SWC Megathread ‧₊˚❀༉‧ July 2025

Thecatperson19

July 5 Daily
305 words
This is very strangely written lol. I couldn't really focus because the tv was playing the entire time ToT
They have been a long time in the making. Edwardians tentatively placed early versions in their homes, enticed by a new form of convenience. These early models are still found in antique shops. You can turn the crank and pretend to hear whispered messages from the past through the receiver. As time went on, inventors and innovators continued to improve them. They showed up in more households. Children twisted the new dials and pretended to talk to foreign dignitaries, princesses, and their friends across the street. Adults learned which motions connected them to their family members. Now, when we find one of these older models, we struggle to turn the dials, struggle to figure out how their numbers translate to the ones we are trying to call. We got used to punching blocky keypads, wandering around the house as far as the cord will permit us, eavesdropping on our siblings through the other line. The many shapes that these simple objects have taken on through the years all function the same way, and yet we quickly forget how to work older forms when a new model comes out. When you look at them now, they have come a long way from the big wall mounted boxes they were. Now they fit snuggly in our hands and sometimes our pockets, when they used to be affectionately dubbed “bricks”. They do much more than carry our voices across the miles. So, we open apps. We doomscroll. We deign talking in favor of not even coherent writing. First meant to replace the written word, yet the written, premeditated, preexisting word has overtaken them once more. A long time in the making, yet that time seems to have caused us to forget that their original purpose, their original intent, was to hear each other's voices, no matter the distance

Last edited by Thecatperson19 (July 5, 2025 23:04:06)

animaljammers48

daily - pre-existing product

No wires, just vibes. You can find them inside a minuscule case - just small enough for you to slide into a pocket or a bag, as portable as it is useful. You snap the case open, and inside are two pearl-whitened pebbles- or whichever color you'd like them in. The material of the case is glossy and bright and smooth, closing an opening with a quiet, magnetic click. Nowadays, it'd be hard to find someone without one of these- or at least a variation of it, tied to a source of their choice as they plug it in or connect it, and noise trembles through their skull as if along a thin line of thread and they begin silently bobbing their head, everyone around you falling into a hush. Your own pair goes in, and artificial silence replaces the natural one you had before. This silence, however man-made, is cinematic, almost. You find yourself in the easy calm of pulsing in your ears, bass and synth and melody all colliding into each other, melding you a world that is purely your own as everyone sinks into their own tiny realm. With them in, each step you take seems to have more force, more momentum. You could be walking to math class or walking to the moon- it feels quite the same with these two little holders of dreams and voices, murmuring in your ear. It’s not just noise. It’s everywhere. The bass thrums in your jaw. The vocals float behind your eyes. Instruments dip and curl around your spine. It feels like it's being injected into your brain, clean and close, like it was meant for you and no one else. Every word, every beat, is sharp, sculpted, perfect.
You take one out- the eloquent ringing stops. It pauses, waiting obediently like a dog for your return as you click them back into their case, the shiny material easily falling back into your pocket.
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324 words!

icebunny11

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

◪ Noͦ 5
Wordcount: 303/300
Points earned: 150+50 proof
Cabin: Dystopian

The gooey marshmallow melts, slowly disappearing on the tip of your tongue as your teeth crunch on something else at the back of your mouth. ”It's Cocacola!“ someone yells from the crowd. You holler back, ”No! It's Lucky Charms!“ Welcome to another awesome daily — today you'll be writing about a preexisting product, but you’re not allowed to use the name of the product anywhere in your writing! It can be any product from food to shoes, but make sure it's 300 words to gain 150 points (and an additional 50 for sharing) and when you're done, share it in the main cabin and see if anyone can guess what you were writing about.

Dear honorable and not deranged in any way customer,

Do you ever find yourself going to school with all your books and pens and papers and remaining fragments of your soul and sleep bunched haphazardly in your hands, your favourite eraser falling to the ground just seconds before the resident watermelon Toby (no offense to any Toby's out there we love you #tobylivesmatter) steps on it and crushes the beautiful rubber forever?

Do you ever find yourself going on hiking trips and having to pack all your bug repellents and necessities in your pockets, your shirt, your pants, your mouth, the cavity of your heart, and the empty space of your soul? The bottles fall out and roll down the slope of the hill you just climbed treacherously to escape the reality of your life, and are probably eaten up by a poor, unsuspecting crocodile who did much less harm to nature than you to your keyboard.

Well fret not, for SKRALF productions proudly display to you our newest creation!! It comes in multiple colours and has straps for you to secure on your weak shoulders! It has enough space, not only for your unnecessary everyday items, but also for your major emotional baggage that you just CANT let go <3
Made of beautiful cloth cut from the fabric you couldn't afford to buy, and finished with perfect sewing you couldn't even look at without it blinding you!! It even has extra pockets on the sides and front to make sure you have enough place for the tons of tissues you use every night wallowing in self pity and hatred towards everything you've done in your short life span! Make sure you visit SKRALF before they run out.

Side effects: back pain, emotional attachment, back pain, immense swag, back pain, addiction, back pain <3

Last edited by icebunny11 (July 5, 2025 23:34:29)

indigo----

A beginner’s guide to systematically sharing Sour Patch Kids | 07.05.2025

Have you ever been sharing Sour Patch Kids with a friend or two (or maybe ten or five) and had an argument about who eats what flavor? Have you ever wanted so badly to down Sour Patch Kids before your friend can eat them all, but have to resist yourself because you both need to eat the same amount? If so, this guide is for you! In the beginner’s guide to systematically sharing Sour Patch Kids (certified by co-founders Sky and Celeste of Systematically Sharing Inc.) , you will learn the strategy to divide Sour Patch Kids equally among your friend(s), and soon will be able to enjoy these candies happily (or happier).
First, you must understand the basic flavors. In a standard box or bag, there are five flavors. These five flavors are cherry, orange, lemon, lime, and blue raspberry, the colors being red, orange, yellow, green, and blue respectively. Some of you will prefer certain flavors over the other ones- and that’s okay! To avoid any dramatic disputes, continue reading this guide.
The first and foremost step is to decide who will eat what flavor. Let us take Sky and Celeste for an example. While opening the box of Sour Patch Kids at an amusement park, they devised this strategy. Because there are five flavors, they had to decide who would eat which flavor. Both girls agreed that red was the best flavor, and refused to give all of it up to the other person. Therefore, they decided to share it. Celeste then chose to eat all of the blue ones, and Sky decided she wanted the yellow. Both agreed to share orange or green.
In your case, decide if you and your friends will share specific flavors, or eat all of one. As shown in the example above, it would be wise to split it evenly. If there is an odd number of a certain color, simply split the single Sour Patch Kid evenly among you and your friend or group of friends.
Next would be to take turns holding the box. The person holding the box delegates what the group, or pair, is eating. For example, let us say that Celeste starts out holding the box. She can either decide if they will eat a shared color or a separate color. The person holding the box gets to do this three times before passing it onto the next person. Continue until all of the Sour Patch Kids have disappeared from the box and have gone into your stomach as a free, one-way field trip.
The next step is to start eating your Sour Patch Kids. Follow the above steps until you and your friend(s) have eaten them all. Be sure to bite the head off first, as to end the Sour Patch Kid’s suffering. It would also be prudent to call them by their names: red is Ernie, orange is Bob, yellow is Tim, green is Samuel, and blue is Arnolds. However, feel free to name yours differently.
This beginner’s guide is completely certified by Systematically Sharing Inc.! It is a strategy that has been thoroughly tested (an astounding total of one test) and approved by co-creators Sky and Celeste. As of July 5th, 2025, the strategy for systematically sharing Sour Patch kids has been approved for use worldwide.
Remember, in order to put your Sour Patch Kid out of pain, bite his head off first!
All rights reserved. Credit to Sour Patch Kids.

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580 words
SOB SCRATCH WONT LET ME PUT LIKE THIS ONE SENTENCE EVEN THOUGH IT WAS PERFECTLY FINE SO I HAD TO SWITCH IT OUT FOR SOMETHING MUCH MORE BORING but the word count is the same i checked

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28thDimension

❱❱ SWC July 2025 - Daily #5

Ah, it's finally summer. Truly the most wonderful time to feel absolutely exhausted and tired out from all that you've been through in the past ten months of what seemed to be 99 percent torture and the almost depressing remains of actual, pure freedom. Now, however, you feel as if you almost crave even just the slightest bit of stress to add to your never-changing daily life. Every day seems exactly the same–wake up, imagine all the various possible activities and tasks you can possibly get through, procrastinate on said activities and tasks, and go to bed thinking of just how much you could have gotten done today if you had just, in your typical Gen Z slang, locked in.

But oh, what's that? The shining white surface of a small object in the corner of your sight seemingly draws your gaze over. You run your fingers over a singular leaf, feeling the crisp, smooth texture of the material, and proceed to gently tear the thin sheet off of where it was bound. “Ah, this should do nicely,” you think to yourself, as you proceed to pick up the writing utensil of your choice. Be it a pen or pencil, or perhaps even a quill, if you're feeling fancy (I've found that laser pointers and lighters work quite delightfully for this purpose as well.) You bring the tip of your pen, pencil, or whatever it is you've chosen to the leftmost side of the first ruled line. Inhaling, you lower your utensil, just enough for the tip to gently tap against the surface of the paper, and begin to write. Today will be different, and you can feel it.

As you progress through your day, you find yourself coming back to the small sheet of paper you've pinned to your fridge using a spare magnet you found. As the sun finally sets on yet another evening, each and every little square was filled with a small marking. A check mark, some might call it.

You've finished everything you set your mind to. The best part? You did it all without even knowing, well, you did.

355 words

Last edited by 28thDimension (July 5, 2025 23:57:45)

-WildClan-

daily
Saturday, July 5, 2025
333 words

The gooey marshmallow melts, slowly disappearing on the tip of your tongue as your teeth crunch on something else at the back of your mouth. ”It's Cocacola!“ someone yells from the crowd. You holler back, ”No! It's Lucky Charms!“ Welcome to another awesome daily — today you'll be writing about a preexisting product, but you’re not allowed to use the name of the product anywhere in your writing! It can be any product from food to shoes, but make sure it's 300 words to gain 150 points (and an additional 50 for sharing) and when you're done, share it in the main cabin and see if anyone can guess what you were writing about.

They are the best of their kind; everyone around here knows this.
With long, sturdy black sides and striking yellow lids, I would recognize them anywhere. I see them occupying shoppers’ carts at the store. I see them stacked to the ceiling in garages all over town. I see them in my own room, right by my bed.
They are large and strong, perfect for what it is that they do. I have never witnessed their lids cave in or their sides crack. Yet they are efficient, too, being lightweight and easy to carry. The voluminous space within them can be filled to the brim with treasures. Here, a person can put whatever secret stash they could possibly wish to pack away.
Rows upon rows, and stacks upon stacks, their rectangular plastic frameworks fit together into neat arrays, wasting barely any space. It is only their corners that are rounded, sparing people the scraped shins caused by sharper, lower-quality designs. Perhaps if I were to peer into the back of some moving truck, I would see that all of its cargo is contained within these glorious things.
I gaze fondly at the two next to me and recall seeing a smaller version of them at the same store where mine originated, as if these inanimate objects were somehow capable of reproducing. While the thought is absurd, I wish it were true so that I could acquire more of them. Two is barely sufficient anymore.
I run my hand across the surface of the one on top. Diagonal grooves criss-cross the lids, but for what purpose, I do not know. Is it for drainage, in case it gets wet? Does it add structural support? In any case, the pattern is almost mesmerizing… Though not as tantalizing as the prized collection that lies within.
But for now, I am content to keep the lids secured tightly to their jet-black bottom halves. What is inside can wait. It’s the outside that I wish to appreciate today.

table of contents

Last edited by -WildClan- (Aug. 3, 2025 11:43:44)

animaljammers48

word war - 214 words - NO! NO! NO! DO NOT SET IT ON FIRE!
Everything we had and will have, arranged in a neat little pile. Photos. Drawings. Doodles of me, with a big, bobbly head and a fear that encompasses everything and anything. All of the tiny little scraps of paper that were somehow all glued to my entire life. Shanty is about to set the whole thing on fire, holding a match that I can see her physically recoiling from, the skin on her arms turning almost a translucent blue in response to the warmth of the flame, and for a moment I can hold on, I can brace myself and manage to hold still while I watch everything I wanted in life get burned to a crisp- for the sake of the future, I recite, before I lurch forward, and in a shrill shrief that’s barely louder than a murmur, I tell her, “NO! NO! NO! DO NOT SET IT ON FIRE!” Shanty turns back, eyes clouded with confusion. “This is what you told me to do.” Yeah. I did. But not like this. It didn’t feel so painful back then, to lose all of these miniature scraps of paper. When it was but my words holding up the flicker that would illuminate and then burn to ash all of my memories, it felt lighter.

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AGJ4

Alright, I’m thinking of a classic treat—something sweet, adaptable, and eaten across the globe. It’s a food, specifically a type of candy. It melts smoothly in your mouth, and has a rich flavor that’s hard to resist. There are many kinds, but here are the three major ones: white, dark, and milk. This candy is incredibly adaptable; it can be used in countless desserts like ice cream, brownies, cookies, and pies. It’s also used to coat other tasty treats, such as strawberries, pretzels, and even, strangely enough, insects (though I wouldn’t say those are very tasty). Usually, it comes in bar form, though you can also find it in chips or smaller pieces. A couple of well-known American brands produce it—though I won’t name them because they would be a dead giveaway. Let's keep the game interesting. The key ingredient comes from a kind of bean, which is mainly grown in Africa, but also in many countries located below the equator. The beans are roasted, processed, and then blended with butter, sugar, and milk to create this irresistible candy. But beyond its delicious taste, it carries cultural significance. In America, it’s a symbol of love and affection, especially on holidays (usually a specific one ⁠◠ᴗ◕). It also has a very interesting history. It was once a symbol of luxury, and usually came in the form of a drink. And some people took it as far as to say it was a love potion. It was even used as currency in some societies! Today, it’s associated with warmth, comfort, and feelings of connection. Whether given as a gift, enjoyed as a treat, or shared with loved ones, this treat is more than just a sweet—it’s an experience that bridges generations and cultures. It’s a timeless icon of happiness and deliciousness (wait, is that even a word?).

KittyQween9000

My daily!!!! Word Count: 235
Thank you to my sister who made too many jokes about the selection while I was reading it and it became this dumpster fire

The choosing of the princess of Ikea. (The Selection)

'Murica goes into The Choosing not hoping to win Prince Maxhands heart but, after being urged to by her boyfriend Tree. After, being heartbroken by Tree breaking up with her, she goes by *gasp* a personal flying machine and meets her future best friend Barley, who is also there for The Choosing. In her first night in the big shiny building ‘Murica has a desire to go sniffle flowers outdoors in the garden but, the big protecting men won’t let her. Prince Maxhand, out of the kindness of his heart lets ‘Murica go and sniffle ✧flewers✧. Continuing through The Choosing other girls get eliminated and at the end it is down to 6: ’Murica, Barley, Krispy,Celestial, Asleep, Nappy-Tea. Continue reading in The Rich Fancy Peoples: a follow-up

The Rich Fancy Peoples:a follow-up

Just as ‘Murica is getting accustomed to the big shiny building Tree shows up to work as a big protecting man. But, now there is more whispers in whether or not the pebbles will attack the big shiny building. Now in The Rich Fancy Peoples:a follow-up ’Murica deals with her new feelings for Maxhand and the love she still feels for Tree. As well as Barley getting removed from The Choosing after being in a secret relationship (well, not so secret anymore) with Cart Woodchuck. Continue reading the series in: Last one standing.

Last edited by KittyQween9000 (July 6, 2025 05:21:20)

-NotWillow-

daily - july 6
365 words … last updated 07.05.2025

For 100 points (and an additional 50 for sharing your work), write a 150+ word spoof on a famous book. For example, write an excerpt from “The Thirst Activities” or summarize the first book of the “Barry Otter” series.

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WRITING

based off of ‘into the wild’ from the warrior cats series

Going into the Forest is a story in which Crusty decides his home with hoomans is too crusty. He gets taken by a gray stray cat who was helped by two fully grown cats who bring him into a huge cat prison in the wild. He goes to RainCloon, one of the 4 clans besides StreamCloon, LightCloon, and ZephyrCloon.

Crusty quite likes it, but gets attacked by random kitty with a long tail. Crusty ends up beating the bully and his collar drops. No one ever picked up the collar, so it's probably there to this day.

Pinkstar, who just so happened to be the one who helped take him, is leader. She renames Crusty to Icenose because Dappledtree told her “Only ice and a few others can save this prision.” Also “nose” is what apprentice-prisoners are called.

Icenose brings back a rogue named Greentooth!! It turns out she was from LightCloon and was the medicine cat!!! *gasp* Icenose trusts her, even if she was being held captive!! But then, Dappledtree dies because Scratchleg, a LightCloon prisoner killed her!!! Icenose was super duper depressed because he loved her, but Greentooth becomes the medicine cat!

As Icenose trains to be a full-time prisoner, LightCloon is being lead by an evil cat named Fixedstar!!! Cats are aggressively getting kicked out of the cloon under them. Fixedstar even removed ZephyrCloon!!! Wowwww so evil!!!! He even decided to steal children to train them young!!! Icenose brings back the babies, and along with some other the other RainCloon prisoners, help kick out Fixedstar!!! So heroic!!

Daypelt, a LightClan prisoner, becomes leader!! Icenose is given his prisoner name, Iceribs!!! There's peace in the mountains, at least for now dot dot dot cue the super suspenseful music

365 words

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Last edited by -NotWillow- (July 6, 2025 16:38:29)

FireBlood23

July 6
206 words

rip off ‘Their vicious Games’
(highly recommend it actually-)

Once upon a time there was a boy who was spanish and not very smart, and he wanted to get into a college for whatever reason, he thought it could be cool. And a family of cousins ran some ridiculous games with a bunch of challenges and whoever won would get full student loans.
There's a guy, and his job was to mentor them, but he really spent the whole time threatening his dog and the boy loved his dog so he stayed in the games.
There were other people in the games, and at the first dinner someone poisoned someone and they died. And fingers were pointed at themselves. And still nobody knew who killed the other boy.
So they have a bunch more challenges and there's lots of betrayal and partying and friendships and fights, and then the boy decides he wants to try to escape, but then his bestie gets killed so he turns around and goes back inside.
Eventually the boys are like ‘why aren’t YOU playing the game?’ To the family, and the mentors like okay and pulls out a machete and starts chasing them. Killing almost all of them and then the boy goes home traumatised and hugs his dog.
- Liv

Last edited by FireBlood23 (July 7, 2025 01:30:51)

Alfalfa78

Archer Trainee

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Meet Bill, short for William, obviously. He’s a sad little orphan who never knew his parents. Everybody say “aww.” (*stock “aww” effect here*) he’s our super awesome main character. Meet Morgan Garreth, the super evil bad guy, who’s as pale as a vampire, super tall, and is evil. He’s able to control weird wolf guys that are bipedal. Wow. Terrifying.

Anyways, Bill is sad, because the day where he’s bullied into choosing his lifelong profession is nigh. Nobody wants him as their trainee. Therefore, he is sad. So, when Stop, the local edgy emo Archer wants him as his trainee, he is shocked but grateful.

Though, he’s less grateful when Stop makes him do all the housework for the next week. He’s supposed to be an Archer Trainee! Where’s the Archer Training part of this??? But oh no! In steps Bill’s rival Hoarse Alternate, who’s an overconfident warrior who bullied poor Bill throughout childhood. So, they fight and then become friends after a wild boar tries to eat poor Hoarse. Then, they use the power of friendship to defeat three bigger, worse, meaner bullies who bullied Hoarse.

Then, sprinkled in there, Bill gets to do his Archer Training. Yay, Bill! But wait! Morgan Garreth is evil and emo and edgy so he decides to try and take over the country!!! Oh no! So then Bill and Hoarse and Stop (and eventual co.) must all team up to defeat him!!! Follow the rest of Bill and co.’s adventures today by reading Archer Trainee, Remains of Nalrog!

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(257 words)

moonletters-

Daily - 6 July 2025 - spoof summary of Keeper of the Lost Cities <3

Sophia is not like other girls. She can read minds and she is very smart. She is so smart people make fun of her.

But then one day she finds someone just like her - a very handsome boy named Fizz. He is also a nerd, and he can also read minds.

Fizz tells her, "You're a wizard, Harry. You're an elf, Sophia.“

”What? No, I'm not.“

”I can show you.“

”Ok."

So Sophia then finds out … that she is not like other elves! (dun dun DUNNNN)

She has brown eyes instead of blue. And she is NOT pretty. (Despite the fact that a total of four boys who like her.) She is better at telekinesis than everyone else and she also got magical powers before everyone else.

And also there's now a villain organization behind her. They have planted memories in her brain. They are planning something for her.

Now Sophia has to save the world. But the real and most important question is …. who will she date?

Is it going to be Fizz? Or is it going to be her cousin Deck? Or is it going to be Beef? Or, better yet, is it Greasy Ponytail Boy?

Read the books to find out!

(203 words out of minimum 150)

Jk, jk, guys, I love KotLC. It's not that bad; in fact Book 1 (which I've mostly summarized here) is worth a read. Go for it!

indigo----

daily july 6

the refrigerator games . the inheritance games spoof

Bravery Smiley Jamb did not expect to inherit billions of refrigerators from the person owning the most refrigerators in the world- Cody Firethorn himself. After all, what in the world was one supposed to do with refrigerators? Bravery guessed that she could sell them to buy a house instead of living in her parents’ non-existent basement in their non-existent mansion (in other words, she lived in her car).
Bravery knew that by going to the will reading, her life would change. She went to the reading without knowing what was going to happen, or why she was going. She had no idea she was inheriting refrigerators. The will reading was going to be at Firethorn House, the sprawling mansion where the refrigerator collector Cody Firethorn lived. The House had secret refrigerators and hidden freezers- specifically for pistachio ice cream- which doubled as unknown shortcuts around the house, for one would notice that the secret refrigerators and pistachio ice cream freezers were not actually cold- they were room temperature (a person could infer the ice cream was melted and was just cream).
She was surprised to meet the refrigerator billionaire’s four grandons- Dash, Gavin, Jason, and Zander. Bravery soon found out that Gavin was like a stone pillar- she was surprised he wasn’t a stone pillar. Zander was fond of zapping eyebrows off, and Dash liked eating cowboy hats. Bravery thought Jason was an… interesting guy.
Bravery solved the puzzle to get into the House- by answering a riddle about refrigerators and choosing the right key out of many. At the will reading, Cody Firethorn’s family gathered, and was surprised when Bravery inherited most of Mr. Firethorn’s fortune- billions and billions of refrigerators, all different materials and looks and origins.
Perhaps most surprised were Skyla and Zoya Firethorn, Mr. Firethorn’s own daughters. They had barely gotten anything from their dad, while some nobody person living in her parents’ non-existent basement in their non-existent mansion (in other words, her car) got everything else.
Bravery had to live in the Firethorn House with four insufferable boys and lots and lots of refrigerators for a year. But with so many things stacked against her, she was afraid that she would be the one to topple the growing Jenga tower.
Bravery Smiley Jamb did not expect to inherit billions of refrigerators, because she didn’t know that refrigerators could change someone’s life that much. It was very strange to think about.

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405 words
ygs i had no idea what i was supposed to do so here you go

_midnight_rain_

word war against lestie (@indigo—-)
“I’m sooo thirsty!” Eliana complained. I sighed.
“Can’t you wait a little bit” I asked.
“NO!” She exclaimed.
“Yeah!” Her twin, Amelia, added. “We need to drink something!”
I knew this was serious. Last time they got this thirsty, they practically drank all of the water on Earth, seawater included. That was the downside of babysitting twin aliens. They got thirsty all the time and they could literally drink anything.
“I’ll find you something to drink, I say, “I promise.”
The girls both nod but as we trudge through the moon-craters, they started to get more and more ticked.
“I’m SO thirsty!” Amelia grumbled.
“I could drink the moon!” Eliana said.
“No you can’t.” I tell her, “The moon isn’t even a liquid. It’s solid rock.”
But Eliana had already crouched down and was somehow drinking the moon.
“HAH!” She said, turning to me, “I told you I could drink the moon and you didn’t believe me.”
“It’s not that I didn’t have faith in you,” I tell her, “it’s just that–you see– the world really needs the moon.”
By this time, Amelia was also slurping up the moon.
I tried to pry them off but they kept drinking and drinking and drinking.
“Knock it off!” I yelled, “We need the moon!”

-Teddyyy-

Daily:
249 words.
lol- it’s special alright (in case you couldn’t tell I got zero sleep last night ^^)
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Scary Clotter was the baddiest of the baddies at fogwarts. Him and his bros Permione Danger, and Donald sneezly had accomplished much at Hogwarts that year, from flunking O.W.L.S to nearly facing expulsion twice. All three of the children had changed their names to fit their new, “emo state.” Except Donald. He had a very difficult time finding a new name. The iconic trio sat together in every class, regardless of seating placements, and were many teachers least favorite students of the lot. Except Slape. Professor Slape had quite the preference for the students, even over how own mytherin house.

“Tell me- what does lavender and armadillo bile do?” Slape moaned, eyes scanning the room. His eyes stopped on permionie, who would typically, raise her hands in excitement, and urge, to answer the question, to be right. But instead, she had her feet propped up on the table in front of her, the mytherins sitting there looking back at her every once in a while in disgust. She chewed gum as loudly as possible, and had sunnies on over her eyes, so she must’ve been asleep.

Donald, being the new gangster who he is, spoke up. “It makes WhAtEvEr armadillo bile and Lavender makes.” Regardless of slapes new love for the iconic trio, this answer was unacceptable.

“That’s enough… Donald. Go visit Headmaster fumblethor.” Slape growled. Donald got up, and before leaving the room, flipped his long, luscious, red hair. Scary and Permione followed him out of the room.

indigo----

they drank the moon . prompted word war with sage!! <333 316 words

unedited version:

Of course, they decided to drink the moon again. Why ont? They were very thirsty for something ovefr than water, milk, and orange juice. Apple juice or lemonade would not have sufficed, for they needed to drink the moon. The moon was much more tastier because tehy needed to drin the silvery stuff. The moon tasted like stars and kind of like sprite and milk and cinnamon all mixed into one, which they found much more tasty than water or milk or orange juice or apple juice or lemonade or anything else like that. They needed to drink the moon, the superior drink. It only cost five hundred billion dollars, but it was fine because they were millionaires, or billionaires. They owned many refrigerators and they coud dsell these fridges if they needed money to drink the moo. The moon kind of reminded them of stargazing and home and compafires and smores, which they all love d the absolutely could not resiste drinking the moon. They drank the moon very slowly, as it took them almost a month t ordain and another month to refill. And then once it was refilled they would drink the moon all over again, the moon that tasted like stars and cinnamon and milk and sprite, and also some diet cokie. Because they needed more fizz than just from sprite .the moon was full every month before being drained once again very slowly until it was all gone and the moon oudnlt’ light up the sky anymore because it was gone. The moon also glowed, which meant they glowed once they drank it. Tby drifted back up into the stars and shone, becoming the Sun to make sure the moon still shone at night while the moon was being refilled. In the meantime, they drank the moon again and again and again and again and again until they couldn’t any more…

edited version:

will add later lol

_midnight_rain_

Daily - Peter Johnson, a Percy Jackson spoof

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taylorsversion--

06.07.25 ⟢ 292/150 words ~ A KotLC Parody

Sophie was a special kid, unlike her basic classmates. She pretended that being in advanced classes at the mere age of 12 was terrible, but that was cap. In reality she loved it.

She knew how many people wanted to be as big brain as her and she loved flaunting it in other peoples faces! One day, her class was on a school trip at a museum, when she saw a guy staring at her. She side-eyed the jawline try-hard and looked away, but she could feel his gaze on her back. Suddenly, he was next to her, and opened his mouth to speak.

“OH. EM. GEE Queen you must be Sophie! Slay! What happened to those brown eyes though? -1000 aura for sure.” The dark haired boy said.
“I.. um.” Sophie was immediately weirded out by the interesting choice of language. It gave her the ick. “How do you know who I am?”
The boy motioned to his newspaper and grinned. “It’s giving elf.”

Sophie didn’t know whether she should be flattered to have such big fans at a young age or offended to be compared to as an elf (no offence to Buddy from Elf, of course) so she ran out of the museum, mentally numbering that boy as a number one opp.

The boy chased her out onto the road, talking about elves and magic and crazy stuff. “YOU NEED TO TOUCH GRASS!” Sophie yelled back, before screeching to a stop in the middle of the road. A car was driving towards her full-speed and Sophie knew she was cooked.
She scrambled out of the way, only to see a lamppost falling in her direction. There was nothing she could do. “I’m tweaking” sighed Sophie.

To be continued….. hopefully…

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