18th Daily (Bad Similes): March 18th, 2025
Prompt: ‘Hurry up! What are you waiting for! Go to the comments and post the worst simile you can think of! Sorry, I was going as fast as a turtle. I didn't mean to rush you. Today, you will be posting some of the absolute worst similes ever. Once you have chosen a simile, you will use it to create your own story. This story must be a minimum of 400 words in order to earn 300 points for your cabin and if you post your masterpiece, you will receive an extra 100 points! I'm just as excited as a kid watching explosions five miles away from their house to see what you come up with! (that was a bad one)’
Word Count: 454
Prompt I Chose: ‘he was as subtle as a neon sign saying “hey look it’s those wanted criminals! Yeah, right there!” with an arrow pointing at some wanted criminals,’ -@imaginary-dagger

Note: I might have just the characters for this hehe <3

Being a pirate was easy work. Sometimes. Although it often involved treachery, stealing, and robbing, Tiberius and Firth couldn’t deny they loved doing it. Princess Coralie, on the other hand, didn’t much appreciate them doing it. At least so often.
So when the two of them, as plucky and careless as they both tended to be sometimes, decided it would be a good idea to rob Princess Coralie’s kingdom, she wouldn’t have it. In fact, she wouldn’t let it happen. Not when they’d already kidnapped her from her own kingdom. Not when she’d already been stealing herself from stores surrounding the kingdom. She wasn’t about to be forced into stealing from it, either.
But of course, Tiberius and Firth absolutely loved the idea. In fact, they loved it so much they practically flaunted it in front of her, because they were so hyper and excited about robbing from the Princess’ kingdom. Found it so funny to be taking from their captor’s kingdom. And couldn’t stop laughing about how funny it would be to make Princess Coralie steal from her own kingdom, (which, they declared since Princess Coralie kept bringing it up, they would steal from over and over again). What made it worse, too, to Princess Coralie, is that she was a princess, afterall, and the King probably wasn’t extremely happy with her.
In a few days time, they reached the gates of the kingdom, but not directly in front of it as to not be seen. So they hid behind a giant oak tree. “So how are we going to get into the kingdom?” Princess Coralie hissed.
“Through the gate,” Firth rolled his eyes.
“Or somewhere where we won’t be seen,” Tiberius whispered, as he walked slowly out from the tree and tried to duck behind a bush.
Firth shook his head and stepped directly out from behind the giant oak tree. Princess Coralie rolled her eyes. Tiberius glared at him, “What on earth are you doing, Firth?”
Firth just shrugged his shoulders, “Hiding.”
Tiberius groaned, but Firth continued standing. Princess Coralie guffawed. And that’s when Princess Coralie noticed the poster. The wanted poster. She glanced towards Tiberius, put a finger on her lips, and pointed towards it. Tiberius mouthed, “oh,” and then glanced upwards at Firth, waving his arms, (which unfortunately took quite a few minutes until Firth looked at him), trying to signal that there was a wanted poster, on a wall right outside the kingdom’s gates, with their faces printed all over it.
Firth finally looked over at it, and seethed, “Is that really what I look like?”
Princess Coralie rolled her eyes at the same time as someone yelled, “Over there! It’s those wanted criminals!”
Tiberius sighed, “Well, run!”
(+454 words!)

19th Daily (Three Word Prompts): March 19th, 2025
Prompt: ‘Hey everyone, hope you’ve had a great few days of camp! For this daily you’ve got to pop three words into the main cabin’s dropbox and then claim another person's three words from the main desk. Then it's up to you to craft their words into your very own 300 word story to donate to our library! Complete this and gain 250 points for your donation, with an additional 50 points for sharing proof!’
Word Count: 321
Prompt I Used: ‘capitalism, arena, tribute, (in honor of sunrise on the reaping day),’ -@BookHuggers2022

Stargazing in the middle of a deadly arena is something I never thought I would ever do. Not when we’re sent in here to fight each other till we’re the last one standing. Alive. The beauty of fake stars. The facade of the games themselves. And people I probably won’t ever see again.
“Lily,” they whisper as I reach up to try to grab a star, “what do you think we’ll do if it comes down to just the two of us?”
“I don’t know,” I sigh and bite my lip, “as nice as it would be to both end up so close to leaving this arena, Griffin, imagine having to fight each other until we’re-”
“Don’t say it,” Griffin groans.
“I wasn’t going to,” I admit, shaking my head, “our games will probably be finished anyways in a matter of days from one of the career tributes. I don’t doubt that. Still, I’m surprised we made it this far.”
“Well don’t give up hope,” Griffin snaps, as he sits up.
He reminds me so much of my little brother back home. Younger than me and full of spirit that I never had. Hopeful, even when we paid the price with capitalism for our actions during the dark days of Panem. Where is the hope when only the brainwashed win? Our tired eyes longing for rest from a day’s work out on the farms in District 10?
I close my eyes for a second. If I’m lucky, it’ll be for a minute. Maybe I’ll fall asleep. I don’t want to wake up to the sound of screaming. I don’t want to wake up to the sound of footsteps. I don’t want to wake up to-
“Griffin!?” The day breaks through the hills of green. I scream again, “Griffin?!”
“Lily?” Griffin moans beside me, “Is it day?”
I nod my head anxiously, “Yes Griffin. Now we should probably get a move on.”
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20th Daily (Rhymes & Poems): March 20th, 2025
Prompt: ‘Now in the depths of March, winter is swiftly melting away into spring with new beginnings rising under the warmth of the sun. With each year that passes, you look back and see what you’ve done, how you’ve improved, and just how far you’ve come. Get some tea and sip it as you let your mind freshen and prepare some rhymes! Turn that reflection and metamorphosis into an intricate poem of 150 words for 200 points. You can earn an extra 100 points for sharing proof.’
Word Count: 159

Dandelions in the breeze,
And songbirds in the trees,
As swift as winter’s arrived,
The stars have finally aligned,
And in place spring has come,
With flowers stemming from it’s tongue,
And as the day increases,
The cold air ceases,
Spreading its wings and taking flight,
Just as bats leave the caves during the night,
And wandering into a dreamlike trance,
Spring gives the earth a second chance,
The scent of mother nature in bloom,
For now until mid to late June,
Where kids can dance in the flowers,
As they soak in the sun rays for hours,
Rejoicing in relief of a wintery past,
Their eyes fixated on what will last,
While they can still spend,
Days in spring until it ends,
Staring at cotton-candy like clouds,
And ears listening to bird sounds,
The melodies of spring enchant the heart,
And reawaken peace in the darkest parts,
So then through smiles and laughter,
Spring can bring hope thereafter.
(+159 words!)

21th Daily (First Line Lyrics): March 21th, 2025
Prompt: ‘Put your playlist on shuffle, and take the first line from whichever song comes up. Insert the lyric into our ever-trusty language assistant, Google Translate, and translate the line into as many languages as you’d like (the more the merrier!), before reverting it back to the original language. Using this new, possibly (and hopefully!) silly line, write a short story in at least 400 words. Completing this daily can earn you 300 points for your cabin, plus an extra 150 for sharing proof.’
Word Count: 426
Song Lyrics: ‘A falling star fell from your heart, and landed in my eyes,’ -Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine
Translation: English → Spanish → Ossetic → Romanian →Yoruba ‘A bright star fell from his heart and landed on my face,’ xD <3

I sat at the very edge of the balcony, swinging my legs off the side and gazing over the fields of flowers. We owned none of this. The king was in charge, and we knew; if he wanted something, he could take it. No questions asked. No lives lost. And yet we knew the longer we stayed here, the more and more the chances increased that the king would lock us in his dungeon, and none of our words could get us out.
But we were 9, and our heads were weaving stories of their own. “Do you think we could leave?” He’d ask me.
I knew the answer. I just didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings and add to the stress he was already facing. So I told him, “Maybe. Maybe one day if we’re really lucky and somehow a star falls on us or something and we can leave, sure.”
And as if the stars had heard us, our voices whispered in the dark of night, a glimmer of light erupted from my friend’s chest and landed on my nose. I shook it off my nose and caught it in the palms of my hands. A star. I glanced at my friend and saw he’d gone. Disappeared. And I would never see him again then, I thought.
And for years after that day I’d wondered where the boy, my friend, had went. Was he a star? And if so, where had he gone? Disappeared in the night sky like all the stars do when it’s day. In my memory but not quite a sure one. A dream most likely.
Maybe he’d figured out a way to leave this kingdom. More clever than I’d ever been at 9 years old, or at least, more hopeful. He’d always been the more hopeful out of the two of us. He’d always thought that maybe there was someway out of this kingdom even when I didn’t think so. Even when I was sure I sure knew we couldn’t leave it.
Until today. Until now. I’d never been sure he’d come back. Shining in the night, gone like ghosts in the daytime. A sparkle of hope I might never see again. A way out of this dreary kingdom for good, where only the rich and the wealthy could see flowers in the springtime. But maybe that is just the way the world works.
And like a flower in the springtime, or like a star in the sky, some things aren’t meant to last.
(+426 words!)

3rd Weekly: March 17th-23rd, 2025
Word Count: 1,975

Part 1: ‘Trope Pros and Cons (written by Kenzie) A trope is something in a plot or character that is so common it’s almost conventional. Some common tropes include “The chosen one” or “Enemies-to-lovers”, but there is a large variety that exist out there! For the first part of our weekly, pick five tropes from literature that you can think of. Then, write 50 words for each trope listing their positives and negatives (in your opinion). In total, you should have at least 250 words for this part.’

Five Tropes I Chose:
1. The Reluctant Hero
Pros: Gives a character flaws, can show an ordinary person accomplishing a great feat which can be pretty inspiring to others, forcing a character who might now otherwise try to be a hero to be a hero. Personally one of my favorite tropes <3
Cons: May be overused in some people’s opinions, readers may be turned off by the character’s lack of compassion/empathy in the beginning, characters may end up having the same exact flaws as other well-known characters.
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2. Self-Sacrifice
Pros: A character shows compassion/empathy towards other characters in a book, character sacrifices themselves to save another character’s life, a character chooses to get rid of one of their desires to help another character.
Cons: The characters may fall into a pattern of believing they and they alone can save the universe/world/another character/etc., characters might end up believing they have to sacrifice their own life, characters may also suppress their own feelings/needs.
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3. The Chosen One
Pros: Follows the interesting life of a character tasked with a certain fate/destiny, can show a character’s growth in trying to come to terms with their fate, a very popular trope among readers.
Cons: This one character and this one character alone can shape the universe/shape the future differently, an often overused trope, the character might not get to live their life the way they desire.
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4. Damsel in Distress
Pros: A character shows strength/intelligence trying to rescue the damsel in distress, a character shows resistance/resilience towards difficult challenges, and a character can show compassion for trying to save another character.
Cons: Overused, female characters are written as stereotypical and are often portrayed as solely weak/helpless, increasingly less and less popular.
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5. Found Family
Pros: Showcases the dynamics of unlikely friendships being formed between characters, an increasingly more and more popular trope, proves that family does not just have to be blood related.
Cons: Might be fairly overused in some people’s opinions, might not mean to but can sometimes put down blood related familial love, might be overused in romance books.
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(+326 words in total!)

Part 2: ‘Favourite Trope(written by Eevee) You've got your list of tropes? Great! Now we've got to do some digging. Do some research on each of tropes: the origins, the most popular usage, etc. I mean, who knew that ‘you can’t judge a book by its cover' was popularized by a murder mystery? With this newfound knowledge, write at least 400 words incorporating your favorite trope in a story.’
Trope I Chose: The Reluctant Hero

Note: Bringing back some of my old characters again hehe <3

No. I was not about to steal the most precious gemstone from Captain Barbeau from my comrade Firth. Not after he’d offered it to me willingly, in front of Captain Barbeau’s chambers, would I ever accept it. I wasn’t about to be thrown the responsibility of returning it to its original owners this close to the most feared pirate who ever did dare to sail the seas. And I most definitely wasn’t about to dive into the depths of the ocean below and swim to the sandy shores of who knows where.
So when it ended up being me, the gemstone, and the sea, how had I gotten so lucky that the place Captain Barbeau’s ship had been heading had just so happened to be the kingdom where the most precious gemstone in the entire world comes from? Or, was I lucky in the sense that I was practically entirely unlucky, since I’d had to swim my way to shore, jump out of a boat before Captain Barbeau’s crew could grab me, (which they are quite fast, but I’m quite fast too, fortunately), and now I’m entirely in charge of the most precious gemstone that was Captain Barbeau’s, or that he’d stolen, for a second, and have the entire powers of the ocean in the mere palms of my hands? Well, I suppose, I can give up and just lay here on this rocky beach. Or I could get up. Instead, I just sit and shake the salty sea water out from my boots.
“Ha! Tiberius, I figured you might come this way,” it’s Firth.
Either my nemesis or my comrade. I can’t tell after he forced me to take the gemstone from him. And with a woman, I see? No doubt a princess. I narrow my eyes. I suppose if he’s neither foe nor friend, that just makes him more of a pirate. Like me.
I grin and call back to Firth, “My dear, Firth, it has been a while! Who is it you have there?”
Firth, his arms wrapped around who I assume to be a princess, in a dress made of silk and twine and about as blue as the sea itself, advances forward. The woman/princess grunts, and as if finally, Firth removes the cloth from where he’d tied it around her mouth, and she begins to speak, “I’ll have you know that I am a princess of this kingdom, and if my father, the king, if you clearly both are as stupid as you seem, would highly disapprove of this.”
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Part 3: ‘Unique Twist(written by Amethyst) Harry Potter is the “chosen one”. An “ancient prophecy” sets the scene for the five main characters in Wings of Fire. Morrigan Crow finds “chosen family” in the Hotel Deucalion. These are all examples of common tropes in the books we read and love. But what happens if we put a unique twist on it? What if the “chosen family” Morrigan has found is not all what it seems? What if… well, you get the point - the possibilities are endless. For this part of the weekly, take a story with a trope in it, and put a unique twist on it. Consider how the story changes and write 500 words.’
Story I Used: Harry Potter <3
Trope: The Chosen One

Note: Contains spoilers for the Harry Potter books! Also this was probably the part I rushed through the most </3

Harry Potter was never meant to fulfill the prophecy. In fact, he’d never grown up poor. He’d never lived most of his life under a cupboard under the stairs. And he’d never known what muggle life was like. In fact, he’d known he was a wizard since the day he could speak the word, (which just so happened to be the first word he ever spoke). The professors, (most importantly Professor Snape), was determined he would end up just like his father, James Potter, who was quite the snob. And young Harry was quite proud he would.
On the other hand, Neville Longbottom’s life had always been quite unfortunate, to say the least. Since he was extremely little, he’d been told his mother and father had both unfortunately perished in a car crash. And, for nearly ten years soon after, he’d believed the lie that he was a muggle while living with his aunt. Until he found out about the wizarding world, and was sent off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was sorted into Gryffindor alongside the rather snooty and rich Harry Potter, (much to his own surprise, since Harry seemed more like a Slytherin to him, and often could be spotted hanging out with Slytherin, Draco Malfoy).
Unfortunately, as Neville slowly began to realize, it wouldn’t get any easier for him in a magical school. First off, in his first year, he couldn’t exactly grasp the idea of flying on broomsticks, (or at least, his broomstick figured that he couldn’t fly or something). And so he ended up dangling from a parapet in front of the entire class, as they watched and laughed, while Harry and Draco made taunts. In his second year, since he seemingly couldn’t grasp the idea of Defense Against the Dark Arts class either, he couldn’t figure out a charm to stop the Cornish Pixies from dragging him up, by the ears onto a hanging dragon skeleton, (much to his relief, however, one his friends Hermione Granger knew the spell to help him down from ceiling). And when he tried to, in his third year, cast the Riddikulus charm on his boggart, Professor Snape, he had to use the help of Professor Lupin to actually perform the spell correctly.
At least he still had his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, who supported him throughout the years and helped him to defeat Voldemort in the end. So, he was very clearly surprised when Harry Potter, the one who had spent his entire youth bullying him to the point where Neville Longbottom had been starting to lose hope in his magic, decided to help out and track down the horcruxes Voldemort had split himself into, and fight alongside him during the Battle of Hogwarts, he was quite visibly shook. In all his life, he’d never expected such a turn in Harry’s character, but maybe that’s why he’d been a Gryffindor all along. Not just because he was brave, but because he had the heart of a lion.
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Part 4: ‘Implementing Them(written by Mabel) Woohoo! You've made it to the last part of this weekly! I hope you've had fun learning and writing about tropes, because now you’re going to write a story implementing three tropes. This story should be at least 700 words. Have fun, and good luck!’
Three Tropes I Used: Damsel in Distress, The Reluctant Hero, Found Family

Note: This was sort of inspired by the poem, Lucy Gray by William Wordsworth and the character of Lucy Gray in The Hunger Games, and recounts what might have happened to her specifically in the poem <3

Into the mist she found herself, her tears trembling down her cheeks and her white frilly lace dress trailing behind her. The last remains of an after party too bogged down in tradition to care about her whereabouts. A lone child on an endlessly winding path through the woods. And the only items she carried with her, a spare matchstick and a stuffed teddy bear. Her only friend in the ghostly gray timber.
Maybe if she could find a woodshed or some sort of place to use to seek shelter from the bitter cold, then maybe she could be okay. For a little while at least. Not that she could see anything around her with her vision clouded by the heavy fog. Or hear anything, for that matter. Not with the sound of whistling- wait whistling?!
The girl quickly ducked behind a birch tree, and covered her mouth with her hand, the other still clutching her teddy bear. ‘Don’t move. Don’t make a sound,’ that’s what her father had taught her when she was smaller and had been out hunting with him. Back when she could trust him and know that she’d be safe and protected amidst the trees. Back when she knew following him would lead her out of the dreary woods for good. She’d never found much comfort in the hallowed treeline, anyways.
That’s when she found herself short of breath and her heartbeat quickening with every second she waited out the whistling. But it kept continuing. And continuing. Stopping somewhere near to her, the slow and now amplified breathing of the whistling woodfolk. She closed her eyes tight.
“What are you doing here, little girl?” The voice prodded.
The girl refused to open her eyes, but she spoke softly, slowly, “I don’t know. I got lost and-”
“Where’s your family?” The voice continued.
The girl reluctantly opened her eyes, and let out a little gasp when she saw who it was. A rather burly looking woodsman holding an axe. The girl wanted to scream, but her shock wouldn’t let her. The girl continued, her voice shaky, “I don’t know-”
The woodsman laid his axe against the tree and knelt down. The girl started sobbing. The woodsman opened up his arms and the girl, hesitantly, hugged him. His voice soft, the woodsman spoke, “Don’t worry. Don’t cry. I’ll help you find your family, and you’ll be okay. Just, come with me and I’ll take you to my home, and we’ll get you a cup of tea, okay?”
The girl nodded, and the woodsman stood up, offering his hand to the little girl with the teddy bear and lone matchstick. She took it, nervously, and followed him deeper into the woods. “What’s your teddy bear’s name?” The woodsman questioned.
She smiled slightly, “Poe the Polar Bear.”
The woodsman smiled too, “That name has a nice ring to it. I used to care for a bear when he was just a cub. His name was William.”
“What happened to William?” The girl asked.
“He grew up and left the den. Now he wanders these forests alone. Sometimes,” the woodsman leans in and whispers, “I swear I’ll see him. Or at least, I’ll hear him.”
“What do you think he says?”
“Well, in my heart he says, ‘thanks for taking care of me,’ and we leave each other be,” the woodsman finishes.
“Aw, but that’s sad that you never really get to talk to him anymore,” the girl frowns.
“Well, I’d like to think that we will, maybe, some day,” the woodsman sighs, “but things grow up and things change. Just because we want things to stay the same doesn’t mean that they do. That they can. Or that they should.”
The girl nods her head once more, as their footsteps suddenly stop crunching through the soil. The woodsman grins, “Here’s my cabin! I know it’s not much.”
The girl shakes her head and just smiles, as a fluffy dog comes barreling towards her, tumbling her to the ground. The woodsman’s eyes widen, but the little girl just laughs, “Stop tickling me! You cute thing, stop it! Please!”
“Rover, no!” The woodsman yells, somewhat laughing, “I think she’s had enough!”
The dog, Rover, backs up slowly, but not before giving the little girl one big lick. The girl laughs again.
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(+1,975 words in total for this weekly!)

23th Daily (New SWC Hosts): March 23th, 2025
Prompt: ‘Imagine that you wake up one day with the magic powers of our beloved tyrants! What are some changes you would make to SWC? What are some suggestions you have? These can include serious ideas and silly ones, you’re the new host after all! Write 350 words of your plans for 300 points, and an extra 100 if you provide proof.’
Word Count: 375

If I were a magical SWC tyrant- *cough, cough* I mean host, I would give people baskets full of magical motivational mangoes and I would bring back the campers’ stolen links that Gurtle ate last March session!/jk I love you Gurtle, you’re the best link/mango eating turtle ever! But, besides that, I would definitely add more cabin genres! If I were a host I think I’d try to add Poetry back as a cabin and maybe even make such a thing as ‘SWC classic’ cabins. Or, basically cabin genres that are always used every session.
I feel as though, to differentiate the cabins more, and always provide different cabin options based on different camper’s preferences/writing styles, we could definitely make at least 1-3 cabin genres, always a cabin that we do in SWC. I think maybe it might, in that sense, since this is coming from my perspective, but there are a lot of writers on Scratch who don’t necessarily do/want to do SWC. But it might influence them, then, to actually join, or join more frequently. Since they have a cabin that sort of has storylines that focus more on their writing style/favorite genre to write in.
I think cabins we could make classic genres, for example, are definitely a Poetry/Lyrical cabin, a Script cabin, and one cabin that focuses on mainly book format writing styles, if that makes sense. I know SWC has in the past had these types of cabins and I think bringing them back as classic cabins would be a really good idea perhaps. That being said, adding ‘SWC classic’ cabins to Scratch Writing Camp could potentially create storylines themed on writing in those specific formats, but it wouldn’t necessarily imply that they couldn’t also be themed on a genre as well. Like, for example, there could be a Poetry/Fantasy cabin, in the case where the poems are Fantasy based poems, but the format is just a little more specific. Overall, if I were a host I think creating ‘SWC classic’ cabins could potentially convince writers who haven’t originally done a SWC session before to join SWC for the first time and improve their writing skills amongst a group of friendly campers! <3
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25th Daily (HoliYAYs): March 25th, 2025
Prompt: ‘Holidays? More like holiYAYS! We all know of at least a few holidays, but what about the ones that have yet to be made? Well! Today, you'll be making your very own holiday! Your task is to write a 250 word description and create an aesthetic set for your brand new holiday! What day will it be on? Why are you celebrating it? Who celebrates it? What's it about? By completing this, you'll earn 300 points for your cabin, plus an extra 150 for sharing proof! Have fun and happy new holiyay daily day!’
Word Count: 251

Fandom Day is a day celebrating people’s individual favorite fandoms! It occurs every 1st of the month, (as surely, it cannot be limited to just one day or fans would go crazy), and people can typically be found dressing up/roleplaying as their favorite characters, or just wearing some, (or all, as some people have done- which personally, I don’t even know if I would do because it would be quite a lot haha), of their fandom related merchandise! Fandom Day celebrates the cultures surrounding different books/stories/films, and each month nobody ceases to do something unique and different to celebrate the holiday. It’s a fun, sort of carefree holiday, just celebrating the fans of their respective favorite fandoms, and the art and creations created by the fans throughout the years, and the new art pieces that pop up throughout the months before the 1st as well. Fans can go wild on this holiday, and creativity and imagination is not limited!
On Fandom Day, every fandom is celebrated! Whether it be a book series, a musical artist, even a game, Fandom Day is a celebration of every and all fandoms, and you’ll be sure to have fun on this holiday! Fun is guaranteed, if not a traditional aspect of this holiday itself! If you’re ever bored during this holiday, if you just look around you’ll be sure to find something to do to celebrate one of your favorite fandoms on this quirky holiday, if not all of your favorite fandoms!

Aesthetic Set: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1152595871/

March 25 Daily

Ah yes. It shall finally come to pass. Lazy day. Or perhaps Nothing day. Or maybe Do-Fun-Things-For-Fun day. Personally, I believe that my very own holiday is a very good idea, and will be a relaxing day of respite or fun filled experience for all that participate. The premise? A national holiday that is solely dedicated towards doing nothing. For the day, everything stops (I can already see the holes in this plan forming). There is no work, or boring things, no assignments or school, no toilet or drudgery! Maybe it could be called Play Day (no work, all play). It is the one day of the year solely dedicated to doing something fun, something you enjoy, something you love. It gives the procrastinators time to watch cat videos or catch up on webcomics without fear of losing a full day of work. It gives the overworked and underpaid members of society a day of relaxing rest. It gives me a day where I can go run off and frolic in the woods (lets ignore that I live ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE near any kind of wooded area. Shhh. Just because there are enough trees to legally designate this place as a forest DOESNT MEAN IT IS ONE. I also don't really believe that fact is real.), where was I? oh yes, frolicking in the woods. I can ride my bike in the lovely evening sunlight, sit on the floor and draw for hours, and in general COMPLETELY IGNORE any kind of scholarship essays or homework I have to do because this day, this one day, is Break day, and while I am not legally bound to enjoy myself, it is heavily reccommended that I take a break and dedicate more time than I usually have to activities that I enjoy and have fun in. I am not saying that work cannot be fun. What I am saying is that sometimes, we need a day where we don't have to worry, and, even if just for a day, we can live carefree, following our heart's desire. If that means to work, so be it. But, what this holiday also ought to emphasize, is finding an activity outside of work to do, an activity that will make your life more well rounded. It is the day where humanity emerges from its cave and touches grass, a day to remember the beauty that surrounds us, and the good times our wonderful world can offer (and yes, I really just want to not do my scholarships).

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26th Daily (SWC Time Machine): March 26th, 2025
Prompt: ‘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!’
Link: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/809246/?page=2#post-8471267
Word Count: 513
Daily Used: Holi/Pi Day Daily, March 14th, 2025
Prompt: ‘The Hindu Holi festival is celebrated by people throwing colored water and powders on one another, in a festival of spring and love. The bright colors involved in Holi evoke feelings of joy, happiness, and fun—just like the festival itself! Today’s daily is about incorporating color imagery—how do the color/s you’ve described represent the characters’ emotions, or reflect the mood of the scene? Using colors to symbolise feelings, write 314 words for 200 points—share proof for 100 extra points.’
Color Used: Lavender

Rows of flowers climb the rolling green hills of the hidden gem of a kingdom tucked away in the middle of a desert. Nobody but the spirits who roam the fields know how they got there. An oasis, but not quite, in the middle of a forgotten area with sparsely a few oak trees swaying in the wind and more than a few butterflies dancing about from flower to flower. Picturesque and yet hidden to only the spirits. How can such a place exist in such a dreary desert? Unbeknownst to most of the world itself, the only sound of footsteps is the drawl of the wind, echoing onward towards dusk. A field of lavender flowers submerged in a sea of blue sky and whistling spirits.
Only the spirits know how they got there. If you walk forwards towards dusk, you’ll walk into the sea of lavender flowers. If you walk backwards towards dawn, only those who’ve found themselves stuck in this land by chance, which mostly happen to be unlucky animals who find themselves trapped in the place, or rather, the field of flowers, can come back to where only the spirits know they once roamed. How can so many flowers be endless, and a field of flowers be endless, from the human eye? A lovely little gemstone in the middle of a desert. A lovely little hideaway tucked in from the real world. Or, the material world, in that matter.
So many flowers to brush your hands across, if that be that you can feel them. Sometimes, maybe if the wind will allow, the feeling of life, more or less however, like a mirage will carry through your fingertips to the flowers and let the feeling of freedom and flowers be felt for a little bit of time. If time, therefore, exists in this spiritual realm, that is. But only the spirits know themselves. For if, one day, they are fortunate enough to feel life again, like they once felt before, they would be so fortunate for all of the time that they had lost to asking the question, ‘but what happens after?’
A song, a lone melody, a rarely sung tune, only for the fainthearted. For there are still some too afraid to sing it themselves. But, it is said, or at least, foretold that those who do, may be granted their lives again. However, in a different body. In mind, the same spirit, but at heart, a new person. Each new experience is still unknown to the spirits, and the thereafter still unknown to the living.
How can so much living be lived, and so much regret still exist in those spirits who still, of course, roam the lavender fields onwards towards dusk? And not towards dawn? A million spirits flowing through the lavender fields alone, wordless and left to figure out for themselves, one day, how to sing the lone tune. How can so many words be sung and be unknown to the lips that sound them? So many words go unspoken, and so many words are lost.
(+513 words!)

27th Daily (Pangrams): March 27th, 2025
Prompt: ‘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.’
Word Count: 412
Pangram Used: ‘Sapphire glow, bumbling creation, destiny’s queen, all for joy’s very zealous exit,’ -@imaginary-dagger

What was once the pinnacle of the kingdom’s creations had fallen into the wrong hands. Which was, to say the very least, not even man-made. A gemstone mined from the farthest reaches of the Kingdom of Gower. Blue and glowing. Surrounded in incantations only the elves themselves knew how to perform. But of course, greedy humans sought only to take it and claim it as their own, so what had once been a simple sapphire, could mean the difference between life and…
Princess Livia sprinted through the flower gardens engulfing the palace grounds. The only thing on her, a glowing blue sapphire and a pocket watch, the golden chain trailing behind her and threatening to fall out of her pocket. The only pocket they’d sewn on her gown. Pity how small it was, but Princess Livia supposed, it was better than no pocket at all. As tiny and hard to stuff with her trinkets as it tended to be. And the only, rather uncomfortable, gown she was allowed to wear.
She leans a little against an archway covered in roses, catching her breath and sinking to her knees. Only a few more feet to go. But her feet are sore from running in heels. Nevermind the heels. Princess Livia quickly takes off her heels, and gets up, wobbling from side to side for a bit, before breaking back into a sprint.
If she doesn’t take the gemstone from the guards, who knows what they’ll use it for? Their own selfish gains? Most definitely. She knows they will. They’ve already tried to take it from her.
Princess Livia sighs, and continues running, despite how much she’d rather not. If the guards want to use the sapphire to trap her and the rest of the kingdom, then so be it. If the king wants to use the guards to eliminate those who defy him, then so be it. So if it be that he wants to get rid of his own daughter, the princess. The princess destined to be the kingdom’s future queen, Princess Livia herself, so be it. As soon as Princess Livia reaches the gates to the palace, an arm juts out and pulls her to the side.
She glances over to whoever caught her, her eyes widening as her heart starts beating faster, and all of the joy draining from her face. They’ve got her. The guards have caught her. There’s nowhere left to run. Nowhere left besides the palace itself.
(+412 words!)

29th Daily (Showing Not Telling): March 29th, 2025
Prompt: ‘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!’
Word Count: 406

Brilliant blue skies and fluffy white clouds dot the horizon line, and her spirit lifts at the sight of it. After so many gray clouds, the smoke has finally cleared, convincing the Land of Rain, to deplete itself of such dreariness. Spring has finally come, and the flowers along with it. She rushes down the steps which lead to the courtyard and dances out into the palace gardens. Budding colorful flowers in tight rows reach towards the shining golden sun. The girl smiles gleefully. Splash!
The girl sticks her hand into one of her coat pockets and grins, turning to whoever splashed her with water. She’s come prepared this time. The young girl who splashed her with water, guilty with a cup in her hand, shakes their head as their eyes widen, and they cry, “What are you doing with Mr. Flower?”
“I’ll give him back to you if you promise not to splash me again,” the older girl shrugs.
“But he’s my bunny!” The younger girl frowns.
“And you can have him back if you let me enjoy the first spring day in peace for once,” the older girl rolls her eyes.
The younger girl refuses to back down, “No. Not before you give me back my bunny. You’re not being a very good older sister!”
“And you’re not letting me enjoy my day, for once!” The older sister groans.
“What’s spring without a little rain?” The younger sister beams.
“Rain hasn’t been forecasted for this entire week, and it’d be really good to not have to endure the rain anymore,” the older sister sighs, “now do you want your bunny Molly or not-”
“Jenny this is the Land of Rain, what’s a little more rain ever going to do to you?” The younger sister chimes in.
“I just said I don’t want more rain,” Jenny grits her teeth.
Molly sighs, and puts her cup by the fountain to collect more water to dump on Jenny.
Jenny groans, “Molly, you’re going to get Mr. Flower, or whatever, wet-”
“Not before I get you wet!” Molly laughs as she chucks a cup of water at Jenny.
Jenny’s face gets soaked with water. Molly grins sheepishly, and prances over to Jenny before she has a second to gather her bearings, taking Mr. Flower right from her arms. Jenny moans, “I’m going to get you back for this, Molly, one day. You know I can and I will.”
(+406 words!)

30th Daily (Happy Birthday): March 30th, 2025
Prompt: ‘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!’
Word Count: 543

Note: This contains *MAJOR* spoilers for the new The Hunger Games book, Sunrise on the Reaping! Please don’t read this unless you’ve read at least the first chapter of the book! And yes, I most definitely had to do a fanfiction of The Hunger Games.

“Happy birthday, Haymitch!”
Wasn’t my birthday just yesterday? I groan as I slide off my quilted covers and plant my feet on the floor. If it is my birthday, then it’s Reaping Day. Twice in a row. Unless I bumped my head or something.
I saunter down towards the kitchen, but not before my younger brother, Sid, finishes rushing over to me. Panting and out of breath he bites his lip, “I was going to wake you up, but I guess you’re already up anyways. You told me to be your rooster!”
I grin, and ruffle his curly hair, “Well, I guess my rooster missed the sunrise.”
He laughs at that, and dashes back into the kitchen. I sigh, and breathe in deeply. I swear he already told me that the day before. Am I going crazy? I figure I’m just stressed. It’s Reaping Day, after all. And twice the number of tributes.
Not that there still isn’t a chance I won’t be picked. It’s still two names in thousands. Not that District 12 has as much of a population as the career districts. Still, holding onto the shreds of hope that I won’t be picked is better than giving into the darkness. Silencing the nightmares that tell me that the unthinkable could happen…
I wake up, and roll over, burying my face in my pillow. It’s Reaping Day. “Happy birthday, Haymitch!” My little brother yells cheerfully.
Oh yeah, and also my birthday. While it’s nice I get to sleep in, the dread of the games still looms. Dangerous, and worst of all, traumatizing. If it did happen to me, I don’t know how my Mamaw and Sid would get on. And if something awful did happen to me, I wouldn’t want them to have to watch…
“Happy birthday,” it’s Lenore Dove.
My girlfriend, and the love of my life. How did I get here? I must’ve blacked out…
Good morning, Reaping Day. I find Lenore Dove’s green eyes in the sea of children awaiting either their perpetual doom or relief from the games for another year. We glance up at the stage. The Capitol escort, Drusilla, her hand slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Reaching into a glass bowl with the thousands of names of every child living in District 12. “Haymitch… Abernanny,” she concludes.
That’s not even how you pronounce my name…
I must’ve blacked out again or something, because I’m on the floor, pulling Lenore Dove off of Woodbine’s lifeless body. I wasn’t even supposed to be picked, I wasn’t even supposed to be picked…
Goodbye Mamaw. Goodbye Sid. Goodbye Lenore Dove, District 12, and everything I’ve known…
Sobbing in a train car. Louella McCoy’s body and Snow’s mansion. Holding Maysilee’s hand. My Mamaw. My brother. My girlfriend.
Splash! I stand up abruptly, shaken and struggling to steady myself. Kicking my chair to the side, and positioning my knife at the ready. Panting. Shouting. Scared. As if my vision finally clears, I’m standing, staring daggers at… oh. Katniss.
I sputter, “What are you doing?”
She’s over on the windowsill, as if perched like a bird about to take flight. Away from me. Away from a monster. In my head I’m still half-asleep. But if we can change these games maybe one day I won't be.
(+543 words!)

4th Weekly: March 26th-31st, 2025
Word Count: 2,597

1st Part: Fantasy + Pandora Pink
Prompt: ‘Write 150 words where an everyday object takes on magical properties.’

Was I correct in assuming that pencils could turn into magic wands? 7 year old me, at least, thought they could. And 7 year old me might as well have been correct, since it began the day I got home from school…
I pull out my pencil case from my navy blue backpack and empty out the contents on my desk. A pencil sharpener, a glue stick, a mini stapler… everything but a pencil. Any pencil. Or pen. That I could use for school. Are we really out of pens and pencils?
I sigh, and grumble, ‘maybe I let too many kids borrow mine,’ and lean back in my chair. That’s when I notice a pencil on the floor. Not just any pencil on the floor, though. A sparkly, glowy, magical-looking pencil. I duck under my desk and reach out my hand. Oooh. Definitely a magical-looking, glowy, sparkly pencil, or pen.
I point at one of the walls to my left, and suddenly get all serious, like I’m conducting a very important magical spell, “Abracadabra.”
It does nothing. I laugh, glancing over the ‘magical’ pencil, or pen, as I shoot back in my chair.
(+194 words!)

2nd Part: Myth + Smarlls
Prompt: ‘Write about your character working together with others in order to achieve a hard goal and make sure it’s 150 words!’

Woah. I must’ve hit my head or something, because next thing I know, I’m stranded on the floor. Rubbing my head. With a ‘magical’ pencil, or pen. I stare at it for a second, in utter confusion. So what exactly just happened? Of course I say, “abracadabra,” again.
And yet again, although this time I’m anticipating it, I’m pushed back further into the wall. I glance at the ‘magical’ pencil, or pen again. And then I smirk. So it is a magic wand. I was right…
When I get to school, the first thing I do, of course, is mention the wand to some of my friends. As secretly as any 7 year old would. The last thing I would want is to enjoy this wand alone. Especially when I could do so much with it, I think. So when I see one of my friends, Charlie, she and I come up with a plan to help as many people as we can, (we decide a good number is probably like around 100), and get to work setting up a booth and a cookie tin to collect money in, (because of course, what 7 year old doesn’t see it fit to use a magical wand they found and use it to collect bank)?
(+213 words!)

3rd Part: Mystery + Gurtle (OMG it’s Gurtle! :0)
Prompt: ‘Write about your character receiving messages from an unknown person, 150 words would be great!’

It’s strange to think we barely sold anyone on our magic wands. Scratch that, maybe they just didn’t believe they actually existed, more or less, actually worked. Which is fairly plausible and makes absolutely complete sense. But barely anyone? That being said, barely any 7 year olds? I just didn’t get it.
So when I said goodbye to my friend Charlie, and headed back home, that’s when my whole life really began to change. As I often do, I’ll check the mailbox outside of my apartment building. Usually it’s just bills for my parents, or clothes advertisements. But this time it wasn’t. This time, it was something different. This time… it was a magical acceptance letter to a magical school known as The School for Underage Students who Discovered Magic, (a long name, I know, which is why they abbreviate it to T.S.U.S.D.M., not that it’s not also super hard to say as well). And I’d say that sounds just like the perfect school for me.
Only how will I tell Charlie?
(+177 words!)

4th Part: Journalism + Baroness Bluebell
Prompt: ‘Hi dear! If it isn’t too much trouble, could you write about your character learning something unexpected? Ah, and make sure it’s 100 words, that will do quite nicely!’

I open up the letter, and a small postcard pops out from what had been folded. A picture of the school. Cool, but what exactly does this school teach? I briefly glance over the little note, and furrow my eyebrows when I see the words, ‘the school for underage students who have figured out how to enchant their everyday objects.’ A school for underage students who’ve learned how to enchant everyday objects?
But I don’t think I enchanted my own object, I just found it on the ground. On the floor in my bedroom. And it’s not like I have siblings, either. So I don’t think my siblings would be magical. And definitely not my parents. But I didn’t enchant it, did I?
(+123 words!)

5th Part: Fan-Fi + Maestro Maroon
Prompt: ‘doodoodoodoo- I love music so… hey, do you think you could write 150 words incorporating meaningful music/songs/lyrics into your story?’
Song Lyrics Chosen: ‘And I don’t believe it but I guess it’s true,’ -Wish That You Were Here by Florence + The Machine

No. No, I couldn’t have enchanted that object myself. But the term for this ‘magic school’ starts soon after summer. And I mean, if I can go to a magic school. And if I’ve already proved to myself that magic is real. Which I have…
So I guess it’s true. After saying goodbye to my best friend Charlie, for who knows if this is the last time, I clamber onto the train set to take all of the ‘underage students who have figured out how to enchant their everyday objects’ to ‘The School for Underage Students who Discovered Magic’, (or T.S.U.S.D.M. for short). It’s still so odd to me how I got here. How I got on this train. How I first learned about magic. Absolutely everything that’s happened so far. And I still don’t know what lies ahead.
But I guess magic is true. And 7 year old me, now 8 year old me, figured it out. I might not believe it right now but I certainly guess it’s true.
(+176 words!)

6th Part: Illu-Fi + Captain Celadon
Prompt: ‘Write about a bizarre or unexpected scenario happening to your character. And make it 200 words, aye?’

Once I position myself in one of the train cars, titled, ‘The Cabin for 8 Year Olds,’ since I’m guessing each cabin is split up by age group, which for once makes complete sense in the sea of things that make absolute nonsense, I pull out my wand and stare at it. How can one little thing hold so much power? I stare at it until the door suddenly bangs open, and jump back instantly, my eyes fixed on the open door, and the student, or I should say rather, students who opened it. I slowly grin. It’s Charlie.
Charlie looks at me, one of her eyebrows raised as if a little concerned by my stupid grinning. If she doesn’t remember who I am I’ll feel even more embarrassed. And then she finally seems to slowly register my existence. “Maude!” Charlie dashes over to me, throwing her arms around me, “Oh my gosh! I was hoping I might see you! I’m so glad you’re here!”
I can’t help still grinning, “I’m so glad you’re here too! Wait, how did you get into the school?”
Charlie beams, “Well I wouldn’t have gotten in had it not been for you introducing me to the magic wand. I’m so excited, we’re going to learn so much!”
(+213 words!)

7th Part: Action + Peeles
Prompt: ‘Write about your character getting out of their comfort zone, aaand please write 200 words for it!’

We stop hugging. I glance over at Charlie’s friends. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I forgot to introduce you to my friends!” Charlie’s eyes suddenly go very wide, and she points to a girl with long dark hair in two braids and dark blue eyes that look almost violet, “That’s Lily, she’s really sweet.”
Lily waves at me and smiles. I wave back awkwardly. I never really liked socializing that much. But they seem friendly. Charlie continues, pointing to another girl, with long wavy blonde hair and brown eyes, “That’s Marie. She’s quite ambitious.”
Marie nods her head and grins, “I know. I’m really excited for this magic school! I can’t wait till we learn how to fly. I’m going to make the flight team this year!”
I try to think of something to say. But not before Charlie cuts in, “I’m so excited to learn more about potions, personally.”
I shake my head, “I’m just hoping my potions don’t blow up in my face.”
Lily and Marie both laugh at that. I smile a little bit, happy they didn’t just frown at me. But not before Charlie scoffs, “Well, I was just saying I’m excited for potions class. You didn’t need to say that, Maude.”
(+205 words!)

8th Part: Adventure + Mazasa
Prompt: ‘Soooo the ice caps are melting. Write about your character completely changing their appearance. Yeah also write 200 words ty.’

I look down at my feet. This is the second time I’ve said something I didn’t mean to say to Charlie, “I’m sorry Charlie, that’s not what I meant. I’ve just never been very good at cooking, and I’m guessing potions class is going to be like that.”
Charlie shakes her head, “Well, that better be what you mean.”
For the rest of the day, Charlie refuses to sit next to me. She decides to go and find another train car. I sit alone. Her friends look at me with pity. I swallow my tears.
When we reach the magic school, a grand castle in the middle of a redwood forest, we settle into the main hall for a bite to eat. I sit alone. Again. I swallow my tears once more. I am alone, in a magic school alone.
When we get up into the dormitory, which are separated by age groups, ranging from the youngest being 5 to the oldest being 18, which is fairly large to say the least, I find Charlie again. She rolls her eyes, “I told you. I wanted to take a break from you right now, is that not clear?”
I nod my head, but I don’t move. “Can you please move?” Charlie complains.
I shake my head. She sighs and takes out her wand, “abracadabracado, please move.”
Before I can make sense of what just happened, she gasps, “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Maude! I didn’t mean to turn you into a bird!”
(+251 words!)

9th Part: Bi-Fi + Marc Mangoson
Prompt: ‘Write about your character struggling to let something go. For 200 words okay?’

I gasp. Well, figuratively. Technically if I’m a bird I can’t gasp. I chirp somberly instead as I flail around, trying to flap my arms, now wings. Charlie scoops me up and positions me in front of her face, “Oh Maude, I’m going to take you to the hospital, okay? You’re going to be okay.”
The whole time Charlie’s running, rushing me to the hospital, she’s sobbing, “Oh Maude, I’m so so sorry! I’m so so sorry, Maude!”
Maybe this whole scenario would be a whole lot better if Charlie wasn’t sobbing hysterically. But I ignore that, now focused on gaining control of my new bird body. But it’s so hard to let go of my old body, trying to understand how to use my new body properly and not quite understanding it. If the hospital doesn’t figure out a way to turn me back into a human, then I’ll just have to adjust. It’s better I learn now then never. And learning now, who knows, might be the only chance I have.
Charlie reaches the hospital, and practically spits in the doctor’s face, “You have to get Maude hospitalized, right now! Please! I made such a huge mistake, I’m so so sorry!”
(+203 words!)

10th Part: Fairy Tales + Skog
Prompt: ‘If it isn’t too much trouble, Skog would like you to write about your character overestimating their abilities for 200 words.’

The doctor behind the counter quickly gets up out of the chair they were sitting in, typing away at a computer, and rushes over to Charlie. I watch nervously. “What are you doing with a bird?” The doctor bites their lip.
Charlie stumbles through her words while continuously sobbing hysterically, “It’s not a bird. It’s my best friend, Maude!”
“Oh, okay,” the doctor nods their head, as they scoop me up and rush me over to a table.
I close my eyes tightly, as they do a whole bunch of scans. Then they make me drink some sort of blue liquid. The whole time, I’m thinking they’ll probably be able to cure me. And then I think, oh yeah, I have a wand! Maybe I can turn myself back myself!
That’s when I realize, oh yeah, I have wings. Not thumbs. And I’m guessing, in the midst of Charlie rushing me over frantically to the hospital, I probably lost the thing myself. I couldn’t transform myself back right now even if I tried. So I wait patiently for the doctor to finish up with what they are doing as Charlie sits, literally on the edge of her seat, anxious and sweating. Tears rolling down her cheeks.
(+206 words!)

11th Part: Dystopian + Blahaj
Prompt: ‘write 200 words where something a character believed was great/perfect turned out to be flawed/bad.’

I know the doctors will help me out. I’m sure of it. So when they tell me, “there isn’t a way in which that could possibly work, or a way in which we can turn you back,” all of my hope drains. So are these doctors really all that great, then? Are they really all that perfect?
Charlie shakes her head multiple times, “No, no! I did something awful, please, there has to be something I can do!”
The doctor just stands there, also repeatedly shaking their head, “No, look, I’m so super sorry. But if there was anything we could do, well, we’ve already tried it. Believe me, if we knew of anything we could do we would do it in a pinch.”
Charlie continues begging, “Please! Don’t recoveries usually take weeks, also? Please then keep trying! Please don’t give up! It’s my fault! It’s my fault!”
Honestly, a part of me almost feels really bad for Charlie. As alone as she’s made me feel all day, she’s also tried to fix her mistake and help me out. And she’s also literally my best friend. She’s been my best friend since we could practically talk. This really isn’t fair for her to just have no hope. For them to just give up on her when she barely even started at this school. If this costs her her entry into this school, I think that’d be the most unfair.
(+239 words!)

12th Part: Sci-Fi + Jim Flabsdz
Prompt: ‘Write 150 words where a character experiments with new or unfamiliar technology, and I’ll come to your… party thing.’

Charlie bites her lip, as she brings me down from the school hospital and all the way back to our dormitory. I’m surprised she still remembers where it is after only one day. Charlie scans the room suddenly, quickly as if just notices something. And then she dashes over to the bed she’s claimed and the drawer besides it, scraping through everything until she finds a stick. No, not a stick. A wand. Her own wand, I’m guessing.
She must not have gotten it super recently, because it looks all bent up and worn out of shape. She tries to use it, nonetheless. “Abrecadabracado,” nothing happens.
I shrug. I’m still a bird. She groans, and tries the spell again, “Abrecadabrado?”
Nothing. I shake my head. She sighs, “I probably really shouldn’t be trying to do this, but here we go again. How about, abracadabracaredo?”
Nothing. And then, almost a few seconds after she says it, I’m taller and trying to steady myself. I smile, glancing at my hands, then at Charlie, “Thanks!”
(+172 words!)

13th Part: Thriller + Lieutenant Lilac
Prompt: ‘THIS IS A SUPER IMPORTANT TASK!!! do it ASAP!! or there will be explosions. Write 200 words where your character is put in a dangerous scenario! I recommend including plenty of arson!!!!!! …please put in arson I’m begging you.’

Charlie shakes her head, “No, no don’t thank me! I did everything wrong! I turned you into a bird, put you through this whole mess, made you drink whatever potion the doctor gave you-”
“Well, to be fair, you didn’t make me drink that. The doctor did. And if I’m being honest, it didn’t taste that bad,” I laugh, thinking about the potion again.
Charlie smiles slightly. That’s when the dormitory starts shaking. No, the entire school. We drop to the floor. Earthquake?
No, much worse. And much bigger. Charlie and I dash over to the window of the dormitory. Fire shoots right past the window just right outside. Charlie and I gasp in horror. So dragons are real?
I reach out to grab Charlie’s hand, and she takes it, hesitantly. The dragon roars outside, “Arson! Arson! I love fire! Burn the school down, and light it up! Light it up!”
We shake. Our hands sweating. Our eyes fixated on whatever is happening outside of our dormitory window. Older students protecting younger students battling flames with their wands. And just us, up in a tower high up from the school grounds. Unable to help.
Or at least, that’s what we think. And then I try to remember what it was like when I was a bird. And that’s when I turn myself into a dragon.
(+225 words!)
(+2,597 words in total!)