walking feet on the ground walk walk walk wake up
Harper is wheeled into a car with flashing lights and I suppose she is still alive, then, but I do not know.
I hate not knowing.
(268 words)



Part 3

Harper! You’ve got to get out!


The fire is all around me. Vaguely, I am aware of the yelling of my name, the sirens, the people. But I am far too preoccupied with getting back to my room. I must get the journal! I have too! If I don’t, then this was all for nothing. Maya will never forgive me if I leave it.
Once I read that for many people, the fire is not what kills them. Nor is the heat. Instead, it’s the smoke, curling around, wrapping its hands around your neck until it’s impossible to breathe. So I crawl, slowly back towards my room.

Where is my daughter?

I am almost there. Though the doorway is mostly hidden by the fumes, I know it’s nearby. Years of walking down into my bedroom has kept my navigation skills sharp.

The yelling of my name, the sirens, the people.

I am lucky. The flames have not yet reached my bed, not yet lit up the journal and turned it into ashes. I must get to it, or all is lost.

We’ll get her out, miss.

I have made it! The journal is in sight, or will be soon. I just need to open the drawer, and find a way out. The window, perhaps. I feel a hand on my shoulder. Why is there a hand on my shoulder? Nobody else should be here.

Come with me, girl.

I try to turn, I really do, but the exhaustion is getting to me. And it’s only exhaustion, it can’t be anything else. I won’t allow it to be. All movements are in slow motion, as if I am moving through a pit of tar. Is that the expression? I can’t remember.
The last sensation I feel before the hand lifts me up and I collapse is my finger wrapping around the journal.
(311 words)

Part 4

Maya is my bedside. The hospital bed, to be specific. I guess I made it out of the fire. By the way she yelled at me, I half wish I didn’t.
But there is no yelling now. Just me and Maya and the beeping of the hospital machines. I do not know who thought it was a good idea to leave children (teens, she would protest, but it is a trivial difference) alone in a room full of things that could end up doing major damage.
I don’t think we could cause any harm. I’m too injured to do much, still, and Maya would never. Still, it makes me question the qualifications of this place.
“When will you be out of here?” Maya’s question breaks the silence.
“I don’t know. Whenever the doctors say, I guess.”
“Wonderful.”
I can’t tell if Maya is mad at me. She’s happy I’m alive, I know, but sometimes I wonder how much she likes me. A lot of the time I wonder why we’re still so close after all these years.
“I’m sorry. It was dumb of me to try and get that journal.”
“It really was. I guess you’ve never been known for your smarts, though,” How kind, this girl is. I don’t reply, instead thinking of the fake leather-bound notebook I nearly died to rescue. Maya has it back now. Secretly, I think it was worth it. Worth getting hospitalized, at least. Not worth death, or anything or the sort, but I lived. Probably won’t even have any long-term side effects, aside from some trouble breathing. As I have been reminded countless times, it could have been so much worse.
“I wish that thing never existed. I should have kept it on a computer or just memorized what was in it.” I never read her journal. When she asked me to keep it, and not to read it, I promised I wouldn’t. I always keep my promises. But now I am curious.
“What…what was in it?” Maya does not look surprised.
“A scrapbook of my dragon.”
“You have a dragon?” Maybe the doctor’s got it wrong. Perhaps I have a concussion, too.
“Yeah. His name is Ronald.”
“Oh.”
(366 words <3)

March 16th daily

“Today is your lucky day! You've gotten the exclusive opportunity to create your own SWC mascot - whether it be another ibex, goose, or even a turtle (help- I forgot that Gurtle was a turtle when writing this), let your imagination run wild! After you've come up with your own mascot, you're going to be hosting a little interview with them. Ask them any questions, both serious and fun so that the rest of the community can view their responses. In order to complete this daily, write an interview script of at least 550 words where you are interviewing your newly created mascot. Completing this daily will earn you 350 points, with an extra 150 for sharing proof.”
557 words

Lili (smiling): Welcome to the latest Scratch Writing Camp interview, with the one and only Wendy the wondrous, whimsical, duck!!
*very staged applause, Wendy rises up from the ground on pedestal*
Wendy: Hello, everyone! I’m so glad to be here, after my rise to fame recently. It’s been a whirlwind, for sure.
Lili: After your ascend to fame, you say. Could you tell me what that was like?
Wendy (speaking slowly): Well, it was after the great cabin wars, when we thought all was well. Only then….only then did we realize the greater threat.
Lili: Who is?
Wendy: Kev*n. He tried to steal all our mangoes. But I knew something had to be done. It really wasn’t an act of heroism, it came naturally.
Lili: I, along with many others, do think you a hero, though. How has your life changed, since then?
Wendy (avoiding everyone's gaze): Well, I’m now a mascot of this fantastical camp. I have titles, too. ‘Wendy the bringer of mangoes’ ‘She who vanquishes Kev*n’ things like that. I’m still getting used to the attention, you know. I went from an innocent duck to a hero in mere minutes.
Lili: Let’s move to a different topic, now; Mangoes. You’re in charge of them, yes?
Wendy (beaming): I am! It’s hard work, but I’ve installed plenty of….did you hear that?
*slight creaking noises can be heard from behind the stage*
Lili (uneasily): No, is something wrong?
Wendy (unsure): Must have been my imagination. As I was saying, I’ve put new security equipment around the vault, to make sure nobody can hurt them. The mangoes are as safe as can be.
Lili: All of SWC is glad to hear that. May I ask how you plan to continue being the mascot in the future?
Wendy: Soon, I’m going to host a mango party! The details are still being worked out, but I can promise you it’ll be great.
*there is a pause, as if Wendy is realizing that everything has gone completely silent*
Wendy (confused): Lili?
*the lights go out, and the interview stage is plunged into darkness*
Unknown voice: Wendy. You escaped me the first time. Now you will not be so lucky.
Wendy (shakily): K-kev*n? I thought you were gone!
Unknown voice, now revealed to be Kev*n: I am never gone. You were foolish to think you could get away.
Wendy: I was. Now it’s time to deal with you, once and for all.
*dramatic fight scene lalalala*
*Wendy turns lights on*
Wendy: Where is Lili? And the film crew?
Kev*n (from the floor, groggily): You’ll naught find them!
Wendy: Why did you say naught?
Kev*n: Why is that your main concern?
Wendy: Tell me where they are!
*the very same pedestal Wendy came up on begins to rise*
Kev*n: Fine! Have them back! But one day I WILL get the mangoes!
*Kev*n disappears in a flash of bright blue light, and all around him mangoes fall to the floor. The camera falls and for a moment everything is static, before Wendy picks it back up.*
Lili: You did it again!
Wendy (softly): But at what cost? Look! He’s taken a mango!
*One mango is missing from the vault*
Lili (concerned): Well, we should wrap up this interview. Thanks for watching!
*End script*

Crit for @SussyLegWarmers-

227 words of crit.
I loved this ahh! It was really well-written, and aside from a few small details I think it's great. So sorry for the wait lmao.

Her soft light shimmering, as if her gaze was soft, gentle almost.

You might want to replace soft as it's used twice, though I have a feeling this might be a vibe I'm missing :sob:

Her words, left unspoken as she had no mouth, which were reflected through her changes, were so comforting. Almost like a warm hug.

I think changing it to “were reflected through her changes, and they were so comforting” makes a bit more sense. Also, adding a comma between comforting and almost flows a bit better I think. That being said, it may lead into run-on sentence territory so do as you wish.

I described your comforting presence, which brought me so much warmth, so much comfort.

Comforting was used recently (see above crit), so another word (for example soothing) might be better. You also say comfort at the end, and it sounds a bit repetitive.

The sparkle in your eyes, which I so fondly loved, and now missed….The sound, so melodic, yet now bittersweet.

The “…” means that those sentences are not directly one after the other, the first one being having about two other sentences before the next one, but you still used “now” in quite a close proximity. Maybe “and still missed” could replace it.

She was there, not as a therapist, but there to help the lonely.

The way you said that sounds a bit stiff. “She was there, not as a therapist but as a helper of the lonely.” is a change that personally sounds better.

She reminded me of you in that aspect, she truly did.

I don't think the “she truly did” part is super needed, since we already know the moon reminds you of her.

That's all I have for you! Hope this helps!

March 15th daily

293/250 words
“Is that the sound of fanfare? For today’s daily, give your character a throne and a palace, since it’s been decreed that they will rule for one day! For 250 words and 100 points, write about whatever their majesty sees fit: royal edicts, national holidays, or even silly laws! You can earn an extra 50 points for sharing.”

“What are you going to do?” Sapphire looked up, bewildered.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re queen. You have to do something with that power.” Tori grinned. “Everything is at the tip of your fingers, Saph!” The girl-the queen, for now-buried her head in a mop of unruly hair.
“I’m not meant to be any sort of ruler! Why don’t we just crown you, and see how long this place takes to turn into a dictatorship?” We all know it’s hardly a step away from being one.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“Stop it! I’m trying to be regal and you’re distracting me! I could arrest you for treason, y’know.” Tori looked aggravatingly unconcerned. “Get that look off your face. If you really want to rule-” she broke off.
“What? Please tell me all the ways to seize power. No wonder you were second in line.”
“It’s just for a day! This was a reward! I’m still the second in line!”
“Remind me why your mother ever thought this was a good idea. You’re a hot mess and it’s been-” Tori checked her watch- “ten minutes. Just don’t start a war and it’ll be fine. If you happen to make some minor laws and such, well, who cares?”
“Such as what?”
“Oh you know…” Tori waved her hand abstractly.
“Do I?”
“Just fun stuff. Perhaps proclaiming everyone should build a gold statue of me and rename this place City Of Tori? No?” Sapphire did not look amused.
“Enlighten me, please, why would I ever make a statue of you?”
“Someday I’ll teach you to read the room. Or the palace. Whatever. Just sleep. Ignore life for twenty-three more hours and pretend it never happened.”
“You really give the most helpful advice.”

March 13th Daily

487 words
“When words fail you and actions are naught, then rely on nature’s gift to us: the language of flowers. Falling back to one of our favorite classics of intrigue and vintage beauty, write 350 words of a story utilizing flowers and their meanings, weaving in at least 3 different blossoms for 250 points.”
Flowers featured in this story: Sweet pea (departure), Rose (love), Forget-me-nots (love in absence), Oleander (Beware), Marigold (grief)

Nervously, Maya twirled a sweet pea flower. Tori had given it to her before she left, promising to be back. It was a strange choice, wasn’t it? Not roses or, her personal favorite, forget-me-nots, but a white, small blossom she had scarcely heard of, although Maya had to admit, it was quite the eye-catcher.
Now, though, it had nearly wilted, both from Maya’s movements and the weeks since Tori had left. Maya didn’t know where she was, or what she was doing. Just that Tori had promised to be back. Soon. It had to be soon. The only thing that stopped Maya from filling a missing persons report on her was the present. Once it fully crumbled, if there was still no word, she would do something. Get in contact with Tori’s family or the authorities or whatever it took to get her back. Maya simply refused to lose anyone else.
Days later, Maya was doing the exact thing, though the flower this time was practically just a stem. Still nothing from Tori. Maya sighed. She got up from her seat on an old worn couch and began to dial a number, for the mother of Tori. She didn’t know her very well, but had it saved because Tori, for whatever reason, insisted on it. Her fingers hovered over the dial button. What if this was stupid? Perhaps Tori had simply decided Maya wasn’t good enough, and went off to better things. Maybe this was ridiculous. Maya refused to believe that, though. She had just pressed call when there was a swift knock on the door. Maya turned her phone off, heart racing. What if Tori was back? Oh how she hoped Tori was back.
But no. Instead, on the doorstep a paper note lay innocently, pinned down by a pure white flower, an oleander if Maya’s assumptions were correct. She moved forward to grasp it, but paused. Somewhere inside her, a memory stirred. Oleander’s were toxic, able to even kill humans. Probably not to the touch, but Maya decided it was best to be careful.
After numerous attempts, Maya managed to get the note inside, leaving the plant out. She peered at the note, first skimming it and then reading it what must have been a thousand times.
Maya, darling, stop looking.
That was it. Four words, with no signature, in a swirly handwriting she didn’t recognize. Stop looking? What kind of advice was that? Tori would never tell her to stop! She would say to keep going until Maya figured it out, no matter what the cost. She stared at the paper, a pale white with a drawing of marigolds on the side. The drawing was unmistakable for anything but the work of Tori.
None of the pieces were matching up, but Maya understood one thing.
For better or worse, Tori was as gone as the sweet pea flower that Maya had twisted into nothing.

March 12th Daily

281 words
Title (by @babyyoda1546): “I'm in the thick of it everybody knows” were his last words
I am so sorry this did not turn out right you get gay brainrot chaos instead

“Today, we come here to celebrate the memory of Riz Lure. He lived a long life, dying peacefully in his home at 89 years old. He lives on in his daughter, Al Fa-Lure.” The air was solemn, tears flowing down Al Fa-Lure's face. Slowly, she got up to speak.
“I was with him when he died. He always talked about the importance of words, so I chose to share them. They were…” she paused, holding back a sob. “I’m in the thick of it, everybody knows.” Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Silence fell over the crowd, and a cloaked figure stepped in.
“Who are you?” Al demanded. Delu Lu, Riz Lure’s cousin, pulled the hood down.
“SIGM ABOI!” Al stepped forward with anger in her eyes. “How dare you come here, after all you did to us?” Her voice was hollow. “I hoped I never see you again after the great mew-off of 2024.” She had swore to get revenge, and now was the chance. “Leave before I get my aura out…” Sigm Aboi did not look frightened.
“You do not have any…now let’s get this funeral back on track. I want to pay my respects to him. He almost won the mew-off, ya know.” Sigm admitting she had almost lost? Impossible! But it seemed like so. “I’m your age, not his. He almost beat me. It took all of my aura.” Silence.
“I forgive you, and I think Riz would too.” Al smiled warmly, her joy breaking through her sadness.

TWO YEARS LATER…

“Sigm Aboi, do you take Al Fa-Lure to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Sigm nodded.
“I do.”
“Then I pronounce you wife and wife.”

March 11th Daily

610 words
“The legendary fairy tales- stories of old, a riveting narrative that stands the test of time. Today, we'll be taking these magical tales and turned a revitalized twist on it! Write 400 words for 450 points (an additional 100 for proof), writing a retelling of a fairy tale. Perhaps Snow White prefers guavas over apples? Or the Big Bad Wolf is simply misunderstood? The possibilites are endless!”

Once, a long time ago, there was a girl, a princess in fact, named Snow-White. She grew up with her evil stepmother, who was jealous of her beauty that seemed to increase everyday. One morning, the queen hatched a plan to stop the girl. She ordered a servant to take her out into the forest and dispose of the child. The servant tried to do as told, but couldn’t force himself to kill her. Instead he left Snow-White, hoping beasts or cold would take care of her instead. But as Snow-White wandered the woods fearfully, she came upon a house. After sleeping in their beds and eating their food, Snow-White found it was the home of seven dwarfs who made their living by mining gold and silver. They allowed her to live with them, and Snow-White grew into a young lady, safe from the queen.
One day when the men were out at work, Snow-White was fixing the house up, humming happily. Out here, she was safe from her evil stepmother, and would never have to deal with such things again. As the girl settled in, picking up a novel, she heard a knock on the door. Strange, because everyone who knew she was here was out. Snow-White’s common sense told her to hide, but fearing it was a peasant who needed help, she opened the door to see a wrinkled old lady, though in reality this woman was not an old lady at all, but the stepmother in disguise.
“Why hello. What brings you here?” The lady was holding a basket of apples, as red as blood on a cloud.
“I heard of a girl living all alone in the woods, and I thought that I shall bring her some apples.” Snow White was not foolish. She had been told many times by the dwarfs she lived with to not take food from strangers, lest it be poisoned or worse, but the princess didn’t want to be rude.
“How do I know this isn’t a trick?” The lady chuckled, making the apples roll in their holder.
“I will eat one, to prove it.” Carefully, she selected a fruit out and took a bite. Snow-White still looked unsure. Her stepmother was getting impatient.
“Quickly, Snow-White, or those dwarfs will come back!”
“How do you know my name?” The queen’s eyes widened, knowing she had been found out. She opened her mouth to come up with an excuse, but was hit with a jolt of pain.
“Did you just punch me?” she sputtered. In fact, the queen’s forehead was already changing color, as well as shifting back into her real body. She lunged forward, but the door slammed shut. An hour later, when Snow-White had finally gotten the courage to go back out, all she saw were apples, strewn across the perimeter.
The princess lived many more years in that cottage, eventually meeting a man. She never did go back to the kingdom, and never did see her stepmother again.
When the queen returned to her kingdom, she found that she had made a fatal mistake. While gone, a prince from a nearby kingdom had overthrown her, and worse, nobody seemed outraged. In fact, it was apparent that there had been no protest at all. The stepmother tried for her throne back, but against the army of the new king, was forced to retreat and has not been seen since.
So the tale comes to a close, but there are many more ventures of Snow-White, such as the time the fair maiden discovered a lost jewel, or when she nearly began a war. But those are all tales for another day.



First Weekly Of The SWC March 25’ Session Out Now! (journalism newspaper)
(note: wip)
The Polar Bear team released the first weekly on the third of March in the Main Cabin, with a focus on worldbuilding. Part one required campers to write three hundred fifty words describing their world’s culture, though some wrote as much as a thousand words. After they got a grasp on the creatures, stories and traditions that made up the lands, it was time to find out what it looked like. The next section required no words, but instead asked for three aesthetic boards that showed important landmarks, biomes or festivals. When the camper completed the task, they moved on to writing five hundred words on a piece of technology exclusive to their world and a conflict that arose because of it. To wrap it up, they were asked to write a minimum of eight hundred words about someone living in the world they created. These worlds varied greatly, from lands where people lived in fear of places without people at all.
The minimum amount of words is one thousand six hundred fifty, which evoked much procrastination. Some members of swc finished the weekly within a day, whilst others gave up on it or asked for extensions knowing they didn’t have the ability to do it in time. This weekly earned two thousand points for every completion, offering an incentive into doing it. Once finished, it could change the spot in cabin rankings, as many of the gaps in cabin points are as small as two hundred and with the session having only started recently, many cabins are trying to pull ahead. Overall, this was a highly anticipated weekly that challenged participants in Scratch Writing Camp to create their own worlds, complete with culture, languages and technology.

March 10th daily

“You've probably heard the phrase ”A picture paints a thousand words“. But since we're writers, we can also do the opposite. While you hopefully won't be writing one thousand words today, pick a random picture and write however many words describing it and telling its story. However, there's a twist! Did you sleep enough during cabin wars yesterday? Well, the amount of hours you slept for indicates how much you need to write. To complete this daily, write 1200 - (hours slept x 100) words, the least amount of words you can write being 100. Completing this daily will earn you 400 points and an additional 100 points for sharing proof.”
Hours slept: 8
Amount of words needed: 400
Amount written: 504

I’ve been here long before your rise. You may be human, whose species rules the world, but your life is short and painfully fragile. A wrong step, just a slight misclick, and it’s gone. I’m sure you’ve walked by my family before, cousins or siblings. We have watched you, for humans grow nearly as slow as humans. Not quite, but almost.
I cannot remember what year it was when I first sprouted. My sense of time is not like yours. I can grasp the passing of it, estimate, but numbers are lost on me. All I know is my branches began to turn towards the sun many generations ago. Humans were there, of course, but very different. They did not have those devices you use to cut down my mothers and fathers, and mostly you stayed away from me. Times have changed, though, and I am no longer in the same world I was born to. I can accept that. Change is as natural as my leaves falling each year are. I fear more for others, for humanity, yes, but also for the squirrels that clamber up my trunk, for the robins that nest in my branches. When I fall, whether it be by storm, man or else, where will they live? I am a provider of life, a protector, but someday I am bound to fail. This scares me, because it is inevitable. I will lose eventually, and then what will be left to care but a rotting heap of wood?
Not for a good while, though. I will watch you until then, as you laugh and age and finally vanish into a coffin or ignite. I will see you and I will relish in the fact that I have managed to make it another day in this world. As much sorrow as I feel for every death, I rejoice, because it means I have one less to protect. I will only be ready to leave when I know my job has been done. I will vanish, and the stories I carry will follow.
I don’t forget anything, as a matter of fact. So when I die, the loss will be grand, not that you could ever know what I do.
As old as I am, my memory has yet to fail. I recall a young boy brushing his hand against me, laughing with friends. He was dressed in red, a dull brick color.
I have in my mind the moment when a man knelt down and asked his partner to marry him. She said yes, after much tears. I will never lose the expression of elation that decorated his face.
These are the good memories, the ones I am happy to carry on. I have worse ones, whom I would not feel bad if I forget, but I never will.
Sometime soon, though, I will leave the place you call earth and all of the memories, the good and the bad and the horrific will go too.
It could always be worse.

Crit. for @BwnnyRxbbit

Total words: tbd

Hi Sihan! This is such a creative concept and I really enjoyed reading it. I have a few grammatical suggestions and things I think you could do to make it stronger, but this was a fun read.

Even though Chloe is excited about being an adult she is extremely nervous to one thing, being submerged into the water by a Waterist.

You might want to change this to “was” as a bit later you say “Chloe was…” and this helps keep the tone consistent. Also, “to one thing” This could be changed to “for” or “about”, which fits better

She was surfing when she fell of the board and has unable to stand up due to the strong waves and currents.

Don't forget to add the other f! It'd be off the board I'd also suggest switching “has been unable” for “was unable”.

She also hit her head when she fell of and couldn’t stand until the lifeguards came and rescued her.

I'm starting to feel like an English teacher but don't forget to add another f to make it off!

Ever since then, Chloe has been an outcast of the entire country!

Personally I think a period would be better punctuation at the end than an exclamation mark, but that's mostly personal preference.

She starts sweating, then for heartbeat goes up and then she faints.

I'd assume this is a typo, so replace the “for” with “her”. You could also replace it with “for a moment her heartbeat went up” if you want to keep the “for”.

“What’s wrong, dear?” she asked. Chloe still sobbing replied,

Don't forget the commas! It'd be “Chloe, still sobbing, replied,”

“I’m scared to get submerged.” “Sweetie, being submerged is one of the best experiences a citizen of Aquaril could ever have,” said her mum.

Not a huge thing but generally you'd press enter when a different person talks. (not gonna say this for every line of speech ofc, that'd get repetitive, but generally you start a new paragraph for every turn.)

"Woah, calm down! That isn’t going to happen.” Said her mum.

Since you said “said her mom” you'd add a comma so it would look like “That isn't going to happen,” said her mum.

Kid’s at school make fun of me for never going to swim lessons.” added Chloe after catching her breath.

This would be kids plural, as it is not saying kid has something. So you would write ‘kids’. Also, the proper form for the sentence is “…swim lessons,” added Chloe.

Bullying is totally not okay.” Said her mum in a determined and comforting voice.

“…not okay,” said her mum. (sorry for pointing it out every time, I find it can be hard to catch these on your own)

“Stand up, look it the mirror,” said her mum.

Typo I'd assume but “Stand up, look in the mirror,” said her mum.

“I see a person who is scared and…. is stranded inside their own thoughts,” said Chloe whimpering.

Add a comma between Chloe and whimpering! “said Chloe, whimpering.”

“Well, is this the kind of person you want to become?” asked her mum softly?

You might want to end it in a period, because the question was expressed in the dialogue.

“No,” said Chloe in a slightly more motivated tone.

As in the previous sentence you use the same format, maybe replace it with “Chloe said.”

“You’re going to do it tomorrow bright and early,” said her mum as she walked out closing the door.

Walked out, closing the door. *Also, to add more emphasis, you could add “closing the door softly”, “closing the door with a creak”, or something else to convey a stronger emotion.*

Tomorrow morning, Chloe woke up from another nightmare.

Since your writing is in the past tense, saying “the next morning” would make more sense.

She has been having these nightmares everyday for the whole week related to drowning.

“Has” is in the present tense, and most of this story is in past tense. I'd change this to “had”

“Chloe, are you awake?” came the found of her mum.

I believe this is meant to say “fond” as in affectionate.

“yes,” sighed Chloe with a sick feeling in her stomach.

- “Yes?” Chloe called with a sigh, a sick feeling in her stomach. - Might work better here

Chloe’s blonde hair shimmered down to her waist and her blue deep eyes shimmered.

Since you already said shimmered only a few words ago, some adjectives that could replace it are “glowed” “twinkled” and “sparkled”

She looks just like a classic Aquaril girl.

To keep the tense, replace looks with looked.

She looks just like a classic Aquaril girl. Chloe and her parents arrived at the Aquch.

To show there's been a change in time and location, make a new paragraph.

“Are you ready?” called out the waterist greeting them as soon as they walked in.

“ ”Are you ready?“ The wateriest called out in greeting as soon as they walked in,” fits better here

The water felt very cool and healing, and Chloe was feeling relieved to finally be in a pool.

To keep with tense we'd put “felt relieved”.

Suddenly the water leapt into life and the water started making her do tricks in the water. The water felt nice and smooth against Chloe’s skin, and she was actually starting to enjoy herself.

A few things lumped into one comment lol. “Suddenly the water leapt to life” is a bit of a jolt. “The water started to almost come alive, making her do tricks in the water.” personally works a lot better. Since we just said “the water” you could change it to simply “It felt nice and smooth…”

“I suppose we can,” replied her dad giggling.

This feels more like the end of a paragraph than a story. “I suppose we can,” her dad replied, giggling. Though it had been hard, Chloe didn't regret being submerged at all." Gives a more concise end

That's all I have for you today! I enjoyed this story and the whole concept of your world. Hope you have a good day!

March 8th daily

Total words: 470
“Today is International Women's Day! With that in mind, we're going to take the day to recognize and appreciate the outstanding accomplishments of the women in our life. Whether it be a family relative or somebody you look up to, today, you're going to be writing them a 300 word letter, thanking them for all their resilience. Complete this daily to earn 250 points and an additional 150 for sharing proof.”
I ended up with two letters lol.


Dear K,
If you were to tell me last year today that I was writing a letter to you (albeit one you’ll never read) for international women’s day, I would have laughed. I’ve always loved you, of course, but I never considered you particularly nice to me. You were far too busy for me, though you’re there’s only a few years of an age gap between us. In the past few months, though, I’ve come to appreciate you more. As T is getting older, and I doubt I’ll be as close to him ever, simply because we never had the chance to be friends, you’ve been stepping up, helping around the house. You do things I wouldn’t even think of doing, and though I’ve complained about your attempts to do miscellaneous things to my hair, I know you’re only trying to be kind. When I was younger, I used to complain endlessly about you, and I admit I still sometimes do. But I’ve come to notice all the times I’ve been needlessly rude to you are forgotten within the day, a skill I am simply unable to do.
It’s starting to sound like I’m just jealous of you, though. And I am, perhaps, a little bit. I wish I had your skin and your friends and your grades, but I would never want to take them away from you. We already look far too alike for my taste, and I can’t afford to make the gap any smaller. Seriously, do you know how many times I’ve been stopped by someone calling out “(name)” only for them to realize it’s me? Or, worse, “Hi (name’s) sister” since you started telling all of your friends to do that.
I’m veering into complaining, again, so I should keep this letter short. Thanks for being an awesome sibling and friend.
-Lili, aka (redacted)

Dear R
I’ve already written one letter, but you deserve your own. We’re not super close, I know, just friends who talk about the weather and that math test and how we will ever learn that formula. Still, every time I see you I feel better. Your smile, as cliché as I know it is to say, makes me want to smile when I see it. I know if you weren’t so friendly, if you hadn’t managed to ask me how my day was going (granted, it may have been easy for you to say, but I admire it nonetheless), we would never have become friends. I don’t know how you do it, being equally kind to all. I’ve never seen you make a single rude or passive-aggressive remark, even when I certainly would have.
This is hardly more than a few words, but that’s all I have to say. You’re an amazing person, don’t ever stop being great.

Sincerely,
Lili

Critique for @-NightGlow-

This was really well done! I enjoyed reading it a bunch and thought the tone was very compelling. There were a few minor things, mostly word replacements and such (though you might want to take those with a grain of salt considering the amount of times I said something and talk), but overall it was great!

I have a friend who writes about 96 different things to do each night.

You already said night a few sentences back (It's 11 o'clock at night…), so you might want to consider swapping out that word for something else, or switching the one you used the first time.

Maybe less than 5.

The “maybe” feels a bit out of place the way it's said. Just “less than five” or perhaps “Maybe five” would make it sound a lot smoother.

Society encourages us to set lofty goals, ones which may even seem unachievable…

In the next paragraph you talk about realizing it can't happen a bit later. “Ones that are oftentimes, unachievable.” Or something similar might work better.

Simply put, if we set ourselves up against unrealistic expectations, it’s an unwinnable fight…

Mostly a person pref but unwinnable right after unrealistic sounds a bit stiff, maybe replace one of them with a word that doesn't start with “un”.

Time to add on the personal project you decided to prioritize this month and the course you signed up for in the name of “self-improvement”

I might just have bad reading skills but it took me a second to figure out what “course” meant (my mind went to the texture). You might want to consider adding a word saying what the course is about, although I'm sure if this was read aloud or in another context it would make more sense lmao.

That's all I have for you! Sorry for how short it is (254 words of crit.) but I found little issues in this. Hope you have a good day!

March 6th daily

“Ancient sailors and wayfarers looked to the sky to guide themselves using the very same constellations we see today. There are currently 88 recognized constellations, so for 450 words and 350 points (plus 100 points for sharing), write about one of these starry collections for this SWClassic daily! You can write about the mythological meaning behind the group of stars, their role throughout history, or the constellations themselves—reach for the stars!”

One of the most well known constellations in the night sky is The Great Bear, or Ursa Major, and its counterpart Ursa Minor. Its story takes place long ago, in a place called Greece.

The day is late in the forest, a warm breeze shifting the leaves, dappling the ground a thousand shades of green. You can almost hear voices, coming from far away…

“Callisto?”

“Yes, Zeus?”

“Hera has found out about you. It is not safe.”

“Where must I go?”

“You can stay here. I’ll simply disguise you.”


The thunder god Zeus had a problem with cheating his wife, Hera. He did it a lot and wasn’t too good at hiding them. As Zeus was the king of the gods, Hera couldn’t do anything to Zeus, so she took revenge on the women he cheated with, and their children. Zeus’s most recent was a nymph named Callisto. Even worse, she had a child newly born, Arcus. To protect her, Zeus turned Callisto into a bear and took Arcus to be raised elsewhere, never knowing of his real mother.
Many years later, however, Callisto was still a bear roaming the forests and Arcus had grown up.

“A bear!”

“Arcus, you get it.”

“She doesn’t look very happy.”

Most people know not to fight a bear, but apparently Arcus did not. He and Callisto were going to end up killing each other.

Zeus, seeing the situation, took Callisto and Arcus and thrust them into the sky, forever placing them as constellations, Arcus as Ursa Minor and Callisto as Ursa Major.

So, in summary, Zeus cheated on Hera and to save the woman he cheated with and cover his tracks, he turned her into a bear. Years later her son almost killed her and they were turned into constellations.

Another version of the story does not tell that Callisto was turned into a bear to be saved from Hera, but by Artemis for breaking her vow of chastity. Or, in some stories, Hera turned her into a bear as vengeance. There are more versions, I’m sure, too.

Ursa Major is a relatively easy constellation to see. If you look at the Big Dipper and loom at the three stars that make up the handle. In the Northern Hemisphere it is visible year-round, but in the southern only parts are able to be seen.

Though Zeus never truly turned Callisto into a bear, and though Arcus got turned into a constellation, these stories live on every day that you spot the Great Bear and her son, in all the retellings and versions. One of the original constellations known since seemingly the beginning of time, Callisto lives on in the tale that originated thousands of years ago.

March 5th daily

Dystopian thriller and myth did not deserve this <3

Dystopian

Dystopian, whom we shall destroy befriend
Thy false utopias and revolutions upend.

Their points on the leaderboard gleam
You will (not) be overtaken unless in a dream.

We stalk their comments with great fear
For the word count is too high to not leer.

Oh Dystopian have you escaped
From the land of horrible restraints.

Where the hospital keeps you trapped
An unjust prison of perhaps.

I write this anthem so you may be free
Sing this song as the plot progresses ye.

Your glorious city
Rises up, not at all bitty.

But inside it a secret there is
I’m not sure what, I know it exists.

The smoke is thick
How will you not get sick?

I am not there, so it does not affect me
But this song is about thee

So I bid you good luck
In your avoiding the duck

If there is a duck
I mean, that would be quite a puck.
157 words

Myth
Athena probably exists in this world
So I ask her to grant you some wisdom
And motivation
To write the weekly yes.

In the cabin of myths, they rose from the bottom
Still second lowest but I have faith they will rise
Whilst chanting this song
For it is a vibe.

I trust you will prevail
In the storyline that you run
It will be great fun
If not, then you must be wrong.

Myth cabin! Where you! Do myths! And other things!
I am writing this to ask for some help
Do not war us, and we definitely totally no cap be merciful
That was a lie.

But you guys are amazing
Are really cool
So I’m writing this
To say that you’re great.

Enjoy scratch writing camp
Please do
And yay myth cabin
I have run out of things to say.

BUT I still need more words
So this is goodbye I guess
Goodbye.

156 words


Thriller

Thriller! The cabin in first place.
Thriller! Hunger us

One of you is sus…but who?
In the games we can only trust ourselves.
Do the tasks and get out.

Thriller! Call an emergency meeting
Thriller! Because I have a guess

One who the imposter is.
And if you didn't cringe reading that
Good job.

Thriller! I really like saying
Thriller! How did you get so many points?

But like really!
That’s very impressive!
And it gives me a thrill
To see you in first place!

Thriller! It’s a very creative story
Thriller! Very thrilling

Thriller rhymes with killer
Which what you’re doing on the leaderboard
This may or may not be accurate next week
But it is right now!

Thriller! It pains me to say, but
Thriller! You are paving the way for victory.

Just do good for the rest of the month
And win!
If you win I said it first
Remember: I’d say thriller will win if I were in it.
Words: 163

Word war proof (also March 4th daily)

On a warm summer day, it is not uncommon to hear bees buzzing a melody over the cerulean skies, rushing home towards the hive. Lilies do sway in the wind, their colors vibrant. The comfortable air will quickly carry laughter towards a quaint village on the seaside. The village was named Sorals, after some long-dead conquistador that nobody seemed to know much about. The people were friendly, full of stories. Go up to any townsfolk, whether it be a child or elder and ask them a question, it is a sure bet you will hear a tale you won’t forget. Even something as simple as a name could be spun into a legend, and why wouldn't it be? Name’s do have meanings. Every evening the night lit up with specks of light- fireflies as they are called. The youth would rush around, trying to grab them and giggling whilst the adults watched and chattered, their voices accompanying the crickets.
When the families had retired back to their homes, the nearby forest came alive with creatures of all kinds. Insects and birds led a symphony from the trees, but the beasts that terrorized other towns never seemed to stray near or stay long, and when the sun rises all signs have been era (time ran out)

Weekly 1: Worldbuilding

Total words: 1914



Part 1: Intro (390 words)
Welcome to the city of Hanul! (pronounced HAN-oohl.) In our language it means “Glorious day,” after the rainstorm that brought us water following a drought. The downpour also caused many floods, but that’s for another story. Sometimes people call us the Running City, because of claims that time slips away far quicker then it would elsewhere. We’re a very diverse city, with 500,000 or so people and the same amount of tales and culture from each one.
Everything in Hanul has a meaning. Names are chosen based on attributes you want your child to have, or off family names, but there is always a reason. Every child knows about their ancestors, and those with names similar often say they feel a special connection to them.
Do we have any festivals? Of course we do! The Day, or rather Days of Water Festival is held in the midst of the rainy season, and for three days our city has a party and celebrates the water, and the fact that we have it at all. Then, on the fourth day, those who are able and willing go down to the farms in the outer part of the city to help grow crops. Some see if as community service, others think of it as giving back to the river by using its resources. We have a smaller holiday that takes place on the first of every 3rd month. Nobody can remember why we started doing it, and there’s not an official name, but you’re certain to get work off on those days.
Our government is a council, with each of the seven sectors of Hanul electing one member on the board. They make all important decisions by vote, and we in Hanul are largely satisfied with our way of ruling now. Though, every so often I hear whispers about a newer member of the council trying to turn it into a tyranny. I wouldn’t worry about it, it’s probably just rumors.
Most of our population lives alongside the Hidden tracks, called that because it’s quite easy to move in and forget that you have a train right alongside your house due to the extreme quietness of it.
Some residents think the Hidden Tracks are haunted, but I don’t believe it. I suppose it’s up to you to decide what gossip you believe.


Part 2: Aesthetic Boards (179 words)
https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1141313260/


Part 3: Technology (508 words)
Due to a recent influx of people coming into the city, inventor Julie Bobbet invented a device that can translate all languages into the owner's language, allowing for quick and easy translation. Unfortunately, Julie was not fluent in every language, and an issue quickly arose with whomever had programmed one of the languages -Wilin, to be specific- had decided to make it always translate to the most aggressive version of themself. “How are you?” became “You look horrible,” and even the most innocent remarks were spun into insults. At first this was only a minor annoyance, but as the use of the tool grew, so did the problem. Once, in fact, it almost started a war.

Hanul had good relations with most of their neighboring nations, and met with the leaders often to discuss important decisions. On this particular day the leader of Winallow, General Han, was coming to discuss a group that had been causing disruptions all across the land. Han only spoke a little bit of Hanuli, so he was issued a Bobbet Chip in order to avoid the need for a translator (who still attended, but only to record the events, which turned out to be quite helpful). As was recorded both on the Bobbet Chip Log and by the translator, the meeting started off by greeting each other and some minor chitchat. As was noted by the recorder, nothing seemed to be going wrong. Once the serious discussion began, though, everything went downhill. Here is an excerpt of the same part of the meeting, one from the Chip Log and the other from the translator/recorder.

Chip Log.

Gen. Han: Your city must be weak if they can not keep lowly thieves out of the city.

Translation (by person fluent in both languages)

Gen. Han: These thieves are weakening both our regions.

The meeting escalated until security had to step in, with General Han promising his country would not stand for the insults, the council members thoroughly offended and the translator baffled at what had occurred. When Julie was interviewed, she admitted to having trusted an anonymous friend with adding Wilin to the database. Julie was let off with no charges on account that she fixed the errors within a week.
Though there were protests that a week was far too short (or too long, by some) to fix the issue, Julie got it done quite easily.
At that point, General Han had begun to prepare for war, and the council knew it had to intervene quickly. They sent a letter, carefully reviewing for any signs of hostility before letting it go, and sat back, hoping.
It was to Hanul’s luck that General Han was either very forgiving or very forgetful, because he called off the war near-immediately, claiming he had never intended to start one anyways. The people of Hanul laughed, but ever since then the Bobbet Chip has seen a small but steady decrease in its sales. Julie’s reputation never fully recovered and translators are finding it easier and easier to get a job.


Part 4: Story (837 words)
I wrote most of this at 12-2am so apologies for any mistakes and the general basic-ness of the plot lmaoo. I’m gonna be away until like midday tomorrow and I wanted to get it out.

Hanul. Alexandra had finally made it. It had been a long trip, nearly a week on the Hidden Tracks, but it had been worth it. It’s…very large. The city popped out of the barren desert, visible for many miles before arrival. Where’s Chloe? Chloe, Alex’s long time childhood friend, had moved to Hanul recently, and decided to invite Alex there for a few days. Her life being quite dull, Alex had eagerly accepted, and it only now dawned on her that her knowledge of Hanul was…limited, at best. Alex checked her watch and sighed. It was only eleven-twenty. Chloe and Alex had planned to meet up at one. That left her with an hour and forty minutes in a city where she could barely speak the language and certainly didn’t know enough to get around. She could have gone to Chloe’s place early, but part of Alex wanted to stay on her own for a little bit, just to see what Hanul was like.
I suppose I’ll get something to eat. Chloe and Alexandra were going out for dinner to catch up, but a snack many hours before that wouldn’t hurt.
Alex wandered the streets for a period of time, taking care to avoid any places that looked possibly suspicious. She eventually settled on a crowded diner called The 360 Bakery and Cafe. If I’m going to get into trouble, it won’t happen here.
A waitress quickly came over to her seat, and Alex ordered a coffee, unsure of what food she would enjoy. All the options, even ones that should have been familiar, seemed foreign. Alex was unable to decide on a meal. The waitresses seemed to sense that, and suggested some assortment of meat and fruit that Alexandra couldn’t pronounce with a look on her face like that happened a lot.
The food came quickly, and turned out to exceed Alex’s expectations. She was informed that it was one of Hanul’s best-known dishes, adding to her growing sense of uselessness. How had Alexandra managed to do so little preparation for this trip that she didn’t even know their food? Alex finished her food quickly and left the shop, paying with the currency of Hanul. At least she had the foresight to get money.
Soon Alexandra was back on the bustling streets, all the feet kicking up dust that was brought into the city and making it hard to breath. She had an hour left before the meeting with Chloe.
Alex kept walking, gripping the sky blue purse she always carried tightly. She wasn’t very worried about being stolen from, Hanul had one of the lowest crime rates, but it did still have crime. You could never be too safe.
Alex’s eyes scoured the many storefronts, looking for a place of interest. Gelato…souvenirs…a bookshop. Alex had never been a reader, but she enjoyed the stores, and this one was reasonably large. How hard could it be to get something from a bookstore, anyway?
As it soon became apparent, it could be quite hard to buy a book from a store.
It started normally enough. Alex pushed open the small door that led into a main room with three other doorways leading to other subsections and bookshelves on all levels. Alex headed to the mystery section. When she had read books as a child, Alex had enjoyed those the most, although she could admit it had been a good while since her school days.
Despite the size of the bookstore, there weren’t many others in the shop, so it had a peaceful quietness, very unlike the 360 bakery Alex had left. The air was light, a welcome break from the suffocating pollution that lay outside the entryway.
A small bell chimed when Alex walked in, so the lady at the checkout desk looked up and smiled, telling Alex to let her know if she needed anything.
The shelves were colorful, painted a candy-pink, and books were crammed into every corner. Not just books; magazines and videotapes could also be seen. For a moment Alex paused, unsure of where to go, before striding over to a table that held new releases. She couldn’t read all of them, but more than a few books were in her native language. It was a very well stocked store. Alexandra was examining a book by an author she had heard of, considering if it was worth the money, when she felt a buzz in her pocket. Was it already time to meet up with Chloe? A quick check of her watch confirmed it. Alex must have spent more time than she realized in the bookstore. I guess they call it the Running City for a reason.
Alex placed the book back on its stand carefully, then hurried towards the exit. The door closed with a soft thunk and Alex made a mental note to return soon. Maybe she could get Chloe to come too. Alexandra wasn’t sure she would ever wish to live in Hanul, but it was certainly worth the visit.

March 3rd daily

Total words: 401
Prompt: “I love brunch- waffles and juice and fruit, oh my! Brunch is what's called a portmanteau- combining two words to create a new word that contains the meanings of both of your original words, like cosplay (costume and play) or smog (smoke and fog). Comment three words and then claim two words someone else has commented. Combine those two words and write an advertisement for your new creation! Your ad should be at least 350 words to earn 300 points for your cabin, plus 150 if you share proof!”


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March 2nd daily

“Quick! Go to the comments of the main cabin and post five words of your choice for someone to use in a story. Then, pick someone else’s five words to use in a story of your own! Write 300 words to gain 200 points for your cabin, and an extra 100 points if you decide to share your lovely writing piece with us.”
My words (by @Dawn-camps)
Ice, willow, necklace, secret, luminescence
Edited slightly. Total words are now 337.

Ice cracks under my feet as I run. I do not know what I am running from, but the pounding from behind me encourages me to keep going.
I round the corner on a street.
How long have I been going for? An hour? A year? Time is meaningless, but my exhausted mind can piece together one thought: I can’t run forever. I am already tired, my chest heaving hard, The silver necklace I always wear gripping my throat.
A dog barks from inside an enclosed yard.
I do not dare look behind me, so I must rely on other senses to determine what is after me. I decide it is human, because no can creature breathe in exactly that fashion, but I am lost on the details.
Up a dandelion-covered hill.
More so, I want to know why they are after me. What has happened to make me an enemy?
Past the old willow tree.
I am not disliked. I have not committed any crimes. One of the qualities I pride myself most on is my ability to stay calm and be pleasant to everyone, even if I don’t particularly want to. I don’t have a horrible secret. I have zero enemies.
The sound of my chaser is getting louder.
It is possible that whomever is gaining quickly on me does not know me, either. I don’t know their intentions. Maybe this is all a prank. I hope it’s a prank.
Nearing the woods.
It started with a simple jog. I enjoy running, really. When I first noticed the person behind me, I didn’t think anything of it, and even slowed down a bit to let them pass me. When they didn’t, I looked behind myself and saw nothing. That’s when I sped up.
The brambles are thick.
I can’t keep going. The moon has risen, lighting up the woodland with its luminescence. Now or never.
I turn to face my pursuer.

March 1st daily/1k intro

Hi, I’m Lili! This is my first session of swc, and I’m in journalism (#Journalismftw). I intended to write this hours ago but I was really tired so I’m doing it now instead. I’m guessing it’s gonna be a ton of rambling.
I didn’t proofread this so here we go!!
I’ve loved writing for pretty much my whole life (I remember in kindergarten reading a story I wrote to my mother) but I only began doing it as a hobby and outside of school in the past few years. My other hobbies outside of writing include reading, sewing and have no fashion sense.
I live in the EST time zone, so as I’m typing this it’s 7:20 am. Considering I live in the northeast, right now it is winter. Despite my birthday being in winter, I have a burning hatred for it and can’t wait for the summer, or at least the spring.
I’m a teenager, though my spelling makes me seem like a fifth grader (spellcheck my love) and my birthday is the 21st of February. I’m the youngest of three children, and have an older brother and older sister, my brother being five years older and in college so I don’t see him much, and my sister being two years older.
I am entirely white lmao, I live in the USA and my grandparents came from Ireland and Italy respectively. I hate most Italian food, probably because I hate marinara/really any sauce and therefore I only eat plain pasta, no-sauce pizza (which is actually really good and wow I use way too many parentheses) and the like. If I’m being honest, I’m a very picky eater, though not as bad as I used to be.
I didn’t feel like taking a 16 personality quiz, but I’d say I’m an extrovert. I enjoy being around people if I like them. Unfortunately I get annoyed very easily, not so much online as in person. I’m a little blunt, though I try to blame it on my autism.
I have a very different personality online, and can attest to that because if I even slightly sense somebody may be upset at me online I will cry but if that happens irl I will ignore it and/or not pick up that they’re mad.
My favorite number is 82, because my Synesthesia says it’s yellow and I like yellow (other reasons too but mostly that lmao).
I mentioned earlier that I like to read, so time to yap about that. My favorite book is hard, but I really like sci-fi/fantasy/dystopian books. Specifically I like The Hunger Games and the first seven chapters of The Giver, which I’ll elaborate on soon.
My favorite parts of books are the intro/worldbuilding parts, where you get to hear about the place a character lives in, especially in fantasy type novels. As a whole, I like The Giver but don’t love it. The first 7-ish chapters, though, when we get to hear about Jonas and his village? I read that section about once a month. I should probably stop doing that and read those books on my bookshelf that I bought six months ago and never read.
I like nonfiction books too, and often read some about my interests. (Halfway there!!!) My interests include: dinosaurs, gemstones, and various animals, so in summary I’m secretly a nine year old.
But I really do have an obsession with dinosaurs, I can tell you a lot about them. My favorite dinosaur is a Diplodocus, a type of Sauropod. It’s not just dinosaurs, though, I love any creatures from before human times.
My music taste would probably be like folk music? Idk, I have a pretty wide range of songs and artists I like. To directly contradict my first statement, my top artist on spotify was Chappell Roan, which works because I am a ✨ lesbian ✨
Just realizing I never said pronouns or anything, so I use any pronoun but she/her, though if you use she/they or something I don’t really mind. Officially I identify as somewhere on the nonbinary spectrum and technically I’m not a lesbian as I’m not a girl, but nonbinary is close enough. I don’t really think about it much because it hurts my brain.
I got a sewing machine recently for my birthday, and haven’t yet decided on what to make. Previously I hand-sewed some stuffed animals, but I’ll need better fabric at some point. I’ve hand-sewed like 20 felt dinosaurs though so I’m most likely just gonna make more.
Like I said in my first or second sentence, I have no fashion sense. In the winter I wear sweatpants and sweatshirts that are typically either grey or black, and in the summer I wear t-shirts and shorts. I could dress better but I’m always too tired to try when I wake up.
I have 200 words left and am running out of stuff to say…I have a dog named Mia, she’s a mix but picture a small black lab with short fur and that’s pretty much her. She loves to wake me up in the middle of the night to walk her.
I’m agnostic, meaning I believe if there is/are god(s) out there, we won’t find out in my lifetime for sure and probably not ever. I celebrate holidays like Christmas and Easter and even went to a religious school for a year, but that’s more of a family thing. (And why would I turn down presents and chocolate bunnies?)
I only have 100 words left to write now, so I suppose I’ll talk about what I look like (not in enough detail to endanger me or anything). I have central heterochromia, which is where my eyes are two different colors, each having a sort of outer ring (for me blue) and inner ring (for me brown). I’m 5’8 I believe, and have pretty much always been tall. I have brown hair and get irrationally annoyed when it’s called blond.
And that’s 1,013 words, thanks for reading.

(Words: 1013)
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Part 2: Turning something here into a location.
I chose the number 82 because I couldn’t think of anything and 82 gives these vibes. 82 is a library, somewhat empty but very welcoming. It’s quiet, and the people are all studying. When you walk in the door, you’re greeted by a staircase and elevator that seems to go up forever, and once you finally get to the top, the roof is made of glass and you can gaze at the stars. The temperature is always 65 degrees fahrenheit, warm but not hot. If you enter the children's room you see many books in all languages and you can hear laughter coming from nearby.
(Words 115)

Total words of daily 1: 1135

I don't need to claim a thread bc I made a personal topic here:
https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/808953/

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hiiii i'm not claiming a writing since i'm writing my personal topic here https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/809152/?page=1#post-8424915

about me - please call me ally/ or kerou if you're art moot/mutuals/friends w/ me - she/her - infp-t - saggitaurus - traditional/digital artist - I'm in cabin adventure

Claim :D
That wait was- Intense. xDD

Claiming this spot IG

dailies & weeklies

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> 3/1 - 229 words

hello, i'm ambrose. my pronouns are they/them. i operate in the utc time zone.

i read & write, and i'm an ampersand enthusiast. i'm currently reading frankenstein for my book club. some of my favorite book series are an ember in the ashes by sabaa tahir & the radiant emperor duology by shelley parker-chan. i read mostly in the fantasy & romance genres.

when writing, realistic fiction & romance are my genres of choice. i consider myself a short story & poetry writer, but i plot & write novellas when the mood strikes. the novella i'm currently working on is called tell (me) the truth. it's realistic fiction, young adult, & lgbtq+ romance. the main characters, ren & lois, are childhood friends who had a falling out. now, they're getting a second chance.

apart from that, i also enjoy making collages, both digitally and physically. i have meticulously crafted p#nterest boards for all of my interests.

i'm currently watching squ!d game & alice in borderland with a friend, and the ultimatum on my own time.

i'm currently playing fire emblem: three heroes & doki doki literature club. my favorite card game is taco cat goat cheese pizza.

this is my fifth session of swc since march 2023. i was in poetry (march ‘23), non-fi (july ’23), fairy tales (nov ‘23), fantasy (march ’24), and now adventure (march '25).


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★ㅤdailies

d1﹕link - ≈1200 words - no points counted
d2﹕missed it
d3﹕link - 464 words - 450 points
d4﹕word war
d5﹕missed it
d6﹕link - 489 words - 450 points
d7﹕critiques
d8﹕link - 406 words - 400 points
d9﹕missed it
d10 - d13 ﹕sch camp
d14 - d20 ﹕missed it
d21﹕link - 465 words - 450 points
d22﹕missed it
d23﹕link - 407 words - 400 points
d24﹕missed it
d25﹕link - 279 words - 450 points
d26 - d30 ﹕missed it
d31﹕link - xx words - xx points

★ㅤweeklies

week 1﹕link - 1908 words - 2000 points
week 2﹕link - 1600 words - 2500 points
week 3﹕missed it
week 4﹕missed it

★ㅤothers (will include word wars, writing comps, critiques)

word war﹕w/ @slyscribblingfox039 - link - 79 words - 0 points (lost)

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i have made a thread for my ownself <3 https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/809260/?page=1#post-8426179

day 1 - 1/3/25 - 1k intro!
hello there! nice to meet all of you my name (not in real life, online name) is reiane, and this is my 1st swc session. i've always wanted to participate in swc, and since my school holidays are coming up, i'll have more time to do so, so why not? that's why i'm here hahahah…
i'm from journalism #JOURNALISMFTW!! and i'm so excited to do some writing on journalism and much more.

about me:
my preferred prns are she/her, i'm a virgo, my mbti is esfp-t, i'm from singapore (yesss ), i speak english/chinese and currently learning japanese (i tried learning french/korean but i know very very limited vocab/conversational skills or phrases…), i'm a minor who is studying.

my hobbies are listening to music, reading, watching tv. my interests (or rather subjects lollll) are design, technology, science, music, languages (chinese), sports (i don't actually play any but i find it fun haha), history, and ofc coding + writing!!!!

now i'm going to elaborate more on my hobbies!!

i listen to kpop (very obvious hahaha) and my favourite artists are red velvet (they're really talented and billboard named them the best idol group alive!!), twice, ive, zerobaseone, stayc, nmixx, kep1er, billlie, fromis_9 (imy), weeekly (imy), tws, le sserafim, izna, say my name. i like many other groups as well so feel free to talk to me about other groups!! (mainly girl groups but i'd love to know more boy groups/solos)
i also listen to cpop, cantopop, jpop and pop.
i don't have a favourite cpop/cantopop artist because i haven't listened enough but i love chinese/cantonese songs!!
my favourite jpop artists are yoasobi (i loveeee idol), niziu and is:sue (amazing groups).
i used to listen to pop a lot but not really now. my favourite pop artists are laufey (WE LOVE HER) and taylor swift.

next is reading!!! (i mean there's a reason why we are in swc right… i love reading too!! + #JOURNALISMFTW)

my favourite genres are fantasy, realistic fiction, mystery yes i know i'm not in those cabins but i like them too.
i also did journalism before (chinese journalism in school) so yeah i do have experience. it's rlly fun. i'm glad i got sorted into journalism!!
my favourite series are harry potter, kotlc, malory towers, a to z mysteries, the land of stories, a tale of magic, scarlet and ivy, a m—– most unladylike, sherlock sam. (currently reading percy jackson yay)
my favourite books are one of us is lying (and all of Karen M. McManus's books), wonder, little woman, the diary of a young girl, five survive, five total strangers, front desk, the reappearance of rachel price, the war that saved my life, kpop confidential.
my favourite graphic novel series are the baby-sitters club & baby-sitters little sister, a click graphic novel, sisters/guts/smile.

we all love harry potter omg… potterheads unite! and it's such an amazing book series… but did you know that my friend had to convince me to read it?! (i didn't like it at first, but let's just forget that). i'm a hufflepuff btw. and my favourite character is hermione cause she's so smart and all rounded.
i also love koltc. #sokeefe!!! just love the plot overall.
as for malory towers, i love the boarding school life described in the books. and the characters of course! i love darrell.
(the only book series which i have the full collection of lol)
the land of stories is literally that series that fantasy lovers need to read!!!!
one of us is lying is literally so good omg the plot and how they solved it and everything is insane…..
i don't really read graphic novels but the mentioned ones are really amazing )
anyways from my favourite series/books/graphic novels, you can tell i really like fantasy/realistic fiction/mystery.
i forgot to mention, but apart from reading books i do read online articles (news) too! my daily dose of non-fiction content lollll

finally, watching tv.
i grew up watching Taiwanese shows/cartoons/hi-five… but now my favourite shows are chinese variety shows! yes, i have to say, i'm not a big movie / drama fan, even though i do like, the few that i actually watched lol. my favourite movie is 小孩不笨3, and my favourite drama series is just add magic (pls i need another season amazon prime do u hear me).
for chinese variety shows, my favourite types are mystery/game shows/comedy/relaxing&fun types LOL
my favourite ones are (i'll type the english names) who's the murderer?, great escape/great escape (the other version i have no idea what it's called), running man china, hello saturday, detective college, youth periplous, games of cubes : the new utopia (mangotv pls listen i need another season same cast pls), an exciting offer (if i'm not wrong) and like so many more omg…

i could literally yap about all the shows i listed but who's the murderer? is basically a crime investigation show where celebrities investigate the crime scene and it's so entertaining please check it out! it's my favourite variety show ever omg. great escape is where celebrities play escape room and the rooms are super interesting!! the other version (idk the english name for it) is escape room but played by “pros” (not celebrities) and their version is usually harder/more fast-paced. these “pros” are actually in detective college too lol… games of cubes : the new utopia is like a game show.
and then running man china/hello saturday/youth periplous are just shows where they play games and have fun (again celebrity focused) but also very entertaining (not as brain rotting as the previous ones).
an exciting offer is not a show you would watch unless you want to see graduates trying to fight for 2/3 job spots (law grads for s1-s2, s5-6, architects? for s3, doctors? for s4) but i just watched it cause why not it's actually interesting lollll

i would be so happy if someone i knew watched the variety shows i like but i only know 3 people who do so let me know if you watch them

okay i've yapped a lot about shows… and now some general info:
my favourite colour is purple, my favourite food is… (i have no idea I LOVE FOOD OKAY), my favourite song is cosmic by red velvet (and chill k1!! , birthday by red velvet). when i grow up i'll probably want to work in the science/tech field, my favourite subject is chinese, and my favourite quote is “nothing is impossible. the word itself says I'm possible.” - Audrey Hepburn. my favourite animal is a rabbit/cat!
i also like to procrastinate (!!!), talk to myself (no idea why), think about kpop and c variety too much, and yap to my friends…

okay that's all about me!! feel free to ask me more questions, i'll answer them.
nice to meet all of you and i hope swc is gonna be a blast for all of you!!

(i apologise for typing in lowercase; i'm so used to doing so ><)

- reiane @sweetzeal

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Daily 1 - 1k Intro

Hii everyone! I'm Sunny, a teen girl living in a town in the south of France. This is my fourth session of SWC, which also marks my one year anniversary in this community! In the previous sessions I've been in Script Theatron (march ‘24) (we won first place :0), Script Podcast (july ’24), Apocalyptic (nov ‘24), and this session I’m in the amazing Illu-fi with Mouse, Cat, Ave and Amber! Though I'm not new here anymore, this is actually my first time attempting a 1k intro (or maybe the second time, I forgot ). I'm going to keep this as far away from a ramble as I can hehe

Let's actually dive into some details. I'm from a 100% Chinese family and am Chinese myself. I was born in Shanghai, China, but moved to a little town in the south of France with my parents at the age of 3. Since then, I've been living in the same place and I have been schooling in the same local international school since kindergarten. There, I learn French, Chinese and… A2 level English - which is /a little/ too easy for me. /sarc No, actually. I think my English level is quite a bit higher than that xD I've been taking private online English classes since third grade, and nowadays I learn debate and essay writing with my online teacher.

According to the MBTI, I'm an INFJ-T. That means I'm rather introverted and pretty compassionate around my friends. I also tend to be the most responsible one in group projects in class, and I admit I can be pretty harsh on uncooperative classmates :eyes: But don't worry - I don't bite (usually ) My friends describe me as very hard working, and it's true that I have good grades but uh- I generally don't revise for tests - oops

I have way too many extracurricular activities, and they take up /a lot/ of my free time. I've been playing the piano since I was four years old :0 and I have officially fallen in love with a piece I'm working on now (Intermezzo Op. 117 no. 2 by Brahms). I don't plan on pursuing a career in music, though. Aside from that I also play volleyball, speaking of which I have a competition (the last of the season!) in about two hours ^^ I mostly play as the setter (basically the second person to touch the ball, and who raises it high so that people can attack), and I quite like my position. You do have to run around a lot though lol. I used to dance (ballet and jazz), too, but my schedule doesn't allow that anymore :'( I still participate in the traditional Chinese dance class at school every Friday after lunch, and we dance at the town's Chinese New Year festival, which is so much fun! Speaking of which, last time we did that, it was /raining/. We were in dance slippers, and the stage was WET. Imagine that?!

In the bits of free time that I manage to get from all those occupations, I love reading most of all. That's partly thanks to my mom, who used to get me classics to read for every school vacation. My all time favourites include Little Women, Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, and the Count of Monte Cristo (help I've probably forgotten a ton ToT). Oh and, btw, books > movies!! >

What I'm only at 500 words?? No way, I gotta continue.

I also spend way too much time in a Harry Potter universe role play site, which is also something that has kept my passion for the Harry Potter series intact If you happen to be curious, the link is in my signature ^^

So what else have I got to say? :hmm: I currently don't have a favourite subject at school (I like maths only because the teacher is nice hehe), and I'm still pretty indecisive about a future career. However I am considering studying medicine (for some reason all those around me think being a doctor suits me, but in my opinion that would make me too busy for all my hobbies - coming to that in a second), primarily in medical research, but that's far from set yet.

I talked about hobbies, and yes, I have a ton. I have always loved making handy crafts, and I've recently picked up knitting, but I haven't been finding a lot of time to continue a scarf I've been working on for almost six months - oops. For my birthday, a friend also gave me a crocheting kit but I cannot figure out how to do it no matter how hard I try ToT (the instructions that go with it are sooo unclear!). I tried searching up online tutorials but at the same time I want to keep as close as possible to the original design. (why have I got the impression that I'm being super unclear here? and that this is getting incredibly messy 0_o)

Ahh 800 words help-

Okay I really don't know what to write about so ummm… Let's ramble on about volleyball, yay! (because that's the only thing on my mind right now since the competition is literally an hour away). So this time we're playing against the Marseille club's U15 girls. Their club is probably bigger than ours but our coach didn't seem to be very worried - let's hope all goes well. There are like three really good attackers (I don't even know if this is the correct term lmao, I speak French when I play volleyball xD) and for now we're second in the regional rankings, so there's not too much to be afraid of.

Oh and, by the way, I DO NOT get how people can prefer basketball over volleyball. In PE, we played basketball EVERY SCHOOL YEAR for 8 weeks, and we haven't even played volleyball yet ToT The injusticeness D:< (is that even a word lmao??)

I have three words left until I reach 1k, and now I have! Yay! I can finally get ready for my volleyball competition!!

PS. this is tremendously incredibly messy- oops

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A̷b̷o̷u̷t̷ b̷e̷l̷o̷v̷e̷d̷ a̷u̷t̷h̷o̷r̷

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It is, somehow, my EIGHTH SWC session! Can you believe that? I've seen people come and go and grow and learn- I honestly feel like such a grandma. If you don't know me, now you do- I'm Ava! I am a (kind of) published author of a very short story, and like the rest of you, I love reading and writing novels. I cannot go a day without talking about some of my favourite books, some of them being Wings of Fire, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Maze Runner, Cruel Prince, Fourth Wing, Powerless, Shatter Me, etcetera, etcetera. Everybody in this writing camp holds a special part of my heart because you've all helped me through so many parts of my life. I love singing and dancing as well, and I'm part of the school choir, write my own songs, choreograph school dances, and more. Never feel uncomfortable to reach out to me for whatever- I hope we all get to know each other even better this session!
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E̷v̷e̷r̷y̷ 2̷4̷ h̷o̷u̷r̷s̷

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◪ Noͦ 2: 5 word inspo
◪ Noͦ 3: Add writing
◪ Noͦ 4: Word War day
◪ Noͦ 5: Anthem Writing
◪ Noͦ 6: Constellation Inspiration
◪ Noͦ 7: Critique Day!
◪ Noͦ 8: Women's Day
◪ Noͦ 9: CABIN WARS 1
◪ Noͦ 10: Sleepy challenge
◪ Noͦ 11: Fairytale rewrite
◪ Noͦ 12: Title Stealer
◪ Noͦ 13: Flower meanings
◪ Noͦ 14: Holi
◪ Noͦ 15: Royal Verdict
◪ Noͦ 16: Interview
◪ Noͦ 17: My cheat day :sigh of relief:
◪ Noͦ 18: Bad Simile
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E̷v̷e̷r̷y̷ f̷o̷r̷t̷n̷i̷g̷h̷t̷

◪ 1: Worldbuilding
◪ 2: Writing rules
◪ 3
◪ 4

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B̷a̷t̷t̷l̷e̷ o̷f̷ w̷o̷r̷d̷s̷

◪ yumeverse ~ win/loss ~ mine ~ theirs
◪ igloooo1 ~ win/loss ~ mine ~ theirs
◪ Snuggle1267 ~ win/loss (by 11 words) ~ mine ~ theirs (no proof provided)
◪ pixzunami ~ win/loss ~ mine ~ theirs
◪ pixzunami ~ win/loss ~ mine ~ theirs
◪ surfdudewave ~ win/loss ~ mine ~ theirs
◪ Duckily_the_Great ~win/loss ~ mine ~ theirs

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H̷e̷a̷l̷t̷h̷y̷ J̷u̷d̷g̷e̷m̷e̷n̷t̷

◪ –Artsy_Girl– ~ mine ~ theirs
◪ pixzunami ~ mine ~ theirs
◪ -NightGlow- ~ mine ~ theirs
◪ Squidy-IceCream ~ mine ~ theirs

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