daily 2 ✪ 305 words ✪ 200 points (100 for proof)

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.

bl00d, wisteria, spider, quiet, dusk
from @BookHuggers2022

ding

Where am I?

I had been in my house and now here I am… standing over a body. I reach to brush a stray strand of hair out my face but as I do red flashes my vision and I freeze, my hand a mere inch away.

Slowly, I inhale and lower my hand. It's shaking but I can tell what it's covered in- blood. A scream echoes around the room, ripping itself from my soul and bouncing off of every wall it can find.

Sobs tear from my heart and tears pelt down. What is happening to me? Did I do this? I had to have- right? But how did I get here?

A spider scampers across the ground, right into the pool of red. Its legs leave trails of red behind it. I choke back a sob as I watch it crawl away, unaware of anything I had done.

That being said… what had I done?

My eyes gaze around the room, looking everywhere but the body. The room seems all too familiar for some reason, but I can't figure out why.

Wilted wisteria sits in a glass vase under a window that outlooks the dusk settling among the gardens. It was all too quiet.

If I had just murdered someone, where was everyone else? Heck, where was I?

After what may have been minutes but might have been hours, I step over the body. And no, I don't recognize him. I know he's a him but nothing else.

I don't know what to do now. My body trembles with fear and confusion and I-

ding

Weird. That… wasn't supposed to happen. Looks like she didn't do too much damage to the mission, thank goodness.

Oh- who am I? And what happened?

You don't need to know.

Now let's finish the job.

MY WEDDING TO MLP GUEST LIST

officator:
sage, @babyoda1546

flower girl:
sarah, @Froggola

vengeful my little pony lover who might cause Ris's relationship to get rocky. who knows?:
oak, @zoamher

only there for cake:
luna, @–Artsy_Girl–

bridesmaids:
alana, @-NightGlow-
rockie, @rocksalmon800
mouse, @-BookDragon-
reese, @TheBibliophile7

is there:
lili, @Lili-in-the-valley

cake of honor:
livy, @FireBlood23

maid of honor:
recca, @27coding_crazy

professional table breaker:
rye, @aviva_

bringing arson machine:
nova, @Novanuhea123

over excited screaming guest:
kat, @starunicorn_5

catering fried mango and cars:
cat, @CatMeowLove7

flower kit:
kit, @KitVMH

photographer who’s also a childhood friend on the verge of tears because she's proud of ris:
soki, @Rey_venclaw

the one with her headphones on the whole time, also humming along to “here comes the bride”:
lily, @lilyjen

the one watching with popcorn and walking ris down the aisle:
ave, @smalltoe

a parent:
veni, @-vanillamochabear-

chef's great greek daughter three times removed:
maddie, @igloooo1

professional game/activity master who brings mangoes and chaos:
chocolate, @chocolate_camps

daily 3 ✪ 352 words ✪ 300 points (150 for proof)

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!

firefly, mango, typewriter
from @choco-faerie

Come one, come all! Come on down to Firetown! Have you ever wanted to start a fire and NOT be charged on accounts of arson?

Me too, bestie. Me too.

Well! After I spent some time in prison for being charged on accounts of arson (Whoops! In my defense, getting caught was NOT part of the plan.) and after I went through arsonist therapy (It was a load of *- I do NOT recommend!!!), I decided I wanted to help my fellow arsonists commit arson without being caught. I spent months in the lab working creating a brand new, one of a kind invention. I worked with glowing things, and fiery things, and all the in betweens. Unfortunately, I did lose a bit of hair in the process. That's why my hair is so choppy and messed up. Rest in peace, my gorgeous locks. I'll miss you forever and ever. If you'd like to come to the funeral for my hair, it'll be held on March 4, 2025. I would love to see you there and it would be such an honor to have my close friends and family by my side after I've gone through such a tragic loss. Food will be provided and the ceremony will be held in the SWC Main Cabin. I hope you'll take the time to come and reminisce on the beauty that was my hair. ANYWHO! Onto my invention (which tragically killed my hair)! With the use of fireflies and mangoes, I PRESENT TO YOU… THE…

drumroll…

FIREGO! A BRAND NEW INVENTION THAT WILL NOT GET YOU CHARGED FOR ARSON! It's a mango combined with the bioluminescent (the glowy stuff) gel from crushed up fireflies! Don't worry, the fireflies were already dead. All you do is take the firego and chuck it through a window and BOOM. Your enemy's house will go up in light and wake them up! MWAH HA HA HA HAAAAA I KNOW HOW GENIUS RIGHT RIGHT!!!

Come on down to Firetown today!

And come to my hair's funeral (rest in peace).

(Side effects include: possibly being charged for breaking a window.)

weekly 1: worldbuilding ✪ 1882 total words ✪ 2000 points

part 1: language and culture - 570 words
The people of Vaninia are colorful with beliefs centered around nature.

Vaninians believe that everything depends on one tree- the Sunstice. The Sunstice is a humongous tree that grows flowers on its branches, its roots, and its trunk that look like miniature suns. The amount of flowers that the tree loses controls how the next day will go. If no flowers fall, the day will be wonderful. If over twenty flowers fall, the day will be bad. The flowers grow as quickly as they die, meaning the tree is forever covered from top to bottom in beautiful blossoms. Vaninians believe that the amount of flowers that fall depends on wrongs a person has committed. For each wrong a person commits, a flower falls. When enough flowers fall, the next day could be full of storms or droughts or attacks or some other heartbreaking event. Because of this, the people of Vaninia repent against their wrong doings every night at sundown, and if they don't, then there is no chance to save themselves from what event may happen the next day.

The women of Vaninia wear gorgeous hoop skirts and the length depends on their marital status. A knee length skirt represents a single woman who is open to marriage. An ankle length skirt represents a married women. If the skirt is ground length or drags, it represents a woman who is unable to be married due to her status in society. Priests, professors, and governors are not allowed to be married as it could distract from their work. Women who are married wear bands on their upper arms to represent how long they've been married. One represents what year they're on, so one band would be their first year, two would be their second, and so on. These bands are always gold but in some cases they can have gemstones embedded, like diamonds and rubies and pearls. Tops for women are usually flowy blouses that are tucked into their skirts. As for men, they wear togas and masks. The togas are simple white fabric tied with a single rope. The rope represents how long they've been married, if they are. Red represents the first year of marriage, orange the second, and so on and so forth. When they get to purple, it represents six years and beyond. They wear masks that cover their whole face and usually represent an animal. These masks are handcrafted and hand painted for men ever since birth. When they get married, they finally take the mask off, as Vaninians believe that looks do not matter when it comes to marriage and love. Vaninians don't wear shoes and instead walk around barefoot, believing it helps them connect more with nature. Children wear tunics until they become 18 and are allowed to either wear hoop skirts or togas. Boys wear masks like the men, but children masks only cover their eyes. For a man's mask (which they get at 18), it covers the whole face apart from the mouth.

Vaninians eat whatever nature provides them. They typically eat rice, vegetables, tropical fruit, and ham, although the combinations you can make with these foods are endless. They eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Breakfast is rice and fruit, lunch is the leftovers from dinner the night before, and dinner is usually rice and ham with a vegetable salad.

Vaninians have spoken English for as long as they can remember.

part 2: geography and memorable locations
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part 3: technology - 509 words
In this world, technology is for children only. They believe that as technology was given to nurture and raise children on, and once the children reach a 18, they are fully grown and ready to enter the world without the help of devices. When children are born, they receive a surgery that implants the mind chip. As soon as they turn 18, they go through another procedure to remove the mind chip. It's a minorly invasive procedure but can have side effects for weeks to months afterwards, such as headaches, dizziness, and fatigue.

They use mind chips to control and regulate the thoughts of children. By doing this, they believe it will make sure the children never stray from the beliefs of their kind. The governor is the only one who can use technology (other than the children) because if the rest of the Vaninians did, they believe they would go corrupt and lose their ways.

Whenever a child thinks about disrespecting someone older than them, the mind chip sends them a warning message to stop. If they continue thinking about it, or even do it, the governor receives a notice and the child is sent to the governor. The child is then forced to sit in a dark room with a screen in front of them that reads an apology and a monitor is placed on their head. The child is not allowed to leave the room until they recite and truly mean the apology, which is what the monitor is for. The monitor lights up if the child told the truth and truly meant the apology. If they haven't, they must read it again. And again. And again. All until the child is actually honest. However, because of this parents of these children are not happy. Sometimes, their child can be gone for days at a time. They are children, afterall, and no matter what child, they've all thought about being disrespectful at one time or another. There is always a line in the governor's palace of children waiting to read the apology statement and seeing as there is only one governor, it takes forever. And if you're wondering how the governor has time to both listen to children apologize and run Vaninia, they don't. They spend an hour listening to children, then an hour running the island, and then repeat. Over. And over. And over again. They work every hour of the day, never sleeping and never eating unless there are no children to listen to in which case they take a break and eat and sleep and relax. But alas, this almost never happens.

Not only are the people not happy about the mind chips, but neither is the governor. No one knows how long the mind chips have been around for and no one knows where they come from. But every few months, a new shipment of them comes in.

If the governor is the only one allowed to use technology, who does the procedures?

If you guessed the governor, you would be correct.

part 4: incorporating your world into your writing - 803 words
THE GOVERNOR
The day drags by like feet stuck in sand. The same process is repeated over and over, again and again. It never ends. I spend an hour listening to children apologize, then another hour helping the island, then I repeat it. Over. And over. And over. It's a tragic life I live and I didn't know the cost until I had to pay. This island depends on me and I on it. Somedays I wish that it would all end, that we would find a new home, a new place, new traditions, and stop worshipping that stupid tree. The Sunstice may be gorgeous, but it holds our fates in its blossoms. But what if I don't? What would happen then? What if I stopped believing our lives depended on that tree? What if, what if.

THE PROFESSOR
Children are scoundrels. For the first 18 years of their lives they are put through rigorous study. They study for things that might not even matter to them years down the line, and I am forced to teach them it. I teach every single child on this island. I watch them grow and thrive. I've learned not to grow attached, for some of them have tragic ends well before they come of age and before the mind chip is removed. Those blasted mind chips, I tell you. They ruin our world and ruin the governor. When I was a child, I thought maybe I would have a chance with him. But no. The two of us quickly became apprentices to the governor and professor of that time and romance is against the law for the governor, the professor, and the priest. But what would happen if we strayed from the traditional rules our ancestors set all those years ago? I wonder.

THE PRIEST
Confess. If this lady would just confess we could continue on with this dreadful session. I love my job, I really do, but if you don't do what I say, nothing good will happen to you. Try it out, see what happens. It works, I promise. But this lady needs to confess to her husband of her wrongs. Everything would be alright for her if she was honest. But no, she instead comes crying to me, begging me to save her. Unfortunately, truth is the only path out of the dark. This life is boring and depressing but at the end of the day, it is what it is. I wish I could marry and find my one love in life instead of hearing all about it from various widows and wives and husbands.

THE GOOD CHILD
I have never been taken to the governor and I hope I never will. My friends come back with horror stories from him about how long they waited and how cruel the task is and how horrible the whole thing is. Making someone apologize might just be the worst punishment ever, in my opinion. So I keep my thoughts clear and pure and I banish evil thoughts as soon as they enter my mind. I can't risk being taken. I won't risk being taken. What if I'm stuck there forever? What if I'm never able to be honest when I read the apology? I can't risk it. My parents wouldn't be able take the pain and neither would I. I would crumble like a trampled leaf.

THE BAD CHILD
I think bad thoughts. Yeah. I'll admit it. But how am I supposed to stop them from happening? My mind has a mind of its own and I can't take it anymore. Going into that dark, cold room with the governor. Reading the same statement over and over for an hour. Then waiting. And waiting. Waiting for him to return. And when he does, finally, I read it again. And again. And again. Finally, after literal days, I leave. It is the cruelest punishment and only because I can't control what I think or when I think it. I don't know what to do but at this point in time, I give up. I'll read those lines, that statement as many times as I have to but I know I will never, ever change. I can't wait until I'm 18 and can finally get that chip removed. Just a few more years to go…

THE NEWCOMER
I've been watching this community of people for a while now. I washed up on their shores a few weeks ago and wandered around their island until I found one of them. I almost went and talked to them but I was scared- what if they tried to eat me? Silly, I know. But I can't take any chances. Until I know more about them like who they are, why they are, what they do, I can't risk anything.

event 1 ✪ 300 words

So! You have your powers and now it's time to use them! Write at least 300 words of your spider-hero discovering and using their powers and abilities for the first time in order to unlock banners and complete the training session!

Life is never easy and being bitten by a radioactive spider doesn't make it any better.

Ris was a simple child but she loved to cause chaos. When she was in middle school, she often snuck around, skipping class and roaming the halls. Well, the same thing happened when her class went on a field trip to a laboratory. The day was full of lecture after lecture about radioactivity but Ris wanted to see it, not hear about it. Hearing, boring. Seeing, fun! And so! She claimed to need the bathroom and snuck out of the lectures. Somehow, for a radioactivity laboratory, it wasn't that middle schooler proof. There was no one in the bright, white halls. It was a boring walk, but it was better than sitting through the lectures.

She came upon a room with an open door. How odd- it should be locked. Oh well! Ris slipped inside and let out a started gasp. Surrounding the walls were spiders. Millions of them. It was a decent sized room, maybe the size of her classroom, but it was packed. Before she could take another step or think another thought, she felt a slight pinch on her leg and screamed, kicking her pinched leg with her other leg. She frantically put a hand over her mouth and slowly backed out of the room. As she did, she saw a spider fall off her leg, dead. With that, she ran. She ran and ran- out of the room, out of the hall, out of the building.

Stupid lectures and stupid spiders and everything's so stupid! It was all so annoying! She waved her fists at the building- and out came web?

Oh. How… interesting.

She bent down to touch the stuff on the ground. It felt exactly like spider webbing.

critique for lily (@lilyjen) ✪ 409 words

hi lily! i'm so excited to critique for you- i love romeo and juliet so much ahhh <3

right away, i'm noticing that character names aren't bolded. in most scripts, they are, so i recommend bolding them so they really stand out and are easy to read.

TYBALT: Yes, yes, we’ve heard it all before. You think you know this story as well as I. Now, I could tell you about the Montague’s and Capulets brawl TYBALT slashes imagined sword and the Prince’s decree; of that romantic fool of a boy, Romeo and his cousins; of Juliet innocent and fair with her mothers - one in blood and one in act; or of any of the other manipulations of fate that brought us together on that fateful night.

- “imagined sword” change to “an imaginary sword”
- this is for all of this piece, but for the blocking in the middle of paragraphs, either put it in parenthesis or make it it's own paragraph and then do the same for the dialogue after
- you use “of” a lot in this single paragraph (5 times) and it's a bit repetitive- is there a different word you could use instead?

TYBALT: points DS at ROMEO It’s that scoundrel of a Montague, Romeo!
CAPULET: That dashing young fellow is what has you in this mood? Stay your sword, listen to the music and be merry! This is a party after all, my boy.
TYBALT: But uncle! He is a bruise, a blight, a- a brute! He will ruin the party, mark my words.
CAPULET: It is you who will ruin this party, picking fights with the guests. Peace, Tybalt.

- this is something for all of your piece, but given the time period this takes place in, i would say use as minimal contractions as possible! so instead of ‘it’s', you would use ‘it is’.
- i think putting the ‘you’ from “It is you who will ruin this party” in italics to put emphasis on it would add more dynamic!

ROMEO: If this is too far, say so fair lady, but your beauty has me under its spell. kisses hand

- add a comma after “say so”

ROMEO: Incredible? Indescribable? Inexplicably wonderful?

- instead of using modern words, try using words from the time period! the words don't not work, but they do seem a bit out of place

TYBALT: Get away from my cousin, you villain!
ROMEO: Woah, woah! No harm done, right?
JULIET: My first kiss… kisses?
TYBALT: There is harm done indeed, scoundrel.

- is there something you could use instead of “woah, woah”? as i said above, it seems a bit out of place because of how modern it is. i think it could work but there are definitely other words that could work better here
- juliet's line seems a bit out of place; i would delete it as it kind of interrupts the flow of the piece

MERCUTIO: So you are a coward, Romeo? To TYBALT Well then, I shall draw against you.

- i think i said something similar already, but bold the ‘you’ in “I shall draw against you” to add some more emphasis and set it apart from the line above, which has the same-ish “draw against you” bit

ROMEO: Good Mercutio, stay your hand! Tybalt, sheath your sword! End this, both of you before some horrible fate befalls us. Have you forgotten that the Prince has forbidden our fighting?

- add a comma after “both of you”

ROMEO steps between the two. TYBALT takes the opportunity to strike MERCUTIO
MERCUTIO: I have been struck- under your arm. Why did you come between us?

- add something in the blocking about how mercutio was struck- you say tybalt takes the opportunity, but let the reader know he succeeded in striking him

ROMEO: Your hand took the life of Mercutio, now mine must take one of yours!

- add a word in between these statements other than the comma, like so, thus, etc

aaaand that's it! most of my critiques are pretty nitpicky so feel free to ignore what you'd like and ask questions if needed! thank you for letting me critique this- i loved it! great work and keep on writing <3

word war with kit (@KitKat341b) ✪ won/lost ✪ 138 words

@ButterPopcorn8: “is now a bad time to tell you that i'm claustrophobic?”

“Is now a bad time to tell you that I'm claustrophobic?”

I offer a smile to my partner in crime, my number one. We're the first all women team to ever go to Mars and we're going to be in a rocket for six long months together.

“Don't worry, me too,” she whispers back, flipping a gazillion switches to turn the rocket on. “I'm so excited yet terrfied. So many things could go wrong, you know?”

“Yeah,” I say softly. “I do. But hey, at least, no matter what happens, we'll go through it together, rright?”

“Ayyyy yes! I'm so happy we were assigned this mission together,” she says, grinning but still focused on the switches. It's a reminder for me to flip my own switches up and down and make sure verything is ready for take off.

daily 5 ✪ 492 words ✪ 250 points (100 for proof)

With our rivalry with our beloved enemies in order, perhaps in order to convince them to become an even better enemy with their epic tyranny would be to create some anthems for them! Create three anthems of 150 words each for your cabin’s enemies in order to get on their good side so you can betray their trust…I mean so you get a cool 250 points with an extra 100 points for showing proof!

thriller - they're among us - 164 words
(to the tune of i can see you and i knew you were trouble)
you brush past me in the hallway
on your way to the vents
ive been trying see you vent
but i havent had luck yet

but what would you do if i called a meeting
what would you do if i found you out
what would you do if you got voted out

cause i know you are the imposter
you will lose because you are a faker
but what would you do if everyone else knew

we can try and keep being friends
maybe you arent as bad as i thought but
i know you keep secrets from me
so maybe i should call this whole thing off

you wont believe half the things i saw on the camera, i say
wait til i show everyone what youve been up to

cause i knew you were trouble when you vent-ed
shame on me for not realising it sooner
that you were the imposter

OH
OHH-OH
IMPOSTER IMPOSTER IMPOSTER

OH
OHHH-OH
IMPOSTER IMPOSTER IMPOSTER

dystopian - blahajnappers - 164 words
(to the tune of nine to five and please please please)
tumble out of bed and
stumble to ikea
ready to buy myself a brand new friend

and i yawn and stretch as i pull in

i pace nervously
waiting for the doors to open
and then they do and i run in

but where is blahaj?
oh wait there he is!
dystopian is running away with him

i will lose my mind
if i dont make a new friend
maybe i could convince them to share him instead

please please please
no sabrina doesnt have copyright
for please please please
i just want to make a friend

maybe they're my friends
or not but i'm dont know

i just want my blahaj back

please please please
give me blahaj
and please please please
i will do anything for himmmmm

dystopian is the best blahaj cabin
but not unless action can get hiiiiiiiiim

please please pleaseeeee
give me him

heartbreak is one thing
not having blahaj is another
i beg you please give me blahaj

illu-fi - the copycats - 164 words
(to the tune of karma)
youre copying for the fun of it
addicted to betrayal and i cant blame you
but maybe this is too far

cause if you dare
youll see our glare
cause action is better than you

just you wait and see

cause we have our own ideas
you wouldnt know what i mean

cause karma doesnt copy
karma doesnt side
karma is the points that action wins
karma is crazy
arent you envious that we will win
sweet like victory karma is a cat
but a cat that doesnt copy
flexing like you made that on your own
but you are a copycat

what did i learn from all these sessions
what did i earn from all the sessions
oh i know not to copy

cause illu-fi copied
they stole action's theme
how rude of them to do that
justice wont be served
until action wins!
just you wait and see
illu-fi will fall
sure they seem great but in the end
action will win!

ris' project weekly marathon ✪ x words ✪ 0/8 complete
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SusWC ✪ x words

124 words
Rosie was a simple girl who liked simple things. She liked biking and writing and baking and singing, but the one thing she hated more than anything else in the world were roses. Ironic, yes, but she couldn't stand them. To her, they were a symbol of love and she didn't believe in love. She would rather be alone than find love only for it to fall apart months later. She knew herself and she knew she wouldn't be able to take it if she lost the war of love. All she wanted in the world was success, and to her, love was not included in that. So, Rosie went on with her life. She went to school and was the top scholar there.

sorting room, belonging - 208 words
Unfortunately, since Rosie despised love, she didn't have any friends. In her mind, love meant friends and extreme love meant lovers. She walked through the halls of Mysenia Prep Academy with her head down. She couldn't stand to make eye contact with anyone. It was embarrassing, yes, walking alone down the dim halls but she didn't care. All she wanted was to continue with her life… and belong. She wanted a place where she could fit in and feel okay. Where she could share her ideas about people wouldn't laugh. But it was hard because her school didn't have any clubs or activities she was interested in. Sports were a definite no, she wasn't musically or artistically talented, and she lacked any public speaking skills. Rosie longed for the sense of belonging, but alas. There was none. She felt empty inside. Yes, she had a family, but her parents were both lawyers who worked long hours and weren't home most of the time. When she was little, she had a nanny. But now that she was grown, the nanny was long gone. She was an only child and so were her parents, so she never had any cousins or siblings to hangout with and annoy or play with.

workshops, character fandom - 313 words
Even though Rosie hated love, she sure did love to read. She desperately wanted to meet the characters in her books. And one night, she drifted off into the realm of dreams…

When she awoke, she saw none other than Inej Ghafa from the Six of Crows. Rosie blinked and rubbed her eyes- was she imagining this? But no! It was her, it was Inej. In real life. WHAT. Rosie was short but, wow, even Inej was taller than her. That was the first thing she noticed when she saw her favorite book character in real life. Her height. What an… interesting girl she was.

“Are- you- you're Inej! How? Why? What? Are you real? Is this actually you?”

Inej chuckled. “Yes, hello, Rosie. As for your questions, I'm not exactly sure how… or why… but I am real and it is me. At least, last I checked I didn't have an evil twin walking around pretending to be me. Although Jesper would do something like that, I'm sure.” Rosie had no words. She stood there with her jaw open, still in awe and disbelief that Inej was actually there.

“I lo- I mean, you're my favorite person- er, character, I guess I should say- EVER. I can't believe you're actually here,” she said and then paused. “You know, I've always felt like I don't belong anywhere. Like no one gets me or understands me or anything. I've never met anybody who likes books or writing but now you're here. I know you probably don't like either of those things all that much and I know you're so cool and all but-”

“Rosie, I'm sure there are people out there for you. It might take a while to find them, but I know you will. I believe in you…”

And with that, Inej faded away and Rosie woke up for real this time.

theater, chosen one - 203 words
HA HA HAAA I LIED!!! Sorry, but I, as the narrator, was getting a bit bored of this. Inej is still there.

“I believe in you. Because, Rosie, the actual reason as to why I am here today is because the world of Ketterdam needs you. We thought everything was okay, but no. The Grisha have become too powerful for everyone and have taken over the world. We know that you don't allow yourself to fall in love or get attached to anything, and because of this, you would be the perfect person to help us. As for how I'm here, long story short, the Spider-Verse is real.”

Just when you thought Rosie's jaw couldn't get any lower, it did. It looked like it could fall off of her face.

“Oh. My. Goodness. Oh my goodness! Yes yes yes! I would be so honored!” Finally! Something good could come out of hating love! She finally felt like she would belong and life would be amazing once she saved the Grishaverse and she'd prove to everyone that she wasn't weird after all… right? Yeah. Yeah. And the Spider-Verse is real!? And the Grishaverse? Today was the best day ever.

“So when do we begin?”

throne room, breaking the fourth wall - 308 words
“Now!” Inej grinned at Rosie and pressed a button on her high tech watch, opening a portal behind them. “Okay! When we step through this portal, try to make your hands and legs and arms stay on the sides of your body. And one thing before we go, why are you saying- or, narrating, I guess- everything we do?”

“What? I'm not…? …Are you okay?” Rosie questions, concerned. “Wait! I hear it too!”

Woah what- how can you hear me? You aren't supposed to be able to do that. Um. Well. Hi. Can you still hear this?

“Yes. Yes I can, mysterious writey person. Who are you?” Rosie looks around wildly, looking for the source of the mysterious voice. Which is mine. My voice is the mysterious voice.

“Ahem,” Inej says, tapping her foot in annoyance.

Ah. Right, sorry. I'm the narrator and I narrate you. It's a strange job, but it pays well, so. Yeah.

“Why are you writing about us?” Rosie says, a fierce look in her eyes.

It's my job. I need money.

“But why does your job require you to write about us? Or narrate- whatever?” Inej interrogates, looking less annoyed but more confused.

Sigh. So. You're actually a story. You aren't real. And hey, you can't blame me for telling you because you asked. So. Sorry to break your world? I guess?

Inej and Rosie are speechless for a few moments while they ponder the truth bomb I just dropped on them.

“But who would want to read this story? Inej is cool, sure, but not me,” Rosie says.

But the stuff that's about to happen to you is cool and people will hopefully want to read about it. See, I'm a writer. And I'm writing about you. Um. Anyways, Rosie and Inej forget this conversation ever happened and step through the portal.

memory book room, nostalgia - 260 words
As Rosie travels across dimensions and dimensions and dimensions, she's hit with a sickly sweet feeling in her stomach. Her arms are squeezed tightly to her sides and her whole body is like a line, but her stomach threatens to jump out of place with the feelings she feels. This reminds her of her life long dream to be an astronaut like her grandpa

Her grandpa used to show her videos of spaceships taking off, ones he was in. He was a legend- the first man to go to space at four different times in his life. The feeling of traveling through and across and in dimensions was how she thought he would have felt. Ever since he died, Rosie couldn't sleep unless she watched videos of him going to space. She listened to his voice over the comms and watched as the spaceship went up… and up… higher and high to the infinite beyond. She missed him dearly. He died three years ago when Rosie was twelve due to a heart attack. He was old, so they knew he would die within a few years, but it took her a long time to recover from his death. He was her person because she had no one else. Her parents were always too busy to talk or watch her plays or check in with her. She had the nanny for that. But when the nanny left, she had her grandpa. She knew he was in a better place now, but that didn't stop the pain that came from missing him.

cliff hanger - 514 words
And so it was. Rosie and Inej traveled through time and space and dimensions for what seemed like forever but who knew how long it really was? After all, they were travelling throughout literally everything. They passed world after world, all unique yet similar in their own special way. Ha ha- that one has ponies! Wait- why is the tunnel steering towards the ponies?

“Inej!” Rosie called out. “Why are we going towards ponies?”

“I- I don't know! We aren't supposed to! This isn't supposed to happen! We're supposed to go to Ketterdam!” she yelled back. Rosie's stomach dropped. What was going on? What do you mean Inej was just as confused as she was? She was supposed to be the calm and cool and collected one while Rosie… well, Rosie was just there to apparently save the world?

The duo crash landed into a world of ponies and rainbows and unicorns and pegasuses and magic and sparkles. What was this place? Everyone seemed so happy- what a difference from the real world. Rosie groaned, clutching her head.

“Inej? Where are you?” she called out.

“I'm over here!” Inej said. Rosie saw her and of course she was on her feet already. This is Inej we're talking about, afterall. She was able to be knocked down and get back up immediately. Rosie wanted desperately to be like her someday. Maybe after saving the world, she would! She walked over to the Wraith. “So… where are we and what happened? I'm so confused.”

“Me too. We were supposed to go to Ketterdam, not… this.”

Suddenly, a gust of wind brushed the duo's faces and from the sky flew a purple unicorn with wings! Her mane was navy and had some pink in it and on her flank was a strange marking of a couple of stars. All of the ponies and unicorns and pegasuses (oh my!) around her bowed their heads. Rosie wasn't sure if she was supposed to do the same or not.

“Hi there! I'm Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship here in Equestria! What are you girls doing here? And… who are you? And… how did you get here? I'm all for making new friends, but this is a wee bit strange if you ask me,” says the pony.

“Hello, your majesty,” Inej said, curtsying. Rosie copied her curtsy except much clumsier. “I'm Inej and this is Rosie. We came here through the tunnels that connect each dimension. Rosie and I are from different dimensions but I was trying to take her back to mine because my world is in danger and I believe Rosie could help save it.”

“Well, we better get you back, then! But in the meantime, care to join us? Cabin Wars is about to start and we can use all of the writing help we can get!” Twilight said. Rosie's eyes perked up at the mention of writing. She didn't know what Cabin Wars were but she was excited to find out.

“Yes! I would love to help!” she exclaimed.

“That's awesome!” Twilight beamed. “Guards, capture them.”

daily 10 ✪ 129 words ✪ 400 points (100 for proof)

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.

painting: girl with a pearl earring
hours slept: 11!!!

Natasha was a girl with dreams visible in her eyes. All she wanted was to make art. Until the day she became it.

Her mission was to sneak into the Grand Palace and steal the queen's signature pearl earring and use it in her art in some way.

And so she snuck in and made her way- without getting caught- into the queen's chambers. These were gorgeous chambers with walls of marble and accents of gold- real gold, she was sure. The trim alone was worth more than any money Natasha had seen in her life.

She took the earring but unfortunately, the alarm went off. The palace had installed new security that captured any thief in a photo for life.

Natasha became the art she longed to make.

weekly 2: rule breaking ✪ 1411 total words ✪ 2500 points

part 1: breaking common rules - 508 words total
- part 101: overusing common rules - 255 words
I was walking downtown when I found a coffee shop and so I decided to go inside. I sat at a table and ordered some coffee. The view out from the window was lovely. I feel so gorgeous today, whether or not you are aware. All day long I sit in this chair, typing away on my computer while sipping my coffee. Then, a random man walks up to me.

“Can I sit?” he asks.

“Um… sure,” I say, hesitantly. How odd. He doesn't look the best but what is it that he wants from me? I hope he's not begging for money, since I don't have any. I don't know him, in case you were wondering. So instead, I drink my coffee and continue my work. It's such a good coffee, my goodness, I feel so good! The man smiles at me but I don't say anything. I just drink my coffee which I love so dearly. The guy is watching me and I'm so unsure of what to do.

“How are you?” I ask.

“I'm good! How about yourself?” he questions.

“I must say, I am good as well,” I pause. “Sir, why are you here? At my table?”

“What, am I not allowed to sit here?”

“Well, no, but there are so many other places to sit!”

“I don't know.”

“I'm afraid I don't know either,”I say and I shrug as well, unsure of what exactly to do now. Do I ask him to leave? No, he isn't causing any harm.
- part 102: breaking common rules - 253 words
I was walking. And then I wasn't. Then I was sitting. I sat at a table. The view was a view. I am so cool I think. You know I am do not you be lying to yourself. I sit in this chair being cool all day long. How I love being cool in this chair. Random dude walks to me. I do not know him. Who is he I think to myself. What a weird guy. Can I sit here he says. I say yes after I wait. Dude is so weird. I am so cool he is so weird. What is it that he would like from me? I do not have money for him. I do not know him. I sit here and sip my drink. It is a good drink. I am happy. He turns his face up at me. I think it is called smiling. What a guy. I do not say anything to him. I sit and sip my drink. I like the taste of my drink. The guy is looking at me. I do not know what to do. How are you I say. He says I am good how are you. I say I am good too. I say why are you here. He says am I not allowed. I say no but why sit here instead of another place. There are many places I say. He says I don't know and he shrugs. I say I do not know either and I shrug too.

part 2: purposefully incorrect grammar - 250 words
in a game where there may only be one uprising and one downfall, i was the one who fell down and you continued on like nothing had ever happened. you rose up, up, up. up into the clouds, up into the stars, up into the great beyond. how you're able to go on like nothing ever happened, i do not think i will ever know. but there you went. on, and on, and on, and on. your feet left the ground and never returned. i miss you. i always will, i am sure of this. when will you come back from your voyage across the stars? will you ever come back to me? would you come back for me, or to find another girl's random table to sit and have coffee with. i was unsure of you at first, yes, but i soon warmed up and opened my eyes to the possibilities that awaited me. love? yes. it was love. we had our ups and downs, sure, but at the end of the day, we always had love. and now here i am, sitting on the floor of my bathroom, my heart crumpled inside my chest. it beats no longer. the only thing that can revive it is you but you are long gone. you moved on quicker than a fox jumps. i miss you, i miss you, i miss you. you were my everything and now i have nothing. come back, please, please, please, come back. i need you.

part 3: asyndeton - 300 words
You, me, now, forever.

This is the last text I will ever send you. I hope someday you'll respond, but for now, I guess I'll wait and see.

Seeing, waiting, waiting, seeing. Moments pass, clocks tick.

It's been days and I still have not heard from you. I don't know where you are or how else to contact you so I sure hope this works. Do you still think of me? Because I think of you. I always have, since that one day in the coffee shop.

You know, I had thought you strange at first, but you truly were the love of my life once I knew you. I loved you, you know. I still love you. My heart wants you to be near to yours once more so desperately. My eyes search for you in every crowd. I see your shadow when I walk. Your ghost still follows me around the house as I clean.

I know you aren't dead, but you're gone, which might just be the same thing.

Why did you leave? I thought we were forever but you packed up your bags and left a note and walked out the door, all while I slept peacefully, thinking that the next morning I would wake up with you next to me. I still wear my ring because I want you, not some other man. You are the only one I have ever really loved and when you left you took a piece of my heart with you.

Myself, never again.

I lost myself when you left. I don't know who I truly am. You took parts of me and left nothing of you behind. You robbed my thoughts and my love and my soul. I have nothing left for anyone apart from my tears and grief.

part 4: non sequitur dialogue - 353 words
Finally, coffee with him. He returned! It's been a year but he agreed to join me for a cup of coffee. And to sign the divorce papers. His lawyer contacted me a few months ago with a divorce settlement in mind and when I received the news I was shocked. How could he do this to me? He was the love of my life and I of his and now this. I see him through the window of the shop and I enter. He's wearing a suit and his lawyer, also in a suit, sits next to him. They both have stern looks on their faces, as if they were here telling me my father died rather than to sign papers to separate two hearts forever.

The bells above the door jingle, signaling my entry. He stands and smiles at me- but in a professional manner, not a friendly one. His eyes flicker downwards and take in the sight of me but when they land on what I am carrying, they widen and I can see him become unsettled, almost disturbed, in a way.

“Hey,” I say when I reach the table. His lawyer's eyes are now on the object in my hands as well.

“Hi, how are you? And what is… is that… I swear, Vanessa, if it is-” he stammers and I smirk at him.

“Oh, it is,” I set down the carrier on the table and removed the precious object from inside. “This is your daughter, Cecile. She's just three months old but I think she has your eyes, don't you?” I cradle my daughter in my arms. Somehow, she's blissfully napping.

It's been a tough year, but here I am, standing in front of her father in a dark red silk dress and heels. My hair is done in a tight bun and pearls finish off my elegant look. I must say, I feel rather gorgeous this afternoon. Yes, we met for coffee, but I dressed for revenge.

His lawyer and him exchange a glance before I clear my throat and motion to the table.

“Let's talk, shall we?”

for fun ✪ 1170 words

Sitting down is a task. Let me rephrase that- sitting down means you intend to stay there for a while. But I, however, never intend to do anything. Everything just, somehow, sort of, happens to me. I do not know how, but I never meant to write this. I never meant to do anything. Intend, mean. It is all the same, honestly. But anyways, let us start this story.

I sat down in my kitchen and I shut my eyes for just a quick moment. It had been a long day and all I wanted was a nice cup of coffee. So I had made one for myself and had sat down at the table in my kitchen. My kitchen is yellow and tiled and absolutely gorgeous! It reminds me of sunshine and happiness and fun and candy and sugar. It makes my days a whole lot better- or, should I say, brighter! I know you are laughing. I can not see you, but I am sure you are laughing your minds out of your heads because of that outstanding, wonderful joke I wrote. Ha ha ha! This person is so funny, you say, while taking a sip of your tea. You seem like a tea drinker, dear reader. You really do. Anywho!

When I opened my eyes, you will not believe what I saw! I saw- get this- a capybara drinking tea. I blinked. And I blinked again. And yep! There was still a capybara sitting in front of my drinking tea. Yes. A capybara. Drinking tea. In front of me. This had never happened to me before and I was rather unsure of what to do. I wonder, has this ever happened to you, my dear reader? I sure doubt it, but I wanted to check, just in case.

“Um. Hello? Who are you?” I ask. I was very confused. Why, oh why, was there a capybara drinking tea across from me in my kitchen? How did he get into my house? What kind of tea was that? Was I dreaming? Does he like my kitchen? Does it bring him joy?

“First off, I am Copper the Capybara! Next, why can not I be drinking tea across from you in your kitchen? And I walked in, duh. This is chai. No, you are not dreaming. Yes, your kitchen is lovely. And it brings me joy. Are those all of your questions? Do you have any more?”

“Can… can you read my-”

“Yes. I can.”

My jaw hit the ground. WOAH. This was CRAZY! I had never met a capybara before, let alone one that walked into my kitchen. Let alone one that talked. Let alone one that drinks chai!

“I love chai too! Where did you get yours?”

“My pocket.”

Oh. Okay then.

“I, um, have never had pocket chai. How different is it from, like, regular chai?”

“Well. It is from a pocket.”

“Oh. Yeah. That checks out.”

I looked at the capybara- wait, I do not know his name!

“What is your name, Mr. Capybara, sir?

”Girl, I just told you! My name is Copper! Are all humans idiots or just you?“

”Probably just me. Sorry, Copper. I forget a lot of things. I am not exactly in control of my own life. Things just… they just… happen, I guess. I do not really know. Sorry.“

”I is fine,“ Copper, my new best friend, said, taking a sip of his tea. It did smell good, even if it was from a pocket. I am not exactly sure how that is possible, but oh well! Whatever makes him happy, right? What I want to know is how I got so lucky to have a capybara waltz into my kitchen! This is so crazy cool. I looked at him with so much admiration. He was so insanely cool. ”Thanks,“ he said. ”I think you forgot that I can hear your thoughts.“

”Oh yeah, I totally did. Oops! Sorry about that. I am rather forgetful, if you could not already tell. Wait, did I tell you that? Sorry, I'm rather forgetful, if you could not already tell.“

”It is okay, young one. Anyways, do not worry, I will be heading out soon. I only stopped in for a little bit of tea and a little bit of happiness, you know?“

”No no no! Please don't go, I want you here! I need you here. You are the first person- er, thing, I guess- no wait, animal- that I have seen in weeks. I was trapped in this horrid house with nothing but a room, a kitchen, a bathroom and another room. I am so lonely. I can't go anywhere because I am in the middle of nowhere. Please, will you not stay a little while? I will even make you dinner if you do! I can make your favorite dish! I can tap dance! I do not care what I have to do to get you to stay, please please please do not leave me!“

Copper huffed. ”Fine. I guess I could stay for a little while. Do you have a guest room where I can put my bags in?“

”Uh, yes! But why do you have bags? And where do you have bags?“

”Well, I am a traveler who travels far and wide across this great place you and I call home. It is an incredible time but I do wish to rest every now and then. My bags, however, are outside with my pocket of tea. I can grab those if you would like to prep the guest room.“

”That would be great! And what would you like for dinner? Like, what is your favorite dish, I mean? Because I can and will make it for you!“

”Hmm,“ Copper thought for a moment, tilting his head thoughtfully. He was silent, and then: ”I sure do love some beef stew and tortillas and cheesy broccoli. It is absolutely delicious. The way the flavors blend together and compliment each other is so perfect. Have you ever had it?“

”I have not! But it sounds like a dish that would be pretty good. Well, I will prep your room while you get your bags and then I will make your food! I can not wait to try it!“

”I'm sure you will make it spectacularly. Do not you worry, my dear, even if it turns out bad, I will still stay. Sometimes, lonely people need each other.“

”Yeah.“ I paused for a moment. ”Okay, I'll be back! See you in a minute!" I rushed upstairs to make the bed and fix the curtains and the sheets and everything. It was always clean, there were just a few simple touch ups that needed to be done in order for it to be the perfect place for my guest.

I don't know what will happen next with Copper the capybara and his pocket tea and the beef stew and tortillas and cheesey broccoli, but I sure can not wait to find out!

word war with isa (@AWritingCheerleader) ✪ won/lost ✪ 336 words

@ChueyTheCat: “One thousand and one eyelashes blown, two thousand and twenty-one more to go”

I blew eyelash after eyelash waiting for you. They fell from my eyes like snow, practically. One by one they drifted further and further away.

But with every eyelash I dreamed of you and wished for you. My heart would be yours if you wanted it. I wish you could return but I don't think that's possible when you're six feet under.

It's been a few years since you passed away and I miss you more and more each and every day. There is such a longing inside of my soul for you, like you took a piece of my when you left and never gave it back.

So now I sit here, blowing eyelash after eyelash. One thousand and one down, two thousand and twenty-one more to go. It's a sad, dim life I live, but if it will breing you back, I'llt ake the chance. So what if i'm called crazy- haven't th4ey lost someone too? I miss you. I mis syou. I miss you. I miss you so much, I miss you more and more with each passing eyelash blown with each passing second with each passing moment you arent here to comfort me and help me and be here for me.

I guess I'm crazy to still love someone even though taht someone is dead. But I mis syou more and more and more with each given day. When you were buried, I think a piece of myself was too. I'll never get it back but maybe the eyelashes will come true with the wishes I wished on them and maybe I will see you again and find myself again and know who I am again. I'm so confused and lost and loney in this world without you. You were my persn and now you are gone. I have no one.

If you do come back, I promise I will love you until the day I die. And if you don't, I will still love you until we rejoice togetehr again after

daily 12 ✪ 302 words ✪ 100 points (150 for proof)

A title is the seed of a story; a promise of the world it holds. But today, you won’t be planting your own. Instead, take a title from another writer in the comments and let it lead you somewhere unexpected. What kind of tale will grow? Write a piece of 250 words for 100 points. Earn an extra 150 points for sharing your inspired story!

“anybody call a doctor? im 1000 degrees in love” from @angieee-_

“Mama, I think I'm in love!” I say, my face flushing a bright red as I run into the parlor where Mama is sitting in a rocking chair. She's next to the fire knitting a sweater with the most fabulous yarn I've ever seen.

“Oh, Evangeline. How can you say that? You know you aren't allowed to,” Mama says.

“Maybe it won't happen. We don't know yet! This is the first time I've ever fallen in love and I'm taking the risk!”

Mama sighs and pulls up a stool, motioning for me to sit.

“Darling. When you were born-”

“I know, I know. A witch cursed me.”

“Let me speak. A Fire Witch set a curse on you. She was jealous of your potential beauty and hoped that you would never, ever find love. If you ever fall in love, you become 1000 degrees. It wouldn't kill you, but it would harm so much.”

“Like what?” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Your surroundings, the planet, people, your lover. Practically everything will be harmed and burnt if you fall in love.”

“Then how come I'm not burning anything yet?”

“I don't know the details of your curse, but you may not fall in love! So stop!” Mama rubs her forehead and takes a deep breath. “I'm sorry for raising my voice. I just… I can't let anything happen to you. It could harm you as well, and I… I don't know what I would do if you weren't here with me.”

I scoot closer to her and I take her hands in mine.

“I love you, Mama. But somehow you aren't burned yet. So maybe, just maybe, it will work out. It's a risk I'm willing to take and if worse comes to worse, I'll stop before anything really bad happens. I promise.”

daily 17 ✪ 409 words ✪ 300 points (150 for proof)

Today, we're putting our feet in the worlds of modernism and postmodernism! Choose a modernism celebrity (from about the 1890s to the 1940s) and a celebrity from the postmodernism era (from about 1945 to now!) and write about them if they were to meet up and collab! Would they start a restaurant? Write a song? Run a school? The possibilities are endless! Write 400 words for this celebrity mashup and earn 300 points for your cabin, plus 150 points if you share what you wrote!

Swift and Chanel would create a makeup and clothing line based off of lyrics from The Tortured Poets Department. The line would be called “A Poet's Glance” and would be released on April 19, 2026, as that would mark the three year anniversary since the release of The Tortured Poets Department. Then, Taylor and Coco would release a wardrobe line of dark, moody clothes- perfect for a Torture Poet. This line would be released 3 days after April 19, 2026 on April 22, 2026. These items would be available worldwide, so don't worry, international besties! The wardrobe would be called “Perfectly Tortured” and include items that ranged from coquette to grunge and all the in betweens- it would be a collection that mixed and matched everyone's styles. With the makeup line, each item would come with a QR code that would lead to a special, acoustic recording of “So High School”. Each piece of the clothing line would come with a QR code that hints at The Tortured Poets Department: The Finale, a version of The Tortured Poets Department with all the original songs as well as songs from The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology, but also acoustic versions and 5 new songs with titles of Coco Chanel's original products. These names would be Number 5, Chanel, Little Black Dress, Tweed Jacket, and Pearl Lady. However, get your shopping done as soon as you can! The collab would only go on for 2 weeks (look! the 2 is back!) and would end on May 6, 2026. Then, 13 days later, on May 19, The Tortured Poets Department: The Finale would be released along with the “A Poet's Glance” makeup line and the “Perfectly Tortured” clothes, as well as merch between the two that would directly profit French immersion schools. Finally, on October 31, 2026, Taylor Swift would collab with Agatha Christie on a novel titled “no body, no crime” based off of, you guessed it, the song “no body, no crime” by Taylor Swift. This would be a murder mystery thriller which contained random capitalized letters on each page hinting towards the release of Agatha Christie's new novel, “Sequin Beast”, which would be based off of Taylor Swift's life and would be released on the same day as reputation (Taylor's Version) on December 13, 2026. Christie played piano on some of the tracks of reputation (Taylor's Version) and all proceeds of her novel would go towards mental health institutes.

critique for surf (@surfdudewave) ✪ 423 words

hi surf! thank you so much for bearing with me while it took me a while to critique your piece! life got rather busy but anyways, here we are! please take my critiques with a grain of salt because your thoughts are more than valuable as mine and at the end of the day, as long as you're proud of what you've written, that's what matters!

It is 25 by 37 centimeters, a standard woodblock print size called ōban.

add something along the lines of “which is” or etc before “a standard woodblock”

The Great Wave deftly utilizes perspective, with Mount Fuji appearing small in the background in contrast to the largest wave. Mount Fuji can be mistaken for another wave, and the cresting wave provides juxtaposition to Mount Fuji.

up to this point, you use “Mount Fuji” four times already, plus two more times later on. is there a different way you could describe it, such as “the enormous mountain” or something along the lines of that? it gets a bit repetitive especially if you use it twice in a single sentence like you did in the last sentence here.

It’s located close to Edo, and its coastal significance (and location relative to Mount Fuji) during the Edo period likely prompted Hokusai to use these waters in his print.

remove the comma after “close to Edo” i think!

Most ukiyo-e prints during the early Edo period represented courtesans and the Kabuki actors, in an appeal to the public’s preferences.

again, remove the comma after “the Kabuki actors”

The artist first creates the design on paper, then tracing it onto a translucent paper. Ukiyo-e prints were made using a hard type of wood, usually cherry, because of its durability, fine grain, and longevity. Using the translucent guide, the artist transfers the design, chiseling and paring the block along the lines to form a negative version. Once the design is complete, ink is added, and then the ink is transferred over to the paper by rubbing it into the block.

add an introduction to this! it's a bit abrupt in my opinion (so take it with a grain of salt) but you could add something like “to make an Edo Period woodblock prints, first the artist creates the design on paper”

It was one of the first synthetic pigments, and was lightfast and versatile, appealing to Japanese artists because of its superior quality to available pigments.

what about it is so superior? are other pigments not lightfast and versatile? say so!

Aizuri-e is a specific printing style that refers to prints made exclusively or almost entirely in blue, with The Great Wave being one of the earlier aizuri-e prints, though Hokusai continued to use Prussian blue in many of his landscape prints.

i would replace “though” with “and” because “though” is used when something contrasts with the main idea. if he used blue already and he kept using blue, it's the same.

Spectroscopy reveals that the Great Wave that both colors were layered over to achieve different darker shades that still had were vibrant in color.

add “in” in between “reveals that” and “the Great Wave” and then remove the “that” after “the Great Wave” and add a comma and finally remove the “still had”. your new sentence would be "Spectroscopy reveals that in the Great Wave, both colors were layered over to achieve different darker shades that were vibrant in color." or rewrite it how youd like!

Each time the block deposits ink onto the paper it leaves different colors at different heights in the print.

add a comma after “onto the paper”

Dutch influence is present on this print; Prussian blue, for example, was introduced to Japan through trade with the Dutch as a commodity.

first, change “is present on this print” to “is present in this print” and make the whole chunk before the semicolon it's own sentence! but make sure you add something to the start so it's not quite so abrupt and choppy.

The wave does not represent a tsunami; this wave does not crest like those of a tsunami.

make these two seperate sentences OR remove the semicolon and add a “as” in between “a tsunami” and “this wave”

Tsunami waves do not have white capes until they reach the shore, and this wave is more likely to be a rogue wave in a storm.

remove the “, and” and instead use “meaning”

overall, this was great and very informative! thank you again for letting me critique it and you did great! in general, there's a bit of punctuation that could be changed and some things felt a bit randomly placed but overall awesome job!

weekly 4 ✪ 2283 words ✪ 4000 points

myth - smarlls - 151/150 words
write about your character working together with others in order to achieve a hard goal

“Okay… hand me the tire, Lysa.”

“I think I'll roll it, actually, if that's good,” she responded snarkily.

“Whatever. You roll the tire and I'll roll my eyes,” Sebastian said.

The duo was stuck on the side of the road, cars speeding past mere feet away. They had gotten a flat tire barley half way through their trip to the cabin where they were to meet their friends. Luckily, Sebastian knew how to change a tire, and luckily, Lysa had an extra one. She rolled it to him and plopped down on the ground next to him, the skirt of her skort spreading out.

“Okay, now I need the wrench.” Lysa handed him the wrench and watched as he slowly, but surely, changed the tire.

For the next ten minutes, Lysa did whatever Sebastian said. “Hold this”, “hand me this”, “throw this in the trunk”.

And then, finally, it was done.

illu-fi - captain celadon - 206/200 words
write about a bizarre or unexpected scenario happening to your character

“Alrighty! That should do it!” Sebastian grinned at Lysa and she grinned back, impressed with his tire changing skills. She knew it was a good idea to have him go with her considering her bad luck when it came to driving and cars.

“Awesome, now let's get in and go! We should hurry because by the time we get there, they'll have started the fun without us!”

And so, they climbed into the car once more. Lysa started the engine and… oh dang it. If their day wasn't bad enough as is, a mysterious fog emerged from the air vents.

“What is this?” she said nervously, looking at Sebastian with wide eyes. He looked just as confused as she felt and he shrugged.

“Uh, maybe open a window?” he said. Lysa frantically pressed down on the window button. No luck.

“I'm trying!” her voice was growing more and more panicked by the second and she could feel her heart rate rising. She started swaying and her vision began to blur around the edges. “It's… not.. working…” she trailed off before she collapsed in her seat, head on the steering wheel.

“Lysa! Lysa… what…” Sebastian murmured before collapsing as well, his head leaning against the unopened window.

action - peeles - 204/200 words
write about your character getting out of their comfort zone

Lysa woke up first and when she did, she found that she was lying on a road. A brick road. A yellow brick road. She groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Gazing around, she saw Sebastian lying next to her. He was passed out and she crawled over to him.

“H-hey- hey! Sebastian! Wake up, please! Wake up!” But still, after waiting a few seconds and then shaking his shoulders, nothing had happened. “Hello? Hello? Is anybody there?” Lysa called out to her surroundings, hoping that somebody, anybody, would be able to help them. They were in the middle of a yellow brick road surrounded by a field of flowers. Suddenly, she heard something.

“Kiss,” a voice said. It was like a whisper weaving in between the multi-colored flowers. “Him. Kiss… him…”

“W-what? I hate to break it to you, random mysterious voice, but we're just friends.”

“The sleeping will wake when their hearts are full…”

Lysa groaned. “Fine! But if this doesn't work, I swear…” She leaned over Sebastian's face and took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing…” And she kissed him. She backed away slowly and… and… and… he awoke!

“Woah.. where are we? What happened?” He said, his eyes wide.

fairy tales - skog - 203/200 words
write about your character overestimating their abilities

“I… I don't know.” Lysa was still a bit flustered from having to kiss Sebastian- let alone it working. Stupid mysterious voices. “The sleeping will wake when their hearts are full”- what does that even mean? Did that mean Sebastian… liked her? No, it couldn't be. Right? Yeah. Yeah.

“Lysa? Are you okay? You seem… off,” he asked.

“What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine,” she said, running a hand through her hair. What does his hair feel like, she wondered. She quickly shut those thoughts down. Nope. That was not happening. Not today, at least… Nope! Never, ever. She sighed and stood up. “Can you stand? I don't know what happened, but we should figure out a way out.

”Yeah, I'm sure I can. I've got this!“ He did not, in fact ‘got this’. Sebastian attempted to stand up and… nope. Down he fell.

”Ah! Are you okay?“ Lysa asked frantically.

”I think… I might need another minute,“ he said, clutching his head.

”Okay… okay. Yeah, yeah. Sure. Um, I'm going to go look around quickly and see if there's anything to see.“

”Sounds good! I'll shout if I need you.“

”Okay. Um. Bye!" Lysa walked off in the other direction without another word.

thriller - lieutenant lilac - 200/200 words
your character is put in a dangerous scenario

Lysa walked down the yellow brick road humming her current favorite song: Enchanted by Taylor Swift- don't worry, it's Taylor's Version. She would never ever not support Taylor and her journey to reclaim her masters. But when would reputation (Taylor's Version) come out… she had no clue. Whatever. That wasn't important right now. For now, she had to figure out how to escape this cursed flower field and yellow brick road. But alas- because she was jamming out to the song she was humming, she didn't realise she was being followed. The flowers behind her swayed and bowed as something moved through them and then- it jumped right in front of her!

She let out a screech at the sight of an odd… green… girl?

“Who are you? Why are you here?” the girl screamed, pointing a… broom at her?

“I-I'm Lysa!” she stuttered, putting her hands up in surrender and taking a cautious step towards the green broom girl.

“Don't move! I'll hurt you!” the girl said, thrusting the broom near Lysa and causing her to take a frantic step backwards. “Why are you here?”

“I don't know! I need help- my friend, Sebastian, is hurt! Can you help?”

dystopian - blahaj - 155/150 words
write about where something a character believed was great/perfect turned out to be flawed/bad

The green girl slowly lowered her broom. “I suppose I can,” she sighed. “Let me start over. I'm Elphaba. And I'm green. No, I didn't eat grass. Yes, I've always been like this. No, I'm not sea sick-”

“Okay, whatever. That's great. Can you help or no?”

“Yes, I said yes. Come on, let's go,” Elphaba said, walking towards the field of flowers. The flowers were of all shapes and sizes- some were taller than the girls!

“Are you sure this is safe?” Lysa asked cautiously.

“Yes, come on. They've never harmed me. These flowers are grown by Munchkins. The shortest ones are the oldest and the tallest ones are the youngest- they grow from the top down.”

But as Lysa walked, she began to feel dizzy and dreary… like something inside her soul was pulling her down… her eyelids fluttered and the last thing she saw was the strange green girl running towards her.

fan-fi - maestro maroon - 151/150 words
incorporate meaningful music/songs/lyrics into your story

When Lysa awoke, she was in a room split with pink and green. The side she was on was green- just like the bed she was in. However, both sides were rather tattered and torn apart… almost as if a monster had ran through and ripped everything to shreds.

She groaned and rubbed her eyes. Her vision cleared and on the pink side- in a pink bed- she saw Sebastian! He was sitting up and reading a book. From the looks of it, he seemed so much better. There was color in his face and a bandage around his head. Hm. That wasn't good.

“I was enchanted to meet you,” she said before shutting her mouth and clasping a hand over it.

“Oh… Elphaba warned me this might happen. The last song you were thinking of before the flowers scent hit you is now what you speak in,” he said, chuckling.

sci-fi - jim flabsdz - 157/150 words
write about where a character experiments with new or unfamiliar technology

“Here, take this potion. That should fix you,” Sebastian said as he handed her a luminescent pink potion. The stopper was gold in the shape of a heart and the whole bottle was a heart, at that. The pink matched the side of the room that Sebastian was on. Not wanting to risk saying anything else, Lysa uncorked the bottle and took a drink.

“Okay, now I'm going to wave this wand over your throat and… I think that's it,” he said. Lysa nodded and so that's what he did. “This was my first time doing this. Elphaba did it to me so I kind of learned, I guess, but I don't know if I did it right. Try saying something.”

“Um, hello? Oh! Yay! I'm not speaking in song anymore!” she grinned. “Thanks! And sorry about whatever that was… I don't even know ha ha.”

“It's okay, don't worry. I said some pretty awkward stuff too.”

mystery - gurtle - 186/150 words
write about your character receiving messages from an unknown person

Lysa arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Like what, if I may ask?”

Sebastian blushed and looked away. “It's nothing important.” He cleared his throat and continued. “So, um, anyways. Elphaba went out to find some food. In the meantime, it's just you and I here. All alone. Supposedly there's a spell of sorts placed on this castle that prevents people from seeing it? I'm not completely sure how it works, but Elphaba trusted it enough to leave us here.”

“That's great and all but why does she need all of this protection? What's she hiding? I found her in the field of flowers and then she took me into it and I collapsed and then when I woke up, I was in a random bed in a room that had been completely torn up.”

Before Sebastian could respond, a bubble appeared before them. Inside the bubble was a lady's face.

“Hello, my dear darlingists! I am Glinda and you are receiving this message because you have been in contact with Elphaba. Please know that she is a dangerous individual and not to be trusted! That is all!”

journalism - baroness bluebell - 103/100 words
write about your character learning something unexpected

And with that, the bubble disappeared. For a few moments, neither of the duo said anything.

“I don't know what that was all about… but I don't think it's doing any good for us to trust Elphaba,” Lysa said. At that moment, as if one cue, Elphaba burst through the door.

“Okay, the thing is- sorry, I'm out of breath,” she panted, clutching her chest. “I was listening to your whole conversation and I'm a witch and I'm on the run! I don't know what exactly I'm being charged for, but everyone is angry at me. I've been hiding out here for days.”

adventure - mazasa - 201/200 words
write about your character completely changing their appearance

Lysa and Sebastian stared at Elphaba for a few seconds before Sebastian cleared his throat.

“Well. Um. How about we get rid of your… green-ness. I feel like that's a good first step to being on the run.”

Elphaba groaned. “I've tried! I've tried so, so, so hard. I've used every spell in the book, yet nothing has happened!”

“Have you heard of makeup?” Sebastian asked, tilting his head to the side. “Like, foundation? And you could bleach your hair, too. I think I saw some over here… yep! Here it is. Do you have a bathroom we can use?”

“Woah, woah, woah. Sebastian! Why are you helping her? She's a wanted felon! Maybe not a felon, but she's still dangerous!” Lysa exclaimed, shocked that Sebastian would even consider helping the green girl.

“Just because I'm dangerous doesn't mean I'm in the wrong. And yes, the bathroom is this way.”

Lysa sat outside while Sebastian performed an insane makeover on Elphaba. When she stepped out, Lysa let out a gasp.

“Wow! Elphaba, you look… so… different.”

Elphaba now had blue eyes (they had found some color changing contacts), blonde hair, and pale skin, plus a fair amount of blush and eyeshadow.

bi-fi - marc mangoson - 208/200 words
write about your character struggling to let something go

“I do, don't I?” she giggled, spinning around and letting her dress (which was now pink) twirl around her. She paused and looked at herself in the mirror, her smile suddenly fading. Her gaze had landed above her head on the weird, sharp, black pointy hat that sat there. Her hands slowly lifted to it and she took it off.

“Elphaba? Are you okay?” Lysa asked. Even though she still wasn't sure of whether or not they could trust her, she could still be concerned for the green- now blonde- girl.

“Yeah. It's just… this hat was a gift from my old roommate, Glinda. You know, the one you saw in the bubble message.” Elphaba sighed. “We were the best of friends until… well, I'm not completely sure what happened to make her hate me, but whatever. It's okay. I don't know if I'm ready to leave behind the hat just yet but if anyone sees it, they'll know for sure that I'm not who I appear to be. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay… right?”

“Oh, Elphaba. Come here,” Lysa said, and walked over with her arms outstretched to hug her possible new friend. Maybe not a complete friend, but she sure was more than an enemy.

fantasy - pandora pink - 158/150 words
write where an everyday object takes on magical properties

The two girls hugged while Sebastian watched awkwardly from the side.

“Oh, get in here,” Elphaba said, motioning for Sebastian to join them. The three of them stayed in the embrace for a little while before they finally pulled apart. “Let's see… I need the Grimmerie. Can you fetch it? It's under my bed- the green one.” Sebastian scurried off to grab it and brought it back. Elphaba took it, nodding a quick thanks to Sebastian. She flipped open to a page with gold inscriptions on it. “I think… I can make the bed fly. And we can fly out of here and escape.”

“Escape? What? Where? Why?” Lysa asked.

“They might not find us, but soon they'll be searching everywhere and somehow stumble upon the only flaw in the magic. We need to escape and try to get you two home before all goes wrong.” Elphaba began to chant and sure enough, the bed started to fly.

thank yous ✪ 494 words

kenzie
KENZIEEEEEE MY FAVORITE (AND ONLY) IRL SWCER!!! i am so so so happy to have been in another cabin with you and lead a cabin with you!!! its been so much fun and i love you so so so much <3 thank you so very much for co-leading with me <3

ayla
AYLAAAAA!!!! thank you for being an absolute icon! its been so much fun to lead with you and im so so so so soooo happy you accepted my offer all those months ago <3 thank you for everything youve done and i cant wait to see what you do next in swc <3

lana
MY ALARIS TWINNNN <333 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH <3333 thank you for helping me with everything and for being someone i can always depend on whether i need to yap or rant or annoy someone- you are always there. thank you for everything :pleading:

rockie
ROCKEIIEIEIEIEIEIEIIE <33333 i love you so so so muchhhhh <33333 youre absolutely amazing and it always makes me smile when i see that youve messaged me. im so grateful for you and everything you do for me and all of swc ilysssssm <3333333

action
ahhhhhh my dearest action <3 it has been such an honor and a joy to be your leader and to get to know all of you! i couldnt have asked for a better cabin and i am so incredibly grateful for all of you- whether this was your first session, your third, or if youve been here since the start, thank you for being a part of this session. i know each and every one of you would make an absolutely amazing leader and i hope ill be in one of your cabins in a future session. if you ever need anything, im here for you <3 thank you all for everything, its been an honor <333

polar bears
lana, amethyst, cj- its been so much fun working and collabing with you (and causing chaos and bullying yall) over the past three (i think) months! im so grateful to have been a part of this amazing team (were literally the best polar bears to exist like ever :zany and thank you all for everything youve done!!!

hosties
thank you for everything you do!!! you are all so absolutely amazing and i am so grateful for everything you do for swc <3 thank you for trusting me to be a leader and for letting me be a polar bear. ive had so much fun and i am so so so so sooooo thankful for all of the opportunities youve given me <3

swc
i truly would not be the person i am today if not for you all <3 thank you for being such an amazing community and i cant wait to see you all next session <3 let me leave you with a few final words:
:cartwheel: :dancer: :unicorn: :sparkles: :zany: :yum: :wink: :fire:
#gaslight #gatekeep #girlboss

app critiques!
- if you would like your app critiqued or have any questions, please ask here! :D
- due to studying, ap exams, speech, and other commitments, i am unable to give very in depth critiques (until late may!), but i will give a basic overview and parts of your app that are strong and things that could be worked on!
- keep in mind that this is your app!!! you decide what critiques to take and not to take. your app should best resemble who you are and your ideas, not mine <333

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critique for livy
strengths:
- 1: wowww this is an in depth answer :0
- 2: once again, so in depth!!!
- 3: ooooo i love your ideas :0
- 4: not gonna critique your excerpt bc thats a whole other critique but yay! excerpt!
- 5: looks great! we love being able to dedicate time to swc <33
- 6: it makes me SO happy when people highlight their weaknesses in depth and talk about their progress!!!
- 7: ditto of #6
- 8: YES
- 9: looks wonderful i approve
- 10: love the acknowledgement of how your inactivity would affect your campers
- 11: LOL I LOVE THIS
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- 1: “However, my being sheep (…)” is worded a bit oddly?
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- 3: make sure you get permission from past cabin leaders if the crossover idea does happen
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- 5: when you post it, make sure you fill in the “date-date” parts
- 6: try to relate your strengths to how they can help you (co)lead!
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- 11: isnt “cosy” spelled “cozy” or am i tweaking
other notes:
- your word count right now is over the limit; i recommend cutting it just a bit more! however, going over the limit does not impact your chances at being chosen and as your word count isnt too much higher than the limit, it should be okay
- make sure your text version is posted in last session's megathread, because as of the last time i applied, that was the rule
- i would space out the paragraphs a bit better because theyre spaced rather funnily with some touching but being different paragraphs?
- overall, this looks great! best of luck!!!

critique for cat
strengths:
- 1: love love love how in depth this is!
- 2: yayyy! experience!
- 3: love your thoughts on tctwnw
- 4: not gonna critique your excerpt bc thats a whole other critique but yay! excerpt!
- 5: looks great!
- 6: yayyy i love when people acknowledged both their strengths and weaknesses
- 7: yessssss love this!
- 8: this looks great!
- 9: LOVE THE USE OF “FORGING”!!!
- 10: yipeeeeee
- 11: PLANT MOM ERA I LOLED
to improve:
- 1: i would move the writing and swc paragraphs at the end to 2!
- 2: n/a
- 3: i would add at least 2 cabins you would love to co-lead- it really helps leaders narrow down who to pick for co!
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- 6: how would these impact you being a co-leader in both positive and negative ways?
- 7: elaborate more on how these will impact you being a co-leader!
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- overall, this looks great!
- one main way you can improve is by elaborating on your answers! you still have words you can use, so use them!
- elaborate on how things you do would affect swc- your campers, fellow (co)leaders, and the community in general!
- add credits :zany:
- best of luck to youuu!!!

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- 1: looks great! love the joking in it!
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