A bridge over a slow rolling river stood strong, always watching the river drift into the starlight. Many people crossed the bridge, and it wove between the dimensions of time and space. On the bridge, many people met, and many people continue to meet. On this particular day, it was Monday. And on Mondays, a silent meeting occurred, between two individuals who came there. They had been meeting for a long time at that point, although they had never spoke. This bridge, this crossroads between time and space, was an escape for them.
This particular Monday was different, though. Because one of them spoke.
“Hello,” The man said, “We’ve been meeting for a while now. I figured we should speak at least once before we pass our separate ways, and perhaps… create something together. You are an artist, no?”
The woman smiled.
“I am an artist, but one of music. I would love to create something. I’m not too bad at painting, but you are definitely the master.”
“I never told you I was an artist,” The man chuckled, and the woman swallowed.
“Oh! That’s right. I could just….. Tell. from the paint that has been on you some days.”
The man shrugged, and he seemed to accept this as an answer. How should he know any better, anyway?
“What piece would you like to create?”
The woman smiled.
“Why don’t we paint the bridge?”
The man nodded, seemingly excited by this suggestion. He left to get painting supplies, and they were soon painting what they saw together.
The artwork soon became a reality, and both of them were quite proud of it. The man smiled at the woman, satisfied.
“It is a masterpiece. Why don’t you keep it?”
The woman accepted the gift gratefully, and as she was leaving, he called out,
“Wait!” She turned, and he stepped forward.
“Please tell me, what is your name?”
“Why are you asking me all of this now? We will see each other again,” The woman said, mildly concerned.
“It’s just that the mystery has bugged me for a long time, and I would like to know you, a my friend, and not as a stranger that stand by my side every Monday.”
“I suppose that makes sense. My name’s Taylor, Taylor Swift.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, Taylor. My Name’s VIncent Van Gough.”
They spoke for a few minutes longer and then as the sun finished setting they parted, leaving the little bridge in between worlds for another week.

simile daily wheeee 451 words using Chuey's prompt!!

K looked out of the window of the spaceport, staring into the depths of the stars. They were cold and silent, and yet as beautiful as they had always been, even back when he was a small child on his homeworld, staring up at the sky and promising himself that he would one day be up among the stars, fighting the war just like his siblings.
He was going home now, the hero he had always dreamed of being. Or he would be that hero, if his path had been different. Not that he was evil–no, he was fully on the side of the resistance. He just chose to step out of the spotlight and let others shine where he could have. None of them knew the secrets that he kept, and he planned to keep it that way.
“You ready?” A voice came from behind him. He didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Silvia.
“I’ll never be ready,” He said, turning, “But let’s go anyway.”
They were soon at the ship that they had stolen, and Silvia piloted it as they jumped to hyperspace.
“How long has it been since you’ve been home?” She asked, and K shrugged.
“It’s been a long time. I… honestly am not sure what to expect.”
“Got family?”
“Last time I checked. But I haven’t heard from them in years, so they could be dead.”
“Are you prepared to deal with that?”
K nodded, but there was an air of sadness to the nod.
They soon arrived at K’s homeworld, and as they stepped out, Silvia breathed a soft swear. The land was ruined, clearly attacked by the empire. K said nothing, but he walked forward, looking around. They walked through a ruined city, saying nothing. K knelt in the dirt in the middle of a street, picking something up off of the ground. When he turned, he was holding a small child’s toy, burnt and broken.
“I hate the empire,” he seethed, storming on. He was as dark as the sun. Which, on this planet, happened to be pretty dark, because the empire had used it to fuel a giant machine that they had constructed after the destruction of the death star(s) to be their New and Improved Ray Of Doom, which they had tested on all twenty three of the planet’s moons. Now, the planet had no moons at all. K had wondered why they hadn’t just blown up the planet, but he also knew that they had some sort of secret operation going on on it, which was probably why the planet had survived. It was also why ther were there–to find the operation and end it.

daily 3/19!! 348 words, 300 points, will format nicely later ahaha but my words were “betrayal, flames, mango” given by Toko!

She stood in the middle of the destruction and the flames, watching everything she knew burn to ash.

She had always been a nice girl, hardworking and loyal to her family. They all did the family business of farming, and they provided for their village. She wasn’t talented like them. They were all naturals at growing plants, assisted by their powers. But she didn’t have any powers. The only thing she seemed to be able to do was ruin things.
She had lots of plants when she was little, trying to raise them to prove that she could grow something. They had all died.
Only one had survived, one that she had gotten in her teen years. It was a mango tree, and it was very sturdy. Even when she neglected it, it kept growing, producing shriveled fruit that was barely edible.
Her family was disappointed in her, especially her parents. It was the family heritage that you had to be a creator, and you had to be good at creating. But she wasn’t. Their love was a game, and she spent all her life chasing after their affection. The affection that would never come, because all she did was destroy things.
It was seventeen years before she broke. Seventeen years she put up with them and chased after love from her parents, blinded to the love of the rest of her family. By the time they tried to step in, it was too late–she thought their love was a game too.
Her betrayal was inevitable, and when it finally happened, she did what she did best, her family’s screams and pleas for her to stop, telling her they loved her, they wanted her, she needed to come back to them, ringing in her ears. They meant nothing to her now.
It was then she did what she did best–she destroyed her home, destroyed their crops, destroyed everything that had been a product of her family.

She stood in the middle of the destruction and the flames, watching everything she knew burn to ash. And she was smiling.

Flowers bloom in the spring
Flowers die in the winter
Like everyone and everything
Highs and lows are part of life
And I’ve certainly had mine
I know many more are in store for me
In store for everyone who lives

Some days I’m a metamorphic butterfly
A fairy on the wind
Time keeps going, flying by
And I soar among its skies

If I looked in the mirror as my younger self
And she saw who I am now
She would not recognize the person standing there
But it’s who I am, and I know exactly how

I got here over time
Slowly growing up
Some days I wish I could rewind
But I know that it will all happen again
The chains of destiny will bind

Bind me to the fate before me
My changing hair, changing tastes, changing eyes
The world I’ve lived lays in a sea behind
And ahead, shimmering in possibility, new adventure lies.

It was a truly beautiful evening. The sun was slowly sinking, and the clock on the shelves above the fireplace was ticknig slowly, counting down the minutes until cabin wars. Mouse sat on the couch, computer in their lap and feet resting on the edge of the coffee table, typing quickly. The day had been absolutely wonderful, from getting up early and drawing to skiing. Skiing had been especially fun, from getting out and hitting powder that they hadn’t expected to be there to just plain having fun. They had met two wonderful people that they took up to the tallest peak and then split ways, promising to meet back at lunch–Mouse and their brother went a different route, across a very long hike to a cliff. Well, not actually a cliff, but it was indeed quite steep–one of the steepest runs on the mountain. They skied it quickly, laughing and whooping, but the hike had taken a long time and they had to rush to their lunch place, very late. They did manage to find their new friends, and they bought them fries as a thanks for being so kind, and in return Mouse and their brother took them skiing for the rest of the day. Everyone had a blast, and then after the bus ride home Mouse took a shower and sat down to write, warm and satisfied.
The day had been great, and they knew that the evening would be too! Not only was cabin wars going to start, but they were going to watch Thor with their dad and brother, and the three of them would consume popcorn and have a good time.
It would be a truely wonderful evening.
The fire was in the fireplace, and Mouse’s mind wandered to dragons, as it usually did when they were waiting for something. It was either dragons or ghosts, or maybe the tory they were currently telling themself. Dragons had been their obsession for a very long time, and they did not intend for that to change. A bird chirped outside the condo, singing a song that spring was coming–or maybe it was just complaining about something, as magpies usually did. The birds would become more frequent as spring drew closer, and soon the area would be swarming with wildlife, from snakes to finches to bear to moose. Mouse was excited for spring, but that was in the future. And right now, they wanted to enjoy their evening.

❅03/22/25 ○ Weekly Three ○ 2379 words total ○ 3000 points



❅Part One: Trope Pros and Cons ○ 642 words total

Trope 1 ○ Love at First Sight ○ 97 words
Love at first sight is when two characters meet and at least one falls deeply in love with the other. This is very common in fairy tales or movies, especially classic Disney movies. The positives to this trope are that it is a classic, it can set off some really great villain arcs, and that it makes things faster to write, since the love happens instantly. Negatives are that it simply is extremely fictional–in real life, love at first sight relationships hardly ever work out. They can be very toxic, and it honestly feels unrealistic and corny.

Trope 2 ○ The Chosen One ○ 168 words
The chosen one is someone who has been chosen for a mission, and they are the only one that can complete it. This can be due to their previous accomplishments, skills, or some other trait that they didn’t even know that they had (or maybe they did…). Or the wizard just used a random spinner wheel. Positives to this trope are it is wildly popular and creates a great story, and also it can be twisted in so many fun ways! Negatives are that it has been done a LOT, so if you do it wrong, you could end up with a cliche story. It can also make a story confusing, especially if you do it wrong, because you need to make sure that your main character is actually the chosen one for this task, and you have to be careful, because if there’s someone else in the story that could have fit the role better, you need a good reason why they were not the chosen one.

Trope 3 ○ Chosen Family ○ 126
Chosen family is when characters who are not blood related form close bonds, like those of a family, and in some cases function as a family. Usually these happen when the main character does not have a good relationship with the rest of their blood family, or does not have blood family at all. Positives to this trope are that it can be really wholesome and slowly making a family out of your characters is so satisfying. It is widely loved, and some of the best stories feature this trope. Negatives are that it can take a long time to create one realistically in your story, and if you do it wrong you can accidentally create a bad relationship or one that doesn’t make any sense.

Trope 4 ○ Reluctant Hero ○ 116 words
The reluctant hero is someone who could be the chosen one (or is the chosen one!) or has powers that could stop a conflict but they are reluctant or flat out refuse to accept their destiny, for any reason from self-doubt to not believing in the cause. Positives to this trope are that readers are usually very interested to see if the hero will accept their destiny or not, and it can be very fun to write. Negatives are that you need good reasons for them to say no, and it will take a little plotting to be able to make them believably change their mind and accept their fate before the end of the story.

Trope 5 ○ Forbidden Love ○ 117 words
Forbidden love is when two characters love each other, but they aren’t supposed to fall in love. This could be for many reasons, and sometimes the relationship works out, sometimes it does not. Positives of this trope are it can be fascinating to read about if done right, and it can often spark change like two societies united because of the love, or something becoming more accepted because of the love. Negatives can be that this trope can frankly be gross for reasons I am not sure I can say on scratch. Bad relationships can form, and if you do it wrong, like any romance trope, it can turn out boring, annoying, corny, or just fail altogether.



❅Part Two: Favourite Trope ○ 477 words
I chose the Chosen One trope, except the chosen one is refusing to be the chosen one if you know what movie I was thinking of while writing this I love you forever

He stood on the edge of the world, staring down into the swirling void of the universe.
“Hey! What are you doing?” A voice called from behind him, and he didn’t have to turn to know that the voice belonged to Gregor.
“What do you want, Gregor.”
“I want you to give it a chance. You’re so powerful, and I know that you can save us. With all of your magic–heck, even some of it! I know you’re still holding back on us. Please. We need you.”
“You need me,” He repeated slowly, “You need me, and yet what did you do when I needed you?”
“That was not up to me, first of all,” Gregor started, and he held up a finger to silence him.
“No. You had a say, and no one chose to help me. So why should I help you now?”
Gregor was silent for a long moment.
“Because you’re better than us.”
“That’s not what you have said before.”
“We couldn’t see it then, but you’re so-”
He finally turned to face him, spinning around quickly enough to make Gregor stop talking. He took a step toward the shorter man, and slowly circled him as he said his next words.
“Funny how quickly minds change when you go from being hated to the last hope of a dying empire. No, I do not think I will be helping you.”
“Look, I know we’ve been jerks, but have you ever heard of being the better person?”
“You’re so desperate to save this place that you can’t even see how ridiculous you’re being. In case you had forgotten, what you did, and even what you tried to do to me, was unforgivable, and we both know I hold grudges. You are not getting my help.”
Gregor spluttered for a moment before taking a deep breath to calm himself.
“You are being foolish, but I can understand your reasoning.”
“And you are reciting a memorized script,” He scoffed. Gregor flushed, but he continued on, “And we know you are a bargaining person, so would you consider a deal?”
“No.”
Gregor ignored his refusal and continued,
“We will offer you a seat on the council and command of one weapon of your choice, excluding the most powerful one. Please. You’re the ONLY ONE that can help us.”
“I don’t think you are hearing me. You did not help me when I needed it, and I do not do favors for people. Your offer might’ve been accepted before, but now, I don’t need it. My answer is no.”
And with that, he leaned backward and fell off the edge of the world, hurdling through space. He could hear Gregor’s shout of “NO!” Still echoing as he used his powers to find a specific place–his next home, at least for the time being, was going to be Earth.



❅Part Three: Unique Twist ○ 509 words
I took Harry Potter and killed it >;D I changed the Chosen One trope to Twist Villain! hehe

Harry Potter stood on the rooftop of Hogwarts, Elder Wand in his hand, invisibility cloak in his bag, and broom floating in wait next to him. He had done what he needed to do, and now he was leaving.
“Harry, wait!” Someone cried from behind him, and he turned to see Hermione. She was out of breath from climbing so many stairs, and she held up a finger for him to wait until she caught it.
“I… I heard you… were leaving,” She panted, and he nodded.
“Harry, please don’t leave! We need you!”
“Need me?” He chuckled, “I’m sure you need me. But I don’t need you, and I have better things to do than waste my time here at this incompetent school full of idiots and bullies.
“Where are you going to go?” She asked, and he smirked.
“I’m going to stay with an old friend.”
“What friend?” She said, brow crinkling in confusion. Harry rolled his eyes.
“If you cannot figure out who it is, you don’t deserve to know.”
“HARRY!” Another voice called, and Harry muttered ‘oh great’ under his breath. Hagrid was soon there, eyes wide in panic.
“Harry! I heard yeh were leaving, an’… an’ I came to try and reason with yeh. I don’t want you to leave, you’re such a good kid–”
“Spare me the theatrics,” Harry said dryly, “I don’t care what you think, but I am not staying.”
“But! Think about everything this school has done for yeh. Everything I’ve done for yeh. Yeh can’t just walk out on it!”
“Everything the school has done for me? Let’s see… I’ve been bullied, abused, mistreated, and taught worthless spells. I’ve solved problems that the staff was too incompetent to as a CHILD. This school has given me nothing, and I could have learned everything in other places.”
“Harry, what has gotten into you? This isn’t you,” Hermione said shakily, and Harry laughed.
“No, this is me. I’ve just been pretending to be nice, pretending to be happy here, because there was something I needed from this school. And now that I’ve gotten it, I won’t be coming back.”
“Harry, please! If yeh won’t do it for yerself, do it for me. We’re such good friends!” Hagrid begged, but Harry rolled his eyes.
“Please. Don’t even get me started on you. You’re stupid, foolish, clumsy, and you’re so easily fooled. I eat your awful cookies and give you a smile and suddenly you think we’re best buds.”
“That’s not true!” Hermione cried, “Hagrid’s been so nice to you, and you wouldn’t even be here without him!”
“Really? No. ‘You’re a wizard, Harry!’ Honestly. Did you think that I didn’t know? I’m not daft. I went along with it because you were an easy way into Hogwarts. And now, like I said, I am DONE. So goodbye–and you’d better hope we don’t meet again because I won’t spare you mercy.”
And with that, Harry Potter got on his broom and flew off to his longtime friend, who was none other than Voldemort.



❅Part Four: Implementing Them ○ 751 words
Tropes I chose: Damsel in distress, creating monsters, wolf in sheep's clothing
Continuing part 2, based loosely off of the same movie and also a book series about the same thing! Again if you know it I love you forever

He fell to Earth and quickly assumed a disguise, transforming from an imposing figure to a 5’4 girl. Months passed, and in his new form he got himself involved in the research of several scientists. They were trying to find the connections between worlds, which he thought was useful information–if he could discover some other path that he wasn not aware of yet, he would be able to leave Earth with so much less hassle. Of course, he didn’t want to be particularly memorable, so he kept his vast knowledge of the universe to himself, instead acting quite stupid. He had been the only applicant for his role, and by the end of a few months, no one took him very seriously. He was just a lab assistant, who would help with this or that but not actually do any of the big breakthroughs. He would point out some things that they did not notice, but either in a spacey way like he hadn’t actually been paying attention to the lecture and instead starting at the pictures, with anonymous notes, or just randomly blurting out something smart. They didn’t realize that it was more than coincidence, and he didn’t want them to.
He was working at his lab, doing some boring unrelated work, when someone slammed open the doors and dashed into the lab.
“EVERYONE! I HAD A BREAKTHROUGH!”
He stood up, walking a little closer before asking,
“What was it?”
The scientist shuffled his feet.
“Well. I connected like a million dots at once and I think I found a way to travel between worlds!! And I… may have done something really dumb. My assistant encouraged me, and we decided to test it out before we showed you guys. Just in case, you know, we actually didn’t discover anything. And we tested it! And it worked! But… my assistant is in another world now, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Can we see your data?” He asked, and the guy nodded.
“Yeah. Anyone who’s working on the project, come with me to my personal lab.”
He came with them, and when the man raised an eyebrow, he explained it with a, “I’m everyone’s assistant. Technically I work on the project too.”
They arrived at the lab, and he poured over the notes, struggling to hide how fascinated he was. The scientist was right. He was exactly right. The only thing he had done wrong was having no way to control the wormholes, which wasn’t a problem for him, because after all he had magic, and the humans did not.
“We need to figure out how to save my assistant,” The scientist said, panic in his voice. He raised his hand.
“I could, like, go in after her.”
“No. Absolutely not. We can’t lose anyone else.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, calculating how he could convince him. Eventually, he resorted to subtly steering everyone to reach the conclusion that yes, someone really had to go after her. They decided to send two people, the scientist who had made the breakthrough and him. They set it up and activated the portal, and he controlled it with magic as they were swept away. They hurdled through space until they landed on a barren place, full of evil and monsters. This was not a good place for a stupid human to be.
“Look, footprints!” He said, tugging the other man along. They needed to get out of there as quickly as possible. It wasn’t long before they could hear screams for help, and they found her trapped under some rocks that had fallen. It didn’t take them long to move them, freeing her.
“We’ve got to get out of here,” He said, and the others agreed. They made their way back to where they could go home, and they almost made it when they were attacked. He had a choice, in a moment–who to save? He knew that without injuring himself he could only save one, and these pathetic humans did not deserve the effort. He shoved the man into the jaws of the nearest monster, and it bought them enough time for the portal to work. He watched the man turn into a monster as they were whisked away, and he was grateful that the lab assistant had not seen his push. He had created another monster, and a really really smart one at that, but he had gotten out unscratched and with the knowledge of opening these hidden portals. An excellent day.

daily 3/23! 466 words <3

If I were a host of SWC, there are a couple things I would implement!

1- I would create more transparency between the hosts and the rest of SWC!! While it is fun to be surprised by the hosts, I think swc could benefiet from a little more transparency, from knowing what the hosts are discussing to actively getting feedback. I recall one session the polar bears had polls to see what the community thought of the dailies and point values and stuff, I think it would be cool to bring that back. Allowing swcers to have input on session themes and mascots could also be really fun, and hopefully make sessions extra special to those who cast theri votes in time <3
2- I would create an SWC Design team! Similar to the polar bears and the mbc, the design team would be a small group of maybe up to five people who are diverse in their swc roles (ie one host, a leader or two, and some campers!). It would give a chance for people who maybe want to be more involved but aren’t chosen for the mbc or polar bears to work on things! What this team would do is pretty self explanatory–they would pick a design format for the session and would be responsible for making thumbnails and stuff–and if they can’t make a thumbnail for something (ie a super secret hosty surprise) they would make a template for the hosts to use. The reason I think this would be good is firstly I’m noticing a lot of AI in official swc thumbnails, and as a Certified AI Hater it makes me sad sdfljkldfsk and secondly I think that each session having a theme of thumbnails would be really cool, not only for cohesiveness but also so you can kind of tell which session what is from! Recently I’ve been seeing the swc thumbnails either look really similar or crazy different, and I think unifying them could be nice ✨ If you look at all the project weeklies from past sessions, all of their thumbnail designs are unique and iconic, and I think if each session had its own unique iconic vibe it would make it even more special. Of course, I’m not saying that every thumbnail looks the same and we don’t already have unique themes, but having a more unified look for each session, as well as giving people who are not in leadership roles more chances to get one!

Naturally, these are only a few very rushed ideas that if I was not speedrunning it would probably be more well worded dflkjfdsj but anyway if you read that mess thank you and now I will return the hostship to the current hosts because I have a movie to watch

okay hello hello! This is what I am hoping to enter in the writing competition, but I'm honestly not too sure about it skdjflfdk I wrote it a WHILE ago as a kind of one-off thing and I have not touched it since, so it is probably full of errors lol

what I am looking for: (anything helps)

• An overall critique (please absolutely roast it to pieces I beg of you)
  
• thoughts on how I could make it better/heighten emotion/give enough context/etc
  
• If you had enough context! And if not, what should I add
  
• maybe some ideas on how to make it a little longer/more descriptive
  
• honestly literally anything you notice or think could be better or whatever like I said anything helps and I'm looking to improve it in any way that I can <3
  

and finally, here's the actual piece! It's 652 words :thumbsup:

Crystal stepped into the room somewhat nervously, not sure what to expect. A man stood there, somewhat awkwardly, and Crystal could tell as soon as she looked at him that he was her father. He had red hair that was messy and in need of a trim, and he was tall and somewhat lanky; but well-muscled as well. He had a face that was incredibly similar in shape to Crystal’s, and his eyes were bright green.
“Hey,” He said, sounding somewhat embarrassed.
Crystal didn’t even say anything–she didn’t know what she could say.
“So. Uh. You probably don’t remember me. And I haven’t seen you in a long time. But. I-I’m your dad.”
“I know,” Crystal said, still shocked, but her voice was kind of icy. This was the man who had decided to flaunt his powers and as a result, had gotten her to have to wear the Monitor. He had basically ruined her life. And now he was here. She didn’t know what to think, but as her shock faded, anger replaced it.
“…You probably hate me, don’t you,” He said softly. It wasn’t even a question.
“Yeah, no kidding. You ruined my life! You decided to flaunt your powers and got busted, and then you just ran away and abandoned me and my mom, and I’m forced to wear a Monitor because of you, and that. Ruined. My. Life. Everyone hated me, I wasn’t treated fairly, and it’s all your fault!” Crystal snapped. He flinched, then took a deep breath and finally met her eyes.
“Look, I don’t blame you for hating me. You have every reason to. But first… Could I explain something?”
Crystal crossed her arms.
“Whatever.”
He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and beginning his story.
“I never intended to leave you. We were out on a walk in a park when you manifested magic in a great explosion of light and color. It was unmissable. I had no choice. You were so young, and I didn’t want you to be taken away from us. So I put a block on your magic, and I took the lights as my own. I shouldered the blame to protect you. And so I was forced to leave. I didn’t want to go to prison–I mean, who does? So I left. I couldn’t come back. I wanted to. I wanted to so, so badly. But I couldn’t. I’m sorry, Crystal.”
She stared at him, suddenly unsure what to say. He was the reason she hadn’t been able to use her powers. But… he had also saved her life. At the cost of his own safety. He was looking at her with a kind, open expression, but it was also resigned. As if he expected her to blow up at him and renounce him. She was tempted to. But she thought about Thea, who had no one but still cared about everyone. Cyfrin, prepared to die for people he didn’t even know. Ronan, who saw things in other people that they didn’t even see in themselves. And Ashla, who had told her she was lucky to have parents who cared about her. All of these people who believed in her, probably more than she believed in herself. Her dad had sacrificed himself to save her. He had done everything he could. The least she could do was forgive him. So she didn’t say anything. She just stepped forward and hugged him. He stiffened, shocked, and then hugged her back. She held him tightly, almost afraid to let go. A million thoughts were running through her head–she finally had met her dad, he was actually a nice guy, he cared about her and her mom more than anything, and he had sacrificed himself for her. But none of those mattered as much as the thought she kept going back to: He loved her.
And she loved him.

daily 3/25! 268 words <3

Welcome one and all to the holiday of Procrastination! No, seriously, it’s the International Day Of Rest, which means no work. Just take care of yourself, relax, and recharge! Actually doing any work today is strictly forbidden. All businesses are closed, all jobs are required to give employees a day off, and no one can have meetings or anything. Why? Because everyone needs a break once in a while, and while yes some businesses will be open (like hospitals-) it’s a collective day to hang out with friends and read that book you’ve been meaning to or hang out with your pets or watch a movie. It’s the perfect day to cozy up and enjoy yourself without having to worry about your heaping to-do list.
This holiday will be celebrated on February 1st every year, and everyone will be requested to celebrate, and celebration can look like anything from just sitting down and relaxing to doing things you love doing like going for a walk, or just sleeping all day. The reason for this holiday is that the world is so busy that some people forget to give themselves a day off, and it can be one of the best things that they do for themselves. Breaks are a necessity, and this holiday will show that to people so hopefully they will make room to unofficially celebrate it on other days! It’s also a perfect excuse to procrastinate on everything- BUT SHH YOU DIDN’T HEAR THAT
So throw a party, hang out with your loved ones, sleep, drink water, have a shower, and enjoy international day of rest!

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Crystal made her way up the stairs to the top of the tower, Rat’s words echoing in her head. Your father wants to see you. She hadn’t seen her father since she was four years old, back when they lived in the City and everything was normal. Before he had disappeared. She’d been expecting to meet him eventually now that she’d joined the rebellion–it was his rebellion, after all–but she wasn’t sure if she was ready. She would probably never be ready.
She reached the top of the stairs and paused before the tall wooden doors, taking a steadying breath. Then, before she could change her mind, she pushed the doors open and stepped inside nervously, not sure what to expect. The room was round, with a high ceiling and several windows, although most were covered by old, hastily hung drapes. A large table was in the center of the room, but there were no chairs as far as Crystal could see. Next to the table stood a man that must have been her father. She could see their resemblance at once: he had red hair identical to hers that was messy and in need of a trim, a face that was incredibly similar in shape to the one she saw when she looked in a mirror. His eyes were bright green, and he was tall and lanky but also well-muscled.
“Hey,” He said, sounding embarrassed.
Crystal didn’t say anything–she had no idea what she could say. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she was rooted to the spot. She had imagined this moment so many times, and now it was actually here, her father was actually alive, and he was standing right in front of her.
“So. Uh. You probably don’t remember me. And I haven’t seen you in a long time. But. I-I’m your dad.”
“I know,” Crystal said, still shaken, but her voice was strained and icy. This was the man who had decided to flaunt his powers and as a result, had gotten her to have to wear the Monitor. She could still feel the thick metal band around her neck, searching for magic that she might’ve had as a result of having his blood in her veins. He had ruined her life. And now he was here. Slowly her shock drained away and anger replaced it, hardening her gaze.
“…You probably hate me, don’t you,” He said softly. It wasn’t even a question.
“Yeah, no kidding. You ruined my life! You had the stupid idea to show off your magic when you knew full well that any magic is punishable by death in the City. You got busted and then you just RAN AWAY and abandoned me and my mom, and I was forced to wear a Monitor because of you, and that. Ruined. My. Life. Everyone hated me, I wasn’t treated fairly, and it’s all your fault!” Crystal snapped. He flinched and took a deep breath, finally meeting her eyes.
“Look, I don’t blame you for hating me. You have every reason to. But first… Could I explain something?”
Crystal crossed her arms.
“Whatever.”
He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and beginning his story.
“I never intended to leave you. We were out on a walk in a park when you manifested magic in an explosion of light and color. It was unmissable and beautiful, but we were in the City, so it was dangerous. You were so young, and I didn’t want you to be taken away from us, so I put a block on your magic, and I claimed the lights as mine. They ordered my execution, and that forced me to escape the City, because I didn’t really want to be executed, you know? The government didn’t like that, and they had a huge price on my head. I couldn’t come back. I wanted to. I wanted to so, so badly. But I couldn’t.”
“Couldn’t? Or didn’t?” Crystal asked, narrowing her eyes. He broke eye contact and mumbled,
“Both. Couldn’t, at first, but when it got to a point where I might have been able to come back I- I was afraid. Afraid of scaring you, unsure of what you thought of me.”
“Well, at least one choice you made was right.” Crystal said coldly, turning to leave.
“Crystal, wait! Please,” He begged, and she paused. He took a shaky breath.
“Look, you’re right. I was a coward, I was selfish, and I was an idiot. I let you go through a whole war before I reached out to you, and even then I sent someone else. I was a horrible dad and I was never there for you when you needed me. You have every reason to hate me. Heck, if I was my dad, I’d hate me. You’re such a wonderful kid, and I don’t deserve you. I’m sorry, Crystal. I’m so, so sorry.”
She stared at him, suddenly unsure what to say.
“You… you’re wrong,” she eventually managed, and he blinked.
“What?”
“You’re wrong,” She repeated, “You were there for me when I needed you, once.”
He laughed bitterly.
“Yeah, well with that once I managed to screw up your whole life.”
Crystal hesitated, a nasty remark on the tip of her tongue. He was right–not only had he been the reason her life in the City had been horrible, but he was also the reason she hadn’t been able to use her powers properly because of the block he had placed to protect her. But… he had saved her life by doing so, at the cost of his own safety.
He was looking at her with a kind, open expression, but it was also resigned. As if he expected her to blow up at him and renounce him. She was tempted to. It was how it went down in every scenario she had ever imagined.
But she thought about Thea, who had no one but still cared about everyone. Cyfrin, prepared to die for people he didn’t even know. Ronan, who saw things in other people that they didn’t even see in themselves. And Ashla, who had told her she was lucky to have parents who cared about her. All of these people who believed in her, probably more than she believed in herself. Her dad had sacrificed himself to save her. He had done everything he could. The least she could do was forgive him. So she didn’t say anything. She just stepped forward and hugged him. He stiffened, shocked, and then hugged her back. She held him tightly, almost afraid to let go. A million thoughts were running through her head–she finally had met her dad, he was actually a nice guy, he cared about her and her mom more than anything, and he had sacrificed himself for her. But none of those mattered as much as the thought she kept going back to: He loved her.
And she loved him.

❅ 03/26/25 ○ Re-Do A Daily! ○ 739 words ○ 550 points

All aboard the SWC Time Machine! For today’s task, pick a daily that you’ve completed earlier in the session (or go even further back if you need,) and write up another submission for said daily, without referencing your previous writing! The SWC Activity Records, found here ( https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/695082/?page=1#post-7349242 ), have record of all past daily prompts, if you ever need reference <3 This daily is worth 400 points if you write 500 words! Plus, sharing proof will get you an extra 150 points!

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Daily chosen: Title Daily - 3/12/25

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!

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Title: “Beauty and the Blessed”
Given by AmazaEevee <3

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Belle made her way through the palace, heading into the west wing. The beats had let his guard down, and even as the cursed servants begged her to not go there, she pushed open the doors. She was expecting the trashed room behind the doors, after all she had spied on it before. She crossed the room and picked up the case around the rose, tossing it to the side. It shattered behind her as she picked up the rose, feeling it cold and powerful in her hand. A smirk drew across her face as she caressed the petals. The beast burst into the room at that moment, and she turned.
“I wouldn’t move closer if I were you,” Belle smiled, “After all, I might… drop it.” She let the rose slip from her fingers, catching it upside down by the stem as a petal floated to the floor. The beast stood there frozen, eyes wide.
“Belle, what- what are you doing?” He asked, voice shaking.
“What am I doing? I am finishing this. Tell me, what happens if all the petals fall? You’re a beast forever, no? But something tells me that there’s more than that. Shall we find out?”
“No!” The beast gasped as another petal fell to the floor. There was fear in his eyes as he stood there, paralyzed.
“Belle, this- this isn’t you. Put the rose down. Please.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” Belle chuckled, Pulling off another petal. The beast flinched.
“If the rose’s petals all fall, I become a beast. A real one.”
“You’ll lose your mind,” Belle agreed, a smile spreading across her face. Another petal fell, and the beast fell to his knees, begging her.
“Please, Belle- I… I love you. Don’t do this, we- we can be together and-”
“Oh, spare me. I’ve seen this all before, a man crawling at my feet, desperate for my love, longing for me as his prize. You’ve had me for long enough, locking me up here. Don’t even get me started on that! Honestly, what a genius plan. Trap the smartest girl in all the land, the one who reads books all the time, and think that you can keep me here, compliant. You thought we were a match- ha! No, I only pretended to love you while I planned. There was just one thing I was missing… and now, I’ve found it,” she said, crushing the petal she had pulled off when she was talking under her foot.
The beast grabbed his head, fighting the spell. Only three petals remained.
“Don’t do this,” he whispered, and she walked until she was standing right in front of him. Close enough for him to grab the rose, but he didn’t make a move. Beneath the fear, Belle could still see love in his eyes. Good.
“Why not?” She asked, and fingered another petal. He shuddered.
“Because… because you love me?” He tried, and when Belle laughed he tried, “Because you pity for me, a prince cursed into an ugly form, with the village hunting him down.”
Belle pretended to hesitate and leaned into him, murmuring into his ear, “You are nothing but a monster to me.”
Another petal fell. Belle stood, saying loudly,
“And you aren’t worth my pity. I’ve been underestimated and sought after all this time and now I think…” The second to last petal fell, “I think it’s time for me to have revenge on everyone who ever hurt me.”
“Belle, this is a curse! If you think you can control it, you’re a fool,” The beast cried, and Belle sighed.
“You’re so dull, really. You still can’t see my plan. But don’t worry, love, I’ll soon show it to you. But you’re right, a curse is such a… unappealing term. You’re really blessed to be a player in my game. My ace, if you will. Yes, that will do… Beauty and the Blessed.”
At the word blessed, she cast the final petal and laughed as she watched the monster lose his mind.
“Destroy the city,” She told it, and it leapt off. Because after all, the prince had loved her, and somewhere deep inside, the monster knew that. So he would obey her, and that was just what she needed to get revenge on everyone who had ever wronged her, starting with the village, and especially Gaston. She would personally see to it that he would be the last.

❅03/26/25 ○ Weekly Four ○ 3173 words total ○ 4000 points



❅ Null: 100 words to start ○ 105 words
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Lilith was a simple village girl, living in one of the smaller towns that was close enough to the palace to be noticed but not so close as to really be cared about. She was a kind, sweet girl, and the youngest of five children. Her oldest sister had left for the stars before she had really even gotten to know her, and the third and fourth kids, brothers, had been enlisted in the Army. They were probably still alive since they had never received an announcement of their deaths or the pension that came with it, but they had not seen them since then.



❅ Sci-Fi: new or unfamiliar technology ○ 384 words

It was the second child, her older sister, that was her only friend. Or more accurately, her only chance at a friend, because after the Incident, her parents shut them out completely from the outside world. Her sister locked herself away in her room and never bothered to come out or even speak to Lilith, leaving her bored and lonely. Her parents were stressed or busy, since her mother worked as a tailor for the palace and her father had a job as a merchant to get them enough money to get by. When she was younger she had played with homemade dolls, and then one day her mother brought home a sewing machine. It was fascinating to her, because she had never seen one in her life. It sat on a back table, shiny and pointy and beautiful. Lilith looked at it for five days before she finally approached her mother.
“Mother, you know the sewing machine?”
“Yes…?” Her mother replied hesitantly, and Lilith took a nervous breath before asking,
“Could I please use it?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m boooored,” Lilith sighed, “And I want to learn how to use it! I could help you sew things, maybe?”
“I don’t think you could help me, but I suppose I could show you tomorrow,” her mother sighed. Lilith thanked her happily and busied herself in daydreams for the rest of the evening, going to bed excited. The next morning her mother was waiting for her, and she took her to the machine. First, she taught her how to thread it and then she cranked the wheel on the back, putting a neat line of stitches in the tester cloth. Lilith gasped in amazement, and excitedly cranked the wheel, creating her own line next to her mother’s. She learned several skills that day, from how to operate the mysterious machine to how to tie off the threads once she was done with a part. From there, she began to teach herself her own skills, using fabric that she either salvaged or bought with her own money, which she got from giving her sewn creations to her father to sell. As the years passed, she became extremely skilled in using the machine and hand sewing, and could create almost anything with as much skill as her mother.



❅ Illu-Fi: bizarre or unexpected scenario ○ 216 words

Lilith was sewing a dress one day when she heard someone behind her. She turned to see her older sister in the doorway, hands clutched up against her chest. She froze–after all, she hadn’t seen her sister in literal years, since she was always locked away in her room.
“Heyyy are you busy?” Her sister asked, softly and shakily. Lilith stood up.
“Eri? What- why are you- oh my gosh HI! It’s been literally forever I never get to talk to you I’m so glad you’re out-”
“LILITH.” Lilith stopped, and her sister took a breath.
“I need your help with something.”
“What?” Lilith asked, getting up. Her sister made a pained expression before she asked, “What do you remember about me?”
Lilith shrugged.
“I… I just remember that you shut yourself in your room. That’s about it.”
“Good. Well, uh… there’s something I’ve never told you.” She pulled her hands away from her chest and light spilled from them, glowing. Magic.
Lilith stared at it for a good thirty seconds before her jaw dropped, and her sister returned her hands to her chest. Lilith realized she was desperately trying to suppress it. Her mind was still stuck on the fact that her sister had magic–was that why they had been hidden away all this time?



❅ Action: getting out of their comfort zone ○ 227 words

Lilith had been taught to fear magic, just like everyone else. Her heart beat louder in her ears as she took a deep breath. Her sister was finally out of her room, and she was not about to scare her back in.
“Okay… what do you want me to do?”
“I need you to help me figure out how to turn it off. Mother and father usually help me, but they’re out right now, and I’ve tried everything I can think of.”
Lilith started to step towards her, but her sister drew back quickly.
“No! Don’t come any closer. I’m dangerous.”
Lilith stopped, and she bit her lip, mind racing. What should she do?
“It… it only gets out of control when I’m not calm,” Her sister whispered, and Lilith sighed.
“The only thing I know how to do is sing, I can’t think of anything else-”
“That might work,” her sister murmured, and Lilith sighed. She thought of a song that she could sing, but still she hesitated. She never sang for people, least of all her family. She was very self-conscious about it, and she wasn’t sure if she could, but… her sister was right. Magic was dangerous, and if she didn’t calm her down, she… she didn’t know what would happen. So she took a slow inhale and began to sing to her sister.



❅ Fan-Fi: incorporate meaningful music/songs/lyrics into your story ○ 189 words

She sang several songs, and eventually her sister sat down and leaned against the wall, but she could tell it wasn’t working all the way. It was then when she had a flashback to her earliest years, when her mother had taught her a lullaby. She hadn’t heard it sung since, but she could still recall the words…

The river deep turns to the sea
The ground it supports the trees
The world’s big and it’s scary my dear
But I’ll show you a place where you need not have fear

It’s a place built from love
And the magic of hope
A place where the broken and lost go
A place to heal your soul
And hold you close
A place where you belong
It isn’t far
So take my hand
And fly with me
I’ll show you a place where we can be free

She swallowed back tears, because the song brought up so many memories. It was a very special lullaby, one that had been in the family for years. Her sister’s hands had stopped glowing, and she sighed.
“Could you sing it again?”
Lilith did.



❅ Mystery: messages from an unknown person ○ 177 words

Eventually, her sister returned to her room, and Lilith returned to sewing except… there was a note there. It was marked with her name, but there was no indication of who it was from. She pulled out the letter inside.
Dear Lilith,
It has come to my attention that you are living in a potentially dangerous situation, because your sister has magical powers she cannot control. I would advise you to get as far away from her as possible, preferably by getting a job. You are a really good seamstress, and you would do well. Additionally, it will bring in extra money for the family. Consider it, for your own safety.
Best regards,
A Concerned Friend.
P.s. please burn this after reading.
Lilith blinked a few times after reading it, processing the words, before she threw the note in the fire. She wasn’t sure if it was legit, or even how it had gotten there, but it was better destroyed than left around to be found by her parents, since it would only stress them out.



❅ Myth: working together with others in order to achieve a hard goal ○ 206 words

Whether or not the note was legit, Lilith decided that she was going to be a seamstress anyway. She asked her mother about it, and her mother agreed. So Lilith became a seamstress for the queen just like her mother. She was one of three new girls, and they had to pick up on how things worked very quickly to keep their jobs. The queen’s daughter was getting married, and the queen, princess, all the bridesmaids, and several nobles wanted dresses. They were drowning in work, but they had to get it done. The most experienced seamstresses took the bridesmaid’s dresses and the noble’s orders, and then the remainder of them split up into two groups, one working on the queen’s dress and the other on the princesses. Lilith’s mother was working on the bridesmaid’s dresses, and despite her ability to make the dresses very quickly, no one believed Lilith when she said she could, so she ended up working on the princess's dress. All of the seamstresses were working overtime, and Lilith pulled several all-nighters with a few others. They barely got all the dresses done in time, but they finally were, and all they got for it was a day off. No extra pay.



❅ Dystopian: something a character believed was great/perfect turned out to be flawed/bad ○ 179 words

The demands kept coming in after that, and Lilith was getting mad. What was going on? They worked so, so hard… she was angry. She got herself an audience with the queen, and she walked into the throne room, where she was lounging on the throne.
“Hello, who are you?” The queen called, and Lilith bowed.
“Your majesty. I’m Lilith, one of your seamstresses.”
“Uh huh, and why are you taking my time?”
“I have a request,” Lilith said, and the queen gestured for her to go on.
“Well, the seamstresses worked really hard on all the dresses for the wedding, and now we have another huge workload and the same amount of pay for practically triple the work, and I’m requesting-”
“No.” The queen interrupted, “I gave you a day off, and now you’re being selfish and greedy. You are dismissed.”
Lilith stared at her in horror and shock, and was taken out of the throne room by the guards. As she walked home, mind reeling, she realized for the first time how corrupt the queen really was.



❅ Fairy Tales: overestimating their abilities ○ 228 words

“I can fix this,” Lilith told herself, and she decided to make a plan. She could start her own business, maybe? No, that wouldn’t work, she didn’t have the money. She could start a strike and demand the queen to change or they wouldn’t work anymore. Yes, that might work. She organized her plan and asked all of the other seamstresses to strike.
“Lilith, this is a very big deal. If we do this, the queen will be extremely angry.”
“I know, I’ll take the blame for everything. I’ll convince her to give us better,” Lilith said, confident in her abilities. The others reluctantly agreed, and the strike happened. The queen demanded an audience with her, and Lilith complied.
“What is this?” She asked coldly, and Lilith inhaled.
“We’re striking because we want better pay. We aren’t treated fairly, we’re given nearly impossible deadlines, and you practically abuse us. All I’m asking is for better pay and better circumstances. Please, your majesty.”
The queen looked at her for a long moment before she started to laugh, long and hard.
“Oh, you can’t take a hint, can you? You’re the only one unhappy. And you have been the cause of something VERY inconvenient. Treasonous, actually. So you will be punished by imprisonment.”
Before Lilith could argue, the queen shaped her fingers and she was dragged away to the dungeons.



❅ Fantasy: an everyday object takes on magical properties ○ 205 words

Lilith sat in the dungeons, head in her hands. How could this have possibly happened? She was shaking slightly, bitter tears falling down her cheeks. Hatred curled in her chest, and she vowed that she would get revenge on the queen. She had a vague hope that the queen would release her, but that was clear quickly that she was supposed to stay there forever. Food was brought to her twice a day, very clearly scraps from meals or expired. She was well aware that the dungeons were designed to kill the people in them, because if you were thrown in there, you had done something really bad. Or you had just gotten on a certain someone’s bad side. She was left in the dungeons for weeks, growing angry and bitter. It wasn’t until one day when a guard left a key on a hook across from her cell that she had the notion of escaping. She was staring at the key when it floated off of the hook and slid itself into the lock, clicking it open. Lilith stared at it for a long moment, unsure what she was supposed to do. She picked up the key and it was warm in her hand.



❅ Thriller: dangerous scenario ○ 340 words

Raising her gaze, she started forward to the big wooden doors that isolated her cell. The key floated out of her hand and unlocked it, and she ran forward, past the guards who gave shouts of alarm. The key flew in front of her, unlocking any door in her way. The shouts of the guards gained in volume as alarms began to blare, deafening bell tolls that said something was wrong. Her escape was flawless, except for one problem… Lilith didn’t know the layout of the palace. In her haste to escape, she ran into a room where the only exit was the one she had just come out of… she leaned against the door while the key unlocked the window, but she knew it was at least a bit of a drop from it. The guards were banging against the door, and even though the key locked it, they would get in soon. She needed something to get them off her trail, because if they followed her out the window, they would catch her in moments. She looked around, and then she saw it. There was a candle and a box of matches on a table, clearly a place where someone had been reading a book. She raced across the room and grabbed it before going back to the door, lighting a match. First, she lit the tapestry next to the door, and once it had caught decently she ripped it down and cast it on the floor at the foot of the door. Running around with the matches she lit a few other things aflame before turning heel and dashing to the window. Looking down, the drop was about two stories. She hadn’t realized how far she had climbed. She glanced at her floating key.
“Can you hold my weight?”
The key bounced in the air and placed itself under her hand. She tested it, and it held. She gripped it with both hands as it took her out the window and lowered her to the ground below.



❅ Bi-Fi: struggling to let something go ○ 239 words

As soon as she landed, the key gave a little shudder and went still, completely unanimated.
“No!” Lilith gasped in horror, shaking it, but it didn’t move. It was now cool to the touch, which meant the magic was well and fully gone. Tears welled up in Lilith’s eyes–was this her fault?? She had no clue. Everything was falling apart, and as soon as she found an ally it was gone. She heard the guards yelling and the alarm going off suddenly and remembered where she was, so she started running. As soon as she was in a safe place though, she knelt and clutched onto the key, letting a few tears fall. She tested the key on a lock but it didn’t fit, which meant it was well and truly useless. She held onto it for a while longer, but she knew it would do no good to keep it. She buried it in the dirt, heart breaking as it was covered, and left it behind sadly. She would miss the little key, and all that it had done for her. For a moment she thought of running back and grabbing it, taking it with her, but she refused to let herself. That thing came from the palace, and first of all if she was caught with it she would be imprisoned again, but she also didn’t want the reminder around. So she left, slowly heading back home.



❅ Journalism: learning something unexpected ○ 169 words

When she arrived, there was an air of sadness over the place, but no one was home. Except for her sister, she supposed. Lilith went and knocked on her door, and her sister answered.
“Oh! Hey, Lilith. I… I thought you were in jail?”
“I was,” Lilith said indifferently, “But then I escaped.”
“Well, you can’t stay here.”
“I know. I just stopped by to get my stuff and say goodbye to mother and father. And you, I guess.”
Her sister’s expression dropped.
“Lilith… mother died a week ago.”
“WHAT?” Lilith gasped, horrified, “What happened?”
“The queen worked her so hard that she died,” Her sister whispered. This was the last straw for Lilith.
“I’ll make her pay for what she’d done,” She whispered, shaking. Tears fell from her eyes as she ran to her room and packed all her belongings, her emotions whipping wildly in her head. This couldn’t be happening, but it was. And it was time for the queen to get what was coming for her.



❅ Adventure: completely changing their appearance ○ 309 words

Lilith packed everything, but she decided it was time for one more change. After all, her entire appearance was curated after the kingdom’s definition of how a perfect daughter should look: long hair, long fingernails, a dress of some sort, and nice flat slippers. But that was about to change. The first thing she did was find the clothes she had been sewing. She had a box in her closet, and she had been planning to give the things to her father to sell, but they would do quite well at the moment. In the box were black pants and a gold embroidered deep purple shirt. She put them on, and looking in the mirror, she grinned. It looked rebellious, and it felt… right. Next, she went into her brother’s shared room and stole a pair of their knee-high boots, which were brown and a little too big, but they would do. She got a satchel from her father’s closet and put all the things she would immediately need in it, besides the stuff in the bag she had packed, and then finally she got a knife. This knife was from the top drawer of her father’s dresser, completely unused but very fancy and about six inches long at the blade. It fit neatly in her hand as she roughly sectioned her hair into four parts and chopped it off. It was just above chin length and very choppy. It was good enough for now–she was planning on shortening it later. She stuffed the knife into her bag and then the final thing she packed was the sewing machine and her supplies for it, because she had a feeling she’ll be needing it. Then, with her bags packed and her heart set on revenge, she left, to find a new place to live and to tear the kingdom down.

❅ 03/27/25 ○ Panagram Daily ○ 474 words ○ 400 points

> The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog—or perhaps the zealous SWCer deftly juggles sticky mangoes to acquire brave oxen? Pangrams, such as these, are sentences that contain every letter of the alphabet. Today, write your own pangram and post it in the comments! Then choose someone else’s, and taking inspiration from their pangram prompt, write a piece of 400 words for 350 points. Share proof for an additional 50 points.

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Panagram: “Mix quickly, zebras vow, deftly planning their hijack”
Given by Snowy!

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The zebras stood around the giant bowl, staring into the mess of ingredients inside.
“Alright, zebras!” Their leader called, “We must make haste. Our time wears thin, and we need to get moving. We WILL make this cake in time, but you must mix quickly. Understand?”
The zebras cheered, vowing to mix quickly. They picked up their giant spoons and the mixing began as the leader went over the plan one more time.
“Alright. Our plan is to ruin the wedding. The cake has a magic spell in it that will transform all those that consume it into zebras, and they will join our forces. With luck, most of the guests will have eaten it before the first ones transform. The only one that will immune to this will be the bride, because of her powers, but I’m sure you all knew that. Once the transformations are complete, they will have no choice but to join us, since first of all the spell is permanent, but also we are the only ones who will accept them, otherwise they will be out in the wild to be killed or stuffed in a zoo which certainly won’t be fun for them.” At the mention of a zoo, the zebras made disgusted noises, booing.
“After that, we’ll talk to the bride. She should listen to us now.” A zebra raised a hoof, and the leader called on him.
“Yes?”
“How will we get the cake to the wedding? I’m sure they ordered one of their own.”
“They did. The cake company that is shipping it always stops for gas at the gas station that we can access from the west exit of our base. All we’ve got to do is swap the cake in the truck and get rid it. And that means…”
“WE GET CAKE!!” The zebras cheered, mixing faster from sheer excitement. It wasn’t long until the zebra leader declared it was mixed enough, and they tipped it into cake pans. These they put into their mega-ovens that they had previously stolen. They cake baked to perfection as they mixed the icing, and they let the cake cool as they got the decorations. The zebras were excellent decorators, and soon the cake looked like any cake from a fancy shop. Then, they packaged it up and moved onto the final step… hijacking the truck. They came out of their base and one zebra, Fred, went into the store to cause a distraction and prevent the man from leaving while the other zebras swapped the cakes and scurried off. Fred soon left, and the cake driver returned to the truck and drove to the wedding.
The zebras were mightily curious as to how this would play out, so they hijacked a car in the parking lot and drove to the wedding to watch the chaos unfold.

❅ 03/28/25 ○ No Passive Voice ○ 529 words ○ 450 points

A story unfolds like a painting, colors spilling onto the page with vivid strokes. But today, you must banish “was,” “were,” and “is” from your palette. How will you describe without simply stating? How will you bring your scenes to life? Show us through movement, sensation, and depth. Write 400 words for 350 points, and earn an extra 100 points for sharing your work with us!

How To Create A Complete Song In Only 7 Steps!

Step 1: First, you need to decide if you want to write a song. If you truly have a desire, then good job! First step complete. If you do not want to write a song and are just reading this guide for some unknown reason, I implore you to read on!! Perhaps this will inspire you.
Step 2: Write the song.
Step 3: Okay, okay, I’ll be more specific. Next, you’re going to want to pick the kind of song you want to make. You’re going to want to choose one or two genres, and I recommend, especially if you are making your first song, to choose ones that you enjoy listening to a lot because it will be easier for you to create what you know.
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Step 6: Once you have acquired that, just start messing around! Add sounds from the sound library, create loops, make beats, and really just mess around until you create something you like! Like with the other method, lay down a basic rough outline of the song and start saying random words over it to get a feel for where the lyrics should go, and then write real lyrics in the place of the random words! If you’re looking for a guide on lyrics, go find Alba’s, or go look it up or something, because this guide has reached its end.
Step 7: Repeat! Repeat all the other steps. A lot. Not all of the songs you make will be good, but the more you create and the more you experiment, the better they will get! Have fun with it, learn more things, and never give up.

❅ 03/30/25 ○ Birthday Every Day ○ 563 words ○ 550 points

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to- wait, wasn’t it your birthday yesterday? Oh, what? It’s your birthday /every/ day? Well, that seems right on topic as that’s the theme of today’s daily! Write 500 words about what you would do and how you would if it’s your birthday every day for 400 points and an extra 150 if you share proof!

Happy birthday to me! I'd figure that if my birthday was every day I would not celebrate it, because it wouldn't be such a special occasion. I would also get really old really fast lol so after some point I wouldn't even want to mention it, and getting special treatment or whatever because of my birthday every single day would get annoying. I think the thing about birthdays are that they're once a year, a day about you, and if every day was about you you would probably get a bit narcissistic and entitled, and it would also get boring. Really boring.
Also, it would be awkward, if it's your friend's birthday and you have to go like “Oh it's my birthday too!” Or if someone asks when your birthday is. People would get sick of celebrating your birthday, and you would probably get sick of having it. Businesses that give birthday specials would hate you, and overall it just doesn't appeal to me to have my birthday on every day. However, if it was, I would just. not celebrate it. I would pick a day, my favorite day, for example March 9th, (I just like spring birthdays because it's the best time to have a birthday and I want my birthday to stay in an swc month lol) and I would celebrate it then and only then. When I do celebrate my birthday, I would have cake and presents and invite some friends over to hang out and have fun, and I would enjoy myself for that day only. I would probably lie about my britday for all of the other days, because I would probably get sick of hearing happy birthday again and again. If I was forced to celebrate it every day, I would back cupcakes at the start of every week and have one each night for the week and share some with friends and that sort of thing, just giving myself little gifts like buying a new book or getting a Starbucks or something just so it's celebrated a little bit, and then again I'd have one day where it was actually a huge birthday party. I'd change to location every year, going to an theme park one year and a waterpark the next, or just renting a bouncy castle or staying at home and watching movies. I'd probably have to lie about my age because saying you're 5475 years old will get you many questions asked, and also it doesn't really make sense.
If someone gave me a birthday gift on a day that wasn't my chosen birthday, I might accept it just to make them happy, but I would not ask for any birthday gifts on days that aren't my chosen birthday because honestly asking for a birthday gift from friends every time you want something at some point is just going to get really annoying for your friends, and I don't think it would be right or keep me any friends. If the gift isn't something I need right that second, I would ask them to save it for my chosen birthday, because at that point I would probably be very very tired of hearing happy birthday or getting a present. If every day is your birthday, no day is your birthday, because it loses that special appeal of something to celebrate once a year.

mouse does critique real not clickbait???? 384 words for 400 points!!! Critique for Elly <3

Okay hello hello!! First of all thank you for letting me critique your piece! It was a pleasure <3
Second, please do take everything I say with a grain of salt, because I am not too great at critiquing and also this is a little rushed because I’m trying to get it to you before SWC ends in UTC, so apologies for that ahaha
Also, keep in mind that this is YOUR story, and if you don’t like something I suggest, then don’t do it! And if I give examples for how to reword something they are just so you get the idea, please use your own words because my examples are trash dfslkdfjk
Okay that said let’s do this!!

It was twelve o’clock in the morning - midnight - when there was a loud bang outside. Eight year old Isaac woke up because of it and stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Wondering what the sound was, Isaac came to the conclusion that he should get up and ask his mum, since, obviously, she knows everything.

Okay so I know that it’s because of your daily prompt that you had to include ‘twelve’ but saying it’s twelve and then saying it’s midnight is super redundant, I’d say just one or the other would do <3
The rest of this is a bit choppy, and I think if you reworded/reworked it a bit it would flow way better!

Isaac slid out of bed, his fluffy socks padding on the cold wooden floor. Clutching his three stuffed toys, (Flopsy, Growly and Zig) Isaac treaded carefully up the stairs- being careful to look behind him, in case the monster under his bed was following him. (Not that he actually believed in monsters, uh, obviously. )

This is beautiful XD the only thing I’d say here is add a comma between Growly and Zig, but that is a personal preference lol

Isaac walked past his dad’s study on the way to his parent’s room, but then noticed a light creeping out from under the door and backtracked. Could it be that his dad was still working in there? Had he really been there all night?

This was a little confusing to start, so maybe saying something like “As Issac walked past his dad’s study on the way to his parent’s room, he noticed a light coming from under the door and froze.”

Timidly, Isaac pushed open the heavy door and crept inside, half hiding behind a stack of ink stained paper and miscellaneous items. His dad looked up from where he was working at his desk and frowned. “Isaac, you shouldn’t be awake.”

Maybe describe the room a little better? Right now I’m picturing a huge mess, with like papers stacked up on the floor and everywhere, but it’s not very clear, so my confusion is distracting me lol

Isaac peered out from behind some canned coffee and smiled a little. He hadn’t thought that his dad had noticed him there- perhaps he should practice more hide and seek.

Again with the room confusion! Why does he have canned coffee in his office??? (besides you trying to fit it in for your words lol)

“I know, I just wanted to know what the loud bang was. Sorry.” replied Isaac. “And I can’t sleep now.”

Isaac held out Flopsy as some sort of peace offering.

Patting the teddy’s head, Isaac’s dad replied, “Let’s get you back to bed then, since it was just a dust bin lid, that’s all.”

Isaac returned to his room and fell asleep promptly, just like how most eight year olds do when they don’t have worries to think about to keep them awake at night.

This section is SO CHOPPY! I think you could for sure connect this better, because it feels really disconnected, rushed, and is a bit jarring to read ahaha but overall this was such a great cute piece and I really loved the timidness of Issac and the way the story is told <3

And that’s about it, I don’t think I have any more thoughts!! So thank you again, and I hope this is at least somewhat helpful :3

✈️ 07/01/25 ○ 1k Intro! ○ 1140 words ○ 0 points

Hello there! I’m Mouse, they/any pronouns, and this is my intro! I’ve done quite a few of these, so I’ve probably written all of the standard stuff before, so I’m going to try and have a little fun with this one! Right now, I am very thirsty, and I should really go get some water, but I also don’t want to. I just watched a youtube short that my brother sent me, and I’m also listening to Linkin Park, becaus what else would I be doing ;D Music is literally such a huge part of my life, and it always has been–from playing the radio while in the car to eventually getting spotify, I genuinely do not remember going a week without music. My favorite band is Linkin Park, and I love rock, metal, pop, and punk, but honestly I’ll listen to almost anything. Recently I’ve been listening to a few slightly older bands like Queen and Bon Jovi, because it’s the kind of music my dad likes and we were talking about it recently, and I think talking about music is a really fun way to bond (and also his music taste is really good :> …when he decides to actually mention something he enjoys lol usually he just shrugs-)
I’m also getting ready for an international trip with my girl scout troop!! This will be my first ever international trip and we’re going to four different countries, so I’m super excited and also a little nervous for lots of reasons!!
I’m back to thinking about water because I’m still thirsty, and speaking of water, I scuba dive! I got my open water scuba certification this weekend, which was literally so much fun! We did it at this little lake and the water was pretty chilly, getting down to 40 degrees fahrenheit (4.4 c) at the bottom, which I went down to twice! The visibility in the water was only like a few feet from all the particles in it, so when we went down to where the sunlight didn’t reach you could barely see your hand in front of your face! It was a ton of fun though, and I’m super excited to go back there next weekend ✨✨
Oh my goodness my younger brother just brought me a glass of water after I asked him!!!!! He’s pretty cool (when he’s being nice to me <3) and he’s actually not that much younger than I am, but he’s definitely less into writing and more into games and hockey lol- I have actually gotten him to do SWC a few times, but I have failed in my recent efforts to convince him, which is sad because I think he’ll actually enjoy it if he would just participate more- but also his computer’s borken and the pain of typing on mobile is real so I can see where he’s coming from when he says no but maybe one day he’ll have a working computer and I’ll convince him again… we’ll see!!
I was just looking over at a book I just read, so now I’m going to yap about reading!! I’m planning on reading Dune, Scythe, Artemis, and Project Hail Mary sometime this month, and I just read two comic books that I’m not going to say the titles of because some of their content was not super scratch appropriate (one more so than the other. It was a really good but also very graphic horror book lol)
Also right now my computer is on my lap because I’m sitting on the couch and one of the pillows is tipped over and is pressing against my arm which is annoying me but also there’s some stuff on top of it so I don’t want to move it so I’m just trying to ignore it and also my computer’s sort of overheating so my lap is super warm right now but I don’t want to move it because it’s time to write so as long as it’s not unbearably hot we will make due! ✨✨
Actually you know what I’m getting up and fixing the couch because this is annoying me too much lol
Okay the couch is fixed! And now my brother is asking me to help him test a pokemon deck that he made and I was planning on doing it after 6 (which is midnight UTC for me–I want to finish this intro with more than 1k words lol) but he correctly pointed out that after 6 is dinner and after dinner is scouts and after scouts is bed so I think I will have to play pokemon with him and also write at the same time and hopefully it will be done before midnight utc so I can speedrun a few more words in!
We’re playing pokemon now, and I made him shuffle my deck because he doesn’t want me to shotgun shuffle them lol which I mean is fair-
We’ve been playing card games for a while, pokemon was the first one we got into playing, back when we were so young that every single game would end in tears or a fight XD we’ve played on and off for years now, and we’ve also added yugioh and magic the gathering to the mix (because yes. We’re giant nerds.) he’s actually much more of a player than I am, I have maaaaaybe one pokemon deck that I can’t find, one yugioh deck, and one magic deck, both of which are either super good or super bad depending on the game. There is no in-between.
Speaking of being a nerd, I love star wars! And also marvel and arcane and lotr but I am the most nerdy about star wars–not only do I know a whole lot of random facts, but I also (like moss ;D) know Aurebesh, which is the symbol substitution language of star wars lol-
And also random fun fact: my irl name is shared with a star wars character, although it was not intentional on my parent’s part XD
Going back to my other likes, like I said I love marvel! My dad brother and I are currently watching the entire MCU in chronological order for the first time, and I’m definitely not disappointed so far!!! And of course Arcane, which our darling gHost Luna convinced me to watch <3333 literally a fantastic show omg!!!!!
Aaaaaand that’s about 1000 words, two losses to my brother in pokemon, and nearly time for dinner and scouts so I think that will wrap up my incredibly chaotic intro– if you actually read this mess then I’m quite impressed, and also why did you do this to yourself. :zany: hopefully you learned something new about me lol-
Anyway first daily complete– I’m looking forward to the next one and the incredible session to come!!!
–Mousey

✈️ 07/02/25 ○ Motivational Letters! ○ 828 words total ○ 150 points

Welcome to the first point-earning daily of the session—today, we’re going to send each other a bit of extra motivation as we prepare for the session. Post a couple of your goals for the session in the comments here, choose someone else’s goals, and then write them a related motivational letter or note of at least 250 words. Upon successful delivery of your letter to its recipient, you’ll earn your cabin 150 points.

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my goals: some of my goals for the session- 1) balance irl and swc well with all of my trips 2) write some songs!! 3) don't stress out too much about doing dailies and weeklies <33

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Letter to: savebats
Goals: My first goal this SWC session is to get to at least 50k words written, my second is to complete (or at least continue) an unfinished fanfiction I have been working on for five years, my third goal is to do every daily and weekly (again), and my fourth goal is pretty unrelated to SWC, but is to complete my resume and apply for jobs.
Word count: 567 words

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Dear savebats,
First of all, I want to remind you that you’re so cool and smart and creative and you can do any goal you put your mind to–not just the ones you listed for this daily <333
Speaking of those goals– you picked some amazing ones!! Starting off with the first one of writing 50k, I am 100% certain that you can do this! 50k is actually so fun to hit, and with a little dedication (which I know you have <3) you can reach it in no time ✨✨ if you need advice, as someone who’s hit 100k before I recommend planning when you want to hit your goal by (do you want to hit it on the last day? A little before to give yourself some wiggle room? etc) and keeping in mind anything that could slow your progress (do you have an all day event or a week where you won’t be able to write?) and planning roughly when you want your big milestones (10k, 25k, etc) to be hit. Also keep in mind your limits! If you’re one of the people that can do 10k in a day without burning yourself out, then you can probably easily plan around things, but if you have limited time, motivation, or can’t write all that much in a day without burning out, then planning things so you can easily catch up for missed word pars is super important <33
Second, fanfic!!!! Working on something for five years is a HUGE achievement– I’m sure all the effort and dedication that you’ve put into it is well worth it, and the satisfaction of finally completing it will be incredible! I’m super excited for you, and I hope you are too <33 for this I’d say the same advice as above applies– make a rough plan for when you want things done by and then stick to it!!
Third, doing all the dailies and all the weeklies!! This is actually super impressive, and a bit of a challenge– at least for me XD but I’m confident you can do it!! Just set aside like fifteen minutes each day and except for the ridiculously complicated ones (or the two person ones) you should be good! As for weeklies, just remember to spread them out throught the whole week instead of speedrunning them all in one day (which I am guilty of. Many times.) and I’m not just saying this to be That Person That Always Tells You Life > SWC (even though I am :zany, it also gives you more time to put forward some quality writing and also so you can enjoy the weekly!! The polar bears always work super hard on them <3333
Aaaand finally, resume!!! Making your resume can be super hard sdlkdlsjkf so good luck!!! You got this ✨✨ just don’t stress out about it too much, remember to include everything that’s relevant for whatever you’re applying for, and if there’s an interview, be confident. You have no reason to be nervous– you have literally nothing to lose! If you get the job, that’s amazing, and if you don’t, nothing really changes, so you have nowhere to go but up! Confidence is key, so don’t stress, I’m positive that you’ll do amazing best of luck with all of your quests, and remember to believe in yourself <3333
I hope you have a wonderful month!
–Mouse

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Letter to: Sage
Goals: Another goal of mine is to start my new world order out of gasoline, folding chairs, tape, bleach, orange soda, and mangoes
Word count: 261 words

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Dear Sage,
Creating a new world order with some of the best things known to this old world sounds like an incredible idea, and I am one hundred percent sure that a new world order led by Sage would be a wonderful world indeed ;D
You are so smart and funny and kind, and you genuinely light up every room you walk into. Because you are so loved and respected by everyone you meet, it will not be hard to gain a following to begin to create this new order.
The harder part of the goal may be to gather enough of all of the supplies you need, because a new world order will probably require lots of each–notably the tape, and ESPECIALLY the mangoes!!! I’m sure you’ll be able to easily handle this though, because you are a fantastic leader–from orginizing silly chaotic groups to spearheading swc cabins, you’re more than capable of doing anything you put your mind to, and doing it incredibly well at that– and don’t you dare disagree with me, because I’ve seen you in action!
Overall, I think this is an excellent and well thought out plan, because what else would you need more than gasoline, folding chairs, tape, bleach, orange soda, and mangoes? Each of them clearly has a distinct purpose, (or perhaps more than one, in the case of the folding chairs and the mangoes) and they will all aid you in the most chaotic way possible ✨✨
In conclusion, you got this!!!! I’m looking forward to this new world order ;D
–Mouse

✈️ 07/03/25 ○ Weekly One ○ 1262 words total ○ 2000 points



✈️ Part One: Character Flaws ○ 369 words

Name: Ruebyn
Age: 17
Pronouns: he/him
Status: the heir to co-ruling his land- two families share the rule and have for centuries

Flaws:
Fatal Flaw
Independence- he is headstrong and won’t accept help from others, even if he especially needs it.

Major Flaws
Remorselessness- his upbringing, combined with his curse and his general dislike of people, has made him not particularly care about the consequences of his actions. This is mainly caused by the fact that he is a royal, and if anyone says he’s in the wrong they are severely punished (unless said person is one of his parents).
Self-destructiveness- because of his curse and the harsh way his parents treat him, he’s ended up with some self-destructive behaviors that are certainly not healthy.
Irritability- very easily annoyed. Some say he’s in a constant state of ticked off, and he is very rarely seen to smile.
Dishonesty- he lies like second nature, either by saying ‘no’ when asked if he needs help or promising he’ll do something for someone he doesn’t care about, if you can think of a lie he’s probably told it.

Minor Flaws
Stubbornness- incredibly stubborn. Literally so stubborn. Like trying to convince a waterfall to stop falling.
Rashness- lashes out–especially at people that are annoying him–without thinking, and makes decisions without too much thought when angry
Insensitivity- not very aware of the feelings of others, and also doesn’t particularly care if he hurts anyone’s feelings
Cynicism- due to lots of factors, he has quite an unlucky position in the world, with his curse on top of his less than great upbringing. This has caused him to kind of hate the world in general and doubt any good he finds
Apathy- partly from being a royal and partly because of his curse, he is apathetic about nearly everything around him, with a few small exceptions.
Bitterness- hand in hand with the cynicism, his curse and his upbringing has made him angry and bitter at his life, the world, his curse, etc
Criticism- mostly stemming from being a royal and partly stemming from just not liking anybody, he tends to give out (sometimes rather harsh) criticism wherever he sees fit, which depends on his mood.



✈️ Part Two: Character Development ○ 202 words

At the start of the story, Ruebyn is super flawed, and dealing with his curse without any help. He is feared and respected by a lot of people, and outright hated by the rest, but he doesn’t particularly care.

At the catalyst, he’s forced to let someone through his guard because she found out about his secret (the curse) and insists on helping, and he knows that if he says no she’ll simply tell everyone, which would be the worst possible scenario.

The two of them become closer friends as they work together and begin to try and find a fix for his curse, or at least some way to make it a little better.

His secret gets out to an important noble that also hates his family, and he’s terrified that the noble is going to tell everyone about it. His curse begins to get worse, and in a panic he retreats back into himself, becoming cruler and even more independent than before, which leads to a few more people (mostly servants) discovering it.

He gives in and accepts help again, and things start to get better as they find a temporary solution, but they have a long way to go…



✈️ Part Three: Character Motivations ○ 211 words

Ruebyn’s motivation is to find a fix for his curse, either temporary or permanent. (the latter is much more preferred obviously, because he’s found a few temporary fixes but they are temporary. Which means they go away.) He wants to find this cure because the curse hinders him in a million ways and it could be really bad for him if the public found out about it. He’s worried not only for himself but also for the two ruling families, because the public finding out could severely damage their reputations, and completely ruin his. Another part of this motivation is because it’s the biggest thing that his parents shame him for, and some small part of him hopes that if he gets rid of the curse he’ll win a little more of their love. He’s also sick and tired of dealing with it every single day, and he longs for a life where he doesn’t have to worry about it at all, but some part of him isn’t even sure that’s possible. Oh, and he’s also planning on doing this all by himself, because his motives to keep it secret make it so he refuses to tell even the most trustworthy people, which is also partly to keep his pride intact.



✈️ Part Four: Putting It All Together ○ 480 words

Ruebyn walked through the palace walls, eyes scanning to make sure that he was relatively alone. He didn’t like being around people–they annoyed him too much. He paused as he turned around a corner, glancing around the big, arched room. It had been redecorated and was now much darker than before. His family’s half of the palace was red. Very, very red, and typically fire-themed. This room had once been just lavish shades of red and gold embroidery, but now it was mostly black and burgundy with highlights of fire colors and red. He didn’t particularly care about the decorations, but he supposed he liked it better now, since it no longer gave him a headache just to be in.
He passed through it quickly and soon had made his way to the library. There were a few servants inside, but they immediately cleared out as soon as he entered, because they knew he liked to be alone in the library and would yell at anyone who didn’t leave. He watched them go and then walked over to one of the front bookshelves, yanking a very old book off of it, he flipped through it, looking for his bookmark, but couldn’t find it. After two more tries, he gave a sharp sigh and began to search for his place because the bookmark had been taken out. Again. He would really have to tell those maids and library keepers to leave the bookmarks alone. It took him ten minutes to find his place, and then he sat down and began reading. Ordinarily, he would have never read this dusty old thing, but it was one he hadn’t read before, and it was said to have some information about his curse. It at least featured a case study on someone with the same curse, but he wasn’t sure if they would actually find a cure in the short section of lab notes or if this dense book was all for nothing. So far the experiments were either idiotic or cruel (or both), and he knew (either from experience or common sense) that none of them would work. By the time he got to the end of the section, he was just annoyed that so-called doctors could be so dumb, and when the section ended, he was almost glad. The rest of the book he could just skim, since there probably wouldn’t be too much information in there. With a frustrated grunt, he shoved it back on the shelf and looked around for his next read for a bit, but he didn’t have that much time since he was supposed to be getting ready for a banquet that evening. His curse, which tended to go off once a day, hadn’t happened yet, so he was worried that it would happen during the banquet. He would have to go and try to trigger it.

✈️ 07/03/25 ○ Word Wars Daily ○ 365 words ○ 125 points

Get your keyboards and pencils ready—it’s time for word wars, where you can take on a new opponent each day! Check out the project now for more information: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1194557054 No points can be earned from this daily, but completing a word war will boost your cabin from now until the end of the session.

✈️ 07/03/25 ○ Word War ○ 365 words ○ vs Maddie (MaddiexWrytes) ○ 7 minutes ○ prompt: “NO! NO! NO! DO NOT SET IT ON FIRE!”

Clutching the artifact, they returned from the hunt. They had finally found it, after all this time– the key to the lost kingdom. It was a little underwhelming to say the least… it was wrapped in cloth, but the cloth was so old that it was basically falling apart. The thing inside it was made of elegantly carved wood, clearly made by hand with care from someone who knew exactly what they were doing. Jewels were set into it, and it was clearly had been brightly painted once, but it had since faded and was now quite dull. The team was incredibly happy nevertheless, because this treasure was what they had searched for for years. They made their way far from where they had found it and set up camp for the night, setting up two watches because they really didn’t want that thing getting stolen. They then gathered around and started a fire and began to cook their food, talking and journaling and laughing merrily, still on the rush of their victory. Ket, the little gremlin-child of the group, was staring at the thing. It was so shiny. They scurried over to it, unseen by the others who were all wrapped up in conversation, and they took it reverently. They looked at it, turning it over, gazing at how stunning it looked in the light of the fire, all the gems reflecting the orange glow. It was beautiful…. So beautiful……
The firelight danced across the surface of the artifact, and Ket’s brain cells realized that it would look even more beautiful if fire was dancing across IT, instead of just the light. They slooooowly reached forward, beginning to stick the end of the carving into the fire….
“NO! NO NO NO NO NO!!!! DO NOT SET THAT ON FIRE!!!!!” One of the party members screamed, noticing what they were doing just in time. Ket withdrew the slightly smoking carving with a hiss, angry but also knowing that lighting the special thing on fire was probably very bad. Someone took it away from them and Ket settled down with a huff, staring into the fire and enjoying it, even without the shinies of the carving.